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Prompting Part XXXV

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Mycroft Holmes was closing in, which meant that Sherlock's demise was nearer. Everything was going perfectly, just as Jim had planned it. He should have been exultingly ecstatic instead of so frustrated he felt like he was going to scream.

When he reached his flat he stripped off his coat and tossed it to the floor, slamming the door behind him. He was tense, angry and prepared to lash out at the nearest target... which would probably be a lamp, unfortunately for his fists, as Sebastian wasn't likely to be there.

When Jim had gotten up the morning after things had gone... so awry, Sebastian had been gone. Jim had tried calling him once, but Sebastian hadn't picked up his mobile. In fact, he hadn't been home for almost three entire days. Yesterday evening (the end of Sebastian's second day of absence) Jim had reached the conclusion that Sebastian had to be dealt with. About time anyway. Jim wasn't long for the world himself, and he detested being abandoned.

He was so cross with the world that he nearly missed the signs: the faint musky scent of Sebastian's cologne, freshly ground coffee wafting from the kitchen. Jim paused in the foyer, hand jumping automatically for the gun he kept in the waistband of his trousers, listening hard.

Not a peep.

That didn't mean anything though. Still, Jim doubted it was a trap; Sebastian was too clever by half to make his presence so blatantly known if he was intending to kill you. It was one of his many charms.
Even with that in mind, Jim stalked into the living room, prepared for the worst.

After his abrupt and silent absence, seeing Sebastian standing casually in their living room as though he'd never left was immensely disconcerting. Sebastian didn't seem the least bit perturbed by the dark look Jim was giving was him. He just continued grinning from ear to ear as if he'd won the bloody lottery and rotating the mug of coffee in his hands when he should have been drinking it.

"What are you doing here?" Jim asked dourly.

Sebastian was clearly unruffled by the sour reception. “Miss me?” he asked sweetly, eyes crinkling in the corners.

That would have been it, his last fucking words, if Jim hadn’t detected the excitement underlying them; an eagerness that had Sebastian practically shaking in his boots. It seemed to be vibrating just beneath his skin.

“Not really,” Jim fibbed, finding the butt of his pistol with his fingertips. “And you didn't answer my question. Why’ve you even bothered returning?”

A genuine smile flitted over Sebastian's face and he set his mug on the coffee table. “I found him, Jim. It took a bit, but I got him for you.”

Jm didn't have to ask whom he was referring to. “You didn't really,” he gasped, heart missing a beat. The hand that had been inching around his gun dropped to his side dumbly. “Where is he?”

“Bathroom,” Sebastian tilted his head in that direction. “Smells like fear and piss in there.”

Jim’s heart rate kicked up a notch, and his angry, depressed, murderous mood vanished. It was replaced by a shot of fierce joy. He shouldered past Sebastian and walked slowly down the hall, stopping before the closed restroom door. He could hear labored nasal breathing intermixed with muffled sobs.

Instead of entering immediately, he waited as his mind darted in approximately several hundred directions. Finally, he concluded that it would be best to go with the simplest idea.

He waltzed to the kitchen, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling the sleeves up past his elbows. Sebastian trailed after him at relatively polite distance, watching his every action with great curiously. Perhaps he was waiting for his punishment.

Jim pulled out his pistol and dropped it on the counter with a metallic clack, before opening the cutlery drawer and selecting a short, gleaming blade that had been sharpened to perfection. Sebastian was always anal about preventing the knives from dulling, and Jim was grateful for once.

“I have more sophisticated tools if you want them,” Sebastian said, voice wavering peculiarly.

“This suits me fine,” Jim said coldly, still angry with him.

“Right", Sebastian breathed. A beat of silence. “Can I watch?”

Jim looked up sharply at the unexpected request, perceiving Sebastian's red cheeks and the growing bulge in his jeans with interest. “Why not? Just don't interrupt me. And if you make any noise at all, you'll regret it. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Sebastian said, with no hint of sarcasm.

Jim nodded and slid past him, mind fixed firmly on the coming hours.

***

With his face swollen and wet from tears, Green wasn’t nearly as handsome as Jim remembered.. He felt, however, that the duct tape binding his ankles, wrists and mouth added a certain irresistible element that had been lacking before.

As Sebastian gingerly seated himself on the edge of the bathtub, Jim hauled Green off the floor and deposited him atop the toilet. On a whim he captured one of Green’s tears with his index finger, watching it glisten against his skin.

He smeared it away a second later, and brought the knife to Green’s button-up, popping the fastenings off one at a time. Green began sobbing afesh, pleading with Jim roughly through the tape, making oh so many promises and threats.

Jim kept shushing him until the last button fell to the tiles. He spread open Green’s shirt, revealing a deeply tanned, toned chest. Jim hummed with pleasure, circling one of Green’s pink nipples with the tip of his knife. Green’s entire body trembled and a wordless whimper escaped his throat.

He pressed lightly; just enough to draw a bead of blood. “You deserve this, you know that.”

Green shook his head in denial, eyes spookily wide.

Jim dug in harder, until flesh parted and there was a thin rivulet of scarlet trailing down Green’s perfect, hairless torso. Green screamed behind the tape.

Before the real fun began, Jim looked at Sebastian to see how he was reacting.

Sebastian was watching the two of them with heavy-lidded eyes. One hand was braced on the edge of the tub, while the other was busy kneading himself through his jeans.

All the years they'd known each other, and Jim had never suspected this, but he sure did like surprises.

With renewed hunger, he turned his attention once more to Green.

~*~
1984

Jim virtually quivered with nervous anticipation as his dad’s headlights flashed through the lace curtains, sending alien shadows skittering across the walls. Clarissa, his airy-headed sitter, was watching some mindless program on the telly as opposed to finishing her school work. Jim pretended to be doing his own.

His father entered the house looking tired, but content as usual. Jim gave him a falsely cheery “hey, dad!” before finishing up his long division with bored ease. He waited patiently while his dad dismissed Carissa for the night and went to pour himself a glass of whiskey.

A few minutes later his father thumped back onto the couch and began flipping through channels, halting on the depressing disarray that was the news. “Where’s you're ma?” he asked, taking a sip of the amber liquid.

Jim’s throat was so clogged with fear and delight that he almost couldn't speak. “Aunt Lexi’s. She said she’d be back around nine.”

His dad hummed acknowledgment of his words and they lapsed into silence.

Fifteen minutes passed as Jim pretended to be immersed in studying, and his father slowly sipped away his life.

Jim finally set his pencil aside when he heard his father plunk the empty liquor glass on the coffee table. He gazed across the room at his father and asked, seemingly apropos of nothing: “Why did you hurt mum?”

Something like guilt twisted his dad’s features as he blinked at Jim. “What do you mean? I‘d never hurt your mother. I love her.” His voice was overflowing with sincerity, but his eyes were less convincing.

“I saw you two the other night,” Jim said slyly, rubbing circles on the arms of his chair with his thumbs.

“Saw what, exactly?” his dad asked, voice dangerously blank.

Jim grimaced, shrugged.

“Stuff,” he muttered, playing dumb.

They stared each other down, but Jim had no intention of losing. He kept eye contact until his father lowered his gaze.

“Sometimes, when adults get angry, things happen that are later regretted. Like how you took care of that bully in your class.”

“It’s not the same,” Jim insisted angrily. “You deserve to die.”

That was when he noticed the signs: the sweat on his father’s upper lip and the dilaton of his pupils. Very intriguing. Theoretical knowledge and firsthand experience were utterly different. He almost forgot why he was angry.

“James, don’t say things like that.” The hurt in his voice was real and that made Jim more irate.

“You're going to die,” Jim promised.

For the first time, his father looked afraid of him; it was usually his mother that graced him with that expression of utter terror.

“Finish your homework upstairs,” he commanded, voice booming and panicky. “Now.”

Jim smirked and did as he was told, then sat up in bed watching the clock and playing an old Bee Gees record. Waiting.

So beautifully dark!
Please more!

Thanks! Almost finished with the final part.

I like that this story is focused on Jim and told from Jim's POV. It's new for me. I also liked him standing up for his Mum and not letting his Dad fool him.

Thank you. I've never read or written anything Jim-centric before, so I'm glad you're enjoying it. :)

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