WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Rape & Violence. Explicit Sexual Content & Swears. It also features more MorMor (haha) than I was intending when outlining this, but it just kind of flowed that way. :) I'll try to have the rest of the parts up over the next week.
“He’s la-a-te,” Jim Moriarty sing-songed, propping his feet up on his desk and flipping through texts on his mobile. A Manila folder tumbled to the floor, scattering its precious documents. Jim didn’t bother retrieving them. Just some drivel concerning Iranian arms deals; vastly unimportant.
Sebastian Moran shot him an miffed look from his seat by the window --an expression that Jim would’ve murdered anyone else over-- but was too wise to comment. He returned to his book, A Scanner Darkly by some American author. Jim couldn’t comprehend Sebastian’s sudden interest in the man’s written works, and it both intrigued and annoyed him.
"If he doesn’t show, I blame you,” Jim said, attempting to elicit some kind of response. “You’re the one who bullied me into this.”
This was, in fact, true. Living life without fucking over Sherlock Holmes was tiresome, and it had become difficult not to simply pop on over to Baker St. and have a cuppa and a nice chat with the precious Mrs. Hudson. Just imagining the looks of horror on Sherlock and his pet, Watson’s, faces when they came home and saw him in their sitting room made him absolutely giddy.
But no, it would’ve been much too soon after their last meeting. A little suspense never hurt anybody. The problem was, even skewering the Ice Man’s plans had lost much of its entertainment value, and he had found himself recalcitrant when dealing with new clients, preferring to stew dangerously in his own boredom.
The problem with people, Jim thought, was that they all considered themselves to be sooo interesting; especially the wannabe criminals who hired him because they were too cowardly or inept to take care of their own shite.
“You need something to keep your mind occupied, or you’re going to go mental,” Sebastian stated gruffly, grey eyes peeking over the top of his book for a moment before disappearing.
“I’m already completely insane,” Jim sniped immediately.
Sebastian laughed, looking up briefly at Jim’s face to make sure he wasn’t offended. “Well, you’re going to drive me mental. All you do is watch surveillance footage of Holmes and-”
“Aw, don’t be jealous, sweetheart,” Jim interrupted. “You know you're daddy's favourite.”
The glare Sebastian sent him was delicious and Jim grinned impishly at him.
Before things had a chance to escalate, Jim heard the faint squeak of shoes on vinyl outside the door to his office. This was soon followed by a knock. Jim settled back into his seat with an aggravated sigh, reluctantly tucking his phone away. "Entrer!” he trilled.
Daniel Green didn’t just walk into Jim’s office; he sauntered in, looking far too smug and suave for a man who was five minutes late to their appointment. It would have been more impressive had it been genuine instead of an act. Nervous anxiety practically radiated from the man. Jim could read it with ease from the fresh worry lines decorating his forehead down to the sweaty fingerprints he'd left while tying his shoes. To show his displeasure at the man's tardiness, Jim maintained a stolid expression in the face of the faux-apologetic smile he received. Green’s pretentious smile faltered at Jim’s non-reaction and he dithered near the door-frame, swinging his arms like a Neanderthal as he waited for Jim to speak.
He was quite a handsome fellow, Jim couldn't fail to notice; a rugby player by the look of him - probably exquisitely muscled under that three-piece suit. His neatly combed dark hair and golden-brown eyes were complimented by an artfully stubbled visage and perfectly tanned skin. He was every adolescent girl’s pretty-boy dream. Exactly how Jim had figured he’d look. It was quite disappointing.
Jim wouldn’t have bothered with him at all if the young man's father hadn’t been the CEO of BAE Systems. The war in Afghanistan and Iraq had benefited their company greatly, and Sebastian had been eager to get in good with them.
You Were My First - Part 1a/5
“He’s la-a-te,” Jim Moriarty sing-songed, propping his feet up on his desk and flipping through texts on his mobile. A Manila folder tumbled to the floor, scattering its precious documents. Jim didn’t bother retrieving them. Just some drivel concerning Iranian arms deals; vastly unimportant.
Sebastian Moran shot him an miffed look from his seat by the window --an expression that Jim would’ve murdered anyone else over-- but was too wise to comment. He returned to his book, A Scanner Darkly by some American author. Jim couldn’t comprehend Sebastian’s sudden interest in the man’s written works, and it both intrigued and annoyed him.
"If he doesn’t show, I blame you,” Jim said, attempting to elicit some kind of response. “You’re the one who bullied me into this.”
This was, in fact, true. Living life without fucking over Sherlock Holmes was tiresome, and it had become difficult not to simply pop on over to Baker St. and have a cuppa and a nice chat with the precious Mrs. Hudson. Just imagining the looks of horror on Sherlock and his pet, Watson’s, faces when they came home and saw him in their sitting room made him absolutely giddy.
But no, it would’ve been much too soon after their last meeting. A little suspense never hurt anybody. The problem was, even skewering the Ice Man’s plans had lost much of its entertainment value, and he had found himself recalcitrant when dealing with new clients, preferring to stew dangerously in his own boredom.
The problem with people, Jim thought, was that they all considered themselves to be sooo interesting; especially the wannabe criminals who hired him because they were too cowardly or inept to take care of their own shite.
“You need something to keep your mind occupied, or you’re going to go mental,” Sebastian stated gruffly, grey eyes peeking over the top of his book for a moment before disappearing.
“I’m already completely insane,” Jim sniped immediately.
Sebastian laughed, looking up briefly at Jim’s face to make sure he wasn’t offended. “Well, you’re going to drive me mental. All you do is watch surveillance footage of Holmes and-”
“Aw, don’t be jealous, sweetheart,” Jim interrupted. “You know you're daddy's favourite.”
The glare Sebastian sent him was delicious and Jim grinned impishly at him.
Before things had a chance to escalate, Jim heard the faint squeak of shoes on vinyl outside the door to his office. This was soon followed by a knock. Jim settled back into his seat with an aggravated sigh, reluctantly tucking his phone away. "Entrer!” he trilled.
Daniel Green didn’t just walk into Jim’s office; he sauntered in, looking far too smug and suave for a man who was five minutes late to their appointment. It would have been more impressive had it been genuine instead of an act. Nervous anxiety practically radiated from the man. Jim could read it with ease from the fresh worry lines decorating his forehead down to the sweaty fingerprints he'd left while tying his shoes. To show his displeasure at the man's tardiness, Jim maintained a stolid expression in the face of the faux-apologetic smile he received. Green’s pretentious smile faltered at Jim’s non-reaction and he dithered near the door-frame, swinging his arms like a Neanderthal as he waited for Jim to speak.
He was quite a handsome fellow, Jim couldn't fail to notice; a rugby player by the look of him - probably exquisitely muscled under that three-piece suit. His neatly combed dark hair and golden-brown eyes were complimented by an artfully stubbled visage and perfectly tanned skin. He was every adolescent girl’s pretty-boy dream. Exactly how Jim had figured he’d look. It was quite disappointing.
Jim wouldn’t have bothered with him at all if the young man's father hadn’t been the CEO of BAE Systems. The war in Afghanistan and Iraq had benefited their company greatly, and Sebastian had been eager to get in good with them.