Title: A Cure for Boredom
Rating: M (Language, smut (breathplay, blood))
The entire job had turned to shit in just a few minutes. The journey had gone flawless, everyone had been on the right spot, just like he had planned. Then all of a sudden the negotiation turned sour, and Sebastian had been looking right into the barrel of a loaded Smith & Wesson. He escaped unscathed, what couldn’t be said about the brute that had been holding the revolver. The only damage he suffered was the loss of his radio, which was laying in pieces somewhere on the ground. There was absolutely no way he could contact the rest of the team, and he could only assume they suffered the same problem he did, judging the gunfire that echoed through the building.
The sniper cursed and got his rifle, slowly advancing through the corridor. The last thing he wanted was to blow someone’s head off, only to find out it was one of his own men. Still, he could hear footsteps advancing on him, two pair if he was correct. He braced himself against the wall around a corner, his finger tensing on the trigger when he heard two more shots, and the distinctive sound of heavy weight thudding on the floor. Another pair of footsteps followed, steadily coming closer. Sebastian took his change when he heard them stop, quickly rounding the corner, ready to take his shot.
Her gun was trained on him as well, her rifle hanging on her shoulder as she was crouched next to the bodies. “For fuck’s sake, your signal was dead. We thought you were as well,” she breathed, slowly lowering her gun and reporting she had found him. “The fuck happened, sir?”
“Had a bit of a rumble with some Eastern Bloc-gangster, lost my radio in the process,” he grunted, holding out his hand in a silent order to give him hers. “Did I miss anything?”
“Same. Everything was just peachy, and the next thing I know I’m staring down some commie bitch. The team is complete, but the handler is offed. They shot him right in the face, the bastards. Holmberg took over immediately when we didn’t hear you. I’m not sure how many of them are left.”
Her fingers quickly loosened her walkie-talkie, handing it over while Sebastian mused, “You work together with commie bitches, you know.”
“Yeah, did they just went and tried to gank me?”
“I guess not.”
“Then they’re cool,” she huffed, searching the bodies and taking their weapons with her. Sebastian grinned and shook his head slightly, calling Holmberg over the radio and revising their strategy. His eyes were fixed on her fingers that were inspecting a Colt she found. Breaking contact, he frowned at her.
He rolled his eyes, shrugging. “Rogers, then. Why did he send you? Alone, of all things.”
She frowned as well, looking up from the gun. “I don’t know. I’m the girl, I’m the rookie, I was so foolish to make eye-contact when Holmberg said someone had to go and look for you. Could be anything.”
Sebastian nodded slowly, his brow still furrowed. That would be a discussion for later, they had other problems to deal with now. The team was found easily, and luckily no one had suffered any lethal wounds; just superficial cuts and the occasional bullet graze. It was a piece of cake to off their opponents and after a quick clean-up to remove their traces, they were back at their safe-house to clean themselves up.
Dissociating himself from the group, he stripped his shirt off, cleaning his cuts and looking over the blueprints and plans he had worked so hard on. It was evident they were sold out in one way or another, those bastards were just too well-prepared and quite prone on taking him and his team down. His blood-tainted fingers smudged the papers as he thought the events over, reaching the same conclusion over and over again. Hands dragged over his face in exasperation, smearing blood over his cheeks without noticing.
A small scuffle at the door made him look up, his piercing stare sliding over the just as topless, lean chest of his colleague. There were bandages around his bicep, stitched wounds visible on the pale skin.
“You wanted to see me, sir?”
His words made Sebastian tear his gaze away, looking up to meet the hazel eyes.
“Indeed, yeah. Come in, Holmberg.”
The taller man shrugged and sauntered closer, his hands stuffed away in his pockets, his brown hair curled up because of the sweat. Stopping next to Sebastian, he let his eyes slide over the plans as he murmured, “This is about Rogers, isn’t it?”
“I did hope you would clarify the reasons for your actions, yes.”
“Isn’t it obvious, sir?” he grinned, “She’s the rookie, and a woman at that. I’m not saying that the other guys are total dicks to her, but they can be somewhat… What’s the word..” His grin faltered a bit and he ran a hand through his damp hair, the muscles of his arm flexing a bit. Sebastian followed the movement with his eyes, feeling the heat that radiated from the other body. “Condescending. That’s the word I was looking for. However, now they’re impressed with her for finding you, and her hit-list has been expanded. I admit it was a gamble, but still.”
Fixing his eyes back on the blueprints, Sebastian nodded slowly. “Too much of a gamble, Nik. Don’t send anyone out without back-up in an unclear situation. Understood?”
“Won’t happen again, sir,” Nikolaus said smoothly, another grin quirking at his lips. “You.. Er… You have a bit of blood on your, well, face.”
His eyebrows raised and Sebastian looked down on his fingers, rubbing at the dried blood as he shrugged. “I’ll just get a shower in a moment. Didn’t need any stitches anyway. You’ll be fine?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just a graze and a few cuts, nothing new. Everyone is fine, having a drink and all, you know the drill.” Long, slender fingers ran over the stitches, his nose scrunching up at the slight sting of it, and Sebastian grinned at the sight.
“So, will this influence my evaluation?”
Sebastian furrowed his brow and locked their gazes. “Your evaluation?”
“Yeah,” the other mused, his eyes gleaming and crossing his arms in front of his chest, looking positively playful. “Or weren’t you planning on doing me?”
The blond sniper blinked a few times. Nik was undeniably handsome, tall and muscled, and it had been a while since he last had a man. His thoughts flitted to Jim for a split second, but the leftover adrenalin from the job made him disregard it quickly. He craved something to dissipate his frustration. “Depends,” Sebastian grinned. “Do you want one?”
“Couldn’t hurt to get one, could it? And if it does, well.” Nik brushed another handful of damp curls out of his face, slowly turning to face Sebastian completely. “I don’t mind some hurt, actually. I mean, I’m taller than you anyway. I guess I can handle it.”
“Barely an inch, lad.” The pads of his fingers traced a cut, tugging at the stitches, making Nik hiss as he reopened the wound, tearing skin open. His lips kissed the blood away, smearing it out over his mouth. “If you don’t mind some hurt, I believe I already had blood on my face anyway.”
The other’s chest heaved against his, hazel eyes fixed on the blood-smeared lips. Sebastian grinned his handsome grin, letting the silence stretch between them as he languidly licked the blood away, letting his tongue slide over thin lips and teeth. That was all it took for the Dane to pounce on him, his fingers entangling in Sebastian’s blonde hair as he kissed him harshly. His tongue pushed against the other, twirling, fighting for dominance as Sebastian plunged it into Nik’s mouth. It cost him some trouble, but eventually he had the subordinate pushed against the table, rutting his hips up as he felt him harden against his thigh. He grinned into the kiss, roughening it, kissing him with a lot of tongue and teeth.
His own barely closed cuts tore open as well, blood smearing between their bodies, coating their skin. The coppery twang filled his nostrils and made him growl, biting down on Nik’s lips to taste some more of it. The brunet’s hands slid over Sebastian’s muscled, smudging out the blood, only to eventually tug his cargo’s open, grinning into the kiss as he wrapped his fingers around Sebastian’s cock.
“You certainly are a big boy,” he breathed, pulling back to get some air in his lungs. Sebastian grinned as well, bucking into the touch as he licked at the blood. “Never took you for a gossipy bitch, Nik. It suits you, though.”
“Yeah, because I’m about to make you moan like one.”
A low, strangled moan escaped Nik’s throat when Sebastian’s fingers wrapped around it, using it as leverage to get him onto the table. The papers crumple beneath the tall man, but it doesn’t bother them. Sebastian grinned, raising an eyebrow at the other, as if telling him ‘I told you so’. His free hand tugged at Nik’s trousers, getting rid of them as well as he struggled in Sebastian’s hold. It only made the Colonel grin some more, loving the superiority he had in this situation.
He grabbed the bandaged biceps, digging his fingers in it, loving the noise of the man’s gritting jaw. Sebastian’s cock twitched at the sight, and he outed a low chuckle.
“So, what was all that big talk, that you were taller than me, that you could handle it?”
Fingers curled into Sebastian’s shoulders, and Nik squirmed, letting out another hiss. “I can handle you just fine, sir.”
Blood started to seep through the bandage, trickling down the muscle and Sebastian traced it with a finger, licking it off with a grin. “Good boy.”
Nik’s lips parted at the sight, one hand sliding to the back of Sebastian’s to get him closer, licking his own blood of his tongue with a low growl. His cock felt hot and heavy against his own, and the sniper gave another rut, letting them slide together as he bit down on Nik’s tongue. He disconnected their lips with a wet -pop-, sliding two fingers into the man’s mouth.
“You can decide for yourself how much it will hurt, babe.”
His fingers were sucked in, and Nik’s lips looked delicious when wrapped around something, but he wasn’t going to waste time on that now. What he wanted was a raw, hard fuck, and he was going to take it. He relished in the feeling of a hot tongue twirling expertly around his fingers, wetting them and sucking at them, until Sebastian had enough.
The gasp that echoed through the room when Sebastian set his fingers at Nik’s entrance and pushed in deep made him chuckle, his tongue following a trickle of blood. Muscles rolled under pale skin as the other arched against him, into the touch, spreading his legs obediently. Sebastian’s fingers thrust in and out, stretching him just enough. If the man wanted some pain, he could get it. He inwardly thanked Jim’s idea of having condoms in his pockets at his disposal, adjusting one quickly. His fingers dug into Nik’s hips when he hauled him closer, pushing himself in with a low growl. He knew he wasn’t being considerate, but the other didn’t seem to care. Fingers tangled into his blond strands, and Sebastian hissed when Nik yanked his hair roughly, only causing him to thrust rougher.
Judging Nik’s grin that was exactly what he wanted, moaning wantonly when Sebastian set a fast, deep pace, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping against skin and Nik’s lewd groans. Long, pallid legs wrapped around Sebastian’s waist, Nik’s head rolling back as Sebastian pounded into him. He fucked every inch of his frustration away, indulging himself in the tight, raw feeling around his cock, making him burn with lust.
Sweat mingled with the dried blood, and Sebastian teasingly let a finger slide over the twitching cock, spreading out the pre cum and earning himself a moaned curse. He kept teasing Nik, fucking him deep and withdrawing slowly, only to slam in with another swift thrust. Even though Nikolaus was less muscled than Sebastian was, it was still an impressive guy to see, and it was all stretched out before him now, his skin flushed and bloody, stitched cuts torn open, his legs wrapped around Sebastian’s waist as he moved against him.
His fingers curled around the shaft, the pace of his hand matching the pace of his thrusts, his other hand clawing at Nik’s throat. His breathing was reduced to ragged pants as he felt muscles contract around him, pulling his orgasm right out of him. Sebastian doubled over with a vulgar moan, hips bucking as he emptied himself into the taller man. Wanting to prolong his orgasmic high, he kept moving as he worked his hand, letting Nik whine and beg before giving him what he wanted. His release coated his own stomach and Sebastian’s hand, and Nik arched his back with a suffocated call.
There was no other sound to be heard than their harsh breathing, and Sebastian pulled back with a low grunt. He jabbed teasingly at one of the gashes, making Holmberg grunt as well. “You are in dire need of some stitches, lad,” he grinned, stretching himself out with a chuckle.”
The brown-haired man slowly slid off the table, cracking his vertebrae as he stretched himself out as well. “Yeah, gathered that already. Thanks, sir.”
Sebastian’s grin widened at the grimace, patting Nik on his bandage. “Yeah, no problem. They’re probably wondering where you went anyway.”
Another grimace appeared on his features, and the Dane scowled slightly as he got his pants back on, looking down on himself. “I think I’ll just sneak to my room and do it myself. Avoid the gossip. I’m not that much of a gossipy bitch, sir.” Nik shot him a grin as he left the room, and Sebastian shot one last look on the plans before he decided to put them in the fireplace. It was no use to keep going over them, they weren’t to blame. He was going to clean himself up and prepare his briefing for Jim, and that would be that.
It was immediately obvious to Sebastian that there was something wrong as soon as he had set foot in Jim’s office. Dark eyes squinted at him, the glare positively murderous. The most unnerving thing of all was that Jim still managed to smile. How the man did it, Sebastian didn’t know, but it was one of the terrifying things he had ever set his eyes on. He was being ordered to sit with a snap of Jim’s fingers, and the sniper did so cautiously, trying to appear as calm as possible.
“Tell me what happened.”
Even Jim’s normally so playful voice was cold, the teasing tone gone as he addressed him. Sebastian squirmed ever so slightly, coughing before he started to tell. He told about the sudden ado during the negotiation, how he and his entire team had faced a group of just as trained shooters, how the lost the handler, but eventually got out mostly free from harm.
No matter what Sebastian said, Jim’s eyes didn’t seem to soften. His lips didn’t suddenly quirk up in a mischievous grin, and the criminal didn’t tell him what a good sniper he was. There was no praise, no cussing, nothing. Jim just said there and stared at him, black eyes unblinking, letting the silence settle uncomfortably in the room when Sebastian was finally done talking.
Jim languidly got out his silver cigarette case, clicking it open and getting out a cigarette. Lighting it was done in the same lazy manner, pink lips closing around the filter as he inhaled. The lighter closed with a snap, and Jim exhaled, filling the space between them with a haze of smoke. He made a vague gesture with his free hand, his eyes still fixed on Sebastian.
“That’s it,” Sebastian frowned, “That’s everything that happened.”
“So this is your final statement?”
“That’s it,” he repeated, his brow furrowing some more. “That was everything that happened on the job.”
Jim let out a dry chuckle. “There is more than just the job, you know.”
The sniper straightened up some more, suddenly understanding where Jim had been talking about. It was hard to believe that the Irishman was actually pissed over a quick fuck, instead of the job that had gone wrong. On the other hand, he should have known better. In business, Jim was territorial, and that was probably not any different in his personal life. On the other hand, if it was such a huge deal, than he should have been clear about it.
Sebastian slowly leaned back, shrugging a bit. “What happened after the job is my time off, sir. I thought I could spend that however I liked, as long as I’m not endangering the web.”
Jim’s nose scrunched up and he clenched the fag between his teeth as he took another drag. “Fucking your subordinates is never a good idea, Moran,” he snarled, exhaling a lungful of smoke. “Trying to hide it from your superior isn’t either.”
His eyebrows pitched up, and his fingers twitched for a smoke as well. He was clever enough not to light one, it would probably only irritate the criminal some more. “I just didn’t see the relevance of my sexual activities after a job.”
“I asked you to tell me what happened. You are not to hide things from me,” he hissed, his eyes flashing.
“Oh, cut the crap, Moriarty!” Sebastian lashed, fed up with the icy façade. If the man was pissed at him, fine. But he wasn’t going to sit there and listen to bullshit. “If you’re pissed at me for fucking someone without your permission, or whatever kind of perverse control you were trying to assert over me, then say so. Don’t give me a load of shit about how I shouldn’t fuck a subordinate, or how I shouldn’t hide it from you. I have hardly done anything else this week, and before that you never gave a fuck how I spent my time off after a job.”
His piercing blue eyes followed Jim as the man stood up, towering over Sebastian with the cold stare in his eyes. Pale fingers dug into his jaw, and Jim brought his face close. “You mind your tongue with me, tiger, or I’ll cut it out of that pretty mouth of yours. You hardly need it to do your job anyway. You are not to tell me what to do, or what to say. Is that clear?”
The low voice sent a shiver down his spine, but he didn’t tear his gaze away until Jim was done talking. Sebastian jerked his head out of Jim’s touch, his stare just as icy as Jim’s was. “Crystal clear, sir,” he spat, popping his jaw to get rid of the tension.
“Good boy,” Jim purred, standing straight and clacking his tongue. “We have played so nicely together, it’s a shame you went and threw that all away. I’m disappointed.”
Sebastian stood up as well, and now it was his turn to tower over the other. “If you wanted me to play by the rules, you should have set them. Don’t you try to make me feel guilty about what I did. If I disappointed you, I did so because you haven’t been clear with me.”
Jim didn’t back off. He just tilted his head a bit in his neck so he could look Sebastian right in the eyes, his eyes empty and his face blank. “So disappointing, Moran,” he drawled with a tut, shaking his head. “I think we’re done here. You’re dismissed.”