Get Sherlock

James Moriarty, Consulting Criminal. Leave name number and something fun to do in my ask. Don't be boring.

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Cat, fiddle. The Latch key of my bookhouse. 1921. 

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guys watch this it’s hilarious

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I will not stop reblogging this until each and every one of you has seen it

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It's been awhile. How are all my little ordinary pets?

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Mr. Brightside - The Killers.

↳ I’m coming out of my cage and I’ve been doing just fine. Gotta, gotta be down because I want it all. It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss. 

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SPN FANDOM TRADITION: ALWAYS. REBLOG. ON. TUESDAY.

DO WANT THIS TRADITION TO STAY FOREVER IN THIS FANDOM

ALWAYS.

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Never not reblogging on Tuesday.

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The Death Of Snow White, Age 10

Jim stood outside of The Strand newspaper at 7:30 in the morning,watching the people go in and out through the tall glass doors as he scrolled through the morning texts and sipped his coffee.

His favorite pilot knew too much, and his least favorite officer had spoken. He did say that he had warned him. In fact, he had thought he had become merciful in the past few years of laying quiet and playing dead. If nothing else, he needed to punish the stupid people for their ignorance. After all, they could only blame themselves now.

[Text to Kitten]: A pair of fur mittens for my Kitten, if I ask a favor? xoxoJim

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Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive for some reason. Did James Moriarty wear some kind of special lipgloss,or was Ianto  really that hopeless? He really hoped it was the first of those options. “I would have taken you to be a patient man, Mr. Moriarty,” he breathed, before he attacked Jim’s mouth with his own, the dark blinding him to all but the sensation of another persons lips against his.

Jim growled into the kiss, more tongue and teeth than lips, noting how different Ianto was compared to the first time they had met. Jim arched his back and rolled his hips forward as he chuckled and pulled away from the kiss with a bite, almost taking Ianto’s bottom lip with him. “You would’ve been wrong.”

Ianto groaned against Jim’s mouth, his mouth throbbing with pain and pleasure.His breath hitched as Jim’s hips rocked against his and despite the fact that he was bigger than Jim, he felt himself being pushed backwards slightly from the force of Jim’s kisses. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Jim laughed honestly, and let himself fall back against the wall, pulling Ianto in closer with him. “I’m surprised you can see at all.” Jim said with a lilt, slowly sliding his hands up Ianto’s shirt and scratched down lightly. “Getting night vision already? You do evolve quickly.”

Ianto let himself be pulled back, one hand falling against the wall to brace himself so he didn’t squish the smaller Irish man underneath him. He hissed a bit too loudly, his back arching.”You always have a come back, don’t you?” Ianto said, raking a hand through Jim’s oddly soft locks of hair. “How the hell do you get under my skin so easily?” he demanded.

Jim leaned his head into Ianto’s hand, mostly involuntarily. Damn hair. He yanked his head away and tried to glare, falling short in the pitch black. “Thank you.” He smiled, taking the compliment where it wasn’t given. “As far as the skin goes,” He purred, whispering in Ianto’s ear. “I’d like to think I’m just your poison.”

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Get Sherlock: Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive…

“You always pull away when I do that. Why Mr. Moriarty, do you have a thing for people touching your hair?” Ianto asked with a smirk, raking his fingers through it again. “If you’re poison, why then do you taste so good?” Ianto growled, his mouth roughly enveloping Jim’s in another kiss.

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Jim’s growl caught in his throat, and he narrowed his eyes. “You tell anyone, I’ll have your hands on display in my summer home.” Jim sighed happily, not resisting the tug of fingers through his hair again. Jim kissed back hungrily, almost pushing Ianto’s face to the side as he bit down on Ianto’s neck. Hard.

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Ianto smirked, nodding as he knew Jim would feel it even if he couldn’t see it. “You’d miss what my hands can do,” he said with little shame. Again, another skill it seemed of James Moriarty, to make Ianto lose his inhibitions. Ianto let out a noise that was most certaintly not a whimper, and yelped with little dignity.

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“I’d still have your hands. At my summer home.” Jim growled into Ianto’s neck, licking a stripe up his pulse with a smile. “What I would miss as your accent. I rather enjoy your voice. Especially when you don’t have any words.”

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“They wouldn’t do much good without muscle attached to them,” Ianto said, but his voice was rather weak and the sarcasm didn’t quite have a bite to it.  He groaned, tilting his head as if to ask for more. “Oh, but you should hear what I can do with words to you when I use them in Welsh.”

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Jim laughed softly in Ianto’s ear. “I’d find use for them.” He teased. Jim breathed hot on Ianto’s neck, not touching his skin for a moment as he teased. “Maybe another time.” Jim smirked.

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“Oh, I’m sure you would,” Ianto mused, the thought of his hands tacked to a wall pushed from his mind by Jim’s breath on his neck. “Your loss,” Ianto said, tiliting his head even further, aware he looked far more like prey than predator and not really caring.

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Jim raised and eyebrow and stepped away in the dark, silently waiting. The man was eager, sure. But not a hunter yet. Jim was tempted to just attack his neck, but making him angry was just too much fun.

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Ianto swore as he suddenly had nothing supporting him against the wall and fell rather spectacularly against it, his head knocking into the brick. He rubbed the already forming bruise with annoyance, turning around in the direction he thought Jim had gone. “Are we really still playing this?” he asked, the annoyance watered down by the fact that he was still breathless from the kisses.

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“One thing you might want to know, Mr. Jones.” Jim grinned, running a finger along Ianto’s arm as he bit back a laugh from the sound of the man hitting his head, “Is that I’m always playing games.” Jim pressed the remote into Ianto’s hand. “Do you really want the lights on right now?” He purred.

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Ianto scowled at the laughter that still lingered in Jim’s voice despite the man’s efforts to hide it, jumping slightly when a single finger touched him. Ianto was surprised to suddenly feel the remote in his hand and he blinked a couple of times. Then he deliberately tossed the remote aside. “What I want,” he growled, “is for you to shut up.” He lashed his arm out and pulled Jim towards him, attacking Jim’s mouth again. “And if this doesn’t, there’s plenty of other things in this hub that will,” he said against Jim’s mouth.

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Jim smiled as he was yanked forward, kissing Ianto back furiously. He wanted to comment on how well he did, turning Iatno almost like he was. Taking what he wanted, and not being so shy about it. Honestly, it really was an accomplishment Jim could use. “That’s going to break.” Jim teased, grabbing Ianto’s hips with his own and rolling against him in a gasp. “Things like what?” He panted.

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Ianto growled into the kiss, nipping at Jim’s lips and tongue, lust and annoyance making him care little about being slow and methodical. How could the man piss him off so much and yet he still wanted him so badly? “Then you’ll owe me a new one,” Ianto whispered into his ear,  panting slightly when his hips were grabbed. “Things that would numb your tongue, make your tongue bleed, make you see hallucinations. You think I don’t have the means to shut you up? I don’t think a means is why people don’t shut you up, Jim,” he said huskily, using the man’s first name for the first time tonight. “Its for fear of ending up a mantel on your wall.”

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“You’re the one who threw it.” Jim argued, but with nothing behind it. He personally didn’t give a damn about the remote. He brushed a hand between the and down Ianto’s chest to the belt of his pants, his fingers dancing over it lightly, hoping he was teasing the man. “That’s actually some of the more imaginative offers I’ve ever gotten.” Jim mused. “But not what I was talking about.” He giggled.

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“And you’re the one who started this,” Ianto countered, but honestly the remote had already slipped away from his mind as Jim’s fingers danced down his chest and against his belt. “Well, then you’ll have be more specific. Despite all the tech we have here, I’m not a mind reader. You got  me to beg last time. I want to find out what Jim Moriarty sounds like when he begs,” Ianto murmured, pulling Jim’s hands away and letting his own find Jim’s belt.

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“I was talking about shutting me up in a very different way.” He smirked. Jim narrowed his eyes, but didn’t push Ianto’s hands away. “Sorry Dear. I’m afraid no one knows what that sounds like.” Miss Adler had an idea, sure, but he’d never full on begged her for anything yet. “I don’t beg.” He shrugged.

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Ianto arched a brow ever so slightly, his lips quirking just a bit before his face took on an innocent expression. As if Ianto was still innocent after everything with Jack…”Well I don’t know, Jim dear, I’m not sure I understand what you mean. Hmph, you’re the one who’s always saying things are boring. That, Mr. Moriarty, is downright dull and predictable.”

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“I wonder, exactly,” Jim started, a smile playing on his lips. “How exactly do you plan to go about and make me beg?” Jim rolled his hips again on that last word, clenching his jaw and letting out a soft hum. This was fun, really. Twisting people like this, forcing their darker colours to spill over the lighter ones.

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“You’re only flesh and blood, despite all your eloquent speeches. Beside, I don’t care if you actually beg. It’s all part of the game, isn’t it? I thought you liked games,” Ianto retorted in a sweet voice, rounding his vowels to emphasize his accent. He undid the other man’s belt but stopped there, his brow arched

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“Oh, no. I’m much more than that.” Jim giggled. He rolled his eyes when Ianto stopped and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Dull.” He purred, before palming Iatno slowly. “I can do the rest myself…” He grinned.

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“If I’m dull you’re predictable,” Ianto said, mocking Jim’s actions by leaning over to whisper in his ear. “But I’m not. You wouldn’t bother with me if I was. You said it yourself, you like me.” He pried Jim’s hand away and then ground his hips against Jim’s again, his own fingers returning to yank the zipper down. “You could do it yourself, yes. But you have a young Welsh man in between your legs, and doing it yourself seems rather a waste doesn’t it.”

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“Good god, I’ve created a monster.” Jim said sarcastically. He was tempted to show Ianto how unpredictable he could be, but then again he did have to keep Iatno slightly in the dark… Jim grinded back against Ianto and let his head fall back. “You’re my age, Mr. Jones.” Jim corrected. “Though the rest is rather true.” He grinned.

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“No, no, Mr. Moriarty, we’re Torchwood, we deal with the monsters.Come now, get your facts straight.” And just because he knew it was the one thing that he could do to make Jim lose the tiniest bit of control, his hands ran through Jim’s hair again. “You see, I might not be good for much, but my coffee and my perception are both spot on. And my perception is that you wouldn’t mind so terribly if I did this,” he yanked Jim’s trousers leaving them just barely on his hips, and his hand slipped into the…silk?…why was Ianto surprised by that? The silk boxers and squeezed. “Seems like flesh and blood to me.”

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Jim’s eyes flutter closed, and he reminded himself that he liked his hair, and didn’t really want to cut it all off in order to avoid these sorts of moments where he couldn’t resist. Jim hummed in agreement to Ianto, pulling him closer by his shirt collar. “No, I don’t mind at all. But if it were just flesh and blood…” Jim licked Ianto’s earlobe and breathed into the shell of his ear softly. “Would you even be here?”

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Ianto chuckled slightly, amused and if it was possible more around by the sight of Jim Moriarty losing just the slightest bit of control. “You know the answer to that,” Ianto said with a shaky breath. “The question is, you have plenty of people you could be doing this with, why me?” he asked, trembling and feeling his knees go weak. How the hell did Jim know his ear was so sensitive?

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Jim made a slightly annoyed noise in the back of his throat, very quietly, and bit gently on the man’s ear. “I don’t like plenty of people.” What Jim did like to do was break things, make them bleed. With Ianto, all he needed to do to break him was twist him. Contort him, corrupt the loyalty in him and now he had a new person to play with altogether. Of coursed, it helped Ianto had a high IQ and a secret government lab to hide away in.

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“You can’t stand that you have to “behave” around me, can you?” Ianto asked, not meanly but with simple curiousty. “I’ve seen that look you get sometimes, before you decide…what is it, I’m too fragile? I do hope you dont think Im not aware you manipulate me. I’ve been manipulated before. Trust me, I can tell. After a year in that sodding universe, the thing is, I really don’t care,” And with that he pulled Jim’s silk boxers down as well, his eyes flashing slightly before his mouth covered Jim’s neck.

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"That says more about you than me, Mr. Jones. I don't need to manipulate people. I know how people react without my influence. All I need to do is set the right things in front of them, and watch them dance." Jim said, quirking his eyebrow momentarily. "You'll learn. You're not prey now, after all." Jim tugged Ianto forward by the man's trousers and hissed at the contact between them. "Are you 'taking' what you want, this time? Or was that all talk?" Jim smiled. No matter what, he knew how to control people. 

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Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive for some reason. Did James Moriarty wear some kind of special lipgloss,or was Ianto  really that hopeless? He really hoped it was the first of those options. “I would have taken you to be a patient man, Mr. Moriarty,” he breathed, before he attacked Jim’s mouth with his own, the dark blinding him to all but the sensation of another persons lips against his.

Jim growled into the kiss, more tongue and teeth than lips, noting how different Ianto was compared to the first time they had met. Jim arched his back and rolled his hips forward as he chuckled and pulled away from the kiss with a bite, almost taking Ianto’s bottom lip with him. “You would’ve been wrong.”

Ianto groaned against Jim’s mouth, his mouth throbbing with pain and pleasure.His breath hitched as Jim’s hips rocked against his and despite the fact that he was bigger than Jim, he felt himself being pushed backwards slightly from the force of Jim’s kisses. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Jim laughed honestly, and let himself fall back against the wall, pulling Ianto in closer with him. “I’m surprised you can see at all.” Jim said with a lilt, slowly sliding his hands up Ianto’s shirt and scratched down lightly. “Getting night vision already? You do evolve quickly.”

Ianto let himself be pulled back, one hand falling against the wall to brace himself so he didn’t squish the smaller Irish man underneath him. He hissed a bit too loudly, his back arching.”You always have a come back, don’t you?” Ianto said, raking a hand through Jim’s oddly soft locks of hair. “How the hell do you get under my skin so easily?” he demanded.

Jim leaned his head into Ianto’s hand, mostly involuntarily. Damn hair. He yanked his head away and tried to glare, falling short in the pitch black. “Thank you.” He smiled, taking the compliment where it wasn’t given. “As far as the skin goes,” He purred, whispering in Ianto’s ear. “I’d like to think I’m just your poison.”

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Get Sherlock: Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive…

“You always pull away when I do that. Why Mr. Moriarty, do you have a thing for people touching your hair?” Ianto asked with a smirk, raking his fingers through it again. “If you’re poison, why then do you taste so good?” Ianto growled, his mouth roughly enveloping Jim’s in another kiss.

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Jim’s growl caught in his throat, and he narrowed his eyes. “You tell anyone, I’ll have your hands on display in my summer home.” Jim sighed happily, not resisting the tug of fingers through his hair again. Jim kissed back hungrily, almost pushing Ianto’s face to the side as he bit down on Ianto’s neck. Hard.

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Ianto smirked, nodding as he knew Jim would feel it even if he couldn’t see it. “You’d miss what my hands can do,” he said with little shame. Again, another skill it seemed of James Moriarty, to make Ianto lose his inhibitions. Ianto let out a noise that was most certaintly not a whimper, and yelped with little dignity.

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“I’d still have your hands. At my summer home.” Jim growled into Ianto’s neck, licking a stripe up his pulse with a smile. “What I would miss as your accent. I rather enjoy your voice. Especially when you don’t have any words.”

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“They wouldn’t do much good without muscle attached to them,” Ianto said, but his voice was rather weak and the sarcasm didn’t quite have a bite to it.  He groaned, tilting his head as if to ask for more. “Oh, but you should hear what I can do with words to you when I use them in Welsh.”

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Jim laughed softly in Ianto’s ear. “I’d find use for them.” He teased. Jim breathed hot on Ianto’s neck, not touching his skin for a moment as he teased. “Maybe another time.” Jim smirked.

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“Oh, I’m sure you would,” Ianto mused, the thought of his hands tacked to a wall pushed from his mind by Jim’s breath on his neck. “Your loss,” Ianto said, tiliting his head even further, aware he looked far more like prey than predator and not really caring.

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Jim raised and eyebrow and stepped away in the dark, silently waiting. The man was eager, sure. But not a hunter yet. Jim was tempted to just attack his neck, but making him angry was just too much fun.

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Ianto swore as he suddenly had nothing supporting him against the wall and fell rather spectacularly against it, his head knocking into the brick. He rubbed the already forming bruise with annoyance, turning around in the direction he thought Jim had gone. “Are we really still playing this?” he asked, the annoyance watered down by the fact that he was still breathless from the kisses.

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“One thing you might want to know, Mr. Jones.” Jim grinned, running a finger along Ianto’s arm as he bit back a laugh from the sound of the man hitting his head, “Is that I’m always playing games.” Jim pressed the remote into Ianto’s hand. “Do you really want the lights on right now?” He purred.

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Ianto scowled at the laughter that still lingered in Jim’s voice despite the man’s efforts to hide it, jumping slightly when a single finger touched him. Ianto was surprised to suddenly feel the remote in his hand and he blinked a couple of times. Then he deliberately tossed the remote aside. “What I want,” he growled, “is for you to shut up.” He lashed his arm out and pulled Jim towards him, attacking Jim’s mouth again. “And if this doesn’t, there’s plenty of other things in this hub that will,” he said against Jim’s mouth.

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Jim smiled as he was yanked forward, kissing Ianto back furiously. He wanted to comment on how well he did, turning Iatno almost like he was. Taking what he wanted, and not being so shy about it. Honestly, it really was an accomplishment Jim could use. “That’s going to break.” Jim teased, grabbing Ianto’s hips with his own and rolling against him in a gasp. “Things like what?” He panted.

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Ianto growled into the kiss, nipping at Jim’s lips and tongue, lust and annoyance making him care little about being slow and methodical. How could the man piss him off so much and yet he still wanted him so badly? “Then you’ll owe me a new one,” Ianto whispered into his ear,  panting slightly when his hips were grabbed. “Things that would numb your tongue, make your tongue bleed, make you see hallucinations. You think I don’t have the means to shut you up? I don’t think a means is why people don’t shut you up, Jim,” he said huskily, using the man’s first name for the first time tonight. “Its for fear of ending up a mantel on your wall.”

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“You’re the one who threw it.” Jim argued, but with nothing behind it. He personally didn’t give a damn about the remote. He brushed a hand between the and down Ianto’s chest to the belt of his pants, his fingers dancing over it lightly, hoping he was teasing the man. “That’s actually some of the more imaginative offers I’ve ever gotten.” Jim mused. “But not what I was talking about.” He giggled.

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“And you’re the one who started this,” Ianto countered, but honestly the remote had already slipped away from his mind as Jim’s fingers danced down his chest and against his belt. “Well, then you’ll have be more specific. Despite all the tech we have here, I’m not a mind reader. You got  me to beg last time. I want to find out what Jim Moriarty sounds like when he begs,” Ianto murmured, pulling Jim’s hands away and letting his own find Jim’s belt.

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“I was talking about shutting me up in a very different way.” He smirked. Jim narrowed his eyes, but didn’t push Ianto’s hands away. “Sorry Dear. I’m afraid no one knows what that sounds like.” Miss Adler had an idea, sure, but he’d never full on begged her for anything yet. “I don’t beg.” He shrugged.

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Ianto arched a brow ever so slightly, his lips quirking just a bit before his face took on an innocent expression. As if Ianto was still innocent after everything with Jack…”Well I don’t know, Jim dear, I’m not sure I understand what you mean. Hmph, you’re the one who’s always saying things are boring. That, Mr. Moriarty, is downright dull and predictable.”

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“I wonder, exactly,” Jim started, a smile playing on his lips. “How exactly do you plan to go about and make me beg?” Jim rolled his hips again on that last word, clenching his jaw and letting out a soft hum. This was fun, really. Twisting people like this, forcing their darker colours to spill over the lighter ones.

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“You’re only flesh and blood, despite all your eloquent speeches. Beside, I don’t care if you actually beg. It’s all part of the game, isn’t it? I thought you liked games,” Ianto retorted in a sweet voice, rounding his vowels to emphasize his accent. He undid the other man’s belt but stopped there, his brow arched

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“Oh, no. I’m much more than that.” Jim giggled. He rolled his eyes when Ianto stopped and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Dull.” He purred, before palming Iatno slowly. “I can do the rest myself…” He grinned.

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“If I’m dull you’re predictable,” Ianto said, mocking Jim’s actions by leaning over to whisper in his ear. “But I’m not. You wouldn’t bother with me if I was. You said it yourself, you like me.” He pried Jim’s hand away and then ground his hips against Jim’s again, his own fingers returning to yank the zipper down. “You could do it yourself, yes. But you have a young Welsh man in between your legs, and doing it yourself seems rather a waste doesn’t it.”

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“Good god, I’ve created a monster.” Jim said sarcastically. He was tempted to show Ianto how unpredictable he could be, but then again he did have to keep Iatno slightly in the dark… Jim grinded back against Ianto and let his head fall back. “You’re my age, Mr. Jones.” Jim corrected. “Though the rest is rather true.” He grinned.

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“No, no, Mr. Moriarty, we’re Torchwood, we deal with the monsters.Come now, get your facts straight.” And just because he knew it was the one thing that he could do to make Jim lose the tiniest bit of control, his hands ran through Jim’s hair again. “You see, I might not be good for much, but my coffee and my perception are both spot on. And my perception is that you wouldn’t mind so terribly if I did this,” he yanked Jim’s trousers leaving them just barely on his hips, and his hand slipped into the…silk?…why was Ianto surprised by that? The silk boxers and squeezed. “Seems like flesh and blood to me.”

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Jim’s eyes flutter closed, and he reminded himself that he liked his hair, and didn’t really want to cut it all off in order to avoid these sorts of moments where he couldn’t resist. Jim hummed in agreement to Ianto, pulling him closer by his shirt collar. “No, I don’t mind at all. But if it were just flesh and blood…” Jim licked Ianto’s earlobe and breathed into the shell of his ear softly. “Would you even be here?”

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Ianto chuckled slightly, amused and if it was possible more around by the sight of Jim Moriarty losing just the slightest bit of control. “You know the answer to that,” Ianto said with a shaky breath. “The question is, you have plenty of people you could be doing this with, why me?” he asked, trembling and feeling his knees go weak. How the hell did Jim know his ear was so sensitive?

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Jim made a slightly annoyed noise in the back of his throat, very quietly, and bit gently on the man's ear. "I don't like plenty of people." What Jim did like to do was break things, make them bleed. With Ianto, all he needed to do to break him was twist him. Contort him, corrupt the loyalty in him and now he had a new person to play with altogether. Of coursed, it helped Ianto had a high IQ and a secret government lab to hide away in.

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Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive for some reason. Did James Moriarty wear some kind of special lipgloss,or was Ianto  really that hopeless? He really hoped it was the first of those options. “I would have taken you to be a patient man, Mr. Moriarty,” he breathed, before he attacked Jim’s mouth with his own, the dark blinding him to all but the sensation of another persons lips against his.

Jim growled into the kiss, more tongue and teeth than lips, noting how different Ianto was compared to the first time they had met. Jim arched his back and rolled his hips forward as he chuckled and pulled away from the kiss with a bite, almost taking Ianto’s bottom lip with him. “You would’ve been wrong.”

Ianto groaned against Jim’s mouth, his mouth throbbing with pain and pleasure.His breath hitched as Jim’s hips rocked against his and despite the fact that he was bigger than Jim, he felt himself being pushed backwards slightly from the force of Jim’s kisses. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Jim laughed honestly, and let himself fall back against the wall, pulling Ianto in closer with him. “I’m surprised you can see at all.” Jim said with a lilt, slowly sliding his hands up Ianto’s shirt and scratched down lightly. “Getting night vision already? You do evolve quickly.”

Ianto let himself be pulled back, one hand falling against the wall to brace himself so he didn’t squish the smaller Irish man underneath him. He hissed a bit too loudly, his back arching.”You always have a come back, don’t you?” Ianto said, raking a hand through Jim’s oddly soft locks of hair. “How the hell do you get under my skin so easily?” he demanded.

Jim leaned his head into Ianto’s hand, mostly involuntarily. Damn hair. He yanked his head away and tried to glare, falling short in the pitch black. “Thank you.” He smiled, taking the compliment where it wasn’t given. “As far as the skin goes,” He purred, whispering in Ianto’s ear. “I’d like to think I’m just your poison.”

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Get Sherlock: Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive…

“You always pull away when I do that. Why Mr. Moriarty, do you have a thing for people touching your hair?” Ianto asked with a smirk, raking his fingers through it again. “If you’re poison, why then do you taste so good?” Ianto growled, his mouth roughly enveloping Jim’s in another kiss.

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Jim’s growl caught in his throat, and he narrowed his eyes. “You tell anyone, I’ll have your hands on display in my summer home.” Jim sighed happily, not resisting the tug of fingers through his hair again. Jim kissed back hungrily, almost pushing Ianto’s face to the side as he bit down on Ianto’s neck. Hard.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto smirked, nodding as he knew Jim would feel it even if he couldn’t see it. “You’d miss what my hands can do,” he said with little shame. Again, another skill it seemed of James Moriarty, to make Ianto lose his inhibitions. Ianto let out a noise that was most certaintly not a whimper, and yelped with little dignity.

[thisjimisdead]

“I’d still have your hands. At my summer home.” Jim growled into Ianto’s neck, licking a stripe up his pulse with a smile. “What I would miss as your accent. I rather enjoy your voice. Especially when you don’t have any words.”

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“They wouldn’t do much good without muscle attached to them,” Ianto said, but his voice was rather weak and the sarcasm didn’t quite have a bite to it.  He groaned, tilting his head as if to ask for more. “Oh, but you should hear what I can do with words to you when I use them in Welsh.”

[thisjimisdead]

Jim laughed softly in Ianto’s ear. “I’d find use for them.” He teased. Jim breathed hot on Ianto’s neck, not touching his skin for a moment as he teased. “Maybe another time.” Jim smirked.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“Oh, I’m sure you would,” Ianto mused, the thought of his hands tacked to a wall pushed from his mind by Jim’s breath on his neck. “Your loss,” Ianto said, tiliting his head even further, aware he looked far more like prey than predator and not really caring.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim raised and eyebrow and stepped away in the dark, silently waiting. The man was eager, sure. But not a hunter yet. Jim was tempted to just attack his neck, but making him angry was just too much fun.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto swore as he suddenly had nothing supporting him against the wall and fell rather spectacularly against it, his head knocking into the brick. He rubbed the already forming bruise with annoyance, turning around in the direction he thought Jim had gone. “Are we really still playing this?” he asked, the annoyance watered down by the fact that he was still breathless from the kisses.

[thisjimisdead]

“One thing you might want to know, Mr. Jones.” Jim grinned, running a finger along Ianto’s arm as he bit back a laugh from the sound of the man hitting his head, “Is that I’m always playing games.” Jim pressed the remote into Ianto’s hand. “Do you really want the lights on right now?” He purred.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto scowled at the laughter that still lingered in Jim’s voice despite the man’s efforts to hide it, jumping slightly when a single finger touched him. Ianto was surprised to suddenly feel the remote in his hand and he blinked a couple of times. Then he deliberately tossed the remote aside. “What I want,” he growled, “is for you to shut up.” He lashed his arm out and pulled Jim towards him, attacking Jim’s mouth again. “And if this doesn’t, there’s plenty of other things in this hub that will,” he said against Jim’s mouth.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim smiled as he was yanked forward, kissing Ianto back furiously. He wanted to comment on how well he did, turning Iatno almost like he was. Taking what he wanted, and not being so shy about it. Honestly, it really was an accomplishment Jim could use. “That’s going to break.” Jim teased, grabbing Ianto’s hips with his own and rolling against him in a gasp. “Things like what?” He panted.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto growled into the kiss, nipping at Jim’s lips and tongue, lust and annoyance making him care little about being slow and methodical. How could the man piss him off so much and yet he still wanted him so badly? “Then you’ll owe me a new one,” Ianto whispered into his ear,  panting slightly when his hips were grabbed. “Things that would numb your tongue, make your tongue bleed, make you see hallucinations. You think I don’t have the means to shut you up? I don’t think a means is why people don’t shut you up, Jim,” he said huskily, using the man’s first name for the first time tonight. “Its for fear of ending up a mantel on your wall.”

[thisjimisdead]

“You’re the one who threw it.” Jim argued, but with nothing behind it. He personally didn’t give a damn about the remote. He brushed a hand between the and down Ianto’s chest to the belt of his pants, his fingers dancing over it lightly, hoping he was teasing the man. “That’s actually some of the more imaginative offers I’ve ever gotten.” Jim mused. “But not what I was talking about.” He giggled.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“And you’re the one who started this,” Ianto countered, but honestly the remote had already slipped away from his mind as Jim’s fingers danced down his chest and against his belt. “Well, then you’ll have be more specific. Despite all the tech we have here, I’m not a mind reader. You got  me to beg last time. I want to find out what Jim Moriarty sounds like when he begs,” Ianto murmured, pulling Jim’s hands away and letting his own find Jim’s belt.

[thisjimisdead]

“I was talking about shutting me up in a very different way.” He smirked. Jim narrowed his eyes, but didn’t push Ianto’s hands away. “Sorry Dear. I’m afraid no one knows what that sounds like.” Miss Adler had an idea, sure, but he’d never full on begged her for anything yet. “I don’t beg.” He shrugged.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto arched a brow ever so slightly, his lips quirking just a bit before his face took on an innocent expression. As if Ianto was still innocent after everything with Jack…”Well I don’t know, Jim dear, I’m not sure I understand what you mean. Hmph, you’re the one who’s always saying things are boring. That, Mr. Moriarty, is downright dull and predictable.”

[thisjimisdead]

“I wonder, exactly,” Jim started, a smile playing on his lips. “How exactly do you plan to go about and make me beg?” Jim rolled his hips again on that last word, clenching his jaw and letting out a soft hum. This was fun, really. Twisting people like this, forcing their darker colours to spill over the lighter ones.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“You’re only flesh and blood, despite all your eloquent speeches. Beside, I don’t care if you actually beg. It’s all part of the game, isn’t it? I thought you liked games,” Ianto retorted in a sweet voice, rounding his vowels to emphasize his accent. He undid the other man’s belt but stopped there, his brow arched

[thisjimisdead]

“Oh, no. I’m much more than that.” Jim giggled. He rolled his eyes when Ianto stopped and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Dull.” He purred, before palming Iatno slowly. “I can do the rest myself…” He grinned.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“If I’m dull you’re predictable,” Ianto said, mocking Jim’s actions by leaning over to whisper in his ear. “But I’m not. You wouldn’t bother with me if I was. You said it yourself, you like me.” He pried Jim’s hand away and then ground his hips against Jim’s again, his own fingers returning to yank the zipper down. “You could do it yourself, yes. But you have a young Welsh man in between your legs, and doing it yourself seems rather a waste doesn’t it.”

[thisjimisdead]

“Good god, I’ve created a monster.” Jim said sarcastically. He was tempted to show Ianto how unpredictable he could be, but then again he did have to keep Iatno slightly in the dark… Jim grinded back against Ianto and let his head fall back. “You’re my age, Mr. Jones.” Jim corrected. “Though the rest is rather true.” He grinned.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“No, no, Mr. Moriarty, we’re Torchwood, we deal with the monsters.Come now, get your facts straight.” And just because he knew it was the one thing that he could do to make Jim lose the tiniest bit of control, his hands ran through Jim’s hair again. “You see, I might not be good for much, but my coffee and my perception are both spot on. And my perception is that you wouldn’t mind so terribly if I did this,” he yanked Jim’s trousers leaving them just barely on his hips, and his hand slipped into the…silk?…why was Ianto surprised by that? The silk boxers and squeezed. “Seems like flesh and blood to me.”

[thisjimisdead]

Jim's eyes flutter closed, and he reminded himself that he liked his hair, and didn't really want to cut it all off in order to avoid these sorts of moments where he couldn't resist. Jim hummed in agreement to Ianto, pulling him closer by his shirt collar. "No, I don't mind at all. But if it were just flesh and blood..." Jim licked Ianto's earlobe and breathed into the shell of his ear softly. "Would you even be here?"

[thisjimisdead]

Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive for some reason. Did James Moriarty wear some kind of special lipgloss,or was Ianto  really that hopeless? He really hoped it was the first of those options. “I would have taken you to be a patient man, Mr. Moriarty,” he breathed, before he attacked Jim’s mouth with his own, the dark blinding him to all but the sensation of another persons lips against his.

Jim growled into the kiss, more tongue and teeth than lips, noting how different Ianto was compared to the first time they had met. Jim arched his back and rolled his hips forward as he chuckled and pulled away from the kiss with a bite, almost taking Ianto’s bottom lip with him. “You would’ve been wrong.”

Ianto groaned against Jim’s mouth, his mouth throbbing with pain and pleasure.His breath hitched as Jim’s hips rocked against his and despite the fact that he was bigger than Jim, he felt himself being pushed backwards slightly from the force of Jim’s kisses. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Jim laughed honestly, and let himself fall back against the wall, pulling Ianto in closer with him. “I’m surprised you can see at all.” Jim said with a lilt, slowly sliding his hands up Ianto’s shirt and scratched down lightly. “Getting night vision already? You do evolve quickly.”

Ianto let himself be pulled back, one hand falling against the wall to brace himself so he didn’t squish the smaller Irish man underneath him. He hissed a bit too loudly, his back arching.”You always have a come back, don’t you?” Ianto said, raking a hand through Jim’s oddly soft locks of hair. “How the hell do you get under my skin so easily?” he demanded.

Jim leaned his head into Ianto’s hand, mostly involuntarily. Damn hair. He yanked his head away and tried to glare, falling short in the pitch black. “Thank you.” He smiled, taking the compliment where it wasn’t given. “As far as the skin goes,” He purred, whispering in Ianto’s ear. “I’d like to think I’m just your poison.”

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Get Sherlock: Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive…

“You always pull away when I do that. Why Mr. Moriarty, do you have a thing for people touching your hair?” Ianto asked with a smirk, raking his fingers through it again. “If you’re poison, why then do you taste so good?” Ianto growled, his mouth roughly enveloping Jim’s in another kiss.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim’s growl caught in his throat, and he narrowed his eyes. “You tell anyone, I’ll have your hands on display in my summer home.” Jim sighed happily, not resisting the tug of fingers through his hair again. Jim kissed back hungrily, almost pushing Ianto’s face to the side as he bit down on Ianto’s neck. Hard.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto smirked, nodding as he knew Jim would feel it even if he couldn’t see it. “You’d miss what my hands can do,” he said with little shame. Again, another skill it seemed of James Moriarty, to make Ianto lose his inhibitions. Ianto let out a noise that was most certaintly not a whimper, and yelped with little dignity.

[thisjimisdead]

“I’d still have your hands. At my summer home.” Jim growled into Ianto’s neck, licking a stripe up his pulse with a smile. “What I would miss as your accent. I rather enjoy your voice. Especially when you don’t have any words.”

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“They wouldn’t do much good without muscle attached to them,” Ianto said, but his voice was rather weak and the sarcasm didn’t quite have a bite to it.  He groaned, tilting his head as if to ask for more. “Oh, but you should hear what I can do with words to you when I use them in Welsh.”

[thisjimisdead]

Jim laughed softly in Ianto’s ear. “I’d find use for them.” He teased. Jim breathed hot on Ianto’s neck, not touching his skin for a moment as he teased. “Maybe another time.” Jim smirked.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“Oh, I’m sure you would,” Ianto mused, the thought of his hands tacked to a wall pushed from his mind by Jim’s breath on his neck. “Your loss,” Ianto said, tiliting his head even further, aware he looked far more like prey than predator and not really caring.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim raised and eyebrow and stepped away in the dark, silently waiting. The man was eager, sure. But not a hunter yet. Jim was tempted to just attack his neck, but making him angry was just too much fun.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto swore as he suddenly had nothing supporting him against the wall and fell rather spectacularly against it, his head knocking into the brick. He rubbed the already forming bruise with annoyance, turning around in the direction he thought Jim had gone. “Are we really still playing this?” he asked, the annoyance watered down by the fact that he was still breathless from the kisses.

[thisjimisdead]

“One thing you might want to know, Mr. Jones.” Jim grinned, running a finger along Ianto’s arm as he bit back a laugh from the sound of the man hitting his head, “Is that I’m always playing games.” Jim pressed the remote into Ianto’s hand. “Do you really want the lights on right now?” He purred.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto scowled at the laughter that still lingered in Jim’s voice despite the man’s efforts to hide it, jumping slightly when a single finger touched him. Ianto was surprised to suddenly feel the remote in his hand and he blinked a couple of times. Then he deliberately tossed the remote aside. “What I want,” he growled, “is for you to shut up.” He lashed his arm out and pulled Jim towards him, attacking Jim’s mouth again. “And if this doesn’t, there’s plenty of other things in this hub that will,” he said against Jim’s mouth.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim smiled as he was yanked forward, kissing Ianto back furiously. He wanted to comment on how well he did, turning Iatno almost like he was. Taking what he wanted, and not being so shy about it. Honestly, it really was an accomplishment Jim could use. “That’s going to break.” Jim teased, grabbing Ianto’s hips with his own and rolling against him in a gasp. “Things like what?” He panted.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto growled into the kiss, nipping at Jim’s lips and tongue, lust and annoyance making him care little about being slow and methodical. How could the man piss him off so much and yet he still wanted him so badly? “Then you’ll owe me a new one,” Ianto whispered into his ear,  panting slightly when his hips were grabbed. “Things that would numb your tongue, make your tongue bleed, make you see hallucinations. You think I don’t have the means to shut you up? I don’t think a means is why people don’t shut you up, Jim,” he said huskily, using the man’s first name for the first time tonight. “Its for fear of ending up a mantel on your wall.”

[thisjimisdead]

“You’re the one who threw it.” Jim argued, but with nothing behind it. He personally didn’t give a damn about the remote. He brushed a hand between the and down Ianto’s chest to the belt of his pants, his fingers dancing over it lightly, hoping he was teasing the man. “That’s actually some of the more imaginative offers I’ve ever gotten.” Jim mused. “But not what I was talking about.” He giggled.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“And you’re the one who started this,” Ianto countered, but honestly the remote had already slipped away from his mind as Jim’s fingers danced down his chest and against his belt. “Well, then you’ll have be more specific. Despite all the tech we have here, I’m not a mind reader. You got  me to beg last time. I want to find out what Jim Moriarty sounds like when he begs,” Ianto murmured, pulling Jim’s hands away and letting his own find Jim’s belt.

[thisjimisdead]

“I was talking about shutting me up in a very different way.” He smirked. Jim narrowed his eyes, but didn’t push Ianto’s hands away. “Sorry Dear. I’m afraid no one knows what that sounds like.” Miss Adler had an idea, sure, but he’d never full on begged her for anything yet. “I don’t beg.” He shrugged.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto arched a brow ever so slightly, his lips quirking just a bit before his face took on an innocent expression. As if Ianto was still innocent after everything with Jack…”Well I don’t know, Jim dear, I’m not sure I understand what you mean. Hmph, you’re the one who’s always saying things are boring. That, Mr. Moriarty, is downright dull and predictable.”

[thisjimisdead]

“I wonder, exactly,” Jim started, a smile playing on his lips. “How exactly do you plan to go about and make me beg?” Jim rolled his hips again on that last word, clenching his jaw and letting out a soft hum. This was fun, really. Twisting people like this, forcing their darker colours to spill over the lighter ones.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“You’re only flesh and blood, despite all your eloquent speeches. Beside, I don’t care if you actually beg. It’s all part of the game, isn’t it? I thought you liked games,” Ianto retorted in a sweet voice, rounding his vowels to emphasize his accent. He undid the other man’s belt but stopped there, his brow arched

[thisjimisdead]

“Oh, no. I’m much more than that.” Jim giggled. He rolled his eyes when Ianto stopped and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Dull.” He purred, before palming Iatno slowly. “I can do the rest myself…” He grinned.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“If I’m dull you’re predictable,” Ianto said, mocking Jim’s actions by leaning over to whisper in his ear. “But I’m not. You wouldn’t bother with me if I was. You said it yourself, you like me.” He pried Jim’s hand away and then ground his hips against Jim’s again, his own fingers returning to yank the zipper down. “You could do it yourself, yes. But you have a young Welsh man in between your legs, and doing it yourself seems rather a waste doesn’t it.”

[thisjimisdead]

"Good god, I've created a monster." Jim said sarcastically. He was tempted to show Ianto how unpredictable he could be, but then again he did have to keep Iatno slightly in the dark... Jim grinded back against Ianto and let his head fall back. "You're my age, Mr. Jones." Jim corrected. "Though the rest is rather true." He grinned.

[thisjimisdead]

Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive for some reason. Did James Moriarty wear some kind of special lipgloss,or was Ianto  really that hopeless? He really hoped it was the first of those options. “I would have taken you to be a patient man, Mr. Moriarty,” he breathed, before he attacked Jim’s mouth with his own, the dark blinding him to all but the sensation of another persons lips against his.

Jim growled into the kiss, more tongue and teeth than lips, noting how different Ianto was compared to the first time they had met. Jim arched his back and rolled his hips forward as he chuckled and pulled away from the kiss with a bite, almost taking Ianto’s bottom lip with him. “You would’ve been wrong.”

Ianto groaned against Jim’s mouth, his mouth throbbing with pain and pleasure.His breath hitched as Jim’s hips rocked against his and despite the fact that he was bigger than Jim, he felt himself being pushed backwards slightly from the force of Jim’s kisses. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Jim laughed honestly, and let himself fall back against the wall, pulling Ianto in closer with him. “I’m surprised you can see at all.” Jim said with a lilt, slowly sliding his hands up Ianto’s shirt and scratched down lightly. “Getting night vision already? You do evolve quickly.”

Ianto let himself be pulled back, one hand falling against the wall to brace himself so he didn’t squish the smaller Irish man underneath him. He hissed a bit too loudly, his back arching.”You always have a come back, don’t you?” Ianto said, raking a hand through Jim’s oddly soft locks of hair. “How the hell do you get under my skin so easily?” he demanded.

Jim leaned his head into Ianto’s hand, mostly involuntarily. Damn hair. He yanked his head away and tried to glare, falling short in the pitch black. “Thank you.” He smiled, taking the compliment where it wasn’t given. “As far as the skin goes,” He purred, whispering in Ianto’s ear. “I’d like to think I’m just your poison.”

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Get Sherlock: Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive…

“You always pull away when I do that. Why Mr. Moriarty, do you have a thing for people touching your hair?” Ianto asked with a smirk, raking his fingers through it again. “If you’re poison, why then do you taste so good?” Ianto growled, his mouth roughly enveloping Jim’s in another kiss.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim’s growl caught in his throat, and he narrowed his eyes. “You tell anyone, I’ll have your hands on display in my summer home.” Jim sighed happily, not resisting the tug of fingers through his hair again. Jim kissed back hungrily, almost pushing Ianto’s face to the side as he bit down on Ianto’s neck. Hard.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto smirked, nodding as he knew Jim would feel it even if he couldn’t see it. “You’d miss what my hands can do,” he said with little shame. Again, another skill it seemed of James Moriarty, to make Ianto lose his inhibitions. Ianto let out a noise that was most certaintly not a whimper, and yelped with little dignity.

[thisjimisdead]

“I’d still have your hands. At my summer home.” Jim growled into Ianto’s neck, licking a stripe up his pulse with a smile. “What I would miss as your accent. I rather enjoy your voice. Especially when you don’t have any words.”

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“They wouldn’t do much good without muscle attached to them,” Ianto said, but his voice was rather weak and the sarcasm didn’t quite have a bite to it.  He groaned, tilting his head as if to ask for more. “Oh, but you should hear what I can do with words to you when I use them in Welsh.”

[thisjimisdead]

Jim laughed softly in Ianto’s ear. “I’d find use for them.” He teased. Jim breathed hot on Ianto’s neck, not touching his skin for a moment as he teased. “Maybe another time.” Jim smirked.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“Oh, I’m sure you would,” Ianto mused, the thought of his hands tacked to a wall pushed from his mind by Jim’s breath on his neck. “Your loss,” Ianto said, tiliting his head even further, aware he looked far more like prey than predator and not really caring.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim raised and eyebrow and stepped away in the dark, silently waiting. The man was eager, sure. But not a hunter yet. Jim was tempted to just attack his neck, but making him angry was just too much fun.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto swore as he suddenly had nothing supporting him against the wall and fell rather spectacularly against it, his head knocking into the brick. He rubbed the already forming bruise with annoyance, turning around in the direction he thought Jim had gone. “Are we really still playing this?” he asked, the annoyance watered down by the fact that he was still breathless from the kisses.

[thisjimisdead]

“One thing you might want to know, Mr. Jones.” Jim grinned, running a finger along Ianto’s arm as he bit back a laugh from the sound of the man hitting his head, “Is that I’m always playing games.” Jim pressed the remote into Ianto’s hand. “Do you really want the lights on right now?” He purred.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto scowled at the laughter that still lingered in Jim’s voice despite the man’s efforts to hide it, jumping slightly when a single finger touched him. Ianto was surprised to suddenly feel the remote in his hand and he blinked a couple of times. Then he deliberately tossed the remote aside. “What I want,” he growled, “is for you to shut up.” He lashed his arm out and pulled Jim towards him, attacking Jim’s mouth again. “And if this doesn’t, there’s plenty of other things in this hub that will,” he said against Jim’s mouth.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim smiled as he was yanked forward, kissing Ianto back furiously. He wanted to comment on how well he did, turning Iatno almost like he was. Taking what he wanted, and not being so shy about it. Honestly, it really was an accomplishment Jim could use. “That’s going to break.” Jim teased, grabbing Ianto’s hips with his own and rolling against him in a gasp. “Things like what?” He panted.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto growled into the kiss, nipping at Jim’s lips and tongue, lust and annoyance making him care little about being slow and methodical. How could the man piss him off so much and yet he still wanted him so badly? “Then you’ll owe me a new one,” Ianto whispered into his ear,  panting slightly when his hips were grabbed. “Things that would numb your tongue, make your tongue bleed, make you see hallucinations. You think I don’t have the means to shut you up? I don’t think a means is why people don’t shut you up, Jim,” he said huskily, using the man’s first name for the first time tonight. “Its for fear of ending up a mantel on your wall.”

[thisjimisdead]

“You’re the one who threw it.” Jim argued, but with nothing behind it. He personally didn’t give a damn about the remote. He brushed a hand between the and down Ianto’s chest to the belt of his pants, his fingers dancing over it lightly, hoping he was teasing the man. “That’s actually some of the more imaginative offers I’ve ever gotten.” Jim mused. “But not what I was talking about.” He giggled.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“And you’re the one who started this,” Ianto countered, but honestly the remote had already slipped away from his mind as Jim’s fingers danced down his chest and against his belt. “Well, then you’ll have be more specific. Despite all the tech we have here, I’m not a mind reader. You got  me to beg last time. I want to find out what Jim Moriarty sounds like when he begs,” Ianto murmured, pulling Jim’s hands away and letting his own find Jim’s belt.

[thisjimisdead]

“I was talking about shutting me up in a very different way.” He smirked. Jim narrowed his eyes, but didn’t push Ianto’s hands away. “Sorry Dear. I’m afraid no one knows what that sounds like.” Miss Adler had an idea, sure, but he’d never full on begged her for anything yet. “I don’t beg.” He shrugged.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto arched a brow ever so slightly, his lips quirking just a bit before his face took on an innocent expression. As if Ianto was still innocent after everything with Jack…”Well I don’t know, Jim dear, I’m not sure I understand what you mean. Hmph, you’re the one who’s always saying things are boring. That, Mr. Moriarty, is downright dull and predictable.”

[thisjimisdead]

“I wonder, exactly,” Jim started, a smile playing on his lips. “How exactly do you plan to go about and make me beg?” Jim rolled his hips again on that last word, clenching his jaw and letting out a soft hum. This was fun, really. Twisting people like this, forcing their darker colours to spill over the lighter ones.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“You’re only flesh and blood, despite all your eloquent speeches. Beside, I don’t care if you actually beg. It’s all part of the game, isn’t it? I thought you liked games,” Ianto retorted in a sweet voice, rounding his vowels to emphasize his accent. He undid the other man’s belt but stopped there, his brow arched

[thisjimisdead]

"Oh, no. I'm much more than that." Jim giggled. He rolled his eyes when Ianto stopped and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Dull." He purred, before palming Iatno slowly. "I can do the rest myself..." He grinned.

[thisjimisdead]

Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive for some reason. Did James Moriarty wear some kind of special lipgloss,or was Ianto  really that hopeless? He really hoped it was the first of those options. “I would have taken you to be a patient man, Mr. Moriarty,” he breathed, before he attacked Jim’s mouth with his own, the dark blinding him to all but the sensation of another persons lips against his.

Jim growled into the kiss, more tongue and teeth than lips, noting how different Ianto was compared to the first time they had met. Jim arched his back and rolled his hips forward as he chuckled and pulled away from the kiss with a bite, almost taking Ianto’s bottom lip with him. “You would’ve been wrong.”

Ianto groaned against Jim’s mouth, his mouth throbbing with pain and pleasure.His breath hitched as Jim’s hips rocked against his and despite the fact that he was bigger than Jim, he felt himself being pushed backwards slightly from the force of Jim’s kisses. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Jim laughed honestly, and let himself fall back against the wall, pulling Ianto in closer with him. “I’m surprised you can see at all.” Jim said with a lilt, slowly sliding his hands up Ianto’s shirt and scratched down lightly. “Getting night vision already? You do evolve quickly.”

Ianto let himself be pulled back, one hand falling against the wall to brace himself so he didn’t squish the smaller Irish man underneath him. He hissed a bit too loudly, his back arching.”You always have a come back, don’t you?” Ianto said, raking a hand through Jim’s oddly soft locks of hair. “How the hell do you get under my skin so easily?” he demanded.

Jim leaned his head into Ianto’s hand, mostly involuntarily. Damn hair. He yanked his head away and tried to glare, falling short in the pitch black. “Thank you.” He smiled, taking the compliment where it wasn’t given. “As far as the skin goes,” He purred, whispering in Ianto’s ear. “I’d like to think I’m just your poison.”

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Get Sherlock: Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive…

“You always pull away when I do that. Why Mr. Moriarty, do you have a thing for people touching your hair?” Ianto asked with a smirk, raking his fingers through it again. “If you’re poison, why then do you taste so good?” Ianto growled, his mouth roughly enveloping Jim’s in another kiss.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim’s growl caught in his throat, and he narrowed his eyes. “You tell anyone, I’ll have your hands on display in my summer home.” Jim sighed happily, not resisting the tug of fingers through his hair again. Jim kissed back hungrily, almost pushing Ianto’s face to the side as he bit down on Ianto’s neck. Hard.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto smirked, nodding as he knew Jim would feel it even if he couldn’t see it. “You’d miss what my hands can do,” he said with little shame. Again, another skill it seemed of James Moriarty, to make Ianto lose his inhibitions. Ianto let out a noise that was most certaintly not a whimper, and yelped with little dignity.

[thisjimisdead]

“I’d still have your hands. At my summer home.” Jim growled into Ianto’s neck, licking a stripe up his pulse with a smile. “What I would miss as your accent. I rather enjoy your voice. Especially when you don’t have any words.”

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“They wouldn’t do much good without muscle attached to them,” Ianto said, but his voice was rather weak and the sarcasm didn’t quite have a bite to it.  He groaned, tilting his head as if to ask for more. “Oh, but you should hear what I can do with words to you when I use them in Welsh.”

[thisjimisdead]

Jim laughed softly in Ianto’s ear. “I’d find use for them.” He teased. Jim breathed hot on Ianto’s neck, not touching his skin for a moment as he teased. “Maybe another time.” Jim smirked.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“Oh, I’m sure you would,” Ianto mused, the thought of his hands tacked to a wall pushed from his mind by Jim’s breath on his neck. “Your loss,” Ianto said, tiliting his head even further, aware he looked far more like prey than predator and not really caring.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim raised and eyebrow and stepped away in the dark, silently waiting. The man was eager, sure. But not a hunter yet. Jim was tempted to just attack his neck, but making him angry was just too much fun.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto swore as he suddenly had nothing supporting him against the wall and fell rather spectacularly against it, his head knocking into the brick. He rubbed the already forming bruise with annoyance, turning around in the direction he thought Jim had gone. “Are we really still playing this?” he asked, the annoyance watered down by the fact that he was still breathless from the kisses.

[thisjimisdead]

“One thing you might want to know, Mr. Jones.” Jim grinned, running a finger along Ianto’s arm as he bit back a laugh from the sound of the man hitting his head, “Is that I’m always playing games.” Jim pressed the remote into Ianto’s hand. “Do you really want the lights on right now?” He purred.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto scowled at the laughter that still lingered in Jim’s voice despite the man’s efforts to hide it, jumping slightly when a single finger touched him. Ianto was surprised to suddenly feel the remote in his hand and he blinked a couple of times. Then he deliberately tossed the remote aside. “What I want,” he growled, “is for you to shut up.” He lashed his arm out and pulled Jim towards him, attacking Jim’s mouth again. “And if this doesn’t, there’s plenty of other things in this hub that will,” he said against Jim’s mouth.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim smiled as he was yanked forward, kissing Ianto back furiously. He wanted to comment on how well he did, turning Iatno almost like he was. Taking what he wanted, and not being so shy about it. Honestly, it really was an accomplishment Jim could use. “That’s going to break.” Jim teased, grabbing Ianto’s hips with his own and rolling against him in a gasp. “Things like what?” He panted.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto growled into the kiss, nipping at Jim’s lips and tongue, lust and annoyance making him care little about being slow and methodical. How could the man piss him off so much and yet he still wanted him so badly? “Then you’ll owe me a new one,” Ianto whispered into his ear,  panting slightly when his hips were grabbed. “Things that would numb your tongue, make your tongue bleed, make you see hallucinations. You think I don’t have the means to shut you up? I don’t think a means is why people don’t shut you up, Jim,” he said huskily, using the man’s first name for the first time tonight. “Its for fear of ending up a mantel on your wall.”

[thisjimisdead]

“You’re the one who threw it.” Jim argued, but with nothing behind it. He personally didn’t give a damn about the remote. He brushed a hand between the and down Ianto’s chest to the belt of his pants, his fingers dancing over it lightly, hoping he was teasing the man. “That’s actually some of the more imaginative offers I’ve ever gotten.” Jim mused. “But not what I was talking about.” He giggled.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“And you’re the one who started this,” Ianto countered, but honestly the remote had already slipped away from his mind as Jim’s fingers danced down his chest and against his belt. “Well, then you’ll have be more specific. Despite all the tech we have here, I’m not a mind reader. You got  me to beg last time. I want to find out what Jim Moriarty sounds like when he begs,” Ianto murmured, pulling Jim’s hands away and letting his own find Jim’s belt.

[thisjimisdead]

“I was talking about shutting me up in a very different way.” He smirked. Jim narrowed his eyes, but didn’t push Ianto’s hands away. “Sorry Dear. I’m afraid no one knows what that sounds like.” Miss Adler had an idea, sure, but he’d never full on begged her for anything yet. “I don’t beg.” He shrugged.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto arched a brow ever so slightly, his lips quirking just a bit before his face took on an innocent expression. As if Ianto was still innocent after everything with Jack…”Well I don’t know, Jim dear, I’m not sure I understand what you mean. Hmph, you’re the one who’s always saying things are boring. That, Mr. Moriarty, is downright dull and predictable.”

[thisjimisdead]

"I wonder, exactly," Jim started, a smile playing on his lips. "How exactly do you plan to go about and make me beg?" Jim rolled his hips again on that last word, clenching his jaw and letting out a soft hum. This was fun, really. Twisting people like this, forcing their darker colours to spill over the lighter ones.

[thisjimisdead]

Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive for some reason. Did James Moriarty wear some kind of special lipgloss,or was Ianto  really that hopeless? He really hoped it was the first of those options. “I would have taken you to be a patient man, Mr. Moriarty,” he breathed, before he attacked Jim’s mouth with his own, the dark blinding him to all but the sensation of another persons lips against his.

Jim growled into the kiss, more tongue and teeth than lips, noting how different Ianto was compared to the first time they had met. Jim arched his back and rolled his hips forward as he chuckled and pulled away from the kiss with a bite, almost taking Ianto’s bottom lip with him. “You would’ve been wrong.”

Ianto groaned against Jim’s mouth, his mouth throbbing with pain and pleasure.His breath hitched as Jim’s hips rocked against his and despite the fact that he was bigger than Jim, he felt himself being pushed backwards slightly from the force of Jim’s kisses. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Jim laughed honestly, and let himself fall back against the wall, pulling Ianto in closer with him. “I’m surprised you can see at all.” Jim said with a lilt, slowly sliding his hands up Ianto’s shirt and scratched down lightly. “Getting night vision already? You do evolve quickly.”

Ianto let himself be pulled back, one hand falling against the wall to brace himself so he didn’t squish the smaller Irish man underneath him. He hissed a bit too loudly, his back arching.”You always have a come back, don’t you?” Ianto said, raking a hand through Jim’s oddly soft locks of hair. “How the hell do you get under my skin so easily?” he demanded.

Jim leaned his head into Ianto’s hand, mostly involuntarily. Damn hair. He yanked his head away and tried to glare, falling short in the pitch black. “Thank you.” He smiled, taking the compliment where it wasn’t given. “As far as the skin goes,” He purred, whispering in Ianto’s ear. “I’d like to think I’m just your poison.”

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Get Sherlock: Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive…

“You always pull away when I do that. Why Mr. Moriarty, do you have a thing for people touching your hair?” Ianto asked with a smirk, raking his fingers through it again. “If you’re poison, why then do you taste so good?” Ianto growled, his mouth roughly enveloping Jim’s in another kiss.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim’s growl caught in his throat, and he narrowed his eyes. “You tell anyone, I’ll have your hands on display in my summer home.” Jim sighed happily, not resisting the tug of fingers through his hair again. Jim kissed back hungrily, almost pushing Ianto’s face to the side as he bit down on Ianto’s neck. Hard.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto smirked, nodding as he knew Jim would feel it even if he couldn’t see it. “You’d miss what my hands can do,” he said with little shame. Again, another skill it seemed of James Moriarty, to make Ianto lose his inhibitions. Ianto let out a noise that was most certaintly not a whimper, and yelped with little dignity.

[thisjimisdead]

“I’d still have your hands. At my summer home.” Jim growled into Ianto’s neck, licking a stripe up his pulse with a smile. “What I would miss as your accent. I rather enjoy your voice. Especially when you don’t have any words.”

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“They wouldn’t do much good without muscle attached to them,” Ianto said, but his voice was rather weak and the sarcasm didn’t quite have a bite to it.  He groaned, tilting his head as if to ask for more. “Oh, but you should hear what I can do with words to you when I use them in Welsh.”

[thisjimisdead]

Jim laughed softly in Ianto’s ear. “I’d find use for them.” He teased. Jim breathed hot on Ianto’s neck, not touching his skin for a moment as he teased. “Maybe another time.” Jim smirked.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“Oh, I’m sure you would,” Ianto mused, the thought of his hands tacked to a wall pushed from his mind by Jim’s breath on his neck. “Your loss,” Ianto said, tiliting his head even further, aware he looked far more like prey than predator and not really caring.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim raised and eyebrow and stepped away in the dark, silently waiting. The man was eager, sure. But not a hunter yet. Jim was tempted to just attack his neck, but making him angry was just too much fun.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto swore as he suddenly had nothing supporting him against the wall and fell rather spectacularly against it, his head knocking into the brick. He rubbed the already forming bruise with annoyance, turning around in the direction he thought Jim had gone. “Are we really still playing this?” he asked, the annoyance watered down by the fact that he was still breathless from the kisses.

[thisjimisdead]

“One thing you might want to know, Mr. Jones.” Jim grinned, running a finger along Ianto’s arm as he bit back a laugh from the sound of the man hitting his head, “Is that I’m always playing games.” Jim pressed the remote into Ianto’s hand. “Do you really want the lights on right now?” He purred.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto scowled at the laughter that still lingered in Jim’s voice despite the man’s efforts to hide it, jumping slightly when a single finger touched him. Ianto was surprised to suddenly feel the remote in his hand and he blinked a couple of times. Then he deliberately tossed the remote aside. “What I want,” he growled, “is for you to shut up.” He lashed his arm out and pulled Jim towards him, attacking Jim’s mouth again. “And if this doesn’t, there’s plenty of other things in this hub that will,” he said against Jim’s mouth.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim smiled as he was yanked forward, kissing Ianto back furiously. He wanted to comment on how well he did, turning Iatno almost like he was. Taking what he wanted, and not being so shy about it. Honestly, it really was an accomplishment Jim could use. “That’s going to break.” Jim teased, grabbing Ianto’s hips with his own and rolling against him in a gasp. “Things like what?” He panted.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto growled into the kiss, nipping at Jim’s lips and tongue, lust and annoyance making him care little about being slow and methodical. How could the man piss him off so much and yet he still wanted him so badly? “Then you’ll owe me a new one,” Ianto whispered into his ear,  panting slightly when his hips were grabbed. “Things that would numb your tongue, make your tongue bleed, make you see hallucinations. You think I don’t have the means to shut you up? I don’t think a means is why people don’t shut you up, Jim,” he said huskily, using the man’s first name for the first time tonight. “Its for fear of ending up a mantel on your wall.”

[thisjimisdead]

“You’re the one who threw it.” Jim argued, but with nothing behind it. He personally didn’t give a damn about the remote. He brushed a hand between the and down Ianto’s chest to the belt of his pants, his fingers dancing over it lightly, hoping he was teasing the man. “That’s actually some of the more imaginative offers I’ve ever gotten.” Jim mused. “But not what I was talking about.” He giggled.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“And you’re the one who started this,” Ianto countered, but honestly the remote had already slipped away from his mind as Jim’s fingers danced down his chest and against his belt. “Well, then you’ll have be more specific. Despite all the tech we have here, I’m not a mind reader. You got  me to beg last time. I want to find out what Jim Moriarty sounds like when he begs,” Ianto murmured, pulling Jim’s hands away and letting his own find Jim’s belt.

[thisjimisdead]

"I was talking about shutting me up in a very different way." He smirked. Jim narrowed his eyes, but didn't push Ianto's hands away. "Sorry Dear. I'm afraid no one knows what that sounds like." Miss Adler had an idea, sure, but he'd never full on begged her for anything yet. "I don't beg." He shrugged.

[thisjimisdead]

Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive for some reason. Did James Moriarty wear some kind of special lipgloss,or was Ianto  really that hopeless? He really hoped it was the first of those options. “I would have taken you to be a patient man, Mr. Moriarty,” he breathed, before he attacked Jim’s mouth with his own, the dark blinding him to all but the sensation of another persons lips against his.

Jim growled into the kiss, more tongue and teeth than lips, noting how different Ianto was compared to the first time they had met. Jim arched his back and rolled his hips forward as he chuckled and pulled away from the kiss with a bite, almost taking Ianto’s bottom lip with him. “You would’ve been wrong.”

Ianto groaned against Jim’s mouth, his mouth throbbing with pain and pleasure.His breath hitched as Jim’s hips rocked against his and despite the fact that he was bigger than Jim, he felt himself being pushed backwards slightly from the force of Jim’s kisses. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Jim laughed honestly, and let himself fall back against the wall, pulling Ianto in closer with him. “I’m surprised you can see at all.” Jim said with a lilt, slowly sliding his hands up Ianto’s shirt and scratched down lightly. “Getting night vision already? You do evolve quickly.”

Ianto let himself be pulled back, one hand falling against the wall to brace himself so he didn’t squish the smaller Irish man underneath him. He hissed a bit too loudly, his back arching.”You always have a come back, don’t you?” Ianto said, raking a hand through Jim’s oddly soft locks of hair. “How the hell do you get under my skin so easily?” he demanded.

Jim leaned his head into Ianto’s hand, mostly involuntarily. Damn hair. He yanked his head away and tried to glare, falling short in the pitch black. “Thank you.” He smiled, taking the compliment where it wasn’t given. “As far as the skin goes,” He purred, whispering in Ianto’s ear. “I’d like to think I’m just your poison.”

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Get Sherlock: Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive…

“You always pull away when I do that. Why Mr. Moriarty, do you have a thing for people touching your hair?” Ianto asked with a smirk, raking his fingers through it again. “If you’re poison, why then do you taste so good?” Ianto growled, his mouth roughly enveloping Jim’s in another kiss.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim’s growl caught in his throat, and he narrowed his eyes. “You tell anyone, I’ll have your hands on display in my summer home.” Jim sighed happily, not resisting the tug of fingers through his hair again. Jim kissed back hungrily, almost pushing Ianto’s face to the side as he bit down on Ianto’s neck. Hard.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto smirked, nodding as he knew Jim would feel it even if he couldn’t see it. “You’d miss what my hands can do,” he said with little shame. Again, another skill it seemed of James Moriarty, to make Ianto lose his inhibitions. Ianto let out a noise that was most certaintly not a whimper, and yelped with little dignity.

[thisjimisdead]

“I’d still have your hands. At my summer home.” Jim growled into Ianto’s neck, licking a stripe up his pulse with a smile. “What I would miss as your accent. I rather enjoy your voice. Especially when you don’t have any words.”

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“They wouldn’t do much good without muscle attached to them,” Ianto said, but his voice was rather weak and the sarcasm didn’t quite have a bite to it.  He groaned, tilting his head as if to ask for more. “Oh, but you should hear what I can do with words to you when I use them in Welsh.”

[thisjimisdead]

Jim laughed softly in Ianto’s ear. “I’d find use for them.” He teased. Jim breathed hot on Ianto’s neck, not touching his skin for a moment as he teased. “Maybe another time.” Jim smirked.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“Oh, I’m sure you would,” Ianto mused, the thought of his hands tacked to a wall pushed from his mind by Jim’s breath on his neck. “Your loss,” Ianto said, tiliting his head even further, aware he looked far more like prey than predator and not really caring.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim raised and eyebrow and stepped away in the dark, silently waiting. The man was eager, sure. But not a hunter yet. Jim was tempted to just attack his neck, but making him angry was just too much fun.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto swore as he suddenly had nothing supporting him against the wall and fell rather spectacularly against it, his head knocking into the brick. He rubbed the already forming bruise with annoyance, turning around in the direction he thought Jim had gone. “Are we really still playing this?” he asked, the annoyance watered down by the fact that he was still breathless from the kisses.

[thisjimisdead]

“One thing you might want to know, Mr. Jones.” Jim grinned, running a finger along Ianto’s arm as he bit back a laugh from the sound of the man hitting his head, “Is that I’m always playing games.” Jim pressed the remote into Ianto’s hand. “Do you really want the lights on right now?” He purred.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto scowled at the laughter that still lingered in Jim’s voice despite the man’s efforts to hide it, jumping slightly when a single finger touched him. Ianto was surprised to suddenly feel the remote in his hand and he blinked a couple of times. Then he deliberately tossed the remote aside. “What I want,” he growled, “is for you to shut up.” He lashed his arm out and pulled Jim towards him, attacking Jim’s mouth again. “And if this doesn’t, there’s plenty of other things in this hub that will,” he said against Jim’s mouth.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim smiled as he was yanked forward, kissing Ianto back furiously. He wanted to comment on how well he did, turning Iatno almost like he was. Taking what he wanted, and not being so shy about it. Honestly, it really was an accomplishment Jim could use. “That’s going to break.” Jim teased, grabbing Ianto’s hips with his own and rolling against him in a gasp. “Things like what?” He panted.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto growled into the kiss, nipping at Jim’s lips and tongue, lust and annoyance making him care little about being slow and methodical. How could the man piss him off so much and yet he still wanted him so badly? “Then you’ll owe me a new one,” Ianto whispered into his ear,  panting slightly when his hips were grabbed. “Things that would numb your tongue, make your tongue bleed, make you see hallucinations. You think I don’t have the means to shut you up? I don’t think a means is why people don’t shut you up, Jim,” he said huskily, using the man’s first name for the first time tonight. “Its for fear of ending up a mantel on your wall.”

[thisjimisdead]

"You're the one who threw it." Jim argued, but with nothing behind it. He personally didn't give a damn about the remote. He brushed a hand between the and down Ianto's chest to the belt of his pants, his fingers dancing over it lightly, hoping he was teasing the man. "That's actually some of the more imaginative offers I've ever gotten." Jim mused. "But not what I was talking about." He giggled.

[thisjimisdead]

Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive for some reason. Did James Moriarty wear some kind of special lipgloss,or was Ianto  really that hopeless? He really hoped it was the first of those options. “I would have taken you to be a patient man, Mr. Moriarty,” he breathed, before he attacked Jim’s mouth with his own, the dark blinding him to all but the sensation of another persons lips against his.

Jim growled into the kiss, more tongue and teeth than lips, noting how different Ianto was compared to the first time they had met. Jim arched his back and rolled his hips forward as he chuckled and pulled away from the kiss with a bite, almost taking Ianto’s bottom lip with him. “You would’ve been wrong.”

Ianto groaned against Jim’s mouth, his mouth throbbing with pain and pleasure.His breath hitched as Jim’s hips rocked against his and despite the fact that he was bigger than Jim, he felt himself being pushed backwards slightly from the force of Jim’s kisses. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Jim laughed honestly, and let himself fall back against the wall, pulling Ianto in closer with him. “I’m surprised you can see at all.” Jim said with a lilt, slowly sliding his hands up Ianto’s shirt and scratched down lightly. “Getting night vision already? You do evolve quickly.”

Ianto let himself be pulled back, one hand falling against the wall to brace himself so he didn’t squish the smaller Irish man underneath him. He hissed a bit too loudly, his back arching.”You always have a come back, don’t you?” Ianto said, raking a hand through Jim’s oddly soft locks of hair. “How the hell do you get under my skin so easily?” he demanded.

Jim leaned his head into Ianto’s hand, mostly involuntarily. Damn hair. He yanked his head away and tried to glare, falling short in the pitch black. “Thank you.” He smiled, taking the compliment where it wasn’t given. “As far as the skin goes,” He purred, whispering in Ianto’s ear. “I’d like to think I’m just your poison.”

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Get Sherlock: Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive…

“You always pull away when I do that. Why Mr. Moriarty, do you have a thing for people touching your hair?” Ianto asked with a smirk, raking his fingers through it again. “If you’re poison, why then do you taste so good?” Ianto growled, his mouth roughly enveloping Jim’s in another kiss.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim’s growl caught in his throat, and he narrowed his eyes. “You tell anyone, I’ll have your hands on display in my summer home.” Jim sighed happily, not resisting the tug of fingers through his hair again. Jim kissed back hungrily, almost pushing Ianto’s face to the side as he bit down on Ianto’s neck. Hard.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto smirked, nodding as he knew Jim would feel it even if he couldn’t see it. “You’d miss what my hands can do,” he said with little shame. Again, another skill it seemed of James Moriarty, to make Ianto lose his inhibitions. Ianto let out a noise that was most certaintly not a whimper, and yelped with little dignity.

[thisjimisdead]

“I’d still have your hands. At my summer home.” Jim growled into Ianto’s neck, licking a stripe up his pulse with a smile. “What I would miss as your accent. I rather enjoy your voice. Especially when you don’t have any words.”

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“They wouldn’t do much good without muscle attached to them,” Ianto said, but his voice was rather weak and the sarcasm didn’t quite have a bite to it.  He groaned, tilting his head as if to ask for more. “Oh, but you should hear what I can do with words to you when I use them in Welsh.”

[thisjimisdead]

Jim laughed softly in Ianto’s ear. “I’d find use for them.” He teased. Jim breathed hot on Ianto’s neck, not touching his skin for a moment as he teased. “Maybe another time.” Jim smirked.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

“Oh, I’m sure you would,” Ianto mused, the thought of his hands tacked to a wall pushed from his mind by Jim’s breath on his neck. “Your loss,” Ianto said, tiliting his head even further, aware he looked far more like prey than predator and not really caring.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim raised and eyebrow and stepped away in the dark, silently waiting. The man was eager, sure. But not a hunter yet. Jim was tempted to just attack his neck, but making him angry was just too much fun.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto swore as he suddenly had nothing supporting him against the wall and fell rather spectacularly against it, his head knocking into the brick. He rubbed the already forming bruise with annoyance, turning around in the direction he thought Jim had gone. “Are we really still playing this?” he asked, the annoyance watered down by the fact that he was still breathless from the kisses.

[thisjimisdead]

“One thing you might want to know, Mr. Jones.” Jim grinned, running a finger along Ianto’s arm as he bit back a laugh from the sound of the man hitting his head, “Is that I’m always playing games.” Jim pressed the remote into Ianto’s hand. “Do you really want the lights on right now?” He purred.

[astarwhichfellfromthesky-deacti]

Ianto scowled at the laughter that still lingered in Jim’s voice despite the man’s efforts to hide it, jumping slightly when a single finger touched him. Ianto was surprised to suddenly feel the remote in his hand and he blinked a couple of times. Then he deliberately tossed the remote aside. “What I want,” he growled, “is for you to shut up.” He lashed his arm out and pulled Jim towards him, attacking Jim’s mouth again. “And if this doesn’t, there’s plenty of other things in this hub that will,” he said against Jim’s mouth.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim smiled as he was yanked forward, kissing Ianto back furiously. He wanted to comment on how well he did, turning Iatno almost like he was. Taking what he wanted, and not being so shy about it. Honestly, it really was an accomplishment Jim could use. "That's going to break." Jim teased, grabbing Ianto's hips with his own and rolling against him in a gasp. "Things like what?" He panted.

[thisjimisdead]

Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive for some reason. Did James Moriarty wear some kind of special lipgloss,or was Ianto  really that hopeless? He really hoped it was the first of those options. “I would have taken you to be a patient man, Mr. Moriarty,” he breathed, before he attacked Jim’s mouth with his own, the dark blinding him to all but the sensation of another persons lips against his.

Jim growled into the kiss, more tongue and teeth than lips, noting how different Ianto was compared to the first time they had met. Jim arched his back and rolled his hips forward as he chuckled and pulled away from the kiss with a bite, almost taking Ianto’s bottom lip with him. “You would’ve been wrong.”

Ianto groaned against Jim’s mouth, his mouth throbbing with pain and pleasure.His breath hitched as Jim’s hips rocked against his and despite the fact that he was bigger than Jim, he felt himself being pushed backwards slightly from the force of Jim’s kisses. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Jim laughed honestly, and let himself fall back against the wall, pulling Ianto in closer with him. “I’m surprised you can see at all.” Jim said with a lilt, slowly sliding his hands up Ianto’s shirt and scratched down lightly. “Getting night vision already? You do evolve quickly.”

Ianto let himself be pulled back, one hand falling against the wall to brace himself so he didn’t squish the smaller Irish man underneath him. He hissed a bit too loudly, his back arching.”You always have a come back, don’t you?” Ianto said, raking a hand through Jim’s oddly soft locks of hair. “How the hell do you get under my skin so easily?” he demanded.

Jim leaned his head into Ianto’s hand, mostly involuntarily. Damn hair. He yanked his head away and tried to glare, falling short in the pitch black. “Thank you.” He smiled, taking the compliment where it wasn’t given. “As far as the skin goes,” He purred, whispering in Ianto’s ear. “I’d like to think I’m just your poison.”

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Get Sherlock: Ianto hissed as Jim teased him, his skin still so god damn sensitive…

“You always pull away when I do that. Why Mr. Moriarty, do you have a thing for people touching your hair?” Ianto asked with a smirk, raking his fingers through it again. “If you’re poison, why then do you taste so good?” Ianto growled, his mouth roughly enveloping Jim’s in another kiss.

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Jim’s growl caught in his throat, and he narrowed his eyes. “You tell anyone, I’ll have your hands on display in my summer home.” Jim sighed happily, not resisting the tug of fingers through his hair again. Jim kissed back hungrily, almost pushing Ianto’s face to the side as he bit down on Ianto’s neck. Hard.

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Ianto smirked, nodding as he knew Jim would feel it even if he couldn’t see it. “You’d miss what my hands can do,” he said with little shame. Again, another skill it seemed of James Moriarty, to make Ianto lose his inhibitions. Ianto let out a noise that was most certaintly not a whimper, and yelped with little dignity.

[thisjimisdead]

“I’d still have your hands. At my summer home.” Jim growled into Ianto’s neck, licking a stripe up his pulse with a smile. “What I would miss as your accent. I rather enjoy your voice. Especially when you don’t have any words.”

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“They wouldn’t do much good without muscle attached to them,” Ianto said, but his voice was rather weak and the sarcasm didn’t quite have a bite to it.  He groaned, tilting his head as if to ask for more. “Oh, but you should hear what I can do with words to you when I use them in Welsh.”

[thisjimisdead]

Jim laughed softly in Ianto’s ear. “I’d find use for them.” He teased. Jim breathed hot on Ianto’s neck, not touching his skin for a moment as he teased. “Maybe another time.” Jim smirked.

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“Oh, I’m sure you would,” Ianto mused, the thought of his hands tacked to a wall pushed from his mind by Jim’s breath on his neck. “Your loss,” Ianto said, tiliting his head even further, aware he looked far more like prey than predator and not really caring.

[thisjimisdead]

Jim raised and eyebrow and stepped away in the dark, silently waiting. The man was eager, sure. But not a hunter yet. Jim was tempted to just attack his neck, but making him angry was just too much fun.

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Ianto swore as he suddenly had nothing supporting him against the wall and fell rather spectacularly against it, his head knocking into the brick. He rubbed the already forming bruise with annoyance, turning around in the direction he thought Jim had gone. “Are we really still playing this?” he asked, the annoyance watered down by the fact that he was still breathless from the kisses.

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"One thing you might want to know, Mr. Jones." Jim grinned, running a finger along Ianto's arm as he bit back a laugh from the sound of the man hitting his head, "Is that I'm always playing games." Jim pressed the remote into Ianto's hand. "Do you really want the lights on right now?" He purred.