MorMor NO REGRETS

Jim looked up from his wine glass and almost spit out the mouthful of alcohol he'd just taken. Why in hell was Sebastian walking around shirtless, didn't he know how distracting that was?
"T-trash." He stammered, shaking his head slightly and blinking hard. "Ruined, isn't it?" He continued, regaining his usual tone and composure.

((I'm going to wait to jump you until Seb gets out of the shower. XD))
((Short replies! *trolling*))

"Doesn't look as if I'll ever be able to get the stains out." he chuckled, moving over to throw it away into the bin. There really wasn't any point in keeping it. It was done now.
"Are you all right there?" he asked, still laughing quietly to himself.
Sebastian hadn't failed to notice Jim nearly spitting his wine out.
What had gotten into him?
He stayed on the spot, watching Jim. Maybe he was just a little bit drunk? That could possibly be the reason for him acting so strange. But Jim looked perfectly normal and fine like he always did. He didn't seem to be drunk at all. Just in a strange mood.

"I'm fine." Jim answered, knocking back the rest of his wine glass. "And I'm not drunk." He added, noting Seb's look. "Well. Maybe tipsy." He corrected.
"Go take your shower." He really did need one. Covered in blood.
Is he really? I'm having trouble not focusing on his chest.
Could he please have the rational part of his brain back?

"Okay, I'll get in the shower now." he sighed, rolling his eyes.
Sebastian slipped out of his shoes and made his way to the bathroom, carrying his spare clothes for afterwards. He let the water run a while before getting in, automatically wincing as the hot water hit against his wounded leg, causing him to curse loudly. Jesus fuck it stung like hell. Jim had probably heard him. It was probably impossible to not hear him. He had cursed louder than was necessary.
At least half an hour passed before Sebastian came out again, now dressed in clothes that weren't actually stained for once. His hair was still soaking, he hadn't bothered drying it. It would end up drying by itself eventually.
He came back over towards Jim and sat down, pulling his trouser leg up to look at the wound. It was clean now but it still stung badly from the hot water. The teeth marks were visible along with a few bruises making a large ring around it. At least it didn't look as bad as when it did earlier that evening. It was still not a very pretty sight to look at and Seb pulled his trouser leg down again. Even the thought of it made him dizzy.

"I told you to hurry." Jim said waspishly. "After that cursing and thirty bloody minutes I thought you'd died or something. Did you not hear me yelling at you?"
He hadn't dared open the door.
And now Seb was sitting next to him again and he needed to dress his leg but the shampoo smell floating off of him was proving... distracting. And the water dripping onto the back of his shirt from his hair and the heat radiating from his body. And the fact that he really, really was one of the handsomest things Jim had ever seem, at the moment...
Oh hell.
He knelt down by Seb again, looking up at him from the floor. "Mind handing me that bandage, love?" He said breezily, indicating a roll on the counter. Wordlessly, the other man handed him the white cloth. He cleared his throat, drawing Jim's eyes to his jawline--which he hadn't shaved. Idiot.
He had the oddest urge to kiss the inside of Seb's knee, as it was conveniently in range of his mouth and exposed.
So...he did.

((I know I said 'kind of' out of denial but someone needed to get this party started. xD))

Sebastian tensed as Jim kissed his knee, not knowing what was happening. Fuck it was ticklish. He had to fight with himself to not burst out laughing, which looked as if he was going to fail at.
What the hell was Jim playing at?
His mind had really given up on him at this point. Sebastian wasn't sure what he was feeling. This was a very unnatural thing that Jim would do. He's drunk. He has to be.
Sebastian continued to tell himself this but Jim didn't look it. That was the problem.
It was probably just a joke. Maybe it was just the nausea again? No, it couldn't be. This was really happening.
His mind was racing. He wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to do.
Sebastian sat there, waiting on Jim to bandage him. It didn't look as if Jim was in any rush to do so. And Seb still fought with the urge not to laugh.
For some reason, he couldn't even make himself push Jim away. This was what he was puzzled about. Why? And it was very simple to do. All that was needed was for him to reach his hand down and push Jim away. Ugh. I just... can't.

Jim felt Seb freeze. Oh hell. He really should have thought that over a bit more. Still, bit too late now for that revelation to really have any effect. Feeling his ears redden again, he switched legs to the one without the gaping wound on it and kissed the lower thigh, feeling fabric beneath his lips. Seb still seemed frozen, and Jim felt his ears go red for what must have been the third time that night.
Committed, remember? sang the voice in his head.
Shut up, you little fucker. You got me into this.
"Just going to sit there, Seb?" He asked, his voice steadier than he felt.

Sebastian opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out. He could hardly even think straight. He couldn't seem to make himself move or speak. Just his mind looked as if it was working. That wasn't helping him much either. All sorts of thoughts were drifting through his head.
Do something.
Don't just sit there.
His whole body had frozen, it had just shut down on him. Why was Jim even doing this in the first place? Sebastian wasn't even that interesting. He was confused by this. God knows what had gotten into Jim.
This was uncharacteristic of him. He was usually mean, horrible, violent and in a way he was showing affection. Jim showing affection? That wasn't right.
Before Sebastian knew what he was doing, his hand was stroking Jim's face. Now he really couldn't pull away. He swallowed hard, watching Jim. He still had no clue what he was doing.

When the hand came down on his face, he nearly flinched, an instinctive reaction from his nervousness, he supposed. Nervousness. He was fucking nervous.
But the hand with its calluses from guns and triggers didn't push him off, nor did it smack at him--not that Seb would have survived for very long if he had decided to hit him--no, it was...caressing his face? He leaned into Seb's hand slightly pressing another kiss slightly higher up the inside of the gunman's thigh. He could feel that his hair was brushing the other leg and hoped fervently that it wasn't anywhere near the wound.
"That all you've got in terms of moving, Seb?" He said. He still felt mildly embarrassed, but it was going away as Seb wasn't rejecting him.
He was fully committed to this whole bit now. And, if he was being totally honest--not a skill of his--the thoughts of it were not entirely unprecedented, though they were close.

Sebastian stiffened slightly as Jim went higher up his leg, nearly at the top of his thigh. He didn't know what to do about this. To be honest, he didn't really care. For some reason he didn't want Jim to stop.
He remained silent, still stroking Jim's face. It was the least he could do. Especially in the position he was in right now. Jim seemed to be in control at the minute.
Where exactly was this heading to? Sebastian had no idea but it wasn't bothering him. His mind just wouldn't let him think straight. Jim's name was constantly repeating in his head.
The voices were still there, encouraging Seb and trying to persuade him.
Get out of my bloody head.
He tried ignoring them but it was no use. No matter how much he tried. It was no use.

Jim was starting to feel a little ridiculous. Seb was clearly not reciprocating this...insane whim of his, even though he wasn't rejecting it. He dropped a last kiss perilously close to Seb's hip and pulled away from his leg and the hand and picked up the abandoned roll of bandages. He wrapped a length of it around the wound--which was no longer bleeding, which had to be a good thing--with perhaps more force than absolutely necessary. Not enough to really hurt him.
Why was he even frustrated? That wasn't an emotion that he should be feeling. He fastened the bandage--now cleanly double-wrapped--with a safety pin, and looked up, knowing full well that he was red in the face again. He began to stand.

((*pushes aside chessboard* Your move, Seb. *smirks*))

Sebastian couldn't take it any longer. He knew he needed Jim but right now he really needed him. No, he wanted him. So badly it actually seemed to hurt.
The lust he now felt was powerful and he couldn't hide the look of it in his eyes. He wasn't even trying to. He couldn't care less if Jim realised it. He wanted him to notice.
Holy shit Sebastian, what's wrong with you?
Now he really didn't know what was going on with his mind. But he could block the voices out now. He was concentrating too much on Jim to be bothered or listen. Jim was the only thing stuck in his head now.
He didn't know why he felt this way. And it surprised him. Seb hadn't realised how he felt for him before now. And right now, he wanted Jim. And only for himself.
He waited on him to finish bandaging his leg and watched as he stood up. Before Jim could even walk over and sit down again, Sebastian had grabbed a fistful of his shirt. "Jim." he growled, trailing the other man down on top of him.

Jim had been shocked many a time. It was getting less and less frequent, he liked to think, but shock was one emotion that he could recognize in a heartbeat. And he was damned good at concealing it. He had noticed--though really it was an obvious trend--that things that shocked one more were harder to conceal.
Nothing could possibly have made him more shocked or less able to hide said shock than this. His mind spared a brief thought to how if this were anything else he'd be berating Seb for messing up his clothing--though that ship had mostly sailed--and then all thoughts focused on one point.
Well, actually several points.
But they were all on Seb. Christ he was close to him.
On top of him. Seb's back rested on the counter, he was leaning in the chair, and pulling Jim to practically on top of him left the shorter man with absolutely no traction on the floor. It took an awful lot of control--a resource that was short in supply at the moment--for him not to squeak.
Because no matter what shit he'd been pulling tonight, squeaking was definitely not in the cards.
Still, a gasp was hardly unwarranted. His face was a breath away from Sebastian's, and he had a not-unpleasant feeling that it was about to get a lot closer. And, unlike many men, Jim Moriarty did not run away from his problems.
So, he closed the space between them.
Maybe stubble wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Sebastian had no idea what he was getting himself into. He wasn't quite sure where this was supposed to be heading anyway. But sooner or later he'd know.
Jim had actually responded to Seb pulling him closer. Maybe he should have expected something like that to happen in the first place. It wasn't very hard to deduce. All he knew was that he wanted Jim closer. And even if that wasn't possible he'd find a way.
The adrenaline that rushed through his body as Jim brought them both closer was sensational. He didn't hesitate to use his tongue as well, letting it explore the inside of Jim's mouth. Sebastian could still taste the wine off Jim's lips from when he had been drinking it not that long ago. Seb had never been one for wine but still, he couldn't seem to make himself pull away.
Leaning against the counter had soon started to get uncomfortable. In one swift movement he had grabbed Jim and lifted him--still not breaking away--and was taking him over towards the couch. Seb dropped him down gently--possibly the only thing he was going to do gently for tonight--and climbed down on top of him.

Jim had to wonder how Seb couldn't walk to the couch by himself about an hour ago and now he could walk over the both of them. But he really didn't have too much of his brain to spare anymore--Seb was hovering over him and he wasn't at all in a thinking mood.
His arms wrapped around the gunman's neck, bringing him closer. His shirt--stained with dried blood--was riding up in the back, as it was pressed against the couch. Seb appeared to have the intention of making it ride up in the front as well, if the way his hands were running was any indication.
Being horizontal had compensated for the difference in height--which, while not drastic, would have had Jim standing on his toes to reach eye level--and all it took was a tilt of his head(momentary nose bump slightly funny, though embarrassing) to bring their mouths together again.
Seb smelled bloody fantastic. That was an odd thing to think, probably, but he really did. He'd used Jim's shampoo, and that, for whatever reason, sent shocks of pure lust to the shorter man's brain. The smell was clean, but he still detected a hint of smoke and something else that was fairly difficult to identify.
Seb did something with his tongue that made Jim moan into his mouth. Fucking hell why had he not been doing this sooner? One of his hands slid up into short blonde hair at the back of the sniper's neck, the other continuing to put pressure on the other man's shoulders.
Closer, he wanted Seb closer.
And the voices had fallen silent.

(('Deduce', nice word choice. <3))
((God this is terrible what have I done))

The flat had become darker and the only thing filling the silence was the heavy breathing of both men.
The quick this had all gone was surprising to Sebastian. He hadn't expected anything like this to happen. Especially after what had happened earlier that evening with the accident.
He would definitely not be bringing it up at this point. Right now wasn't an option.
His mouth was still glued to Jim's, tongue still tracing the inside of the other man's mouth. One hand was now gliding under Jim's shirt and up his chest, his cold fingers nearly through the top of the shirt and at his neck.
His other hand was running along Jim's jawline and through his hair at times, tugging slightly at the other man's dark locks.
The quiet moans coming from Jim only looked as if they were turning Sebastian on further. He had started thrusting his hips down, grinding against the man underneath him.
Why hadn't he done this earlier? He could have even had Jim in the shower with him.
It didn't matter now. Maybe that could happen some other time.
If this wasn't going to be a one time thing. Sebastian secretly hoped it wouldn't be.
Sebastian wasn't even gay. Well, at least he didn't think he was. It was just Jim. Sebastian had never cared about any other man apart from Jim. He worked for him, did everything he asked. He didn't have much of a choice. But he loved his job. He possibly loved his boss as well. He hadn't made up his mind. Sebastian didn't even know if Jim felt the same way about him.
But right now really was a moment to cherish.

Jim hoped Seb was really enjoying himself because he was never, ever going to be this submissive ever again. In fact, the only reason he was doing it now was because...oh, hell. He didn't know. Seb seemed perfectly fine in control of this. The other man's mouth came off of his, elliciting a whine at the loss. He was about to make a smart remark, something about Seb being afraid probably, when:
"Oh!" The other man's lips came back to brush his jaw. Jim felt his hips buck up into Seb's--god that was embarrassing, he was a grown man, not a teenager, he should be able to control himself--and almost as uncontrollably, his legs spread slightly.
Well, I am sure to regret this in the morning, when he's gloating.
Seb's entire body was pressed into his, and they fit together, oddly enough, none of the... 'attributes' women possessed getting in the way. It wasn't like Jim had never had sex with a man--a fact he was sure Seb was cognizant of--but this was somehow different.
The arm around the sniper's shoulders dropped to tug insistently at his shirt collar.
"Take thi--" Seb cut him off by refastening his lips to Jim's.
No one ever cut him off and survived unharmed.
He supposed he could make an exception.

Sebastian finally pulled away from the kiss but he wasn't finished yet. Hell no. He had only gotten started never mind finished. This was going to last a while. He'd make sure of that.
He kissed down Jim's cheek to his neck, sucking on the sensitive part of his skin. He bit down hard and continued, marking his neck as much as he could. Everywhere he could reach.
Tomorrow there would probably be bruises on Jim's neck. Sebastian didn't care.
He was going to mark him like his own territory.
This would show Jim was his. He wanted to own him. Have Jim to himself.
He was being possessive. Maybe a little too much. And Seb knew this but it wasn't going to stop him either way.
He was biting quite vigorously now, not bothered if it was hurting Jim. After all, they both loved violence.
Sebastian started to pull at the skin slightly, soon drawing blood. Using his tongue, he started to lick at the cut he made, continuing to bite down harder now and again.
The hand that had been caressing Jim's chest was now slowly moving downwards, resting on his thigh. He was teasing Jim.
He thrust his hips down harder to meet Jim's, moaning softly against his neck. His trousers had already started to feel tight. There really was no denying what that meant.

Whimpering. He was fucking whimpering.
It was more of a cry as Seb bit down harder--that was definitely drawing blood and he was going to need a very high collar to cover the bruises the other man was creating.
God, was Seb...was he licking him? That was...interesting, to say the least. Occasionally another bite pulled another strangled moan out of him. The hip motions were intensifying the sensations shooting through him, his head was thrown back to allow Sebastian more room to work his--oh, that must be magic.
"Seb..." A groan torn from his throat somehow took the shape of the other's name. "Mmn!" Sebastian's teeth punctuated the sound of his name with a stronger pinch to Jim's neck. That fucking did it, he wanted clothes off, and he wanted them off now. His hands moved from their respective positions to push the shirt Seb wore up as far as it would go, rubbing over the other man's chest, a nonverbal order to remove it.

Sebastian knew what Jim was trying to do and he paused for a moment to take his shirt off quickly, flinging it across the room carelessly afterwards.
He darted towards Jim's neck again, continuing to bite down hard while licking and sucking at the same time.
This had really gone quickly.
Seb was still grinding against him, moaning against his neck.
He was starting to sweat again, their actions were making him warm now. The heat radiating of both men was literally filling the room.
And fuck, that bloody Irish accent.
He ran his fingers through Jim's hair while his free hand made its way between Jim's legs to his crotch, his hand rubbing slowly against the fabric.
Again, he was teasing him.
It was all too much to cope with. Sebastian couldn't seem to keep his hands off him.

"Nnh!" Never, he swore, never, in all his life, had he made that needy noise. This was almost going too fast--oh for the love of god he was so buying a wider couch--but there was no way he would change it. He spread his legs wider for Sebastian, no longer caring how submissive he looked. The vibrations of Seb's groaning against his neck were spreading heat through his body...
His heart was pounding, his pulse was racing, he could feel the throbbing in his groin building... Sebastian was every bit as excited as he and that made him feel slightly better about his frankly raging erection--thoroughly inappropriate to the fact that Seb had only just started touching him.
On a side note, ordinarily he'd be quite a bit more pissed off about the gunman messing up his hair. But it was, just like everything currently was about Seb, kind of serving to turn him on. He'd also usually be more upset about the sniper just throwing his clothing about, but he would kind of like all the other clothing they were wearing thrown about as well.
Seb's fingers pressed just a little, and Jim arched up into him with a very loud moan. Bloody hell where had his composure gone, and could he possibly get just a little of it back?

The couch seemed to be shrinking by the minute. For some reason, it felt smaller than when they had started. They'd need more room. Especially with what was possibly to happen next.
The floor was an option.
Or the bedroom.
But it didn't look as if they'd make it to the bedroom. Also, the floor was closest.
The hand running through Jim's hair moved to his shirt again, tugging at it. He'd rip it off his skin if he had to. But Sebastian knew how much Jim loved his suits. Right now, he couldn't care less. He just couldn't help himself.
Besides, the shirt was ruined. There was no sparing it now.
In one quick movement, he tore it, ripping it from the other man's flesh. Like his own shirt, he tossed it across the room, not giving it a second glance.
The strangled cry that came from Jim echoed in the silent flat. Sebastian knew it had hurt him. He had been rougher than was necessary.
Again, his teeth were glued to the other man's neck once more, biting down as hard as he could. Bruises were now forming, along with a few cuts and scars left behind. Blood had also been drawn in which Seb was momentarily licking and sucking at.
His hips thrust down harder to meet Jim's, his trousers becoming tighter in seconds.
God, he needed to take them off.

Seb was not being particularly gentle.
But it was hard to form a coherent reprimand when one's mind was screaming 'yesyesyes'. The feel of Seb's bare torso on his was intoxicating, and he realized with a start that his head was thrown back on the arm of the couch and his back was going to really messed up when this was over and he didn't care, he just wanted more. His hands ran down the other man's sides to the hem of his trousers, skating around the line where fabric met skin. The button was actually quite hard to reach, blindly and at an extremely awkward angle--Seb, you're going to have to do this on your own.
Instead, he ran a hand over the bulge in the front of said trousers, moving his head a little more to the side so that the other man could continue to practically maul his neck--which must look as though a tiger had been at it, from the way it was aching. The ache wasn't unpleasant, though, not really.
Seb growled, sending a wild lust through him--not that it wasn't already there. His own trousers were incredibly uncomfortable--why was he wearing a belt, this was going to make everything more difficult--
Bloody hell, Seb's hands were everywhere.
Yet, he could pinpoint the exact location of each one.
Yes, he should definitely have been doing this earlier.

((It wasn't a suit, so don't worry, and I hope you realize I'm going to have to use the words 'damn good shag' at some point.))

Sebastian moaned quite loudly against Jim's neck as his hand met the bulge now growing in his trousers.
Was it even possible for them to feel tighter? He felt like they would explode at any moment.
His hand slid down to his own trousers, fingers desperately trying to unbutton them.
Finally! Seb had managed to do that after the effort of trying. It was still rather uncomfortable. He'd leave Jim to do the rest.
He left Jim's neck and pulled him into another bruising kiss, not hesitating to use his tongue.
"I... hate you... for this." he groaned, his breath quickening.
Damn Jim.
Damn his accent.
Damn every bloody thing about him.
He was too much. He was everything. Sebastian couldn't help but envy him. Jim was just perfect in every way possible. Even for being a psychopath, it really had its advantages.
Jim had brought him to do this. He was the only reason Seb had pulled him closer in the first place. He really did have feelings for his boss. He couldn't argue with that fact any longer.
Sebastian opened his eyes to look down at the man underneath him, still kissing him roughly. It was like toxic.
They were both now staring at each other, Jim's eyes growing darker. It was almost haunting and it sent a shiver down Sebastian's spine.
Jim's eyes were nearly black, making it hard to see his irises. Jesus, it was hypnotizing. Sebastian couldn't stop staring. It was fascinating.

"I ...hate you... too." Jim managed between kisses as Seb stared at him. It was almost unnerving having the other man's eyes fixed so securely on him, rather like being in laser sights. The sniper had the same look of concentration about him that he did when lining up for one of his incredible shots. Having that attention fixed on him was... heady, to say the least.
"That," he continued in pauses that Seb allowed, "is why ...I am doing...this." One hand pulled up from the front of the gunman's trousers to plunge beneath the waistline. The other man jerked as his hand connected. Their mouths ripped apart for a second, then the gap closed again for a kiss that was all tongues and teeth--and Seb tasted like blood, Jim's blood, and that shouldn't make him hotter for the other man but it did.
His other hand scrabbled at the waist of Seb's trousers, pushing them down, though, with the uneven pull he wasn't getting very far in that endeavor. He knew his fingers were too dry, but he knew with equal certainty that Sebastian would never stop him.