*Right, so short chapter! but based on what I'm hearing from reviews, I'm definitely going to add some little one-shot type thing onto the end of this, and I'm probably going to up the rating. But I will put some kind of warning in there to let those who don't want to read about...mature content...know so they can skip over it. :) R and R is always appreciated!
"Sebby, Oh Sebby, darling. The game is almost over." Moriarty sung in his most annoyingly high pitched voice. Sebastian, who was sitting on the couch, carefully cleaning his beloved gun, just huffed and continued cleaning. Moriarty frowned at this. He craved attention, just like any other genius, and the lack thereof he was getting from Seb was infuriating.
"Sebastian Moran, you better stop brushing me off, or I will shove my foot so far up your ARSE that you won't be able to do anything but moan about it for the next month!" Jim said menacingly. He was putting on his best angry face, but he was soooo changeable that it was hard for him to stick to any one emotion for long. At this statement, Sebastian glanced up one more and gave a small chuckle.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" He chuckled licking his lips in a way that was downright predatory. Moriarty just sighed. This was one of the many reasons he loved his Colonel.
"Sebbby..." Moriarty whined as he leaped over to the couch and plopped down on Sebastian's lap, straddling the Colonel's legs with his own, "this little game will soon be over. Sherlock will be dead. What will distract me after that!" Sebastian carefully put his rifle back in its case, carefully not to knock the smaller man off of his lap while he did this.
"I might be of some assistance there." Moran growled as he pulled the man on his lap into a tight hug.
Moriarty hugged him back briefly before pulling back, jumping off of his perch and saying"later, darling. Now we have worked to do. I know for a fact that John Watson knows where Sherlock is located. Despite his clever attempts at trying to fool us, he knows that Sherlock is at Roseburg Hall. We must set up there and be ready to burn the heart out of Sherlock. Then-" He glanced back to Moran with a smoulder "-we can get back to business." Moriarty skipped away, knowing the other man would follow. Sebastian took a moment to compose himself as he gathered up his rifle. Damn, that man... He shook his head to focus back on the matter at hand. He collected his case and trotted off after the sexy ever consulting criminal, eager to get this over with.