Ssh
Title: Ssh
Author: Ach Eloise
Word Count: 1956
Rating: NC17 I guess? But it's not like it's bad.
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/Moriarty, Seb is in this too.
Summary: Moriarty asks to meet Sherlock, chaos ensues.
Authors Note: Wrote this just to calm myself down, this was written in a state of crappy anxiety so I'm sorry if some of it sounds a bit weird, sentance structure goes downhill when my anxiety is bad, sorry!
Ssh
Sherlock took a seat at the table opposite Moriarty, England's most dangerous spider had invited him out of his little flat and away from the cases he had, to talk, which was ridiculous considering where Moriarty had invited him to.
Why Mycroft had let him in he still wasn't sure, or maybe his brother was in the dark about where Moriarty was currently taking his tea.
A waiter brought a tea tray over to them, he put a cup and saucer down in front of Sherlock who ignored him completely, the waiter left just as quietly, Sherlock added sugar to his tea, he leaned back into his chair and sipped his tea, watching Moriarty like a hawk.
The fact that Moriarty had asked to meet him still unsettled him, what did they have to talk about? What didn't they have to talk about, they had everything to talk about, and where had they met up, to discuss life, the universe and everything?
The bloody Diogenes club.
Moriarty stared back at him, leaning back in his chair, relaxed, calm, serene, like a snake coiled and ready to strike, his dark dark eyes followed Sherlock's every movement, as he put his teacup back down onto the saucer, as Sherlock steepled his fingers together and pressed his fingers to his lips, watching back.
So what was this about? His latest case? Which quite obviously had Moriarty's name scrawled all over it, it was frustrating solving a case and knowing that the man behind it was too cunning to ever serve time, but solving it brought it's own pleasure, and moving onto the next was always exciting.
Three crimes orchestrated by Moriarty in a row was aggrivating. He sighed heavily, narrowing his eyes, and Moriarty did something that aggrivated him further.
Moriarty smiled, brought a finger to his lips and whispered 'Ssh.'
Sherlock glared at him, he picked up his teacup and sipped his tea again, this was ridiculous, were they supposed to simply sit here, drinking tea in silence? He hated this club, he always had and he always would, and of all of the places Moriarty had chosen it had to be here, why here?
He put his teacup back down and drummed his fingers on the table, staring into Moriarty's inky black eyes, why invite him out to talk to a club where they couldn't speak? What was the point? Surely Moriarty hated places like this as much as Sherlock did, neither of them took kindly to being told what to do, so why?
To frustrate him further?
To aggravate him?
To prove a point.
There was a loud BANG from somewhere in the building, the reverberations made the teacups shake gently in the saucers.
Sherlock's eyes widened, his eyes on his teacup, he looked up at Moriarty 'You didn't.' he whispered.
'You're not supposed to be speaking.'
Screams errupted from a few rooms away, and the silence was broken, another explosion wracked through the building, closer, louder, and screams and shouts followed, everyone in the room stood and hurried for the exit, shouting, Sherlock and Moriarty stayed seated, eyes on one another, considering one another's reactions.
When the room was empty Moriarty finally spoke, quietly, picking up his tea 'The explosives won't cause a fire, so there's no need to rush out like the others.' he smiled 'And you wouldn't want to join them, either.'
'Another explosive.' Sherlock breathed, as another explosion rattled the windowpanes, and the last screams were heard outside, just outside the emergency exits.
'I had Seb instal the explosives last night.' Moriarty sipped his tea, he put it back down on the saucer, the teacup empty 'I don't like people telling me what to do,' he paused, watching Sherlock's eyebrows raise 'Great minds think alike, my dear.' he stood up from his seat and held out his hand 'Coming?'
'Where are we going?' Sherlock asked.
'Somewhere quieter.' Moriarty said 'It's too loud here, I can barely hear myself think.'
Sherlock gave Moriarty his hand and let him pull him out of his seat, he expected him to let go of his hand, but Moriarty kept hold as he led him out of the club and towards a shiny black Mercedes waiting for them outside, they picked up their coats as they walked through the foyer, almost leaving them behind.
Just as they reached the car a man in his late thirties stepped out of the drivers seat and opened the back door for them both, he wore a suit as sharp as Moriarty's if a little cheaper, his brown hair was cut short, he hadn't shaved in atleast two days, and his brown eyes were sharp, watching Sherlock closely, checking him over, trying to see if he was carrying any weapons, as if he could see through Sherlock's suit jacket.
Moriarty slid easily onto the back seat, Sherlock however stood beside the door, considering his options. Go with Moriarty and risk his life? Or stay and wait for the police to come and clean up the mess, and whatever was left of the Diogenes Club and, eventually, deal with Mycroft's wrath, because the Diogenes club was his, and Sherlock was part of the reason why it was now in pieces with it's members scattered accross the lawn.
'You should know, I'm armed, and I've been told to hold a gun to your head if you don't get in the car.' the man standing beside Sherlock said calmly, and gave him a small smile.
Sherlock rolled his eyes and climbed into the car, taking the seat beside Moriarty 'You know, I get so many death threats these days they're starting to lose their charm.'
'I can only imagine.' Moriarty said 'As I'm usually the one threatening people, and if some stupid cretin decides to threaten me Seb usually brings me a box with their heart inside within the hour.'
'That must be nice.' Sherlock said quietly as the man he assumed to be Sebastian climbed back into the car and behind the driving wheel, he slammed his door, put his foot down and pulled away from the wrecked building 'So, you wanted to talk.'
Moriarty smiled, he ran his thumb over the back of Sherlock's left hand 'You've been solving some interesting cases lately.'
'Interesting, meaning orchestrated by you.' Sherlock said, keeping his hand as still as possible, if Moriarty thought he could do this then chances were he probably could, and if Sherlock moved his hand away Seb might do something rash 'What's your point?'
'Why do you keep taking cases that so obviously have my name written all over them?'
'I like seeing how your mind works.' Sherlock said, glancing out of the window.
Moriarty smirked, raising his eyebrows 'You'll make me blush.'
'I'm sure you'd love that.' Sherlock mumbled.
'How would you like to?' Moriarty asked.
Sherlock turned to look at him 'I don't think we're a good match, do you?'
'What if I didn't give you a choice?' Moriarty asked.
'I wouldn't expect any less from you.' Sherlock replied 'It seems like whenever we talk to one another there's a gun to my head, why would sex be different, hm?'
Moriarty grinned at him 'Exactly, and besides,' he leaned in against Sherlock, so that their lips were almost touching 'It's not rape if you enjoy it.'
'If you weren't such a villian we might have a chance.' Sherlock said.
'If you weren't on the side of the Angels I don't think I'd need to hold a gun to your head,' Moriarty replied 'But I'd do it anyway, because I think you'd enjoy it.' he moved in a centimetre closer and whispered against Sherlock's lips 'You're not the only one who can read people, lover.'
Sherlock leaned in that last centimetre and kissed Moriarty hard on the lips, he half closed his eyes, he would have closed them, he'd seen enough dreary films with people kissing with their eyes closed to know how this worked, but there was no way he was taking his eyes off of Moriarty. He felt him shift, and was surprised when Moriarty climbed onto his lap, sitting quite comfortably on his thighs, his hands on his shoulders to steady him as Seb took a corner a little too fast.
They spent a good ten minutes exploring each other's mouths, running hands over one another, Moriarty had given up holding onto Sherlock's shoulders and had gotten his hands under his favourite dark purple shirt, he was currently rubbing one of his thumbs over Sherlock's left nipple, brigning a small gasp from Sherlock's lips.
The car slowed down and finally stopped beside a curb, and Seb, without glancing in the rear view mirror, said calmly 'We're here.'
Moriarty leaned back from the kiss, drawing his hands back and out from under Sherlock's shirt, he smirked 'You need to get back to work.'
'Do I?' Sherlock asked before he had a chance to think about what he was saying, much too caught up in the situation to be able to think straight, when he finally realised what he'd said he frowned, staring up at him 'I mean-'
'It's such a shame you're on the wrong side, Sherlock.' Moriarty said 'But you have my number, in case you change your mind.' he climbed off of Sherlock's lap and sat back in his seat, straightening his tie 'I want you to stay away from the cases that I am so obviously behind.'
'And if I don't?' Sherlock asked.
'You already know the answer to that.'
'Humour me.'
'If you don't, Seb will come and pick you up again, and I'll be waiting here, with a gun and a condom, and I'll take your choices away from you.' Moriarty patted his seat 'I'm happy either way, darling, so it's really up to you. What do you want?'
Sherlock gave a half smile that didn't reach his eyes, he climbed out of the car and onto Baker Street, he walked to his front door and unlocked it, letting himself in, he leaned back against the door and listened to the car drive away, sighing in relief and, well, he wasn't sure what else. He hurried up the stairs and into the flat, walking briskly through the livingroom past John, through the kitchen and into his bedroom.
'Sherlock?' John called 'You look flushed, are you alright?'
'Fine.' Sherlock called back.
'You might be coming down with something!' John called again.
'I'm fine, John!' Sherlock called back and closed his bedroom door, he pulled his coat off and laid back on his bed, closing his eyes as he reached for the zip on his trousers, he undid it easily, slipped his hand inside and ran his fingers down the shaft, gripping tightly.
He didn't like having to do this, but sometimes it couldn't be helped, sometimes the feeling was too much and he needed the release. He closed his eyes, imagined Moriarty above him, moving above him, his mouth open, eyes half lidded and moaning.
Sherlock came a short while later, his muscles tensing, arching his back and moving his hand over himself fast and faster as his orgasm washed through him, he collapsed on the bed, the sheets warm beneath him, feeling tired, his mind buzzing. He got up, cleaning himself up, brushing himself down and making himself look presentable again. He strode into the livingroom, back to the case files and the pictures stuck all over the wall beside the door, and got back to work.
He recieved a text a few minutes later, it read,
'Why did you kiss me first?
- M'
Sherlock smirked and sent a reply.
'How else was I going to shut you up?
- SH'
Author: Ach Eloise
Word Count: 1956
Rating: NC17 I guess? But it's not like it's bad.
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/Moriarty, Seb is in this too.
Summary: Moriarty asks to meet Sherlock, chaos ensues.
Authors Note: Wrote this just to calm myself down, this was written in a state of crappy anxiety so I'm sorry if some of it sounds a bit weird, sentance structure goes downhill when my anxiety is bad, sorry!
Ssh
Sherlock took a seat at the table opposite Moriarty, England's most dangerous spider had invited him out of his little flat and away from the cases he had, to talk, which was ridiculous considering where Moriarty had invited him to.
Why Mycroft had let him in he still wasn't sure, or maybe his brother was in the dark about where Moriarty was currently taking his tea.
A waiter brought a tea tray over to them, he put a cup and saucer down in front of Sherlock who ignored him completely, the waiter left just as quietly, Sherlock added sugar to his tea, he leaned back into his chair and sipped his tea, watching Moriarty like a hawk.
The fact that Moriarty had asked to meet him still unsettled him, what did they have to talk about? What didn't they have to talk about, they had everything to talk about, and where had they met up, to discuss life, the universe and everything?
The bloody Diogenes club.
Moriarty stared back at him, leaning back in his chair, relaxed, calm, serene, like a snake coiled and ready to strike, his dark dark eyes followed Sherlock's every movement, as he put his teacup back down onto the saucer, as Sherlock steepled his fingers together and pressed his fingers to his lips, watching back.
So what was this about? His latest case? Which quite obviously had Moriarty's name scrawled all over it, it was frustrating solving a case and knowing that the man behind it was too cunning to ever serve time, but solving it brought it's own pleasure, and moving onto the next was always exciting.
Three crimes orchestrated by Moriarty in a row was aggrivating. He sighed heavily, narrowing his eyes, and Moriarty did something that aggrivated him further.
Moriarty smiled, brought a finger to his lips and whispered 'Ssh.'
Sherlock glared at him, he picked up his teacup and sipped his tea again, this was ridiculous, were they supposed to simply sit here, drinking tea in silence? He hated this club, he always had and he always would, and of all of the places Moriarty had chosen it had to be here, why here?
He put his teacup back down and drummed his fingers on the table, staring into Moriarty's inky black eyes, why invite him out to talk to a club where they couldn't speak? What was the point? Surely Moriarty hated places like this as much as Sherlock did, neither of them took kindly to being told what to do, so why?
To frustrate him further?
To aggravate him?
To prove a point.
There was a loud BANG from somewhere in the building, the reverberations made the teacups shake gently in the saucers.
Sherlock's eyes widened, his eyes on his teacup, he looked up at Moriarty 'You didn't.' he whispered.
'You're not supposed to be speaking.'
Screams errupted from a few rooms away, and the silence was broken, another explosion wracked through the building, closer, louder, and screams and shouts followed, everyone in the room stood and hurried for the exit, shouting, Sherlock and Moriarty stayed seated, eyes on one another, considering one another's reactions.
When the room was empty Moriarty finally spoke, quietly, picking up his tea 'The explosives won't cause a fire, so there's no need to rush out like the others.' he smiled 'And you wouldn't want to join them, either.'
'Another explosive.' Sherlock breathed, as another explosion rattled the windowpanes, and the last screams were heard outside, just outside the emergency exits.
'I had Seb instal the explosives last night.' Moriarty sipped his tea, he put it back down on the saucer, the teacup empty 'I don't like people telling me what to do,' he paused, watching Sherlock's eyebrows raise 'Great minds think alike, my dear.' he stood up from his seat and held out his hand 'Coming?'
'Where are we going?' Sherlock asked.
'Somewhere quieter.' Moriarty said 'It's too loud here, I can barely hear myself think.'
Sherlock gave Moriarty his hand and let him pull him out of his seat, he expected him to let go of his hand, but Moriarty kept hold as he led him out of the club and towards a shiny black Mercedes waiting for them outside, they picked up their coats as they walked through the foyer, almost leaving them behind.
Just as they reached the car a man in his late thirties stepped out of the drivers seat and opened the back door for them both, he wore a suit as sharp as Moriarty's if a little cheaper, his brown hair was cut short, he hadn't shaved in atleast two days, and his brown eyes were sharp, watching Sherlock closely, checking him over, trying to see if he was carrying any weapons, as if he could see through Sherlock's suit jacket.
Moriarty slid easily onto the back seat, Sherlock however stood beside the door, considering his options. Go with Moriarty and risk his life? Or stay and wait for the police to come and clean up the mess, and whatever was left of the Diogenes Club and, eventually, deal with Mycroft's wrath, because the Diogenes club was his, and Sherlock was part of the reason why it was now in pieces with it's members scattered accross the lawn.
'You should know, I'm armed, and I've been told to hold a gun to your head if you don't get in the car.' the man standing beside Sherlock said calmly, and gave him a small smile.
Sherlock rolled his eyes and climbed into the car, taking the seat beside Moriarty 'You know, I get so many death threats these days they're starting to lose their charm.'
'I can only imagine.' Moriarty said 'As I'm usually the one threatening people, and if some stupid cretin decides to threaten me Seb usually brings me a box with their heart inside within the hour.'
'That must be nice.' Sherlock said quietly as the man he assumed to be Sebastian climbed back into the car and behind the driving wheel, he slammed his door, put his foot down and pulled away from the wrecked building 'So, you wanted to talk.'
Moriarty smiled, he ran his thumb over the back of Sherlock's left hand 'You've been solving some interesting cases lately.'
'Interesting, meaning orchestrated by you.' Sherlock said, keeping his hand as still as possible, if Moriarty thought he could do this then chances were he probably could, and if Sherlock moved his hand away Seb might do something rash 'What's your point?'
'Why do you keep taking cases that so obviously have my name written all over them?'
'I like seeing how your mind works.' Sherlock said, glancing out of the window.
Moriarty smirked, raising his eyebrows 'You'll make me blush.'
'I'm sure you'd love that.' Sherlock mumbled.
'How would you like to?' Moriarty asked.
Sherlock turned to look at him 'I don't think we're a good match, do you?'
'What if I didn't give you a choice?' Moriarty asked.
'I wouldn't expect any less from you.' Sherlock replied 'It seems like whenever we talk to one another there's a gun to my head, why would sex be different, hm?'
Moriarty grinned at him 'Exactly, and besides,' he leaned in against Sherlock, so that their lips were almost touching 'It's not rape if you enjoy it.'
'If you weren't such a villian we might have a chance.' Sherlock said.
'If you weren't on the side of the Angels I don't think I'd need to hold a gun to your head,' Moriarty replied 'But I'd do it anyway, because I think you'd enjoy it.' he moved in a centimetre closer and whispered against Sherlock's lips 'You're not the only one who can read people, lover.'
Sherlock leaned in that last centimetre and kissed Moriarty hard on the lips, he half closed his eyes, he would have closed them, he'd seen enough dreary films with people kissing with their eyes closed to know how this worked, but there was no way he was taking his eyes off of Moriarty. He felt him shift, and was surprised when Moriarty climbed onto his lap, sitting quite comfortably on his thighs, his hands on his shoulders to steady him as Seb took a corner a little too fast.
They spent a good ten minutes exploring each other's mouths, running hands over one another, Moriarty had given up holding onto Sherlock's shoulders and had gotten his hands under his favourite dark purple shirt, he was currently rubbing one of his thumbs over Sherlock's left nipple, brigning a small gasp from Sherlock's lips.
The car slowed down and finally stopped beside a curb, and Seb, without glancing in the rear view mirror, said calmly 'We're here.'
Moriarty leaned back from the kiss, drawing his hands back and out from under Sherlock's shirt, he smirked 'You need to get back to work.'
'Do I?' Sherlock asked before he had a chance to think about what he was saying, much too caught up in the situation to be able to think straight, when he finally realised what he'd said he frowned, staring up at him 'I mean-'
'It's such a shame you're on the wrong side, Sherlock.' Moriarty said 'But you have my number, in case you change your mind.' he climbed off of Sherlock's lap and sat back in his seat, straightening his tie 'I want you to stay away from the cases that I am so obviously behind.'
'And if I don't?' Sherlock asked.
'You already know the answer to that.'
'Humour me.'
'If you don't, Seb will come and pick you up again, and I'll be waiting here, with a gun and a condom, and I'll take your choices away from you.' Moriarty patted his seat 'I'm happy either way, darling, so it's really up to you. What do you want?'
Sherlock gave a half smile that didn't reach his eyes, he climbed out of the car and onto Baker Street, he walked to his front door and unlocked it, letting himself in, he leaned back against the door and listened to the car drive away, sighing in relief and, well, he wasn't sure what else. He hurried up the stairs and into the flat, walking briskly through the livingroom past John, through the kitchen and into his bedroom.
'Sherlock?' John called 'You look flushed, are you alright?'
'Fine.' Sherlock called back.
'You might be coming down with something!' John called again.
'I'm fine, John!' Sherlock called back and closed his bedroom door, he pulled his coat off and laid back on his bed, closing his eyes as he reached for the zip on his trousers, he undid it easily, slipped his hand inside and ran his fingers down the shaft, gripping tightly.
He didn't like having to do this, but sometimes it couldn't be helped, sometimes the feeling was too much and he needed the release. He closed his eyes, imagined Moriarty above him, moving above him, his mouth open, eyes half lidded and moaning.
Sherlock came a short while later, his muscles tensing, arching his back and moving his hand over himself fast and faster as his orgasm washed through him, he collapsed on the bed, the sheets warm beneath him, feeling tired, his mind buzzing. He got up, cleaning himself up, brushing himself down and making himself look presentable again. He strode into the livingroom, back to the case files and the pictures stuck all over the wall beside the door, and got back to work.
He recieved a text a few minutes later, it read,
'Why did you kiss me first?
- M'
Sherlock smirked and sent a reply.
'How else was I going to shut you up?
- SH'