bakerstreet | Show me your teeth

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Ⅰ the LIP bite. Sometimes kissing isn't enough, or sometimes you're too nervous to even talk. Bite a lip. It doesn't even have to be yours.

Ⅱ the THROAT bite. You don't want to suck their blood, but you want them to know how thin this flesh is here.

Ⅲ the ARM bite. It's silly, but want to let them know how they're of you. Bites on the arm are usually childish and done in anger or playfulness.

Ⅳ the LEG bite. Know what long legs need? A nice set of teeth sunk into them. Just look at those thighs. Or you could always bring new meaning to the term "ankle biter".

Ⅴ the COLLAR bite. This one's for all you people who don't like turtlenecks. Bites leave marks, and well, some people don't want to show theirs off like trophies.

Ⅵ the HIP bite. Know what's hot? Teeth on your hip. Marks there are definitely enough to make anyone weak in the knees. If that's not what you're into, just remember there are more reasons than just sex to bite someone, especially here.

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Ⅰ the GENTLE bite. No one said biting had to be hard. This one's meant more for lovers. Little nibbles on the earlobe or pulse are always nice.

Ⅱ the BRUISING bite. Don't break the skin on this one. You want to leave a nice impression of your pearly whites on the other person, enough so afterwards you can enjoy that darkened mark.

Ⅲ the BLOODY bite. Biting has ill repercussions. Whether it's on purpose or an accident, there's blood, and possibly lots of it.

Ⅳ the HARD bite. This one doesn't bruise, but it does leave a nice impression of your teeth. All that orthodontic work really paid off.

Ⅴ the TEASING bite. No, no, no. Don't just sink your teeth in all at once! Ease your partner into it. Bite softly again and again before letting yourself clamp. You want to let them know you might not do it.

Ⅵ the PINCHING bite. All front teeth. Don't let anything further than your canines feel your partner's flesh. This one's just to let them know they irritated you, or it could just be that your mouth slipped. Sorry!

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[You don't want to. Really.]

[He's had enough of your needling today, Jim. He may have to play nice when you're out together on the job, but he can only take so much of your pushing before he pushes back and after a day like today, he's moving in for the kill the moment they're out of sight, mind, and reach of the public. Before Moriarty can use it against him. he's, no doubt, noticed.

As soon as the door closes behind them, Sebastian forcibly starts crowding Jim up towards the wall, bringing a hand up to grip his short and immaculately styled hair, pulling Jim's head back and aside to expose his neck. That neck always got to him, and Jim was always showing it off with those reptilian little head oscillations; it made Sebastian want to fit his mouth against it. He leans in close enough his lips brush skin, breath hot against his boss' neck as he near slams him back, closing the distance between than and pressing him between the wall and the hard line of his body. The noise he makes is low, aggressive and carnal, as near a growl as a human can come before he sinks his teeth hard into his flesh above the collar of his dress shirt.]

[Oh, someone’s been mean to you, pookie? There’s amusement hiding in the crinkles at the corners of Jim’s eyes as he watches Sebastian approach, not backing away – not moving at all. Jim has been waiting for this, waiting for Sebastian to snap and forget himself in a desperate need for an outlet, and he wants the fight, wants the growl and the aggression and saved up anger. -- Yet Jim’s excitement changes rather quickly, morphs into something dark and dangerous at the first hint of teeth, the moment Sebastian leans in, traps him between the wall and the tall frame of his body. It’s not the audacity of the act, mind you, nor is it the hand grabbing his hair that awakens Jim’s wrath, no – it’s the place where Sebastian’s teeth connect with his skin to bite a fresh bruise into his flesh.

Above the collar line? No visible marks, Sebastian – nothing that a suit and a dress shirt can’t hide.]

“Have you lost your bloody mind?” [More an angry hiss than a question.

Anger flares, white flames that want to lash out, consume the man in front of him, and without as much as a conscious thought Jim’s hand is up, fingers pressing into the skin of Sebastian’s throat. You want to stop and let go, Tiger. A split-second and Jim’s thumb is in place, slipping to the sternal notch with well-practiced ease, finding the spot where it’s so easy to hurt, to press down on the other man’s windpipe and cut off his oxygen. Oh, you are going to pay for this. In blood, sweat and skin…]

[Fingers tighten in Jim's hair and Sebastian growls against his skin like a fucking animal. He has his teeth in his throat and, like any good predator, he doesn't seem to intend to let up. The bruise is going to be dark and violent at this rate, Jim will have to use makeup if he wants to cover that.

Sebastian knows the collar rule, and he strictly adheres to it, more for his own well being than desire to play along. Except when he doesn't because it's the perfect rule to break to show his defiance. Claiming Jim in visible locations was completely off limits and that made it all the more enticing. In short, yes. He's probably lost his mind.

Saying he should back off would be incorrect- he shouldn't have done this in the first place. When those fingers press against his throat with their mute threat he knows this won't end well but he only bites down harder, sinks his teeth harder into his skin. It's hard not to react to the thumb that's cutting off his oxygen, to back away, but fighting fire with fire only feeds into a disaster. And Jim's pet sniper loves a good disaster. He's not stopping until he tastes blood.]

[To be quite honest, Jim would have been a tiny bit disappointed, had Sebastian backed off right away. After all, that’s why Jim keeps him, why Sebastian has risen past the ranks of sniper and assassin and bodyguard, why he is more than a number. Yet there are lines, invisible borders that even Jim’s favourite is not allowed to cross (no matter how good that fucking bite might feel or how it has Jim’s hips shifting with the barest of traitorous movements, in a suppressed need for friction).

Fingers tightening their hold, thumb pressing down even harder, heightening pressure in perfect time with Sebastian’s teeth biting down, this is almost as precise as a dance – and Jim hates it, loves it, hates it. In his mind he’s already counting – heartbeats, seconds, minutes – because the army training has turned this tiger into a monster. Oh, those awful snipers, able to hold their breaths - and for much, much longer than Jim’s manic mind is willing to let this continue.

Rolling his shoulder against the hard surface of the wall, trying to push even further into Sebastian’s hold, he starts craning his neck, quite purposely tearing. The damage will be immense, much more than just a passionate bite – unless the other man opens his mouths and saves Jim’s skin, the arteries hidden beneath. Oh yeah, he knows how to hurt you, Sebastian, knows it so well. Any damage to your own skin wouldn’t be half as bad, would it? You want him safe, you let go. Simple as that. Easy-peasy.]

[With the restriction of the air he's all the more aware of his own heart beat against that thumb digging into the soft flesh of his throat. So easy to damage, but if that pulse is speeding up any, it's only because how this is affecting him, the hum of arousal in his veins from a show of aggression, knowing that at this moment he has the most dangerous man in London- no, in the whole fucking world, at his mercy under his teeth. It's a heady feeling.

But Jim always did know exactly how to strike back to get Sebastian to react. There's a vast difference between possessive, predatory threat and actually wanting to significantly wound. The first taste of blood would make him growl against his skin if he had the air, pacify that little voice crying for blood and violence, but it quickly occurs to him that there's more blood across his tongue than he intended. It's an instant realization of what Jim's doing and Sebastian's off him like he's been shocked, pulling back before Jim can make bad into worse, into something they need doctors and stitches for. ... This is going to stain Jim's shirt. Tie. Suit. He's so very fucked. Recoiling further, Sebastian tries slip the grip of that thumb to get in a shaky lungful of air so he can growl out:] Insane fucker.

[He means it affectionately. ... sort of.]

Edited 2013-02-05 02:11 (UTC)

[The most dangerous man of the world sounds about right, yes - and Sebastian hopefully understands that if it weren't for Jim secretly agreeing to this strange display of affection, it would be Sebastian's blood draining his clothes by now (or Sebastian's dead body at Jim's feet, rather). There is no such thing as control, not when Jim Moriarty is concerned - you can only get as much control over him as he will grant you.

Feeling the sticky warmth where blood is gluing the expensive fabric of his dress shirt to his skin, Jim's snarls, lips baring his teeth for a split-second. What's a ruined suit, a bloody shirt, a bleeding wound? To Jim - it is nothing (which does not mean that Sebastian wouldn't have to face his wrath anyway, nonono. Fucked, yes - so totally and very fucked).]

Old news, pussycat. [He smiles and the fingers at Sebastian's throat fan out, stroke down the side of his neck in a mock-caress. Jim's gaze? Fixed on bloody teeth, bloody lips. It does look nice, he has to admit (though it would have been infinitely better, had it been blood from a split lip - Sebastian's split lip, to be precise).]

Show me your teeth

Jim Moriarty | BBC Sherlock

[yes he does. II.II or II.III]

[mun approves. III - if you do something, do it all the way. Plus, Jim's already mad ;) ]

[he's definitely going to pay for this one]

[oh yes, absolutely.]

["WORTH IT." he says pointedly]

[Have a smile in return, Seb. "Yes, do hold on to that thought, honey."]