Sherlock could hardly wait for the end of his shift. As soon as it was over he rushed home to shower and change into fresh clothes. But before he needed to check on Watson. He had not heard from him since the other night and had no missed calls or unread texts.

He knocked on John's bedroom door and heard a weak "Come in" from behind it. John was lying in his bed visibly destroyed by the hard partying. Sherlock thought as soon as Watson did not get alarmed by Sherlock's absence this meant he came back home when Sherlock was already at Speedy's. John knew about the shift and did not search for Sherlock.

"We went to Molly's after the party. Me, Greg and a girl I had picked up. The girl then did not feel well and left and we continued drinking. I think Greg took a sleep over after." John was covering his eyes with his palm, his skin was greyish. Sherlock shook his head and looked for Alka-Seltzer in John's drawers and went to get his some water. John accepted all with a thankful moan.

"Okay, you sleep now." Sherlock felt good taking care of John because usually it was the other way round and he felt grateful for being able to do something for his patient friend. He was even more grateful for John not asking questions and not wanting to know where Sherlock was heading for tonight. God bless hangover.

He showered quickly and put on a fresh crisp white shirt and navy trousers. He liked his reflection in the mirror, he looked radiant, full of energy.

Jim did notice that too as soon as Sherlock got into the cab waiting for him outside at the set hour. He stared at Sherlock intensely with hunger. Sherlock felt proud of being capable to evoke desire in Jim and he was flattered Jim was not trying to hide it.

"Ready for a ride?" and without waiting for the answer he drove off. The soon left London and headed to the countryside. Sherlock was happy he could see the road as the day before it was too dark and he was too drunk to notice anything but Jim around him. It took them about 40 minutes to get to Jim's house, a two-storage building with a neat lawn and a backyard which was not seen from the road thought due to a tall metal fence. Sherlock had only seen the ground floor with the bedroom he had slept in and a bathroom. He presumed there was another room and a kitchen where Jim had made him breakfast. But tonight he was to see the secret room and Sherlock was pretty sure it was upstairs.

Jim stopped the engine and they got out of the car. The moment the electric gate closed behind them was the point of non-return for Sherlock. He looked at the blood red sunset and knew he was about to cross the line. Whatever it might be.

Jim took his hand and led him to the house. They had not exchanged a word since their departure from Baker St. but Sherlock felt they got each other perfectly. Jim was discreet enough to let him have time to get mentally prepared. Following him into the house Sherlock could not take his eyes off his back under a light linen shirt and his arse in tight jeans. He was moving as if an inner spring was compressed and released again. The warm wind in Sherlock's hair and an airplane in the sky over his head made him feel so young.

Jim opened the front door and Sherlock stepped into a light corridor which Sherlock remembered from the day before. Though Jim led him upstairs this time. The first floor was dimmed and Sherlock saw two doors, both locked. Before opening the one what was at the end of corridor Jim turned to him silently asking him whether he was ready.

Sherlock clenched his hand tighter, nodded and stepped over the threshold following Moriarty.

What he saw inside was none of what he could have imagined. A huge empty room with a thousand of screens on the front wall and a throne-looking chair in front of it. Thousands of people were moving on these screens and the picture changed often jumping to different locations and faces. Some of them were CCTV footages, others looked like private cameras in offices and residences. Jim waited for his reaction standing at the still open door. Not being stopped Sherlock took a step closer and was able to examine a desk below the screens which looked like an elaborate control panel. There were buttons and more buttons and a keyboard and another smaller one, a phone, several mobiles, a fax and a microphone.

Sherlock watched silent figures on the screen walking, sitting, talking, some footages were from busy streets, some from empty rooms, some from the Tube.

"This is my office." The voice behind his back was very calm but Sherlock knew Jim was tense and waiting for his reaction.

"I suppose this not for your acting or driving a cab." Sherlock felt fascinated by the technology and he was now sure Jim was very good at using it. He felt curious and perplexed at the same time. Jim hardly was a guard so there was some other, less normal explanation to it.

"What do you use all these cameras for?" He finally turned to stand face to face with Jim.

"My work." Jim put his hands in his pockets and stood in front of Sherlock pretty relaxed now and very self-assured.

"Which is?" Sherlock tried to make his voice sound still but his heart which stopped beating harder made his breath shallow.

"Learning people's pressure points." Jim's eyes reflected the light of the monitors but Sherlock knew this was only the surface and he was not yet allowed to look deeper.

"And using them then?" Sherlock whispered fearing the answer.

Jim chuckled pleased with his quick understanding.

"Quite so."

"You are a criminal."

As soon as Sherlock pronounced those words he knew that was the moment he was preparing himself for. This is the truth and it needed no confirmation because Jim was not going to deny it. Sherlock locked his hands behind his back trying to control his body, the reactions, his blood flow.

"I can enter any video surveillance circuit, open any door without touching it, make people do what I need them to do."

"How?" Sherlock was caught by a bitter understanding that he was more curious to know than shocked to have learnt. Has he ever suspected something similar about Jim?

Jim stepped closer taking his hands out of the pockets. The moment of Sherlock's hesitation was overcome. The reaction he was counting on had been achieved. Curiosity. He could not be the only man in London who was bored. Stopping in front of Sherlock he placed his palm on Sherlock's cheek.

"I have developed a special code, it's a 1," he traced his thumb long Sherlock's cheekbone and Sherlock felt his chest became too tight to contain his heart, "and a 0", Jim's thumb moved lower to Sherlock's mouth and pulled his lower lip down. Sherlock did not blink as he could not stop staring at Jim's eyes who was now standing almost pressed to him with his eyelids half closed.

"I would like you to become my counterpart." Jim's hand moved down along Sherlock's chin and neck. When Jim's fingers squeezed his neck lightly Sherlock could not help but bring his hands up to cup Jim's hand and to beg him stop and continue at the same time. He feared for a second he might strangle him after having shown and told him all these things but the way Jim's thumb pressed against his carotid made him feel dizzy and aroused at the same time. A pang of acute desire filled his groin and he wanted to grind himself against Jim who apparently was getting hard too.

Moriarty brought his mouth so very close to Sherlock's ear that he could feel its wetness on his shell.

"I commit crimes and you solve them. We make a deal. You tell no one about this. You know what I have done but need to prove it. I leave no traces but I leave hints. For you. Catch me if you can. Would you?"

Sherlock felt like he was being sucked in a whirlwind. His brain exploded. Solve crimes? Play against an apparently very cunning criminal? A very sexy criminal to make it harder. Oh God, he doubted he had ever been harder than that moment. And they had not even kissed.

With an abrupt movement Jim made him turn around to look at the screen. He leaned his whole body against Sherlock's and the tip of his pulsing erection was pushing against Sherlock's right buttock. That insistent pressure made every thought in his head vanish and the only thing he could concentrate on now was his own almost leaking cock. Jim's hands came to untuck his shirt, sliding under it. His febrile whisper on Sherlock's neck interchanged with small kisses and bites made Sherlock perk his behind manically only to get closer to Jim's hips.

"You see that man," Jim stretched out his left hand indicating a camera in the upper corner. The man was sitting in his office reading emails it seemed. At some point his face went white and he made an awkward movement with his left hand making his cup fall down and splash coffee all over his pristine carpet.

"This is an MP who has just been blackmailed." Jim's hands were rambling over Sherlock's chest and the touch of Jim's fingers against his nipples made him moan lightly. He was afraid of coming right now. So he tried to concentrate on the footage.

"Would you like to help him? Help him save his reputation? Maybe get money for saving it?" Jim's palms slid along Sherlock's trim stomach to get to the button of his trousers. Jim was grinding himself against Sherlock's arse and that rhythm sent Sherlock's head spinning.

But he had to focus. That was not only about sex. That was much more than sex and much more dangerous than that.

"I need to read the contract first," Sherlock finally found an answer. Jim stopped for a second calculating whether it was the outcome he was hoping for.

"I'll take it as a yes," he murmured cupping Sherlock's erection through his trousers and stroking him.

Sherlock left his last attempts to resist and let shaky moans out of his chest searching for Jim's hips behind his back. Encouraged by the physical response Jim started moving his hand faster.

"Tell me what you like." He was breathing hard against Sherlock's neck.

Sherlock did not know what to say and he blurted out the most improbable response of all.

"Chess."

Jim froze for a second as if processing what he had just heard and then giggled.

"I mean in bed. Sex. What do you like?" His fingers were running slowly over the head of Sherlock's cock making it cling to the underwear.

"I… I don't… know." Sherlock finally choked out.

"You mean… err." Jim stopped stroking him and distanced himself gripping Sherlock's shoulders and making him turn to face Jim. Sherlock looked into Moriarty's face which was the exact reflection of his: eyes flashing, lips red, feverish blush on the cheeks, rampant desire tensing up every muscle.

"You're a virgin." Jim stated staring at Sherlock somewhat surprised.

Sherlock could not bear the idea it could have turned Jim off. He could have pretended he was not, maybe learning the things as they went but in that state he just was not able to tell lies.

But now standing in front of Jim Sherlock felt it was his chance to move, to get what he wanted.

"Dear Jim, will you fix it for me?" he whispered bringing up his hand to caress Jim's jaw.

Moriarty did not reply but put his hands on Sherlock's hips and kissed him slowly. First a brush of open lips, then a touch of tongues, a deeper touch, pulling Sherlock's lips with his teeth, passing over his chin, coming back to suck his tongue. Sherlock could not help but close his eyes because the pleasure was so intense. Jim tasted so good and his kiss turned Sherlock further on and he felt his body was becoming so obedient to Jim's touch.

"Let's go."

They went down the stairs holding hands as before, leaving Jim's office behind. The pulsing heat over the whole Sherlock's body made everything else seem irrelevant for this night. There will be time to think about it.

They entered the bedroom where Sherlock had slept only it was dark now. Particles of light dust danced in the bleak moonlight entering through the almost shut window blinds and in this light Jim's hands moved slowly to hold Sherlock, open his trousers, open his shirt letting Sherlock mirror his actions. They took off their shoes and let the clothes fall on the floor. When Jim's fingers gripped Sherlock's hips and then the elastic of his pants to lower them down Sherlock's nipples stood up hard and the thick waves of anticipation and arousal washed over his back and groin. Jim had no underwear under his jeans and when it fell to his feet Sherlock saw a long hard perfect cock surrounded by dark trimmed hair. He wanted to touch it, hold it in his hand, fascinated by it but Jim pushed him down softly straddling him and ducking down to take him in his mouth. Electric shiver ran down Sherlock's legs and he pushed his hips up to meet the movement of Jim's tongue. Sherlock had to close his eyes and grip the bedsheet to endure the insistent pushes of pleasures up his cock.

Sherlock was already thinking he would come when Jim stopped and left Sherlock's wet and hot skin. Sherlock gave a disappointed "oh" because it had felt so good. But then a light touch of Jim's lubed fingers at his entrance made him forget every notion of pleasure he had had before.

Jim was towering over him standing on his knees putting on a condom. Sherlock loved how his fingers moved along his length and the sound of the elastic ring of the condom when it fell in place. Jim bent down to give Sherlock a tender kiss on the lips and then hooked his hands under Sherlock's knees putting Sherlock's legs on his shoulders bringing him closer. Sherlock took a big gulp of air and felt he was having goosebumps. When the tip of Jim's cock pressed against his entrance he closed his eyes and held his breath clenching Jim's forearms.

"Sherlock", Jim called softly, "open your eyes and breathe with me." Sherlock nodded and then did as he was told. He saw Jim's face that was ever more beautiful in this twilight, his collarbones, his tight stomach, his gorgeous cock aimed between Sherlock's buttocks. Jim nodded slightly and whispered, "Exhale". As Sherlock let out a shaky breath Jim entered just an inch. Sherlock's first reaction was to push him away instinctively but actually he felt no pain but just a bit of stretch and warm crawling up his thighs. "Inhale," Jim commanded keeping still. Sherlock inhaled and oxygen relaxed him. Exhale, inhale, push, stop, exhale, inhale, push, stop. They felt into the rhythm and as Jim was getting deeper into him Sherlock was learning to control his body. He lost it when the thickest part of Jim's cock got inside and a thought of escape crossed Sherlock's mind and he squeezed his eyes. Jim stopped immediately and pressed his forehead against Sherlock's waiting for him. When Sherlock opened his eyes Jim lowered his body on Sherlock's completely and kissed him long and thorough and stayed like this letting Sherlock hold him. He was patient to push his whole length in gradually and Sherlock could not be more thankful. He felt Jim so unbearably close torn between the protest of his body against being taken and the anticipation of frictions.

When Jim started moving after being given a small nod of approval Sherlock felt his whole body was freezing and burning at the same time. He was tantalized by the movements of Jim's hips and his hard breath, his mouth stretching as he got deeper and pleasure came over him. Sherlock's cock went heavy as lead and throbbing. The way Jim's cock brushed his inside made him feel like screaming. When his rhythm intensified and the slapping of their bodies against each other grew uncontrollable Sherlock squeezed the sheets and clenched his teeth watching Jim going through last desperate moves before a glorious release. At the peak of it his body got all frenzy and Sherlock felt vibrations spreading through his flesh. Jim pushed inside Sherlock more and more but the pressure was gone. Finally he lowered himself upon Sherlock, putting his legs down. Sherlock's knees were trembling as he pushed his feet into the bed and he could not keep them up so he just spread them. Jim's sweaty forehead was touching his and Jim's hands caressed his chest and hips in a random manner while his mouth whispered sweet dirty nonsense in his ear.

"Such an epic fuck you are."

Chafing his head on Sherlock's cheek like a big satiated cat Moriarty went to touch Sherlock's cock which was still hard and ached at the touch and he hissed at Jim's stroke. No release made him feel like he was having a fever and was going to pass out.

"Hold on." Jim planted a light kiss on his ear and went down tracing his open mouth along Sherlock's neck, chest, stomach, only to gulp down his a bit disregarded length. The way he made his mouth move up and down, sucking and licking sent white circles in front of Sherlock's eyes and he remembered nothing but this hot wet tight pumping and the sensation of pushing against Jim's throat as he was spilling himself a couple of minutes later with green stars exploding in his head and him moaning something inarticulate. Jim gave the last soothing licks to his emptied cock and went to lie down next to him stripping off his condom.

Sherlock's body was almost floating over the bed and the only thought in his head as he was falling asleep tangled between Jim's hands and bed cloth was how touchable Jim's skin was.

He woke up right before the dawn to find Jim sitting up against the headboard. The first moments Sherlock thought he was awake too as he was tapping his fingers against his thigh murmuring, "Bits like digits, bits like digits…" but then Sherlock saw his eyes were shut and his eye balls were moving hectically under the lids. Sherlock touched Jim's forearm and he spread his eyes open gulping for air as if coming up to the surface from under the water. He gave Sherlock a blank look but the next second his gaze turned normal and he reached out to ruffle Sherlock's hair up.

Sherlock caught his hand and kissed his open palm, gave a small bite to each fingertip, nipped on the skin over his knuckles. Then he shifted closer and moved the sheet aside from Jim's lap. They were still naked from the night before. Sherlock loved sleeping with nothing on. Apparently, Jim did too.

He planted a tentative kiss on Jim's thigh and Moriarty shifted his position a bit to give Sherlock a better access. Sherlock rolled on his stomach and stood on his hands and knees. Moriarty looked appreciatively on the curve of his spine and the rounded butt as he lowered his head to take Jim in his mouth.

He had pretty much no knowledge of what he was doing but sex was instinctive and the memories of what Jim had done to him just some hours prior encouraged him. He grew even more inspired when Jim started moaning softly and brushing his finger through Sherlock's hair. He went up and down enjoying the sensation of Jim's flesh getting harder and hotter at his manipulations. He soon found himself turned on too and all he wanted was to get even closer to Jim. Jim pulled at his shoulders asking him to come up and kiss him. Sherlock straddled over his lap kissing him hungrily, kissing his face, his neck, his hair, rubbing his arse against Jim's hardening cock. Jim got it all right and fished the lube and condoms from the drawer of the night table. He let Sherlock lead him in and rewarded his courage with few strokes on his own stood up shaft. Sherlock felt a bit sore but the fear and the insecurity had vanished and practice was all he needed.

Coming up and down riding Jim, squeezing an orgasm out of him being masturbated simultaneously gave Sherlock the sense of ultimate power he had never experienced before. Coming over Jim's stomach made him tremble and clench Moriarty inside him asking Jim to follow him which he did moments later. Sherlock took his time after still sitting on top of Jim with his forehead pressed against the pillow and his cheek against his lover's cheek.

"What about the contract?" Jim murmured running his fingers down Sherlock's spine counting his vertebrae. Sherlock shivered and sat up to look in Jim's face.

"I need to think." He paused. "Drive me home, please." Jim's hand lingered on his back.

"No breakfast?" Jim pouted his lower lip and Sherlock kissed it.

Sherlock shook his head.

On the way home they were silent as usual. Sherlock liked the fact Jim gave him space and he felt liked he owed him this too. Though upon the arrival Sherlock felt like he was already missing Jim a bit.

"Will I see you tonight?" Sherlock tried not to sound too needy.

"I have to work tonight." Jim turned to look at Sherlock. There was he sitting. Those heavenly eyes, and curls, and a white shirt. Moriarty thought of how this body felt under his touch at night and found himself craving more of it, all of it.

Sherlock wondered what kind of work Jim had to do but did not ask.

"Call me." Jim gave him the last meaningful look and Sherlock got out of the car.

He watched the cab drive away and felt new, different, more alive. Something had changed and would never be the same again.

He found Watson in the kitchen drinking his tea. He lifted a brow at Sherlock's questioningly and Sherlock shrugged his shoulders.

"Anything you need to tell me?" Watson waited with his mug up.

Well, nothing important besides the fact I lost my virginity yesterday. To a famous actor. Which sends my head spinning. Also because he is a high-profile criminal apparently. And wants me to solve the crimes he commits. Just for fun. And wants me to sign a contract to keep my lips sealed. And this does not stop me from wanting him even more. No, nothing really, John.

"Let's go have breakfast."