AN: Hello guys! I'm back with a new BBC Sherlock fic, this time i'm doing Sheriarty/Jimlock story. I seem to be able to write more of this for some reason...haha. Anyway this story is for my friend whose birthday is today :) Happy Birthday babe haha. Okay so please do read and leave me some reviews okay?
Jim Moriarty stood on Baker Street, watching from afar now as Sherlock sent the doctor John Watson into a cab, the doctor was going off to work at the clinic. He smirked just as the detective shut the door, slowly, he turned around the corner walking with ease down the street. His eyes glittering as Sherlock closed the door behind him, not noticing a thing. Jim approached the door, his key in hand. No he obviously did not live here. He had gotten it made right from John's own set when he had taken the doctor's set.
221B. The detective's house. Sherlock Holmes would be sitting in his room, experimenting with something or another, Jim shivered at the thought of that, at the thought of Sherlock. He loved the man with all his dark little heart but Sherlock just didn't understand. He slid the key into the lock and slipped into the house, up the stairs and strutted into the living room of the apartment. Jim spotted Sherlock, sitting at the desk, his cheeks flushed slightly as he stared at the screen of the computer.
Jim cleared his throat, the detective looking up to him at that, in shock. Clearly the man had totally not expected this, he had been caught totally off guard. Jim grinned all the more devilishly at Sherlock's surprise.
"Hello Sherlylocks," Jim said softly, head tilted to the side just a little, acting coy now.
"What are you doing here," Sherlock growled, looking at the smartly dressed criminal mastermind, smirking at him. The smirk on the other's face suited him well, he was like a crocodile waiting for its next prey and it sent a shiver through Sherlock's body as the other approached.
"Visiting," Jim said, watching the detective turn the computer away, making the screen unable for him to see, "It seems I have disrupted you in your usual routine of morning porn," Jim said with a laugh.
Sherlock froze, the earpiece still in his hands as he studied the other, "You've been watching me. For how long?"
Jim grinned, striding over to the table now, resting his hands on the table as he turned the computer back to himself, the screen of incriminating evidence sitting there, "As long as I have lived," Jim said with a little chuckle, he pulled out the earplugs from the laptop unit and set it on the table as he played the video once more, the voices of a woman's moans echoing through the little room, 'Oh yes, more, fuck me more,' Jim laughed at the way the detective seemed so uncomfortable in his seat.
"Turn that off Jim," Sherlock said, reaching for the computer but the other smacked his hand away with another grin.
"No. Sherlock, how can I deprive you of this wonderful video?" Jim said as he quirked a brow at his favourite detective.
Flustered, Sherlock turned away. Indeed the video had been…surprisingly wonderful. He had started watching more and more of these sort of things ever since the last week when he had somehow had the desire of fornication. Not just with anyone, it always just so happened when that word came to mind…or words like, fuck and sex and anything so crude with a sexual innuendo for that matter came to mind, he would think of only one person. The man that was standing before him now, in a crisp grey suit, Jim Moriarty, his mortal enemy.
Jim smirked as he went away from the video to click on another on the website. Sherlock had gotten a seriously good website that even he would never have thought possible. He was the detective after all, he would have to know of such things, "Might I ask why were you watching it?" Jim purred as he took a seat at the table opposite Sherlock now, turning the computer to him as he loaded another video.
"What do you mean why?" Sherlock asked feigning ignorance now, Jim had left him staring at the Apple logo and Sherlock didn't want that, no, he wanted to go back to the video!
"Were you feeling the need?" Jim said with a laugh now as he kicked off his shoes under the table, "Or were you perhaps in heat?" he purred now as he trailed his feet up Sherlock's leg.
Sherlock balked, quickly moving back at the sneaky little touch that trailed up his leg, in his hurry, hitting his foot on the side of the table and nearly falling over had he not caught onto the chair. Jim in his house, seemed to unsettle him a lot, it wasn't like him to be so…nervous, so careless so…different. "Don't do that Jim," Sherlock growled, giving a dark glare at the criminal mastermind who only smirked and turned the laptop back to him.
"Here you go love, this is one of my favorites," Jim purred as he watched Sherlock, look to him and then at the computer, like an animal trying to weigh the pros and cons of its actions. Jim set his chin in his hands, watching as the detective sat back down in the chair, taking up the earplugs as he was about to fit them in.
"No no, you're going to play it out loud Sherlock, overcome your fear," Jim chuckled, watching as those blue-grey eyes stared at him once more, thin lips opening to reply him, "I don't fear hearing sounds of such a nature," the detective growled as he flung the earplugs back to the side.
"Good, then watch it," Jim said, seeing Sherlock obediently going to play the video.
The detective nearly jumped out of his seat again, this time, the video was different, it was of a man and another man, both lying in bed, kissing and touching each other, hands roaming over places Sherlock himself hadn't even touched in years. He leaned in closer to the screen the breathy voices of the two men echoing around the room. This aroused him pretty darn much better than the last video.
Jim chuckled, watching as Sherlock's lips parted, pink tongue flicking out to wet his lips. Oh yes, the detective was indeed enjoying this. Jim watched as Sherlock shifted in his seat now, the detective's hand unnoticing to the man's own eyes disappearing beneath the table, his eyes were glued to the screen, pupils blown black with lust now as Jim guessed what would be happening. Unaware to Sherlock, the criminal mastermind slid off his seat and down under the table.
Sherlock felt a tight hot heat rising in his groin, the aching sensation was so great his hand fumbled with the strings to his pajama pants, they were however pushed aside by more deft fingers, easily pulling the strings free and lowering his pants. Too distracted to notice, Sherlock allowed for that as his cock was freed, cool fingers going to wrap around them, squeezing gently and massaging him as a soft warm heat kissed down his length, then enveloped the head. His stomach twisted in knots now as he shifted back in his seat, a soft breathy sigh escaping his lips as more of his erection was taken into the hot, wet heat.
Sherlock's eye flicked to the seat across him and realized Jim was gone and it was the sweet languid sucking on his erection that made him look down this time and the other was there, smirking up at him now as he licked his lips. The detective flushed, looking away, how…his eyes looked from the screen then back to Jim.
"You've got something to say Sherlock?" Jim asked, his fingers now gently playing over the detectives length, lightly trailing over the veins.
Sherlock leaned his head back, oh yes, whatever Jim was doing it was good he wanted to fuck him, "Get up," he said to Jim as he pulled his chair back, standing now as he stepped out of his pants, shrugging out of the blue robe, he tossed off the shirt as well. He grabbed Jim now from under the table, roughly shoving the other onto the carpeted floor as his lips found Jim's kissing roughly now as Jim fought the onslaught.
The detective didn't want that, singlehandedly he pinned Jim's hands up above his head now as he slid his tongue against the other's, tongues dancing together for dominance now as his other hand smoothed down the front of Jim's dress shirt, tearing at the buttons now, he fumbled for some moments with the belt now as he pulled it from Jim's pants.
Jim was panting, lips swollen from the assault, chest exposed to the detective now, Sherlock's blue-grey's staring into his, "I'm going to tie you up," the other whispered, using his belt to tie his hands securely above his head. Jim smirked, he liked being tied, "What have I been naughty?" he purred as Sherlock's hands smoothed over his body now, down his neck over his ribs and his sides, going to undo his pants.
"Naughty? You've been extremely ill-disciplined," Sherlock growled smirking now as Jim lifted his hips to allow him to fully remove his pants. Sherlock licked his lips at the sight laid out before him, Jim Moriarty, criminal mastermind, lying on his carpet, bound up in his belt. Clearly the criminal mastermind was excited as well judging from the state of his erection.
"Ill-disciplined how?" Jim yelped as Sherlock's hand grasped his cock. Holy hell, for a man who didn't know much about sex and love he knew just how to apply the right pressure.
"For tempting me," Sherlock growled into Jim's ear as he began to pump the other's erection just as he had seen on those videos many a time before.
Jim, struggled against the bonds, he wanted to touch Sherlock, to hold him.
"You're not going to," Sherlock said, shaking his head, "You'll stay put."
Jim obeyed now as Sherlock stood, going over to his desk, searching through the contents in the drawer and coming back with some lube. Sherlock quickly tossed is pajama top to the side now, completely naked. Jim smiled his favourite detective, naked before him. He watched as the detective coated his finger with the slick gel, then brought it to his nether entrance, rubbing circles around gently till he pushed through.
The tight heat that sucked on Sherlock's fingers turned him on like god only knew. Jim writhed beneath him, his hips thrusting up now. Sherlock scissored his fingers in Jim's tight heat loosening him up now, the other's pale thighs falling apart now, pushing him deeper, he stroked his fingers against Jim, hearing the criminal mastermind moaning for him, "…in me…Sherlock…want you…" he heard and he smirked. If he could be the one to dole out the punishment, he knew what he would want to do to punish him.
"Fuck," Jim cried into his arm, hiding his face as he felt the tears well to his eyes, Sherlock pushed deep into him now seated inside him fully. Jim kept his face hidden he hadn't thought it would hurt this much.
"Are you alright?" Sherlock asked, stopping now, going to reach for Jim's face but the other pulled away from his touch.
"Just move," Jim whispered. He didn't want to get attached just because of this. It was a fling a onetime thing. Nothing more, he didn't want it to be sweet love making. It wasn't something to be shared between them. Jim, bit back a cry of pain as Sherlock pulled out only to push back in rather too quickly, overcome by the need now as he held on tight to his hips.
Slowly the pain subsided and Jim felt the splintering of pleasure through his body as Sherlock now pounded repeatedly into his prostate, "Oh! Sherlock! Yes! Fuck me!" he whispered the words leaving his lips, 'Just like the little slut you are' his mind whispered to him, but he pushed that away as he felt Sherlock's lips cover his again, kissing him nearly almost gently as he pounded into him.
Sherlock could feel it the bond between them as their lips met and their bodies connected at once, Jim Moriarty was so much like him then again so different. A genius gone wrong and something stirred in Sherlock, he cradled Jim to him as he kissed him, trying to show him that he cared. Maybe it was just a thing, a sort of emotion that was accompanied by such intimate acts.
Jim had to ignore it, had to ignore the feeling completely lest he fall into the trap of love. He kept his eyes closed now as Sherlock came inside him calling his name, Jim cumming with him at nearly the same time as he gripped onto the other, head buried in the crook of Sherlock's neck. 'I love you' he thought as he felt Sherlock pull out of him, releasing his hands now.
Jim looked to the other for a moment then turned away, gathering his clothes in silence as Sherlock too went to gather his clothes. Both acting as strangers once more, arch rivals, forever against each other and yet…the intimate act they had just committed.
"This doesn't change anything Jim," Sherlock murmured as he tightened the ties of his robe around his waist.
"No. It doesn't, it changes nothing at all," Jim said as he got dressed, quickly pulling on his clothes, "You're still my most hated person," he purred as he straightened his clothes, walking to the door now, slightly unsteady, "I look forward to seeing you again, Sherlylocks," he said with a laugh as he took to the stairs.
'All I wanted was just for that moment to feel that I was loved by you, Sherlock…'
Sherlock stood at the window now, watching as Jim rounded the corner of Baker Street and disappeared from view. He wondered, just when would he see that criminal again?
AN: So, now that you've read it, i would like to ask you all if...YOU WOULD LIKE TO HAVE MORE CHAPTERS? Because if you are i would really love to continue this story :) So do review and tell me if you would like a continuation! I love all my readers! Peace!