Moriarty paced the length of his flat, his heart hammering in his chest.
He had been captured. His Sebastian.
He felt his blood boil in anger over Sherlock capturing his lover as well as the feeling of being bathed in ice over the fact something bad might have happened to him.
He had been overjoyed when he had received a text from Sebastian last night, assuming the hit was a success, but he soon learned the horror when reading;
I have Sebastian.
I want to negotiate.
SH
Moriarty almost threw his phone, but instead calmly replied with a meeting place. Negotiations mean Sebastian was alive. He knew what it was going to be.
No one said he'd have to keep up his end of the bargain.
When it was almost five in the morning he left his flat and made his way to an abandoned warehouse. Cliché, yes, but practical when wanting to not be caught.
He waited impatiently, pacing and hearing only his own shuffled footsteps echoing back at him. He stopped abruptly and turned when a new sound accompanied his frenzied steps.
The silhouette of the consulting detective filled the doorway.
Moriarty crossed his arms, staring harshly at the man. "I've been waiting."
Sherlock simply tossed the limp body of Sebastian into the room and stepped forward into the light, his fierce eyes glittering as he glared at Moriarty.
"You know the deal. Sebastian's life for John's. You take your lover and never attack John again." Sherlock stated, his voice low and threatening as he stared at the smaller man.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. We'll leave John alone, blah blah blah, you bang him, I bang Sebastian, everything's peachy." Moriarty mumbled, crouching down and touching the pale forehead of his lover.
"What did you do to him?" He asked, glaring up at the tall man.
"Morphine. My own special tranquilizer. I think he rather enjoyed it." Sherlock replied with a smirk, "It should wear off in a few hours. I have your word that you'll leave John alone? If you don't, you now know how easy it is for me to get to Sebastian."
Moriarty waved a hand, "My word. There you go. Now, if you'll excuse me."
The small man hefted Sebastian over his shoulder, stumbled slightly at the height and weight difference, before staggering out the door.
Sherlock sniffed. He knew Moriarty would more than likely try again, he was a snake after all and he only wanted Sebastian back. Sincerity was not in that mans vocabulary. He would leave them alone for a short while, at least, before attempting it again.
He sighed and left the warehouse.
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Around ten in the morning, Moriarty heard a groan come from the hall way. He looked up to see the tall red-head stumbling down the hall before leaning heavily against the couch.
"What happened? I got caught, didn't I." Sebastian slurred, his head in his hands as the world spun around him.
"He was smarter than you thought. I warned you." Moriarty stated, moving his legs so Sebastian could sag onto the couch, groaning.
The small man tossed a package of painkillers at the assassin and handed him his glass of water.
"Should help." He stated before going back to watching the telly.
Sebastian swallowed the pills and leaned back heavily, surprised when he felt a hand tug his shoulder and he was forcefully pulled into the smaller mans arms. Moriarty shifted so that his legs and arms were on either side, creating a small cage of warmth for the tall man. He took the gesture for what it was and cuddled into the small mans chest, falling asleep once more.
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This time when he awoke, Moriarty had fallen into a slumber himself. It was evening; he could tell from the light in the room, and the news was playing. He shifted and sat up, his headache gone though his body still ached. The movement woke his smaller lover, whom sat up and rubbed his eyes sleepily.
"Feeling better, Seb?" He murmured, straightening up and shaking his limbs which had fallen asleep in the awkward position.
The ginger nodded, watching the pointless news that played before looking back at Moriarty.
"Jim." He began, getting the others attention to focus solely on him, "You negotiated my life for John's, didn't you. You know I would've somehow escaped so why did you bother?"
Moriarty sniffed, "I wanted you back immediately. Also, I never said I'd keep up my end of the bargain. I just won't be using you."
Sebastian looked at the smirking criminal whom raised his phone, "While you were out I messaged Corbin. He'll be taking over John's assassination."
"Oh. He'll never know what's coming with that rat." The red-head murmured, nodding at the others choice. He was a bit saddened to have been taken off the case, but he understood his lovers wish to remove him from an assassination contract if it meant saving his life.
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"It's been nearly six hours." John muttered under his breath as he paced the length of the den, his thumb between his lips as he chewed on the nail nervously. Was he alright? Did Moriarty murder him in a rage over the other capturing his beloved?
His heart became still and he felt relief wash over him as he heard the door open downstairs and the footfalls he recognized as Sherlocks heading up the stairs. The minute the brunette crossed the threshold, John whispered, "You're alright."
Sherlock cocked his head at him in confusion over such worry, "What is it? Were you that worried? I had Sebastian, he wouldn't have done anything."
"But you don't know that!" John cried out, his hands clenching at his side, "He could've shot you the minute you didn't have Sebastian near you."
Sherlock shook his head in disagreement, but felt a small thrill over having been worried over. He made up his mind and strode briskly over to John, his hands clasping the smaller mans face between his hands and he kissed him. It was his first time ever kissing someone. Sure, he had been kissed by others a few times before, but he had never kissed someone himself. He quickly pulled back with a hiss for he had went a little too hard, clacking their teeth together rather painfully.
John rubbed a hand over his mouth to make the ache go away before he smiled and looked up at the taller man who had a light flush on his cheeks as he looked away.
"You do it like this." John whispered, putting a hand to Sherlock's cheek before gently bringing the others face closer to his. He moved in carefully and lightly placed his lips over the other mans. Sherlock took a sharp intake of air through his nose before he awkwardly wrapped his arms around the smaller man to make the kiss more intimate.
John let out a tiny moan as he shuffled a bit closer to the tall man, needing to feel the length of his body against his own. He felt a little happy to be teaching Sherlock how to kiss. He moved his lips against the others full lips, waiting for the Sherlock to mimic him before continuing on.
"Now," John said breathlessly as he pulled away, "Would you like to try that again?" The blonde tilted his head, raising his eyebrows in question with a small smile playing on his lips as he looked up at the brunette. What he saw made his heart skip a beat and his breath escaped him.
Sherlock was simply amazing when he was aroused. His pale cheeks had a hint of color, his usual sharp eyes nearly black from the dilation of his pupils, his body moved in a strangely sexual manner when he panted with want. He nodded, looking to the side as he let out a nervous breath before he entered John's personal space once more, placing a hand on the others cheek before lowering his head, carefully, gently, taking the others lips with his own.
John gasped in shock as the other nibbled lightly on his lower lip before lapping lightly at it. It was a touch clumsy, but he knew what the other wanted. He opened his mouth, one hand sliding up the length of the brunette's body before tangling into the curly hair, pulling his head as close as possible as he felt the others tongue enter his own mouth. He felt Sherlock place both hands on his hips and he was being lead backwards, letting out a little groan of discomfort when his back hit the wall.
Sherlock braced one hand on the wall while the other moved to John's throat, tilting his head up and to the side so the brunette had the easiest access to his mouth. Before long, Sherlock moved away from his mouth and made his way down to the others neck where he bit down fiercely. John cried out in shock and tried to push the taller man away but soon let out a whimper when the biting stopped and the brunette lapped lightly at the sore flesh, suckling gently before moving.
Sherlock looked at him and smirked, "Now everyone knows you're mine."
"You didn't." John said breathlessly, a hand going to his neck. Sherlock gave him a mischievous smile before he went to his room, closing the door behind him with a click.
The blonde hurried to the bathroom and tilted his head to see a huge mark blossoming on his neck. John groaned, "He doesn't do relationships or romance, but the minute he 'needs' a person he claims them? Give me a break."
Sherlock was a possessive lover.
Winterimperfect wrote the chapter! hope you enjoy!