Fill: Wreck me (1/3) WARNING: dub-conbrbgoingtohellAugust 4 2011, 14:16:28 UTC
A/N: I think I just fell in love with this ship, it's so fun to write! Anyway, my dear OP: this came out more dub-con than I thought it would be, a lot more dub-con than I thought it would be. Hopefully you'll still like it anyway but let me know if this is far from what you had in mind/if it sucks/if you wished to see something else/all of the above.
It's easy to speak with the world's only consulting criminal if you have the right contacts. Mycroft, obviously, has all the contacts he needs.
It's also easy to secure a deal with the world's only consulting criminal. What is not easy is to live up to it. Most of the time it's hard for people to satisfy the demands: money, favours, lives... The price is always high, always.
And for Mycroft the price he has to pay is almost unbearable.
Almost.
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The first time Jim asks for Mycroft's assistance is a couple of weeks after they have sealed their deal. They meet on a balcony well-lit and warm with sunlight, on the top floor of a building, with a small table between them and perfectly brewed teapot of Earl Grey.
Moriarty smirks as he takes a sip and simply asks how Sherlock is doing.
Mycroft doesn't want to answer: of course Jim knows how his brother is doing. Of course he knows how he's waiting for Moriarty to contact him again, how he stares for hours at the screen of the pink phone daring it to ring back to life with a new challenge, a new puzzle. Of course he knows how Sherlock is desperate for Moriarty to be back in his life and give him a new game to play. Of course he knows how Mycroft has seen how destructive his brother's behaviour was and how pleased he is now to see he's not in danger anymore of dying for the sake of the game. Of course he knows how Sherlock hates it.
Mycroft doesn't want to answer, but he has to.
"My brother is fine, thank you for your concern."
Jim's amused laugh is an elegant and pleasant sound but to Mycroft's ears it sounds like fingernails scratching out his eyes.
"And how are you, my dear?"
Mycroft doesn't answer. Hit cup of tea remains untouched and goes cold as he looks at Moriarty, waiting for him to finally tell him why he called.
Moriarty is more patient than the elder Holmes gave him credit for because he simply finishes his tea and sits there, staring right back.
The older man gives in first. "What is it that you want from me today, James?"
Moriarty grins. "Just have tea with you and chat."
Mycroft almost huffs in annoyance like he's seen Sherlock do countless times. "I assume tea and a chat is not all you want, am I correct?"
"Of course you're correct," Jim answers while his eyes dance with amusement. "But you see, what I really like about our deal is that you want one thing from me and for that I get to ask you anything at any time. So for now it's just tea and a chat, tomorrow... Who knows?"
Mycroft listens to the criminal chuckle in genuine delight and he decides his tea and chat has lasted long enough. He stands up and walks away, Moriarty's laugh following him until the doors of the elevator close behind him.
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The second time Jim asks for Mycroft's assistance is just after a series of bank robberies that make the headlines in every newspaper. Moriarty calls Mycroft with an urgent and angry tone of voice and even over the phone he can see the criminal's eyes looking deeply into his, a hand reaching over, a grin taunting him... Mycroft shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose with two fingers, trying to get a hold of himself as Moriarty's voice speaks into his ear.
"I've used every source I have to find them and I can't, which is why, Mycroft my darling, you will find them for me."
The elder Holmes knows he can't refuse, but he still doesn't want it to look like he doesn't have any other choice. "I want to know why."
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Moriarty laughs: the sound this time is far from being pleasant and musical. It's fake, etched with anger and rage and impatience. If Mycroft were a lesser man he'd be scared by that sound. "Because I know for a fact that those little bastards are nothing but a small gang with more important contacts. Because they think they can do whatever pleases them with banks owned by some of my most important clients. Because something as simple as this could ruin me and my darling, believe me, you don't want to see me ruined. I'd drag you down with me, you and your little brother... And do you know what I would do to your little brother?"
Mycroft closes his eyes. He doesn't want to know, he doesn't want to know, he doesn't want to know. He interrupts Moriarty with an urgent tone. "I'll find them, give me a few days."
He can see Jim's satisfied grin, he can see it in his mind. "Good boy," Moriarty simply says before cutting the conversation.
Mycroft listens to the line going dead as he thinks how ironic it is that one of the most powerful men in the United Kingdom lets himself being called 'boy'. He almost wants to laugh.
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The third time Jim asks for Mycroft's assistance is a month after the bank robberies problem has been solved and it's not so much a request as an imposed presence. Mycroft's polished black car is stopping for a red light and the door on his right opens to let Jim slide in the seat next to Mycroft's, the car resuming its journey as the light turns green.
Jim smiles at Mycroft and slides closer to him on the leather back seat, their thighs touching and an arm circling his shoulders.
"Hello, darling, I thought I'd pop in and see how you've been doing."
Mycroft resists the temptation to move away from the smaller man and looks back at him with cold eyes and a mask of indifference. "Fine, thank you."
Jim chuckles for no apparent reason and the hand of the arm resting on the older man's shoulders moves up to caress the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in the soft and perfectly combed hair. "I was really pleased with your work, dear, and I thought 'how selfish of me to take take take and never give!' That was rather rude of me, wasn't it?"
Mycroft doesn't answer, doesn't move an inch. He just waits for the man to explain what he wants this time before hurrying to please him and repeating in his mind to remember why he's doing this.
"So I thought it was time for me to give you something in return, as a thank you for being so good."
Jim murmurs these last words into Mycroft's ears, lips grazing the reddening shell before moving down to the pale neck and place a small kiss there. His hand moves up to tug at Mycroft's tie and unbutton the top of the older man's shirt to expose more skin.
Mycroft grabs his wrist and moves back to stare hard into Moriarty's eyes. "What are you doing?"
Jim's grin is broad and smug and dangerously seductive. "This is part of the deal, darling: for the one thing you want from me I get to ask you anything at any time," he moves his mouth back to Mycroft's neck and places a series of open mouthed kisses there, trailing up to his jaw and lips, brushing them as he speaks, "This is what ask of you now."
Mycroft doesn't want to let his body respond to those simple yet effective touches. He doesn't want to, but he has to. And besides his body is already starting to stir in delight at Moriarty's warm tongue tasting the skin of throat, the teasing thigh moving between his legs to thrust again his hardening length, the hand letting go of his loosened tie and sliding down to tease his nipple through the soft fabric of his shirt.
He feels teeth grazing at his skin, surprisingly gentle, and he can't help but sigh in pleasure as his sensitive throat is being teased over and over again. He can also feel Moriarty's lips curl in a smirk and he closes his eyes, trying to delete that image from his mind.
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He hears the swishing and clanking noises of his belt being opened and the zip being lowered. He wants to protest, but he doesn't know what for: for losing the warm pressure of Jim's thigh against his hardness as the younger man moves to kneel between his legs on the floor of the car? Or for the sexual treatment he's about to receive, one he doesn't want with his mind but desperately begs for with his body?
Moriarty digs his fingernails in Mycroft's thigh to catch his attention and keeps painfully clutching at it as he speaks with a low snarl, "Look at me, my dear, don't make me feel unwanted... That's a good boy."
Mycroft opens his eyes and looks down just in time to see Jim's smirk disappear as his lips stretch open around his cock, swallowing it halfway and moving back to suck at the head. The warmth and slickness of Moriarty's mouth quickly make his blood rush downwards and he feels himself hardening in a complete state of arousal as the younger man keeps moving up and down his length, taking an inch more each time he slides down, coating the throbbing shaft with a thin layer of saliva.
To Mycroft all this is hypnotizing: seeing his cock disappear inside that mouth, shining with spit; feeling Jim's content hums around him, the vibration sending shivers of pleasure up his spine; looking at those dark eyes lock with his and shine in amusement as they witness Mycroft coming undone despite his self-control, watching him trying to suppress a moan of pleasure and fail, observing his hands clutch at the back seat, fingers scratching at the expensive leather.
He knows that if Jim's mouth weren't stretched around his cock he would be grinning that smug smile of his.
Mycroft wants to close his eyes again: he doesn't want to see Moriarty doing this to him, owning his body, silencing his mind, controlling him. But he has to keep them open, he doesn't want to think about what could the criminal do to his little brother if he dared to disobey him, if he tried to change the rules of their agreement. He doesn't want any of this but he keeps looking down at his hardness throbbing while Jim's lips wrap around his exposed head and an agile tongue teases it with quick and precise movements.
He can't stop a series of low groans as he watches Moriarty's hand wrap around his length and slide up and down, mouth sucking at his head, free hand cupping his balls through the tailored trousers.
He can't stop a loud moan of surprise as Moriarty suddenly removes both hands and swallows him whole, nose brushing against his stomach, cheeks hollowing, sliding up and down with fast and effective movement. He's surprised to see himself raising himself from the seat to move his hips, frantically trying to fuck Jim's mouth with quicker and desperate movements, his cheeks and ears reddening for the shame of how much he wants this.
He can't stop a broken cry of pleasure as he comes into Moriarty's mouth, hearing the man hum in contentment as he spills his release down his throat. He looks at the muscles working to swallow down his semen and he feels even more ashamed.
Jim lets go of his softening cock with an obscene wet pop and gently tucks him back in his pants, fixing his trousers and belt before sliding up and sitting back on his seat next to Mycroft, bodies pressed close.
He reattaches his red and abused lips to Mycroft's pale neck and breathes on the skin with teasing touches, moving up to nip at his jaw.
"See how lovely our deal can be?" Moriarty murmurs as he presses his own hard cock against Mycroft's thigh. "It's a balance of give and take, my darling, a balance... And to make things even and balanced right now what do you think you should do?"
Fill: Wreck me (3b/3, END) WARNING: dub-conbrbgoingtohellAugust 4 2011, 14:20:03 UTC
Mycroft doesn't want to do anything. He doesn't want to move, he doesn't want to reach out and unzip Jim's trousers and take him in his mouth. He doesn't want to do anything.
But then his eyes look outside the window and he notices the car driving along Baker Street. A little voice in the back of his mind screams at him as it reminds him why he's doing this.
Mycroft doesn't want to look at Moriarty's smile as he slides down his seat and frees the hard cock from trousers and pants. He doesn't want to look but he does. Because he has to. Just like he will have to do whatever Jim asks next time.
Re: Fill: Wreck me (3b/3, END) WARNING: dub-conbrbgoingtohellAugust 6 2011, 10:57:33 UTC
Why, thank you anon! It's quickly becoming one of my OTPs too, I swear... but maybe it doesn't count because apparently I like to ship Moriarty with a lot of people? XD
Anyway, I'm glad you liked my fill, anon, really glad!
OP here! (Wreck Me)julia_dreamerAugust 6 2011, 00:23:18 UTC
Oh my sweet god. This is so lovely/creepy/sexy/awesome. Thank you thank you thank you!!! It does not suck and while it was a bit more dub-con than I was expecting it works SO WELL that it does not matter one bit because OMG I LOVE IT. THANK YOU.
Re: OP here! (Wreck Me)brbgoingtohellAugust 6 2011, 11:02:21 UTC
Why, hello there OP!
Ah, I knew I put too much darkness and dub-con in it, damn... I'm really glad you liked the fill anyway, but I'm also really sorry for not meeting your exact expectations! Let me offer you some tea, then, and let's sit around here to wait and hope for another fill, yeah? I have cookies and marshmallows, we can wait for a while! XD
Again, really sorry, but thank you for the prompt, I had a lot of fun writing it! ;)
Re: Fill: Wreck me (3b/3, END) WARNING: dub-conbrbgoingtohellAugust 10 2011, 18:52:05 UTC
They can both be pretty creepy and manipulative on their own, when brought together they can be so much fun to play with in a totally disturbing way! They're a dark OTP! XD
Really happy you liked this, anon, I always grin like a baboon on cocaine whenever someone thinks a fill of mine was creepy and intense! I love creepy and intense!
Re: Fill: Wreck me (3b/3, END) WARNING: dub-conbrbgoingtohellSeptember 3 2011, 19:27:33 UTC
Oooh Sherlock would totally do that, he would. And then he would go to Mycroft and tell him how stupid of a brother he is for accepting Moriarty's deal before hugging him (because why yes, a little bit of brotherly love never hurts <3) :D
Because no one fucks with Sherlock's brother (except Sherlock himself of course :-) Do you mean that literally or... Because I could totally see this as Holmescest, oh the angst! XD
Now, back on topic: I'm really happy you liked the fill, anon!
It's easy to speak with the world's only consulting criminal if you have the right contacts. Mycroft, obviously, has all the contacts he needs.
It's also easy to secure a deal with the world's only consulting criminal. What is not easy is to live up to it. Most of the time it's hard for people to satisfy the demands: money, favours, lives... The price is always high, always.
And for Mycroft the price he has to pay is almost unbearable.
Almost.
***
The first time Jim asks for Mycroft's assistance is a couple of weeks after they have sealed their deal. They meet on a balcony well-lit and warm with sunlight, on the top floor of a building, with a small table between them and perfectly brewed teapot of Earl Grey.
Moriarty smirks as he takes a sip and simply asks how Sherlock is doing.
Mycroft doesn't want to answer: of course Jim knows how his brother is doing. Of course he knows how he's waiting for Moriarty to contact him again, how he stares for hours at the screen of the pink phone daring it to ring back to life with a new challenge, a new puzzle. Of course he knows how Sherlock is desperate for Moriarty to be back in his life and give him a new game to play. Of course he knows how Mycroft has seen how destructive his brother's behaviour was and how pleased he is now to see he's not in danger anymore of dying for the sake of the game. Of course he knows how Sherlock hates it.
Mycroft doesn't want to answer, but he has to.
"My brother is fine, thank you for your concern."
Jim's amused laugh is an elegant and pleasant sound but to Mycroft's ears it sounds like fingernails scratching out his eyes.
"And how are you, my dear?"
Mycroft doesn't answer. Hit cup of tea remains untouched and goes cold as he looks at Moriarty, waiting for him to finally tell him why he called.
Moriarty is more patient than the elder Holmes gave him credit for because he simply finishes his tea and sits there, staring right back.
The older man gives in first. "What is it that you want from me today, James?"
Moriarty grins. "Just have tea with you and chat."
Mycroft almost huffs in annoyance like he's seen Sherlock do countless times. "I assume tea and a chat is not all you want, am I correct?"
"Of course you're correct," Jim answers while his eyes dance with amusement. "But you see, what I really like about our deal is that you want one thing from me and for that I get to ask you anything at any time. So for now it's just tea and a chat, tomorrow... Who knows?"
Mycroft listens to the criminal chuckle in genuine delight and he decides his tea and chat has lasted long enough. He stands up and walks away, Moriarty's laugh following him until the doors of the elevator close behind him.
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The second time Jim asks for Mycroft's assistance is just after a series of bank robberies that make the headlines in every newspaper. Moriarty calls Mycroft with an urgent and angry tone of voice and even over the phone he can see the criminal's eyes looking deeply into his, a hand reaching over, a grin taunting him... Mycroft shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose with two fingers, trying to get a hold of himself as Moriarty's voice speaks into his ear.
"I've used every source I have to find them and I can't, which is why, Mycroft my darling, you will find them for me."
The elder Holmes knows he can't refuse, but he still doesn't want it to look like he doesn't have any other choice. "I want to know why."
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Mycroft closes his eyes. He doesn't want to know, he doesn't want to know, he doesn't want to know. He interrupts Moriarty with an urgent tone. "I'll find them, give me a few days."
He can see Jim's satisfied grin, he can see it in his mind. "Good boy," Moriarty simply says before cutting the conversation.
Mycroft listens to the line going dead as he thinks how ironic it is that one of the most powerful men in the United Kingdom lets himself being called 'boy'. He almost wants to laugh.
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The third time Jim asks for Mycroft's assistance is a month after the bank robberies problem has been solved and it's not so much a request as an imposed presence. Mycroft's polished black car is stopping for a red light and the door on his right opens to let Jim slide in the seat next to Mycroft's, the car resuming its journey as the light turns green.
Jim smiles at Mycroft and slides closer to him on the leather back seat, their thighs touching and an arm circling his shoulders.
"Hello, darling, I thought I'd pop in and see how you've been doing."
Mycroft resists the temptation to move away from the smaller man and looks back at him with cold eyes and a mask of indifference. "Fine, thank you."
Jim chuckles for no apparent reason and the hand of the arm resting on the older man's shoulders moves up to caress the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in the soft and perfectly combed hair. "I was really pleased with your work, dear, and I thought 'how selfish of me to take take take and never give!' That was rather rude of me, wasn't it?"
Mycroft doesn't answer, doesn't move an inch. He just waits for the man to explain what he wants this time before hurrying to please him and repeating in his mind to remember why he's doing this.
"So I thought it was time for me to give you something in return, as a thank you for being so good."
Jim murmurs these last words into Mycroft's ears, lips grazing the reddening shell before moving down to the pale neck and place a small kiss there. His hand moves up to tug at Mycroft's tie and unbutton the top of the older man's shirt to expose more skin.
Mycroft grabs his wrist and moves back to stare hard into Moriarty's eyes. "What are you doing?"
Jim's grin is broad and smug and dangerously seductive. "This is part of the deal, darling: for the one thing you want from me I get to ask you anything at any time," he moves his mouth back to Mycroft's neck and places a series of open mouthed kisses there, trailing up to his jaw and lips, brushing them as he speaks, "This is what ask of you now."
Mycroft doesn't want to let his body respond to those simple yet effective touches. He doesn't want to, but he has to. And besides his body is already starting to stir in delight at Moriarty's warm tongue tasting the skin of throat, the teasing thigh moving between his legs to thrust again his hardening length, the hand letting go of his loosened tie and sliding down to tease his nipple through the soft fabric of his shirt.
He feels teeth grazing at his skin, surprisingly gentle, and he can't help but sigh in pleasure as his sensitive throat is being teased over and over again. He can also feel Moriarty's lips curl in a smirk and he closes his eyes, trying to delete that image from his mind.
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Moriarty digs his fingernails in Mycroft's thigh to catch his attention and keeps painfully clutching at it as he speaks with a low snarl, "Look at me, my dear, don't make me feel unwanted... That's a good boy."
Mycroft opens his eyes and looks down just in time to see Jim's smirk disappear as his lips stretch open around his cock, swallowing it halfway and moving back to suck at the head. The warmth and slickness of Moriarty's mouth quickly make his blood rush downwards and he feels himself hardening in a complete state of arousal as the younger man keeps moving up and down his length, taking an inch more each time he slides down, coating the throbbing shaft with a thin layer of saliva.
To Mycroft all this is hypnotizing: seeing his cock disappear inside that mouth, shining with spit; feeling Jim's content hums around him, the vibration sending shivers of pleasure up his spine; looking at those dark eyes lock with his and shine in amusement as they witness Mycroft coming undone despite his self-control, watching him trying to suppress a moan of pleasure and fail, observing his hands clutch at the back seat, fingers scratching at the expensive leather.
He knows that if Jim's mouth weren't stretched around his cock he would be grinning that smug smile of his.
Mycroft wants to close his eyes again: he doesn't want to see Moriarty doing this to him, owning his body, silencing his mind, controlling him. But he has to keep them open, he doesn't want to think about what could the criminal do to his little brother if he dared to disobey him, if he tried to change the rules of their agreement. He doesn't want any of this but he keeps looking down at his hardness throbbing while Jim's lips wrap around his exposed head and an agile tongue teases it with quick and precise movements.
He can't stop a series of low groans as he watches Moriarty's hand wrap around his length and slide up and down, mouth sucking at his head, free hand cupping his balls through the tailored trousers.
He can't stop a loud moan of surprise as Moriarty suddenly removes both hands and swallows him whole, nose brushing against his stomach, cheeks hollowing, sliding up and down with fast and effective movement. He's surprised to see himself raising himself from the seat to move his hips, frantically trying to fuck Jim's mouth with quicker and desperate movements, his cheeks and ears reddening for the shame of how much he wants this.
He can't stop a broken cry of pleasure as he comes into Moriarty's mouth, hearing the man hum in contentment as he spills his release down his throat. He looks at the muscles working to swallow down his semen and he feels even more ashamed.
Jim lets go of his softening cock with an obscene wet pop and gently tucks him back in his pants, fixing his trousers and belt before sliding up and sitting back on his seat next to Mycroft, bodies pressed close.
He reattaches his red and abused lips to Mycroft's pale neck and breathes on the skin with teasing touches, moving up to nip at his jaw.
"See how lovely our deal can be?" Moriarty murmurs as he presses his own hard cock against Mycroft's thigh. "It's a balance of give and take, my darling, a balance... And to make things even and balanced right now what do you think you should do?"
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But then his eyes look outside the window and he notices the car driving along Baker Street. A little voice in the back of his mind screams at him as it reminds him why he's doing this.
Mycroft doesn't want to look at Moriarty's smile as he slides down his seat and frees the hard cock from trousers and pants. He doesn't want to look but he does. Because he has to. Just like he will have to do whatever Jim asks next time.
And the next.
And the next.
And the next.
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Very well done!
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Thank you so much, anon, I'm happy you liked this!
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Anyway, I'm glad you liked my fill, anon, really glad!
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Ah, I knew I put too much darkness and dub-con in it, damn... I'm really glad you liked the fill anyway, but I'm also really sorry for not meeting your exact expectations! Let me offer you some tea, then, and let's sit around here to wait and hope for another fill, yeah? I have cookies and marshmallows, we can wait for a while! XD
Again, really sorry, but thank you for the prompt, I had a lot of fun writing it! ;)
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And I would love to sit and wait for another fill with you! xD ♥
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Really happy you liked this, anon, I always grin like a baboon on cocaine whenever someone thinks a fill of mine was creepy and intense! I love creepy and intense!
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Because no one fucks with Sherlock's brother (except Sherlock himself of course :-)
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Because no one fucks with Sherlock's brother (except Sherlock himself of course :-)
Do you mean that literally or... Because I could totally see this as Holmescest, oh the angst! XD
Now, back on topic: I'm really happy you liked the fill, anon!
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