Did you miss me?
momor fanfic
m/m rated T
Sebastian Moran stormed down the vast hallway of the building. He used his exclusive key card to go up the private elevator. He slammed the card into the slot with vigor. He was furious. At one person in particular. When he got out of the elevator and navigated his way to his boss's office. He took a deep breath before shoving the door open and letting it bang against the inside wall.
There he was. Just sitting there in his office chair, filling out papers at his desk. It was a large desk covered with different papers and electronic devices. Moran would look more closely at these devices later, after he was done killing his boss. His boss, who meant the world to him, though he would never admit it to anyone who asked. The one he would guard with his one who's death Moran grieved for three years.
Jim Moriarty.
"Everyone" Moran declared angrily.
Jim glanced up at him with an amused smile teasing his lips.
"Hello Seb."
"Everyone," Moran continued, ignoring him. "In the entire world, knew you were alive before I did."
Jim set down his pencil. Moran stood there in a state of shock, still unbelieving that Jim was sitting right there.
He started to walk towards the desk.
"Is my little Seb jealous?"
Moran slammed his fist on the desk.
"Oh no! You are not just going to joke your way out of this one. Three years! Three years and you didn't you tell me."
Jim just smiled,
"Surprise."
Moran's assassin instincts kicked in as he rounded the table. He grabbed Jim's neck and shoved him to the wall, his vision red with anger. Jim struggled to breathe but refused to give up his act.
"Oh, you know I love it when you take control like that."
Moran's hands were shaking. He was not amused by Jim's flirty comments, he was too busy being blindingly furious.
"Is everything a joke to you?"
Jim stopped smiling.
"Put me down, Seb." He demanded. Moran did as he was told.
Jim coughed and straightened his suit.
"I had to disappear. You think I wanted this? I had to stay dead or the Holmes boys would have found me. Sherlock already toppled most of my criminal base but he missed some crucial bits. I would have told you, but I was afraid you would say something… indiscreet."
"You thought I would- IM A BLOODY ASSASSIN! MY JOB IS TO PROTECT YOU!" Moran yelled, fuming.
Jim just stared, unflinching.
"How?" Moran asked, breaking the silence.
"How, what?"
"How did you survive?"
Jim didn't respond. He just reached his hand up to Moran's face. His soft skin, brushing against the light stubble. Moran had missed this. He had felt so empty at his lover's absence.
"I love you." Jim said. Moran was shocked. Jim never said that to him before; it had just been implied. Moran would have smiled if he wasn't such a stoic person.
"And I, you."
Jim gave a small, flirty smile. Everything about Jim had an edge of danger, including his smile. Moran seemed to be attracted to danger.
Jim, being the shorter one, reached up and spoke softy against Moran's lips.
"Did you miss me?" he said teasingly, in a different tone then he had used when revealing himself to the world.
"Oh god yes." Moran said, before putting his lips to Jim's for the first time in years. Moran's hands grabbed Jim's hips and Jim's hands gripped the back of Moran's neck, bringing them as close together as possible. Moran pushed Jim backwards, and lifted him up onto the desk, not breaking the kiss. Now that they were at the same height, it was easier to get a better angle. Moran tilted his head slightly and allowed Jim to infiltrate his mouth. Jim's hands made their way to the bottom of Moran's shirt and rucked it up, his hands pressing into Moran's warm back. Moran made a noise in the back of his throat and brought his hands up to the back of Jim's neck. He gripped Jim tight and brought them impossibly closer. He felt the small hairs on the back of Jim's neck and scratched lightly with his fingernails. Jim purred.
"ahem?" said a voice from the doorway. It was one of the security officers who looked extremely uncomfortable walking in on them.
"Leave now or I will have Moran kill you." Jim instructed angrily and out of breath. The man looked frightened.
"but-"
Moran pulled a gun out of his belt gracefully and aimed it at him. The man ran out the door.
"Now what were we doing?" Jim asked, his fingers tracing Moran's lips.
"you were filing papers and I was yelling at you." Moran said cheekily.
"You're funny Seb, maybe that's why I keep you around." Jim said sarcastically.
Moran leaned in, their noses touching, their lips almost touching. Jim's eyelids fluttered a bit.
"Yeah, maybe thats why." Moran said with the faintest of smiles.
Jim, uncharacteristically, waited for Moran to close the gap, instead of closing it himself. Moran leaned in ever so closely, Jim could feel the faint brush of Moran's lips and closed his eyes- then Moran backed up and adjusted his coat and belt.
Jim sat there, spluttering.
"Sebastian, what the fu-"
"You have papers to file and I have people to kill." he said, making sure his gun was correctly its holster. Jim glared.
"Is this punishment for the past three years?" Jim inquired. Moran nodded.
"This is only the beginning of your punishment."
"Oh? and whats the rest?"
"Imagine this: no sex."
"What!?"
"You heard me."
"Sebastian, you cent be serious."
"I am. You let me grieve your death for three years, I am not giving you simple pleasures anymore."
Jim's eyes narrowed and his mouth turned up into a smirk.
"We will see how long you can last on that promise." Jim teased. Moran didn't react.
"Ive had three years to practice." he said grimly. Jim's smile dropped, seeing that Moran was serious. Jim had thought that Sebastian would have embraced his return with happiness, not expecting things to be so tense and uncomfortable between them. He hadn't anticipated that his absence would have affected Moran so harshly.
"Sebastian, I-"
"You don't need to say anything." Moran interrupted. He turned to walk out the door, but paused halfway, stating, "Ill be home late tonight. Dont wait up for me." He walked out the door.
Jim's heart sped up. Home? He was coming home? That old little flat, with burn marks on the walls and bullet holes in the doors. For the first time in three years, Moran called it home. This was excellent news.
Sleeping by himself was one of the worst things Jim had to endure while hiding from the world. Waking up in cold sweat from his frequent nightmares and having no warm, strong arms to hold him and help him fall back asleep. Having no one to bother and complain to when something didn't go according to plan. Jim had occasionally set the table for two out of habit, just to sit across from an empty seat and an empty plate. Home. Sebastian was coming home. Jim sat back down at his desk, picking up his pencil once more, hoping that things could go back to the way they used to be.
AN: I hope you enjoyed this fanfic! It was fun to write, considering these characters are very different than other characters I've written about. I just became obsessed with Mormor this week so I did a lot of "research" on their personalities to make this as accurate as I possibly could. Im thinking of writing another chapter but I'm waiting for a spark of inspiration. You can leave your thoughts in the comments! thanks!