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Sebastian Moran dioesn't suspect a thing the first time he meets Jim Moriarty.
But then, why should he? Sure he knew the man is bat shit insane, but he figures that was why he was so drawn to him. The taunting voice, the change in pitch, his random yet deliberate movements, his small, crooked smile that just isn’t quite right…
The fact that he knows everything about the sniper just makes Sebastian listen carefully.
Jim had hands him his card, licks his lips, tells him that he hopes to hear from him soon, and walks away whistling a cheery tune that makes Sebastian’s skin crawl.
It isn’t long before he is working for Jim Moriarty. He’d made the call, it had been entirely his choice yet somehow… somehow he felt that it wasn’t entirely his own decision. But Jim has that effect on people. Nothing concerning him was ever their own choice.
It was his. Everything was Jim's; freedom was an illusion.
The first time Sebastian does a job for Jim, the Irishman tags along. It unnerves him to have someone watching over his shoulder – literally, right over his shoulder. Jim’s warm breath dances along the skin of his neck – but he supposes that telling his new boss to fuck off on his first day would potentially be disastrous. Jim probably would have him killed right then and there.
Or, perhaps not. For some reason, Jim has taken a liking to him. Sebastian can’t figure it out. They couldn't be more different, from their hair to the clothes they wore to the accents and vocabulary they spoke with. Perhaps because Jim somehow knew what he was really like, even if he hadn’t let the sarcasm run free at that point. Sebastian has a dark side, even if most people didn't ever see it. Jim, of course, did.
But one thing Sebastian never forgets is the look of pure glee that spreads across his boss’s face upon seeing their mark hit the ground in spray of blood. Probably because it reminds him too much of himself, and the incident that had gotten him discharged. He might not have been as quick as Jim, but he could recognize a hunter’s spirit.
That's also the first time he finds Jim Moriarty beautiful, and that too should unnerve him - after all, he's never been with anyone who had below a C cup and doesn't demand payment at some point -, but it doesn't. It thrills him.
He doesn’t know when Jim finds him attractive, but it’s after a particularly messy job a few months later when Jim presses their mouths together in a rough kiss and pins Sebastian against the wall. For such a petite frame, Jim's stronger than he looks. Still, Sebastian could over take him if he wanted to... but he doesn't.
It’s rough and desperate and wonderful except—
“Jim,” Sebastian gasps, breaking the kiss.
“Oh,” Jim just smiles that crooked smile, “never been with a man before, have you? No matter,” Jim grabs Sebastian’s wrist sharply and presses it to his crotch, “you still won’t.”
That’s when Sebastian realizes.
Jim Moriarty is a woman.