Sherlock Holmes

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—2015— 

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He crossed his arms, already strong with physical activity, and rubbed his chin. “Dunno much of anythin’, Holmes. But I seen worse guys’n you turn to worse things than crime t’get their high. Hell, dependin’ on th’ crime, might not even be that bad. Long as y’ain’t sodomizing young children or anythin’,” he mused, shrugging slightly. “Been thinkin’ about going to the military, might kill some folks there. Why’s that different than what you might do, given th’ chance? You’d be killin’ those that deserve it, yeah?” he asked, cocking his head. Sherlock was a bright one, but he had too many smarts for his own good - and Sebastian had just enough to get by, if he had to, so he was a decent enough judge. “There’s worse blokes than you t’get stuck by. Though I ain’t exactly suggestin’ we strike a blood bond or nothin’.”

His words were comforting, although it was disheartening to hear him say he was thinking of leaving, even if he didn’t join the military it certainly sounded like Sebastian didn’t have much intention of staying in touch after they graduated. This was the closet to a friendship that he had ever had, and knowing that he would be accepted even if he walked down a darker path, made it all the harder to think about having to say goodbye. Perhaps he should start spending less time around Sebastian, it would certainly make the end of their friendship much easier to deal with when it came. He forced a smiled and laugh, “Yeah...,” he said and turned away. “Thanks,” he added as an after thought.

gamblingsniper:

Even Sherlock liked getting out every once in a while, but this was a little more than just that. Months of living with Basher had made him grown attached to the man, and he would prefer not to be without his company if he could help it. 

“Maybe I just want to blow on your dice.”

Though his boss was a madman, he too could not deny he has grown use to Sherlock’s company. At the comment, he gave a good chuckle. “Gonna wear a sparkling dress for me too, boss?”

“With a pair of Louis Vuittons,” he replied and looked up to wink at the sniper. He might not wear a dress, but he was certain he’d turn heads either way, perhaps he might even catch the snipers fancy. The thought amused him.

moriartystailor:

What was this called? Sexual tension? Was that what this was, he thought to himself as he finished adjusted the gloves. At this point, he knew how MK expected him to react, and that if he continued to react that way that he wouldn’t continue to bait him with his virginity, perhaps he could fight fire with fire… Wearing a smirk of his own he moved over to the bed, placing both hands upon it as he leaned forward, his nose almost touching MK”s, “I think I’d rather have an excuse to tie you down and spank you.”

His face briefly showed surprise at Sherlock’s change, but MK didn’t back down. He didn’t move a centimeter, and the smirk remained. “Do you really need an excuse, detective?” the tailor whispered, raising an eyebrow.

One of Sherlock’s hands moved to MK’s leg, and as he leaned in even closer, their lips brushing, his hand traveled up his leg with his thumb ghosting along his inner thigh, “No I don’t, the only question is, is if I’m going to have to tie you down?”

His eyes opened and two sapphires flicked up to Sebastian’s, “What if people are right, Sebastian, what if one day I cross the line and I’m the one behind the crime.”

“Will y’really be all that surprised? You’re always claimin’ boredom, sayin’ you’ll do anythin’ for th’ next high. Is it too unrealistic that you won’t start creatin’ crime t’keep you busy?” he asked, cocking his brow at the younger man.

“No, I suppose not,” he whispered, eyes flicking down. He didn’t know what he had expected, perhaps he should not have mentioned his fear to Sebastian, or perhaps he should have not been surprised by his response. “Why do you hang around me, if you know what I might become,” he asked, after all, every one else avoided him, why didn’t he?

His eyes opened and two sapphire’s flicked up to Sebastian’s, “What if people are right, Sebastian, what if one day I cross the line and I’m the one behind the crime.”

Some commission work for this summer included the fun task of rosemaling these two beautiful violins.

It wasn’t hard to figure out who the wolf amoung the sheep was, even without the scars he stood out from the rest of the bar patrons who were normal folk worn down by their boring, unfulfilled, lives, but he--he sat, back straight, head held up with pride, and his hair still cut like that of a solider. Of course, even Sherlock stood out in his bright, red hood amoung the dreary, and faded out colours of both the people and the walls. People turned to stare at him, but he ignored them and made a straight line to the subject of his interest. His fingers brushed lightly through his hair of he pushed back his hood and slid onto the stool next to his, “Tell me, what does the Big Bad Wolf like to drink,” he asked, blue eyes glancing over and drinking in his rugged features.

gamblingsniper:

Even Sherlock liked getting out every once in a while, but this was a little more than just that. Months of living with Basher had made him grown attached to the man, and he would prefer not to be without his company if he could help it. 

“Maybe I just want to blow on your dice.”

gamblingsniper:

“It’s such a shame too. I rather like the way you look in a tuxedo,” he said with a smirk. “And that is pretty much the gist of it,” he replied, sitting up before taking a sip. “There is a high stakes game this weekend at the Casino de Monte Carlo, and our target will be participating in it. Of course, you would know all this if you had bothered to read the file I had prepared for you,” he grumbled.

Sighing with annoyance, he replied, “Just pack your tux, and your best poker face, Moran. I’ll give you more details on the flight over,” and with that Sherlock disappeared around the door.

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As soon as the plane leveled, Sherlock unbuckled himself and stood up, taking of his shoes before stretching--very cat-like--out on the luxurious couch that had replaced about half the seats on the left side of the plane, “Get us a drink, would you, Moran?”

moriartystailor:

What was this called? Sexual tension? Was that what this was, he thought to himself as he finished adjusted the gloves. At this point, he knew how MK expected him to react, and that if he continued to react that way that he wouldn’t continue to bait him with his virginity, perhaps he could fight fire with fire... Wearing a smirk of his own he moved over to the bed, placing both hands upon it as he leaned forward, his nose almost touching MK”s, “I think I’d rather have an excuse to tie you down and spank you.”

gamblingsniper:

Sherlock glanced at the symbol, but his eyes flicked quickly back to him. He knew what it meant, and what he believed he understood what he was trying to say, “I suppose using this then, would be a waste,” he asked and pulled out the flash bomb, showing it to him. He was sure he would easily recognize it if he was what he claimed to be. He turned partially towards him, still at the ready to run if need be but he got the feeling he would be left allowed to leave as long as he left him alone. Sherlock wasn’t sure if he could do that. Creatures like the Colonel were not normally left alone by the order. They were dangerous, seemingly mindless, blood-thirsty beasts, but the Colonel was different from those that he had met before. 

An intelligent werewolf...,well, that interested him greatly. “I’ll promise to leave you alone forever, only if, you agree to meet with me at the tavern in the nearby village,” he told him. Technically he had no rights to bargain with the beast, but he had to get him to talk to him if he could.