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[moriartyproperty]

@iammoriarty:

“Oh? For some reason, I doubt that.” Jim shifted where he stood, head tilted, tongue running over the back of his teeth. He couldn’t care less about what the other thought he knew - he didn’t - although the fact that he’d been watching him without being caught was worrying. Keeping his eyes fixed on Sebastian’s and his voice measured, he continued. “I highly doubt it. Go on. Tell me what you know, if you’re so confident. For every thing you get wrong, I’ll take a finger.”

Sebastian kept a straight face, not showing any sign of discomfort despite of the threat. Obviously, he didn’t know exactly who the man standing before him was, considering the criminal was far too good to have his secrets discovered, but he had a feeling he knew enough to pull off his plan. “I know you’ve got a big wallet.” he stated with confidence. And frankly, money was something he could definitely use after having lost his job not too long ago. “And you bend the law as you please. Which makes two of us.”

[tigerwithasniper]

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Sebastian grunted as the smaller man successfully pinned him, limbs practically immobilized and body weight perfectly balanced on top of him. He glared at the other, teeth bared. “Get the fuck off of me before I make you.” Though it was an obviously empty threat. He knew if he tried to get free, he could easily have a few broken bones and a knife in his side if not more.

[blainemoriarty]

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It was late, and Blaine was on his own, walking back from a more distasteful job farther up the street. This was more of an alley than a road, barely wide enough for a single car to fit through. The air was thick with the smell of garbage and another, muskier scent, most likely produced by the several pairs of men rutting together against the wall. It was what one would usually find when they walked through the back exit of one of London’s less classy gay bars. It was also Blaine’s workplace.

This occupation was far from ideal, but Blaine planned to stick with it. He’d had other plans for himself, back when he was happier and naive and with a complete, living family, but right now those seemed hopelessly out of his reach. Whoring himself out put food on the table and a roof over his head; more than that, Blaine was good at it. If only it could actually get him somewhere higher in life.

As he approached the end of the road, where it branched off onto a much louder, much brighter road, Blaine stopped in his tracks. A man’s silhouette had appeared in front of him, blocking the way. He couldn’t make out a face, only that the man was about Blaine’s own height and build. The hairs on the back of Blaine’s neck stood on end, and every nerve in his body was itching to get away. He kept his cool, though, and when he spoke, he managed to sound calm.

“Excuse me.”

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[sebastian-tiger-moran]

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