Seb got outside and ran. He just ran, he ran through mud and grass , he ran across roads, through broken glass , he didn't care he just carried on. He reached a liquor shop, and realised he had no money. He walked in and quickly lifted a bottle of cheap vodka, running out of the door again, and down the street, leaving bloody footprints as he went.
***
Jim, still in the flat, sent off a text to an old acquaintance, who he'd seen rather a lot of in the past two years. No pun intended.
Come and play?? ;) x
He didn't bother putting the phone in his pocket, he knew the response would he near immediate.
As he expected, 10 seconds later, Jim received a reply. He didn't smile. He hated what he was doing , going to do. He hated himself for it . But he read the text.
Usual place?
He frowned and tapped at the keyboard of his phone.
Different place. Those fancy flats at new point. Number 14. 10 minutes. Don't be late.
10 seconds later.
On my way.
***
Finally, panting, Seb reached the door to the flat, and slumped in the doorway with a thump, not wanting to go in.
Jim was trying to hurt him. He was almost sure of it. He didn't want to be. Didn't want to believe it.
Seb had been gone a good hour, hurting, tired and cold, he gulped down some vodka. He crinkled his nose at the appalling taste, it stung his throat, tears stung his eyes and the wind stung his skin. It started raining, heavily, slicing in sideways. He stood, bottle loose in hand and shoved the key in the lock with a shaky hand, dripping with rain already.
Jim heard the key rattle, and the door open and close. The hinges of the front door were creaky and unused. He shrugged at the naked man beneath him and continued to caress his chest and kiss him, feeling sick.
He needed to hurt Seb enough to drive the man away, or enough to prove to himself he didn't care.
He couldn't see either happening soon.
Jim put on a false smirk , and rested himself on the dark sofa next to the man and waited for Seb.
He heard footsteps through the kitchen, and dripping on the floor. He heard a glass bottle clink, and as Seb came through into the living room, he kissed the man beneath him with all the vigour and false passion he could muster.
"I -oh..." Seb's voice shaky and pain ridden, felt like being stabbed in the chest with a blunted knife.
He laughed .
"Hello Seb! Didn't expect you back so soon."
Jim stood up, completely naked and walked past Seb into the kitchen.
"Vodka? " he questioned, eyebrows raised at the sight of the part emptied bottle of cheap shit.
He turned to look at Seb, a quizzical expression on his face. To find Seb staring, with an agonised , twisted expression on his face at the naked man practically asleep on their sofa.
"Oh!" Seb jumped and span his head round to look at Jim , his expression changed to stone.
"Where are my manners, Seb, this is Alik. Doesn't speak much english, he's russian. Had a lot of fun with him while I was away if you know what I mean." Jim smiled and winked at Seb, and ruffled Alik's blonde hair.
Seb certainly knew what Jim meant . He also knew then that Jim was trying to hurt him, trying to make him jealous, or trying to remind him of horrors he never wanted to remember anything! Anything that he could cause Seb pain with , he did it.
He knew that Jim knew how he felt. Jim had seen a weak spot, and he clearly wanted to take advantage of it. He wouldn't have done this if he didn't know.
He wanted to win. He wanted to win a game that Seb hadn't known he part of until it was too late. The prize to him, was a broken Seb.
The sight of the young handsome man, laying there on the sofa made Seb feel sick to the stomach with rage and jealousy.
He hated him, he hated his boss, most of all he hated himself . Because he was letting Jim win. He was letting Jim win, but he couldn't stop.
"Why the sofa? Why infront of my face when you knew I'd be back? "
Jim smirked , "I neve-"
"YOU FUCKING KNEW YOU TWAT, YOU KNEW. " Seb practically roared, the man on the sofa jumping awaked.
"Knew what ?" the words that Jim was about to speak were like razors on his tounge. "Knew you were getting back soon, or that you'd be jealous and a little heartbroken ?" , the venomous syllables dripped from his mouth.
He finished his jab, with a false pout and a sarcastically sympathetic cock of the head.
This man, Seb thought, this man could hurt with his brain and mouth , more than he ever could with his hands.
The words felt like bullets, lodged in Seb's heart.
"Why." Seb croaked eventually, after staring for some time into Jim's dark and souless eyes, that were carrying a smirk at the pain he had caused.
"Because, you're not much good for anything other than a bit of entertainment ." he spat the last word, narrowing his eyes at Seb.
"Despose of Alik, I'm bored of him. " Jim drawled nonchalantly, and walked into his room. Leaving behind a breaking Seb.
Closing his door and slipping into his bed, the first tear Jim had cried in so many years dropped down his cheek, he ignored it.
YOU ARE READING
Tiger
Fanfiction*post his last vow* Moriarty returns from the dead to his assassin Sebastian Moran. However things don't seem the same... Moriarty competes with his brain, but in his attempt to rid himself of his problems, his feelings, will he just cause torture...
