Sebastian hadn't wanted to go to this dinner. He had, in fact, made his displeasure particularly known to James, but it was sort of mandatory for faculty. And Seb sort liked his job.
So when James texted him that he'd be late, he had internally groaned and smacked his forehead, getting a glare from a snooty teacher who had passed him by. "Hehe, sorry..." he'd said, shuffling over to the side and glaring at the text.
Don't leave me here alone! he thought, sighing and leaning against the wall, shoving his phone back into his pocket and plucking his glasses off his face and wiping the lenses on his shirt sleeve, looking around and glancing at the candles on the table.
He rolled his eyes and turned away, preferring to look at something that evoked a little less guilt. Sebastian hadn't really liked either Professors, just as James hadn't. But that did
not mean his boyfriend had to go and kill them!
It didn't help that he'd had the vision that night, the night they were killed. He'd jerked awake in a cold sweat, after witnessing the bloody murder all in his head, and then moments later he found the man who'd committed the crime whispering in his ear that he'd killed them for him.
He'd planned to confront him about it when he woke up, but he couldn't say anything now. He had just pretended to be asleep and quietly curse the day he let James out of the house. Honestly, the man needed his own warning label or something.
"Caution: Before using this product, be mindful of your state of sanity and physical health. May induce constant headaches and severe migraines, as well as the inability to feel safe and secure... and the inability to walk for a week."Enjoy! the masochist in him said to the rational side. He didn't like to talk about the fact that he was dating an internationally known criminal and a murderer (though it didn't really come up as a regular conversation topic anyway), much less think about it. His entire life's experiences should ward him off from James, really. He hated murderers, hated them with a fierce passion. He would have disowned James (disowned, ha. As if he owned him) the moment he confronted him about the murders, had it not been for those damned words he whispered in his ear.
"I killed them for you..." Sebastian hadn't wanted them to die. He never wished death on anybody, much less pathetic slightly homophobic professors who weren't worth his time. James didn't seem to understand the concept of "you're better than them, so just ignore them." His version was probably something along the lines of "you're better than them, so they must be eliminated."
The chemistry professor placed his glasses back on his face and slunk away from the wall and walked toward the tables, sighing as he thought to himself,
"I love James. I do. I love him and yet I hate him, if that makes any sense at all."It didn't, but all the same, he had to tell himself that to keep himself from going insane. It was hard not to love
James Moriarty Edwards, but it was very difficult to love James
Moriarty Edwards. The man was quickly realizing that the two were separate entities, and he tried as best as he could to just
love the James side and just
deal with the Moriarty one.
Speaking of the devil, he felt a long arm slide itself around his waist and a soft kiss planted on his cheek.
"Sorry I'm late love,""It's fine," he lied, giving his own little smile and rubbing his cheek lightly where James' lips had touched. He looked up to his boyfriend, looking to return the favor, when he saw the stitches.
"Jayems!" he nearly shouted, but remembered he was in a crowd of college professors who honestly didn't like either of them (Sebastian was a wimp, James was an ass. Fair enough.), and kept his voice down. He dragged his boyfriend over to the side and confronted him about the cut.
"What in the
hale happened? Why's your face all banged up?!" he shout-whispered. Damn southern accent, always popping up when he was angry, but he was worried, dammit! He had a right to know what had happened.
"Did you get in a fight with Sherlock again?! I swear, if you don't leave him alone! He ain't
that bad you know, just a little... odd."
