I am not dead, are you? (SherlockXMoriarty PostRBF)

" Of course I would have allowed you back." He repeated again. He would have just figured out something new, something bigger. If this plan didn't worked, another would have. Though, he might have gave the impression Sherlock's wasn't allowed to come back. Oh well...

He gasped and yelped and he was pinned down onto the bed. Though, he liked this, the idea of Sherlock being dominant. He felt all the blood in his body stream to that one spot in his lap.
James moaned embarrassingly loud, he wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck and shoulders, burying his nails into his muscular back.

His hips bucked up, pressing his own against Sherlock's. Things couldn't go fast enough. He was eager and full of lust. Returning Sherlock's kisses equally passionately.

"You would allow me to go back to John?" he asked, he was sure there was a catch in that, he knew Moriarty enough to know that things were never so simple.

He couldn't help but smirk at the way the other man moaned under him, he liked this, he liked having some sort of power on him.
He felt like maybe he wasn't so bad at this.

The sounds he was making, the way he was pressing against him, the way he was gripping at his back, it was mesmerizing and Jim was just utterly beautiful.

"I like you better like this..." he heard himself say, his voice teasing, and he decided to try something.
He lowered himself even further, letting his hips grind against Jim's.

He gasped at the feeling, his head spinning.

Bloody hell...

"Yes" He moaned out, his brain not focused on "business" anymore.

Occasionally he'd moan again, he tried to stop himself by biting his lip but the sound would only come out more muffled.

"You.. like me?" He asked, panting due to excitement and heavy kissing. He knew that wasn't what Sherlock meant, but a bit of teasing was in order.

He felt Sherlock press into him more. "GOD SHERLOCK" He moaned "Just do me already." He had said that before he was aware. He was /begging/.

Sherlock laughed breathless.
"I like you like this..." he repeated, to make a point, even though his voice was shaking in arousal.

His hands cupped the other's face as he ground his hips against Jim's again.

"Needy..." he continued, lips brushing against Jim's as he moved in a steady rhythm.

"And pliant..." he had to close his eyes, feeling his whole body lose touch with reality.

He was brought back by the rest of Jim's words, they excited him even further, but the truth hit him anyway.
This was much more than he knew what to deal with.

"What?" he croaked, the world was spinning in his head, Jim was begging, God, Jim was begging.

"Jim... I don't..."

He had no idea what to do, really.

He made a sound of agreement every time Sherlock described the state he was in.

He let his hand ran over the back of Sherlock's back, gripping in to it when the pulse in his crotch got worse because of the constant pressing of their hips.

The puzzled look on the handsome man on top of him made James smile. "Oh, my bad." He sort of apologized. "Please, allow me." He said as he started to slide his hands down Sherlock's chest. As they reach their destination between his legs he pressed into it. He could feel Sherlock's throbbing erection through the fabric of his pants. "This must be incredibly uncomfortable" he said suggestively, his fingers already starting to undo his pants.

Sherlock tried to concentrate, it wasn't easy, especially because he felt the drugs' effect was starting to waver.
Or maybe he was just going way beyond his boundaries.

"Mm?" he whimpered softly when Jim seemed to ask permission for something.
His eyes widened when he felt his warm hand against his tight trousers though.

He started with a groan.
"Bloody hell..." he croaked, he couldn't believe that just the fact he wasn't touching himself, but the hand belonged to someone else could make such a difference.
It was illogical, but oh so good.

His eyes turned determined for a moment then, and he reached out in between them, mimicking Jim's actions and cupping the other's crotch, squeezing it softly and looking up to check the other's reaction.

he gasped once more as Sherlock groped his crotch. His own hips bucking against it. James Surprised by the sudden touch, surprised but pleased. His blood floating fast, his heartbeat even faster, brain losing all control. Feelings of heath interspersed with shivers of pure pleasure took over his whole body.

He unzipped Sherlock's trousers, taking them down as far as possible without needing help. Immediately gripping onto his crotch through his pants. His others hand exploring on the other of it.

Another moan, another touch, another kiss. Yet not enough to redeem his needs.

Sherlock didn't really have the time to notice whether he was doing well or not, his thoughts sidetracked completely when he felt his trousers being opened and pulled down.
He felt cold air on his skin and he blushed furiously.

He started back a bit, eyes moving nervously. "I... I..." he stammered, but the other's touch through his pants made him roll his eyes in pleasure.

"Hell... I.."
His heart was beating so hard in his chest, in between fear and arousal. What was happening to him?

"You what?" james said panting.
Curious about the next words Sherlock would speak. Would he reject him again like the first time?
Or would he tell him to carry on?
Perhaps he was just doubting if he was doing it right, though there weren't much rules in the game they're currently playing. "Hmm?" He insisted, encouraging Sherlock to speak his mind. Something James had been interested in since the beginning; the twists in that man's mind. The ocean of thoughts, sometimes crashing as waves onto the shore.

Sherlock's hands were trembling as they traveled down and grabbed the other's wrist, stopping the overwhelming motion of his hand.
"I can't take this..." he said, eyes widened, voice trembling, he was clearly scared, but he couldn't admit that.

"I've never... in front of someone..." he panted, his whole body was aching for release, he was aching to continue, to touch Jim back, to pleasure him, but his insecurities were running rampant after coming down of his high.

"You don't need to be embarrassed by anything." James tried to comfort him.
"This is just you and me. And I'll teach you how things are done." His voice sounded soft and honest.
He lifted up his free hand, cupping Sherlock's face and placing a tented kiss on his lips.

"Just relax, you think to much. Let go of the useless thoughts and enjoy." He really wanted to continue, though if Sherlock kept being this resistant he just might end up forcing him into doing things. He just needed to feel himself inside of Sherlock and the other way around.

Unsure eyes moved on the other's reassuring expression, once again he was seeing something unfamiliar on Moriarty's face.
Kindness.
The cold changeable man was now softly trying to comfort him, he was trying to be nice.
It was surreal.

But it was enough to fool Sherlock's body and mind at the moment, and he nodded in submission.

He let go of the other's wrist, and pale fingers made their way towards the other's trousers.
He felt breathless as he started undoing Jim's zip.

He smiled and the feeling of insecurity started to ebb away. He let his fingers mark Sherlock's cheekbones once more before returning back to their previous destination.

James arches his back and tilted his head backwards slightly, his teeth gripping into his lower lip. Even the thought of Sherlock undoing his trousers made him grow even harder than he already was.

His breathing panted and his hips were now rocking against the movements of Sherlock's hand.
The hand he'd dangled on the edge of the detective's pants were now slowly slipping into it.
'Hmmm Hello big boy' James playfully smirked agains't Sherlock'd lips as he felt his hand gliding down over his full length.

Sherlock grew more confident when he realized Jim was as hard as him, it was comforting in a way, and utterly sexy in the other.

The other's hand dipping inside his pants and brushing along his erection made him moan in surprise, he felt himself throb in need and pleasure.

He rested his head on Jim's shoulder, panting as he tried not to melt.

"Is it always like this?" he breathed out curious, his own fingers sliding past the band of Jim's boxers, he felt the warmth of his arousal and his fingers tingled and explored tentatively.


((I am afraid I've got to go to bed early tonight, sorry~))

" It only gets better" he replied quickly, not wanting to waste time on talking when his lips and tongue had a much more important mission to accomplish.

He starts to take off Sherlock's shirt, not caring about the rough way his he was doing it, after all he had only one hand free since his other was occupied feeling Sherlock up. But he managed.

" The purple shirt of sex" he grinned against Sherlock's lips. As soon as he worked the tight purple shirt off his muscular body he orders his lips to caress the man's nipples, sucking them, kissing them, flicking his tongue around them.

James felt sweaty, warm en tingly on the inside. He shivered in pure pleasure every now and then. His mind not able to concentrate, his eyes rolling up when he feels Sherlock hands. His mind was empty, he could only thing about this very moment right now.

Sherlock looked at Jim subtly, the consulting criminal was clearly excited, he seemed to be wanting everything at once, and he felt like he couldn't really blame him.
He had never thought he'd have such a feeling in common with Jim Moriarty.

He tried to keep that out of his thoughts, he knew that would just spoil the pleasure that was cursing through his veins at the moment.
He'll think about that later.

"What? My shirt?" he asked, confused.

He gasped and moaned when he felt the other's lips on his chest, his back arching and he could hardly move for a second.
How could it get better than this?

He took in a deep breath, pulling himself together, and eventually reached more firmly inside the other's pants, his hand wrapping tightly around Jim's arousal and stroking the hard flesh.

He had caused that, he had made Jim feel things.

"Yes of course your shirt, silly." James laughed slightly. He just loved the puzzled look on Sherlock's face when he gets confused too easily.

His hips bucked as Sherlock's long fingers curled around his erection.
As an unwittingly respond he thrusts a few times. Sherlock was, probably reluctantly, driving him insane.
He moaned loud, gritting his teeth to prevent screaming out. His eyes rolling in their

He nipped the detective's neck, making his way back up to his lips.
His hands still working inside his boxers, now slowly starting to pulling those down as well.

Lost in the moment, he just let his body take over. He let it do whatever it wanted, without asking permission. He was rock hard, and so was Sherlock. For a moment he thought about what the two of them would look like if someone who knew them would see them this way.
For some reason that just was an unacceptable mental image.

Though, the fact that he was about to do his arch enemy made the whole situation even more exciting. Typical James, he loved the thrills over doing things he wasn't supposed to. He saw them as challenges, and his biggest challenge was now to become his biggest accomplishment.

(I am TERRIBLY sorry for the lack of replies today, my day was awfully busy! Tomorrow WILL be better! <3)

"What with my shirt?" he insisted, even though he'd probably hardly remember by the time this was over. Or even by the next second.
He reckoned Moriarty was successfully frying his brain.

Especially with that delightful nipping along his neck.
He gripped the other's erection further, moving his hand like he used to move it on himself, creating a steady rhythm as he stretched his neck to meet the other's lips halfway.

He didn't even notice his pants were now to his knees, he could hardly notice anything when Jim's hands were all over him.

He reckoned though, that he was not going to last very long.



((No worries darling, RL happens XD ))

James started to pull himself up more straight, releasing his grip from Sherlock's erection. He moved in such a subtle way, he was sitting sideways of Sherlock in no time.

His hands now moving all over the taller man's body.
He kept kissing and nipping between his neck and lips. "I want you" He groaned.
He wanted Sherlock inside of him, or the other way around or both. He just needed to release himself from lecherous feeling that was washing over him.

Sherlock's sensory glee stuttered when Jim pulled away, his hands freezing in the other's pants, blue eyes searched the other's face as he took in the words.
At first he didn't understand, they had already agreed on the fact they were lusting for each other, and his fingers were stroking the other's blatant arousal for God's sake... what was Moriarty trying to say?

Suddenly images of homosexual intercourse he had researched in the past came flashing in his head and it dawned on him that jerking each other off was not the only option they had.

"You don't mean...?" he swallowed hard. Could he go that far?

He surely didn't want to stop, but he'd never thought he'd end up in this situation with James Moriarty of all people.
Something was nudging him at the back of his mind, but he was hardly coherent as Jim's lips attached themselves to his neck again.

"Fine. Yes. But you have to promise you'll do what I want with your organization," he was not going to step back from that. "You have to swear."

"Yes, Sherlock. I want myself inside of you." He threw the words at him, knowing that it was the only way to make him see these things clear.
He could feel is own erection throbbing, screaming to be released.

Though, James had been in this situation many times before, this felt like the first time.
He'd never been this aroused, this excited, this thrilling. His hands felt the constant need to stay attached on the other man's body. His thoughts only thinking about one specific thing.

"Whatever you want." He added. He knew Sherlock wanted to destroy his whole network, but right now he just wanted to destroy the fact Sherlock was still a virgin.
Mindless he agreed on the detective's suggestion.
The consequences were something he didn't want to wrap his thoughts about just yet.

"Turn around" He whispered close to Sherlock's ear as his hands were already guiding him to do so.

The mere idea scared him to death, he had never let himself lose control so completely, he had never let someone else so close, but there was another thought driving him forward now, it wasn't just how much his body was craving for this to happen.

He grabbed the other's hands as they tried to guide him, he looked into the other's eyes, determined.
"Promise you'll do what I want with your organization!" he demanded, and he was not going to budge if he didn't get a reply.
No matter his arousal throbbing for attention.

Sherlock knew he was overestimating his own value, he knew shagging him didn't rank very high in anyone's list of things to do, but it was all he had left, so if he had to give up his first time to James Moriarty, well, he wanted it to be worth something tangible.
He needed it to keep himself sane.

"Promises are just words unless they are fulfilled. Now bend, Holmes." He demanded back. Already his own body was found behind Sherlock's.

He didn't really know how Sherlock would react to all these things, but he knew one thing: Sherlock wanted this just as much as he. He, James Moriarty, was about the take the last thing the detective had. The last thing he could offer anyone.

His hands finding their way of the muscular body of his so called enemy. Eagerly touching sensitive spots and caressing certain areas.

Sherlock swallowed hard, but didn't budge. His mind was much clearer now that he had a purpose.

His hands swatted Moriarty's away.

"Say it then," he muttered icily. "You owe me, Jim."

"I swear I'll stand up and leave you to it if you can't even humour me on this," he looked at him challenging.
"At least make it seem like this has /some/ importance to you."

"This does has importance to me, Sherlock." He replied impatient. "Please, just try to enjoy this." he pleaded. He could sense little signs of nervousness in the detective's behavior.
It made him think back at the time he lost his virginity, though, that was with a girl. He only started being sexual active with men when he met Sebastian Moran, his best and most loyal hitman. He smiled slightly before getting on with it.

He didn't let Sherlock swipe away his hands, he let his own fight their way back to the man's body. "Hhhmm, have I ever told you how irresistible you actually are?" He said groaning, while stroking over Sherlock's abs. His other hand on the man's back, pushing it to make Sherlock bend a bit more.