Sherlock lifted his head as the door to his office opened. He glanced at the clock, frowning softly. It was ten at night. It wasn't John. Was he in trouble? He turned to see Moriarty leaning in his doorway. His eyes widened and he choked slightly.
"H-How are you... You t-took a bullet.."
"You're not the only brains here, Holmes."
Sherlock shook his head.
"What do you need, Moriarty?"
"Sanctuary."
He nodded.
"I was just leaving. Come with me. I'll keep you safe."
Sherlock stood in his bathroom, washing his face. It'd been a rough day, quite a few bizarre cases. He could hear Moriarty moving about; the bed creaked as he stood.
"Hey, Sherlock?"
"Moriarty?"
He leaned in the bathroom doorway.
"Would you mind terribly if we shared a bed?"
Sherlock shook his head.
"That's fine by me."
Sherlock finished up and changed before watching Moriarty strip down. His eyes lingered on the shape of a soon to be six-pack, his eyebrow raising before he lay with his back to him. Moriarty lay in the bed and turned the lights off.
Sherlock awoke early the next morning, heading to get dressed. He heard Moriarty groan as he awoke. He was so bloody cute. He frowned as the thought ran through his head. Sherlock shook his head and then looked around the door.
"Coffee's downstairs."
Moriarty nodded and grinned sheepishly. Sherlock began shaving. He caught his skin and cursed, attempting to stop the bleeding. He stopped as Moriarty appeared in his mirror. He turned him, much to Sherlock's surprise, and gently cleaned his face, placing a small plaster over the cut. Sherlock smiled warmly at Moriarty. They locked eyes for a few seconds before Moriarty slammed his lips against Sherlock's.