Sebastian's heart hammered when Jim arrived at the restaurant. If his and Sherlock's plans went smoothly, this would be the last night Jim ever saw in this lifetime. His original plan had been to fill John in on the procedure, but now that he was Jim's faithful little drone, Sebastian would have to do the job. Or Sherlock. Both had enough rage for what Jim had done to John Watson. It wasn't going to be easy or joyful when it was over, though, even if it went well. Sebastian knew that. He would, in some sick, dark way, miss Jim. He would mourn for him. So he wanted tonight to count. He stood up and looked Jim over, taking him all in.
"You look fantastic, James," he said, before sitting down. "I already ordered a bottle of your favorite Pinot Noir."
"Oh Sebby, always soo considerate. Adorable." Jim dropped down into his seat and elegantly flipped a menu open.
Over the course of the evening, Sebastian and Jim talked about funny heists, hilarious misunderstandings with kill orders, their memorable outings, and Sebastian reminded Jim of some of their more intimate times. "Remember when you left me hard all day, chained to that bed? Ohh, I was ready to murder you," Sebastian said in a low voice.
"But you didn't!" Jim sang, and grinned. 'Mm. That was probably one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had. You're quite an animal when you're desperate, Sebastian." Jim took a sip of wine and took another bite of his nearly finished food.
"I know," Sebastain said, meeting his eye. "And that's why you like keeping me, don't you? You would be one to keep a wild animal in the house, Jim."
Jim laughed. "I've been considering getting an actual tiger. Kittens are boring. Mrs. Buttons could be the tiger's snack. And if John misbehaves, I can threaten him by saying I'll hack off his fingers and toes for tiger food. Wouldn't that be fun?"
Sebastian answered with a tight smile.
Jim's eyes narrowed a bit at Sebastian's reaction. He knocked back the rest of his wine and set it on the table. "Anyway, you about finished, Seb? Want to take this rendevouz elsewhere?"
"Mmmm, yes indeed, Jim. You're in for quite a treat." They paid and then headed out to the hotel suite, which Sebastian had booked for the occasion. He needed to keep Jim thoroughly occupied for the night.
"We've got the whole place to ourselves, Jim. The whole night..." He pulled Jim inside by his tie and dragged him over to a chair, then pushed him down into it. He straddled the chair, moving his lips to hover above Jim's.
Jim raised an amused eyebrow. "Planning on giving me a lap dance, Sebby?"
"Hardly, boss. At least not yet. I'm going to strip for you," Sebastian grinned. "And you're going to sit here and watch."
Jim's grin widened. "Oh my, but I quite like this idea." He sat back into the chair, his eyes dark, "Well, go on, then. What are you waiting for?"
Sebastian backed up, swaying back and forth just slightly as he slid his jacket from his shoulders. He unbuckled his belt, hungry eyes on Jim the whole time, sliding it from his belt loops, then swaggered over to Jim and draped it over his shoulders. He began running his hands up his own chest, then began slowly unbuttoning his own shirt, loosening his necktie.
Jim watched with a crooked smile as Sebastian's clothes slowly came off. He could feel his heartbeat speeding up. Fuck, Sebastian was hot.
Sebastian let his head fall back as he slowly loosened his tie and unknotted it, letting it hang loose around his neck. He locked eyes again with Jim as he finished unbuttoning his shirt tantalizingly slowly, then ran his hands over his bare chest, exposing it, pushing the shirt apart to reveal his muscled chest. One hand trailed up to stroke along his neck and throat as the other hand slid down his thigh, rubbing it up and down and beginning to tease the button of his trousers.
Jim watched him hungrily, wetting his lips, tempted to just order Sebastian to hurry the fuck up and get on the bed so he could fuck him senseless. "You're such a tease," he breathed.
"Shh," Sebastian said briefly, then turned his back to Jim to unbutton his trousers and let them slide off his hips, arching his back and stretching his arms, showcasing his whip-split tiger tattoo, his taut back muscles, and his rather fantastic arse. He trailed his fingers into the waistband of his pants, stroking at his hips.
Jim was struggling to remain in the chair as his eyes wandered across Sebastian's form. He got a sick pleasure from seeing all of the places that he had marked Sebastian previously. His eyes flashed with hot desire as he felt himself hardening in his trousers.
Sebastian, keeping his back to Jim, slowly peeled off his pants. He was already almost hard, and he turned languorously around and sat on the bed, one foot propped up on the bed, the other spread wide on the floor. He began to stroke himself, slowly, arching his back, looking at Jim as he moaned softly. Then he began to suck the fingers of his free hand as he touched himself, watching Jim. It wasn't long before he was fully hard.
Jim's trousers were straining from his erection. His nails bit into the armrests of the chair. Keeping his eyes locked on Sebastian, he slowly rose and began to peel off his own clothing, going, for him at least, at an agonizingly slow pace. His eyes raked over Sebastian. "Hands and knees. Face away."
Sebastian shoved Jim backwards into the chair. "Sit down, boss. I'm not done yet."
Jim grit his teeth, half furious and half practically slobbering in arousal by Sebastian's blatant lack of respect. His eyes narrowed, but he stayed seated, one hand going to slowly stroke his erection.
Sebastian grabbed Jim's wrists and pinned to them to the chair, preventing him from touching himself. He straddled the chair, still standing, and lowered himself just far enough down to grind his prick on Jim's. He dropped his mouth toward Jim's, wetting his lips to kiss him, then pulled away the last minute. "Do you want me?" he murmured.
Jim yanked on his wrists, but Sebastian was far too strong for him. "Yes—" he hissed, eyes dark with lust.
"Do you love me?"
Jim clenched his jaw for a moment. He didn't want to say yes, but now that Sebastian said it, he knew he did. He didn't want to show that weakness, though. "Get off."
Sebastian smiled. "And that's all the answer I need." He leaned down, his open mouth hovering over Jim's. He reached his tongue in to touch Jim's, but kept his lips away. "Come and get me," he whispered into Jim's mouth, then released Jim's wrists and hurriedly backed up to the bed, crawling backwards onto it.
Jim snarled and lunged after him into the bed. He landed on top of him and wrapped a hand around his neck, squeezing tightly. His pupils were so wide, they barely had any iris left. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he asked, nails biting into Sebastian's tendons.
"Ungh!" Sebastian grunted as Jim landed on him, and let out a choked gasp as Jim landed on top of him. "You're the genius, boss. You can—achh—figure it out." He clutched at Jim's fingers, trying to pry them off, all the while lifting his hips to grind against Jim desperately.
Jim reached down and grabbed Sebastian's cock in a vice-like grip. "You think that just because your bleeding heart is in love with me that I am as well?" he snarled, his face an inch away from Sebastian's.
"Yes," Sebastian choked out. "Tell me I'm wrong."
Jim let out a cry of rage and backhanded Sebastian hard across the face, letting go of his neck and cock. "ROLL OVER!"
"I didn't hear a no," Sebastian gasped out after his head was cracked to the side by the forceful blow. He felt some blood trickle from his nose.
Jim snarled in fury. He didn't know what was making him more angry, that Sebastian knew Jim's weakness, or that he refused to follow orders. Normally, Jim would just truss him up, and Sebastian wouldn't have a choice, especially if Jim had a riding crop or hot wax, or a paddle or anything, but they weren't at home, so he couldn't. The damn headboard wouldn't even be able to connect to handcuffs. Jim didn't know how he could hurt Sebastian right now, his knife being on the other side of the room. He'd just have to play the jealously card, then. He sat back and moved to climb off the bed, perfectly normal again. 'Fine then, you're not going to cooperate or behave, I'm going home to fuck someone that will be far more compliant.' Jim started pulling up his pants. 'I'll just fuck John senseless tonight. At least he actually wants it." Jim snatched up his trousers in annoyance.
Sebastian swore to himself. Jim couldn't go home tonight. It would ruin everything. Not to mention that the though of Jim touching John ever again made his blood boil. "No! Jim, please, forget I asked—it's a stupid question, it doesn't matter! I'm going to be in love with you either way, so it doesn't matter!" Sebastian stopped being frantic and played the seduction card instead. He dropped his voice to a purr and relaxed on the bed, then looked over at Jim with heavy-lidded eyes. "Come back to bed, darling. John won't be able to love you like I do..." he breathed.
Jim much preferred the frantic begging. He looked over at Sebastian, huffed in annoyance and then snatched up his shirt, pulling it on and starting to button it up.
Sebastian rolled off the bed and hurried to step behind him. "James, this was not how this night was supposed to go," he said, wrapping his arms around Jim from behind, and beginning to nip and kiss at Jim's neck, trying to display affection instead of the utter repulsion he felt for him right now. He reached down and squeezed at Jim's bum. "I'll do whatever you ask. I'll be a good little tiger. Just don't go," he murmured, pressing himself against Jim.
Jim gave an annoyed face that slowly morphed into a pout. "Then don't be boring!" he whined, turning around to face him. "You're not being any fun!"
Sebastian sighed. He'd worked hard on that damn striptease. Now he was going to have to concoct something else. He absolutely had to keep Jim at the hotel tonight, though. "Sit down, boss," he said, pulling him over to the chair. There was no mystery left now—Sebastian was completely starkers. Well, he could fix that, sort of. He took Jim's necktie and sat on Jim's lap, tying it around Jim's eyes as a blindfold. "Can I trust you not to peak, Jim, or are you going to be a bad boy?" he said, letting his lips brush against Jim's ear.
Jim already liked where this was going. "Mmm...that depends I suppose...what happens if I'm a bad boy?"
"I'll have to tie you to your chair so you behave." Sebastian let his lips brush down Jim's jaw to his throat, then circled Jim's wrists with his large hands. "So you tell me. Is there going to be a problem?" He lightly brushed his naked cock against Jim's trousers, rolling his hips slightly.
"No." There might be, Jim hadn't decided yet.
"Good," Sebastian breathed, then kissed Jim forcefully, deftly working his tongue in. He pulled away prematurely and stood up, starving Jim of any contact, and then began to circle the chair, trailing his fingers lightly across the back of Jim's shoulders and neck, seeing how good he was at staying still.
Jim shuddered, his muscles twitching and flexing under Sebastian's touch. Sebastian dropped to his knees behind Jim's chair and grabbed a fistful of Jim's hair, yanking his head backwards. He wrapped a hand around Jim's throat, stroking and massaging it, squeezing it lightly. "Boss, I'd hate to think I was losing my touch with you. I used to be able to drive you half-mad. Seems I'm going to have to work extra-hard tonight to keep you here..."
Jim took in a strained, surprised, gasp as Sebastian craned his neck backwards, his hands going to grab at Sebastian's hand around his neck to try and pry it off. "Yes—" he managed, grinning.
"Ahhhh, James," Sebastian whispered into Jim's ear, seizing his wrists with his hands. "I thought you were going to be a good boy?" He growled, biting and tugging at Jim's ear.
Jim hissed in a breath and yanked on his wrists. What can I say, Sebby? I'm so changeable."
"Mmmm, you are at that. That's why you're irresistible," Sebastian said, grabbed Jim's arms and tugging them behind his back, using his cast off belt to bind his wrists together. "I never know what I'm in for." He circled back around in front of the chair, standing in front of Jim, bound and blindfolded. It was a sight he rarely got to see, and he was fully hard just looking at him.
Jim gave his arms a hard yank, unsure if he liked where events were turning. This was definitely a first for the pair of them. The only other time Sebastian had taken the lead was the night that he found out what Jim was doing to John and he had stopped one minute into Jim's blowjob. Jim supposed though, that as this was their first time, it could hardly be considered boring. And besides, depending on how this went, Jim could retaliate or reward Sebastian after. They did, after all have the entire night.
Sebastian stepped forward and kneeled in front of Jim, pushing his legs apart. He stroked his hands along the insides of Jim's thighs, up and down. He trailed his hands up to Jim's trousers, unbuttoned then, then moved in to unzip them with his teeth.
Jim's breathing was coming in short, shallow pants, as he felt Sebastian's hands and he spread his legs a bit wider. He was fully hard again and his trousers were straining as Sebastian unzipped them. "Sebastiannn," he breathed.
"Ahhh, seems I haven't totally lost my touch," Sebastian murmured, his hot breath hitting the skin above Jim's trousers. He pressed his hands under Jim's arse, signaling him to lift his hips, then slid Jim's trousers down until they were pooled around his ankles. He let his hands trail up Jim's naked thighs, breathing against the erection straining Jim's pants.
Jim tipped his head back and leaned back in the chair, sliding his hips forward, wanting his erection to be closer to Sebastian. Wanting something from him. "Touch me..." he whined.
"Ohhh, Jim, did I just hear you begging?" Sebastian laughed softly. He slid his hands up to Jim's pants, then yanked them down, enveloping Jim's cock with his mouth.
Jim was about to protest that that could hardly be considered begging when he felt Sebastian's mouth on his cock and he bucked his hips up. "F-fuck—"
"Mmmmm," Sebastian groaned around Jim's cock, letting his tongue dart along it as he sucked hard. His hands stroked Jim's thighs as he went, then he pulled away, stood up, and leaned over Jim to untie his hands. "Come and catch me," he murmured into Jim's ears, then quickly sprinted into the adjoining space to the bedroom, where there was a living area with an enormous window overlooking the city.
Jim ripped the blindfold off, tossing it off to the side just in time to see Sebastian disappear into the other room. He grinned and sprang after him, darting into the living area.
Sebastian had backed behind the leather sofa. "Careful, boss, you should never let a tiger loose," he grinned, rubbing his erection against the sofa to maintain some sort of friction.
"You're such a little slut," he purred, slowly walking over, amused, "…rutting against the sofa because you need it so badly." He tsked as he moved closer.
"And you like watching," Sebastian said, cocking an eyebrow, pressing his groin against the furniture shamelessly.
"What can I say? You're a sexy beast. I don't know that I'd go as far as to say tiger, though...'
Sebastian growled and lunged at Jim, knocking him to the ground. "Is that so?" He bit at Jim's jaw, pressing his chest against his.
A puff of air and a small grunt escaped Jim as he was knocked backwards onto the floor. He wrapped his legs around Sebastian and rolled so that he was on the top. "Yes, that's so...although," he said, leaning down to slowly lick up the side of Sebastian's face, "you could do with some training."
Sebastian gasped, rolling his head back. He pressed his cock against Jim's, reaching between them to stroke them both together in his hand. "I think you've given me all the training I could ever need," he said breathily.
Jim groaned and rocked his hips a bit. "Is that so?' he asked. He slid his hands up Sebastian's chest, one going to wrap around his throat, the other going up push his fingers into Sebastian's mouth.
"Mmmfh!" Sebastian moaned as Jim's fingers pushed in.
"Suck," Jim demanded.
Sebastian sucked on Jim's fingers, closing his eyes and running his tongue over them. If Jim wanted him to play the obedient slut, he would not disappoint.
"Good booy," Jim crooned, starting to move his fingers in and out, fucking Sebastian's mouth with them before pulling them out. "Now be a good dear and spread you legs for Daddy."
Sebastian spread his legs further apart, looking lustily up at Jim.
Jim smirked down at him and hummed moving his hand back to shove his fingers roughly into Sebastian's hole without any sort of preparation.
Sebastian barked out a cry of pain as Jim's fingers breached him. "Ah! Jim—please..." he clenched his eyes shut, and clenched his buttocks around Jim's fingers.
Jim leaned down to bite, lick, and nip at Sebastian's neck as his fingers continued to roughly work him open, curling against his prostate.
Sebastian panted against Jim, bending his knees up, clawing at Jim's back. "Unghh—Jim—"
Jim purred in Sebastian's ear, "Oh, kitten, look at you, already coming undone...it's precious."
"Ungff—shut up," Sebastian snarled, craning his head up to bite on Jim's lip. He tilted his hips up towards Jim's fingers. "Like you're God's gift," he huffed.
"I am God's gift, honey," Jim said shoving his thumb in as well.
"Aungh!" Sebastian cried out, digging his nails into Jim's shoulders. It hurt terrifically, especially without any lube, but there was pleasure there as well. "W-why're you—punishing me?" he panted.
"Oh Sebastian, if you think this is punishment, clearly I haven't gone as hard on you as I thought I had in the past." He yanked his fingers out. "Hands and knees, now."
Sebastian gulped, obeying, digging his fingers into the carpet as he spread his legs apart a bit. "Right, how could I forget?"
Jim spit in his own hand, rubbing the length of his cock with it, lubing it up, then nudged Sebastian's hole, before suddenly slamming into him. "Sebastian!" he cried.
"Nnngh!" Sebastian grit his teeth, tears leaking from his eyes at the pain. "Aunghhh—J-Jim!" He braced his elbows on the floor to keep his balance, widening his legs to balance more as well. He would have rug burns on his elbows for sure.
"Shh...sh, sh, shhh..." Jim intoned. He leaned forward and pressed his chest against Sebastian's back. His arms reached around and started to caress Sebastian's stomach and pecks, his fingers playing lightly with Sebastian's nipples, giving them light squeezes. He traced Sebastian's shoulder blades with his lips, lightly kissing. Sebastian shivered at the feel of Jim's hands and lips, flexing his back, quivering as pleasure raced down his spine and pain burned in his core. He squeezed his eyes shut and pushed back against Jim, meeting his rhythm.
Jim's thrusts started out fairly slowly, but within a minute, he was slamming into Sebastian, his nails digging into his hips. "God, you're tight—you're only for me aren't you? My cock's the only one you'll allow in you, you little cumslut—" Jim groaned, starting up a running monologue.
"Ungh-yes, I'm yours, I'm your dirty slut," Sebastian babbled, pushing back up against Jim, sweat dripping from his forehead. He pushed himself up onto his hands, then sprung backwards, knocking Jim onto his back, with Sebastian on top of him. He scrambled to sit back on Jim's cock, riding him hard, facing away, grabbing Jim's knees and drawing them up toward him. "Fuck me, Jim—" he panted.
Jim was momentarily caught off guard, by the moment, but immediately started thrusting upwards, shoving deeply into Sebastian, his eyes locked on the tiger on his back. "NNggggh! Seb—!" he gasped.
Sebastian rocked back against him, penetrated deeply. Once the rocking wasn't enough, he braced himself on his knees and began bouncing up and down, skewering himself on Jim again and again, panting too hard to speak. He took hold of his own cock and began pumping it.
Jim let out a cry of pleasure, and was reminded of when John had ridden him like this. Wanting even more from Sebastian, he said, "Good, pet—you're nearly as enthusiastic as John was."
Sebastian yelled out in rage, almost losing it at the thought of John riding Jim like this, of wanting to ride him like this. It was a bit of a double standard, he knew. After all, here he was...but even so, he grabbed Jim's legs and yanked them up, holding his ankles aloft as he drove down on him. "You don't get to fucking talk about John during sex!" he yelled, slamming down on Jim.
Jim laughed wildly which turned to a moan, he'd gotten what he wanted from Sebastian. His nails dug into the carpet and his back arched up off the floor, "That's it, Sebby, ride me!"
"What do you—ah!—think I'm doing?" Sebastian growled breathlessly, bracing his hands behind him on either side of Jim to push himself down on Jim again and again. "Jim—touch me—whack me off—please, Jim!" he begged, biting his lip. He was getting close. Jim's hand would do it for him, he was sure.
Jim reached around and roughly grabbed Sebastian's cock and started jerking at it furiously, moaning and bucking his own hips. "Fffuck, Seb—" Then, with a cry of pleasure, Jim thrust up hard and came deep inside Sebastian.
Sebastian felt Jim come inside of him. "Keep pumping Jim—I'mm almost there," he moaned.
Jim did so, although his was panting hard and lying weakly on the floor. His hand moved faster, wanting Sebastian to join him.
Sebastian cried out, arching his back, and came over his own stomach and Jim's hand, then fell back on the floor, beginning to feel how sore he really was as the endorphins wore out. He let out a throaty, satisfied sigh. "I was—hoping for a—round two—but—you'd have to give me a while," he gasped out, rolling onto his stomach and looking over at Jim.
Jim gave a weak chuckle. "Precious, Sebby." His chest heaved and he folded his hands over his chest and closed his eyes. He needed a break too.
Meanwhile, John was just turning out the lights and crawling into his cupboard with Mrs. Buttons and his flashlight to go to bed. He sighed contentedly, all of his chores done, and pulled the thin blanket up over his shoulder, making room for Mrs. Buttons to curl in next to him.
Mrs. Buttons purred and settled in next to John's warmth, nudging her face against his. That's when John heard the door opening quietly to the flat.