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Part 1: MANIC
"Sebby, it huuuuurts." Jim whined. "Please Seb. Make it stop."
It was another one of his dark moods. He sat curled up on the snipers lap and gripped onto his shirt. His hands were shaking and his skin was even paler then usual.
"Please please, I don't want this anymore." He begged. Sebastian knew what he meant. He knew what he wanted and this time, only this time, he forbid himself from following orders.
"I know Jim. Not today though. You're not done yet." He cooed to the broken man, wrapping his arms around him and holding him to his chest. Jim buried his face into the crook of Sebastian's neck. Very softly he whispered: "Sebastian, fetch my gun."
"No."
"What if I said it was an order?"
"No."
Jim sighed, shifting his position so he had his arms around Sebastian's neck and he was being cradles in the sniper's arms.
"Don't you want me to be happy? I thought you loved me." His eyes, seemingly so darker now, began too glisten. Jim could not feel most things, being a sociopath and all, but he knew pain and he was fed up with dealing with it. He didn't want to feel anything anymore. He wanted to be dead.
Sebastian is the only person that loves Jim, and he probably will always be the only person. Jim…he wants to love Sebastian, and he thinks that one day he will, but for now he just can't. He literally can't. But Jim Moriarty is a brilliant man with a brilliant mind, and he would be damned if he didn't learn how to love. No antisocial disorder would keep Jim Moriarty from getting what he wanted.
On one evening, before they had begun their relationship, Jim was in a heated argument with Sebastian when he said:
"I hired you because I thought you would at least have the knowlage to understand me. If you can't even process the words I say then why the fuck am I keeping you around? I thought you would be different! "
And something clicked in Sebastian's head. Moriarty was legitimately upset that Sebastian couldn't understand him. He was hoping, craving for someone to get him and to see through the sociopath and look at the human. The sniper walked right over to Jim, and he embraced him.
Jim was speechless. He could have the man's head on a stick for touching him. He could drown him in flames and burn him alive underwater, but he found himself frozen. Something was happening to him, he couldn't entirely explain what. He began to…feel something. It was so very slight, barely noticeable, but it was there.
Jim Moriarty, the spider of a man with no heart, actually felt something.
"Oh." He whispered. How interesting.
Sebastian kept his arms around the smaller man, not making any indications of letting go anytime soon. Jim never returned the embrace, but at some point he rested his head against Sebastian's chest.
Jim could not feel affection, but he enjoyed sex. So that's often what they did. He would never consider his relationship with the sniper to be dubbed 'fuck buddies'. It was more then that, but fucking was one of the only real ways they could connect. Fucking and killing were two of the few things that made Moriarty feel. Jim liked scars, not on himself of course, but on everyone else. He liked to give scars, to mark things as his own. And so on one occasion he brought a knife to bed.
Sebastian gave his consent, a bit eager to bear the wounds drawn by his partner. Jim beamed and pushed him against the bed. On his chest, just over his heart, he carved his name. A bond in blood. Jim marveled over his work before lapping up the red with his tongue, documenting Sebastian's moans and saving them deep in his own mind. That was the night Sebastian Moran literally gave his heart to Jim Moriarty.
Now his chest is marked permanently with the pink letters:
JM