A Game Played Close To The Chest (iamsherlocked/JimFromIT)

Watches Jim almost helplessly, trying to focus on figuring a way out of this situation.

"How-how long am I going to be like this? And is this even the extent of it?"

He was starting to feel warm and relaxed, almost like his head was floating, the drug had definitely taken effect.

"I'd say...no less than 40 minutes. It was just a little experiment, so not a strong dose.."

He sat down next to Sherlock and peered into his eyes, their faces only inches apart.

"Dialated pupils.." He gripped Sherlock's wrist in his hand.
"...and an elevated pulse. You must be feeling sort of light-headed now, right?"

((The tension..the tensiooonnnn XD))

"I uh.." he was feeling light headed that's for sure, and having Jim so close to him and touching him wasn't helping at all. All he wanted to do was kiss him, just taste Jim Moriarty. He had to try to fight it.

"Would you, uh mind going away. You're too close to me I don't think I can.." words seem to fail him, in the middle of trying to get this sentence out he's already changing his mind, just wanting him to lean closer.

((it's literally killing me xD so i prolonged it more O.o))

This was getting rediculous. Even Jim himself wanted to stop teasing and actually do something, but this was a rare oportunity. He most likely would never get Sherlock in this position again, and he hesitated on giving that up. There were other ways of drugging Sherlock, but he wouldn't be able to create a situation quite like this.

"Oh no no. You're not getting rid of me that easily, dearest. Drugged and alone in my living room? Think of what you could break."

He studied Sherlock's face for a moment, observing every contour and line. There was no doubt that he was a beautiful man, and being this close to him made him envy John Watson with a passion. As much as he hated to admit it, the meddlesome detective that was sitting next to him was both his archenemy and his most desired companion.

((Moriarty has feels :3 ))

"Dammit just get off me! I-I can't control myself."

It was hard to get himself to say those words, Moriarty's eyes, his face, his lips they were what he wanted, and he felt like he could trust himself over to him, the drug must really be potent. Sherlock was stuck with a Catch 22, get Moriarty to get off him and he'll spend the rest of the time in pain but maintain his integrity, but if he gives in he'll feel amazing and lose his integrity. Now it made sense! Moriarty was torturing him and the end result would be Sherlock's loss of dignity and, he was starting to think, his virginity as well.

((Moriarty with feels=incredibly hot. Sherlock has drugged feels ))

"Mmm..that's the point."

He brought his hand up to Sherlock's cheek, running his fingertips softly against his skin. He was finally giving in and touching him, but he would need much more than this to satisfy what he was feeling.

((It's becoming a pattern for my Moriarty to take Sherlock's virginity...O.o Ah well. And yes, drugged feels ))

Sherlock shivered at his touch, immediately getting turned on. He has to do everything in his power to avoid leaning into him. He clutches the arms of his chair, willing himself to sit still. He squinches his eyes closed, trying to think about something else but all he sees is Moriarty.

"Fuck..Jim, this really is torture."

Jim slid his fingers down Sherlock's neck, digging his nails into the flesh deeper and deeper as he went.

"Language, Sherlock."

He stopped when he saw that he broke the skin, and rubbed a little bit of the blood between his fingers.

"It wouldn't be good to mess up your nice shirt, now would it?"

He then proceeded to lean over and lick the blood trail that was forming, all the way up to the broken flesh. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, and he could feel it smearing on his lower lip. He sucked at the wound and gently ran his tongue over it, moving farther and farther up until he reached Sherlock's jaw. He then placed a hand on Sherlock's cheek and turned his head to face him.

"You can't fight it. Just...give in."

He smirked, his lips barely seperate from Sherlocks.

Sherlock whimpered, he couldn't seem to handle it any longer. The way Moriarty licked his neck was beyond anything he had ever felt before, his touch was so foreign. He couldn't help himself, Jim was right, he couldn't fight it. Sherlock reached up and put his hand on Moriarty's cheek, savoring how it felt to touch this illusive man. After enjoying this sensation for a minute he brought his other hand up to the other side of Moriarty's face. He pulled his face forward so that his lips meet his own.

((Aaaaanndddd...the tension is finally broken XD ))

His lips crashed onto Sherlock's, sending a shockwave through his body. He was surprised that Sherlock had initiated this so soon, but at the same time relieved. He didn't know how much longer he could've kept that up without giving in.

"Nice, isn't it? Not having that nagging voice in the back of your mind telling you to stop?"

Sherlock opened his eyes and looked into Jim's.

"Stop talking."

he kissed him again, choosing to give into this feeling rather then listen to Moriarty rub it in. In the back of his mind he was still wondering why Jim wanted this particular outcome, he could of made a drug that just made Sherlock very compliant, but he specifically made it so that Sherlock would be physically attracted to him and make a move. In the midst of this situation, Sherlock managed to store that information away. It may be a possible weak spot in the future that he could use to crucify Moriarty. Or maybe this is just a justification for why he's kissing his archenemy.

In one sudden movement he pushed Sherlock into a laying position and was on top of him. He grabbed both his wrists and stretched them painfully above his head.

"Are you ordering me, Mr.Holmes?"

His tone was playful, but there was something very menacing in his smile.

Sherlock let out a moan, something about the pain felt good. Maybe it was because his head was spinning from the sudden move, or from the fact that a very handsome man was straddling him. He knew Jim was a very serious man, yet still felt the compulsion to be defiant and see where it got him.

"I do believe I gave you an order, that you're not following." He smirked at the other man who clearly was not happy that Sherlock wasn't as, compliant as he might have hoped. Sure, Moriarty would have his fun, but not before Sherlock had some of his own.

He raised an eyebrow at Sherlock's remark. Getting a little brave, are we? Normally he wouldn't put up with this, but Sherlock's behavior intrigued him. He wanted to see where this would go.

"Mmm..you'll haveto make me."

Sherlock gets up in one swift movement and pins Jim to the couch, forearm on his neck, pressing down slightly but not enough to severely hurt him.

"Stop talking." Sherlock repeats, making Jim behave. Apparently this drug wasn't having quite the effect it was supposed to, making Sherlock both attracted to Jim but also more aggressive, it would take more than Jim originally thought to make Sherlock the submissive party.

((Sorry if I get a little violent, I'm watching Donnie Darko, but I'll let you take over here again.))

Jim's eyes widened in surprise as Sherlock pinned him down. This was an..interesting side effect. He would have to look in to that.

Sherlock's forearm dug into his neck, causing pain to flood through his body. He didn't know where Sherlock planned to go with this, but he was amused by his effort thus far. The pain he could deal with, but Sherlock being dominant? No. He wouldn't have that.

"Is this your idea of making me? Use that brilliant mind of yours and stop boring me."

He stared up at him, challenging him with his eyes.

((Oh honey, NEVER apologise for violence with me. You can be as violent as you wish. ))

Moriarty's taunt was infuriating, no matter what he did he never seemed to get the leg up on this man. Sherlock pushed down harder on his neck, denying him the ability to speak.

"I told you to stop talking, I don't care if I'm boring you." He leaned down until he was inches above Moriarty's face, "It's not about you." A small grin flashes across his features, he wouldn't lose just yet.

Jim rolled his eyes, now incapable of speech. He would let Sherlock win this one, and get him back for it later on. Sherlock's hostility was a major turn-on, and as much as he liked being in control, being the one pinned and helpless was pleasantly new.

He watched the detective, bringing his lips into a smirk and waiting for Sherlock to make a move.

((Oh my.. ))

"If I let you up, will you promise to stop talking?" He looks into the other man's eyes for a long time, looking for any previously unread motives.

Jim thought about it for a moment. He could retaliate and get Sherlock in a similar position..or he could let Sherlock have his way. He finally decided to just let Sherlock be triumphant for once, and nodded slowly.

Sherlock smiled slightly and let him up. "Good, because your incessant talking was annoying me. That's the only part about you I really can't stand."

He puts one hand on the side of Moriarty's face and leans in to kiss him gently. Jim looked so cute when he wasn't saying anything, when he was being submissive, he couldn't help himself.

((hbfbbfjkjkdbfkj The cuteness))

Jim internally scoffed at Sherlock's remark. HIS talking? He would admit that he liked to talk, but surely Sherlock had him beat on that scale. Differences aside, he wasn't going simply let Sherlock take control, and annoyance swelled in his chest at the thought of being overpowered again. If there was one thing he loved, it was his own dominance over situations, and how he could always manage to have the upper hand. Sherlock was no stranger to this, however, and that might be a bit of a problem.

Jim grabbed a handful of Sherlock's hair and pushed him forward, causing their lips to connect in a painful collision. Gentleness was for making love, and making love implied mutual feelings. He had never loved someone, and no one had ever loved him, and he liked it that way.

Sherlock put his arms on Jim's shoulders and entangled his hands in the other's hair. Kissing him back rather than trying to pull away, the drug was definitely in full effect now. He moved without breaking the kiss so that he was sitting on Jim's lap. He didn't mind letting Jim have some of the power now, but he was ready if the need arose to resist being completely controlled.

((Seriously! I love them together ha))

He had expected Sherlock to retaliate or to show some level of discomfort; instead he crawled into his lap and kissed him back. This was insane. Jim could hardly concentrate with Sherlock's weight on his crotch, and even more so with the way they were kissing.

"No, this won't do. Get off."

He pushed Sherlock off of him and onto his back, instincts kicking in and telling his body it was time to move on. He leaned over him so that their faces were level, and peered into the others eyes.

"Oh, look at me talking when you told me not to."

He paused, taking in the others emotions and becoming painfully aware of how much he wanted Sherlock to touch him.

"You going to punish me?"