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Sebastian kneels down to pick the lock to Jim’s apartment.He is bloodied and bruised after this job and just wants to go to sleep. Jim’s apartment is much closer but these little training exercises are making the longer walk to his apartment look more and more appealing every time. Jim changes the lock every day to make sure Sebastian has an ‘adequate range’ of lockpicking skills, although something tells him that he just likes to play hard to get.The door clicks open and just as he manages to stand up to enter the apartment, something hits him, hard. His senses kick in and he punches back at the intruder and goes to kick his kneecap in before seeing that it is in fact, Jim.Seb pauses for a second to stare at him, “What the fuck?”Jim smirks and grabs his hips to bring him closer, pulling a little rougher than usual to compensate for Seb’s reluctance.Sebastian keeps his arms crossed and doesn’t outwardly respond to Jim’s touches, though feeling fingers dig into his flesh sets him on fire.Jim speaks in his usual lyrical tone as he takes his jacket and tie off, “Come on, Tiger, I’m in the mood to play.” He does an exaggerated pout and blinks through his eyelashes at Sebastian.Seb’s cheekbone hurt. He could see a bruise forming on Jim’s brow bone, though he didn’t seem to feel it. Sebastian thinks it’s generally best not to try and estimate what it is that Jim may or may not be feeling.“I’m tired, I’m hurt, I want to go to fucking bed.”Sebastian turns to leave but is met with Jim’s nails clawing into his side, “Oh Tiger, I don’t think so.”Sebastian’s breath quickens, he wants to fight the pain, to stand up to him, but something inside of him melts at the sensation.Jim undoes the top few buttons of his shirt, leaving his chest almost exposed, “Come.”Seb finds himself standing to attention, like a good little soldier. He almost hates how easy it is for Jim to handle him. Almost.Jim grabs his hand and pulls him into the bedroom.James Moriarty may not physically match up to the legend, but he is still stronger than he looks. He tries to avoid using brute force for the most part - aware that his physical prowess alone cannot match most of those around him - however when it comes to Sebastian he almost can’t seem to hold himself back.Besides, it’s a fun way to practise old skills.As Sebastian kicks off his shoes and begins to undo his belt, Jim pounces on him like a cat and tackles him onto the bed.He holds Seb’s wrists down while positioned above him, inspecting his face and plotting.Jim pulls the belt from Sebastian’s trousers and places it next to him, then begins to slide his hands up the muscular torso, pulling the fabric of his shirt upwards.Once he’s pulled the shirt over Seb’s head, Jim begins running his fingers over his exposed nipples. Sebastian shudders at the sensation and his nipples grow hard as the soft fingertips run back and forth across them.Jim leans down and swipes his tongue lightly across one nipple, while he continues massaging the other with his fingers. He tunes into Seb’s breathing, listening for slight changes, and basking in the ease with which he can manipulate his physical response.He begins sucking, bobbing his head just slightly to tug on the nipple and placing his other hand on Sebastian’s inner thigh to feel the way his body trembles. He pulls harder with his mouth, lightly pressing his teeth in to elevate the pleasure.He lays kisses as he snakes his way back down to Seb’s crotch, each one getting more aggressive until he’s sucking bruises into his hip bone. Sebastian can’t help but moan at the sensation, excited to see his body in the mirror tomorrow and try to distinguish between the injuries from the job and the ones from Jim.Jim focuses on Seb's trousers, making a show of how slowly he can unbutton them and wrap his fingers through the belt loops and around the hem of his underwear; he licks his lips as he inches them down excruciatingly slowly. Sebastian begins circling his hips before they are even uncovered, his cock already hard from Jim’s tongue on his nipples and only made worse by the torturous pace.As his cock is uncovered, Sebastian instinctively reaches to touch himself but is met with Jim’s hand wrapped around his wrist, holding it in place with a bruising grip.Jim shakes his head and tuts, “Not yet, darling. Wait until I give you permission.”“And when you inevitably don’t give me permission?”“Well, we’ll just have to see what a good little Tiger you are for me.”Sebastian feels his own heart rate jump, and takes a breath to steady himself.Jim lets go of his hand and reaches to run his fingers faintly down Sebastian’s cock. He leans over and flicks his tongue over the head and Sebastian’s hips begin trembling.Slowly, he glides every inch of Sebastian’s thick cock into his mouth, staring with his deceptive eyes, betraying nothing, as he does so.Jim focuses on the feeling of his cock in his mouth, the way it fits around his tongue, how it feels pressing against the back of his throat. He holds it in place for a few seconds, resting his nose against Seb’s rough skin until the poor thing is desperately pushing his hips up to try and get some more sensation.He whines like a lost puppy, “Fucking do something!”Jim pulls his mouth off of Sebastian’s urging cock and stares at him.“Patience is a virtue, Tiger. I won’t be rushed.”“Well, do you think you could be gently nudged in the right direction?” Sebastian asks, exaggeratedly blinking through his eyelashes and still bucking his hips.Jim lowers himself back down, arching his back like a cat, and Seb closes his eyes as he tongues the head of his cock.Suddenly he feels a sharp pain as Jim slaps across his balls and lifts his tongue away. Seb cries out, then looks down to Jim, smiles, and licks his lips.“You’re such a fucking cock-tease.”“You love it.”Jim takes a second to admire Sebastian’s battered body; he moves his fingers across the scars on his hips, observing how the bruises form differently on his scar tissue. There’s an old gunshot wound on the edge of his hip, just above the thigh, and he lays a single gentle kiss onto it.He places his lips on Seb’s cock again and takes the whole thing without hesitation.Sebastian groans from the back of his throat as he feels his cock pushing against the back of Jim’s.Jim holds himself deceptively still while he stares up at Sebastian with a mockingly innocent expression. After a few seconds he pulls away, once again leaving his little pet looking pathetically unsatisfied.Still reflexively bucking into nothing, Sebastian begins whining, “Please?”After a few more pitiful thrusts, Jim moves and begins sucking on the tip of his cock. He locks his tongue flat against it, increasing pressure with every sucking motion. Sebastian throws his head back at the initial satisfaction, the pleasure he was finally able to experience hitting him fast and hard.Jim knows exactly where to centre the pressure of his tongue to elicit the most intense response; the almighty Moriarty, mind always tuned into everything - and everyone - around him.Only after a short while does Sebastian realise. It hits him too quickly. His cock is so sensitive and Jim only sucks harder and longer on it. He can’t get respite. He needs a break. He needs it to stop.While his mouth remains wrapped around Sebastian’s cock, Jim looks up at him, his devious eyes betraying a calculated attempt to overstimulate him.He’s already been sucking on this desperately delicate part of his cock for a long time. He won’t let up. Won’t let Sebastian have his respite. It’s too fucking much.“Fuck… Fuck…” he feels his body move out of his control as he throws himself around the bed in an attempt to break the stimulation.“Fuck… stop… stop!”“What’s the magic word, darling?”“Fuck… please fucking stop… this is torture!”Jim pulls away from him.“You of all people should know that this is hardly torture, my dear.”Sebastian cocks his head knowingly, “And yet that seemed to be what you were aiming for.”“It’s just such a pretty thing, Tiger,” he daintily runs his fingers down the length again, “and you should know well enough by now that I like torturing pretty things.”He sucks on the head of his cock again, hard. Watching Sebastian through his eyelashes, Jim luxuriates in the feeling of his little pet’s body spasming underneath him with the overstimulation. As he continues to torture him without even a pause to take a breath, something animalistic comes out of Sebastian, and he makes noises he knows only Jim can force out of him. The sounds fill the room like he could breathe them in, and then it stops.Jim crawls back up to look Seb in the eyes, peppering kisses up his stomach and leaving bruises on his chest and neck. His arms slide up the side of Seb’s torso, pushing his arms above his head before their eyes finally meet. Jim leans in to kiss his Tiger, softly and gently, their lips barely grazing. It catches Sebastian off guard as he flinches at the movement.As they melt into each other a little more and their tongues begin to tangle together, Seb hears a click as a pair of handcuffs are sealed around his wrists.Sebastian bites his lip, “I knew you were planning something.”“Of course you did.”He looks up to see his wrists are tied together to the bed, “You should know by now that unless you’ve reinforced the bedposts, I can break out of these very easily.”“I have. Besides, I’m only really using them to try and keep you still.”“And what is it I need to be still for?”Jim walks out of the room, carefully folding the cuffs of his shirt up to his elbows, and shouts from the kitchen, “I’m out of practice.”Seb’s brow scrunches, “Out of practice with what?”Jim returns brandishing a large kitchen knife.“Ah,” both Sebastian’s eagerness and pulse increase, “that.”“Scared, Tiger?”“Of you? Always.”“Always?”“And never.”“That’s what I like to hear.”Jim crawls on top of Seb again, planting himself across his hips, rubbing his crotch lightly against the hardened cock beneath him. He pulls a blindfold from seemingly nowhere and begins fastening it to his plaything.Sebastian takes a sharp intake of breath when he sees it, “You know I don’t like blindfolds.”“Of course,” he kisses and sucks bruises down Sebastian’s face and neck, feeling his pulsating veins beneath him, “but I thought you would try it again; since I’m asking so nicely.”Sebastian concentrates on his breathing, he’s survived worse than this from Jim before, “Fine.”Jim runs the blade of the knife, softly, against Sebastian’s chest, not leaving a single mark. He revels in his actions as his pet inadvertently trembles at the sensation, cock twitching.“Stay still, little one, we don’t want you to get hurt.”“I’m not convinced.”He continues to run the knife gently across the skin, starting from his chest and moving outwards, agonisingly slow.Sebastian smiles as he feels the blade press a little harder against him, not enough to break the skin, yet his breaths become shallower and his attempt to remain still begins to crack.Jim tilts his head as he leaves red lines across Seb’s skin, drawing patterns, making connections. Thinking, always thinking.Sebastian tries to lean into the feeling a little more, to hold his body still as he focuses on the sensation tormenting every nerve ending.Then suddenly his concentration is wracked by a single slash down the centre of his chest.A guttural sound of pain is forced out of him, and his sudden pull on the handcuffs breaks the skin on both of his soon to be very bruised wrists.“What the fuck?!”“How does that feel, Tiger?”“Like you just fucking cut my chest open with a fucking kitchen knife!”“But how does it feel?”Sebastian pauses, takes a second to take everything in, “...It hurts.”Jim sighs and rolls his eyes, “And?”Sebastian wishes he could look at Jim, see what he’s done to him, but feeling his cock painfully hard forces him to calm down and answer with a sigh, “And… it’s interesting. I don’t hate it.”Jim smirks, “It’s a line I like to walk, darling.”Sebastian feels himself flinch as Jim readjusts his position.He trusts Jim, he really does. Or maybe he doesn’t. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been stabbed, not even the first time during sex, and as much as he likes to think he’s special to the all powerful Moriarty, even Sebastian has to admit that he will never understand what goes on inside that man - that thing’s - head.He can feel Jim lowering himself and knows he’s about to get his cock sucked again, something to reward him for getting used as autopsy practice.Jim’s mouth wraps around the tip of his cock, sucking the precum from him, but as soon as his mouth is there it’s gone again.Sebastian whines for him to keep going, thighs trembling underneath him.He can still feel Jim moving and braces himself to be opened up again, but instead senses Jim’s tongue on his abdomen. He glides it up the incision, slowly gathering up the blood still pooling on Sebastian’s torso, and licks his lips.He then crawls up to meet Sebastian and gently kisses him. Although Sebastian expected it, the metallic taste sends shudders through his body and into his cock, and he grows more desperate with every taste of Jim’s tongue.As Jim returns back, he sucks bruises along the cut, causing Sebastian to grit his teeth and arch his back up, and allowing himself to continue with the metal overwhelming his taste buds. Jim wraps his bloodied mouth around Seb’s cock once more, no longer teasing.He swallows the whole thing with ease, ramming the cock into the back of his throat and feeling Sebastian’s desperation take over as he thrusts into him with all the force he can raise.He continues taking every inch, moving fast, focusing on hitting the perfect angle for Seb’s cock to slide down his throat. It fills his mouth, forcing his jaw to widen as he speeds up.Jim revels in the feeling of the head slamming into and down the back of his throat, not leaving him space to breathe. He tries to push it deeper down, to restrict his airway further, but ends up obstructed by his own face already pressing hard into Seb’s skin.Sebastian’s mind is a blur. All he knows is that he needs more. He forces himself inside Jim harder and faster, his cock pulsing in time with the heart fighting its way out of his chest.Jim plants his hands on Sebastian’s bruised hips to hold him down and he fights against the pathetic attempts to escape with only a little difficulty. Sharp and perceptive as ever, Jim can feel the exact moment it all starts to hit his little pet.“I’m… I’m gonna cum…”Sebastian can barely breathe.Jim swiftly pulls his mouth away and sits delicately between Sebastian’s spread legs.“No!” his hips are moving like an animal’s, his breathing erratic, “Please!”Jim sits perfectly still, calm, smiling like a triumphed beast, “No.”“Please!”“No.”“Please… Please…” Sebastian moans like he’s begging for his life, “I need to… Please… I need to…”Sebastian suddenly feels Jim’s hands wrap tightly around his throat, “I don’t fucking care what you need, my dear. You are here to entertain me, nothing more.”Sebastian feels his hips continue bucking into nothing as his head feels like it’s going to explode with the pressure. Only as he begins to feel his hearing become distorted does Jim finally let off.His breath comes back to him too hard and he feels like he’s going to pass out. Despite the blindfold, he feels everything spinning and can’t fucking think.He is hit with a bright light far too suddenly, and as he is about to fall unconscious, he is brought back with a sharp slap on his cheekbone, exactly where Jim bruised it earlier.“Don’t think you’re getting out of this that easily, Tiger. I haven’t finished with you yet.”Seb can barely string two words together, his mind buzzing like static.He looks up to see his tyrannical employer hanging above him, studying his face like it’s a puzzle to be solved. When he looks at him like this, sometimes Seb thinks he’s planning his execution, or some elaborate torture. He trusts Jim for the most part, but there’s always something inside him screaming that he shouldn’t.It’s times like this he wishes he’d listened.Jim begins sucking on his nipples again, running his soft hands across Sebastian’s worn, scarred skin, “Come on Tiger. Focus for me. Think.”Or maybe he isn’t as malevolent as he likes to make out.He receives another slap across his swollen cheekbone and he moans at the sensation.No, Sebastian’s instinct never fails.“I know you can hear me now, so listen.”Seb nods in response, looking up at him through his eyelashes as Jim unlocks the handcuffs.“Sit up for me.”With Jim still resting on his crotch, he pushes his tired body up, and as he comes face to face with this man who can make him feel more alive than anyone else, he loses all inhibition, and kisses him.He focuses on the feeling of their tongues tangling together, the remaining metallic taste fading away with each movement. Sebastian grabs the back of Jim’s neck and pulls him closer, and - unexpectedly - receives no resistance.They rest in the comfort of their desperate lips, and the taste of each other blending together. Falling into a rhythm with their tongues, their hips both begin to grind along with it, as they feel their hard cocks rocking against each other.Seb hears something unfamiliar moving behind his head. Instinctively, he grabs the object, then looks at Jim with both frustration and lust. His belt.“Why are you so intent on distracting me to do stuff you know I’ll agree to anyway?”Jim lets out an exaggerated sigh, “Why are you so intent on ruining my fun?” He pulls a fake pout as he drops the belt and pushes forcefully on Seb’s shoulders to lower him down.He kisses and sucks bruises into Sebastian’s neck again, tracing patterns over the older ones to create a collage of reds, purples, and blues; a perfect artistic complement to Seb’s symphony of moans and whimpers as he grows more sensitive and desperate for release.His hips start circling involuntarily and he grows more and more desperate for sensation.He feels Jim pick up the belt this time, but still jumps at the sensation as he wraps it around his neck. With eyes closed, he focuses on the feeling of it tightening, restricting the air only a little to start.Jim picks something up from the floor and hangs it daintily on his finger, “Blindfold?”Seb sighs, “No.”“As you wish, my dear.”Sebastian pauses for a second, thinking, calculating, his eyes flitting between Jim and the bed, “You were never planning on using it, were you?”As cool as ever, Jim puts the blindfold down and arches his back as he leans forward to kiss along Seb’s jawline, “Why do you ask?”Sebastian takes a deep breath as he basks in the gentle pleasure of his lips, “Because,” he is almost distracted and the slight pressure on his airway is making his cock painfully hard, “you don’t generally give me a choice in these matters.”Jim sits up again, “You’re improving, darling.”Sebastian takes slow, deep breaths between each phrase, “So why ask? Or is this just a continuation of all of your other little experiments on me?”“I thought you might appreciate the illusion of control.”“Yes, I feel very in control right now, given that I know I’m being manipulated, thank you.”“No need for the attitude, Tiger.”Jim gently caresses the back of Sebastian’s head, still trying to decode his internal thoughts. Sebastian feels like he’s being violated somehow; this probing into his mind, it’s different to the physical, more intimate.They stare into each other's eyes with curiosity, Sebastian trying desperately to see Jim like he sees him; trying to think, to know, to understand.It’s barely noticeable, but he feels his head getting foggy, it’s harder to concentrate, to decipher this person he knows he should hate, should fear.Sebastian reaches up to touch Jim’s face with his calloused hands, resting on his cheek, delicately running his thumb over the cheekbone. Jim closes his eyes and sinks into the sensation, lightly pushing his face into Sebastian’s hand.After a few seconds, he opens his eyes once more, stares at Sebastian with a smile, and before Seb even has a chance to panic, Jim pulls tightly on the belt around Seb’s neck and holds it firmly in place.The suddenness of the change throws Sebastian off and he’s left instinctively gasping for air that he can’t quite reach.The panic only lasts a second before he begins to enjoy the sensation again and bites his lip while watching Jim’s sadistic smirk.“You should have seen that one coming, Tiger. I think you might be slipping.”“In my defence,” Seb strains through every word, his speech building up the already growing pressure in his temples, “I am significantly lacking in oxygen right now.”“That’s no excuse, darling.”“I’m sure for a fucking robot like you,” his voice constricts further, “it isn’t.” His veins push their way out of him like they’re fighting to escape, “But for real boys…”He is shut up with a sharp slap against his cheek, once again landing exactly where the bruises were already layered on top of each other. Another punch to that area and he’s going to have a broken cheekbone. For a second he can’t breathe at all.“Manners, Tiger. Don’t forget them.”Seb can’t take much more. Something in him is fighting this, something is about to take over.“Now,” Jim tightens the belt around Seb’s neck, “be a good little Tiger, take it like a good whore.”He can’t continue being Jim’s ‘good Tiger’ for long. He needs to fight it, something is going to snap.He feels his hands reach up to Jim and wrap around his neck; some part of him is straining to stop but the animal inside of him needs to fight back at any cost.Jim’s voice strains against the constriction of Seb’s thick fingers around his neck, “Oh Sebastian, you are so cute when you try and fight back.”How does he not feel this, not react to it? Sebastian is not going lightly, even though his mind is fighting against his hands. His head is pounding like it’s fighting to get out of his body.Jim revels in the loss of oxygen, the feeling of his line of sight closing in, the effort it takes to think. It doesn’t often take effort to think anymore.He rolls his head back and closes his eyes, focusing on the sensation.Just before his mind gets clouded, Jim suddenly throws his knee into Sebastian’s crotch and simultaneously lets up on the belt. The hands around his neck fall as Seb lets out a strained cry of pain and pleasure as the oxygen ripples back through his body.Sebastian catches his breath like a laboured animal. Jim breathes slowly and calmly as ever.He can feel Jim’s eyes on him, inspecting him like a little lab rat he’s just poisoned. The ever-analysing mad scientist watches, slowly tilting his head back and forth while he scans him.Jim gently wraps his hands around the thick cock, his wrist limp and fingers only grazing against the skin. He moves up and down, never touching the whole palm to his length at once; teasing.Sebastian tries to lean into the gentleness, to focus on each brush of soft skin against his trembling cock; meditating on the inadequateness of the touch.But he can’t.He hasn’t yet mastered the art of patience (try as Jim might to force it onto him) but he needs something.Jim - ever cognizant of his pet’s thoughts - lifts his hand away, watching playfully while Sebastian returns to pathetically grinding his hips into nothing.“Oh, darling, do you want something?”Sebastian whines in response.“Well, I’m sure we can find some fun way of playing with you, Tiger.”Kneeling between Seb’s legs, Jim runs the palms of his soft hands firmly up and down the inside of his thighs, mind obviously whirring.Just as Sebastian begins to lean into the feeling of his supple hands, Jim slaps him across the balls and quickly manoeuvres his arms to keep Seb’s legs from closing.He tuts, “Don’t fight it, little one. You can take it.”Another firm slap falls across Sebastian, and he cries out whilst still bucking his hips and moaning uncontrollably.“Oh, Tiger, you’re such a good little whore for me.”Jim pinches on one of Seb’s nipples before delivering three sharp slaps in quick succession.Sebastian’s responsiveness makes Jim’s cock twitch, and he rolls his head back to enjoy the chorus.“Harder.” Sebastian moans, his laboured breathing interjecting each word, “I want more.”With one swift punch Jim satisfies his pet’s desperation.Sebastian bites his lip and accidentally draws blood. Like a shark in the water, Jim pulls himself up instinctively and lays a single gentle kiss on the cut, before sucking on his bottom lip and tasting the familiar metallic streak once more.They look at each other in recognition and smile.Sebastian breaks the silent understanding between them, “More.”Jim deftly manoeuvres himself back and punches hard, this time three times in a row, “Is this enough for you, Tiger? Or do you need more, you pathetic little thing?”“Please…” he begs, “I need more…”He smiled and began to laugh, “I was hoping you would say that.”Once again Jim begins skillfully stroking the thick cock in front of him, before he sits up on his knees and throws one into Sebastian’s balls.As Seb shouts out, Jim catches the drips of precum flowing out of him and uses it to lube up his untiring hand as he focuses once again on the tip, ready to overstimulate his already over-sensitive pet.Taking his leaking cock as a sign of enjoyment, Jim knees Sebastian’s crotch again, and feels his own cock twitch at the sound of his Tiger’s cries.Jim continues throwing his knee into Seb’s already rather abused balls while still running his thumb over the tender tip, licking his lips as he listens.He watches as his plaything bursts out in colour with every sound of pain, of pleasure; the world coming alive to him.Looking at Sebastian’s sweating face, eyes screwed together in agony, crying out at nothing, body spasming and cock leaking - this was life, finally, in colour.Jim sits back, cross-legged between Sebastian’s thighs, continuing his skillful massaging of his cock, feeling finally calm.Taking advantage of the likely short-lived respite, and desperate to catch his breath from the pain and pleasure inflicted upon him, Seb uses every last bit of energy to force some sound out, “Please… Please… Now can I cum?”Jim looks to the side and grabs the belt again. Sebastian lifts his head up without needing to be asked and feels the leather slide under his neck.As Jim leverages it tightly around his throat, he lifts Seb’s hand and places it around the metal clasp.“Pull.”Obedient little thing, Sebastian pulls on the belt and feels it constricting his airways.“Tighter.”He feels the pressure in his head building to an almost unbearable peak, and, barely able to take it anymore, he looks up to the almighty Moriarty with tears in his pleading eyes.Jim stares back into his eyes and practically purrs, “Yes, Tiger. Cum for me like a good little whore.”He continues rubbing Sebastian’s cock whilst dealing full force punches in quick succession, knowing he can heighten the climax ever further.Instinct takes over and the good little Tiger loosens the belt right at the last second as the orgasm rips through his mind and body like a lightning strike.His eyes screw shut as he allows his consciousness to slip away, for something else to take over. He feels his body lose control and can’t hold onto anything any longer. All he is aware of is the sensation.He feels like he exists outside of time, outside of feeling and sensation, yet he feels everything all at once and it’s more than he can bear. His body is reaching for something incomprehensible, something he can never quite grasp.It’s too much, he wants more.He cums screaming, more than any moment of torture he has ever experienced. The walls vibrate with the noise, exacerbated by his spasming body testing the limits of the bed frame. Breathe.Breathe.Breathe.Sebastian feels his body slowly come back to him. He lays back, perfectly still other than the heavy rise and fall of his chest as he attempts to breathe normally.The rest of the room suddenly feels silent. All that can be heard is his breath, a sign of his life, his existence. He still feels disassociated from his body, gripping to his consciousness like he’s hanging off a building.He becomes aware again that Jim is with him, watching.Seb throws his head back, “Fuck.”Jim tilts his head, back to examining Sebastian like a puzzle. Still thinking.“Fuck.”His chest is still heaving, the aftereffects of his orgasm still messing with his head.“Fuck.”“Eloquence is not your strong suit, is it Tiger?”Sebastian chuckles. He looks down to see his body, painted with cuts and bruises, blood and sweat, “I need a shower.”He goes to sit up, but Jim pushes his shoulders to lay back down, running his fingers along the wound in Sebastian’s chest. Seb just watches him for a moment, captivated.“You’re fucking insane.”Jim smirks, “You’re lucky I chose this one and not the cleaver. They’re a lot more fun.”“Next time I’ll remember to run before you distract me.” Sebastian teases, far too cockily for a man who just begged to cum like his life depended on it.“Oh Tiger,” Jim almost growls, voice still dripping with sex, “do you really think you could run from me?”Sebastian pushes on his chest, playfully but still with enough force to push him to the other side of the bed, “Not forever… I reckon I’d last a while though.” He catches himself imagining a world where Jim turns on him, starts hunting him down like a dog. Despite knowing this criminal mastermind could destroy him in more ways than he could imagine, somehow it doesn’t feel all that different. “Besides, you like the chase.”Sebastian winks at him and Jim smiles, “And you like playing hard to get.”Seb scoffs at the notion, “I’ll fuck anything that moves!” He gestures vaguely at Jim, “You just can’t make contact with another human being without playing months of mind games with them first.” He begins to climb off the bed, “Now fuck off and let me go shower.”Jim grabs his hand, firmly but not violently.Sebastian looks into his eyes, unsure, “...Yes?”Without warning, he yanks Sebastian’s arm until his face is resting on the bed, just beneath Jim.“Be careful how you speak to me,” his voice is breathy and sensual, “I’ll only put up with your brattiness so far.”Sebastian bites his lip, looking up at Jim with eager eyes.Jim then pushes him back and he stands again, dizzy as the blood starts to rush back to his cock.“You’re not special, Tiger,” he says in his usual lilting voice, “you are a convenience for me, and as soon as you are more hassle than I think you’re worth, you’ll meet a very creative end.”Sebastian’s cock hardens as he speaks, “Creative? Got something special in mind for little old me?”“Of course, my dear. You’ve lasted longer than any other of my associates.” his eyes light up at the thought, “I have something very special ready for when the time comes.”“So I am special?”“You are not. Your punishment though,” he laughs to himself, his vivid imagination working overtime, “I do believe it’s some of my best work.”Sebastian’s jaw tenses and he bites his lip again to stifle a moan, “I can’t wait.”They stare at each other, like animals circling, waiting for one to attack. Sebastian feels his hands twitch, ready to spring into action, acutely aware that he’s in danger every second that he spends here, with him.Jim turns to get up, and Seb flinches at the movement.“Go shower. I’m finished with you today.”Sebastian’s body floods with emotion, relief is among them, along with disappointment. He feels his cock harden slightly again, frustrated that even being rejected by the all-powerful Moriarty still makes his cock twitch.He moves to get up but he stands too quickly and his legs buckle underneath him as his vision tunnels.After taking a few deep breaths, he looks up and sees Jim leaning seductively on the doorframe, smiling.“Are you quite alright, Tiger?” he practically purrs.Seb hauls himself to a sitting position, resting on the floor with his back against the bed frame, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, “No thanks to you, dearest.”Jim continues to stare at Sebastian as his breaths remain heavy and forced. He tries to push himself up on the bed, but his now weak body fails him.“Come on. You can do it, Tiger. Be a good boy for me.”Just hearing ‘good boy’ sets him alight, but he can’t continue with this, he can’t. He manages to stand, and looks at Jim with desperation, before shaking it off and heading to the bathroom.Jim goes back to the kitchen and Seb touches himself mindlessly as he leaves.He turns on the shower, leaving the shower door open for the hot steam to fill the room.A large mirror stands against the wall, and Sebastian examines his body, the bruises are scattered across his skin, and he was right, he can’t tell where his work ends and his play begins. His cock is softening again and it’s painful with overstimulation.He runs his thumb and finger either side of the incision in his chest, knowing better than to touch it any more than necessary. The whole day and night has drained him and his skin is pale. Anyone who saw him right now would assume he was a corpse come to life.He turns to get in the shower, and jumps back.Jim is like a fucking cat, he’s just suddenly there, without any indication he was ever not there. This is his apartment, Sebastian supposes, he probably has trap doors and secret walls and a network of tunnels.Or maybe he’s just light on his feet, and Sebastian is not at his most alert.“I thought you were done with me tonight?”Jim shrugs his shoulders and pushes Sebastian against the wall, hard.“I changed my mind.”