As the week went by, small changes were noticed. Some regular faces disappeared and few other new ones were introduced. Moran wasn't that attentive to details and he only noticed this because he had to take care of some of those old faces personally. He figured it had something to do about the events in the cemetery and people who were somehow involved in it, but of course, this was an assumption, since nobody ever explained anything thoroughly. His instructions were being given directly from Moriarty, but they were all very concise and there was never a window for any other subject. He had to admit it was a little upsetting to be left constantly in the dark.

Almost two weeks had passed and things seemed to have gone stable, even starting to feel a little repetitive. He was returning from a regular mission that had ended earlier than he anticipated, so he stopped to buy takeout food before going back home. He stopped in front of his apartment, held the bag on his left hand while his right hand searched for the keys but stopped once he noticed the door was semi-open. Instead of the key, he reached for his gun and pushed the door quietly with his foot entering the apartment slowly. He found the responsible turned on his back, watching outside the window. The person looked over his shoulder and greeted him absent-minded. Moran put down the gun and closed the door behind him trying to act as indifferent as possible to the fact that his boss had just broken into his apartment.

"This place is a dump," he commented turning around as Moran went to the kitchen to put his food on the counter. He looked around and noticed some things in the apartment weren't exactly how they were before he left in the morning.

"You cleaned it up," the sniper replied going back to the living room and still looking all around the small flat.

"I organized it. It wasn't dirty," the other one corrected and sat at the table.

"You know, there's a Freudian term for you," Sebastian said with a smirk and joined him at the table, sitting in front of the consulting criminal who chuckled lightly at the reference, but immediately looked away, as if his mind had wandered someplace else.

"Good job in the locker room," Jim said and Moran raised his eyebrows, wondering whether he was talking about the cleaning or if the double meaning was on purpose. He chose not to say anything. "Did you like it?" the criminal asked as he got no response.

"Yeah," Sebastian said quietly unsure of where the conversation was leading.

"Aren't you going to ask me when we're going to do it again?" Jim asked looking suggestively at the other man.

Moran couldn't believe this was happening again, but instead of letting his mind worry about it, they both kissed and undressed each other on the way to his bedroom.

Sebastian hung Jim's tie and shirt on the chair by the bedroom's door and kicked off his shoes and socks spreading them on the floor while the other one neatly placed his own in front of the nightstand, so by the time they were both in his bed, pants and boxers were the only things in their way. They both sat in the middle of the bed in front of each other on their knees, Jim making the first move and leaning in and biting him on his lips as one of his hands rested on the other man's neck while the other pulled him closer pressing the small of his back. Moran replied with a moan and pulled Moriarty even closer, them both lying in bed with Jim on top. He saw his boss smile briefly before moving to his neck and sucking it lightly while he rocked his hips provocatively as the volume in both their pants grew.

Unwilling to wait for too long, the blond man unfastened their belts and they both removed their pants. Jim placing his along with his boxers folded on the chair while Sebastian reached for the drawers to get what they needed. As he returned to bed, the sniper exchanged positions using his strength grabbing Jim's wrist so that he couldn't move. Moriarty pretended to protest and grunted and tried to struggle his way out of Moran's grasp, but it became very obvious how much he was actually enjoying this competition over power. It took a while before Jim conformed to their current positions and Moran could grab the condom and lube to put it on the consulting criminal.

He sat down on Jim's hips slowly and smirked mischievously as he saw his boss closing his eyes and biting his lower lip in an effort to control himself. Jim gripped him tightly and followed the sniper's back and forth movement, mirroring him in speed and strength. It proved to be extremely arousing to both of them, making Jim come many minutes later. Sebastian moved to the side once he realized his boss was finished and released himself a few seconds later on himself.

As he returned from the bathroom he laid by Jim's side, resting his back against the headboard. He looked at the criminal, who had his eyes closed and breathed deeply.

"Do you mind if I smoke in here?" Moran asked as he leaned to the nightstand to grab the cigarette pack and the lighter.

"Take it outside," Jim ordered frowning at the pack clearly disgusted. Sebastian sighed before getting up, putting his boxers and pants back on before walking out of the bedroom.

He thought about arguing that this was his bedroom and he was just being polite asking for permission, saying that if whatever was happening would continue to happen then he'd have to accept him good and bad, and that meant smoking inside his own apartment as he wished. Instead, he opened the living room window and blew the smoke outside. He was finishing his second cigar when he started to feel his stomach hurt and remembered he had bought food. He threw the cigarette's butt through the window, went to the kitchen and prepared two plates of food before returning to the bedroom.

He found Jim sitting in the bed with his boxers and dress shirt on. His arms were wrapped around his legs with his chin resting on them and staring into space. He looked up as he saw the sniper arriving. Sebastian stopped by the edge of the bed and handed one of the plates to Jim.

"I thought you could be hungry," he explained as Jim grabbed the plate. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Nah, that's okay. Thanks," the consulting criminal answered crossing his legs to put his plate on them. Sebastian then sat by Jim's side and glanced at him while he ate. It was a very different sight seeing him so informal, without the suits and all that polish he looked like a pretty normal person, inoffensive even, and for some reason there was something very exciting about that, as if he was experiencing something only few others had.

"Are you always like this?" Jim asked and Sebastian quickly looked away, realizing he had actually been staring at the man longer than he imagined.

"Like what?" he asked casually taking a bite of his food, though he could feel his face burning red.

"You're very caring, Sebastian," he explained and as he put down his fork, Sebastian handed him a napkin for Jim to clean up his mouth, making his point clear. Moran looked down even more embarrassed. "Are you always this loyal this quickly?" he insisted.

"Well, I'm guessing you have researched about me," Moran said, still staring at his food. Jim confirmed. "Then you must know how I became colonel," he continued and Jim confirmed again. "Well, you didn't think it was weird that I lasted less than six months in the position after having served for so long?"

"You said you were bored. I understand boredom," Jim shrugged and took a bite of his food. Moran bit his lower lip and pondered for a while.

"The truth is the war lost its meaning after he died. I tried for a while... for him... but eventually I realized I had nothing to fight for anymore," he confessed quietly. Jim moved uncomfortably but didn't say anything and they continued to eat in silence.

A.N.: Hi again! So, I hope this time the smut feels a little more intimate than in the previous chapter. I'm really enjoying where I'm heading with this story and I'd like to read your opinions on it, too. They're always constructive.