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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_Holmes_&_Related_Fandoms
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Moran/Jim_Moriarty
  Character:
      Sebastian_Moran, James_Moriarty
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      Published: 2016-02-28 Updated: 2016-10-31 Chapters: 5/? Words: 61537
****** Let's Just Keep the Thief ******
by serpensortia06
Summary
     Sebastian (15 years old at the beginning) breaks into one Jim
     Moriarty's home. Jim ends up keeping him. The criminal shenanigans
     keep on coming from there.
Notes
     Dubious consent issues and Age issues. Please read only if you are
     okay with that.
     WILL TAG WITH MORE AND MORE TRIGGERS AS CHAPTERS POST!!!
     We are also looking for someone to Beta Read. Please message me if
     you are interested.
     It is however a monster at this point. (Since it has been an RP for
     so long it's somewhere in the 500,000 words...)
***** Breaking In *****
Sebastian had left the boys home on a day pass that he’d forged, and had been
wandering on all afternoon casing neighborhood after neighborhood. Finally
around dark he found one that appeared empty. Sticking his hands in a pair of
leather gloves he had stolen earlier that day, he climbed the neighboring
house, jumped to the tree between them and then shimmied himself to his target
house.
Finding a small bathroom window in the upper floor, he broke it and let himself
in. It hardly made a sound, but he hid for a long while as he waited to find
out if he needed to bolt. Hearing nothing, he prowled through the house into
the study. Then just about jumped for joy when he discovered a hidden safe.
Setting his ear to it he started to try and crack it.
He got two numbers in and grumbled, having to just simply go through all the
combinations for the last number, which he simply couldn’t hear click yet. It
was time consuming but easier than trying to track down explosives.
Jim’s eyes popped open as the alarm ear piece went off, signaling that someone
had breached a window on the second floor….more specifically the bathroom. Jim
rolled up and onto his feet silently, a smirk on his face. It had been a long
time since he had gotten to shoot someone, and he was eager to punish whoever
thought they could sneak into /his/ house. He immediately went to the safe
room, moving slowly and silently. Peering in, he saw a teenager listening in on
the safe, trying to crack the combination. Two numbers in already….impressive.
It didn’t matter. He stepped into the room, bare feet meeting the hardwood
floor without a sound. However, the hammer pulling back made a nice little
click as he shoved the barrel into the teen’s head. “The next words out of your
mouth better convince me not to pull this trigger, asshole.”
Freezing in place, he shifted his eyes to glance at the gun. Distinctly not
speaking, he turned the dial one more number to the left. Grinning as it popped
open, he simply stood up to his impressive if rail thin height. Turning to face
the man he looked at the gun and sighed. “If you were gonna shoot, you already
would have.”
Jim quirked an eyebrow, a small grin on his face before saying, “You’re the
first one to actually get all the way to the safe without getting killed….much
less cracking all three numbers. That must have been record time,” he observed,
knowing that he was very close to it at least. “You’re only alive because I’m
curious. Don’t stroke your ego too much, kid. What is your name?”
Shrugging, “I just wanted to see if I could do it.” A blatant lie, but he hid
his nervousness rather well. Crossing his arms defensively, “You’ve got the
gun. What’s your name first?”
Jim smirked. God, this kid had spunk. Even at gunpoint, he barely seemed to
care, though Jim knew any teenager would still be afraid if they were at
gunpoint. “Well, congratu-fucking-lations. Yes, I have the gun. I make the
rules. The rule is, answer my questions and I won’t shoot you. So, strike one.
What is your name?”
Devolving into a scowl, “Sebastian,” He said darkly, not wanting to tempt fate
until he could figure out how to disarm him. “What’s yours old man?”
“Nice to meet you, Sebastian. My name is James.” He cocked his head to the
side. “Why are you in my house, Sebastian? And don’t give me your bullshit.”
“Fuck off Jim.” He said kicking the safe door. “Robbing you obviously. Nothing
better to do.”
“James….or Sir to you, punk,” he said, voice calm. “And you really have nothing
better to do than to rob someone you’ve never even met? I find it hard to
believe that there isn’t something better you can do with your life than that…”
Eyes narrowing at Jim, he thought that he’d call him Jim in his head. “What
else is there when you can’t get a job? No one wants you in school and the
boarding house does everything it can to get me kicked out?” It was honest and
absolutely scathingly angry.
Jim smiled. This kid had overwhelming amounts of potential. “And your parents?”
he asked wanting to cover all the bases to make sure there would be hardly any
strings before he actually considered bringing the kid on board with him.
“Dead.” Sebastian said flatly, leaning against the wall as casually as he could
manage. “What’s it to you anyway?”
“You rob houses to feed yourself?” He asked, gun still diligently trained on
the boy, though he had already decided that he wasn’t going to use it.
“No.” He said scowling. “They feed me. I’m just bored. Not much to do.”
“So you don’t like it at this boarding house, I’m assuming…Why are you still
there?” He asked, moving the gun from one hand to the other as he too leaned
against the wall. Eyeing the gun, he shifted so that he was a good meter
further away from Jim. “Stashing away money to get out. Biding my time. Free
rent and all.”
“How much money do you have saved up?” Jim asked, narrowing his eyes almost
imperceptibly at Sebastian’s retreat, wondering if he’d make a break for it
before he could get to the point.
“Enough to get out of the country or get a gun,” Sebastian said evenly. He was
waiting for Jim to move to take another step away. Out of the country would be
difficult without a passport and a gun even worse due to his age.
Jim had him. “What if I told you I would double whatever you have saved back at
the boys home, and give you your own gun, if you came to work for me?”
Sebastian twitched in surprise, actually taking a small step towards Jim rather
than away from him. “Doing what exactly?” He added in a rather absent “Sir.”
Jim raised an eyebrow. Well, that was quick, wasn’t it? “Mostly scouting work…
you’ll require a lot of training before you can actually get in the gi leagues,
unless you are as good at shooting as you are safe-cracking. Surveillance, I
think, would suit you well. You can also being intimidating, once you get older
and aren’t as scrawny….”
Shaking his head, Sebastian said, “Nah. I think I'll be fine off on my own.” It
was the best deal he’d ever heard of, if this guy could be trusted. But he
wasn’t stupid. Barter for more. Always.
Jim actually laughed out loud at Sebastian’s poor but stubborn attempt at
bluffing. “You are something, aren’t you? Well, what is it that you want, then?
Spit it out. I'll let you know if you’re worth it.”
That he couldn’t stand, “Fuck you.” Sebastian growled as he made to turn and
leave again. “No deal. You can’t even afford a good safe.”
Jim had hit a nerve. He took a mental note. “Sebastian….you need to think right
now where you think you’ll be long more. I obviously hold some value in
you….but if you are going to behave like a brat; I’m going to treat you like
one. And you can argue all you want with that point, but at the end of the day,
it is fair. Do you really think your pride is worth going back to that hell
hole?”
Sebastian flicked the small knife out of his sleeve and threw it right past
Jim’s head. It thunked it into the wall right beside his ear. “Do not belittle
me.” He said coldly. “Match and triple the ten grand I already have. And add in
a damn good rifle. I don’t go in for close up bullshit.”
Jim didn’t flinch, though he turned and jerked the sharp metal out of the wall.
“You have ten grand saved up?” He asked, nodding his head in approval, though
he kind of doubted the boy had that much money. It would help to humor him a
little at the beginning until he was more under his control. “Fine. But I am
going to need to see how good you are with a rifle to determine what class you
qualify for.” Within an instant, he had closed the distance between them,
pressing the throwing knife into his throat and the gun into his crotch. “And
don’t /ever/ throw a knife at me to prove a point,” He growled, remaining a
moment before dropping the knife and walking away, gun still in hand. “Follow
me,” He called behind him at the boy.
Sebastian very nearly squeaked in surprise, as he tried to jerk back. He only
succeeded in thumping his own head against the wall behind him. “Fucking hell!”
He snarled, still a good beat behind the situation. But he picked up the knife
and slid it back into the small holster he’d rigged for it up his sleeve and
followed. “I’m just as good with a knife as a gun.”
“That is yet to be seen,” Jim commented, but allowed himself a small smile out
of the boy’s sight. That had been some impressive knife work….he couldn’t wait
to see how he was with a gun. They got to the stairs and Jim motioned for
Sebastian to go first. “All the way to the basement, Sebastian, dear,” He said
knowing they were on the second floor.
Sebastian stopped moving, stubbornly. “No pet names. I am not your pet.” He
said in a growl, before continuing down the stairs. “Sebastian. Nothing else.”
Jim turned, eyebrow quirked. This boy was going to be a lot to handle. He’d be
worth it though. Getting him to that point would be quite the interesting ride,
and Jim actually looked forward to it. He’d have this argument with the kid
some other time, once he actually had him working for him. All the way down in
the basement, there was a gun range, with a rack next to the primary track of
all sorts of rifles. At the opposite end, a fresh target sat. “Well,” Jim said
leaning against the wall. “Let’s see your rifle, dick.”
Sebastian didn’t react to the name, as he was a little busy trying to not let
his jaw hit the floor in surprised amusement. Clearing his throat after a
while, hand stroking a gun barrel, “You have a range. In your basement? You are
a crazy old man.” He said as he pulled a rifle off the wall and broke it down
in a field stripping motion, inspecting it. Glancing up at Jim as he clicked it
all back together, he asked, “Bullets? Can’t do shit without them.”
Jim smirked as he watched Sebastian practically have an orgasm as he looked at
the guns. He seemed to understand a lot about them, and Jim was impressed as he
saw the boy inspect one like he owned the gun himself. “Bullets are in the
drawers behind where the gun is,” He said. The stand for the gun became a
handle to the drawer that retreated into the wall, making for maximum
organization. Jim pulled out his ear plugs to prepare himself for the powerful
gunshot. “Ear protection behind you,” He said, nodding at a shelf with
headphones sitting on it.
Sebastian ignored the ear protection. He simply pulled out two bullets.
Chambering them and priming the gun he aimed and fired. Shaking his head at the
fact that he hadn’t hit dead center, he took the gun apart again and pulled a
small file from his pocket. Filing at both sides of the barrel slightly he then
blew through it and put the gun back together. Then he took aim again. This
time when he hit dead center he turned to Jim with eyebrow lifted, in a ‘good
enough for you’ expression.
Jim wasn’t smirking anymore, watching with interest as Sebastian did his thing,
allowing him to file the barrel and adjust what he needed. Two bullets. That’s
all it took him to hit dead center on the target. Jim regarded Sebastian with
true interest. “Where did you learn to shoot like that?” He asked, eyebrows
pulled together in curiosity.
“My Da, before he offed himself and Mum.” Sebastian said absently as he took
the rest of the guns off the shelf and methodically went through them all in
the same manner. Correcting the aim where needed and simply throwing one of
them in the trash in pieces. “Don’t bother with that one. Piece of shit.”
Jim didn’t bother looking at the target, knowing where the boy hit them every
time and wanting to see the teenager in action. He seemed so practiced, though
it was obvious he hadn’t had a chance to hold a gun in quite a while. Jim was
patient and let him explore all of them eagerly, and at the end, when Sebastian
threw away the ‘piece of shit,’ Jim crossed his arms and stared at him for a
moment. “If you could have any gun, which would it be?”
“The L115A3, the one Corporal Harrison has to start with. I want to see if I
can break his range on record.” Sebastian said with a shrug, putting his hands
in his pockets. “You getting tired of holding a gun on me yet? It’s getting
old.” (Longest sniper shot to date)
Jim looked down at the gun in his hand that wasn’t pointing at anyone but still
painfully obvious that it was there. He looked at Sebastian. “First, I need to
know if you’ll work for me. Your signature is no good because you are a minor,
but I take spoken word as seriously as any contract. I am connected enough that
the second you double-cross me, your teeth will be the only way they can
identify you, and that’s only if they can find them at all. But you should know
that all those connections work in your favor under my employment. And of
course, the terms you mentioned earlier apply, as well as you living here.
Naturally. Can’t have an employee of mine living in a boy’s home…”
Rolling his eyes at the teeth comment, he said, "Whatever you say Boss." He
said shrugging. It was clear that was as close to a 'yes, sir' as he was going
to get. "You gonna get my stuff from back there or shall I get it. The cash is
hidden obviously."
Jim clapped his hands together in finality "Welcome aboard, Sebastian," he
said, extending his hand with the gun to hand it to his new sniper. "I think
you'll be a damn good sniper in the near future. Until you get your new rifle,
you'll have to make do with this. As for the money back at the home, leave it.
I can't afford you going back there."
Taking the gun he very nearly fumbled it when he took it apart. It clear that
hand guns hadn't been his weapon of choice. But he recovered quickly tucking it
in the back of his trousers. Only then did he hold out his hand. "Whatever."
Jim didn't judge Sebastian for his near fumble, understanding that rifles and
handguns were very different animals. "Are you going to be proficient with
that? I don't want a hole in my foot because you got too cocky." He didn't
really wait for an answer, making his way up the stairs and expecting the boy
to follow. "We'll need to take dental records so we can begin staging your
death. It wouldn't do to have people looking for you."
"The safety is on." Sebastian grumbled following. "I'm not cocky." He paused on
the stairs looking up at Jim’s back. "Ok. That’s cool. But how's that work?" He
was more than a bit morbidly interested in how to dispose of a body. Even if it
was just making his legal one disappear.
Jim turned to look at him. "We have to find a boy of your age and build.
Completely reconstruct his mouth to match yours, then burn his body and leave
it where people would find it." He gauged Sebastian's response, then asked, "I
suppose if you really want, you can come along and learn a thing or two."
Eyes a bit wide Sebastian swallowed but nodded. "If that's how it works." He
said evenly. "But who would be looking for me?"
Jim continued to walk up the stairs then. "The boarding home, I imagine, is
obligated to find missing boys. I don't want to chance someone seeing you and
finding out you're with me." He smiled to himself. "I can't imagine social
workers would find these acceptable conditions for a boy of your age." When
they arrived in the kitchen, there were two men there and a chair turned away
from the table. Jim motioned for Sebastian to take a seat. "Sebastian....this
is my....'dentist', Dr. Greene." He didn't bother introducing the other person,
simply an assistant that Jim could take or leave.
Eyeing the men, Sebastian snorted. "Dr. Green is as bad as colonel Mustard." He
said sarcastically. "What exactly do you need?"
Jim chuckled. "Quite." He stared at Sebastian; debating whether or not he
wanted to teach the boy that he was to be listened to without question...He
would wait though. "We need to take a mold of your teeth. Quite
painless....can't guarantee not getting in the seat will be less painful," he
said with a grin, obviously allowing the threat to take a minute to sink in.
Sighing Sebastian sat down in the chair. "Fine. Sitting." He said easy enough.
"Get on with it then." He snapped at the other man. He obviously thought more
of himself than of them. But that was his teenage ego.
Jim walked over and smacked Sebastian's face hard enough to leave a mark. "You
have hardly earned the right to talk to my employees that way, Sebastian. You
may have a talent that I could very much use, but your ego is cankerous." He
nodded at Dr. Greene to proceed, who was careful to keep his expression blank.
He was half way out of his seat with a snarl before he crossed his arms and sat
down. "Fuck you." He was sorely tempted to just walk away from the whole mess
right then. But he'd said that he was in. So he stayed.
Jim sighed. He'd have to teach this boy manners, and soon. "Watch your tongue,"
he said simply, folding his arms as the dentist inserted the molds into
Sebastian's mouth. They would have to stay in for a minute or two....probably a
good opportunity for Jim to speak to the boy without worrying about being
interrupted. "You obviously have brains inside your head, so it would benefit
you very much to use them to remember this: I am the best thing that has ever
happened to you, boy. I don't care how much you know about guns, or how close
to my head you can throw a knife. I am your boss now, and you will treat me as
such, or I'll make sure your life is a living hell. I'm sure you rather like
your trigger finger. I do as well, but I'd much rather have a poor shot that
shuts the fuck up when I tell him to than a good one that thinks he's god's
gift to the world. Am I clear?"
The scowl and hunched posture gave away his opinion of the matter clearly. But
he nodded, mostly politely. He could deal with that. He supposed.
"Good boy," he said, knowing that would tempt Sebastian to rise against it. He
was testing him already. He needed a subordinate, not someone that would get
angry at simple words. When the minute was up, the doctor stepped forward and
took the molds out of Sebastian's mouth. "Now....shall we go get you your
uniform, or would you rather go hunting?"
He made a rude gesture but sat there until the gunk was out of his mouth.
"Hunting. But why the hell a uniform?" He was confused but not exactly lashing
out, just crude language.
Jim chuckled at Sebastian's gesture. It was too bad he liked Sebastian.
Otherwise he'd get to have a lot of fun teaching him manners. As it were, he'd
have to deal with a bit of his less professional qualities. "I can't have one
of my employees showing up to work like....well, like a teenage punk. Some
suits would do you just fine, I think." He walked out, again expecting
Sebastian to follow.
Sebastian followed quickly, but whined. "Oh come off it. Suits are stuffy. And
combat boots are more comfortable." For once he wasn't being rude but he was
clear he didn’t like the idea of suits.
Jim noticed how different Sebastian's speech patterns were. He must have said
something just right to have prodded him in that direction. "Most of the time,
you'll be allowed to dress however you want. But a suit is a necessary item for
your wardrobe now." He stopped at the bottom of the steps to the second floor.
"It’s later, and a tour of the house can wait. Your room is second on the left.
Don't let your curiosity get you in trouble. Be ready at 7 a.m."
"Where's the kitchen?" He asked immediately, as his stomach growled. "Not gonna
wear it unless I have to.” He said fairly quickly afterwards. Jim was the first
person to actually treat him like a person for a long time. Yet he didn't know
why he didn't want to just go to his room.
Jim looked Sebastian up and down. "I forgot how much teenagers ate," he mused,
noticing the slight change in posture at his suggestion to go sleep in an
unfamiliar room alone. "Can't promise I have too much to eat," he continued,
stepping of the stairs and leading Sebastian all the way down the hall that
dead-ended into a kitchen. Jim rarely ate, which would be evident by how unused
and poorly stocked the kitchen looked.
Shrugging Sebastian dived into the pantry. He came out with a few pieces of
bread and the jar of peanut butter. "Send someone shopping?" He suggested and
he proceeded to practically empty the jar. A moment later he went to the fridge
and sniffed the milk. Making a face he got water instead. Sitting rather closer
to Jim than he would normally he took a bit then asked around it, "W-hat's
tomorrow?"
Jim just watched, noting how easily Sebastian made his way around and simply
took what he found. It was good that he wasn't timid about what he did, and Jim
definitely considered his headstrong attitude very formidable for an employee.
"We find your replacement, of course," he said, wondering how Sebastian was at
killing, probably never had before.
Sebastian attempted to say something but was too gummed up, swallowing quickly.
"Am I offing him?" As hungry as he was he wasn't sure he was going to eat if he
was going to kill in the morning.
"Maybe. I haven't decided. Perhaps that would be a little too much for you to
start out. But I do want you to see what the job entails." He leaned back in
the chair, eyes traveling over the boy sitting very close to him. He was well-
built for his age, and carried himself with a very commanding confidence. Jim
could tell he was strong, stronger than most people he found living on the
streets.
Sebastian sat there for a moment just thinking. "No. I'll do it. He, whoever he
is. He’s dying because of me." He shrugged and deciding that it was stupid to
be sick, he took another bite. Looking at Jim and then talking with his mouth
full again, "Not too much. Just need to get it o'er with."
Jim didn't bother instructing the boy on proper manners. At fifteen, you were
pretty much stuck with bad habits unless they were beaten out of you. "That's
admirable of you, Sebastian," he noted, pleased that his new sniper already had
a good sense of death and killing. He checked his watch. 3:30 a.m. No use
sleeping now. "Any questions about your new job?"
"You point, I shoot right?" He asked snickering at what he thought was a stupid
question. Shoving the rest of the sandwich in his mouth and went to stick what
little was left of the peanut butter away in the pantry.
Jim was impressed. Sebastian had gotten his job pretty down pat: follow orders,
don't ask questions. But there was still a bit more to it than that. "I run a
very successful business, boy. One that I'm very fond of. You've been brought
into this business by the graciousness of my own heart. I like you. I like how
you think and how you approach a challenge. Do not disappoint me, and you'll be
rewarded. If you fail me, I can be rather...creative. You belong to me now."
That brought Sebastian to sit up a bit straighter. "That's all great, Boss. But
no one owns me." He said stubbornly. He frowned a beat later, back tracking
slightly. "Rewarded how?" In true teenage fashion, indignation first then
curiosity of how it would benefit himself.
There was always that one. The one that fought against it all. In the end, they
always gave in. In the end, Jim could out-stamina all of them, easily.
Sebastian was no exception. He ignored the comment, instead focusing on the
question. "Everybody wants something different. For you, I'd have to make a few
special rules regarding rewards. No drugs unless I administer them...Sex, well,
I assume you're still a virgin?" he asked flat out before continuing. "It
really depends on the job and how well you do it. What would you consider a
good reward for killing this boy?"
That got Jim a very deer in headlights expression for a good ten seconds,
before he absolutely retreated into a defensive posture. "Fuck off with your
assumptions." He grumbled. He had no idea what to do with that comment, to the
point that the whole drug's point passed him by completely. "I tend to terrify
people, not bed them." He admitted after a moment, feeling like he couldn't
just leave it, or risk some kind or punishment.
Jim stared at him for a few moments before laughing outwardly. "You
misunderstand, Sebastian. The fact that you're a virgin means you're a smart
kid. Sleeping with the trash that you would have come in contact with would
have been very unwise. It shows self-control and preservation." He waited for a
moment to allow that to sink in, before chuckling, "You're hardly terrifying.
You just run with your claws out. Easily fixable...if we wanted that fixed.
What you'll be used for, it will come in handy."
"Fuck you." Sebastian said in a huff. But charged on with what was on his mind.
"Then how would it be a reward? You're old. And you basically just wrote off
hookers." Then trying to keep with everything that Jim was saying, "Don't say
used for, makes it sound like you own me. You don't. Handy for what?"
Jim cocked his head and an eyebrow perked up. So...his new employee was gay, or
at least bi. That was an interesting bit of information. "At my level, they're
escorts, and they are cleaner than 90% of the sexually active population." He
turned to look at Sebastian straight on. "As for me, I am thirty years old, at
my /prime/ and have more experience than you could ever imagine. You have to
earn the right to sleep in my bed, sweetheart...unless, of course, I want it.
When you have the kind of power I do, it's fairly easy to get what you want."
He smirked at the boy, hooking an arm around the back of the chair before
continuing, noticing how overwhelmed he was starting to look. "All of my
employees have dual purposes. Each cook also maintains the house, each doctor
an informant, and so on and so forth. You'll be an assassin with a sniper
focus, first and foremost....the youngest one I believe I've ever had. You'd
also be a good scout and, once you grow a little, perhaps a bodyguard."
His eyes narrowed at Jim's raised eyebrow, but let it go for the moment
listening to what he was saying. His level, what was he? More important than
the Queen? He scoffed even more obviously when he said prime. That was a laugh.
"Why'd I want to sleep with you let alone be in your bed?" He asked
sarcastically, trying to cover the very interested reaction he was having at
the notion of actually getting laid. But he held his tongue until after he was
done talking. "Just don't ask me to cook. It's horrible." He said shrugging.
"Scouting is part of being a sniper. I was going to enlist early somewhere
other than here maybe and then lie or something to get in the military."
Jim's eyes narrowed imperceptibly at Sebastian's scoff, but it wasn't as if he
could really blame the teenage virgin for not understanding, for thinking that
a thirty-year-old couldn't get it up /and/ deliver tenfold. He stood and leaned
over Sebastian, hand on the back of his chair just above the boy's shoulder.
His other hand grabbed a fistful of Sebastian's crotch, cocking his head to the
side as he roughly palmed the sex-deprived teen. "No....I don't think military
is an option for you anymore. I could get you pretty good training though.
Would you want that?"
Sebastian just about choked on his tongue as he managed to get a good octave
higher in register, as he squeaked, "No. Yes. Which that?" He asked a bit
desperately. His hand had shot to grip at Jim's shirt, as he tried to not just
rock up into Jim's hand. Swallowing hard, he managed in something closer to his
normal voice. "What exactly are you asking me?"
Jim continued to massage Sebastian as he smirked. "It's fairly straightforward:
would you want military-grade training for your job?" He squeezed a bit harder.
"Answer me before you cum in your jeans, sweetheart."
Breathing hard he swallowed again. "I... Yes. Yes. Fuck you. Yes." He pulled
harder on Jim's shirt as he finally gave into the urge to rock up into Jim's
hand. "I want military-grade training." He finished in a barely understandable
slur of sheer want.
"Granted," he said, letting Sebastian go and standing up straight in front of
the flustered boy. "Remember, 7 a.m...I do hope you enjoyed yourself," he said,
then turned to leave with a smirk.
"Fuck that." He lurched up after Jim. "Damn well finish what you started." He
growled grabbing Jim's shirt sleeve.
Jim turned and connected a surprisingly strong fist to Sebastian's jaw. "Do /
not/ touch me without my permission," he said coolly, ignoring the blood
dripping from his split knuckle. Sebastian's face was harder than he had
anticipated, but he still threw one hell of a punch.
Falling back, Sebastian landed on the floor with a thud. Hand going to the
darkening mark on his chin he looked up at Jim, betrayal rather plain on his
face before schooling it away behind a mask of contempt. Standing up he brushed
past Jim heading for the stairs to his room without a word.
Jim didn't miss the hurt look on the boy's face, but neither did he pity him.
Jim had to be an employer first, and right now, Sebastian was still in the
training phase for his new job. Never give a dog a treat for doing the wrong
trick. Not that he thought of Sebastian in those terms exactly, but he needed
something as loyal and blindly serving as one. Jim let him go, walking over to
the sink to clean the fresh cut on his knuckle. The boy would live. But he
still felt the unfamiliar pang of guilt as he went to his office room and began
working until sunrise.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Bit of blood and talking about destroying a dead body.
Sebastian skulked down the stairs a few minutes before seven, smelling food
cooking and got ice from the freezer. He very deliberately waited a few minutes
past seven before he walked into Jim's office to sit in the chair furthest from
him. He had taken the food with him along with the ice. His pride not so big
he'd pass up a meal.
At some point, Jim had showered and gotten dressed, returning to his office to
continue working until Sebastian finally showed up. As the teen entered, Jim
didn't look up from his paper, scrawling away a bit as he said, almost
disinterestedly, "You're late." He smelled the food then, glancing up with
narrowed eyes at the boy. He set the pen down and leaned back into his chair as
he regarded the teenager carefully. "You're new here, so I'll make an exception
this morning. But there are some rules you have to follow here. The first one
being, no one is allowed in my office unless employed to be here with me. As of
right now, that does not fall under your job description. Next, cooked food is
to be eaten in the kitchen. I don't want the smell of bacon sinking into the
upholstery. And lastly and most importantly..." He straightened the papers and
stood, walking around the desk to stand over Sebastian with a disgusted look,
"Don't /ever/ keep me waiting." With that, he walked out, heading down the
stairs without a word and out the front door, where a car was waiting. He got
in, not even having checked that the boy had followed.
Sebastian got up to follow but in a moment of spite, threw the plate of food
into the wall where it broke, and splattered everywhere behind Jim's desk. Then
doing what he was told, in a roundabout way he hurried to climb into the car,
not wanting to keep him waiting.
Jim had heard the crash of the plate, and as the car pulled out of the
driveway, complete with criminal and employee, Jim shot a text to his cook to
make sure his office was cleaned and devoid of any food, including odor. He
couldn't stand the smell of bacon. He hit send, and then shimmied the phone
into his pocket. "You're awful quiet this morning, Sebastian. What's wrong?
Didn't have fun rubbing your issue out last night?" he said teasingly, though
not intentionally making fun of the boy. It was more of Jim's method to
desensitize him to the subject of sex, as well as Jim's sarcastic personality.
Perhaps it wasn't the best time to bring it up, but Jim was hardly the
sensitive type.
"Fuck you." Sebastian said shortly, arms crossing as he turned away from Jim.
There wasn't a thing Jim could say that would get to him at this point. Or so
he thought. He was pissed. But he was here damnit. Like he'd said he'd be. That
was all it was to him at this point. A job.
"Maybe later," he said simply, glancing over to the boy. He had done quite a
number on his jaw, and there was a nice little bruise there. Just the first of
many injuries the boy would receive, even at the hands of Jim himself, so he
needed to get over it. "Sebastian, while it's terribly exciting to have you
pout, I'm starting to think I made a wrong decision in bringing you along
today. If you can't even handle a punch, dearie, how can I expect you to
stomach blood?"
Turning to look coldly at Jim, "I said I would do the job you hired me on for.
I'm here to meet my end of the deal. I don't care what you think of me past
that anymore." A clear lie, but he was determined to follow through. He did
have a moral standard... of sorts.
Jim stared at him for a moment, maintaining hard, searching eye contact until
Sebastian either broke it or Jim had to blink. He had a feeling which one would
come first. "Sebastian, you know very little about me. And that's alright. Very
few people even know what I look like. One thing I will have you know is that I
had no intention of letting you into my bed last night. It was your own moment
of weakness that got you that bruise. I am your employer, and had warned you
that I expected you to treat me as such. You are mine, not the other way
around. The sooner you learn that, the happier you will be."
Not looking away at all, but blinking briefly, "I'm here to do what I said I
would do. Nothing more at this point." He chuckled sarcastically, as he pulled
his shirt up a bit showing a wide spread of healing and fresh bruises. "If you
think the bruise on my face is impressive, you are the one that doesn't know
shit about pain." Pulling his shirt down he slouched again. With the bruises
reveled, it explained his slouch wasn't just bad posture it was the fact that
he had been hiding he was in pain for so long that it was second nature not to
let it show any more. "So Boss, until you say I'm free to leave you are the one
stuck with me. I gave you my word. I don't go back on it."
Jim looked at Sebastian's bare torso covered in bruises with an expressionless
face, allowing the boy to talk it out. He didn't pity him, no. Every teenager,
at least every one that actually amounted to something in life, had had their
share of abuse. Jim included. But now was not the time to argue. He knew
Sebastian hardly felt sorry for himself. "That's good to know. A man that can't
keep his word should have his tongue cut out." He looked, rather bored out of
the window for a moment, then asked, "Why do you want to work for me,
Sebastian?"
"Right now I don't." He said scowling. "Last night you were mildly
interesting." Not the whole truth by half, as he had actually begun to respect
Jim to a point, for treating him like an actual person.
"'Mildly interesting'....You sound like someone I know," Jim chuckled, thinking
of the only other man that got as bored with life as he did before returning
his attention to Sebastian. "I'm giving you a place to stay, free food, your
own gun, access to a firing range, new clothes, a very steep paycheck, and now
you don't want to work for me because I punished you as I said I would. Please
explain to me what you thought would happen last night, Sebastian." He was a
little pissed off that Sebastian was acting so ungrateful, especially since Jim
/had/ warned him multiple times and that the punch was in response to being
disrespected to begin with.
"It doesn't matter what I thought." He said dejectedly. "You made yourself very
clear. Sir." He didn't know what Jim wanted of him past his job so he just
settled back and stayed quiet.
“Sebastian, I don't request explanations of things that /don't matter/. Please,
proceed." He folded his arms as he waited, not letting the boy get out of it /
that/ easily.
Sebastian snapped, punching the door of the car he snarled. "I was beginning to
trust you and you fucking pulled that crap." He yelled practically in Jim's
face. Ready to punch Jim himself he just barely pulled himself back and crossed
his arms again breathing heavy and set his jaw to hold himself in check.
Jim remained calm, only slightly fearful on account of the fact that he had no
idea what this boy was capable of when angered. The fear was immediately
stifled when, instead of hitting Jim, he sat back and crossed his arms,
nostrils flaring. Jim smirked. "Sebastian, sweetheart...why do you think I hit
you?"
"Don't call me sweetheart." He snapped kicking Jim in the shin as he sat across
from him. It was a completely knee jerk reaction. Stubbornly, he asked, "No
fucking clue. Why?"
Jim's face went cold and became one of pure loathing as he pulled the gun from
the waist of his pants and pointed it at Sebastian, practically snarling at the
fact that he had just been kicked. "Because, /sweetheart/....I don't much care
to be touched when I don't want to be." His face remained with that hard
expression of cold warning, the gun still trained at Sebastian.
He turned away Jim, arms still stubbornly crossed. "Fine, shoot me then. Put me
out of my misery if I'm that much fucking trouble." His trembling gave him
away, however. As for once in his short life he was actually terrified of the
situation he'd found himself in. He honestly expected to die. There. Right
then.
Jim kept the gun on Sebastian for a few more moments before chuckling as he put
it away. "You really need to lighten up, Sebastian. Has anyone ever told you
that?" Jim usually flip-flopped around in conversation; something he was quite
aware of that he was sure would have Sebastian extremely frustrated. But it
wasn't something Jim planned on changing, so he would have to get used to it as
well. "I punched you because you crossed the line. No one tells me what to do,
especially not a pup like yourself. Never question me, Sebastian. And
definitely don't try to stop me from doing as I damn well please."
It took him several long moments to gather his nerve back to himself. "Not a
pup." He said, out of sheer defensive habit. "Got it. No choice in just about
fucking anything. You really should just shoot me." It wasn't a demand; it was
accepting defeat for the time being.
Jim smirked at that, and then said, "Nah...I like you too much to kill you
without a good enough reason," he teased; though he knew the comment would do a
little bit more for Sebastian than just lighten the mood. The car rolled to a
stop outside of an office building. "Ah...welcome to my headquarters," he said
stepping out of the car and walking inside to the elevators. "You're going to
meet my second in command; the position that I believe you would be suited to
fill when you come of age."
His thoughts circled around one thought. What the fuck? He sat there for half a
beat until he realized he had to scramble to keep up with Jim. He slid into the
elevator right as the door started to shut and he hit the wall opposite the
door with his momentum. Scowling he looked to Jim as he straightened his shirt
out, "What the fuck does that mean?"
Jim had wondered if the boy would make it to the elevator in time. Grinning as
the doors just barely left enough room for him to squeeze through. They were
going to floor 8. "While you are in my place of business, I request that you
watch your tongue, Sebastian. And what does /what/ mean?"
"Fine." Sebastian grumbled. "You like me too much to kill me right now.
Explain." He paused and practically choked over the word. "Please."
Jim held back another laugh, realizing that Sebastian was actually very taken
by the words that Jim had barely even given too much thought into. "Sebastian,
my job offers are very serious matters, and I take much consideration into who
I give offers to and who I kill for asking. You got a job offer in a matter of
minutes. And it wasn't because you had good credentials," he said as the
elevator rose. "You remind me a lot of myself, only more....raw." He knew it
was a terrible explanation, but it definitely made sense to him.
"That makes no sense at all." He said shaking his head and leaning on the wall
of the elevator in a sulk. "Why did you give me a job then?" Sebastian asked.
He was trying to toe the line and behave, but with his emotions running as
close to the surface as they were, he was likely to explode at Jim again.
Jim looked from the floor number to Sebastian as the elevator slowed to a stop.
"Because you have the stuff it takes to do what needs to be done...and because
you didn't beg for your life at gunpoint." The doors opened, and he raised an
eyebrow at Sebastian before stepping out and going down the hall to his office,
opening the door to a very large room with many windows overlooking the street
below and the building adjacent.
He kept up this time, half a step behind Jim and to his left. "That still
doesn't explain how you'd hit me and yet like me." He said even as he wandered
into the room eyeing the windows. "Why do you work in a room where you could be
shot from long distance so easily?"
Jim noticed how much better Sebastian was following him, though he attributed
it to the interest in the conversation. "Sure it does...Physical violence is no
more of an indicator of feeling as the color of car indicates how fast it can
go. I responded to your disobedient action. Every choice has a consequence."
After Sebastian's second comment, however, Jim patted the boy on the shoulder
excitedly. "It took my current sniper two weeks to ask that question, you
know...and he actually /was/ in the military."
"But you like me." Sebastian said flatly. "You are confusing as fuck, you know
that right?" Eyeing the hand on his shoulder he stayed still, he was a bit
torn, but went ahead and asked his other question. "So why work here? It's a
ridiculously easy shot from right there." He pointed out the window.
"Don't think too much on it, Sebastian. I could easily change my mind." Maybe
he could stand to bring him down a few notches again. Jim dropped his hand from
Sebastian's arm and walked over to one of the windows, tapping it with his
knuckle. It made a very dull sound. "Bulletproof glass. The only thing that's
getting through this is high-speed fighter craft caliber. And a windowless room
just makes my clients think I'm paranoid."
"Oh." He said a bit distracted as he simply kicked the glass with his boot.
Chuckling at it he flopped down in a chair in the far corner of the room. He
kept quiet about it; however he hadn't had someone like him since his mum died.
"So what are doing here? I thought we were going to go get my replacement."
Jim quirked an eyebrow at Sebastian. "How many teenagers your age do you know
that are up at 8 a.m.?" he asked, sitting at his desk and closing his eyes. The
sleepless night hadn't really gotten to him, but dealing with Sebastian had
really surprisingly drained a lot of his energy. "I wanted you to meet my go-to
guy. His name is Johnson. You will refer to him as 'sir' as well, and listen to
everything he says. None of that bullshit about who is the better shot, either.
He has a lot to teach you, so I suggest you pay attention."
"Aside from me you mean?" He asked grumpily. But he had to admit that Jim had a
point. If he'd had any choice in the matter he'd still be asleep. "I'll refrain
from making the obvious Johnson jokes." He sighed, remaining rather tamed for
the moment. He would wait to see if Johnson really knew what he was talking
about.
After a few minutes of remaining absolutely still, not from sleep but from
thought, Jim opened his eyes moments before there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Jim said in his normal voice, and the sniper entered the room,
nodding to Jim politely. He was dressed in a suit, around 50 years old, and
looked tired. "Morning, sir," he said, as he scanned the room before his eyes
fell on Sebastian. "I see you have a visitor today."
"It's why I called you here. Johnson, this is Sebastian. He's my new employee,"
Jim said, not quite able to hide the pride in his voice but not necessarily
trying.
"That so?" Johnson said, walking over to look Sebastian over a little more
closely.
Sebastian had perked up a bit at Jim's tone, but worked hard not to react. Even
though he ended up slouching in the chair a bit further as Johnson came over.
Eyeing the man he simply said, "Hi." It wasn't disrespectful, but it certainly
wasn't overly polite either. Sighing, he continued with, "Sir." It was hard not
to care what this man thought of him, because he seemed to be living what
Sebastian wanted out of life.
Johnson smiled warmly at him. "Hello, son." He turned to Jim with an
incredulous look on his face. "Jesus, Jim, he can't be more than thirteen!" he
said in disbelief. Jim smirked to himself. Johnson looked back at Sebastian.
"He sure starts you all early now. Can you even drive?"
"What's he need to drive for? I got people that do that. He's a damn good shot
though," Jim said, watching the two of them.
"Oh really? What's your spread at 1000 yards?" he asked, not challengingly but
rather interested to find out how good the boy was.
Sebastian bristled, but bite his lip long enough to edit himself, "Fu....Gah.
I'm fifteen." He stopped when Jim said he was a good shot. Standing up to his
full height, despite how much it hurt, he looked Johnson dead in the eye. "It's
a six mm spread, with a crappy gun. Two with a good one." Glancing at Jim, and
back at Johnson, he bit out, "Sir." If a bit contemptuously. Even though he was
honestly impressed that he was asked that question after the window thing.
(http://www.6mmbr.com/1000ydpg02.html I have no idea if I’m reading this right
but that's where i got my number from)
"Sorry if I offended, son," Johnson said with a grin. "You kids all look the
same age to me now..." After hearing the spread, Johnson's eyes went wide and
he let out an impressed whistle. "Where'd you find this kid, Jim?" he said
breathlessly. "If he's telling the truth that sort of spread makes him one of
the best shots in London!"
Jim, enjoying the fact that Sebastian was actually following orders for once
and calling Johnson 'sir', if a little contemptuously, stood and walked over,
hands in his pockets. "Caught him stealing from my safe last night," he said,
humor in his eyes.
"And you didn't shoot him?" the other man asked, before turning to Sebastian
with raised eyebrows. "You're one lucky kid."
Smirking at Johnson he shifted closer to Jim finally willing to sort of admit
that this was at least amusing again. "I am telling the truth." He grumbled. "I
don't lie about that. While I'm thinking about it, why didn't you notice the
problem with the windows when you first walked in the room?" He sighed. "Sir."
He shrugged when Johnson turned back to him. "Apparently not being a bitch
about getting a gun held to your head holds some merit." He didn't edit his
vocabulary soon enough to not swear, that time, but held his ground on the
statement all the same.
Jim's face grew a little more serious. "Sebastian, Johnson has been doing this
kind of thing since before you were born. He's not my primary sniper, and
that's not what I called him in for. You will treat him with respect. Do you
understand me?" Jim threatened, and though Johnson seemed like he wanted to say
it was alright, he knew better and just watched Sebastian.
That got Jim and exasperated sound, and a reluctant, "Fine. It's not like I can
help when I was born. Not exactly something a person chooses." Pause. "Boss."
It was reluctant, but there was a notable difference in the level of contempt
in Sebastian’s voice. "What did you call him in for then?"
"No, but it sure as hell means he knows a lot more than you. So stop being a
smartass." Jim didn't like the fact that a 15-year-old boy acted like he knew
more than his 50-year-old veteran, a man that had saved his life more times
than he had fingers and toes. "Sit down and shut up so he can tell you." He
glared warningly at Sebastian.
Johnson, on the other hand, was grinning. Once Jim gave him the go-ahead, which
would be after Sebastian took a seat, Johnson said, "Jim tells me you're going
to make your first kill today. Any idea how you plan to do it?"
Frowning at Jim he sat down. But looking at Johnson and seeing the grin, had
Sebastian just curious enough to raise an eyebrow at him. The question had him
pausing for a moment, actually thinking. "Depends on how exactly he's going to
have to be disfigured to match me. A bullet to the head for a run-away orphan
wouldn't go over to well." He sighed and begrudgingly asked, "Got any
suggestions on that, Sir?” There was a whole lot less of a pause this time.
Jim's lips curled into a smile as he sat back at his desk, still watching
though the plan had been to work while Sebastian got mentored.
Johnson laughed jovially at Sebastian's answer. "Very good! You're much keener
than some of the other guys that act like they're tough shit." He looked at Jim
with eyes that said, /How the hell did you find this kid??/, then turned back
to Sebastian. "In my experience, drugging works best, especially if you're
burning the body. Ain't nobody gonna do an autopsy to an orphan that's been
burned to a crisp. That, or beat him until you knock him out. Just be sure you
don't break bones. It's the messier choice...but the more fun one." He winked
at Sebastian. "Alright, Mister Know-It-All... stand up. Let's see how you
fight."
Sebastian sat up a bit straighter when he glanced over at Jim and saw him
smiling, even as he paid close attention to the suggestion that Johnson made.
Drugging the kid didn't seem sporting to him. So he would go with the beating.
To be fair he was already covered in bruises. His mind clicked back into focus
when he caught up to Johnson’s last… order? He swallowed a tad nervously he
stood up and rolled his sleeve up, showing the knife strapped there. "Armed or
unarmed, Sir." No pause. This was where he really got to show what he could do.
And he respected him enough so far, to at least be up front about carrying
knives if Johnson wanted him to.
Johnson grinned taking a few steps back and rolling up his own sleeves.
"Whichever you'd prefer." No one had been able to touch him with a knife in ten
years, and he doubted this kid could come close. And yet, people were
surprising, weren't they? "Lesson number one: Never underestimate your
opponent. They may look weaker than you, but that don't mean shit. Every fight
you go into where you think you have the upper hand is a fight you are more
likely to not walk away from."
Jim didn't even bother pretending to work, turning his chair and folding his
arms. "Don't hurt him too badly, Johnson. He's got a long day ahead of him, and
I'd rather not have to nurse a wound that could have been avoided." Jim gave an
encouraging nod to Sebastian, showing him that he didn't doubt his abilities.
He was enjoying how Sebastian was responding to every little smile and nod from
him.
Johnson took a defensive stance and waited for Sebastian to make his decision
and attack.
Sebastian had more than enough bruises to know that a straight shot would be a
bad idea with a guy this seasoned. So he flicked the knife into his hand with
one hand and dug in his pocket for his spare to clench in his hand to use as a
makeshift brass knuckle. Glancing at Jim, he thought what the hell? And
promptly threw the knife as hard as he could right at Johnson's face. He knew
the man would dodge the knife, so he took a guess at which way the man would
duck and rushed in taking a swing.
Johnson was anticipating the misdirection, easily sidestepping the flying
dagger and bringing his forearm up to stop the swing dead in its tracks,
extending his other hand in a lightning fast maneuver as he aimed his fist at
the boy's throat.
Sebastian simply dropped all of his weight in a dead fall and kicked his leg
out at Johnson's knee as he scrambled back away to regroup. It was clear that
while he was unskilled he wasn't stupid about it.
Johnson lifted his leg the moment his fist missed its target, barely moving the
knee fast enough so the foot kicked his shin instead. It was a sloppy kick and
didn't have much power, but it was very much unexpected. "Color me impressed,"
Johnson said, backing away to let Sebastian get to his feet again. Meanwhile,
he stepped over and grabbed Sebastian's other knife from the wall, observing it
while still keeping his attention on what Sebastian was doing. "Lesson number
two," he said, spinning the knife in his hand expertly. "Never use a weapon
that your opponent knows about, especially if they don't have one themselves.
If you ever lose your weapon, it's fair game for anyone." He smiled at Jim, and
then got back into position.
Gaining his feet he passed behind a chair, sparing Jim no attention for once,
so completely focused on Johnson. He palmed another, slightly longer, knife
from his boot and flicked it open. Coming out from behind the chair, even
though he knew that Johnson would know he was up to something, he made another
attack. Taking the advice to heart he had the new knife tucked out of sight
behind his sleeve. He took a swing with his fist and then a sudden pass with
the knife right at Johnson's face.
Jim pressed his fingers together and watched them over his hands quietly, face
expressionless. He knew Johnson was talented and that he'd hold back...
Sebastian, on the other hand, was a wild card and willing to do whatever it
took to win. It would be interesting.
Johnson was careful to make sure the knife was in his hand just right so he
wouldn't hurt the boy as he waited for the attack. He tried not to show how
obvious the boy was by keeping his expression vague at the first approach,
dodging the first strike with a lean and spinning to avoid the second, grabbing
the wrist with the new knife and pulling it over his shoulder, using all of his
strength to pull Sebastian over his head, wondering if the boy had ever
actually dealt with someone this strong and agile before.
Sebastian couldn't help the pained sound that escaped him, but certainly didn't
let it stop him. He took a wild swing at Johnson’s head with his free hand
despite his shoulder now throbbing with pain. He kicked out with his foot
trying to off balance Johnson enough to get him to let go. He knew he was out
classed at this point, but when was that new? So he pulled out all the stops
and bite at the hand holding him.
Johnson eventually let go when the teeth sank in to his hand, throwing an elbow
at the back of Sebastian's head hard enough to daze him but not to leave a
goose egg or anything. "Very good....you play dirty. That'll come in handy when
you have tough assignments." He checked his hand to make sure it wasn't
bleeding. "That hold could have broken your shoulder easily. All I really had
to do was twist. Other opponents won't be so nice. In a situation like that,
don't aim for the feet. It gets the holder panicked and won't hurt them enough
to matter. Aim for the mid-section, usually the groin or some unprotected ribs.
A faster response time, and it encourages release rather than tightens the
hold."
Jim was smiling as he checked his watch. 9 a.m. "Alright boys, this was fun,
but I think we should call it a day for now. Lessons can continue later,
especially when the two of you will have time to recover better and won't have
to hold back so much." He was impressed with what Sebastian had been capable
of, never mind the fact that he hadn't really gotten to go all out yet.
At that, Johnson extended the knife to Sebastian, hilt first. "You're strong.
And you have a very strong fighting style that focuses a lot on misdirection
and cunning. Use that to your advantage where strength is not an option."
Rotating his shoulder a bit tenderly and shaking his head Sebastian popped up
to his feet, if a bit unsteadily. He paused, mid motion, still ready to attack,
before he really stopped to listen, and then nod. He could deal with this guy
well enough. Didn't treat him like a kid to the point of patronizing, just
simple information on how to do it better. And it wasn't like anyone else had
ever bothered to teach him about fighting before now. It had always been the
hope he didn't break something by learning the hard way.
Taking the knife back he tucked the blades away carefully, reloading the spring
on his arm. "I'll be stronger still, when I stop growing upwards and actually
get some muscle to stick." Sebastian said as if that fact annoyed the daylights
out of him. And unbending enough from his teenage disappointment that he'd
lost, he asked. "You'll teach me that arm thing right?" It was fantastic really
having a guy he could learn how to fight properly from and Jim had introduced
them. It was all he could do to not demand another round.
Johnson chuckled deep in his chest, a low guttural sound. "Of course! That's
one of my favorites. And don't worry. You'll get there. I can give you a
workout regimen that will have you bulking up in no time. Jim's place has a
gym, so that should help a lot." He extended a hand to Sebastian. "I can't wait
for round two."
Jim had started working, the show over enough that he didn't care to watch as
much as listen. He had to get the intel from his informants sorted out,
especially when it came to that bloody government pig, Mycroft. As Johnson left
the room with a farewell to Jim, the criminal glanced up at Sebastian. "How's
the shoulder?"
Sebastian grinned at the older man, and shook his hand. "Looking forward to it
Sir." Watching Johnson leave the room he glanced at Jim and went and hopped up
on the edge of the desk. He shrugged and promptly winced. "It could be worse,
Boss. But I will give you the fact that he does know his shit. It takes skill
to make it look that damn easy." He said cheerfully enough. "One of these times
I will figure enough out to take him apart." It was a very confident statement
that he would eventually surpass his teacher. But that was something for later.
Leg swinging, "But I wasn't horrible, either."
"No... Not horrible." They wouldn't have to start from scratch. Jim watched
with interest at the way Sebastian's attitude had changed. It had taken perhaps
thirty minutes, and he seemed like a happy teenager just enjoying himself.
"Well, it's going to feel a lot worse if you don't get your scrawny arse off my
desk," He warned, a hint of real threat in the otherwise playful tone. "I was
thinking we could go get you some new clothes while we wait. I need to do a few
hours of work as well, so...I don't know. Find a good book, take a nap, have a
wank for all I care." He grinned slightly, and then went back to going over the
case files.
Sebastian's leg slowed in its swing until Jim stopped talking. Jim had
effectively taken the starch right out of his good mood. Hopping down he
intended to take a nap, but his stomach beat him to the punch. "Clothes are
fine and all that, but food would be better. Sir." He said pulling up a chair
so he could watch Jim. If only out of the sheer potential boredom that was
already creeping up on him, now that Jim had ruined his mood.
Jim didn't even glance up at the boy as he asked, "What happened to the bacon
and eggs that you had?" he asked pointedly, expecting an answer though he
already knew. He knew Sebastian's mood had just been altered, and he wondered
how long it would take before the boy let comments like that just bounce off
him. He glanced up as the chair was pulled up, and quickly decided it was
something he would accept, for now at least, and went back to reading the
report.
Sebastian didn't answer he just tucked his feet up with him in the chair to
muffle the sound of his stomach grumbling. It wasn’t like he hadn't done
without before. At the rate he was going it wouldn't be the last time. Sighing,
he rested his forehead against his knees and shut his eyes. Hopefully for once
Jim would let something go if he did.
Jim looked up at the almost pitiful looking sight in front of him. If Sebastian
didn't have a large build already and eaten on a regular basis for a normal
human being, Jim would have thought he was starving. "There's a kitchen down
the hall to your left. Fully stocked. You can bring the food back in here if
you wish, as long as it's not fried or smelly," he said, noticing how the boy
seemed to gravitate towards him when they were in a room together and didn't
particular seem to like eating by himself.
Looking up at Jim, curious and hopeful at the even tone when he started
talking. He blinked for a moment. Apparently not reacting to a barb was a good
thing. "Oh, you don't want to let me near anything I’m supposed to fry." He
said humor creeping back into his frame. He knew he could burn tea, but Jim
didn't yet. "Sounds good to me." He hopped off the chair, quickly. Before Jim
could change his mind and left.
In the kitchen he poked around and found meat he could slice and turn into a
sandwich. Cold cut ham and turkey. Better than what he'd scrounged in the past.
Coming back to Jim's office he curled up in the chair leaning against the arm
rest, feet propped up on the other side, glass of milk in one hand plate in the
other. He lifted the plate at Jim in an acknowledgement of sorts.
Jim waited until Sebastian returned with what looked like a well-made sandwich
and nodded at the acknowledgment, leaning back in the chair. "Do you even know
what I do here, Sebastian? Do you know why I need snipers and protection and 3-
inch bulletproof glass in my office?" he asked, curious to see what the boy
would come up with as he ate his sandwich.
Shrugging his mouth full, he mostly swallowed before saying, "I figure you are
what you said you were a criminal. Of sorts." Another bite, because he was
starving. "Killing, no problem with robbery. Whatever it is your good at it."
Curiosity was something that he could indulge here.
Jim chuckled. "Not quite...a criminal, yes, but the kind you've never even
heard of probably. I'm a consulting criminal. Which means low lives and
businessmen alike come to me when they need to solve a problem, from someone
who is more or less capable of putting them in jail for the rest of their
lives." He let that sink in a moment before asking, "Why do you think I'm so
good at my job?"
"Oh great." Sebastian rubbed his forehead with the edge of the glass. "Are you
telling me your super smart or something? And that’s why your always ten steps
ahead of me." More so then most adult's he muttered to himself. He snorted and
just said, "Johnson." To the last question.
"Wrong," Jim said to the teenagers answer to his last question. "Johnson
ensures that I remain alive. He is not involved in my business affairs at all,
and you will not be either. I'm as good as I am because I don't take pity and I
don't hand out mercy like candy. I have spent my entire life building up a
reputation, one that even the great Sherlock Holmes cannot harm." He looked
proud of himself for a split moment before returning to his stoic expression.
"I expect you to have the same moral compass as me, and no matter where I
point, I need to be sure that you will pull the trigger regardless of how you
feel toward the subject."
Rolling his eyes, "Not what I meant. He respect's you and that I can
understand. So if you weren't good at it he wouldn't still be around." Bit
simplistic a view point, but he was 15. Sebastian however frowned, he knew that
name. He sat up a bit straighter as Jim covered something he'd thought was
already tidied up. "I already told you, I work for you. And I gave you my word
on it. Why quaffle now about the whole moral compass thing? I said I'd kill a
boy my age. How much more blunt would you like me to get?"
Jim nodded. He knew at the moment Sebastian was gung-ho about killing, but it
was far easier to talk the talk then actually do something like that. They'd
find out soon enough though. "Johnson had worked for me since I was your age.
Killed my father for me and protected me since. You can't buy that kind of
loyalty," he said, mostly to himself.
“No, you prove it." Sebastian said off handedly. Even though he was wondering
still if it was all worth it after last night, as it compared to that morning.
Going a bit father with his dark humor than he intended, he said, "Joy you've
got daddy issues. Join the club."
Jim smirked. "Which is probably why I like you so much." Then after a moment
added, "But I bet the main difference between you and me is you didn't bathe in
his blood afterwards."
Snorting Sebastian shoved the rest of the sandwich in his mouth. Chewing he
eyed Jim. Swallowing, he took a shot in the dark. "You want me for more than
what I can do. What exactly is that?"
The kid was sharp, Jim would give him that. "I haven't exactly decided yet. You
intrigue me. You are one of a kind, and now that you're mine, I have to find
something that will use your full potential. What do you suppose that is?"
"Alright. Not yours, but why do I intrigue you. And I know you said you as a
kid but that doesn't tell me beans." He was going along with the self-editing
for the moment. He shrugged. "A lot depends on training I get I would think.
Sort of raw at the moment." He hated admitting that but what else could he do.
"For one, I have held a gun to you twice and you still talk to me like your
shit don't stink," Jim mused, smirking at the boy. "And yes you're raw. But
it's not the final product you pay for as much as it is the material." He
drummed the pencil on his lap. "What did you expect from me last night,
Sebastian?" he asked, now that the boy was a little more pliant than before and
they weren't yelling. It was a test of honesty, and he wondered if the boy
would pass.
Sebastian shut down, completely for a long absolutely silent moment. It was a
long while before he broke it with coldly delivered words. "Fuck you. I didn't
want you to stop. And I certainly didn't want you basically dangling yourself
in front of me as someone that I might actually give a damn about and then just
betray that trust." He got up and went across the room to the other chair there
and turned its back to Jim before flopping down in it. An emotional retreat, as
well as a physical one.
Jim remained stoic as he watched the boy retreat, smiling a little to himself
at the cold delivery of the words. "Why would you expect me to give you sex
after you had practically told me you didn't want it? That seems a little
inconsistent, don't you think?" he asked simply, waiting patiently for a
response.
"Fuck you." He repeated not leaving the chair. So what if it was inconsistent?
He hadn't known he'd be that interested once it was offered. He tucked his feet
up, hugging his knees much like he had earlier. It was like Jim wanted to push
every button he could just to see what happened.
Jim used the quiet to work for a while, keeping an ear perked for anything from
Sebastian. After a while, he straightened the papers and locked them in his
desk. He stared at his sniper. "Come here, Sebastian," he said, waiting for the
boy to come stand in front of his desk.
Sebastian growled, but got up and went to lean on the front of Jim's desk, not
looking at him. "What?" He practically ground his teeth. "Sir."
He leaned forward, and was about to say something quite encouraging to the
teenager, but instead responded to the growl with a dangerously cool threat.
"Next time I hear the words 'Fuck you' come from your mouth in my office, I
will strangle you with your own intestines." His face was cold. "Sit," he
commanded, Sebastian's chair still right in front of his desk.
Sighing Sebastian flopped down on the chair. The threat sort of unnerved him
with how it was delivered. "Fine. None of that." He said trying for equally
cold, but only came out a bit cool, as he sifted slouching in the seat.
"Good. And no more of this pouting. You're better than that," Jim informed him,
then hit a button on his desk phone. "The car will be around shortly for us to
go get you a replacement. Where should we start looking?" he asked. He was
going to allow the better part of this morning to be completely dictated by his
new employee. He wanted to see how he worked in the field.
"I'm not pouting. I'm pissed. At you. But apparently that doesn't count for
shit." He crossed his arms. "Nowhere near where I got around. Which is... was
around the heart of London and everywhere with in a five Quid ride of the Tub
from the main station near the boy’s home. Somewhere where a kid won't go
missing too quickly. Maybe a school that’s having a field trip or something."
"A flaw with your thought process, Sebastian, dear. If a kid goes missing from
school, that means there will be even more panic and riot than if one goes
missing from a boy’s home. Try again," he said coolly, waiting for Sebastian's
next location. He didn't respond to Sebastian's defense, leaving it hanging out
there without any sort of recognition that he wasn't pouting.
"Home school'ed then." He said annoyed. "Or another boys home. Hell one in
France if you want." He knew he wasn't good at this yet. He was 15. He'd be
better off following orders if Jim was so good at what he did anyway.
"Sebastian, you're missing the point. This boy can't be missed. So, either a
son of an abusive father, a homeless person, or 'street-rat' if you will, or
someone that people already think is dead." He was going to have to be patient.
He knew Sebastian didn't have too much experience under his belt, and this was
just for learning.
Oh. Well that made sense. He sat up and pulled a pocket notebook out of his
pocket and tossed it at Jim. "Page four. List of kids that don't care what you
do to them or with them, as long as they get hooked up with drugs. All of them
live in the closed down Tub station off Market Street." When he did come across
a bit of information he kept it. Even if he didn't know what he'd do with the
information later.
Jim's eyes lit up with excitement as the boy threw him the book. This....this
was what separated Sebastian from everyone, and every/thing/ else. "Good
boy...this is impressive. I knew you had some talent with a gun, but I'm
surprised you didn't brag about this earlier. A man with proper record of what
he comes across is a man after my own heart," he teased, flipping through the
pages and admiring the small bits of what would seem like useless information
to others but would be a goldmine to him. "I trust you will continue this under
my employment?" he asked, looking up at Sebastian with the first real delighted
smile he had since the boy had met him less than 12 hours earlier.
Hu... "That good hu?" Sebastian asked, trying to not preen over the praise. But
he certainly actually sat properly for the first time since he'd meet Jim. He
scooted the chair closer to the desk so he could lean on it. Man and heart had
definitely caught his attention. In an effort to keep Jim smiling like that and
an effort that he didn’t understand he said, "That's just the current book.
I've been doing this since I got stuck in the boy’s home. Why wouldn't I keep
up with it? When we get back to my stuff, I've got 12 more. Probably a bit
outdated." He shrugged as nonchalantly as he could manage.
Jim went to page 4, looking at the list of names. "And these boys....what kind
of stuff do they do for drugs?" He looked at the tattered cover of the book
before handing it back to Sebastian. "We'll get you some higher quality
pocketbooks that won't fall apart from use...though you seem to take good care
of them. I want all of the information in your books catalogued in a database
for easy access. Have you ever used a computer?"
"Anything." He repeated firmly, emphasizing the word. "They aren’t the sort
that is exactly pleasant to be around." He grimaced. "They are about the only
thing that I've had that is valuable." He shifted uncomfortably. "No. No
computers. Don't even have a mobile. Was saving for that gun before I did
anything else."
Jim frowned, then stood and walked over to a cabinet, reaching in and grabbing
a high-tech phone from the drawer and walking back over, handing it to
Sebastian. "Make a password, don't write it down anywhere. My number is never
to be stored, memorized only," he said sternly. "Unlimited data, though if I
catch you using it for anything other than business and /approved/ usages. If I
catch you watching porn on it, I'll cut off your balls and feed them to you
with a nice white wine to chase." He sat back down. "Have you ever heard of the
term 'honeypot'?" he asked then, referring to the idea of luring someone
through sex to blackmailing them into cooperation. This would be slightly
different...but the same rules practically applied.
"Uh..." Sebastian said distracted as he fiddled with it until he figured out
how to even get to the lock screen. Frowning at it, "These things have a user
manual?" He asked even though he was very tempted to flip Jim off. He read, and
he read well. Having taught himself most of what he knew, because no one would
bother with him. The threat somehow didn't seem to hold as much weight, in
comparison to the notion that Jim might just want him all to himself. He
thought about that one for a moment as he fiddled with the phone and typed in
'RIFLE' as his password in number form. "You mean like more flies with honey
than vinegar?" Granted he was using the more common expression of it that
wasn't used for specific things. "In relation to the info I just gave you?" He
asked trying to connect the dots that Jim already had planned
Jim chuckled. "You'll have time to figure it out. You're a smart kid, I trust I
don't have to hold your hand?" he asked a bit shortly, though he understood how
overwhelming a phone would be, especially one with that capability, to someone
who didn't even know how to use a computer. He had time, though, and he'd hire
someone to teach the boy to type and keep good records. "A 'honeypot' refers to
a strategy of trapping someone with the use of 'honey.' One of us will go in,
promising drugs in exchange for sex, and lure the right one back to the car.
I'd prefer not to get my hands dirty, Sebastian, but I also don't know if these
boys will believe that you have the drugs they want. What is your opinion?"
"Not a kid." He protested but it was almost just habit, no real heat to it. The
phone made some random noises as he found the ring tone section and scowled at
it as he tried to get it to shut up. Glancing up at Jim and back to the phone
he just shut the phone down for the moment. "You'll have to go in. Or go with
me at the least. They know I trade information on empty houses for where the
labs are when I stumble across them. Those are towards the back."
Jim watched with mild amusement and Sebastian struggled to get the phone to
shut up, and then explained what he thought the plan should be. Jim wasn't too
keen on seducing another teenager, especially one as dirty as Sebastian made
them sound. He certainly wasn't going to let his dick be touched by any means.
"Alright then." Jim stood and walked around the desk, leaving his office
without any warning to the boy and heading towards the elevators. He began
talking, assuming Sebastian had kept up. "You'll take me in and we'll find a
suitable replacement for you. You're in charge from this point on. I'll help if
you need me to, but otherwise, you'll call the shots." He walked out from the
elevator to his car, and got in, not saying a word to the driver as he waited
for the boy to give instructions.
Sebastian hurried to shove the phone in his pocket and follow Jim. Listening as
they went down to the car. "You can't go in like that. Whatever that suit is.
It’s too good. You'll give me away." He thought for a moment and held out his
hand. "I need the book. Number to call and set up a meeting. Going in un-
announced is likely to get a gun held to your head." He pulled out the phone
and took a moment to find the call button. Having taken the book he flipped
through about half way before he figured out how to turn it back on, then to
dial a number.
"Hey. Tommy. It’s Severin. Got a line of info for ya. Ya. Ya. No. Look no you
fuckin' moron. No I’m bringing the dealer by. No he doesn't bring stock with
him. You know that's bad business. Look I’ll be by after lunch. No. Fuck off."
Sebastian hung up abruptly. "Fucking junkie." He scowled at the phone. "You
clothes. Food for me at the least and we can go crash the party." Jim had said
he was in charge. So he took it literally.
Jim raised an eyebrow with a very amused smile as Sebastian took a pretty
dominant charge on the situation. He sounded so confident. He waited until
Sebastian was off the phone to ask, "So is Tommy the one who'll be replacing
you?” Jim nodded to the driver to signify that they wanted to go home so he
could change. Within minutes they were there.
Sebastian followed Jim up to his room and leaned on the door jamb. Close but
not exactly watching as he talked. "Not Tommy. He’s just the only one with
sense. So don't call me anything but Sean down there. Mickey is the one you
want. Honestly they won't miss him. Always a bit too desperate to get high. And
he's about my build anyway." He shrugged. "He'll follow us if you offer to
sweeten the deal if he gives you a blow job." He made a face at the notion of
Mickey doing anything. "As soon as he's alone with us, it'll be easy enough."
"What kind of drugs are we mostly talking here? Cocaine? Marijuana?" Jim asked
as he took his shirt off in the middle of the room, not really caring to hide
himself as he walked over to the closet and picked out a white V-neck and
jeans. He slipped his pants off and walked over to the bed in his boxers,
folding the suit in his near-naked state. Once the clothes were laid out
neatly, he pulled up the jeans, hooking the button underneath his stomach. His
skin was white and unmarked, and though he was not toned like Sebastian, he did
have evidence of muscle. He slipped the V-neck on, and then looked up
immediately to Sebastian. "While we are out, I'll have my cook stock the
kitchen. For now, though, it's up to you where we go for lunch." He stood in
front of Sebastian, mere inches away as he waited for his next move regarding
their current mission.
Sebastian watched out of the corner if his eyes as Jim changed, but answered
the questions. "Coke. And the harsher the cut the better for them. Don't ask me
why." When Jim was dressed he lifted his hand up to Jim’s hair and waited. "You
keep your hair too neat."
After Jim’s hair was ruffled he turned and walked over to the door. "Taking the
tube is better. I assume you actually know how to use it." He said as he led
the way to the station. Stopping by a deli he ordered a huge sandwich and
waited for Jim to get whatever he wanted and of course to pay.
Jim allowed Sebastian to ruffle his hair, though he did shoot him a warning
glance. Following his sniper, he made it to the stand and gave the tender money
without ordering anything himself. “I don't normally take the tube, but I know
how to use it." As they made their way to the closest stop, he pulled a small
bag out of his pocket and handed it to Sebastian. Inside was the white
substance that they would be trading. "Don't lose that," Jim instructed,
skipping down the stairs to the pay station and buying two tickets. They got on
the train that would take them to Market Square, and Jim sat, leaning back in
the seat casually.
"You can get drugs that quick?" Sebastian asked tucking the bag away carefully.
He quickly inhaled the sandwich on the ride, sitting next to Jim. He finished
the sandwich and crumpled the wrapper throwing it in a vague motion so that it
hit another passenger on the back of the head with an absent grin.
Jim huffed at the question. "Sebastian, when you live like I do, occasionally
traditional means of recreation are a bit boring. I already had this at the
house."
Sebastian shrugged and let it go at that. When they got to their stop he
adopted a bit of a gruffer attitude, he barely acknowledging a couple of people
that tried to get his attention. Actually decking the bloke that tried to give
him a hug. Severin was about as repulsed by contact as Jim was.
Glancing at Jim he shrugged and went down a set of stairs. They came out in a
dingy abandoned station. Going around the corner, he greeted Tommy. "Got the
stuff for you. If you got the goods for me."
They haggled for a while and he showed the sample he had. Mickey spoke up being
the one to volunteer to taste it and took a hit.
Jim watched as Sebastian took on the persona of Severin, and followed him into
the station. He looked around with an expression just short of interest, though
when someone tried to approach him, words as dirty as his skin, Jim merely
looked at him with a look so dangerous that he immediately backed off.
Meanwhile, Sebastian was rough-housing his way through.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Sebastian and Jim arrived at Tommy. Jim
looked around, eyes falling onto the boy that was trying his drugs. That must
be Mickey. Almost identical build to Sebastian, though different hair color and
much dirtier. Facial structure was a little off, but nothing too terrible.
"Hey, sexy," Jim said, licking his lips at Mickey just after he took the hit.
Eyes were seductive and chest open, he was easily the most desirable thing in
there, even without the cleanliness.
Sebastian rolled his eyes and said, "Give him a good time and he'll set you up
with a good deal. He seems to like you." He took the cash from Tommy and split
the bag as a good will offer and tossed the bag at Jim. "Come on. Stops to
make. You bringing him with then?"
Mickey was practically at Jim's elbow near begging at the mention of a good
time for a good deal. More than willing to do anything to get the hit that he
craved.
Jim was able to keep the looks of disgust from coming through, instead just
smirking at the drug-desperate teenager by his side. He winked at him, and then
turned to Sebastian. "Of course. I ain't gonna leave him here," he said,
dumbing down his grammar a bit as he looked at Mickey with half-lidded eyes,
running a finger down the boy's crotch. He was kind of enjoying the control
here, he wouldn't lie. "Lead the way, Sean, baby," he said, hooking a finger
into the collar of Mickey's shirt and pulling him along.
Sebastian made a face. "God see if I ever escort you here again." But stalked
off to another set of stairs. On that lead down the tunnels away to a section
unused by even the boys down here except for sex. In a room that used to be an
office was a bed that actually looked mildly clean. He shoved Mickey inside and
held the door for Jim.
Jim followed, growing a little more nervous each second that Sebastian planned
to off the kid here. Transporting the body would be hell. But the kid was
running the show, so he stayed silent, also for the sake of not panicking
Mickey. He waited for Sebastian to pick the room, before smirking at him as he
entered after Mickey. He wasn't sure what the plan was from here, perhaps they
would have to convince Mickey to go back to Jim's place. But the criminal
wasn't sure he was too on board with that. "Well, Sean...what now?" he asked, a
little sarcastically.
Well fuck. He eyed Jim and then Mickey. And then the bed. And caught on. Faking
a bluster, "Oh for Christs sake. You really are a prude for it. Mick he's a
clean freak. I forgot. You'll get a shower outta it if you come with us to his
place."
Mickey hesitated just long enough for Sebastian to sigh and hand the bag over.
He quickly snorted another hit and nodded. "Where’ever you want man. I can be
clean for ya."
Jim was grinning ear to ear at Sebastian as he talked to Mickey, looking at the
other boy himself. "Sean here told me some good things about you," he said,
suddenly able to smell the boy now that they were in a smaller room. "Can't
wait to get you in bed," he cooed, biting his lower lip as he looked the boy up
and down. It was all just a show, Jim barely able to hold back the vomit. He
looked at Sean. "I think we'll take the honeymoon suite," he said, eyes
sparkling with humor at his own enjoyment of this situation. It was nice to let
someone else hold the reins, even if he only teased the driver the whole time.
Mickey glanced at Sebastian and grabbed Jim’s hand. "Mister, all of its true.
Come on now." He said as he pulled Jim out the door and up to street level.
Keeping up Sebastian simply bought them tickets to get to a cheap motel nearby.
He went in and bribed the front desk clerk for a room. The left over cocaine
that he'd pick pocketed back was used to liberate a room key in short order.
Opening the door to the room he mock bowed at Jim and Mickey. Who dragged Jim
inside and ditched them both for the shower.
When the bathroom door shut, Sebastian snorted. "At least he'll be clean."
Jim snorted back, wiping his hand on the side of his jeans. "Yeah...sure." He
listened to make sure the shower was running so they wouldn't be overheard.
"Pretty good work down there, sweetheart. Now that we're here, we have to
figure out where you want to burn the body and leave it. We have to have his
teeth worked on, and I have another room in my basement that Johnson usually
uses for things like torture and corpse management. As for where to leave it,
it needs to be a place you frequented often but not too populated." He sat down
on the bed and leaned back, eyes shutting as he waited to hear Sebastian's
plan, wondering what kind of mistake he was going to make this time.
Sebastian grimaced. "Um. I knock him out and you call for your car?" He
shrugged, "Get him to your basement and I beat him to death with something and
let whatever needs doing get done and drop him back here. I've crashed here
before."
Jim smiled. Good boy. "Alright. And how do you plan to knock him out without
making too much noise? If you needed sedatives, you should have asked ahead of
time. I'm afraid I didn't bring any with me." Even as he spoke though, he
texted his driver to be outside the motel in twenty minutes. He would have said
'as soon as was convenient', but that would have gotten him there too soon, and
a nice car like that parked outside a shit place like this would be cause for
question. "How many times have you crashed here? Is this somewhere you'd look
for you?"
"Often enough that the boy's home checks here first." Sebastian cut himself off
as the water shut off. He didn't hesitate he pushed Jim to sprawl on the bed
and hide out of sight behind the door.
Mickey came out in damp pants having washed them as well, rubbing a towel in
his hair. Seeing Jim laying on the bed he dropped the towel. And Sebastian came
out of nowhere and punched him as hard as he could. Mickey dropped like a rock.
Jim growled as he was sprawled out on the bed, but managed to change his
expression to one of seduction as the door opened, hand rubbing his chest
lazily before the boy was knocked out cold. Jim stopped for a moment, staring
at Sebastian with slight surprise. A slow smile spread across his face. "Damn
Sebastian...that was sexy as hell," he said, rolling up from the bed and
walking over to the boy that still smelled like month-old potatoes covered in
shit. "Alright....the car should be outside soon. We might have to wait a few
minutes. I didn't expect that to be so quick."
He frowned at Jim. "What was sexy?" Sebastian stood there a bit confused even
though he kicked Mickey hard in the gut. The boy wheezed. He moved to look out
from behind the curtain. "No one's looking at all. And it’s early enough if we
switch the telly on now, no one will notice if we go and come back."
Jim watched Sebastian work. "What was sexy? That! You just about knocked him
stone cold without a second thought." He winked at Sebastian, then said, "Five
minutes and we move out. Think you can carry him?"
Sebastian eyed Jim and the limp body. And finally let himself shake out his
hand. "If you say so." He didn't get it. But it was apparently in his favor.
Glancing out the window again. "Ya. I’ll manage. Just dead weight at this
point. If he were squirming that'd be a problem." He said shrugging and
sticking his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall. "So I know
I've screwed somethings up, but it wasn't that bad so far right." Apparently a
few not harsh words went a long way with him as he started to settle in.
Jim smirked. "You did good, kid. Much better than a lot of my snipers their
first time. Do me a favor and don't get cocky," he said lightheartedly, sitting
down on the bed. "I'm thinking side exit via stairs. Won't do to walk him out
the front door and my driver has my location down to the nearest meter. He'll
pull by the alley entrance. Don't bother putting him in the trunk. You'll sit
with him in the back."
"Good." He said simply. "I am so taking a shower when we are done with him." He
said eyeing a smudge that he'd noticed on his hand. But he just wiped it off on
his shirt and started to work the boy up off the floor. It took him a few
moments to work out how to carry him and keep it looking like he was just
helping a drunken friend. "Just let me know when the cars here."
Jim checked his watch. "We should be good to head down now..." He turned on the
television and turned the volume up. "Just wait until you have to carry his
charred corpse. That stains pretty awful from what I hear." He opened the door.
"After you, Sebastian dear."
"You hear? God you are fussy." He scowled at the dear comment but made his way
to the car and dumped him inside. Climbing in after him he crossed his arms and
sat as far from him as he could manage. "I don't have many shirts. We'll have
to get more. Because I wouldn't be caught wearing what he does... did half the
time."
"I don't like getting my hands dirty," was his only response as Jim followed
him to the car, then got into the passenger seat and nodded to the driver. "You
were the one that wanted to go hunting first....While he's getting his new set
of teeth, we'll go to the suit shop and get you fitted. The clothes you are
wearing now will go to him. You'll be in charge of burning the body, too." He
glanced in the rearview mirror at Sebastian and the unconscious boy. "You could
use a shower when we get back, before we go out."
Sebastian scowled but simply elbowed the boy next to him. "I hadn't quite
expected it to be quite, so... complicated." He grumbled. "Wait, you are
getting me normal clothes too? Not just a damned suit right?" That actually
worried him a bit. He was right back to scowling, "I already said I wanted a
shower." He elbowed the boy hard this time, since he couldn't get at Jim.
Jim rolled his eyes. "While we're out, I'll have one of my employees pick you
up some more casual clothing. Some V-necks, jeans, combat boots, things that I
think you'd like." He ignored the comment about the shower, and remained silent
for the rest of the trip. When they arrived, Jim exited the car and went
inside, not paying any mind to any sort of struggling Sebastian would have had
with the body, instead going straight to his room to get a quick shower and
change into a suit. Afterwards, he went downstairs to wear Sebastian had had
his teeth molded, expecting to find Mickey strapped to the chair and Dr. Greene
working on his unconscious body's mouth. "I doubt the teeth are in perfect
condition. You are a talented doctor though, don't let me down." Dr. Greene
nodded, continuing work. Jim would wait here until Sebastian was finished
getting ready to go out.
Sebastian perked up a bit at the real clothes comment, and didn't complain
again after that. He went back to abusing Mickey's unconscious form. Once he
got the boy inside he dropped him and simply dragged him to Dr. Greene. "Here
your problem for a bit." He went for a shower, before he sat next to Jim as he
watched Dr. Greene work. And sort of shifted his chair closer so he could
watch. After a moment he eyed Jim and just kicked Mickey in the shins, just
because he could. "I thought you wanted suit first then the body."
Jim glanced at Sebastian as he entered, allowing him to watch for a few minutes
before his predictable comment. "Yes...this will take a few hours. And you
can't help with it. So, we'll use this time to go get you fitted." He stood and
walked back to the car, a new one already, since the other would have to get
all new upholstery from the stench and wetness of the backseat. As they arrived
at a warehouse that was packed full of all kinds of designer suits and
menswear, Jim looked Sebastian up and down for a moment, then smiled. "You
would look positively gorgeous in a Ermenegildo Zegna...either charcoal gray or
medium gray....What do you think?" Jim asked, watching Sebastian look at the
different designer suits lining the walls and racks. Lots of other people were
walking around browsing, all wearing ridiculously nice suits and minding their
own business, not even bothering to glance at the poorly dressed boy.
((hey, so I've always seen Sebastian in a beautiful silky suit standing in
Jim's office during business meetings, and this was kind of what I was going
for: http://cdn.is.bluefly.com/mgen/Bluefly/
eqzoom85.ms?img=321693301.pct&outputx=340&outputy=408&level=1&ver=8 or http://
s3-ec.buzzfed.com/static/enhanced/webdr02/2013/1/4/17/enhanced-buzz-9956-
1357337093-0.jpg ))
Sebastian's jaw was practically dragging on the floor as he looked from Jim to
the suits and back. "You really want me to wear one of those jumped up, prissy
things? I can't just get a plain one?" He tried. Although he caught himself
touching the soft fabric of one and whipped his hand back into his pocket.
"Aren't they all worth like a few paychecks?"
Jim chuckled. "What do you mean, 'plain'? All of these suits are high-end, and
I doubt you'll find anything classier. I myself go with Westwood. But I think
you need the less slim-fitting, broader-shouldered designs...." He began
walking towards the back. "Unfortunately, you still have growing to do, so we
may need to look in the smaller sizes." He waved down an employee. "I need you
to find me a Ermenegildo Zegna that will fit him," he said, indicating
Sebastian. "I was thinking a charcoal gray would be very well-fitting for him."
The associate smiled and nodded. "Why, of course! Fantastic choice, Sir." He
walked up to Sebastian. "Arms out, feet apart, if you will," he said, pulling
out a length of measuring tape.
"Plain. Not flashy. I hate being the center of attention like this." A half
lie. He just was really uncomfortable with how much these suit's seemed to
cost. He could get a small arsenal of really good weapons for the price of one
suit. He blinked and took a step back from the man, automatically crossing his
arms. Glancing at Jim, he sighed and held out his arms. "There is nothing
willing about this." He muttered.
Jim shot him a murderous glance as the teenager crossed his arms instead of
complying, keeping a hard stare at him even after he finally extended his arms
to be measured. "Oh come now. Be grateful, Sebastian dear. After all, this is a
gift." His tone was full of humor, but also held an intense hint of warning and
danger.
The associate laughed lightly, obviously uncomfortable with the conversation.
"Interesting measurements. You have quite the growing to do, young man. But I'm
sure we can find you /just/ the right size." With that, he walked away quickly
to find the right size.
Jim stared at Sebastian, crossing his own arms and leaning against a shelf.
"I can't help what measurements I have." Sebastian grumbled rather irritated
but fairly sedate for change. Especially since all he wanted to do was kick the
man in the leg. "What?" he snapped at Jim the moment the guy left. "I let him
do his thing. I just didn't want him that close to me when I didn't know what
he was doing right off." He shrugged and leaned, well more slouched against the
wall next to Jim on the shelf. "I'd be more grateful with a bloody gun you know
that right?" He said ignoring Jim's tone of voice.
Jim smacked the back of Sebastian's head at the comment, still a little pissed
off that he was about to spend £15k on a suit for his sniper who seemed upset
about it all. "You know, I'm starting to think you don't deserve a new rifle,
with the way you've been acting," he said coldly. He pushed off the wall and
walked over to the ties to pick one out for Sebastian that he knew would look
fantastic with the charcoal gray he was imagining the suit would be. He rather
liked simple and plain, and Sebastian had expressed his like of simplicity.
Eye's going wide not at the smack but at the comment about the rifle, he
hurried to stand next to Jim again. He worked to keep his posture neutral and
pointed at a green tie. "I'm not sorry. I just don't get the point of something
so expensive. It's better spent on a good rifle. Or weapons." He sort of made a
face at the pinker ties, wondering who on earth would wear those anyway.
Jim picked up the green tie that Sebastian had pointed at and held it up next
to a nearby suit. "Yes, but I did say I would buy you a rifle, did I not?" he
asked, searching Sebastian's face. "Are you saying you don't trust me,
Sebastian?" He gave the tie to Sebastian to hang on to, but grabbed another
striped silk one that he was sure would look a little better.
"Ok, more guns or something else more practical. I don't get the appearance
crap." He blinked and looked at Jim curiously. "What's trust got to do with it?
I work for you now." He said even as he absently stuck the tie in his pocket.
"That ties crap." He said after a moment showing he really had no sense of
proper style.
"I expect you to trust me regardless of your own opinions on the subject,
because you /do/ work for me," Jim said with a smooth voice, pulling the tie
out of the kid's pocket and holding onto it himself. "And as my employee,
appearance will be of the utmost importance to you while you are on the clock."
"Expectations don't always pan out." Sebastian said a bit stiffly. But
everything that Jim had said had happened the whole time that he'd know him. "I
trust you as far as that." He said looking away.
Just then, the man returned. "We have your dressing room. If you will follow
me, sirs." He led them to the room, a waiting area with mirrors, and a bedroom-
sized changing room that Sebastian was led into while Jim sat outside and
looked through a magazine of the latest suits.
Sebastian jumped at the man's return but followed quietly enough. From inside
the dressing room, he said in an irritated voice. "This takes longer than field
stripping a rifle to get on." He finished struggling into the suit and came out
in it. "So?" He was resisting the urge to cross his arms, because he suspected
that he'd get cuffed again for it.
"Well, I doubt I could take a piss in the time it takes you to field strip a
rifle," Jim noted, not looking up from his magazine until the door opened and
Sebastian stepped out. /Fuck./ Jim remained silent for a few seconds, utterly
shocked by how fucking sexy Sebastian looked right now. He raised an eyebrow
and smirked at the boy. "See for yourself," he said, nodding toward the stage
area with the semi-circle of mirrors. His eyes lidded slightly as the fabric
tightened just right around Sebastian's mid-section, while the shoulders were
accentuated and broadened just so. The attendant came over and pulled the vest
down to properly sit on the inexperienced boy's torso, then backed away
respectfully.
Batting the man's hand away he stalked over to the mirror and stopped dead in
his tracks. Frowning he looked himself up and down. Uncomfortably he brushed
his hair back into place as he turned to look at Jim. He started to say
something sarcastic and paused. That was a new expression. He swallowed and
looked away. "I guess you have a point about the suit." He said trying to be
less argumentative.
Jim nodded, and the attendant tried to walk over to Sebastian to attempt to
take minor measurement corrections for any alterations that would be necessary.
Jim, in the meanwhile, stood and began circling Sebastian. When he was in front
of him again, he pulled the front of the jacket together, buttoned it and
stepped back. He licked his lips slightly, something that could be easily
interpreted as thought but Jim knew it to be slight arousal at just how good
Sebastian looked in a suit. "Jacket off..." he said after a moment. He wanted
to see what the shirt under the vest looked like. He held up the green tie,
frowned in disgust, then the striped one, the colors easily matching the color
of the suit and the buttons.
Sebastian froze in place more interested in watching Jim than bothering with
being annoyed at the man pinning his suit in various places. He frowned but
took the jacket off. He swallowed at the sheer fact that he hadn't realized how
comforting a suit jacket could be. Seeing the look of disgust he simply took
the striped one and worked to put it on properly. It took him a few tries but
he managed to get it to look mostly correctly, but clearly he sucked at tying
ties.
Jim took the jacket and handed it to the associate to hold. The vest fit
snugly, and the shirt somewhat bloused out from it at the arms. The collar fit
nicely against his neck, and as the teenager tied the tie, Jim reached forward
and ran his fingers through Sebastian's hair to style it back, a style he
always imagined his sniper would have. "Gorgeous," he repeated, mostly to
himself, and after a moment of looking Sebastian up and down, he turned to the
attendant. "I'll take two, the other one black, if you will. Got to have
something that matches this damn tie." As Sebastian changed back into his
normal clothing, Jim browsed for shoes to match both suits. "Put it on my tab,"
he said to the attendant, nodding to Sebastian to grab his suits and shoe cases
before walking with his own hands free to the car.
Sebastian did his best not to fidget when he got the complements. And blinked
at the tie comment. "Is green that horrible?" He asked as he shrugged out of
the vest before going into change back to his street clothing.
Jim shrugged. "Just difficult to match, sweetheart," he had said to his comment
about green.
A short while later he tucked the new clothes into the trunk and clambered in
next to Jim. He ran his hand through his hair absently combing it back like Jim
seemed to like and finally asked, "Gorgeous?"
When they were in the car and on the road, Jim noticed how Sebastian was
pushing his hair back. "Yes, darling," he cooed, turning in his seat to look at
Sebastian head-on. "Do you have an issue with me calling you gorgeous?" He
winked at the boy, adjusting a bit in his seat.
He dropped his head back to the seat, looking at the roof of the car. "Don't
call me darling." He said mildly annoyed. "Or sweetheart." He simply didn't
bother with a more enthusiastic response.
He opened his mouth trying to find fault with that but honestly couldn’t, as he
had been rather surprised about how he'd looked in the suit as well. Closing
it, he tried again after a moment. "Why do you have a stiffy or something?" He
said crossing his arms more protectively than defensively for a change.
Jim watched him stammer for a few seconds before he was finally able to find a
sarcastic response, making Jim smile all the more. "Not quite. You in that
suit, though....Mmm, wouldn't be difficult," he teased, though there was a lot
of truth in his words. He sat back in his seat normally, wondering if Sebastian
knew just how good he actually looked. "There are two types of people in this
world: the ones that can pull off a fifteen-thousand-pound suit and those that
don't. Fortunately for you, you fit into the former category. Seems like I made
a good decision, no?"
Sebastian’s mouth worked quietly as he processed that for a moment. Swallowing
he said after a moment, "You really like suits." He uncrossed his arms to sit a
bit more naturally in the seat. Then actually leaned forward towards Jim a bit.
"Will you ever want to continue what we had going in the kitchen?" He had no
idea if he was going to get hit or rewarded for the question. But at this point
he knew he'd rather have the latter of the two. Although he was being cautious
because he was so inexperienced at all of this.
Jim looked at Sebastian for a moment, and then leaned forward as well. "You
know, Sebastian, I've thought about it a few times. You've hardly been
deserving of it, though," his finger trailed down Sebastian's chin to the
collar of his shirt and pulled him forwards slightly. "After all...I'm not sure
you know who's in charge yet." He looked down at Sebastian's lips and breathed
out heavily, slowly bringing them up back to Sebastian's.
"I am trying to ..." He swallowed as he was pulled closer. "I am trying to
trust you." He said as if that equated to behavior in his head. "You are Boss."
He said even slower, as his breathing started to slow exactly as if he was
holding a gun. Anticipation practically rolling off of him in sheets.
"Mmmm..." Jim half-moaned in contentment. He did love being told he was boss.
Very much so. He took a stronger hold of Sebastian's shirt and pulled him until
they were practically breathing each other's air, forcing Sebastian to sit on
the edge of his seat. "And what's so hard about trusting me, Sebastian, dear?
You know I'll take care of you." His other hand pulled at the waist of
Sebastian's jeans, tugging them up a little roughly.
Sebastian simply stopped breathing for a long moment as he struggled to keep up
with the situation. A ragged breath later, "I don't trust anyone." Voice going
up into an almost squeak, "I know you'll take care of me." He swallowed.
"Boss?" He had no idea how open his face was at that moment, curious, nervous,
utterly turned on for a change and open to the idea of trusting Jim.
Jim watched Sebastian struggle to maintain the control he knew came so
difficult to him. It was sexy as hell to see him try. "Yes, sweetheart?" he
said in a husky voice, bringing his mouth ever closer to Sebastian's, barely
brushing their lips together so that it was a mere tickle. He was testing to
see if Sebastian would try to seize control, or if he'd be a good boy. And good
boys always got rewarded...
"What are you doing?" He asked rather unsteadily. Not moving an inch. He made a
face but was willing to let the pet name go for the moment if Jim answered his
question. "I... fucking hell." He growled after an even longer moment.
"Please?" He tried.
"I'm just having a bit of fun," he said innocently, moving his hand from the
waist of Sebastian's pants to palm him through his pants. "Don't you want to
have fun with me, Sebby?" he asked, rather fond of his new nickname that he was
sure to piss off his sniper but knowing that Sebastian was smarter than to act
on that anger, especially when he was so close to getting what Jim knew he
wanted. "Please what?"
"Sebastian." He squeaked for real this time, as he was palmed. But trying
desperately not to break the situation he'd found himself in. "Fun is good.
Very good." He cast around for something that he might have half a chance at
getting Jim to say yes to, he blurted out, "Kiss me. Please."
Jim grinned happily at the squeak, happy to have reduced the outspoken,
confident boy to pitiful noises. "Very good indeed..." he said, then flicked
his eyes down to Sebastian's mouth. "Since you asked nicely." He pushed his
lips forward and began kissing Sebastian's mouth hotly, tongue pressing into
the other boy's lips to demand entrance as he palmed him a little rougher.
Sebastian groaned, rocking into Jim's hand, opening his mouth willingly. He had
to curl his hands into fists not to touch Jim. When they came up for air, he
looked a bit mind blown, eyes dilated and absolutely open for a change. He
leaned in again, stopping just shy of Jim's lips, suddenly more than willing to
ask for permission.
"Such a good boy..." he muttered, licking Sebastian from the chin to the tip of
the nose. “Mmmm....you taste so good. I'll make you a deal, darling." He cooed,
noticing that Sebastian was practicing a good bit of self-control as it were.
"If you behave until we get home and keep your hands to yourself, then I'll
give you permission to touch me." He smiled at Sebastian as he leaned back and
brought his foot, shoe remaining on the floor of the car, up between
Sebastian's legs and began massaging him.
Sebastian sighed rather annoyed right up until his breathing cut off into a
splutter of surprise. Biting his lip to hold back a sound of sheer want, he
gasped a breath and managed, "Yes, Sir." It was a bit broken up by a lack of
air. Slouching back to the chair, sliding a bit closer to Jim's foot he let his
legs spread open, wanton.
Jim smirking, his own hips shifting a little uncomfortable himself, as he
watched how undone Sebastian was. "Mmmm... You’re so sexy. Tell me what you
want, Sebby," he said as he curled his toes underneath Sebastian's bulge. He
raised his eyebrows curiously, licking his lips. "Go on. Don't hold back."
Taking Jim at his word, he let go. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He bit out in a sudden
release of air. "Get me off. Now." He just barely tempered the demand with a,
"Please." It was clear that he was already very close. He really wanted more
but he couldn't get his mouth to actually work. His hands did however; as he
tried to work his trousers open for Jim.
Jim hummed his approval at Sebastian's words, but tsked and pushed his hands
away from his pants with his foot. "Hands at your side, sweetheart," he said
smoothly, rubbing much harder with his foot before pulling it away and standing
to get on his knees between Sebastian's legs. His head lowered and began to
work Sebastian's jeans open, massaging his inner thighs with his hands.
"Not your," He said and trailed off rather abruptly, as his eyes went wide as
Jim moved. Nodding he moved his hands out of the way. He shifted slightly to
help with his jeans, but the shift had him rubbing roughly against Jim's hand.
He slumped back to the seat to bite at his hand, muffling the sounds that were
escaping him.
Jim pulled the zipper down with his teeth once the button was undone. He glance
up to see Sebastian biting his hand and quirked an eyebrow. "What did I just
say, Sebby?" he asked condescendingly, referring to his hands remaining at his
side. "Besides, I want to hear you /moan/, baby." He licked Sebastian with a
wet tongue through his boxers as he pulled the jeans down a bit with his hands.
Sebastian let go of his hand biting his lip for a moment trying to keep some
composure but failing utterly. Flushed, panting and now freely moaning, he
couldn't stop himself from rocking up into the wet heat of Jim's tongue. "Oh
fuck more. More. Please more." He was definitely begging now. Nothing could be
clearer.
Fuck.....Begging got Jim off more than anything, and he was growing hard in his
own trousers. Not that he would admit it, or do anything to indicate his own
intense arousal. Obliging Sebastian, he lowered his hot mouth over Sebastian's
cock, allowing his spit to dampen the cloth enough to stick to the erect member
as he sucked, never /quite/ giving the pleasure that he knew the boy wanted so
desperately.
He was devolving into whimpers as he rocked his hips up trying desperately for
more contact. "Please, Jim. Please?" He had never let himself practically
grovel like this before. And once he started, he definitely didn't know how to
stop. "Fucks sake... Suck me please. Fuck, fuck, please?" As he grew more
frantic for release, his vocabulary devolved to well-worn words.
Ah...the sweet sound of groveling helplessly at Jim's mercy. Most would
consider what Jim was doing as a submissive act, but not Jim. No, the criminal
knew how to use and abuse and /twist/ his prey in the most delicious of ways
and bend them to his will simply by a little bit of tongue and sucking. "It's
okay, Sebastian....Daddy's gonna take /good/ care of you, baby," he cooed,
hooking his finger between the elastic waistband and pulling it down, freeing
Sebastian's straining cock. With a wink to boy, he licked his lips and lowered
himself all the way until his nose smashed into Sebastian's groin, the head of
his cock hitting the back of Jim's throat.
The words passed right over Sebastian's head as Jim leaned in and took his cock
into his mouth. He gasped and pressed up, falling into a rather instinctual
rocking motion, sort of fucking Jim's mouth in small motion's. He desperately
wanted to touch Jim, but he'd been told to keep his hands to himself so he dug
his nails into the leather of the car. His nails scored lines into them as he
forced himself to stop moving. "If you don't do something. I don't think I can
hold back." He said in a moan.
Jim swirled his tongue around the cock that rocked into his mouth, having long
ago mastered his gag reflex. He pulled completely off, then, for a moment to
glare at the fingernails. "Sebby, dear....don't ruin the upholstery. I already
have to get one care worked on." He sucked at just the tip of the cock, tongue
teasing the slit for a few moments as his hands cupped and massaged his balls.
After a moment, he took Sebastian all the way in, humming to send vibrations
through it until he was sure that Sebastian was about to come. Just before he
did, Jim pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and smirking
at Sebastian. "It just wouldn't do to have you come this early, Sebby. You
don't want to ruin the fun once we get back, do we?"
Sebastian curled his nails into the palms of his hands, cutting small crescents
into the skin, automatically obeying. As he worked and begged openly for more.
When Jim pulled back and away completely he stared at him dumbly for a good
thirty seconds. Before understanding and rage crossed his face. "You....
But..." He gasped out flailing to come up with something suitable for this
outrageous situation. Desperate to please and yet get off he begged again. "Let
me touch myself please?"
Jim waited for the explosive anger that he knew Sebastian was so prone to
exhibit. Instead, he received silence, eyes uncomprehending for what Jim
thought was half a minute before the familiar rage. The poor thing could barely
find words, and when he did, Jim chuckled lowly. "Are you really so eager to
miss out on what I've got planned for you?" he asked, sitting back in his chair
and crossing his arms in amusement. "Touch yourself and you lose a hand."
"But..." He protested weakly, before closing his eyes and crossing his arms
trying to ignore the situation. He was failing miserably as all he could manage
to do was shift uncomfortably, biting his lip whenever he shifted too much. "I
don't want to miss it." He said after a while in an absolutely pitiful voice.
He was embarrassed and still sticking out of his pants at attention and had no
idea what to do about it. After today he believed the comment about losing his
hand.
Jim looked at Sebastian with nothing short of amusement and lust, simply
watching him as they made the ten-minute trek back to Jim's house. He wondered
if perhaps he was cruel, then realized that he already knew he was. "No you
don't...But as I said, Daddy will take good care of you, just you wait." He
wondered briefly if he could jack himself off while Sebastian was forced to sit
there, hard as a rock and forbidden to touch himself. Poor dear, though. He
seemed a little scared and lost. "Are you going to be okay, Sebby dear?"
Sebastian fell back on old habits and flipped Jim off before painfully tucking
himself away and doing up his jeans. "I-i'll be fine." He said hand working
open and closed into fists. He figured tucking himself away couldn't be
punishable. And he certainly wasn't getting out of the car with it just
flopping about. He shifted and froze in place for a long moment, before
flicking a knife out and cutting the sensitive web of flesh between his thumb
and finger. Wincing he sucked at it to keep the blood from getting anywhere and
looked at Jim, as evenly as a highly aroused, virgin teenager could get, by
focusing on the pain.
"That's good to hear," Jim said condescendingly, choosing to ignore the fact
that Sebastian was still fighting a little. That would take training. And Jim
had time- The criminal froze as he watched Sebastian cut himself, watching as
the sniper sucked as the skin between his forefinger and thumb. Jim reached
forward and grabbed Sebastian's wrist, pulling the hand from his mouth and
pulled it to his own to begin sucking at the wound. "Sebastian dear," he said,
licking at the wound. "Did I not say to leave your hands by your sides?"
"I...shit." Sebastian said trying to work out if he was in trouble or not. He
hadn't meant to disobey. He just wanted to remove the temptation to just get
off right then and there. His teeth were tinted pink with blood as he tried to
dig himself out of the hole he thought he was in. "You did Sir, I just... I was
trying to do all of it at once and didn't...do it well." He finished a bit
lamely but he'd effectively killed off a good chunk of his arousal with a good
dose of nerves. He rather liked his hand. And Jim had it. Licking it. Which
contrary to everything he knew about himself, had his cock twitching with
interest.
Jim chuckled as he saw the confusion and worry in Sebastian's eyes. With a
flash of excitement, he kept a firm hold on Sebastian's hand, holding out his
other in clear demand for the knife. He bit down softly at the wound, keeping
eye contact with his sniper. "You did it well, Sebastian. You did...." he
purred, nipping at the wound a bit while he waited for Sebastian to give his
knife over.
Sebastian twitched as his hand was bitten but he nodded slowly as he handed the
knife over, blade open, point towards himself. He had to work not to fidget and
press against his jeans in a way that was to exciting, but he couldn't help but
shift when the wound stung and Jim kept playing with it.
Jim grabbed hold of the handle, gently taking it from Sebastian without even
glancing at it. "Good boy," he said softly, rather surprised that Sebastian
parted with his knife so easily. He had never seen the boy this pliant. He
rather liked him like this. "Can you tell me why you cut yourself, Sebastian?"
He sucked on the wound again, having noticed how Sebastian had reacted to this
before.
Sebastian was slowly starting to tremble and fall apart under Jim's touch and
his voice, as he fought to keep himself together. He was working towards that
goal of reward and not losing his hand. Although he was having a very hard time
of it with Jim, sucking on the cut on his hand. It was sending all sort of
crossed pleasure signals mixed in with the pain and he didn't have a fucking
clue what to do about it. So he just answered Jim's question. "To d-distract
myself from wanting to too.... fucking hell to wank and you doing that is not
helping." He started evenly, but it devolved with a full body shudder that
started with his trembling hand.
"No?" he asked innocently, sucking a little harder for a minute before pulling
it out of his mouth and pressing the tip of the knife into the wound. They were
at the house already, but Jim was sure Sebastian was far too distracted to
notice. He twisted the knife while holding Sebastian's wrist secure to keep him
from moving, eyes still locked to Sebastian's as he said with a half-grin, "Do
tell me how distracted you are, Sebastian." The blood began to run down the
boy's hand, but he held tight, squeezing just to keep the boy aware that
strength had nothing to do with getting free of this.
Watching Jim and his knife, led to Sebastian's mouth falling open slightly as
he began to pant softly trying to keep getting enough air to not just pass out
from want. He was far too focused on the blood dripping from his hand to really
understand the question, "Whaa?" He shook his head, dazed and tried again.
"What?" He asked following the small stream of blood trail down his arm and
pool at his elbow to drip onto his trouser leg. "What was the question?" He
said trying to make an honest effort, even if he hadn't a clue what for.
Jim watched Sebastian's open panting mouth and knew that if he didn't have the
self-control he knew he did, he would be mirroring the expression. He watched
as Sebastian's eyes followed the blood dripping down his arm, ruining the
trousers that would soon be on their victim. "Don't worry about it." He
chuckled deep in his chest at the full distraction of his sniper, and in a
split second of decision, he pulled Sebastian's hand up so that his elbow was
mouth level and licked from the dripping tip all the way to the wound,
gathering a fair amount of blood in his mouth. He pushed the tip of the knife
to Sebastian's chin gently, goading his head forward so that their lips met. He
pushed his blood-covered tongue into Sebastian's mouth, moaning a bit
dramatically as he did so, eager to get the boy as aroused as he possibly
could.
Sebastian didn't worry about it showing that even if for just this short period
of time, he trusted Jim, whole heartedly. Still watching the blood drip he was
distracted yet again by Jim moving to lick his arm. A soft needy sound escaped
him as his arm was sort of cleaned. The knife point at his chin however,
snagged his whole attention, bar none. To the point that when he realized that
he was being guided forward he was already kissing Jim. He started but
swallowed and sucked tentatively at the tongue in his mouth. Then giving in, he
sucked at it moaning softly as he caught up to what all was going on.
Jim moved the knife from Sebastian's chin and held it to his neck as he
continued to kiss him, moving forward from his seat to straddle Sebastian's
hips, careful not to put too much pressure on the area that he knew was pining
for it so badly. "Mmmmm...Sebby, you are so /delicious/....You know that?" He
sucked on the wound a bit again, noticing how much deeper it was. Then he
snickered. "Of course you do," he observed, dragging his tongue around
Sebastian's lips. "Tell me how you taste. Let me know that you think it's as
good as I do."
It suddenly was an absolutely painful struggle not to swallow nervously against
the blade. He knew he kept his blades sharp enough to split paper just by
dropping it onto the blade. The urge to just nod to answer was almost
overwhelming, but he said, careful not to move, "Coppery. Good but I want
more." He said more than a bit interested as he watched Jim sucking at the cut
again.
Jim grinned and pulled Sebastian's shirt up to wipe his mouth. "I know, Sebby.
I know." And with that, he rolled off the sniper and exited the car, heading
inside towards his room. He knew that Sebastian would probably follow him like
a lost puppy with his tail between his legs, practically begging to be pet.
"What?" He asked stupidly as he tried to scramble to keep up and not cause
himself any more undo agony as he shifted inside his jeans. "Sir?" He called
after Jim as he hurriedly wiped the blood off his face in his sleeve.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Burning of a body. Stabbing.
Jim didn’t look at Sebastian, much less talk to him, until he was in his room,
still carrying the sniper's knife. He closed the door to his room and said
commandingly, "Clothes off."
Once Sebastian caught up to Jim and realized which room he was in he froze for
a good thirty seconds and promptly tugged his shirt off over his head. He bit
at his lip for a moment, hesitating at the button of his jeans, but brushed the
cut painfully, causing it to bleed again, he made up his mind. Toeing off his
boots, his jeans and pants soon joined his shirt on the floor.
Jim was in the process of folding his jacket and pulling off his tie, not even
facing the boy as he got undressed in the middle of the floor. When he did turn
around, Sebastian was stark naked, looking extremely vulnerable as he stood
there, bleeding from one hand and looking beautiful. Jim approached him, still
fully dressed and placed a hand on his chest, running his fingers lightly over
the flesh there. "You've been so good, Sebastian..." he purred again, running
his fingers in circles on his stomach, slowly getting lower.
Sebastian shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he clenched his
fists trying to not touch. Taking a deep breath and letting it out through his
nose he asked slowly, "I'm trying Sir. W-what's the plan?" He asked striving
for nonchalant but only managing needy.
"I can tell," Jim encouraged, hand running over the man's skin, never quite
touching the cock that was leaking for him. "See, Sebastian, you're always so
willing to please when you'll get something out of it. It's okay, I have
respect for that. It means your loyalty must be earned." The hand lightly
brushed the erection. "But at the same time, I deserve every bit of loyalty in
each /bone/ of your body." He accentuated the word by squeezing the cock, then
removed his hand completely again. "And why is that?"
He whimpered and twitched at the squeeze. Trying with all the determination in
his lanky frame not to lurch forward and just take what he wanted. Mouth open
his jaw worked and no answer came to mind. He floundered visibly for a moment
as he took a step forward as Jim let go. Forcing himself to step back again he
hazarded, "Because you are worth it?"
Jim shrugged, not quite willing to argue the point, but not exactly what he was
looking for either. Then his eyes grew a little darker, and he grabbed
Sebastian's cock teasingly again, this time not letting go nor giving any slack
to move. His voice deep and raspy, he leaned forward and growled in Sebastian's
ear, "Because you're /mine./" He gave one very slow, very rough pull on
Sebastian, eyes inches from his sniper's as he waited for Sebastian's response.
He moaned at the rough contact and really wished he was near a wall to slump
against. When Jim got so close to his face and growled he practically dropped
to the floor with the desire to work Jim’s trousers open. His mouth was open to
answer but as he was very slowly wanked off he went up on his toes in shock,
squeaking, "Yours fucking hell yours. Please?"
"All mine," he repeated, slowly moving his hand back down the shaft with the
same roughness as he shifted slightly. "You've been such a good boy...Perhaps
you deserve a little reward," he observed, knowing just how much Sebastian was
working to stay in control, (and it was quite a bit, virgins such as he were
hardly able to maintain decency while this turned on) he licked at Sebastian's
chest one more time before his mouth came up to brush Sebastian's as he said
the words he knew the sniper had been oh so desperately waiting for. "You have
permission to touch."
Sebastian didn't hesitate a second, as he reached up to Jim's face pulling him
in for a kiss. He wallowed in the kiss for a moment before devolving to
wrapping his hand around Jim's on his cock, speeding up the slow motion.
Moaning he dropped the kiss, to bury his face in Jim's neck as he panted,
trying to not just cum like a kid. But that's where he was hung up, he was, and
he was so wanton he hadn't even bothered to wait for Jim to get undressed. He
also had a rather pathetic need to please Jim even if it was a reward on his
end. "Close..." He had tears in his eyes trying to hold back. Another thing
that he didn't understand the desire for. "Da..."
Jim allowed Sebastian to do what he wanted. Hell, the kid had earned it. Jim
noticed how much the boy was shaking and how much he was trying to hold off,
and fuck if that wasn't the most precious thing. "Sebby, baby," he cooed,
bringing the hand that wasn't held on Sebastian's cock up to the back of
Sebastian's head, scratching lightly and brushing his fingers through the light
hair. "Don't mess up my clothes," he warned, and then smirked as he growled in
Sebastian's ear. "Come for me, sweetheart."
Sebastian went quiet as he shuddered and fell over the edge, cumming hard
enough the tear that had been in his eyes spilled over onto the collar of Jim's
suit jacket. He just barely managed to direct the spurts of cum onto himself
rather than Jim but it was close as he practically painted his chin with it. He
had to grab Jim's arm to keep himself upright as he tried to sag to the floor.
"Fuck..." He managed trying to catch his breath.
Jim held onto him tightly to keep him standing, drinking in the sight of the
boy unravelling then completely exhausted and used up. He wiped the cum off of
Sebastian's chin and licked the fingers clean, humming in approval as he did
so. He tasted so good, goddammit. He continued to stroke Sebastian's hair,
smiling knowingly to himself as he realized that was probably the best orgasm
of the poor boy's life. "Who do you belong to?" he asked gently, eager to test
if Sebastian's loyalty earlier was just horniness or actual word. He knew
whatever answer he got now would be post-coitus bliss, but the more the boy
said it, the easier it would be able to get him to say it in normal
circumstances.
He blinked at Jim slowly for a moment, watching Jim suck his fingers clean.
Shivering he smirked tiredly at him. When the question penetrated the fog of
pleasure that was still making it hard to think he was torn. It came out split
down the middle. "Yours. Fuck you." He grumbled, but it was an honest one.
Heedless of where his cum might end up he buried his face back to Jim's neck
hiding his face for the moment.
"Good boy," Jim said, allowing the naked boy to rest against him for the time
being. There was something so....empowering about being clothed while the other
had been stripped bare from every article of clothing. It made him feel in
control and dominant, which he already knew he was. But with Sebastian, it was
that much sweeter. After a few moments, he said, "Don't make me strangle you
with your intestines." He pulled him off of his shoulder by the hair and
lightly smacked his cheek. "Now go get cleaned up. You have things to do." And
with that, he stepped away and began to leave.
Sebastian whined at the sudden tug at his hair but promptly shut up and made a
face, biting at Jim's hand when he was smacked. He didn't get close to doing
damage but his thoughts on the issue was clear. Not picking up his clothes just
yet he simply crossed his arms and said, "Really a threat like that. Now?" He'd
skipped over embarrassment and charged on to slight indignation about just
being left after... that...
Jim paused, having completely ignored the bite since it didn't exactly hurt. He
was currently facing away from Sebastian, his body stiff, and after a moment he
actually turned to look dangerously at Sebastian. "/Excuse/ me?" His voice was
cold, and he began to take slow calculated steps towards the boy with his head
cocked to the side and eyes narrowed. The sniper's knife was in his hand, and
he twirled it around eye level. "I'm sorry....did my threat come at an
inopportune time for /you/, Sebby?"
He really wished he had his clothes on at that moment as he took an involuntary
step back. He failed to find a way to fix the massive fuck up he'd just stuck
himself in. "Sir." Swallow. "I...No... But..." He ran his hand through his hair
to nervously rub at the back of his neck. "Must you with the Sebby." He said
dejectedly a bit sidetracked for a moment, before getting back on track. "You
run so hot and cold it's..." He gave up and looked at the floor. He'd just
didn't have the words to explain himself at this point.
Jim raised his eyebrows as he listened to Sebastian's poor excuses for...well,
excuses. He continued to advance, smiling wryly. "Oh I must. I rather like the
name....It'd be in your best interest to not argue with that at the moment." He
was a little pissed off that he was going to leave Sebastian in a better-than-
normal state while he himself was still hard and untouched. Now he was just
feeling /mean./ "Look at me, Sebastian," he said coolly almost the exact second
the boy looked down, taking another rather large but still slow step. His
advancing almost looked like he could have been dancing, slowly and smoothly.
He bit his lip and looked at Jim. And took a hasty step back, eyes wide.
"Boss?" With time it was becoming clear that when he had to think about being
respectful, Jim was Sir. When he just simply reacted and was respectful, Jim
was Boss. Right at that moment he was simply reacting at a knee jerk level of
instinct.
"Yes, /Sebby/?" he practically snarled, though his face remained in a terrible
smile. He continued his advance until he was inches from Sebastian, holding the
knife like a pencil, point against his chest. He had a look of challenge in his
eyes, as if baiting Sebastian to say something smart with his own weapon
against his flesh.
Several emotions crossed his face, fear, nervousness, anticipation, and several
others that were rather squashed together. The one that stayed on his face was
decidedly curious if he really was going to die that day, but also not backing
away from it. So he tried, "Sorry?" He bite his lip hard, so as to not just
keep running his mouth.
Jim looked at him blankly for a moment before shaking his head. He pressed the
tip of the knife into the skin until the blood beaded and finally ran down the
sniper's chest. "If that was an attempt at an apology, Sebby, I'm sorely
disappointed in the lack of effort you think I'm worth. Shall we try again?" He
shoved the blade in further until the bone stopped it, and then twisted.
He was ok with the shallow mark but, past that he really reacted to the blade.
"Shit!" He wasn't more than an inch or two from the wall behind him. When he
jerked back he hit his head against it. His hand wavered at batting the knife
away from his chest but he kept it at his side. He tried again, wincing.
"Fucking hell. Sorry. M'sorry Boss."
The blade seemed to cut through the skin and muscle like butter, sharp as it
could be. He stepped forward, effectively trapping the boy against the wall.
Blood now poured down the boy's chest, and Jim's eyes immediately dilated. He
looked at the wound as he asked, "Sorry about /what/, Sebby? Be specific!"
His hand shot out to Jim's chest pressing against it, without actually pushing
him away. "Damnit, I don't know what you want me to say." He was well and truly
panicked, but just as determined to try and figure out what he'd done,
regardless of the pain that was abundantly clear on his face. He hastily added,
"I'm not arguing, I swear Boss."
Jim pulled the knife out of the cut, wiping the blood on Sebastian's stomach,
and then letting the flat of the blade rest on his abs. "You are an ungrateful
punk, Sebastian. I give you what you want, what you've been trying to get the
whole time you've been here, and all I get is a bloody complaint when I'm
done?" It would have been better if he was yelling. His voice barely even
changed, remaining even as though he was reading an excerpt from a particularly
boring book, slight inflections only indicating where the sentence would have
ended and the next one began.
"I...You..." He broke off swearing in Welsh for a moment. Clearly at himself.
He bite his lip and did the only thing that he could think of. He slowly
lowered himself to the floor and looked at Jim's shoes. "What do you want me to
do Boss?"
Jim raised his eyebrow in interest as Sebastian began saying words in another
language, his harsh tone indicating that they were hardly very nice words. And
then Sebastian did what Jim was always a sucker for. The boy practically /
bowed/, kneeling in front of him and looking down in submission. Jim
immediately softened, dropping the knife to the carpet because it wouldn't do
to have a bloodied knife in his pocket. He sighed. "I want you to respect me,"
he said finally and simply.
He looked over at the knife when it fell and then up at Jim as he spoke, more
interested in the change of tone than anything else. "Ok." He said slowly. He
shifted so he was more sitting at his feet than kneeling. “I thought I already
did. Mostly. How do ya want me to show that?" While he knew he wasn't on equal
footing in the situation, he was trying to hold his own and not shove it in
Jim's face.
Jim was looking down at Sebastian with a bit of a glare, and then his face
softened slightly before becoming blank. "Perhaps a thank you every now and
again, Sebastian," he said a little shortly, taking a few steps back from the
boy and turning. "Get cleaned up," he said; face furrowing as he realized he
was a little lost in this situation. The boy had angered him a lot, but seeing
him like that had made Jim feel something he hadn't felt in quite some time
that could only be described with one word: guilt. As he walked out, he sent
his doctor on standby inside the room to check on Sebastian, having called one
to the house in case the boy hurt himself in the next activities. He figured
the boy would need a stitch or two for the fresh wound.
Sebastian wiped himself down as best he could with his shirt and pulled on his
pants and jeans. He left the room only to run into the doctor who ended up
leaving with a black eye. He continued on, plus a few stitches to get another
shirt and find Dr. Greene and Mickey. He'd rather cut himself off from feeling
anything other than annoyance at the fact that he still had to kill and burn
Mickey. And he would be damned if he was going to be a Nancy about it at this
point.
Jim was waiting in the room with Dr. Green and Mickey, and when Sebastian
finally showed up, he stared at him for a minute then looked back at the
process that was near-completion. "What's the plan?" he asked evenly, as though
nothing had happened. He was still in his perfectly clean suit, and the
drilling had stopped to be replaced with last-minute filing.
Flopping down to a nearby seat. "Depends. It easier to burn then transport or
transport then burn?" He asked not really looking at Jim. He pulled out his
mobile and note book. "I could get help if you'd rather I do it myself but." He
shrugged. "It's not like I’ve done this before, so I'm not exactly sure what to
do." He was talking about more than just a body switch.
Jim regarded him coolly, and then a small smile tugged at the corner of his
lips. "For evidence purposes, burning the body before we get to the hotel room
should ensure that the parts you want destroyed get destroyed." He crossed his
arms. "I think the best method of disposal would be to take him back to the
motel room, unhook the fire alarms in the room, and cover the bed in gasoline.
That should get it nice and lit before anyone even knows there was a fire. Then
all that's left to identify you by is your teeth." He waited to see if
Sebastian would argue or have anything else to add.
"Would leaving some of my junk in the room help with the credibility?" He said
waiting until Dr. Greene had the file out of Mickey's mouth and kicking him in
the shin again. He was not looking at Jim as he spoke but he was being a whole
hell of a lot more polite about it.
Jim narrowed his eyes in curiosity at Jim for a moment, and then bypassed
saying anything about his new-found politeness. It was rather nice for the
moment, and did wonders to cool his temper. "Yes. Leave all of your old clothes
that you have with you there. Your new ones should be in your closet, but take
the change of clothes with you. Don't want to get them dirty yet." He stood.
"Can you carry him down to the basement?" He was actually being kind with his
question, knowing that Sebastian was slightly injured and currently sporting a
few stitches in his chest.
Sebastian looked up at Jim finally. "I can manage." When Dr. Greene was done
putting on the final touches to Mickey's teeth he simply kicked the chair over
and dragged him down the steps, bumping his head as much as he could manage. It
cause less strain on the stitches and let him relish the fact that Mickey
wasn't going to wake up again. Leaving Mickey he ran up and opened his closet
and blinked. Fucking hell. He'd have to shake who ever went and got his cloths’
hand. Grabbing a black band shirt and trousers and a new pair of combat boots
he shoved them into a bag that was obviously there for his use and hurried back
down to the body to move him to where ever he needed to be next.
Jim followed a little slower. When Sebastian was done with packing his clothes,
he nodded at the room right off of the firing range. "Follow me," he said, and
walked into the room. In the center was a bolted down chair and cuffs, and
various chains hung from the ceiling. "Welcome to the torture room. Four
hundred square feet of soundproof, fire-retardant fun times to be had in here
for you, Sebby dear," he said with a smile once Sebastian was with him. He
watched to see his reaction to the news.
Sebastian quickly dragged Mickey into the room and dropped him, surprised.
Whistling softly he kicked the chair which didn't move an inch and winced at
his stupidity for a moment. Not looking at Jim he went back and hauled Mickey
up into the chair. "Where do you start with all of this, Boss?" He asked. "Lay
it out for me and I’ll do it." The implied thanks, was abundantly clear even if
he didn't actually say it yet.
Jim walked over to a large grate and opened it, showing a fireplace. He wasn't
usually this hands on, but there was a bit excitement in his movements. He felt
responsible for this boy suddenly, not only as an employer but also...well, he
wasn't sure how to describe it. "Body goes in. There's gasoline in that cabinet
over there and matches above the sink," he said, nodding to the dank-looking
faucet in the corner. "If the fire gets out of control, close the grate and it
will suffocate it." He looked at Sebastian to see if he had any questions.
Eye's a bit wide with excitement he hurried to haul the body over to the fire
place. He made a point of punching Mickey a few more times before he went and
grabbed the petrol and dumped a fair amount of it over Mickey's limp form. The
boy choked a bit on the fumes but Sebastian paid him no mind as he grabbed the
matches. He slid the grate down a little bit to keep it within reach he
crouched down and lit a match throwing it in. Grinning he turned to Jim briefly
and back to the body now twitching and engulfed in flames. He could definitely
get used to this.
As the boy worked, Jim watched curiously, seeing how efficiently and eagerly he
was getting the job done. Once the body went up in flames and the smoke
funneled into a chimney that led to a filter to keep the smell from getting out
and attracting attention, Jim walked over, shoving Sebastian against the wall
as he kissed him vehemently. He didn't know why...perhaps it was the sadistic
manner in which he had just gone through the motions of burning the body.
Perhaps the whole idea of what they were doing. Or perhaps it was the promise
of what was to come now that Sebastian had been broken in. He wasn't sure, but
he did make a pretty good inclination that he was very turned on by it.
Eyes more than a bit wide with surprise he let himself be pinned to the wall.
The kiss was a welcome surprise as he dared to slide his hands inside Jim's
suit jacket to rest on his hips. His eyes darted about Jim's face as he tried
to figure out what had motivated this. Even if he was damn sure he liked it and
wasn't trying to get him to stop. He even went so far as to slouch a bit, feet
sliding on the floor between Jim's legs taking an inch or two off his height.
Even as a teenager, Sebastian had a bit of size on Jim. The criminal wasn't
small, but he wasn't large either, and he knew once Sebastian got to his full
size he would almost dwarf him. It would be beneficial to encourage submission
before that. He was pretty sure he was doing a damn good job of that anyway,
feeling the other boy melt under him. He pushed their hips together, wondering
if the boy had as much stamina as he would need for this kind of job yet. Jim
hadn't given himself release, so he was already feeling the arousal and began
tongue-fucking Sebastian's mouth as he breathed heavily. The fire cackled and
cast funny shadows from their features, and his fully dilated eyes smirked at
Sebastian as he kissed him in an almost challenging way.
A sharp inhale later at the press of their hips, he lifted his hand up slowly,
telegraphing his every move and shrugged Jim's suit jacket up over his
shoulders and to the floor. He responded to Jim's mouth trying to slide his own
tongue into Jim's mouth once in a while in a playful battle that he clearly
didn't expect to win. Or really even want to win. Jacket out of the way he
moved his hand to hover right above right above Jim's belt buckle, clearly
asking for permission.
Jim stopped the kiss as soon as his jacket hit the floor, pulling back just
enough to say, "You had better fold that before you make me angry." He bit at
Sebastian's lip, but did nothing else until the jacket was folded and off the
damn floor. As soon as the boy returned, however, he smirked. "Now..." He
grabbed his hand and pulled it to his belt buckle again, cooing, "Where were
you?" He leaned forward and hooked his tongue into Sebastian's mouth behind his
teeth, pulling him forward into a kiss, obviously granting the permission the
boy had so graciously asked for.
He hurried to slide to the floor and grab the jacket folding it he quickly
tossed it over the corner of the chair with the chains. He paused just long
enough to shake his head at it amused. Stupid suits. But he willingly slid in
between Jim and the wall only to be grabbed and kissed again. Mauled more like.
Greedily he worked the belt open blindly, with alacrity that only came from
being used to working blind on a project involving his hands. Belt open he made
a game out of it almost self-assured, before he bite at Jim's lower lip and
waited, hand above the button to his trousers.
Jim felt the pause and glared at Sebastian, lower lip in the other's teeth. He
stayed perfectly still, wondering what Sebastian's next move would be, if he
had one at all. The boy had stopped moving a while ago, and the fire was dying
down, leaving them in even less light than before. "What's your next move,
sweetheart?" he asked, nipping and grabbing Sebastian's upper lip in his own
teeth and biting down rather hard.
Definitely breathing harder than before, he swallowed as he worked hard not to
say something stupid. He bite back harder, catching the same spot as he flicked
open Jim's trousers and pushed them out of the way. He spared the grate a
moment of thought as he shifted closed, to put out the fire and not leave
himself a pile of ash and bone to transport. Then he went back to work towards
his goal. He shifted so he was kneeling, properly kneeling at Jim's feet and
tugged at his trousers, this time pulling them further down to reveal his
pants. Glancing up at Jim through the flop of hair that obscured his vision he
brought his hand's to the waist band of his pants and curled his fingers
underneath them.
Jim was impressed at the boy's sense of intuition, closing the grate just as
Mickey was done being charred. Minute amount of blood to worry about and yet
the body will remain mostly intact. The thought of the boy's natural talent
caused more stirring, which, as it were, was about to get taken care of it
seemed. He had hardly expected the boy to suddenly catch on so quickly to
pleasuring someone, especially Jim, but he needed to stop underestimating him
and remember that Sebastian seemed to have an uncanny ability to see past what
most people did. He noticed things that may not seem important to some and
didn't overcomplicate them. So as he met his sniper's gaze with a smirk, eyes
sparkling almost proudly, he licked his lips.
Sebastian chewed at his lip as he pulled Jim's pants out of the way, catching
himself and correcting quickly as he had to pull out away from Jim slightly to
get it over his cock. That taken care of he swallowed, eyes dilating at the
sight in front of him. A sight he was expected to do something about. Shaking
his head he muttered something in welsh again and leaned forward to lick a
strip up Jim's cock in an explorative motion.
Jim cocked his head to the side, curious about this other language that
Sebastian seemed to be almost fluent in, but couldn't really remain focused on
that too much as the erection that had been begging for attention almost all
fucking day was finally touched, a long wet trail made from the base all the
way up to the tip, and he hummed, closing his eyes. He knew Sebastian was new
to this, and somehow the boy's actions in his room had put him in a good mood.
He'd let the boy explore and experiment and figure out for himself what to do
mostly. He would just have to be slightly more vocal than normal to encourage
him.
Steeling himself to not back out of what he was doing he leaned in and took as
much of Jim's cock into his mouth without chocking, a considerable way
surprising even him. Keeping an ear open he tried different things, waiting for
that hum off approval until he'd found a few things that set off the noise and
went about causing it in succession. At some point he'd braced himself hand on
Jim's thigh and the other stroking, exploring what pale skin was showing. He
knew that running his hand over his own skin felt good when he was wanking
himself off. He wondered if that translated to this.
Jim gasped as Sebastian took him into his mouth almost completely. "Fuck,
Sebby," he breathed, smiling. Definitely a fast learner. As usual, the contact
between the hands and the skin sent sparks into him, and a trail of goosebumps
were left in their wake. He couldn't remember the last time someone's mere
touches caused such a reaction, and it intrigued him. Why were Sebastian's
touches any different? He knew he was physically attracted to the boy, and he
was more or less amused by his personality. Either way, he made sure Sebastian
knew he was doing a good job.
It was clear he was smirking around Jim's length, going so far as to chuckle
slightly. His exploration of Jim sparked a sense of curiosity about how he
compared to himself, so he shifted to fondle his balls lightly. His shift of
his weight had him freezing up with a groan around Jim. He had no idea how he'd
managed to get so aroused without realizing it. Swallowing roughly he breathed
heavily for a moment trying to not fuck this up and get too greedy.
Jim glanced down, wondering what had caused such a groan and couldn't see but
actually deduce that Sebastian was pretty aroused himself. As his balls were
fondled and his cock swallowed around, Jim moaned lightly, bringing a hand to
play in Sebastian's hair. He really liked the boy's blonde locks, and brushed
through them with detached playfulness. "Attaboy, Sebby," he muttered
encouragingly, completely forgetting Sebastian's hate for the nickname as it
came much more naturally than his full name.
Being a bit more than a tad preoccupied with things he huffed a clearly annoyed
breath, but did nothing else about it. He shifted his weight again to open his
own jeans and stick a hand inside, as he kept up working for the small sounds
that showed that Jim liked things. He didn't do more than wrap a hand around
himself but he groaned again around Jim and speed up his efforts.
Jim watched him curiously, having always thought it rude to touch oneself while
sucking someone off. He wondered if he should impart this wisdom to the boy.
"Good things come to those who wait, Sebby darling," he said simply, not going
on further with the subject. If Sebastian wanted to touch himself after that,
then Jim would allow it. But he'd be missing out on after the party. He bit his
lower lip, bringing his shoulders up and grinning at Sebastian's ministrations.
"Mmmmm...You're such a natural," he mused, panting a little. Fingers gripped
into his hair but allowed his head to move normally.
He let his teeth scrape just a little bit at the Sebby but pulled his hand back
out and wound it around to Jim's arse, kneading it lightly. Glancing up at Jim
when he spoke, he practically preened at the comment and hummed his
appreciation out around him. If he was going to get that sort of response he
wasn't willing to argue with it. Just learn from what he was doing to do it
better the next go around.
Jim's breath hitched and his hips rolled forward slightly as Sebastian moaned
around him. "/Fuck,/" he breathed, pulling Sebastian's head forward as he
shoved himself deeper into Sebastian's wet mouth. He moaned a little as his
cock went a little deeper than normal, Sebastian's hand massaging his ass as he
rolled his hips again. He kept a close ear out for any extreme protests, not
wanting to scare away Sebastian for his first time.
Sebastian choked pushing Jim back far enough that he could breath, but didn't
protest once he could breathe again. And running on a curious instinct he set
about figuring out how to deep throat Jim without killing himself. Not more
than a few minutes later he figured it out and set to taking his whole length
into his mouth enveloping it in a wet, tight heat. He was loving the fact that
he'd gotten Jim to swear twice. He was hoping to see him undone from it all.
Jim allowed Sebastian to pull back, though it was surprising that he didn't
pull all the way off. The resolve in this boy....and less than two minutes
later he was deep-throating Jim, taking his entire length into his mouth. Jim's
hips jerked involuntarily, and the criminal reached forward to balance himself
on the wall behind Sebastian. So slick and warm and /tight/ in his throat. Jim
was growing painfully hard, quickly approaching the precipice but trying to
hold back at the same time. He knew the longer the torture the greater the
reward, and as he was already somewhat of a masochist, he was fine with
that....but Sebastian was so talented. His hips rolled forward to drive him
further, and he began to moan incomprehensible words that sounded close to
Sebastian's name and more curse words.
Sebastian actually growled his pleasure around Jim as he felt the change. Felt
him start to lose control and got the direct results of it shoved farther into
the back of his throat. He went back to kneading at his arse, letting his nails
occasionally scratch down it in an effort to get even more of a reaction from
Jim. It was rather telling the fact that Jim had stopped enunciating his words
and simply moaning them together.
Jim's body shuddered at the nails, and his thrusting became slightly erratic.
Breath heavy and hand fisting painfully into Sebastian's hair, he snarled as he
felt himself at the precipice. A few more thrusts, and he shouted Sebastian's
name before it devolved into a strained moan as he came, throat-fucking his cum
into Sebastian's mouth as he rode the orgasm out, body bending forward and
supported mostly by his arm on the wall. "Fuck," he breathed out once more,
mouth open and eyes shut as he caught his breath. He ran his fingers through
Sebastian's hair before tugging it to pull him up for a sloppy and lazy kiss.
Forcing himself to stay still he just sat there and took it, eyes wide and
watching Jim loose control. Even the hand wrenching at his hair didn't get him
to close his eyes or look away. Choking slightly when Jim pulled out he didn't
get much chance to breathe when he was pulled up to his feet for a kiss. It was
a fairly incredible feeling, having done that and saw what he could reduce such
a man too. He'd heard the man swear more in the last five minutes than he had
the entire time he'd know Jim. It was a heady notion that he tried to tamp down
and keep under control, but the smirk gave him away even as he kissed Jim
happily enough.
Jim kissed him for a minute, tasting himself in Sebastian's mouth and rather
liking it. Not that he wanted to taste himself, but knowing that he had emptied
himself into Sebastian's mouth and was now tasting proof...that was what he
liked. As he kissed, he felt the other man smirk against him, and raising one
of his eyebrows questioningly, he pulled Sebastian's head back. "What's so
funny?" he asked, though not angrily, still trying to catch his breath from
before.
His smirk grew regardless of the pain pricking his scalp, and the slight wince
gracing is features. "You actually swear. I wasn't sure you could for a bit
there." He was utterly unrepentant about that fact. He simply flipped Jim's tie
the right way around, barely holding back laughter.
Jim matched Sebastian's smirk, deciding he could be light-spirited for a few
minutes at least. "Well, this is hardly a professional atmosphere," he said,
not unaware that his pants were still at his knees. Then he raised an eyebrow
and said, "And you're just about good enough make me." That was weird. Why had
he just given Sebastian a compliment like that? After a moment he pushed the
boy away with a hand into the wall without hurting him and began to redress
himself, walking over to the chair and grabbing his jacket.
Smirking Sebastian simply slid to the floor watching Jim and groaned as the
movement had his shifting in all sorts of interesting ways. "Just about? How'd
I go about making that an every time?" He had his hand on his thigh digging in
painfully trying not to move and spoil Jim's good mood. It made sense to keep
him happy and all limbs attached properly.
Jim looked over at Sebastian wordlessly, smirking at his words. His smile grew
as he saw the grown bulge in Sebastian's pants, then straightened his jacket
and began walking to the door. "Grab Mickey. We've got things we need to do.
Wrap him in that tarp leaning on the cabinet." He really wanted to just fucking
get all of this done with, and they were so close. Then they could relax and do
whatever the hell they wanted. Until then, business was the main thing on Jim's
mind.
This time when he groaned it wasn't out of enjoyment it was out of sheer
irritation. "Mickey can dos i chwara dy Nain." He muttered almost under his
breath. He continued muttering darkly in Welsh as he dug at the cut between his
thumb and finger to distract himself as he got up and fastened his jeans again.
Sucking at his cut he opened the grate and wrinkled his nose at the charred
smell. But he efficiently rolled Mickey onto the tarp and rolled him up in it.
Tucking the end's in as he did so, so that no bits would fall out and he mostly
looked like he was carrying a roll of carpet as he hoisted the body to his
shoulder and started shuffling his way towards the stairs. "A bit of help here
would go a long way to do things faster." He didn't wait for an answer figuring
that if he got help great, if not oh well.
(Dos i chwara dy Nain - Go finger your granny)
Jim paused as he heard the Welsh again, hands in pockets as he frowned. He had
no idea what Sebastian was saying, but he liked how expressive it all was.
After a few minutes Sebastian had wrapped Mickey up and was carrying him
through the basement to the stairs. "Sorry, Sebastian, dear. I don't get my
hands dirty. Shall I call a chiropractor for our return?" he asked
sarcastically, prancing up the steps in front of Sebastian and out to the car,
knowing that if Sebastian was really struggling that his other employees were
ready at hand if he seemed unable to do it. He did get the driver to go ahead
and pop the boot for him. Two containers of gasoline were prepped and ready to
go as well.
He sighed and kept working his way up the stairs. At least he'd used his whole
name this time. He did how ever say in a rather breathy voice, "Go...fuck
yourself..." As he made it to the top of the stairs. Breathing heavily he
dumped the body in the boot and scowled when he realized that he'd forgotten
his bag down stairs. But turning he saw that the bag had materialized at his
feet and someone had gone back inside shutting the door. Right. Well someone
thought he was worth some attention. Taking his bag he clambered into the car
and shut the door. "A chiropractor a fancy massage person or something?" He
asked not exactly sure.
Jim smiled at Sebastian's breathy insult, still smiling when the boy got into
the car and asked the question. It had never crossed Jim's mind that he
wouldn't know what a chiropractor was. "It's a back doctor...usually for old
people with weak backs or pregnant ladies," he continued, further explaining
his joke from earlier but not really focusing on that anymore. As they began
the short-ish trek to the motel, Jim looked at Sebastian in curiosity. "What is
that language you keep speaking?" he asked a simple expression on his face.
"I am not old or pregnant." He protested. Loudly. Before pausing, half ready to
keep running his mouth. "Ti'n llawn cachu?" He asked. Then getting no reaction
he busted out laughing. Something he could do that Jim couldn't. "It's Welsh. I
pick up whatever I’m around somehow." He shrugged and grinned, insulting Jim in
Russian for a change of pace, "Balvan." He wasn't really being insulting
directly at Jim, mostly just showing off for the hell of it.
(Ti'n llawn cachu - You're full of shit.
Balvan - Thick headed fool)
Jim smiled that his insult had gotten through, but immediately went back to
listening carefully. He had no idea what Sebastian had said in Welsh. Just
listening to his laugh hinted that he was enjoying his own inside joke. And he
believed the boy that he could pick up a language just by being around it. The
kid had talent....unfortunately for him, Jim knew Russian, and though his face
remained curious, a hand shot out and hit Sebastian in the throat hard as quick
as lightning. "If you ever say something like that to me again, I'll make you
dig your own grave with your fingernails and bury you alive in it." He voice
hinted at no anger but still sang with an air of warning. Then, just as if
nothing had happened, he grinned. "You'll have to teach me Welsh some time. I
can't wait to find out what 'Ti'n Ilawn cachu' means," he said, having repeated
Sebastian's exact words. The kid was not the only one with a talent for
language.
He spluttered and jerked away from Jim holding his throat coughing. "F-fuck's
sake Boss." He rubbed at his throat, knowing he'd have a spectacular bruise
soon enough. Voice still distinctly ragged he said, "Ti'n llawn cachu, just
means you're full of shit. The Russian was a bleeding joke." He shifted so he
was just outside of Jim's arm span as he continued. "Balvan wasn't even that
bad for Christ’s sake." He said watching Jim carefully.
Jim smirked as Sebastian rubbed his throat and tried to explain himself.
"Hilarious. You should try another one," he said with gusto, combatting
Sebastian attempt to excuse himself by referring to his Russian insult as a
joke. Seeing Sebastian shift away from him didn't bother him in the slightest,
still smiling as he looked out the window, glad that Sebastian had come clean
and probably learned a very valuable lesson to not be stupid enough to insult
Jim in another language to his face...even if this particular instance had been
a joke. He eyed Sebastian with interest, though, after a moment. "So where'd
you learn it? Welsh, I mean..."
"Zatknis." He said in Russian again crossing his arms. Not an insult but clear
he was toeing the line in the sand, barely. He had to clear his throat a bit to
get the next bit out. "Pissed my Da off something fierce when I could mimic all
the help as a kid. The stable boy was Welsh and I'd run amuck around there when
I got away from the governess." He said evenly, no hint of bitterness or loss.
Just an admission of a past lost long ago. "They died and that all went away,
poof. Something about the fact that Da had signed a will stating that it all
went to charity before I was born and then didn't bother writing up a new one."
(Zatknis - Shut up)
Jim grinned at Sebastian's pout, an expression that faded as Jim realized
Sebastian was delving into his more private life. He didn't want to discourage
his sniper from telling his boss about his past, so he sat back and listened
patiently. When he was finished, Jim regarded Sebastian with a look of
understanding. Not amusement and certainly not pity. "And look at you now," he
said. "Two top of the line suits, working for the most powerful man in London.
I'm sure he'd be proud." There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice in the last
sentence, but he understood Sebastian's plight. After all, he had killed his
own father.
"Oh fuck off. Don’t know why I told ya any way. Never tell anyone that." He
muttered. He was well and truly annoyed that he had. He glanced at Jim, as if
hoping he might have an answer for him. But scowled at himself turning to look
out the door and mutter to himself in Welsh. Welsh seemed to be the language he
chastised himself in.
Jim folded his arms. "I expect you to be honest with me, Sebastian. And I
respect that fact that you just were. Don't worry; things like that never go
unrewarded." He went to looking out the window himself, smiling at the fact
that his new employee had shared that kind of information without too much
prodding. It meant the boy was beginning to trust him. And if a hand job got /
that/ kind of trust, he could only imagine what fruit tonight would bear. The
car pulled down the alley at the back of the hotel, stopping by the stairway
door. "Any particular plan of action, dear?" he asked, stepping out of the car.
It was obvious the rear stairwell did not open from the outside.
That shut Sebastian up fairly easily. Even though he was silent for the rest of
the ride. Hopping out the car he held up the key. And simply jumped up to hook
the fire escape and pull down the ladder. He hurried inside and was soon
opening the door. Since Jim was close to the door he simply said, "Hold." And
abandoned the door for the boot of the car. He paused before he opened it
however. "You know if we got CCTV on us?" It'd be stupid to just haul a body on
camera.
Jim watched Sebastian climb up the fire escape, the show up through the door.
"A please would be advised," he warned, but held it nonetheless. "Another thing
you should have checked before assuming transporting the body like this would
be safe....But no, we are safe from this point on as long as you don't make too
much noise." He waited until Sebastian hauled the 'rug' inside and instructed
his driver to follow with the tanks of gasoline. "You don't know what a
chiropractor is, but you know was a CCTV is..." he commented as they went.
"They explained that when I got caught the first time." He said as he hauled
Mickey up the back stairs. "Please." He made a face. "Catch the door will ya?"
Laying the body out on the bed he took the petrol from the driver and set about
pouring it and getting ready to light it on fire. But he changed quickly in the
bathroom washing as much of the grime off as he could manage. Coming back out
he said, "No use for a chiropractor. Found a good use in knowing about the
CCTV. They made a big enough fuss over it when the Olympics came to town. Great
fun to break and enter then in the outlying districts."
Jim opened the door for him, wanting to remind him that he didn't get his hands
dirty but too damn ready for this to be over for him to really complain too
much. He stood idly by, hands in his pockets and just observing his sniper. The
boy was confident in what he did, and though it may not have been exactly
perfect, there was something to be said for acting like you knew what the hell
was going on. "Well, you'll learn about more as you go. I'm actually impressed,
Sebastian. You seem to realize that information is only as valuable as its
implementation." He waited for him to change and get ready to set the room
alight. "Did you disable the fire alarms, sweetheart?"
He rolled his eyes at the sweetheart but hauled a chair over to pull the fire
alarm from its socket in the wall. Ripped it out more like. And went and
trotted down the hall a ways to the fuse box he'd seen earlier. He frowned at
it for a moment and started counting doors down the hall and then fuses in the
box. And pulled two of them. Checking their room the lights were out and no
power seemed to be going to that room at all. "Well I figure the smoke and
smell is going to cause a ruckus quick enough. I'll meet you down at the car.
Less chance of catching notice with just me. Right?" He flicked a match
lighting it and holding it over the fuel soaked body.
Jim was already out in the hallway, watching Sebastian work. "It's the fumes in
the gas that are flammable more so than the gas itself. Be careful," he said,
then walked down the stairs and go in the already cranked car, the driver
waiting patiently for the last of his passengers to exit the building. Jim
would never admit it, but he was a actually a little nervous for his new
sniper. Fire had taken numerous of his past employees, and Sebastian was just a
boy. He silently waited, using every bit of self-control not to watch the door
to the stairs, glancing blankly out the front of the car.
Sebastian jumped as he did set off the fumes a fair bit sooner than he'd
expected, and managed to light his sleeve on fire. Swearing up a storm in a few
various languages he put himself out and much more carefully light matches and
set the whole place a light focusing on the body. He hurried out and down the
fire escape. Not bothering with the last latter he hopped lightly to the boot
of the car and then the ground. The fire escape got him outside faster than
using the inside stairs. He opened the car door and got inside. Still swearing
under his breath he peeled the burnt material from his arm and scowled at his
rather crispy forearm. Not bad enough for a Doctor to look at it, but certainly
painful enough to give it some attention.
Jim heard the feet hit the car, not too roughly but still more so than he would
have liked. Still, his anger was somewhat dampened by relief as Sebastian
entered the car, and they calmly pulled out of the alley. Jim looked at
Sebastian when he heard swearing and saw the injury, noting that it really
wasn't all that bad. Must have been painful though. "I thought I told you to be
careful," he said evenly, no anger in his tone though on the inside he was
fuming.
He tore a strip off his shirt and wrapped it around the burn. "And I'm learning
on the fly Boss. Never burnt a body before." He said evenly. Not realizing
anything was wrong. He settled back into the seat and propped his feet up on
the seat across from him, quite comfortable, in spite of the burn.
Jim didn't care. He knew a simple mistake could mean life and death in the
field, and he rather didn't like the fact that Sebastian was so nonchalant
about it. He closed his eyes and took a steadying breath, trying to ignore the
fact that he wouldn't have gotten this emotionally worked up if it had been any
of his other employees....Unless perhaps Johnson was the one getting hurt. But
that man was far too talented. He looked down as he felt the feet on his seat,
and his face got dark. "Feet /off/ the upholstery, Sebastian," he growled, his
inner confusion leaking through as a bad temper.
Sighing he dropped one foot to the floor and the other crossed over his knee as
he slouched more. "What's the deal Boss? He'd dead. So am I in a sense. It's
done. I thought you'd be happy?" He asked trying to get a read on why Jim had
his nickers in a twist.
Jim slowly looked at Sebastian, eyes hiding every bit of emotion he was feeling
as he responded with the most neutral thing he could think of. "You're no good
to me if you lose an arm, Sebastian. Your job is based on your ability to
perform physical duties and if you can't do that, then you lose said job." He
looked away. Of course that wasn't the reason, but that was the only one that
he was willing to say.
He blinked. That almost sounded like Jim cared about him. "Wait. You're pissed
at me because I caught my sleeve on fire, when you gave me a cut bad enough for
stitches? Because that makes sense." He said sitting up enough to look at Jim
curiously.
Jim was avoiding eye contact, feeling a little cornered. He never felt
cornered. "Your mistake was from carelessness. I do not tolerate carelessness."
For a split second, his voice had lost the cool confidence that had always been
present. He crossed his arms in front of himself subconsciously.
Sebastian didn't know what to make of it. At all. Running his hand through his
hair he sat back and watched Jim carefully. And then poked with a verbal stick.
"That wasn't carelessness. It was inexperience." He said evenly. "So what's
your problem?"
"Nothing," Jim answered quickly and shortly. He was feeling pressured even
more, and he didn't like it. In reality, the reason it was okay to stab
Sebastian was that he had full control over the situation and how much he hurt
the kid. Issues like this Jim had little to no control over, and he didn't like
that fact. "Drop it."
"Whatever." He said equally annoyed and dug out his pocket knife. Flipping it
blade open, and catching it because he was bored now. He had no idea what Jim's
problems were but he knew right then he didn't care enough to push. Maybe he'd
go raid the kitchen and terrify the cook or something.
Jim remained silent for the remainder of the ride, occasionally glancing over
to watch Sebastian play with the knife but in the most part remaining to
himself. When they arrived at the house, Jim got out of the car wordlessly and
walked inside, heading straight for his room. He needed a nap or something.
Sebastian could do whatever the hell else he liked. He didn't particularly
care, at least not now that they were safe and he couldn't get hurt again.
Sebastian followed Jim inside far enough to bully the cook into making him
something fried. He sort of blinked at the eager response he got. Jim
apparently wasn't kidding when he said he hated the smell of it. Fried fish and
chips later he wandered through the house aimlessly, opening the odd door and
generally making a pest of himself. When he found a med kit in the bathroom he
stopped long enough to put a salve on it and wrap it up nicely in a bandage.
Picking his plate back up he kept poking about until he opened a door that held
Jim, asleep in a bed. Snorting he sat down in a nearby chair and tucked his
feet up to finish his plate. Wondering why he seemed to gravitate towards the
man rather than away from him.
Jim was tired, but he certainly wasn't in the mood to sleep. He had changed
from his suit to a pair of silky pajamas, folding his clothes nicely and
setting them on his dresser. His room was immaculately clean, and his bed,
king-sized, felt a little empty. Not sleeping, he was faced away from the door
when he heard it open a few minutes later and the intruder sit in the chair. He
smiled a little to himself, although the smell of fried food made his stomach
twist in disgust. After a few minutes, he said, "What did I tell you about
eating outside of the kitchen?" His tone was not angry, if anything a little
sad, but he made no move to turn over and tell him to leave. For some reason,
he was kind of fond of the fact that the boy couldn't seem to eat unless they
were in the same room together.
He looked down at his plate and took another huge bite before setting the plate
down and sliding it out the door and shutting it. "Not to. Was hoping you'd be
asleep at least till I was done." He shrugged wiping his hand absently on his
jeans. "That and the cook wasn't any fun to scare." He stretched standing up
and kicking off his boots, before just climbing onto the bed above the covers,
very much not touching Jim at all.
Jim smirked as he heard the door open, but surprisingly the only thing that
left was the plate, and he felt the weight on the bed shift as the boy climbed
on. "I wasn't sleeping," he said simply, body a little more tense than it
normally was. After a few moments of not saying anything else, he turned over
slightly to blink at Sebastian. He glanced down at his dressed arm for a
moment. "That cook has seen more combat than you have, I assure you." He
continued to stare at him blankly, careful to keep his expression neutral.
He rolled onto his back, with a pleased hum. "You're mattress is better." He
said in way of an explanation. But listened well enough as Jim kept talking. "I
guess I'll just have to see to it that I see some combat then. Can't be out
classed by a cook." He said a bit absently. He toed off his socks sending them
to fall to the floor, simply making himself comfortable.
Jim, in any other state of mind, would have been a little indignant at how
comfortable Sebastian was making himself. As it were, he smirked. "That's
because it's a £5,000 mattress. It had better be comfortable." He was lying on
his back as well. After a few moments, he decided he would ask his question
again. He didn't know what spurred him, or what strategic advantage the answer
would give him, but he asked nonetheless. "Who do you belong to, Sebastian?"
He elbowed the mattress curiously at that comment, but shrugged and stole a
second pillow. Tucking it under his arm keeping it a bit elevated above his
heart so it wouldn't throb. He froze not a moment later after the second
question and abruptly rolled away from Jim a ways, even if it was onto his
sore, burnt arm. "You fucking well know that answer."
Jim smirked at the response, but gave Sebastian a few moments before he turned
and raised himself up onto his elbow. "Sebastian...." he said pointedly,
indicating that he very much wanted a fucking direct response. He waited
patiently, not really sure why he wanted to hear Sebastian say it without his
sarcastic tone or deflection.
"What?" He grumbled. "Do you really need me to spell it out for you?" He said
glancing over his shoulder. "Fine. Yours Sir. Now shove off would ya." He said
more than a little annoyed.
Jim narrowed his eyes, and then rolled in such a way that he ended up on top of
Sebastian, straddling his chest. It was a very little known fact that Jim was
flexible as hell, and the movement was lithe and sure. "Why do you always do
that?" he asked curiously, looking down at Sebastian. "Why does belonging to me
make you so sour?"
He'd have jumped clear off the bed if he'd been able to move. "What the fuck is
with you today?" He asked eyeing Jim. He crossed his arms over his chest, above
Jim's knees. And rolled his eyes. "Emotional. Now shove off. Because I don't do
that."
"You don't do /what/?" he asked, not moving. He was starting to get a little
pissed off that Sebastian acted like he could order him around like that. "You
don't know me, Sebastian. You met me less than twenty-four hours ago. This is
me, fucker." His eyes suddenly grew dark and dangerous, and his voice had a low
warning tone.
His eyes went rather wide when Jim swore at him. Finally understanding he was
in trouble again. "I ... fucking hell. What do you want from me?" He asked
sounding as young and naive as he really was. "I don't do emotions. Just gets
me in trouble. Like right now." He grumbled. "I said I was yours already."
Jim's eyes, dark and soulless, softened slightly. Emotions. Jim thought he was
done with them. He /had/ been done with them, a long time ago. And he was
pissed that he had just allowed himself to give in to anger and, believe it or
not, jealousy. He was used to people bowing to his whims, and the fact that
Sebastian hadn't just laid down to take it was probably why he was so
infatuated with the boy...and also what drove him to anger. With a last minute
shove at Sebastian's chest into the mattress, Jim rolled off of him and lay
stoic, facing away from the boy.
"Oh for fucks sake." He said sitting up eyeing Jim cautiously. "Yours. Yours.
Yours. Yours. Yours. Yours. Yours. You happy?" He shifted so he was cross-
legged sitting up with his arms crossed as well. He had no idea what the hell
was going on and he wasn't leaving until it made sense.
Jim remained turned away, pretending to not care one way or another what he
said. In reality, he felt a little cheated. Like Sebastian was only saying what
he said to keep Jim from hurting him. "Hardly," he muttered, answering
Sebastian's question half-heartedly. He was slowly drawing into himself,
wondering if perhaps having Sebastian around was a bad idea...if only because
it had been a very long time since he was so lost at what to do. He wasn't
answering Sebastian not because he was angry, but for the first time since he
had been alone, he was a little afraid.
Sebastian sighed and shifted off the bed, to shuck his jeans and simply climb
in under the covers with Jim. Still not touching him. He turned his back to
Jim's back and shut his eyes, intending to sleep. It was easier than going back
to his room and the bed was better. He stretched and winced at the pain in his
arm. Tucking it carefully back under the pillow he closed his eyes again and
focused on slowing his heart rate and forcing himself to sleep.
For a moment, Jim thought that Sebastian was getting up to leave, and in his
mind, he though, good riddance. That would definitely make it easier on the two
of them. But to his surprise, relief, and dread, he felt the covers lift and
the boy get in. He resisted the urge to turn over and push him out, not really
keen on sharing his private space at the moment, but instead he remained
absolutely still, waiting until he heard the boy drift off to sleep. He lay
there for a while before he was finally able to calm himself enough to do the
same, and surprisingly, as he drifted off, he found that the corners of his
lips were turned slightly up.
***** Morning wood then work *****
Chapter Notes
     Violent sex. You have been warned.
Several hours later Sebastian stretched, his whole body, and groaned. "Owe..."
And then realized he was wrapped around Jim like he was a teddy bear. This was
either going to be just fine and normal and everything would be just peachy. Or
this was going to end with him on the floor bleeding. What the hell was wrong
with him?
Jim regained consciousness immediately at the sound of the voice, though he
kept his eyes closed as he realized something was off. Waiting for a moment for
his mind to regain awareness of his body, he felt another form wrapped around
him, and several nanoseconds later, he knew exactly whose it was. He could tell
from the breathing that he was awake as well, but he kept his steady and even,
feigning sleep. Momentarily ignoring everything that happened earlier, he
couldn't help but see the opportunity for a little fun. Groaning as though he
was dreaming, he squirmed his hips backwards into Sebastian, being sure to aim
for that oh-so-sensitive area as he pressed the rest of himself back as well.
His breathing went a bit ragged as he tried not to squirm as his morning wood
made its presence known. He tried to untangle himself from around Jim but only
caught himself in the blankets even worse than he was tangled around Jim. "Well
shit." He said, in an annoyed tone and just let his forehead drop to Jim's
shoulder. One way or another he'd find out what was going to happen when he
woke up.
Jim had to hold himself back from chuckling at Sebastian's issue, especially
the fact that he was hard from sleep and this couldn't have been a worse
scenario for the boy. He was probably scared shitless of what Jim would do, and
that made the criminal almost swell in pride that he could have that kind of
presence on such a confident young man. And oh how delicious it was that he was
practically trapped there from the covers. As he continued to adjust slightly,
the criminal decided to make a noise not unlike a needy whimper mixed with a
moan, legs adjusting smoothly to tangle themselves around Sebastian's in a very
natural manner. He could win an award for his acting.
This was not helping. Not at all. He started cursing himself out in Welsh
again. He bit his lip as Jim shifted right against him, again. "Fuck." He
whined. Then he had to sound like he was in a god damned porno. What the hell.
"Shit, fuck, damnit." He managed in English as he just laid there. Finally he
just poked Jim on the shoulder.
Jim listened, finding himself a little turned on again at the fucking Welsh.
Finally, at the poke, he twisted fast as a snake and grabbed the finger in his
mouth, hard enough to keep it there but not necessarily to hurt. He smirked and
his eyes, smiling, watched Sebastian as he rubbed himself against him again.
He jerked backwards, slipping into Welsh in sheer surprise. Swallowing his
tongue he spluttered, "Boss?" As he tried to get his finger back. Biting his
lip hard, breathing heavy and not just from surprise, but from a sudden stab of
nervous wanton need. He closed his eyes against a moan that he tried to stifle
at the press.
Seeing Sebastian so lost for some reason got Jim off. Instead of letting the
boy have his finger, he sucked it into his mouth, keeping his teeth just so, so
that any attempt to get it back would result in a painful bite. He hummed
questioningly at Sebastian as his squirming became a constant grinding against
the boy's hips. He hollowed his cheeks as he sucked, wondering if Sebastian
would cower away or take the fucking hint.
He swallowed and moved. Taking the hint and rutting against Jim in a smooth'ish
counter point. He'd never had a bed partner to do this with before. He even
went as far to press a second finger into Jim's mouth loving the wet heat and
wishing it was his cock he was sucking on. Maybe he should just ask for what he
was already practically begging for.
Jim's eyes brightened as Sebastian put a second finger into his mouth, and he
sucked at them happily, hips moving back to meet each thrust against him. He
was currently not speaking, tongue swirling around and between the fingers as
he sucked. He wondered what it would do to Sebastian to make certain noises,
and he experimented by suddenly making a loud, raw moan, keeping his eyes
directed at Sebastian's face.
"Fuck." He said almost reverently as he shivered with his whole body. He buried
his face into the crook of Jim's neck as he gave in and moaned his name. Trying
to get more friction, desperate really at this point he gasped something in
Welsh and then tried again in English. "Fucking hell. More. Please?" He was
losing the battle of holding off quickly.
The reaction was much more than he had expected, and it made his own eyes
flutter slightly. Now that he pretty much had Sebastian exactly where he wanted
him, Jim finally reached forward and pulled Sebastian's fingers out of his
mouth, a string of spittle stretching from them to his lips messily as he said,
"Alright, Sebby, I'll give you one of two options: I suck you off-" He licked
the extra spit off of Sebastian's fingers. "-Or you get to fuck me." It was not
necessarily a trap. But fucking Jim was a high honor and required quite a bit
of work, both on his part and the lucky bastard's. "If you think you can keep
up, that is," he added teasingly, knowing full well an inexperienced pup like
Sebastian could hardly do that. He'd take it slightly easy for the first time,
making sure he had the reins the whole time so the kid didn't get too
overwhelmed.
He had absolutely no idea what to say to that. He swallowed trying not to rock
into Jim needily. He shifted uncomfortably. "Is there a w-rong answer to that?"
He asked as he tried to wrap his head around it all. "Cuz' I want both. Christ
I want both."
Jim raised an eyebrow at Sebastian's answer. In a way, he commended Sebastian's
audacity to ask for both. But at the same time, the boy didn't seem to
understand just how lucky he was to have even literally slept in Jim's bed.
"Aww....that's too bad. Greedy boys get nothing," He shrugged out of
Sebastian's hold and began to get out of bed, wondering if Sebastian would try
to grab him like he had the first time or if he'd take a more humble approach.
Regardless, Jim wasn't going to be so generous out this now.
"God damnit." He practically snarled and flung the covers off of himself and
the bed entirely. In a right fit he dropped to his knees in front of Jim on the
floor, hand resting lightly on Jim's knee. "How ‘m I not to be greedy?"
Jim's eyes sparkled in excitement as the boy jumped to the floor in front of
him. Jim wasn't usually one for begging, but when it came to Sebastian and how
unwilling it probably was, it was more than acceptable in his mind. To reduce
him to such a submissive state was beautiful. "I don't know that I'm
particularly in the mood," he teased after a moment, walking around the boy as
if he was just going to leave him there on the floor in the middle of his room.
He stood up quickly, protesting, "But Jim..." And pulled himself back to kick
the bed frame instead of reaching out and grabbing Jim at the last moment.
Hopping a bit he cursed the bed in Welsh as he now had an aching foot, arm and
a fucking hard on to deal with.
Jim stopped, turning in amusement at Sebastian's kick. "Don't hurt the bed,
Sebastian. It's not its fault you can't be grateful for what you're offered."
But he stopped his retreat, instead folding his arms. He had been proud of the
restraint of his sniper, and it turned out he did learn. Perhaps he could give
him another chance. "You have five seconds to decide what you want, and don't
pull that greedy shit," he cooed and began to countdown quickly.
He didn't hesitate as he blurted out. "I want to fuck you." He went rather pink
at the ears as he realized he'd practically shouted it. He swallowed and
hastily added, "Please?" He didn't know what he was getting himself into, and
he knew Jim knew that. So he figured one way or another Jim would tell him how
to get it all sorted.
Jim hadn't even made it to four before the words were shouted, his sniper
always reliably adding that snippet of respect to the end of something so
disrespectful. "I'm flattered, Sebby," he said, hands held behind his back in
amusement. He was honestly not surprised that the boy had chosen the option he
did, and he began circling the boy, eyes boring into him, until he reached the
bed where he sat, legs spread slightly. "Well...if you want to fuck me, you
should start by undressing me," he hinted, leaning back onto his elbows.
He fidgeted for a moment trying to not appear over eager, even though he failed
miserably as he quickly stepped forward. Biting his lip nervously he knelt down
between Jim's legs and started working the buttons open on his pajama shirt. He
pushed it over Jim's shoulders and carefully lifted one arm and then the other
sliding it off his body completely. Eyeing the rest of Jim's clothes he mostly
neatly folded it and tossed it to the chair he'd been sitting on earlier.
Before he simply moved on to pull at the soft material covering what he was
dying to see.
Jim was proud as hell of Sebastian, who had removed his shirt and already
folded it. Fast fucking learner. He had never quite met anyone like this
before, and it meant a lot, both business /and/ pleasure-wise. He lifted his
hips off the bed so Sebastian could pull the pants off, smirking as he scooted
back to lay on the soft duvet, arms spreading out to feel the silky fabric on
his bare skin as he moved gracefully against the mattress. God, too bad he'd
have to get everything cleaned after this. He should have made Sebastian take
him to his room.
Making a passible attempt at folding the pants he tossed them to the chair as
well and practically tore the remainder of his shirt off and let it crumple to
the floor. His pants followed soon after. As he crawled onto the bed he went a
little slack jawed as he really got to look at Jim. All fluid lines and lightly
muscled and fucking sex on wheels as far as he was concerned. He was
practically broadcasting those thoughts as he crawled up over Jim, leaning in
to kiss him. He paused just long enough to huff a breath. "I'm allowed to touch
again right?"
Jim's eyes were closed and a content grin on his face as he writhed gently on
the bed, feeling Sebastian join him not too long after him. He finally opened
his eyes and shot Sebastian a seductive look as he licked at lips mere inches
from his. "Honey, you can do what you want as far as I'm concerned," he said in
a light chirp almost, always enjoying this part of the festivities. But just
because he gave Sebastian the go ahead didn't mean shit about him making it
easy for him. He waited for the boy to make the first move. It was chess, and
Jim was eager to teach him how to play.
His expression tightened briefly as he wanted to scowl at the name, but just
barely held himself back. So he just kissed Jim eagerly instead trying to show
that he wanted this and that he wasn't going to fuck it up this time. Taking a
shot in the dark he kissed a line of little nips to Jim's chin and to his ear,
going for teasing but not entirely sure he was managing it. Leaving his ear he
went back to just kissing him, letting himself worry Jim's lip with a bite.
Jim kissed back, matching the eagerness but not yet taking control, allowing
Sebastian to explore his options. As he moved from his chin to his ear, Jim
began his humming again, turning his head to give him more access before the
lips were back on his. He was surprised that Sebastian hadn't tried to just
take him like a wild animal. It seemed that the more he got to know this son of
a bitch, he seemed to impress him. His own teeth nipped out at Sebastian before
he turned his head and kissed him again, this time a little more deeply than
before.
He nearly bite his own tongue in surprise as he had momentarily let the fact
slid that he was not exactly in control here, as he was bitten himself. When he
had to come up for air after Jim took control of the kiss for a long while, he
shifted dragging their chest together as he slid down Jim's body to knee
between his legs rather than over them. Biting his lip he looked up at Jim
curious to have him quite so relaxed. Mentally shrugging he bite lightly at his
hip before moving to something he did understand for the most part and licked a
strip up Jim's cock, keeping an eye open for the reaction.
Jim glanced down at Sebastian as he moved down, feeling as though he was
floating on air, and the boy hadn't done anything. It was almost as if he was
currently high on some unknown drug. But Sebastian was making him so happy. As
the boy bit at his hip, he let his head fall back to the mattress, and when the
tongue lapped at his cock, he inhaled sharply, grinning widely as he did so. It
interested him that after giving Sebastian the power for the most part to do
what he pleased, he chose to pleasure Jim first and foremost.
How....intriguing.
Rather than talk with his mouth full in an awkward way, he sucked at him
lightly before pulling back to ask. "A cliff note's version would be great
about now." He was more than a bit pink but he practically soldiered on as he
went back to coaxing another sharp inhale, maybe a whimper or his name like
last time. Keep Jim happy then fuck him.
Jim grunted his acknowledgement, for the moment just going to enjoy what
Sebastian had already proved he was so good at doing. At one point, he moaned,
then breathed Sebastian's name shakily, his grin now a satisfied smirk at his
sniper. Grabbing the boy's hair, he pulled him off his cock and up his body
again to kiss him. He lifted his legs, wrapping them around Sebastian's waist
and rolling them, rubbing his cock against Sebastian's as his hands moved to
Sebastian's back to scratch a little into the skin. He assumed Sebastian would
hold himself up with his own strong arms as he practically hung from his body
off the mattress, still kissing him and rolling his hips.
He inhaled sharply as he was pulled, true to Jim's guess he held himself up as
he was practically used like a monkey bar on the playground. As he was
assaulted from two sides he almost let his elbow collapse on him but he caught
it just before Jim hit the bed again. He rolled his shoulders relishing the
sharp bite of his nails at a counter point from the highly distracting press
against his cock. He kissed Jim urgently trying to distract himself so he
wouldn't just blow his load right then and there.
Hot damn. The boy could definitely hold his own it seemed, and he was very
impressed that he hadn't just collapsed on the bed at Jim's attempts to make
him do so, only a weak elbow responding for the time being. Noticing how the
boy reacted to the nails, he dug them in harder, leaving bright red trails in
their wake as they scratched against his upper back, kissing Sebastian with
tooth, tongue and lip. He released the hold on Sebastian's torso, letting his
shoulders fall to the bed as he moaned, arching his back as he continued to rub
their erections together. His arms raised playfully above his head. "Sebby,
dear....You're with the big boys now. Do me a favor and play a little rougher."
Sebastian's arm went out from under him at the sudden release of Jim's weight
and the nails at his back. He groaned and fisted the sheets under them for a
moment. Before he simply grabbed at Jim's hands and held them tightly above
Jim's head as he grumbled, "You can't go five minutes without calling me that."
He bite roughly at Jim's collar bone, leaving a dark mark rising quickly to the
surface as he managed to press down on Jim's hip so he was flat to the mattress
again and not hanging off of him. It took him a moment to compose himself long
enough to not just rut against Jim again as he fumbled at where he guessed some
lube or lotion would be.
Jim tested the hold on his hands, finding them held pretty securely, and smiled
evilly. Now the playing was starting. A husky moan ripped from his throat at
the sudden bite to his collar bone, and his back arched against Sebastian's
weight now pushing him into the mattress. He smirked, and as soon as
Sebastian's hands were off his wrists, he brought a hand up and smacked
Sebastian, using the split-second of surprise to dig his heels into his lower
back to hold on and dug his shoulder into Sebastian's chest and rolled them
over, roughly pinning the boy onto his back, hands on his chest as nails dug
into the skin, a questioning smirk directed at him.
Sebastian wasn't exactly sure what happened but he knew his cheek hurt, and he
was suddenly looking up at Jim rather than down at him. When suddenly pain
flared at his chest causing him to groan openly as the sensation fizzled out
into a shudder of molten heat sliding down his spine to his groin adding to the
lust he already felt. A trickle of blood trailed lightly down his side from one
of the fresh claw marks on his chest as he shot his hand up to Jim's hair
roughly tugging him down to bite at his lip, much harder than before. He could
play give and take all day long if he could manage not to cum too soon.
Jim gasped as his hair was gripped roughly and he was pulled down for abuse to
his mouth. This time, the moan was desperate as he was extremely turned on by
the fact that Sebastian picked up on the violence and the fact that Jim wanted
him to take as much as give at this point. He rocked his hips into Sebastian's
waist, a little disappointed that their cocks weren't flush with each other.
"That can't be all you've got, Sebby," he commented, though he tasted blood in
his mouth. He pulled back a little and slapped Sebastian again, this time
giving him a chance to fully register it.
The slap brought him up sharp. Eye's narrowing as he really took in the
situation he found himself in his hand shot out to grip at Jim's neck tightly,
just barely not cutting off his air supply. "You...." He cut himself off from
actually calling him a wanker but barely as he bodily pulled Jim down lower as
he used his other hand to grab at one of Jim's wrists. "You will bloody well
figure out what you want before you tempt me out of my mind, Boss. This is ..."
He bite off the end of the sentence as saying too much would have him sounding
childish.
Jim's eyes widened with shock as the hand grabbed his neck, squeezing almost
hard enough to cut off air supply but not quite. He struggled to take a breath,
but his cock twitched noticeably as he was pulled forward and hissed at, one
hand kept at bay. He smirked, and then croaked out, "I want you to take what
you want while you can." His other hand shot out and twisted Sebastian's nipple
painfully, wondering if that would get him released or just make Sebastian
angrier.
What resulted was something in between. As he twitched hard enough to slide
under Jim a bit convulsively, riding the pain as it morphed into sheer
pleasure. The hand at Jim's throat, clenched briefly before relaxing to a
slightly weaker grip, but didn't let go. He dropped Jim's other hand in favor
of trying to dig in the drawer again, even at the bad angle. Finding what he
was looking for, a small bottle of what he even recognized was lube, he shoved
the bottle between Jim's teeth as he let go to push Jim backwards hand on his
chest. What he lacked in flexibility he made up for in sheer brute strength.
Jim was not disappointed, though at first he was afraid Sebastian would hardly
react to the pain other than just squirming. No, what he did was far closer to
what Jim wanted. As his other hand was released, he grabbed the other nipple,
pinching and twisting, though not hard enough to override the pleasurable
sensation of it all. And when Sebastian's hand returned and shoved the bottle
between Jim's teeth, the man froze for a moment, slightly confused, before he
was forcibly and roughly pushed onto his back. He yelped as he hit the
mattress, then looked up at the stronger man with fuck-me eyes as he held the
lube in his teeth firmly, foot coming up to Sebastian's chest to hold him back.
As he tried to follow Jim down to the mattress he was stopped by a foot.
Scowling at it. He leaned back and grabbed it to bite at the sensitive pad of
it before shoving it aside. Roughly he grabbed the lube and traded it with his
fingers shoved into Jim's mouth. Guessing he shoved Jim's leg over his shoulder
as he knelt taking Jim's cock in hand to prevent any protests.
Jim grunted as the teeth nipped at the sole, scowling at Sebastian for biting
his foot but not really doing anything due to the fact that fingers were now in
his mouth. He sucked instinctively on them, but his jaw fell in a gasp as a
hand closed around his cock. He adjusted on the bed underneath him, wanting to
pull out of the grip but far too sensitive to pull hard enough to matter.
Instead, he knocked the side of his leg into Sebastian's head, not too hard but
not anything to ignore as his hips squirmed to try to free themselves from
Sebastian's hold but really not able to do anything to free himself.
Shaking his head roughly he bite at the calf next to his face, hard. Even as he
pulled his fingers from Jim's mouth. He managed to dump some lube on to his
fingers as he held Jim down half expecting him to pull another crazy ass
bendable gumbi crap and end up on his back. So he just carried on. And eyes
riveted, he worked a finger inside Jim without preamble or warning. He only had
the barest idea of how this was supposed to go from a porno he'd knicked from a
house a few weeks ago.
Jim yelped at the bite to his leg, a sound that devolved into an aroused growl.
Pain got him off, especially when it was Sebastian being as dominant as he was
doing so well with. And as Jim tried to use his leg to twist Sebastian down and
around to have Jim sitting on his chest, he found it was too difficult to get
the correct amount of mobility. He realized that other man was holding him down
with a strength that Jim just couldn't match. He huffed and was about to say
something when the finger penetrated him. His eyes flew open wide as he cried
out, then squeezed shut, body squirming with new vigor as pain and pleasure
wracked his body. His hands flew up to grab the sheets above his shoulders and
his mouth stayed open in a perfect 'O'.
That was way more than just a little bit interesting. It was downright fucking
unbelievable. He shifted back a bit to get a better angle with his hand as he
rocked the finger in and out slowly, watching waiting for a que to have him
begging for more. Jim squirming had him getting an idea however, he pulled out
and worked a second finger inside him and scissored them trying to find that
whatever that had the guys in the pornos looking like someone had just blown
their minds with pleasure.
Jim's face was flushed red as the one finger pumped in and out of him,
breathing quick and shallow as he tried to regain control of himself but fuck!
It felt so good. He muttered small curses at first, but it wasn't until the
second finger entered him and began to scissor that he began to speak a little
more urgently, occasionally allowing Sebastian's nickname slip from his mouth
along with a slew of curse words. One particular motion, however, had a finger
unexpectedly brush up against his prostate, and his hips bucked involuntarily
as he choked out a scream of pleasure, toes curling and head falling back,
pushing desperately into the bed. "Sebby," he gasped, trying to catch his
breath.
"Fuck. This." He snarled and pulled his hand away from Jim roughly, sliding his
slick hand once, twice along his cock he lined himself up and forced himself
inside Jim. The tight heat had him almost doubling over in a surprised groan
that mingled in Welsh and Jim's name on barely half a breaths full of air. He
didn't know what he was doing so he simply did what felt good to him and rocked
his hips and swore at his trembling thigh muscles. He shifted so his was as
flush as he could get to Jim, leg up over his shoulder as he grabbed Jim's cock
and started wanking him, even as he figured out a rhythm to utterly fuck him in
to the mattress.
Jim gasped as the fingers left him, but moments later he screamed again, the
cock entering him forcefully and completely. "FUCK!" Sweat covered his naked
body from the teasing and now the pain mixed with just the right about of
pleasure. Sebastian looked so fucking sexy leaned over as he tried to stay
afloat, buried for the first time into something that no amount of masturbation
could even compare to. Jim found it hard to stay too focused, because once
Sebastian had a nice rhythm going, all that was coming from Jim was a string of
curse words and semi-blurred vision. His other leg came up and over Sebastian's
other shoulder, using his flexibility to allow himself to be bent as far as
Sebastian wanted to go.
There were no conscious thoughts going through his head at that point. Only
feral grunts of pleasure and effort escaped him as he worked his hips. He was a
right sight; just as sweaty as Jim and panting hard enough he could have been
the one that had been choked. He scrabbled for Jim's hand and brought it back
to his chest right over his still sore nipple. In a clear demand he clenched
Jim's fingers forcing them to curl slightly into his skin. He was so close he
could taste it. But that might have been the blood from earlier. He wasn't
sure.
Jim was matching Sebastian's thrusts with the rock of his own hips; though he
remained a right bit more in control than Sebastian, having experienced all of
this on many occasions. But being fucked by a virgin is almost as sweet as
being a virgin oneself, because you get to watch them lose themselves in the
moment for the first time, to see them unravel like a coil held too tight for
too long. And Sebastian sure as hell wasn't disappointing. As he humped Jim and
indicated without words what he wanted, Jim obliged, scratched at the flesh
before twisting the nipples again. He could tell his sniper was so very close,
and so he grabbed a fistful of the boy's hair and jerked sharply, pulling him
down for a sloppy, arrhythmic kiss and once he was sure Sebastian was ready, he
growled, "Cum for me."
His breathing hitched to the point where he could have choked on air if he
wasn't careful as his chest was assaulted in such a lovely manner, tugging
almost at the stiches he had lower on his chest. His brain absolutely short
circuited as he was pulled down, the pain at his scalp translating into
something he couldn't even describe in any language that he knew at that point
in his life. His eyes jerked open as Jim growled body so attuned to Jim's at
that moment that he couldn't and certainly didn't want to disobey. In a moment
of sheer need he came biting down on Jim's neck, hard enough to leave a welt.
Jim felt the bite on his neck and moaned, coming at the sudden intensity of
Sebastian's own orgasm, though his was a little more controlled. His own cum
shot between them, even getting on Jim's own chin from the way he was curled
over. Breathing heavily, he lowered his legs from the boy's shoulders and
smirked at his, tapping his face with his hand. "Good boy," he said with a
smirk, seeing just how draining Sebastian's first time had been. He didn't move
otherwise, allowing the boy to catch his breath and come down from whatever
cloud he was currently floating on.
It was a damn long time before the lights came back on behind Sebastian's eyes.
He hadn't even twitched when his face had been tapped. He sort of just pulled
out and crumpled at Jim's side burying his face under Jim's arm. He felt like
he'd run the entire length of the tube system and got wrung through the wash a
few time. Only now being hung out to dry. He chuckled after a while, "You tell
me we aren't ever doing that again and I will be forced to do something
reckless to convince you otherwise."
Jim relaxed next to him, arms going limp except to brush through Sebastian's
hair absent-mindedly. At the comment, he chuckled. Already thinking about the
next time. Jesus, this kid really needed to be brought down a few levels and
taught to just enjoy the moment. Still, he smirked and responded, "You keep
fucking me like that and I'll hardly need convincing." He closed his eyes and
allowed his breathing to even out before he looked down at Sebastian curiously.
"Where'd you learn all that?"
"All what?" He asked leaning into the petting. "You pissed me off until I
didn't really think I just did what felt good." He said shrugging and sitting
up cautiously. Wincing openly as his various cuts and marks, and burn throbbed.
Jim smirked at that answer. Again, Sebastian was a pretty good natural,
especially if what he said was true. "Well, I guess I should piss you off
more....shouldn't be too difficult," he teased, and then frowned as the boy sat
up. He usually wasn't one for cuddling, but that had been quite the fuck and he
just wanted to lay there and relax. "What's wrong?" he asked, noticing most of
the boy's cuts were damp from sweat but wondering if that was why he seemed to
be retreating.
Sebastian just sort of sat there trying not to feel vulnerable. After a while
he just curled up again next to Jim. "Nothing." He mumbled trying to answer
respectfully but yet very much not wanting to deal with it. He shifted so he
wasn't lying on his arm but still pressed against Jim.
Jim breathed evenly for a while, contemplating whether or not to press the
issue. He usually didn't worry about what issues he did and didn't press,
especially not when considering he didn't really ever have to answer to anyone.
His hand went back to play with Sebastian's hair as he thought. After a few
minutes, he asked again. "What is it, Sebastian?"
"Nothing. It’s fine. I'm fine." He said slowly. He hated feeling that he was
weak and not good enough. He didn't get why he felt that way. But it was the
fact that Jim had badgered him into not thinking that had really gotten to him.
He didn't like that he could get under his skin.
Jim pulled back at Sebastian's poor attempt at convincing him that nothing was
wrong. He needed to get used to the fact that, as Jim's employee, vulnerability
was kind of in the job description. "Sebby, dear. You're a terrible liar." He
continued to stare at him expectantly, having little to no sympathy for his
desire to keep his feelings or thoughts hidden.
"And you’re a fucking twat about it." He spat out as viciously as he could
manage. The end result was a bit like a wet spitting kitten. He pulled away
from Jim as far as the edge of the bed. Not willing to leave just yet but also
not looking at Jim at all.
Jim rubbed his face and sighed, wondering if it was really worth the effort.
Eventually, it angered him to the point of not giving a shit, and he threw the
covers off of him and walked naked over to his closet. "You can go back to your
room now," he said coldly as he decided he might as well get dressed and go get
some work done. They had slept for about 3 hours, making it around 8 pm or so.
It had been a long day, but not having slept the night before had very little
to do with it. Jim often didn't sleep, nor did he eat when he didn't have to.
He knew the cook would have fixed him something anyway, using his old-granny-
knows-all attitude to try to force him into eating. He got dressed, not looking
at Sebastian as he prepared to go down and face the kitchen.
"That's why I said I was fine. It didn't fuck matter. I knew that." He
protested. But he went to his room. Long enough to change and have actually
gone there. Then went and sought Jim out. Sitting down he didn't do anything he
just sat there quietly. He decided he could out wait Jim.
Jim limped down to the kitchen, having not really been fucked like that in a
very long time, and behold found a plate of chicken with fresh lemon and pepper
marinade, greens, and rice. He rolled his eyes as he pulled it out of the oven
where it had been stored to keep warm and setting it with disgust on the
counter as he went and grabbed silverware. Sebastian appeared a few minutes
later, not a complete surprise, as the boy was beginning to follow him around
like a lost puppy. After a few minutes of ignoring him and stabbing at his
chicken, he commented, "I didn't know you were that strong." Referring to the
moment in bed where Sebastian had practically held Jim up on his own.
Oh so now he was talking to him? "Apparently lean muscle is deceptive when
everyone things that body building is the only way to be strong." There he
answered the question. And was fucking polite about it. He went back to just
sitting not looking at him.
Jim smirked as he swallowed another bland mouthful. This kid was more up and
down emotionally than a woman on her period. But then again, he couldn't really
talk, now could he? Shoving his half-eaten food away, he stood and wiped his
face with a napkin, tossing it onto the plate. "Tomorrow you'll come in to work
with me. You'll behave as a well-raised boy, and will not speak unless spoken
to. Johnson has agreed to come in this evening and train you on proper business
etiquette. You will listen to him and you will consider his word as law.
Understand?"
"Got it Boss." He could do that. Well, maybe. He leaned on the table and
absently stole a bite from Jim’s plate. He cringed and swallowed hastily
getting himself a glass of milk. Sitting down again. "What exactly do you mean
as well raised?" He asked as soon as he got that nasty taste out of his mouth.
"For one, you curse like someone brought up in the slums, slouch like you're at
least seventy years old, and have no manners whatsoever." He smirked at
Sebastian and folded his arms. "I can go on if you need me to. The list is
rather long." It wasn't meant to be as insulting as it came out, but Jim was a
businessman and had to learn every aspect of being professional and cultured on
his own. And he was damn good at it.
"In short you want me to act like I don't care about anything. Like a robot?"
That wasn't any fun. He sighed but didn't say anything else in favor of just
trying to think how he could keep himself entertained and not a problem. After
a while he gave up and just asked. "What was the big deal with me nit telling
you everything on my mind? I thought you didn't like that. "
"While at the office, yes. Your job, should you live long enough to get to that
point, will be to stand there and look pretty." He smirked. "And by pretty, I
mean scary as hell. You'll essentially be a bodyguard, and while business is
occurring, you /are/, for all intents and purposes, a robot." He waited for a
few minute in silence for the question, changing his mood immediately back for
a split second before he realized that Sebastian was more or less offering a
truce. "What I /don't/ like, Sebastian, is that you still feel the need to
protect yourself from me," he said, a little shortly but not unkindly...yet.
"You belong to me, so do your thoughts, your actions, and your words. I am
responsible for everything that you do now, and I will make damn sure that
nothing happens to you. In return, you still feel like I'm not worthy of all
the effort I am putting into you. Bad dog," he finished, tsking, attempting to
lighten the mood and distract Sebastian from what his little speech had
actually meant.
The pretty meaning, scary as hell caught his attention. To the point that it
was actually finally understanding what Jim’s deal was over it all in the first
place. When Jim got to the second answer he pricked up defensively right up
until Jim swore. Basically saying that he had a home here. That he mattered. He
almost relaxed enough to say something reasonably nice, and he was called a
dog. He flicked a grain of rice to stick to Jim's nose. "Can't you stop with
the names? If I have to?"
Jim froze when the rice stuck to his nose, and he glared over it at Sebastian
for a moment before he finally reached over and grabbed a napkin from the
table. Teenagers. Never knew when to just behave. But he had a feeling that
this was more the fact that he was Sebastian than a teenager, and for some
reason, that made it okay. "You'll have to do a lot of things that I don't have
to do, Sebby. So I'd suggest you get used to it. Unless you have a nickname you
/want/ me to call you....but I can make no promises."
He worked really hard not have a shit eating grin on his face, barely managing
to restrain it to a smirk. The expression turned thoughtful as Jim decided to
actually bend a bit on the issue. "I have a problem with you making me sound
like a kid or a pet. I'm young but that can't be helped. And won't last
forever. You seem like a guy that could get stuck on a name and stick to it
forever. Like Sebby." He finished scowling.
Jim smirked and jumped up to sit on the counter. "I'm rather fond of that
nickname, /thank/ you very much." He crossed his arms. "So much so that you're
stuck with it. You'll grow fond of it sooner or later." He cocked his head
thoughtfully for a moment, thoughts going elsewhere before his own shit-eating
grin plastered itself on his face. "What about Kitten? You rather act like a
fierce little bugger....all it takes is a little scruff to the neck and you
behave again." His eyes sparkled wildly with amusement.
He gave up all pretense of posture as he slid down in his seat in a sever
slouch. "No. God no." He rubbed at his eyes and flicked another piece of rice
at him. Aiming to land on his nose again showing his aim was way more than
knives and guns. "Think bigger and more deadly and I’ll deal with it."
Jim sighed as the rice stuck to his nose again, but he couldn't help a small
smile at the boy's impeccable aim and depth perception. He wiped it off and
flicked it back at him, but it shot to the right and stuck to the wall. Huffing
his annoyance, he returned his attention to Sebastian. "Bigger? You're just a
wee thing....maybe when you earn your claws, I'll think about it."
" 'Til then just Sebby when you must?" He bartered, smirking when the rice hit
the wall not him. "I think I could explain your aim being off. You don't keep
track of your weight versus what you’re throwing." He was running off of raw
experience not physics. "Like the difference in throwing a football compared to
a baseball." He said struggling to explain it.
Jim said nothing more about it, reaching behind him and grabbing a knife. "I
bet I could make this hit its target," he said smoothly, eyes dark and soulless
as he held the large cleaver at his shoulder as though he was going to throw
it, and even went so far as to make a very convincing motion, then smiled a
genuine playful grin, eyes lighting immediately back up as he chuckled. "I'll
leave the knife and rice throwing to you, Kitten."
He shifted back immediately as Jim picked up the knife. Eyeing Jim he shifted
nervously but didn't back away further. When he dropped his act Sebastian
shuddered slightly. "Don't take up acting its creepy." But he only sighed when
he was called kitten and flicked two pieces of rice to land on either cheek.
"If it’s got to be a cat make it a man eater."
"Goddammit! Stop that!" Jim complained, wiping the rice off his face and
throwing the napkin, this time actually hitting his target, though quite
harmlessly. "A man eater?" he mused, chuckling a little. "You certainly have
big aspirations, /Tiger/, I'll give you that." He paused. That actually didn't
sound too bad. Certainly felt good off the tongue. He raised his eyebrow.
He just smirked and said, "Yes Boss." Holding back a chuckle. He perked up a
great deal at Tiger. "I can live with that one." He said trying to appear
unaffected. It was a momentous failure on Sebastian's part. But he sure liked
it better than kitten. It was almost as if Jim respected him enough to be
willing to call him something he could stand.
"Yeah, yeah....we'll see," he said, not missing how much Sebastian seemed to
like the nickname. As was Jim's M.O. for everything, the information was filed
away for ammo in the future. He checked his watch before saying, "Johnson will
be here soon. I suggest you go get changed into one of your new suits and go
wait in the library. I'll be up in my office." Why the hell did he feel the
need to tell Sebastian where he was going to be? He rolled his eyes slightly at
himself, and then jumped off the counter. "Be good," he said, tapping
Sebastian's cheek as he passed to go upstairs.
He scowled at the idea of the suit but went and got changed. He frowned down at
the tie and pulled it off starting over several times. Finally he gave up and
went to Jim's office dropping it on top of the keyboard that Jim was using.
"Some help here would be great." He paused before saying what was on his mind.
"Why was it a problem that I said I was fine? I get that you want in my head.
But I don't know why." It just showed that he was truly trying to figure out
how Jim worked so he could fit into his new life here.
Jim didn't glance up as the boy entered, though he did stop working when the
tie was dropped over his hands, and his eyes shot up to Sebastian's face as he
said, "I really do not like being interrupted while I am working, Sebastian,"
he said, this time indicating that the use of the boy's full name was not a
favor but a means to get his point across. "And do not enter my office unless
you announce yourself and I give you permission." He was suddenly very
agitated, mostly due to the fact that he really honestly did not enjoy being
bothered once he was in work mode. He stood and walked around the desk,
throwing the tie around Sebastian's neck then tying it expertly in a perfect
Windsor knot, before tightening it around his neck. He looked over Sebastian
then, and his face softened noticeably, though his resolve didn't budge. "Go
downstairs and wait," he said defectively. "And tuck the tie into the vest." He
sat and began working again.
"But you said the Library... Fuck it." He said as he tucked the tie in. "Yes
Boss." He could knock he supposed. But that still didn't answer his question.
He wasn't trying to be a pain. He just sure as hell didn't feel comfortable in
the suit. He left and went down stairs to wait.
Jim may have felt a little bad, if he hadn't been right in the middle of
deciphering some of the messages from the man he had on Mycroft Holmes. That
bastard was clever...Not as clever as Jim, but it meant that every bit of
information that came through would have to be double checked and then sent
straight to his office, where he would have to decipher and decode and all
sorts of tedious but rewarding tasks. The Holmes brothers made him sick....but
he certainly never got bored, and he smiled a dastardly smile as the computer
screen lit his face in a light blue.
Meanwhile, Johnson had arrived and went to the library to meet Sebastian. He
was dressed in his own very nice suit that he had bought with his own money, so
not quite as expensive as Jim's but just as professional looking. "Hey, kiddo,"
he said with a grin, then raised his eyebrow and whistled. "Wooh....Jim sure
went all out on you, huh?"
Sebastian just sort of kicked the chair absently, hand's in his pockets. "I
guess Sir. Not exactly my style." He grumbled, respectfully. Which was a rather
difficult thing to do. Then he actually looked up at Johnson and asked
curiously. "Did you start out wearing suits to?"
Johnson laughed. "Aw hell no. I started out looking a lot like you actually,
only quite a bit older. Jim's a driven individual, and when he started becoming
successful, I agreed to start dressing better to help him along. He's come so
far, I sometimes don't even see the young man I vowed to dedicate my life to so
many years ago." His face, having grown serious as he talked, suddenly lit with
another smile. "He got you into a suit fairly quickly." His eyes sparkled with
something, but he managed to suppress the overall meaning behind it.
Sebastian perked up at that a bit, brushing the slight scuff mark off his shoe
on the back of his trouser leg. "I can't always tell with him. Is fairly quick
a good thing or not?"
"More or less. It means you'll probably be good for him," he mused, then
clapped his hands together. "Alright. I hear you're substituting for me
tomorrow while I go get shit-faced and pay some cheap prostitutes to keep me
company, yeah?"
"You’re shitting me." He said not believing it for a moment. Not the fact that
he was going to get drunk and horny, but the fact that he was going to be
working. Alone. He straightened his spine, standing up a bit straighter. "No,
never mind. You wouldn't." He shook himself a bit. "So what's going on then."
Johnson chuckled. "Nope. Serious as fuck." He walked over and did a quick
circle around Sebastian. "Your suit says you know what you're doing, but you
look entirely too uncomfortable in it to be passable. Straighten your spine. In
your case, probably until you feel like you might be overdoing it a bit.
Shoulders back, chin up. You can either fold your hands behind your back or in
front of you. I prefer the former. Makes your audience assume that you are
confident enough in what you do to not have to worry about protecting your
chest, stomach or balls with them in the room." He stepped back. "Let's see it
then."
That made enough sense to him, so he followed Johnson's order. The end result
was Sebastian a good six inches taller than he was normally, in the slouch he
walked around with. Granted it was learned behavior to clearly not be the
height of the criminal in question. Standing straight he put his hands behind
his back but frowned. Glancing at Johnson he said, "This is comfortable to
you?"
Johnson grinned stepping forward to button Sebastian's jacket. "While you're
standing, your jacket stays buttoned. When you sit you unbutton it, and when
you stand, even for a second, you re-button it." He adjusted how the jacket sat
on the boy's shoulders, the backed away again. "You can try folding them in
front of you if you wish. Jim thinks it looks more submissive towards him when
his clients are in the room. But never, /never/ cross your arms. Only hold by
the wrist, like this." His hands were folded just beneath his stomach in front
of his crotch. "Also, feet shoulder-width apart. And none of that resting on
one knee shit. You are there on a job."
Quickly he evened his stance and just shut up about the hand's thing. Damn
being comfortable, if it meant that he was appearing submissive. His expression
probably showed that. But he schooled that fairly quickly. "What should I do if
someone expects you and gets me instead? I doubt that punching them in the nose
is the right answer as amusing as that would be."
Johnson raised his eyebrow at Sebastian. "What is it you think you'll be doing
tomorrow, kid?" He crossed his arms and leaned against the desk. "You're there
to look intimidating. Granted, you are a little young to do that, but if you do
what I say, everything will work out. Now, we're going to practice some
scenarios that I'm sure you wouldn't be too fond of running into while on the
job. Scenario no. 1: A man walks in. He's a very important man, obviously,
because Jim has actually agreed to meet with him in his office. He takes one
look at you, begins to laugh, and asks Jim if he's started running a daycare on
the side. What do you do?"
He rucked his hand through his hair, combing it backwards. Unconsciously
mirroring how Jim liked it to be combed. He answered in a bodily fashion rather
than words. He just raised his eyebrow and stood there glaring at Johnson.
"Wrong," Johnson responded, pushing off the desk. Instead, he made his own
pose, much more confident and sure-rooted than Sebastian would be able to do,
and stared at Sebastian blankly, obviously watching for threatening gestures
but otherwise completely passive. After a moment, he said, "You are not a
person in that room. You are a bodyguard. Your job is to make sure no one in
there touches Jim without the go-ahead from you. His taunting to you is like a
3-year-old sticking its tongue out at you. Not worth your time, and certainly
not worth your anger. Again." Johnson would wait until Sebastian was rooted
again before he would begin testing him.
Sebastian frowned at Johnson, but shifted himself to mimic Johnson. He turned
to glance at him one last time and shifted a bit waiting for either approval or
another correction. The way that Johnson explained things made it all so simple
to understand. Even the suit thing he finally really got. Maybe he could ask
instead of being quite so defensive.
Johnson watched and nodded his approval of Sebastian's posture. He stood in
front of him, and then stepped forward to invade his personal space a little
bit. "Look at the little boy with a prick the size of his thumb. If I didn't
know any better, I'd say you kept him around as a dick cozy and to lick your
shoes clean, Jim." His voice was even and even had a small amount of humor,
just as someone who would have said those things would have sounded.
As angry as he was the only reaction Johnson got, after he understood what was
going on was a slight twitch of his eye in an involuntary motion. Once it was
clear he wasn't reacting about the situation he punched Johnson in the arm. Not
hard but certainly sharp enough to get his point across that while he knew it
was practice he didn't like the implications.
Johnson noticed the eye twitch but was altogether impressed with Sebastian's
lack of reaction. However, as soon as the boy’s fist connected with his arm,
Johnson's knee drove painfully into Sebastian's groin, and he stepped back to
let the boy more than likely fall to the floor. "Two things. One, each action
is going to have a consequence. Don't think that just because I'm training you
for Jim that I will hold back. He means more to me than anyone in this world,
and I won't have a pup like you jeopardize his safety simply because you have
too much pride to take an insult. Two, you need to know when to pick your
battles, and with whom. If you were anyone else, I would have stabbed you,
Sebastian. Now, back to attention."
He curled up on himself, falling to the floor, lacking the air to even protest
or moan in pain. From the floor when he could breathe he resisted the urge to
just take another pissed off swing at him. But he wasn't quite that stupid. His
eyes did get a bit wide when he said that he would have stabbed him. Hiding a
wince of pain, he stood back at attention. Something that would quickly become
a version of parade rest for him. And asked, in a slightly higher pitch than
normal, "Why am I different?" It wasn't smug it wasn't rude either. Just a
question for clarification.
Johnson was patient enough as he waited for Sebastian to stand back up, and
once he was in his position, Johnson said, "Straighter. Remember; be proud of
your station. You're protecting Jim, and that had better mean a fuck lot to
you." After a few moments he decided to answer Sebastian. "Because you mean
something to Jim, and I trust his judgment enough. I don't know you, and I
certainly don't have anything against you, but until you prove yourself to me,
I will make sure that I can trust you with Jim." He folded his hands behind him
professionally. "Now....this position is mostly when clients or other business
men are in the room. Depending on your relationship with Jim, he more than
likely will let you do whatever you want during work hours as long as no one
else is around. But you are to appear this way, clothes straight, if anyone
else can see you." He pulled out his gun. "Do you have a firearm on you?"
He nodded slowly, taking all of it in, shifting even though it hurt like a
bitch after the knee to the groin, to correct his stance. He broke the stance
to really look at Johnson when he said that Jim cared. Huffing a slightly
disbelieving breath he went back to parade rest, listening. "No gun yet. But
what do you think my," He almost stumbled over the word. "Relationship with him
is?" He was curious what Johnson thought. Almost treating him like a favorite
uncle.
Johnson smirked at Sebastian's question, and then unloaded the gun, pulling
back the chamber to pop the bullet out, handing the now empty firearm to him.
"Relationship? Jim doesn't have 'relationships.' He has people he kills, and
people he doesn't kill. Somehow you made it onto the latter list." He shrugged
then backed away a little, eyeing Sebastian thoughtfully. "I think for you, a
hip holster would be better than a shoulder holster. You're strong, though not
necessarily flexible. For now, just use the back of your pants. We're going to
practice drawing."
Taking the gun he automatically broke it down into pieces, juggling then
dexterously as if he did it all the time. Before simply pitting it back
together and tucking it where Johnson asked him to. All the while with a blank
face, even though he wanted to smile at the new gun to mess with.
Johnson watched him appraisingly, and then said, "You can't keep her. That girl
right there is mine and has been for the last twenty years. She's older than
you are." After a moment, he said, "I know you think you have your shit
together, Sebastian, and after that little show off, I'd tend to agree with
you. But things are different in the field. You have to always be on your toes,
or you're /dead/." A gunshot went off to accentuate the last word and Johnson
had pulled a gun and fired almost faster than the brain would have been able to
register, the bullet burying itself in a very dank looking armchair that seemed
out of place in the room. He waited for Sebastian's reaction, knowing that
pulling a gun quickly in a restricting suit was a little more difficult than
most people expected.
"Your Baby. Got it Sir." He said respectfully amused. Grinning at the comment
he took a breath and went back to parade rest. He jumped almost imperceptibly
and he made an attempt at having the gun out in a draw that ordinarily would
have been easy. Scowling he doubled checked that Johnson wasn't going to shoot
him before he handed him the gun and took off his suit jacket. Looking at it he
tries to figure out how to make this work with his long gangly arms. Eyeing the
plate at the back he looked at Johnson. "What's the chances this can be
modified a bit for a wider gap?"
Johnson grinned as Sebastian began asking the right questions. "Jim was right.
You are one smart fucker." He looked at the jacket. "Probably needs to be a
professional job. At the moment, though, let's work under the assumption that
you are in the office tomorrow, jacket tight as ever, and you have to pull a
gun. That's your homework for tonight. It's tough, I know, but if a gun gets
pulled in that office, you had better have your gun on him quicker than he can
even blink." He held his hand out for the gun. "And now for everyday shit. I'm
sure Jim's already gotten onto you about little things that you probably had no
idea about?"
"So you’re leaving her with me for the night?" He asked as he shrugged back
into his jacket. Testing his arm span and reach in the jacket he tried miming
the quick draw and mostly got it, but he could tell it would catch still. Bring
himself back to attention he nodded. "It's a growing list." He said rather
annoyed.
Johnson grinned. "For tomorrow. Take care of her. She's never let me down and
she knows the difference in Jim and anyone trying to hurt him. She'll help you
out." He rolled his shoulders, noticing how straight Sebastian's posture was
getting each time he stood at attention. "You're getting better! Never really
seen a boy your age catch on so fast." He smiled at the boy's comment. "Yeah,
he can be a handful. You shouldn't have a problem....You know, I wouldn't say
this if I didn't think it meant something, but it's interesting how quickly Jim
has been taken with you."
He nodded at Johnson as he talked, but asked, "Bullets to load it /later/
with?" Right before he complimented him again. Chin going up slightly as he
resisted a grin as he went on. Dropping the pose he tilted his head, rather
exactly like a teenager, "How is that interesting?"
Johnson extended his hand full of the ammo for the handgun to Sebastian,
sighing. "He's not exactly the easiest person to connect with. For whatever
reason, he connected with you, and you didn't know him before, Sebastian. Today
in the office, I don't think I've ever seen him smile like that about anyone,
except me of course. It's just....interesting."
Tucking the bullets into his pocket he shrugged. He certainly didn't know what
to say about it. "I guess it was the right house to break into." He shifted to
even his stance again. "You were saying small stuff? The crap that's adding up
on me." He was trying to make sure he didn't miss anything and fuck it up
because he'd distracted Johnson. He'd done a fair job distracting Jim already
apparently.
Johnson nodded. "If he hasn't already told you, /no one/ is allowed in his
office here while he works. Don't even bother him unless the house is on fire."
He narrowed his eyes for a moment. "Has he let you in there?" His face looked a
little confused, but he continued. "He doesn't particularly like dirty
language, but he seems to make an exception for you, so I wouldn't worry about
/that/ too much..."
He looked down at his tie. "Found out that one when he wanted me to get dressed
and I couldn't get the damn thing tied right. He sort of fixed it and threw me
out. Come to think of it he didn't answer the other question I had for him to
boot." He looked back up at Johnson. "Do you even have a first name and do you
mind it all that much?"
Johnson smiled at Sebastian. "You are an inquisitive fella, aren't you? I do
have a first name, but no one knows it. Maybe one day you'll find out." He
leaned back on the desk again as he thought for a moment. "Don't ever be late.
Jim stabbed me one time during one of his moods because I was five minutes late
for work. Let's see...He likes to play mental games. Don't let them throw you
off too much. And don't question him when he gives you an order. That just
pisses him off. Lastly, and you need to understand this: Jim is a very secluded
man. You can care about him all you want, but there are going to be times where
he acts like you don't matter. That's to protect himself, and it would be in
your best interest to back off in those situations. I learned the hard way..."
"What would I have to do to find out? Does Jim?" He couldn't help the rapid
fire questions. He'd landed in a gold mine of answers here with Johnson. He
rubbed at his chest lightly. "Already got stabbed so...Wait the hard way?" He
asked sharply
"You earn my respect," he said simply to Sebastian's first question, then
smiled. "And Jim knows everything about me. I wouldn't bother him with that
question though." He glanced at Sebastian's hand, and shrugged. "Jim's a fan of
blood. Don't be surprised if that becomes a regular thing....especially in the
bedroom." He paused for a moment, wondering if it was worth scaring the poor
kid or not. So instead of giving him any sort of specific information, he
simply said, "It's best if you just let him be. Because things could always be
worse, Sebastian. Especially with Jim. They could /always/ be worse." He seemed
to get lost in thought at the comment.
He frowned at the pause. "You don't want to tell me because I’m young. Can't
the two of you knock that off?" He grumbled, hand through his hair annoyed.
"First it's a fucking battle not to get called Kitten and now you tell me it
could be worse. How could It Be Worse? How I’m supposed to figure things out
when I don't even have the context to guess?"
Johnson blinked and was back, looking a little taken aback. "Now hold on a
minute, kid. You have no idea what you got yourself into here, and while it may
seem fine and dandy and you think you'll enjoy, there are things even I am glad
I didn't know at first. As I said before, I'm not going to hold back because of
what Jim thinks of you, and I'm certainly not going to keep myself from telling
you something simply because you're a teenager. I respect the fact that you
have made it this far in life almost entirely on your own, and I know an
experienced soul when I see it. I am choosing not to tell you because you are
better off not knowing. Understand?" His voice was firm, though not dangerous
or threatening in any way. It even had a bit of concern and sadness in it.
"You'll find out everything else as you go. It's not my place to give you all
the answers you are looking for."
"I understand Sir. But all that means to me is that you don't think I can
handle it. And you're bloody well disappointed in me. Great. Just fucking
peachy. Both of ya in one damn day. It's like being on a bleedin' roller
coaster." He crossed his arms and scowled as he figured out that crossing them
creased the jacket sleeves and grumbling in Welsh he uncrossed them. "If it's
not your place for all the answers. How do I go about getting them?"
Johnson stared hard at the boy, realizing that he had a lot of issues that were
starting to spring to the surface that he figured were usually pushed way far
down. "Not disappointed, kid. Hell, you've hardly been given a chance to
disappoint me yet. Sure I don't think you can handle it. I'll be truthful with
you. But there is only one man I know that can, and he's currently tied up and
fascinated with you. Have some respect for me and my judgment, and I'll have
respect for you in turn." Again, not an angry tone, but a very measured and
informative one. "The answers that I haven't already given you are ones you can
only get through experience. It's rough, but it's honestly the best way for you
to find them." He looked down at the floor then, frowning. "I do think it would
be useful to tell you though....Jim is a very possessive man. You belong to him
now. That means a lot more than you think, Sebastian. Just keep that in mind."
"You’re not?" He shook his head and muttered, "Never mind." He knew he could
take Johnson at his word. Asking only made it seem cheapened somehow. "How is
he fascinated with me? About the only time I've seen it was when he let
me......" He went rather pink and promptly shut up. He didn't think that Jim
would probably want him to be the kiss and tell sort of person. Even if he was
just confused and not bragging and it was Johnson. He quickly changed gears,
"Possessive is putting it mildly I think. He's already thrown a fit at me
demanding I say I’m his. Fuck hell owning people. Owning loyalty makes so much
more sense."
He ignored the comment that seemed to embarrass Sebastian, and at his last
comment, Johnson smirked and chuckled almost sadly. "Yes, well...Jim would
rather own someone than care for them, kid. It's as close as he gets to that
'relationship' thing you were trying to talk about earlier. To him, owning a
person includes loyalty and, probably the most important to him, dependency. If
you are dependent, you are far more permanent in his eyes."
Sighing he gave in and leaned against the wall. "Great I get kitten taken care
of and at least got him to agree to Tiger. Much more... manly? Especially after
sleeping with him." He blinked at his slip and went even redder. But ignored it
trying to make it seem like nothing. Not interesting at all. "Dependent just
sounds like he wants a kid forever. I'm not gonna stay a kid for god’s sake."
Johnson actually laughed out loud at Sebastian's comments, taking a moment to
wipe away the tears that had formed from his utter enjoyment. "You managed to
get him to call you /Tiger?/" he asked as he tried to catch his breath. He
inhaled deeply, before saying, "Sebastian, he still treats /me/ like that, and
I'm older than him by a long shot. You should let go of this whole notion that
all things people do to you are not necessarily because of your age. It's the
attitude of an indignant kid insisting that he's not a kid that makes it worse.
Take it like a man, and you'll be treated like one." He slapped Sebastian
encouragingly on the shoulder. "I'll probably get in trouble for telling you,
but I think it'll be worth it: he ordered you something online today that I
think you'll like very much."
He made a confused face at Johnson as he laughed until he could breath and
explain himself. "I did. Took a lot of badgering to do so. Better than Sebby,
which stuck before I could manage anything." He said amused that he could get
such a reaction. And even relaxing when he found out that Jim treated him like
that too. "Has he ever let you fuck him? Hey! I'm not a kid." The last bit got
tacked on before he could stop himself and muttered under his breath again for
a moment before he looked at Johnson again when he was almost over balanced at
the slap. No one touched him friendly like that. Ever. Even with Johnson he
felt a bit bipolar as he blurted, "What did he order?"
Johnson began laughing a little again at the boy's obvious reflex to fight
being called a kid. He shrugged. "Let me? Hell, I wouldn't if he begged me to.
I practically raised him and took care of him and made sure he was safe...Even
now, I feel like an older brother. Not that I don't see the appeal he has, but
that's just now how I see him is all," he explained comfortably, then grinned
at Sebastian's excitement. "If I tell you, I'd have to kill you, kid."
"And we wouldn't want that now, would we?" came the smooth voice from the
doorway.
Sebastian started at the voice out of nowhere and had the gun out from the back
of his trousers in a very nearly smooth gesture. And blinked, hastily tucking
it away when his brain caught up and he looked away from Jim. "No. Rather that,
not happen." He glanced over at Johnson though and said, before he lost the
chance. "Not a kid." It was much more of a joke now that he'd had a second to
actually think before he said anything about it.
Johnson turned smoothly to face Jim with a smirk on his face. "Regardless of
how many people I've assassinated and stalked, you still always manage to sneak
up on me," he said playfully, seemingly not bothered by the fact that Jim had
probably been listening to their conversation for a while. He smiled at
Sebastian then. "Much better....just try not to shoot the Boss, /kid/," he
teased back, though there was a stern flash in his eyes that clearly warned
Sebastian never to pull a gun on Jim again or he's have his head.
Jim just smiled at the two of them wryly. "The both of you seem to be getting
on well. I just figured I should come and check the state of the armchair you
were disarming earlier," he said, walking over and running a finger over the
hole in the chair distractedly. He leaned forward on the back of it, resting
his head in his hand as he looked at Sebastian with a grin. "Let's see that
pretty pose Johnson was teaching you."
"Wasn't gonna shoot him. It's /Him/." He said almost under his breath, a bit
annoyed with Johnson. It was almost as if he was granting him the point about
his stupidity in that moment however. He turned to watch Jim leaned over on the
chair and came to his parade rest, emotion draining from his face. Even though
it really made him feel like a dog at a show. Although seeing Jim with a grin
set him a bit more at ease.
"You bastard," Jim growled at Johnson, who looked utterly pleased with himself
in spite of the name-calling. "You got him into that nasty habit of folding his
hands behind his back." He walked around the chair to get closer, walking up to
him to invade his personal space as Johnson had earlier. He brought his hand up
to smack Sebastian's face as a test, even going as far as to nut check him
lightly.
Johnson, meanwhile, shot an encouraging and supportive look at Sebastian to
tell him to remain still and attentive.
The most Jim got out of him was a blink when his groin was assaulted for the
second time with in an hour. It took him going through mentally how to break
down the gun Johnson had entrusted him with to not break and say swear in
Welsh. When it was clear that he hadn't broken his posture he asked, not
moving. "Nasty habit?" If his voice was a bit higher than normal and Johnson
commented on it he would have to find out where his liqueur supply was and dump
it all or something.
Jim grinned at the lack of response to his assault, having seen full well what
had happened earlier. Nothing went on in his house that he didn't already know
about. "Yes, dear. Johnson insists that he looks more menacing with his hands
folded behind him, but I've always enjoying being able to see my sniper's
hands," he answered, glancing at Johnson.
"Your /tiger/ here was trying to get me to tell him my first name," Johnson
said, slightly wanting to change the subject for Sebastian's benefit.
"Ferdinand," Jim said quickly, eyes still on Sebastian. He and Johnson's faces
were both stoic for a long moment, before they began to laugh together, Jim
obviously relaxing. It was apparent that the relationship between Jim and
Johnson was a very close one, though the sniper seemed a little more uptight
than a normal brotherly relationship might have called for.
Sebastian glanced at Johnson as well, eyebrow lifted in a question. "What's
where my hands are, have to do with anything?" He asked before he fell silent.
While he found it hilarious that his name was Ferdinand Johnson he also felt
rather like a third wheel, the new comer who didn't know all the jokes. But
Jim's posture showed he was relaxing and seeing his spine loosen was already
becoming something he wanted to see more often. "So Ferdinand, I assume since
Boss here spilt the beans you don't need to kill me?" His tone was only
partially serious.
Jim's grin broadened and he looked at Johnson, barely able to contain his
laughter as he quirked an eyebrow at him.
Johnson rolled his eyes, still smiling. "That's not actually my name, kid.
Though, I probably would hide my name from people if it was." He shot a warning
glance at Sebastian when Jim turned away, the death threat having been issued
because he almost told him what Jim had ordered him online.
And as if reading his bodyguard's mind, Jim said, "I believe you were in the
middle of telling Sebastian what I ordered for him online..." His tone still
had humor, but it was obvious he was not entirely pleased that the information
had almost gotten out.
Rolling his eyes at the pair of them he was about to make that Johnson joke
he'd been holding in reserve for what he thought was forever at this point when
he got glared at and then Johnson got chewed out in a way. He promptly saw his
way out of the conversation hiding behind his stance at parade rest, just
watching and listening. Although he was curious as hell what the hand thing was
about his were behind his back where he knew it was safe for them to be.
Johnson swallowed. Dammit. "I wasn't actually going to tell him, Jim," he said,
though he had actually thought about it, if only to cheer the poor kid up a
bit. But Jim folded his arm and cocked an eyebrow, obviously not going to move
until the man came clean. With a sigh, he turned to Sebastian, and smirked. "An
L115A3 Long Range Rifle with a night sight, spotting scope, laser range finder,
and tripod, not to mention the works that already came with it....If you
couldn't tell, I'm a bit jealous."
Jim grinned at Johnson, and then looked to Sebastian, waiting for his response.
Sebastian managed to hold the blank expression for a few second out of sheer
disbelief at what Johnson had said, right up until he broke out in a grin and
said something in Welsh crossed over with Russian. Shaking himself he started
over. "Fucking hell. How is it getting here? When is it getting here? If it
doesn't come with a manual and don't mock that. Make sure you call and yell at
someone. I want to know exactly how it's supposed to work before I touch her.
God. When?"
Jim grinned at Sebastian almost fiendishly as he listened to him rattle off
about the new toy. When he was finally done, he raised an eyebrow. "Sorry,
Sebastian. But you wanted to know, and where's the fun in telling you when it's
going to get here?" Jim figured this would be ample punishment for his over-
eagerness at wanting to know what the surprise was. "She's brand new, too.
Never been handled out of the factory."
Johnson was grinning ear to ear at the younger sniper's excitement, knowing
full well what finding out was going to do to the boy. And of course, as
always, Jim cruelly dangled the piece of meat out without any indication of
when he'd give it to him. In a way, he blamed himself, but it was almost too
good to have just left alone.
"Fuck me. How'd you get a new one? No barrel marking... I can file her anyway I
want." He was practically drooling as he thought about it. But sharply brought
himself out of it when he caught himself at it. "Er... Right..." He sort of
half went back into his stance and said, still grinning, "Thanks Boss."
"You can thank me later. We have an early morning. Say goodnight, you two.
Sebastian, you can sleep anywhere you choose tonight." He added the last part
mostly because he was actually feeling very generous, and seeing how excited
Sebastian was about the gun put him in an extremely elated mood. He nodded to
Johnson, saying, "Enjoy your day off, wanker. Try not to get too drunk, I do
need you functioning for the job day after tomorrow." And with that, he turned
and left to get ready for bed, pausing at the door. "We're leaving at 7 again,
by the way, Tiger," he cooed with a wink, then ducked out.
Johnson smirked. "I'll be fit as a fiddle, Jim, I can promise you that." And
when Jim was gone, Johnson raised an eyebrow and looked at Sebastian with
curiosity. "Very interesting...." After a moment of trying to comprehend what
had just happened, he shook it off and said, "Just remember what I taught you
tonight. Make sure there's a bullet in the chamber at all times, stay at
attention, don't let the fuckers get to you, and don't speak unless spoken to,
in your case not at all since tomorrow's your first day and you do have a bit
of a mouth on you. "
He couldn't help but snicker at the wanker part, considering his name was
Johnson after all. He took a good step towards the door when Jim ducked out of
it but stopped when Johnson kept talking. "You keep saying that like he's grown
two head. Why?" He asked as he loaded the gun, in way of an acknowledgement of
listening to him. He didn't say anything more in a teasing way of saying he
heard him on the mouth shut bit. But he was practically radiating the need to
both get and answer and follow Jim.
Johnson looked at Sebastian, and for a moment he had made up his mind to not
answer, but looking at the urgency in Sebastian's eyes, he sighed. Scratching
the back of his neck, he said, "He's happy. He's never happy, Sebastian. And I
think you're why." And with that, he said, "Now bugger off. Take care of him
tomorrow, or I'll hang you by your entrails and beat you with a bat until candy
falls out." He walked out and smiled to himself as he left, though it was a
somewhat sad smile.
Jim was already to his room, stripping from his suit and back into silky
pajamas that were nice and cool against his skin. He climbed into the bed that
had been remade by the cook/house maid and waited for what he knew would be the
door any second now.
Sebastian hurried off to his room and raided his closet for something like what
he'd normally wear to bed. Finding a soft silky pair a lot like Jim's he
changed and mostly hung up the suit before taking it down to the cook. He
figured that he'd know how to get a tailor to get it fixed by morning. He
basically didn't want to bother Jim with something stupid like a sewing needle.
Not more than ten minutes after Jim had left for bed. Sebastian opened and shut
Jim's bedroom door before simply climbing in with him. A content sigh escaped
him as he settled into the pillow.
Jim grinned when he finally heard the boy enter the room, though he kept his
expression hidden. The only indication he was awake was when Sebastian stopped
moving and got settled, Jim moved his foot a little so that it lightly touched
the boy's leg....just to know he was there as he began to drift off. Jim didn't
need to set an alarm, his own internal clock able to wake him easier than any
loud noise. He was a light sleeper anyway, mostly.
At the touch Sebastian shifted closer so he could feel the heat of Jim's body
underneath the blankets. It calmed him like nothing else ever had in his short
life. It was as if he really truly had found his spot and he would fight tooth
and nail before he gave it up.
Ah fuck it. Jim closed the distance between them by scooting back into
Sebastian's chest, curling up a bit as he yawned. Being this close to him made
sleep finally come easy.
***** The office and a desk *****
Chapter Notes
     sex at the office ^_^
The next morning, Jim hopped out of the shower at 6 a.m., walking to the sink
in his and pulling out shaving cream to take care of his pesky stubble. He was
still smiling, though he wasn't sure why and that was always dangerous for him.
He lathered the cream on and proceeded to shave, then walked out of the
bathroom and over to his closet, careful not to glance at the bed.
Not long after Jim got up Sebastian sort of patted vaguely at the bed trying to
find out half asleep where his heater went. And then jerked awake. Eyes darting
at the clock he growled at himself as he hauled himself out of the bed and into
the shower down the hall that had his preferred shampoo and stuff. Although it
was definitely high grade it still worked and smelt about the same. Clambering
into his suit he checked Johnson's gun and tucked it away cautiously, testing
the new stitching on the suit jacket and pleased with the results he pocketed
the tie and headed down stairs to find Jim and food.
Jim towel-dried his hair messily before he dropped his towel and dressed in one
of his nicer Westwood’s before walking back to the bathroom to comb his hair
back and go downstairs. He couldn't wait to see Sebastian in a suit and
hopefully with his hair combed back. He was slightly nervous about today, since
Johnson had really been the only person that he had entrusted to bodyguard
duties since he had begun his dangerous business. He was curious to see how
Sebastian did today, and, already knowing the sniper fairly well, went straight
to the kitchen to find him.
Sebastian was slightly confused when he didn't find Jim down in the kitchen,
and was just about to go back up looking when he walked in the door. Hastily
finger combing his hair back he looked at Jim and didn't know what the fuck he
was supposed to do now. So he just stood there watching Jim as the cook made up
waffles for him. Not quite fried, but good enough for him to get along with and
no smell for Jim.
Jim smirked. "Morning, Sebby," he said, walking over and reaching into the
man's pocket to pull out his tie. And wrap it around his neck. He tied it
absently, glancing up at Sebastian as he did so. "Gorgeous," he said simply
when he was done. "Tuck," he reminded him, tapping the boy's stomach as he
turned and walked to the refrigerator, pulling a pre-made nutrition shake out
and drinking it quickly. He checked his watch. Ten till. He leaned against the
counter, trying not to get a huge whiff of the waffles.
Sebastian couldn't help the smirk that crossed his features as Jim said
morning, even with the Sebby attached to it. To which he only graced with a
sigh. He had been called Tiger the night before after all. So he tucked into
the waffles as soon as they were ready. A fair amount of syrup later and
nothing on his suit he stood up and waited near Jim. As close as he could get
to a pace behind and to his left, with out getting on top of the counter.
Jim watched Sebastian eat his waffles and was talking to the cook about what he
wanted done that day. When he turned and saw Sebastian right behind him, he
smirked, stepping around him and brushing against him slightly as he went to
the car. He climbed in, waiting for Sebastian to get in before they were off.
He didn't say a word, content to just stare out the window until Sebastian
started a conversation or they arrived at the office.
He sat in silence for a while in the car, not quite slouching because of the
loaded gun at his back, but couldn't deal with all the quiet. "So what exactly
are we up to today?" It wasn't so much we as it was what was Jim up to so he
knew how bored or potentially frightful it was going to be.
Jim looked at Sebastian and shrugged slightly. "Not too much until this
afternoon. A potential meeting with a client this morning, but that was
rescheduled to later this week. I'm thinking I'm just going to cancel it
altogether soon. I don't trust this client and that's usually a red flag." He
snapped open his briefcase on the seat next to him and tossed the manual to the
rifle at Sebastian, as well as a few books like an introduction to computers
and some useful information regarding body guarding. "You won't be bored. Think
of it as an opportunity to enrich yourself." He smirked.
Sebastian already had his nose buried in the gun manual before Jim actually
started to speak. But he glanced up at Jim with a smirk before he ducked down
back into it. "What's setting you off about them?" He asked actually sparing
attention from the information on what was soon to be /His/ Baby.
Jim smirked at Sebastian, the boy's nose already in the manual before he even
finished talking. "It's mostly an instinctual thing. When you've done this as
long as I have, it's better to trust your first impression than try to reason
yourself into wasting your time with them." After a few moments, he tapped
Sebastian's shoe. "I expect you to know how to properly use a computer by the
end of the week, so be sure to divide your attention between each book. If you
do well, you can relax when we get home. If not, you can go ahead and get
started on your workout regimen."
He nodded at most of the commentary and request's but his head shot up again
away from his reading which he was already several pages into, at workout.
"Workout regimen? I know I haven't cased the place yet but is there really a
gym in the house?" He wasn’t sure what he thought about the whole regiment
thing though. But he supposed if he could keep to lean muscle he didn't really
have a problem with it.
Jim grinned. "You really think that I have a firing range but no gym?" he asked
with an amused expression. "You need to bulk up a bit. You can keep the muscle
you have now, but for appearance purposes, you need to at least look like you
can hold your own if it came down to it. Besides, I have to keep you healthy,
with how much you fucking eat," he commented, smiling again. He added after a
moment, "The morning is going to be slow, just a warning." He had a semi-dirty
scene flash through his head of Sebastian bent over his desk that he quickly
pushed away.
Rolling his eyes at the eating comment he simply asked, "What's the point with
the appearance of muscle when you can have it and pack a wallop without them
knowing it was coming?" Cocky maybe. Self-assured yes. Curious definitely. He
was hitting all over the emotional map already this morning.
Jim rolled his eyes. The poor boy had no idea how business worked. "Because,
Sebby dear, the point is to keep things from getting to that point. If you look
like you can kick their ass, their less likely to actually test that." He knew
that a soul like Sebastian's would probably enjoy a good fight, but that's not
what he needed at the moment. Perhaps when he sent the boy on assignments.
That's when Johnson seemed to get it out of his system. Why not Sebastian?
"Ah. Right then." He ducked back into the manual as he turned a page. "Boss."
He said after a moment. Another page turned as he proved that when he gave a
shit about it he really was quick on the uptake and a quick reader. It just had
to be something he truly was interested in. The computer book would take a
while longer. The body guard book, somewhere between those two. Nothing he
couldn't knock out in a week.
Jim raised an eyebrow at Sebastian and leaned back in the seat a bit. After a
moment, he remember what he was going to say. "This afternoon, I want you to be
attentive and take down notes for each client I meet with. Not during the
meeting obviously, but between sittings, I expect a full account of what you
observed. Don't worry about keeping full account, that's what recorders in the
room are for."
He pulled out the small pen he had and his notebook. A new one had apperated
into his custody overnight so he figured starting a fresh one would be the way
to go. "Notes. So what are you looking for? Fresh eyes? Or something in
specific? I'm sure height and hair color isn't exactly what you're looking
for."
Jim shook his head. "Not necessarily a physical description. Listen, write
information you think needs to be kept or specifically looked into, things like
that. You have a talent for catching things that other people don't, and I want
you to focus on what is being said....in addition to remaining vigilant with
your protective services." They pulled up to the building and Jim head up to
his office, not really instructing Sebastian to go anywhere or do anything for
the moment.
Sebastian nodded tucking the notebook away. "Yes Boss." He hurried to get out
and shut the door behind them. Taking a breath he blanked his face and shifted
his posture even as they walked inside.
Jim went straight to his main office, taking his jacket off and hanging it on
the rack, showing just how slim his form truly was, especially in the snug-
fitting clothes of his suit, especially with the very low-lying vest. He sat
down in his chair with a sigh, and then looked at Sebastian. "Since the morning
is so relaxed, feel free to take your jacket off as well. While it's just you
and I in here, you don't much have to worry about a jacket. But maintain
posture. I like the fact that you're a little taller than me," he said with a
wink, opening his drawer and pulling out some new paperwork. He had a fax
machine built into his desk so reports could come in at all hours but never run
the risk of being accessible without two pairs of keys and a passcode that only
Jim knew.
He immediately shed his jacket and tossed it with a causal flick to land on the
rack even as he was eyeing Jim. It was interesting to say the least that he'd
gotten a tall comment and a wink. Maybe he hadn't screwed it up entirely. So
with a small sigh of air he moved to stand behind and just to right of Jim.
As Jim began working, he glanced over his shoulder at Sebastian with a smirk.
"You don't have to stand watch over me. No one is in here at the moment. Sit,"
he said a little dismissively, then added. "Read about your /baby/. Pick out a
name for her," he continued to muse as he shifted through the papers and went
back to typing on his computer.
Rolling his eyes again he pulled out the manual and sat, a bit straighter than
normal and set to reading. It wasn't overly long before he ate through gun
manual and set to frowning he started reading the computer book.
After about an hour of work, Jim had gotten quite a bit done, and he leaned
back, staring at the boy again as he read. He observed how his hair was combed
back, blonde and neat, and how his shirt bloused out at the sleeves slightly.
And how the tie was snug against his neck, like a collar....Jim realized he had
a bit of a fetish for suits, especially when the person in the suit could pull
it off. He was not paying attention, watching the boy's hands around the books
and allowing himself to get distracted, licking his lips.
The hair on the back of his neck stood straight up after a while. So he glanced
up and about the room, before letting his eyes rest on Jim. "Ya?" He said
shifting slightly before straightening his spine again.
Jim continued to stare at him for a minute, knowing that his earliest
appointment was in a few hours and extremely turned on by the fact that
Sebastian was hear in his office, completely at his mercy. "Come here," he said
softly.
Eyebrow lifted he tucked the book away in his suit jacket and walked over to
stand near Jim. "Ya Boss?" He was resisting the urge to scratch at his head
confused.
He remained seated as he reached forward and grabbed the tie, tugging it out of
the vest as he pulled it down. "You want to know what would make me very
happy?" he asked suddenly, lips barely an inch away from Sebastian's. He didn't
know why he was in such a good mood this morning, or why he was so turned on
all of a sudden, but he thought it had a lot to do with the fact that Sebastian
had actually been behaving, and that was intriguing in the most erotic of ways.
Eyes a bit wide he barely caught himself as he was pulled close. "What Boss?"
He asked leaning just a bit closer. He knew where he wanted this to go he just
didn't know where it was going to actually go.
Jim brushed his lips over Sebastian's, tongue darting out to taste him slightly
before pulling back, hand remaining firm on the tie to whisper huskily, "You
bent over my desk, screaming my name as I take you from behind." He knew
Sebastian wasn't one to probably enjoy being fucked, but after yesterday, he
had better not assume it was a one-way street.
Sebastian froze mouth open. Before he gathered his wits back to himself.
Swallowing, "What??" He didn't know what to think about that. "Y-you do?" He'd
just barely lost his virginity and now Jim wanted to turn the tables on him
again.
Jim quirked an eyebrow at him. "Yes," he said simply, letting go of the tie and
straightening Sebastian's vest as one would sheets after making the bed. "Is
there a problem?" This wasn't exactly the response he was expecting, and he was
wondering if there was something perhaps different that he wasn't seeing in
today and yesterday. He knew he felt different, but he could easily attribute
that to Sebastian's change in behavior.
"No. But you said today was working." He swallowed, shifting uncomfortably at
the weirdly now very much confining trousers. His hand clenched an unclenched
at his side as he shifted his weight forward again closer to Jim. "Not the
other way around?"
Jim reached his hand forward to the slight bulge in Sebastian's pants and began
palming him roughly. "I don't see why we can't switch off every now and again,"
he muttered, observing Jim's face. "Are you worried I'll hurt you?"
Sebastian leaned into the touch having to catch himself, hand on Jims shoulder,
least he fall right into his lap. "No... I...fuck..." He practically swallowed
his tongue as he stumbled over the words. Fighting his own stupid notion he bit
his lip to not say anything and just let Jims do what he wanted. Jim had known
what he wanted the other night. Maybe this was the same thing.
Seeing Sebastian move through the normal stages of acceptance as was usual when
Jim did unexpected things to him, he waited until he was only faced with silent
acceptance before he took his hand away, commanding. "Bend over the desk,
Sebby." He dragged a finger up his chin, flicking it off the end and raising an
eyebrow to challenge any protests.
Swallowing roughly he hurried to arrange himself the way Jim had asked him to.
It was odd but it was sort of like with Johnson. It had to have a reason right?
He thought a bit nervous, even as those nerves feed his erection. Glancing at
Jim, "Boss?" He bit his lip, as his gaze gave away how lust blown his eyes were
already.
Jim stood from his chair and walked over to the drawer, pulling out the lube he
kept handy just in case. He set it on the desk, then gently pushed Sebastian's
chest down so it was against the desk, then pulled his hips out so his ass was
sticking up a little. "Yes, Tiger?" he asked, not missing the look in the boy's
eyes. He wondered if the new nickname turned on the kid as much as it turned
him on.
"I..." His eyes were fixed on the lube. "Fuck." He shifted his weight on his
feet as he looked up at Jim finally. "You really want to fuck me?" His voice
absolutely dripped with want as he clenched his fist. Although the motion
clearly showed his uncertainty over the whole thing.
Jim's hands went to Sebastian's waist as he positioned himself behind
Sebastian, lightly grinding up against him as he squeezed. He was already a
little hard, and he was sure Sebastian, with his tight pants, would feel him.
"You tell me."
Sebastian impulsively rocked back the moment Jim was behind him pressing
against him. The fact that Jim was hard and so was he penetrated his teenage
brain and short circuited it. "Fuck me." It was half surprise half demand as he
tried to figure out how he could get from his position to kissing Jim.
Jim groaned at the extra pressure of Sebastian pushing back to meet his
grinding, and he huffed a chuckle at Sebastian's comment. He continued to grind
as he wrapped his arm around the front of Sebastian's waist and palmed his
while his other hand worked on the metal buckle of the boy's belt. He was
mostly trying to get him used to the feel of having Jim in that position before
he straight up fucked him.
Forget kissing him if he was going to do that. He was torn bee rocking forward
into Jims hand and back against his cock. Ending up in a slow roll of his hips.
There was something to be said that teenage biya thought with their dicks.
While the boy was distracted, he whipped the belt off and unbuttoned the
trousers, moving the hand that was massaging him through the pants into them
for direct contact while his other hands pulled the trousers down to his knees
roughly. He ran his hand up the back of his bare thighs, lightly scraping his
nails against the skin.
Sebastian didn't even stop to think as he moved his hand to lay over Jim's
pressing in to cause more pressure. Even as he rocked back harder with less
material to hinder the contact. He went up on his toes at the nails with a
surprised sound the melted into a groan as he pressed back into them.
Jim immediately grabbed the hand that was trying to push further, pulling it
out and slamming it onto the desk to indicate that it was fucking supposed to
stay there, even as he growled at Sebastian's arse tiptoed to a higher
position, better accessible to his hand and crotch. Rubbing himself against
Sebastian's barely-clothed arse, one hand pushed the material up against the
small stretch of skin between his hole and his dick, pressing teasingly at it,
a little too far north to satisfy his dick and a little too far south for his
arse.
Sebastian actually growled at Jim moving his hand back to the desk but he left
it there, as he tried to get all the friction he could. He bite down on his lip
hard when that delicate stretch of skin was assaulted. Suddenly his pants being
gone was about the only logical thing he could think of. So he shifted from
rubbing to get friction to rubbing trying and getting them out of the way.
Jim's head fell back as he smiled; feeling the search for friction became an
attempt to remove the boxers. The movement created more pressure and caused him
to gasp, and he didn't waste any time to help Sebastian out, hooking a finger
into the elastic and pulling it down slowly over his erection to join the
trousers at his knees. Rolling up his sleeves to the elbows, he squeezed
Sebastian's arse cheeks roughly, enjoying the feel of the smooth but firm flesh
in his fingers.
Whatever Jim was doing it was taking too damn long. "Hurry up." He grumbled
right up until Jim started kneading his arse, getting a mumbled, "Ohh..." And
something rather pleasant in Welsh, as he pressed harder into his hands.
Goddammit.....Sebastian and his fucking Welsh had spurred something akin to a
moan from Jim. He slapped the skin hard before reaching over and grabbing the
lube. He squeezed a bit onto his fingers, and then shoved his index finger into
Sebastian's hole all the way to the knuckle.
He started as he was hit going up on his toes, that when he was penetrated he
had nowhere to go. Spitting in Welsh he struggled not to just spin and hit Jim.
This was supposed to feel good damnit. Being Sebastian he gritted his teeth and
pressed back trying to find whatever it was that made this worth it.
Jim felt the automatic response of Sebastian clenching around him and how every
muscle seemed to become defensive. With his free hand, he began to massage
Sebastian's hip gently. "Relax, Tiger...Don't fight so much," he cooed
encouragingly, not moving unless he felt Sebastian begin to relax around his
finger and adjust to a more comfortable size. He then began to pump the finger
in and out slowly, testing the waters and not really wanting to hurt the
boy....at least not yet.
As Sebastian struggled to even his breathing out Jims hand at his hip and being
called tiger grounded him. Much like when he lowered his heart beat when firing
a rifle. Grumbling, "How the hell is this supposed to feel good?"
He added a second finger after a moment, hand pushing underneath Sebastian's
shirt to tickle over his back. "I'm only preparing you, sweetheart," he said as
he curled his fingers to hit the bundle of nerves that would set his tiger on
edge.
He kept grumbling right up until Jim did something that had lightning going
right up his spine with a shudder. "Fucking hell." He practically shoved back
with a moan tying for more.
Jim smirked at Sebastian's reaction, using his hand on the boy's back to hold
him down. He scissored his fingers to stretch Sebastian before scraping his
nails against the prostate again, rougher than last time. "Still not feeling
good, babe?"
"Fucks sake Boss more." He demanded starting to tremble, pushing back against
Jim's hand. The scissoring prompting him to break down into broken Welsh. It
was clear now that he'd forgotten the discomfort he was loving it.
Jim twitched a bit at the Welsh, somewhat confused by the fact that it turned
him on so much. He pulled his fingers out of Sebastian to pull himself out of
his pants, already hard, and allowing his trousers to drop to his knees as
well. Grabbing the lube, he shocked himself up with two tugs, them positioned
the tip of himself at Sebastian's hole, pressing the tip just slightly into the
boy. "Is my Tiger ready?"
That actually got him to half turn to look back at Jim, eyes blown, a trembling
panting mess. "Do something already." He didn't actually threaten to leave but
it was clear enough in how he said it. Right on the verge of cockiness and
indecisive nerves.
Jim grinned, then gripped his claws into the small of Sebastian's back as he
shoved himself forward, all the way to the hilt and slamming their hips
together. He let out a raw choked moan, fingernails digging in deeper into the
flesh and knees weak from the pure unadulterated pleasure of being inside of
Sebastian. "/Fuck/."
He screamed, yell being almost too small a word for it, as he was penetrated.
It was absolutely nothing like two fingers. Jim being much thicker. Now pressed
against the desk, between it and Jim he really couldn’t go anywhere. Even
successfully threaten to do so. He did the only thing that made sense, at least
to him. He challenged the situation and rocked back onto Jim as hard as he
could, without slicing his back up too much against Jim's nails.
If he wasn't as deep as he could get already, Sebastian shoving back against
him took him even deeper, and he doubled over on top of the boy, panting
heavily already and trying to get his vision back from seeing stars. "You're so
fucking /tight/," he breathed, as he realized that he was the first, and from
this point on, /only/ man to fuck Sebastian. He pulled out again, and then
shoved himself forward hard enough to bruise the pair of them as he bit his lip
to control his moans.
Sebastian moaned slipping between English, Welsh and something else that was
half reverent half swearing as Jim hit him right in the sweat spot against his
prostate. He scrabbled at the desk trying to push back again, as he supported
both his own weight against the desk but Jim's as well. "Get on with it
already." As demanding as it was it really sounded like a beg for more as Jim
stopped, cutting himself off mid moan. "Boss..."
That was all he needed to bring his torso back up and begin to thrust into
Sebastian in a steady rhythm, angling to hit him just so that he would fall
even more apart. As sadistic and cruel as it might seem, Jim got off on the
sight of Sebastian practically begging. His hand shot to the back of the boy's
neck to shove him into the desk more as he continued to fuck him roughly.
His face hit the desk when the angle at which he was being pressed down
shifted. He well and truly understood why people did this now, especially from
the other side of the stick per say. Nose bloodied he pushed back far enough to
turn his cheek to the desk as he tried rocking up on his toes to get him to get
him to hit that spot again.
Jim held tightly to Sebastian's neck, fingers pressing hard enough to leave
marks as he rutted into him, growling with pleasure and dominance. With his
free hand, he reached around and began to stroke Sebastian's cock in time with
his thrusts. "Tell me how good it feels to have me fuck you, Sebby," he purred,
voice strained with effort as his whole body rolled into Sebastian.
He gasped out automatically, "Yes. Fuck yes. Yes. Yes..." He trailed off into a
moaning half sob of pleasure. The pressure of his finger's bruising only
brought more sparks of pleasure, almost whiting out his vision. His hand at his
cock sent him right over the edge with no warning at all. The last intelligible
thing he managed to say was, "Jim..."
Jim was smiling as he felt his sniper lose control at his touch, and angled the
cock away from any clothing as he leaned forward to growl, "/Mine./" He waited
until he felt the clench of muscles around his cock as Sebastian came, and at
hearing the boy say his name in such a needy and reliant manner, Jim released
himself, groaning into his bitten lip as he did. He fucked the rest of his cum
into Sebastian, then collapsed on top of the boy, hand sliding from his neck to
the back of his hair to bury itself in his hair. He panted, and wore a content
smirk.
All attempts at moving long gone from his mind, he just lay there on the desk
as Jim finished. An involuntary shudder as a wet heat shifted inside him as Jim
moved. When Jim's hand wound up in his hair he tried to look at Jim, causing a
slight tug which didn't bring pain, just sparks of warm heat traveling down his
spine. The shudder that ran through him right after it, utterly giving that
fact away. In a haze of warmth he muttered, "Yours." Feeling that it finally
fit.
Jim paused, keeping himself out of Sebastian's line of sight on purpose for a
moment as he realized the boy had willing, and without any prodding, admitted
to being /his/. A wave of ecstasy and relief washed over him, and for a long
moment, he felt like he had just conquered the world. He scratched gently at
the head under his fingers for a moment, tugging Sebastian back as he
straightened his spine to kiss the boy over his shoulder lazily, much less
dominating than just...content.
Ok, that hurt that time, prompting a small huff of air. But not enough for him
to really complain. Being kissed certainly shut him up for a while, as the fog
lifted from his brain and rational thought returned to him. As much as any
teenager had rational thought that is. The position and Jim being inside him.
The fact that he'd been taken instead of doing the taking. All of it, was
rather overwhelming, so he pushed back. Biting Jim's lip right where he was
already bruised from biting himself, "You done yet?"
Jim kissed him for a few more moments until he hissed at being bitten on his
already sore lip. "Quite," he said shortly, pulling out of the younger boy,
though not without a smirk. He pulled the tissues from his drawer, wiping his
dick and around it to clean himself off before pulling his pants and trousers
up. "Clean yourself up and get back to presentable." He nodded toward the
bathroom directly off his office. "And you might want to hurry so your pants
don't wrinkle." He sat down and pulled his chair back up to the desk before
adding, "And don't you dare bleed on your vest." His voice was firm, but with a
hint of softness to it that he never really used.
Sebastian shuddered when Jim pulled out. He left quickly trousers loose around
his hips. Coming back, looking mostly presentable. "What the hell started
that?" He asked, mostly coming to terms with it all as he leaned in stealing a
kiss before going and leaning against the wall. Very much obvious in the fact
that he didn't sit down.
Jim glanced up from his computer as Sebastian returned, fully clothed and back
to acceptable grooming standards. He went back to typing; only smirking at the
question from his sniper and staying silent for a few minutes as he finished
his reply to a rather pathetic e-mail. "I told you that you looked good in a
suit." That was the only answer the boy got, Jim growing quiet again. Still
unable to hide all of the smile that was currently tugging at him. He yawned,
realized that he was tired. He glanced at the couch, then at Sebastian, then
quickly looked back to the papers.
"Apparently." He said smirking in agreement. And winced as the movement made
his nose hurt worse. Not quite broken, not quite bruised, but definitely
painful. Sighing and rolling his eyes he crossed his arms, "I'm here, and
Johnson seems to trust me. You do as well. Take a bleeding nap, so I’m not
stuck here even longer when you end up dragging out whatever business you
have." Perceptive, and yet completely him in his how he decided to deal with
it.
Jim would have to remember that nothing seemed to get past Sebastian....at
least not the little things. He leaned back in his chair looking at him as he
realized he did trust the boy...quite a lot actually. He yawned again, almost
cursing himself for the continuous display of weariness. "Are you not tired,
Tiger?" he asked, the nickname almost as reflexive as 'Sebby'. He stood, but
made no move to walk around the desk to the couch.
"Not right now." He made a face. "Not sitting down either." He said more than
slightly annoyed. But weirdly happy too. It really was a lot to think about as
he watched Jim. Eye's flicking from the couch and back to Jim he asked. "No nap
then?" He didn't know what to think about the pause of Jim's movement. But he
was already leaning against the wall. There wasn't much further he could go.
Jim smirked a little, but otherwise his face remained pensive for at least a
few more moments before he yawned again. "Christ..." He checked his watch, then
sighed. "Wake me in an hour. I'm not going to be getting anything finished in
this state anyway." He walked over to the couch and sat with a huff before
stretching out with a groan. "Do not leave this room while I'm asleep," he said
a little sternly as he closed his eyes toward the ceiling, waiting for a
protest or whatever.
It irritated him to no end that he couldn't be bothered to argue, let alone
complain about it. That and it certainly confused him. He was silent for the
whole hour until he crossed the room to kick the sofa. "It's been an hour
Boss." He moved to where he could look at Jim directly. "Why do you trust me?
And what the fuck is wrong with me for still being here?" He ran his hand
through his hair absently, still not very use to this style.
Jim had actually fallen asleep quite quickly, and when the couch was kicked, he
groaned and rolled into the cushion, grabbing a pillow to squeeze and he
frowned in sleepiness. He sighed as he was bombarded with questions, and he
mumbled his answers into the pillow. "Because you're loud and obnoxious and not
afraid to say what's what, and believe it or not, those kinds of people are
trustworthy. Besides, you of all people have had plenty of opportunities to
kill me."
Snatching the pillow away, he crouched down to be closer and still eye to eye
with Jim. "Why would I bother doing that? It would be the stupidest thing I'd
have ever done." He shifted uncomfortable as he spoke so frankly. He never
spoke of such things. "Johnson said it was interesting me being here so
quickly."
Jim grabbed after the pillow, but it was already gone before he could snatch it
back. "Quite the mistake indeed," he chuckled, ignoring the sort of
implications he was sure Sebastian was making. He rubbed his eyes, and then
paused at Sebastian's words. Johnson, goddammit, what did you say to the
bugger? "Did he now?" he asked, with a definite air of forced disinterest.
"He did. He also basically said you'd rather be possessive of me than care. I
don't know what to make of that. Especially after that." He waved at the desk,
going rather pink at the ears as he struggled to get out the words.
Jim rolled over to look at Sebastian with slight interest, and maybe a smidgeon
of confusion. Especially after what? "Sebastian, there is one thing you should
know about me: I do not feel the way other people do. If you intend to find
within me the same emotions and vulnerability within yourself and most other
human beings on the planet, I am here to regrettably inform you that you will
be searching fruitlessly for however long you decide you want to dig your
curious little hands through jagged rocks and mean creatures." He stared evenly
at the boy, wanting to get his point across and using his frustration at
Johnson's overly large mouth to mask his inner turmoil. Because the truth was
dangerous, and he didn't want to deal with it.
"Looking good in a suit isn't an answer to why you just fucked me into a desk,
not long after letting me fuck you after burning a fucking body alive." He
grumbled. But stood up, sensing that he wasn't going to get an answer. Going to
lean against the wall that he was beginning to think of as his wall, he said,
"When is your meeting? I'd rather not distract you too much." He was retreating
just as much as Jim was.
Jim lay there and rubbed his temples for a minute, trying to debate on what to
do next. Sebastian was retreating, which was both good and bad at the same
time. It got the little fucker off his back, but did nothing to resolve the
inner turmoil. "Noon," he answered monosyllabically to the actual question,
just as evenly as the boy had asked. He remained on his back, laying on the
couch for a few more minutes before responding with closed eyes. "You don't
want to know my answer to your questions, Sebastian," he said simply.
He kicked the wall. "That's what Johnson said. Fuck the both of you. God."
Taking a deep breath, he went on. "I want to know. You just don't think I can
handle it. He said that you'd have to tell me, because he wouldn't." HIs tone
was annoyed but resigned to the fact that he might never know what the hell was
going on.
Jim was off the couch and over at Sebastian in a heartbeat, pressing his
forearm into the boy's throat as a very threatening snarl crossed his face.
"You want to know why I'm not answering you? Fine. I'll tell you why." He
shoved his arm further into Sebastian's neck, not caring if he cut off his air
supply or not. He was livid that the boy seemed to be unable to just take his
word and go with it. "I'm a killer, Sebastian, and I don't take shit from
anyone, /especially/ not fifteen-year-old boys that don't know when to keep
their FUCKING MOUTH SHUT. So, to begin with, you are lucky to have your /
life/." He was furious, and his eyes burned with a fire that was fueled by
something entirely different than indignation.
Choking he scrabbled at Jim's arm, as he was yelled at. He deliberately shut
his mouth, exaggerating the movement to make it very clear that he was obeying
at least that much. He started turning colors as he just stayed there not
fighting back. If he was going to keep his life. It would apparently be up to
Jim. Things were either going to be good or really suck. There didn't seem to
be a middle ground.
Jim was breathing heavily, lip curled in a snarl, as he watched his sniper get
more and more blue, though he didn't respond as Jim expected. Sebastian was the
epitome of obedience in that moment, not uttering a sound and certainly not
fighting back. The lack of opposition caused his mood to dampen only slightly,
enough for him to pull his arm back just enough to allow Sebastian to begin to
breathe again. "Now that we're on the same page, you have hardly earned the
right to know everything about me, Sebastian. You have worked for me for less
than two days, and despite what I feel towards you, you have done /nothing/
that warrants the answers you seek. Do you understand?" Jim asked coldly, but
he couldn't help but feel that he had slipped in his tirade somewhere.
Gasping for air the moment he was released, he fell towards Jim coughing
roughly. Catching himself, hand against Jim's chest he wheezed determinedly.
"What then?" It was right there. He knew it. He didn't know for sure if it was
the lack of air or Jim's proximity that was making him feel fuzzy but he felt
that close to the answer.
Jim looked at Sebastian with an expression close to one of pure loathing,
wanting nothing more than to hit him until he stopped moving, if only to get
him to /stop./ But he knew the boy would never stop searching for the
answer....it was his nature to seek out what he didn't know but needed. He
grabbed the top of his hair and slammed his head into wall roughly to hold it
there, feeling a little frustrated and abusive. "You didn't want to leave," he
said softly after a moment, the hold on Sebastian's hair softening
imperceptibly. "You stayed, and the way you look at me...."
Tears welled up in Sebastian's eyes unbidden as his head was smashed against
the wall. It was rather terrifying and exhilarating being where he was now. Not
to mention painful. But he had never felt so alive than right in that moment.
When it all sank home. He didn't understand why it all did when he was a hair's
breath away from being murdered by the one man that had both his trust and
respect completely. "I s-stayed 'cuz of you." He had to cough to get it to
sound anything like words and not an unintelligible wheeze. "Was always t-told
curiosity would get me killed."
Jim remained there for a moment, stoic as could be save for the snarl on his
face. He wanted to kill him. Wanted to rip his throat out with his bare hands.
He felt so vulnerable and cornered suddenly, even though he was obviously
dominant in the situation. He stared at Sebastian, not knowing if for just a
couple of second or entire minutes. He never allowed himself to care about
someone as he had slipped with Sebastian, and he had fallen fast and hard
against the crags that jutted out of the tempest-frothed waters within his
soul. "You should have left," he said lowly, holding the boy against the wall
by the hair tightly. After his eyes opened and bared the internal pain and
confusion of his soul, they immediately turned black again as the criminal's
panic finally convinced him that he had to kill this person in front of
him....Destroy the weak point...Never leave a loose end. Before he himself knew
what was happening, he pulled the gun out from the back of Sebastian's pants
and pressed it to the boy's chin. The Jim that stood there was a completely
different Jim than had been there moments earlier and allowed the situation to
get out of hand. /This/ Jim was much more cold, and didn't suffer emotion for
safety.
Blinking back tears that he didn't dare wipe away, he swallowed, "Leaving would
have been stupid. Even if this kills me." He managed, right before the gun was
held to his chin. His mind went blank as he went up on his toes with a sharp
inhale of breath. Maybe he had signed his own death certificate. He'd killed,
he'd fucked, he'd even been fucked. He knew there had to be more to life than
that, but he also knew he hadn't had a chance to experience it. All of those
doubts and wishful thoughts went away as he stared at Jim. This was what
Johnson had tried to warn him about. But he had never found anything more
fascinating in his life. He could see when Jim turned off all emotion and
couldn't care less about anything or anyone any more. But somewhere in there,
he still mattered. So he did what he always would, pushed back. "Boss. If this
is it, tell me do I have the shortest run of employment or the longest when you
actually gave a damn?"
Jim saw the fight in the boy's eyes before he even uttered a word, but when the
words came, Jim grinned maniacally, having practically had the gun loaded for
him. What the young man didn't realize is that when Jim turned off emotion, it
was as if we was a completely separate person, and no matter what kind of
weapons were used against him, they always failed against the thick walls
raised in defense. "You really do talk too much for your own good, Sebastian."
He pulled back the hammer and put his finger on the trigger. Something was
wrong though....leaking through....He felt nervous, and a little on edge about
the fact that he was pointing a loaded and cocked gun at the boy. His finger
slipped off the trigger slowly but he didn't budge otherwise, the barrel
pointed painfully to the hollow under his jaw. In reality....Jim didn't know
the answer to that fucking question.
"I always have." He really hated the nervous swallows that were a dead giveaway
at this point of how uncertain he was with this Jim. He glanced down at the
sound of the hammer being pulled, though he couldn't see anything with where
the gun was being held. Looking back up at Jim he bit his lip for a moment and
just went with it. "So. I'm sort of stuck here until you decide either to kill
me which you seem to be hesitating over. Kill me and call for a cleanup crew.
Or probably some variation of the last that I haven't figured out yet. What's
it gonna be?" His pulse picked up notably as he spoke. This very real danger
doing almost more to get him off than getting fucked had earlier. It figured he
was finding all of this lovely stuff out right when he was going to get his
brains scrambled.
"Shut the fuck up," Jim mumbled, mostly because he was beginning to sport a
headache, one that had his vision swimming. He blinked to clear it, though it
did little to fix anything. "Just shut up," he yelled suddenly, anger welling
as quickly as it had abated. He was losing control, battling with his
mind...and heart. He pulled the gun from Sebastian's neck and pointed it into
his crotch. In his mind, this was compromise. "Say something more. I fucking
dare you," he growled, holding Sebastian against the wall at arm's length.
Sebastian shut up. What else could he do? He sighed though after a while.
Glancing at the clock. If he did live it would get interesting if clients came
in early.
Jim dropped the gun, stumbling backwards as his eyes went slightly out of
focus. "Johnson?" he said, looking over Sebastian as if he wasn't there,
searching around in slight panic. He began to lean to his right.
Sebastian snatched up the gun tucking it away at the back of his trousers as he
caught Jims arm. "Boss?" No answer. He tried again louder. Now very much
worried. "Boss! Johnson is on a day off. Its Sebastian. I'm filling in."
Catching his other arm he guided Jim backwards to sit on the couch.
Jim looked at Sebastian holding his arm but didn't seem to see. Where was
Johnson? Johnson could keep him safe. Johnson always did. "Sebastian?" That kid
that was working for him. That's right. His body moved backwards at the
slightest provocation, and he fell onto the couch as he began to tremble. How
had he gotten here?
Taking a deep breath he started talking, keeping Jim looking in his direction
if not at him. "Yes, Boss. Sebastian. I work for you. You’re safe. Nothing's
wrong. Just another day at the office. Johnson trusts me. Got that? Johnson
knows your safe with me. Everything's fine. Just got to come back to here with
me again."
Jim stared at Sebastian with pure horror as his mind slowly began to get away
from him. What the hell...? He was losing control....He had to have
control....He couldn't grasp it. "Help," he said softly as he began to go limp.
Sebastian froze for a good half a second before going with his gut instinct and
slapped Jim hard across the face with an open hand and lurched backwards out of
Jim's reach. That would ground him back to reality right? Pain worked for that.
He wasn't sure but to hell with it. He'd asked for help. And he was Boss. If he
was supposed to do something else, he should have told him sooner.
Jim felt a sharp pain on his face as his head snapped to the side, and he
opened his mouth in a silent cry of pain. Face no longer blank, but screwed up
in an expression of confusion, anger and stinging, he looked at Sebastian. "Son
of a bitch! What the hell was that, Sebastian!?"
Sebastian backed away another good step or two and swallowed, nervously. He
didn't like the whole sudden confusing and return. "You sort of went away, when
you got pissed off at me." He shrugged. "You asked for help Boss. I did the
only thing I could think of... I slapped you. It worked."
"What in pluperfect hell are you talking about?" Jim asked, still rubbing his
cheek. "I told you to wake me up in an hour, not slap the shit out of me!" He
glared at the boy as he stood. "I'm not that heavy of a sleeper, Sebastian!" he
growled.
"Pluperf-what? You were awake. I didn't touch you to wake you up. I kicked the
damn leg to the couch. You came to sitting up right? I asked you some
questions. You got angry and fucking held Johnson's gun to the bottom of my
chin and then went glossy eyed at me. And confused." He took another good step
backwards, slouching, making himself smaller. "I don't know what to tell you,
that's what happened."
Jim frowned. What the hell was Sebastian going on about? Had the boy lost his
mind? "That's the last time I nap with /you/ in the room, Sebastian. Johnson
never seemed to freak out on me like this..." He took a step towards Sebastian.
"Come here." Voice not exactly threatening, but definitely firm.
Still slouching he made a point of putting the gun on the desk before he moved
to stand in front of Jim. "I didn't freak out. You did." He said rather annoyed
that he'd been telling the truth and Jim didn't believe him. "You don't
remember yelling at me, do you?"
Jim narrowed his eyes as he watched Sebastian put his gun on the desk before
approaching. The idea angered him, but he said nothing about it, and as the boy
approached, he reached forward and grabbed the front of his shirt. Holding him
there, he slapped his face hard, then said, "Don't you ever hit me again, or
I'll chop your fucking hand off."
He growled with the slap but gritted his teeth as he took several slow breaths
before turning his head to look at Jim dead in the eyes. "Fine. Then what do
you want me to do when you do that crap again? You obviously don't believe me.
But you were not at home. No on in the fucking driver's seat. No lights on
behind your eyes. Call Johnson. If he's never hit you, I bet that he knew what
to do when you do ... that."
Jim pushed Sebastian away and walked over to his desk, ignoring whatever the
boy was trying to imply. "Go get something to eat before the afternoon starts.
Once meetings begin, you will do nothing until the last one is over." He sat,
seemingly annoyed at Sebastian but on the inside rather worried that the boy
was insisting that something happened when Jim didn't remember it happening at
all. "Johnson was wrong...you weren't ready."
Running his hand through his hair, he went over to tuck the gun back into his
trousers, and shrug into his jacket. He didn't leave however; he just went and
stood behind Jim off to his left side keeping his gun hand free. "Call Johnson
since you don’t believe me." He didn't say another word. He simply stood there
at parade rest. He could eat later. It would just slow him down if he was
needed anyway.
Jim hit a button on his intercom and told the receptionist that she could send
up the first client when they arrived in a few minutes. At Sebastian's comment,
he rolled his eyes. "Johnson has the day off. I call him only in extreme
emergencies and if you can't fulfill your duties." He turned to look at him as
one would a man that has just severely fucked up a simple task and now can't be
trusted. "Do I need to call him, Sebastian?"
"I can do the damned job. But I can't have /you/ going AWOL on /me/ during a
meeting. Talk to him when he's sober if you don't want to call him now. But
talk to him." He said stubbornly as he stared at the wall in front of him, not
looking at Jim at all.
"Don't tell /me/ how to do /my/ job, boy," he growled in response, turning
angrily to his desk. Sebastian was certainly pushing all the right buttons to
get him whacked in the nose. The only reason why Jim hadn't punched him in the
face is that it didn't look good to have a black eye and be someone's
bodyguard.
"I'm not telling you how to do your job. Frankly I wouldn't know where to
start." He said bluntly. "Besides, you wanted Johnson to train me and try me
out as a body guard and sniper. Pay me to do so. It'd be idiotic to let the man
paying me die or go mental on me." He huffed and schooled his face back to a
bland expression again.
"Sebastian, it would be in your best interest to /stop/ talking now," he said
as a headache began to form, and propping his arms up by his elbows on the
desk, he leaned forward to rub his temples. Who knew working with the boy was
going to be this stressful? He shut up and waited.
Jim acted normal for the rest of the day, or at least as normal as he could be
considering he was a consulting criminal. The first meeting, a man with little
money but big ambitions. Jim threatened to chop his leg off and fuck him with
it if he didn't leave the office, once he began to talk about vengeance on his
cousin's wife for wrecking his boat. Stupid and naive people. This one lasted
about ten minutes. The next one was significantly longer. A man much cockier
than the previous one that knew Jim. "Jimmy boy! Long time no see, babe!" he
greeted him. Jim smiled wryly. "Grant. What brings you to my office?"
Sebastian watched alert but passive. It was interesting that Jim only swore
when he was really, really angry, or when he was aiming to scare the pants off
of someone. The first one fell into the latter category. This second man was
definitely more interesting. Jimmy boy? Babe? The only thing that he did was
blink a bit more often than would be normal.
Grant sat himself comfortably in the chair, grinning at Jim before looking at
Sebastian. "You know....I need some things fixed. Who the fuck is the kid?"
Jim didn't even glance at Sebastian. "Bodyguard. What do you need me to fix for
you?"
Grant had his eyebrows raised as he found out Sebastian was a bodyguard. "No
shit....What, can he grow three times his normal size when angry?"
Sebastian had to resist rolling his eyes at the man but didn't move at all. Was
this what Johnson had to deal with from the other side when Jim was younger?
Jim smirked, but ignored the question. "Grant, I know you and I go back, but
you've come to me in my place of business, I would appreciate it if you
explained to me /why./" He was only partially trying to save Sebastian the
torment of being teased.
Grant, however, continued to watch him, rather impressed at his impassiveness.
"Boy do we...You remember that night in Monaco?" he asked, eyes darting from
the boy to Jim. "We screamed each other's names until we were hoarse and so
sweaty that you actually got dehydrated and we had to stop." He chuckled a lot,
but Jim didn't seem to reciprocate the humor.
That got the man a slow blink of annoyance but he still stayed still, not doing
anything. Eye's still on the wall, Grant just in his field of vision he readied
himself to move, just in case. He wasn't sure what was going on but the fact
that he was new was apparently not exactly a good thing for this man.
Jim rolled his eyes. "Grant, you have ten seconds to tell me what you need, or
I'll have Sebastian throw you out on your ass," he said, leaning back a bit to
allow Grant to decide for himself.
With a sigh, he finally relented. "My sister needs to disappear. She pissed off
some pretty powerful guys, and I have enough to pay for your fee to make her
disappear. I'm just worried about her is all Jim...I swear it."
Ok. Maybe the guy was on the level. Certainly didn't stop him from being ready
to do just what Jim had threatened Grant with. He would certainly be more than
happy to get in a fist fight. But he thought that maybe a gun to the head would
be more effective.
Jim was finally willing to listen, and by the time he had collected all the
details and practically told Grant they were in business together, the other
man was smirking. "You mean you haven't thought about me, Jim?" he asked,
standing but pouting as though he was actually hurt by Jim's lack of response
to it all.
The criminal chuckled, then walked around the desk to place a kiss on the other
man's lips. "How could I possibly forget?"
That finally got a small huff of air in reaction. Hardly more audible than his
breathing was as it was. But he stayed passive, ready to kick the wall later.
Jim heard it though. Grant smiled at the man and took the mile from the inch,
stepping forward to snog Jim sloppily. Jim, who had heard Sebastian's slight
reaction to the kiss and was currently pissed at the boy, kissed back, allowing
himself to be pushed against the desk. Grant was one of those people who,
despite being scum, was attractive and had his own charm. Jim had slept with
him years ago in order to wrap the man around his finger. Instead, it had been
a mutual enjoyment on both men's parts, and Grant was more than encouraged.
Now, he kissed Jim hungrily, though Jim's response was controlled and even.
The corner of Sebastian's eye started to twitch before he managed to contain
it. Now he was just fucking around just to mess with him and that really pissed
him off.
Jim continued to kiss Grant until the man got a little frisky, and then the
criminal breathlessly pushed him off, breathing heavily from mere lack of air.
The man didn't excite him like a certain other man did, and he looked at his
old 'friend' with a smirk as he said, "Get out of my office. I have work to
do."
Grant, who was frowning at the sudden rejection and obviously aroused from the
intense kissing, huffed his indignation, but turned and grabbed his coat. "You
are the most infuriating tease I've ever met...Nothing's changed." Despite
being angry, Grant winked before finally leaving; being one of those rare smart
scumbags who knew that pushing Jim would endanger the well-being of his sister.
He needed Jim's help more than he needed his cock.
The door clicked shut, and Jim grinned to himself.
Sebastian sighed, but all he said was, "When is the next meeting? Or do
criminals not really follow appointments?"
Jim pushed off the desk and walked around to his chair, not even glancing at
the boy. "There is such thing as /organized/ crime, Sebby dear." Within
minutes, another meeting was under way, and a few hours later, the meetings
were finally over. Jim checked his watch. 3 pm. He yawned and leaned back,
shutting his eyes for a moment. It had been a long day. He looked up at
Sebastian when he finally opened them and smirked. "I'm impressed, Sebby. You
haven't moved."
"Fucks sake. I can stand still for a day. I just don't like to." He said
tilting his head to let his neck pop loudly. Even though he had a pleased
expression on his face at the comment. "Home? Or somewhere else?"
Jim grinned. "Go get yourself something to eat. You've earned it." He was being
serious. His anger at the boy had all but disappeared from the quality of his
work, having restricted movement in the slightest. "I need to finish up this
case and set up a surveillance team on Grant's sister. Shouldn't take long, but
since I've known you, this is the longest you've gone without food, I believe."
He chuckled at that and rubbed his temples again. What was with this headache?
Sebastian didn't hesitate this time. He disappeared out the door. He came back
within half an hour with a tray with a couple different types of tea for Jim.
Two clearly decaf for the headache he guessed Jim was getting. But after his
spell earlier he wasn't surprised. And two sandwiches for himself and a rather
black coffee. He chose to keep standing, less likely to get food on himself as
he ate.
Jim blinked at the tray that Sebastian brought back, interested in the fact
that the boy hadn't even questioned his lack of food and somewhat surprised
that despite Jim's poking earlier, he still brought him some tea. He reached
forward and grabbed a cup, taking a small sip...then fell into a choking fit as
he realized it tasted like burnt toast smothered in ash. "Jesus,
Sebastian...what did you do to this tea?"
"I didn't do anything to it. I don't drink it. I just ordered a few different
blends 'cuz I don't know what you like." He said evenly. He didn't mention he'd
ordered the pine needle tea just for shit's' n'giggles.
Jim set the cup down, not really wanting anymore of whatever the hell that was,
but not giving Sebastian anymore hell about it. "Alright. I've set up
everything that needs to be done for the day. We can go home, unless there's
somewhere else you want to go?" Jim was feeling a little generous today.
Sebastian had really impressed him, and he had been convinced he would be asked
for a piss break or hear the boy's stomach growling.
His lip twitched as he slouched a bit, leaning against the wall. "I've got
stuff you want me to read and those books. That'll take time. Besides I wanna
look that gun up. If I can figure the computer out." That and he really wanted
to corner Johnson. And that seemed the best way of doing it quickly. Pounce as
soon as he got there.
Jim tipped back in his chair to look at Sebastian upside down and then got up
without a word, Sebastian following at his heels to the car and home. After
arriving Jim sat down on the edge of the bed and stuck a finger in between the
buttons of Sebastian’s shirt and tugged.
Pulling back he followed the pull of his shirt so he was looking down at Jim.
Chuckling, he curled his fingers deliberately. "Yes Boss?" He asked as if
understating the ironic nature of their position.
Jim's eyes rolled back as he arched his back up to try to reach his sniper. He
huffed a breath of frustration at Sebastian's need to be constantly humored,
and with a growl, he reached up and punched him in the jaw, not hard enough to
throw him off but hard enough to hurt. Then, in a confusing turn of events,
grabbed the back of his hair and pulled him into a rough kiss, teeth hitting
together and cutting someone's lip....He wasn't sure whose.
That got a growl from Sebastian around his split lip. "You son of a..." He
trailed off into a chuckle. Blood pooling into the kiss he rucked Jim’s
trousers off then his own. Edging up between Jim's legs he slicked himself and
shoved in.
Interesting....Jim didn't miss the fact that Sebastian seemed to enjoy the
blood and pain. Jim had guessed as much, but it wasn't 100% until now. That
turned him on even more, and as the boy's blood leaked into his mouth, he
nipped at the split lip, sucking it into his mouth. However, everything stopped
as his mouth fell open in a mouth, head flying back into the mattress as the
boy entered him. He immediately hooked his legs around Sebastian's lower back
to pull him deeper, vision going almost white.
Sebastian devolved into a rutting mess of lust. Bleeding, pain blending into
pleasure he slipped into Russian, then to Welsh, almost in a commentary of what
he was doing, enjoying. His brain short circuiting. He bit Jim's shoulder hard
enough to break the skin, very nearly lapping the blood up.
Jim squeezed around Sebastian in arousal at the Russian, then added a soft moan
as he heard the Welsh, rolling his hips up to meet the thrusts of desperation
from the boy. He hissed as he was bitten, but it was a noise of carnal
pleasure, and his hands pull the man's shirt up so he could claw at his back.
As much as he wanted to tear him to shreds, he was still conscious of the fact
that too much pressure would cause the skin to break, and that would stain
Sebastian's perfectly new suit.
His pace faltered as he pressed into the claws in his back. "Fuck, Jim..." He
groaned into his shoulder. Picking up his pace again he buried his face into
Jim’s neck panting in a near whine. He was trying to hold back but his teenage
body wasn't holding up to the twice in a row very well.
Jim grinned to himself at Sebastian's curse; grabbing the back of his hair and
pulling his head close as he rocked his hips with each of Sebastian's heavy
thrusts. "Come, Tiger...I know you fucking want to," he growled at him, holding
back because, again, the suit.
Sebastian lost it, shuddering into Jim, nails clawing into his hips as he tried
to get closer, further inside Jim, with a shout. Eyes out of focus he slumped
down on top of him, heedless of what Jim needed, mind a white fuzz.
Jim gasped at the nails on his skin and the push further into him, legs
tightening around Sebastian's waist even more to pull him in as the boy emptied
himself into him. It took every ounce of self-control to not cum at that very
moment, biting his lip until it bled and clenching Sebastian's skin. He cried
out as the boy fell on top of him, and gasped, "Off....Seba-AHh, God, Tiger, /
MOVE!/" he commanded, weakly trying to push the boy away so his erection
wouldn't be trapped between them.
Sebastian blinked and shook his head roughly. The name Tiger spurring him to
move, pulling out shifting to the side. "Yes Boss." He half slurred in to Jim's
neck.
Jim breathed a heavy sigh of relief as his cock was freed from its prison, and
he reached down and began to pump himself, breathing heavily as he did so. "/
Fuck,/" he growled breathlessly as he came onto his stomach, angry that he
couldn't come before, with Sebastian inside of him. Panting, he wrapped an arm
around Sebastian's neck to hold him close, careful to keep his bleeding
shoulder and soiled stomach away from his clothing as he said, "That's
it.....before we have sex, your suit comes off."
Sebastian blearily looked at Jim. And knowing it had to be a stupid question he
still asked, "Why?" Around a huge yawn. He gave up keeping his head up and
simply curled up into Jims arm.
Jim snorted. "£15,000, ruined in a single evening. I may be wealthy, but that's
something even I wouldn't laugh at." He squeezed him for a moment before
sighing. "Get some fucking pajamas on or something. I'm going to get a shower."
He pushed at Sebastian.
"Oh. Well that makes sense." He grumbled getting up. He stretched popping his
neck as he shuffled off. He mostly hung up the suit, deciding to ignore the bit
of blood on the collar. He padded back towards Jim and the bathroom not caring
a lick he was just in his pants that were only half pulled back up. Dropping
pajamas on the sink he got in Jims shower and started it a bit smug that he'd
beaten Jim to it.
Jim lay in bed for a moment before sighing and rolling onto his feet lithely.
He enjoyed Sebastian immensely, but keeping this up would cripple him, he
decided, as he gasped in pain from the sudden and exaggerated movement. He
stretched, then stumbled, naked, out into the hall and towards the bathroom. As
he approached he heard the water running and narrowed his eyes at the light
leaking out from underneath the door. With a snarl, he crept in silently and
walked over to the toilet while Sebastian showered. Folding his arms and
leaning against the cold tile wall, he smirked as he flushed, waiting for the
screams from the hot water.
Sebastian flailed backwards into the wall farthest from the hot water,
spluttering in a mix of half dozen languages worth of swearing. When he'd
managed to get important bits covered he ducked his head outside the curtain.
"Bastard. I wanted to join you not get roasted."
Jim smirked and pushed off the wall, reaching his hand in to test the water.
"You really don't like being alone, do you?" he asked, thinking about how
Sebastian had hardly left his side all day, even when he had practically
stormed out of the room earlier. Jim supposed that was a good quality in a
bodyguard. He just hoped the boy wouldn't get too attached...After all,
emotions was a weakness. Once he had determined that the water was an okay
temperature, he climbed in, pushing Sebastian back to get under the water
himself. "All in good fun, dear...Besides, I like my tigers hot."
"I..." He honestly didn't know what to say about that. To the point that he
didn't do more than splutter a bit more when he was pushed under the spray. He
sort of shrugged and turned away from Jim, grabbing the body wash. "I wouldn't
know. Never been around anyone worth a damn." He winced as soap got on his
split lip but said nothing more about it.
Jim was actually almost moved by the statement that said Sebastian thought he
was worth a damn....Almost. He knew he was worth a helluva lot, and the opinion
of an orphan boy could hardly change that. But for some reason it made him
smile. He grabbed the rag from Sebastian and began to clean the boy's chest
with it, reaching forward and rubbing a thumb over the split lip.
Sighing softly he leaned into the touch right up until he winced away from
Jim's thumb. Just long enough to scowl at him briefly before turning back to
the spray. "Not good enough an answer or something?" He wasn't used to not
having a smart response from Jim.
"No....it was a good answer....A bit of a suck-up, though, aren't you?" he
said, thought his heart was not in the tease as he just enjoyed the warm water
falling on him and the body he was currently rubbing clean with a gentle hand.
Sebastian turned enough to roll his eyes. "And you can be a wanker." It was
equally as obvious that it was all talk. It wasn't exactly a denial either. He
rotated his shoulder into Jims hand with a comfortable stretch.
Jim chuckled a bit, moving the rag to his own torso to clean at the bite mark
on his shoulder. "Your point?" he asked, shivering a bit at the small amount of
pain from the tiny wound. He flicked the rag at Sebastian, flinging soapy and
slightly red water across his chest.
Sebastian snorted mildly amused. "Other than the obvious. Nothin' really."
Eyeing the shiver he asked with hardly a trace of sarcasm, “Gonna live there?"
"No thanks to you," he growled, squeezing the rag a bit before moving it down
to his stomach to wash off the cum from his wank. He snorted a bit at the
irony. He said nothing else about that, dropping the rag onto the floor of the
tub when he was done. "Was there a reason you wanted to crowd the shower,
Tiger, or did you just want to hog the hot water so I get cold?"
He shifted out from under the spray, sliding around Jim, body to body briefly,
to lean against the shower wall. "Your body wet isn't a good enough excuse?" He
said with a chuckle. "I could always get out and just leave you to your wobbly
knees."
Jim rolled his eyes at Sebastian's comment, but quickly moved under the water,
breathing a sigh of relief at the warm solace it brought. He turned to look at
Sebastian, glancing up and down him before running a hand down his slipper wet
abdomen. "/My/ wobbly knees?" He grabbed the boy's cock hard for a moment
before letting go, turning to bend down and show his ass off as he grabbed the
rag from the floor.
He went up on his toes with more of a squeak than the hot water had gotten out
of him. "A joke come on Boss." When the momentary flair of protecting the
family jewels vanished, he slouched against the wall putting him just within
arm’s length of his arse. Which he admired for a long moment. Before he pinched
it and fled for drier, safer grounds.
Jim gasped and stood quickly, turning to growl at Sebastian for the pinch.
"Bastard..." He rinsed himself off with a smirk though, Then turned the water
off and stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying himself off before mussing his
hair dry and leaving it a mess, grabbing Sebastian's pajamas as he walked out
wordlessly and headed back to his room, grinning fiendishly.
"Hey!" Sebastian called after him, hurrying to wrap up in a dry towel. He
followed quickly, dripping some water to the floor as he did. Only back
tracking for the small med kit under the sink. He tossed it to the bed before
sitting down beside it. Eyeing Jim's shoulder and the bite mark he got sort if
a lopsided grin on his face. That mark would last a while.
Jim sat on the bed naked as he waited for Sebastian to show up, and then
frowned when he saw him in a towel. "You're too modest, sweetheart," he teased
before noticing the med kit. Ignoring the look on the boy's face in regard to
the injury, he asked, "Do you know how to treat wounds?"
Sebastian made a face and took off the towel to toss it in Jim's face. "Not a
sweetheart." He said automatically. Before sighing and opened the kit. "Salve
and bandage at this point. No need for anything drastic." He huffed. "Not like
I'm infected with anythin'." He dug out the supplies with a confidence that
showed exactly how often he'd had to take care of himself.
Jim shoved the towel away, smiling. "Whatever you say, dear," he teased
lightly, watching Sebastian work on getting the supplies ready. The boy knew
what he was doing, he'd give him that. Curious, he tilted his head to the side
to give him better access as he asked, "Why does my Tiger know so much about
this kind of thing, hmmm?"
"Cuz I was the only one bothering to give a damn about myself when I was too
small to defend myself against the older boys. A broken arm later and ya learn
right quick how to doctor yourself outta a book or keep having it broke for
you." He flexed his left arm in a way that showed it hadn't quite lined up all
the way, years ago. "Cast woulda done it better. Made do with sticks and string
and a sweater all winter."
Jim listened, rather impressed with the boy. This was the kind of person he had
been looking for to work for him for years. And he had just stumbled upon him,
in his own house nonetheless. The fact that the boy had stuck around and seemed
to kindle feelings for the criminal helped as well. That would mean loyalty,
and obedience later on. But the last thing he would ever feel towards Sebastian
would be pity. He was sure that was the last thing that the boy wanted as well.
He was a fighter. "Maybe you should have just learned to fight better," he
mused after a few moments.
Just for that Sebastian flicked open the bottle of alcohol and dumped a fair
portion of it on the open wound. With an even expression he said, "Whoops."
Before roughly applying the salve and slapping a quick and secure bandage over
it.
Jim hissed when the alcohol was poured on the open wound, fingers gripping the
sheets and knuckles turning white as he squeezed his eyes shut. He had half a
mind to throw his fist at Sebastian's nose, but he had kind of deserved it, so
he let it go. Once Sebastian not-all-too-gently finished dressing the wound,
Jim opened his eyes and smirked. "Your job resume grows every day."
Sebastian snorted, tucking the supplies away in the kit. "It’s not like I'll
really need one of those. Unless you die. And that'd be stupid on my part." He
tossed the kit to land neatly on top of his stolen pajamas and stretched out on
the bed comfortably. "You gonna sleep or what?"
He shrugged. "You have a point there, Sebby." With a chuckled he crawled up
and, on an impulse decision (something Jim wasn't really known for), he pushed
himself up against Sebastian in a cuddly manner, yawning to make the situation
even more sickeningly cute as he curled up naked to sleep.
He sighed, "Must you?" He said in a soft whine. But he reached back and snagged
Jim's arm and looped it over his side. For logics sake of keeping an eye on
him. Then grabbed the blanket and covered them both up. "I'll make you a deal."
He said a bit out of the blue. "Tell me what is it about wanting to see my
hands when I'm at attention and I’ll try and not bitch about Sebby." His
question showing he was constantly thinking about things and Jim in particular.
Jim paused for a moment, a little confused about the randomness of the question
and, well, the relevancy of it. Why did it concern Sebastian so much?
Regardless, he did have to think for a moment about his answer before giving
it. "The position is referred to as the 'broken zipper' position. It means you
are covering your genitals, and it's a sign of vulnerable and defected
feelings. I will let you decide what that means to me."
That didn't make much sense to him, so he shrugged and closed his eyes. He
hadn't actually said it was a deal either so. "Whatever Boss. If I mind my junk
getting squashed I'm weak but you like that? Cause I follow that logic."
Jim laughed at Sebastian's conclusion. "Think of it this way, Tiger. A
submissive dog curls its tail between its legs when it approaches an alpha. The
reason that this is considered a sign of submissiveness is because the lower
dog is protecting its arse....Literally. It means that the dog has fear of the
dominant one. That it respects the alpha's position enough to know that it
should be scared."
"Not a dog." He grumbled. "And how you get off on comparing us to dogs?" The
whole idea of needing to guard himself around Jim very strange. "You’re Boss.
That ought to do."
Jim rolled his eyes and sighed exasperatedly. "It's not that you are protecting
yourself from me, Sebastian. It's that you are displaying your fear in my
presence....I didn't make the damn rules, that's just nature." He closed his
eyes, frustrated that he was having to explain all of this in such a manner. "I
only compared us to dogs because they exhibit this behavior the most openly.
We're all mammals, Sebby dear........And you are very much my dog."
Sebastian pulled Jim's hand up and bit it. "Tiger. Your Tiger. I wasn't
standing' for kitten, you really think dog would fly?" He paused and plowed on.
"Stupid rules. Getting in the way."
"Ow!" Jim complained, though he didn't pull his hand back. Instead, he just
looked up at Sebastian with a smirk. "Alright...geez. You are persnickety." But
he wasn't going to complain too much. Sebastian had said /his/ Tiger.....and
that was enough to let him look past Sebastian's complaint without so much as a
blink. "Getting in the way of what, /Tiger/?"
"Fun. Murder. Mayhem. The stuff that's not boring. Makes it worth not getting
caught and making the government pay for room and board for life." A very dim
outlook on life at 15. It had been that or the army, which would have been
rules as well but in a war zone.
Jim chuckled. Definitely a good choice. And yet, still a very odd point of
view. "Tiger, if you ever get caught, I will put the bullet in your eye myself.
There is no excuse for being that sloppy." He knew Sebastian would hardly put
himself in that kind of position, but he did want him to know what would happen
if he did. "And don't worry, sweetheart," he said, using the nickname again.
"You haven't even seen fun yet."
"Go to sleep old man." He grumbled as he elbowed Jim behind him lightly. "Can't
have fun half asleep."
Jim smiled again, and he really couldn't remember when he had smiled this much.
It made his face hurt. "Sweet dreams, Tiger."
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