The sleek Maybach prowled through the empty roads, seemingly with no destination in mind. Wherever it went, darkness slid closer. It ate at the road and pavement, waiting for its prey to emerge. Nobody would guess as to what was happening inside.

"Let me see it, Jim." Sebastian tried to snatch the package away from Moriarty, who ducked and snickered.

"No, I don't think so, Sebby. I'm still trying to figure out what you are. Now, tell me how this spell works." Moriarty shook his head, his fingers tightening around the little cylinder-shaped bundle. He knew he was holding his only lifeline. He had nine hours.

"Open it first. You don't even know if it's real, your agent could be playing you for a fool." Sebastian's eyes hadn't left the parcel, he looked hungry.

"No." Moriarty frowned dangerously. Sebastian paused, and then sprung. His hands wrapped around the vial and Moriarty was forced to let go, he started tearing at the packaging.

A click and he felt the cold metal of a pistol at his forehead.

"Give it back, sweetie." Jim's falsely high-pitched voice sounded as an alarm for inevitable doom. Sebastian reflexively stopped tearing and looked to Jim.

"You wouldn't."

"I am very distressed. There is very little 'I wouldn't', can you be sure this is one?" Moriarty's finger pressed slightly harder on the trigger.

Sebastian grimaced; he could not do what he needed without Moriarty. He needed a soul to bind Crowley, but he had no such thing. But if Moriarty found out what he was, he may decide to take the honourable road and as unlikely as it seemed it was not worth risking.

"Fine!" Sebastian handed it back, Jim smugly put it into his pocket. The gun did not move.

"Tell me how to do the ritual." Moriarty leaned backwards, considering him. Sebastian growled.

"Soak a black cloth in the blood, cover the cloth in salt and begin to burn it." Sebastian smirked, "I'm not telling you anymore while you have that gun to my head."

"Hm." Jim smiled.

BLAM.

Sebastian fell back against the door, the force of the blast making his head ring, black blood dribbled from his head. He could not open his eyes as the ringing turned to drumming between his ears. He barely heard Moriarty exclaim,

"I knew it!" He blinked as Moriarty gave the driver actual directions, then started massaging his temples, feeling a headache setting in.

"You're really wearing my patience, Moriarty."

"What have you done to Sebastian?" Moriarty breathed.

"I became him. I am Sebastian, or the most you'll ever see of him." Sebastian looked up, dabbing at the wound. He hissed, still feeling the bullet slowly making its way back out.

"Who were you before you were Sebastian?" Moriarty brought out a handkerchief, wiping his gun clean.

"A taxi driver. Before that, a Hunter, before that an accountant and before that-"

"Shut up. Who do you work for?" Sebastian smirked, he'd decided that answer quite recently.

"Myself."

"Should I assume you were the one who ruined my Timberland shoes?" Moriarty did not look up but Sebastian was impressed.

"I stole your spoon as well." Sebastian grinned but it was short-lived. He grunted in pain as he plucked the bullet from his head.

"Why were you trying to kill me?" Jim held out the handkerchief and after a seconds hesitation, Sebastian gave him the bullet.

"Orders. You were looking into my previous boss's work. He didn't like it." Sebastian tried to keep it sweet, he was on unsure territory.

Jim was quiet for a moment, studying the bullet, wiping the black ooze off it and then proceeding to place it in the car door. There was an electrical whirring.

"What are you doing?" Sebastian frowned.

"We're here." Moriarty smiled, opening the door and leaving, without as much as a glance at Sebastian.

Sebastian sat in the car, alone, feeling like he had missed something but soon enough it wouldn't matter. It was nearly done.

"Do I need to say anything?" Moriarty stood in front of a glass table, watching his reflection in the grand mirror that scaled the wall. He looked pale; his dark eyes seemed black next to his white skin. He had to suppress a cold shiver as he saw his reflection melt and scream at him, before fading back to the blank expression that he was currently wearing. Sebastian was leaning back on the unnecessarily large bed, his torso bare, still bemused that Moriarty had chosen a place like this to conduct a dangerous and ancient ritual.

"You can if you like, some like it for the overall effect. Plus the creature you're binding can usually hear you. Sometimes adds to the thrill." Sebastian hungrily eyed his black shirt that was now wet with the demon's blood. He was so close to having all that power.

Moriarty didn't reply, sprinkling salt on the cloth and holding it up to the gold candlestick. They were both raptured as the flame licked at the cloth and then clung on, burning with lust and greedily devouring its prey.

"Now." Sebastian said, barely conscious of speaking. He watched intently as the flame grew stronger.

Moriarty dropped the cloth; it fluttered, seemingly held in the air for a second before it disappeared into the red liquid that was Moriarty's own blood. The fire stood no chance. It was overwhelmed by the thickness that surrounded it on all sides. Sputtering, it relinquished its ashen corpse.

Moriarty opened a black box next to the bowl of blood and took out a ring. It was solid gold, and its face had been carved with a pentacle and other supernatural symbols, it felt heavy in his hands, he was literally holding a legend. It was the ring of Solomon.

Moriarty slipped it on, feeling the room heat up. Sebastian leaned forward.

"You're mine." Moriarty whispered as he dipped the ring in. The air crackled and tightened around him, becoming thinner. Sebastian calmly observed the lights flickering, the building pressure as something was dragged there against its will.

Then it was all still. A balding man in a black suit was stood next to Jim, surveying the ingredients to his own imprisonment.

"I was just slicing through long awaited justice." The man said, as if in mourning.

"Are you the King of Hell?" Moriarty ignored him; he could see his real face, with its twisted and dark features that should not have existed. It made his skin crawl, he wanted to destroy the thing or get away. But he still had time; he would not be leaving through the veil to become one of these hideous creatures.

"One and only, I really should have relished burning her a bit longer." The King of Hell's eyebrows were raised in acknowledgement of Sebastian. Sebastian just licked his lips. So close.

"Then break my contract." Moriarty blew on the ring, wondering if the liquid would seal permanently. Crowley shivered, feeling the breeze deep inside of him.

"A name would be appreciated." Crowley eyed the ring, the thing binding him to this idiot. Only seconds before he had been making swift his promise to turn Meg into jerky and now his joy had been interrupted because of that goddamn ring. How had that thing evaded his grasp? He would have it melted down along with this infuriating speck of dirt once this was over and he planned for it to be over very soon.

Moriarty was just about to speak up when Sebastian interrupted.

"No name is needed, snake. You are bound to his soul, you know the contract, and you can break it here and now without a name." Sebastian smirked at the demon's glare; he was not going to let anything go wrong.

Moriarty turned his glare on the demon too; he was not in the mood to be messed about.

"Touchy. Can't blame a guy for trying." Crowley shrugged and clicked his fingers. Moriarty gasped, feeling like a chain had been ripped out of him. He held onto the table, feeling shaky, he held his breath, trying to keep from heaving up his stomach.

Crowley smiled smugly, he could have made it less painful but where was the fun in that?

"Well, that's done. You may as well set me free now, and we can go on our merry little ways-"

"Shut up. Leave. We'll call you back when we need you again." Sebastian dismissed Crowley, walking over to Moriarty.

"He's the one with the ring, not you. Does he even know what you are? If you think demons are ugly, kid, wait till you see what's inside him." Crowley scowled at Sebastian; he really did dislike the sods. Subtly he removed what was left of his blood from the bowl; at least no-one else would have it.

"What is he?" Moriarty croaked from next to him.

"Leviathan, he'll eat you up before you can appreciate another second of your newfound freedom." Crowley watched as Sebastian went to touch Moriarty, but was pushed away.

"Kill him." Moriarty huffed. Crowley felt the binds around his soul contract but the kid was new, commands had to be precise.

"Sure. I'll be right back. When you're dead." And Crowley was gone.

….

Moriarty went to speak again but Sebastian held him by the jaw, keeping his mouth shut.

"Kill me? I thought we could be friends." Sebastian leered, "Seriously, Jim, why kill me? What have I done?" He loosened his hold on Moriarty's jaw and felt him growl.

"You tried to kill me. You just want to use me." Jim's eyes sparked with spite but the fact that he had not tried to hurt him with some concealed weapon intrigued Sebastian.

"So what? You never been used before? You got something out of it." Moriarty frowned, and Sebastian's eyes widened. Moriarty never had been used before; he was always the one in control. Even the demon deal had been a calculated move, something he'd been sure he could evade given enough time.

"It's not all bad." Sebastian leaned in, sucking on his neck and then biting just to feel Moriarty tense beneath him. He felt hungry but in a way completely different to the hunger he was used to. He was hungry for this man. He wanted to feel the power struggle, the fight for dominance. He wanted to be surprised by this weak and pathetic species. This was taking playing with his food to a new extreme and he knew others of his kind would be disgusted, but he didn't care.

He gasped as Moriarty roughly pulled his head back by his hair and leaned in. "I'll make sure."

Then Moriarty pushed him backwards, licking his lips, his eyes swiftly taking him in. "I know what you want."

A smile slowly unfurled along Sebastian's face. His Moriarty wasn't dumb, of course he did.

"And?"

Jim stepped right into his chest, and then shoved him against the wall. "You're going to have to take it by force."

Sebastian actually laughed, his chest tightened as he struggled to breathe and then Moriarty was kissing him and he was ferocious, stealing all of his oxygen and still, Sebastian didn't want it to stop.

Jim moaned quietly as Sebastian cupped his hard flesh, releasing his mouth momentarily but it was only a temporary pause. Moriarty moved with a new determination, and Sebastian revelled in it, making Moriarty force his lips open with his tongue. Moriarty had his arm pushed up against his chest and, although he knew he could throw him off with a push, Sebastian wrestled only with his tongue and Moriarty's belt buckle.

He absorbed the feeling of Moriarty's hot mouth at his throat and the tips of his fingers digging into his hips. His skin burned with their heat and he could not stand it anymore. He needed more. He pushed Moriarty back, grinning at his surprised expression. He pulled him back again using his tie and whispered into his collarbone.

"Strip." His voice was thick with lust and he smirked greedily when Jim loosened his tie, freeing himself, but it wasn't quick enough. He desperately started unbuttoning his shirt, finally just ripping the last few buttons off as he pulled it apart.

Moriarty flung it off and bit Sebastian's bottom lip hard, and pressing their groins together making Sebastian arch into him. "That was Ralph Lauren."

"I don't care." Sebastian moaned, loving the feeling of his bare skin touching Jim's. There were still too many layers between them though. Moriarty was a step ahead.

"Get them off." He whipped off Sebastian's belt, slapping it against his ass to emphasize the command. Sebastian grunted, he could actually feel that.

"Yes, boss." They quickly reduced themselves to two simple, naked bodies. And then it was strategy time, the ultimate decision. Sebastian was pretty sure he was going to be the victor as he forced Moriarty down onto the bed but Moriarty wasn't so easily conquered, he was used to overpowering this body. He tangled their legs together and rolled them off the bed so Moriarty landed on top of Sebastian. Sebastian was about to push him off when Moriarty rolled him over onto his front, sitting firmly on his back.

The next moment, cold metal was linking his hands together. Sebastian felt Moriarty trail his fingers down his back, caressing his butt cheeks, he whimpered involuntarily. The lights flickered.

"No. Can't have that." Moriarty leaned over him, holding his head up and Sebastian tried to bite him as he sealed his mouth shut with a thick swathe of duct tape.

"You look so fucking lush like this. Reminds me of good, old times." Moriarty rubbed his cock against his back entrance, dancing along its rim.

"If I can't kill you, I'm certainly going to enjoy you." Sebastian writhed, was Moriarty seriously using the King of Hell as a sex service?

Moriarty looped Seb's belt over his hand, letting the end hang down.

"It's time Sebby learned. To. Remember. His. Place." He punctuated each word with a vicious lash to his buttocks and thighs. Sebastian moaned into the carpet, arching into the floor when Jim then sucked at the sore marks. He pulled Sebastian's legs further apart, sitting between them.

"This looks fun." Sebastian gasped against the tape as his anus was suddenly stretched viciously by some instrument. He struggled to breathe, and it was so invigorating.

"Just like playing doctors. Do you think John and Sherlock play like this?" Moriarty chuckled, tonguing at Sebastian's ass, noting how swollen his balls were.

He grinned, his hips rolled across Sebastian's ass and he closed his eyes briefly, savouring this moment. He sucked his fingers, making them wet as his tongue rolled over them and then he forced them inside that sweet hole.

Sebastian bucked and Moriarty groaned at the motion on his balls. He rubbed his fingers round, widening and deepening the entrance, forcing the fingers in further. He felt painfully hard already.

He lifted Sebastian's knees so he could get better access, letting his fingers slide out, and in one smooth motion forced his dick in instead.

He moaned, relishing the tight, hot, tense muscle surrounding him. He sank all the way in, touching prostate. Sebastian clenched around him and his breath hitched.

"Such a perfect, tight ass." Jim mumbled, sliding his arms around Sebastian and pulling at his nipples, enjoying the way Sebastian moved in response to him, unable to speak.

And then he couldn't wait anymore, arousal coiled tightly in his gut, making his thighs tingle, making the blood pound in his ears but he wouldn't come until he had ruined Sebastian, until he was trembling beneath him.

Jim hooked his arms behind Sebastian's knees and pushed his legs up even further, tilting his pelvis upwards and pulling out slightly. He thrust inside sharply, hitting Sebastian's prostate on every stroke, bruising his thighs, making him cry out wildly, his muscles clamping deliciously around him.

It was so intense, absolutely mind destroying pleasure. Sebastian's legs were weak around him; the only thing holding them up was Moriarty's arms.

"Fuck, Sebby! You're so… fuck!" Moriarty bit his tongue, and did one last vicious stroke. He smashed against Sebastian and the whole world seemed to rock. Sebastian screamed behind the tape and Moriarty couldn't hold himself in anymore, the scream sending him over the edge in one hot, long burst. He filled Sebastian up and just held on.

Which was why he wasn't ready when Sebastian took control.

The cufflinks broke and Sebastian rolled around in a way that left Jim beneath him. Jim was still trembling from ecstasy and his eyes didn't widen in fear like Sebastian had expected but narrowed in challenge.

"Do it." Moriarty hissed, his dark eyes shining.

And Sebastian did exactly what his instincts told him to. He obeyed.

He leaned in; kissing Moriarty till his chest hurt from lack of air and even then he kept going, until his tongue forked and slid further down into Jim's body. His body throbbed with black veins and he spasmed, coming, releasing black goo onto Moriarty's stomach, and then it came out of his mouth. In seconds, he was stuffing Moriarty's body with his self and it felt good.

The body of Sebastian Moran collapsed, and Moriarty carefully picked it up, setting it on the bed. It had served him well.

"Together, the world will kneel before us." Moriarty licked his lips.

…..

Amelia sat huddled on her bed, looking out of the window, waiting for her ragged man. She had known he wouldn't be back as soon as he had hoped, his box had told her so but still, something about the Doctor told her he was beyond words and expectations. He would be back.

Amelia flinched as the crack widened, the screams and whimpers filling her head. She pulled a blanket over her head, trying not to cry but the tears came out anyway.

"Doctor, please…" The little girl sniffed, her voice breaking, her arms raw with goosebumps. Outside the darkness stretched, silent and empty.

Her plea goes unheard. The crack is opening.