I got the cab to home and when I got there I sat in my armchair and closed my eyes. John was on his way here and I was not looking forward to it.
Why was I so tired all of a sudden? It wouldn't hurt if I took a nap would it?
*John's Pov*
When I reached Sherlock's flat I knocked on the door and Mrs Hudson opened it.
"Oh hello John how have you been?" Asked Mrs Hudson.
"I'm fine thank you, how are you?" I asked.
"I'm fine, Sherlock's upstairs if you want to see him" Mrs Hudson answered with that hope still present in her eyes.
I loved how she always never gave up on her hope of Sherlock and I being a gay couple it somehow motivated me to keep trying but I would never tell her that off course.
"I'm a married man" I reminded and her face fell but the hope in her eyes were still there.
I went upstairs and saw Sherlock sitting on his armchair with his eyes closed.
"Sherlock?" I asked approaching him.
No response. Maybe he fell asleep.
"Sherlock it's time to wake up" I said shoving him this time.
Still no response.
Who would've known that he was a deep sleeper when it came to it?
"SHERLOCK!" I shouted and Sherlock woke up.
"What?" Asked Sherlock.
"You wouldn't wake up" I answered.
"Oh" said Sherlock frowning.
"What?" I asked.
"Oh nothing" answered Sherlock.
Now John…now is the only chance you'll ever get just kiss him it won't even be a struggle since he's already sitting down.
I got on top of him and leaned forward until our lips were touching and pretty soon I was kissing him but he wasn't kissing me back.
Sherlock pushed me off him and wiped his lips with the sleeve of his shirt.
"What was that for?" Asked Sherlock in disgust.
"I thought I told you that I loved you" I said in a small voice but loud enough for Sherlock to hear me.
"Isn't it obvious that I don't love you?" Asked Sherlock.
"I just wanted to kiss you at least once" I said.
"Well you did are you happy now?" Asked Sherlock.
I didn't say anything but I just stared at him. How was he so gorgeous?
"JOHN?" Asked Sherlock shouting at me.
"Huh what?" I asked confused.
"You weren't even listening to me" said Sherlock.
"Oh sorry" I apologised.
"Whatever" Said Sherlock getting irritated with me.
I couldn't control myself any more I kissed Sherlock again but this time it was more passionately than the last time. Sherlock struggled under my hold and I could tell that he was trying to push me away but I wouldn't let that happen. Then I stopped kissing him to catch my breath.
"J…John this is considered rape" said Sherlock but I ignored him and started kissing him again.
Then I started unbuttoning his shirt and took it off and then I did the same with my shirt. I was about to yank Sherlock's trousers off when Mrs Hudson walked in but I didn't see hear her but I heard her.
"Dear God I'd better let you two have some private time!" said Mrs Hudson and she sounded surprised.
*Moriarty's Pov*
I walked in Sherlock's flat to obviously threaten him some more. I walked upstairs and saw the old lady, I knew she was about to turn so I quickly hid behind the wall.
When she went I got in front of the living room door which had been closed by that lady whose name was Mrs Hudson.
Then I slowly opened the door so that it wouldn't creak and saw John about to take Sherlock's trousers off and when I saw Sherlock's face I could deduce that he was not enjoying this at all but he wasn't strong enough to push John off him. He was weak at this point.
I went into the room and dragged John off Sherlock and I was about to knock him out unconscious when Sherlock shouted:
"STOP!"
I looked over to a shirtless Sherlock and he looked annoyed. For once in my life I couldn't deduce him.
"Why?" I asked.
"He has a child" said Sherlock as if it was obvious, which it was but I wasn't really thinking about that.
"Fine just this time but next time I will get you John" I threatened.
"Are you two together?" Asked John and he sounded hurt.
Why was he hurt? Well he obviously still had a crush on Sherlock, I really didn't know what he saw in him.
Sherlock was chocking and laughing at the same time.
"Do you really think I'm gay?" Answered Sherlock with a question.
"I don't know" answered John.
"I'm not I'm just married to my job that's all and I don't have time for dating" said Sherlock and I could deduce that he was telling the truth but he was gay.
"Ok" said John the sadness still in his voice.
"Oh I know why don't you go out with Sebastian!" said Sherlock in fake excitement.
"Uh no thank you" said John and then he added "He likes Moriarty just like everybody else" I could deduce that he was angry.
"What do you mean by just like everyone else?" Asked Sherlock but I knew that he knew the answer to that but he just wanted to ask.
"You spend lots of time together don't you? Obviously you like each other and are possibly going out which makes Sebastian's reason to kill you even stronger just like my reason to kill Moriarty gets stronger every time you're together" answered John.
"I don't like him, I despise him" said Sherlock truthfully.
"As I despise Sherlock" I said.
"Whatever I'm going just don't do anything R-rated because there's cameras in here" said John sadly.
"Sentiment" said Sherlock out of the blue, it even startled me.
"What?" Both John and I said at the same time and Sherlock smirked knowing that he had caught me off guard.
"A chemical defect found on the losing side and John sorry to break it to you but you're losing" answered Sherlock.
"Bye" said John and e left us.
I stood there in silence and Sherlock sat there in silence.
"It would help if you put your clothes on" I said breaking the silence.
"Why?" Asked Sherlock.
"Fine do what you want" I answered getting frustrated at him quickly.
"Thanks" said Sherlock and I did a double take.
"What for?" I asked.
"Helping me" answered Sherlock.
"Ok" I said not knowing what else to say since I wasn't used to being nice nor was I used to hearing Sherlock being nice to somebody, especially someone like me.
Why do you care?
I don't care who said I cared?
Whatever.
My brain was so annoying sometimes I honestly don't know how I put up with it in most cases.
"You can go now" said Sherlock.
"Nah I quite like it here" I said trying to get him frustrated with me and it worked.
"You do know that I can tell Lestrade and the whole of Scotland Yard to come here and then lock you up, then you wouldn't be able to do anything to stop that from happening and you'll be doomed" said Sherlock.
"Oh but I know you won't do that Sherlock" I said unable to read him, unable to deduce him and it scared me knowing that this time it was the other way around him being able to deduce me and I not being able to deduce him….
That had to change….it would change….
"Can't you deduce me to get the answer?" Asked Sherlock.
"I can but I want to hear the answer myself" I lied.
"Don't lie" said Sherlock and I felt fear. I feared Sherlock Holmes… but isn't fear a choice? I don't want to choose to fear him but my body does. It took me a moment to regain my composure.
"I wasn't lying" I lied yet again but this time I tried making sure that he wouldn't be able to deduce me and I saw a slight frown on Sherlock's face… I was back in the game but I was winning once again.
"Do you plan on putting on your clothes anytime soon?" I asked seeing as Sherlock still hadn't put his shirt on.
"Why should I? I mean this is my house right so I get to do what I want, if you don't like it then leave" said Sherlock.
"Yeah I'll leave" I said suddenly having the urge to kill someone again or do a job for money.
"You do know that you can just ask Scotland Yard or anyone else that will listen to you for money so that you wouldn't have to kill innocent people anymore" said Sherlock and I knew he was still able to deduce e and now I was able to deduce him too.
"I like killing people" I said.
"Which is why people call you a psychopath" said Sherlock.
"You get called that too" I said trying to get to him, trying to find his weak spot since I hadn't found it just yet.
At first I thought it was John, then I thought it was Mary, then I thought it was Irene Adler and now I have absolutely no idea as to who it is.
"But they are mistaken because I'm a high-functioning sociopath" said Sherlock.
"That old lady, Mrs Hudson is it? Do you care about her?" I asked knowing that he would probably tell me the truth.
"No" said Sherlock but I could deduce that he was lying to me. So much for not lying to me huh.
"Why do you ask?" Asked Sherlock and I could tell that he already knew my answer.