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James Moriarty (consolcrim) wrote in westviewic,
@ 2024-03-13 20:17:00

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!complete, !log, james moriarty (consolcrim), sherrinford holmes (notfromsherwood)

Jim & Sherrinford

BACKDATED 3/10 | Moriarty Manor | Moderate

Post plot. They have their memories back! And they make a deal. (COMPLETE)

⚠ Threats, Use of a gun, Language, Light Blackmailing?

Jim jerked awake, startled by the sensation. He knew his name. And his life in this hellscape town and that he'd been all but fucking off from work lately. Sure, there was good reason but it doesn't make it any better.

He slipped out of bed, not wanting to disturb Sherrinford who was still asleep. Did he not…feel that? Maybe they'd drank too much the night before. He rubbed his forehead and padded bare feet to the bathroom. That was going to stop. No more drinking, no more being so…loose.

After using the bathroom and washing his hands, he ended up staring at this reflection. He'd said a lot of things the past days he would never say. He'd also done plenty that he usually wouldn't. The one that bothered him the most though was his emotional state after that party they threw.

And he had cried. For the first time in… He couldn't remember the last time he cried, honestly. But Sherrinford had witnessed it and even soothed him.

He grimaced, glancing over his shoulder and heading back into the bedroom. Jim paused by the dresser, slowly opening a drawer where he'd hidden the gun they'd discovered and creeping back to the bed.

Keeping it behind his back, he nudged Sherrinford with a hand. Did he remember everything again too? “Wake up,” he hissed at him after pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

—

While Jim had come to first, he’d slept in. It had felt like some kind of dream the last week or so, one that he didn’t want to end. At least the older was shaking him awake, and the dreamlike feeling gave out, making him feel like he was falling.

Jerking upright, he frowned, rubbing his eyes before staring at Jim in confusion. “Boss?” He questioned, deflating a little bit. He remembered everything. Fuck.

“You alright?” he questioned, gaze hopeful that the older didn’t remember still.

~~

Getting called boss was about all the confirmation he needed. He had his memories back. Jim made to snuggle down against him, pressing to Sherr's
side and keeping the gun as hidden as possible.

“What do you remember?” He couldn't assume that just because he remembered everything that's happened that the other did too. He would be so lucky to hear that he didn't remember their memoryless time.

—

While it wasn’t a very specific question-he remembered a lot of things even before losing everything, he decided to take the quicker route. Shrugging, he relaxed at the small affection, humming thoughtfully. “I remember it seemed like a dream, us.” Because of course, to him it was. The older sweet, and relaxed and..calm. It would have been more amazing if he’d had his memories at the time.

“ The party a few days ago.” He paused, crinkling his nose at the idea of it. “Didn’t work out, that. Normal people, always just wanting to get drunk.” He joked, turning his attention back to the older. Even grinning softly. Wanting to dwell on the fact that Jim had called him his boyfriend, before shaking his head and slowly reaching to trail fingers along the older’s side. “What about you, boss?” He questioned, tone soft as his gaze flickered to the older, still curious.

~~

“No, don't change. We're talking about you. What about after? You'd been drinking too.” He was pressing, fishing. He had to find out what h e knew.

And in hopes to get that, Jim shifted. He used his free hand to press flat against Sherrinford's chest and rolled over onto him. Only then did he reveal the gun and point the barrel against his chest, pressing the cold metal. “This is very important,” he reminded him calmly, as if he weren't holding a gun to him.

—

It had been a very long time since the older had pointed a gun at him. Knives and other things sure, but a loaded weapon? It had his eyes widening a moment, staring up at him in awe and confusion.

Trying to remember through the dim tipsiness the alcohol had provided, Sherr hesitated. “W-we were talking about normal jobs we could get. You…you called me your boyfriend, an awful one, but still.” He paused, not exactly afraid the other would shoot him, but wanting to know which part he was supposed to be hesitating over.

~~

Luckily, he had his wits about him and kept the safety on but it didn't mean Jim wasn't going to properly threaten him. “Forget it. All of it,” he said with a shake of his head and a firm glare.

“We're going to forget it happened or I'll go ask the witch to make you properly forget.” Which might be where he goes wrong in his wording but Jim seems set in that choice. It had been nice to be back to normal, boring Jim. Even if he started uncovering himself and unmasked in a way that made him nervous. The one bright spot of it was that it had been with Sherrinford.

And Sherr was beyond loyal and a good secret keeper.

“Agreed?”

—
He stared, openly, at the older for a moment. Raising an eyebrow the longer the other threatened and spoke. Of course he was good at keeping secrets, great at it, really, but this…didn’t really feel like a secret. Not a big one, anyway.

“And how d’you know I won’t do that to you instead?” He questioned carefully. It was a dangerous game, true. And with a gun on him from anyone else he would have been agreeing, instantly. But this was the boss. He’d also…slightly enjoyed the older deferring most ideas to him when they hadn’t known themselves. It had been fun. Clearly the type of fun the older criminal enjoyed.

“Whats in it for me, then?”

~~

The response was unexpected. It takes him a moment to blink and gather himself.

Jim thought it was obvious. He gets to live and breathe and be a person. It felt like an even exchange. But since Sherrinford wanted to try to bargain…

He leans forward, scowling deeply and jabbing the gun forward. “I won't feel like taking your heart as a new accessory to the office. Is that not enough for you?” Jim felt he already knew the answer, the other could be so predictable sometimes. But he waits for an answer. To hear it for himself from Sherr.

—
He winced slightly at the jab, frowning a little before shaking his head. “Nope, boss, its not.” He stated brightly. Not wanting to risk being shot, he didn’t go for the gun, instead he trailed fingers along the older’s side gently. Peering up at him with a tilt of his head.

He knew better than to ask for the words the other had called him days ago, instead he stared at the older criminal openly, playfully trailing fingers higher along his side.

~~

Games were fun when they were in his favor and somehow, even though he was at the helm - or felt like it - somehow this wasn't. He huffed, dropping his head forward for a split second. “What do you want then? Because I remember well how the conversation went that night and I'd rather keep it buried under some rubble.”

Because no matter what they were doing in Westview, no matter how people perceived him, Jim refused to let anyone think he was weak. Or soft. Or was capable of anything other than leadership, firmness, and occasional pleasantries.

—

He hesitated at that, because honestly when it came to Jim he wanted so many things. Too many things, honestly. Most he knew Jim would never agree to, threat above his head or not. Frowning, his gaze darted between the gun and Jim and back again before deciding to pick the whims that he knew could, at least a little bit, be negotiated.

“Dates with you.” He blurted out, trying and likely failing to look scowly and no nonsense like the other criminal always did. “Romantic ones.” He added, tone wavering a little as he glanced away nervously. Once the floodgates were opened, however, the younger sniper couldn’t stop. Trailing fingers along the others shoulders until they were wound around him. “A-and hand holding. And you. More of you. All of you?” He frowned a moment, before shaking his head

~~

He narrows his gaze, shifting the gun slightly as he debates all the options. He didn’t realize he needed to reeducate him on blackmail. “You should have started with all of me first. You always go biggest and trickle down,” Jim explains. He tuts at him and huffs at him, shifting up enough to set the gun aside on the nightstand.

“Fine,” he says, making a show of it by grimacing as he speaks. “I’ll make you a punch card. Four dates. And during that time, you can have all of me.” He raised his brow, sinking back against Sherrinford and adding, “Just know, even after those four dates, if you breathe a word? I’ll have Sebastian bury you in the yard.”

—

“When have I ever?” He pointed out, raising an eyebrow as if challenging his ‘threat.’ If anything, he liked the idea of the other being that way. It had felt right in a way, even now thinking about the idea of the older man acting like he had constantly had his heart practically pounding in his ears.

“Besides. I enjoyed that side of you, boss.” He teased, smirking widely before snuggling against him, as if to keep him from reaching for the gun again. “Maybe I should have added that one instead” Features twisting into a more thoughtful expression, he bit his tongue to keep from laughing. Leaning in, he nuzzled along Jim’s jaw gently. ‘But fine, not a word. Promise.”

~~

“You're not very funny,” he rumbled. “I didn't like it.” And if he had anything to say about it, he'd likely to promptly forget about the time span. But Jim had a feeling Sherr wasn't going to let him forget.

And though he said he didn't like it, there were some aspects he found alright. Not having a million things on his mind helped. Not being worried about plans was for sure a positive. And the feeling of freedom it brought had been…oddly pleasant.

“You'll get what you get. Guess you'll find out then.” He flicked his brow up, a silent ‘oh well’ as he gently cupped Sherrinford's face. Dark eyes were fixed on the other's blue ones and he sighed a breath out. For a split second, Sherr might notice it was a brief glimpse of the memoryless man he spent time with because in a near whisper, Jim said, “Just don't make me kill you.”

—-
“I’m just as funny as you, boss.” He teased further, but let the idea drop entirely. He knew pushing the older would just lead to trouble, and he did prefer his blood on the inside of his body where it was supposed to be. Mostly, anyway.

“Guess so.” He agreed softly, nuzzling the others fingers against him with a soft sound. Reaching, hr gently traced along Jim’s wrist calmly. Rubbing small circles along the soft skin with his thumb for a moment, encouraging the silent glimpse even as he flashed him a warm grin and leaned in slowly to brush his mouth against Jim’s. “Never.”

~~
Jim chased after Sherr, going for a more solid kiss with a grumble. He found that the problem was now that he's had things one way, knew how they could be, he was going to fixate on it. Just a little bit.

It would take the gun to his own head for him to admit that.

It's why he shifted the subject. “I'll go into work today. Hopefully nothing went wrong while I was gone. Or broke. Or was stolen before I could steal it.” Another kiss, quicker this time and he continued on. “And I have a meeting to reschedule.”

—
Returning the kiss eagerly, he relaxed. Nodding slightly at his words as he looked thoughtful briefly. “Do you want me to come with?” He questioned gently, more than willing to stay behind and fix up the mansion to the way it had been before everything had gone to shit.

For the moment, however, the younger sniper was more focused on trailing soft love bites along the others jaw, his neck, with a happy hum against warm skin

~~

“No. You need to find a job.” And he had thoughts about that, but the problem was they were slipping away the more attention Sherrinford gave.

He heard a whine, realized it came from his own mouth, and stopped the other man quickly. A grip of hands in hair to pull his head back. His expression wavered, unsure and suspicious. “Stop it,” Jim warned lightly. “You're distracting me.” Another huff. “What was I saying?”

—

“I have a job.” He pointed out, glancing up at him with amusement before frowning slightly when the older pulled him away from his affection. Rather than pout, or fight, Sherr simply..ignored his protest.

Leaning back in, to further love bite along his jaw, he hummed. “You were saying we should have breakfast together.” He offered helpfully, fingers curling against the other side of Jim’s jaw to keep him still while he nipped at sensitive skin. “And then a walk in the park on your lunch break.” That, at least, was an attempt at distraction, though he wouldn’t be surprised if the other disagreed.

~~

“Where?” Maybe he'd told him before the memory issues started and he'd just forgotten. Either way, he was curious and wanted to know.

Jim loosened his grip, trying to fight the feeling of wanting to melt into Sherrinford's arms. He was trying his best to focus, damn it! “You're terrible,” he groaned while cracking a faint smile. His mouth hung open briefly, only to shut it and add, “You're about to be breakfast…but fine.”

—
Raising an eyebrow, he flashed him a pointed look. He wasn’t just a sniper for the fun of it, after all. Regardless of the fact that it was fun and he did enjoy it, enjoyed all the crime aspects, really.

Chuckling, he pressed a gently kiss against the older’s throat. “Promise?” He teased, before relenting and pulling away slowly

. “And you’re amazing. Pancakes?” He questioned, shifting to get to his feet. His free hand reached for the older’s hand. Almost absently linking their fingers as he drifted toward the kitchen.

~~

He let the lack of a job go for the moment in lieu for grumbling. “Yes. Promise. It's going to be so boring anyways. That meeting is going to be fun though, once it's scheduled.” Not that it was a real meeting. It was simply a test to see if there would be a new set of hands he could rely on.

Jim got up so Sherr could move and followed, allowing him to take his hand. “If you make them. I won't burn the new kitchen down.” And once they reached the kitchen, Jim was going to lean against the counter and stay out of the way. Then he could ask more questions.

“Where did you get a job now?”

—

“Want me to tag along to that too?” He questioned, less concerned about it either way. The other did things his way, and it wouldn’t be the first time he’d been left out of client meetings and the like. If anything, he assumed that’s what it was.

Busying himself with pulling out pans and the ingredients for said food. It was, thankfully, one of the few actual things he was good at making, even if he rarely offered. The question had him pausing, however. “I work for you, remember?” He pointed out in a gentle tone, making a face at him before grinning and turning his attention back to the batter and other breakfast things

~~

“I’ll take your eyes during, actually. Since Sebastian will need to be on the ground floor. And I’ll be here.” Which he knew would likely seem very vague for the other to hear, but it would make sense. They were just going to observe a young man break into his office - or try to, incase he failed. Jim was ready for new prospects, new help in Westview since they were seemingly stuck for possibly ever.

Rolling his eyes, Jim said, “Of course I remember But I told you that you need to get a day job. Just pick something.” He waved a hand, as if it were so easy. “And if you don’t pick, I’ll pick one for you.”

—

Vague he was more then he was used to, and figured Jim would explain eventually, or moments before. Until the time came for whatever this meeting was about, Sherr would just wait for more instructions, if any. Like usual. “Sure thing, boss.” He agreed, shrugging.

“I’m not good at anything normal.” He pointed out. It's not like most places would hire him to shoot guns, or threaten people…or the dozens of other skills he’d picked up working for the criminal. Jim’s cover job the older at least he enjoyed and could fence from. What could he do, besides be a layabout, honestly?

~~

“You don't have to be good at anything. I just want you to have something for a possible alibi should you need one down the line.” And sure, he could probably get him in at the museum doing something but they needed to space out. When things went missing, no need for everyone who works there to be suspected.

“We'll crack open a paper today. There's probably a help wanted,” he explained, waving his hand.

—

“If you say so, boss.” He muttered, frowning at the idea. He didn’t see anything wrong with hanging around the flat. He doubted anyone in town would try anything, but the idea of having a job, a normal one, felt…wrong honestly. He could, of course, he’d even had several of them when he was young, but he’d blown them off easily enough to end up not being welcomed back.

Frowning down at the pancakes as he gently poked them around, before stealing a glance back at the older curiously.

~~

He nods, a silent ‘yes I do say so’ considering his point stare. But maybe he should try to entice him into it. Westview could certainly be boring at times. A layman's job will certainly fall into that.

“If you get one, we'll celebrate,” he offers lightly to Sherrinford with a wink.

—

His face turned pink at that, thoughts heading in a direction likely different from where the older’s was. Still, he nodded slowly, turning his attention to pulling plates out and carefully doling out the food for the pair of them.

“Don’t see why I can’t come work for you at yours. Could be an intern or something.” He pointed out, shrugging regardless. If anything he just liked being around Jim as much and as long as he could, really.

~~

“Already probably getting an intern. And Bas works security. We keep nicking things like I have and it'll get suspicious.” All good reasonings and he offered a pointed gaze, which quickly melted away into a smirk over a thought he had.

“Besides, do I look like a man who mixes business with pleasure?” The answer was yes because he has but this was Westview. Not everyone knew who he really was and he wanted to keep it that way.