Moriarty snuck in 221B Baker Street…
Sherlock sat in his usual chair, staring at the empty space that once occupied John Watson, he gave a long sigh and looked down.
"Evening Sherlock." Sherlock froze at the sound of Moriarty's familiar voice.
Jim instantly picked up on the detectives surprise, a crooked smile crawled onto his face. "I thought I might pop in, after all you are supposed to be dead."
Sherlock cleared his throat, "And you." He coolly said.
"Come now Sherlock, I didn't come here to play games." He lied.
Sherlock turned his head and looked straight into the consulting criminals deep brown eyes "Then what did you come here for?" He smirked.
Immediately Jim grabbed Sherlock's waist pulling him to the floor, Sherlock's first instinct was to break away but when Jim grinded his hips against Sherlock's, he could only submit.
Their lips crashed against each other's in a warm rhythm.
Jim held Sherlock's wrists insuring he could not leave the floor, the effort was unnecessary as Sherlock was enjoying every second of this.
Jim moved his lips to Sherlock's neck caressing every inch.
Sherlock's waist moved up grinding against Moriarty's even harder, Sherlock gave out an uncontrollable groan. He freed his hands before moving them under Jim's shirt and sliding one under the criminal's belt.
Jim flashed his teeth nibbling Sherlock's neck and biting harder as he got an erection. Sherlock held Moriarty's member, before unbuckling Jims belt altogether and slipping his underwear of.
Jim stood up and ripped the rest of his clothes of. "Take of your clothes he ordered."
Sherlock didn't need to be asked twice. Both men were standing naked before Jim pushed Sherlock into John's old chair. "No, not here." Sherlock pleaded.
"Too bad." Moriarty said. The smell of john lingered in the chair, bringing back old memories.
Moriarty new exactly what it was doing to Sherlock, but he liked it.
Sherlock closed his eyes while Jim gently slid into him, at first the memories of John was too much to bare but as Jim pushed his waist against Sherlock's all was forgotten.
Sherlock began to relax and even enjoy it, begging for Jim to push harder, longer, faster.
They both uncontrollably groaned before Cumming, there muscle's moving as one slowed to a halt.
Jim entwined his legs around Sherlock's, both men were cradled around John's old chair and they both began to fall asleep.