(Pairing: Sebastian Moran/Jim Moriarty)

(Warnings: Gunplay and me not knowing guns. Other than that it's just..."I can't sleep let's write something". Also shoutout to that one "The Abominable Bride" scene. You know which one.)

Sebastian knew his guns. He knew every model he owned; hell, a few were even named. But with the cold barrel of his AF-1 Strike One pressed against his neck, all knowledge left him. If Jim asked him to identify every part of the gun he couldn't answer. This was the first time that guns got involved with sex. They've talked about it but never got the chance to try it. 

"A shot from this could kill you." Jim stated the obvious, head tilting to the side. "Cute how you get more aroused now." The bastard was so good at keeping himself able to speak and think when he wasn't the one having that pleasure spot hit every so often. 

"You're hot with a gun." That was the only raspy response he could manage to formulate besides pleads for more. The tighter press of the cold metal in response drove him crazy. It felt strange to have it against his throat, as well as uncomfortable, but he couldn't complain. 

"So you've said and shown in the past." The Irishman paused, eyes lighting up with an idea. He removed the gun from Sebastian's throat- the action met with a whine- and looked at it for a moment. "Wrong model from that daydream of yours, right?"

"Huh?"

Jim didn't wait for an answer, adjusting his grip on it and opening his mouth. At first it was just the tip of it that his tongue licked, leaning back as more of the barrel rested on his tongue. The man knew exactly what he was doing, looking at Sebastian with those dark lustful eyes. That mixed with the constant thrusting made it hard to not surrender everything to the pleasure.

The crime lord removed the gun from his mouth, now aiming it at Sebastian's head. "You think I would forget about that raunchy little daydream? That I wouldn't use it against you? Silly little soldier." His grin became that maniacal one, the one that would show up when his ideas worked out. The sniper replied with a husky moan in response, gaze flying from Jim to the gun. It was hard to choose a point to focus on. The Irishman didn't seem to mind, one arm going behind his head, humming a tune.

If he could think straight, Sebastian could've identified it. His best guess right now was something by Lady Gaga. 

It stayed like that for a while; the sniper a groaning mess, Jim milking out every guttural moan that he possibly could. It didn't take long for Sebastian to be the first to reach that explosive finish, breathing heavily as he tried to lure the same from his partner. He bent forward slightly, resting his forehead against the gun, greedy desire soaking into his eyes, roguish grin on his face. The same was the look he'd give during a "Basher Moran Special", and it drove Jim insane.

With a sharp inhale, the mastermind reached climax, curses falling from his lips in a whisper. Sebastian managed to gather "you're so fucking pretty like this" from it. Jim tossed the gun onto the bed, sitting up and wrapping his arms around the sniper's body. 

"No fair giving me that look. Round two, colonel?"