Note - this is made from an RP between my account crowleylovesyou and fellow RPer jamesfabulousmoriarty on Tumblr.

"I can't BELIEVE you let them get away again. Run, and run fast, because when I find you, I'll eat your innards for breakfast!" Crowley yelled into his phone at the pathetic demon foot soldier who had just failed him again, and slammed his iPhone onto the bar's counter. He was sitting on a stool at the bar, feeling sorry for himself, with an empty glass.

Jim had just finished dealing with a few pesky politicians and was sitting at the bar, a somewhat pleased yet bored look on his face as he sipped at his whiskey. He was suddenly drawn from his daze by a strong and angry voice. The source was a rather intriguing looking man wearing a rather nice suit and a look of irritation painted on his face. It was a look Jim was all too familiar with. After a moment he motioned for the bar tender to get him a refill, "He needs another one…"

Crowley was puzzled when the bartender brought him a new whiskey. "I didn't order this?"

The bartender told him that the guy sitting at the other end of the bar had sent it to him. "Ok, thanks,"

"Oh Cupid, why must you constantly do this to me?" He thought
as he checked out Moriarty.

"Say….you're a fine looking fellow. Where you from?" Crowley winked. "I don't bite….hard. Come over here." He said loudly enough for Moriarty to hear, in a commanding tone.

Jim smiled as he picked his whiskey up and walked over, "That sounds almost disappointing. The names Jim, London. And you?" After sitting down, the consulting criminal was able to get a good look at the dark intriguing stranger. Needless to say, Jim liked what he saw.

"The name's Crowley, I'm the King…of Hell." He wondered if Moriarty would believe him. Crowley glanced at him in a flirtatious manner. "So, what brings you to the States?" He had a good look at Moriarty and imagined himself kissing him, as he often did with people when he met them. "Such a fine bloke as yourself, what are you doing drinking alone?" Crowley picked up his phone from the counter and placed it in his pocket.

"I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you yet." He smiled.

"Crowley? Nice name, very strong…Hell? Sounds fun," Jim said with a smile. He didn't believe the man completely but thinking to what he heard earlier, it was a slight possibility. After taking a sip of his drink, Jim smiled and looked into Crowley's dark eyes, "Just some…business that needed to be taken care of personally. You could say I work in world politics I guess.. " It wasn't untrue, he just didn't LEGALLY work in politics. "Didn't have anyone to drink with. Don't have any friends really. Can't afford it with my line of work," he explained polishing his drink off and signaling to the bartender for another, "Damn…American liquor is pathetic…" As the man refilled his glass, Jim looked at Crowley, "I'm surprised you don't have someone hanging on your arm, with looks like yours? Women must throw themselves at you…"

"You don't believe me, do you? Well, I can prove it to you." Crowley moved his empty glass along the bar as if it was nothing, using just a hand gesture. "Oh, the fun I get up to sometimes with these powers, darlin'." He flirted. "And women, well they're nice at times but at this moment in time I find myself searching for some dark prince..."

"I'm in the same boat as you, no one to drink with, no time for friends, and in my line of work, people only throw themselves at me because they're desperate to sell their souls for money, power, family, the works." He explained. "I….sort of….work in politics…..Hell is my kingdom. I don't have a Queen. I don't have a King either….I'm not picky. I prefer those who are suave and good looking, like yourself…." He flashed his red irises for a moment and then they returned to their normal hazel shade. He smirked.

As Crowley moved the glass and became more assertive, Jim found himself growing strangely attracted to the dark mysterious man. /Perhaps it's slight of hand?/ he thought before he saw him lean in close, his eyes flashing a dark shade of red. Seeing this, Jim leaned back a bit in shock. After a moment, he smiled and crossed one leg over the other, "Oh my…so, a demon in a bar? No king or queen on his arm? Drinking…" He gently leaned over and sniffed at Crowley's drink, "58 year old Creig? Anything could happen…" As he let the last syllable leave his tongue, Moriarty placed his left hand on his knee and lifted his refilled glass to his lips.

"How could you know that, just from the smell of the drink, are you a demon too? No, I'd be able to tell. You're not a witch or a psychic either." He took a sip from his own refilled glass and admired Moriarty.

"I tend to just love 'em and leave 'em," Crowley stated, matter of factly. He didn't mention the fact at this point that he could also read minds.

"I too am picky about my drink of choice," Jim replied smiling, a hint of pride in his voice as he sipped his own drink, "It's a trick you pick up when you're traveling for work." When Crowley explained that he was a love them and leave them type, Jim couldn't help but think that he may have at least a shot at one glorious night, "That so? I'm curious to see that for m'self…"

"Well, I can show you, at my place, if you like," Crowley flirted, unsure if Moriarty would want to. "I have to warn you though, I'm quite dangerous in the bedroom, and I don't mean that as a euphemism," He was tempted to explain this, but thought it wise to let him come up with his own conclusions and to leave it to the imagination.

A slight look of intrigue crossed Moriarty's face, a coy smile dancing across his lips, "What's the point if there isn't a bit of blood?" He never really minded when his lovers got rough, the consulting criminal actually enjoyed it. He quickly finished off his drink before turning his gaze to Crowley once more, "Besides…do I really seem like such a fragile soul?"

Crowley looked into Moriarty's eyes, reading his soul and simply stated, "No, you look like you could use someone to vent your frustrations out on." He winked. "I have to warn you, my place is quite far away, you'd be surprised, we can't get there by cab either," He loved to be mysterious. He bit his own lip mischievously, wondering what it would be like to kiss him, and it was written all over Crowley's face what he was thinking about that.

Moriarty smiled and left some money on the bar for the bartender, "Can't be farther than my place. Let's go…" Seeing the look in his eyes, Jim knew what Crowley wanted. Smirking, he leaned forward and placed a light teasing kiss on his lips, "Show me what a demon can do…."

"Are you sure you want to find out?" Crowley purred. "Decide…your place or mine? I can take us there in a second. I'm sure you don't fully believe I'm a demon yet, so I'll prove it." He touched Moriarty's wrist and it burned for a second, and Crowley released his wrist, and it wasn't burning anymore.

"How's that for a taster of what I can do?" He smirked.

"Yours," Jim replied before feeling a burning pain in his wrist. He didn't yank back though, if anything it seemed to be an enjoyable pain. Looking from his wrist to Crowley's hand, Jim knew he was telling the truth. "I like it," the dark haired man said with a dark smile, "I'd love to see what else you can do."

"I bet you would, darlin'," He purred and clicked his fingers. The two were transported to Crowley's apartment in Hell. It was decorated mostly in black and red with the occasional grey item here and there. There was a desk with a leather executive chair and a black leather sofa in the main room, it looked a bit like a plush law office. "I don't keep my dungeon, or my bed, in this part of the flat," Crowley spoke softly, he was amused at the fact he had made himself a flat/apartment in Hell and not a mansion, but he simply wanted to save room for more souls to torture. He also had a mansion on Earth that was more than fitting.

"You'll have to earn it, if you want to visit either of them." He took command, not caring if Moriarty considered himself a dom or a sub. He moved towards Moriarty and smoothed his right hand through Moriarty's hair and leaned in to kiss him

Jim gasped a bit as they appeared at Crowley's flat, every doubt in his mind of his demonic powers gone. "Makes sense…gotta be careful mixing business and pleasure," he replied after getting over the initial shock and taking in the decor. "And, how do I earn that privelege?" Jim asked as he leaned forward and kissed Crowley gently at first. He wanted so badly to have Crowley on the desk, right then and there, but he had a feeling he wouldn't be in charge this time round.

Crowley sensed what Moriarty was thinking, "Not gonna bloody happen, love, you haven't earned it, and no, I don't mix business with pleasure, there's century old contracts on that desk," He snarled. He kissed him, but didn't linger, teasing him. "I think you know what's next? If not, start learning."

It was a bit irritating that Crowley didn't lengthen the kiss, but Jim would have to get used to it. "Depends…" Jim said gently running his hand up Crowley's chest and taking a gently grasp of his tie, "Everyone likes to start differently…" He then leaned forward and gently kissed Crowley's neck and began running his free hand down towards Crowley's groin.

"You'll have to get used to my teasing, boy, and by the way, I can read minds and tell you what you're thinking, what you've been doing etc, a bit like your arch-nemesis but in a different way, I don't observe, I intrude on your mind instead," Crowley smirked. He was surprised at the tie grabbing, no one usually dared to do that to him, lest they risk his wrath. But he let it slide. He felt himself grow weaker for a moment as Moriarty kissed his neck and fondled him.

He slapped Jim's hand, "Not until you've earned it, bitch," He then promptly unbuttoned his shirt but left it on, revealing his chest tattoos but in a teasing manner, just giving him a glimpse. His boner was obvious and he grinded it against Jim with a look of lust in his eyes. "If you want more, you'll have to show me just what kind of kiss you wanted me to give you earlier," He stopped himself from using his psychic restraining techniques for now, it would be quite a surprise for Moriarty later.

Jim listened intently to what Crowley was saying, especially when he mentioned that bastard Sherlock. He had been moving his lips up Crowley's jaw when the demon slapped his hand away, pulling a whimper from Jim's lips. He watched though, watched as Crowley undid his shirt and revealed the surprisingly detailed dragon tattoos across his chest. God how he wanted to ravage him right then and there, but he didn't want to push too far at first. No, he would just nudge at the boundaries until he found out what he could get away with. "Mind reading? Hot to the touch? Telekinisis? You're just full of surprises?" Jim said with a smirk before letting out an unintentional moan as he felt Crowley rub his erection against him. He was intent on making Jim work for his prize. With a lustful sigh, he began kissing the demon's neck again, working his way across his jaw and up to his lips where he placed a strong and heated kiss.

Crowley kissed Jim back, venting his frustrations into the kiss, his tongue teasing every corner of Moriarty's mouth, he ruffled Jim's hair and moaned into his mouth and screwed his eyes up. As Jim was distracted he pulled on Jim's tie and forcibly removed Jim's shirt and then his own. "On your knees, slut!" He was unsure as to whether Moriarty would comply or turn the tables. They were both very strong willed after all.

Jim smiled into the kiss, tasting Crowley as he explored. When the demon grabbed his tie and removed his shirt, the consulting criminal could help but let out a slight gasp. "Whatever you say," he half whispered as he slowly knelt down, trailing kisses down his tattoos and stomach. He wanted to let Crowley control him for a bit before he flipped it around.

Moriarty's Irish accent made Crowley shiver as he leaned against the wall, "You know, you could be my new favourite pet." He moaned at the kisses to his chest tattoos and his stomach. He was rock hard and sensitive as Hell. He had black boxers on with a red '666' printed onto them under his black trousers, he thought Moriarty may find it amusing.

"By the time I'm finished with you, lad, you'll be begging to become my prince of Hell," He sighed, happily.

Moriarty could tell Crowley was ready to go, but being the good pet he had to be, he knew he had to take his time. Once he was on his knees, Jim smirked and toyed with Crowley's belt, almost as if he were asking permission to disrobe Crowley further. As he waited for an answer, Jim brushed the obvious bulge with his hand, teasing him with his light touch. "Oh? You should see me in a crown," he replied with a cocky smirk.

"What are you waiting for, babe? Eat your dinner," Crowley broke his stern pretence and laughed. "If you're a good little whore then you'll get the same treatment…IF I feel generous enough…..fucking bitch" He talked dirty when he was horny.

Jim smiled and wasted no time in undoing Crowley's belt and pants, a slight smile coming to his face as he saw the 666 boxers. "Someone has a sense of humor," the dark haired man said with a giggle before pulling Crowley's cock out, almost shocked at the sheer size of it. When the demon mentioned possibly returning the favor, Jim felt butterflies in his stomach for the first time. "Whatever you say sir," he replied coyly before slowly taking the hardened member into his mouth and trying to swallow as much of it as he could.

More chapters later!