Chapter 1
Was this really a good idea?
Jim sighed through his gritted teeth as he quietly reassured himself that kitting up the man that he wanted in every way possible, John, with bombs was the right thing to do. - If he couldn't have his pet, then no one could.-
He lingered slightly as he pulled Johns arm into the large coat, and zipped it up, looking deep into his grey eyes.
'Just be a good pet and this will be quick, ok darling?' He whispered, steeling his voice as he remembered to play the mad, bad guy that everyone expected of him.
John looked terrified and it was killing Jim. All he wanted to do was sweep John into his arms and leave, yet he couldn't do that because unless Sherlock saw John leave, he would never stop looking for him.
John looked towards the door as he pushed it open, hearing Sherlock's voice trying to aggravate Jim.
Moriarty was captivating to John, he looked at him and saw his sparkling mad eyes, his calming beautiful voice and his incredible body. He was, after all, so why not look and admire? Yet there was something in Jim that scared him, so deep within that John didn't know if he could cope with it. He was sure by now that Jim wasn't doing this to hurt Sherlock, he was doing it because he could no longer resist him, John. This was the first shock, no one had ever been to 221B Baker Street to see him, besides Harry. He was just a sidekick, the one that was always left behind or forgotten. The one that made mistakes.
Not this time.
He felt his face begin to go a shade of red as he looked into Jim's eyes silently pleading him to let him go, yet in his mind, he knew that was the last thing he wanted to happen.
He took a deep breath and stepped out to see Sherlock's eyes widen as he saw what was under John's puffy coat. After taking a deep breath to calm his excitement, He began to reel off the words that Jim had made him practise for hours on end earlier.