Sherlock and Jim Moriarty were enemies, they were playing on opposite sides.
Sherlock loves Jim.
Jim tries to blow him up.
They have a 'special' something.
Sherlock has never told Jim he loves him. Why should he? Jim wouldn't love him back. Jim doesn't have a heart to give.
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John was out on a date leaving Sherlock utterly bored. This is when our favourite consulting criminal pays a visit.
"Heeeeyy Sherly! Missed me?" A voice called.
Sherlock whipped his head round to see the dark figure of Moriarty in the doorway.
"Moriarty…" Sherlock growled
"Oh please…call me Jim! I'll fix it for you" Jim sang
"What would I…want fixing?"
"Who knows? What could YOU possibly want?"
Sherlock narrowed his eyes. Sherlock knew exactly what he wanted, but you just don't ask the most dangerous man in London for his love.
It was as if Jim had read Sherlock's mind. "Maybe you want something…personal…" he had said.
Before Sherlock had time to answer Jim was upon him, claiming Sherlock's mouth for his own. Then he was gone and out of 221B.
Sherlock was stunned. Jim had kissed him. Why?
John had come home that night to find an empty flat.
Sherlock had gone looking for Jim.
