Hey there! Thank you so much for the sweet reviews, the alerts and favorites! They definitely spur me on, which is good for us all. ;) Anyway, this is the MorMor pairing and since my chapters feature each person's personality and the partner, this chapter will include humour but also hardcore sex and s&m, so consider yourselves warned. Have fun!

Sebastian Moran

A, Banister, Moans

Sebastian swept his eyes over the dance floor below and watched the jumping, partying people with disinterest. Seriously, when was Jim finished dancing off his energy? Not that it mattered; Sebastian would always wait for Jim, even if he had to move up one floor to protect himself from inebriated, horny men and women.

Speaking of which, a certain someone wobbled up the stairs and made his way over to the banister where Sebastian stood and looked broody.

"Seb, you're no fun! Come and dance with me!" Jim whined and pulled at his hand but Sebastian resisted.

"You're drunker than a divorced single mother. You know you weigh too little to handle that much alcohol," the soldier chided but Jim giggled and moved closer. He smelt of sweat, cologne, and sweet drinks and his white shirt was see-through after the fast dance.

"Seb, darling."

"Yes, Jim?"

"I missed you down there. Missed your hands on my hips," Jim took his hands and kissed them, "Missed your stubble scratching my cheek, your hips bucking into mine, a cock to tease by rubbing my arse against it." Jim's eyes wandered over Seb's form, his moans were only heard by his lover, and the hitman knew what was coming.

"I've checked the blueprint of this club. There's a door out over there," Sebastian rumbled and stalked away with a happy Jim secured by his side.

Manana, Boss, Rite

Some couples had a sex day once a week as a rite. Sebastian Moran and Jim Moriarty had one whenever they had gotten money after a successful crime.

"I'm educated in sex." Jim declared with a hint of evil and tried the taut restraints that kept Sebastian in place on his back with his limbs stretched out.

"What the fuck are you on about?" he shouted, too confused to figure out Jim's intentions.

"Velvet ropes, Seb. You've been a good boy," Jim teased and fastened the clamps on the soldier's nipples. It hurt like hell. "Ugh, fuck, Jim! Just get off like a normal bloke, will you?"

"Baby, stay with me. You're supposed to call me boss," Jim scowled and slapped Seb and he felt his cheek burn from the abuse.

"Mañana, Jim," Seb drawled when Jim suddenly held up a device for punishment before his face. Sebastian quietened down, went limp, and Jim kept reciting Lady Gaga songs as he attached the ball gag.

Abate, Roman, Sin

The place was a mess. Naked, sleeping people everywhere, the smell of sex hung heavy in the air and yet Jim hadn't been able to abate his enormous appetite.

"Harder! Fuck me senseless!"

Sebastian did as best as he could, ignoring the others in the room, and fucked Jim head-first into the mattress with Egyptian cotton sheets.

"How can you possibly still want sex after a Roman orgy?" he gasped and looked down to see his cock being swallowed by Jim's hole. Jim writhed like a snake on the rumpled bed and laughed between screams when Sebastian thrusted into him.

"It wasn't an orgy! It was one of my parties for sin times seven!"

Seb felt himself swell inside Jim and the slick skin of the mastermind gleamed in the faint light.

"Fucking hell! And you began with Lust, I reckon," Sebastian muttered and dragged his teeth over Jim's shoulder blade. His cock throbbed and he knew he stretched Jim to the point of pain, but Jim didn't want to stop so Sebastian wouldn't.

"No, this was Gluttony. I'm famished! Give me more!" Jim cried out and finally Sebastian climaxed and filled Jim with his seed as the tight arsehole clenched around him in cramps. "Ooh, it burns, Seb! I'm so filled. Blood and cum. I want it so much!" the crazy man roared.

The Lady Gaga quotes Jim recited in tidbit no. 2 were from LoveGame, Paparazzi and Poker Face. I hope you liked my version of Sebastian and Jim, because they are going to return in the next chapter, the one about Jim Moriarty. Review, pretty please.