Title: A Cure for Boredom
Rating: M (Language, smut (not in this chapter!))
The mood in the Moran-Moriarty household hardly lifted in the following days. Not only Sebastian was still pissed about the shit the job had caused, Jim also didn’t talk to him, only for business-related topics. What angered him even more that he was a sniper short now, because somehow Nik’s wounds got infected so badly the guy had a fever. It was all a bit too coincidental for Sebastian’s taste, but marching into the criminal’s office and demanding an explanation was hardly the way to go for now. Especially because he just knew that Jim would look at him with empty, black eyes and his tell-tale smirk, only to purr that he had absolutely no idea Sebastian was talking about. He would only make a fool of himself.
All in all, the sniper wasn’t having one of the best weeks of his life when he sauntered into the kitchen and made himself a cup of tea, heaving a deep sigh when he sipped the hot liquid. His brow furrowed when he heard footsteps echoing through the roomy apartment. Well, the footsteps alone weren’t that troubling, it was more the fact there was barely audible chatter. His hand instinctively went inside his jacket, to his gun-holster, fingers curling around the grip.
Jim walked into view with his usual cocky strut, a smirk curling around his lips when he saw Sebastian. His fingers slowly left his gun, blue eyes narrowing when he saw the man following Jim. Well, boy. He could have hardly reached his thirties, really. Judging the state of his bruised, marked neck, it was obvious Jim had done a lot of damage to the kid, and Sebastian stiffened up at the sight. He sipped his tea as casually as possible, bright eyes monitoring their ‘guest’.
Granted, he wasn’t ugly. About the same adorable length as Jim was, with fluffy, brown curls, a slender build, and sharp blue eyes. Sebastian had anyone else congratulated with such a catch, but this was Jim, and his entire attitude was just annoying the shit out of him. Those all-seeing dark eyes just seemed to be fixed on him, watching Sebastian’s every move. The silence stretched between them, Jim’s smirk growing more mischievous by the second. A pale hand slid over the young man’s shoulders, Jim’s gaze still fixed.
“Forgive me my manners. Michael, this is Sebastian, my flatmate. Sebastian, Michael,” he purred, black eyes glinting mischievously. The sniper just nodded, still not trusting himself to say anything and apparently that was enough for the kid to understand that it was better for him to say nothing as well. They hung around the living room some more while Sebastian hid himself in the kitchen, eating an apple Jim was intent on having around all the time as he tried not to snap at anyone, demanding to know whatever the hell the criminal was playing at. Jim was being overly clingy and giggly, it was enough for Sebastian to assume that he probably wasn’t being James Moriarty at the moment. Could be anyone really; Jim Zucco, Richard Brook, or some of Jim’s nameless other roles.
It wasn’t until he heard the front door shut that he emerged out of the kitchen, shooting Jim an unimpressed glare.
“Got yourself a new plaything, then?”
“That was the plan, yes,” Jim mused, smirking delightfully now he finally baited the sniper. “He did safe-worded on me, though. Maybe he is not as suitable as I thought.”
“Safe-worded,” Sebastian repeated, huffing a laugh. “Kid’s barely over twenty, and you’re surprised he safe-worded on you.”
“Honey, he’s thirty-one, and it’s none of your business.”
“Thirty-one? He is thirty-one? He barely looks like he has to shave every morning,” he scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“You know, the green of jealousy doesn’t suit you, Sebastian. Not at all. And I already mentioned it’s none of your business. Also, you have work to do in a moment. You can busy your pretty little head with that. Now, if you can spare a minute, I’ll go and change, and you can drive me to the office.”
The sniper swallowed a catty remark, secretly glad that Jim was talking to him again. Even if it meant he was clearly pestering Sebastian, but there was progress. It might not be the healthy kind of progress, but hey, at least the communication was back. Of course it cost more than just a minute for Jim to change, even if he was just going to sit around in his office all day. Heaven forbid the man would leave the house as Jim Moriarty without being dressed to the nines.
The man came out in a gorgeous dark-grey suit, and Sebastian couldn’t help but ogle him for a moment, his gaze sliding over Jim’s figure as he followed him to the car. No matter how infuriating Jim could be, he was just drawn to him. The way he looked, moved, talked… Sebastian blinked a few times, realizing Jim had been talking, and that he had managed to miss every single word.
“Wait, what were you saying?”
Jim rolled his eyes and tutted, seemingly exasperated he had to repeat what he was talking about. “I was saying that you’ll have to interview someone this afternoon. We can’t rely on Holmberg to get better soon, we’ll need someone extra. I guess that’s what you get with open wounds in dirty circumstances. Pity.”
The look on his face didn’t seem to radiate pity at all, it was more a smug look in his eyes and a fake, sweet smile Sebastian would love to wipe off his face. Instead he just nodded that he had heard him this time and concentrated on the road to get them to the office safely. Conduit Street seemed relatively laid-back that particular afternoon, and Jim disappeared inside immediately. The sniper surveyed the street quickly, only to follow his boss and settle himself behind his own rosewood desk.
Sebastian could hear Jim rummaging around in the office next to him, the heels of the expensive shoes clacking on the floor. Listening to it absent-mindedly, he started up his laptop, the tell-tale sound echoing through the room. On paper the new sniper looked capable enough and if the gal could back those facts up, he was more than okay with it. A knock on the door made him call out for the person to enter, and he slowly looked up when he heard footsteps advancing on him. She had a proper build; lean, muscled, athletic, tall, with legs that seemed to go on forever. Once she stopped in front of his desk, Sebastian had to roll his head in his neck to properly look her in the eyes.
“Colonel Moran, we had an appointment. I’m Iris.”
“Yes, Iris Möller. Have a seat.” He gestured to a chair, his eyes catching a flicker on his laptop-screen. Disregarding it for now, he fixed his attention back on the woman in front of him, who was watching him with strangely pale blue eyes. The interview itself didn’t exactly cost much time; Sebastian could hardly be considered talkative, and the blonde German was curt and by times even blunt. Not that she was outspokenly impolite or disrespectful; she just didn’t say more than necessary and didn’t elaborate on her answers out of her own volition. As long as she would shoot straight and followed his orders, he could deal with that.
There was still something flickering on his laptop, it started to annoy him immensely. Excusing himself, he hauled the computer closer, frowning as he found it it was his IM that had been flashing. There was only one person who would and could IM him at the moment, and Sebastian could only assume it had to be important as he opened it. He rolled his eyes at the content, his nose scrunching up as he typed his messages back.
(15:29:40) M: Looks like your type.
(15:30:55) M: Well, she has a pulse, so that’s hardly an achievement.
(15:30:56) M: Sebastian.
(15:31:21) M: You should fuck her.
(15:31:39) M: You really should, you were so cranky this morning.
(15:36:40) M: Don’t you ignore me, Moran.
(15:40:55) Moran: I wasn’t ignoring you.
(15:40:56) Moran: I was working.
(15:41:21) M: You’re done now.
(15:41:39) M: And we both know what you do in your time off.
That was a jab like only Jim could make them. Well, that wasn’t completely true. Anyone could make them, but only Jim could make them sting like they did, and he slowly fixed his gaze on Iris. Yeah, she had her assets, but for some reason he wasn’t feeling it. Or maybe he wasn’t feeling like doing it. And he was quite sure that she was feeling the same way, her entire body language was just screaming that she wasn’t interested, and that that wasn’t going to change sooner or later. His fingers twitched and stretched for a moment, and he mumbled another half-hearted apology as he typed his message.
(15:43:20) Moran: Yeah, well.
(15:43:25) Moran: It’s not going to happen.
(15:44:12) M: Moran.
(15:44:15) M: Don’t be a twat.
(15:44:19) M: Just fuck her. I’m sure it will make you feel better.
(15:45:01) Moran: Nah, I’ll pass.
(15:44:15) M: Ignoring orders is not like you.
(15:44:20) M: Wait, that’s not completely true. Dishonourably discharged and all. Let me rephrase that.
(15:44:26) M: Ignoring orders from me is not like you.
(15:44:39) Moran: Still a no, sir.
It went back and forth for a while, while he still maintained somewhat of a conversation with the new employee. He tried a few flirtations, just to see what happened, to see if he was right, and every time he was met with the same aloof, blunt manner. At least his instinct had been right about that, but Jim’s insistence still annoyed the fuck out of him. Eventually he just settled on ignoring the incoming messages and focussing his attention on Iris, even showing her to the door at the end of their conversation.
By the time she left his temper had reached its boiling point, and he barged into the criminal’s office, not bothering to knock on the door or be polite about it. Marching up to his desk, he slammed his hand down, bringing his face close to the other.
“I don’t know what you’re playing at, but you need a serious less in consent. When I say no, it’s no. Pestering me about it won’t change my mind,” he growled, his eyes flashing in anger. If his outburst was a surprise to Jim, he didn’t let Sebastian notice. He just casually leaned back in his grand leather chair and raised an eyebrow. “Temper, temper, Basher. I believe I already told you you really need a fuck. You are tensed, look at yourself. It was merely a suggestion.”
“A suggestion. A suggestion?!” Sebastian sputtered, straightening himself up to his full height. “You sent me God-knows-how-much IM-messages about it, and you call that a suggestion? Fuck no. The first time it might have been a suggestion, the second time might have been as well, but after that it was just bothersome behaviour.” The last word was spat at Jim, his nose scrunched up, and his hands clenched tightly into fists.
“Oh, please.” Jim pushed himself off his chair, smoothly circling around his desk and impending Sebastian’s personal space. “As if it was so troubling for you to fuck those women. Poor thing. You liked it, Moran. I know you did, and I’m pretty sure you still do. So, what was so special about her? Too blonde for you, too pale, too German? She did have a bit of a square, German jawline, but like I said; you pretty much fucked anything with a pulse, especially when I told you to do so.” A pale hand slowly crept up over Sebastian’s chest, fingers tracing the sternum as Jim got closer. “You need to take a good look at yourself and find out what your problem really is, dear.”
The muscles tensed up underneath the touch, and Sebastian swiftly reached out, his long fingers taking hold of Jim’s wrist in a strong grip. He easily forced him to step back, winning back his territory so to speak. “My reasons for whether I do or don’t consent to your whims are none of your concern. You need to learn to take no for an answer. You have another plaything you can worry about now anyway.”
Jim’s eyes squinted at him as soon as Sebastian brought that up, and he jerked his hand away with a hiss. “Don’t act like you’re free of guilt, Moran. You had your fun, now own up and let me have mine.”
“So it really was just some silly pay-back.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about dear,” the criminal said lightly, faked sweetness dripping off his voice like poison-laced honey. “I watched and learned, and I was merely trying out some new-found experiences. Not everything is about you.”
Sebastian pulled a face, scoffing disbelievingly. “If this isn’t about me, then why the sudden interest in my sex-life, again?”
“Sebastian, really. We keep talking in circles here. For the third, and final, time, you need to lose some tension. You have been stomping around the house for days, you’re being curt and even more quick-tempered than normal. I was merely looking out for your best interest.”
Jim’s silver tongue did his work, and for a moment the sniper had to rethink what he had done and where he wanted to go with this. “I’m not being curt and quick-tempered because I need a fuck,” he said slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We’re having a rat, Jim. It’s your empire. If you want to have a fuck, that’s fine with me. You don’t need my permission whatsoever, so if you want to have fun, go have some. I want to know who the fucker is and see him punished for it.”
“Are you actually trying to guilt-trip me? Me, Sebastian. The man you have been pushing to take some time off every now and then, because ‘all work and no fun will drive you even more insane’. You said that, once.” His eyes seemed to have darkened even more, black glinting dangerously at Sebastian. He grabbed a few files from his desk and pushed them into Sebastian’s hands, making a few pages scatter over the floor. “It’s one of them, the person you’re looking for. I’m sure you can take it from there.”
Quickly casting his eyes down to the files, he skipped through them, finding that Jim had actually gotten further than Sebastian did. That wasn’t a surprise, but normally they would have discussed this. No, normally Jim would have thought out loud and talked to Sebastian about this, meaning that the sniper would have known much more than he did now. He suddenly realized how much he actually had missed that, but whatever it was that he was feeling for Jim, it was doomed to fail. Surely the criminal had no use for it.
“Your safe-word, what is it?”
“What is it to you?”
Sebastian sighed. “Just answer the question, please.”
The Irishman seemed to contemplate that option for a moment, sucking in his lower lip before he answered, “Cinnamon.”
To give himself something to do, he collected the pages from the floor, looking at Jim as he stood up. Sebastian had reached his emotional boundaries as far as he was concerned; he was done playing for now. “Very well, then. Cinnamon.” He slowly made his way out of the office, locking their gaze one last time before he left. “And thanks for the files, sir.”