5. Ballard of Mona Lisa - Panic!AtTheDisco

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Moriarty stands in the art galley, chewing gum and wearing casual clothes as he looks at the famous painting.

Mona Lisa.

The consulting criminal smirks, running a hair through his hair and ensuring it was slicked back. No doubt this would get the attention of Sherlock Holmes.

It'd been a while since Jim had come out to play, and if he was playing then he was going to ensure that Sherlock was too.

Oh how he loved to watch the detective dance.

A part of him knew that maybe he loved it far more and differently then he should.

"James" A voice says and Moriarty twirls.

His eyes widen when he spots Sherlock standing there. He smirks then, tilting his head to the side as he studies the other man. He hadn't changed much in the past six months.

"Sherlock, how nice of you to follow me. You know, there's no need to spy, if you want to see me that badly you could just ask me on a date.." James chuckles, a hand resting on his hip.

Sherlock rolls his eyes and ignores the comment, stepping closer "I know you're planning to steal the Mona Lisa"

Jim pouts at the taller man "Well it's no fun if you already know.." He slouches, more then a little disappointed Sherlock had figured it out so quickly.

Sherlock smirks at the shorter brown haired devil "Sorry to spoil your fun"

He winks at Moriarty before turning and heading towards the exit.

Jim hurries after him, linking their arms "You spoiled my fun, I'm spoiling yours" He pats Sherlock's hand as the detective tries to pull away from the contact.

Sherlock gives him a glare "I have things to do, I don't have time for games"

Moriarty gasps "Sherlock! There is always time for games. C'mon what's so important?"

The detective smirks, knowing James was going to hate this "I promised John we'd go to the movies because its his birthday"

As expected Jim's nose wrinkles up in distaste. "Ah, yes, dear John.. your little pet"

"Yes. John. So, I need to leave Paris as soon as possible" Sherlock looks down at his watch, a little awkwardly since his right arm was entwined with Moriarty's own.

James pulls them to a stop just outside of the Louvre. He pouts at the taller man, his free hand settling on Sherlock's upper arm as they face one another.

"You're going to ditch me? But, Sherlock, we're in the city of love. I think we'd have a much better time here, just the two of us"

Sherlock frowns a little bit, there was more to this then meets the eye. Moriarty was a great actor, as good as Sherlock, but there was more behind this. It was almost as if it was less of an act, as though he were purposely making it seems like an act to cover up the fact it wasn't an act.

Or, it could be a trap.

Sherlock wasn't sure but he had to admit a day of running around Paris with James Moriarty seemed far more entertaining then a day spent watching crappy predictable movies because John didn't currently have a girlfriend to keep him happy.

"Fine, but one condition" Sherlock holds up a finger, giving the other a stern look.

"What?" Jim asks, a little sceptical as to what Sherlock may request.

"No murdering or hurting people. If I'm going to spend the day with you then I don't want to be involved in any of your mini games" As he speaks, he hooks his pinky finger with Moriarty's pinky.

"Fine. We'll both just be ourselves, no game" Jim nods, tugging on Sherlock's finger with a playful smile.

"No game" Sherlock nods, tugging back.

They continue like that for a straight five minutes, grinning goofily at each other as they tug their hands back and forth between them. Sherlock is the first to realise how close their faces had gotten and he pulls away, unhooking his finger but keeping his arm hooked with James'.

They start to walk again, heading for the bridge covered in padlocks. Sherlock frowns a little, unsure as to what it was. Jim notices his expression and chuckles, as clever as the detective was, some of the gaps in his knowledge really made James want to laugh.

When they step onto the bridge Sherlock's eyes roam over the numerous locks, trying to figure out that they were all for. Hearts. He saw lots of hearts. So, something that was supposedly romantic.

"Each padlock is traditionally supposed to have a couples initials on, its said that if you lock it to the bridge then your love will last forever" Jim explains, although he loved Sherlock's adorable confused face it was nice to know that he knew a little more about love then Sherlock did.

Sherlock's nose wrinkles up in a frown "How stupid"

Jim laughs "It's romantic, Sherlock"

"It's stupid, James" Sherlock replies, smiling as he glances at the other man.

"Please, call me Jim. There's a reason I shortened my name"

"I know, but I prefer James" Sherlock grins.

Jim unhooks his arm from Sherlock's before wrapping it around the others waist, pulling Sherlock right against him as he faces him with a small frown "Well, I don't"

Sherlock rolls his eyes but doesn't move from the position, liking the proximity-- not that he'd never admit it. "Oh, don't try and act all macho and dominant"

James raises an eyebrow "Why, Sherlock, are you into that?"

Sherlock shakes his head, now trying to pull away from the other. James easily keeps his grip on Sherlock, pulling him closer when he tries to get away. Jim brings their faces close, not caring they were in the middle of a crowded street.

"Is that what you like? Being dominated?"

Sherlock shoves Jim away with a small huff. "Yes, I'm a Sub, okay? Now, drop it, you stupid Dom"

He begins to walk away, his cheeks burning because he wasn't used to admitting he was submissive in the bedroom.

With a chuckle James jogs to catch up with Sherlock, easily taking his hand and pulling him to a slower pace. "Dom? Sub? Sherlock, I do believe you've been on some naughty sites"

His smiles widens at the sight of Sherlock blushing. It was rare for anyone to see a softer, more vulnerable side of Sherlock and Jim couldn't control the way his heart skipped a beat. He was seeing Sherlock for who he was inside and out, and that made him feel special. Sherlock certainly wouldn't act this way with John, birthday or not.

"Shut up" Sherlock snaps, frowning ahead but keeping his hand in Jim's all the same.

He smiles down at their entwined fingers, liking the way his large hand engulfed Jim's smaller one.

Jim laughs one more time before nodding. "Alright, alright, I'll drop it"

A couple then walk past, eating sandwiches. Jim becomes aware of the fact it was lunch time and smiles at Sherlock.

"Care to join me for lunch in the first cute little French café we find?" He squeezes Sherlock hand as he does.

"I'd like that" Sherlock smiles back.

They walk hand in hand in the afternoon sun, smiling as a comfortable silence settles over them. Sherlock stops them after five minutes of walking and shrugs his coat and scarf off, hanging them over his arm and rolling his sleeves up.

Jim watches, smiling at the sight of Sherlock in the tight purple shirt. He looked sexy.

Sherlock raises an eyebrow at Jim. "What? Why are you staring at me? Is it my hair?" He then starts to ruffle his hair, swiping the curls to the side. "Better?" He grins up at James.

Jim bites his lip, Sherlock looked really good ruffling his hair. He nods. "Yeah, perfect"

They begin to walk again, quickly spotting a small café. Jim heads towards the cute little place, his arms wrapping around Sherlock waist as he gently guides them both through the door and towards a booth.

The sit opposite each other in the red booth, their legs hooking together under the table.

Without word Jim offers Sherlock the lunch time menu, which had been set up beside some sauces and seasoning that stood against the wall.

Sherlock takes it, scanning over the various dishes before glancing over his menu at the other man.

He smiles a little before frowning, his eyes returning to the pink menu. If this was one of Moriarty's traps then he needs to distance himself. After all this was supposedly Jim's way of 'spoiling his fun'.

He feels a hand on his and his eyes go to James' as he bites his lip.

"We said, no games, remember? I'm not trying to toy with you Sherlock, this is me" Jim glances down at his clothes "Well me, minus a decent suit"

Sherlock chuckles a little before blushing and hiding behind his menu. "Okay, good, I'm glad that this is the real you.. I like this version of James Moriarty"

James bites his own lip before pulling the menu between them down, his hand wraps around Sherlock's wrist, his thumb brushing over the skin gently as he gives the other man a reassuring look.

"I like you too, this version. The open and kind of shy version"

Jim begins to lean forward and Sherlock finds himself doing the same. He pulls back with an embarrassed smile.

"I don't kiss on the first date"

"Oh, this is a date?" Jim raises an eyebrow, his heart beating just a little faster.

Sherlock shrugs "Is that what you want it to be?"

"No" Jim deadpans.

Ignoring the sting in his heart Sherlock gives a nod.

"Right, okay.." He looks down at the table, feeling stupid for evening thinking that James would ever want him.

Jim tilts Sherlock's chin up, smiling a little bit "If I were to take you on a first date, it'd be far better then this place"

Sherlock peeks up again, nudging James' foot with his own. "Git. I thought you meant you didn't want a date.."

Jim chuckles "I know that's what you thought" Jim's fingers lace with Sherlocks "Although I don't think either of us are really date people, well at least not cliché dates in little cafés"

Sherlock nods, laughing a bit. That was certainly true.

After eating they walk around the city again, hands entwined and phones switched off so they could solely focus on having a nice time and not needing to worry over friends or work.

They walk past a hotel and James pulls them to a stop. He pulls Sherlock close "How about we book a room and you show me just how submissive you can be?"

Sherlock playfully shoves him away, blushing once again "Oh, piss off or I'm not giving you any kisses at the end of this day"

"Thought you didn't kiss on the first date?" Jim teases, his face dangerously close and his breath fanning on Sherlock's lips.

"This isn't a first date if we count the Louvre, the café and the walking around Paris" Sherlock replies smugly.

Jim chuckles "You just want to kiss me"

"Maybe" Sherlock presses a chaste kiss to the side of James' mouth before spinning out of the embrace and walking off, towards the Eiffel tower.

Jim stays back for a moment, his eyes on Sherlock.

Damn, he'd never felt his heart beat so fast as it did in that moment that the corner of Sherlock's mouth touched his own. With a small grin James hurries after Sherlock, determined to make the detective his before they left Paris.