Stray Dogs, part 2
Stray Dogs, part 2
'Something wrong?'
'I'm fine.' Sherlock said quietly, sniffling as they walked along towards Oxford Street.
'You don't look it.' Moriarty said, taking Sherlock's arm in his, both of them had their hands in their pockets because of the cold 'You look pale.'
'I always look pale.' Sherlock said quietly.
'Mm.' Moriarty shrugged, looking away for a few minutes, but he turned back to him after a while 'Breakfast?'
'As soon as I spot someone...' Sherlock trailed off, scanning the small amount of people on the streets, he was finding it hard to focus, he held a hand to his face and sneezed once, twice.
'Leave it to me today.' Moriarty said, looking Sherlock up and down 'I don't think you're up to it.'
'Don't be ridiculous.' Sherlock said, sniffling again.
'Believe me, today.' Moriarty said, giving Sherlock a stern look, not dark, not scary, simply authoritative 'Let me buy us breakfast today, and lunch, and dinner, and maybe I'll finally be able to shag you.'
Sherlock sighed with exasperation, looking away 'Good luck.'
'Thank you.' Moriarty grinned, glancing sideways at Sherlock 'I think I'll need it.'
-
'You look worse.' Moriarty said 'You need to eat something.'
'I'm fine.' Sherlock said with frustration 'And why would you care, anyway?' he glared at Moriarty angrily.
'I finally get to spend some quality time with you, darling, and you go and get sick. I can't have you dying before I get you into bed, or at the very least a dark alley.'
'Do you have to be so crass?' Sherlock sighed, sitting down on the bench beside them and covering his head with his arms.
'If you're going to vomit try to avoid your boots.' Moriarty said, biting into his burger as he walked along past Sherlock, turning on his toes and then pacing back past him again.
'Stop pacing.' Sherlock groaned.
Moriarty sighed dramatically and dropped down onto the bench beside Sherlock 'You're such a drag.'
'And stop talking.' Sherlock said quietly.
Moriarty rolled his eyes and stared down at Sherlock 'There's a walk in centre a few blocks away.'
'Shut up.' Sherlock grumbled.
'Maybe you should try to sleep.' Moriarty suggested.
Sherlock nodded, but he didn't move.
Moriarty finished his burger, he screwed the paper up, threw it in the bin and jumped up off of the bench, he took Sherlock's right hand in his and tugged gently 'Come on, I'll find us a nice warm, comfy bridge to sleep under.'
Sherlock let Moriarty pull him up slowly, he really didn't feel well, and he felt much too hot, he let Moriarty keep a hold of his hand and lead him, he felt dizzy, and laying down sounded like a really good idea right now.
They finally found a bridge just ten minutes later that was suitable, it was already late at night, Sherlock laid down, and Moriarty curled up beside him, facing him, he kissed the corner of Sherlock's mouth gently.
Sherlock fell to sleep a few minutes later, shivering but feeling too warm, Moriarty's even breathing against his face.
-
'Wake up, Sherlock. Wake up.'
Sherlock opened his eyes, shivering uncontrollably, feeling much too hot, Moriarty's hand was pressed against his forehead.
'You're on fire.' Moriarty said 'You've got a fever.'
'I'm f-fi-'
'Shut up.' Moriarty said angrily 'You're not as immortal as you think you are. You don't get sick very often, do you?' he sighed heavily, looking about 'Let's see if we can find a cab.'
Sherlock curled up, shivering as he fell back to sleep, or fell unconscious, he wasn't sure, but whichever it was it was better than being awake.
-
Sherlock awoke, exhausted still, his body feeling heavy, he moved under crisp sheets, he sat up slowly, rubbing his head, how long had he been asleep, a few hours perhaps? He glanced right at a window, light was coming through the curtains, it was day, then, so maybe he'd been asleep for the whole night, but where was he?
He climbed off of the bed and stood up, he instantly fell back down onto the bed, heady dizzy, he waited for the room to stop spinning and stood again, bracing himself on the head of the bed, he walked towards the door, pushing it open gently and walking into a pretty bare livingroom, shiny wooden floors, a couch and a TV, and through a door opposite him a kitchen, the door open.
Moriarty looked up from his conversation, seeing Sherlock in the bedroom doorway, and then there was someone else, Sherlock didn't recognise them, he was slightly taller than himself, dark hair, stubble, well built but slim, lean like himself.
'Who're you?' Sherlock asked, frowning, and the room spun again, he was caught in strong arms, holding him up, and he noticed then that some of the wooden floorboards were darker, and between them was- 'There's blood on your floor.' Sherlock screwed up his eyes, trying to concentrate, he wanted to be awake and aware and a lot less sick, he was in a strange house and he didn't know who the man was who was holding him up.
His eyes widened when he was thrown over the shoulder of the man in front of him, he frowned, confused 'I'm upside down.'
'You were right about him, Jim.' the man called as he walked into the bedroom with Sherlock slung over his shoulder, his voice was deep, gravelly 'Sharp as a pin.'
Sherlock was thrown back down onto the bed, the mattress made him bounce, and the room spun so much he felt like throwing up, he curled up, shivering, and the sheets were thrown back over him.
'Go back to sleep.'
Sherlock nodded, agreeing with the voice above him, sleeping sounded good, sleeping sounded very good, and he wondered why, just as he fell back into a deep sleep, why he woken up in the first place.
-
'Are you sure about him?'
'Mm.'
'Why? Why him? Out of everyone, wouldn't it be easier to pick someone with even a little inclination towards crime?'
'He's me. He's just like me, the only difference being that he's protective, he cares about people. He's the me that would give his life for his friends. I know, I know. Boring. Ordinary. But he's not ordinary. He's just like me.'
'But... him? He's, what did you say? On the side of the Angels.'
'Yes. And I want to see him fall.'
'You already did.'
'No, no. Not from Bartholomews, not from out of everyone's good books, I want to bring him over to our side. With Sherlock on my side, Seb, I could rule the world.'
'You don't want to rule the world. You don't care about any of that.'
'No.'
'You just want him.'
'Ruling the world with him.'
'And where does that leave me?'
'Where you've always been, Seb. Right beside me.'
Sherlock opened his eyes sleepily, Moriarty's hands were in his immediate view, Moriarty was leaning on his elbow, half sitting up, he felt someone behind him, who could only be Seb, also sitting up. Despite this, he was relaxed, too relaxed, he knew, but then he'd been sick, his body was tired. Moriarty's right hand moved, ran down the side of his face, pulling his hair back out of his eyes 'Stop that.' he said softly.
'You owe me a favour.' Moriarty said, staring down at him.
'Mmm...' Sherlock rolled over onto his back, still so tired, and stared up at Seb, he vaguely remembered him from earlier, dark hair, stubble, handsome, tall, muscled 'We weren't introduced.'
'Sebastian Moran.' Seb said, staring down at Sherlock 'And I can see why he likes you.'
'It's what's behind the pretty face.' Moriarty tapped Sherlock's forehead gently 'Here.'
'How did you know there was blood on my floor?' Sebastian asked 'I scrub that floor for hours every time I get it bloody.'
'Faint smell of bleach, light patches everywhere instead of dark, so it must be a lot of blood,' Sherlock closed his eyes again 'Dark residue between the cracks that no doubt you couldn't get rid of, you'd have to use a nail brush to get that out. Exactly how many people have you bled on that floor?'
'A lot.'
'Mm. Ex army, dishonourably discharged, sniper.'
Sebastian rolled his eyes 'You're so alike. Are you going to tell me how you knew?'
'I'll leave it to James...' Sherlock sighed 'I'm going back to sleep.'
'Your old army boots are sitting by the door,' Moriarty said 'A photo of you with your regiment on the bedside table behind you, your right index finger is calloused, and anyone happy enough to let people bleed out on his floor could only have been dishonourably discharged.'
'You didn't tell him?' Seb asked.
Moriarty grinned.
'You're perfect for each other.' Seb smirked 'What are you going to do if you can't turn him?'
Moriarty stared down at Sherlock, he'd fallen back to sleep already, he wasn't surprised 'I might just keep him anyway.'
'I think you could very easily drive him insane.' Seb said.
'Mmm.' Moriarty smiled 'I won't rule it out.'
-
Sherlock was sat in the kitchen at the table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, feeling completely back to normal if a little hungry, he hadn't wanted to help himself to food, though, he knew it wouldn't be long till Sebastian and Moriarty woke, and he wasn't entirely sure what would happen when they did.
He knew what would have happened, if Moriarty had left him in the cold that night, with a cold and a bad fever, he might have died. He wasn't sure he could have got himself to a hospital even if he had made it till morning. Moriarty had saved his life, but he didn't need to ask why, he already knew. As if he'd ever wondered, last nights conversation between Moriarty and Seb had cleared things up.
So what would come next? How did Moriarty intend to get Sherlock to join his side voluntarily? Or even by force? He didn't know, and he almost didn't want to know. Moriarty still had Sebastian, a loyal sharp shooter, he still had a weapon up his sleeve, he was still dangerous.
The bedroom door opened, Sherlock looked up as Sebastian stepped through, looking alert, and surprised, his eyes fell on Sherlock and he seemed to relax, he thought Sherlock had run. Well, that wasn't too much of a leap.
Sherlock stared back down at the paper, there was nothing about him or Moriarty in it, people were starting to forget, good.
'When did you wake up?' Sebastian asked, walking into the kitchen.
'A couple of hours ago.' Sherlock said, turning the page 'I thought James would ask me to join him in the shower before he got in.'
Seb rolled his eyes, used to being around someone who always seemed to know everything even when they were in a different room 'He said you'd join him.'
Sherlock put his coffee down on the table, folded the paper and put it beside the coffee, and walked out of the kitchen, back through the livingroom, into the bedroom and stepped into the bathroom.
'I tried to tell Seb you wouldn't leave.' Moriarty said, he turned to face Sherlock under the shower, he spat water at him 'You're too interested to know how I might talk you into joining me.'
'What makes you think I'll join you in the shower?' Sherlock asked, changing the subject.
Moriarty smiled, he leaned back against the tiles and gave Sherlock his best come hither look.
Sherlock gave Moriarty a very unimpressed look.
'You owe me a favour.' Moriarty said.
'You want sex, not a shower together.' Sherlock said.
'Fine.' Moriarty said 'We need to leave soon.'
'That'll work.' Sherlock said, stepping out of the pyjamas that he definitely didn't remember putting on himself and stepped into the shower, Moriarty moved aside so that he could get under the water and wet his hair.
'I think you owe me more than one favour, Sherlock.' Moriarty said 'After everything I did for you two nights ago.'
Sherlock glanced at Moriarty, he picked up the bottle of shampoo and ran a glob of it through his hair, he didn't want to reply, he didn't want to owe Moriarty two favours, that was two too many.
'Or did you not want to be saved?'
'I'm still surprised you did, after everything.' Sherlock said, washing his hair 'You spent so long trying to destroy me, and now you're saving me.'
'Now I know exactly who you are and what you're capable of I want you on my side, I want you.' Moriarty said 'While you're alive you're useful to me. I don't want you dead.'
'I'm touched.'
'You will be.' Moriarty smirked 'Two favours, hm... What will I ask for.'
'You've already asked for sex, and we've agreed on that.' Sherlock said.
'So maybe with the other favour I should ask for more.' Moriarty said, as Sherlock stepped back under the water 'Maybe... Love?'
Sherlock swept his hair back, turning his head to look at him, he was considering Moriarty, wondering what he'd ask for, and surprised he'd mentioned love. He hadn't thought Moriarty was capable.
'Loyalty?' Moriarty asked and leaned in against Sherlock, just out of the water 'Or a relationship?'
'That's a little more than a favour.' Sherlock said.
'What would you ask for?'
Sherlock narrowed his eyes, turning back to the matter at hand, he washed the bubbles out of his hair and then picked up the shower gel, and a sponge. He started washing himself, trying to keep his mouth shut, he knew exactly what he'd ask for, and it was the one thing he didn't want to give him.
Moriarty ran a finger through the bubbles down Sherlock's spine and down, stopping just above his arse, he stepped in against him, so close 'What. Would you. Ask for?'
'You already know.' Sherlock said, as Moriarty's finger ran lower, over his skin, and it took everything he had not to tense or move away.
'I want to hear it from you.'
Sherlock clenched his jaw 'Do you want me now, James?'
'Do I need to be more obvious?' Moriarty asked softly 'If you give me the answer I might stop.'
'Trust.' Sherlock said, finally 'I'd ask you for your trust.'
Moriarty ran his finger back up Sherlock's spine, making him shiver, Sherlock closed his eyes, he felt lips press against the corner of his mouth 'Give me your trust.'
'I really don't think I can-'
'I saved your life. Give me,' Moriarty said darkly, against Sherlock's lips 'Your. Trust.'
Sherlock stared down at Moriarty, looking a little too helpless 'Trust needs to be earn-'
'I saved your life!' Moriarty yelled in Sherlock's face, his eyes dark, menacing, he moved away from him, looking frustrated 'Is it too much to ask? Is it?' he leaned back against the tiles, his expression changing again, emotionless 'Don't disappoint me.'
'You're asking for my trust.' Sherlock said 'My absolute trust.'
'I run, you follow, I tell you I'll watch your back, you don't look for the knife in my sleeve, I say, drink this, it has absolutely no cyanide in it and you drink it up.'
Sherlock blinked once, twice, this was too much, this was-
'Trust me, Sherlock.'
Sherlock closed his eyes, he couldn't remember the last time someone had asked so much of him, this was terrible and terrifying and so, so dangerous. He opened his eyes, stared opposite him, at Moriarty, and gave him a nod. He had no other choice, Moriarty had saved his life, and he had a feeling that if he'd said no something bad might have happened to him. Gaining Sherlock's trust was no doubt the first thing on Moriarty's list to win him over, he wasn't sure what was next but he wasn't looking forward to it.
As long as Moriarty wanted him, he was safe.
-
They left Sebastian's flat not long later, and were back on the streets, Moriarty stole a purse from a Japanese tourist too easily, and they had lunch, and later dinner in an expensive café, she's been carrying a lot of cash with her, and so they'd eaten well, lucky for Sherlock as he was still recovering from the bad fever he'd suffered.
It was evening now and they were scouting for somewhere to sleep, they were near Molly's flat, and Sherlock couldn't help but walk towards it, he knew there were places in the area that would suit them perfectly, but he wanted to see her, as much as he tried to ignore the pull he wanted to see her face.
'This is stupid, Sherlock, you can't spend too much time with little Miss Hooper.' Moriarty said teasingly 'People will start noticing you.'
Sherlock narrowed his eyes at the street they were on 'I suppose not.' he said, and added offhandedly, and quietly 'Too dangerous...'
They both froze when they heard a scream, and then a muffled cry. Moriarty glanced at Sherlock, judging his reaction, a second later and Sherlock was halfway down the street, Moriarty chased after him, struggling to keep up with Sherlock's long legs.
The noise had passed, there were no more screams, and that made it so much worse. Sherlock's heart was pounding in his chest, beating too fast, he skidded to a stop beside an alleyway a few streets over from where he and Moriarty had originally been, and saw red.
There was a man stood in the alleyway, tall, well built, dark haired, blood streaming from his nose, and before him, pinned against the wall, her skirt ripped, her bottom lip bloody, was little Molly Hooper, looking desperate, her eyes wide. She turned those big, wide, tear filled eyes to Sherlock, and before she had even managed a beseeching look the man who had been holding her had a broken wrist, a broken jaw, and was falling towards the floor in a cloud of pain.
Sherlock was on top of him a second later, driving his fists into the man's ribs, his face, leaving him broken and bloody, a few minutes later he stood back up, shaking out his right wrist, his knuckles bloody, he turned to Molly, still upset, tears in her eyes, she looked like she was about to burst into tears.
Beside Molly stood Moriarty, grinning at Sherlock, the look of pure lust in his eyes a little unnerving, and not just lust, adoration. Sherlock had blood on his hands, his face, and it wasn't his own. There was a reason, one of many, why Moriarty liked Sebastian so much, and now Sherlock and Seb had this in common.
Sherlock took Molly's face in his hands, careful not to smear blood on her face, it was all on the backs of his hands luckily 'Molly, Molly, look at me.' he said softly 'Focus.'
Molly stared up at him, trying not to cry 'He came out of nowhere, I just-'
'You broke his nose.' Sherlock smirked at her 'That's my girl.'
Molly gave Sherlock a very teary smile.
Sherlock ran his thumb over Molly's bloody lip 'Call Scotland Yard, ask for Lestrade, it was dark, you didn't see the man who saved you, alright?'
'You can't stay.' Molly said, and her voice finally started to shake.
'Oh don't worry, he's not waking up anytime soon.' Moriarty said, looking pleased crouched beside the unconscious man laying on the ground.
'You're safe.' Sherlock said 'Now, Molly Hooper, call the police, and help them put this criminal in prison where he belongs.' he said it plainly, if she was in shock she might need to have it spelled out to her so that it would sink in, and this was important.
Molly nodded, starting to look confident again 'Alright. Yes.' she nodded.
Sherlock gave her a big smile 'I'll see you again soon.'
Molly nodded 'Okay.' she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Sherlock's lips, he kissed back, brief, and they stepped back, as Sherlock headed back towards the road.
'James.' Sherlock called.
'You broke his jaw.' Moriarty said, standing up and smiling excitedly over at him.
'Now, please.' Sherlock said sternly.
Moriarty hurried over to him, taking Sherlock's hand and running down the street, pulling him behind him, in the best mood Sherlock had ever seen him in.
Molly stared after him, she called the police, walked over to the man laying unconscious on the ground and kicked him in his side, the fear had subsided, now she was angry 'Bastard.' she growled as the person on the other end of the line picked up 'Oh, no! Not you!' she apologized hurriedly.
-
Moriarty dragged Sherlock into a hotel room not far away, he'd known one in particular, with a room with a window that opened into a dark alleyway, which was never used because it was too small, and the hotel was too cheap. He had barely managed to pick the lock, so excited to get Sherlock inside, but finally the door had clicked open. They were leaned back against the door now, kissing deeply, hurriedly, Moriarty pulled Sherlock's coat off and flung it on the floor.
'Slow down.' Sherlock said, trying to calm him, Moriarty bit his lip gently, he kissed him again, drawing him in. Sherlock leaned back as much as he could pressed against the door 'James.' he said sternly.
'Don't think I won't gag you.' Moriarty said, moving down to kiss Sherlock's neck, he undid Sherlock's jeans and slipped his hand into the front.
Sherlock gasped, putting his hands on Moriarty's hips and trying very hard not to thrust into his grip, Moriarty's lips were still on his neck, one of his favourite places to be kissed, this felt much too good to continue arguing against.
It took him five more minutes of kissing and stroking to remember he had blood on his hands 'James-' Sherlock gasped, arching his back against the door 'James, the blood.'
'Oh, the blood.' Moriarty grinned against Sherlock's neck and bit his earlobe, enough to make it bleed 'I didn't think you could, but I was wrong.' he pulled his hands out of Sherlock's jeans and licked two of his fingers, he saw Sherlock shiver and watched him like a hawk.
'Now?' Sherlock whispered.
'Definitely, now.' Moriarty said, and kissed him again, thrusting his tongue into Sherlock's mouth, and Sherlock didn't fight him, he'd stopped fighting him when Moriarty had grabbed his hand, and they had run down the street together, Moriarty grinning like a madman. He'd known then, Moriarty had been excited by the sight of Sherlock beating the life out of the man who had attacked Molly, he'd enjoyed the violence, and the fact that it was Sherlock.
Sherlock breathed in sharply, noisily, his lips on Moriarty's as he felt fingers slide inside of him, it hurt, and it was uncomfortable, unusual, Moriarty pulled out of the kiss, watching his face closely, staring into his eyes. Sherlock gasped, let out a huff of breath, he leaned in against Moriarty, catching his top lip with his own, and pulling him back into a kiss. He didn't like to be watched.
'I was wrong on two counts.' Moriarty said softly, digging his fingers in deeper, searching.
'Oh?' Sherlock asked, and the word came out in a huff of air, his breathing had sped and he hadn't compensated, he changed it now, breathing in deeply, trying to keep calm, but his heart was picking up pace again.
'When I found out you'd slept with Molly I said I couldn't call you The Virgin anymore...' Moriarty said softly, leaning back to look into Sherlock's eyes, and his face was emotionless again, he was calmer now 'I was wrong.'
Sherlock shuddered, letting out a sudden moan, Moriarty had found just the right spot inside of him, and was now mercilessly rubbing his fingers over it 'Wait,' Sherlock said, breathless 'Stop-'
'Hush,' Moriarty pressed himself up against Sherlock, pressing him against the door, he kissed along his jaw and whispered against his ear 'Relax.' he nuzzled the side of Sherlock's face 'Spreading your legs some more wouldn't hurt, either.'
Sherlock spread his legs, and gasped a moment later, cringing, two fingers had been uncomfortable, three painful, four was pushing it, but as soon as Moriarty found that spot inside him it felt good again, he moaned and Moriarty's kissed him, swallowing the sound and the desperate noises that followed it.
Minutes passed, Sherlock's breathing was ragged, tousling Moriarty's hair as Moriarty kissed his neck, sucking hard against his skin and leaving bruises behind. Sherlock closed his eyes as his orgasm hit him, he moaned, arching his back against the door as bliss ran through him, washing away all of his cares.
Sherlock felt Moriarty pull his hand out of his jeans, take his hand and pull him to the bed, he felt heavy, sated, he'd thought he'd only feel like this with Molly, surely it would only be this good with someone you loved. He pulled his t-shirt off, Moriarty had already pulled his jumper off, though he wasn't sure when. He was pushed back onto the bed, he kicked his boots off, and then Moriarty was on top of him, kissing him, and undoing the last of the buttons on his jeans.
Sherlock's back was on the bed, his legs off of the end, Moriarty was leaned over him, his feet on the floor, nuzzling his neck.
'I've been wanting to do this for so long.' Moriarty said against Sherlock's lips, working Sherlock's jeans off 'So long...' he kissed him, as he raised Sherlock's legs, he held himself to Sherlock's entrance 'This is going to hurt.' there was no pause, he thrust inside, holding onto Sherlock's hips, making sure he couldn't move away.
Sherlock cried out, arching his back against the mattress, his hands catching in the sheets, holding on tight, Moriarty built up a rhythm and slowly, slowly it began to feel better, to stop hurting and start feeling good.
'I decided, after I met you,' Moriarty said, his lips just above Sherlock's 'That if I was going to hurt you, it would be like this.'
'I'm not above gagging you.' Sherlock said, his breathing heavy, he felt Moriarty change his angle slightly and thrust in again, Sherlock's head went back as he moaned, loud, Moriarty had found just the right spot inside of him again, and the tip of his cock was now running over it with each thrust.
'I'd love to see you try.' Moriarty grinned and caught Sherlock's lips again, forcing Sherlock to moan into his mouth, making him grin. He sped up above him, he loved seeing how wide he could make Sherlock's eyes, they were beautiful and big and dark due to the lack of light. He'd never seen eyes like his before, eyes that picked up whatever colour was closest and adopted it, maybe his eyes were dark now not due to the lack of light, but because of his own dark eyes. He leaned in, staring down into those two dark orbs, that slight imperfection in the right that proved Sherlock was Human.
'What?' Sherlock whispered, staring up at Moriarty, frowning.
'You're surprisingly flexible.' Moriarty said, smirking, and thrust into Sherlock harder.
Sherlock moved up the bed with the force of the thrust, gasping, his breath catching, he felt Moriarty's hands tighten on his hips to keep him in place, nails biting into his skin 'That's- that's not what you-' he moaned, and the thin hotel sheets in his right hand ripped, neither of them paid any attention.
'The colour of your eyes is rare,' Moriarty said against Sherlock's neck, his breathing heavy 'And there's an imperfection in your right... eye...'
'Yes.' Sherlock said simply, obviously he already knew, had always known, had been told constantly 'So...?'
'I like it.' Moriarty said, close now, his breathing ragged against Sherlock's ear, he was losing his rhythm, and he could see it in Sherlock too, his moans sounded desperate now, just a few more thrusts would bring them both.
'James!' Sherlock said, softly, as they came together, Moriarty tried to keep up a rhythm, drawing it out, making it last, as Sherlock bucked beneath him, as passion raced through them, and then, slowly, surely, it passed, and they were left laying together on the bed in the small hotel room, their heavy breathing the only sound in the dark.
-
Sherlock kissed the top of Molly's head, she was curled up in bed, fast asleep, relaxed and recovered 'We're staying here tonight.' he whispered, looking across the bed at Moriarty.
Moriarty rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically again. He was good at the dramatics. He started getting undressed, glaring over at Sherlock, clearly unhappy about the decision.
Sherlock crouched down beside the bed and kissed Molly gently on the lips, he rubbed his nose against hers and she opened her eyes, staring at him sleepily.
'You came back.' Molly smiled 'I hoped you would.'
'Just until morning.' Sherlock said and kissed Molly's lips gently again 'Go back to sleep, I'll be here.'
'And Moriarty?' Molly asked, waking up a little more, fear pushing the tiredness away.
'You're safe.' Moriarty said, climbing out of his jeans and looking around for a pair of Molly's pyjama trousers, he picked up a baby blue pair covered in kitty paw prints and pulled them on.
Molly stared over at him, she knew she was supposed to be afraid of him, but right now, having survived a rapist, and now half asleep, watching him pull on her cute pyjamas, she was having a hard time caring too much. She turned back to Sherlock and nodded 'I love you.'
Sherlock smiled 'I love you too, my Molly.' he kissed her again before standing back up and getting undressed, as Moriarty walked around the bed to him.
'If you and I ever have a falling out, Sherlock...' Moriarty said against Sherlock's throat 'I know just where to hit you.'
'Then I'll make sure we never have a falling out.' Sherlock said softly above Moriarty's lips.
'I don't know how you manage to be so un-ordinary and love at the same time.' Moriarty said, staring down at Molly, standing close to Sherlock 'And how do you do it, love her?' he sneered 'When you know how interested I am in you?' he turned back to Sherlock 'Hm?'
Sherlock rubbed his nose against Moriarty's, the same way he'd done to Molly 'I'm extraordinary, darling.' he smirked.
Moriarty smirked back, he walked back to the bed and climbed under the covers as Sherlock got undressed, folding his clothes before he changed into the pyjama trousers he'd given Molly, and climbed onto the bed between Molly and Moriarty, under the quilt. He cuddled up close to Molly, breathing her in and relaxing against her.
Molly moved slightly, still asleep, moving easily back into Sherlock's warm body.
Sherlock sighed against her hair, he felt Moriarty move behind him, cuddle up against his back and settle, and this time it didn't bother him, he wasn't afraid, and he knew that he should be, Moriarty was dangerous, he couldn't be trusted, but right now, half asleep, so tired, after a long day and a bad shock, all any of them wanted to do was cuddle up and sleep, the psychopath, the sociopath, and the pathologist.
Tomorrow was a new day.
-
End
'Something wrong?'
'I'm fine.' Sherlock said quietly, sniffling as they walked along towards Oxford Street.
'You don't look it.' Moriarty said, taking Sherlock's arm in his, both of them had their hands in their pockets because of the cold 'You look pale.'
'I always look pale.' Sherlock said quietly.
'Mm.' Moriarty shrugged, looking away for a few minutes, but he turned back to him after a while 'Breakfast?'
'As soon as I spot someone...' Sherlock trailed off, scanning the small amount of people on the streets, he was finding it hard to focus, he held a hand to his face and sneezed once, twice.
'Leave it to me today.' Moriarty said, looking Sherlock up and down 'I don't think you're up to it.'
'Don't be ridiculous.' Sherlock said, sniffling again.
'Believe me, today.' Moriarty said, giving Sherlock a stern look, not dark, not scary, simply authoritative 'Let me buy us breakfast today, and lunch, and dinner, and maybe I'll finally be able to shag you.'
Sherlock sighed with exasperation, looking away 'Good luck.'
'Thank you.' Moriarty grinned, glancing sideways at Sherlock 'I think I'll need it.'
-
'You look worse.' Moriarty said 'You need to eat something.'
'I'm fine.' Sherlock said with frustration 'And why would you care, anyway?' he glared at Moriarty angrily.
'I finally get to spend some quality time with you, darling, and you go and get sick. I can't have you dying before I get you into bed, or at the very least a dark alley.'
'Do you have to be so crass?' Sherlock sighed, sitting down on the bench beside them and covering his head with his arms.
'If you're going to vomit try to avoid your boots.' Moriarty said, biting into his burger as he walked along past Sherlock, turning on his toes and then pacing back past him again.
'Stop pacing.' Sherlock groaned.
Moriarty sighed dramatically and dropped down onto the bench beside Sherlock 'You're such a drag.'
'And stop talking.' Sherlock said quietly.
Moriarty rolled his eyes and stared down at Sherlock 'There's a walk in centre a few blocks away.'
'Shut up.' Sherlock grumbled.
'Maybe you should try to sleep.' Moriarty suggested.
Sherlock nodded, but he didn't move.
Moriarty finished his burger, he screwed the paper up, threw it in the bin and jumped up off of the bench, he took Sherlock's right hand in his and tugged gently 'Come on, I'll find us a nice warm, comfy bridge to sleep under.'
Sherlock let Moriarty pull him up slowly, he really didn't feel well, and he felt much too hot, he let Moriarty keep a hold of his hand and lead him, he felt dizzy, and laying down sounded like a really good idea right now.
They finally found a bridge just ten minutes later that was suitable, it was already late at night, Sherlock laid down, and Moriarty curled up beside him, facing him, he kissed the corner of Sherlock's mouth gently.
Sherlock fell to sleep a few minutes later, shivering but feeling too warm, Moriarty's even breathing against his face.
-
'Wake up, Sherlock. Wake up.'
Sherlock opened his eyes, shivering uncontrollably, feeling much too hot, Moriarty's hand was pressed against his forehead.
'You're on fire.' Moriarty said 'You've got a fever.'
'I'm f-fi-'
'Shut up.' Moriarty said angrily 'You're not as immortal as you think you are. You don't get sick very often, do you?' he sighed heavily, looking about 'Let's see if we can find a cab.'
Sherlock curled up, shivering as he fell back to sleep, or fell unconscious, he wasn't sure, but whichever it was it was better than being awake.
-
Sherlock awoke, exhausted still, his body feeling heavy, he moved under crisp sheets, he sat up slowly, rubbing his head, how long had he been asleep, a few hours perhaps? He glanced right at a window, light was coming through the curtains, it was day, then, so maybe he'd been asleep for the whole night, but where was he?
He climbed off of the bed and stood up, he instantly fell back down onto the bed, heady dizzy, he waited for the room to stop spinning and stood again, bracing himself on the head of the bed, he walked towards the door, pushing it open gently and walking into a pretty bare livingroom, shiny wooden floors, a couch and a TV, and through a door opposite him a kitchen, the door open.
Moriarty looked up from his conversation, seeing Sherlock in the bedroom doorway, and then there was someone else, Sherlock didn't recognise them, he was slightly taller than himself, dark hair, stubble, well built but slim, lean like himself.
'Who're you?' Sherlock asked, frowning, and the room spun again, he was caught in strong arms, holding him up, and he noticed then that some of the wooden floorboards were darker, and between them was- 'There's blood on your floor.' Sherlock screwed up his eyes, trying to concentrate, he wanted to be awake and aware and a lot less sick, he was in a strange house and he didn't know who the man was who was holding him up.
His eyes widened when he was thrown over the shoulder of the man in front of him, he frowned, confused 'I'm upside down.'
'You were right about him, Jim.' the man called as he walked into the bedroom with Sherlock slung over his shoulder, his voice was deep, gravelly 'Sharp as a pin.'
Sherlock was thrown back down onto the bed, the mattress made him bounce, and the room spun so much he felt like throwing up, he curled up, shivering, and the sheets were thrown back over him.
'Go back to sleep.'
Sherlock nodded, agreeing with the voice above him, sleeping sounded good, sleeping sounded very good, and he wondered why, just as he fell back into a deep sleep, why he woken up in the first place.
-
'Are you sure about him?'
'Mm.'
'Why? Why him? Out of everyone, wouldn't it be easier to pick someone with even a little inclination towards crime?'
'He's me. He's just like me, the only difference being that he's protective, he cares about people. He's the me that would give his life for his friends. I know, I know. Boring. Ordinary. But he's not ordinary. He's just like me.'
'But... him? He's, what did you say? On the side of the Angels.'
'Yes. And I want to see him fall.'
'You already did.'
'No, no. Not from Bartholomews, not from out of everyone's good books, I want to bring him over to our side. With Sherlock on my side, Seb, I could rule the world.'
'You don't want to rule the world. You don't care about any of that.'
'No.'
'You just want him.'
'Ruling the world with him.'
'And where does that leave me?'
'Where you've always been, Seb. Right beside me.'
Sherlock opened his eyes sleepily, Moriarty's hands were in his immediate view, Moriarty was leaning on his elbow, half sitting up, he felt someone behind him, who could only be Seb, also sitting up. Despite this, he was relaxed, too relaxed, he knew, but then he'd been sick, his body was tired. Moriarty's right hand moved, ran down the side of his face, pulling his hair back out of his eyes 'Stop that.' he said softly.
'You owe me a favour.' Moriarty said, staring down at him.
'Mmm...' Sherlock rolled over onto his back, still so tired, and stared up at Seb, he vaguely remembered him from earlier, dark hair, stubble, handsome, tall, muscled 'We weren't introduced.'
'Sebastian Moran.' Seb said, staring down at Sherlock 'And I can see why he likes you.'
'It's what's behind the pretty face.' Moriarty tapped Sherlock's forehead gently 'Here.'
'How did you know there was blood on my floor?' Sebastian asked 'I scrub that floor for hours every time I get it bloody.'
'Faint smell of bleach, light patches everywhere instead of dark, so it must be a lot of blood,' Sherlock closed his eyes again 'Dark residue between the cracks that no doubt you couldn't get rid of, you'd have to use a nail brush to get that out. Exactly how many people have you bled on that floor?'
'A lot.'
'Mm. Ex army, dishonourably discharged, sniper.'
Sebastian rolled his eyes 'You're so alike. Are you going to tell me how you knew?'
'I'll leave it to James...' Sherlock sighed 'I'm going back to sleep.'
'Your old army boots are sitting by the door,' Moriarty said 'A photo of you with your regiment on the bedside table behind you, your right index finger is calloused, and anyone happy enough to let people bleed out on his floor could only have been dishonourably discharged.'
'You didn't tell him?' Seb asked.
Moriarty grinned.
'You're perfect for each other.' Seb smirked 'What are you going to do if you can't turn him?'
Moriarty stared down at Sherlock, he'd fallen back to sleep already, he wasn't surprised 'I might just keep him anyway.'
'I think you could very easily drive him insane.' Seb said.
'Mmm.' Moriarty smiled 'I won't rule it out.'
-
Sherlock was sat in the kitchen at the table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, feeling completely back to normal if a little hungry, he hadn't wanted to help himself to food, though, he knew it wouldn't be long till Sebastian and Moriarty woke, and he wasn't entirely sure what would happen when they did.
He knew what would have happened, if Moriarty had left him in the cold that night, with a cold and a bad fever, he might have died. He wasn't sure he could have got himself to a hospital even if he had made it till morning. Moriarty had saved his life, but he didn't need to ask why, he already knew. As if he'd ever wondered, last nights conversation between Moriarty and Seb had cleared things up.
So what would come next? How did Moriarty intend to get Sherlock to join his side voluntarily? Or even by force? He didn't know, and he almost didn't want to know. Moriarty still had Sebastian, a loyal sharp shooter, he still had a weapon up his sleeve, he was still dangerous.
The bedroom door opened, Sherlock looked up as Sebastian stepped through, looking alert, and surprised, his eyes fell on Sherlock and he seemed to relax, he thought Sherlock had run. Well, that wasn't too much of a leap.
Sherlock stared back down at the paper, there was nothing about him or Moriarty in it, people were starting to forget, good.
'When did you wake up?' Sebastian asked, walking into the kitchen.
'A couple of hours ago.' Sherlock said, turning the page 'I thought James would ask me to join him in the shower before he got in.'
Seb rolled his eyes, used to being around someone who always seemed to know everything even when they were in a different room 'He said you'd join him.'
Sherlock put his coffee down on the table, folded the paper and put it beside the coffee, and walked out of the kitchen, back through the livingroom, into the bedroom and stepped into the bathroom.
'I tried to tell Seb you wouldn't leave.' Moriarty said, he turned to face Sherlock under the shower, he spat water at him 'You're too interested to know how I might talk you into joining me.'
'What makes you think I'll join you in the shower?' Sherlock asked, changing the subject.
Moriarty smiled, he leaned back against the tiles and gave Sherlock his best come hither look.
Sherlock gave Moriarty a very unimpressed look.
'You owe me a favour.' Moriarty said.
'You want sex, not a shower together.' Sherlock said.
'Fine.' Moriarty said 'We need to leave soon.'
'That'll work.' Sherlock said, stepping out of the pyjamas that he definitely didn't remember putting on himself and stepped into the shower, Moriarty moved aside so that he could get under the water and wet his hair.
'I think you owe me more than one favour, Sherlock.' Moriarty said 'After everything I did for you two nights ago.'
Sherlock glanced at Moriarty, he picked up the bottle of shampoo and ran a glob of it through his hair, he didn't want to reply, he didn't want to owe Moriarty two favours, that was two too many.
'Or did you not want to be saved?'
'I'm still surprised you did, after everything.' Sherlock said, washing his hair 'You spent so long trying to destroy me, and now you're saving me.'
'Now I know exactly who you are and what you're capable of I want you on my side, I want you.' Moriarty said 'While you're alive you're useful to me. I don't want you dead.'
'I'm touched.'
'You will be.' Moriarty smirked 'Two favours, hm... What will I ask for.'
'You've already asked for sex, and we've agreed on that.' Sherlock said.
'So maybe with the other favour I should ask for more.' Moriarty said, as Sherlock stepped back under the water 'Maybe... Love?'
Sherlock swept his hair back, turning his head to look at him, he was considering Moriarty, wondering what he'd ask for, and surprised he'd mentioned love. He hadn't thought Moriarty was capable.
'Loyalty?' Moriarty asked and leaned in against Sherlock, just out of the water 'Or a relationship?'
'That's a little more than a favour.' Sherlock said.
'What would you ask for?'
Sherlock narrowed his eyes, turning back to the matter at hand, he washed the bubbles out of his hair and then picked up the shower gel, and a sponge. He started washing himself, trying to keep his mouth shut, he knew exactly what he'd ask for, and it was the one thing he didn't want to give him.
Moriarty ran a finger through the bubbles down Sherlock's spine and down, stopping just above his arse, he stepped in against him, so close 'What. Would you. Ask for?'
'You already know.' Sherlock said, as Moriarty's finger ran lower, over his skin, and it took everything he had not to tense or move away.
'I want to hear it from you.'
Sherlock clenched his jaw 'Do you want me now, James?'
'Do I need to be more obvious?' Moriarty asked softly 'If you give me the answer I might stop.'
'Trust.' Sherlock said, finally 'I'd ask you for your trust.'
Moriarty ran his finger back up Sherlock's spine, making him shiver, Sherlock closed his eyes, he felt lips press against the corner of his mouth 'Give me your trust.'
'I really don't think I can-'
'I saved your life. Give me,' Moriarty said darkly, against Sherlock's lips 'Your. Trust.'
Sherlock stared down at Moriarty, looking a little too helpless 'Trust needs to be earn-'
'I saved your life!' Moriarty yelled in Sherlock's face, his eyes dark, menacing, he moved away from him, looking frustrated 'Is it too much to ask? Is it?' he leaned back against the tiles, his expression changing again, emotionless 'Don't disappoint me.'
'You're asking for my trust.' Sherlock said 'My absolute trust.'
'I run, you follow, I tell you I'll watch your back, you don't look for the knife in my sleeve, I say, drink this, it has absolutely no cyanide in it and you drink it up.'
Sherlock blinked once, twice, this was too much, this was-
'Trust me, Sherlock.'
Sherlock closed his eyes, he couldn't remember the last time someone had asked so much of him, this was terrible and terrifying and so, so dangerous. He opened his eyes, stared opposite him, at Moriarty, and gave him a nod. He had no other choice, Moriarty had saved his life, and he had a feeling that if he'd said no something bad might have happened to him. Gaining Sherlock's trust was no doubt the first thing on Moriarty's list to win him over, he wasn't sure what was next but he wasn't looking forward to it.
As long as Moriarty wanted him, he was safe.
-
They left Sebastian's flat not long later, and were back on the streets, Moriarty stole a purse from a Japanese tourist too easily, and they had lunch, and later dinner in an expensive café, she's been carrying a lot of cash with her, and so they'd eaten well, lucky for Sherlock as he was still recovering from the bad fever he'd suffered.
It was evening now and they were scouting for somewhere to sleep, they were near Molly's flat, and Sherlock couldn't help but walk towards it, he knew there were places in the area that would suit them perfectly, but he wanted to see her, as much as he tried to ignore the pull he wanted to see her face.
'This is stupid, Sherlock, you can't spend too much time with little Miss Hooper.' Moriarty said teasingly 'People will start noticing you.'
Sherlock narrowed his eyes at the street they were on 'I suppose not.' he said, and added offhandedly, and quietly 'Too dangerous...'
They both froze when they heard a scream, and then a muffled cry. Moriarty glanced at Sherlock, judging his reaction, a second later and Sherlock was halfway down the street, Moriarty chased after him, struggling to keep up with Sherlock's long legs.
The noise had passed, there were no more screams, and that made it so much worse. Sherlock's heart was pounding in his chest, beating too fast, he skidded to a stop beside an alleyway a few streets over from where he and Moriarty had originally been, and saw red.
There was a man stood in the alleyway, tall, well built, dark haired, blood streaming from his nose, and before him, pinned against the wall, her skirt ripped, her bottom lip bloody, was little Molly Hooper, looking desperate, her eyes wide. She turned those big, wide, tear filled eyes to Sherlock, and before she had even managed a beseeching look the man who had been holding her had a broken wrist, a broken jaw, and was falling towards the floor in a cloud of pain.
Sherlock was on top of him a second later, driving his fists into the man's ribs, his face, leaving him broken and bloody, a few minutes later he stood back up, shaking out his right wrist, his knuckles bloody, he turned to Molly, still upset, tears in her eyes, she looked like she was about to burst into tears.
Beside Molly stood Moriarty, grinning at Sherlock, the look of pure lust in his eyes a little unnerving, and not just lust, adoration. Sherlock had blood on his hands, his face, and it wasn't his own. There was a reason, one of many, why Moriarty liked Sebastian so much, and now Sherlock and Seb had this in common.
Sherlock took Molly's face in his hands, careful not to smear blood on her face, it was all on the backs of his hands luckily 'Molly, Molly, look at me.' he said softly 'Focus.'
Molly stared up at him, trying not to cry 'He came out of nowhere, I just-'
'You broke his nose.' Sherlock smirked at her 'That's my girl.'
Molly gave Sherlock a very teary smile.
Sherlock ran his thumb over Molly's bloody lip 'Call Scotland Yard, ask for Lestrade, it was dark, you didn't see the man who saved you, alright?'
'You can't stay.' Molly said, and her voice finally started to shake.
'Oh don't worry, he's not waking up anytime soon.' Moriarty said, looking pleased crouched beside the unconscious man laying on the ground.
'You're safe.' Sherlock said 'Now, Molly Hooper, call the police, and help them put this criminal in prison where he belongs.' he said it plainly, if she was in shock she might need to have it spelled out to her so that it would sink in, and this was important.
Molly nodded, starting to look confident again 'Alright. Yes.' she nodded.
Sherlock gave her a big smile 'I'll see you again soon.'
Molly nodded 'Okay.' she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Sherlock's lips, he kissed back, brief, and they stepped back, as Sherlock headed back towards the road.
'James.' Sherlock called.
'You broke his jaw.' Moriarty said, standing up and smiling excitedly over at him.
'Now, please.' Sherlock said sternly.
Moriarty hurried over to him, taking Sherlock's hand and running down the street, pulling him behind him, in the best mood Sherlock had ever seen him in.
Molly stared after him, she called the police, walked over to the man laying unconscious on the ground and kicked him in his side, the fear had subsided, now she was angry 'Bastard.' she growled as the person on the other end of the line picked up 'Oh, no! Not you!' she apologized hurriedly.
-
Moriarty dragged Sherlock into a hotel room not far away, he'd known one in particular, with a room with a window that opened into a dark alleyway, which was never used because it was too small, and the hotel was too cheap. He had barely managed to pick the lock, so excited to get Sherlock inside, but finally the door had clicked open. They were leaned back against the door now, kissing deeply, hurriedly, Moriarty pulled Sherlock's coat off and flung it on the floor.
'Slow down.' Sherlock said, trying to calm him, Moriarty bit his lip gently, he kissed him again, drawing him in. Sherlock leaned back as much as he could pressed against the door 'James.' he said sternly.
'Don't think I won't gag you.' Moriarty said, moving down to kiss Sherlock's neck, he undid Sherlock's jeans and slipped his hand into the front.
Sherlock gasped, putting his hands on Moriarty's hips and trying very hard not to thrust into his grip, Moriarty's lips were still on his neck, one of his favourite places to be kissed, this felt much too good to continue arguing against.
It took him five more minutes of kissing and stroking to remember he had blood on his hands 'James-' Sherlock gasped, arching his back against the door 'James, the blood.'
'Oh, the blood.' Moriarty grinned against Sherlock's neck and bit his earlobe, enough to make it bleed 'I didn't think you could, but I was wrong.' he pulled his hands out of Sherlock's jeans and licked two of his fingers, he saw Sherlock shiver and watched him like a hawk.
'Now?' Sherlock whispered.
'Definitely, now.' Moriarty said, and kissed him again, thrusting his tongue into Sherlock's mouth, and Sherlock didn't fight him, he'd stopped fighting him when Moriarty had grabbed his hand, and they had run down the street together, Moriarty grinning like a madman. He'd known then, Moriarty had been excited by the sight of Sherlock beating the life out of the man who had attacked Molly, he'd enjoyed the violence, and the fact that it was Sherlock.
Sherlock breathed in sharply, noisily, his lips on Moriarty's as he felt fingers slide inside of him, it hurt, and it was uncomfortable, unusual, Moriarty pulled out of the kiss, watching his face closely, staring into his eyes. Sherlock gasped, let out a huff of breath, he leaned in against Moriarty, catching his top lip with his own, and pulling him back into a kiss. He didn't like to be watched.
'I was wrong on two counts.' Moriarty said softly, digging his fingers in deeper, searching.
'Oh?' Sherlock asked, and the word came out in a huff of air, his breathing had sped and he hadn't compensated, he changed it now, breathing in deeply, trying to keep calm, but his heart was picking up pace again.
'When I found out you'd slept with Molly I said I couldn't call you The Virgin anymore...' Moriarty said softly, leaning back to look into Sherlock's eyes, and his face was emotionless again, he was calmer now 'I was wrong.'
Sherlock shuddered, letting out a sudden moan, Moriarty had found just the right spot inside of him, and was now mercilessly rubbing his fingers over it 'Wait,' Sherlock said, breathless 'Stop-'
'Hush,' Moriarty pressed himself up against Sherlock, pressing him against the door, he kissed along his jaw and whispered against his ear 'Relax.' he nuzzled the side of Sherlock's face 'Spreading your legs some more wouldn't hurt, either.'
Sherlock spread his legs, and gasped a moment later, cringing, two fingers had been uncomfortable, three painful, four was pushing it, but as soon as Moriarty found that spot inside him it felt good again, he moaned and Moriarty's kissed him, swallowing the sound and the desperate noises that followed it.
Minutes passed, Sherlock's breathing was ragged, tousling Moriarty's hair as Moriarty kissed his neck, sucking hard against his skin and leaving bruises behind. Sherlock closed his eyes as his orgasm hit him, he moaned, arching his back against the door as bliss ran through him, washing away all of his cares.
Sherlock felt Moriarty pull his hand out of his jeans, take his hand and pull him to the bed, he felt heavy, sated, he'd thought he'd only feel like this with Molly, surely it would only be this good with someone you loved. He pulled his t-shirt off, Moriarty had already pulled his jumper off, though he wasn't sure when. He was pushed back onto the bed, he kicked his boots off, and then Moriarty was on top of him, kissing him, and undoing the last of the buttons on his jeans.
Sherlock's back was on the bed, his legs off of the end, Moriarty was leaned over him, his feet on the floor, nuzzling his neck.
'I've been wanting to do this for so long.' Moriarty said against Sherlock's lips, working Sherlock's jeans off 'So long...' he kissed him, as he raised Sherlock's legs, he held himself to Sherlock's entrance 'This is going to hurt.' there was no pause, he thrust inside, holding onto Sherlock's hips, making sure he couldn't move away.
Sherlock cried out, arching his back against the mattress, his hands catching in the sheets, holding on tight, Moriarty built up a rhythm and slowly, slowly it began to feel better, to stop hurting and start feeling good.
'I decided, after I met you,' Moriarty said, his lips just above Sherlock's 'That if I was going to hurt you, it would be like this.'
'I'm not above gagging you.' Sherlock said, his breathing heavy, he felt Moriarty change his angle slightly and thrust in again, Sherlock's head went back as he moaned, loud, Moriarty had found just the right spot inside of him again, and the tip of his cock was now running over it with each thrust.
'I'd love to see you try.' Moriarty grinned and caught Sherlock's lips again, forcing Sherlock to moan into his mouth, making him grin. He sped up above him, he loved seeing how wide he could make Sherlock's eyes, they were beautiful and big and dark due to the lack of light. He'd never seen eyes like his before, eyes that picked up whatever colour was closest and adopted it, maybe his eyes were dark now not due to the lack of light, but because of his own dark eyes. He leaned in, staring down into those two dark orbs, that slight imperfection in the right that proved Sherlock was Human.
'What?' Sherlock whispered, staring up at Moriarty, frowning.
'You're surprisingly flexible.' Moriarty said, smirking, and thrust into Sherlock harder.
Sherlock moved up the bed with the force of the thrust, gasping, his breath catching, he felt Moriarty's hands tighten on his hips to keep him in place, nails biting into his skin 'That's- that's not what you-' he moaned, and the thin hotel sheets in his right hand ripped, neither of them paid any attention.
'The colour of your eyes is rare,' Moriarty said against Sherlock's neck, his breathing heavy 'And there's an imperfection in your right... eye...'
'Yes.' Sherlock said simply, obviously he already knew, had always known, had been told constantly 'So...?'
'I like it.' Moriarty said, close now, his breathing ragged against Sherlock's ear, he was losing his rhythm, and he could see it in Sherlock too, his moans sounded desperate now, just a few more thrusts would bring them both.
'James!' Sherlock said, softly, as they came together, Moriarty tried to keep up a rhythm, drawing it out, making it last, as Sherlock bucked beneath him, as passion raced through them, and then, slowly, surely, it passed, and they were left laying together on the bed in the small hotel room, their heavy breathing the only sound in the dark.
-
Sherlock kissed the top of Molly's head, she was curled up in bed, fast asleep, relaxed and recovered 'We're staying here tonight.' he whispered, looking across the bed at Moriarty.
Moriarty rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically again. He was good at the dramatics. He started getting undressed, glaring over at Sherlock, clearly unhappy about the decision.
Sherlock crouched down beside the bed and kissed Molly gently on the lips, he rubbed his nose against hers and she opened her eyes, staring at him sleepily.
'You came back.' Molly smiled 'I hoped you would.'
'Just until morning.' Sherlock said and kissed Molly's lips gently again 'Go back to sleep, I'll be here.'
'And Moriarty?' Molly asked, waking up a little more, fear pushing the tiredness away.
'You're safe.' Moriarty said, climbing out of his jeans and looking around for a pair of Molly's pyjama trousers, he picked up a baby blue pair covered in kitty paw prints and pulled them on.
Molly stared over at him, she knew she was supposed to be afraid of him, but right now, having survived a rapist, and now half asleep, watching him pull on her cute pyjamas, she was having a hard time caring too much. She turned back to Sherlock and nodded 'I love you.'
Sherlock smiled 'I love you too, my Molly.' he kissed her again before standing back up and getting undressed, as Moriarty walked around the bed to him.
'If you and I ever have a falling out, Sherlock...' Moriarty said against Sherlock's throat 'I know just where to hit you.'
'Then I'll make sure we never have a falling out.' Sherlock said softly above Moriarty's lips.
'I don't know how you manage to be so un-ordinary and love at the same time.' Moriarty said, staring down at Molly, standing close to Sherlock 'And how do you do it, love her?' he sneered 'When you know how interested I am in you?' he turned back to Sherlock 'Hm?'
Sherlock rubbed his nose against Moriarty's, the same way he'd done to Molly 'I'm extraordinary, darling.' he smirked.
Moriarty smirked back, he walked back to the bed and climbed under the covers as Sherlock got undressed, folding his clothes before he changed into the pyjama trousers he'd given Molly, and climbed onto the bed between Molly and Moriarty, under the quilt. He cuddled up close to Molly, breathing her in and relaxing against her.
Molly moved slightly, still asleep, moving easily back into Sherlock's warm body.
Sherlock sighed against her hair, he felt Moriarty move behind him, cuddle up against his back and settle, and this time it didn't bother him, he wasn't afraid, and he knew that he should be, Moriarty was dangerous, he couldn't be trusted, but right now, half asleep, so tired, after a long day and a bad shock, all any of them wanted to do was cuddle up and sleep, the psychopath, the sociopath, and the pathologist.
Tomorrow was a new day.
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End