And never did I think that I would be caught in the way you got me

- Panic! At The Disco - Girls/Girls/Boys -

Sebastian froze and turned to look at his employer, first instinct to try and get a read on his expression to find out how much shit they were in. The result was not as he suspected, and he considered Moriarty with dark, interested eyes.

Then, for reasons he was rather unsure of, he was stepping back from Harrison for a moment and turning to walk towards him. He stopped about a foot away, and didn't say anything.

Simply reached past Jim and pushed the door shut, locking it.

Lorna had taken up a spot against the wall, the arousal not forgotten, but too unsure of the situation to do anything about it besides watch the two most powerful men in her life look at each other like they were considering a five-course meal.

Jim was the first to make a real move, reaching up and getting a grip in his short blond hair to pull the taller man down for a dominating kiss.

Moran grinned and kissed him firmly, hardly believing what was happening but in no mood to argue. A few moments later he snarled slightly against Jim's lips, fighting for control, a hand finding his chest and pushing him back until he had him up against the wall.

Lorna barely dared to breathe, watching the two of them. Jim had a grip on Sebastian's wrist, and he only allowed Moran a few seconds of dominance before he raked blunt nails down his arm, getting back control with liberal use of teeth and a strong hand in his hair. She had no idea how this conflict would be resolved; what if neither of them backed down?

Moran didn't go belly up, but he knew better than to push his luck, letting Jim take the lead with only token resistance, hands moving to push off the boss's suit jacket.

Lorna was feeling more pinned to the spot by the second, unsure what to do, how to react. Jim was an unknown factor; different enough to send even a grifter like her into serious doubts.

Moran stepped back after a moment, tossing the jacket over a chair in the corner and nodding to Lorna with a grin, motioning her closer as he walked back over to start undoing Jim's shirt, bending to kiss him again. Jim let him work, exploring the situation, his brain taking a step back for once as he reached up to resume his hold on Sebastian's hair.

She started forward slowly, somewhat nervously, and skimmed her fingers over Sebastian's back, tracing the curve of his spine before she stepped up to start kissing down it, careful not to touch Jim, unsure what the rules were, now. Until she knew them, she'd follow their lead.

Sebastian inhaled sharply at her lips on his spine, and Jim pushed him away, finishing the removal of his shirt and trousers. He considered Lorna carefully for a moment, then gave a slightly mad grin, reaching out to grip her throat gently but firmly. His eyes met hers, and then he was kissing her forcefully, putting his claim on her, half for the hell of it, half to see what Moran would do.

She let out a surprised huff and arched as a thrill went down her spine, then caught up and kissed him back, her brain giving up and her heart racing to make up for it. It turned her on to no end that he was handling her this way, especially in front of Sebastian; just the imprints another man had made on her had driven him just the smallest bit mad, and whatever his reaction would be, it would be spectacular.

Sebastian was less than thrilled with this change of pace, though for some weird reason it was doing a hell of a lot for his lower brain. He stepped forward, slipping in behind Jim and slipping an arm around him, massaging his cock gently through his trousers, teeth closing around the back of his neck, intent on distracting him.

If anything, Jim grew more determined (he'd agreed to stop playing games, but the bedroom was always going to be an exception to that rule), pulling Lorna closer by his grip on her throat and sliding a hand between her legs, drawing a gasp from her. He was, however, not entirely unaffected, hardening further under the sniper's touch, his breathing becoming just a bit heavier.

He growled against Jim's neck at that, his grip on the man's cock tightening slightly, just enough to be uncomfortable, just enough to exert a little control, his free hand reaching up to grip Jim's hair.

"Touchy," he laughed, though he dropped his hand from Harrison's neck in favor of reaching behind him and haphazardly pushing Moran's underwear down, his other hand still rubbing the woman in front of him, fingers brushing aside her pants to circle her clit, pulling a sound out of her that made him grin. She ran her nails down his abdomen, tongue tracing the shell of his ear, now far too aroused to worry about what would happen after this.

"Just a bit," he agreed in a rough voice, groaning a little and grinding forward against Jim's arse, the hand on his cock relinquishing its hold to start doing away with Jim's trousers. He released his grip in Jim's hair slowly, leaning forward to kiss Lorna across the other man's shoulder.

She still had to lean up to reach him, kissing him with a mixture of pleasure and relief for something familiar, but she moaned as Jim pressed two fingers into her, biting Sebastian's lip just a little harder than she meant to.

He moaned at that, managing to get Jim's trousers undone and finally pulling away, crouching down to get rid of his own boots and then work on Jim's shoes.

Jim kicked off his shoes as they were undone, Lorna following suit a moment later, too distracted by what Jim was doing with his fingers to be 100% with the program.

Moran pulled off Jim's trousers, and was about to stand up, when he got an idea and smirked, shifting instead to kneel between Jim and Lorna, one hand reaching up to battle with Jim's for position inside of her, the other freeing Jim of his pants while his lips closed around his semi-hard cock, smirking.

Both of them groaned, Jim finding a grip in Sebastian's hair with his free hand, unable to help rocking forward a little, chasing the sensation, and then leaned forward to capture Harrison's lips again, even more dominating than before, and pulling another moan out of her, thumb pressed to her clit, not to be outdone.

As soon as Harrison moaned, Sebastian pulled away from Jim a little, fighting the grip on his hair, eyes glinting. When she calmed slightly he moved forward again. He had no doubt that Jim would piece together the message. I am in control of how you feel. She's mine.

Jim was willing to let it go; it was one small game among many to come, and this was certainly a preferable way to lose, looking down at those clear blue eyes and tousled blond hair. He gave Sebastian the control for setting the pace with Harrison, drawing back his hand a little, much to her disappointment. She scraped her nails over Jim's hip, sucking a mark on his shoulder before sinking her teeth in until she drew blood. "If one of you doesn't fuck me soon I'll do it myself, I swear to god."

Moran grinned as he won the battle (though he was well aware that war had just been declared) and pulled away from Jim slowly, raising an eyebrow at him, almost certain about how this was going to pan out. "I'll be the middleman if you prefer, sir," he said with a mix of sass and respect, toeing the line.

"I was going to suggest Harrison be it, if she's so eager to be fucked, but if you'd rather take that position we can save that for another time," he smirked, giving the slightest tug to Moran's hair. Lorna made an impatient sound.

"I'll take it, unless she wants to," he said, nodding and laughing a little as Lorna whined, leaning over to kiss her greedily. "Just a second on the logistics," he smirked as he nipped her lip. "Do you want to be middleman, or shall I?"

She was too wound up to mince words. "If there's lube, yes. If not, good fucking luck," she snorted, then kissed him again, because she would not let things grind to a halt.

"Probably some around here somewhere," he muttered, still kissing her. "I can check the cabinets..." he slid his fingers back into her, curving and twisting slowly.

She moaned, gripping onto his arms, breaths coming heavier, in gasps, warmth curling up her spine. Jim took the opportunity to check for him, silently rummaging through the cabinets until he found a bottle, and returned with a smirk on his face.

Moran looked up and groaned, smiling. "Brilliant," he murmured, watching as Jim poured a generous amount over his hand, and then reached down, sliding a slick finger slowly into Lorna's puckered entrance, Sebastian's fingers still working slowly inside of her.

She was vaguely amazed that she was still standing, though it probably had something to do with the fact that she was clinging onto Sebastian for dear life. Jim's lips were trailing across her shoulders, and he surprisingly gentle; perhaps he knew that if he treated her too roughly Sebastian might step in, and there would be no repeats of this.

Sebastian felt her knees go out a few times and finally knelt, taking her slowly down with him, giving Jim time to adjust. He kissed her again, slowly, fingers curving inside of her to brush against her walls, keeping her distracted as Jim stretched her with surprising gentleness.

Jim slid a hand down her side, over the curve of her hip, skimming over a few small ridges that a knife had left in her skin to massage her thigh, teeth scraping ever-so-slightly over the back of her neck as he worked a second finger into her, relishing the moan it drew from her lips. He was a man who generally preferred other men; the women he took to bed usually were astoundingly attractive, or at least interesting in some way. And Harrison was of far-above-average beauty, but the fact that Moran - his bodyguard for almost a decade now, and a cruel killer all of that time - had developed feelings for her made her interesting.

Sebastian leaned back a moment later, watching Lorna as she leaned back into Jim, her hips rolling against both their hands. He was enraptured for a few breaths, their combined beauty dazzling and incredibly erotic. He spent a few moments considering Jim, wondering what in hell had brought this on and how dead it was going to make them, but his cock was informing him that that information was currently completely irrelevant. He was dying to be inside of Lorna, but he would wait for Jim, so instead he shifted to lay down, slipping his head between her thighs and pulling her down a little further until he could press his mouth against her dripping heat, tongue beginning to trace through her folds and circling her entrance teasingly.

"Fuck," she gasped, hand curling into a fist on her thigh, then shifting to plant it on Sebastian's chest as Jim added a third finger and she couldn't help but arch, taking in a sharp breath. It was all becoming overwhelmingly teasing, so close to what she wanted but not quite, her core practically aching to be filled. "Shit, Seb, you're killing me," she moaned, digging her nails into his skin. "I'm fine, I'm fine, let's go, fuck me."

"Is she always this impatient?" Jim chuckled against the nape of her neck, a little amused and very interested at the tangible shiver that went through her. He was just as eager to bury himself in her, but hell if he was going to admit it. "But she's ready. After you."

"Always," Sebastian said with a smirk as he shifted out from underneath her and turned to face her, considering logistics before lying on his back. "It's part of her charm." He reached out to put a hand on Lorna's hip, the other piloting his dick as he pulled her onto him. He bit into his lip, nostrils flaring and his head grinding back against the ground as he let out a low groan. "Christ, Lorna, you're fucking soaked..."

The sound that came out of her was pure relief, bracing a hand on Sebastian's chest and rolling her hips, only to be stopped a moment later by Jim's hand on her waist. He'd slicked himself up as Moran had pulled her forward, and he pressed into her slowly, grip tight enough on her skin to leave marks. He let out a heavy breath as he bottomed out; Lorna whined, and he had to restrain himself from leaving bloody marks across her hip.

Moran gasped noisily as Jim pushed in. He could feel the other man's cock through the thin barrier of tissue between them, and moaned, reaching around Lorna to grip the other man's upper arm in an iron hold as he started to move slowly, testing the arrangement.

Jim waited a moment before setting up a counter rhythm, gritting his teeth so he didn't let out a string of expletives, the slow pace a delicious torture, and slid the hand from Harrison's hip up to her throat, getting a light grip, just enough to let him feel as if he was totally in control. Lorna was almost thankful to have something keeping her upright; it was all she could do not to just fall over, her thighs shaking, core strength threatening to fail her completely.

The view Moran had was something he wouldn't have dreamt up on the best drugs money could buy. Lorna- covered in drying blood- arched over him like some succubus, her breasts full and round, accenting each of her movements and contrasting with her taut, muscled abdomen. Her neck was pale under Jim's lean, long fingers, red near where his nails bit in, and Jim's eyes were black and demonish, teeth flashing white as he thrust and rolled against Lorna with agonizing, slow precision.

Sebastian continued to move, felt Jim moving opposite him, and turned his attention to Lorna's face, eyes on hers.

Lorna had been in this position before, with other men, but the contrasts were staggering. Then, she'd been in absolute control, playing them like a fiddle, her mind more on the job than the sex. Now, she'd never felt so owned in her life, caught between the man who had her heart and the man who controlled her life, in the best possible way. It was getting increasingly hard for her to focus her eyes, so she gave up and shut them, riding out the burning pleasure and letting herself get lost in it, biting her lip, reaching up behind her to slide a hand into Jim's sweat-dampened hair. She wasn't going to last long at all, and judging by the way the boss picked up pace behind her, they could tell.

Moran didn't bother holding back anymore as he saw Lorna start to lose control, the speed and power behind his thrusts increasing, thighs brushing against Jim's legs. His hand slid over to Jim's chest, thumb rubbing over his nipple firmly.

Jim snarled slightly as Moran's hand found his chest, head tilting back, and he matched the sniper's pace, closing his eyes and listening to the odd rhythm they created, punctuated by groans and cries from Moran and Lorna, his own mouth still shut tight.

She cried out as she tipped over the edge, nails biting into Jim's arm half to keep herself up, half so she could just grab onto something, the coiled spring that had been winding up in her abdomen finally fucking releasing. Jim made his first sound when she came, a low growl, his precious control slipping away as she tightened around him, driving into her with a few last powerful thrusts before he emptied himself into her, leaving bloody crescent moons on her throat with his fingernails.

"Fuck -" Sebastian growled, teeth set, his hand raking down Jim's chest as he bucked his hips desperately upwards a few more times, body burning, until he finally came, lights flashing behind eyes that had at some point clamped shut. He lay there under a melted Lorna, chest heaving, expanding and deflating like an explosion going off in a cartoon barrel.

Jim didn't waste any time recovering, just pulled out - to an discomforted sound from Harrison - and cleaned himself off with the nearest article of clothing, which turned out to be her already-ruined pants, and got up to start getting dressed without another word to either of them, his face pleasantly neutral, though there was something smug in his eyes.

Lorna stayed melted on Sebastian's chest, feeling thoroughly fucked out, and extremely tired.

Sebastian rubbed her back slowly, exhausted as well, though he turned his head to watch his employer, trying to judge his state of mind. His expression was, as per usual, an enigma, but he didn't seem pissed off, at least, which was alright. "We'll clean up here in a bit, sir," he said, voice a bit hoarse.

"As far as I'm aware, there's no pressing issues to be taken care of. But I'm sending in cleaning in half an hour whether you're still in here or not," he smirked, buttoning up his shirt and expertly redoing his tie before retrieving his suit jacket from the chair in the corner, and suddenly he looked like he hadn't touched them at all. Then, without another word, he disappeared out the door, as suddenly as he'd arrived through it. Lorna let out a tired sigh into Sebastian's neck, struggling not to fall asleep.

"Nope, no sleeping," he grunted, jostling her a bit before pushing her gently off to flop sideways onto the floor, wincing slightly as that pulled her off of him at an odd angle. "We should be out of here before cleaning gets here. There's enough rumor as it is," he sighed, standing on slightly shaky legs and finding his own ruined clothing, starting to pull it on.

"Ugh, don't make me stand," she groaned, rolling onto her back and gingerly picking up her irrevocably ruined panties before flinging them in the general direction of the trash. "Besides the obvious laziness, I know what's going to happen when I stand, and I don't know if I can walk out of her with a straight face with both yours and Jim fucking Moriarty's cum dripping down my leg."

"Fine," he muttered, rolling his eyes and walking over to the far corner of the room, opening a cabinet. A moment later he returned with a sheet, dumping it over her and scooping her into his arms in one swift motion, grunting slightly. "You'd better be a fucking quiet corpse."

She stifled a laugh, a little giddy already, but surprised and delighted that he was actually going to carry her out. "Not even a giggle, I swear."

"I'll believe it when I hear it," he deadpanned, heading out of the room and calling the elevator with his elbow.

She smirked under the sheet, but remained silent, deciding that the fact all her clothes remained in the room with Magnussen was bad enough without adding to it.

The elevator was mercifully empty, but they stopped at the main floor and picked up a couple of employees. He debated just staring at the wall, but decided not to pass up the opportunity, and gave them a toothy grin from across the elevator car.

They all got out on the next floor, and he managed to stifle his laughter until the door shut.

"You have to try this."

"Try what? I can't see what you're doing," she rolled her eyes, though her voice was amused. She gave him the lightest prod with her foot.

"Carrying a body in the elevator and grinning at people," he said, still chuckling. "It's beautiful." They stopped on their floor and he headed for his apartment, managing to shift her enough to scan in, shoving the door open with his elbow and walking over to dump her unceremoniously on the bed. "Voila."

"God bless," she groaned, throwing the sheet off and sliding off the bed to head for the bathroom, just a little uncomfortably. "I'm going to shower, and then I expect to be unconscious for the next twelve hours, and then I'll probably ask if that all was real or if I was slipped a hallucinogen."

"Yeah, that's what I was just about to ask," he sighed, peeling off his clothes and tossing them in the wastebasket. He paused, considering, then walked over into the bathroom. "What the fuck just happened?"

She was already in the shower, braving the cold stream for the sake of cleanliness. "I'm pretty sure - correct me if I'm wrong - we just had a threesome with Jim Moriarty, criminal-extraordinaire," she replied, as normally as she could manage, standing under the shower with her eyes closed, letting it wash away the blood and filth. "I'm pretty sure he left some marks on my throat as proof. I cannot believe we did that. Holy shit."

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he sighed, stepping into the shower with her and swearing at the surprise splash of cold. "So the next question is how long we have to live." He leaned against the wall, watching the red run down the drain. "Fuck..."

"Wait, what? What?" she spun to face him, wiping water out of her eyes. "What makes you think he's going to kill us? We had a three-way, we didn't sit around a campfire talking about our shitty childhoods."

"I don't fucking know! He doesn't do this shit! That was completely out of the blue." He took a breath, shook his head. "No, he probably won't kill us. I was mostly joking. Mostly. Just... what the fuck..."

"Yeah," she sighed, deciding she was clean enough and getting out of the shower to grab a towel. "I mean, I was reasonably sure he's not asexual, so the logical assumption is that he finds time to fuck someone now and then, right?"

"Yeah, of course," he said, sighing. "Not all the time and not recently, but yes. Just... still processing, I guess," he sighed, ducking under to rinse out his hair before turning off the water. "I mean... it was great, not saying anything about that..."

"No, yeah, it was, but... a little unbelievable, yeah," she muttered, shaking her head and giving her wet hair a good scrub with the towel before dropping it on the counter and heading for the bedroom. "Tell you what though, gonna be sore tomorrow."

"Yeah, I'll believe that," he said, shaking his head a little, following her. "I'm surprised you aren't sore now, honestly." He flopped down onto his side if the bed with a groan.

"I think I'm still too much in post-orgasm bliss to really feel it," she mumbled, crawling into bed beside him, sporting several sets of teeth marks and quite a few scrapes from fingernails. "Just kinda tender."

He nodded in agreement, reaching out to pull her closer, hands gentle, wary of bruises as he tucked her against his chest. "Christ... I have a meeting with him tomorrow morning..." he sighed. "That should be interesting."

"I wish you luck," she yawned, burrowing into him, exuding contentment. "Try not to stare at the hickey I left under his jaw."

"Fuck, that's going to be difficult," he sighed, yawning a little and giving up on trying to stay awake, shifting a little to get a bit more comfortable. Within five minutes, he was asleep.

She crashed soon after him, very glad that he was so warm, and slept dreamlessly.