***God, I'm SORRY, okay? Things DO get better, I swear. I don't know how you all are managing to cope with all the misery, but bless you all for doing so...***
Sebastian flinched and groaned as the crop struck him, every time he tried pulling away, the cuffs digging into his wrists until ribbons of red were streaming down his arms. His back, sides, and chest were all stinging by the time Jim had pressed into him, and he gasped as Jim's hand wrapped around his throat. "I—I don't feel anything for John anymore," he choked out. "He's pathetic. He's broken now. What's there to love?" He tried fruitlessly to pull away from Jim's grip, but he couldn't go anywhere, and just rocked on the balls of his feet uselessly.
"Mmm...are you sure about that, Sebby? Don't lie to me," Jim purred with a threatening, dangerous undertone.
Sebastian's heart hammered. Why couldn't he have just given Jim the blowjob and been done with it? He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting for breath. "I'm sure," he choked out, growling.
Jim sighed. He wasn't sure if he believed him or not, but quite frankly, he didn't care. "If you say so, love," he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of Sebastian's ear. He took the crop back and then slammed it hard across Sebastian's arse. While the sting was still in full force, he dropped it, crossed the room to grab some lube, slicked himself up and returned to his place behind Sebastian. "Ready?" he asked breathily. He didn't wait for an answer though. He shoved in without any preparation.
Sebastian let out a rough bark of pain, then clenched his teeth. He didn't want to awaken John. He panted, his chin dropping to his chest, and the blood tickled as it slid down his forearms. He hurt all over, but Jim's entrance had hurt most of all. At least he'd lubed. "Jim—" he groaned, rising up onto the balls of his feet, trying to get used to the feeling.
"Nnnnngh, that's it Sebby..." he said lightly, stroking Sebastian's stomach comfortingly. After a moment, Jim grabbed Sebastian's hips and started roughly thrusting up into him making loud, lewd noises.
Sebastian grunted and moaned, his head pitching back now, until the back of his head touched the top of Jim's. He tried to maintain his footing, but with Jim slamming into him, the only thing keeping him in balance was his bound wrists. Everywhere was pain, but pleasure too, as Jim moved inside of him. It had been ages since he'd been fucked, and he pushed back against Jim eagerly. "Yes—fuck me, Jim," he found himself muttering, even as he gasped in pain. He closed his eyes and forgot about everything, about John, if only for a few blissful minutes.
Jim grinned against Sebastian's skin. Hm...so maybe he really was getting over the pathetic little army doctor in the next room. Jim moved even harder and faster as Sebastian's blood dripped down from above. He began pumping Sebastian's cock furiously, already getting close.
Sebastian groaned unabashedly now, feeling weak on his feet. His chest heaved as he panted in breaths, heart racing and pleasure building much quicker now. "Nnnff—James," he moaned.
Jim's cries and moans became louder and louder before he hissed, "Come for me, Seb—"
Sebastian rocked his hips back and forth, pushing forward into Jim's hand and then backwards into his cock, sucking in air through his bruised throat. His fingers curled above him and his toes curled against the floor and he threw his head back, the sensations and the pain and the long-forgotten dark excitement of Jim owning him completely sending him over the edge until he came with an obscene moan onto the floor. "J-James..."
When Sebastian's muscles clenched and he yelled Jim's name, Jim shuddered and came inside of him as well. He gripped Sebastian tightly for a moment before he pulled back unsteadily, reached up to free him and leaned back against the wall. "That enough pain, darlin?"
Sebastian nodded weakly, his knees buckling, and stumbled back to the bed, sitting on the edge of it, bleeding wrists hanging between his knees. "Y-yes, boss," he said. "Yes. Thank you."
Jim smirked. "Always so polite...I'll be right back, lover." Jim, still completely naked, strode out of the room and pushed John's door open. "Get up. I need you to clean up my carpet." John had heard, if not everything, enough to know what was happening in the other room. He had feigned sleep, though there really wasn't much of a point. Slowly he rolled over and glanced up to meet Jim's eye, then trained them back at the floor.
"Cleaning supplies in the hall closet. Hurry up before it stains. Now snap to!" John immediately hopped up. "Yes sir," he muttered and hurried out of the room. As Jim went to give himself a quick shower, John grabbed the items and went into Jim's room. He glanced at Sebastian on the bed, then silently scurried over to start cleaning up the semen and blood on the floor.
"I'm sorry, John—" Sebastian murmured, trying to soak up the blood from his wrists with a bit of gauze. "I hope we didn't interrupt your sleep too much." He felt ashamed of himself now. He'd actually enjoyed himself, and it felt like an utter betrayal of John. John felt about as betrayed as he could already, of course, and even though Sebastian was doing what he was doing for John, he'd had a selfish moment where he'd wanted to forget it all, and that was that. That was as good as cheating on John.
"You've nothing to apologize for, sir," he mumbled at the ground. John's cheeks burned red as he scrubbed at the carpet. He wished it had been him. He wished so horribly that it had been his name that Sebastian had cried out and not Jim's. He hadn't realized he had thought some part of this was a bluff, and that Sebastian really didn't sleep with Jim, really didn't do whatever the man said, really wasn't completely loyal to him, but this had proved him wrong. A drop of blood dripped from the cuffs overhead, landing on John's forehead. He wiped it away, smearing it across his face, and continued to clean the carpet. When he finished he gathered the cleaning supplies back up and headed towards the door. He paused briefly to glance at Sebastian's wrists. "Would you like me to bandage that for you, sir...?" he asked quietly.
Sebastian nodded. "If you would, John. First aid kit's in the first drawer of that chest over there."
John gave a small nod, set down the cleaning supplies and grabbed the kit. He hesitated before he kneeled down in front of the still naked Sebastian and very, very gently plucked up his first wrist, starting to clean it with care and precision. His hands were soft and warm as he neatly wrapped the gauze around it before moving to the next.
Sebastian looked down at John the whole time, reveling in the feeling of John's hands on his. When John had finished, he held John's hands in his and gave them a light squeeze, then lifted John's chin with the tips of his fingers. "Thank you," he said, then before he could stop himself, he leaned in and gave John a very soft kiss on the lips.
For the briefest of moments, John felt his lips automatically press back against Sebastian's before he realized what he was doing. He suddenly tensed, looking away and scrambled back to his feet. His cheeks reddened and he could feel tears brimming in his eyes. Not wanting Sebastian to see, he mumbled, "I'm sorry sir," grabbed the cleaning supplies and hurried from the room. He was just a toy to Sebastian. He'd made it clear enough, and in a moment of weakness, John had let it show how much he still wanted him. Sebastian was probably having a good laugh about how "pathetic" he was. John threw the supplies into the closet and ran into his room. He shut the door and crawled back into the safety of his bed as tears started falling again. He grabbed the picture of him and Sherlock and held it to his chest. "...Sherlock...what am I doing?" he choked out between silent sobs. Even sexually oblivious Sherlock Holmes would know how big of a fool he'd just been.
"John—" Sebastian said after him, then walked slowly to John's room. He opened the door and saw John looking at that photograph again. "I'm sorry. I'll ask next time," he promised. "...Good night."
John didn't know he could feel any worse, but the fact that Sebastian followed him into the room and seen the mess he was upped the humiliation ten-fold.
Sebastian returned to bed to wait for Jim, being sure that any signs of distress or heartbreak were wiped from his face by the time he came back.
Jim peeked over to make sure John had cleaned the carpet thoroughly, then curled into bed after flicking off the light. "Mmm..." he hummed, eyes closed as he wrapped his arms around Sebastian, "My Sebby-bear."
Sebastian turned around so that Jim's arms were still wrapped around him, and kissed Jim's temple, running his hand through Jim's hair. "My dark little Irish prince," he murmured. "Goodnight, your highness," he said, forcing a fond chuckle. It was so easy, slipping back into this relationship. For years and years, Jim had been all he'd ever known. He wouldn't call it love, but there was certainly an attachment there, a respect, despite all the misery Jim was now causing him and John. He would never ever forgive Jim for what he was doing to John, but he couldn't forget what an enormous role Jim played in his life.
Jim smiled lightly against Sebastian's heated skin, easily falling to sleep, while in the next room over, after a half an hour of more tears, John managed to fall into a restless, nightmarish dreamland.