AN- I'm terrible sorry for this one, it's slightly longer than the other fics.

Basically, John and Sherlock through a party at the flat and Mycoft, Anthena, Jim and Anderson attends. Every get roaring drunk and can't remeber what happened the night before.

Last Night

Uh, my head. Sherlock was right, alcohol is evil. John tried to think about the events of the last ten or so hours and drew a blank. He sat up and put his head in his hands and the headache spiked behind his eyes.

'For God's sake, who took the covers?' John raised his head slowly and turned to the man who was in the bed next to him. Oh shit. Jim stared at him, mirroring the horrified look.

'Please tell me we didn't…' The criminal looked down, their clothes were strewn carelessly across the floor,

'I don't know. I hope not.' John nodded, Sherlock was nowhere in sight, which was probably for the better.

The doctor got out of the bed and picked up his clothes, he looked back at the bed when he felt eyes boring into him.

'What the hell?' He asked, feeling suddenly quite self-conscious. Jim shrugged,

'I can see why I went for you, I've got a soft spot for war-hardened army veterans. Especially those with muscles.' Jim got out of the bed himself and pulled himself flush against the soldier, who tried to push him away and failed miserably.

'Wha-What are you doing?' The doctor asked as he was pushed back onto the bed, clothes forgotten. Moriarty chuckled and pushed the other man back so that he leaned against the headboard.

'I thought it was obvious what I was doing. If you need more hint though, I'll be happily to supply them.' With a wink, the consulting criminal nipped at the soldiers neck then shimmied his way down the well muscled chest til he was just below the naval. John moaned loudly and Moriarty chuckled.

'Do you want me to stop?' This was met with the dead eye and Jim smiled. He kissed the tip of the doctors member, smirking with glee as the older man scrabbled at the sheets beneath him. The madman took Johns cock further into his mouth and swirled it slightly with his tongue, humming at the groan emitting from the other male.

The soldier soon found his hands latched onto the consulting criminals hair, forcing more of his length into the others mouth. Jim gagged slightly and John smirked,

'Am I too much for you to handle?' He jibbed through shaky breaths. The dark haired criminal scraped his teeth along the flesh, 'Fuuu- Jim you sly, evil- gah!' The maniac's chuckle vibrated against John's skin and the man threw his head back, thrusting his hips up violently. He wasn't going to last much longer and the Irishman seemed to know it as he impaled himself on the doctor. It didn't take much more for John to lose himself completely as he yelled the psychopaths name at the top his voice while Jim's mouth filled with a salty liquid which he swallowed. The consulting criminal let the limp member fall from his lips then turned his attention to licking the other man clean.

'Jim, stop.' John whimpered, sitting up. Moriarty moved back up so he straddled the others waist, he leant in and pressed his lips to the soldiers own. John spluttered and tried to move back but found himself pressed up against the headboard.

'Oh, Johnny, you know you like it really. Come on, give me another go.' The voice was whiny, much the same as a petulant child.

'Um, no. Thanks Jim, but-uh well I just don't swing that way.' The consulting criminal laughed.

'Sure, sure. And you totally didn't enjoy what just happened, you weren't grabbing hold of me like there was no tomorrow-' Moriarty was only a hairs breadth away from the doctors face now, '-and you definitely not getting aroused again.' John gulped and this was taken as an invitation for the Irishman to abuse his lips again.

'What the hell are you doing?' Both men jumped and whipped their heads round to tall figure standing at the door.

'Uh, Sherlock. Um, I can explain-' Before John could continue, a topless Anderson walked into his line of sight and wrapped his arms round the detectives waist. The soldier was gob-smacked,

'Will somebody please tell me what the fuck happened last night?' The detective smiled,

'If you want to see something really freaky, follow me.' Jim got off the blond. 'But you might want to get some clothes on first.'

Two minutes later, the four men walked into the living room and froze. Sherlock's sofa had been overtaken by a mass of limbs. It took John a moment to realised that the limbs in fact belonged to a passed out Mycroft with a half naked Lestrade on top and a seemingly completely naked Athena between them

'Holy shit' John cussed. As it turned out, all three of the figures on the sofa were light sleepers. They each stared at each other until Mycroft spoke,

'Well… It appears we are in slightly compromising positions.' Sherlock snorted which drew the attentions of the three. Greg and Athena leapt off the elder Holmes and quickly dressed again.

Once everyone had dressed, the group sat round each other. Mycroft and Lestrade sat on the sofa with Athena on the government workers knee and her legs spread across the DI's lap. Anderson sat cross-legged on the floor with Sherlock's head rested on his thigh. John sat in his chair with Jim on his knee, snuggling close to the doctor. Lestrade spoke first,

'So…Ok…Well, we got very drunk and this happened. That's done now, and I have to say I can't believe the mess it's gotten us in to, but the nest question is 'What do we do now?' Any idea's?' The room became silent again.

'Do we have to do anything?' Jim asked, 'I'm fine with how this is now.' To prove his point, the man planted a kiss to the doctors reddening cheek.

'I have to say, I agree.' The detective drawled. 'I quite like this, though there is someone we have to get rid of before it can stay this way.' He was tapped playfully by the forensic detective behind him,

'You are not killing my soon to be ex wife, Sherlock.' The younger Holmes pouted, an expression the was soon wiped off by a passionate kiss. Mycroft pinched the bridge of his nose with contempt,

'Oh, for the love of- I really can't believe any of you. John, have you forgotten that the man you're cuddling just happens to be the most wanted man in the world, Sherlock and Anderson, you two have hated each other since I don't know when.' John narrowed his eyes,

'Yes, but what about you three, hmmm? I'm pretty sure that you were having more than just a nice friendly chat.' The government worker sighed,

'That may be true but this is not our first, in fact, it has been some what a regular occurrence for quite some time now.' The DI blushed violently and looked away as the shocked expression feel on the four men. Jim tutted playful then nipped John's ear, making the man yelp. The mastermind sniggered,

'Well, I don't particularly care what any of you do. For me and Johnny, however; it's going stay like this.' The soldier tensed slightly,

'Do I get a say in this?' Moriarty tapped his nose,

'No, you don't.' John nodded and relaxed again.

In the end, the group decided that they rather enjoyed the way things went and so, the world noticed some changes. Anderson and Sherlock still bickered like an old married couple but the jibes were completely harmless. Sherlock would often pounce on the forensic detective in front of the entire force, much to the mans protesting squawks. For Lestrade, everything was just about the same, though Mycroft and Athena did seem to like to show up at a moments notice. John's life changed the most. Jim moved in to the flat, or more specifically, his room. The consulting criminal still ran the world wide organisation, he just didn't kill anyone in London. Where ever the doctor went, his psychopath followed, which was rather funny at crime scenes. Jim would laugh at the stupidity of Scotland Yard and he and Sherlock would wind each other up and usually end up having a insult match. John and Anderson often had to prize the two consultants apart, ask any police officer how they did it and you would be confronted by a host of blushing faces.

So yes, the world did change considerably in the space of just one drunk night, though whether it was for the better remains to be seen.

AN- As I said before, sorry for that

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