Title: A Cure for Boredom
Rating: M (Language, smut (not in this chapter!), some mentions of blood and gore)
As soon as he he finished his first pint, Sebastian wondered why the hell he hadn’t done this earlier. To be honest with himself, he had been craving one since he had left Jim’s office, and that had been a day or two ago. Since then he had been mainly working through the files Jim had give to him, up until the point he was fairly sure it could be only one guy. The pub was a nice no-questions-asked-sort of establishment somewhere in the back-alleys of London and it didn’t took long for him to get himself another round, buying one of his best spotters one as well. Konstantyn was even taller than he was, rugged and beefy, with a cheeky grin as he clinked his glass against Sebastian’s. “Cheers, sir. You seem in a good mood, what’s up with that?”
The blond just shrugged as he gulped the half of his glass down in one go, before he quickly told the Czech in hushed whispers everything about who Sebastian thought the rat was. The pub was noisy enough to drown their conversation, and it wasn’t like anyone would dare to bother them. Konstantyn licked the foam off his lips, because every proper lager should have foam as far as he was concerned, and listened intently, storing away every bit of useful information. His glass was empty by the time Sebastian finished and he waved it around, his eyes a gleaming green.
“So, if we go out rat-huntin’ tonight, what’s up with the beer? Drinkin’ on the job is hardly a proper example, Colonel. And you need to shoot straight. Wouldn’t want M on your ass.”
“You’re a big boy, Nowak,” Sebastian grunted, finishing his own pint as well. “Surely you can handle a pint or two before getting down to business. And I don’t have to shoot. We just have to.. pick him up.”
“Pick ‘im up? I see. And I can, yeah. But can you?” he teased, chuckling when the blond cocked an eyebrow at him. “Saw the new gal ye hired, by the way. German.” His nose scrunched up and Sebastian laughed, getting them another round. “What’s the matter, ‘Tyn? Don’t like Germans?”
“Does anyone likes his neighbours, really?” the Czech mused as he accepted his new pint. “If I remember correctly, Scots and Irishmen aren’t too fond of ye English pricks.”
“Nah, they’re probably still sour over the whole oppression-thing,” Sebastian smirked, his mind wandering a bit when the Irish were mentioned. Jim had been notably courteous since their last spat, even pleasant to be around. Meanwhile the other had lapsed into a rant presumably about Germans, or women, or German women. Sebastian didn’t know, and it didn’t matter to him. He just nodded and pretended to listen while he thought about Jim and drank his beer until they both had run dry again.
After they left it didn’t took long for them to find the guy they were looking for. Everyone was more than happy to point them in the right direction as long as it meant they wouldn’t get into problems themselves, and Sebastian scoffed at them. So much for loyalty. He looked up to the dingy apartment-building where they would find their guy, according to the information. With a nod of his head he sent Konstantyn up the fire escape, opting to go in through the front door himself.
Sebastian kicked it open like it was nothing, the wood splintering as he forced it out of its hinges, and sending the kid scrambling. He really was just a kid in Sebastian’s eyes, possibly not even in his thirties, but he had been stupid enough to blab, and he would pay for that dearly. As expected their prey made a beeline for the fire escape, only to run into the impending form of the Czech brute, which was already enough to knock him down on the floor.
“Hello Jeff,” Sebastian grinned as he came closer, scooping Jeff up from the floor while the boy started to sputter and ramble. The sniper just tutted and threw him over Konstantyn’s shoulder, beckoning for him to follow. “Yes, yes. I’m sure you didn’t mean to do it, that they threatened you, that you have all kinds of standard excuses which I’m really not interested in.” Some more unintelligent ramble followed, and he rolled his eyes. “Fact is, you should have known better. You know what happens to people who blab, Jeffrey. They get silenced.”
Widened, tawny eyes looked up to the two tall men as the spotter threw him in the trunk of the car, sweat beading at the mousy moustache. Jeff opened and closed his mouth like a fish on the land would gape for air, and whatever he wanted to say, it didn’t have Sebastian’s interest. The lid closed with a slam and Sebastian gave Konstantyn a smack on the biceps. “You got one pint less than me, so you get to drive. You know where to go.”
When the car stopped in a familiar, industrial area, Sebastian’s lips curled up at the sight. It seemed so long ago that he and Jim had been there, while in reality it only had been a few days. So much had happened and changed in the mean time. The sniper didn’t bother with waiting around, just marching into the building and counting on the spotter to follow him. Jeffrey kept squirming in the strong hold, pleading for his nugatory life, which both Sebastian and Konstantyn ignored steadily. As soon as he opened the door he looked into a pair of familiar hazel eyes, and he grinned as he spotted her, the woman it all started with.
“Mac, good to see you again.”
“Colonel Moran,” she mused, returning the grin and nodding at the twitching body. “What have you gotten me? Interrogation, punishment, something to play with?”
“Depends who you want to play with,” Sebastian shrugged, making the Czech chuckle. “You can work your magic, doll. It’s just a rat.”
Her face scrunched up in disgust, and she signalled that Konstantyn could just strap the kid up. “I’ll see what I can do. I’m sure it will be.. satisfying.” The spotter huffed another laugh, looking down on the small form as soon when he was done, grinning teasingly. He was easily more than a foot taller than Mac, and it seemed to amuse him greatly. “I didn’t know your kind came in pocket size as well, look at that.” She just smiled a sickly sweet smile that didn’t suit her and got a scalpel, sliding through fabric and skin in one go, right at the balls. It made both men cringe, the room filling with Jeffrey’s wailing sobs and screams.
The Czech slowly slinked away, opting to stand next to his superior to watch the scene, shooting him a telling look of impressed appreciation. Sebastian just grinned; he already knew Mac was more than adequate, and it was nice to see her work again. It was the first time he brought Konstantyn. The man was strong and fit enough to help with physical jobs, and he already assumed that the Czech would just love it. It was good to see that he had been right about that. Konstantyn watched every move with interest, asking questions, offering suggestions, and after a moment Mac even stepped away from the table, allowing him to have a go.
She slowly got off her gloves as she joined Sebastian, her eyes still fixed on the squirming and screaming twenty-something. “So, Colonel. Having a new beau already?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“A new beau,” she repeated, her voice lowered so that Konstantyn couldn’t hear them over the screaming. “If you don’t mind my impertinence, of course.”
“Konstantyn is my subordinate,” Sebastian said slowly, slightly confused. His confusion only grew when she huffed a laugh and shook her head. “We all are, Colonel. Well, except for one person.”
“Hold up.” The sniper frowned and finally tore his gaze away to look at her, his head tilted. “If you think he’s my “new beau”, which is a stupid word by the way, does that mean you thought Jim was too?”
“Boyfriend, then. Whatever,” Mac said with a roll of her eyes. “And you get to call him Jim? I think that’s already a tip-off. Not to mention he seemed quite.. intent on bringing you pleasure. I mean, I realized later I was just a tool for him to use in achieving that. Not that I minded, I had.. fun. But still…”
Her words died out in a mutter and Sebastian was silent as well as he considered her words. He actually hadn’t thought about it from someone else’s point of view. All what he had been thinking about was Jim, about impressing him and showing off what he could do. Much like with his job he had craved Jim’s praise and attention, without really taking into account why the criminal actually paid so much attention to him. It wasn’t like Jim was bounteous with showing appreciation, let alone affection.
The dying away of screams shook him out of his thoughts, and Sebastian suddenly realized that Mac wasn’t even standing next to him anymore. Jeffrey was hardly recognizable, it was just shreds of skin and splashes of blood and other bodily fluids. At least that problem had been taken care of. His phone twirled around in his hand as he got it out of his pocket, his thumb pausing mid-air before he started to type a text.
Problem has been taken care of, boss. SM
As always, he didn’t have to wait long for an answer, the tell-tale buzzing sound echoing through the room.
Leave the kids to play then. We have matters to discuss. JMx
Give me a moment, and I’ll be on my way. SM
Sebastian used that moment to ensure that everything would be taken care off accordingly. That would most likely happen anyway, but he could buy himself some more time this way as well. He didn’t even drove as fast as he usually would have done. It would probably be business-matters, that’s all they had been discussing the last few days after all. Maybe Jim just wanted to know how the evening went, meaning that Sebastian was kind of working himself up over nothing. He brushed a hand through his hair before he went into Jim’s study, finding him behind his desk and surrounded by files, as usual.
He patiently waited for the criminal to look up, and eventually he did, dark eyes connecting with blue one’s. As always Jim gestured to a chair to indicate that Sebastian should sit, which he did in his usual wide-legged pose, elbows resting on the arms of the chair. The criminal would probably remark that he was sitting like a whore, as usual, but Sebastian didn’t care. He sat comfortable like this, had been doing so since he was younger. Jim’s eyes did seem to flit over his form, and the sniper braced himself for a remark, but it didn’t came.
Instead Jim slowly closed his laptop, as if he wanted to indicate that Sebastian would have his full attention. He even leaned a bit forward, and the blond copied the motion involuntarily.
“Did I give you enough space the last few days?”
Sebastian jerked his head a bit, frowning as if he hadn’t understood well. “Sorry?”
“You indicated you had reached your boundaries,” Jim said stiffly, slightly rolling his eyes about the fact he had to elaborate. “I’m merely trying to be considerate.”
“Ah. I see.” His lips almost twitched up in a grin. Jim trying to be considerate was a rare sight, and Sebastian actually had not expected he would ever see the day. He immediately thought about Mac’s words, about how Jim had seem intent on pleasing him. Maybe she did have a point, however bizarre it was to him. “Yeah, sure. I’m comfortable.”
Thin, black eyebrows perched up as soon as Sebastian had said that and Jim languidly shoved a pile of files into the sniper’s general direction. “Want to play, tiger?” he grinned, dark eyes glinting at him, making him look wicked and divine all at once. Like Sebastian could ever resist that. He gave a playful shrug as he shoved the folders closer, leaning back as he started to skip through them. There were quite some interesting faces, and Jim really outdid himself with making the selection, but somehow, there was nothing that appealed to him wholly.
Looking back up, his brow furrowed at the criminal, his head tilting as he smacked the last folder on the messy pile he had made. “Yours is not in here.”
“Mine? My file? Why would I have a file on myself?” Jim huffed, eyes narrowing.
“Then how I am supposed to pick you?”
“Pick me,” the criminal repeated, raising one eyebrow. “I don’t think you fully realize what you’re getting yourself into, Bastian.”
The sniper shrugged, offering him a handsome, lopsided grin. “Only one way to find out, isn’t there?”
Jim chuckled and pushed himself up in one smooth, graceful move, advancing on Sebastian like a predator stalking prey. Pale hands grabbed the armrests as he leaned forwards, his face only inches away from Sebastian’s, and the sniper leaned back a bit at the sudden vincinity.
“I will push you to your boundaries again and again,” he drawled, eyes flitting from Sebastian’s eyes to his mouth and back. “I will demand your attention, expecting it every waking minute of every waking hour. I’ll expect you to give me everything you have, and more, and then there is still a chance I won’t be satisfied with it. If you pick me.. If you want me, you will be mine. There is no going back from that, Moran. Only death.”
The grin was back on Sebastian’s face, his eyes a flashing blue as he huffed a laugh. “Nothing new there, sir. I have been yours since the moment I laid my eyes on you.” A swift move of his head was enough to get up close, and he lazily kissed him. Nothing too fancy, just a gentle press of his lips to underscore his words, to ensure Jim that Sebastian knew very well what he was getting into. Or at least, he thought he knew, and he was still more than happy to try. After all, he did like a bit of a gamble.
There was a silence for a moment, until Jim blinked and seemed to come back to his senses, grinning as well. “Well, if that’s all you have to offer, we’re certainly not playing, dear,” he chuckled, his hands slowly creeping up over Sebastian’s arms. The sniper just huffed and went in for another kiss, a proper one now. Lips slid together smoothly and Jim’s clever fingers entangled in the blond strands of hair, tugging at it to hear him growl. Fucker probably already knew all his soft spots by now, but that didn’t withhold Sebastian from doing his very best. The boss had to be satisfied, after all.
His own arms wrapped around the slender waist, fingers drawing over Jim’s back, smoothing down the expensive fabric of the suit and bringing him closer. Jim flushed against him with a cute little noise Sebastian pretended not to hear, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable. Not now he finally could have him and kiss him, tasting him while he licked into Jim’s mouth, his tongue flicking against the other. Jim’s kisses were just like him; brilliant, pushy and forceful, their lips moving against each other as they sucked at each other’s lips and tongue. Sebastian bit down, tugging at the delightfully soft lower lip with his teeth, his chest already heaving in anticipation.
His lungs burned by the time he pulled back, and he took in Jim’s slightly swollen lips with a smirk on his face. “I take that you agree with my choice then?”
“Well,” Jim drawled, brushing his hand through Sebastian’s hair. “I can’t deny that your taste seems to improve lately.” Slithering backwards off the sniper’s lap, he straightened his tie and brushed his hands over the lapels of his jacket, like it wasn’t going to meet the bedroom floor in a few minutes. “And I asked if you wanted to play, and you clearly do. Denying a good pet a treat after holding it up for him is a cruel thing to do.”
“You’re a cruel man,” Sebastian pointed out easily, his grin only widening.
“You like it.”
“Wouldn’t want you any other way.”
Jim laughed, and it seemed a genuine laugh for once. Not a cold sneer or his usual cruel chuckle, and Sebastian was positively enthralled by the sound of it. The criminal shook his head and sauntered to the door, snapping his fingers playfully. “Come on then, tiger. Let’s play.”