#keepcalmandcallsherlock

Stranger: I didn't know you could go that hard. -SS

You: You have no idea. Dh

Stranger: ...Oh? -SS

You: Yes, Stiles. I can go much harder. DH

You: And longer. DH

Stranger: ...How much more? -SS

You: Have you ever heard of knotting? DH

Stranger: No...what is it? -SS

You: It's similar to animals, where a sort of knot forms, it's larger than what you've had from me already, and when I'm inside you, we get stuck together. For half an hour, to an hour, sometimes longer if the connection between us is right. DH

Stranger: ...That sounds so hot. -SS

You: There's... there's more cum too... A lot more. DH

Stranger: Yeah? -SS

You: Yeah. DH

Stranger: ...Huh. -SS

You: We... Werewolves... don't usually knot with someone unless it's the person we choose to be our mate. It's a lifelong sort of commitment. DH

Stranger: Would you want to mate me? -SS

You: I would... DH

Stranger: Then...I want that. -SS

You: You do? DH

Stranger: Yes.-SS

You: I love you. DH

Stranger: I love you. -SS

You: You need time to recover before we can do that, you know. DH

You: I did take you hard last night. DH

Stranger: I know. I still want it. -SS

You: How did I find you? DH

Stranger: You opened your eyes. -SS

You: Smartass. DH

Stranger: You love my ass. -SS

You: I love more than your ass. But, yes, your ass is /very/ nice. DH

Stranger: God, I love you. -SS

You: Glad to hear it. I love you too despite my better judgement. DH

Stranger: Oh? Despite your better judgement? -SS

You: Full disclosure, though, my better judgement has a really shitty track record. DH

Stranger: Maybe so. My better judgement was shit, too. -SS

You: Maybe it's good that we didn't listen for once, then? DH

Stranger: Yes. Definitely. -SS

You: Why aren't you in my bed right now? DH

Stranger: I can be there in ten minutes. -SS

Stranger: In your bed. -SS

You: Naked. DH

Stranger: Begging for you. -SS

You: Fuck. DH

Stranger: Yes. -SS

You: I can't take you. But you can take me. DH

Stranger: You want that? -SS

You: Only from you. DH

You: I've never let anyone before. DH

Stranger: ...Fuck. Give me five minutes. -SS

You: Five now?

You: Dh

Stranger: Yes. -SS

You: I can't wait. DH

You: I still haven't dressed. DH

Stranger: Don't bother. -SS

You: I won't. DH

Stranger: God, you're perfect. -SS

You: I could say the same about you. DH

Stranger: You should. Over and over when I get there. -SS

You: When I feel your perfect cock inside me, I won't stop. DH

Stranger: You'll see how hard I can go. -SS

You: Fuck yes. I can't wait. DH

Stranger: You're making it hard to drive. -SS

You: You shouldn't be texting and driving, idiot. DH

Stranger: I'm careful. -SS

You: Why aren't you here yet? I /need/ you. DH

Stranger: Pulling up now. -SS

You: The door's open. Lock it behind you. DH

Stranger: I will. -SS

You: You better hurry before I start without you. DH

Stranger: Stiles rolled his eyes a little, pushing his way inside and closing the door behind himself pointedly. He flicked the lock and headed for the bedroom quickly.

You: Derek lay in bed, naked and unashamed, his sheets and covers shoved to the bottom. His eyes were fixed on the door when he heard the front door close and lock. "Come on, Stiles," Derek called, sounding just short of desperate.

Stranger: Stiles paused in the doorway, his lips parting for a second. "I forget how damned sexy you are." He smiled as he came closer.

You: Derek grinned up at Stiles, arms beckoning him closer. "I never forget how sexy you are," he replied.

Stranger: Stiles crawled onto the bed, running his eyes over Derek. "What was that about /needing/ me?"

You: "Fuck," Derek murmured at the way Stiles was looking at him. He reached up and curled his fingers into Stiles' shirt and tugged him close, capturing his lips with his own in a heated kiss.

Stranger: Stiles kissed back desperately. "Love you...love you so much."

You: "I love you too," Derek replied, tugging and pulling up Stiles' shirt, pulling it over his head, breaking their kiss up just for a moment. "You need less clothes now," he whispered against Stiles' lips before deepening the kiss, his hands moving over Stiles' torso, thumbs brushing over his nipples.

Stranger: Stiles moaned sharply, shifting to unbutton his jeans. "Working on it. Getting less clothes now."

You: "Good," Derek murmured, lips moving over Stiles' jaw, finding his long neck, tongue and teeth brushing over sensitive skin. "I need you naked, I want to feel you against me," he growled against his skin.

Stranger: Stiles's hips bucked forward slightly as he wriggled out of his pants, boxers quickly following. "Jesus, Derek."

You: "I can't help it," Derek replied, hands finding Stiles' hips as they were bared, tugging him atop him, feeling the press of his body against his own. "You make me this way."

Stranger: "I love knowing that. That I'm taking you apart." He whispered, pressing close to him.

You: "What? That behind this tough guy wolf exterior is a man just begging for you?" Derek asked, a smile curving on his lips even as his lips moved over Stiles' neck.

Stranger: "Yes." He tilted his head to kiss Derek properly. "That's you're all mine and I'm all yours."

You: Derek moaned into the kiss, deep and hungry. His tongue pressed past his lips, brushing over Stiles' as his hands shifted over Stiles' hips, cupping his ass and tugging him against him, feeling their growing erections press together. "Fuck..."

Stranger: Stiles whimpered slightly, rolling his hips back against Derek's, a desperate sound escaping him. "Yes. Fuck, yes."

You: "I've never wanted anyone as badly as I want you," Derek murmured, moving to trail his lips back along Stiles' jaw and down his neck, loving the feel of his pulse against his tongue, hot and steady even as his heartrate picks up. "I think about you constantly, in every way possible."

Stranger: "How...how do you want this? On your back or...or what? Because I need you right now." He was practically panting at that point.

You: "You tell me," Derek replied, his own heart pounding in his chest. "You're the one fucking me."

Stranger: "I want this...as good as you make it for me." He kissed down his torso slowly.

You: "I promise you, it will be," Derek replied body arching up toward wherever stiles' lips met. "Tell me how you want me."

Stranger: "I want you like this. I want to see your face." He said, voice lower than normal.

You: Derek reached up to the nightstand and handed Stiles the tube that he kept there. He hadn't even bothered putting it away the night before. "You want to see me while you fill me for the first time..." Derek whispered. "I've never been fucked before, you know... You're the only one I've wanted to take me."

Stranger: Stiles whimpered again. "Keep talking." He said, opening the tube and pouring a generous amount onto his fingers. "So sexy..."

You: "I've thought about your fingers before... A lot," Derek kept talking, watching Stiles settle between his thighs, pouring lube onto those fingers. "How long they are... Imagined how they would feel stretching me open."

Stranger: Stiles moved to press one finger in, carefully. "I've thought about this...making you mine as much as I am yours."

You: "Tell me," Derek begged, raising his hips to meet Stiles' finger, feeling the intrusion and letting out a soft whimper at it. It felt good and he wanted more.

Stranger: "I've thought about fingering you...opening you up nice and slow. Listening to you." He whispered.

You: Derek growled, low in his chest. His cock was hard and curved toward his stomach, leaking already. "I have too," Derek said, his hands fisting in the sheets beside him. "About you watching me while you break me down, your fingers fucking me, preparing me... never taking those eyes off me."

Stranger: Stiles grinned slowly, adding a second finger and moving them slowly. "You're more vocal during sex, you know?"

You: "Are you saying I don't talk much normally?" Derek replied, a smirk on his lips even as his voice hitched. "Oh god..." He moaned, hips moving toward Stiles again, beckoning him deeper.

Stranger: Stiles moaned slightly, moving deeper, carefully. "Not like this. All wanting and needy...God, do I sound like that?"

You: Derek grinned, "Even more so." He reached up and smoothed a hand down Stiles' chest, fingers brushing through the sparse hair there before finding a nipple, and teasing it to a peak. All the while, he was moaning and whimpering to Stiles' touch, to the feel of his fingers inside him, stretching him, opening him up so he can take him.

Stranger: Stiles jumped a little at the touch, breathing out softly, shaking his head a moment before he added a third finger. "You're so perfect...so perfect."

You: "So are you," Derek replied, grunting at the hot stretch he felt in Stiles' third finger pushing inside him. It wasn't entirely uncomfortable, just different. Nothing he couldn't get over in a moment. "Oh god," Derek murmured as his body finally welcomed Stiles' fingers. He closed his eyes for a moment, sliding his hand down over Stiles' torso, over his abdomen, before he found Stiles' cock, thick and long and everything Derek wanted. "I need you," Derek begged, slowly stroking Stiles."

Stranger: Stiles groaned sharply, moving his fingers faster. "Tell me when you're ready, Derek...I need you just as much. More. I need you so much..."

You: "Now, Stiles," Derek moaned, the look on his face showing the same insistence, hunger. "I need you now," he repeated. "Fuck me..."

Stranger: Stiles nodded once, easing his fingers out and quickly slicking up. "Spread your legs a little more for me."

You: Derek followed Stiles' instructions, parting his legs farther, pulling his knees higher, giving Stiles room to get close, to press himself inside. He watched Stiles' face, the concentration on his features as he focused on Derek. "I love you," Derek whispered, his breath hitching in his chest.

Stranger: Stiles lined himself up, pressing in slowly, not rushing it. "I love you...so much." He whispered, panting slightly. "God, you're tight..."

You: "First time, remember..." Derek practically moaned as he felt Stiles slowly stretching him further, filling him with his hot cock. "Fuck, Stiles..."

Stranger: Stiles moaned a little as he rested, letting Derek get used to him. "Going to, baby."

You: "God... you feel so big inside me," Derek said, looking up at Stiles, at the lips he couldn't get enough of, the freckles on his face...

Stranger: Stiles leaned in to kiss his softly. "You're really tight. You feel amazing..."

You: Derek leaned up into the kiss, his body tightening around Stiles when he did. "I'm ready," he whispered as they parted. "Please," he begged.

Stranger: Stiles started moving at the urging, carefully at first. He closed his eyes a second, loving the sensation.

You: "Oh god, Stiles," Derek moaned. "Fuck..." He reached out and ran his fingertips down Stiles' chest.

Stranger: Stiles shuddered slightly, speeding up. "You like that?"

You: Derek nodded, a low growl in his chest, filling the room. "Yes, Stiles... fuck me."

Stranger: Stiles moaned sharply, the sound sending a jolt down his spine. He moved faster, thrusting deeper.

You: "God... Yes, that's it," Derek hummed, one hand moving down to wrap around his cock, beginning to stroke in time with Stiles, his body flooded with arousal, mind blissfully blank except for Stiles, only Stiles.

Stranger: Stiles moved more, harder and faster. He shifted his angle slightly, trying to get more sounds out of Derek. It was almost addictive, really.

You: Derek moaned as Stiles brushed over just the right spot, fingers tightening around his own cock. "Stiles, you feel so good..." he gasped as he rocked up into his fist, back down onto Stiles'. "Your perfect cock... God, you're perfect..."

Stranger: Stiles redoubled his efforts, breathing coming in short spurts. "Love you...love you so much, baby..."

You: "Love you," Derek replied, feeling his orgasm building, muscles tightening. "Love you so much," he gasped, hands and hips moving, taking Stiles deeper, stroking faster, more erratic as he got closer. "God, so close, Stiles... Want to feel you come inside me... Fill me..."

Stranger: "Come for me, Derek." He urged, his heart racing as he moved faster and faster.

You: Derek didn't hold out, not with Stiles asking him. His body felt like electric filled his veins, that every single buzz and crackle was Stiles, everything in him was his doing. He rocked up into his fist, body arching, muscles tightening down on Stiles as his released rushed up. He closed his eyes, head falling back, crying out Stiles' name as he came hard, hot streams of semen covering his chest and stomach, a testament to what Stiles could do to him.

Stranger: Stiles didn't last much longer, throwing his head back slightly as he cried out, hips jerking forward as he came inside Derek. He breathed out shakily, lowering himself onto Derek as he tried to catch his breath, not caring about the sticky mess on their chest.

You: Derek slid his arms around Stiles as he collapsed against him. It had been intense, being on the receiving end, feeling Stiles' stretch him open and fill him up with his come. It had been incredible. Derek bent down and brushed soft kisses over Stiles' damp hair and forehead, murmuring his love and affection for him, telling him how amazing he had felt, how perfect he was.

Stranger: Stiles shuddered slightly as he settled in against his boyfriend. "That....that was amazing. You're so wonderful." He whispered, tilting his head to return the kisses. He slid out of Derek carefully, shifting to curl in against him as he wrapped his arms around the werewolf.

You: Derek shivered as he felt Stiles slip from him, feeling suddenly very empty. "Christ..." he whispered, turning onto his side, and guiding Stiles along with him, their bodies still pressed close together, not wanting to move away from Stiles. "I've never felt anything like that before. That was incredible..."

Stranger: "That was." He agreed, kissing his temple softly. "We need to do this more...not like we're not having sex a lot as it is." He teased gently, closing his eyes and relaxing.

You: "We could always have more," Derek said, a small smirk playing on his lips. "I think you should just stay here today," he said, watching Stiles relax, seeing it in his face, thankful for once that Stiles has nothing to worry about, that the threat in their lives is gone and he can just focus on being happy.

Stranger: Stiles hummed a little in agreement. "I am thinking that is a great idea. We should just....stay like this for a while." He smiled, resting his head against Derek's shoulder, kissing his neck gently.

You: "Perfect," Derek murmured, shifting to wrap a leg around Stiles' hip and lean onto him, holding him close, already feeling sleep begin to edge in on him. "Nap first... " he said, nuzzling Stiles' cheek.

Stranger: "Yes. Sleep." He nodded as he cuddled in against Derek, relishing his body heat. "I do love you, so much."

You: "I love you too, Stiles," Derek whispered, pressing another kiss to Stiles' cheek.

Stranger: He smiled softly, drifting off slowly. "Stay mine forever."

Stranger: I can't, sir. -SM

You: Is there a bullet proof helmet on their head? Do they deflect bullets? -JM

Stranger: They used to be my boss. I wouldn't survive killing her before there were bullets in my own head, boss. -SM

You: Her? -JM

You: Fine, bring her over. -JM

You: I'll do it myself. -JM

Stranger: ...Sir? -SM

You: Yes, Moran? -JM

Stranger: Why? -SM

You: Because she is making you late, and I'm not fond of my employee's ex employers. -JM

You: They cause trouble. -JM

You: Like they are doing right now. -JM

Stranger: She just has some business to discuss with me. That is no reason to kill her, sir. -SM

You: Oh, there's business now? -JM

You: You do not do business of any sort with anyone else. -JM

Stranger: Understood, sir. -SM

You: What is this mysterious business she wants? -JM

Stranger: She just wants to talk. -SM

You: About? -JM

Stranger: A few of my pasts jobs for her. -SM

You: Quit being vague, Moran, out with it. -JM

Stranger: Sir, I have to ask that you not demand to know. You aren't going to like it and it does not affect my work for you. -SM

You: Oh I'm demanding. -JM

You: If it doesn't affect your work for me, then I don't see why you shouldn't tell me. -JM

You: I don't like when my pets keep secrets~ -JM

Stranger: Fine. I used to be involved with her. That actually led to her firing me.-SM

You: You can't keep it in your trousers. -JM

Stranger: Whatever you like to call it, sir. She merely needed to address a few things. -SM

You: What are they? -JM

Stranger: ((Be right back!))

Stranger: Personal things, sir. We've finished; I'm on my way back. -SM

You: There is no personal. -JM

You: You do not, under any circumstances, keep things from me. -JM

You: Especially if I want to know. -JM

Stranger: You're going to overreact. -SM

You: Right now I'm underreacting. If it was someone else arguing with me, they'd be fired. -JM

You: And you know how we fire people, my dear. -JM

You: It involves fire. -JM

Stranger: I know, sir. I'm usually the one carrying it out. -SM

Stranger: She said I apparently have a child. There, you may kill me now. -SM

You: Apparently? -JM

You: How do you apparently have a child? -JM

Stranger: I was trying to soften the information. -SM

You: Where is it? -JM

Stranger: With her. -SM

You: Keep it that way. -JM

Stranger: Yes, sir. -SM

You: I'm being very, very generous. -JM

You: You are not to see it. -JM

You: Or hear from her or it again. -JM

Stranger: Jim.....why? -SM

You: Because it is a hindrance. -JM

Stranger: How is it a hindrance? -SM

You: "Moran, I have a job." "Sorry boss, Junior's got a soccer game!" -JM

You: ((football* /canadian))

Stranger: It will not interfere with my work, sir. You will still come first. -SM

You: Just get back to the flat, Moran. -JM

Stranger: Yes, boss. -SM

You: Good boy. -JM

Stranger: A few minutes later, the sniper carefully opened the door and let it close behind him silently. "Boss?" He called, trying to keep his voice casual and expressionless.

You: Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Jim called out from where he sat, cup of tea in hand. "Living room!" The tone was bright and chipper.

Stranger: Sebastian came into the room easily, as if everything was alright. "You wanted me, sir?" He tilted his head, as if the previous conversation hadn't happened.

You: Motioning to a chair for Sebastian to sit down, Jim leaned forward and placed his tea cup on the coffee table, preparing one for the man while he sat before handing it over. "I will come first?"

Stranger: He obeyed, taking a seat opposite Jim, accepting the cup hesitantly. "Of course, sir." He said quickly. "You would always come first."

You: "And you intend to be a good father to this ...thing?" Relaxing back into his chair, Jim picked his cup back up and took a sip.

Stranger: "/He/ should be fine without me interfering too much." Sebastian corrected respectfully. "He is...well protected."

You: Putting the cup on the sauce, Jim kept his face straight, tone even and smooth. "My father wasn't particularly abusive, nor was he ever around." Blinking, Jim let the beginnings of a smirk come to his lips. "Do you know what happened to the man?"

Stranger: Sebastian eyed the other man uneasily. "No, Boss. What happened to him?"

You: Giving a bright smile, Jim sipped his tea. "I killed him."

Stranger: Sebastian blinked, suspicions confirmed. "May I ask why you killed him? If he wasn't abusive?"

You: "He wasn't around." Finishing his cup, Jim placed it on the tray. "Therefore, there wasn't a reason for me not to. Do you know the point of my little story?"

Stranger: The sniper spoke reluctantly. "Not to make you angry?" He tried to joke.

You: Giving a light hearted chuckle, Jim shook his head. "I think you know the answer to that one. No no no. The moral of today's story, my dear, is that one will most certainly meet his end by his successor's hands. In our profession, anyways."

Stranger: "You think my son will kill me?" The phrase felt odd in his mouth. "I highly doubt that, sir."

You: "There is a great possibility. Or even perhaps he may attempt to kill me." Which was not an option.

Stranger: "I really, really doubt it, sir. That is why she wanted me to meet him, to prevent any future problems." He paused. "And I would not let him come near you, Boss."

You: "Any future problems would have easily been prevented should neither you nor it have known about one another." Jim's tone turned sharp, snapping at the man.

Stranger: Sebastian didn't flinch, but went on edge at the change in tone. "Perhaps, sir. But you know how children are...always wanting to know. That wasn't what V- his mother wanted."

You: "No, I do not know how children are, Sebastian." Clenching his jaw, Jim closed his eyes and tried to put the calm tone back into his tone. "What did Veronica? Victoria? Valerie? The whore want to accomplish by telling you? A father for her child? How old is the thing? Perhaps she wanted to have a domestic lifestyle for the little lamprey. Mummy, daddy, two point five kids and a minivan."

Stranger: "She is not a whore, sir, and I ask you not to call her one." He said flatly. "He is five. And she wanted me to understand why she fired me. She offered my job back, wanted to start again. I told her no."

You: "I will call the tart anything I so please, Moran, and you will not tell me to do so otherwise. Is that understood?!" Hand digging into the arm rest of the chair, Jim frowned. "Did she now? So she does want a little domestic lifestyle then."

Stranger: "Is that so wrong?" His tone was cool now, expressionless. "Is there anything else you wanted, sir, or am I dismissed?" He tilted his head back, looking at Jim evenly.

You: Pokerface in play, Jim blinked, "So you want one. A picket fence and apple pies. Everyone at the table, home for tea."

Stranger: "People like us don't get happy endings, sir." He returned, narrowing his eyes. "And it does not matter what I want."

You: "If I give you the option," Jim mused, blinking slowly, "to leave. Have a lovely little life... Would you take it?"

Stranger: Sebastian didn't hesitate. "No. I wouldn't leave."

You: Giving a smile, Jim shrugged. "Well, the option is there.:

Stranger: Sebastian's mask slipped. "Sir?"

You: Jim bent forward to pour himself another cup of tea from the pot, "Yes, Sebastian?"

Stranger: "What did you mean, 'the option is there?'" He said sharply, then went respectful again.

You: "To leave. Work again for Vivian. Raise a small child. Have a precious little life." Blowing on the steam from the tea, Jim leaned back into the chair. "To have a happy ending. Or the best I could give, anyways."

Stranger: Sebastian leaned back, shaking his head a bit. "Why....why would you do that?" His voice was a mix of suspicious and shocked. "You always said the only way I was leaving was if I died."

You: "I already told you, do not question me." Inspecting his nail beds casually, Jim looked up through his lashes to meet Sebastian's eyes. "You have a chance. There are no strings. You can take it, or leave it. Get back to me when you decide. You have been dismissed. Take tomorrow off."

Stranger: Sebastian stood, still watching the other man intently. "I know you said to not question you, but I want to know your reasoning. Please." It was quiet, almost under his breath.

You: "My reasoning? I'm feeling generous," was all Jim gave.

Stranger: Sebastian was quiet again, nodding and making his way to his room without another word. He was unsettled, definitely suspicious, but also grateful for the option. He turned it over in his head.

You: Watching the man leave, Jim finished his second cup of tea before retreating to his office for the evening. Should Sebastian make his decision, the man knew where to find him.

Stranger: Sebastian paced for a long time, debating every angle of the situation before coming to a decision. Finally, he located Jim, knocking on the door once carefully. "Boss?"

You: Looking up at the knock, Jim twirled his pen in his hand. "Come in, Sebastian."

Stranger: The sniper obeyed, approaching the other man and stopping a few feet away. "I...wanted you to know I appreciate your generosity." He stopped, wondering how to phrase the next part.

You: Looking back down at the paper on his desk, Jim motioned to the chair, "Sit down if this will take a while, Moran, I don't want to be fooled into thinking you'll just spit it out."

Stranger: Sebastian folded his arms, annoyed into speaking faster than he had planned. "But I'm not taking your offer. I would rather stay, if it is all the same to you."

You: As he figured. "And my dear, what has made you think that I would want you to stay?"

Stranger: Sebastian shrugged a bit. "If you don't, I will leave. I'm merely informing you of /my/ preferences." He had a feeling his boss was baiting him.

You: "This is why it takes me so long to find someone who may have been a good investment. The men of the world waste too much time thinking of giving in to temptation. You were so quick to choose me when you thought there wasn't another option. Though I do applaud you contemplating both. But, and I do suppose it was silly of me to think, you did contemplate leaving me. For a long while. Ideally, you should not have thought at all." Putting the pen down, Jim leaned back in the leather desk chair. "So tempted by the apple the snake gave. Yet you didn't eat it. But you didn't toss it away. I can't have a man who sits on fences."

Stranger: Sebastian narrowed his eyes, but remained silent until his angry immediate response died away. "Sir, with all due respect, if I hadn't thought it over, I would have always wondered. If I should have taken it, what would have happened if I did. I wanted to make sure I was making the right choice. It may not have been ideal for you, but it was for me."

You: Pushing out from the desk, Jim stood and stalked closer to the larger man. Placing a hand on Sebastian's cheek, Jim frowned, narrowing his eyes and speaking with a dangerous tone. "I couldn't care less about your ideals, Sebastian. They mean nothing to me. You have been hired to think of mine, first and foremost. Not yours." Stroking the man's cheek softly for a moment, Jim moved his hand to quickly grab his jaw in a tight grip. "So you have one chance, to leave or to stay. There are no consequences should you leave, so do not let any thoughts of harm on you or your family decide for you."

Stranger: Sebastian shied away from Jim hand slightly, half expecting him to strike him. When he grabbed him, Sebastian closed his eyes to prevent himself from lashing out. He spoke clearly, without hesitation or reluctance. "I want to stay with you, sir." He opened his eyes to look at the smaller man.

You: Smiling like the Cheshire cat, Jim let go of the man's jaw and stood a bit taller on his toes. Pressing a kiss just below Sebastian's ear lobe, he whispered, "Good boy." Backing off entirely, Jim left the office without another word, heading to the kitchen to prepare himself a cup of coffee.

Stranger: Sebastian waited a moment before following, unsure of his boss's current mood. He had said there would be no consequences, but had he been telling the truth? Sebastian felt a headache coming on.

You: Leaning against the counter, cup in hand, Jim locked his eyes on the man when he was in the kitchen. "You will get the child from her, full custody. Or you will not see it at all. You won't even acknowledge it's existence."

Stranger: "Sir?" Sebastian was caught completely off guard. "You...want me to have custody of him?" He could not figure out what was going on in Jim's mind.

You: "Entire custody. Vanessa will be completely out of the picture." It was either all or nothing, Jim figured it was the theme of the day.

Stranger: "/Violet./" He finally corrected, still uncertain. "I will talk to her about it. Is that what it is about? You don't want me to have contact with her?"

You: "Would have been my next guess. That or Vienna." Putting the cup on the counter, Jim crossed his arms over his chest and glanced away. "You will not talk to her about it. It will either happen or it will not."

Stranger: "How am I supposed to get..." He blinked. "Am I supposed to kidnap him?" He caught the fact Jim looked away from him and frowned.

You: "I will talk to the wretched woman. Get the thing myself. Let her know attempting to contact the boy or you would be futile." Bringing his sight back to Sebastian, Jim continued, "So I assume you would rather have it than not, yes?"

Stranger: Sebastian paused, but nodded, feeling telling Jim the truth was always the best. "I would rather, yes. Sir..." He stopped. "Why are you...allowing this?" He tilted his head, allowing his uneasiness to show.

You: Picking at his cuticles, Jim shrugged, "I'd rather you not sneaking off to fraternize with her. Besides, it might not hurt to raise the thing into the... family business."

Stranger: Sebastian relaxed slightly. "Yes, sir. Thank you." He spoke quietly, not quite meeting Jim's eyes.

You: "You're welcome." Pushing off the counter, Jim went to pull Sebastian's phone from his pocket. "I am assuming you have her number in here. I'll get the child as soon as possible. I suppose the child will need a room." Having no desire to give his office or bedroom up, "You'll convert your room into one for it."

Stranger: Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "My room, Boss?" He didn't protest when Jim took his phone. "She is under 'Manipulative Bitch.'" He mumbled in agreement.

You: "What have I told you about using manipulative as an insult? It's far to complimentary for such things." Scrolling through, Jim sent the number a text message. "And yes, your room. It will need a place to sleep, will it not?"

Stranger: "Yes, he will." Sebastian waited a few heartbeats. "Where will I stay?" He spoke carefully, hiding a smirk. "And who said it was an insult?"

You: "You seem fond of this woman." Jim pointed out with a shrug. He didn't like that, however. "And you will sleep on the sofa. If you can fit comfortably. If not, I suppose you could use my bed. I never use it."

Stranger: He was quiet a moment. "Fair enough. And I'm not...fond, exactly." He shrugged. "Does it matter?"

You: Looking up from the phone, Jim tasted his next words carefully, "You love her."

Stranger: "No." It was immediate, laced with a repressed anger. "Not anymore."

You: "Methinks the sniper doth protest too much." Jim smirked, a

You: "Methinks the sniper doth protest too much." Jim smirked, though he wasn't pleased with the thought.

Stranger: Sebastian clenched his jaw. "She threw me away. Used me up and just-" He broke off. "I do not love her, sir."

You: "You're far to angry with her to not, Sebastian." Putting Sebastian's phone into his own pocket, Jim frowned.

Stranger: Sebastian looked puzzled. "Sir?" He could tell something was upsetting his employer.

You: Snapping suddenly, Jim looked up at the man, "What?!"

Stranger: "What's wrong? Are you alright?" He was concerned, and knew it was showing.

You: "Nothing, Sebastian, stop asking questions." Jim bit into his cheek, forcing back the jealousy.

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Stranger: "Sir...please tell me." Sebastian asked again, undeterred.

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You: "No, Sebastian. It is not your problem to deal with." He would get rid of those stupid... feelings... Himself.

Stranger: "It is, sir. That's my job." Sebastian looked at him with a frown. "Jim? Please tell me."

You: Crossing his arms tightly across his chest, Jim looked away towards a wall, much like a petulant child. "No."

Stranger: Sebastian raised his eyebrows and folded his lips into a tight line. "Jim."

You: Huffing, Jim made a face and shot a glare at the larger man. "Fine." Swallowing down a bad taste in his mouth, Jim tried to explain. "I don't like you ...having feelings for people."

Stranger: Sebastian blinked, caught off guard completely. "What? Why...why would that bother you?"

You: "Why are you so stupid?!" Jim continued his glare, contorting his face in irritation.

Stranger: Sebastian took a step back, holding up a hand in a calming gesture. "Just...tell me what's wrong, sir. Please."

You: "Figure it out yourself, you barbaric moron. I'm not explaining simple concepts to you." Brushing past the man, Jim headed back towards his bedroom, slamming the door behind him,

Stranger: Sebastian stayed in the kitchen a few minutes, stunned. Finally, he gathered enough courage to knock on Jim's door. "Jim?"

You: "Wha-at now?" Jim called from his chair by the window, iPad in hand while furiously playing a game of sudoku.

Stranger: "May I come in?" He asked, not wanting to push.

You: "Yes, fine." Putting the iPad down in his lap, Jim watched the door.

Stranger: The sniper came in, closing the door after him. He eyed him a moment. "I'm sorry, sir. I wasn't aware."

You: Pursing his lips, Jim spoke, "You weren't supposed to. But you just couldn't keep your nose out of things."

Stranger: Sebastian dropped his gaze. "You...get jealous. I know that. I should have thought."

You: "I don't want to discuss this anymore, Moran." He had no intention of bringing it up again, either.

Stranger: Sebastian folded his arms. "No, you don't." He muttered. "And it's going to go unresolved, and adding a kid to it will only make it worse."

You: "I don't see how bringing your child into the picture would change anything." Jim shrugged, bringing his attention back to the sudoku game.

Stranger: "Because you're clearly jealous of Vi. You shouldn't be, but you are. Having him around might just make you...more jealous. Angry." He was speaking cautiously now.

You: "If having him around would have you not see the whore, then I'd prefer it." Might as well be honest, now. Since the man knew. "I don't want you seeing her, or I don't want to see you."

Stranger: "I have no intention of seeing her. There is a reason I picked you over her, after all." He shrugged.

You: "If you want to see the child, you will have to see her." Which is why Jim was willing to put the thing in his home. He could hire a nanny to watch it.

Stranger: "Not with your earlier...order." He pointed out. "Has she responded?"

You: Tossing the phone to Sebastian, Jim shrugged and took it as an opportunity to end the jealousy conversation. "Check."

Stranger: Sebastian took it, clearly not happy. He looked at the screen and chuckled humourlessly. "She's...not fond of the idea." He handed it back.

You: "Why would she be? I'm taking her child." Jim shrugged.

Stranger: "There's not much she can do. If you want something, you get it." He pointed out.

You: "I know this, Moran. I'm not an idiot." He also wanted to send a bullet through the woman's skull, but he doubted the sniper would be happy doing that.

Stranger: "Of course not, sir." He smirked slightly, then went serious. "Sir...I want you to promise me you're not going to hurt him."

You: Rising from his chair quickly, Jim frowned, eyes narrowing. "You are in no position to tell me what I can and can not do, Sebastian." Closing his eyes, Jim took a deep breath. "But, because of ...Well, you know... I will not harm him."

Stranger: "'Well, you know?' " Sebastian questioned, taking a step back away from Jim.

You: Jaw falling open slightly, Jim stared at him. "You really can't get anything through that thick, barbarian skull, can you?"

Stranger: "I never know with you!" He exploded, then regained control enough to add. "Sir."

You: "My feelings for you, you complete idiot!" Throwing his hands up, Jim yelled with exasperation.

Stranger: Sebastian's eyes widened. "You have feelings for me?"

You: Mouth falling completely open, Jim blinked slowly. "Why are you so bloody stupid?!"

Stranger: "You've never shown /anything/ for me! How was I supposed to know?" He snarled defensively.

You: "We just had a conversation about this!" Jim resisted the urge to reach out and strike him in frustration.

Stranger: "Not about /feelings!/" He snapped back.

You: "What did you think we were talking about?!" Throwing what he had in his hands, the iPad, Jim aimed for Sebastian's head.

Stranger: Sebastian threw his hands up, catching the gadget awkwardly. "You getting jealous. You do that when your things are threatened, not when you care!"

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You: "If I was simply jealous I wouldn't have been upset over it! I would have ordered a hit on her and the damn thing and been done with it!" Reaching out, Jim grabbed the alarm clock from his end table and threw that.

Stranger: Sebastian ducked, backing away quickly, towards the door. "I'm sorry! Okay? Stop, calm down." He was trying to reason with him.

You: "Get out!" Jim was all but screaming at this point, more enraged that told the man about his feelings than anything.

Stranger: Sebastian all but ran, flinging the door open and slamming it behind him to prevent Jim throwing something else. He leaned against the back of the door, catching his breath.

You: Throwing a Ming vase from his end table, Jim let out some noise as it hit the wood door. "I can't stand you!"

Stranger: Sebastian didn't move, keeping the door pulled closed behind him. "I'm sorry; Jim! I...I didn't know."

You: "Now you do now go away!" Yanking back the covers on his bed, Jim got in the bed and yanked them over his head.

Stranger: Sebastian waited a half minute before calling back ."I do too, you know." He went silent again.

You: Pulling the blanket down, Jim glared at the door. "/What?/"

Stranger: "I have feelings too, sir." He sighed. "For you." There it was.

You: Grabbing the last thing on the table by his bed, a photo frame, Jim whipped it as hard as possible at the door. "Oh, fuck you, Moran!"

Stranger: "I mean it, Jim." He insisted, wincing at the sound of shattering glass again.

You: "Go away before I come out there and skin you myself." Jim hissed through the door, seething.

Stranger: "I'm not leaving, Jim. I thought we established that an hour ago." He called back.

You: Groaning, Jim yanked one of his pillows over his head, trying to ignore the man outside of his door.

Stranger: Sebastian decided to risk it, opening the door slowly. "Jim?"

You: Snarling from underneath his goosedown pillow, "What?!"

Stranger: "Are you going to kill me if I come closer?"

You: "I can't make any promises."

Stranger: "I'll take the risk." He approached him gently. "You're right, I am an idiot."

You: "Of course I'm right." Jim snapped, turning so his back was to the man.

Stranger: "I should have known. Maybe I should have told /you/ sooner." He continued.

You: "You should just shut up and stop talking about it," Jim suggested, bitter.

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You: "You should just shut up and stop talking about it," Jim suggested, bitter.

Stranger: "Would that actually solve anything?" Sebastian sighed.

You: "It would solve me from wanting to reach up and claw your eyes out," Shrugging, Jim pulled the duvet tighter around his shoulders.

Stranger: "Why are you so angry at me?" He frowned.

You: "I..." Biting into his lip when he couldn't formulate a proper answer, "Shut up, Sebastian."

Stranger: "No. Not until you explain why you are so upset. You didn't get this upset when I told you I had a /son/, for God's sake."

You: 'I didn't want you to know. If you knew, or if anyone knew, it could easily be used against me. It is not an advantage, it is a weakness. And I only have one weakness."

Stranger: "What weakness? And what if I had /wanted/ to know? I love you for God's sake." Sebastian stopped short, mentally cursing. That didn't come out right.

You: "What you want does not matter to m- What?" Blinking, Jim turned on the bed to look Sebastian in the eye. "Say that again!"

Stranger: Sebastian cringed inside, but tried to look calm. "I love you."

You: "If you're lying to me, Sebastian..." Jim threatened without actually going into detail.

Stranger: "I'm not that stupid, Jim." He said softly.

You: Swallowing, Jim bit into his cheek and glared up at the man, "I hate you."

Stranger: Sebastian lowered his eyes. "Yes, sir." His tone and face lost all expression.

You: Reaching up, Jim grabbed the man by the front of the shirt and yanked him down, smashing their lips together in a kiss.

Stranger: Sebastian kissed him back out of reflex, wrapping an arm around him tightly.

You: Biting at Sebastian's lower lip, Jim let out a small growl, "You're mine, Moran."

Stranger: Sebastian gasped slightly. "Yes, Jim."

You: Pulling away, Jim instinctively went up to wipe his mouth on the back of his hand. "Good."

Stranger: Sebastian grabbed his hand and pulled him close to kiss him again, pushing everything else aside.

You: Letting out a small noise of surprise, Jim brought his other hand up to bury in Sebastian's hair, tugging lightly as he kissed back.

Stranger: Sebastian deepened the kiss, tilting his head against the faint pressure from Jim's hand.

You: Nipping lightly again at Sebastian's lips, Jim pulled away to attach his own to the underside of Sebastian's jaw. Biting is way to the man's ear lobe, Jim took it into his mouth to suck on momentarily. "I don't hate you. I hate that you've brought out ridiculous feelings from me."

Stranger: Sebastian growled slightly. "I know, Jim...but I'm glad." He mumbled.

You: Moving himself from Sebastian's neck, Jim sat back against the headboard of the bed. "I'm not entirely sure how to word them..."

Stranger: Sebastian hissed slightly at the loss of contact, but leaned back as well. "You can word anything the right way, Jim."

You: "But I've never dealt with..." Waving a hand around, Jim made a face. "The emotional attachments."

Stranger: Sebastian tilted his head a bit. "What are you feeling?"

You: Opening his mouth, Jim thought for a moment. "Possessive. Jealous. Aroused. Protective. Angry. Embarrassed. Hopeful. Needy. Wanting..."

Stranger: Sebastian started nodding in agreement, smiling slightly.

You: "I take it that means something to you then?" Jim blinked.

Stranger: "That's...good to know, sir." He smiled a bit more.

You: "You don't have to call me sir right now, Moran." Rolling his eyes, Jim sighed. "And how is it good to know. Most of those emotions are negative and I'd rather not feel them."

Stranger: "And you don't have to call me Moran." He shot back. "And it's good know that you actually care about me, Jim."

You: "Fine, /Sebby/." Shaking his head, Jim pulled the duvet up further. "Yes, well... Good for you then."

Stranger: Sebastian pulled the duvet back down. "Come on, let me see you." He murmured.

You: "I'm cold." Jim protested, reaching to grab it again. "Why do you want to see me? It's not like anything's changed."

Stranger: "I like seeing you?" He said as if it was clear. "Come on, don't be pouty..."

You: "Fine." Jim let him take the blanket away, feeling oddly exposed for whatever reason.

Stranger: Sebastian smiled at him a bit. "Not going to skin me now?"

You: "No, I don't suppose I will." Jim looked away, arms folding across his chest.

Stranger: "I don't have feelings for other people anymore, Jim. You have no reason to be jealous." He murmured.

You: "I'll be jealous if I please, it's not my fault you're aesthetically pleasing." Rather obnoxious way of telling the man he was attractive, but Jim doubted he'd care. Or even if he'd understand it.

Stranger: Sebastian grinned a bit at that. "I can't help it either. But it's not like people are trying to kidnap me because of my face. You can be jealous if you /want/, but you have no reason to be."

You: "I can't stop everyone from looking at you, though. That'd be ridiculously tedious." Giving Sebastian a snotty look at the grin on his face, Jim huffed.

Stranger: "It's not the people looking at me that's the problem. It's the people I look back at. Which is no one. You know that." He said, still smiling.

You: "There had better not be anyone you look back at." Jim's eyes narrowed, going dark.

Stranger: "Why should I?" He asked, reaching out and running a hand over Jim's face for a moment. "I wouldn't want to."

You: Leaning into Sebastian's touch, the corners of his mouth curled in satisfaction, "Good."

Stranger: Sebastian leaned forward and kissed him again for a moment. "You know how long I've been wanting to do that?"

You: Pressing into the kiss, Jim let his eyes flutter closed before opening them quickly when the man pulled away. "What, kiss me?"

Stranger: "Yes." He murmured, resting his forehead against Jim's in an oddly soft gesture.

You: Sighing softly, Jim couldn't help but smile at the comment. "Feel free to do so again if I'm not otherwise occupied."

Stranger: Sebastian grinned a little. "Can I tell you I love you again? Or is that not allowed?" He asked.

You: Nodding his head slightly, Jim gave the man allowance. "Yes, that's allowed. Don't expect me to return it, however, because I don't quite understand what it is."

Stranger: "I don't expect you to." He pressed his lips against Jim's temple. "I've heard it from too many people that didn't mean it, anyway." He wrapped his arms around Jim again.

You: "How many people is this? Should I expect more children to pop up in your life, Sebastian?" He hoped for Sebastian's sake the answer was no, Jim thought as he leaned into the man's arms.

Stranger: The sniper gave a genuine laugh, pulling him closer. "No, no more children. A handful of people, most are dead." He answered. "It's not important."

You: Burying his face into the crook of Sebastian's neck, Jim made a face. "I think it's rather important. Did you kill them?"

Stranger: "A few. They always tried to kill me first, though." Sebastian frowned at the memories, though he relaxed at the contact with Jim.

You: "You have a type, Moran." Laughing, Jim inhaled and let himself go a bit lax in Sebastian's arms.

Stranger: "Hmm, maybe." Sebastian kissed Jim's neck. "They were all idiots, though."

You: "Of course the were." Mumbling softly, Jim continued, "I'm still killing that woman."

Stranger: "Why?" Sebastian didn't protest this time, but was curious.

You: "Because I want too." And Jim tended to do whatever he pleased.

Stranger: "Why do you want to? You always have a reason." He smiled slightly.

You: "Because she's a whore." Sighing, Jim rolled his eyes, "And because she seems to do business in the same industry, and I do hate competition."

Stranger: "If anyone's a whore, I am." He joked a bit. "And you're too strong to fear competition."

You: "I'd rather not hear about your exploits." Biting sharply into Sebastian's neck to emphasize, he continued, "That doesn't mean I like it."

Stranger: Sebastian cried out at the bite, shifting a bit. "Yes, Jim..." He closed his eyes tightly.

You: Licking at the bite mark, Jim attempted to sooth it with a smirk. "Good boy."

Stranger: Sebastian hummed in pleasure at the touch, tilting his head to give him better access.

You: Pressing a kiss to it, Jim moved to nip playfully at the man's adams apple.

Stranger: Sebastian tilted his head back more, breathing faster. "Jim..."

You: Speaking against Sebastian's skin, Jim kissed down his décolletage. "Yes, 'Bastian?"

Stranger: Sebastian shuddered a bit, opening his eyes slightly. "You're mine too." He whispered. "In a way."

You: Smiling, Jim slid a hand down Sebastian's chest, slipping a hand under the hem to trace his abdominals. "I'm yours."

Stranger: Sebastian pressed a bit closer, reaching out to unbutton Jim's shirt.

You: Pulling away slightly, Jim looked down at Sebastian's hands for a moment.

Stranger: Sebastian froze, looking at him without speaking. He pulled his hands back a bit.

You: Licking his lips, Jim swallowed before meeting Sebastian's eyes. "It's okay."

Stranger: "Is it?" Sebastian asked, raising an eyebrow hesitantly.

You: Nodding, Jim took a small breath. "Yea, fine. Just not used to it."

Stranger: "Not used to it?" He whispered quietly, returning to unbuttoning the shirt slowly.

You: "Being in bed with someone else, being undressed by someone else. Not quite my expertise, my dear." Leaning closer into the man's presence, Jim forced his muscles to relax.

Stranger: Sebastian kissed along his jawline a moment, loosening his own posture a bit. "You want me to?"

You: Tilting his head back, Jim closed his eyes and nodded. "Yes, I do."

Stranger: Sebastian continued, slipping Jim's shirt off of his shoulders. He leaned closer and kissed down Jim's chest gently.

You: Jim shuddered against Sebastian's lips, muscles twitching slightly. "Sebastian..." Feeling much to exposed in comparison, Jim went to yank at Sebastian's shirt himself to try and pull it off.

Stranger: Sebastian leaned back to help him tug the clothing off. "Yes, Jim?"

You: Shaking his head, Jim tossed the fabric to the floor. "Nothing."

Stranger: Frowning slightly for a moment, Sebastian leaned close again, running his hand down Jim's chest softly.

You: Closing his eyes again, the smaller man let out a pleased sigh, sliding his own hand slowly up and down Sebastian's spine.

Stranger: ((I feel horrible, but it is starting to storm badly over my house and the internet is flickering out. You have my tumblr, you are /amazing/ and wonderful. So sorry! :/ Message me if you'd like to continue.))

You: ((No problem love, have a good night! I also follow my tumblr name in my tags if you'd like to find me again 8D))

Stranger: A few personal things. Man the fort, keep the new hires in line. -JM

You: Alright. Any jobs in those days? -SM

You: Sure you don't need me as back-up? -SM

Stranger: No jobs unless something comes up. And I should be fine. Just visiting the family, hardly dangerous. -JM

You: Fine, then. -SM

Stranger: Although, if you don't hear from me in two days, I expect you to come looking. -JM

You: That would require you telling me where exactly you are going. -SM

Stranger: I will still be in town, roughly. -JM

You: That really doesn't help. London's big. -SM

Stranger: West side. -JM

You: Be specific, just once. -SM

Stranger: Fine. 1324 Cloyer Drive. But no one knows that. /No one/, understood? -JM

You: 'Course not. -SM

You: Text me when you're there, ok? -SM

Stranger: Oh, but it is so much fun to make you worry. -JM

Stranger: Fine. I will. -JM

You: I would be a shit bodyguard if I didn't even knew if my client arrived at his destination. -SM

Stranger: Of course. And you are far from a shit bodyguard. -JM

You: Oh, compliments. I shall mark this day in the calendar. Thanks. -SM

Stranger: You should appreciate the rare good mood I am in, Sebby. Not mock it. -JM

You: Who said I was joking? -SM

You: Maybe I already circled the day, nice red colour. -SM

Stranger: It's not /that/ rare, is it? -JM

You: It really is. Not sure if I can come up with ten occasions. -SM

You: ((Hullo?))

Stranger: Well, now you're being dramatic. -JM

You: Do you hear yourself talking? I'm definitely not being too dramatic. -SM

Stranger: Surely I compliment you more often than you let on...I tell you good job, don't I? -JM

You: When? You know that I can't listen while sleeping, don't you? -SM

Stranger: ......I...knew that. -JM

You: Of course you did. -SM

Stranger: Wait, that time in Moscow. I complimented you then. -JM

You: In Russian? -SM

Stranger: I thought you spoke Russian. -JM

You: Not very well. -SM

Stranger: Well it's not /my/ fault you can't understand my compliments! -JM

You: You are supposed to pose them in a way I can get, not when I am sleeping or in Russian. -SM

Stranger: I did that yesterday, didn't I? -JM

You: You did? -SM

Stranger: Course. When you came back. I distinctly remember thinking it...you didn't react though. -JM

You: I am not capable of reading your mind. -SM

Stranger: I thought I said it out loud....that explains quite a bit, actually. -JM

You: Well, you didn't. Maybe you should keep a better check on what you think and what you say, in the end. -SM

Stranger: ....Again, that would clear quite a bit up, wouldn't it? You wouldn't get so angry for me leaving without telling you when I /did/ tell you. -JM

You: Would be less concerned - /If/ you told me. Out loud, not just thinking it. -SM

Stranger: How much have I not told you, I wonder. Hmm. -JM

You: We will never know. -SM

Stranger: Good point. -JM

Stranger: ((I will be back shortly!))

You: ((No rush~))

You: Just talk to me either when I am awake, or in English, or out loud. Will solve the problem. -SM

Stranger: Awake, English, out loud. Sounds complicated...it was easier when I thought you could read my mind. -JM

You: Well, French, German, Italian and Hindi work, too. It's not that complicated. -SM

Stranger: I did tell you I was leaving this time, right? -JM

You: Yes, you did. -SM

Stranger: Alright...and I told you I loved you, right? -JM

You: I- No. Not until now. -SM

Stranger: I didn't? I could have sworn I said that before. -JM

You: Nope, you didn't. Not once. -SM

Stranger: Oh.......awkward. Well, I do. -JM

You: You are being serious, right? No games? -SM

Stranger: Would I have just humiliated myself for a game? No. I am quite serious. -JM

You: ...Well. I love you to. -SM

Stranger: You do? -JM

You: I thought you picked that up ages ago. -SM

Stranger: ...Not really, no. -JM

You: Oh. Anyway, yes, I do. -SM

Stranger: That's...really good to know. -JM

You: It is, indeed. -SM

Stranger: I really do need to check when I tell you things. -JM

You: Yes. I would appreciate that! I mean, how often did you think that? -SM

Stranger: That I love you? A few times a day, I think. Just pops up. -JM

You: You are an idiot. -SM

Stranger: I am not an idiot...-JM

You: Yes, you are. The biggest one out there. -SM

Stranger: How am I an idiot? I'm brilliant. -JM

You: You didn't even notice the one thing even I thought was obvious. And you can't tell whether you say or think something. -SM

Stranger: In my defense, you have a tremendous poker face and I process everything much faster than you. Although you may have a point. -JM

You: Do I sense another compliment? Another circle it is. -SM

You: Sorry, I am processing slower, therefore I am still working on it. -SM

Stranger: I will...work on actually telling you things. At least until I can figure out a way to invent telepathy. -JM

You: Thank you. And that might take you a while. -SM

Stranger: Hmm, I'll work on it. Though it might be nice to hear you say something other than 'You need to eat.' 'You need to sleep.' -JM

You: It's the truth! You simply forget eating and sleeping when you work, and I have to do something against that. Period. -SM

Stranger: Your mother-henning is endearing. Most of the time. -JM

You: Oh come on, I'm just a bit concerned. -SM

Stranger: Forcibly dragging me to the table is just a bit concerned? -JM

Stranger: Oh, in the spirit of 'Acknowledging you can't read my mind', I've arrived. -JM

You: You hadn't eaten in three days. Good. -SM

Stranger: I have gone four and a half without food before...-JM

You: That doesn't make it better, really. -SM

Stranger: Taking the time for food and sleep interferes with my work, Sebby...-JM

You: Eating costs you ten minutes, and I am sure the net won'

You: ((Noo))

You: Eating costs you ten minutes, and I am sure the net won't crush if you leave it for a few hours a day. -SM

Stranger: ....Why take the risk? Next you'll be insisting I /clean/ the place and exercise and what not. -JM

You: Because you'll simply pass out one day if you continue like that. And we both know that I'm the one who does the cleaning anyway. -SM

Stranger: Hmm, true. And passing out isn't so bad. It makes you all protective. It's cute. -JM

You: It is and I don't like the idea of it. Just.. prevent it, ok? I am not cute. -SM

Stranger: Oh, fine, I'll try. And yes, you are. -JM

Stranger: ((I have to go for dinner, I'll be back in twenty minutes?))

You: ((I can wait. I am loving this :D))

You: I'm much taller than you are! -SM

Stranger: Height doesn't mean you're not cute. -JM

You: I do not look cute. -SM

Stranger: Oh, please. I have pictures; you're adorable when you want to be. -JM

You: I am not as adorable as you are. When did you take those pictures? -SM

Stranger: I'm not...'adorable.'...And whenever you weren't looking. -JM

You: Yes, you are. What on earth did I do that was cute and involved me not looking? -SM

Stranger: You get this expression when you are focused on something. Like cleaning your guns or something. Oh, and your angry face is cute too. And terrifying. Mostly terrifying. -JM

You: Burn these photos. All of them. -SM

Stranger: Why? I like them. -JM

You: I don't like being photographed and the pictures resulting from that. We could take some decent ones. -SM

Stranger: I know you don't, which is why I had to be sneaky. Decent photographs? -JM

You: Yes, in which I am not focused on anything stupid, with you in the picture as well. -SM

Stranger: Hmm, that seems like a good idea to me. -JM

You: Just bin the other ones. -SM

Stranger: Hmm, maybe, maybe not. -JM

You: Oh come on. -SM

Stranger: At least see them first. There's a really cute one of you sleeping. -JM

You: You could bin that too if we started to share a bedroom. -SM

Stranger: Are you bargaining? -JM

You: Maybe. Depends on whether you're willing to. -SM

Stranger: I'm listening...-JM

You: I am letting you take new, decent ones if you share your bedroom with me. -SM

Stranger: That seems like an even, fair trade. -JM

You: Great. Good to have that sorted. -SM

Stranger: One rule. No smoking in the bedroom. -JM

You: I can get used to that. -SM

You: But I get to make one, too. No work in the bedroom. -SM

Stranger: But Sebastian! -JM

You: You've got an office for that! -SM

Stranger: ....Fine. No work in the bedroom. -JM

You: Thank you. -SM

Stranger: Any other requests, while we are on the subject? -JM

You: No, I don't think so. You? -SM

Stranger: Hmm. Don't get shot. -JM

You: I'll try, but I can't promise anything. -SM

Stranger: Don't make me double your protection detail. -JM

You: I'm careful and I didn't get shot in the past. It's alright. -SM

Stranger: Alright, good. I was half ready to put a tracker under your skin. Might still. -JM

You: ...You can track my mobile. -SM

Stranger: You can get separated from your mobile. But we can discuss that later. -JM

You: I don't have to visit your family too, now, do I? -SM

Stranger: You needn't sound like that is such a bad thing...but not if you don't want to. -JM

You: No, I'd love to meet them, but I don't know your family at all. I know nothing. -SM

Stranger: You don't? I thought I told you all about them...-JM

You: Absolutely nothing. -SM

Stranger: Oh. Well then...I think you'd like them. -JM

You: How could I not? You said you wanted to visit them. Greet them from me or something. -SM

Stranger: I sort of had to visit at the moment. I will pass along your message, though. -JM

You: What's wrong? -SM

Stranger: Wrong? What makes you think something's wrong? -JM

You: I assumed that since you had to visit. -SM

Stranger: Oh, no. Different reason. Birth in the family instead of a death, for once. -JM

You: Oh! That's great. Boy or girl? -SM

Stranger: Little boy. Nephew. Oh, one thing about my family. They have no idea what I do. -JM

You: What did you tell them you do? -SM

Stranger: They think I still teach. So when you meet them...keep the blood and knives to a minimum. -JM

You: Would have done that, anyway. Do I have a job already or do I have to think of one? -SM

Stranger: I left that up to you. -JM

You: I think I'll just be a colleague of yours, then. It's the most easy thing, explains how we got to know each other. -SM

Stranger: Yes. I have mentioned you a couple times, nothing major. Anything else is up to your imagination. I thought you might not appreciate my ideas to explain you. -JM

You: Why wouldn't I appreciate them? -SM

Stranger: ....Well, I was trying to think of how to explain why you lived with me. You know me. I could get...creative. I finally left it alone. -JM

You: Do I want to know what you came up with as an excuse? -SM

Stranger: I didn't. I picked the bland 'needed a flatmate' excuse. -JM

You: That's not very creative. -SM

Stranger: I know. I /wanted/ to say you were my pet or something along those lines. They half suspect you don't exist. -JM

You: Seems like I have to prove them wrong, then. Shame you didn't take me along this time. -SM

Stranger: Hmm...that's an idea...-JM

You: Just a suggestion. -SM

Stranger: A good one. They have been pestering me to take you to something. To visit at all, really. -JM

You: So, should I just take my bike and get there, like, now? -SM

Stranger: By all means. -JM

You: I don't think that my name is important at the moment. -Blocked Number

Stranger: Then we have nothing further to discuss. Sod off and leave me to die in peace. -SM

You: Fine. Stop texting me and go ahead and try. -BN

Stranger: Try? I never /try/ anything. I do or I don't. -SM

You: I am certain that you will do pull the trigger, but you might not get the result you wished for. -BN

Stranger: What are you talking about? -SM

You: Ever blew your brains out with a gun filled with blanks? -BN

Stranger: How could my gun be filled with blanks? I loaded it this morning...-SM

You: Feel free to check it if you don't believe me. -BN

Stranger: .....How. Who is this? -SM

You: I already told you that my identity is not the main issue -BN

Stranger: Then what /is/? What do you want? -SM

You: ((You still there?))

Stranger: ((Yes))

You: ((Oh good, my dad just burst in and closed my laptop, I thought I lost the connection))

Stranger: ((Oh no!))

You: I want to prevent you from doing something stupid, obviously. -BN

Stranger: And why would it matter? -SM

You: Why wouldn't it? -BN

Stranger: Because it /doesn't/ matter anymore. -SM

You: I wouldn't be contacting you if it didn't matter. -BN

Stranger: I'd hurry up if you have a point to make. I'm reloading. -SM

You: Are you drunk? -BN

You: Or just plain stupid? -BN

Stranger: Insulting me gets you nowhere. State your business. -SM

You: Take a look at those bullets. Really, you are highly-skilled and should be able to differentiate between one that could harm you or one I let somebody put there, completely harmless. -BN

Stranger: You sound so familiar...look, just leave me alone. I don't need bullets. There are other ways. -SM

You: You're not the person to wait for their death, you're not patient enough to wait for blood to flow or pills to take effect. -BN

Stranger: Maybe I changed. How would you know, anyway? -SM

You: Because I know it. -BN

Stranger: Helpful. How did you get into my flat, anyhow? -SM

You: The lock is terribly easy to pick. You should consider getting a better one. -BN

Stranger: There's nothing left to lock up. -SM

You: Well, there's yourself, your weapons, your belongings, ect. -BN

Stranger: Don't care, useless now, doesn't matter. We done? -SM

You: No. Why wouldn't you care? -BN

Stranger: I find myself lacking a reason to bother staying alive, or caring if I do or do not. -SM

You: Get a job, try to go out and do whatever people are supposed to do in a pub in their free time, get a hobby, whatever. -BN

Stranger: Tried that. Didn't work. It's not easy to forget. -SM

You: Try again. Shove the things that bother you aside. -BN

Stranger: Hard to shove something that was a part of you. Something that left scars and marks everywhere. -SM

Stranger: What the hell am I doing? Leave. Me. Alone. -SM

You: Not happening. But I think I get what you are talking about. -BN

Stranger: How could you /possibly/ get what I am talking about? I don't even understand it. -SM

You: I assume you are clinging to memories of someone who recently left you, probably for a rather long time. The same happened to me. -BN

Stranger: It's a bit deeper than that, and I gather you know that. You've managed to get into my flat and take almost my /real/ bullets...you know more about me than I like to think. -SM

You: Apparently, yes I do. Wasn't hard to figure it out. -BN

Stranger: I fail to see why you should care, though. -SM

You: You are interesting. -BN

Stranger: Who. Are. You. -SM

You: Do I have to repeat myself again? Come on I am pretty sure you can recall what I said about that. -BN

Stranger: Well, it matters to me, alright? Tell me or we are done here. -SM

You: You wouldn't stop without getting to know who I am. -BN

Stranger: Try me. -SM

You: I don't have to. -BN

Stranger: Whoever you are...I doubt you really know me. Because you'd know I don't bluff. -SM

You: There's nothing to be said against me knowing you rather well. You do bluff. -BN

Stranger: Okay, maybe I do. But not now. I don't have the time or inclination to talk to someone too afraid to tell me their name. -SM

You: I wouldn't be talking to the best shot in Europe if I was afraid. No, there are decisions to be made and I decided to remain anonymous. -BN

Stranger: Fine. What do I call you then? -SM

You: Call me whatever you want, as long as it's no horrible pet name. -BN

Stranger: I'm half tempted to call you Fluffy now. -SM

Stranger: Whatever. Just leave me alone. Please. I don't want to talk to anyone. -SM

You: But if I told you I might be able to solve a small piece of your problems, would you still want to stop talking? -BN Considering you don't call me Fluffy. I will bu- You will curse the day you were born if you do that. -BN

Stranger: You couldn't solve my problems, Sparky. -SM

You: How could you know that? /Tiger/? -BN

Stranger: .......You are not allowed to call me that. No one is. Not anymore, understand? -SM

You: Ohh, I am so~ sorry. -BN

Stranger: Why did you call me that? -SM

You: It came to my mind. I could ask you exactly the same. -BN

Stranger: You said you could solve a problem. What were you talking about? -SM

You: Possibly. I claim to be able to help you getting over that person. -BN

Stranger: Oh? How you propose to do /that?/ -SM

You: I could either provide you with something that helps you forget, or I could advise you to start reading. Moron. -BN

Stranger: What do you mean 'helps me forget' exactly? -SM

You: Drugs, tiger. I thought it was quite obvious. -BN

Stranger: I don't do that anymore. I made a promise and I plan to keep it. -SM

You: A promise? Precious. To whom? -BN

Stranger: None of your business, Sparky. -SM

You: You could always consider the second option, Sebby. -BN

Stranger: Reading? Hardly. ...Sebby? No one calls me that anymore. -SM

You: Nobody who attempted to call me Sparky remained alive. -BN

Stranger: Should I be flattered, then? -SM

You: Maybe. The fact that you still don't think does take a bit of that compliment though. -BN

Stranger: ....You sound so much like...never mind. Seriously...what do you want from me? -SM

You: No, go on. -BN

Stranger: You sound like someone I used to know. Alright? -SM

You: Don't know that person anymore? -BN

Stranger: He's dead. Puts a damper on a good conversation. -SM

You: Obviously. But you did forget something. -BN

Stranger: And what's that, Princess? -SM

You: That I will skin you the next time you call me Princess. -BN

Stranger: Skin...God, I'm losing it. -SM

You: I am certain you didn't lose anything. -BN

Stranger: I've lost quite a bit...and now I'm losing my mind too. -SM

You: I doubt that. That what you are doing is called 'thinking'. You ought to do it more often. -BN

Stranger: He's dead and gone...he's not coming back. And you can't change that.../Princess./ -SM

You: Prove it, without a body. It disappeared. -BN

Stranger: Why are you trying to screw with my head? -SM

You: Only stating facts. -BN

Stranger: ...How did you know that? -SM

You: Because I am Gandalf the gray. Start. Using. Your. Brain. -BN

Stranger: No. You can't be....-SM

Stranger: Boss? -SM

You: FINALLY. -BN

Stranger: You're alive. You're ALIVE. -SM

You: Yes. I thought we had sorted that out by now. BN

Stranger: Why did you do this? Why did you make me think you were DEAD? -SM

You: There are some matters of business I need to take care of. -BN

Stranger: You could have /told/ me! -SM

You: I just did. -BN

Stranger: Before now...where re you? Are you coming back? -SM

You: Not England. Maybe. -BN

Stranger: Stop being vague, /Sparky./ You owe me that much. -SM

You: Stop using that name or I will stop contacting you again. -BN

Stranger: Fine. Just tell me when you are coming back. -SM

You: I don't know yet. I could be standing in front of the flat three weeks from now, or never again. -BN