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Stranger: Care to explain the bullet holes in my sitting room walls, Seb? -JM

You: I’d rather not…-SM

Stranger: Alright, skipping the pretence that that was a request: Explain the bullet holes in my sitting room walls, Moran. -JM

You: Another assassin got into your appartment. I tried not to break anything but he got off a couple of shots while I was dissarming him. I can come by with som poxy and paint later and fix them up-SM

Stranger: You let an assassin get into my flat? /Another/ assassin—for that matter. -JM

You: I’m fairly sure it’s an inside job. I’m still trying to figure out who’s letting them in. I didn’t want to bother you about it. Sorry sir. -SM

Stranger: I want the rat by the end of the day, or it will be on your head. Is that clear? -JM

You: Yes sir. -SM

Stranger: Excellent. And you will be fixing my walls after you take care of the rat. -JM

Stranger: And then we’ll consider punishment for /another/ assassin getting into my home. -JM

You: Yes sir, of course. -SM

You: -later that day…-

You: I found the traitor sir, he’s been taken care of. -SM

Stranger: Proof it was both the traitor and his disposal. You’ve apparently been doing less-than-desirable work lately. -JM

You: Yes sir… Do you want me to come by and fix the wall now? -SM

Stranger: Bring me proof of both instances when you come in. -JM

You: I will. -SM

You: Sebastian walked up to the door of Jim’s flat, a manilla folder in his hand with a few security camera stills of Vincent meeting with both assassins as well as a few pictures he’d taken of his irrefutably dead body. He rang the bell, sighing and waiting to be let in.

Stranger: The lock clicked, the bolt pulled back and the door opened as far as the chain (that as new) allowed. “Name and purpose,” came the command of a rather large man on the other side (that too was new).

You: His brows furrowed for a moment, eyes skaning what they could get of the man through the crack in the door, sizing him up. Sebastian Moran. Jim told me to come… I’m here to fix the wall…”

Stranger: The man quirked a bow, slamming the door shut. The chain jingled and dropped, the door opened again, the man stepped aside. “Weapons are to be left with me,” he said, holding his hand out.

You: He gave the man a dead pan stare as he deftly removed all the weapons from his person except the folding blade in his watch and the knife sewn into the leather of his boot. if the man was any good as a body guard he’d hopefully find the knife. He seriously doubted he’d find the folding blade.

Stranger: He catalogued the weapons and waved Sebastian in. “Mr. Moriarty is in his office,” he said. Jim was in his office, tapping away at his phone and humming along with the classical music floating out of the speakers of his computer.

You: Sebastion had to stop himself from giving him a disgusted look right then and there. He walked stiffly into Jim’s office shaking his head. Where’d you pick up the gorilla? He’s useless, didn’t even check my shoes”

Stranger: Jim raised his brows, whistling. “He’s White’s newest. You’re the only one coming in and he knows that, figured it would be good to see what he has before letting White train him.” He looked up. “Evidence and then the walls and then we’ll talk your punishment.”

You: his lip twitched in disgust. He had bricks for brains, that’s what he had. Even airport yokles checked shoes. he set the folder down on his desk, pullong a small container of wood putty out of the pocket of his cargo pants and turning it in his hand nervously. “That enough proof, or did you want his heart in a box as well?”

You: *pulling

Stranger: Jim purred, “Oh, darling huntsman, I’m not looking for the fairest who will be my downfall.” He skimmed through the evidence, humming agreeably. “Yes, this is enough, thank you.” He glanced up. “White does pick them stupid, doesn’t he? Stupid takes orders well but I wish I could get /someone/ with brains.” He waved. “Walls. I’m still thinking about what to do with you.”

You: He scowled for a moment, eyes downcast as he turned quickly to the wall in question, applying and smothing the putty to the bullet holes before putting it away and pulling out a small jar of paint that perfectly matched the color of the wall and a well worn brush. he carefully daubed it onto the pail spots untill the damage was completly unnoticeable.

Stranger: Jim hummed, coming out into the sitting room to sit in one of his plush armchairs. He watched Sebastian detail until the damage would be completely undetectable to anyone who didn’t know it’d been there. Dark eyes flicked over the wall, nodding. Yes, better.

You: He rubbed the brush aross his hand, smearing it with the paint so it would dry quickly and cleaning it out of the prush before slipping it back in his pocket. “have you thought of what to do with me yet?” he muttered, not quite turning to face him,

You: *brush

Stranger: “A few ideas,” Jim said, in an almost pleased tone. The first of which was fire him—which would end in literal fire—but he had almost dismissed it. It was hard to come by loyalty like Sebastian’s and killing him would be a damn shame. Cutting off bits of him might serve nicely.

You: He turned to face him then, face impassive. “will you be enacting them now or is it more of a ‘watch you squirm from a distance’ thing?” he asked. there was a defeated tone in his voice. he was resigned to whatever sick twisted punishment Jim decided on, he just hoped he’d get out of it alive.

Stranger: “I’m not sure what I like best,” Jim said. “Two assassins managed to get into my flat, under your watch. I should kill you for it, my dear.”

You: he felt a twisting in his chest at Jim’s words. He was right of course, Jim had had him kill underlings for less, much less, but he’d rather hoped that maybe he was just valuable enough to be an inconveniance to kill. he fantasized for a moment about just pulling the knife out of his boot and finishing Jim then and there. rediculous of course, he’d probably anticipate it, and besides, Sebastian wasn’t the type to turn and bite his master’s hand. more likely to die by his hand, irrationaly faithfull to the end.

Stranger: “I can’t take off your fingers, you’d lose all value then.” He says, motioning Sebastian over. “Kneel, pet.”

You: “true…” he muttered, brow furrowing ever so slightly in confusion as he went up to Jim and went down on one knee before him, looking up at him curiously.

Stranger: Jim cocked his head to one side, frowning ever so slightly as he studied Sebastian’s face. After a moment, he sighed and took a fistful of Sebastian’s hair, yanking his head back to expose the long column of his throat. “Knife, pet,” he commanded, holding out his free hand.

You: His heart rate kicked up a notch and he tried to controll his breathing, nerves pressing down on his ribs like a weight. he got controll over himself, stairing up at the ceiling calmly as he reached in the back of his boot, pulling out his knife and handing it to Jim, only his heart gave him away as it treacherously continued to hammer. maybe Jim would cut it out for him…

Stranger: He traced the tip up and down Sebastian’s throat, pressing just hard enough to draw blood at the hollow. “Obedient and loyal, almost to a fault. I say I should kill you and you put a weapon in my hand rather than using it. Why is that, pet?” He tapped the tip against the sniper’s Adam’s apple in time to the pulse jumping in his throat.

You: “Oh y’know,” his voiced was strained from the angle of his head, “hard to get someone with brains.” he swallowed, voice box straining against the skin of his neck, like it was rising eagerly to meet the knife. “loyal to a fault.” he said more quietly, eyes still fixed calmly on the ceiling. “everyone has a weakness I guess…”

Stranger: “I’d rather not lose that,” Jim murmured, dragging the knife-tip along Sebastian’s jaw. “How did a rat slip by you?”

You: “Vincent gave them the card keys” he said, voice steady. “That shuts down most of the flat’s alarms except on the safes and a few rooms, but I had some extra motion sensers installed that link directly to my phone and a camera that takes a mug shot of anyone coming in. I came as soon as they got in…”his eyes grew cold for a moment, face still impasive. “Vincent was a better liar than I gave him credit for.” He’d been about as close as Seb had to a friend, but he’d crossed Jim, so he’d had to die. Sebs knuckles were still bruised from the confrontation. Vincent didn’t die quickly, sebastion didn’t let him.

Stranger: “So what then? He bat his eyelashes and you handed over the card keys?” The knife pressed in along the soft-spot under the jawbone, just below his ear, hard enough to draw blood. “White doesn’t know me half as well as you and he fully understands the concept of keeping keys into my home under several locks of his own. It’s shameful and embarrassing when I can trust someone so low in rank more than my right-hand.”

You: “They were in my personal safe” he said, not twitching as Jim drew blood again. “he broke into it after he came over for drinks on sunday, I thought ehe was off somewhere being hungover.” his neck was really starting to cramp, muscles threatening to spasum but he didn’t move an inch.

Stranger: Jim dragged the blade up to Sebastian’s chin, opening a shallow cut. “Oh? So you let a man near your safe while you were intoxicated. Yes, much better. I’m so very pleased with you, Moran.”

You: “I thought he was drunk too.” he grumbled, the cuts stung and itched and his neck was screaming in protest but he still didn’t move, still didn’t dissarm Jim for some reason though he could knock away the knife before he could move to end him. He just knelt there and let jim shame him, and he was ashamed. he wanted nothing more than to bring Vincent back and kill him over and over again, watch the light die in his eyes. he deserved it for making a fool of him like this, for making him fail, fail Jim.

Stranger: The knife dragged down to the hollow of his throat again, not quite deep enough to draw blood but an angry, stinging red line followed the blade. It rested on the previous, tiny cut. Then pressed half a centimetre in and twisted. “If you live through this,” Jim says, calmly, fascinated with the welling and dripping of blood, “What are you going to do to make it up to me?”

You: the muscles of his neck tightened for a split second as the blade bit into him. “Anything.” the word sprang to his lips almost before his brain could bother processing it. it wasn’t pleading, it was simply a statement

Stranger: Jim hummed. The potential in that was intriguing. He released Sebastian’s hair, knife remaining where it was. “I don’t trust you much anymore Sebastian. That’s a problem.”

You: He let his head tilt up slightly, not enough to send the blade in deeper but enough to relieve his neck a bit. he could feel blood trickling down his neck and pooling at his collarbones. “how can I prove myself to you, I’ll do anything, ” he’d restrained himself from defending his life, at this point he didn’t know what he could do, but whatever it was he’d do it unquestioningly.

Stranger: Jim hummed again. /Anything/ was vast and lovely. The ideas. He drew the blade away, leaning forward to lap at the pooling blood. /Anything/ then? “Your friends,” he said against Sebastian’s neck, tongue laving over the wound. “Anyone you’re close to aside from myself and White. Kill them.”

You: something electric lanced through his chest as Jim’s tongue lapped at his skin, his eyes sliding out of focus for a moment as he stared blanky ahead. “Yes, alright.” he murmured, voice rough. he’d tear them appart with his bear hands if he had to, to prove himself to Jim. Shame about his little brother, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about that

Stranger: He lapped up Sebastian’s neck to the wound along the underside of his jaw. “White will go through those you’ve hired. If any of them turn out less than desirable, you’ll kill them as well.” He suck at the origin of the cut.

You: His breath grew heavy in a way he couldn’t quite controll. the feel of Jim’s tongue and the sound of his voice were hypnotic. “Yes, of course.” he murmured again, already going through his list of employees and marking down thoughs he probably ought to kill, even if White did give them the ok. he became aware that his heart was pounding again, although it didn’t seem like Jim was going to kill him anymore.

Stranger: “You will move in here,” Jim murmured, gripping Sebastian’s hair again, tilting his head back again so he could slowly trace the cut with his tongue. “Where I can keep an eye on you. The only personal effects you’re allowed are your weapons.” He bit at his throat.

You: his heart thudded in his chest and his breath cought in his throat, he arched his neck compliantly. “Y-yes!” that one had been a plea, an afirmation, a surender. he felt a shudder run through him, Jim’s mouth was doing unprecedented things to him, his whole body was alight and he strained to stay still under Jim’s touch

Stranger: He let go of Sebastian’s hair, pulled away. Leaning back in his chair he cocked his head to the side, dark eyes studying curiously. His lips were reddened with blood he hadn’t licked off—some smeared across his face. He lifted a brow at Sebastian.

You: Sebastian’s head slumped forward loosly for a moment, as though his neck had lost the ability to supourt it on it’s own. he raised His face to look at Jim again, eyes still wide and slightly out of focus, lips just parted. As he looked at Jim, eyes refocusing, his gaze was both placid and hungry. he breathed slowly through his mouth, trying to regain some of his usualy ironclad composure

Stranger: “Well then,” Jim said after a moment, rolling his neck, a Cheshire grin spreading across his face. “There is someone liable to put me in danger in this flat.” He lapped the blade of the knife before holding it out to Sebastian. “Take care of it.”

You: Sebastian stood immediatly, taking the knife, eyes cold yet eager. This was what he lived for. he strode calmly towards the shaved gorilla sitting on a comicly small stool by the door. the man shot him what he must have thought was an intimidating look as he came level with him but he didn’t even have time to change it to a look of surprise before Sebastian turned, burrying the knife in eye and twisting it deep in his brain. catching him by the front of his shirt he leaned him back so that he’d only bleed on himself as the last sparks of life twitched from his body. he took off his own jacket and put it under his head as he dropped him to the floor, just to be sure he wouldn’t bleed over onto the floor. digging the knife out of the man’s eye he wiped it on the man’s shirt before returning to Moriarty.

Who are you stranger?