Sherlock oneshots

When we met (morimor)

I dont think this has an au for it but basicly Sebastian is working for Mycroft and Moriarty tries to intimidate him to get infomtion. Inspo comes from the post above and im also gonna use it word for word later in the text. =) enjoy.

~3rd person pov~
Sebastian Moran was never a loud person. This wasn't because he was he was shy or he had a small voice. He was quiet because his line of work had to be quiet. Nobody could hear his footsteps or breathing in the dark. He was undetectable to almost all. Infact, to most he didn't even exist until they were dead. That was the way they were, assassins. You could never see them until it was your neck on the line.

Unfortunately for Moran, James Moriarty was like that aswell.
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Sebastian was on the ground, head realing in agony. He had been thrown to the ground, but what by? They were pretty strong, he could tell, but other than that he had no clue. As he stried to make his way up from the floor, a dark figure above him pushed him back down with his foot, forcing his throat and head to the floor.

"Well arent you a specimen." The figure wore a black tailored suit. Sebastian was fairly certain he was male aswell.

"Who are you?" The sniper attempted to sit up defiantly but was once again forced down by thenman above him. The figure was diffinately shorter than he was but not by much.

"Woah puppy, calm down. I'm not here to hurt you, unless thats what you want." The pale moonlight shone across the figures face. He was fairly handsome with a shock of black hair which was pulled smoothly back and held in place with some gel. He had winked at his previous temark and sebastian's face sported a small blush.
Sebastian shook it off and tried to ask again.

"Who are you and how did you get in?" The figure was stepping on his throat. Not enough for him to suffocate but just enough for him to pant out his words. The figure smirked.

"I got in through the door. I may be breaking in but I'm no savage." He breathed, his slicked hair glimmering in the light. "And my name's Moriarty. What's yours my darling?"

Sebastian hesitated. The man's eyes flickered with firey delight and masochist intent. His eyes were a deep navy which engulfed all around him.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded down the hall leading to the office they were in and Moriarty spun his head round. Then promptly, he removed his foot from the assasins throat then glided to the door. As soon as he had arived, he vanished, leaving Sebastian Moran wonderstruck upon the floor.

Similar interactions occured every day for weeks after that. Every time, sebastian was pinned to somewhere by the shorter man and every time sebastian could do nothing but admire the man who he was at the mercy of. He was beaten if he attempted to retaliate yet throughout the visit there was a destinct air that both men loved the pain eachother was going through. Yet somehow, neither was sure whether the other liked it or not. Until one night, after almost half a year of nightly pain and homoerotic tension, sebastan snapped.

Sebastian had once again been thrusted down to the floor but this time he has pinned by the collar by the smaller man who had straddled him. The tension was too high to deny any of it yet he still had no idea why he kept being visited. He wasnt going to complain though because ,god damn, the man ontop of him was hot.

"If you want me," the assasin panted. "Come and get me."
Moriarty paused, languidly sweeping a hand up and under his victims chin. "Want you in which way darling? Dont get me wrong, both involve ropes, but its an important destinction to make before we proceed."

Moran ran his tounge across his bottom lip.
"Surprise me" he winked and the man above him blushed for the first time he had seen. He then spun them around so his visitor was below him before pressing their lips togther and kisding with furious passion. A short moan of delight arose from the throat of the shorter man as he arched his waist closer to the assasins so that he could place his arms round his back. Moriarty's hand streached to grab sebastians hair and Moran's hand trailed up and under the shorter mans  shirt to his bare chest. This continued for a while ,neither of them pulling away unless absolutely necessary and even so only for a few moments.

Lets just say, the person in the ropes wasn't who Moriarty had expected.