Chapter 2

Annoyed with himself, Sebastian somehow ended up downstairs in the parlor, so lighting another smoke, and tried to make up his mind. 'I need to kill something...' and gladly he would have loved an assignment right then and there but Boss was not around for an order. To add he was restricted to leave the property and the gates would be held shut to him unless from the very lips of Moriarty himself, would they open. Instead, he fell onto the couch and flipped on the telly.

Cooking channel, game show, romance movie 'revolting', and then he decided to flick on the dirty stuff. Two girls appeared on screen, already naked and caressing each other. Kissing, squeezing, and slowly fucking. Sebastian gave a small sigh and listened in the quiet house, indicating no one was in nearby. Still bored, he fumbled with his pants until a hand stroked his cock, only half hard. Eventual some other man joined the other on screen and without so much as a word, he was humping one while the second lay underneath her. Gingerly, he pushed his thumb on his head, but no leaking-

'Mahhy sniper's really very... expressive... don't you ssssink'. The voice pierced him and unconsciously he slowly hardened, 'No I'm not that way...' So with full effort, he concentrated on the screen, one of the bimbos was moaning and her tits bounded back and forth as she took the man from behind. Now, Sebastian shut his eyes and he was there with one of them, the blondes tongue slipping over his cock and he smiled to himself.

'I see that you're quite excited, sweetheart' another voice said and Sebastian responded with a moan, finding Moriarty was standing there, watching the couple with a smirk on his face. 'Shut the hell up you bastard.' 'My, my, my , someone's in a bad mood.' Hearing the voice made his cock swell and become painful, itching for relief. 'Just go away!' 'Not likely darling,' the man simply responded, suddenly his mouth on Sebastian's cock, the bitch having disappeared.

'S-stop...'

'Of course not, too much fun,' replied the serpent as he worked with his hands.

The fantasy drove Sebastian to push himself into the couch cushions and his back slightly arched while his toes curled.

"No Jim..." he accidently groaned out loud, trying to push him out his mind with no success.

Every single trouble that James have had in that brilliant mind of his was expelled violently in ways unspeakable towards that awful, poor victim. He even thought that the man's screams would have been considered by his Tiger as beautiful; melodic and pleasing always were his weaknesses. And the way Justin here was begging for dear life, for thousands of apologies, promising that he would never lay foot to where Jim was heading to, was just too mesmerizing.

"You sodding fuck" Again and again, those three simple words reverberated in Jim's consciousness, and for once in his life, he actually felt disgusted with what he just did. Nothing, not even that time when he dissected an individual made him feel remorse, but this simple blowjob wracked his heart like there was nothing else he could do to reverse it. Oh Sebastian...

One last slash of his scalpel, straight on the victim's chest and stomach, and Justin wriggled a bit before breathing his last. "That's what you deserve, you fucktard", he grumbled. Jim snapped his fingers, and in came two of his men to clean all the mess up. But nothing still changed; Sebastian was still mad at him, and he still somehow betrayed his most trusted ally. No one else had cared for him the same way, and now, he was left all alone again.

"Jamessss," Sebastian hissed, now his image was stuck in his mind, possibly never to leave. He had done everything to him and Jim did worse on to him. What would have been a simple blowjob for Jim turned aggressive, because Jim instead literally fucked his mouth. By now beads of sweat formed on his forehead and the telly was completely forgotten. Same for the passage of time.

With bloodied hands, Jim drove back to his Estate, thoughts still lost on Sebastian and the way he maltreated him. How can he possibly make up to someone whom he completely violated? Guns, ammo, even another house would never do. He shouldn't have done the stupid thing in the first place. "I'm really sorry, Sebastian", he managed to mumble as the view of his cove came nearer.

By now, Sebastian shed his shirt and he bit into the sofa. "Ooooo Jim...feels so good..." Sebastian twisted and turned as he felt James on top of him, whispering filth in his ear. With a heavy heart, James parked his jaguar on the special room in their place, and his strides which were usually filled with confidence (plus the fact that one look on his face would send shivers down an innocent man's spines) were now lost. Ahh... perhaps he could allow Sebastian to leave the Estate whenever he wished-that way, his trust could be gained, and everything would be well again eventually.

"Fuck..." Sebastian pumped and he was so close now, "Jamessss..." the name caught in his throat.

When Sebastian entered the living room, pure shock came to his senses. What was his Colonel doing? And was that a porn show on the telly? Confusion flooded him, and it took him loads of concentration so that he wouldn't really be affected by that delicious, dripping wet manhood. In a gasp, Sebastian came hard, all over his hand, stomach and chest. Even a few drops ended up on his face.

"S-Sebastian?", Jim timidly asked, with his feet shuffling and his gaze actually not going straight to his Hitman's eyes.

"BOSS?" Sebastian jumped out in panic and quickly turned around, shoving himself back in his trousers. 'How long had he been standing there!' He scooped up his shirt and he tried to mop up his mess.

"I'm really sorry boss," he practically punched the off button on the telly.

Raising both his hands up in pure submission, he shook his head. "No... it's fine, really. Er, well, I'll see you tomorrow then... have a... pleasant night." With a heart-felt nod and a small smile, Jim turned away and decided to just go straight for a nice shower. Perhaps it would rid all of these nasty thoughts.

"But wait!" Sebastian called to him as he followed him up the stairs. "How did it go?" he tried to ask nonchalantly.

Slightly turning sideways, Jim proceeded to answer.

"Good. Fine, I suppose. I have Justin's hand on the trunk of my car..."

"Sounds interesting enough..." Sebastian scratched the back of his head, completely embarrassed as they neared the bathroom. Pausing in his tracks, Jim felt brave enough to say his piece.

"I'm... I'm really sorry, Sebastian. I shouldn't have done that, especially to you." A sigh, and an interesting spot on the floor took all of his attention. "I now give you freedom to leave the estate whenever you wish. I won't question your whereabouts anymore... Just... just please report to me when I need you for work. I'm sorry."

He then quickly walked again, hoping that his sniper would accept his compensation.

"Wait, wait, wait," Sebastian shook his hands in the air, "You are apologizing again? I mean, yes, I am glad to have some extra freedom, but what's happened to you? Where's Moriarty?"

Stopping, Jim continued. "I'm still here. My, ah, kindness will be gone tomorrow, I'm sure. I know that I've violated you more than what was necessary."

"Violated..." the word made him shiver. So Sebastian took a step forward, pushing Jim into the bathroom door, "So that's all? James Moriarty does not give up that easily."

"You have said it so yourself. You're the only man whom I allowed to get this close to me, and yet I treated you like a rag. I do not deserve you." Pushing Sebastian away, Jim walked past the man again.

His feet turned to lead and he didn't move, as he watched Jim walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Suddenly, he strode quickly over when he heard the shower begin to run.

"Open the door Boss."

As soon as he shed off his clothing, Jim hurriedly went under the shower head and turned the water on, so that every single drop of blood on his system, as well as the guilt for ruining Sebastian might also be washed down. When he heard his loyal lieutenant though, he grumbled.

"Go 'way Seb."

Unsatisfied, Sebastian violently kicked down the door, the wood slightly splintering and he pulled out his hand gun, yanking the shower curtains aside.

"O so you don't deserve me? You are the Consulting Criminal. You can have anything you want in this world because you are clever and cunning. Course you deserve anything you want!" Sebastian shouted a bit as he pushed the gun in Jim's face.

If he wasn't only actually bathing and busy with arguing with his own thoughts, James Moriarty would have easily took the gun from Sebastian's hand and place it in his head. But as things weren't that way, he simply let the other do as he wish. Jim then turned to Seb with a small smile in his face, his whole, naked body dripping wet with running water.

"I know that", he giggled a bit. "But you're not a thing, darling. You're the one and only Sebastian Moran, and you have your own choices. Careful though, you gun might be ugly when prolonged in wetness."

Using his left arm, Sebastian pinned Jim's body against the wall and out of the water, pushing the muzzle of the gun to his cheek, "What is it you have done to me...why...how..." Slowly he slid the tip of the gun along Jim's lips and his back was soaked as he blocked the water away.

Jim gave a small kiss as the gun grazed his lips, and afterwards grinned at the blonde. "You're talking in riddles, darling. What have I done to you, pray tell?" But at the sight of Sebastian taking in all the water down his back, he immediately frowned. "You'll get sick."

"I'm already sick and it's because of you. I would have never imagined months ago being able to do what I have done on my assignments and now- now..." Sebastian struggled at his words and instead slid the gun in Jim's mouth. But he immediately regretted it because the sight made him feel weak and he gave a little moan. The consulting criminal took the gun without complaint; he let Sebastian do everything what he wanted, because Jim thought that maybe things would get better this way.

"You have always been free to go, you know", he said in a rather muffled voice. "I was harsh on you, but you can leave whenever you want."

His words made him freeze. And when Sebastian shifted his gaze again to Jim's face and eyes it was hypnotizing, though this only frustrated him more. Against a wall with a gun in his mouth, Sebastian still felt Jim's overwhelming power, and worse, 'He's not even trying...' It was if they could have traded places: Sebastian vulnerable and down with a gun to his temple and James Moriarty's rage or psychopathic delight towering over him.