You: Jim knew something was wrong the moment he woke up and he wasn't at home. He stayed still and took stock of the situation. He was tied up on a concrete floor in the corner, naked except for the roped tying him up and his socks. He felt the soreness of the back of his skull and correctly guessed he'd been knocked unconscious by a blow to the head and stripped, tied up and brought here. There felt like some cloth covering his eyes, so he couldn't see his surroundings at all. Mentally he cursed when he heard footsteps approach where he was.
Stranger: Sebastian was at home. Drinking as usual. He starred emptily at the wall of their crappy apartment in the slums. He didn't really care to be honest but listening to Jim talk about how terrible it was getting annoying. 'Boss' had gone somewhere, he didn't know where, he didn't care at the moment. Jim had pissed him off again. He glanced at his phone in the corner. If the boss needed him, he knew the number.
You: "Looks like our toy has woken up, boys. Goodie." a voice said, sending shivers of fear down Jim's spine. "It's in your own best interest for you to let me go. As is I should skin you and make you into shoes!" Jim hissed out, scared but not going to show it. All he got was a few chuckles before a whistling sound was heard and a boot connected with his bare side causing him to grunt in pain but he bit his lip to keep quiet.
Stranger: He continued to drink and he kicked the chair next to him. "Dammit it James!" He screamed and threw the beer bottle. He hadn't been home for a while. He never knew what that completely arse was going to do. Sebastian took a cigarette from his battered pack and lit it up, loving the smell and taste.
You: Jim bit back any sounds of pain other than a grunt or two as the unknown men continued to kick him, but a tingle of fear went down his spine when they stopped. "Alright boys, now the real fun begins." the lead voice said once more and the sound of clothing rustling was heard as someone stepped close to him and yanked him up by the hair, the man shoving himself into Jim's mouth with a threatened "Bite and you'll be the one missing some skin, along with the muscle and bone beneath it."
Stranger: His head hurt and he put his head in his hands. "Where did you say you were going?" He rubbed his temples and picked up his guitar case. Fucking bastard makes me leave my own damn house because he doesn't have the c- He cut off that trail of thought and walked out the door very angrily. He hit the button on his phone.
You: Outside the building that Jim was trapped in his phone started to ring-no one was around to hear it-with the special tone he's set for Sebastian. Inside Jim was being forced upon by two guys, both different than the first one and they were all laughing and cheering the guys on, calling insults to Jim as it happened.
Stranger: Sebastian knew something was wrong. Instantly. He put his phone away and hurried forward from his apartment. The phone had a tracker in it and thankfully it could work both ways. "Come on man..." Going down the road, his guitar case was thrown over his shoulder.
You: By that time two other guys had taken the place of the one's before. They'd switched with a few kicks to Jim. Once those two were done they started to beat him up again, laughing and insulting him the entire time. After that happening for a few minuets they left, a door closing nearby and the footsteps faded away along with the laughter and noise the men were making.
Stranger: Sebastian saw the men coming out of the building from a rooftop and readied the rifle. He saw one of them saying his bosses name on his lips through the scope and repeatedly fired. "You bastards are going to pay."
You: Jim didn't hear the shots being fired from the room he was in in the back of the building. He'd curled up and tried to keep warm, refusing to cry or show any other sign of weakness as he tried to rid that taste from his mouth.
Stranger: Sebastian killed every single one of them. Then out of a vindictive side he stabbed them once in the balls since he saw one of them tucking himself back into his pants. He moved into the building slowly. "Damn, BOSS!" He yelled out.
You: Jim tensed when he heard footsteps again before relaxing at the sound. "He-re!" he tried to yell, voice breaking and sending him into a coughing fit which was louder than his yelling attempt.
Stranger: In seconds, he was there cutting the robes and removing him from the ground.
You: Even knowing it was Sebastian he still flinched back from the touch before clinging to the sniper, finally letting the sobs out as he removed the blindfold. He hated himself for being so weak.
Stranger: He'd never seen him like this before and he took off his coat to wrap him in it before picking him up. "Calm down, boss. I'm here."
You: He clung to Sebastian, face buried against the man's neck, sobbing still but quieter now. "Take me home, Seb. Please." he whispered between sobs, wanting out of this place. In the corner were his clothes and wallet and handgun, all untouched, obviously they hadn't been done just yet and thought it safe to leave it all there. Inside was even the money Jim had in the wallet.
Stranger: The taller stopped to stuff the items in his guitar case before hurrying back to their apartment. He threw everything that wasn't Moriarty on the couch and took him too the bathroom. "Mother fuck'in Nepture." He muttered examining his face.
You: Jim winced at any touches against the many bruises that littered his body and face, keeping his eyes closed, not wanting to see Sebastian's expression. His lip was bleeding, his right eye blackened by a punch, bruises and cuts littered his upper and lower body and he was bleeding slightly from his rectum.
Stranger: Sebastian faltered. He'd /never/ seen this happen before. The crying. The /bleeding/. "It's alright, boss. I gotcha." He muttered taking a washcloth and trying to wipe the blood, not so gently, from his face.
You: Jim whimpered at the touches as he winced from the pain. He was crying again, this time from his feeling of weakness at having let himself be taken in the first place.
Stranger: Sebastian sighed and wiped the tears from him cheek with a thumb instead of the cloth. "Stop that. You can't be king that way."
You: "I'm not a king, anymore Sebastian. Why would I want to be anyway. Fuck. This is why I wished I'd killed myself on that rooftop rather than agree with you and go into hiding." he whispered furiously.
Stranger: Taken aback but the utterances he continued to clot the blood and he felt like strangling him. "Fuck is right, boss. You are the king. You made the choice to come not me." He wasn't in the mood to make him feel better.
You: "I'm sorry, Seb." he breathed out, knowing the man was right about the reason they were there.
Stranger: Sebastian slapped him on the side of the face, not nearly as hard as the others had hit him but enough to smart. "Don't apologize. You're the king. Act like one. One day we can kill them all since that freak didn't die."
You: "Sebastian. Do you want to know why I didn't care that he didn't die?"
Stranger: He sighed and wet the cloth again before starting on getting the blood on his torso, the water in the sink turning pink. "Why, boss."
You: "Because I didn't care about anyone that was living. I want to die, Sebastian. This world is so stupid, along with the majority of the people in it. It pains me to live, and today is just another reason not to."
Stranger: The taller paused again, knelling to his level. "How long have you felt like this?" He was much, much more gently with him now. What would he do if his boss died? What would he have done if he had actually died on the rooftop?
You: "I've always felt like this. I wasn't so bad when I was younger, but as I got older and saw how stupid the world really could be it got even worse. It dulled when I met you, but even you being around isn't enough to keep the desire for the reaper back."
Stranger: Sebastian stopped what he was doing all together. "You want to end it all?" He asked quietly, his own eyes watching his for once.
You: "I just don't want to live anymore." he said tiredly, looking at Sebastian, eyes showing how tired he really was, straight down to his blackened soul
Stranger: He left out the room and came back holding a gun. He offered it to him, "Fine. You want to be dull in the afterlife and keeping fucking everyone who gives two fucks about you over. Do it. I'll be there shortly." Seb had carried the vodka bottle he'd had with him into the bathroom and drank out of it.
You: Jim looked at Sebastian in surprise before taking the gun with a smile. "Guess we'll be the one's shaking hands in hell, then." he said before taking the gun and placing it against his head and with a whispered "Thank you, Sebby." firing it, dieing instantly and slumping to the floor, a look of peace on what was left of his face.
Stranger: Sebastian kicked the trashcan next to him and slumped against the wall. "Fucking bastard. I was fuck'in joking. I just hope we can fuck in hell too!" He picked up the gun too and put it into his mouth with and fired once as well.
You: Jim opened his eyes, looking around the grey, shadowy area he'd appeared in. Realizing he was standing he turned around just in time to see Sebastian fade into view.
Stranger: He raised his eyebrows at the location. "Well damn. I was expecting fire and shit." He muttered looking around. "That's a damn fucking disappointment that is."
You: "this must be purgatory. Either we stay here stuck forever or we get moved on. Either way, it's better than Earth." he said, for once looking at peace.
Stranger: Sebastian glanced at him, glad he'd appeared without the bruises and felt his face not feeling his scar. "We're going to hell. Why not fuck some." He shrugged.
You: Jim just smiled and walked up to Sebastian and kissed him. "Gladly." he purred.
Stranger: "Second that, boss." He said and pulled him downward.
You: Jim pushed Sebastian onto the ground and straddled his hips-noticing for the first time they were already undressed and shrugged it off-and kissed him again, passionatly.
Stranger: "Someone's eager." Sebastian would have /never/ said that to him while he was alive but damn if he wasn't going to no. What's punishment when you couldn't be made into shoes anymore?
You: Jim just grinned and ground his hips into Sebastian, fighting back his own moan as he grabbed one of Sebastian's hands and sucked two fingers into his mouth.
Stranger: Sebastian ground his hips into Jim's and licked his lips. "I could get used to this." He smirked and pumped the fingers in and out of his mouth. The other hand was caressing his outer thigh.
You: Jim just focused on making sure Sebastian's fingers were fully wet before letting them out of his mouth and leaning down to kiss him, making it easier for the man to gain access to his entrance.
Stranger: That's just what he did. Working one finger into his tight hole, he slowly started to finger fuck him. His tongue was licking Jim's lips for entrance. The man wanted to give his boss a workout.
You: Jim moaned and opened his mouth to Sebastian's tongue as he wiggling his hips a bit at the first finger entering him.
Stranger: He let out a tiny groan as he wiggled and bucked his hips slightly, giving him an example of what was going to happen soon. While he sent his tongue exploring, he added a second finger. He almost chuckled at the moans he was getting out of him. His free hand went up and flicked Jim's cock.
You: Jim moaned, sitting up and forcing Sebastian's fingers deeper inside of him, moaning even louder at the flick against his cock, grinding his hips against Sebastian's own cock as his hands gripped the mans shoulders.
Stranger: Sebastian had a dark grin on his face and continued to use his finger to stimulate him. He leaned up to lick up his throat and took his lover's almost rock dick into his hand with bruising force. "Want it rough?"
You: "I just want it." He moaned out, arching into Sebastian's hand and pushing himself more onto the fingers inside him, wrapping his legs around Sebastian's waist.
Stranger: "As. You. WISH." He stroked his prostate with his longest finger. He'd never been so grateful to have long fingers and Jim to have a large prostate. He bit slightly on his shoulder, his chest rising and falling rapidly. While the man wasn't expecting it he added another finger and steadily fucking him with it. "You ready?"
You: Jim moaned loudly, bucking his hips as the fingers stroked his prostate, not caring about the sounds he was making. He gasped and moaned again at the bite and the extra finger. "Fuck me!" he all but begged, needing Sebastian inside of him.
Stranger: He needed no more telling as he thrust up into the man, stroking the slightly swollen prostate the first go. Jim's heat still gripped him regardless of his preparation. He had to calm himself for a moment before pulling out and thrusting back in.
You: Jim cried out with the first thrust, stars sparking behind his closed eyelids at the direct hit to his prostate, pushing back down to meet the thrusts and every thrust after, moaning Sebastian's name every so often as he did, hands tightly gripping Sebastian's shoulders as he rode him.
Stranger: "Yeah baby, ride that." He gaped out and continued to take him hard enough to make his stomach muscles tense. His other hand was doing terrible things to his cock, stroking, flicking, pinching and smacking. He bit his lip harder and muttered out, "Fuck your hot, Jim."
You: He moaned and gasped with each thrust and stroke, arousal growing and curling quickly in the pit of his stomach, each action pushing him closer and closer to climax. "Fuck, Seb! S-So close!" he moaned out, climax just out of reach.
Stranger: "Same-e." He choked and thrust so hard the man was temporarily lifted off the ground. Sebastian leaned up and bit him hard on the shoulder, "Cum for me baby."
You: Jim cried out as the bite and the last thrust combined to push him over the edge, yelling Sebastian's name as he came over both their stomach's, inner walls clenching tightly around Sebastian's cock inside him as he did, back arching as well.
Stranger: Sebastian's eye almost rolled back into his head at the heat that gripped him to hard it made he cum just from tightness. He briefly wondered if Jim was an Olympian since his back arched so far. He liked the sound of his name on Jim's lips and bit the lower softly as they rode, in every form of the word, the orgasm out.
You: Jim panted and gasped for breath as he slowly came down from the high of the climax, leaning forward and clinging to Sebastian as he did so.
Stranger: He kissed him softly on the mouth when he returned from cloud nine. "Damn."
You: Jim grinned and nodded his head in agreement as he kissed back. "i agree."
Stranger: "I vote we stay here and keep fucking" Sebastian raised his hand.
You: "I second that." he agreed and rolled them over till he was under Sebastian, legs still wrapped around the sniper's waist and kissing him deeply again.
Stranger: "It's a deal." He smirked into the kiss, enjoying it and glad that no one would ever interrupt again. "We can hunt people in purgatory too." He said that happily. "Sure I could make a rifle ghost bullets too."
You: Jim grinned at that and pulled Sebastian into a deep kiss. "I'd like that." he murmured against Sebastian's lips.
