#jimjohn

Jim Moriarty, disguised as one of the hospital's many IT employees, stepped into the lab that has been taken over by Sherlock Holmes. He has been waiting for this moment for days now and he could barely keep himself in character out of excitement. The process of getting hired at the hospital's IT department, charming Molly, asking her to be his girlfriend and convincing her to introduce him to Holmes without being suspicious has been a complicated process.

But finally, he was here. Standing in front of the only man who could ever even attempt to rival his genius.

But he had to concentrate. He had to sell the character of the gay IT employee to Holmes, otherwise his whole plan would crumble. So he licked his lips and rubbed his hands together while he shyly greeted the detective. "Hi."

Nothing. He got nothing in response.

What the fuck?

Not a nod of acknowledgement, not even a flicker of the eye that would have show that the man staring into the microscope noticed his presence.

Suppressing his mounting anger, Jim continued his acting, walking around the man, but before he could try to initiate some small talk, that pathetic little woman, Molly, had the urge to try to break the awkward silence and attempt to introduce the other man standing in the room. But she is flustered and can't even remember the short man's name, so he is forced to introduce himself.

"John Watson. Hi."

Jim has seen this man before, on CCTV cameras, running after Holmes and making appropriate noises when needed like a good little pet. Pathetic, in Jim's opinion, and clearly useless if even stupid Molly can't remember his name.

Averting his attention back to Holmes, Jim had to get him talking. Deciding on asking him about his work, he attempted to coax out an answer.

"Molly's told me all about you. Are you on one of your cases?" He hoped that would be enough to get him talking.

But before the detective could answer, that woman just had to cut in and provide some useless information about how her and Jim had met.

"Office romance!" She stated. And Jim thought "No one asked!" but of course he couldn't say that out loud.

After hovering over the detective's shoulder for a couple seconds, the man finally looked up and took a quick look at him. "Gay."

"Sorry, what?" Molly squeaked after the deduction. The detective quickly realized his mistake at saying that out loud and tried to cover his momentary lack of self control.

"Nothing. Hey!"

Jim could not be happier. Holmes really thought he was so smart, but walked right into his trap. He only had one more thing to get done before this little meeting ended.

He clumsily swiped his hand over the counter, knocking over a metal bowl and watching it fall to the ground. He feigned surprise and embarrassment at his mistake and quickly picked it up, apologizing and carefully slipping the note with his number under it, before announcing that he better get going.

"It was nice to meet you." He said, making his voice sound breathy and a little bit dreamy. He thought he wouldn't get an answer, but the other man in the room spoke up.

"You too." The words were clipped and short, an attempt at trying to break the awkward atmosphere. Jim grimaced in disgust. He couldn't understand why Holmes would want this ordinary man as a companion. There was nothing outstanding about him, but still, he was Holmes' pressure point. He knew, if he wanted to show the detective the lengths he would go to play him, he had to start with Watson. He had to break Holmes' little toy soldier.

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Grinding his teeth together, Jim stared at his computer screen. Well, not his. Saint Bartholomew Hospital's, at his assigned seat in the IT department. He couldn't possibly get more bored than he already was. He calculated that Holmes would show up at the lab today, and he could talk to him again, but the pretentious prick didn't come. And now he had to sit through the entire work day and do his tasks as to not raise suspicion. How hateful.

Deciding that if he was going to stay he is going to need coffee for this, so he started down the stairs to the hospital canteen. His vision was still clouded by annoyance when he collided with a man hurrying upstairs. Finally focusing on what was happening in front of him, he recognized the man, now kneeling on the floor trying to pick up the stack of papers that he dropped when they ran into each other.

John Watson. The younger Holmes's little helper.

How sad.

Apologizing, Watson started stumbling over his words. "So sorry, I didn't mean to run into you." His face was red from embarrassment and he looked up at Jim, still talking, but in that moment, the criminal couldn't hear him anymore.

He couldn't hear him, because his attention has been captured by John Watson's eyes. They were the colour of the high seas that raged with the pover of a viscous storm. Jim has never seen eyes that blue and that captivating. God, and the rest of him... He was kneeling right by Jim's feet, looking up at him while he collected the papers he dropped, his face right at crotch level. Jim would've only had to take one step forward...

"Oh God, did you hit your head?" John was standing up now, worry clear on his face.

"What? No, of course I didn't." Jim said, slightly embarrassed at how quickly his mind came up with those ideas.

"Oh. Good. That's good. I just thought you did, because you weren't answering..."John had all his papers in his arms again, and he was clearly getting ready to leave. "Sorry again." He said one last time.

"Wait!" Jim said quickly. He was intrigued by this short, unassuming man. He wanted to know more. "You're that detective's friend, aren't you?"

"Yes. How did you...?" John started to ask, but before he could finish recognition came over him. "Oh. You're Molly's boyfriend."

"No, well, I was, but we ended things." Jim confessed. He didn't know why, but he wanted to make sure that John knew he was single.

"Sorry to hear that." Jim was getting tired of the word 'sorry'.

"No, it's alright. We really weren't ment to be." He said and to his surprise, he felt a genuine smile tug at his lips. "When are you getting off work?" Where did that question come from?

John took a quick look at his watch before answering. "I think at six."

"Good. I'll be there to pick you up."

"What? Why?" John looked very confused.

"Because I'm taking you out for dinner." Jim answered plainly. He had no idea when and why he decided to do this, but now there was no going back. He was only getting to know John to gain information about Holmes. Right?

"No you're not! I don't even know your name!" The rejection hurt Jim way more than he thought it would.

"Yes you do. It's Jim." He said with a smile, hoping that would calm John down. And when did he start referring to this man as 'John' instead of 'Watson' in his mind?

"No. I mean your full name."

"Oh Johnny boy. You'll find out soon enough." And he will, that was for certain. John will be screaming his name, either in terror or pleasure, that one he was sure of.

To soothe the doctor's confusion, he leaned forward and left a light kiss on John's cheek. The bluss that appeared on the other man's face warmed Jim's cold heart. Maybe hearing his name screamed in pleasured by those pretty lips was becoming more interesting than the other option.

"You know what? Fuck it." John was once again looking up at him with those gorgeous blue eyes. "I'll go out with you. But at least, let me go home after work to change."

Jim's heart gave flutter at those words. "Grand! I'll pick you up at seven." He could feel himself grinning from ear

to ear.

"But you don't even know where I live."

Of course. John didn't know Jim knew where his flat was. "You're right. So, will you tell me?" He intentionally let his voice become teasing, grin prevalent on his face. He knew people liked that sort of thing.

"Of course. 221B Baker Street." John quickly took out an empty piece or paper and wrote the adress down. "And here is my number. Call me when you arrive." He handed the note over to Jim with a coy little smile that entranced the criminal way more than he would ever admit.

"Alright. I will."

He saw John smile at him one more time, before the doctor turned and finally walked up the stairs, hurrying to his office. Jim just stood there, watching the retreating man's head disappear behind a door and realizing what he had just done. He asked John Watson out on a date. Sherlock Holmes' pet. But the craziest thing about this was the fact that he didn't do it because he wanted to use the man, he did it because he liked him. He wanted to take John out, so he asked him. He felt genuine interest for the doctor with the cute smile and those gorgeous blue eyes. And that in it self was something that he never thought would happen to him. He was charming and gravitated Jim to himself like a black hole captures celestial objects.

John never minded how Jim could be at times. He found it amusing that the criminal would sometimes mess up his clothes before the doctor left, or leave a lipstick stained kiss on his cheek or shirt collar. It was rather adorable at times, especially the innocent eyes that would be given after. John also didn't mind the under the breath grumbling when he covered his neck, or the lust soaken murmurs breathed into his skin. He especially loved the latter, each sentence met with a shiver of approval.

"Wonder how long till Sherlock can deduce that you're mine."

John tried not to laugh, fumbling with the buttons of Jim's shirt. That was always how the murmurs started, with some sort of playful musing. So far the detective hadn't caught on, still believing that John was seeing a woman named Jane. An increase in bite marks and hickeys left on his skin certainly wouldn't change that but the doctor let his boyfriend continue doing so.

"Maybe I should lend you one of my shirts...how many people does he know that wears Westwood?"

John snorted a bit, softly tugging the dress shirt off from the Irishman's pale body. He didn't get a chance to stare for long, a cold hand touching his neck ever so gently. As if that was some kind of cue the doctor found himself tilting his head to the side a bit. Jim raised a brow at that before grinning a bit, pressing a kiss to the corner of John's lips.

"How cute, you already know that you're mine, Johnny boy..."

That damn nickname. It nearly broke the moment before those soft lips touched the doctor's neck, staying still for a moment as if contemplating. John felt his heart pounding already, looping an arm around his partner's torso loosely. Suddenly Jim pulled back from John's neck, tilting his head in thought.

"Maybe I should just bite your lips instead. After all, Sherlock seems to always be staring at them!"

A soft huff of annoyance followed those words, Jim's eyes darkening a bit. John raised a brow, untilting his head. This was new, exciting. He noticed the criminal's eyes locked onto his lips, contemplating his next move almost. A small shiver rushed through the doctor; he loved that look, loved how no matter the outcome it always felt new and exciting. Jim noticed the shiver, a grin spreading across his face.

"Oh? Would you like that, dove? Well, that settles it then!"

John didn't get time to take in those words before he was caught up in a kiss, eyes closing with a little hum of surprise. Despite expecting it, the hard nibble was a surprise. His heart was racing even harder now, gripping onto Jim's shoulder tightly. The kiss broke, but the biting didn't. Delicately at first, his bottom lip was nibbled at like a chewy candy. It was a bit strange at first, but at the harder bites he melted. Loving danger and being with Jim Moriarty came in a sweet pair often during sex. So when all that nibbling caused his lip to bleed a bit, John couldn't help but groan softly. That caught Jim's attention again, causing him to pull back and look at his handiwork.

"Perfect...oh, your lip looks so pretty with blood on it dove."

John tried not to lick the blood away, staring at the pleased criminal comfortably in his lap. For a moment there was just heavy breathing and staring, waiting for the other to move. The doctor was the first to do so, pressing his bloody lips onto Jim's neck gently. A hum of surprise came from the criminal at that, making John's heart flutter happily. He continued leaving a trail of kisses down his partner's neck until there wasn't blood left behind, adoring every single little hum and moan from the man.

Jim seemed speechless now, grinning widely and perhaps a bit madly. John didn't mind too much, now wrapping his other arm around his partner. That action seemed to break the awed pause, the criminal nuzzling his face in the crook of John's neck.

The softness of the moment didn't last, already marks being bitten and sucked into the doctor's skin, more and more mumbles in between pouring out like honey.

"I wonder if Sherlock is ever jealous when he sees what I've done to you, dove...how hilarious, he's jealous of me!"

"Don't hide your neck tomorrow, dove, I want to see everything I did...make sure it's perfect before I let you go. After all, you deserve perfection."

"I could spend a whole day just doing this...though it might get boring after a couple hours. Or it might not. You have yet to bore me after all."

The only other touch was Jim's hand gently pushing John's chin to the angle he needed to continue, taking care to never be too rough. That could come in later. It seemed too soon when the criminal seemed satisfied with his handiwork, kissing over the reddened bite marks gently. His dark eyes looked to John innocently. The look drove him wild, a quiet whine for more slipping out.

The criminal raised a brow playfully, hands sliding down to the waistband of the doctor's pants. It was never this specific order, sometimes the murmurs and biting would come during (if possible), or after. It felt like some sort of tease when it came before. John wondered if Jim knew that, unable to form any other noise but a desperate whine.

"Shh, dove, be patient. Wouldn't want to rush things now would we?"

Jim had a point, he always had a point. John scrunched up his nose, looking away to show his agreement. Messy and rushed was nice at times, but the rare time they could spend the night together didn't deserve that. Slow, loving, romantic even...that was perfect. Seeming to be finished teasing, the mastermind finished undressing himself and the doctor, his neck with dried blood kisses like some kind of painting.

The rest of the time spent was the slow and loving time that John clung onto when he was unable to see his boyfriend again. The memories of making each other laugh, whatever way was taken to fill lustful desire, the gentle way Jim was after it all...

"We're so silly when it comes to love...I want to show the world you're mine and you enjoy that. Then we carry on as if my musings alone couldn't drive you mad."

"Jim, it's too late to start again. We have work, remember?"

Another sweet laugh rumbled from the Irishman before breaking into a yawn. It was dark but John hoped his boyfriend could deduce the 'I told you so' facial expression he had.