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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_-_Fandom, Sherlock_BBC, Sherlock_Holmes_&_Related_Fandoms
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Moran/Jim_Moriarty, Sebastian_Moran_&_Jim_Moriarty, Severin
      Moran/Richard_Brook, Severin_Moran_&_Richard_Brook, Jim_Moriarty/Molly
      Hooper, John_Watson/Mary_Morstan, Mycroft_Holmes/Greg_Lestrade, Mycroft
      Holmes_&_Greg_Lestrade
  Character:
      Jim_Moriarty, Sebastian_Moran, Severin_Moran, Richard_Brook, Eurus
      Holmes, Sherrinford_Holmes, Sherlock_Holmes, Mycroff_Holmes, John_Watson,
      Greg_Lestrade, Mrs._Hudson, Molly_Hooper
  Additional Tags:
      Drug_Abuse, Addiction, Self_Harm, Rape, Murder, Torture, Suicide,
      attempted_suicide, sucidal_thoughts, bipolar, Cancer, Past_Child_Abuse,
      Post-Traumatic_Stress_Disorder_-_PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Dom/
      sub, Anal_Sex, Rough_Sex, Sex_Toys, Psychological_Torture, Psychopath
  Series:
      Part 2 of JimJam_and_the_Tiger
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-04 Updated: 2018-01-23 Chapters: 18/? Words: 54369
****** The Webs We Weave ******
by The_man_with_the_key
Summary
     Years after Jim and Sebastian met, the empire had grown into
     something beautiful. Nothing could compare to it. However Jim gets
     bored easily, and therefore games must be played. Thankfully
     Sebastian is on hand to make sure he doesn't do anything too
     insane...
     Is a part of a series but can be read alone!
Notes
     The warnings from the last one apply here, probably more than they do
     there. A lot of things will be mentioned from the last book. This
     doesn't follow straight on from where we left off.
     Sebastian is probably gonna be a prick in this. Idk. Jim will most
     definitely be a prick. Just enjoy...
***** Together *****
Chapter Summary
     Jim is annoyed about something and Sebastian has to put up with it.
Chapter Notes
     Please let me know your thoughts on this guys. Idk about third person
     but I'll probably write most of the chapters like ages this story
     easier and works better.
     Twitter: JimMoriartyxo
     Instagram: JimMoriartyxo
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Jim and Sebastian had known each other for three years, and things hadn't got
much better. They spent their days killing and torturing. The empire had grown
into something of fear, the thing of nightmares. They were the most powerful
and dangerous men in England and therefore the biggest threat to society, and
yet; no one knew a thing about them.
Jim Moriarty. The spider that created the web, his dark eyes that stared down
on you as he prepared your death. His mind constantly thinking up new ways to
instill fear in people's hearts and tear down their dreams. His smile that
would haunt you until the day you died, like a Cheshire Cat spying on you from
the shadows. His voice, no matter how ridiculous, instilled dread into anyone
who would hear it.
And Sebastian Moran. The ex-colonel, the disgraced soldier, the best sniper in
the business. The man who showed emotions and showed that he was loyal, which
only made him more terrifying. The way his eyes would light up as he saw the
blood running down your face and his lips would twitch into a smirk, as his
orders were announced. Each punch or kick or shot delivered would cause him
great pleasure. The sickening laugh that echoed as he went about doing his
bosses dirty work. He was the man you did not want to hear the name of, for
once you heard his name, you knew you were not going to survive.
Men would walk the streets in fear of those who worked for the duo. Their heads
down and collars turned up to avoid being seen as they moved through the
shadows at night. They watched each corner and prayed each day would not be
their last. Their worlds being torn apart from the paralysing fear that the
magpie would appear on their doorstep.
And throughout the whole of England, their whole empire, the whole underworld,
there was only one man who could survive being around the magpie. One man who
could stand up to the magpie and not be killed for it. Only one man Jim
Moriarty would actually listen to. Sebastian Moran...
•••
"Where the fuck is my phone!" Jim screamed, almost falling over the carpet
spread over the floor. Sebastian sighed, reaching out his hand to the coffee
table and picking up the small device the criminal had been looking for.
"Exactly where you left it, boss." He groaned, holding it up for him to see.
Jim rolled his eyes, moving towards the blond and snatching the phone from his
hand, and quickly unlocking it. Sebastian ignored his presence, continuing to
watch the latest football match that he'd missed, after doing another job for
the mastermind himself.
Jim typed quickly as he tried to put the finishing touches on his latest
scheme. A Chinese smugglers ring that had been trying to get into England for
months now. The perfect way to start branching out. "Get your feet off the
couch, Moran! And go get a shower." He scoffed once he had finished.
Sebastian looked up at him, rolling his eyes and ignored him. He was stressed.
Jim always got like this when he was stressed, he would never admit it though.
He would develop OCD and start nitpicking at every little thing. Last time it
was the way the windows were slightly too far apart. Needless to say that house
was scrapped and they moved into a new apartment.
Jim grew more annoyed at the disobedience of his sniper, and moved to stand in
front of him. "Moran! Shower!" He yelled, hitting him over the head and turning
off the television. Sebastian sat up within seconds, grabbing Jim's wrist and
pulling him down onto his lap. "Moran! Get off of me!" He screamed, struggling
against the stronger mans arms which were now wrapped tightly around him.
"Nope. Not until you calm down." He growled, holding his employer tighter.
"You're stressed and it's annoying. So calm the fuck down!" Jim continued to
struggle, his anger only getting worse as Sebastian held him tighter.
"Let's kill something." He announced, as he stopped moving. Sebastian raised an
eyebrow at him. This is not how it usually went. Jim looked back at him and
smirked, "Let's kill someone." He repeated.
Sebastian stayed silent, Jim was not usually like this. He would scream, then
he would threaten him, then they'd fight. Sebastian would then pin him down and
Jim would threaten him again. Finally he'd calm down an hour later after
Sebastian told him his suit was probably ruined and they'd need to get him a
new one. Or if it was really bad, he'd lock him in the spare room and call
Richard.
"Who are we gonna kill?" Sebastian asked after a few minutes of silence. Jim
struggled a little more, turning around to sit sideways on Sebastian's lap.
"Let's kill Sherrinford Holmes." Jim grinned. Sebastian's blood ran cold as the
name was mentioned, his skin going pale and filling his whole body with dread.
Sebastian swallowed, and picked his boss boss up, carrying him through the
house and into the basement. Jim struggled, and screamed as he realised what
was happening, attempting to claw at Sebastian's arms.
"I'm calling Richard." He informed the smaller man, placing him down in the
spare room they had down there. It was empty except for some carpet and a
blanket, with a small pile of pillows in the corner. Sebastian and Richard had
designed it specifically for these moments and had made sure it could only be
locked and unlocked from outside.
Jim continued to scream as the colonel placed him down on the cushions, quickly
turning and leaving the room. Jim banged his fists against the steel, his voice
muffled as he shouted threats through the door.
Sebastian slid down to sit on the floor. It killed him every time he had to do
this. The first time he and Richard had done it, they found Jim three hours
later finally calm but panicking in the corner. Tears streamed from his eyes
and he had clawed at his skin until he bled.
When Richard had finally got him to talk about it, Jim had told him he didn't
want to be alone. Therefore they had placed a small window in the door, with a
cage around it to stop him from smashing the glass.
Sebastian would usually sit on the floor, just below the window until he calmed
down. Jim knew he was there, and every so often Sebastian would knock on the
glass to reassure him. It also meant they could make sure he wasn't trying to
hurt himself.
"Richard? It's Sebastian." He spoke once the younger twin had answered the
phone. Richard sighed on the other end. "He's having one of those days. There's
something not right though."
Jim continued to scream and Sebastian could hear as he struggled to breath,
reaching up and knocking on the glass window. "It started out like usual, just
nitpicking, and when I pulled him down to calm him, he suddenly stopped." He
began to explain. Richard was confused, that was a good thing wasn't it? "Then
he mentioned that he wanted to kill someone."
"Who..." Richard struggled to speak, this wasn't normal. He understood that
now.
"Sherrinford Holmes." Sebastian informed him, as Jim began to get quieter. He
was no longer screaming, instead just banging against the door. Sebastian stood
up, looking through the window and finding Jim sat with back against the door,
hitting his fist against it every so often. "I put him in the basement, he's
calming down now, but I'm worried about him."
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes." Richard panicked, hanging up the phone. I
placed mine on the floor, watching as Jim made his way over the pillows in the
far corner of the room and wrapped himself up in the blanket. The man had no
sympathy, empathy. He didn't feel happy or sad. He didn't even feel love or
hate. He just felt anger. Until he got in that room. Then he was vulnerable.
"Richard's on his way." Sebastian spoke into the microphone they had installed,
switching on the mic in the room as well. Jim stayed quiet, curling up further
into the blanket. "Do you want anything?"
"No..." He mumbled, his eyes fluttering closed. "Yes... Will you put some music
on?" He asked after a moment. Sebastian gave a small smile. It was wrong, but
he liked this version of Jim. The version on he saw. Even Richard didn't see
this version, he put a mask on for Richard. This wasn't an act though, this was
Jim. Exhausted and broken, but beautiful in every way.
Sebastian grabbed his phone, searching through the playlist he had made for
this situation, putting on a song he knew Jim loved. The theiving magpie, the
song that made his name. He played it when torturing people, on a loop for days
and days. He liked it and didn't mind listening to it through the CCTV footage,
but for those who were in that room, listening to the music at such a defeating
volume, it was horrifying.
Jim hummed along, his whole body relaxing into the pillows. "When is Richard
gonna be here?" He asked.
Sebastian checked the clock, "Ten minutes." Jim nodded his head, listening to
the music and continuing to calm himself down. Sebastian watched, his heart
breaking as he saw the pain Jim went through every time this happened. He loved
Jim. He had finally admitted it to himself six months ago, and was struggling
to cope.
Richard walked into the room a few minutes later, and Jim composed himself,
moving to the middle of the room and sitting with his legs crossed and the
blanket discarded. Sebastian paused the music, turning to face the twin and
switched off the microphones quickly. "He's calm, but be careful." He told him,
unlocking the door.
"Hey, Jim? Is it okay for me to join you?" He asked, standing at the door frame
and waiting for an answer. Jim nodded and watched closely as his brother
entered the room, before he shook his head. Richard moved back again and stood
in the door frame, a routine they went through every time this happened.
They waited a few minutes, his eyes watching the younger man as he fought with
himself to let him into the room, when his eyes darted to Sebastian. Richard
raised an eyebrow as Sebastian gave him a puzzled look. "Seb..." He mumbled,
looking down at the floor. "Can I talk to you first?"
Sebastian looked at Richard, almost as if asking permission, when he nodded.
Sebastian cautiously moved into the room, sitting in front of Jim. Richard
closed the door, covering the glass window like Sebastian had done for them,
and made sure the microphones were switched off.
"What's up, boss?" He asked. Jim stood up, walking over to the blanket and
picking it up. Sebastian gave him another puzzled look and watched closely as
he walked back over to him, sitting in Sebastian's lap and wrapping the blanket
around them both, moving Sebastian's arms around his waist and resting his head
on the snipers chest.
"I don't want to talk to Richard yet." He mumbled, curling up and closing his
eyes.
"Why don't you just tell him that?" Sebastian wondered aloud, looking down at
the smaller man. Jim shrugged and pulled the blanket closer to him.
"I don't want him to see me like this." He mumbled. Sebastian furrowed his
eyebrows and held him close, as he felt Jim starting to fidget slightly.
"He's your twin brother... I'm sure he's seen you like this before, boss."
Sebastian argued, still not understanding his employers way of thinking,
"Surely you'd prefare him to see you like this than your employee."
Jim shook his head, and Sebastian could hear his breathing growing steady. "I
trust you... He'll try and help me, you'll listen." He mumbled, as he slowly
began to fall asleep. Sebastian nodded in understanding and continued to hold
the criminal in his arms. "Richard has good intentions but I don't want help...
I'm fine. I just need someone to listen and to argue with me... Someone who
won't just tell me what I want to hear..."
"Okay, Jim. If that's what you want, then I'll continue to do that." He smiled,
and took one of Sebastian's hands in his, lacing their fingers together.
"Thank you, Seb." He whispered, and fell asleep. Sebastian nodded, his lips
curling up into a small smile. Jim had done this two other times in the past,
the first; he was drunk and had just found out that Richard had been attacked.
He had wanted to kill Severin, until he found out he had been hospitalised with
a bullet wound.
Jim was panicking, he didn't know what to do, all he did was cry and scream.
For weeks he was constantly causing arguments and fights and had been locked in
the basement for twelve hours a day. Sebastian struggled as well and by the end
of the week Jim realised how bad his sniper was really feeling, having not been
able to be with his brother.
When Sebastian opened the door Jim wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled
him to the pile of pillows, getting him to sit down, and curling up in his lap,
wrapping them both in the blanket. They stayed that way for eighteen hours,
watching films on Jim's laptop and sitting in silence.
Richard had found them the next day, Severin stood beside them as they saw the
two sleeping men. That was the same day Richard announced he was going to be a
father. A long term girlfriend of his was pregnant. No one had ever seen Jim
look so happy, not genuinely like he had been that day. Unfortunately the
mother died in childbirth, but the baby was born healthy. A little girl, which
he named Layla.
Jim loved her, in his own emotionless way. The day she was born he went
overboard on gifts. Dresses and teddys and toys and pyjamas. He was constantly
trying to find time to spend with her and Richard had even trusted Jim enough
to let her spend a few nights with him.
Then someone found out about her, threatened they would kill her. Jim stopped
spending time with her. He avoided spending any time with her at all, afraid
she would be hurt or killed and it would all be his fault. That was the second
time Sebastian had done this with him.
He got called away from his job, sent to kill the man who had threatened him
and when he came home he found Jim crying in the basement. He had locked
himself in the room willingly, taking his laptop and phone with him, watching
small videos he had of the two of them together. Sebastian held him tightly for
almost two days, keeping him close at all times. The only privacy he had was in
the bathroom, and they even slept in the same bed. Jim was destroyed.
This was the third. And he had no idea what had brought it on... Richard
switched the microphone on, the quiet buzz echoing through the room.
"Everything okay?" He asked quietly. Sebastian looked back at the window in the
door; still covered.
"He's asleep... It's really bad, Rich. I don't know what's brought it on
though." Sebastian whispered, rocking the smaller man slightly, as he started
to stir at the quiet talking.
"I'll unlock the door okay, I've got to get home, it's Layla's birth..." He
trailed off, and Sebastian heard him gasp quietly. Layla's first birthday.
"You go home, Rich. When he wakes up I'll talk to him and see if I can convince
him to see her..." He suggested, resting his forehead on top of Jim's head. Of
course that's what's wrong, he's not stressed. Well he is. That's not why he's
upset though. "Or I'll find another way to fix this..."
Richard understood why he didn't go near his daughter. He understood it was her
own protection, and he understood that it tore his brother apart. "Okay...
Please get him to come over. And I want you there too. There's something I need
to tell him." Sebastian hummed in reply as Richard clicked the door open,
resting a small brick between the door and the doorframe, so they could get out
again.
"He'll be there... I promise." Sebastian spoke quietly, as Jim began to stir
again, frowning in his sleep and starting to whimper slightly. Sebastian could
hear Richards footsteps growing quieter as he sat there, holding the younger
man to his chest. "Jim..." He whispered, noticing the distress he was in, and
shaking him slightly.
Jim woke up with a start, quickly relaxing against Sebastian and looking up at
him. "Richards gone... I need to ask you something though." Sebastian told him,
as Jim moved off of him, their fingers still laced together. Jim nodded
allowing him to speak, still exhausted and vulnerable. "Are you angry because
it's Layla's birthday today and you refuse to see her?"
Jim's eyes widened as Sebastian asked the question. "I do not refuse to see
her!" He argued, but it was weak and Sebastian could hear the pain in his
voice. "You know why I can't see her."
"Jim she'll be okay. Severin is living with them, and he's just as good as I
am. He'll keep her safe." Sebastian argued. Jim shook his head, looking down at
the floo, his eyes filling with tears. "Richard wants you to be there. He has
something to tell you and said to go see him."
"I can't! What if someone-"
"Jim!" Sebastian yelled, cutting him off. Jim looked up at him. "This is your
brother and your niece were talking about. It's her first birthday, you are
going."
"Mora-"
"No. You do not get a say in this. I will be there and Severin will be there,
if anyone tries anything at all, they will not survive." Sebastian argued. Jim
sighed and nodded. He wasn't going to give up an opportunity to see Layla.
"Good. Now go change, we have to go shopping before we see her."
"If anything goes wrong, Moran." He started, as he stood up and began to leave
the room. Sebastian hummed in reply following closely, not trusting Jim to not
lock him in... Again.
***** Layla *****
Chapter Summary
     Layla's first birthday and all Jim wants to do is run. But what does
     Richard want to tell him?
Chapter Notes
     I wrote two little mini fics to go with this series so please,
     please, please go check them out. Don't forget to comment and like
     though!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jim went over board with the gifts, bags upon bags full of toys and clothes,
each specifically chosen by Jim by their 'level of adorableness'. Sebastian had
opted to just buying a small doll for the child and the newest Disney film,
despite his bosses disapproving eyes and begging for him to buy her something
better.
The car sped down the roads easily, a stark contrast to the almost unmovable
traffic of the city. Sebastian's mind racing as he assessed every possibly
situation that could come about as they were with the toddler. Every escape
route being thought of and every hiding spot remembered. His hands clasping the
wheel firmly as he tried to map out a route to get everyone to safety if they
were already in the house. A plan to keep Jim safe and alive, while protecting
the rest of the family. Especially the little girl.
His mind was still racing with tactics and overly thought out plans of survival
when Jim's voice broke through the silence of the car. "Can't we just drop this
stuff off and leave?" Jim whined as they got closer to the house.
"Jim you are going to see your niece," Sebastian sighed. This was the fourth
time they'd had this conversation since they left the house, and although he
knew Jim had a good reason to want to avoid his brother's child, he couldn't
deal with another meltdown. "We'll stay for an hour, and then we'll go home."
He bargained, pulling up outside the younger twins house.
Sebastian was nervous as he slowly climbed out of the car. Jim was changeable.
His personality changed quicker than the English weather, just because he was
outside his niece's house didn't mean he wouldn't hesitate to shoot someone
between the eyes.
Jim looked through the window, wrapping his arms around himself. "What if
someone finds us here?" He mumbled, as the sniper opened the door for him.
Sebastian placed a hand on the smaller man's shoulder, squeezing it gently. His
eyes were full of sympathy and he could see the eternal battle the man was
having, his thoughts whirling in his head as he tried to convince himself that
everything would be okay.
"I've got a plan for every possibly scenario, Jim. Now come on, Layla's
waiting, and apparently she can talk now!" Jim took a deep breath looking up at
the blond. He cautiously stepped out of the car, looking around and collecting
the bags of gifts. "You go ahead, I'll get these." Sebastian said, shooing him
away. Jim rubbed the back of his neck, slowly walking towards the front door of
his childhood home.
He hesitated as he reached the door, his hand hovering just inches away from
the wood. The street was silent, not a person in sight and it only made him
more nervous. In a sick way he wanted someone to attack him, to cause a problem
so he had a reason to never come back. So he had a reason to never feel this
way again. Eurus had tried to destroy all emotion inside of him, but when it
came to his brother, his niece, Sebastian... He couldn't switch it off.
Jim finally worked up the courage to knock, after a quick glance towards
Sebastian. Severin answered the door within seconds, raising an eyebrow when he
found Jim stood there. "H-hey..." Jim mumbled, looking up at him, "Where's
Richy?" Severin nodded towards the living room, scared to say anything in case
Jim blew up at him. "Thanks..." He whispered, pushing past him.
Sebastian made his way towards the door, the bags hitting against his legs.
"Alright, Sev?" He asked, as he got to the door, placing the bags down and
turning to lock the car. Severin nodded, wrapping an arm around his brother's
shoulders and smiling at him.
"You actually got him here?" Severin stated, but it was more of a question as
if he couldn't believe he had just seen the Irish man.Sebastian nodded picking
up the gifts again and shifting them into the hallway. Severin helped, before
leading his twin into the other room, his eyes falling on Jim instantly. "Want
anything to drink?" He asked, trying to put the man at ease.
Jim was sitting in the corner of the room, curled up in an arm chair, hugging
his knees to his chest. His eyes were still slightly bloodshot from earlier and
he looked exhausted. "Tea, please..." He mumbled, looking around the room, his
eyes constantly darting to the window.
Sebastian sighed, sitting down on the opposite side of the room, starting up a
conversation with Richard as Layla looked around at the now unfamiliar men. Her
large brown eyes glistening with interest as she stared at Jim.
Richard ran his hand through her hair absentmindedly, as she opened and closed
her mouth, looking like a goldfish as she tried to find the words.
"Jim..." A quiet voice spoke up. Jim's head snapped up, a puzzled look on his
face. "Jim..." It spoke again. Sebastian and Richard fell silent, as they
looked at the young girl, a smile etched onto their faces. Jim seemed to relax
within seconds, unravelling himself. "Jim!" She demanded, reaching her hands
out towards her uncle and making a grabbing motion.
Richard tilted his head to the side, placing her down on the floor. "I suppose
she wants you?" He spoke with caution, watching the older twin closely to see
what he would do, as she slowly stumbled towards him. Jim's eyes lit up as the
girl made her way over to him, tripping over her own feet but managing to stay
up right. Sebastian could see the joy in his eyes as he picked her up, resting
her on his lap.
"Hi there, princess." He grinned, his whole body language changing and the
previous anxiousness gone. Layla giggled, as he picked the girl up, cuddling
her close. Richard shot Sebastian a look, both of them grinning at each other
as they watched Jim with the young girl. "Happy Birthday." He whispered,
kissing the top of her head. Layla stood up, carefully balancing on Jim's
thighs, and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Jim!" She cheered as Severin walked in from the kitchen, stopping in his
tracks as he saw the criminal and the toddler together. He placed the drinks
down on the table, and signalled for his brother to follow him. Layla stayed
with Jim, sitting on his knee and playing with his fingers, tapping each one
and babbling.
The Moran twins made their way out to the kitchen, Sebastian leaning against
the counter as Severin searched through the drawers. "Still haven't admitted it
then?" He laughed, moving around the kitchen. Sebastian raised his eyebrow at
him, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Admitted what?" He asked, thinking his brother had gone mad. Could this family
really be turning them that insane his brother was imagining things.
"That you love him." He spoke so calmly, as he turned to face him, candles in
hand. Sebastian choked, feeling as though someone had just punched him in the
stomach. "Oh come on, Seb. It's obvious. For God's sake you haven't took your
eyes off him since you got here."
"Excuse me for doing my job, the man did threaten to kill me several times this
morning and tried to smash a lamp over my head." Sebastian barked at his mirror
image. Severin shook his head and opened the fridge, pulling out a small
birthday cake.
"It's not the first lamp he's thrown at you." He sighed, "Just admit it Seb.
You'll feel better once you do."
Sebastian shook his head, and turned to head back into the living room. "I'm
sure death will be wonderful." He laughed, walking through the door and heading
back to the chair he was previous sat in. Richard was watching Jim with the
child, the two of them laughing as Jim made stupid faces at her, talking in
different accents and making up little stories.
"I didn't know she still remembered you..." Richard almost whispered, as Layla
slipped of the arm of the chair and into Jim's lap, his eyes trained on his
daughter. Jim gave a sad smile and nodded, nuzzling his face into her neck and
making her laugh again. "Well I did say I have something to tell you, so I
guess now is as good a time as ever." Richard shrugged, as Severin entered the
room, sitting down beside the brunette.
Jim groaned and rolled his eyes, bouncing his knee and tickling the young girl.
"Really? Him? Of all people." He scoffed, placing a kiss on the girls head.
Sebastian glared at his boss, before giving both Richard and Severin an
apologetic look, although he had no idea what he was going on about. "At least
she'll have two parents." Jim added, seeing his guards face. Sebastian looked
around at them, allowing the information to sink in before it finally clicked.
"Oh!" He almost yelled, Richard and Severin nodded, the younger giggling
quietly. "Well I can't say I didn't see it coming." He shrugged, glaring at his
twin now instead, "But if you ever tell me the two of you are married I will
disown you. I am not being a part of that idiot's family." Sebastian teased,
pointing to his employer as Layla plopped a tiara on his head. Severin shook
his head, wrapping his arm around Richard's shoulders.
"Richy we're getting married, I've always wanted to be an only child." He
joked. Sebastian laughed, turning his attention to his boss as he fixed the
plastic crown. His arms were wrapped tightly around her, both of them smiling
at each other.
"Oh so I have to have the Moran brother in my family instead?" He asked looking
up, raising his eyebrow at his bodyguard. Layla hit Jim's arm, crossing her
arms over her chest and pouting. Jim looked down at her, feigning a hurt face,
as Sebastian bit back a laugh.
"Don't be mean to papa!" She scolded. Richard smiled at his daughter, leaning
against the Moran. His own little family.
"I'm sorry, princess. I'm sure papa's great." He smiled, gritting his teeth at
the word, and tapping her nose. Layla nodded and stood up again, wobbling on
Jim's knee and hugged him. "How about you go get Sebastian to bring your
presents in?" Jim laughed, putting her on the floor. Layla nodded
enthusiastically and carefully ran over to Sebastian, tapping his knee. "You
heard the girl, off you go." He smirked.
Sebastian rolled his eyes and stood up, ruffling her hair. "Wait here then," He
sighed, walking off to collect the bags he had left in the hall. Layla sat in
the middle of the room, and Jim joined her, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"So what do you want first?" He asked, reappearing with eight bags hanging from
his arms.
Richard narrowed his eyes at his brother, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Jim. I've told you about spoiling her!" He growled. Jim waved his hand,
dismissing him and watching as Layla's face lit up with joy. His own eyes
showing the happiness the felt.
It was nerve-wracking seeing Jim so nice, the way he'd smile and laugh and be a
genuine person. Everything about this scene was terrifying the way he managed
to seem so genuine, although only two days ago he was shooting someone in the
head and making illegal trades. For a man who never showed emotion, who people
didn't even think had any emotions, he showed an awful lot of love for the
young girl.
"I did try telling him... Do you know how hard it is to drag him out of a
Disney shop though?" Sebastian sighed, placing the gifts on the floor. The
young girl look stunned, as though she didn't know what to do, her eyes wide
and a large grin on her face. Layla looked at Jim, asking for permission. He
nodded, and watched as she dived into the pile of toys and clothes.
Everything was strewn over the floor, the dolls, the clothes, the films and the
tiaras. Everything on display as she looked it all over. Richard looked
slightly annoyed, he didn't want his child to be spoiled by Jim. He didn't want
it to seem like he bought her things because he felt guilty. He knew how Jim
got.
"Daddy look! Nemo!" She yelled, holding up the fish plushie. Richard nodded,
laughing as she hugged it tight to her chest. "Nemo!" She shouted, shoving it
in Jim's face. The criminal laughed, keeping his eyes on the young girl, as she
waddled over to Sebastian. "Sebstian!" She shouted tugging on his shirt, and
struggling with his name slightly. Jim chuckled, as his bodyguard leaned down,
being attacked with the fish toy. "Sebstian! Nemo!"
"Yes, Sebstian. Nemo." The mastermind teased. Sebastian glared at him,
whispering something to Layla before giving an innocent smile to his employer.
Jim furrowed his eyebrows but shrugged it off, turning to his brother. "She's
pretty smart since she's only one, are you sure she's yours and not mine?" Jim
asked, tilting his head to the side.
Richard shook his head and gave an amused smile, "Shut up, Jim. I was more
advanced than you were at her age." His brother scoffed, as Layla suddenly
jumped on Jim, starting to tickle him. Jim fell to the ground, laughing and
'struggling' to get away. "That's what you get for being mean." Richard pouted,
leaning further into Severin, wrapping an arm around his waist.
Eventually the young girl stopped, falling on her back in laughter as Jim
begged her to stop, his sides hurting. Layla quickly calmed down, pulling out
more gifts, this time giving the clothes to Richard to fold rather than
throwing them on the floor. "Jim how much did these cost!" Richard asked, his
eyes going wide as he saw the designer tags. Jim waved his hand in dismissal
once again, not caring about how much he spent. This was his niece, the only
family he had other than his brother, so of course he was going to spoil her.
"Money is just a piece of paper and price is but a number," He smiled, and
stood up sitting beside Richard. "It's not like I can't afford it, Richy.
Besides, take it as my way of an apology for not seeing her in so long." His
voice broke as he spoke, looking at the toddler with sad eyes and regret as she
tried to fit three crowns on her head at once.
"It's okay, Jim. I understand." His brother spoke softly and pulled him into a
hug, holding him as he fought back tears. He'd missed a whole year of her life.
A year of this beautiful girl's life even after promising to always help
Richard. Now he had Severin though. He didn't need him, and it was thanks to
Jim they had met. However, they never would have known any of them if it
weren't for their father. Maybe good things could come from the bad, but Jim
didn't deserve anything good. This wasn't something Jim deserved at all.
"Jim! Happy!" Layla demanded, climbing onto the couch and cuddling up to him,
"Why sad?" She asked, placing a sloppy kiss to his cheek. Jim smiled pulling
her close and rocking her back and forth.
"Not sad." He mumbled, forcing himself to smile. "We have to go though,
princess. I promise I'll come see you again soon." Sebastian furrowed his
eyebrows and gave Jim a disapproving look. He wouldn't lie to her would he? He
had been reluctant to see her at all today, and now he was promising to visit
again soon.
"Jim..." He began to say, but the criminal glared at him, cutting him off.
"You can come stay with me any time okay? You just tell your dad and I'll be
there." He smiled, kissing her nose. Richard nodded in approval and picked his
daughter up. "I mean it Richy, any time. I'll be... I'll see her more." He
smiled, looking up at the younger twin.
"I know, Jim. Maybe it'll mean less time spent in the basement?" He asked,
raising an eyebrow. Jim laughed and shook his head, looking over the sniper.
"The world will run out of lamps before that happens." He joked, "She makes me
a better person though. I'd never have kids myself, but I'll happily steal
yours." Richard rolled her eyes but smirked, as Layla pulled her uncle into one
last hug. "Well anyways, come on Sebastian." Jim said standing up, his voice
going back to normal and mask returning to his face.
"You sure you guys don't want to stay?" Richard asked, getting up and walking
the two men to the door. Jim shook his head, nervously looking around before
stepping outside.
"No... I have- We have work to do." Jim smiled, giving his niece one last kiss
on the forehead and hugging his brother. "I will come by next week. I expect
cookies and plenty of Disney films though." He laughed, "And make sure that
Moran of yours takes care of you both, just because you're now... in love,
doesn't mean I won't hesitate to kill him if either of you get hurt."
"I will, Jim. Don't you worry." Severin called from the living room. "You gotta
make sure your bodyguard is safe though, this is a two way deal."
"Shut up, Severin. I make the rules. You wouldn't do anything to me if he got
hurt anyways, he may have your heart Severin, but I own you." He growled,
Sebastian watched his boss closely, making sure he didn't try and attack his
twin. "Lets go, Sebastian." He ordered, turning to head towards the car.
Richard grabbed the taller man's wrist, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
"Please keep him safe, Sebastian... I don't know what's going on in that head
of his but it isn't good." Richard begged, as Layla ran off to Severin. "I know
you care about him a lot, and although he doesn't show it, he cares about you."
Sebastian rolled his eyes, obviously Severin had been talking to Richard... "A
job is a job." He groaned, rubbing his eyes and hoping he would drop the
subject. Richard shook his head, looking behind the sniper to his twin, now
waiting impatiently as he typed away on his phone.
"Whatever gets you through the day."
Chapter End Notes
     If you guys want me to elaborate on anything, please tell me, I'll be
     sure to include it later on. I have an awful memory so I'll probably
     forget if you don't.
***** Games. *****
Chapter Summary
     Jim like games, Sebastian likes to annoy him. What's a better way to
     do it than to win?
Chapter Notes
     Don't forget to comment and like, please! <3
     See end credits for the translation... All translations are from
     google, so they might be wrong.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jane next morning Jim was bored. Sebastian had refused to let him work after
the previous days incident and therefore had him locked inside the house.
"Seb!" He whined for the thirteenth time in twenty minutes.
"For gods sake Jim. I said no. Go read a book or something." He growled, trying
to watch the football match. Jim shook his head, tugging on the snipers sleeve
and trying to get his attention. He'd been begging for Sebastian to play a game
with him, or to go kill someone and Seb was fed up.
"But Seb I'm bored!" This was the same conversation they had every other week.
Jim would complain, Seb would say no, Jim would piss him off, then they'd play
a game. It was Jim's favourite game though. Trying to get a reaction from his
sniper. Knowing he would win every time.
"Jim please, at least wait until the end of the match. It's fifteen minutes
away from finishing." He sighed, rubbing his forehead. Jim frowned crossing his
arms over his chest. "Seriously Jim. Fifteen minutes won't kill you."
"It could. For all you know there could be a sniper waiting for me outside that
window." He said, making dramatic hand gestures. Sebastian laughed and shook
his head, glancing towards the window, more as a reflex than anything.
"Well if there is, can he hurry up and put me out of this misery?" He teased,
smirking at the consulting criminal. Jim fell of the couch, clutching his heart
and landing with a thud. "Oh that's great, no more Jimjam to annoy me." He
laughed, ignoring the man-child on the ground.
"You wound me Sebastian, you really do." He laughed, sitting up and leaning
against the couch. "So who's winning?" He asked, trying to work out the game.
Although he knew a lot, sports was not something he ever took any interest in,
and therefore he was awful at understanding them.
Sebastian shushed him, hitting him over the head. "Shut up and just watch will
you." He sighed, Jim growled at him, but he was in a good mood today. Visiting
the toddler yesterday had done wonders for the man. "The ones in red are
winning, and we want the ones in yellow to win, got it?" He explained after a
few minutes.
"What if I want the ones in red to win?" He smirked, looking up at the blond.
"Then the sniper outside will be out of a job because I'll have killed you
instead." He smirked. Jim huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and pouted.
"And before you ask, no I'm not explaining what's going on. I did that last
week."
"I wasn't listening last week." He whined, standing up and sitting back on the
couch, his knees tucked under his chin. "Besides there's only a few more
minutes left, I couldn't care less." He shrugged, his eyes dancing over the
screen as he followed the players up and down the pitch.
"What game are we playing?" He sighed, as they missed the goal, frowning at the
television. Jim shrugged again, jumping up and disappearing up the stairs, the
sound of shuffling and boxes falling echoing from the cupboard. Sebastian
groaned, as a small squeak emitted from the criminal, as everything fell on top
of him. "I'm not cleaning that up!" He called up the stairs to him.
"Shut up, Sebastian! We're playing chess." He growled, skipping down the
stairs, "And cards! And cluedo!"
The blond rolled his eyes as the match finished, his team loosing three/six.
"Do we have to play so many games?" He asked, looking towards him. Jim nodded,
with a large grin, plopping the boxes on the coffee table that they had now
replaced, opting for a wooden one this time, more so he wouldn't break another
one... too much.
Sebastian stood up, walking off to the kitchen, grabbing a can of beer and a
glass of whiskey for his employer. It might have only been one o'clock in the
afternoon, but he was not playing kids games sober. Jim was quickly setting up
the pieces, mumbled randomly to himself.
"Ar Bóthar Raglan ar Lá Fhómhair, Chonaic mé a céad agus bhí a fhios. Go mbeadh
cuid gruaige dorcha weave a snare." He sang to himself. Sebastian wasn't too
good at Irish, he had been learning it before he left the army, more as a hobby
since there hadn't been much else to do. However this wasn't something familiar
to him. Over the last few years, he figured he should try and pick it up again,
continue teaching himself since Jim spoke so fluently when he was bored or
upset, but he hadn't bothered up to now.
"Black or white?" He asked, handing him the glass and sitting the opposite side
of the table, crossing his legs and giving him a small smile. Jim looked up at
him, placing the last few pawns on the board and spinning it around.
"White goes with my suit." He laughed, picking up one of the pawns and moving
it forward two spaces. Sebastian knew Jim had memorised every strategy to win,
and he was better than most chess professionals, so he knew he probably
wouldn't win, but of course... he was up for the challenge like always.
"I'm probably wasting my time playing this..." He laughed, moving the black
pieces, deciding to only move his first piece one square, hoping it would give
him enough time to work out a way to beat him, before he destroyed him.
Jim smirked, almost as though he knew this would be Sebastian's first move, and
had already mapped out his winning stance. "No sería tan arrogante si fuera tú.
He estado practicando." Sebastian laughed, as Jim narrowed his eyes, moving the
next pawn into place, beside the first.
Sebastian assessed the board, taking his time as Jim watched his facial
features, thinking up every possible move Sebastian could make. Within seconds
both of them had moved their knights into position and were smirking at each
other. "Sigues siendo horrible en este juego, Moran."
The sniper laughed, moving another pawn, his eyes focused on Jim as his face
fell slightly, obviously not anticipating the move. Although he quickly
recovered, but he did take longer to choose his next move, eventually opting to
move another pawn himself. This time he changed his mind though, shaking his
head and deciding to go for the bishop, moving it several spaces.
Sebastian did the same, feeling a little more confident in his game. Jim was
second guessing himself and that only meant one thing; he was loosing. He
thought hard, his eyes narrowed and forehead creased as he tried to think of
his next move, quickly moving his queen forwards one space.
The game was easier than Sebastian had thought and he had to fight back the
smile threatening his lips as he moved a third pawn forwards. Jim continued to
frown, resting his arms on the table and looking the board over, his eyes
scanning over each piece. Another pawn. "Испуганный?" Sebastian asked, raising
an eyebrow and mirroring his move.
"T suas." He snapped. Sebastian knew that one well, Jim used it a lot. 'Shut
up.' He laughed, miming zipping his lips shut as the mastermind moved his other
knight. Sebastian thought for a moment before doing the same, sipping his
drink. He was enjoying this game, watching as Jim struggled to make his next
move. His tongue licking over his bottom lip as he contemplated his options.
He moved his bishop now, sacrificing it to Sebastian's. This seemed part of his
plan though, especially since he hadn't thrown the pieces everywhere yet. And
with one swift motion his queen had taken Sebastian's bishop. Thankfully unable
to be taken.
Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows, moving his remaining bishop to the opposite
side of the board. Thing's seemed to be going Jim's way again as a faint smile
appeared on his lips, moving another pawn. Sebastian copied the move, and Jim
moved his king two spaces left.
Seb moved his queen in front of his king.
Jim moved the king one space left again.
Seb moved another pawn.
Jim moved his Knight beside the King.
Seb moved his king to the left.
Jim moved the knight again.
Seb took Jim's pawn.
Jim took Seb's pawn with his rook.
Another pawn moved.
Rook moves back.
Seb moves his Knight.
Jim began to get nervous again. He was stuck for moves, his eyes dancing over
the board as he tried to think of a way out. He wasn't going to allow Sebastian
Moran win. He was not going to loose. He moved another pawn, regretting it
instantly, but it was too late now.
Sebastian moved his King along again, making Jim nervous. There were many ways
Sebastian could win now, and only a few where he would loose. He moved his
Knight, hoping it would throw off Sebastian's next move knowing it was safe
where he had left it.
The sniper moved his Bishop back and smirked at him. He could see Jim was
getting frustrated, as he hovered his hand over the pieces trying to think of
an escape route. All the while Sebastian was bracing himself for the inevitable
of Jim throwing chess pieces at him. He sighed moving his own bishop across the
board, somewhat relaxing as the odds changed.
Sebastian shrugged, moving a pawn and watching for Jim's reactions. He moved
his Queen back. Sebastian moved the king diagonally and smirked, seeing the
small frown on Jim's face. The game was not going his way again and he wasn't
happy. He moved his other rook to the centre of the row and nodded, scanning
each piece for moves.
"Du wirst verlieren." Sebastian smirked, moving another of his pawns. Jim shook
his head, wiping his face of any emotion and sighing, taking a sip of his
whiskey. He moved his Knight, giving Sebastian a smirk and holding up his
middle finger.
"Nein. Du wirst verlieren." He laughed, although Sebastian could see he was
bluffing. He moved his knight, stealing Jim's and laughed himself. The
brunettes eyes going wide for a moment before he regained his composure. Jim
quickly moved his pawn, taking Sebastian's Knight, leaving the piece open to be
taken by his Bishop.
Thankfully Sebastian ignored this and moved his Queen instead, allowing Jim to
swoop in and steal it with his own. "Gracias tigre." he smirked, as Sebastian
stared at him, his mouth on the floor. The criminal raised an eyebrow at him,
giving him a rather cocky look as he stood up switching on the radio. "¿Alguna
preferencia por la música?"
Sebastian shook his head, taking his time to choose his next move. That was
when Sebastian noticed his rook, and stole Jim's queen. "Bastard!" He yelled,
switching on his favourite Queen CD.
"Cállate, Jimjam. Ningún inglés recuerda." The sniper smirked, as Jim sat down
again. Evidently he hadn't noticed the rook in the centre of the board, or he
hadn't thought about his move as much as he had liked to.
"Feck it, you win, Tiger. There's no way for me to come back from that one." He
growled, pouting and crossing his arms like a child would. "You really have
been practising haven't you." He laughed, picking up the pieces and carefully
placing them in the box, each one in the correct position, wrapped in a cotton
sheet.
"I may have downloaded a cheat book to my phone." He laughed, holding up the
device. Jim gritted his teeth, refraining from throwing the glass piece in his
hand at his head. "Now you promised if I ever won a game you'd explain why we
don't play in English, so explain."
"Feck off, you cheated! It doesn't count!" He yelled, and Sebastian bit his lip
to stop himself from laughing at the man.
"It does! Besides don't you cheat every game having every possible move
memorised?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Jim did throw the piece this time,
Sebastian catching it just as it was about to hit him.
"Fine. Like I care." He shrugged, as Sebastian wrapped the piece up, passing it
back to him. "I play a games a lot, you know that. When I was trying to learn
the languages to begin with I would make games up so I didn't get bored and
stop. So whenever I play them now I use other languages, simply out of habit
and so I don't get out of practice."
Sebastian nodded, and lay down on the floor, watching the man finish put the
pieces away. "So what languages can you speak? It seems you know more than I
do." He laughed. Jim shrugged again, looking down at him and closed the box.
"English, Irish, Spanish, French, Italian, Russian, German, Chinese, Japanese,
Gaelic and Swedish." Sebastian looked at him wide eyed.
"You learned all them from playing board games?" He asked. Jim shot him a glare
for asking such a stupid question, rolling his eyes. "Sorry... I just don't
understand how you can learn so many languages from playing board games."
"Easy. You read the instructions in separate languages, all conversation is in
a different language, you explain what you're doing in a different language.
It's rather simple if I'm honest." He smirked. "Here, cards in Irish." He told
him grabbing the pack and starting to deal them out.
"Okay?" Sebastian spoke confused, Jim was going to help teach him a language by
playing cards?
"Táimid ag dul a imirt fiche sin a gheobhaidh tú an hang de conas a oibríonn
sé, ansin beidh orainn rud éigin a imirt beag níos deacra." Sebastian raised an
eyebrow, barely understand what Jim had said, "We're going to play twenty one
so you get the hang of how it works, then we'll play something a little more
difficult." He spoke in English, rolling his eyes.
He nodded, and took the cards in his hand. "Buail?" Jim asked, and Sebastian
looked down at his cards. An ace and a King.
"Nil." He shook his head, Jim nodded, looking at his own cards and placed them
face up on the table, nine and a three. Sebastian smirked, placing his cards
down and enjoyed watching as Jim frowned at him.
"Bhuaigh tú." He sighed, collecting up the cards and placing them back in the
deck. "Fuair sé? Rá liom gach teagasc i nGaeilge agus leanann tú díreach chomh
maith. Making sense? I say each instruction in Irish and you just follow
along."
"I guess so?" He spoke cautiously hoping Jim wouldn't try and hit him again. "I
prefer to just memorise the dictionary though."
Jim laughed, sitting back against the couch. "How boring." He groaned, dealing
more cards. "Buail?"
"Buail." Sebastian repeated, looking down at his cards. Eight and a two. Jim
nodded, handing him another card. Ace.
He dealt himself a third card and frowned. "Bhuaigh tú." He sighed again with
twenty three. Sebastian laughed, a perfect twenty one on show again. "One
cluiche níos mó? One more game?"
"Is ea." Yes. Jim nodded, handing him another two cards, frowning once again.
"Buail."
Jim handed him a third card, unfortunately meaning he lost. "Bhuaigh tú." He
laughed, showing him the cards adding to a simple twelve, as Jim showed him a
perfect twenty one, a large grin on his face. "Not very good at this game are
you?" He teased.
"Níl sé an-mhaith ag an gcluiche a bhfuil tú? No. Not really. Uimh Níl sé i
ndáiríre." He smirked, translating his words for him. Sebastian smiled,
enjoying how Jim sounded as he spoke, his accent getting thicker the longer
they conversed, and the language sounding even better in his sing-song like
voice.
"Come on, I'm going to crush you at poker tonight." The sniper smirked, sitting
up again, grabbing his beer. "But we aren't playing for money. We're playing
for information."
"What information could you possibly have that I would want?" He asked, raising
an eyebrow and standing up. "You're hardly the most interesting person I've
ever met."
"Personal information, Jimjam." He laughed, purposefully using the hated
nickname.
"I've warned you about that name, Sebastian." He growled, "And why would I be
willing to give you any sort of personal information?"
"Because it's the only thing of any value to you. You don't care about money,
and it's the only way I will ever get any sort of information from you. Plus it
makes the game rather fun. Whoever looses the round gives up one piece of
information. The more you bet, the bigger the secret."
"Fine." He grinned, disappearing into the kitchen and returning with the bottle
of whiskey and another beer. "This should be fun."
Chapter End Notes
     Ar Bóthar Raglan ar Lá Fhómhair,
     Chonaic mé a céad agus bhí a fhios
     Go mbeadh cuid gruaige dorcha weave a snare
     Translation;
     On Raglan Road on an Autumn Day,
     I saw her first and knew
     That her dark hair would weave a snare
     No sería tan arrogante si fuera tú. He estado practicando. - I
     wouldn't be so cocky if I were you. I've been practicing.
     Sigues siendo horrible en este juego, Moran. - You're still awful at
     this game though, Moran.
     Испуганный? - Scared?
     ¿Alguna preferencia por la música? - Any preferences for the music?
***** Poker. *****
Chapter Summary
     Jim loves games, and Sebastian loves to make Jim squirm. What's
     better than a game of poker?
Chapter Notes
     Please bare in mind, I have no idea how to play poker, (except texas
     hold 'em) so this is going to be completely wrong probably, I
     literally just googled winning hands and threw them into the story...
     So yeah, please don't judge me <3
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Sebastian had two clubs, and therefore wasn't doing so great. Low cards meant
Jim had a better chance of winning, and he didn't want to share things with
Jim. He'd lost the first three rounds, but thankfully they had only bet very
low.
So far Jim knew his full name, although he obviously already knew that anyways,
his favourite movie (Natural Born Killers) and his favourite colour (Emerald
green). He was comfortable with that though, but he needed to bet higher
eventually, otherwise Jim wouldn't bet higher, and he wanted to make him spill
his guts. He wanted information, not because he wanted to get to know Jim
better, or even to blackmail him. It was just because he wanted to make him
uncomfortable.
Jim was lay on his stomach, his face like stone as he watched the cards being
turned over. His fingers tapped on each of the chips in front him, curling
around two of the red ones and placing them in the centre. He had barely spoken
except to ask questions, focusing solely on the cards.
"I win again." He grinned, looking up at him and throwing his cards down in
front of him. A royal flush. "And you bet low again, that's a shame." He
pouted, rolling onto his back and staring up at the sniper. Sebastian shook his
head, placing the cards back in the deck and starting to shuffle them.
"Pick a question then." He sighed, keeping his eyes focused on the cards, his
fingers dancing over each one as he cut them and shuffled them. His elbows
rested on the table in front of him, six cans of beer strewn over the table and
a few cigarettes in an ashtray. It was rare for Jim to let him smoke inside,
but they were moving again soon. Somewhere with a bedroom for Layla.
"Do you like musicals?" He asked, with a completely straight face. Why did he
want to know if he liked musicals? The man should have known by now he wasn't a
fan. With the amount of times he's come home to Les Miserables and threatened
to break the speakers.
Sebastian shrugged, feeling slightly annoyed that the younger had won his forth
game, and was beginning to suspect cheating. Although he'd never point it out
to the man, he'd prefer not to get his eye removed with a playing card. Plus
with the way Jim was staring at the deck he could probably predict each card.
"They're a bit... long. Rather boring after a while, and I can never tell the
start or end to a song." He laughed, dealing out the cards again. Jim shook his
head, rolling back onto his stomach and glancing at his hand. It was hard to
read him, hard to tell if he was bluffing, because the man had the best poker
face in the business. He could look you in the eye and tell you the sky was
green and you'd believe it with how serious he looked.
Sebastian sighed as he looked at his cards, two aces. He was only winning with
four of a kind, but even that looked far off, unless Jim was unlucky this
round. Highly unlikely. Jim turned over the first card, and Sebastian felt his
luck changing a little. A third ace. Jim shrugged and bet higher, and Sebastian
could feel his heart pounding. If he matched Jim's bet and lost he would be
able to ask anything, if he won, Jim would probably kill him before he could
ask anything. This was a win-win situation... for Jim.
Six black chips, Jim had to have something good if he was betting that high.
This was Jim Moriarty though... He was... Changeable. Fucking hell the man
changed like the English weather!
Sebastian decided to go for it though, raising Jim and smirking slightly, he
was going to pay for this. And yes he was getting cocky, but all he needed was
another ace, that couldn't be too much to ask for. Then the fourth card was
turned over. Another ace. He's done it. Four of a kind. There were two hands
higher than his, a straight flush and a royal flush, and there was no way Jim
had either of them, with the cards on the table.
Jim seemed slightly annoyed, narrowing his eyes slightly as he sighed. "I
fold." He mumbled, turning over his cards. Two hearts. Sebastian laughed,
showing him the two aces, and earning himself a glare. "You have a awful poker
face." He laughed, looking up at the blond and shaking his head.
"Well I don't usually play against someone so emotionless." He commented, as he
shuffled the cards again. They had learned very quickly that Jim was awful at
card shuffling, or he just liked watching Sebastian pick them up, either way he
wasn't allowed to shuffle anymore. Which had also earned Sebastian a kick to
the ribs after tackling Jim when he 'dropped' the cards for the fourth time.
Jim sighed, watching his hands as the cards moved between them, slotting
between each other. "So what's your question? I suppose you can make it
rather... Prying." He scoffed, raising an eyebrow. Sebastian laughed and
nodded, dealing out cards again, searching his mind for a good question. Truth
be told he hadn't expected to get the chance.
"Why'd you start the empire?" He asked, deciding to go for the safest option.
Jim seemed surprised by it though, his eyes widening ever so slightly, before
he composed himself. Sebastian watched him closely for any signs that he might
kill him, tenseing slightly at the reaction. He's not happy. He thought as he
watched the younger man.
"I was in prison for killing a boy at my school." He shrugged, deciding that it
was okay to tell him, after all who would Sebastian tell? "In order to get out
I had to do a few favours for people, each time I did another though, I needed
someone else's help and so I had to do another. I ended up making deals with
all the right people and getting out, but I still had favours to do. In the end
I was too deep into it and I needed a way out and bought the cartel. I could
then pay for people's help, power went to my head though, and eventually it led
to the empire. I had so many people willing to do anything for me, for a simple
favour, including your uncle. It was like a drug, and here we are today, most
dangerous man in England."
"I refuse to believe you were in prison and got out alive," Sebastian laughed,
looking down at him, before throwing in a bet. "Shame you actually did that for
him though." Sebastian mumbled. Jim nodded, watching closly for any sign of
remembering, but Sebastian seemed oblivious. "Well... I mean it was good for
you... I guess?" He stuttered, thinking he had made a mistake, or that Jim
might have taken his comment the wrong way.
The brunet shook his head, and picked up his cards, quickly glancing at them.
"It was a shame that I did it for him, wasn't it." He nodded, turning over the
first card and throwing in a bet. Sebastian looked at him for a moment,
assessing his behavious before looking at his own cards, betting slightly
higher than Jim. A king and a queen. "I suggest you bet rather high." He
laughed, winking at him and throwing a few more chips into the middle.
Sebastian narrowed his eyes at him, unable to tell if Jim was being serious or
just had a question he was dying to ask. He decided to humour him though. One
intruding question can't be that bad. It was only Jim after all. Plus he was
interested in what type of questions he would ask. Raising Jim's bet he turned
over another card and realised he was probably going to loose, but at least he
was on his way to having three of a kind.
Jim seemed pleased by his bet, quickly matching it. "What if you don't win,
Moran?" He laughed, his voice deeper than usual as he stared straight into the
snipers eyes. Most would find it intimidating, maybe even creepy, but somehow
Sebastian was turned on by it, "Willing to spill your deepest secrets?" He
teased.
Jim had to be bluffing. He had to be trying to scare him, so he could win. Why
would he be doing this? Sebastian cautiously matched his bet again, each of
them now having bet close to six hundred pounds; if they were playing for money
that is.
The final card gave Sebastian four of a kind, of Jacks, but Jim had once again
earned himself a royal flush. "My turn again then." He laughed, his accent
thick as he drank some of his whiskey. "What should I ask you, I wonder...
Maybe I should ask you about your family, but that would be too... easy.
Something different, something unexpected." He mumbled, looking up at him.
His eyes were wide and full of wonder, dancing over Sebastian's features as he
tried to think of a good enough question, although Sebastian knew he already
had one in mind. "When we first met... There was a night we spent together...
Do you remember it? This isn't my question I'm just making sure." He
clarrified. Sebastian nodded, furrowing his eyebrows and picking up the deck of
cards, wanting something else to focus on. "Would you have actually had sex
with me, or would you have stopped?"
"What if you didn't get that phone call?" Sebastian asked, shrugging his
shoulders. "Probably, if you didn't kill me first." He laughed, dealing out
some more cards. Jim nodded, glancing at his before shaking his head. At least
Sebastian didn't remember the rest of that night, he thought to himself.
"I fold." He sighed within a few seconds, showing a two of diamonds and a three
of clubs. Sebastian laughed, as the mastermind frowned, looking up at him. "You
can ask one question. A small question."
"Why did you ask if I'd have slept with you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Jim
rolled his eyes, seemingly annoyed by the obvious question. Sebastian wasn't
letting it go though, he wanted answers. Not because he thought Jim would
confess his feelings for him, although he secretly hoped he would, but because
it wasn't the type of question he had expected from Jim. He was the type to ask
him what his least favourite torture technique was, in order to use it on him
the next morning.
Jim shrugged, handing the sniper his cards to put back in the deck. "Curious."
Was all he said, giving no indication that he was going to elaborate, and
although Sebastian wanted more, he knew this was the best he was going to get.
They continued playing for a few more rounds, neither of them asking anything
serious. Until Jim won a rather large bet. "You once said there were many
differences between me and Richard, explain." He demanded.
Sebastian shook his head and began shuffling, biding his time. "You're mean and
he's not." He said simply, earning himself a glare. Jim took another sip of his
whiskey and kicked his sniper. Sitting up, obvious interest in his eyes as he
awaited the answer. He was so made of stone when he drank, and Sebastian always
enjoyed the nights he was drunk. "Richard is less flamboyant than you, and his
accent is less obvious. Also, your eyes give it away. That's all I'm saying."
"My eyes?" He laughed, as the blond put the cards away, Jim was prying too much
now. "Getting all romantic on me, Sebastian?" He joked, causing Sebastian to
almost choke on nothing. Sebastian shook his head furiously, wide eyed and
panicking a little, which only caused Jim to laugh even more. "Calm down,
Moran. I'm only teasing. Anyways, I'm going to bed. We've got shit to do
tomorrow."
Jim finished his glass of whiskey, leaving it on the table and smiled at him.
"Maybe we should play truth or dare next time." He winked, grabbing his phone.
"Right... Yeah... Good night, boss." Sebastian stuttered, as the brunet stood
up, stretching out his back. Sebastian's gaze lingered a second too long and he
could feel his cheeks heating up as he prayed Jim didn't notice.
"Night, Moran." He yawned, padding off to his bedroom. Sebastian stayed sat on
the floor a little longer, his head in his hands as he rested his elbows on the
table. He knew it was wrong, it couldn't be normal. No sane person would be in
love with a maniac like Jim. This wasn't just some maniac though; this was the
genius, the mastermind, the man who sang to children and bought them hundreds
of gifts, and watched Disney films when he couldn't sleep. The man with a heart
as cold as ice, that was still caring and full of love. Even if it was just for
the young toddler...
And secretly Sebastian wanted to be the second person to melt the mans heart.
•••
Jim curled up in bed, pulling the blanket up under his neck and hugging one of
the pillows tight to his chest. His mind was racing and although he was
exhausted and could barely keep his eyes open, he couldn't shut it off. He was
left to his thoughts, the whirlwind of ideas, how he could torture people and
how to make his empire grow. Ways to get the information he needed, and how to
punish those who tried to get in his way.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and attempted to shut it off when his
thoughts turned to something darker. His arms wrapped tighter around the pillow
as the images flashed through his mind. His fathers eyes that were filled with
anger and hatred. The pain he felt as his belt hit against his skin and the
disgust he felt in himself letting him touch him.
It had happened a lot over the years, his memories leaking into his dreams and
taking over his thoughts. Each time he had managed to hide it from the others,
usually deciding to kill someone to take his mind off it, but nights like these
were hard. There was no one to kill, and there was no way he could just go out
and find someone. Well he could, but then Moran would know something wasn't
right.
His mind began to race as he began to see things. Hearing his fathers voice
screaming through his ears as he cried out in pain. He prayed no one heard him,
and eventually he could feel his body going into auto pilot. His eyes glossed
over, and white noise echoing through his ears.
He stood up, his body feeling heavy as he dragged himself to the bedroom door.
"Seb?" He whispered, as he opened it hoping he was still sat in the living
room. There was no answer though, he wrapped his arms wrapped around his waist
and made his way through the apartment. There were no lights on and so he
figured the sniper had probably gone to bed.
Sebastian's bedroom was the other side of the apartment, and Jim could see a
small amount of light illuminating from under the door. "Seb..." He whispered
again, knocking quietly. He could hear some shuffling before the door opened,
the taller man standing in front of him.
"What's up, boss?" He asked, looking down at him. Jim's mind was still whirling
and he struggled to hear the sniper over the noise inside his head. His eyes
were empty and he seemed dazed, his whole body racked with fear. "Jim?" He
asked, placing his hands on his shoulders, when his legs gave out.
Sebastian caught him, holding him up and staring into his eyes, hoping Jim
would have some sense of awareness. He knew it was hopeless though. "James,
come back to me." He spoke softly trying not to scare him, and Jim snapped out
of it for a few seconds, givin him a pleading look.
"Can I... I..." He whispered, his voice cracking and giving out on him as he
looked up at the blond. Sebastian sighed seeing the pain in his eyes, as he
wrapped an arm around the criminal's waist, helping him to the bed.
"Are you okay Jim? Can you look at me?" He asked, crouching down in front of
him, his hands resting on his employers knees. "Jim come back to me, you can't
be doing this to me." He spoke calmly. Sebastian had done this many times
without his boss knowing. He would have an episode and come to his room, then
he'd calm him down, he'd fall asleep in his room, and after a few hours he'd
sneak out and go back into his bedroom.
Jim always thought that Sebastian had been asleep, and he had just crawled into
the bed beside him, always forgetting most of the events due to the dazed state
of mind. Sebastian didn't mind of course, he would simply keep his mouth shut,
and when Jim would sneak out of his room, he would pretend to be asleep.
"Hey, come on, Jim Moriarty doesn't let anything get to him, remember? He's
strong and he won't let his past control him." He cooed, sitting beside him and
pulling him onto his lap. Jim balled his fist up into Sebastian's shirt, his
heart pounding. "I'm right here, Jim. You're not alone, you're better than
this, you know you are." He whispered. He hated seeing Jim so hurt, so weak,
so... vulnerable.
Jim's breathing began to calm, his eyes returning to their normal cold,
emotionless state. "You're okay, Jim. It's okay." He continued, rocking him
back and forth. Jim nodded, curling up into the sniper, his head resting
against his shoulder as he began to slowly fall asleep. "Jim Moriarty, the
magpie, the spider at the centre of the web."
"Sebastian..." He whispered, his voice soft and almost child like. Sebastian
raised an eyebrow, Jim never spoke when this happened. It had taken him two
hours to work out what was going on when it first happened. He didn't speak
though, allowing Jim to decide if he wanted to continue talking.
A few moments of silence passed, as he contemplated what he was about to say.
"We're going to start the plan." He whispered, before passing out.
Sebastian held him for a little while longer, just watching his chest rising
and falling as he slept. He could hear his mind screaming at him to put him
into bed and pretend none of this happened, but he had to talk about Jim this.
The plan. The Holmes plan.
This was not going to be a fun few years.
Chapter End Notes
     Don't forget to comment, and kudos <3
***** Meetings. *****
Chapter Summary
     Sebastian is bored of having no one to kill, so Jim decides to make
     things better for him. But why is Jim acting so strange?
Jim had woken up early the next morning, scurrying out of Sebastian's bedroom
and back to his own. He was still pretty tired as he got dressed, carefully
choosing his clothes for the day and retying the knot in his tie six times
before he was happy with it. He had a full day ahead of him, meetings and
negotiations, as well as personal errands to run. Plus he needed to sort out a
new bodyguard for Thursday, so Sebastian could have the day off.
His suit hung loosely on his shoulders as he checked himself over in the
mirror. He had a few small bruises on his wrists from where Sebastian had
restrained him, and he knew he would have to keep them hidden. "Sebastian!" He
screamed, leaving the bedroom and slamming his fists against the snipers door.
"Get up! We've got places to be." He sauntered off to the kitchen, picking up
his phone and quickly replying to several emails when Sebastian finally joined
him.
"What's the plan, boss?" He asked pulling on one of the many leather jackets he
owned. Jim glanced up at him, giving him a disapproving look. Sebastian could
see how tense he was, and figured today was going to be very busy and full of
trying to keep the maniac from causing more trouble than usual. "Anything you
need to me to bring?"
Jim thought for a moment, placing his phone down on the counter and grabbed an
apple. His usual breakfast it seemed. "Two guns, your phone and extra ammo.
We'll be taking the ford today, so don't forget to pick up the keys. We leave
in fifteen mi-" He explained, when his phone started ringing. Sebastian raised
an eyebrow to his choice of ringtone as he heard You're So Vain echoing from
the device. Jim sighed, answering the phone. "Richard it's eight o'clock in the
morning, what do you want?"
Sebastian chuckled at his boss's sense of humour and quickly made himself some
coffee, sitting down at the table and reading over the reports for the last
three days. He was still in charge of Jim's cartel and had even expanded it
over the last few years. Jim had even stopped checking in as often. "We're
going to have Layla stay the night, so I'll need you to get some stuff. I'll
give you a list when I go to collect her from Richard's."
"Fine by me," He shrugged, pouring the last of his coffee into the sink and
pulling on his boots. "You're ready to go, yeah?" Jim nodded, leaving the
untouched apple on the side and made his way to the garage. Sebastian sighed,
placing the fruit back in it's bowl before following him out. Jim wasn't eating
much as of late, and it was worrying him.
"We've got to meet with the Richardson's and then we've a few negotiations to
do, but they'll be at my office. I'll send you to get the things I need when I
meet with Spencer to discuss a few changes to his pay." Jim explained, climbing
into the passengers seat. Sebastian hummed a reply, not really listening to
Jim's rambling as he got into the car himself. He was sick of meeting and
negotiations, he wanted something more fun, he wanted to kill people and
torture people, but it had been months since they needed to, and his trigger
finger was starting to twitch. "Then we have a very important few days, as I
start the plan."
Sebastian glanced at him, turning the engine on, "You're actually going to
start this plan?" He asked, opening the garage door. "Jim you said it yourself,
there's many holes in your plan. What if you get caught? I can't break you out
of prison every week."
"You won't have to, it's almost complete, there's just one last piece of the
game to be put in place, and it's done. I won't be doing anything for the first
six months, that's Eurus' job." He laughed, putting his feet up on the
dashboard as they backed out the driveway and turned onto the road. "I'll go
over it with you tomorrow, you're a rather large part of it."
The sniper looked at him with confusion, furrowing his eyebrows at the words.
"I am?" He questioned, as he turned back to the road. Jim nodded, plugging his
phone into the radio and turned on some music.
"Of course. I'm going to need a sniper for a few jobs, I can't promise you any
kills, but I can promise a good pay." He smiled. It wasn't genuine, and it
seemed out of place on his face. Sebastian shook his head and hummed along to
the music. "I might have a job for you Friday though, and you have next
Thursday off." He spoke up randomly.
Sebastian looked at him, his eyes wide and jaw hitting the floor. "Seb! Eyes on
the road!" He screamed, as the car started to swerve into the opposite lane.
Sebastian quickly regained himself, turning his attention back the road.
"Fecking hell Sebastian, I'd like to get to this meeting alive!" He complained,
leaning back in his seat.
"Sorry boss, so why are you giving me Thursday off? In the last three years
I've worked for you, I've had six days off. And each time I got called back to
save your ass." He questioned, as Jim took it upon himself to skip through his
songs, at an irritatingly slow pace. The start of each song playing, before he
decided whether he wanted to listen to it, which was one of the mans most
annoying traits, and the reason he wasn't allowed to plug his phone in anymore.
Jim shrugged, skipping another song. "It's your mothers anniversary. I figured
you might want to spend it with your brother." He spoke so calmly, as if it
didn't mean anything. It didn't to him, and Sebastian knew that. Jim had never
met his mother, nor had he ever asked about her, so why would he care? "Richard
and I are going out with Layla, and I'd rather not have you two moping around."
"Moping around?" He asked, how could one man be so inconsiderate? His mother
was dead, and Sebastian had witnessed it, surly that accounted for something?
"You're really not human are you?" He sighed, as he pulled into the parking
lot.
Jim's meetings usually ended in bloodshed and therefore Sebastian had to keep
the car close, which meant they ended up using the ford an awful lot. It also
meant that the ford would stink of blood and have horrible red stains covering
every inch of it. It was about the only thing Jim wasn't protective over.
Jim ignored Sebastian's comment, climbing out of the vehicle, his hips swaying
as he made his way into the building. Sebastian watched from afar, locking the
car and following him inside. His eyes scanning every inch of the Irish mans
body.
Something in the way he walked would give off an aura of power, confidence and
a little bit of fear. He could cause people to tremble just by entering a room,
and somehow she always managed to catch people's attention, even now as they
walked through the lobby of the office building.
The man was a flirt, and everyone knew it, guys, girls it didn't matter. He
made every one of them feel the need to be near him, and even Sebastian wasn't
able to control himself. He just oozed sex. Which was extremely helpful when he
wanted something, and a nightmare to those who were involved.
The two of them made their way into the meetings room, Jim purposely kicking
the doors open as wide as they would go. A loud 'Bang!' Echoing and causing
everyone to fall silent. Their heads snapping in Jim's direction and eyes
widening as they caught a glimpse of him.
Sebastian held back a little, entering a few seconds after him, and taking his
place at the table. Jim walked around, his hand trailing over each persons
shoulders so if he was wrapping an invisible rope around each of the men. "Good
morning, fellas!" He sang once he was back at Sebastian's side. His hand
lingering on his shoulder for a moment, before he quickly span around to face
them all.
"M-Moriarty... I didn't know we were... We were seeing you today." Frank
Richardson spoke up. He was the only member of the Richardson empire that knew
how to handle Jim. Or at least, how to handle business with Jim.
"Oh?" The brunet asked, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back and
forth on the balls of his feet. "You didn't know? Well it was you who I set
this up with. Maybe you're becoming forgetful in your old age."
Frank shook his head, he knew the look in Jim's eyes. It was the same look he
gave most of his victims. Frank had seen it many times over the years, mostly
towards his staff, or Sebastian. "No, no. I'm sorry. It's been a busy week, I
probably just forgot to write it down." He panicked, scrambling for the right
words to say.
The other men around the table seemed just as nervous. Each of them tense as
they watched the mad man, their eyes following him around the room. Sebastian
leaned back, crossing his arms and keeping a close eye on them all, searching
for any signs of mistrust. In a way he wanted the men to try and kill the brat,
he needed a kill. He knew Jim wouldn't be happy though, and spending another
night in the basement with him, was not something he wanted to do. He had plans
tonight.
"Well Frank, lets start this meeting again." He laughed, pulling out a gun and
shooting the first man to his right. A clean shot, right between the eyes. Each
of the other men flinched, their faces drained of colour and fear running
through their veins. "I've got a problem Frank. A problem I need you to help me
with."
"S-s-sure... Moriarty. Any-Anything you need." He stuttered out, keeping his
eyes locked with Jim's. It was involuntary, something Jim had perfected over
the years to instil dominance over a person. His dark brown eyes staring
straight into theirs, and he could make them shake with fear. Well... Everyone
except Sebastian Moran, who had come to enjoy those moments, and teased Jim
about them.
Jim smiled, and sat down, placing the gun in front of Sebastian and giving him
a sly wink. Someone else is going to die. "I need Mycroft Holmes, and Sherlock
Holmes, for a week."
Everyone turned to look at him, their eyes all telling him the same thing. He's
insane. And they were right, but that didn't mean they weren't going to do
it... Eventually.
"Moriarty... Don't you think that's a bit of a ta-"
"Seb." He snapped, cutting him off, followed by another loud bang as the next
man in line got a bullet to the head. Sebastian smirked, he could relax now. He
needed more, but for now, he was okay.
Frank stared at the dead man, the blood pooling around his head and merging
with the other guys. The metallic smell filling up the room from the large
quantity, that had already started seeping into the carpet. "A week. Mycroft
Holmes. Sherlock Holmes." He demanded, throwing a small file down on the table.
"That's all the information you'll need. I need it done by Friday."
"Anything else you'll n-need?" He asked, his face pale and almost sickly.
Sebastian watched his boss carefully, spinning the gun on his finger. Each of
the men's eyes were darting between the weapon and Moriarty, their pulse
visible in their necks as they panicked.
"I'll need Eurus. She's already agreed to help me. And I'll also need two
doctors, Sebastian I'll leave that to you. You, Frank. You're going to be ever
so useful to me, so I need you alive. Do you think you can manage that?" He
asked, raising an eyebrow. Frank nodded his head, as the rest of the men held
their breath. "Good, now my lovely tiger here is ever so bored. So... Guns out
fellas. I'll see you Friday."
With that Jim stood up leaving the room, and Sebastian gave each of them one
quick glance before bullets started flying. Ten bullets all together, and each
one was planted directly between the eyes of each man, leaving Frank sat at the
table, surrounded by dead men. "Lovely seeing you again." Sebastian laughed,
firing one shot at him, missing his head by centimetres, just to scare him.
"Was that really necessary?" Jim asked, as the sniper joined him outside. He
looked bored, an obvious mask to hide whatever he was actually feeling.
Sebastian shrugged, handing him the weapon back and leading him to the car.
"Completely. I love messing with dear old Frank." He laughed, looking back at
his employer. "Where to now?"
Jim glared at him, not really mad, but trying to keep up his image in public.
"The office. I have a few more people to meet, and you're going shopping."
Sebastian nodded, unlocking the car and getting in the drivers seat, as Jim
climbed in the passengers. "I'll also need you to inform Nyx I won't be seeing
him tonight, I'd do it myself, but the man drives me crazy."
Sebastian laughed again, shaking his head and starting the vehicle, turning out
of the lot. "Trust me I know." He smirked, earning a slap to the back of his
head.
"Not what I meant, Sebastian and you know it. His voice is... It's so fecking
annoying." He complained, "And he tries to have actual conversations with me! I
swear if he didn't still have his uses, I'd be sending you after him."
"You realise that most boyfriends talk to each, right? That's how relationships
work." Sebastian asked, as if Jim didn't already know that. Nyx and he weren't
in a relationship though, not in Jim's mind at least.
He shook his head and glared at the sniper, "We're not together, he just has a
huge cock." He snapped. Jim had never been very shy about his sex life, plus he
loved making Sebastian feel uncomfortable when he spoke about it. Which was
exactly what was happening right now.
"Say what ever you want, Jim. You know there's something else that makes you
keep going back to him. You kicked all the others to the curb after one night."
He pointed out. Jim scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Shut up, Sebastian. I can't stand the man, I just like sex." He growled,
shoving him lightly, more so because he was driving otherwise Sebastian would
probably be getting stabbed by now. "Here's a list of things I need, put them
in my room, I'll stay in the basement tonight."
Sebastian shook his head, hitting his employers shoulder. "You can have my
room. I'm going out tonight anyways. I'll stay on the couch." Jim's face
twisted into something of shock and fear.
"You can't leave me in the house with Layla alone! What if someone tries... Oh
god, you can't go out... What if..." He panicked, struggling to breath, his
arms wrapping around his waist as he tried to calm himself. Sebastian pulled
over, quickly getting out and forcing Jim out of the car.
"Calm down! Fucking hell Jim! You'll be okay, I'm only going to be out for a
few hours, and I'm only going down to the pub with a few friends from the
army." He explained, holding him by the shoulders as the brunet leaned against
the bonnet. The criminal gasped for air, as he started to see black spots
appearing in his vision.
Sebastian moved his hands to the mans waist, holding him up. He picked him up,
placing him on the bonnet and grabbed the bottle of water he kept in glove
compartment. "Jim, calm down will you! I'll get Spencer to stay with you, or
I'll see if Severin can. You need to stop panicking though! No one knows where
we live, and no one alive knows about the girl."
"Sebastian Moran! I'm not going to subject that young girl to a drug dealer!"
He screamed, before sliding off the bonnet and throwing up. Sebastian shook his
head and held the man, rubbing small circles on his back as he tried to calm
him. The sniper took pity on the man, he really did care about the small child,
and Sebastian cared about her too. Especially since Severin was now her 'Papa'.
"You're a fucking drug dealer, Jim. Now calm down, we've got work to do." He
snapped, knowing that being harsh was the only way Jim would ever listen to
him. Jim glared at him, hitting him away and leaning back against the car. His
legs felt weak and he could barely keep himself up right.
Sebastian rolled his eyes, pulling his employer into the car, and slamming the
car door. He was working for a child. "I am not a drug dealer, Sebastian." He
pouted as the sniper got into the car. Sebastian rolled his eyes again and
started the engine, turning back onto the road and continuing their journey.
"Can we go home instead? I don't feel too well." He mumbled, crossing his arms
over his chest.
The sniper glanced at him, his skin slightly paler and the bags under his eyes
were noticeably darker. "What happened to criminals don't get days off?" He
asked, raising an eyebrow. Jim shrugged, he really wasn't in a good mood. "How
about you come shopping with me? We'll get Layla all the best things, and you
won't send me back to the shop six times for getting the wrong thing."
Jim shrugged again, pulling his legs up to his chest and wrapping his arms
around them. Sebastian started to get a little worried about him, his eyes
constantly glancing over at him. Jim seemed in a world of his own as he stared
out the windscreen, his eyes glossed over as he sat in silence, his music
playing through the speakers. It was the longest they'd ever gone without him
skipping through the songs, and it proved there was definitely something not
right with him.
Sebastian kept his mouth shut as he drove into town, parking up barely a mile
away from the shops. Jim didn't seem to notice, continuing to stare off. The
blond sighed, shaking him gently. "Come on, Jim. I'll get you some coffee, then
we'll go shopping, and then I'll set up her room as you go to pick her up."
Jim nodded, but kept quiet, slowly getting out of the car and starting to walk
off. Sebastian sighed, pulling his phone out and texting Richard.
[There's something not right with your brother. Given up a day of work because
he 'doesn't feel well' and he's not looking forward to shopping. Hasn't said a
word for almost an hour. Anything you can think of that triggered it? -SM]
Within seconds he got a reply. [Anniversary.]
***** Anniversary *****
Chapter Summary
     Jim's flashback...
     MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER! So please read at your own
     discretion.
Chapter Notes
     MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
     I can not stress that enough, this is a very dark chapter, a very
     emotional chapter and a rather... disturbing chapter. So use common
     sense if you think you'll be triggered by it, don't read it.
     Please don't forget to comment and kudos though!
     Also this chapter is unedited, I didn't want to read it back. If you
     notice any errors please let me know.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
January 15th 2006
Fifteen year old Jim. Sat on his bed, his arms wrapped around his legs as he
sobbed. It was early Sunday morning. The dreaded Sunday's. He wanted to scream
and disappear. For his heart to just give out, and for himself to just stop
dead suddenly. He knew he couldn't leave Richard though. Everything was
crumbling around him though, and he didn't know what to do.
The clock ticked away, one hour, two, three, four... Forever moving and never
slowing down. The haunting sound of the hours ticking by echoed through his
mind. Six o'clock everyone would be out. Eleven o'clock Josh would be here.
His phone buzzed, causing him to jump. Josh has sent you a message. the screen
notified him. His stomach dropped, his whole body shaking. Was he coming early?
Was he going to punish him for something?
He slowly reached over, retrieving the phone from the night stand and opened
the message. Get yourself prepared. I have a gift for you. We are all going to
have some fun. His eyes widened. 'All'. More than just Josh?
It was now Seven o'clock. Everyone was out, and Jim knew what he needed to do.
He felt like a whore. Why was he doing this? Why didn't he just kill Josh? Why
didn't he tell someone? Why didn't he... There were so many 'whys' that he had
forgotten to get ready. His mind was so swarmed with thoughts, that he hadn't
realised the clock notifying him it was now nine o'clock.
He didn't have time to shower. He had to get ready, otherwise he was going to
be in a lot of pain. His eyes welled up with tears as he rummaged in the
drawers. Josh had gotten fed up of hearing him cry in pain, and sent him to buy
lube and a plug. It made him feel cheap. Dirty. Sick.
Everything about this situation made his body tremble. His heart pound, eyes
water and stomach twist. He gritted his teeth, placing the items on the bed and
grabbed some clothes from the wardrobe. Sweat pants and a shirt. There was no
point in wearing anything else, it was only going to come straight back off
again.
He lay down on the bed, trying to relax and opened the bottle. He'd do anything
to get out of this. He'd do everything he could to not have to do this. Yet as
he lay there slicking up his fingers, it was the safest he had felt during any
sexual act since this all started.
He felt disgusting. As he slowly removed his clothes from the previous day,
tears began to fall. He had two hours, but those two hours always seemed to go
by so quickly. As if the world couldn't wait to see him in pain. He just prayed
no one would come home early.
Jim looked down at his body, the scars and bruises that had formed over every
inch of his skin. The horrible way his ribs poked out through the skin, and how
pale he was in contrast to each wound. The cuts and scars that lined each arm,
and the burns that covered his chest. The bruises on his hips where they would
dig their fingertips in. Everything about himself sent shivers down his spine.
He was ugly, the definition of a freak. The embodiment of a monster.
His mind wandered to a film he had recently watched, The Princess Bride. To the
pain... First loosing your feet below the ankles. Then hands at the wrists.
Nose. Eyes are next. Ears are the only thing you keep, so that you hear every
shriek, every baby crying and and every person crying out; "Dear God, what is
that thing?" To the pain... Exactly how Jim saw himself. A hideous monster, put
on this earth to suffer and be plagued with pain and torture.
As he lay there on the bed, his body stripped of clothes, and the bottle of
lube in hand, he sobbed. He poured the horrendous liquid out onto his fingers,
biting down on his lip as he allowed his hand to slip between his legs. He
wanted to scream, he wanted to scream so loud his vocal chords burst and his
throat felt raw. He wanted to lash out at everyone, attack them all until they
were nothing more than a pile of bodies. In that moment he even considered
swapping places with Richard. Although he knew he would never do such a thing,
even if his life was in jeopardy.
He slowly slipped one finger in, fighting to keep a sob from escaping his lips.
There was no pleasure in this. He couldn't get Josh's face out of his head, the
way he would laugh and grin at his pain. The pain was the least terrifying part
though. It was the days he thought he was enjoying it... The days his body
would betray him. Those were the worst. The longer Josh would fuck him, the
harder it became to fight the pleasure that would take over eventually. The
moans that would fight to escape his throat, and the way his cock would show
the lack of control he had.
Josh had mastered getting Jim to cum by this point. He knew just how to angle
himself so Jim lost all self control he had. He relished in making the smaller
man submit to him. This only made Jim feel so much worse though.
Another sob escaped his mouth as he added a second finger, moving slowly as he
stared up at the ceiling. Images continued to flash through his mind. The
thought of Josh making his stomach twist, the thought that he was bringing a
friend making things even worse. Then the thought of his father coming home and
finding them, what he would do if he saw what happened when he was away. The
scariest thought though, was if Richard came home and found them. If he found
out what Jim went through when he thought his brother was safe. It would kill
him.
It was getting close to ten o'clock now, Jim's eyes fluttered closed. He wanted
the sheets to swallow him up, wrap around him and suffocate him. He wanted the
world to stop turning and time to just freeze. His stomach tensed as he added a
third, the pain starting to wear off a little. His movements getting a little
faster as he tried to get it over with.
He bit down on his other hand, adding a forth and suffering through the brief
pain that followed. He was almost done. A thin layer of sweat covered his whole
body, his skin feeling cold as the clock moved closer to eleven. Every part of
him was wishing for an Earthquake or a tsunami, some form of disaster that
would kill everyone. It was useless though.
He slowly slid his fingers out, replacing them with the plug and began to sob
again. This was all because of Carl Powers. Carl Powers who had laughed at him,
who had bullied him, who had caused him to feel so bad that he decided to do
something... This was Carl's revenge. It had to be.
The brunette sat up, taking a deep breath and pulling on a pair of sweat pants
and a t-shirt. He needed to clean up, but all he wanted to do was throw up. He
trudged through the house, walking into the bathroom and quickly washing his
hands, brushed his teeth and fixed his hair, as well as washing away any traces
of tears.
There was still fifteen minutes when there was a knock on the door. Jim jumped
almost three feet in the air, his stomach twisting, as he quickly made his way
down the stairs. Josh and two of his friends. He recognised one of them from
his swim class, he didn't know his name though. The other he had never seen
before, and figured he probably didn't go to their school.
He didn't say anything to them, just moved out the way to allow them into his
home. Josh seemed in a bad mood, his eyes narrowed and hands clenched into
tight fists at his sides. "Good morning, Jimmy." He spoke up, forcing a smile
and wrapping an arm around his waist. Bad mood=affection. He was going to make
him hate himself.
"Good morning." He smiled, putting on his usual persona. He never showed fear,
he always tried to show he was bored, or unimpressed. He would make snide
comments to go along with the act, no one needed to know he spent his alone
time curled up in a ball sobbing his heart out.
Josh nodded at his friend, before starting to lead the way up to Jim's room. "I
hope you did as I asked, Jimmy. We have a lot to do today." He laughed, as the
others began to follow, Jim behind them all.
"Don't I always. It's the only joy I get out of this." He deadpanned, which
earned him a slap once he had reached the top of the stairs. He laughed and
shook his head, opening the bedroom door and sitting down on the bed. The three
boys joined him a moment later, Josh sitting beside him as the other two opted
for sitting on the small couch Jim had bought not too long ago.
"We've got a surprise for you today, Jimmy." He grinned, a slightly sinister
tone of voice. Jim crossed his legs, feeling extremely uncomfortable with his
posture, but refusing to show it. "A little birdy told me it was your birthday,
and we decided that we'd make it pretty... memorable." He laughed, pulling him
into a kiss. Jim rolled his eyes, trying his best to keep his persona up.
As Josh pulled away he made a point of biting his lip, drawing a small amount
of blood. "I do hope you don't mind a lovely little video being made." Jim's
heart stopped.
"No... Why would I?" He laughed. What was he doing? Why did he was to record
it? Why had he just agreed? One of his friends, the one he didn't recognise,
pulled out a small camera. That's when he pieced it together. He was his. He
wanted something to black mail him with. Something only he could use.
Josh's lips turned up into a grin as he stood up. "There's a good boy, now come
on. Let's see your beautiful body." He knew how much Jim hated his body. He
knew how self concious he was deep down. Josh knew just how to get to him, and
he made sure to use everything he could to make him miserable on days like
this.
Jim smiled at him, standing up and blocking out all the thoughts he had of
himself. His shirt was first to go, and he watched as both Josh's friends faces
twisted into something of both shock and horror. To the pain... His pants were
next, and just like that, every part of him was on show. "How do you want me?"
He smirked, pushing away the thoughts.
"Just get on the bed, Jimmy. You'll soon find out." He spoke softly, and it
terrifed the boy. He knew exactly what was coming. Josh's family were rich, his
father was a lord and his mother was a brilliant author. Neither of them ever
had time for Josh though. They only wanted him when they made public
appearences, or at their parties. Therefore they didn't care what he did during
the day.
This also meant that he had plenty of time to spend with Jim. "Oh I should
probably introduce you, Jimmy, this is Carl." He spoke, and all the air was
suddenly knocked out of Jim's lungs. He done chosen him on purpose. The boy
from his swim class. The other Carl.
"Nice to meet you, I hope your cock's more impressive than his." He smiled,
trying to keep calm. His whole body was tense, everything about him screamed
'I'm scared' but his attitude contradicted it. He was like an open book.
Obviously trying too hard to keep from crying. Carl just nodded at him though.
"And this is Phillips." He smiled signalling to the boy with the camera, and
Jim nodded at him. "So has the camera got enough power?" Josh asked, turning
his attention away from Jim as he situated himself on the bed. He had done this
on purpose. Jim had always assumed the boy to be an idiot, but right here,
right now. He was smart. He had planned this. Thought it through.
Ruin his birthday, make him cum, remind him of Carl and reassert his dominance.
"Isn't he wonderful? The way he just complies like a little whore." He smiled.
Anyone else would have thought he was affectionate because it was his birthday,
and he had decided to be nice. Or that he was a good boyfriend. Everyone knew
Jim got into a lot of fights, so the bruises didn't prove anything about Josh.
Phillips stayed seated on the couch, quickly setting up a tripod, before the
red light flashed on to show it was recording.
Jim's blood ran cold. This was going to happen, and he would forever be Josh's
personal little minion. Carl smirked at him, getting to his feet and walking
closer. "Does he do these to himself?" He asked, grabbing one of his arms. Jim
kept his mouth shut, looking away from them all and focusing solely on the
pillow in front of him.
"Yeah, little fuckers an emo." He laughed, standing beside his friend and
placing a hand on the bottom on his back. "I've been trying to help him stop,
but he just attacks me if I mention it. I'd be careful if I were you."
Anger boiled through his veins and he began to imagine snapping Josh's neck in
two. He imagined how pretty he would look surrounded by his own blood. Drowning
at the bottom of a pool. Burning to death. "Isn't that right, Jimmy?" Josh's
voice tore through his mind, as he tapped the plug further into him. His body
jolted slightly, as he looked up at him and nodded, not knowing what he was
actually talking about.
Josh smiled down at him and tapped it again, causing a quiet moan to escape his
lips. Anger was always the best way for Josh to take control. Thinking about
killing him always made him hard. Thinking about killing anyone did. He knew
this, and he also knew that Jim would never be able to. Not without getting
caught. He was lucky with Carl, but luck isn't something the universe just
gives away for free.
"You're going to take Carl first, but remember our rule." He spoke quietly.
"I don't cum, unless you say so." He nodded, as he adjusted his position,
gripping the bedsheets to stop from lashing out. Josh nodded, kissing him
again, and went to sit beside Phillips. The red dot had been on the whole time,
and it was driving him insane. He looked willing to let this happen. He looked
like he had consented. That's when it dawned on him though. He had consented.
Thousands of times. Simply by not wanting to be caught. Jim had consented to
all of this, the second Carl's heart stopped.
The other Carl kneeled behind him, the familiar sound of a zipper filling the
quiet between the four of them. Jim willed himself to relax as the plug was
slowly moved. First he pushed it in, smirking as Jim moaned at the sudden
movement, before removing it completely.
Within seconds Carl had pushed his way inside, causing Jim to bite his lip, his
knuckles turning white from the grip he had on the sheets. There was no waiting
period, no adjusting to the sudden intrusion, as Carl began to move his hips.
Pain radiated through out Jim's body, his stomach tensing as he tried to keep
himself from crying out. He squeezed his eyes shut, as Carl dug his nails into
the bruises that were already scattered over his hips.
"Careful Carl, don't kill him." Josh laughed, as Jim's elbows buckled and he
quickly scrambled to grip the headboard, to stop himself from falling. Carl
laughed, and shook his head, dragging his nails down Jim's sides causing him to
moan quite loud.
His breathing became unsteady as Carl pounding into him. Every inch of his body
shaking from fear, pleasure and pain. He zoned out into his thoughts, Josh's
head being pound against the floor, each of Carl's thrusts, matching the
pounding of Josh's head, until his skull finally caved in. Blood and brain
matter scattering across the floor, bone flying into the air as he continued to
pound. His face soon becoming unrecognisable. Jim's face was covered in Josh's
blood, his hands stained red and pieces of his skull sticking out of his skin.
Carl pulled out of him, quickly doing up his jeans and moving away. Jim came
back to reality, realizing what was happening and recognising what he had just
imagined. He could feel his own climax had slowly started building and felt
sick to his stomach.
"Such a good boy today, aren't you Jimmy?" Josh smirked, as he took Carl's
place. Jim nodded his head, willing his body to stop reacting. Josh ran his
fingers down Jim's spine, sending shivers through his body as he involuntarily
leaned into the contact. He wanted to be sick. "Remember our rule." He snarled,
quickly undoing his jeans and pushing his way inside with one quick, hard
thrust that almost caused Jim to scream.
It wasn't as painful as it could have been, and he was thankful that he had
been warned in advance. Yet it still felt like he was being torn apart. He took
a deep breath, as Josh slowly pulled out, thrusting hard again. He knew that
Jim hated it. He knew it caused him pain. He also knew that Jim was a pain
slut, despite how much he denied it. Jim enjoyed pain and torture, but he liked
it when he was in control. He liked it when he was able to say no, and stop.
Not that he'd ever experienced that.
Finally he stopped, moving his hips in a more rhythemic way, angleing himself
so he hit just the right spot every time. Jim tried -and failed- to keep
himself from moaning, to will away everything his body was forcing him to feel.
Josh continued to thrust his hips, running his nails down Jim's sides and
leaning down to bite his neck. He left fresh marks over his skin, red lines and
teeth marks, fresh bruises and new cuts.
Jim gripped the headboard harder, biting down on his hand to keep himself
quiet. He shouldn't be enjoying this! Josh leaned down beside his ear and
smirked. "Did you enjoy killing Carl this much? Did you touch yourself
afterwards?" He whispered, slipping his hand over his waist and wrapping it
around his length. "Do you think about it late at night? Do you think about how
his body went still, how everyone in the room screamed?" He continued as he
began to match his thrusts with his hand.
Jim's body flooded with pleasure, his back arching as he let out another moan.
"Do you think about when he was thrashing around? How he looked at you before
his heart gave out?" He growled, using his free hand to wrap around his throat.
"How he pleaded for help?" Jim could barely take it, unable to block out what
was happening.
"Go on, Jimmy... I'll let you..." He whispered, tightening his grip around his
throat. His thrusts had become irregular and Jim could tell that he was just as
close. Everything seemed to be running in slow motion though. Within seconds of
those words leaving his mouth, Jim had came, moaning out Josh's name, which
caused him to spill himself inside of Jim.
He was then tossed to the side, his hip hitting against the wall. "Slut." He
spat, zipping up his jeans and grabbing the camera. He smirked as he pressed
play, watching some of the video back. "I'll make you a copy. Drop it off
around five." He laughed, as the unmistakable sound of the front door opening
echoed through the house. "James, you home?" Richard called.
Jim's eyes widened, as he jumped up quickly getting dressed. Josh watched in
amusement, his lips curling into a smile. "Yeah... Just getting changed!" He
called back, as footsteps began to grow closer.
"Alright, Stacy's with me! If you need me, shout." Jim breathed a sigh of
relief knowing Richard wouldn't leave his room, when he realised what he had
said. Stacy was Josh's current girlfriend. His face was one of pure rage. In
one swift move he had Jim pinned against the wall by his throat.
"Your brother's going to fucking get it, tomorrow." He screamed, throwing the
camera onto the bed and laughing. "Maybe I'll film that too."
The three of them quickly left the room, heading out of the house and slamming
the door behind them. "James? That you going out?" Richard called. Jim fell to
the floor, his head hitting against the bedroom door as he began to sob.
"No! I... I had a friend over. They just left." He choked out, forcing himself
up despite his bodies protests. "Rich..." He whispered, as he opened the
bedroom door, forgetting to put a shirt on. "Richar..." He spoke a little
louder, his ears ringing as he began to go into shock.
He could barely stand as he stumbled towards Richard's room, eventually falling
to the ground and blacking out...
Richard had cleaned him up that night, putting him to bed and keeping a close
eye on him. He had also found out about what Jim was going through, after
finding the video. He hid the camera in his room, and over the years kept it in
case Jim ever decided to go to the police.
Richard had always felt guilty about it, but when Sebastian turned up to pick
Layla up that night, he handed the sniper the old camera, allowing him to watch
the video as the girl packed.
Jim knew Richard had the camera, he knew why he had it. He didn't mind, so long
as no one ever saw it... It made him feel powerful having a reminder of what
they did to him, and how he won the game.
Chapter End Notes
     I will write about Sebastian watching the video in the next chapter,
     and we'll have more of Jim and Layla to cheer this up a little...
***** Conversations. *****
Chapter Summary
     Jim finally opens up to Sebastian... And Sebastian can't help but
     comfort him.
Chapter Notes
     Don't forget to comment, because I love hearing what all of you
     lovely little bread sticks think, and translations are at the end!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Sebastian couldn't get the images out of his mind. He had seen the remains of
the bruises and cuts on Jim's body. He'd seen the effects that his past had had
on him, but this... this was something else. He wished he'd never asked. Seeing
Jim... Seeing him in such a state and allowing himself to be treated in such a
way... it made him sick.
"Jim? Layla's here." He called as he entered the apartment. It was starting to
get late, and he had decided to stay home that night instead. Jim was
unpredictable, but he was glad that Richard had allowed Layla to stay with
them. It would hopefully keep Jim at bay.
The sniper sighed, walking through the apartment and finding the criminal
asleep in bed. "Looks like uncle Jim's tired." Sebastian laughed, placing the
child down on the floor and sitting beside the sleeping figure. "Jim... Jim...
Wake up." He spoke quietly, shaking his employer.
Layla climbed up, shaking her uncle as well and giggling. "Jim! Jim! 'Ake up!"
She laughed, as he began to stir, his eyes fluttering open. Layla smiled at
him, lying down and cuddling up to his side. Jim's lips curled into a smile and
he pulled her close to him, looking up at the sniper.
"Thanks for getting her, tiger." He smiled, genuinely... and it broke
Sebastian's heart. He understood it now. Why he loved her so much, why she was
so important and why he was so scared that she wouldn't be safe. He understood
it all now. How could he not be so paranoid? He'd been hurt and abused in his
own room! His own school... Everywhere he went someone hurt him. Abused him.
"It's okay... I'll be in the living room if you need me. I'm not going out
tonight, I don't really feel up to it." He shrugged, leaving them together. Jim
had told him some of the things he went through, mostly when he got drunk.
Richard and their mother had explained a few things as well when he first met
them. He never really thought about it much, he knew it effected Jim, but he
would never admit to it. He had PTSD from the war, but Jim had it from his
whole childhood. His father, his mother, his brother, his first boyfriend. He
began to wonder how he could still have sex after everything he went through,
how he could trust people like that ever again.
Jim and Layla stayed in the bedroom, playing with dolls and dressing up. They
sang songs and told stories, they danced around and laughed. Their voices
carried through the building and lit up Sebastian's face. A large smile spread
across his face as he heard how happy they were. A warm feeling growing his
chest, and for a single moment he let himself believe he had a family.
"Sebastian! Be a lamb won't you, make us something to eat." Jim spoke up,
carrying the child into the room. He sat up, looking at both of them and the
matching smiles on their faces as Jim fixed the tiara on his head. "We want
spaghetti, and then we want ice cream." He laughed, carrying her over to the
couch.
"Anything else you want with your spaghetti?" The sniper nodded, standing up
and making his way through to the kitchen. Jim looked at the girl and raised an
eyebrow.
"Nuggets?" He asked, and she nodded. So Sebastian began to make them food,
pottering about in the kitchen and glancing through to them every so often. He
could barely hide the smile that kept threatening to appear as he saw them,
their matching tiaras and the makeup covering their faces, the tiny dress
hugging Layla's body as she danced around.
Jim smiled at her, holding both of her hands as he sang to her. Random Disney
songs and some from musicals he liked, all the while she danced and tried to
sing along, despite not knowing the lyrics. His eyes lit up from the joy he
felt and he was unable to stop himself from smiling.
As he began to sing A Whole New World spinning her around and picking her up,
he noticed Sebastian watching them. He could see as he fought to keep the smile
off his face, hoping to keep himself from going unnoticed by the criminal.
"Dinner's ready." Sebastian called eventually, placing two plates down at the
table. Jim smiled, placing the child down on the couch, and collecting their
food. "You're actually going to risk your couch being ruined?" Sebastian
laughed, raising an eyebrow.
"Well we're moving in a couple of days, we won't be needing it anymore." He
shrugged, handing the girl her food, and placing a fork in her hand. Sebastian
just nodded, sitting in the chair across from them and starting to read the
Irish dictionary he had been working through.
"Conas atá tú?" Jim asked, eating a mouthful of the spaghetti and instantly
regretting it. He'd do anything to make the young girl happy though; plus it
would keep Sebastian from lecturing him about his eating habits again. Layla
sat quietly, watching the random cartoon Jim had left on to entertain her.
Sebastian went over the words slowly in his mind, translating them in order to
understand what Jim had said, and his employer had no intention of translating
for him. How are you doing? He eventually worked out, and smiled at him,
flipping through the pages and finding the words he needed. "Go mall dul ar ais
ann, nach bhfuil sé chomh héasca agus tá sé." He spoke slowly, his sentence
slightly broken up as he translated his words.
Jim laughed and looked down at Layla, her eyes already starting to droop. "Ich
glaube, sie wird müde. Ich möchte mit dir reden, wenn sie schläft..." He spoke,
switching to German in fear that Richard had been teaching her Irish, although
he doubted it. Sebastian nodded, returning to his book as Jim finished his
meal. Layla had already fallen asleep leaning against him, her plate carefully
placed on the coffee table as she cuddled up to her uncles side.
Jim smiled, placing his own plate next to hers and picked her up. "You don't
mind cleaning these while I put her to bed, do you?" He asked, not giving him a
chance to reply, as he left the room. Sebastian sighed, putting his book down
and stood up, collecting the dishes and putting them in the sink. He could wash
them in the morning, right now he just wanted to sleep and forget everything he
had been shown.
He sat back down on the chair, his own eyes feeling heavy as he waited for Jim
to return. His mind continued to wander as he sat there, staring off into
space. Images replaying in his mind, the thought of Jim lying in bed crying,
the thought of him feeling so bad he had to hurt himself. It repeated in his
mind like a bad dream that he couldn't wake up from.
Jim returned a few minutes later, the tiara gone, and makeup washed off, and
his suit replaced with his usual shirt and sweatpants. He smiled at him,
leaning against the door frame. "You've seen it haven't you?" He asked bluntly,
crossing the room and standing right in front of him.
"Seen what, Jim?" Sebastian asked, hoping he was talking about something else.
Jim shook his head and glared at him though, forcing the older man to look at
him. "Yes... I've seen it." He admitted quietly, wanting to tear his gaze away.
This was something different. The look in Jim's eyes was terrifying, the way
the pupils had dilated and his lips were completely straight, his whole face
void of emotion. "Richard..." He started but his voice trailed off as he saw
Jim's eyes darken, his breathing slowing right down causing him to look
completely calm.
"How much did you watch?" He asked, his voice low and his accent bleeding
through as he looked down at the blond. "Just one? Two? The whole thing?"
"There's more than one?" Sebastian asked quietly, tearing his eyes away. Jim
nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. He sat down on the couch, leaning
forward and resting his arms on his knees. "I won't mention it. I swear." He
spoke after a moment, cautiously moving to sit beside him.
Jim looked up at him, his eyes now filled with tears. "The one with Carl?" He
asked quietly, and Sebastian nodded his head. Jim sighed looking down at the
ground again and resting his head in his hands. "The first one... Filmed ten
years ago..."
Sebastian nodded, not knowing what else to do, the room filling with a horrible
atmosphere. The kind that would usually only be present when Jim was in the
basement. "There's eight in total, two of them were classed as snuff films when
the police found them... I managed to get them back though. No one knows they
exist other than Richard and I. And now you I suppose... I'm not going to kill
you for knowing. You're the best sniper I have, and so I'd hate for you to go
to waste.
"I will however, need a sort of... insurance. Something that proves you will
never tell anyone. You've got two days to come up with something, otherwise I
will unfortunately have to take drastic actions." He explained. His voice was
weak, but the threat was still terrifying to hear. Sebastian nodded though, and
thought about what he could tell his employer, before standing up and heading
into his bedroom.
Jim raised an eyebrow, unsure of what he was doing. Sebastian rummaged around
in one of the boxes he had already packed, until he found his laptop. "You can
pick one." He spoke simply, as he sat beside his employer again, getting up a
list of videos he had. "I'm not giving you any details about them."
It was only fair after all? Sebastian had seen a video, so Jim should see one
as well. An eye for an eye. "How many are there?" He wondered aloud, looking
through the list.
"Twelve."
"Then I pick the eighth one." He shrugged, starting to become slightly
intrigued. Sebastian nodded, selecting the one Jim had chosen and waited for it
to load, before pressing play. "Oh! My! God! Is that you?" He laughed when the
image loaded, the video beginning to play.
Sebastian's cheeks turned a dark shade of pink as he nodded his head. Jim had
tears in his eyes, as he held his sides. "Why were you dressed as a ballerina?"
He choked out. Sebastian shrugged, looking down at him glad that he was in a
better mood.
"I was drunk with a few friends from the army... One of them had a ballerina
outfit... It was obvious one of us was going to wear it." He spoke quietly, as
the video continued. Jim's laughter died down as he continued to watch, a large
grin still playing on his lips.
"You're good. Please tell me you didn't actually learn ballet as a kid?" He
pleaded, looking up at him. Sebastian shook his head, laughing a little at
Jim's question.
Once the video ended, Sebastian placed the laptop on the ground by his feet.
"Good enough for you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Jim nodded, resting his
head against the sniper's shoulder. Sebastian gave him a look on confusion, but
allowed him to stay leaning against him.
Jim stayed silent for a few minutes, just staring ahead at the television. "It
started at the swimming pool when I was fifteen. Josh had found out it was me
who had killed Carl Powers, and threatened to go to the police if I didn't let
him." He spoke up after a moment. Sebastian didn't reply, not sure if Jim
wanted him to talk, or to just listen. Jim seemed pretty content with him just
listening though, and continued to talk.
"He dragged me into one of the changing rooms, forced me to wait as my class
left, and they opened the pool to the public. Once the room was fairly empty
he... Well to put it lightly he had his way with me. I don't remember much of
it, I zoned out, the pain was unbearable." He shrugged, speaking as though the
whole experience didn't matter to him, as if he was just reading something in
the news.
Sebastian nodded, keeping his mouth shut and his eyes fixed on the smaller man.
"It went on for two years. My dad joined too... Well when I say he joined, he
would do the same thing to me, but late at night and not as often. He was a
drunk so he would usually pass out, or he'd just settle for beating me."
Sebastian's heart snapped in two, he'd never known that his father had done...
that to him. Jim continued to stare off at the television, eventually moving to
face the sniper. "I got it over it, evidently. Sex became a tool. I do enjoy it
sometimes, but there's very specific things I enjoy during it." He laughed, and
stood up. Sebastian nodded, still not quite sure what to say to him. "Would you
like to find out?" He smirked, walking to Sebastian's bedroom.
The sniper sat frozen for a second, unsure of if Jim had actually just asked
that, or if he was imagining things. "W-what?" He stuttered out, looking at him
with wide eyes. Jim laughed, signalling for him to follow and disappeared into
the room. Sebastian stumbled over to his room, finding Jim lay on his back on
the bed.
"Red means stop, Orange means freeze." He spoke simply, sitting up and pointing
to him. "Strip, then lye on your back."
Sebastian didn't need to be told twice, as he quickly removed his clothes and
lay back on the bed. Jim smirked, nodding at him, "Two seconds, I need to get
something." He laughed, skipping off. Sebastian felt slightly self conscious
lying there, completely naked in front of his boss. He felt disgusted with
himself, feeling as though he was taking advantage of Jim, yet he couldn't help
but feel intrigued about what Jim was going to do. Plus he was incredibly hard
now, so it was either this or wank alone in the shower.
Jim returned a few minutes later, a small box of items in his hands as he
smiled at the sniper. "We're going to have lots of fun with this, tiger. Do
refrain from moving as much as possible, and do not expect me to care much
about if you're enjoying this. You can use the traffic lights, but I do not
promise that I'll pay them any attention. This can be dangerous, but I will fix
you up afterwards. And I expect you to be fully compliant."
"Yes, sir..." He mumbled, nodding his head. Jim's grin widened as he placed the
box on the ground. "Do I get to know what you're going to do though?"
Jim laughed, shaking his head and pulled out a blindfold. "I'm going to fuck
you."
Chapter End Notes
     Go mall dul ar ais ann, nach bhfuil sé chomh héasca agus tá sé. -
     Getting there slowly, it's not as easy as it looks.
     Ich glaube, sie wird müde. Ich möchte mit dir reden, wenn sie schläft
     ... - I think she's getting tired. I want to talk to you once she's
     asleep.
***** J-Jim. *****
Chapter Summary
     Sebastian learns very quickly why Jim enjoys sex so much.
Sebastian's hands were crossed at the wrists, above his head, and tied to the
bed posts. His eyes were covered with a thick blindfold that stopped his from
seeing anything, and his ankles were secured to the posts at the end of the
bed. Jim was laughing as he traced over his chest with a dagger, not hard
enough to leave any marks, but as a silent promise that he soon would.
The whole room was silent, echoing Jim's laugh and Sebastian's sharp intakes of
breath, each time the knife was trailed over his body. "J-Jim..." He breathed
out, just needing to breath the tense silence between them. His arms were tired
from being in the same position for so long and his cock hurt from how long it
had been ignored. Jim was straddling his hips, his free hand tracing up and
down his side. "Please... Jim... I-I need something..." He whined.
Jim laughed and shook his head, leaning down and hovering his lips near his
ear. "You get what I give you, and there are to be no complaints." He growled,
dragging the blade over his cheek and letting blood seep out through the wound.
Sebastian hissed in pain, and gritted his teeth. "You're mine, Sebastian and I
decide what you get." He snapped, running his tongue over the blood pouring
over his tiger's cheek.
Sebastian nodded, pulling on the ropes a little. Jim laughed again, and pressed
his thumb against the wound, squeezing out more of the crimson liquid. The
knife trailed over the side of his neck, a faint red line being left behind in
it's wake. Sebastian shivered at the sensation, fear pooling deep in his
stomach at the thought of what Jim could do to him. He'd seen the man gut
people, turn them inside out and laugh, with no remorse or any sign of regret
for anything, other than getting a spot of blood on his tie.
The knife trailed down further, the pressure growing as it dragged down the
centre of his chest, almost as if Jim was preparing to dissect him. The cuts
didn't go further than chicken scratches, red lines scattered over his tanned
flesh. Jim's free hand trailing over each mark he made, his nails scratching
over them and raising on the skin.
Sebastian tried to keep his breathing normal, he tried to keep completely
still. He even tried to stop his hips from bucking when Jim would move back
ever so slightly. Jim seemed to enjoy seeing his tiger fight to keep control.
He had never thought he would enjoy being cut and hurt. He figured he would
have 'Red' by now.
Jim began to add to the pressure, the cuts starting to bleed ever so slightly,
the bright red liquid bubbling up and shining. He smiled, wiping his thumb over
the lines and smudging the blood over his skin. "You're going to be good for me
aren't you, Seb?" He laughed, throwing the knife to the floor, a loud thud as
it hit the ground.
Sebastian flinched at the sound, his instincts kicking in, telling him
something was wrong until he heard Jim's voice. His hands were placed on either
side of his chest, as he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips,
so soft that he was barely even able to feel it. It was the only
acknowledgement Jim had ever made of his feelings towards the sniper. He never
kissed the people he fucked. He never kissed anyone, but in that moment it was
all he wanted to do, even it he would never admit to it. And if Sebastian ever
asked about it, he would simply tell him it was to show him he was in control.
That he was his. He owned him and Jim could do whatever he wanted to him.
Sebastian had felt it though, and he fought to keep the smile of his face. The
tiny glimmer of hope that Jim felt the same way about him. Though just like the
younger man, he would never admit to it, and he would never ask about it.
Jim leaned back again, getting off of the sniper and stepping on to the floor,
his bare feet cold on the wooden flooring. He padded over to the small box of
items he had brought in, less than twenty minutes prior and lifted it onto the
bed.
The sniper furrowed his brows as Jim got off him, confused to what he was doing
and frustrated at the blind fold. Then the weight of the bed shifted, it wasn't
something extremely heavy, and he figured it was probably the box of items Jim
had just brought in, his mind wandering to what could be within it, when the
faint smell of sweets and sugar drifted around the room.
Jim glanced up at Sebastian from his little box of tricks and smirked. "You'll
enjoy this part. It's less... violent." He laughed, which sent a shiver through
Sebastian's body, the way Jim's accent thickened and his voice sounded like
silk.
"You're beautiful when you're scared, Sebastian." He spoke quietly, as he moved
back onto the bed, sitting atop the snipers waist. "Let's add some more
stripes." He smirked, taking a jar of chocolate spread and some strawberries.
Jim dipped one of the pieces of fruit in the sweet coating, biting into it.
"Open." He whispered as he leaned down, placing the rest of the strawberry to
Sebastian's lips. The ex-colonel followed his orders, parting his lips as the
item slipped between them. "Bite." Was his next command which he once again
followed, surprised at Jim's idea of fun. Jim smirked, watching his tiger
closely as he obeyed his commands.
He sat up right again, shifting slightly and threw the rest of the strawberry
on the ground, getting another and starting to paint new stripes over the
tanned skin. Sebastian smiled up at him, unable to see what Jim was doing, how
much he was actually enjoying this.
He finished painting the lines, placing the used strawberry at the snipers lips
again, his lips parting slightly as he bit down on a second piece of fruit. Jim
watched him, the way his jaw moved as he chewed the sweet item. It was
mesmerising. He leaned down, pecking his lips again and along his jaw until his
lips hovered just near his ear. "I told you, you would enjoy this part." He
laughed.
Sebastian shivered again, Jim lips starting to trail down this time, along his
neck. Kissing, biting and sucking at the skin until small roses began to appear
on his skin. Then he moved along his collar bones, nipping gently at the skin
as Sebastian let out quiet hisses. He smirked against the skin, moving to his
chest and starting to lick up the chocolate spread. His tongue flicking out
against the skin, and lapping up the sweet treats he had painted over his
already scarred flesh.
The sniper writhed beneath him, letting out quiet gasps. Jim enjoyed each sound
he made and each and every little movement he made. The harder he tried to stay
still, the more Jim would tease him, running his nails over his sides and
slowly making his way further down his torso.
Sebastian began to breath a little heavier, his breaths becoming longer as he
waited in anticipation. His cock straining and begging for release, but he
never wanted this to end. The affection, if only an act, from James was more
than he could have ever imagined. The way his tongue danced over his skin, and
his feather light kisses tingled against his lips. The feeling of his nails
dragging over his sides and the way his skin felt against his own.
Jim continued down, licking up the last of the chocolate, having situated
himself on Sebastian's thighs for easier access. "I want to hear you beg, Seb.
What do you want?" He smirked, once the last of the chocolate had been licked
up.
Sebastian bit his lip and shook his head, not know what he wanted, he just
wanted more of James. To touch him, feel him against his skin. "You..." Was all
he managed to get out, his voice quiet and desperate. Jim smirked, and nodded
although he couldn't see it. He smirked and grabbed the jar again, resting it
on his waist as he smeared some on his finger, wiping it along Sebastian's
length.
A quiet, breathy moan escaped the sniper's lips, his mouth falling open
slightly. Jim laughed at how desperate he sounded, and got off him again,
causing the sniper to whine and pull on his restraints. He laughed again, as he
removed his shirt, folding it neatly and lying it on top of his gun rack. He
slowly removed his trousers next, folding them and lying them on top of his
shirt, trying to keep as silent as possible to keep Sebastian from working out
what he was doing.
"James..." He whispered, his voice dripping with desperation as he tried to
move and failed. Jim smirked, and pulled his boxers off next, leaving them on
the ground. Sebastian continued to whine, every part of his body desperate to
feel Jim against him. He was like a drug. Addictive, relaxing, uplifting,
depression, soul crushing, dangerous, illustrious. He was his own brand of
heroin, and he needed another fix.
Jim lingered in the corner of the room for a moment longer. His eyes trailed
over every inch of the sniper, taking in every little detail. Every scar and
bruise, every little imperfection, the tattoo on his hip of a magpie, the way
his muscles would tense and how his jaw clenched. Every inch of him was
perfection to Jim, he was the type of guy everyone wanted. The guy who girls
would lust after, and guys wished they could be, who gay guys would stare at,
and straight guys would be jealous of. He was everything Jim wasn't. But he
fucking loved it.
He slowly walked over to the bed again, his footsteps light on the wooden
floor. "You're still going to be good for me, aren't you Sebby?" He sang,
running his fingers over his cheek and down his neck, making his tiger shiver.
He nodded his head, leaning into every little bit of contact Jim was giving
him. The torture of him only being able to feel the smallest amount of Jim
killed him. He wanted everything, and if he wasn't bound to the bed, he would
take it.
He wanted to make Jim happy. He wondered if he would moan, if he would scream
or if he would be quiet and only make the slightest of gasps. He had often
thought about it in the shower, or late at night when Jim wasn't lying next to
him. He had thought about what Jim would be like in a relationship, if he would
be loving and caring, or if he would be the same as he is now. If he would
cuddle up to him on good nights, as well as the bad. If he would like to be
taken on dates, or maybe he'd enjoy staying in.
This wasn't something he had thought of. He knew Jim enjoyed things being...
violent. Dominating. He'd witnessed it within the first week of moving in with
him. The way he would hide the bruises on his wrists, or he would hear the
quiet yelps from the people he brought home. He could see that Jim enjoyed the
violence when they would torture people, or kill people. He would have a sick
grin on his face and his eyes would light up, and he'd have Nyx already waiting
in his bedroom when they got back.
Nyx... Jim hated him with a passion, but he looked like Sebastian and he was
willing to let Jim do whatever he liked. So a little under a year ago, Nyx
became Jim's go to whore. Or boyfriend as Sebastian would insist on calling
him. They both understood their relationship though. Sex and nothing more.
However, Jim had called him once or twice when Sebastian was away, just to
cuddle. Although, he'd never ever admit to that.
Jim situated himself on Sebastian's thighs again, running his hands over his
hips. "Yes, Jim... I'll be good..." He whispered, taking a few slow breaths.
Jim smirked at him, and leaned down to licking up the side of his cock, and
cleaning off the chocolate. Sebastian gasped, pulling against the restraints.
"Beg for it, Sebby." He whispered, his breath hitting against the sensitive
flesh. "I want to hear how desperate you are."
Sebastian was already panting, desperate for something, anything that Jim would
give him. He knew how degrading it would be to beg him, but this was Jim and he
always got his way. "P-please, Jim... Please... I... Need you..." He whispered,
barely registering what he had said.
Jim's eyes lit up as he heard the words. He knew Sebastian was just desperate
for sex... for release. However, hearing that someone needed him. Hearing those
words. Jim, I need you. It made everything in his mind shut off, just for a
second and his heart flutter. Everything about those words made him melt.
He smirked and running his tongue over his cock again, and slowly taking him in
his mouth. His thumbs rubbing small circles over his hips. Sebastian was let
out a loud moan, pulling hard against the restraints, and letting his head fall
back into the pillows. His whole body was tense as Jim bobbed his head,
attempting to hold out at least a little longer.
"Jim..." He breathed out, as the younger man hollowed his cheeks, attempting to
keep himself from bucking his hips and choking him. Jim didn't care about
getting off himself anymore. This was far too precious. The way he could take
Sebastian apart just using his tongue, how he moaned his name and cared enough
not to try and choke him, even involuntarily. He couldn't help but watch the
way Sebastian moved and reacted. "Jim... please... I need... you... I need...
more..." He panted out, biting his lip.
Jim slowly pulled away from him, and licked his lips. Those words again. He
needed him. Sebastian whined at the sudden loss of sensation, as Jim moved off
of him. "Don't worry, Seb... Two minutes." He spoke quietly, rumaging around
for lube. Which for some reason, Sebastian kept in his wardrobe?
"Jim... please..." He begged, only making the grin on Jim's lips wider. He lay
beside him, quickly pouring it over his fingers. It reminded him of his
childhood. It reminded him of his childhood. The way Josh would just expect
these things. Yet there was something different about it. Something different
knowing this was for Sebastian. That Sebastian wasn't trying to make him do
something he didn't want to, he wasn't trying to take control and he wasn't
forcing himself onto Jim.
He quickly prepared himself, as Sebastian continued to whine. The quiet moans
escaping Jim's lips only making him all the more desperate. His wrists burning
from the ropes and his ankles bruising. He continued to beg, Jim's name being
repeated and he could already feel his climax building, before he had even
finished.
"Jimmy... please..." He whispered eventually, and Jim couldn't bare it anymore
he was just as desperate. He took a deep breath and slowly moved to straddle
his waist again, making quick work of slicking up his cock. "J-Jim..." He
stuttered out, breathless.
Jim slowly removed the blindfold, the bright blue eyes of his sniper staring up
at him. He bit his lip, remembering the scars on his skin. The bruises on his
skin and the old burn marks. The stripes that covered his back and stomach, and
the old finger marks covering his hips. What if Sebastian reded? What if he
thought he was ugly? Everything replayed in his mind and he had never felt so
self conscious in his whole life.
Sebastian's eyes trailed over him, a small smile playing on his lips. Jim
smiled at him, taking in the sight of his bright blue eyes, as he leaned down,
placing another feather soft kiss on his lips. "I want to hear you moan my
name." He whispered against his lips, his dark eyes staring into the bright
blue of his tiger's.
He nodded, their eyes staring straight into each others as Jim shifted further
down lining himself up, before slowly moving down, his head tilting back.
Sebastian let his eyes flutter shut, moaning out Jim's name just as he had
asked, not that he could have stopped himself anyways.
Jim bit his lip, his stomach tensing slightly as he adjusted. "Seb..." He
whispered, placing his hands on the snipers chest and looking down at him.
"I..." He mumbled, but bit back whatever he was going to say, and began to ride
the sniper. Something felt different though. It wasn't like with Josh, hard and
fast and painful. It wasn't like with most of his whores where he would zone
out, and just get off quickly. It wasn't even like Nyx, where he would imagine
it was Sebastian. This was Sebastian. Sebastian Moran, in the flesh.
Sebastian began to thrust up and meet his movements, skin hitting together and
moans errupting throughout the room. Jim was panting, digging his nails into
Sebastian's chest as he arched his back. His mind going foggy for the first
time without alcohol.
"Jim... I'm..." Sebastian panted, his movements becoming less rhythemic. Jim
leaned down, a thick layer of sweat covering both of their bodies. Sebastian's
hair was sticking to his forehead, his eyes open and staring at Jim, full of
lust.
They both continued to move in sync, their breathing ragged and heavy. "Seb...
Seb..." Jim stuttered out, as he came closer and closer to his climax.
Sebastian smiled at him, very faintly. His eyes glistening and skin tinted
slightly red.
"Jim... Jimmy... I..." he stuttered out as he came hard, with a loud moan
cutting himself off. Jim followed suit, Sebastian's desperate moans sending him
over the edge. His body spasming as he fell onto Sebastian's chest, raking in
air and trying to enjoy the moment.
A moment of pure bliss, a moment in which he could pretend that Sebastian loved
him. A moment that he could just hold the sniper in his arms, their hearts
beating at the same time, and pretend that he was his. That he could call
Sebastian his, and not just in the sense of 'his sniper'. Actually his.
But the moment was over all too soon. Everything coming back to him at once as
he moved off of Sebastian, quickly untying him.
"Fuck Jim... that..." he panted, as he checked the marks on his wrists. "That
was just... fuck..." he continued to mumble, completely exhausted as he lay
there. Jim grabbed the lotion he'd brought in with him, rubbing it into the
burns that had been left behind and smiling at the blond.
 
"Jim... leave it, come here." Sebastian sighed, signalling for him to come over
to him. Jim shook his head and continued to massage the cream into thhe wounds.
 
Sebastian sat up, grabbing Jim's wrists and pulling him up. "Leave it... I'm
fine. I've had worse." He mumbled, pulling him down next to him and holding him
close. "I like cuddles after sex, and you're going to let me." He growled, his
voice deep and his accent thicker. If Jim ever questioned his posh upbringing,
his accent now would be enough proof.
 
"Okay..." Jim mumbled, cuddling up close to older man. His fingers tracing over
the lines he had just created. The snipers arms wrapped around him
protectively. This was the moment he wanted with Sebastian.
 
"You know, you're beautiful..." Sebastian whispered, tracing his own fingers
over Jim's scars. He was exhausted, half asleep already as he stared down at
him his eyes half hodded. "I love you, Jim..." he mumbled, leaning closer to
him.
 
Jim's heart was thumping in hs chest, a horrible sick feeling in the pit of his
stomach. As Sebastian leaned closer his mind went blank, silence taking over
and the bliss returning. His lips pressing against his and molding together
perfectly. Their bodys pressing together and eyes fluttering shut. It was
perfect, and it was loving and caring, and it wasn't at all Jim.
Yet this was all he wanted. He wanted nothing more than to be in that moment. A
moment of bliss for the rest of his life. That's all he wanted but he didn't
deserve it. He didn't deserve Sebastian. He was going to be selfish though. He
was going to be selfish and keep Sebastian all to himself.
"I love you, Sebastian." He whispered as they pulled away, their foreheads
resting together. Another quick kiss, and another until soon Sebastian had
kissed every inch of Jim's lips.
 
Things weren't supposed to last though, as Layla began to shout for Jim. "Two
minutes..."
***** Morning *****
Sebastian was cuddled up close to Jim the next morning, his arm wrapped tightly
around the smaller man's waist, and his chest pressed up against his back.
Their legs tangled together, and fingers laced between each other. It was a
strange moment as he thought back to the previous night. Looking down to find
them both naked, confirming that last night wasn't a dream.
Layla had woken up from all the noise they made, thankfully only hearing the
bed frame hitting against the wall. So Jim had ended up pulling on Sebastian's
dressing gown, and rocking her back to sleep. Which of course meant Sebastian
got punished... with several new bruises covering his hips, and Jim's cock in
his mouth. Which thinking back, wasn't the worst punishment he could have been
given. He did feel guilty about Layla though, and hoped she didn't mention
anything to Severin and Richard.
Jim stirred slightly, shifting in his sleep and burying his face into the
pillow. Sebastian thought hard back to the previous night. It was hard to
remember anything, due to how intense things were, especially with a knife
dragging awfully close to his dick. That's when he remember the three words he
had spoken. Those three words he swore he would never, ever let Jim hear. I
love you. I love you, those three words that were going to ruin his life, the
second Jim woke up. The words he would hold against him. He would use to get
his own way.
Jim was manipulating, Sebastian knew that. He never thought he'd actually get
something worth blackmailing him with. He felt sick, his heart was racing and
his breathing was out of sync. Everything seemed to slow down as he stared at
the mop of black hair in front of him. "Calm down, tiger..." Jim mumbled, his
accent thick and his voice heavy with sleep.
He rolled over to face him, his eyes shining a little in the dull light of the
winter morning. "I am calm, go back to sleep." He mumbled, as Jim pushed his
arm off of him. The bags under his eyes had gotten a little lighter, and
Sebastian got the feeling that last night was the first proper sleep Jim had
gotten in a while.
"I'm fine, I'm awake now, and there's work to be done." He frowned, already
getting out of the bed. Sebastian hummed a reply, covering his eyes with his
arm as he lay on his back. It was very early, and he wondered how Jim was able
to get up and start work so early. Sebastian didn't even wake up this early for
school. Jim groaned, looking over at the sniper, catching his attention as he
peered out from behind his arm. "I'm borrowing a shirt, I don't want to wake
Layla."
"Fine... Anything in that bag is clean." He yawned, pointing to the corner of
the room. Jim rolled his eyes as he looked at the bag of clothes, overflowing
and falling onto the floor. "I don't see the point in unpacking, only to pack
up again and move a week or two later." He mumbled, pulling the blanket over
his head.
Jim sighed, picking out a jumper and pulling it over himself. It was three or
four sizes too big, and hung low by his knees, the collar slipping on his
shoulder slightly. "Richard said to drop Layla off around one, you don't have
anything planned do you?" He asked, rubbing his eyes and crossing the room.
"No, I'll drive you, don't worry." He nodded. "I want to talk to you
afterwards... If that's okay?" Sebastian spoke quietly. He didn't know what he
was going to say. He didn't even know if he wanted to try and explain his...
feelings? He just needed to know if Jim was going to kill him or not. His heart
pounded as he looked back at Jim though, his eyes narrowed and his usual scowl
taking over his features, even this early in the morning. He looked adorable in
Sebastian's jumper though, and he couldn't have looked less threatening.
"If you're going to waste my time, and try to explain your love confession from
last night to me, then now. It's not okay. I simply don't care what you have to
say on the matter, however if you have something of significance to tell me.
Then you may." He spoke simply, his eyes never once leaving Sebastian's.
Both of them stared for a long time after, their eyes locked together.
Sebastian's heart dropped, his blood running cold and his breath catching in
his throat. It wasn't fear, it was heartbreak. Jim really didn't care. He
didn't care about him, he was just another whore in his eyes. Nothing more than
someone to fuck when Nyx wasn't around. It's not like Sebastian was expecting a
love confession, but Jim had told him he loved him last night. He too had
uttered those three little words.
Jim on the other hand, he felt nothing. He had once again locked away his
feeling, deep down inside of him. His eyes were cold and emotionless as he
stood there, lips pressed tightly together in a straight line and his arms
folded over his chest. He was aware how adorable he looked, he just didn't
care. He didn't need to be threatening. He just needed to pretend he didn't
care. He couldn't look weak in front of his employee. Not in this way.
Love was a weakness, it always would be. If he showed sentiment of any kind, it
would open up a door of opportunity. They would be a constant target, and he
couldn't risk that right now. Not with the game he was slowly setting up. It
would crumble and burn, and it was critical that this worked. This would be the
biggest thing he'll ever orchestrate, nothing could go wrong, and he couldn't
take any unnecessary risks.
Sebastian shook his head and lay back down. "I'll make breakfast..." He
mumbled, trying to keep the emotion out of his voice. Jim nodded, and left the
room, leaving Sebastian to the dark thoughts within his head. The horrible
feeling in his stomach, and the tight feeling in his chest. Everything seemed
so surreal all of a sudden. Jim had definitely uttered those three words to him
last night, he was so sure of it. He had heard him. Those three words. I love
you. He had spoken them! Sebastian wasn't imagining it! He couldn't have
imagined it!
...Could he?
Jim went to his office and locked the door. He didn't want Sebastian to walk in
while he was trying to stuff his feelings back down, deep inside of himself. He
didn't want him to hear the frustration as he muttered to himself how stupid he
had been when he spoke those three words. The forbidden words. Those words you
should never speak, for they will always be lies, weakness and a target. Those
three words which once uttered would tear your world apart. He just prayed that
Sebastian would never mention it, or even better... would never remember. It
had been an intense night after all, an intense moment, he could just claim it
was something he said in the heat of the moment. Besides Sebastian had said it
as well.
Jim's mind was so full of thoughts, he didn't even notice when Sebastian had
unlocked the door with the emergency key, and placed his breakfast down in
front of him. Along with the files he had milling over the previous week. He
sighed as he picked at the food, reading over the information.
His plan was perfect. Nothing could wrong. He just needed to finish a few small
details and explain it to Sebastian. He was a critical part of the plan, the
man who would make everything run smoothly, and sort out all the kinks. A gun
could make anyone comply. Especially with Colonel Sebastian Moran pulling the
trigger. His reputation had become one of legend since they had met.
Colonel Sebastian Moran, the man who had shot ten people dead in broad
daylight. The man who killed twelve of Jim's men with his bare hands. The man
who could take down full army squadrons. He was the only person Jim had ever
admired and here he was, sat at his desk contemplating why he didn't just tell
him. Convincing himself that it's better this way. It won't hurt him this way.
Sebastian knocked on the door an hour later, now dressed in his usual jeans and
a plain shirt. He looked exhausted and his hair was damp. Jim hadn't even
noticed that he'd gotten a shower. "Ten o'clock, sir. You need to take your
medication." He spoke quietly, as he walked towards the criminal's desk. "I've
made another appointment for next week." He shrugged, as he placed the tablets
on the desk, and a glass of water.
The smaller man nodded, reaching to take the pills. "Call Richard, let him know
we'll be dropping Layla off early. I have a few things to do at the office." He
didn't look up at him as he took the pills. Sebastian nodded, and picked up the
discarded plate, and the pill packets. Things seemed tense between them, and he
knew to stay out of the way when Jim got like this. It was only a matter of
time until he flipped. He didn't want that happening while Layla was around.
"I'll go get her up and dressed then." He nodded, as he turned to leave. Jim
hummed a reply and stood up, walking around the desk and smiling at the sniper.
"We have a meeting later tonight, if you're free. You'll need a new identity
for it, pick one you haven't used before. If you're not free, I'll get Nyx to
join me, who knows I might get lucky and he'll be killed." He laughed, leaning
against the front of his desk and crossing his arms. Sebastian nodded, turning
to face him again.
"Nyx called earlier. He asked for you to call him back." He shrugged and left,
leaving Jim alone with his thoughts again. He sighed and sat back down at his
desk, spinning his phone around on the arm of the chair, until finally deciding
to text the whore. He was bored and needed a distraction after all. What's the
worst that could happen?
[Why did you call? -JM] He text, and sat back. He hated waiting for replies. It
was tedious. The reason he preferred to call, you couldn't make spelling
mistakes and you didn't have to wait longer than a few seconds for a reply. It
was easier and more convenient, plus it was more reliable and you could get
across how pissed you were. You can't put emotion into texts. It was a
pointless invention. Or that was how Jim saw it, Sebastian preferred to text.
It meant he always had proof of a conversation and he would be able to go over
it if he needed to, he wasn't like Jim who could remember whole conversations
word for word.
[I was wondering if you needed me for anything, or if I could have the night
off? -N] Jim sighed at the message when another came through, this time from
his sniper.
[Busy tonight. Sorry, boss. -SM] Jim rolled his eyes and shook his head. He
wasn't one to care if someone cancelled their plans, but at the same time he
wasn't someone who made plans that could be cancelled. He had given Sebastian
the choice however. This only meant he would have to go alone, and he never
turned up alone. This would be a first, since his very first day as Moriarty.
[You can have the night off. I expect you free tomorrow though. -JM] He sent to
both of them, and put his phone back down on the desk. There was no point in
forcing them to come with him. It wasn't like he was in any real trouble after
all, it was a meeting with an old friend. Sherrinford Holmes.
Sebastian entered his office once again, Layla perched on his shoulders and
laughing. "Ready to go, Jim?" He smiled, putting her down on the floor and
letting her run over to him. Jim nodded as he picked her up, placing her down
on his lap.
"Just let me get dressed into something that isn't yours." He mumbled, as she
hugged him. Her bright blue eyes staring up at him. She had Richard's hair and
his smile, his sense of humour and adorable little mannerisms, but she had her
mothers eyes. Nothing could compare to them though, except Sebastian's.
Sebastian's were beautiful, bright blue like the sky on a perfect summers day,
they'd shine in the light and turn a brighter colour and of a night they would
be as dark as the sea. They'd light up and sparkle with joy as he peered
through the scope of his guns, and when he smiled they'd change again. There
was a constant sense of happiness, contentment in them, but looking closely you
could see the pain.
And Jim loved that.
"I'll be back in a moment." He nodded, and placed her back on the floor. Layla
frowned and crossed her arms as she looked at him. "Sebastian will get you some
sweets while you wait." He sighed, and left the room. He was in no mood to be
cheerful and nice. He didn't want to let her go though, and he especially
didn't want her to see how he was really feeling. Sebastian could see it
though.
He watched as the shorter man walked past him, the way his shoulders fell and
the usual sense of confidence he wore slipped away. The way his hips didn't
sway as he walked, and his arms wrapped around his waist in an attempt to
comfort himself. His eyes that shifted from mesmerising to empty, black holes
of pain and suffering. All he wanted to do was help him, but he knew Jim would
never allow that. He knew Jim would rather someone call him an idiot than try
and comfort him, so what was he to do?
"Come on then, Jim promised you sweets." He sighed, and took the young girls
hand as they walked slowly through to the kitchen. He picked her up and placed
her on the counter as he got Jim's stash of sweets down from a shelf. It was
rare Jim ate them, unless he was having a particularly hard day, so it was
still full of many different things. Chocolate buttons and Mars bars, lollipops
and marshmallows, crisps and cookies. He had everything.
Jim would usually eat the lollipops when he was out of gum, something to occupy
his mouth and keep him quiet. The cookies were for late nights reading over
files. Crisps he ate when he was reading a book. Marshmallows for winter, he
loved roasting them over a fire and putting them in hot chocolate. Mars bars
were his treat, something he enjoyed when he was in a particularly bad mood,
usually when something had gone wrong in a plan. And chocolate buttons were his
favourite, he ate them all the time, especially on his way somewhere he
enjoyed. The park, fairgrounds, beaches, arcades, he was like a child and
demanded he had some if he was to go out anywhere for a 'fun day'.
Sebastian loved those days. 'Fun days'. The way Jim would suddenly shift into
this person who smiled and laughed, who would dance and sing for no reason and
indulged himself. They were very rare, in three years they had only had four of
them. He looked forward to them though, they were always a nice surprise. Just
the two of them. And yes, he might have imagined them being on a date once or
twice, but no one needs to know that...
"Marshmallows!" Layla grinned, making a grabbing motion with both hands. Jim
laughed as he came into the room, now wearing a light grey suit and black tie.
His hair slicked back and the faintest smell of cinnamon from his aftershave.
It was Sebastian's favourite.
The sniper nodded, handing her the bag of sugary treats, and put the box away.
"Not a fancy meeting then?" He asked as the young girl began to stuff her face.
Jim shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets, as he looked up at him, those
bright blue eyes staring straight at him.
"Just an old friend. Nothing very exciting." He nodded, as he slowly walked
towards his niece. "Not too many, you'll get a tummy ache, and then your dad
won't be very happy with me." He laughed, and kissed her forehead.
Sebastian watched them, a small smile playing on his lips as he leaned against
the counter. He thought about Severin, how this must be the way he feels,
watching Richard tend to their child and waking up in the morning next to him,
cuddled up into his side and smiling. It would never be like that for Sebastian
though, he would never have that. Jim didn't love him the way Richard loved
Severin, and he wasn't the type of person to be loving, to show affection. He
and Jim would always be boss and employee.
And that killed him. Bullets tearing through his skin were less painful. The
way his stomach churned at the thought that he would never hold Jim. He'd never
go to bed with him, or sit and watch films with him while it rained. He'd never
go out to dinner with him, unless it was essential to his work. He'd never make
him smile or laugh, unless they were playing a game. He'd never wake up to him
and smile because he'd be the first thing he sees. He'd never kiss him, or hold
his waist as he made tea. Never be able to just adore him, without being silent
about it.
He wasn't a soppy person. He hated the thought of romance. He hated dates and
being stuck with one person. The idea of love. He could live without it all,
but when it came to Jim. It was all he wanted. He wanted the maniac at his
side, twenty four-seven. He wanted to go out knowing he would be coming home to
Jim. Have him by his side as he went on jobs, as they sat waiting for the
target, huddled up close in the winter to share Sebastian's eternal warmth and
kiss him as the bullet crashed through someones skull.
He loved the idea of the two of them running hand in hand from the building,
the police already starting to arrive as they dive into the car. Their
breathing ragged as they just start laughing. Jim's eyes would light up the way
they do when he sees blood, and he would be smiling at him.
Jim Moriarty had ruined him. And he loved it. At least to some extent. "Ready
to go, tiger?" Jim spoke up after a moment, crashing through Sebastian's
thoughts. He'd been staring at the stove for a good five minutes by this point.
"If you're done staring at the stove in a rather disturbing fashion, like
something out of 'The Amnityville Horror', then can we leave?" He drawled,
rolling his eyes as he threw, the now empty, packet of marshmallows out, and
picked his niece up.
"Yeah... sorry. Let me grab the keys." He mumbled, shaking his head and leaving
the kitchen. Jim gave him a concerned look and sighed.
"Come on, princess. Let's head outside." He smiled as he spun them around,
heading out of the house. "We need to get you home."
"No! No home! Stay with Jim!" She pouted, clinging to her uncle and grabbing
fist fulls of his shirt. Jim laughed and smiled at her, kissing her forehead
again. She grinned and shook his head. "Miss Jim." She mumbled and curled up in
his arms as Sebastian joined them, unlocking the car.
He didn't say anything as he got in the drivers seat, turning the engine on. He
seemed different and Jim picked up on it right away. Something was playing on
his mind, but what was it? Jim didn't ask though. He never asked. Sebastian
probably thought he just didn't care, but the truth was he didn't know how to
handle it. Jim was never one of those people who could ask how someone was
feeling. He was never someone who would know what to say, or how to comfort
someone. He couldn't ask someone what was on their mind, because he wouldn't
know how to help them.
So he stayed quiet. Just got in the back of the car and put Layla in her car
seat. He put his seat belt on and sat back, staring out of the window. And that
was that. He didn't say anything as they drove.
And he regretted every second of that silence.
***** Sherrinford. *****
Chapter Summary
     Jim visits Sherrinford Holmes; alone. To whom he pours his heart out
     to.
Chapter Notes
     See the end for a beautiful picture of Jimmy, since I worked out how
     to use this thing finally!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jim was sat at a desk, a beaten and bruised Sherrinford Holmes sat in front of
him. His skin was pale beneath the hundreds of bruises and cuts. "I'm stopping
the abuse and bringing in a doctor to look after you. You will get one meal a
day, and we will slowly start getting you to eat more and more, until you're
able to keep down three meals a day. I'll have a bed and some other items of
furniture added to your room. You'll get a shower every day, and go for walks
twice a day if you're able to.
"I'm implementing an exercise routine once your strengths up and I'm going to
be monitoring you closely. I will instruct each of my guards that they're not
to touch you. I'm getting you a phone, you will only be able to call me, and I
expect updates daily. If there's anything else you need, let me know." He
smiled.
Sherrinford sat there, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open, completely
shocked by what he had been told. "You... You're... What?" He spoke after a few
minutes, his voice weak and barely louder than a whisper. He seemed to be
completely shaken and Jim was enjoying it entirely.
"I am not repeating myself." He snapped, causing the older man to flinch. "I'm
going to bring you back from the brink of death. It will take a while for you
to recover completely and once you do... You're free to go." He shrugged,
leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. He was
thoroughly enjoying the look of complete and utter terror on Sherrinford's
face. The look he had that day he was taken away. The same look Sherrinford had
when he saw William at that pool.
"Why?" Was all he said, his eyes suddenly glossing over. He was slowly becoming
more scared, visibly shaking and some how growing more pale. And Jim had no
sympathy for him. He didn't care.
"I'm bringing you back from the brink of death." He repeated, "I've found a
much more fun way to play." He stood up, walking around his desk and stood in
front of him. His eyes grew darker as he watched his body tense, his arms
coming up to protect his face just like he usually would.
"Don't be stupid, I'm wearing a very expensive outfit today, I'm not going to
risk getting blood on it." He sighed, rolling his eyes, as he picked up a
plastic bag from beside his desk. "Clothes. I guessed your size, but I should
be right." He shrugged, placing it in his lap.
Sherrinford looked down at the bag, hesitating for a moment before he slowly
opened it. "Th-Thank you, sir..." He mumbled, pulling the clothes out.
"You have ten minutes to dress, I'm going to get you some water. Would you like
anything to eat?"
"No... No thank you, sir." He shook his head and looked up at him, holding back
the tears that were threatening to fall at any second. Jim nodded, running a
hand through Sherrinford's hair and smiling at him. The older man flinched
again, his eyes filling with tears.
"You're safe, don't worry. I'm not going to let anymore harm come to you. Not
physically anyways." He spoke softly, as he turned to leave. "I'm taking care
of you after years of abuse. Just like you did for me, for a very short time.
But what happened after that, Sherrinford? What happened next." He laughed,
shutting the door behind him.
Sherrinford scrambled to get dressed, scared to suffer from any kind of
punishment Jim might bestow upon him, if he wasn't ready before he got back. He
felt sick to his stomach, his mind was swimming with ideas, questions. What
would Jim do to him? And why was he being so nice all of a sudden?
When Jim returned Sherrinford was dressed in a plaid shirt, and black jeans. "I
brought you a sandwich in case you change your mind." He shrugged, placing the
food down in front of him and a glass of water. "Don't feel like you need to
eat it though, I understand if you can't or if you just don't want to."
"Thank you, sir." He nodded, looking down at the ground. "I don't understand
though, sir."
Jim laughed and sat down at his desk, taking out a pack of cigarettes he had
stolen from Sebastian earlier. He had recently taken up the habit, when his
sniper wasn't around, the familiar smell of smoke comforting him. "I'm bored
with you now. You see I have more important things to focus on. A game to play
if you will, and you know how I like my games. Remember the one we played?
Where you had to choose. Well now it's Mycroft's turn.
You see he's been causing a bit of trouble for me lately. Dear old Mikey is
working for the government now, and he's been ruining my business. Destroying
the empire I've spent so long to build. I simply can't have that." He
explained, placing images of the man on the desk. "Go ahead, take them. They're
yours to keep." He nodded.
"Thank you, sir!" He grinned, snatching the images away and looking closely at
each of them. His eyes lighting up at the sight of his younger brother. "He's
lost a lot of weight..." He spoke quietly, more to himself than to the criminal
in front of him.
"That he has." He agreed anyways. He placed another few photographs on the
table after that. This time of Sherlock. "It turns out we made a mistake a few
years ago. The great Sherlock Holmes is alive. Yes, he goes by Sherlock now.
He's an addict, intelligent though. More so than Mycroft. He's just got into
another rehabilitation programme though. Should take about a year. He's got a
job with Scotland Yard though, for when he gets out."
Sherrinford looked up at him. His eyes were wide and his jaw hanging open. "H-
He's alive?" He spoke quietly, taking the second set of photos. "Y-You
didn't... He's... Oh thank you, sir! Thank you for keeping him alive! Thank you
so much!" He almost cried, hugging the photographs to his chest and glancing
through a few of them. His heart was pounding in his chest and causing his
whole body to shake.
Jim placed a cigarette to his lips, lighting it quickly and took a long drag.
"He's going to be fine, but you're going to need to be a very good boy for me.
Sherlock and I are going to play a game." He smiled, exhaling the smoke and
watching as it slowly faded into the air, the lingering smell comforting him
already. "You play nice with me, and I'll play nice with him."
"NO! NO, PLEASE, LEAVE HIM ALONE!" He screamed, falling forwards onto his knees
and begging, tears streaming down his face. Jim smiled, the sight before him
incredibly satisfying. "Please, sir... Do whatever you want to me. Just leave
Sherlock alone... Leave William alone... I'm begging you, please sir!" He was
sobbing now, and Jim couldn't help but start to laugh, his lips curling into a
large grin.
Jim was getting off on this. He was loving every second of it. The way his eyes
filled with tears and how he begged. It was better than drugs and sex and
murder. Torture was his biggest turn on. He loved every moment of it. How
simple it could be, the lasting effects of it, the beautiful noises his victims
would make. The crying, the begging, the screaming. It was what he got off on,
and here he was... alone.
He took another drag from the cigarette, holding it between his lips for a
second as he breathed in the warm smoke. The way it felt as it filled his lungs
only adding to the mix of emotions he was feeling as he sat there... When an
idea came to mind.
"You caused me a lot of trouble when we were kids," He started, looking away
from him, as he rested his feet up on his desk. "What was I? Fifteen? Sixteen?
and you? Nineteen? Do you even remember that day? What I was wearing, what I
told you? Do you want me to repeat it?" He spoke calmly, his voice completely
monotone as he said each word.
"I was wearing grey sweatpants and a jumper two sizes too big. Trainers that
were worn down and too old. We went to the park, do you remember? We had left
each other there the previous night after getting ice cream. We decided to sit
by a pond, see the ducks. You were nice enough to warn me that Josh wanted to
see me that day, and that was the only reason I had agreed to go. Thinking back
I should have just waited for Josh.
"You asked me about the sweatpants that day too... I told you it was to stop
the bruises and cuts from Josh. You didn't believe me though. You deduced
everything about me, or at least enough to tell me you weren't as boring as
other people. Ordinary people. So I told you what happened. I told you how my
father had come home drunk that night, how he had raped me and bruised me, cut
me and hit me.
"I spent my night crying and screaming, and no one came to help me, and the
next day I was arrested. They weren't gentle either. They hit every little cut
and bruise. Do you know what happened when I was in prison though? Before the
trial? Do you know how many men all tried to fuck me? Tried to kill me? Do you
know how I tried to kill myself in prison? How hard it was to get out of the
place?
"I was terrified in there. I spent every moment in a bed, curled into the
corner with my knees to my chest, shaking and almost in tears. I fought off
everyone around me. I became this thing I am today, sitting in front of you. I
became a psychotic monster!
"My mother died three years ago. A plane crash. While my brother sat on the
couch in my living room, sobbing his heart out and begging for things to be
different, I was fine. I was having sex with whores and killing people, simply
because I was bored. I didn't care that my mother was now dead, that I'd never
see her again, speak to her again. I couldn't care less, because you broke me."
He spoke each word sounding completely disconnected, as if he was just telling
a story, reading from a newspaper. An eerie feeling to his tale, that reminded
him of the moment right before a jump scare in a horror movie. The way the
music would speed up and get higher in pitch. The tell tale signs that
something was about to happen, a body would drop from the ceiling, a gun shot,
rocking chair, ghost, zombie... anything.
But nothing came. Instead he put his feet back on the floor. Stubbed out his
cigarette. Leaned forward and smiled.
"It's fine though. I've never really been one to comply to rules. Although a
psychopath isn't suppose to feel emotions. They don't feel remorse or love or
anything like that. They just are. Yet after three years of knowing Sebastian
Moran, I think I might have actually fallen in love." He laughed, his voice
suddenly changing to more light hearted and friendly.
"You see, Sebastian isn't like others. He's an ex-colonel, tossed out for
friendly fire. He enjoys killing people, and favours the sniper rifles. He
suffers PTSD, but enjoys blowing things up. And he's clever. He's very clever.
Not you or I clever, but pretty close. And handsome. My God is he handsome.
Well I don't need to tell you that, you've met him. Tall, blond, covered in
scars. Huge cock, although you wouldn't have known that."
He laughed and stood up, walking around the desk and placing a finger under his
chin. "I've never been in love before. Never even looked at a man twice. So I
suppose this is what someone would call 'Character Development'. This isn't a
film though. I'm not developing. I simply found someone as crazy as I am. Who
cares though? Because you broke me. So no one will ever be able to love me.
They'll never see that I actually do care, I just don't know how to show it.
"See people think I'm not aware of how I am. But I'll tell you a secret. I know
it better than anyone. I see how people look at me. The fear. The hatred. I see
everything. I've felt it all first hand. You see broken people recognise other
broken people, and they can spot the tell tale signs. The way people look at me
if how I looked at my father. Josh. The other men in the prisons.
"I'm violent, I don't show emotions, I enjoy torture, I like murdering people,
I revel in the idea of power and I find it funny when people get hurt. That's
pretty fecked up isn't it? I know it is. I'm the monster people tell their kids
about, the man they write about in their horror films, the freak you see on the
news!
"I used to love this film, you might have seen it. The Princess' Bride. There's
a quote, I still remember it, and I always felt like the man he (Cary Elwes)
described. To the pain, the quote is known as. You see he's about to fight the
main villain of the film, you know how they do. The big battle at the end of a
film, where the good guy wins." He waved his hand in dismissal, and walked
behind him, his hand dragging down his neck and over his shoulders. "TO THE
PAIN!" He screamed, slamming his hands down on both Sherrinford's shoulders, as
the older man flinched.
"First you loose your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists.
Nose. Eyes are next. Ears are the only things you keep, so that you hear every
shriek, every baby crying and every person crying out; 'Dear God, what is that
thing?'. To. The. Pain." He spoke in a dark tone, dragging out each syllable.
The way his tongue flicked out over his lips at the end gave him the Hannibal
Lecter vibe, only terrifying the other man even more. His body shook and he
couldn't look at him.
"To the pain leaves you as a horrible monster... exactly what I am today. So
thank you." He whispered, walking around and taking his hand. "Bless you."
That was the last thing Jim said, as he left the office, leaving the elder
Holmes brother stunned. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he felt like
he was about to throw up. Nothing seemed real all of a sudden and all he wanted
was to die. Out of everything Jim had ever done to him, that was the most
terrifying of them all.
Jim on the other hand was fine. He shoved his hands in his pockets, carried out
all his promises and made his way back to the helicopter. [I'm on my way home,
do you need me to pick anything up? -JM.] He smiled as he sat in the 'metal
death trap, flying machine' as Sebastian had dubbed it. He had a game to play
after all. Two new toys to carry out his plans on. Why wouldn't he be cheerful?
William Sherlock Scott Holmes, the addict turned consulting detective.
Mycroft Holmes, the Government man who never knew what to quit.
THE GAME IS ON!
 
Chapter End Notes
     This is unedited. I think it works better that way, so there may be a
     few mistakes, but I did fix the spelling errors at least. However,
     since it's supposed to mainly be just Jim speaking his mind, I
     figured it would work better unedited as it was written in one
     sitting, and is just a trail of thoughts about how Jim's feeling. I
     hope you like it.
***** Moran *****
Chapter Summary
     Moran isn't having the best night
Chapter Notes
     Takes place just after Jim left Sherrinford
Sebastian had decided to go out for the night. His army friends were in town,
and after cancelling on them the night before, he had decided to join them.
"Sebastian!" One of them yelled, signalling him over. He hated them already.
Three years had passed since he last saw them, and they were coming to the end
of their term. And for that... he resented them. He misssed the army. He really
did. Sometimes he even wished he was still there. Hiding from the enemy, an
endless stream of bodies falling at his feet. The way people would scream as
the light slowly left their eyes. The bullets tearing through their skulls, and
the blood soaking through the soil or sand. It was his bliss.
Of course working for Moriarty had it's perks. There wasn't nearly enough death
though. Moriarty kept him for special jobs. Specific jobs that took training
and a trust worthy employee. Who else could be more trustworthy than the man
who shares a bed with him on a fairly regular basis?
He ordered a drink before joining them at the table. His best friend during his
army career, Erik, sat beside him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
"Alright, Colonel?" He asked, already slightly drunk. Sebastian smiled at him
and sipped his drink.
He didn't have many friends in the army. He was hated for how hard he was on
them, but the few who actually bothered to get to know him understood his
reasoning for it. He worked them hard, but he kept them alive, and not once in
the three years he was Colonel did he ever lose a man. That was his biggest
achievement. Keeping all his men alive. It was the reason the other Colonel's
hated him, and why Moriarty had taken such a shine to him.
Erik was his closest friend. He was a couple of months younger than Moran, his
long dark hair and bright green eyes a stark constrast to the colonels blond
hair and blue eyes. They had met during training and become fast friends,
bonding over their shared loved of motors and firearms. They'd even taken a
liking to languages, aiming to learn the language of each place they stopped
during their tours. 
Beside him was Eoin, Irish decent but born in Sheffield. He was the oldest in
the group, and was the longest serving having joined a year before Sebastian.
He had a thick Irish accent, mostly from his parents homeschooling him. He was
intelligent much like Jim, and vain, much like Jim. The only difference being
he was ginger with blue eyes and very mucular. 
Spencer was beside him, sitting on the table with his back to Sebastian. He was
the youngest of the group. Shy and not usually one to drink unless it was one
of these rare occasions. He was sensible and Sebastian often found himself
questioning why he'd be friends with someone like him. He was a good friend
though, someone he could actually have a conversation with; even when sober.
Jack was next he was the shortest serving member of their group, having been
drafted in only months before Sebastian was let go. He smirked as he looked at
him. Another Irish man, short dark hair, brown eyes, strong but not muscular
build, thin and well groomed. Just like Jim. He was handsome in Sebastian's
opinion, but well... Sebastian had a type. And he still wasn't Jim, even if
they did share some qualities. 
Finally there was Ewan. Scottish. Tall. Handsome. Smart. He'd joined only for
the education, and ended up doing more than just one tour. Sebastian had met
him on his first day. They'd become good friends after getting drunk together
that night, and somehow continued to drink together years later. 
"Alright, lads?" Sebastian annouced as he sipped his drink catching their
attention. They had always been taught to answer to the colonel, therefore even
when they were in the pub together, and although he'd lost that title, they
were still conditioned to answer him. 
"Sebastian! Good to see you mate! What have you been up to?" Spencer asked, his
words slurring together and obviously drunk already. Afterall they had been
there an hour before he turned up. 
Sebastian smiled, crossing his arms. "Not much, Spence." He shrugged, smirking
a little. He'd never admit it, but he loved the power he had over them because
of the way they had been conditioned. He was just greatful that they weren't
able to get inside his head. Only Jim could do that; and he was bloody good at
it. 
"Got yerself a lass yet, Basher?" Ewan asked, elbowing him slightly. Sebastian
shook his head and laughed, wrapping an arm around Ewan's shoulders. 
"Not really any interesting girls around here," he smirked, causing Erik to hit
his shoulder. 
"If I'd have known you were into guys in the army I'd have jumped on you in a
second!" He annouced, causing the others to look at him with wide eyes.
Sebastian just shrugged and sat back, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and
placing one between his lips. 
"Not guys, sorry to disappoint you Erik, just one guy." He spoke as his phone
went off. 
[On my way home, do you want me to pick anything up. -JM]
Sebastian couldn't help but smile a little. Jim never asked if he wanted
anything, and he never text him to say he was coming home unless he was in a
good mood. So maybe tonight he wouldn't get called home because he'd set fire
to he living room. 
"Is that him?! Is he coming here? You should invite him!" Erik laughed,
elbowing him in the side. He shook his head and went to put his phone away when
Eoin snatched it out of his hand. 
"JM?" He questioned, quickly searching through his phone. "Is this him?" He
asked turning it around and showing a picture of Jim with a small cat that he'd
taken a few days before. 
He nodded and blushed a little as he stood up. "My round, who wants what?" He
sighed, deciding to try and get away before they started to take the piss too
much. 
"JM says he wants scotch." Spencer said, looking over Eoins shoulder and
reading the text. 
Sebastian's eyes went wide as he looked at them both. "You didn't invite him
did you?!" He panicked, to which they all laughed, Eoin nodding his head. 
"Of course I did. We want to meet the sod who stole your heart." He smirked,
crossing his arms as the phone went again. "He says that he's got some good
news for you." 
Sebastian's heart was in his throat as he ordered the drinks and carried them
back to the table, his hands shaking and almost dropping them. Thankfully, or
maybe not so thankfully, Jim swooped in just in time, taking the tray of drinks
from him and placing them on the table. 
"J-Jim?!" Sebastian stuttered out after a moment, to which the criminal could
only smile and laugh. 
"Well it isn't Richard." He smirked, already delving into conversation with his
friends. Sebastian sat on a stool beside him, still in shock that the man had
managed to change his whole personality and look with just a few small tweeks. 
The plaid shirt that looked at least a size too big and black jeans, the simple
black hoodie and leather ankle boots. The way he'd messed his hair up a little
and shaved away the three day old stubble. The bags under his eyes covered with
makeup, blended flawlessly. It was as if he was looking at a whole different
person. It was terrifying. 
"Okay... so Eoin, Ewan, Spencer, Erik, Jack and Basher." Jim said pointing to
each of them as he tried to learn their names, purposly messing up two of them
and running his hand through his hair.
Sebastian laughed and sipped his drink. "Close enough James." He mumbled, and
Erik looked at him. 
"So he does have a name!" He teased, and Sebastian had only just realised he
hadn't introduced him yet. 
"Y-yeah... this is James... er... Jim?" He stuttered out, as the criminal shot
him a glare.
"Preferably Jim." He smiled kindly and took his drink, leaning back in his
seat. "James is too formal." He sipped at his drink and made a habit of pulling
on his sleeves to seem kind of nervous. 
"This is Jim." He smiled to his friends, surprised that his boss was acting so
normally. 
Of course this meant that Eoin was instantly asking the younger man many
questions. "So Jim, where ya' from?" He started with and he could tell Jim
would start to get irritated, but there was no way he could stop Eoin asking
questions...
"Just outside of Dublin, but we came here when I was eight." He smiled, and
Sebastian relaxed a little at the simple answer Jim had given.
Next was Erik's turn to ask a question though. "You straight Jim?" He asked,
jumping straight to personal questions. Jim just laughed and shook his head,
kindly explaining that he was gay. 
"So Jim, d'ya liv' wit' Sebastian?" Ewan spoke up as he finished what looked to
be his fifth pint, going by the empty glasses left in front of him.
Jim smiled and nodded, making himself look slightly nervous and looking to
Sebastian as if asking for help. He was impressed by the younger mans acting
skills, even more so than by Richard's over the years. "Yeah. He's a nightmare
to live with though." He mumbled, and Sebastian nodded towards the bar.
"Come on, I'll buy you another drink..." he sighed and stood up, glaring as the
others began to smirk at him. Jim raised an eyebrow but shrugged and followed
after him, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets. "What are you doing?" He
asked as Jim stood beside him.
"What ever do you mean, Sebastian? I'm just being friendly."
"You aren't friendly, Jim. You're annoying and rude and make threats. So I
repeat, what are you doing?" Sebastian hissed, before getting the barmaids
attention and ordering them both another drink.
The smaller man shrugged, his dark eyes returning to their usual tired and
empty state. "It's been a good day. I thought I'd be nice..." he laughed and
picked the glass up, running his finger over the edge.
"Well stop. It's fucking scarier than when you have one of your little
episodes." He growled, and picked up his pint glass walking back to his
friends.
Jim felt defeated. He thought Sebastian would appreciate his efforts, he
thought he'd at least want him to not piss of his friends. Was he doing
something wrong? He sighed and turned back to look at him for a moment, but the
smile he wore as one of them made a joke broke him. He was insane to think he
could be normal.
He finished the drink and headed to the bathroom. He felt horrible with
himself. Alcohol had calories in it, and he had already had too many of those.
Plus he couldn't risk getting drunk, he'd end up spilling his guts to
Sebastian.
Jim stood in front of the mirror. He looked normal. No dark purple bags under
his eyes, his hair was slightly imperfect, he didn't look as pale and his
clothes weren't expensive. So why was Sebastian upset? His eyes trailed down
and his whole body made him feel sick. He'd covered his scars with makeup, his
bruises... He looked normal! He'd even tried to smile... to be nice.
He hid in one of the stalls as someone came in, biting down hard on his lip. He
wanted to run, to hide and never come back. He wanted to be alone in bed. He
wanted Richard... no... he wanted Sebastian. He wanted to go back to this
morning when he was wrapped in his arms. When things seemed okay.
"Jim? You in here?" He recognised the voice as Eoin's but stayed quiet. He
didn't like new people, and Sebastian hadn't liked the way he was acting, so
maybe they didn't either... maybe he'd ruined things for Sebastian?
Thoughts whirled around in his head and he began to grow anxious. It took all
he had to stop himself from running, because the great James Moriarty wasn't
scared. He was strong. Heartless. Evil. He was a psychopath. That's all he was.
"Jim, it's Eoin. Sebastian asked me to make sure you're not throwing up." he
spoke softly, his accent bleeding through and it somewhat comforted him. The
way he sounded reminded him of Richard. "Jim, I really need an answer.
Sebastian's not going to be happy if I leave you to choke on your own vomit."
He sighed and opened the stall door, the makeup from under his eyes having been
washed away, from tears he didn't know he'd shed. Eoin shook his head and
pulled him into a hug. "He mentioned you have a few mental illnesses... he
didn't say what. I offered to come speak to you." He mumbled quietly.
Jim tensed in his arms, but hugged him back as he began to sob. He felt
completely pathetic by now, but the accent and the affection... it was all too
much and reminded him of his childhood. He was supposed to 'act normal' right
now anyways, this is what normal people do... right?
" 'm sorry... I jus' need t' go 'ome..." he whispered, but Eoin shook his head.
"Jim, you're not going home. What you need a good old Irish pub and a friend.
Right now you've got me." He smiled and looked at him. Jim suddenly relaxed,
the word friend had never been associated with him. Even Sebastian didn't call
him a friend. He was just a collegue. His boss. Employer. "I know a great place
only a couple roads away. Would you join us?"
He nodded and wiped his eyes, and Elin smiled. "Great! Let me help you fix
yourself up first though. I'm sure you don't want makeup running down your
face." He laughed, and Jim couldn't help but smile a little himself.
They spent another few minutes in the bathroom as Eoin helped him reapply the
makeup. He even cleaned up the tears on his face and kissed his forehead,
before taking his hand and leading him back to the table. "So Sebastian had
this fucking tutu on, drunk, completely off his face and dancing around the
room. Remember he was a colonel by this point, supposed to be setting an
example, and who should walk in? The fucking captain. He was fucking livid!"
Eoin laughed as they sat back down at the table.
Jim was in a much better mood by this point, his lips turned up into a smile
and his eyes actually looked like they had some life in them. Sebastian smiled
as he saw them, and glared playfully at Eoin as he heard the story he'd been
telling Jim. "At least I wasn't the one dressed as Peter fucking Pan!" He
smirked and Jim looked to Eoin with an amused look.
"I have a picture of that!" He spoke triamphantly, taking his phone out and
turning it to show Jim. He laughed and looked between them both.
"Pink isn't your colour, Sebastian..." he mumbled, finishing Sebastian's pint.
He glared, but softened his look as he saw the slight tear marks left on his
neck. Eoin pulled him away before Sebastian had a chance to question it, the
rest of the group following the two Irish men.
•••
The group ended up singing as they walked through the streets. Eoin and Jim
walking hand in hand and singing at the top of their lungs, swaying a little
and dancig around each other. Ewan and Spencer behind them and Jack filming the
Irishmen. Erik walked beside Sebastian with his arm around his shoulders.
"Seems he's taken a liking to Eoin. You might be out of luck, Basher." He
sighed, watching his friends as they lead the way.
Sebastian nodded, refusing to look at Jim. How could he have been such an
idiot? He knew Jim had done this for him. He had tried to be nice for once. Not
wanted to cause any problems for Sebastian, and he'd thrown it back in his
face. He'd made the man cry, and Jim wasn't one for crying over nothing. "Seems
so..." he mumbled to his friend.
"I'm sure you'll be able to figure something out. No one could risist those
blue eyes before." He smirked and elbowed him as they got to they got to the
pub.
Sebastian smiled as he looked at it, remembering that first night he'd met Jim,
the alley just to the side of it. Blood still stained the floor from his kill,
and he remembered the look in Jim's eyes as he looked up at him. The way the
mood reflected in his eyes. "Come on, Basher!" Jack called, bringing him out of
his memories.
Jim and Eoin were already drinking, both of them in deep conversation at the
bar. Ewan handed him another pint and smirked. "Get over there before Eoin
steals your man." He laughed and dragged the rest of the group off to a table
in the back.
Sebastian couldn't do it though. He didn't want to ruin Jim's night more than
he had. So he finished his drink, and sat with Erik.
"Come on, Basher! You're normally more confident!" He frowned and looked back
at Jim who was now doing shots with. He laughed and Sebastian looked over at
him.
"I think I fucked up." He shrugged as Jim laughed having won their little
contest. Eoin grabbed his waist and carried him over his shoulder to the rest
of the group, before plopping him down on Sebastian's knee.
"I brought you a gift!" He laughed and Jim suddenly kissed him, wrapping his
arms around Sebastian's neck. He sat stunned for a moment before kissing back,
his arms snaking around his waist and pulling him closer.
The whole group grinned, Erik patting Eoin on the back. "Seems you're not
always full of yourself." He laughed, as Ewan placed another round of drinks on
the table.
Sebastian pulled away and smiled at the smaller man a little. Neither of them
were too drunk yet, and they'd both remembee this tomorrow. However, he
couldn't help but feel like it was all a part of his character.
Jim looked up at him though, his large doe eyes staring at him and shining.
There was something there, that emotio that had been hidden behind everything.
"I love you, Sebastian Moran." He whispered, and Sebastian could see Jim
reverting back to himself as he said it. He wasn't acting. This was Jim.
"I love you too, James Moriarty." He smiled and kissed him again. Eoin and Erik
smiled at them before tapping their shoulders.
"We don't mean to interrupt but we're here to get drunk. So get those down your
necks." Eoin smirked and winked at Jim as he took his drink. Sebastian laughed
and took his pint, keeping one arm around Jim's waist possessivly.
Spencer had Sebastian's phone in hand still and snapped a few pictures of them.
They'd never seen Sebastian with such a genuine smile. They'd never seem him so
relaxed. This was something they wanted to remember.
•••
After another couple of rounds, Jim and Eoin ended up dancing on the tables.
They were laughing and swaying a little, their eyes lit up with joy. Sebastian
wasn't as drunk as usual, keeping his head somewhat clear in case he needed to
jump into action. Spencer and Jack had gone home, too smashed to stay out and
Ewan was throwing up in the bathroom.
They didn't usually drink in the Irish pubs, none of them had the tolerance to
drink more than two pints there. Other than Eoin of course who had grown up
drinking Irish liquor; and Jim now that he'd wormed his way into their group.
Sebastian couldn't help but grin as Jim danced over to him, still the most
sober in the group. His makeup had rubbed off again over the course of the
night, and Sebastian smiled as he ran his thumb under his eyes, removing the
last of it.
"Beautiful." He whispered and kissed him gently. Jim smiled at him and laughed
shaking his head.
"You're drunk." He mumbled, tapping his chest. "Look awful." He laughed, as
Eoin joined them both, sitting atop the table.
"You're both sickening." He smirked, as Jim stuck his tongue out at him.
Sebasatian laughed and kissed his neck.
"Well it's better than actually being sick. We should probably get Ewan home."
Sebastian shrugged. Jim rested his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes,
his lips curled up into a small smile.
"Erik and I'll get him home, you and Jim get going. We're at least two hours
away from here anyways," Eoin spoke finishing the last of his drink before
kissing Jim's forehead. "You treat him right."
Sebastian couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Jim being given an order. If
he wasn't trying to be so nice he'd have shot him where he stood. "I will..."
he mumbled, obviously tired and clinging to Sebastian's shirt. "My army boy..."
he laughed, and Eoin smiled at him.
"We'll be home in a few weeks. We'll have to go out again." He smiled and
ruffled Sebastian's hair. "And bring him with you. We like him."
Sebastian couldn't help but smile as Eoin walked away. "Come on, Jimjam let's
get you home..." he sighed and picked him up, carrying him outside.
Jim stared up at him, his large doe eyes glistening in the moon light. "Do you
mean it, Seb...?" He spoke almost childlike, his eyes flashing with a look of
insecurity, something Jim rarely ever showed.
"I do, Jimjam. I love you." He whispered, kissing his forehead as they got into
a taxi, and Sebastian kind of missed when they had someone to drive them
around. "I promise." He added as he placed him down on the seat, sitting close
to his side and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
He mumbled the address to the driver and sat back as they started their
journey. Jim was still fighting off sleep, his eyes falling shut every so
often.
"Seb..." he whispered, and stared up him. "Can I sleep with you tonight?
Like... like when I have an episode?" He looked away as soon as he said it, his
cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.
Sebastian smiled, slightly shocked that he knew about those nights. That he
remembered them. He kissed the top of his head and nodded, as Jim cuddled into
his side, swinging his legs over Sebastian's to make it easier for him to carry
him.
"I love you, James Moriarty." He whispered, as Jim fell asleep. It seemed like
a dream and he feared that tomorrow he would wake up and Jim would push him
away. He couldn't help but dread waking up in the morning.
For now though... for now he would enjoy what he had. Jim in his arms and a
smile on his face.
***** Hangovers *****
Chapter Summary
     James and Sebastian wake up in two very different states. Irish
     liquor is not a good idea.
Jim woke up early, wrapped in his body guards arms and wearing nothing but one
of the larger mans shirts. He smiled at the warmth surrounding him, the
familiar scent of Sebastian's aftershave, although mixed with the scent of the
bar. He thought back to the previous night, how they'd both admitted their
feelings to each other. The way they'd laughed and joked and danced and sang.
He remembered everything that had happened the previous night, and suddenly
felt his heart snap in two as he thought about whether Sebastian would as well.
Would the larger man tell him it was just a drunken joke? He was only doing it
because his friends were there? He couldn't help the panic that set in, his
heart pounding in his chest as he thought about how Sebastian would react now
that he was sober. 
The older man however was thinking the exact same things. His mind racing with
just as many insecurities as Jim was having. He tried to keep his heart rate
somewhat normal, and held tightly to the smaller man. He knew the moment
wouldn't last forever, he'd eventually have to let go and Jim would probably
walk away from him, telling him it was just a part of his character for the
night.
The smaller man started struggling slightly as he had become too warm. The
thick blanket and shirt, mixed with his employees body-heat was suffocating
him. "Sebastian..." He whined, causing a pain to shoot through the snipers head
as he suddenly noticed the hangover he had. He groaned and nodded, knowing he'd
probably want him dead now. That this was it, the end of a relationship that
never even started, when Jim spoke again, "Sebastian it's too warm..." 
Relief flooded through him as he realised all he wanted was to cool
off. Sebastian let go off him and yawned, rubbing his eyes. "Sorry, boss..." He
mumbled, and Jim couldn't help but long for his tiger to be wrapped around him
again. He needed to cool down though, and therefore opted to get up and make
them both some coffee. 
Jim had long since stopped suffering from hangovers thanks to the constant
drinking through out the years. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for
his sniper, who was groaning at the bright light entering through the window.
The brunet padded over silently, careful not to fall over the many items on the
snipers floor, and closed the curtains for him. The light being cut off
suddenly and causing Jim to realise he had no idea where anything was, and step
on a few things as he stumbled to the bedroom door. 
"I'll make breakfast if you bring me some pain killers..." Sebastian offered,
and Jim nodded as he left the room. Sebastian buried his face in a pillow,
feeling as though his head was caving in, the throbbing sensation making him
feel sick. He took a few deep breaths, and balled his hands into tight fists as
he tried to bare with the pain, when Jim came back. 
He carefully situated himself on the bed, careful not to cause any pain to his
sniper and tapped his shoulder. "Pills, Seb." He whispered, keeping his voice
as soft as possible, as he held the small white tablets out to him. He felt
sympathetic, wanting to help his sniper as much as possible, and gently kissed
his head.
Sebastian smiled a little and held his hand out as Jim popped the two white
tablets into his palm. "Thanks..." He mumbled, swallowing them dry. Jim nodded,
as Sebastian hid his face in the pillow again waiting for them to start
working. 
Jim played with his hair gently, running his fingers through it and across his
neck, causing his tiger to relax. He turned his head slightly to look up at
him, his bright blue eyes shining in the dull light, and Jim couldn't help the
smile that appeared. "I've sent someone to get breakfast... I figured you could
do with staying in bed a little longer." He sighed, and Sebastian wrapped an
arm around his waist, pulling him down beside him. He laughed, and cuddled up
close to him. 
"Then you're staying with me." He mumbled and kissed his neck gently. They
stayed there for a few minutes, just enjoying the silence and being with each
other. Their minds racing with thoughts, when Sebastian took a deep breath and
lifted Jim's chin slightly to look up at him. "I really meant it, Jim. I love
you..." He whispered and Jim grinned widely. 
"I love you too, Moran." He spoke simply, trying to pull him closer. "Don't
throw up on me." He added, closing his eyes and burying his face into
Sebastian's chest. Sebastian laughed and shook his head, pulling the smaller
man closer and kissing the top of his head.
"I wouldn't dream of it, boss." He whispered, and closed his eyes again. "You
realise that your brother and Severin have just won a bet though." 
"Not if we don't tell them. Two more days and we win." He laughed, digging his
nails into his chest and causing him to hiss in pain. "On the other hand, we
probably won't see them for another two days." He smirked, and bit him.
Sebastian laughed and nodded in agreement, running his fingers through Jim's
hair.
"You're a handful, but don't you have Nyx to sort out?" He mumbled, trying to
pry him away a little. Jim laughed and shook his head, rolling onto his back
and staring at the ceiling. "He isn't going to take too kindly to... whatever
this is." 
He shrugged, turning to look at him, as Moran wrapped an arm around his waist.
He wasn't letting Jim go for as long as possible. "What is this?" Jim asked,
allowing insecurity to fill his eyes for a moment. He could see that the man
had been hurt before, and he'd have bet anything that it was by Sherrinford. He
had seen the many whores he brought back just to have them killed. The previous
body guards that he had fucked and left to die on the street. The way he would
refuse to call them his boyfriend, and he'd get annoyed if any of them dared to
fuck other people. They were exclusive. Even Jim wouldn't fuck anyone else. He
was exclusively theirs and they were exclusively his.
Which only caused Sebastian to grow slightly nervous when he thought of Nyx.
When he thought of himself. He knew Jim slept around, he knew he would end one
'relationship' just to jump into another. He was unpredictable and never let
himself get attached. Sebastian was probably the only person that had lasted
longer than a few months in this job, and he didn't want to ruin that. 
It took him a moment to realise that Jim was still waiting for an answer, his
large doe eyes staring up at him. "I don't know, boss. What is this?" He
shrugged, kissing his forehead when the doorbell sounded. 
"I'll get it." Jim sighed and got out of the bed, pulling on a jacket and going
to answer the door. Sebastian watched and smirked a little, the way the shirt
fell off his shoulder and was large enough to reach half way down his thighs.
His hair was a mess and his eyes were dark and still heavy with sleep, but he
looked relaxed. 
As he opened the door the atmosphere changed. The tall, muscular blond who was
usually around stepped into the house, pushing Jim up against the wall so he
was out of view from Sebastian's bedroom door.
"Nyx, get off me..." He groaned, pushing against him as he started to kiss his
neck. He and Nyx weren't a couple. He was just good in bed. He couldn't get rid
of him though... Nyx knew things. Nyx had things in place for if Jim ever tried
to get rid of him, but he had Sebastian now. He couldn't hurt Sebastian either,
especially since it had only been a few hours since they admitted their
feelings for each other. 
He continued to try and push him away, but Nyx was stronger than he was. Nyx
laughed and bit his ear gently, "Go get on the bed." He whispered and Jim shook
his head. 
"Sebastian! Sebastian, please help me!" He begged, and Nyx clamped a hand over
his mouth. Sebastian got up, ignoring the pain in his head and leaned against
the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest. 
"He said to get off him." He growled, and Nyx turned to face him, his eyes
narrowed and gritted his teeth. It wasn't as intimidating as when Jim did it,
but it was still scary. Especially, with his hand at Jim's throat, using his
whole body weight to pin him against the wall. 
Jim gave him a pleading look, his heart visibly pounding in his chest. His eyes
started to water, and he could see the fear in his eyes, a type of fear Jim
only showed when he was lost in his head. The fear he felt when he could see
and hear his father and Josh. Jim was scared of Nyx and Sebastian finally
understood why he wouldn't call him his boyfriend. 
He walked over and stood in front of the man, only a couple inches taller than
him and stared straight into his eyes. "Let. Go." He spoke calmly, and Nyx
dropped him. He was coughing and gasping as he fell to the floor, and Sebastian
quickly grabbed Nyx by the shirt collar. "Come near my house again, I won't
need orders to kill you. Get out." He growled. 
"I'll destroy you, James. Just wait. Everyone you love will die." Nyx laughed,
and Sebastian quickly punched him in the face. A loud crack sounded as blood
began to pour from his nose, his eyes watering. 
"Just get out, Nyx... please..." Jim begged, slowly getting up from the floor. 
"Fucking psychos!" He screamed, leaving the house. Sebastian quickly checked
Jim over, placing his finger under his chin and tilting his head back. There
was a few bruises forming on his neck, but there was no severe damage. 
He kissed him gently and picked him up, carrying him over to the couch. Jim
wrapped his arms around his neck, hiding his face. "Thank you..." He whispered,
as they sat down, Sebastian holding Jim close to his chest. He rubbed small
circles on his back and rocked him gently as he tried to calm him down. 
"You're okay, James... You need to tell me what's going on with him though." He
sighed, and Jim shook his head trying to pull himself together. He hated
feeling weak and insecure, especially in front of people. He was James
Moriarty, Londons most dangerous man. He should be strong. He sighed and took
his hand, running his hands over his knuckles. 
"Things started out okay, he was just a whore. I fucked him, payed him, left
him. Then he... he wanted more. He had feelings." He gagged at the use of the
word, which caused Sebastian's heart to drop. "He wanted me to feel the same, I
couldn't do it though... I only chose him for how he looked... I tried to tell
him no, but he wouldn't listen. He managed to get some information...
Information that will destroy everything I worked for... That will destroy
me." 
He put his head in his hands and took a few deep breaths before standing up. "I
have work to do... Do you mind going on a couple of hits?" He sighed, as he
made his way towards his office. 
"Sure, boss. Whatever you need." He nodded, "I'll get a shower and get dressed.
Leave them on the table." 
"Thank you," He mumbled, running a hand through his hair and rubbed his neck.  
"Would you like to join me?" He tried, offering a hand to him. Jim looked at
him for a moment and shook his head. Sebastian nodded and kissed his forehead,
cupping his face in his hands and ran his thumbs over his cheeks. "If you need
me, just call." 
He nodded a little and forced a small smile, wrapping his arms around his
waist. "I'll um... I'll cook tonight..." He mumbled, hiding his face in his
chest. Sebastian smiled and kissed the top of his head. "Go shower, you smell
like a brewery." 
Sebastian laughed and shook his head, "Alright, I'll see you in a little bit.
I'll pick up some of that whiskey you like..." 
"Sounds good." He sighed, and kissed him before disappearing into his office. 
Sebastian wandered off to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He was
still amazed by the size of the bathroom. He was the son of a Lord, but this
was still more than he had ever had. Although that may be because he lived in
the stables most of his life, it was a better alternative than spending time
with his father. 
He quickly removed his boxers and stepped into the shower, switching on the hot
water. His body began to sting from the heat, quickly going a light shade of
pink compared it's usual tanned colour. He stood there for a few minutes,
smiling to himself as he thought about Jim. His Jim. Maybe Severin was right. 
"Seb?" A quiet voice spoke up from the other side of the door. 
"Yeah, Jim-jam?" He asked, switching the water off so he could see him. 
There was a moment of silence, and some shuffling, "Nothing... I just... I just
don't want to be alone... I um... I called Richard to come over, but I just...
Shit... Just forget it... never mind..." He stuttered out, his voice shaking
and growing quieter. 
Sebastian rolled his eyes and got out, wrapping a towel around his waist and
unlocked the door. The smaller man looked up at him, his eyes red and puffy.
"Shower with me..." He spoke softly, holding a hand out to him, and Jim shook
his head again. "Jimmy..." 
"I said no, Sebastian!" He snapped, and pulled on the hem of his shirt. He
looked down and stared at his hands. "I look disgusting." He whispered. 
Sebastian pulled him into a tight hug and kissed his forehead. "I don't care
how you look, Jim-jam. I think you look great." He smiled, wrapping his arms
around his waist. He shook his head and looked down at himself, the horrible
images flashing in front of him. The bruises on his skin and the cuts littering
his whole body. 
Sebastian picked him up, pulling him into the bathroom and kicking the door
shut behind them. "You're perfect, boss." He whispered, kissing his neck. Jim
tilted his head to the side, and the larger man bit him gently. "I don't care
about the marks covering your skin, I love you." He smiled, and sucked on the
skin, leaving behind a bright red mark. 
"Sebastian... please don't..." He whispered, as he pushed him up against the
wall of the shower, pulling off the jacket and throwing it on the ground. 
"Shut up, James... I love you. I'm not lying. I'm not like the others. I love
you." He mumbled, punctuating each sentence with another kiss, or bite, or
mark. Jim moaned quietly and wrapped his legs around his waist as he pulled the
shirt off him. "Just say no, and I'll stop." He spoke quietly, kissing along
his collar bone. 
He turned the shower on again, throwing the shirt and towel on the floor and
pulled him into a rough kiss. Sebastian smirked as Jim gasped at the sudden
cascade of water, the slight burn relaxing him as Sebastian began to kiss down
his neck again, grabbing a bottle of shower gel. "You're beautiful, Jim-jam."
He whispered, teasing his entrance. 
Jim whined, barely noticing what Sebastian was saying, and kissed him again.
"Get on with it, Moran." He breathed out, his voice deep and accent thick
already. His eyes were bright and full of life, and Sebastian couldn't remember
a time that they'd ever looked more beautiful. 
The colonel couldn't deny him anything, he never could; and not just because he
signs his pay cheques. "Anything you want, Jim." He nodded, and slowly pushed
one finger in. The moans coming from the smaller man as he began to ride his
fingers, sent all of Sebastian's blood rushing to his cock. He started to
become slightly light headed, and desperate for Jim. 
Jim threw his head back, his lips parted slightly and eyes falling closed.
"Moran... please..." He whispered after a few more minutes, all insecurities
lost to the pleasure. The thought of his scars and bruises fading away into
nothing more than a distant memory. His nails digging into his shoulders and
the water pouring over him going ignored. 
Sebastian couldn't keep his eyes off him, the way his back arched off the wall
and his lips parted. "Did the great Moriarty, just beg?" He smirked, biting
down on his neck as Jim was about to protest, a moan escaping his lips
instead. 
"Feck... Sebastian... please... Need you..." He stuttered out. 
Sebastian could only comply, feeling just as desperate as the shorter man and
carefully pulled his fingers out. Jim whined and gripped his waist tighter
between his legs. The sniper kissed him again and he slowly lowered the man
onto his cock, his hands holding his hips, massaging small circles into the
skin with his thumbs. 
Jim didn't try and hide his pleasure, moaning loud and already bucking his hips
slightly. There had been times when Sebastian had thought about this, standing
alone in the shower. Times he thought that he was out of luck. He'd never
thought Jim would be so vocal, he also didn't think he'd be one to beg, and
especially never thought he'd enjoy being fucked. He wouldn't change him
though. He liked this. 
Especially since Jim was currently kissing his neck and chest, biting and
sucking at the skin every so often. He snapped his hips harshly, careful not to
hurt him. "Fucking beautiful, Jim..." He panted, catching his lips in another
kiss and biting his lip. 
"Jimmy?!" Another voice called from the other side of the house. They both
froze, trying to catch their breath. 
"Richard?" He called back, trying -and failing- to keep his voice steady.
"Slightly busy right now! Do you mind coming back later?" Richard walked
through the house, stopping outside of the bathroom and leaning against the
door frame. 
Sebastian smirked as he snapped his hips, and Jim tried his hardest to bite
back a moan, his nails digging into the snipers shoulders. "Can't do that,
Jimmy. Need to talk to you." He sighed, unaware of the situation on the other
side of the door. His arms crossed over his chest and his eyes closed as he
held back tears. 
"Richard, I'm really busy right now... Are you sure it can't wait? I've got
someone over." He groaned, as Sebastian began to stroke his cock. He bit down
on his lip and arched his back, pressing his chest against the snipers. He
tried to glare, but there was no threat in it, his eyes full of lust instead. 
"Oh... um... okay... I'll talk to you later then... I've got to... um..." The
younger twin began to cry and slowly sank down the wall, his head in his hands
as a loud sob racked through his chest. "Please, Jimmy... I don't know who else
to turn to..." 
"Alright, Richard... I'll be right out, go wait in my office okay? I promise
I'll be right there." He sighed, and gave Sebastian an apologetic look. They
could hear as Richard padded off to the office on the other side of the house
and quickly got off of each other, getting washed quickly, before Jim got out.
"I'll make it up to you later." He whispered, and kissed his cheek. 
"I hope so... Go see what your brother wants. I'll make it seem like there was
someone else here." He nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. 
He left the bathroom, getting dressed before going to find Richard, who was
curled up on the couch in the office. His eyes were red and puffy as if he'd
been crying all night, and his hands were shaking. He was paler than usual and
looked like he hadn't slept in a couple of days. 
He sat beside him, pulling him into a tight hug like the younger man had done
so many times before. He didn't dare to ask any questions, or say anything in
fear of making things worse, and so just held him as he cried into his chest. 
The younger man seemed to cry for hours, his whole body shaking with each sob.
He couldn't seem to get the words out to tell him what was wrong, and every
time he tried the crying got worse. Jim felt helpless. Eventually though, he
fell asleep, falling limp in Jim's arms. "My darling, bunny... I'll fix it..."
He whispered, and carefully managed to pick him up, carrying him through to his
bedroom. 
He sat on the edge of the bed, watching as he slept and playing with his hair.
His heart broke looking at how bad Richard had become. He'd only seen him a
week ago, maybe even less, and he'd fallen apart. If he hadn't been so busy
with Sebastian! 
"James? You in here?" The familiar voice of the colonel spoke from behind the
door. "Severin's on the phone... He needs to talk to you..." He sighed, opening
the door. He looked just as bad as Richard did suddenly, his usual bright blue
eyes, dull and full of sadness. 
He took the phone from him and held it to his ear, continuing to run his
fingers through Richard's hair. "Severin?" He spoke quietly, hoping not to wake
his brother. 
"Hi, James... Sebastian said Richard's there, is he okay? Physically I mean..."
His voice was wavering and he could hear that he'd been crying as well. Anger
boiled up in his stomach at the thought that maybe Severin had hurt him. He
quickly checked his brother over, his arms, thighs, stomach and chest, to find
that there were no marks anywhere. 
"He's okay, he's fallen asleep... hasn't said anything to me since he got her a
couple hours ago..." 
There was a pause and Jim grew more nervous as he waited for the younger Moran
to speak again. "I'm on my way... I'd rather not tell you what happened over
the phone... Sebastian doesn't know yet, he's just aware of the situation. I'll
be ten minutes." He spoke quickly and hung up. 
He put the phone on the bedside table, and lay beside his brother, holding him
close to his chest. "I'll make it better, Richard... I'll do everything I can."
He whispered, and Sebastian sat beside them both, his hand resting on Jim's
shoulder. He wasn't going to take the news so well...
***** Destroyed *****
Chapter Summary
     Jim finds out whats wrong with Richard and falls apart. Sebastian's
     thinking with his cock and manages to make him smile eventually.
Severin and Jim were sat on the couch. Richard in the bedroom, still asleep,
and Sebastian in the kitchen making tea. No one had said anything since Severin
had got there half an hour ago, and it was driving Jim insane. He needed to
know what was going on with Richard. He was desperate to help his brother.
Different scenarios ran wild in his head, was Richard sick? Hurt? In danger? Is
he doing something he shouldn't be? Did Severin have something to do with it?
“Jim...” Severin started once Sebastian had returned, setting a tea tray down
on the coffee table, and sitting across from them. “It's Layla.” He spoke
without emotion, in an attempt to actually get the words out. His whole mindset
reverting back to what the army had instilled in him.
He could see the pain in Severin's eyes. He'd been a father to the girl since
she was born, he cared about her as if she was his own. He loved her. Jim
didn't care about that though. This was his niece. His biological niece. 
Jim gripped the tea cup tighter, almost snapping it in half as his mind ran
through every possible scenario. The horrible situations that she could be in,
who could have taken her, what are they doing to her? Everything was bad and
everything was painful. “She's sick.” He spoke up, cutting through his thoughts
again and everything seemed to freeze. He couldn't fix that.
“What... What's wrong with her?” he asked, his voice quiet and accent lost.
Everything seemed to slow down and he could feel gravity pulling him down, his
whole body heavy under the weight of it, as if it was trying to crush him. His
limbs felt like lead and his mouth went dry.
Sebastian looked at the two men, his eyes filled with fear and pain as he saw
Jim's disguise slip away. He was no longer Moriarty the criminal, but James the
uncle with a heart of gold. His eyes filling with tears that he tried
desperately to blink away. 
“Cancer, Jim...” Severin's voice broke, despite trying to keep his mind in
military mode, as Jim had come to call it. “She's got tumours covering her
whole body... We took her to the doctors a few days ago, she had been really
tired and weak and we figured she might have caught a cold or something...” He
continued.
Jim put the cup down and nodded, looking towards Sebastian. The Colonel sat
beside him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Don't go crazy... Please... Not
today. Not while they're here.” He spoke softly, and Jim nodded, his face
hidden in the soldiers chest.
How didn't he notice when she was here?! How didn't he see something was
wrong?! He was usually so much more observant, so how did he miss this? 
He gripped Sebastian's shirt tight in his fist, keeping him as close as
possible and he tried to keep himself from flipping. The snipers hand rubbing
his back gently. 
Severin watched them both, wishing Richard was there. Hoping he would wake up
so he too could be comforted, even if he had to be strong for Richard... he
knew that the younger man just being there was enough.
Time seemed to drag, almost as if it was slipping away. The three men watching
as the tea went cold. Everything seemed so dull, grey. Even Sebastian could
feel the effects it was having on Jim. The way his breathing evened out so
calmly, his eyes focused on the single tea cup and his whole body just fell
limp. 
“Jimmy?” A soft voice spoke up from his bedroom, as Richard appeared in the
door way. The older twin looked up at him and nodded, holding his hand out to
him as he walked over. Richard sat beside him, curled up to his own soldier.
“Can you fix it... Please fix it... Please...” He whispered, as he began to cry
again.
Jim bit his lip, the pain he was feeling was nothing compared to Richard. It
was horrible, terrifying. It made him think of all the times Richard had
watched him fall apart, the times he spent in the shower crying as Richard
washed his cuts. The times he curled up in bed with him and sobbed, both in
pain and fear.
“Anything you need, Richard... Anything at all...” He nodded, holding his hand
and forcing a small smile. “We'll help you however we can.” His voice wavered
and the two Moran's became nervous. They'd never seen the twins so broken,
espcially Jim. 
Sebastian watched him closely, his hand resting on his waist, more to keep him
from going insane than comfort. “We're here for you Richard.” Sebastian nodded,
and Jim smiled at him a little, his eyes showing how close he was to falling
apart. The only thing that had been keeping him sane was being taken away from
him. No cure, no way to save her. Just able to give her a little more time, but
she'd be in pain.
The game could wait. He didn't need the game right now. He needed to protect
his family. Holmes were nothing to him anymore, he didn't care about them. 
No one spoke again after that, just sat in silence, comforting each other.
Their bodies pressed close together as they attempted to pull themselves
together. The Moran's both comforting their boyfriends, holding them until they
had calmed themselves down. “Come on, Richard... We need to go pick Layla up
from daycare...” Severin spoke after a while.
Richard didn't say anything and nodded as he stood up, before they both looked
at Jim and Sebastian. For the first time noticing their positions. “Are you
two...?” Richard asked quietly, raising an eyebrow to them both. A faint smile
appearing, sending relief flooding through Jim's body as he saw it.
Jim nodded, taking Sebastian's hand in his own. “We owe you fifty pounds...”
Sebastian mumbled, as he kissed Jim's shoulder, catching his gaze on the large
hand shaped bruise around the criminals neck. His heart broke as he saw it,
knowing he hadn't been able to stop it happening. Jim got hurt...
“We're just glad you're happy.” Richard spoke as they walked towards the door,
pulling his coat on. “Don't hurt him... You know what happens if you do...” He
sighed. Jim laughed a little, as Sebastian went to clear everyone's cups away,
not wanting to deal with one of Jim's tantrums today.
James pulled his twin into a tight hug, both of them using the other for
strength. Neither of them wanting to let go, and Severin could see how much
they meant to each other. How much Jim really did care about Richard despite
his rage. 
"I love you, Richy... I'll try and fix it... I'll try..." he whispered, and
both Severin and Richard couldn't believe what they had heard. It was rare for
Jim to say he loved someone, it was rare for Jim to show any emotions at all
since the Moran's had entered his life. Especially without Layla around. They
both decided to ignore it though.
Eventually they pulled apart from each other, Sebastian now stood beside his
own twin. "We'll drop by soon. I promise."
“Take care of each other. We'll drop by soon.” Severin forced a smile at his
own twin and held the door open for Richard, wrapping an arm around his waist
as they walked away from the house.
The two criminals watched as they walked away, before slowly going back
inside. 
Jim shut the door behind them, resting his forehead against it and took a deep
breath. “Seb...” He spoke quietly, his voice breaking, as the Colonel's arms
wrapped around him, pulling him back towards the couch.
“It's okay, James... Don't speak, just cry... Don't flip or anything...
Please... Just let yourself be emotional...” He whispered as they both lay on
the couch, Sebastian's arms wrapping around him tighter.
"I can't fix it, Seb... I can't fix this... Layla's going to suffer, and
Richard's going to suffer... And I can't fix it... I can't..." he whispered,
gripping his shirt again and curling up to him as much as possible.
Jim hid his face in his chest, clinging tightly to him. He didn't care about
his reputation at this point. He didn't want anything else, right now, all he
wanted was his Colonel. His Colonel with his bright blue eyes and strong arms
wrapped around him. He finally broke, as Sebastian kissed his head, tears
falling hot and fast down his cheeks. His shoulders shaking as he heaved for
breath.
“It's okay, Jim-jam... It's okay...” Sebastian cooed, playing with his hair,
“This will all be fine... You'll get through this...” He spoke and Jim was
grateful he wasn't giving him false hope. He knew if something happened that
Sebastian would help him through it. He knew he'd be okay. He also knew that
there was a very slim chance that Layla would make it through this alive... and
he hated that. She would have to suffer for what could be months or even years,
and she still might not make it. 
Sebastian sighed as he held onto the mastermind, his heart breaking at the
sudden change in his boss. The way his whole body fell limp and his eyes
fluttered shut in a way that made him look almost innocent. Broken. “Jimmy?” He
whispered after he thought the man had stopped crying, only to find that he'd
fallen asleep.
His breathing evened out and Sebastian finally let himself feel. His heart
broke and he could feel his own tears falling down his cheeks. He hated the
thought of Jim being so broken. 
He held him tightly, his arms squeezing him against his chest, until eventually
the soldier fell asleep too. 
---
Sebastian woke up a several hours later, Jim's head resting against his
shoulder. He couldn't help the small smile that appeared on his lips as he
looked down at him. The man looked adorable. The way his body relaxed and his
face smoothed out, the usual frown lines disappearing and making him look
younger. His lips parted slightly, the soft pink skin covering them standing
out against the harsh pale. His dark hair wild over the Colonel's shoulder and
making him look paler again.
Sebastian found him beautiful, and he hated the thought of anyone hurting him.
Each bruise and scar only made him look more precious. His arms wrapped around
him again as he slowly picked him up, careful not to disturb him, and carried
him into his room. 
Everything was clean. There was nothing on the floor or the bed that shouldn't
be there, the dressing table was neatly organised and the wardrobe was always
perfect. Organised by colour and type of clothes. Suits first, then pants,
ties, jackets, pyjamas, jeans, shirts, shoes, costumes. It had to be that way,
'That's the order you would put them on.' Jim argued when he had asked about
it.
He lay the smaller man down on the bed, and went into the wardrobe. He sighed
as he searched through the clothes. He pulled out a pair of silk pyjamas, a
bright red with white stitching. He never understood how he could sleep in such
things, especially with silk sheets. He did enjoy imagineing how many times the
man had slipped off the bed in the night, though.

“James...” He whispered, knowing he wouldn't like to be asleep as he changed
him. He shook him gently, once back beside the bed, and kissed his forehead.
“James, wake up...”
“Hm? What...?” He mumbled, still half asleep as he opened his eyes and yawned.
He looked up at him, those large eyes that Sebastian loved, staring straight up
into his. The dark brown mixing with the black of his pupils.
“Gonna get you changed okay? Then you can go back asleep.” He smiled kindly and
ran his hand through Jim's hair.
Jim nodded and shut his eyes again, and Sebastian sighed as he started to get
him undressed. He carefully pulled his trousers down, kissing down his thighs
and legs. “It's gonna be okay, Jimmy.” He spoke softly, kissing each scar and
mark on his hips as he removed his shirt. “You're going to be okay, because
you're James Moriarty and you always are.”
“Sebastian... Will you stay in here with me? Tonight?” He asked shyly, his
cheeks turning a very slight shade of pink that if Sebastian didn't know
better, would have thought was just his imagination.
“Of course, Jim-Jam... I'll stay with you as long as you need.” He nodded, as
he got him to sit up, so he could put the pyjama shirt on him. Jim smiled a
little as he lay back down, his head sinking in the goose feather pillows that
he insisted on having.
“Even if I want you to stay forever?” He asked, and Sebastian moved to kiss
him, cupping his face in his hands.
“Then I'll stay forever.” He smiled, “I'm not going to leave you Jim, not for
anything, unless you tell me to. I'm yours forever.” He moved back down and
pulled the pyjama pants onto him.
“Thank you...” Jim mumbled, as he crawled under the covers, pulling the blanket
up under his chin. “I want you to stay forever...” He whispered, before he fell
back asleep. Sebastian smiled and sat beside him, playing with his hair for a
little while before he left the room.
Sebastian sat down to watch a football match, his team wasn't playing and he
was barely concentrating on what was happening. Eventually he gave up
completely and decided to work out, heading towards the gym that had been built
specifically for him -although he was convinced Jim just liked watching him.
He spent a few hours working out, loosing sense of time and just continuing
until he felt light headed, having forgotten to take a bottle of water with
him. He sighed as he walked through the house, looking in on Jim as he walked
past.
The sniper couldn't help but smile as he saw him lying there, the innocence on
his face. He had to stop himself from kissing him, or joining him in the bed.
Jim would not appreciate being covered in Sebastian's sweat, and he needed to
sleep. So the sniper simply closed the door and wandered off to the bathroom.
He didn't bother to lock the door in case Jim woke up, leaving his clothes on
the floor as he stepped into the shower. He took his time to wash, his mind
wandering to the dark corners it usually would when he was alone, only now he
could modify the thoughts, make them more life like.
He thought about Jim, the way his skin felt against his, how it was mostly soft
with slight raises where each scar was placed. The silk like skin on his lips
as he pressed them against his. How thin the man was, the way his hip bones
would jut out slightly. The almost feminine curves of his body, and how
blissful he looked as he moaned and whined. How he would pull him closer and
arch his back.
The images darted through Sebastian's mind, and he began to wonder how Jim
would look tied down, gagged, caged, handcuffed, over the couch, over his desk,
in front of an audience. Then his mind wandered to their first time, how Jim
must have stretched himself, the way his slender fingers would look as he
worked himself open. His mouth falling open as he moaned, staring up at
Sebastian.
Sebastian couldn't help himself as he wrapped his hand around himself, the
quiet moans that escaped his lips, from the slow strokes. He prayed he wouldn't
wake Jim, but with every image that flashed before his eyes, his moans got
louder. He rested one arm on the wall in front of him, biting down on it in an
attempt to stay quiet.
Images of Jim in harnesses and collars, the thought of him pulling on the ropes
and begging him. It made him feel guilty, thinking like this while Jim was
falling apart. He couldn't stop himself though, when there was a knock on the
door. “Seb?”
“Uh... Ye-Yeah?” He stuttered out, as he suddenly froze, his eyes wide as he
looked at the bathroom door.
“I don't mind you wanking in my bathroom, but can you stop moaning my name... I
thought something might have happened.” He laughed, but it was broken, almost
forced.
“Sorry, Jim-jam...” He spoke softly, as the door opened, “Coming to join me?”
“No... I just don't want to be alone.” He mumbled, sitting on the floor with
his back to the door. Sebastian smiled at him, his eyes going soft as he looked
over at him. “What were you thinking about?”
“You...” He laughed, and Jim gave him an unamused look. “Tied up and gagged.”
He added.
Jim laughed, “Have you got a filthy mind, Sebastian?” He asked quietly. The
sniper couldn't help but smile as Jim slowly started to relax and come back
into himself.
“Maybe I just want to be in charge for once.” He shrugged as he looked down at
him, raising an eyebrow. Jim smiled a little and shook his head, bringing his
knees up to his chest. “I think you'd look adorable, get you a little collar
and a harness. Tie you up and gag you so I don't have to hear how 'bored' you
are.”
Jim rolled his eyes, “You'd miss my voice too much.” He smirked as he smiled at
him. His eyes gleamed a little though and he couldn't hide his interest from
Sebastian. They both knew the man liked to be stripped of his power, he just
wouldn't admit it. “You gonna finish yourself off, or are you too shy to now?”
He laughed as he stood up.
“Why, do you want to watch?” He smirked, switching the water off.
“Maybe I do.” He nodded, “It's only fair. I gave you a show once.”
“You were fucking crazy, and you only did it so I'd let you out of the
basement.” He argued as he stepped out, standing in front of him.
“It was your idea to watch porn with the microphone on.” He laughed, stepping
back a little to avoid getting wet, but Sebastian grabbed his wrist and pulled
him to his chest. “Seb!” He yelped.
“You told me not to.” He shrugged and kissed his neck gently as he held onto
him tighter. “So, obviously I had to.”
“Yes, well... You enjoyed the show. I could hear you in the bathroom when I
went to bed.” He whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his back. “It was
quite entertaining for me then, too.”
“Bed. Now.” Sebastian commanded, purposely adopting his military persona. He
was in charge tonight. Jim was not winning this game... although Sebastian had
the feeling he already had.
Jim smirked as he left the room, the sniper following him close behind. He
didn't want sex, he just wanted his mind to shut up, to shut off completely and
let him relax. He knew Sebastian wouldn't let him drink, and if he did, he
wouldn't let him get black out drunk like he used to. So he would settle for
this... and it was definietly more fun.
***** Mornings *****
Chapter Summary
     Mornings aren't always as bad as you'd think at the Moran/Moriarty
     residence.
There was something different about Jim. The slow breathing, the way his body
swayed as Sebastian held him up. His beautiful eyes clouded in lust and staring
down at him. Sebastian held his waist, pressing gentle kisses over his neck. He
slowly moved his hands up, the silk of the pyjama's helping them to glide over
his sides. He started undoing the buttons, popping each one out, and trailing
kisses down his chest. 
Jim shrugged off the pyjama top, and Sebastian picked him up, carrying him over
to the bed and laying him down. His breathing was slow and he could feel
himself slipping away, all his worries, his cares, the insecurities. Something
about Sebastian Moran made the world stop, made existence... almost bearable. 
Sebastian crawled on top of the smaller man, biting his neck again as Jim's
fingers tangled into his hair, his other arm wrapping around his waist.
"Sebastian..." He whispered. The sniper looked up at him, his bright blue eyes
staring down at him. 
"I love you..." He whispered, biting his lip. "Everything will soon be okay."
He smiled a little as he wrapped his arms around him. Jim smiled, placing his
hand on the snipers face, stroking his cheek with his thumb. Sebastian could
feel how Jim had relaxed, the way his body would move slowly with Sebastian's. 
---
They curled up together, covered in sweat, their bodies pressed up against each
other. Sebastian's chest to Jim's back, his arms around his waist and their
legs tangled together. Both of them breathing heavily, but completely content
with everything. Their minds empty and their hearts pounding, every inch of
their being handed over to one another. 
Sebastian could feel every doubt he had suddenly disappear, his heart filled
with joy and hope and love. Three things that he had never felt before, three
things that he would -quite possibly- never feel again. He could feel as Jim's
mind shut off, the silence that fell over them both. The way his body moulded
against his, and fit so perfectly. 
"Jim-jam..." He whispered after a moment, kissing his cheek. "I love you." 
"I love you too, Basher..." He smiled a little, so faint that he would have
missed it, had he not been studying his face. The way his eyelashes fluttered
as he blinked, his nose would twitch every time he kissed his neck. How his
eyebrows furrowed as he pulled him closer. He could see the way his lips curled
every time he showed him a bit of affection. 
The sniper held him tightly, almost as if he was trying to put all of Jim's
pieces back together. Wishing and wanting to fix him, to rid him of the
insecurities he felt, the disgust he felt for himself. He just wanted to make
him okay, to fix everything so he could see Jim smile and laugh, but actually
mean it. The way he would on the rare occasions they would go out together, the
way he would laugh as others screamed on theme part rides, and how much he
loved haunted houses'. The way his eyes would light up as Sebastian handed him
a bag of candyfloss already having eaten the pink half that he knew Jim hated.
 
The criminal mastermind slowly started to slip, his eyes falling shut and his
breathing evened out. Sebastian's arms tightened around him again. "I love you,
James... Sleep well..." He whispered. 
He watched him for a moment, stroking his hair and smiling. "I love you,
James..." He repeated as he buried his face in his neck and closed his eyes. 
---
Sebastian woke up before Jim like usual, but rather than making him breakfast
and tea, he lay holding him. His arms tight around his waist still as Jim slept
peacefully. Sebastian still couldn't believe that Jim was his. He couldn't
believe he was actually pressed up against him, that he loved him. 
Jim was exhausted his eyes still heavy as he looked up at Sebastian. The light
from outside was burning his eyes as he looked up at him. "Not making breakfast
this morning, Tiger?" He mumbled and yawned.
Sebastian could see he was still upset about the previous day, and he couldn't
blame him. His niece was dying and there was nothing he could do to fix it.
There was no way he would be able to find a cure for it.
"I'll make it in a moment, just wanted to admire you a little." He smiled, and
kissed his forehead. Jim couldn't how much he loved when he would do that. It
was something so simple but it made him feel so safe and happy. Appreciated;
for lack of a better word. It made him feel like his mind was important and not
the ugly mess it really was.
"Go make breakfast, you've admired me long enough, and I want to get a shower.
I feel all disgusting." He laughed, and sat up as he stretched his back, the
sound of the bubbles in his cartilage popping and causing Sebastian to shiver.
"I hate when you do that." He groaned and kissed his hip. James smirked and
looked down at him as he cracked his knuckles. Sebastian cringed, his teeth
gritting together. "Please stop." He laughed and got up, pulling on a pair of
boxers.
Jim watched him closely, his eyes trailing up and down his body, studying each
of his scars. He loved the scars, and he loved how his sniper looked. The
muscles and the tattoo, the shape of his arse and the three stripes across his
back, crossing over his spine. "Take a picture." The blond man smirked and Jim
laughed as he picked his phone up and did just that.
"How pretty." He laughed and Sebastian rolled his eyes. "I won't show anyone if
you pass me my robe." He smiled innocently, his large doe eyes staring up at
him. Sebastian nodded, picking up the large, fluffy dressing gown and throwing
it at Jim, covering his head as he groaned.
"How pretty." He smirked and kissed his head as he left the room, "I'll make
pancakes, hurry up and get your shower, or you'll be sat at the table, covered
in dried cum." He growled.
Jim couldn't help but smile a little at the way his snipers voice got deeper,
his thick cockney accent bleeding through from his days at Eton. "Always so
lovely of a morning." He laughed as he wrapped the robe around him and skipped
off to the bathroom.
Unlike Sebastian, when Jim was in the shower his mind shut off. He didn't think
about anything, a symptom from when he lived with his father. The shower being
his only sanctuary. He could feel his body relax as he stood under the warm
spray, his shoulders releasing all the built up tension, his eyes getting more
relaxed. He took a deep breath, the steam filling up the bathroom from how hot
he had the water set to.
His skin quickly turned pink, burning a little as he stood there. He hummed
softly to himself as he picked up a sponge and his shower gel, frowning as he
realised it was empty after yesterdays... events.
Sighing, he picked up Sebastian's, pulling a face as the strong scent hit him.
The horrible scent of aloe vera hitting him. Never the less, he needed to clean
himself up.
"James hurry your arse." Sebastian called from outside the door. He didn't want
Jim to be alone for too long, not until he was sure he would be okay. He didn't
want to risk anything. Jim groaned.
"Shut up, you haven't even finished cooking!" He shouted at him and laughed,
scrubbing his skin as hard as he could. His skin turning a brighter shade of
red. He hissed in pain a little as it began to hurt, but he continued, washing
his whole body in the same way.
He sang to himself quietly, random show tunes and power ballads. He swayed his
hips a little as he washed his hair, his arms starting to ache from the amount
of work he had put in to getting clean.
Sebastian waited outside the door, knowing Jim would take a while to get clean.
He had seen him after the whores had left their house. The way his skin would
glow a bright red when he came out of the bathroom. He never thought he would
do it because of him though. He never realised that it wasn't just a thing he
did because they were whores. It was an actual thing Jim felt a compulsive need
to do after sex, even if it wasn't immediately afterwards.
He couldn't help but smile as he sang The Phantom Of The Opera. The way his
voice sounded was perfect in his opinion. It was different and the slight
accent he had when he sang was beautiful. He couldn't help but get lost in his
voice as he sang each word. It was quiet and hard to hear over the water, but
it was still as beautiful as always and he never wanted to listen to anything
else.
James danced around a little, doing his best to keep himself from slipping
over. His hair was washed, his skin cleaned and now he had to shave. He hated
shaving with a passion. He had bi-weekly waxing sessions, but he still had to
shave his face, a task that he found tedious and boring. He had purposely
bought a set of straight razors simply because it made it more interesting.
"Sebastian, you're still not cooking!" He called, noticing the lack of noise in
the kitchen now that he had turned the shower off. He smiled as he heard the
footsteps walking away from the door, a little embarrassed that his sniper had
probably just heard him singing.
The sniper hurried away to the kitchen, starting on the pancakes. He knew how
much Jim liked them for breakfast, and he was determined to make him eat some.
He hated how little he ate on any given day, and had made it his top priority
to keep the younger man healthy. Even if he had to force feed him.
Jim sighed as he carefully shaved his face, ensuring he didn't harm himself.
"Jimmy, breakfast is ready!" Sebastian called, as he finished up, making sure
to add moisturiser and take his medication before he left the bathroom, wrapped
in a towel.
"I'll be two minutes, just getting dressed!" He called as he stumbled to the
bathroom.
Sebastian stayed in the kitchen, dishing up the food. He'd made a simple Full
English, bacon, sausage, toast, eggs, ect. He hated that Jim didn't eat enough,
so when he did get the chance to make him something to eat, he made sure to
make it filling.
"Hey, tiger?" Jim spoke quietly as he entered the kitchen, wearing one of
Sebastian's jumpers, that went down to his knees. He looked adorable and
Sebastian couldn't help but kiss his nose as he handed him the plate of food.
"I'm um... I think we should have one of those... Days out... To... Keep busy?"
He spoke quietly.
"Really?" He asked as he followed him to the table, sitting across from each
other. "What do you have in mind then?" He smiled.
"The arcades? They're always fun, and um... we could go the fair." He smiled,
which only caused Sebastian's grin to widen. He loved the days he got to spend
with Jim, especially when it meant they go to have this much fun! The fair and
arcades, Jim's favourite place.
"Sure. We'll have this, then I'll get dressed and we'll go, yeah?" Jim nodded,
obviously excited about their plans. He really did love having fun, innocent
fun.
Sebastian had found out from Richard it was because there was an arcade by
their house in Ireland, that Jim would visit often with their mother before
things got bad. He always loved the little arcade with the penny games. The
Punch and Judy puppet shows were his absoloute favourite, even now the sniper
would often find him in the attic playing with the replica puppets Jim had
bought years ago. His eyes shining brightly, and a large grin on his face as he
moved the arms and reenacted his favourite shows.
"Sounds good to me." he nodded, and started to eat. He barely touched most of
it, but Sebastian was just glad to finally get something into him. He'd just
had to force an awful lot of candy down his throat while they were out.
He smiled and nodded, he should be able to keep himself busy enough to not
think about Layla all day.
Sebastian could see it though, the slight pain in his eyes, the fear flooding
his body and the worry he was drowning in. She might not have been his
daughter, but he treated her like she was. He had become a better man for her,
and once she was gone... Jim would never be the same.
He'd never be the man Sebastian loved. He knew he'd never stop loving him
though. He'd never stop caring. He'd always have Jim. He just wouldn't be the
same, and he had promised himself that he would be there the whole time. Every
step of the way. He was his tiger afterall, and he couldn't leave him. Not for
anything.
"I'll pay for dinner tonight. We'll go to that place you like." He spoke as he
threw the last of the food in the bin, and placed the dishes in the sink.
"We'll need to be back early though, it's bonfire night and I have plans."
"Is it? Shit... I hadn't realised... I... I um... I'm..." Seb stuttered out,
completely terrified as it dawned on him what Bonfire night would men.
"It's okay, Seb... The basements sound proof, remember? I've already planned
everything out." He smiled and stood behind him, his arms wrapping around his
neck.
He nodded, staring at his now empty plate. He hated admitting he suffered from
PTSD, he hated that Jim gave up watching the fireworks every year to sit with
him in a soundproof room with no windows. He felt awful that Jim lost out on
something he loved.
***** Arcades! *****
Chapter Summary
     Jim takes Sebastian to his favourite arcades!
Chapter Notes
     I won't be updating for a short while after this chapter I do
     apologise
Jim had been giddy the whole journey. He loved having days off. Days to be a
kid. This was also one of Sebastian's favourite experiences though. Not even
Richard got to see this side of Jim. The side that just wanted to play. The
side that loved to just let go.
"Hey, Sebby?" He spoke up from the back seat, his voice slightly higher than
usual and his body more relaxed. It was strange seeing him like this, with his
'civilian clothes' on; which consisted of one of Seb's band shirts and a tight
pair of jeans. He looked adorable, and Sebastian had to remind himself to look
back at the road several times.
Now the shorter man was collecting some change for the both. Jim preferred
ticket machines, the awful duck shooting game, dance games, car racing.
Sebastian liked the claw machines, penny slots and the donkey races. They had
very different tastes, and therefore Jim usually went home with a lot of
prizes. He did once win a small stuffed tiger for his sniper though, and
although the older man would deny it if you asked, he did sleep with it every
night... Until Jim started joining him.
Sebastian loved seeing the smile on Jim's face as he played. The way his eyes
would light up and all the pain would be forgotten. The world would just melt
away and he would relax. It was like someone else took over his entire body.
"Ready, tiger?" Jim asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.
The sniper nodded and followed him over to one of the only games they both
enjoyed. The horror simulation game. Two guns, many zombies, and it was 4D.
They had once spent so long playing it together they didn't get a chance to
play anything else, and Jim enjoyed trying to beat his bodyguard.
They slipped into the small carriage and put on the 3D glasses, letting the
curtains fall back to block out the light from outside. "Two hundred was it
last time?" He asked as Jim entered the money.
"Aiming to beat the high score, tiger?" Jim laughed, as he glanced up at him.
They both picked up the plastic guns to the side and braced themselves before
hittingstart.
The game started immediately, a gust of wind hitting them straight in the face
as a zombie popped up. Sebastian smirked as he got the first headshot, and Jim
kicked him gently. "To your left!" Jim announced as he shot his own zombie, and
Sebastian's character spun around to kill the attacking zombie.
Area complete.
The characters ran forward, water spraying at them as they walked past a burst
pipe, and the whole carriage shook as a door slammed open. Almost twenty
zombies ran at them, and Sebastian saw Jim flinch a little as a zombie appeared
in front of him. "Fecking idiot!" He growled as he quickly stabbed two of them,
and ran past Sebastian.
"You're just awful at this game." Sebastian smirked, as he stopped a zombie
from attacking Jim; who in turn stole the next five kills to prove a point.
"Cheat."
"You're just awful at this game." Jim laughed, mimicking Sebastian's voice as
best as he could.
They played the game for about an hour before they started shooting at each
other instead, quickly turning into a heated make out session. "We should get
out of this thing before someone finds us..." Jim panted as he pulled away from
the sniper. 
The blond laughed and nodded, "Fine, but you owe me later." He growled in his
ear and bit it gently. Jim moaned quietly, nodding his head slowly. "Come on,
Jimmy." He smiled as he slipped out of the game booth. 
James took a moment to calm himself, before following Sebastian out, greatful
for the low lighting in the arcade as he trailed behind him. "Oh Sebby! Look!
Can we!? Please!?" He asked after a moment, when he spotted the ghost train. 
His sniper looked down at him, and shrugged, "Sure." He laughed, seeing how
Jim's eyes had suddenly lit up. He couldn't help how much he loved seeing Jim
this way, the large smiles and bright eyes. He looked so young, so innocent. 
They made their way over to the ghost train, and paid the small fare, before
boarding the ride. Jim knew it wouldn't be scary, he just loved trains, and
horror. He loved experiencing his childhood all over again. 
Sebastian wrapped an arm around his shoulders and the smaller man cuddled into
his side. "I love you, tiger." He smiled and kissed his cheek as the ride
started.
Sebastian hated these rides. The way people would jump out at you in costume,
and the screams, the gun shots and manic laughing. It didn't mix well with his
PTSD, nor his job of protecting Jim. The second he heard Jim's voice though, he
relaxed. Jim knew this wouldn't be easy for him, and he appreciated that he was
willing to try, but had also slipped a note to the guy running it when he
payed. There would be no gun shots, and people wouldn't get too close. 
As they entered the tunnel, music started to play. Horrible sounds of people
laughing as Jim cuddled closer. He wasn't scared, he just wanted his tiger to
know how much this meant to him. 
The first person jumped out, staying just out of arms reach. Their face was
burned and they screamed as they went past. Jim laughed and smiled, as
Sebastian instinctively tightened his grip on the mad man. "BEWARE!!!" The
character screamed after them as the ride suddenly stopped and another
character ran straight down the line at them. 
His hands were handcuffed behind his back and he had two large cuts on either
side of his mouth, before being strung up by the neck. Jim only laughed more as
they ride continued. 
The ride moved a little faster as more characters stood on a platform as a fire
raged around them, some burned alive and on the ground and Jim's grin widened.
"Isn't this great!" He laughed and looked at Sebastian. He was wearing a grin
of his own, but had been watching Jim more than paying attention to their
current activity. 
As they past the platform another character was thrown in front of the carriage
and water sprayed over them as if it were blood. Jim was almost crying with
laughter at this point and Sebastian kissed his head. 
The actors continued to run at them and scream, being sure to stay at a
distance and Jim continued to laugh and smile. Sebastian's heart filled with
love for the smaller man, his arm wrapped securely around his shoulders. If he
had known earlier that Jim got such joy from Ghost Trains he'd have had one
made in the basement!
The way the mans eyes lit up as each actor played their part, the way his heart
jumped and the adrenaline was so obviously coursing through his veins. He
looked almost childish and innocent. As if he was never hurt; and Sebastian
savoured every moment.
"Thank you, tiger." He grinned when the ride ended, and they got off. Sebastian
nodded, and kissed his cheek.
"Its alright, Jimmy." He mumbled, calming his own heart rate as they walked
back into the main area of the arcade.
Kids were running around and playing the games as they walked through. Jim
slipped his hand into Sebastian's and smiled up at him. "Come on, lets play
some games." He laughed.
The sniper smiled at him and nodded, allowing Jim to pull him over to some of
the ticket machines. "Will you?" He asked, as he led him to one of the car
racing games he loved.
The taller man rolled his eyes and nodded, as he let Jim sit in his lap.
Unfortunately Jim was too small to reach the pedals and see the screen in front
of him, and so Sebastian would end up with him in his lap, and hitting him to
go faster. It wasn't too bad though, he got to hold Jim's waist and have him
pressed up against his chest.
He grinned as he hugged Jim's waist and kissed the back of his neck. "You look
adorable." He whispered, and Jim elbowed him in the chest.
"Shut up, Seb." He laughed and slipped the coins into the machine, being sure
to grind down against Sebastian's groin as he reached over.
"Oi!" He snapped and Jim laughed at him, "None of that. Not in public." He
whispered and Jim hit start.
"Which do you think, tiger? The green car? Red?" He asked, and continued to
grind his arse against him. Sebastian narrowed his eyes and hugged his waist,
"I'm going to pick the red one." He nodded and leaned back against Seb, letting
out a quiet moan that only Sebastian could hear over the music.
"Good idea. Now stop grinding against me!" He whispered, and Jim shook his
head.
"Nope." He whispered, and kissed his cheek. He turned back to the screen and
scrolled through the different destinations, rolling his hips and smirking.
Sebastian groaned and let his hands run over Jim's thighs and brushed against
his already hard cock. "You might want to take care of that." He laughed and
Jim nodded.
"I am." He whispered and continued to grind against him. Sebastian laughed and
tugged on Jim's belt.
"If you can't beat them, join them." He whispered as he undid it, and Jim
laughed. Sebastian undid his own jeans and pulled Jim's down so he had access
to his hole. "Have you got any lube, kitten?" he asked as Jim finally chose a
venue.
"Your inside jacket pocket." He laughed and Sebastian shook his head, realising
this was Jim's plan as he found the packet.
"Do you like public sex, Jimmy?" He asked as he realised Jim was wearing a plug
as he continued to grind against him. The younger man nodded and hit him to
press the accelerator.
Sebastian laughed as he slid it out and covered his own erection in lube,
before lowering Jim down onto it, being sure that no one could see them. "Fuck
James... You're always so tight..." he moaned and Jim nodded as he bit his lip.
Sebastian grinned as he started to thrust up into him, and somehow keep his
foot on the pedal. Jim whimpered as he tried to keep his eyes on the game. "God
Seb..." he purred as he focused on driuing the car.
Sebastian laughed, and rolled his hips. "I don't know how you can still play
that game... I'd be completely gone if I had someone's cock in my arse."
"Is that an... invitation?" He asked, as Seb bucked his hips, harshly thrusting
into him, and causing Jim to cry out.
"Maybe if you're a good boy." He smirked as Jim swung around a corner on his
game, bouncing desperately in his lap.
Sebastian's hands rested on his hips, careful to avoid digging his fingers too
harshly into the skin. His eyes fluttered closed as Jim sped up, clenching
around him as he brought them both closer to their climax.
The colonel moaned quietly, gritting his jaw as he tried to stay quiet.
"James... I..." he whispered in his ear, before biting his shoulder gently.
"Don't worry, I can't get pregnant." Jim laughed and rolled his hips. Sebastian
nodded, not really registering what his boss had said and focused on each
movement the man made. The quiet moans spilling out of Jim's mouth as he tried
to control the virtual car as well.
Sebastian's hips bucked again, and he slipped his hand around Jim's waist. His
fingers ghosted over his shaft before wrapping around him and moving in time
with Jim.
The smaller man let out a gasp and a quiet whimper as Sebastian ran his thumb
over the head and kissed his cheek. "Don't make too much of a mess." He
whispered, and nibbled his ear lobe.
Jim nodded as his movements became more erratic, and out of rhythm. Sebastian
continued bucking his hips, enjoying the quiet squeals that spilled from Jim's
lips each time he did until he came inside of him. His eyes closed and hips
thrust up into Jim as his free hand gripped his hip tightly. "Shit..." he
moaned.
The brunette on his lap laughed a little, thrusting into the bigger mans hand
until he spilled over it and simultaneously crossed the finish line. "High...
score..." Jim laughed as he fell back against Sebastian's chest, his shoulders
heaving as he gasped for breath and recovered.
Sebastian hummed and kissed his neck lazily, wiping his hand on Jim's jumper.
"I love you." He mumbled and sucked a small bruise onto the pale skin. Jim
couldn't help but grin as he said it, knowing that Sebastian genuinely meant
it. He loved him.
"I love you too... But get cleaned up before some kid sees us." He laughed.
Sebastian nodded and pulled out of him, replacing the plug and squeezing Jim's
arse.
"Let's see if we can get you another doll." He laughed as he heard Jim moan a
little. The smaller man stood up, fixing his jeans and hiding the stains under
the dull light of the arcade before following his sniper.
•••
They wandered around for a little while until Jim spotted a dance game,
pleading with Sebastian to play with him. "I'll literally do anything!" He
resorted to after the fifth time of Seb saying no, and 'Go to Hell'.
"Anything?" He asked and raised an eyebrow, as Jim swallowed and nodded his
head. "You're cooking tonight." He nodded as he pulled Jim over to the dance
game, and the smaller man looked momentarily confused.
He didn't get why Sebastian would want Jim to cook. Usually when he said
'anything' people would ask for sexual favours or money; this wasn't something
people asked him for.
He shrugged it off though, and figurd Sebastian was probably just tired of
cooking for them both. "What song?" Sebastian asked as he put the money into
the machine and looked at James.
"Oh... uh..." he mumbled as he scrolled through the options and settled on the
theme song from 'The Breakfast Club'. Sebastian laughed a little as he saw his
choice and kissed his head.
They took their positions and waited for it to load. Both men were competitive
and they loved going against each other no matter what it was, and this time
Sebastian was going to win. No matter what.
"Hey, hey, hey ,hey" The song started and Jim smirked at his tiger. He knew Seb
could dance, but it was rare that he would, and although they had to follow the
directions on screen, Sebastian usually made it more fun by making up his own
choreography with Jim.
"Won't you come see about me? I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby" They hit
each step perfectly, and glanced at each other, eyes narrowed with feigned
threats.
"Tell me your troubles and doubts Giving me everything inside and out" Jim sang
along a little as they spun around and swapped sides.
"and Love's strange so real in the dark Think of the tender things that we were
working on" Jim laughed at the lyrics as Sebastian pulled him close, both of
them still managing to get a perfect score.
"Slow change may pull us apart When the light gets into your heart, baby"
Sebastian sang as he pushed Jim away and they faced each other.
"Don't you forget about me." Jim spoke his voice demanding and full of power as
he walked around Sebastian and pushed him to the other side.
"Don't don't don't don't"
"Don't you forget about me." Sebastian smirked and tapped Jim's head.
"As you walk on by. Will you call my name? As you walk on by. Will you call my
name? When you walk away. Oh will you walk away? Will you walk on by?Come on,
call my name. Will you call my name?" They both sang as the somg ended, and
Sebastian laughed as Jim ended up panting. They looked back at the screen and
Jim had -once again- won.
"I'm sure you cheat somehow." Sebastian pouted as Jim collected up their
tickets and jumped onto Sebastian's back.
"Nope, just better than you!" He laughed and kissed his cheek as he pointed at
the claw machines. "I want a Scooby Doo!" He grinned down at him and Sebastian
rolled his eyes, holding his legs around his waist.
"Fine, but I want a kiss." He argued, and looked up at him. Jim nodded and
leaned over him at a slightly awkward angle and kissed his sniper. "One Scooby
Doo coming up."
He smiled at him. Jim laughed as Sebastian carried him over, leaving him to
rest on his back as he played.
•••
They stayed at the arcade for another hour, until Jim owned a Scooby Doo doll,
a minion, two stuffed black cats, three bottles of bubble liquid and a pikachu
hat, simply because he liked the colour.
Although, eventually he became irritable as he started to get tired. Sebastian
picked him up, and carried him out to the car, laying him across the back seat
and kissed his forehead.
"Get some sleep, Jimmy. It's a long drive home." He spoke softly as the
criminal cuddled up to his many dolls.
"Thank you for this, Seb." He smiled as his eyes fluttered closed, a large
smile still playing on his lips. He could live like this. His sniper. Things
might finally be looking up; he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
"I love you, Jimmy." Sebastian smiled as he got into the drivers seat, and
started them on their journey home.
***** Death *****
Chapter Summary
     Jim's not human.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The rest of the week passed slowly, and Jim seemed to be in a horrible mood the
whole time. He wanted to be alone more often, and Sebastian was sent on more
and more jobs. He didn't mind, it meant they were both keeping busy, but then
Thursday came, and everything seemed to get worse.
Jim was smashing things in the living room, while Sebastian sat at the kitchen
table staring into his cup of tea. It was the anniversary of his mothers death
and he had hoped to spend the day with Severin, but given the circumstances,
his plans didn't seem very possible.
As the sound of smashing glass began to fade though, he could hear Jim's feet
crunching over the broken glass, towards the kitchen. He didn't say anything as
he pottered around the room, and Sebastian didn't look up from his coffee. This
was how things had been all week, and he didn't want to cause Jim to have
another tantrum.
"Here..." The criminal spoke softly, as he swapped the now cold cup of coffee,
for a fresh one.
Sebastian looked up at him, both of their eyes red and puffy. It was obvious
they had been crying for some time. "Thanks." He mumbled and looked back down.
Jim rested his hand on the sniper's shoulder and kissed his head, he'd been so
selfish all morning, and had neglected to realise what day it was.
"I'm sorry... Go see your brother, I'll be fine today." He explained as he
turned to get his own cup of coffee. He had to make sure that the sniper didn't
remember what he had done. He couldn't take him back to Eurus. He couldn't do
that, not again.
"I'm fine here today, don't worry, Jimmy." He mumbled and sipped his coffee.
"No, Seb, you're not. Please. Just go see your brother. I have plans today
anyways, so I won't be home until late. So please go see your brother. I'm sure
he needs you too." He sighed and reached over to take his hand. "It'll be okay,
Sebastian. Please go."
He sighed and nodded, as he looked at him. He couldn't say no."Alright. I'll
leave in a couple hours." He mumbled, before noticing what he'd said. "Where
are you going?"
"I have work to do at the office. Nothing important, I'd just rather get it
done." He shrugged, as he sat across from him at the table. Sebastian nodded,
and stared down at his coffee again. He could feel how tight his chest was
becoming, and there was a lump in his throat as he watched the liquid swirling
in the mug.
"I think I'll stay with Severin then if you're going to be late. If that's
okay?" He asked quietly, and slowly looked up at him. Jim gave a small smile to
him and nodded.
"That's fine, Seb. I'll call you later okay? I'm going to get dressed, I've got
to pick up some books on my way to the office." He mumbled, and stood up again,
abandoning the cup of coffee on the table. "See you tomorrow, Sebby." He spoke
quietly, and pulled his chin up, and kissed him gently.
Sebastian felt a little better as Jim kissed him. Knowing that Jim definitely
loved him. It made him feel better every time he thought of it. How had he
gotten so lucky?
"See you tomorrow, Jimmy." He nodded. He didn't really want to go out, but
since Jim wouldn't be home he had no choice. He didn't want to be alone today
either.
He sighed and heard as Jim was shuffling around the living room, probably
looking for his shoes. "See you later, Sebby!" He called as he opened the front
door a few minutes later. Sebastian didn't say anything else though, and simply
continued to stare at his cup of coffee. Today was going to be a long day.
---
Jim, on the other hand, had been looking forward to today. Eoin was back in
town for a couple of days, and they had arranged to meet up and go out for the
night. Jim didn't mind leaving Sebastian with his brother today, he'd probably
make him feel worse anyways. He was never very good at sympathy and comforting
people. He'd explained that to Eoin the previous night when Seb had gone to
bed. He'd been the one to make the plans in an attempt to keep Jim from feeling
guilty.
They'd decided to go out to see a movie and get dinner before they went
drinking. This time without anyone passing out in the bathroom. Jim hadn't told
Sebastian that he had been talking to Eoin recently, and he didn't really plan
to either. He figured the man might get jealous and make him stop, or worse...
He was't wearing his usual suit, opting for a more casual look. They weren't
going anywhere fancy after all. Just a flannel shirt and some black jeans, a
simple white shirt with one of the bands Sebastian liked printed on it. He'd
also opted for a beanie, since he couldn't gel his hair back. He'd look strange
if he had. He felt uncomfortable but figured once he'd met up with his friend,
he'd feel a lot better.
He smiled as he walked to the end of the road and found Eoin waiting at the bus
stop. They'd agreed to meet there since it was easy for them to get to. He was
staying with Ewan so he only had to go a few stop before he got to their
meeting place.
The second the man saw him he ran over, pulling him into a tight hug. "Hey,
Jimmy!" He grinned, lifting him off the ground a little.
James laughed and held onto him to keep from falling, "Hello!" He nodded once
he was safely on the ground again. Eoin was wearing a long shirt with the image
of a wolf on it, tight black jeans and some boots. He looked good and reminded
Jim of the sniper he had left at home.
Eoin threw an arm around his shoulders, as they walked over to the bus stop
he'd previously been leaning on. "How are ya feelin'?" He asked, a sense of
concern laced in his voice, "You look exhausted."
The smaller man shrugged as he put his hands in his pockets. "I'm alright. Just
don't feel right leaving Sebastian." He mumbled. He felt comfortable with Eoin.
They'd gotten to know each other quite well since they' done out, and he
trusted the man with his life. There were things he had told Eoin that even
Richard and Sebastian didn't know yet. Eoin had done the same with Jim though.
He couldn't help but love the Irishman. He was adorable, and sweet and Eoin
felt good around him. He could be himself. He could do that with his other
friends too, but he felt like Jim understood him better. Therefore, he had
agreed to keep their friendship secret for now. He knew Sebastian would get
jealous. He was protective of his boyfriends, and Eoin didn't want to cause
problems between them.
"So, have you ever been to this place?" He asked Jim as they waited for the
bus, deciding it was best to change the subject. Jim shook his head, leaning
against Eoin a little. He liked the feeling of having someone close, of someone
holding him. "Well it'll be an experience for you." He smiled, noticing how the
man had started to get closer.
Jim hummed and took his hand from his pockets, the few coins for bus fare in
hand. It was very common for him to use public transport so he didn't have an
Oyster card. So he had to pay for buses and trains if he did decide to use
them. Thankfully, he could get a taxi home, or walk.
As the bus pulled up, the two men paid the fare and sat together at the back.
They weren't going far, but they preferred to be out the way of other people.
Jim smiled as he sat beside his friend, who was currently telling him an old
story about how he and Sebastian had met. He spoke quickly, talking with his
hands and his eyes lighting up with each word.
"So yeah. He thought I was a prostitute, and a woman. But maybe that was my
fault for wearing a short denim skirt."
The criminal couldn't help but laugh and shake his head, the thought of his
sniper trying to flirt with Eoin was amusing.
"He'll kill me if he finds out you told me that story." He laughed and looked
up at him with his large doe eyes. "Though I'm pretty sure he probably thought
that about me when we met too."
Eoin smiled and nodded, urging him to continue. Jim knew he couldn't tell the
complete truth, but he could tell him most of what happened.
"I was drunk, and had gotten into an argument with some guy in an alley way.
The guy tried to throw money at me to go away, and Sebastian saw just as he was
about punch me. Came and sorted things out, and told me to 'keep safe'." He
mumbled and leaned against the man as an older woman sat near them.
He wasn't so much nervous about being around others, he just didn't want to be
too close to anyone he didn't know. "What would you have done if he hadn't got
there? A little thing like you! You'd have been killed!" Eoin spoke quickly,
his voice full of concern.
"Not as weak as I look." He smirked, causing Eoin to laugh and shake his head.
"I don't believe you, I could snap you with my little finger." He teased,
glancing out the window to check they hadn't missed their stop. "Come on, we're
getting off here. You can show me how tough you are when you carry me home
tonight."
He smiled and pulled the criminal up, taking his hand as he lead him off the
bus. Jim couldn't help but feel overly happy as he held Eoin's hand.
He knew he loved Sebastian, but the man was amazing. He hadn't felt this happy
around someone who wasn't Sebastian, since Sherrinford. Which caused him to
panic a little as he pulled his hand away.
Eoin didn't mention it though. He just looked back at him and smiled. "Come on,
round this corner. There's a horror film playing today, if you're into that?"
"I love horror films!" He grinned, relaxing again as he walked beside him.
"Let's see it!"
He grinned and nodded, "I'll pay for the film and sweets, you pay for dinner,
and I'll buy the first round of drinks, alright?"
"Sounds good to me." He nodded and took his hand, pulling him into the theatre.
It felt strange being there with someone who wasn't Seb. It seemed like a bit
of a date, and he felt like if he told Sebastian he'd probably grow jealous. He
would probably get jealous if Sebastian had gone out with someone like this.
Though in that moment he didn't care. He had a friend. Friends go to the
cinema. Friends go to dinner and to get a drink. Friends hugs and hold hands.
So in his mind this was normal.
"Okay two tickets for the Stephen King film. Hope you're not scared of clowns,
because you will be at the end of this." Eoin grinned, as he returned from the
ticket stand.
Jim smiled and shook his head, following him to buy some popcorn. They decided
to get two, one butter and one toffee, since they couldn't decide which flavour
they wanted.
"I'm glad you agreed to come with me," Eoin smiled, leading the way to the
theatre room. "I quite like having another Irish man to talk to. Plus it's nice
having a friend who wasn't in the army."
The smaller man nodded and threw a piece of popcorn at him, "I think it's nice
just having someone who isn't Sebastian..." He mumbled quietly.
Eoin smiled at him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder's again, as they made
their way to their seat. They were near the centre of the room, and there
wasn't really any one near them, thankfully. He was also pretty glad that Eoin
wasn't someone who spoke through out the movie, though he did make a few small
jokes when he saw Jim was getting a little uncomfortable.
---
The movie was decent thankfully, and although they got a few strange and
offensive looks as they cuddled up together, they had fun. Dinner was great
too, making small talk about their life. Though as they got to the pub, they
realised they had probably made a big mistake, as there was Sebastian and
Severin, sat at the bar.
They swallowed and turned to try and leave without them noticing when Sebastian
saw them. "James?" He spoke over the music and quiet chatter of people. "Eoin?
What are you...?" He trailed off this time, as the two Irishmen walked over to
him, a wide grin on their faces.
"Hey, Sebby!" He smiled and kissed him, "What are you doing here? Thought you
didn't drink at Irish bars?"
The sniper shrugged and wrapped an arm around his waist, the criminal's arms
going around his neck. "We needed something a little stronger today. What are
you doing here... With Eoin?"
The taller man smiled, and placed his hands on Jim's shoulders. "I've been
working on getting James to enjoy life with other people." He laughed, and
Sebastian could feel a twang of jealousy shoot through him.
Jim was smiling though, and that's what mattered. Jim was happy. He was having
fun. He had a friend. So Sebastian would stay quiet. He gently kissed Jim's
neck and Severin smiled at them, before he was dragged away by Eoin to play a
game of pool, leaving Jim and Sebastian on their own.
"So what have you two done today?" The blond asked, once he'd gotten them both
a drink.
James smiled and picked up his pint, "We saw that new clown film and got
something to eat." He mumbled as he sipped the drink. He didn't want to drink
too much since Sebastian was here, so he decided he would just drink slowly.
Sebastian nodded, the jealousy only getting worse. It sounded like a date to
him, and he knew how Eoin and James could be when it came with sleeping around.
He had witnessed them both bringing home different whores numerous times. There
was one time he saw Jim come home with three guys!
Sebastian didn't say anything though, and just downed his drink. "Good to see
you're having fun." He mumbled, and kissed his cheek.
---
Two hours passed, and Jim was drunk. Severin had gone home an hour ago.
Sebastian was sat on the table laughing at God knows what, and Eoin was forcing
Jim to dance with him. Sebastian had slowly become less jealous of the two.
Though it could have been to do with the amount of alcohol he had consumed.
They needed to head home soon, before they were too drunk to remember where
they lived, but they were enjoying their night out.
Sebastian got up from the table, stumbling over to the two Irish men, and
wrapped his arms around Jim's waist. "Hey, Jimmy." He whispered and kissed his
ear. Jim smiled and looked back at him, his eyes lighting up. Sebastian had
nerve seen him so happy, and it really helped him to ignore the sadness he had
been feeling all day. "We should be heading home, it's getting late."
He pouted and shook his head, "But Seb!" He whined and turned to face him.
"Will you read to me if we leave?" He asked softly and leaned his head against
his chest.
"Of course I will, Jimmy. Let's get a cab, yeah? We'll drop Eoin off on our
way." He smiled and picked him up.
Eoin followed behind as they left the pub, and held the door open for
Sebastian. Jim tended to get tied when he drank too much, and Sebastian could
already see his eyes falling closed.
Eoin sat beside Jim who was between them, and smiled. "You've found yourself a
good one, Seb. Keep this one." He laughed, and wrapped an arm around Jim's
shoulders. "Otherwise I'll happily take him off your hands." He teased and
Sebastian shook his head.
"I'll never give this one up, he's mine for good." He smiled proudly. Eoin
nodded, he felt happy for his friend, though a little jealous. He had grown
fond of his Irish friend. "I'm glad you're friends with him though, Eoin. He's
been alone for so long... It's good he has someone else to talk to."
Jim groaned and hit them both gently, obviously getting agitated as he tried to
get to sleep. "Sorry, kitten." He whispered and kissed his head.
They soon stopped outside Ewan's house and Eoin said good night to Sebastian,
before hugging Jim. "I'll see you soon, Jim." He smiled, when Jim suddenly
kissed him. Sebastian watched, tears forming in his eyes but kept them hidden.
"Good night, Eoin..." He mumbled and curled up into Sebastian's side. Eoin
looked up at Seb, still slightly shocked, but quickly left the cab and ran into
Ewan's.
Sebastian stared at the criminal, wide blue eyes full of heartbreak. Jim seemed
oblivious though as he slowly drifted off. They had been together less than a
month, and Sebastian figured it was already over... He was about to lose Jim.
Chapter End Notes
     Just a quick filler chapter to introduce you guys to Eoin properly,
     he's going to become an important part of the story soon!
***** Heartbroken *****
The first week, Sebastian didn't speak to him. It wasn't really unusual for
them not to talk much throughout the day, especially when Jim had a busy week.
However, when he started to wake up alone he knew something was wrong. And when
Sebastian stopped making him dinner, he knew he had done something wrong.
During the second week, Sebastian started to sleeping in his own room again. He
refused to sit on the couch with Jim and he started to go out until late. He'd
usually be at the pub, and when Jim had tried to join him, he had gotten up and
left. He didn't see him for two days. 
The third week, Jim didn't see him at all. He didn't answer his phone. He
didn't reply to his texts. The only information he got was a message to say the
job was done when he sent him on a hit, and even that was only if he asked for
it.
Forth week, Sebastian wasn't even doing his work. He had completely disappeared
from Jim's life. He was going to bed alone, he was crying himself to sleep. He
wasn't even turning up to the office, spending all his time working from home
in his pyjamas.
During the fifth week, Jim moved out. He went to live with Richard. He stayed
in the guest room, and took a few of Sebastian's jumpers, wearing them around
the house. If anyone asked about the man though... Jim would lock himself away.
Richard had tried to listen to see what Jim did when he locked himself away. He
didn't learn anything though. It was silent. As if Jim wasn't even in there.
---
Richard couldn't believe how heartbroken James had become. He watched as his
brother became a sobbing mess of a night, and heard him begging into the phone
to know what he had done. His voice cracking and fading as the messages went
on. 
Sebastian never answered.
His number was disconnected a week later.
Severin watched the criminal crumble, his boss becoming little more than a
shell of a human being. His eyes became more empty, lifeless and dull. He could
see his skin becoming pale again, and his body loosing weight awfully quickly.
He worried the man was going to break just holding his tea cup.
Richard would leave him with Lexi through out the day, allowing Jim to spend
more and more time with her since he wasn't leaving the house. Richard would go
to his auditions, and Severin would do Seb's jobs, before visiting his brother
of an evening. 
Jim helped with Lexi's medication, and played games with her. She was the only
thing that kept him from completely shutting down. He'd still have a vacant
look in his eyes, but he would smile a little and wouldn't dare let Lexi think
he wasn't having fun. 
He forced smiles and laughs, throwing himself into their tea parties. Their
princess games. Their Lego building. He completely lost himself in their games,
a small escape. His own little piece of heaven. 
Which made it all the more worrying, when Richard walked into the house two
weeks after Jim had moved in, and found Lexi on her own. She was asleep on the
couch, which wasn't unusual for the time of day, but Jim was usually next to
her watching tele, or reading.
He walked through to the kitchen, wondering if Jim had gone to make some tea.
When he saw he wasn't there he got more worried. He wandered back into the
living room and kissed Lexi's forehead. 
He ran a hand through his hair before heading upstairs. Jim wouldn't have left
Lexi alone, and there was no evidence of  a break in. 
He sighed as he checked Jim's room to find it empty, and his own. He even
checked Lexi's just to be sure. He didn't want to call out to him in case he
woke Lexi and he wasn't risking that. It was rare for her to sleep, and he
would not wake her up if he could help it. 
He gritted his teeth as he found each room empty, anger boilin up in his
stomach. How could Jim just leave her!? Leave his niece and disappear! His sick
niece! 
He groaned and decided to head back downstairs when he heard Jim's phone go
off... In the bathroom? He walked over and knocked on the door, calling his
name. No answer. He called again, only to be met by more silence. 
He sighed and carefully opened the door, to a scene straight out of a horror
film. 
Jim was lying in the bathroom, covered in his own blood and vomit. Razors and
pills covered the floor, with the shower switched on and pouring down on Jim's
fully clothed body. The floor of the shower was bright red, a few areas
bubbling and foaming as the pills reacted, and he could see a few razors laying
around. 
Richard bit back a scream and began to panic, unsure of what to do. He shut the
door, locking it from inside, not wanting to risk Lexi seeing the mess.
He phoned an ambulance and quickly got to work, trying to stop the bleeding.
Jim was barely concious, his head falling on his right shoulder, shallow
breaths causing his chest to rise and fall. James' eyes were dull and empty,
and he could just about make out the tear stains.
"What have you done..." he whispered, and kissed his forehead, "Stay with me,
Jimmy. I can't lose you right now. Stay with me." 
He frantically searched for the first aid kit, a few toiletries falling onto
the ground. He kicked the items out of the way and fell to his knees beside
Jim. "Stay with me, Jimmy. I'm going to fix you up." He mumbled, just barely
registering the water burning his skin.
He bandaged his arms as best he could before calling Severin to come and get
Lexi. His heart pounding with fear as he thought about losing his twin. He
wanted to scream and swap places, take the pain away that Jim was feeling. "I
love you, Jimmy... Stay with me."
He didn't care for the mess covering his brother, as he pulled him tight
against his chest. His fingers carding through his hair and twirling gently. As
they sat in the shower, the water still pouring over them, he started to sing
to him. He let his old accent bleed through, as he spoke in Irish.
Jim seemed to respond to the song, tapping his fingers as best he could,
against his brothers knee to create a quiet beat. "Stay with me..." he
whispered when he heard the sirens from outside and got up to unlock the
bathroom door.
He ran downstairs and grabbed Lexi, stopping her from going up and opened the
front door. He directed them to Jim quickly, forgetting about the blood and
vomit covering himself. It wasn't important right now.
When Severin ran in and saw him he almost screamed, thinking something had
happened to Richard. "I'm fine, just get Lexi and go... go to a hotel for the
night... Get her stuff and go, okay Rin? I... The bathrooms a mess, don't go in
there." He spoke quickly, as he saw the paramedics taking Jim out to the
ambulance.
Severin nodded slowly, and Richard ran off to catch up with them, getting in
the ambulance to be driven to the hospital.
James was just barely conscious as they sped through the streets, the
paramedics already working on getting him to breath more regularly. Richard
held his hand tightly, fighting to keep the tears away.
"You can't leave me here, Jimmy. I need you." Richard spoke softly, as he tried
to call Sebastian, each of his phone calls being rejected. He text Severin to
check in on the sniper, but once again got no reply, only causing him to panic
even more.
"Jimmy, I need you to stay awake. Please... We're going to get you patched up."
He mumbled and kissed his hand.
Once at the hospital, Jim was taken away and Richard left in the waiting room.
He sobbed into his hands as he sat in the chair, and paced up and down. His
phone never rang. Sebastian never called back. Neither did Severin.
---
Two hours passed before Eoin was at the hospital. He had been told of what
happened by Sebastian, and immediately made his way back to London. He'd been
in Ireland visiting his family, and when Sebastian had informed him of Jim's
condition and got a flight straight there.
As he ran into the hospital he spotted Richard, and walked over. He stood in
front of him, a little shy suddenly. "Hi? Richard?"
The brunet flinched a little, not realising someone was there, and looked up at
the Irishman. "Hello? Do I know you?"
"No... Sorry... I'm Eoin, a friend of Jim's. Sebastian told me what happened.
Is he okay?"
The actor shook his head as tears fell down his face. "He's still being
treated. He's falling apart though..." He whispered, pushing the palms of his
hands into his eyes. This isn't what he needed right now.
"I'm sorry. It's my fault..." he sighed and sat down in the plastic chair.
Richard looked at him, peering out behind his hands, and raised an eyebrow.
"He... We went out for the day. Got drunk... He kissed me... and I think
Sebastian got mad about it."
"Mad? Look at what's happened!!!" He snapped before shaking his head. "Sorry...
I'm sorry... I don't mean to snap."
"No, it's okay. You're going through a lot." He sighed and flashed a small
smile at him.
Richard stared at the floor, hugging his waist. He felt sick with worry. He
wanted to scream and demand andwers. He wanted to both strangle and hug Jim for
worrying him, and being so stupid to think Richard was letting him go.
He quietly began to sob, his shoulders shaking and his heart pounding. He
gasped for air between broken sobs and ran his hands through his hair. His eyes
burned from the tears leaving glistening tracks down his cheeks.
He couldn't lose Jim. Not over this. Not over something so stupid! Something
they could fix easily. He knew he was being selfish, but this was his brother,
and he would not allow him to die like this. Not now. Not when he needed him.
When a doctor finally came over, Eoin jumped up and demanded answers, leaving
Richard to cry.
"Mr. Moriarty is stable. He's doing well, and is awake. We're going to put him
on some medication and we'll need to keep an eye on him for a little while. We
do believe he's at risk to try again, and we would like to try and-"
"That won't be nessercery. We'll be taking him home at the end of the week."
Richard spat, not daring to look up at him. He knew he would start crying again
and not be able to get his words out if he did.
"Sir we-"
"He's coming home!" He snapped again and stood up, making his way towards his
twins room. The usual room he would get when he was hospitalised.
Eoin ran to catch up, and grabbed the younger twins wrist, pulling him into a
tight hug. "It's okay, Richard. Calm down. Don't go in there feeling like
this." He whispered, running his fingers through his dark hair and twirling it
gently.
Richard nodded and took several deep breaths. His cheeks still stained from
tears and his heart felt like it was ripping in two. "I'll be okay..." he
whispered, slowly moving away from him, getting closer to the door.
***** Reasons To Hurt *****
Chapter Summary
     Jim admits to the struggles he's going through.
Eoin and Richard slowly made their way to Jim's room, their fingers laced
together to show support for one another as Eoin knocked quietly. He didn't
want to startle Jim and they weren't sure what state he would be in when they
entered the room. They could hear the quiet beeps from the heart monitor as
they took a deep breath. 
Opening the door was the hardest part, afraid to see Jim half dead as they
walked in, but they were pleasantly surprised to see he looked a lot better...
Or at least not as bad as he had when Richard found him. There was no blood or
vomit on him and he looked a little less pale. His eyes looked empty though,
and he seemed not to notice they had even walked in. Richard figured it was
probably due to the medication they had put him on, but it still scared him. 
They two Irishmen walked over and sat on the bed, which caused Jim to startle a
little. Richard didn't say anything as Eoin pulled him into a hug and kissed
his forehead. "You scared us, Jimmy... Don't ever do that again..." He
whispered, his voice breaking as he tried to remain calm and not break down in
tears. James was his friend and it hurt him to see him so upset, especially
since he was blaming himself for all of this. 
Richard pulled him into a hug next and sobbed into his neck, unable to stop
himself. "Why would you do this? I need you... You can't leave me!" He cried,
and Jim felt his heart drop as he heard his brother's words. He had never
really thought his brother needed him. He always thought that he was the
perfect twin who had the family and the job and the perfect life. So those
words really made him rethink what he had done, but no matter how much he told
himself that Richard needed him, he just couldn't bring himself to regret his
actions. 
Jim looked towards Eoin who looked just as heartbroken as Richard did and he
couldn't help but think about Seb. The man who was supposed to love him, and
care about him. Who was supposed to protect him. WHO WASN'T AT HIS SIDE. He
swallowed as Richard pulled away from him, and he wanted to cry at the thought
that Sebastian really didn't care about him anymore. That he had done
something, and Sebastian now hated him for it. So much he was okay with Jim
killing himself. 
He took a deep breath as he looked down at his hands. His throat felt awful
after being made to throw up the pills, and his arms were in a lot of pain, but
he wasn't allowed too much of the painkillers after his attempt. "I'm sorry."
He whispered as he sat there, feeling like a naughty child who had just  been
yelled at for pulling his brother's hair. "I just wanted the pain to stop..." 
Both Richard and Eoin lay down on the bed with him after that, their arms
wrapped around him in a protective hug, refusing to let go of him for anything.
"Talk to us, Jimmy... We can't help you if you don't talk to us." Eoin
whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. He needed Sebastian right now,
Eoin knew that, but he also knew the colonel wasn't coming, and James
desperately needed affection of any kind.
"My head..." Jim blurted out, and they both looked at him, waiting for him to
continue. He waited for a little while until he finally spoke up again. "It's
loud... It's like all these thoughts swirl around all day, and they don't
stop... They just get louder and talk over each other, and interrupt and
change, and they never stop. They tell me how I need to run my network, how to
deduce people, how to solve a problem, how to do everything and anything. But
they tell me all at once, and it hurts..." He whimpered softly as he choked
back sobs, and Eoin felt his heart break once again. 
He knew Jim had problems with his mind, that he sometimes got so lost that he
had to be physically brought back to the real world. He knew that his head was
something he had a lot of difficulty not listening to as well, which sometimes
made him insecure and overthink the simplest of things. He didn't really know
how to respond though, and so he remained silent, just offering his support
with a tighter hug as he rested his head on his shoulder. 
Richard on the other hand, knew exactly what to say. "I'm always here for you,
Jimmy... I'll do everything I can to keep your head quiet." He whispered, and
Jim felt his heart swell at the thought of his brother offering to help, though
he knew the only person who could really keep it quiet, was the one person not
here. 
"Thank you..." He whispered back to him, and kissed his cheek gently. He felt
tears prick his eyes and he blanked them away quickly before he decided to tell
them what had happened. 
He took a deep breath and Richard rested his head on Jim's chest, listening to
his heart beat and reassuring himself he hadn't lost his brother. "I... I had
been planning this for a long time..." He choked up a little and cleared his
throat, shaking his head as Eoin went to speak. "A lot has happened over the
years and I always said that I was going to do it... But every time I wanted
to, something stopped me. At first it was the thought of Rich becoming my
father's... yeah... Then it was the thought of Richard getting blamed for the
things I had done... Then it was ma's death and I had to stick around... Then
Lexi... Then Seb... Something always stopped me...
"But I... I couldn't do it anymore... Seb doesn't care about me, and... Well I
didn't think Rich needed me anymore... And Eoin... I just didn't think you
would care... I waited until I knew Lexi wouldn't wake up, and I knew you would
find me... I just didn't think I'd still be alive when you did... I just didn't
want her to see the mess..." James admitted, and both men started to cry as
they listened to him speak.  
Eoin was the first to say something this time, pressing a kiss to his shoulder
first. "You're one of my closest friends, Jim. Of course I'd care... I do
care... You mean a lot to me." He  sighed, placing a hand on his cheek as he
pressed their foreheads together and looked into his eyes. "It doesn't matter
how long I've known you, I care. I really do care."
"And I never want to see that again... I've looked after you for years, Jimmy,
I'm not going to stop because I started my own family. You're still my brother.
I still care. I always will." Richard smiled softly, more to make Jim feel
better than anything. 
It was James' turn to cry now, and bit his lip as he looked down. "I'm so
sorry... I was being stupid." 
Both of them looked at him and nodded, knowing that Jim didn't use that word
about himself so he must have meant it. They all fell into a comfortable
silence as they held each other and comforted each other, until Jim eventually
fell asleep, cuddled up between them both. He was fairly comfortable between
them, and actually felt safe for the first time since Sebastian had left
him... 
---
Colonel Moran on the other hand was doing well... Or at least pretending to
himself that he was. He hadn't really expected James to leave him, and the
house felt too big. Too empty. He wanted to scream and yell, and destroy
everything that reminded him of the Irishman that once lived there, but he knew
if he ever did come back that he would not be happy. 
He had started drinking again, and his addiction came back after only a week of
being alone. He knew it was his fault that Jim had left. He could have just
spoken to him, and sorted everything out simply. He just didn't want to. He
wanted James to suffer what he had done to Sebastian. He spent his nights on
the floor with a needle in his arm, covered in his own vomit from spending all
day drinking. He was a mess, and no one seemed to care about him... Or at least
that was how it felt. 
It was Severin who informed him of Jim's situation, and it only made him more
angry at himself. He had caused this. He should have spoken to him! He figured
that Jim wouldn't want to see him, so he had called Eoin and told him of his
current state. Eoin had yelled at him when Sebastian said he wouldn't be
visiting him. He called him all sorts of names, and really hurt Seb, but he
knew he deserved it. He had caused this. 
---
It took two days for him to work up the courage to go and see Jim. He had
waited until late, after visiting hours, so he knew he would alone, and
hopefully sleeping. He just wanted to check he was alive. He was safe. He
wanted to be sure he was breathing and that he wasn't too hurt. Though he knew
that wouldn't do him much good.  
The room was dark as he walked in, silently making his way to the chair beside
the bed. Jim looked peaceful as he slept, his arms above the covers, with clean
bandages covering most of his forearms. He looked beautiful in the moonlight,
and Sebastian remembered that first night they spent together. He swallowed
hard as he saw back in the chair, watching as his chest slowly moved each time
he took a breath. He loved the way his eyelashes fluttered slightly every so
often, and the way his lips parted slightly. His raven hair covered the white
pillows and reminded Seb of ink spilled on a canvas. 
He hesitantly reached out, gently taking Jim's hand in his own and pressed a
kiss to each of the knuckles. The heart monitor kept him calm as he focused on
the quiet beeping, reminding him that Jim was indeed alive, despite how he
looked. His pale skin and shrunken features. He obviously hadn't been looking
after himself before all of this, and Sebastian felt sick with the guilt that
he had done this to his beloved kitten. He kissed his hand again and breathed
slowly, moving to lye behind him. 
He wrapped his arm around Jim's waist, pulling him into his chest, and pressed
a kiss to the back of his neck. "I'm so sorry, kitten. I failed you." He
whispered, as he felt him stir. He saw his eyelashes flutter a little more as
he gentle moan escaped his lips, and his eyes slowly opened, the dark orbs
reflecting in the dim light. 
"Seb?" He whispered feeling a warm body pressed against him. The sniper nodded
and kissed his shoulder as he pulled closer again. "You came..." He choked out
and relaxed against him once again, and Sebastian thought he had possibly
fallen asleep again with how quiet he became, both of them just lying in a
comfortable silence and enjoying each other's company. 
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