Fic Rec: A Game of Sorts

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Title: A Game of Sorts
Author: Eva
Pairing: Gen., James Moriarty/Mycroft Holmes (one-sided)
Length: 5736 words
Rating: M
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Jim plays an end game. Mycroft plays along.

Reccer's comments: I have to admit a certain fondness for fics that depict Moriarty in all his creepy, psychopathic glory. In this fic Jim starts playing a new game with Mycroft (and even after reading this story a number of times, I am still not completely sure what Jim is up to!), and the author is very good at creating an atmosphere of tension throughout the fic. Their late night, cat-and-mouse meetings are suitably disturbing, and Sherlock's horror when he finds out is surprisingly heartfelt. According to the author's notes at the end, this was written because they feel that during the BBC series, Sherlock never really has to face any consequences for his actions, and well, he should. An interesting read!

Excerpt: There was a light at the end of the hall; he was in the study, then. A shame they wouldn’t be meeting in the bedroom. Jim let his hand brush the wall again, but this time he curled his fingers in, so that his nails could scratch.

“Mr. Moriarty,” Mycroft said, his voice cold and yet genteel. Jim had yet to push the door the rest of the way open, and took a moment to let his eyes fall shut and a shudder move through his body, biting his lip against a sigh.

Then he licked his lower lip, making sure it would gleam in the low light, and pushed through the doorway.

Mycroft was sitting at the desk—the large, heavy, wooden desk, in front of the two glass doors that opened out to the garden. A wall and an escape. Jim smiled, taking a moment to let his gaze wander appreciatively: navy suit, white shirt, red tie. Should be respectable, staid; on him, it looked sinister.

Note: Mods, would it be possible to get a tag for this pairing, and perhaps one for "stalking"?

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