As soon as Moran arrived to the stairs his legs immediately started shaking and his mind ran wildly thinking back everything he had done and picturing different scenarios for the retaliation that was sure to come. He had never been so reckless in his entire life and he couldn't come up with one single excuse for what he did except that he really wanted to. He had been teased and taunted to do something this provocative, and he had to admit that there was something very rousing in the look of surprise in his boss' face, not to mention the very light smell of aftershave in his neck and the warmth and softness of his skin...
Still, he was a dead man. He was sure no one teasingly licked the most dangerous criminal in the world in the face and lived to tell the story, if anybody else had ever been so stupid. It was only a matter of how and when, and Sebastian Moran was never more grateful for that many flights of stairs because he knew once he stopped, reality would hit him even harder and his mind would continue to think about the consequences of what he had done. Eventually, though, he stopped in front of his apartment. He carefully unlocked the door and looked around, half expecting a man sitting at a corner with a gun pointed at him. But, of course, there was no one. He locked the door again and looked around suspiciously. His heart jumped in his chest when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He got it with trembling hands and read the message from one of the other snipers, asking him to be in the hangar on the next day at six in the morning. He held his breath, controlling his urge to call the colleague and ask for more information. Instead, he threw his phone on the bed and dropped his own weight heavily by its side. He looked at the time on the clock on his nightstand and decided not to even try to sleep, since his mind was still wide awake and he'd only get about three hours of sleep.
He arrived earlier than necessary, consciously thinking it was a useless effort to gain a small recognition for his punctuality. The building was practically empty, except for some guards who seemed to never leave the place. He went to the locker room to have a quick shower and changed into his military uniform, and seeing he still had time left, decided to clean up his guns to keep his mind busy. He had been there for at least twenty minutes when he heard soft footsteps approaching and someone entering and locking the door. He stopped one second, knowing it was Jim, but continued to clean up his equipment. Jim stood in front of him observing quietly while the sniper pretended to ignore his presence, but watching him from the corner of his eyes from time to time.
The man had been to war, he had been tortured, he had had guns pointed directly at his head with men yelling in a language he didn't understand, he had been face to face with the wildest and fiercest tigers in the world. Yet, he couldn't say he had been more certain of his death than seeing that insane, short, thin businessman quietly watching him with his hands shoved in his pockets.
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James Moriarty couldn't concentrate. He kept reliving that moment again and again in his mind. He, teasing the man with such a huge ego beside him; him seeing the man apparently conforming to his response; the man surprisingly smiling and leaning in to whisper in his ear and the man's tongue touching his skin, and finally, the man grinning at him right before he walked out confidently. A chill ran down his spine every time and he was aroused, and it bothered him. Not that there was anything wrong with that, per say.
He never took concern in labeling himself. He knew he liked sex and he generally didn't care from whom or how he got it, as long as it was intense and interesting. And Sebastian had been proving to be both ever since they first met.
Still, he was a subordinate who had to be put in his place and who had defied his authority, in front of another subordinate no less. He decided he had had enough and picked up his phone. He looked at the names in his contacts list before deciding who he'd call.
He decided to drive the next day, knowing that excluding the driver from the mission he had set up on the way home would be a good enough warning. He was even more pleased as he caught the guards' reaction as he arrived and got out of the car from the driver's seat. He entered the hangar without saying a word and walked calmly looking around, observing everything. After he was satisfied with everything he saw he decided he was done making Moran wait. He walked to the locker's room and closed the door behind him. He saw Moran sitting on a bench and stopped about a meter away, shoved his hands in his pockets and watched as he cleaned his gun for a few seconds before deciding what he'd say.
"I want you," he said, his voice coming out deep as he kept his eyes following Moran's up and down hand movements around the cane of the gun. Without even looking at him, the sniper put the gun back in the bag, zipped it, put it over his shoulder and got up.
Jim closed his eyes in annoyance and slowly moved his neck and shoulders to crack them, a reaction that made Moran stop in his position, aware that he had done something that had ticked him off. "I didn't say I want your services," the consulting criminal said irritated, and looked at the sniper with a scowl, but his wide-open pupils as their eyes met told him another story and the blond man soon dropped his bag and without a second hesitation got closer to his boss and pressed their lips together.
The consulting criminal quickly responded cupping the sniper's face in his hands and deepening the kiss, to which the other man replied resting his hands around his waist and pressing their hips closer together. Moriarty tried to embrace him, but found his movements limited by his suit. Moran noticed it, and gently pushing the other man apart began to remove his suit. Moriarty thought about protesting, expecting the man to throw it on the floor, but immediately changed his mind as he saw the other man neatly folding it and resting it on the bench. The blond man turned around again and they resumed their kissing, this time even more intensely as their arousal grew bigger, Moran pressing the consulting criminal against the wall, grabbing the man by his wrists and going to his neck, to the exact spot he had gone a few hours before and this time provoking a small unwilled moan.
This seemed to make Moriarty aware of the other man's control over the situation and resolved this resting his hands against the other one's abs and pushing him firmly to exchange positions. As his boss kissed and bit and sucked his neck, he worked on loosening the other man's tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt. They broke apart for a second; just enough for the sniper to bend down and lick his chest while the other removed the colonel's belt, making him gasp as he felt the firm grip around him. He showed his appreciation turning Jim around and rubbing their hips together as he tried to loosen Jim's pants.
"Oh no, you won't," Moriarty said under his breath and Sebastian worried he could've crossed a line, but was relieved as he saw the man turning around with a mischievous smirk and a square foil packet in his left hand. Moran nodded understandingly, grabbed the pack and put it on the consulting criminal. The blond man bit his boss' lower lip, then his neck, then his right nipple and continued going down until he reached the other man's belly button and teasingly licked his happy trail before reaching his destination.
It didn't take much before he got up again, and the colonel promptly leaned his arms against the wall and allowed the other one access. Jim let the sniper control their rhythm, only occasionally deepening their contact, but mostly concentrating on making the other one moan and shiver as his lips reached all the right spots on his back and his hands grasped firmly on the sniper's defined arms. They both made each other grunt and moan between irregular heavy breaths until Sebastian was the first to become unable to keep his self-control, the consulting criminal following him only a few seconds later and resting against the blond man's back as they both recovered their senses.
Moriarty stood straight as he noticed the man under him bending to up his pants back and they both quietly started the process of composing themselves again.
"You still have to be punished," Jim said pulling his tie back into place as he saw Moran coming back from the toilet. Moran bit his lower lip and sighed but didn't protest.
"Whatever you say, boss," he said softly and smirked.
"You can start now, then," the other man said, apparently ignoring the blond man's innuendo and tilting his head to the side. Moran frowned and looked to where he pointed, slightly confused. It only took him a split second to understand it, though. As he saw the cleaning supplies gathered in a corner. He rolled his eyes, but feeling relieved inside that his punishment was a lot lighter then he previously imagined. He started to walk to get the supplies when he heard Jim cleaning his throat and he turned again to see him. The man simply tilted his head to another direction, Moran looked there and this time groaned as he saw him pointing at what seemed a cleaning apron hung on the other side of the room.
"Make it shine," he said cheerfully as he grabbed his suit, glancing at the sniper from over his shoulder before unlocking the door and letting the other employees in and leaving the place.
A.N.: We're finally here! It took so many hours for me to write this that I can't believe how the next chapter pratically wrote itself... I guess once you get past the first time it gets easier? lol
I realize this may seem a litte distant, but there's a reason for that, that I hope becomes clearer as the chapters come. Anyway, I'd love to hear your opinions on this story so far. Good or bad, they're always relevant and they make every author's day.