A/N: Hello

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Sorry for this bit, I know, I know! It's little bit of a messy chapter in the way that it comes before the meeting of Sherlock and Jim (which should be posted tomorrow afternoon, if all goes to plan) but hopefully because of the super-brilliant-fantastic-marvelous-spectacular stardiva who basically wrote this bit of smut for me because she's just too kind and I'm a scared little child and my siblings, especially my sister, are very nosy and annoying person.

Anyway, ONWARDS!

Mock the Man Part XI

As Peter stood in the Hotel room, watching London below, the city that never stopped for breath, always pumping the blood of cars and tourists around the veins and arteries of its streets he turned around to see his boss/lover James close the door and come over to his side; Jim went behind him and put his arms around his lover. He whispered deliciously

"Take off your slacks, my dear,"

Peter wordlessly obeyed this command, pulling his grey/brown tweed trousers so they fell to the floor and pooled around his ankles, loosening his sky blue tie and taking off his grey/ brown matching suit jacket. He then moved to unbutton his white dress shirt as he stepped out of the slacks at his feet, pulling his shoes and socks off gracefully, his blonde hair fell across his beautiful eyes and as he stood up he felt James' hand brush the soft fringe to one side, almost like he cared but Peter knew deep down he was just a plaything that would sate his lover of his desires.

Peter reached for Jim's black tie, tiny skulls patterned on, but Jim's hands slapped Peters own hands away.

"No, my pet, Master will do that. You are my love slave and my wishes are to play with my new toy"

Jim then kissed Peter's neck with soft yet urgent kisses. His toy his beautiful toy was giving his body to him, James Moriarty. His slave was now his, at least for tonight.

James led him to the bed whilst pulling off his clothes and laid his slave on the bed. Jim then mounted and entered his lover with one thrust. A body that was eager to receive it.

Peter woke in the night, feeling movement next to him, it was Jim.

"What's going on?" Peter said innocently, putting a hand in Jim's hair and massaging his lovers scalp, Jim stopped what he was doing and looked at Peter, as if contemplating.

"I need to go, but before I do, I think we have time for something, don't you?" Jim said dangerously before he pulled the duvet over his head and dug deep under the covers before finding a place that Jim knew well.

Peter, in that second, lost all train of thought and succumbed to the pleasure his lover was giving him, smiling like the cat that got the cream.

After a 25 minutes Jim was done and was hurrying around, collecting clothes and looking extremely pleased with himself.

"Sherlock's called, he has something for me I think," Jim said coolly as he opened the Hotel door "don't worry, I'm not going to be gone long," one last smile and the door closed.

Peter turned over and smiled himself to sleep.