A cane was tapped against the floor by a finely dressed gentlemen, seemingly bored inside of the strangers home. The room he resided in along with the stranger was vast, and blatantly used for meetings and congregations with people. A long table in the center of the room suggested that this man was accustomed to many visitors at once.

The books and files suffocating the shelves alining the wall suggested he spent a great amount of time studying, or perhaps he pursued acts of spying for information that is meant to stay hidden. Such is the way one comes in contact with the proper blackmail for an immortal.

There was an unspoken understanding between Dorian Gray and James Moriarty (or as Dorian knew him as, M) as they stared each other down. They would not speak of blackmail, threats, or portraits, or any other idle subjects that would get them no closer to there separate goals. Such things were for lesser, more barbaric men, and they preferred to consider themselves gentlemen.

"Ahh, Mr. Gray," M announced grandly, spreading his arms in welcome. "Please, sit down. Sherry?."

Dorian lifted on elegant eyebrow and lowered himself in an armchair by the fire. If M was to play nice for now, so would he.

"Thank you," Dorian said lackadaisically, as boredom was the frequently expression that dominated his appearance. "I understand you would like to make a proposal?"

M handed Dorian the crystal glass and sat himself in a similar armchair in the other side of the fireplace. He sipped his own sherry before responding. "Right to business then? You'll forgive me for having to resort to such primitive methods to secure your interest, but I knew a man of your... experience would not respond positively to my advances when you have nothing to gain."

Dorian narrowed his eyes, "Pardon me if I don't."

M lifted an eyebrow, amused, "Testy, aren't we?"

Dorian remained silent, not dignifying that question with an answer.

"Well, I suppose I would be as well." M sighed.

"I was under the impression you had some favor you'd like to ask of me... Or am I giving your mind simply too much credit?" Dorian drawled, leaning back in his chair with one hand holding his cane steady against the floor.

M chuckled at Mr. Gray's reluctance, but continued on in his explanation. "No need to get offensive, Mr. Gray. As I now have your attention due to your item of value that in by possession, I think I am right to believe that you will help me in my quest."

Dorian rolled his eyes, "And your quest is to do what exactly?"

"To begin my empire. My rule."

Dorian kept his mask of impassiveness over his face and his gaze wandered over to the crackling flames not so far from him. Inside, though, he was amused. Why were mortals always striving for world domination, when it obviously never worked out in the end? They simply never learn... However, Dorian was not pleased with the threat this 'M' held over him, and a would most likely end up having to play along with this fool's plans until he could find a path to regaining his portrait.

"And how do you expect me to assist you with this?"

"Mr. Gray, there are many ways I can think of, but there is only one that will be of the most help."

"Obviously."

The fire crackled and M stabbed at it with an iron poker. He continued as though Dorian had never spoke, "I would like you to take part in the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen."

For the first time in an excessive amount of years, Dorian Gray was confused, "Excuse me?"

"The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen." M explained, "It's a government assembled team that assists the Empire with major, potentially world-breaking catastrophes."

"And am I correct to assume that you are not expecting me to do any world rescuing? It seems that your methods are a bit extreme for just requesting I assist the government."

"Right you are, Mr. Gray. My plans are a bit more advanced than that."

Dorian rolled his eyes, already bored with the direction this conversation was going in. It was clear that M preferred to keep him in the dark as to the particulars. He only wanted Dorian for something specific.

"And would you care to enlighten me as to what exactly you'd like me to do?"

M smiled grimly, relishing his power. "Certainly, Mr. Gray. You see, the League is not made of of your average gentlemen. Each one of them has a...let's call it special part that I would like to have in my possession," M glanced away from the fire to see how Dorian was taking this and of course, that shroud of boredom still hung over his head. "But amongst extraordinary people, only an extraordinary spy will be able to do my bidding right."

Dorian raised an eyebrow in amusement at M's choice of words. As he played with the grand ring on his finger, he realized it seemed as though M was attempting to make him feel insignificant, or similar to a slave. Of course, this was pointless, as Dorian's ego was to large to allow this. He had lives far longer than the man sitting next to him had, and had no doubt in his mind that he was wiser and more talented, in every aspect of his life.

M opened a drawer on the table beside him and dug out an envelope with his seal from within. He tossed it to Dorian who's deft fingers clutched it from the air. "Inside that are instructions on what you are to do when everything comes together. You are playing a reluctant League member who wants no part in this," smiling coyly he added, "That is not so far from the truth so I trust you can portray it well?" M was confident his plans were ingenious, and having Mr. Dorian Gray at his command made him all the more content. Every second he was closer to his goal.

Dorian remained silent.

"As this is of the utmost importance and all the men in our little group have dealt with their own betrayals, you must not get caught or give off the slightest untrustworthy vibe."

"I've never heard of you before, Mr. M."

Smiling once again, mirth twinkled slightly maniacally in M's eyes. "Oh, I'm sure you have, Mr. Gray, just in not so little words."

"You don't say," Dorian could sense M's unwillingness to relinquish any more information.

"Ah, yes, well, I suppose since you are now in my employment I shall have to this you a bone." M paused, searching Dorian's face curiously for any signs of irritation towards the demeaning phrases he continued to use. Again, Mr. Gray's face betrayed nothing. "I assume you've heard of the recent attacks across Europe that have the potential to spark a world war?"

"And I suppose I've heard wilder things before than you being the cause of them."

Smiling appreciatively, M nodded, "Yes, the Fantom has been reeking many a havoc. But as I said before, my plans will come together."

"I don't believe I ever heard you say anything of the sort," Dorian rolled his eyes once more and proceeded to lift himself from his chair, sensing his dismissal. "You have nothing to fear, Mr. M. As I care little for this whole ordeal, I would prefer this to be over quickly, which will therefore give your best outcome." Pausing on his way to the door and smirking, he added, "After all, I am a professional." On that note, Dorian made his way out of the room, and concentrated once more on retrieving his portrait and the new information he had collected.

Okay, so I just started, but I'm gonna keep going with this one. The plot isn't gonna change from cannon for a little while so it's gonna be basically Dorian's point of view of the movie for a couple more chapters. Please tell me what you think !