Prompt: Moran needs a gift for Moriarty
From: I'm Nova
Contains Morian ;) This is for I'm Nova, who has gotten me hooked on this pairing. Thank you so much! :D
This may or may not be referencing the Sherlock episode 'The Great Game' (Okay, it is!) Enjoy!
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Moran was eager to find his boss a gift. But what could he get him? He wondered.
Clearly, he wanted the detective dead- or maybe wanted him brought here to torture. But Holmes was almost equal in brains to the Professor himself, so catching him would be extremely difficult. As would trying to catch Holmes' pet doctor.
So, he needed to find something else his lover would like.
Well, he was unrivalled in the mathematical world, but Moran had no desire to even venture there; Moriarty had expressed frustration that the assassin could not even comprehend Pythagoras, 'one of the most simplistic mathematics formulas there were, you nimrod!'
What else? He is a talented astronomer, a respected and feared criminal emperor, a man capable of destroying his enemies' reputations with merely one uttered remark of wounded pride, and is as famed as he is unknown.
But try as he might, he couldn't think of a perfect gift straight off the top of his head.
He growled. Why are male lovers so difficult to please?
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The next day, Moriarty was in a sulky mood. He was surly and boorish, in comparison to his usual more refined mannerisms, causing Moran no small deal of concern.
"Is something the matter, boss?" He asked cautiously.
"Yes, Moran- I am completely and utterly bored!" Moriarty bellowed, banging his fist on the arm of his chair.
Moran rubbed his temple in frustration. What could help Moriarty feel better? The gift dilemma still weighed on his mind. And not too lightly, either.
He bit his lip in deep thought before fishing out his pocket watch to look at the time, merely so he could avoid looking at the boss's stony face a little while longer.
And then, he had an idea. It was a bit risky, but ah, what the hell? He took this job for the thrill of taking risks.
"Hey, boss, I've an idea on how to relieve your boredom." He offered. Moriarty looked up at him.
"This better be worth my time, Moran." He growled. "Or else."
Moran flashed his most charming smile. "I was thinking," he began. "about how we could break the meddlesome detective... with time itself."
The professor gave him a look. Moran knew that his love was either interested, or was going to threaten him.
He chose to carry on, anyway.
"How about we target a few helpless victims and threaten them with their lives, unless Holmes has the courtesy to take on our little game?
Moriarty continued to look at him for two minutes- which felt more like an hour- until at last, an icy, vehement smile broke out on his face.
"Well, well, Moran. It needs a bit of detail put into it, but I like the way you think." He purred. He rose, and made his over to Moriarty before caressing the assassin's neck tenderly. "We will work on the plan later, darling. But first, bedroom." He ordered.
Moran scooped the professor up in his arms, pleased to have done something right. "With pleasure...Master," He breathed into Moriarty's ear.