Sebastian’s laugh masked any unease. “But you’re right- if you had anything on him, and if you could make him disappear that easily, I guess you’d have already done it. Spiders don’t go away that easily.”
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Moran’s most hospitable scotch was getting to him, or perhaps Mycroft was just letting himself grow too involved. There was something seeming to drag him down just enough to bear some teeth. ”You do know, Sebastian, I very well saved your life today. I might be able to eradicate your name from all our files, our intelligence, and clear you, but there’s one place I’m unable to erase it from. Next time, I don’t have to be so kind.” Mycroft’s words a growl by the end. He had let himself slip. “You should be more careful who you let your loyalties onto. Picking who to share a coffin with is something which takes great thought.”
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Seb moved to Holmes’ side, seemingly headed for his tumbler, again. “Careful, Mycroft- temper’s showing. But, that’s a weakness of yours; always too kind.”
A light brush on Mycroft’s shoulder. Sebastian smirked. “Sorry. Spider.”

(Excerpt; Coey as Moran, Shy as Mycroft.)
(May or may not be finished. Part of a matching pair.)