Sherlock Imagines

Bite. Me. (MoriartyxReader)[An Artistic Mind Part II]

Prompt: 28 ("Bite me.")
Character: Moriarty
Requested by: @HeroesOfOlympus287x
So, I made this a continuation of "An Artistic Mind". There IS going to be a Part III

The door slammed. He could feel the walls practically vibrating from the action as his eyes went wide with surprise.
"Sir?" Sebastian said warily, eyes lifting to the agitated figure. Jaw clenched, fingers ripping at his hair and eyes screwed shut. His footsteps were almost mechanical as they began pacing along the main floor, the soles of his shining leather shoes clicking against the hard wood like a clock's tick.
Sebastian's hands stopped him, the firm grip on his shoulders sending an irritating sort of calm assurance through the Irishman, "Boss—Jim. What's wrong?" He demanded, the kind of tone he'd usually get clocked for. Jim was too panicked to even notice it.
"I screwed up. Bad—so, so bad." He divulged, eyes clearly showing just how scattered he was feeling.
"What happened? You need to calm down—we can fix this, if you just tell me what's wrong. Is it that Holmes guy?" He said firmly, attempting to calm the smaller man. Jim simply shook his head, jaw locking in agitation. He lifted his arm up to show the note he'd written to himself. Sebastian stared at the writing on Jim's forearm, confusion evident on his features. A simple gig, Jim had done more for less, had good contacts in Russia—where was the problem? All Jim could do is growl in annoyance.
"They know!" He snapped, making it plainly obvious to Sebastian what had happened. The taller just sighed.
"That's why you're slamming doors and acting like a crazed lunatic?" He deadpanned, slightly annoyed.
"Bite me, Moran!" He snapped in response, eyes ablaze. Sebastian grimaced as Jim forced his way past him, pacing starting up, again.
"If I may, I think you're overreacting." He said simply, arms crossing over his broad chest. He was a tad annoyed at Jim for acting this way—it was just a person, after all. A soulmate. It wasn't exactly unusual for a person to not even care about the person on the other end, finding happiness around them. He unconsciously ran his hand over his side, brushing the fabric over where Jim's initials lay.
"Overreacting!? This is my soulmate, and I just blew it to bits!" He screamed, anger taking over his panic. As much as Sebastian hated the idea of Jim falling head over heals for some stranger, he hated seeing Jim so upset, more.
"Look, we can fix this. Give me your hand." He ordered softly, a tad reluctant. Confused, he did as told gingerly, watching with sincere concern as Sebastian took his wrist, pulling something from his pocket...
A small, black pen.

You were practically in tears, fear driving everything in you.
"Maybe he passed out at a party or something, his friends decided to play a sick joke?" Mariah attempted, watching as you paced around her, horror written into your expression.
"What about the second one, it was like it was pressed with a stamp or something. What? Do they got a stamp for pranks like this?!" You fought, a sick feeling in your stomach. She frowned, sympathy in her eyes.
"There's got to be some sort of explanation...they can't be—"
"What? A criminal? Someone who's more than fine with aiding in 'disguised explosives with a nitroglycerin base'!? Clearly, they can, Riah!" A sob escaped your lips, soft trails of tears making their way down your cheeks, paths deterred by the aching, cracking sobs escaping your lips.
She was silent, any arguments she had falling quiet before they left her tongue. All she could say was a quiet, sympathetic apology. You began to clear your face of the mess of droplets as you felt a faint searing on your left arm...
"W-What..?" You mumbled out, forcing down your sleeve just as the messaged finished.

"L...le...let...me...e-ex...xplain..? 'Let me explain'?" Jim mumbled out, watching as Sebastian wrote across his skin. The taller man waited, expectant.
"They're not going to answer, Sebastian—they hate m—!" His complaint fell flat as two letters danced across his arm, in the same artful handwriting he'd become accustomed to.
"Ok—they said, 'ok'. Good, good." Sebastian couldn't help the faint bit of hope weaving its way into his voice at that, a grin spreading to his face as he began writing out a second question.
'Where are you from?'

"Sh-should I tell them..?" You asked shakily. Annoyed, Mariah took the pen from you, answering the question without your consent.
"Great. Can we meet up?' Y-e-s."
"Mariah!" You screeched, suddenly acutely award of what could happen. You knew about his plans, for all you knew, he could only be wanting to meet so he could shut you up—or worse—
"Calm down. He's asked to meet in a public place. I'll be right there, I promise." You looked at the message, a tad shocked to see a familiar name...

"Where should you meet?" He asked quickly, blue eyes looking up to his boss. He took a moment to think, chewing his lip anxiously as he tried to think of everything he knew about you.
"Liman Restaurant." He answered the moment his mind thought it up, "It's their favourite..." Sebastian paused a moment before nodding, scribbling it down with a date and time.