As you can tell from the image above this is a Moriarty x Mycroft aka Jimcroft.

I found out this was a ship like a year ago (?) and was like "Hm, this is going to be interesting to write."

So here I am giving you this story before the holidays. Hope you enjoy!

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Night has fallen on London. The street light's flicker on and off, filling the streets with a dim light.

Mycroft sat in his office late at night doing the last bit of work before going home. He's been in his office the entire day without moving from the seat beside to use the restroom. Anthea insist of him to eat at least but he only refuse to eat as work was more important to finish.

Footsteps approach the door, a little creak from the entrance that echo the long quiet hallways. Mycroft looked up but hardly see what's there; only having a small lamp to illuminate his desk.

Must be a rat. He thought, continuing with his work.

Moments later, the floor broad creak once again. Mycroft rose up and grabbed his umbrella taking of the top layer to reveal the rapier underneath.

He opened the door and step out, looking to his right to the dark long hallway. Nothing but the silence air and the moonlight shining down on the large window to his left.

Just as he was about to put the blade away, there was footsteps approaching him. He got into his position to defend himself, ready to fight.

"We don't need toys to kill each other. Where's the intimacy in that?" A familiar Irish accent spoke, walking out of the shadows.

"Moriarty," He said in a unwelcome tone, seeing the short man grinning like the insane psychopath he was. "How did you get in?"

"I have my ways," He told him, walking closer till the moonshine shine on him. Making those chocolate eyes shine a lighter shade.

Mycroft didn't move as the psychopath came closer to his view. Both stared intensely at each other, not looking another way. Memorize into their gaze, forgetting their surrounding as if these two powerful men were the only one here at this very moment.

"What have you came for? Information? Access?" Mycroft ask, finally looking away from the charming eyes of his junkie brother enemy and walked to his office.

"Just came by to see you," Moriarty answered, following Mycroft into the office.

Mycroft looked at the criminal confuse at what he heard but for sure he caught the right words .

"I'm currently busy if you need anything come back when am not busy," Mycroft rejected anything Moriarty was planning on doing, but like always Jim wasn't going away that easily.

He grabbed Mycroft right arm, tightly wrapping his fingers around the smooth fabric, glaring his dark eyes at the man. "I can wait."

Mycroft frown. This is childish! I have important busy to do and this man expect me to do his bidding? Mycroft thought to himself, turning to face the criminal once more.

"What do you want from me?"

"Love," The criminal spill out, not afraid to speak what his heart beats for.

Jim came closer, but Mycroft push him away. He didn't know what to say.

Love?! Is he drunk? Mycroft questioned, as his mind crumble into confusion.

Jim didn't agree with the reaction. He expected something more gentle, however he enjoyed to see the Holmes reactions.

Just as the criminal was going to grabbed him again. The heartless man pulled out his rapier, pointing it at his throat.

"Don't touch me."

"Cut my throat, torture me all you want. You can do anything you like."

Mycroft walked forward slowly keeping the blade on the man throat as Moriarty slowly walked back. It was like a dance: one step forward, one step back. The room was the ballroom, the moon shining down from the great vast window acts like spotlights, the quiet silence made it better to savor each moment. The two were in sync.

Jim could have thrown the blade and attack, but he was enjoying this.

Soon the dance was over as Jim back hit the wall. He grinned, it wasn't the first time he been pinned down with a blade. Mycroft wanted to cut his throat, but slight thought of murdering someone made him gag.

"Don't have the gut?"

Mycroft growled, pushing the tip deeper causing blood to drool down his neck. "I don't have fear on kill you."

Moriarty didn't fear death, he welcomed it. "Do it then," He insisted, raise his hand in defeat, kneeling down. He wasn't afraid of dying because he knew Mycroft didn't had the guts to kill him like his baby brother.

Mycroft drew the rapier away, "I would, but no men deserves to die without reason."

Moriarty rolled his eyes, "So predictable! Are you Holmes always so boring?"

"Say the person who loves me."

Moriarty throat went dry as he got up and fix his suit. He was now left speechless as Mycroft tidy his office a bit.

He walked back to the criminal with smile, "I need to leave. Shall I set up a date with you?"

He looked at him shocked, "You'll really do that...?"

"Well, I did threaten you with a rapier. It's more of an apology that I didn't wanted to do," Mycroft shrugged; Jim wipes off his giggling excited self.

"Sure," He said, shrugging without a care even though he was so excited inside.

"Well then it's an date," Mycroft flashed a quick smile, pecking Jim cheek before stepping out of his office. Leaving Moriarty alone with his flustered face and thoughts.