Couple 3
So these two don't fight, right? We mentioned that. But there was a fight, a fight. A real fight that was when Jim said, "Wow, I really shouldn't piss this guy off."
It's not long into their friendship, maybe ten months, and not long into being friends or partners or whatever it is they do in the bedroom. Jim's content but Sebastian drinks to get past his feelings. Of course Jim doesn't say anything, he doesn't care about Sebastian that much.
They're out doing a kill and even though Sebastian doesn't want him there, Jim goes. He stands still and quiet because Sebastian doesn't care that much either at this point and he will shoot Jim.
When it's all over, Jim asks if Sebastian wants to get a bite to eat. Sebastian agrees and leads Jim to a restaurant and bar he really likes. They get a table and order food that Jim isn't thrilled about eating but he'll do it anyway. Sebastian orders a beer, then a gin, then another, and soon he's ordering his tenth or eleventh, Jim lost count when he went to the restroom.
They finish and Sebastian stumbles into a cab. Jim gets in with him and they go to Jim's flat. Sebastian doesn't live there yet and at this point it hasn't even been talked about. Sebastian gets out with him and follows him upstairs all while discussing upcoming clients and past clients and how the past few months have actually been great.
They get in the flat, Sebastian pours himself a drink. Jim isn't paying attention to what it is because now he's focused on what he wants to be doing to Sebastian, not so much with. He doesn't feel bad, he wants what he wants and he wants to get it.
He pushes Sebastian against the wall making Sebastian spill his drink down the front of his jacket.
"What the fuck, Jim?" Sebastian demands, but Jim starts kissing him and he can't talk anymore. Sebastian drops his glass on the floor, making it shatter into a million tiny glass pieces, then presses his hands into Jim's hips and trying to push him away. "I don't want to, Jim," he whispers.
Jim doesn't hear him and instead continue kissing him despite Sebastian's fingertips now digging into Jim's sides and arms. He pushes Sebastian harder and Sebastian repays by shoving Jim hard. Jim pulls back enough that Sebastian gives him a rough left hook and Jim immediately starts bleeding. He pulls back and grabs his nose.
"What the hell, Sebastian?"
"I said I don't want to, Jim!" Sebastian shouts.
"Geez, Seb, calm down—"
"No, I won't! This is it, Jim, I'm not going to let you push me around anymore. You tell me what to do and what to wear and," Sebastian gestures towards Jim's bedroom, "I don't want to do anything anymore! I am a person and I know you don't care but I care about me. So I'm done, Jim!"
"What, are you going to leave? You can't leave, you work for me, remember that."
"Then I quit, alright? I quit!"
"Fine, kiss all of your nice clothes and nice hotels goodbye."
"I don't care, Jim."
Sebastian turns to leave and once he gets to the door, Jim takes long steps across the room and grabs his elbow. "Seb, wait—" he starts, but Sebastian holds up his fist and motions to punch again, so Jim lets go and backs away. Sebastian leaves and slams the door behind him.
The next two months travel slowly for both men. They don't speak and for the most part they're over it, but as anybody that's been in a relationship for a sort of long-ish amount of time, there's still that abnormality like you're missing a limb or something. Sebastian has enough pay checks saved up to help in stay in a regular hotel; he goes about his business and thinks he should be getting a real job soon. Not to say he can do much more than shoot people in an expertise fashion, but he's sure he can find something.
One morning, at the end of the two months, Sebastian goes downstairs of the hotel he's in to check for messages. When there are none, not even from Sienna, he backs away from the counter and looks around the lobby. At the couches in the center of the room, he spots none other than Jim Moriarty reading a newspaper. Sebastian smirks and walks over, taking out a cigarette and putting it between his lips but not lighting it.
"I knew you'd come for me," Sebastian says without looking down at Jim.
Jim doesn't looks up either, but replies, "I'm not here for you, idiot."
Sebastian pauses and looks down, then asks, "You're not?"
Jim chuckles, "Of course not."
"Then—"
"Ahh, there you are," a man's voice says from behind them. Sebastian turns to see an attractive, well dressed man coming from the elevator and approaching them.
"Anthony, darling," Jim sweetly says, kissing his cheek. "You look wonderful."
"Oh, stop," he says. He looks at Sebastian, "Who is your friend?"
"Oh, him? Just an old friend. He used to work for me," Jim says.
Sebastian's face reddens and he takes the man's hand. He suddenly feels very intimidated, this man looks better than he does and is taller and bigger. The man grasps Sebastian's hand roughly.
Jim pulls his hand from Sebastian's and tucks his arm under his own, then pulls his expensive sunglasses over his eyes. "We've got to go, we have a reservation."
"It's eleven in the morning."
"Early lunch," Anthony says. "I've got to get to the office."
Jim turns to leave and Sebastian grabs his elbow. Jim tells Anthony to wait outside and turns to Sebastian.
"What are you doing?" Sebastian asks.
"I'm going on a date."
"With him?"
"Are you jealous, Sebastian?"
"Of course not."
"Then let me go," Jim says then illustrates by pulling his arm out of Sebastian's grasp.
"You can't be serious," Sebastian says.
"What, did you think I was going to wait for you?"
"Well, no, but—"
"If you want to have your job back, Sebastian, I'll welcome you back. But what I do with my personal life is my business."
"I don't want to come back."
Jim lifts his sunglasses and looks at Sebastian. "No? Shame," he says, before quickly kissing Sebastian's cheek.
"You better hope your new boyfriend didn't see that."
Jim laughs, "He won't mind. And don't put that tone around 'new'. You were never my boyfriend."
Sebastian huffs and continues, "Anyway, I don't want my job back. This is better for me."
"Is it? Living hotel to hotel and being unemployed? I know how much you had saved up, you won't last long now."
"I'll manage."
"Of course you will."
From the hotel entrance, Anthony pops his head in the door and shouts to Jim, "Hey, hun, I've got a cab. We're going to be late for lunch."
Jim smiles wide and turns back to Sebastian, "Au revoir."
Sebastian rolls his eyes and goes back upstairs. He sits on the balcony and watches the city below him, wishing so badly to be behind the scope of his rifle again. He hasn't shot since the night he and Jim fought a few months ago.
As he watches the people below he sees a few couples pass and realizes he so is jealous. Maybe not specifically of that guy but that someone else is occupying Jim's time. He liked that Jim relied on him so much and that he was actually very needed.
The next week he calls Jim and Jim agrees to meet him for a drink.
"I knew you'd call," Jim says once they get their drinks.
"No you didn't."
"I did. I know you're running out of money and I know you miss…it."
"Of course I miss it."
Jim laughs, "Yeah, I know you do."
Sebastian sets his drink down and spins quickly to look at Jim, "By 'it' I mean shooting, the work, the jobs."
"Yeah," Jim laughs and glances at Sebastian, "I was talking about jobs, too."
Sebastian nudges Jim's arm and blushes, "Oh, shut up."
Jim looks at Sebastian and glances at his lips. Sebastian looks around the bar, it's pretty empty, so Sebastian lets Jim kiss him.
They go back to Jim's flat and everything continues normally from there. Sebastian begins to work for him again, they agree on a more mutual romantic relationship, and after a few months, Sebastian moves in. Jim learns that any sniper is a good sniper and a happy sniper is an amazing sniper. He does his best to keep Sebastian happy and Sebastian appreciates that. All in all, they work well together because it's them and they couldn't ever work any better with anyone else.
*Wow, long fic about MorMor. They can be so sweet sometimes. Hope you all enjoy.