A/N: I dedicate this to the friend who got me into MorMor, Moraniarty or whatever pairing name you might use. I have no idea where this came from, but it was one of those that had to be written. I just hope nothing like it's been done yet.

Sebastian Moran didn't suspect a thing the first time he met Jim Moriarty.

But then, why should he have? Sure he knew the man was bat shit insane – he figured that was why he was so drawn to him. The taunting voice, the change in pitch, his random yet deliberate movements, his small smile that just wasn't quite right…

The fact that he knew everything about the sniper just made Sebastian listen carefully.

Jim had handed him his card, licked his lips, told him that he hoped to hear from him soon, and walked away whistling a cheery tune that made Sebastian's skin crawl.

It wasn't long before he was 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 had that effect on people. Nothing concerning him was ever their own choice.

It was his.

The first time Sebastian did a job for Jim, the Irishman had tagged along. It unnerved him to have someone watching over his shoulder – literally, right over his shoulder. Jim's breath danced along the skin of his neck – but he supposed telling his new boss to fuck off on his first day would have disastrous. Jim probably would have killed him right then and there.

Or perhaps not. For some reason, Jim had taken a liking to him. Sebastian couldn't figure it out. Perhaps because Jim knew what he was really like, even if he hadn't let the sarcasm run free at that point.

But one thing Sebastian never forgot was the look of pure glee that had spread across his boss's face upon seeing their mark hit the ground in spray of blood. Probably because it reminded him too much of himself, and the incident that had gotten him discharged. He might not have been as quick as Jim, but he recognized a hunter's spirit.

That was also the first time he found Jim Moriarty beautiful, and that too should have unnerved him, but it didn't. It thrilled 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.

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.