"A circus?"

"A circus. Moriarty's circus." Sebastian grinned, holding his arms up for dramatic effect.

Jim's smile was similar to that of a little kid who just learned about Santa Claus. "I have my own circus?" He stood up from his table, stepping onto the top of his chair and immediately catching the attention of the operatives scattered throughout the cafeteria. As if to test Sebastian's words, he sang, "Welcome to the circus boys! Opening acts tonight, two assassinations, one robbery, and a recruiting. Roxby, Westfield, Hummings, and..."

His gaze shifted to Sebastian gleefully, "Sebby."

Sebby again? "Moran." he muttered.

"Sebby." Moriarty replied devilishly, "Your target names will be waiting in your rooms."

He jumped from the chair before promptly skipping out the cafeteria door. He raised two fingers to his forehead, one hand shoved into his pocket. He saluted the men, "Catch ya later!" he sang.

Moran watched him go. Not even feeling the least bit guilty this time when his eyes drifted from Jim's back to his pants. He smiled to himself. Yeah. Work was going to be interesting, and hopefully just as much fun as his new boss. He scraped his tray clean before tossing it into the bin above the trashcans.

Moriarty hadn't lied. There was a navy blue envelope waiting on his bed when he reached his room, a red-wax seal holding the flap down. Moran brushed his fingers over the imprinted design, studying it's pattern. It was a spider. He ripped the flap open and pulled out a white sheet of paper. Printed onto it was his target's name, location, and a few schedule details to "do with what you please". He grinned. Style boss man, style.

For the first time, he got to take a good look at his new toys.

Two new rifles, and a few hand guns. Moran crouched down, lifting a rifle gingerly from it's case and taking time to admire it's beauty. He'd always had a rather intimate thing for guns. He ran his hands along the rims of the lightweight bolt carrier. He passed over it and ventured further down, gripping it's rear grip with excitement. It was a beautiful model, with a new, clean and un-cracked scope. Simply gorgeous. Moran was pleased. None of his other bosses had ever presented him with new guns, at least... none as great as these. He set the gun down gently into it's case before switching his attention to the other, "An M1913 rail?" he questioned.

Moran twitched. Someone was standing behind him. He turned sharply, gun in hand, ready and aligned with the intruder's heart instantly. He let out a heavy sigh before moving the gun away, "You shouldn't sneak up on my while I'm preparing."

"Looks more like playing to me. Like your new toys?"

Sebastian smiled in kind, "Love them."

"You certainly do know your guns." he mocked.

"Like you know your suit brands sir."

Moriarty grinned, "Fair enough. I'll admit to being a sucker for London Fog or Burberry, but Westwood is probably my favorite at the moment."

"Well at least I know what to get you for Christmas." Moran stood, turning to face his boss. "Explain something."

Teasingly, "Are you giving me orders now Sebby?"

"Don't call me Sebby."

Moriarty was in a childish mood. He leaned closer to Moran, only inches, "Sebby."

Sebastian slowly reached behind Jim, grabbing the door knob and pulling it forward, silently shutting the door. They were dangerously close, so close he could feel Moriarty's breath start to quicken slightly. "Out of all your men, you sat down to have lunch with me."

"I was bored with the old crowd." he retorted.

"I got a new set of guns."

"Standard procedure really..."

Moran pulled his arm back finally, but kept his body just a few inches away from Moriarty's, enjoying the warm breath on his neck. He leaned his head into the side of his boss's, muttering into his ear, "Coming into my bedroom earlier and lounging across my bed..."

"Just checking out the new employee..."

"Showing yourself off for me..."

"I was not!"

"Then what would you call it? Seduction? Temptation?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he managed to catch the tint of pink in Jim's cheeks. He'd managed to make him blush, "How cute." he hadn't necessarily meant to say it out aloud, but he'd already let the words slip. There was no turning back now. He was pleasantly surprised to see the pink morph into a lighter red.

"I'm not cute!"

"You're adorable." he replied, loving this new found control. Sebastian pressed forward, Moriarty's back squished against the wooden door, strong arms on either side of him, blocking his escape. "You're already blushing like that..."

"I am not blushing!"

"You're definitely blushing."

Moriarty's hands were out of his pockets now, reaching up hesitantly in petty attempt to push Moran away. "It's just hot in here."

"Do you need to take off a few layers?" slowly, Sebastian let one arm fall from the door, taking gentle place at Jim's hip, teasing the hem of his shirt. "Should I help you get them off?" he whispered.

Moriarty shivered, enough for Moran to feel. He took his head from beside his boss's, lidded eyes lessening his vision as he stared into Jim's. They drew closer, inch by tormenting inch. The moments feeling like life times as the gap between them closed dreadfully slow. "Stop teasing and kiss me already!"

Both hands to Moriarty's hips now, clasped firmly, Moran drew him in. Moriarty slipped his hands over Sebastian's chest as they kissed, gripping tightly at his old T shirt. They pulled back, Moriarty smiling up at him, "Finally, you clueless idiot."