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Flip. Catch. Flip. Catch.
His driver, Warren, said nothing as he rapidly opened and closed the car doors.
Flip. Catch. Flip. Catch.
Christianson, a doorman, also said nothing to him at the carpark entrance as he rode the lift to the lobby.
Flip. Catch. Flip. Catch.
I’ll fucking kill him!
Jim stalked through the lobby of his building, taking a perverse pleasure in those who cowered in the blast radius of his fury.
Flip. Catch. Flip. Catch.
I’ll fucking knife him! Then I’ll fucking kill him!
Panigua, on duty with Jessop at the front door, jumped to his feet at the sight of him as the lift opened to his suite of offices. O’Brien in the lobby had called up and warned them something wicked this way comes. Jessop pocketed his mobile and all but dived out of the way as he opened the doors to let him pass.
Flip. Catch. Flip. Catch.
I’ll fucking knife him! Then I’ll fucking skinnnnnn him! Then I’ll fucking kill him!
Dunbar and Flaherty merely nodded and gave him plenty of space when he wordlessly stomped past them.
At no point did it occur to him that the blade he unthinkingly flipped and caught had been in continuous motion since he walked out of that room, which could have been the reason why.
In the privacy of his bedroom, he saw himself in the full-length mirror, where the shock of it brought him into the present, and he finally missed a catch.
“Fuck!” he looked at the cut on his finger as it quickly welled and dropped.
Because he was in front of the mirror, he saw the crimson spot that fell next to another dried spot.
His spot. His wet spot.
Jim blacked out in the spiral of emotions from past and present overtook him.
NO! I am not that person! I am not used! I am not a nothing! I am not a whore! NO!
Still hyperventilating, Jim walked back into his bedroom from the shower and saw the tattered remains of his clothes. Only his shoes, accessories, and wallet, thrown about the room as he undressed, remained intact. He put away what was needed and then kicked the remains into a pile. The various nicks from where he had literally cut the clothes from his body stung, and the scratches where he clawed at his body to remove all traces of his scent stung more.
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Nearly two hours later, a naked, bleeding, limping, cum-stained Dunbar was being assisted out of the room with help from Jessop.
It was not Dunbar’s first time being bent over and used thusly by Jim.
It was not the first time the barrel-chested beta had begun to remove his clothes and was already half-stripped in anticipation when Jim opened his bedroom door and yelled for him.
Nor was it the first time he needed assistance leaving the bedroom.
It was the first time that the only semen on Dunbar’s body was his own.
Why the hell am I so fucking hot?!
It had been well over a decade since Jim felt so out of sorts. The frustration of still feeling unsatisfied took up prominent thought in his mind as he palmed himself in his need. He felt like he was almost in heat but dismissed the idea, knowing his personalized suppressants were the best on the market. His heats were usually mild with them. Most have no clue when he’s on other than his being testier than usual. Still, now and then, he is hit with an itch that must be scratched, and he knows now that a beta, even a hardy one like Dunbar, was not the scratch post he needed.
Jim was weighing his options when his outer office door opened.
“Hey, boss. Flaherty said I was to come straight in. I’ve got that report on Belarus you wanted and…”
Jim sauntered to the doorway that separated his office from his onsite private suite, saw who entered and stepped into the office himself….
The tall, rugged, ginger-haired man stopped dead at the sight of Jim Moriarty wearing pants and naught else. His nostrils flared, and he slowly placed the papers in his hands on the table by the door. “Sir…?”
Jim Moriarty looked into the bright blue eyes that stared warily but hungrily into his.
Aah, Sebastian Moran, the perrrrfect scratch post.
Jim crooked a finger in a clear ‘ come here now’ order, “Hello Alpha …”
Sebastian wondered how long he had to live as he closed the door and stepped further into the office.
Not that this was an unfamiliar thought- even sometimes a PROXIMATE thought- but he usually at least knew what he’d done.
In this case, he couldn't figure out what was wrong. The job went brilliantly, even though he had specified that he needed to report an anomaly to the boss.
Had he missed something?
The guards had all been really weird, acting like he was in trouble- but no one wanted to be responsible for the boss not getting his report, so they sent him in…and instead of Moriarty, the polished untouchable bit of obsidian, so sharp he could cut you without even trying- impeccably turned out in a suit; he faced a furious man, bruised in a frankly… sexual… fashion, wearing nothing much...
Oh…
He’d seen the boss in these moods a few times before when guarding him. Granted, Jim was usually dressed and not quite so feral looking. And yes, Sebastian has even had to help a few betas out of the room from time-to-time, but he’d never had the man look at HIM like that!
Sebastian remained very still as Jim stalked up to him. He placed the blade just under Sebastian’s belt and sawed through the leather easily.
"Sir, I... I'm not sure what's going on in that brilliant mind of yours, but..."
I was just here to report? You NEVER look at me that way?
Sebastian bit his lip as the clasp and zipper were cut away at the seam. He barely breathed because he was concerned about a certain part of his anatomy.
This close to the nearly naked Jim Moriarty, Sebastian suddenly smelled… something heady and…. Sebastian shook his head, Omega? Where? What? Sebastian barely, just barely, suppressed a growl; that certain part of his anatomy FAR too close to the knife blade most definitely took a more acute interest.
Omega - a light scent, but there… had… had Moriarty fucked an Omega in the room? That was definitely going to add some enthusiasm to any alpha’s libido, but...
"Sebastian, I am quite certain if you could read my mind, you'd either be traumatized or sexually aroused."
The flat of his blade rested on the bulge, now pushing apart the cut-open seams, and Sebastian’s breathing picked up. There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable and oh how Sebastian has desired!
Moriarty looked up at him with a smile Lucifer Himself would want to emulate as the blade oh-so-slowly inched down.
"Or perhaps both?"
“ No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.” Seb's breath hitched. "Both. Both is definitely a thing, Sir."
"Take off your boots." Moriarty’s voice was barely above a whisper, but he could have screamed it for the alacrity with which Sebastian obeyed. He counted himself lucky that he wore Chelsea boots, not his military boots, as he lifted each leg, tugged off the boot, and tossed it aside.
He forced his hands to remain unclenched at his sides as Jim methodically yet quickly sliced at his clothes until shreds puddled at his feet. Demonstrating his skill with a blade, Sebastian’s skin was unmarked despite Jim’s speedy dissection of his clothing. Sebastian’s knowledge of Moriarty’s past partners told him that remaining unmarked would be a short-lived state.
The scent of Omega in blooming Heat wafted in the air… wait… in HEAT? And the scent was becoming stronger…
The realization hit Sebastian hard: Moriarty is Omega? Moriarty? The uber intelligent, vicious, dominant, sadistic,...man that I have been attracted to since I first saw him, and who never, EVER invited me into his bedroom except to help someone out when he was done with them…
He could not help but flex under Jim's visual appraisal and approval as Moriarty stepped back to admire him. Seb knew he was fit, but it was a very heady thing to have Moriarty look at him that way… I never thought I had a chance - I… I hadn't realized quite how much I WANTED him to look at me that way…
And he’s OMEGA...
By then, Alpha Moran knew with certainty that Omega Moriarty was in Heat; the scent was now definitive. He was frankly impressed with the omega's control, even as he himself was beginning to lose his. Sebastian wanted to get closer and rub himself all over that scent and that body- and he wanted to drop to his knees under that gaze…
...and his tactical sense was reasonably sure that Jim Moriarty in Heat, with a knife, stripping an Alpha that he had never given a second look at before, was a bad combination.
Sebastian told his tactical sense to stuff it.
The hand with the blade pointed towards the bedroom.
“Get your ass into the bedroom, Alpha- RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”
Sebastian got his ass into the bedroom right fucking now!
Sebastian stared at a crumpled pile of what had probably been Moriarty's suit once... An angry growl behind him spurred him to move further into the room before he turned around.
Yup, he is still holding a knife and still looking at me like he’s debating fucking me or fileting me.
"How... would you like me... Sir ?"
Jim seemed impressed that Sebastian did not react to the very strong-looking restraints that casually hung from the bedpost- although it had given him a pretty good idea of how Moriarty did, in fact, want him.
Watching Moriarty study him as though he were either a prime cut of beef or a dissection study—or both—he decided to clarify the question.
"Face up?" Sebastian hesitated, "Facedown?" Facedown was a weird position for this, but… who knew with Moriarty? "And uh... I hope that if that knife comes into the bed, you plan on some basic safety precautions..."
He knew that knife was very likely to be used- extensively- on him and soon... Please be planning on some safety precautions!
Sebastian's training yelled at him to defend himself, but the scent in the air and Moriarty's intense charisma said he shouldn't try. He told his training to cool off in a corner, along with his tactical sense, his sense of self-preservation, and any other concept he had that didn't involve doing whatever the Omega told him to.
The Betas all survived , he reminded himself. I’m Alpha... it'll be fine...
"Face up and strap yourself in, Moran. I want to see how long you last before you lose it and beg."
"I have never begged in my life!" Sebastian snorted derisively and immediately regretted it when he saw the feral “ Oooh, a challenge !” expression.
Oh, FUCK me and my damn mouth! Sebastian deeply regretted having opened his.! He'd sure as hell gotten himself in enough trouble that way before- admittedly more often with simple dares, bets, or gunfire: this looked a bit more dangerous.
Moran locked himself in most of the way, and Moriarty casually closed the last lock. And... ummm... yes… these were VERY strong restraints, but.. .
As always, his mouth was determined to get him in more trouble.
"So… These are good... for Betas ." Seb smiled in what he hoped was a winning fashion at Jim and shifted his hips, watching Jim's attention slip momentarily when the movement made things bounce.
"Like what you see? I hear the view is even better up close, sir."
"The view from here is lovely for now," Jim responded nonplussed. "But you do live dangerously, Moran."
Moriarty’s hand came closer as he leaned over Moran- but not where he’d been hoping.
Sebastian felt the blade scribing tiny concentric circles into his flesh...Right on his jugular- and then the tip of the blade slowly pierced the bullseye.
"I never miss my target. Go ahead. Break them. If you dare, " was softly whispered in his ear before he leaned over and kissed the scar that went through Sebastian’s left eyebrow.
Sebastian was half tempted to break them just because he was obstinate (read: stupid) that way. "Part of what got me discharged was being insubordinate as hell..." he warned Moriarty. Still, he couldn't quite NOT glance at the blade hand and feel the blade in a very bad place, and quickly add, "Sir."
Unfortunately, his dick was following true to form and being utterly DELIGHTED by the proximity of life and death risk.
Now that he had considered it, it explained why he was constantly in a state of semi-arousal around Moriarty.
There was nothing semi now as he watched Moriarty lick his lips, even as Sebastian felt the first rivulet of moisture on his neck, which Sebastian knew was not sweat.
He tried to bite back the moan- pretty sure he failed- and the scent in the room was getting deliriously stronger... although that was probably just... being this turned on.
"Seems like you have a bit of a ... conflict of interest, Moran..." Moriarty raised an eyebrow and gestured away from his neck, thank God, and further down his body. Uh oh. "Let's hear that lovely noise you just made again..."
Sebastian blinked at the wicked smile, dark eyes, and the blade. He was trying to come up with something to say that wouldn't get him (badly) hurt when Moriarty dipped the blade just out of sight... he felt it brush against his neck lightly, and it came up with the tip covered in blood.
Moriarty's tongue lapped out at the blade's tip until it was shiny again.
Oh, sweet Jesus! Sebastian's moan was impossible to hold back this time.
"Gooood, Alpha! Gimme some more of that." Moriarty- Jim’s- voice cooed at him and sounded even more dangerous.
Sebastian felt Jim's erection against his hip as he sliced and nicked and licked and sliced and nicked and licked and...
Sebastian’s brain was 100% certain this shouldn't be sexy.
His body didn't care...
And his mind was changing its opinion fast.
He opened his mouth and realized something PERILOUSLY close to begging was about to come out, and ... unable to come up with anything else to say, he just moaned a bit more and tried to bare his throat.
If he were very lucky, he would be sexily killed or something.
He thought Jim bit him, but it might have been the blade...
Sebastian was light-headed and all but drunk on the smell of the omega. He would open his eyes and see Moriarty leaning over him, then blink, and there would be... there would be sensation, and then there would be… And then...
He wanted, oh GOD, he wanted!
And then Moriarty leaned over him, dark eyes wicked...and a whispered command...
And then there were some... words?
And then there were some words that may have tumbled...? Perhaps yelled...from Jim’s lips? Words desperately screamed from his own?
And then Alpha licked his blood off Omega's lips and was gone…