Nicotine (Sheriarty)

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"I heard you said that Magnessun was worse than me. So, I'm here to prove you wrong." Jim said quietly.

"And how are you going to do that?" Sherlock whispered.

Without hesitation, Moriarty leant forwards until their lips met. He wanted Sherlock to remember him. He reached one hand up to Sherlocks cheek and the other to the wall. The kiss was sweet but passionate. Jim was pleased with this. Sherlock clearly was too as he didn't try to pull away.

Moriarty slipped his tongue into Sherlocks mouth and spent the next few minutes exploring it. He was enjoying himself a bit to much. No. He wasn't supposed to enjoy this.

Jim tried to pull away but he couldn't. Sherlock grabbed his waist and pulled him back. Neither of the men could control themselves. They wanted each other. They needed each other. Sherlock was under his spell and Jim wasn't planning on taking that away just yet.

He allowed the kiss to continue for a few minutes before pulling away. He was enjoying the game too much. Human error.

He said nothing. Everything he was about to say had already crossed Sherlocks mind. Instead, he left the room. He clicked his fingers on the way out indicating for the Snippers to be called off. It also told the man outside the door to take Sherlock home.

Moriarty had left his mark.