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Blood

Two new parts in two days?? Well yeah, the main reason is that I wanna finish all the starters I've already written before I start with my next prompt. I hope you enjoy it and anyway, here's a

Trigger warning: Knifeplay, blood and as close to smut as I'll ever get (mxm of course).

Have fun with this one, my beans

Jim had stopped in the doorframe, allowing himself to take in the scene in front of him slowly, enjoying the feeling of having time. There was no need to rush things.

His hair was still wet from the shower and he had pushed the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, his bare feet made no noise on the thick scarlet carpet. Sebastian hated hotels like this, the parading of all this useless luxury made his skin crawl with the need to burn the building down, Jim could see it in his eyes. But Jim himself had always had a weak point for luxury, for champagne worth a small fortune and bathtubs that were comfortable enough for two people, even if one of them was uncommonly buff. More than once people had to double take because they thought Sebastian was his bodyguard. Just his bodyguard. The thought made Jim smile.

Sebastian was sleeping on his stomach, the pristine white sheets rumpled and the duvet kicked down to his feet. Jim had turned the heating up and the sniper had complained about the warmth until they had undressed. One of his hands was resting under the pillow he had buried his face in, most definitely it was closed around his favourite Glock right now. Even in his sleep Sebastian refused to be unarmed.

Jim stepped closer towards the bed and moved to climb onto it from the far end. The mattress dipped but Sebastian didn't wake up. Again Jim allowed himself to pause and take in the sight of his naked bodyguard, sleeping in his bed. If the people could see them now.

Jim's smirk widened when he crawled over the other man's body, leaning down to let his lips brush over the lowest point of his back. Sebastian twitched and made a little noise in his sleep. Jim answered with a quiet hum and leaned up, letting his tongue wander up over Sebastian's spine until the other man moved with a grunt.

"...You can be glad that I know it's you" he murmured, voice rough from sleeping and Jim could hear the smile in it. He gave up supporting himself on the mattress and fitted himself against Sebastian's back, cheek resting on one shoulder . He could feel himself move up slightly every time the sniper breathed in.

"Why" he breathed softly, running one hand up Sebastian's side "Don't think an intruder could do this as well?"

"I do hope they wouldn't go as far as licking me. Besides, I know your smell."

"Of course you do." Jim shifted so they were laying back to back, ignoring the other man's groan in protest as he looked up at the decorated ceiling. Small fat angels, carved fruits, horses in battle armour. "Know what I think about Venice?"

"No, but  I sure as hell know you won't let me go back to sleep before you told me."

"Clever boy." Jim chuckled and rolled off him, nudging Sebastian between the shoulder blades. "Turn around."

Sebastian buried his sigh in the thick pillows and obeyed, turning onto his back and blinking into the light. Jim moved to straddle his waist and made sure Sebastian looked up at him instead of the artistic ceiling.

"So what about Venice?"

Jim ignored the question and leaned down to mouth along Sebastian's jaw, nipping at his neck, both hands sprawled out on the snipers chest. Sebastian let out a long breath and when Jim glanced up his eyes were half closed again. It made him pull back and look the sniper over slowly, spread out underneath him. It was unusual enough that Sebastian blinked his eyes open again and frowned up at him, both hands resting on Jim's thighs. "...What?"

Again Jim didn't reply to the question. Instead he leaned over Sebastian and reached for the nightstand, opening the top drawer and pulling out a scalpel. He could feel the muscles of Sebastian's stomach tense when he saw what Jim was holding. It made Jim smirk. He placed both hands on Sebastian's shoulders again, the scalpel between his fingers, and leaned onto them, pinning the sniper down. The familiar mixture of fear and anticipation on Sebastian's face was almost enough to make him shiver. Jim was still fully closed and the fine wool of his trousers rubbed against Sebastian's ribcage.

"I'm gonna hurt you now" Jim said softly, not releasing Sebastian's gaze as he kept looking him in the eyes. Still he noticed Sebastian's lips parting, as if his breath was hitching. "...Ask me please."

"Please" Sebastian echoed without a moment of hesitation and without averting his gaze; Jim hadn't trained his attack dog almost five years for nothing.

Jim hummed and pulled back, averting his gaze from Sebastian's face to his chest, lifting the scalpel and placing the tip right under the sniper's sternum. He could feel Sebastian's breathing go shallow, so the movement of his chest wouldn't nick the skin.

"Tiger?"

"Please."

And Jim pushed down. He drew an elegant line down, almost til where he is sitting, the soft flesh of Sebastian's stomach quivering with the pain. The blood formed a line, broke it and pooled around his navel before it spilled on the sheets. Jim made a delighted noise. Again he set the tip down, further up and drew it down the center of the sniper's chest in a neat line, using his free hand to run his fingertips through the blood, smearing it over Sebastian's chest before he leaned down to lick some of it off. Above him the sniper moaned.

Jim pulled back, his lips covered in blood and made a show out of licking them clean just to make Sebastian laugh. Before he could move again he was pulled down into a kiss, eager, transferring the metallic taste of blood from Jim's tongue to Sebastian's. Jim leaned into the kiss, rolled his hips down and Sebastian gasped against his lips when the blade bit his skin again. And again Jim wiped his fingers through it, smearing some on Sebastian's own lips and he could feel the sniper's erection against the back of his thigh and this, this was better than heroine, this was better than smashing in skulls. Sebastian squirming and groaning underneath him and the warm blood that stuck his grey shirt to the sniper's chest, prove enough that this was real. That they were here. Alive. Together.

***

Afterwards Jim is dozing against Sebastian's chest and the scalpel has long scattered to the floor. His thighs ache pleasantly, there's a warm spot right under his left ear and Sebastian's breath feels warm in his hair.

"The maid will have a heart attack" he murmurs and Jim chuckles sleepily.

It's good, this. Whatever it is. Even if it means sticky sheets and bruises on his neck that are impossible to cover and two missed meetings in one day.

"I should kill you, you know."

Sebastian just laughs. "I'd like to see you try."