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"That sleeper hold you showed me, that happened. And he kicked me in the nuts, that was a dick move- no pun intended".

      Damn, Richie. That's a foolproof move, how did you--

            Never mind. We'll work on it.

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thechangeableking:

"CIA, sniffing around the tower. Think you can - oh I don’t know - get rid of him?”

      Consider him taken care of. [He pops the last bite of his chocolate into his mouth before heading to the panel in the wall containing his weapons.] Any particular way you want this done, or just a simple bullet through the brain?

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[need sleep]

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"I did! I remembered everything you taught me. The sleeper hold, the pressure points, blocking with your elbow, not pulling your arm back- the lot".

      What the hell even happened? How did you not win?

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medicalchick:

Have a last name to go with the first?

      You're asking a lot of questions for someone who didn't give me their name.

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"Fine then. Don't retrain me".

      I'll retrain you, so long as you take it seriously this time.

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"I'm not Jim, okay? I don't want people dying left, right and center Sebastian. I'd feel horrible if someone died because of me".

      And yet, you want to beat him up? I thought you were against violence.

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xtwin:

[ richard doesn’t want to talk about the sides anymore. it devours the lovely time. good, evil, wherever he finds his brother, he will follow, and that’s a commonly known fact; but the aroma of the cafe pushes the important thoughts away, leaving him with no more but hunger and utter need to order a cuppa. they have it the best here. ]              ❝—one doughnut wouldn’t kill. would it?❞ [ a soft frown appears on his face, when richie leads sebastian to a table. ]              ❝—or two… or seven?❞

      [Sebastian grins as he takes a seat at the table, rubbing his hands together before reaching for one of the menus that was sitting on the table waiting.]

            I think I'm going to have a breakfast.

      [He sniffs as he reads through the menu, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. The smell in the cafe is almost mouth watering, and he can hear his stomach protesting at his taking so long at deciding what he wants as it rumbles rather loudly.]

            Haven't eaten since last night. Shameful.

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"Please Sebastian, don't kill anyone- or hurt anyone for that matter, not over me"

      You're trying to protect the man that beat you up? Really?

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death-laced-fingertips:

    Slowly. Jim had to keep reminding himself. Slowly. It was more fun to work him up about it. Christ. It was difficult to not want to go as quickly as possible. Sebastian’s hands were all over his body his lips seemed so sincere. Yes, Jim was going to have to clear his schedule to allow for sessions like this. It’d b e a wonderful stress relief, he thought. The noise that Sebastian made, that lovely little groan, had Jim sucking a few more spots onto his neck, dark and blooming before their lips collided and Jim was trying his best not to groan or moan in response because yes, yes it had been a while, and yes he was enjoying himself, but he couldn’t let Sebastian know that could he? He wouldn’t try is best if he didn’t think Jim wasn’t enjoying it. Jim demanded only the best. Unfortunately he couldn’t prevent himself from letting out a small groan of approval as Sebastian’s hips moved to grind against his. It was fleeting, and teasing, but Jim supposed he deserved it. Sebastian’s lips pulled away and Jim almost whined in a very upset manner. He needed those lips. He needed them if he wasn’t going to be getting any kind of friction. Sebastian’s fingers were on his waistband toying with it. Sebastian’s pants dropped to the floor. Jim was rather hoping he could have succeeded in pushing his boxers down too, but to no avail. Sebastian’s lips were on his neck and Jim was trying his best not to let out breathy little moans at the contact because his neck was so damn sensitive. Another reason no marks were allowed. He’d be putty in hands and Jim wasn’t so sure that was a good idea. He swallowed, fingers instantly tangling in Sebastian’s hair because that’s where his fingers automatically go and honestly he wanted to have something to hold onto other than the sharp edge of the desk or the choice paperweight that hadn’t quite made it to the floor yet. Jim wanted to say that his hips hadn’t strained upwards, he wanted to say that his back hadn’t arched and that he hadn’t made a quite obscene noise as Sebastian kissed down his chest. But he’d be lying.

      The feeling created by Jim sucking on his skin is divine, and Sebastian has a hard time keeping himself from moaning, his breath catching in his throat in a way that releases a sound that's almost akin to a purr. He closes his eyes and presses closer, craving more even as Jim sucks more blooming marks onto his skin. He wants it all. He wants Jim's lips everywhere. But for now he'll settle with the kiss, with the firm press of their lips and the almost desperate friction between them. He can't keep himself from releasing the almost -urring sound again, he felt something burning in the pit of his stomach. He's eager; too eager, really. He's actively forcing himself not to rush this, to savour the moment and savour the way the man's skin felt against his own. As his lips divert down his boss' chest, he glances up, watching his face through lidded eyes as he feels Jim's fingers curling in his hair. He gives Jim a teasing smirk from his position, shifting himself slightly as his lips move even lower. He traces his lips over his stomach, kissing down the skin until he meets his hips, where he traces his teeth over his hip bone. And then he sucks on the skin, humming against it as he deliberately leaves a large, purple bruise. It looks delicious on the skin, and he finds himself grinning as he runs the tip of his tongue just above the waistband of Jim's boxers, following it along until he meets the other hip, where he leaves a matching bruise. Oh, that looks lovely. Definitely something that Sebastian is going to enjoy thinking about in the future. His fingers curl into the waistband of his boxers then, and he finally draws them down and off, letting them slide to the floor as his hands shift to grip Jim's hips and draw him closer to the edge of the desk. Sebastian then settles on his knees, his eyes drifting up to meet Jim's as he flashes him a grin. He doesn't need permission, of course, but he want to see that Jim wants it.

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"Nobody is having their spine torn out Sebastian, I just need to get better at fighting".

      I beg to differ, Richie. I'll find out, whether from you or by other means.

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"That doesn't matter, what matters is that it won't happen again".

      Tell me who, so that I can tear out his spine.

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stephxrogers:

( ☆ ) ——-               ” I - um, it’s nice to meet you, Sebastian. Thank you. I’m not all too familiar, but do you know any places with… pie? Delicious pies, yeah.

                                                                                                     —— - Apple pies. "

                 [ maybe it was a woman-craving thing, but steph knew she was too deprived of those sweet-tasting delicacies for almost seventy years. ] 

      [Sebastian's eyebrows raise slightly, and he hums somewhat thoughtfully, glancing off to the side.]

            There's a small cafe a few streets away, they do good pie.