Hey guys I'm really sorry that this took so long and its short. Next one will be longer and in a shorter amount of time hopefully. I sort of got side tracked and WOW slash is hard to write whilst revising. Oh and does any one want some Seblock? Comment if ya do.

I'm not gay, I'M NOT. Especially not for that lunatic. NOT gay. IM not.

His mouth began to open pushing Jim's thin lips apart.

I'm not.

His tongue darted in and began a hectic fight for dominance with Moriarty, pushing the rather shocked criminal back into a wall.

No way am I gay.

Jim recovered from his temporary paralysis, and wrapped his legs around John's torso, pulling them impossibly close.

As his hands roved over Moriarty's chest, ripping open the white shirt Jim always wore underneath his suit, John surfaced for air; glared at the criminal for being so god damn cute and slammed his lips back onto Jim's.

Maybe Bi?

Grinning through the kiss, Moriarty snaked his hands through John's hair and pulled him even closer.

Sebastian Moran had seen some pretty weird stuff working for Moriarty, and already prided himself on how awkwardly/badly he timed things. But this was new for him, and kinda scarring. He had looked gingerly out of the safe house's window, somehow he had already known he wouldn't like what his saw, the sniper had frozen, his face stuck halfway between blushing and grimacing. His eyes widened.

"Fuck."

The solider who had yelled at him was getting it on with his boss, and geeze their hands where every where. Luckily for Seb, John blocked the view of Jim sliding off him a terrifying cat like grin all over his face as he expertly removed John's jeans. But it took little imagination to guess what was happening, and when John gripped the wall for support, clenched his muscles and shouted, it confirmed to Moran that his guess was correct.

Desperately trying to pull his eyes away from the window before he vomited, Seb dropped his gun on his foot. After retrieving it he quickly glanced out the window fully intending to look away, but then he noticed their positions had been reversed and he could sort of see his boss' junk. Torn between a disgustingly heightened interest and actually keeping his lunch down, the sniper looked into Moriarty's face and realized his boss could see him. Turning bright red, Sebby tried to move from the window, then his boss grinned tapped John on his shoulder pointed at Moran, the little bastard then looked back towards Seb winked, wiggled his bare hips, then pushed his dick back into the blondes mouth.

Internally screaming, Seb blanched red and pushed himself forcefully away from the window and try to erase the last 15 minuets of his memory. In desperate need for help Moran grabbed his phone ran out of the back door and rang the only person out side of work he knew.

Some time later- like the next day maybe.

"Well Johnny boy that was fun!" Jim grinned lips slightly bloated, pulling himself back up off the carpeted floor. He winched.

"Where do you think you're going?" John grabbed Moriarty by his hips and pulled him back down.

"Whoa, calm down deary. I've got a criminal organization to run, and as much as I would love to lie here on the ground with you all day, I can't."

Standing back up again, Jim lazily took in where they and was slightly impressed that they actually made it into the house.

"Jim," growled John from the floor.

Gritting his teeth Moriarty turned around. "Yes?"

"Don't...efhgh," pushing him self up into a sitting position John locked his eyes onto Jim's "Don't run off."

"What?" averting his eyes, Jim made himself busy by pulling his shirt of a counter and pulling it back on.

"No waltzing away."

"Pardon?"

"You saved my life, twice, you are not telling me that was just for a one nighter."

"Johnny dear, do you think you are in any position to make demands."

Moriarty stalked towards the door.

"Jim,"

Rolling his eyes, Jim spun on his heel. "WHAT?" Then sighing at the glare shooting from the hedgehogs eyes he sat down again. "I don't have 'relationships' with people John." staring into the ocean of blues John's eyes provided the criminal desperately tried to convey his thoughts. His fears of commitment.

With my job, John-o, I just can't.

His defense smirk fell of his face as he realized how true that was. Even if John liked him more than just a fuck buddy, they would use John as a weakness. But John couldn't possibly like him, he was a monster.

Crap. Johnny this is my problem. I knew from the minuet I saw you where the stupidly caring kind, someone who might be able to think me as human. Why didn't I run then. I thought I could get this outta my system, one quick bang and then done. But no you had to infect me with your heart didn't you. Well John sorry.

"I CAN'T." Jim flew to his feet and bolted out the door leaving a dazedly confused John in his wake.