Live-In One (MorMor)

Part of the Game

[Quick A/N: Apologies for the long break in chapters, but I have been taking exams. Fortunately, I'm now done with school so I'll be able to update more often. (Hopefully) Well, That's all for now. Enjoy the chapter!]

There was a long silence between the two men, and it was only broken when Jim clicked off the safety. The man in the chair made a soft grunt, then a sigh.

"...Fine.." He muttered. A grin erupted on the criminal's face, but he pressed the barrel of the gun harder against his head.

"Fine What?" He questioned teasingly, making the man in front of him let out a small growl.

"...Fine. I'll work for you.." His voice was quiet, but of course it was. Agreeing to something you don't want to do or get killed was never a fun situation unless you're the one giving the order. But if that's the case.. then it's a blast.

Jim soon pulled the gun away from the man's head, clicking the safety back on before sticking it back in his pocket. "I'm glad you're finally seeing it my way darling." He giggled, moving back to take his seat in front of the man.

"Aren't you going to untie me? I agreed to that little deal of yours." He growled in distaste, eyeing the man with an emotion that could only be deduced as: Hate. The criminal across from him simply let out a soft chuckle.

"In due time Sweetheart. If I let you go now, you'd grab one of those pretty little toys right there," He paused, gesturing to the weapons on the table near them. "and most likely kill me and collect your little prize." He stated simply, crossing his arms. "You need to know your place, and you need to know that you're no longer in charge." A slight growl followed the criminals words.

The attacker glared daggers at the man in front of him. "Prick." He hissed through his teeth, pulling a smirk from the criminal.

"Careful darling, I only want to ask a few simple questions." He purred in fake innocence.

"What?" The man snapped.

"Well, let's start off with something simple. Your name. Is it what's printed on that tag?" The criminal gestured to the dog tags that laid around his neck. "I'm assuming it is, but of course it could be a loved ones." He have a slight shrug of his shoulders. The man in front of him let out a snort.

"You can tell that I have a history of alcohol abuse, that I've been in the military and discharged three years ago, but you can't tell what my name is?" He stated almost mockingly. Now it was Jim's turn to glare at the man before him.

"I'd be careful with what you say around your new boss. Because you know, I don't just fire people. I make sure that they're... properly disposed of." He gave a sort of wicked grin.

There was another short pause between the men before the attacker spoke again. "Whatever, fine. It's what's on the tag." He growled.

"Difficult man to work with, aren't you... Sebastian?" Jim had practically rolled the man's name between his teeth, getting a feel for it. Sebastian on the other hand gave a short huff at the mention of his name, making the criminal chuckle in delight.

"Of course I don't blame you. Forced to work for the man you wanted to kill. How is it, may I ask? Doing other people's dirty work?" He tilted his head curiously. The other man simply let out a scoff.

"You ask me like you've never done it before." He stated through clenched teeth. Jim simply raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I most certainly have. But that was back when I was an ignorant child. I've matured since then of course. I don't like getting my hands dirty, but of course that doesn't mean I won't do it." A small chuckle erupted from the criminal's throat as he finished.

"Then why the hell do you want me?" The man in the chair growled. Jim simply raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't it obvious?" When the man just gave him a blank stare, he let out a small sigh. "Dear God, you ordinary ones.. You always were so slow." He received a glare at his words, but he didn't even acknowledge it.

"You seem to know what you're doing to an extent. After all, you've killed so many people without getting caught. If you can really shoot, I could use you." He let out a simple shrug and explained it as if it was the simplist thing in the world.

The man blinked a few times before sending him a scowl. "So you forced me to work for you because of that?" He growled between his teeth. Jim only sent him an amused grin.

"I didn't force you." The criminal mused.

"Yes you did."

"Yeah okay, I did." He stated with a simple shrug of his shoulders, a playful grin resting on his lips. "But it was quite funny to see you give in so easily. I thought you were better than that, soldier." There was an almost mocking tone in the criminal's voice.  

The man, Sebastian, sent him a fiery glare. 

"You were holding a fucking gun to my head! Was I supposed to just put on a show for you?!" He questioned sarcastically, his voice raising in the process.

"Whoa, struck a nerve did I?" Jim chucked, standing up from his once seated position. "I suppose I was just a bit disappointed. Didn't your higher up's teach you not to give in to the enemy so quickly?" A smirk crept onto his lips. A test. 

The man in the chair roughly pulled at his restraints, sending the criminal a deadly glare. "You don't have any right to talk about that, you hear me?!" He snapped.

In mere moments, there was a fierce grip around Sebastian's throat. Jim gave him serious stare, his cocky attitude disappearing from his features.

"Rule one of working for me." He started, a slight growl to his words. He gave the man's throat a threatening squeeze. "Don't ever tell me what to do. Got it?" He barked, staring dangerously into the man's bright blue eyes. No emotion stared into them. The criminal's eyes were almost like a shark. They were dead. The feeling sent a chill down Sebastian's spine. 

Feeling as if they had reached an unspoken agreement, Jim let go of the man's throat. He slipped back into his chair and crossed one leg over the other. 

"You'll soon understand you know." The criminal mused.

"Understand what?" A glare stared back at him.

"That you're no longer going to live the way you were. You work for me. Which means that I practically own you. You don't do anything without my consent. If you do, I'll kill you." He stated simply. 

"Not very fair." The man in the chair responded.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm not a fair man. This is my game, and I control every part of it. I make the rules, I decide who plays, and I decide who wins." A smirk appeared on Jim's lips.

"You're now a mere pawn in the midst of my game."