A/N: just a fluffy piece I wrote for a friend. I have only just realised my pure love of MorMor XD I hope you enjoy and I'd love to hear from you!

Thanks for reading! X

Jim and Sherlock we caught up in a smooth and gentle lip-lock, very different from their usual ravenous and heated passion, but Sundays were a truce day between them and so they had all the time in the world.

They were interrupted when the door to Jim's luxury top floor flat opened and a man stepped in. Sherlock pulled away with shock but Jim continued to suck at his neck delicately - he was not easily distracted and would not stop until he was satisfied.

"Hey, princess" the man spoke in a low voice.

Sherlock had to admit he was extremely good looking, with a muscular physique and easily 6 foot 2 frame. His face was rough but that made him all the more intriguing and endearing.

"Not now, Sebby" Jim whined as he finally pulled away. "Can't you see I'm busy"

"Sebby?" Sherlock repeated with an air of confusion and disgust.

"Sebastian" the man said firmly, clearly not appreciating his own nickname "Sebastian Moran, princess' righthand man"

"Oh, well he's never mentioned you" Sherlock said curtly.

Sebastian just smiled to himself as he folded his arms across his chest "oh, is that so"

"Now, now boys" Moriarty cooed as he stood up and straightened out his suit "no need to fight over little ole me"

"Nobody's fighting" Sebastian affirmed "I just came for my next assignment"

"Oh so you're his pet" Sherlock said with a snarky smile as he stood up himself and strode towards the man for further inspection.

"No, that would be you, curlylocks" Sebastian smiled back with the same distain "and I hear you're quite the screamer too"

Sherlock looked mortified for a moment before snapping around to look at Jim who had his hands deep in his trouser pockets and was rocking back on his heels.

"What?" The criminal shrugged innocently. "I thought it must be trendy to have your own solider. You have one so I wanted one too"

"That's me by the way" Sebastian waved.

"Yes but..." Sherlock started to protest but was quite sure what to say "John and I have never... I mean have you and he..."

"Oh now I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I disclosed such information" Moriarty said as he took some slow steps forward "let's just say... You're not always around, and I have needs, honey"

"Honey? Wow, you guys are serious" Sebastian said "I usually get git"

"And you know I mean that sincerely" Moriarty said placing a hand over the spot his heart was suppose to be.

Sherlock didn't know what to say. He had utterly fallen for the enigma that was James Moriarty, but apparently the feeing was not mutual; to the criminal, Sherlock was replaceable, disposable.

"Listen, princess, I'm not really down with three ways, so either give me a job or let me go drink beer alone" Sebastian said. He seemed accepting of the fact Moriarty was his boss, but liked to passively take charge anyway.

"Fine, you are dismissed" Moriarty said with a wave of his hand.

"Alright" Sebastian bowed once. "Nice meeting you, curlylocks" he grinned before leaving the room.

Sherlock was still looking at Moriarty stunned. "Oh, if it's the juvenile nickname thing you'll get use to it" the criminal said, before approaching the detective and seductively stroking his hands along Sherlock's chest. "Now, where were we..."

"I don't understand" Sherlock said "what is this? What are we to each other?"

Jim shrugged "why label it? We're just here to have fun" he cooed "here to...experiment"

"And what of the results?" Sherlock asked.

"Well, I don't know yet" Moriarty claimed "I have to run a few more tests"

And with that, the couple were kissing again, and despite his doubts, Sherlock became further entangled into the web.