3 Years and Two Hearts (A Sherliam Fanfic)
Summary: The Lord of Crime is in a phase of depression, it is the greatest Detective's job to take care of him. After forcing him to 'live' when London bridge has fall them down to the Thames. Sherliam Dedicated Fic (Both Anime/Manga timeline)
Note: THE MANGA JUST FRIGGIN UPDATE, I CANNOT BELIEVE THE MANGA IS ALIVE! NOW I CAN HAVE MORE INSPIRING SHERLIAM YEEESH THANK YOU AUTHOR LOL. Guys check out Moriarty the Patriot Chap74 , Sherlock is flirting with Liam and Liam got head over heels I swear! Anyway...back to my fanfic.
P.S. plz ignore the weird English xD
Chapter 4: Signs of three Throttles
In London
"3 months had passed...yet your body isn't found."
Dr. John Watson in front of Sherlock's ceremonial grave. Making his last words for his bestfriend...
"I owe you my dearest bestfriend. I truly love you far and beyond. Best man for my wedding, I hope for it but it seems impossible now..." Yes, even without a body...people who thought Sherlock as their hero decided to give him a proper funeral.
Cries everywhere, the loudest was Ms. Hudson.
"Oh Sherlock! Why that dumbass...!" Mary standing beside Ms. Hudson decided to comfort her by hugging. "Everything will be ok Ms. Hudson, I'm sure wherever Mr. Sherlock's soul is in peace." Hearing that statement to his future wife, John look back at the gravestone. 'Sherlock's soul huh...' as people starts to disappear one by one...the only ones left is John and then...
"Thank you for being Sherly's bestfriend John."
Snapping his attention from behind. "M-Mr. Mycroft...!" John thought everyone had left. But that is a stupid thought, of course Sherlock's one and only family will stay.
"I-I see you still here even though Sherlock is only a stone now. Nobody." Mycroft had a heavy sigh, he remove his hat and placed it to his chest. "I did not wish to believe my little brother is dead. After all there is no corpse...however since Charles Augustus Milverton did not have a corpse either. The fact Sherly never contacted me at all nor anyone to you guys just makes it less hopeful that he is alive."
Then he looked at John's eyes. "It is a shame...however...I needed to know." Not sure what's up with Mycroft. "About what...?"
Mycroft carefully choose his words regarding this topic that nobody had bother to talk about. "...Had been Sherly and William James Moriarty that close?"
'Oh he meant that.' John rubs the back of his head in a apologetic manner. "Sorry, I know little details about their relationship. But during times they see each other, Sherlock is unconditionally too happy whenever he meets William."
Hearing this, "I see." Mycroft made his final conclusion. "So my dear Sherly is lovestruck that much."
Surprised that he isn't the only one who thinks this way, John wanted to share his thoughts too. "Eh? You mean...my guts about it-" but Mycroft cuts him off. "We all have the same guts about their relationship. It was kind of obvious. The fact there are two witness who saw Sherly jump off the bridge by his own accord."
John thinking who could it be at that time.
"May I know who are those witness?"
Then a voice behind him.
"Am..."
It sounds familiar so he looks back, the identical face of William James Moriarty...
"Eh..you are, if am certain..."
Louis with a formal tone introduced himself. "Yes, it is me. The one you met at the train and bath. My name is Louis James Moriarty, William's little brother."
To Louis surprise John greets him in a cheer. "Been a while, nice to see you look well Louis!" He didn't know how to response to such friendliness. "..."
Mycroft realize this so he had to butt in. "Sorry he's just shy." John laughs.
"It's ok, I'm used to it. Louis is that not of a talkative person as I observe." Louis blinks, so apparently the rumors are true that Dr. John Watson is a kind man who can read other people into good image. So he had to grab his arm to find more courage. "That's...not it...Jonh...I mean Dr. Watson." As expected John wants to be more friendly. "It's ok! Call me John! No need formalities!"
It felt nice. "Ok, if you say so." Louis had a small smile, he turned serious again when he is about to talk on a certain missing two with twisted hearts. "Well then, I was about to say that my brother jump the bridge. He chosen to suicide due to Sherlock would not even kill him. Then...we saw him jump. He decided to join my brother William to the depths of hell it seems."
John's heart sank hearing it directly from the witness. "Sherlock...that fearless idiot!" He is in rage yet what is done is done. "I told him to look after himself! Yet he just...broke again his promise. What a liar and a dickhead."
Mycroft chokes onto that. "You are calling Sherly a dickhead?" John looks at them as if it is normal from him to come out those kind of vulgar words.
"Yeah why? Surprised?" Louis misjudge him for a soft spoken person. "Y-you did not look like speaking ill of others John." But to John those are no insults but compliments. "Hehehe really? Why am flattered."
The moment the wind blows, Mycroft Holmes attention went back to Sherlock's tomb.
"Excuse me gentlemen." Feeling the atmosphere into melancholic ones...
John has to call out to him. "Mr. Mycroft...?"
Mycroft breaths out. "Can I have a private moment with my little brother's grave?" He rather not have many people see him weak.
Louis and John looks at each other, John decided he take the initiative to leave.
"Ahh yes, sorry. Grieve all the time. I shall excuse myself." Putting back his hat, glancing at Louis. "Nice meeting you as mention Louis. And uhh...hope you take care of yourself despite the lost of your brother. I'm sure he was not an evil man. After all Sherlock loves him."
Louis repeated his words into. "Sherlock loves my...brother..." mentally he thinks. 'And my precious brother William feels the same.'
"Right." He knew it was the case between those two.
After all he had always been watching over his beloved brother William.
Trying to be not so cold after all this time of being far away from people besides of course his family and comrades. "I'll live on do not worry. You also take care yourself author." John blushes. "Eeek! So you found my books." He nervously chuckles about his works. Louis though wanted to share how please he is. "The adventures of Sherlock Holmes, once you done writing the final book...please let us know. I would like to review it."
Mycroft who had been waiting for them to leave him be. "Then drop it to my office John."
John smiles. "Yes, I will. I promise Sherlock to finish it." Then waves goodbye. "See you when I see you both!"
As John walks away...Louis bow his head to take his leave as well.
Yet.
"...Louis." Mycroft stops him. "Yes?" Looking at the older man who seems grim. "It may seem far fetched but...you aren't crying at all despite your beloved brother's death." Then he eyed Louis into a suspicious ones. "I wonder why is that...? Is he alive...?"
Louis is good at having the stoic face. In fact even though he is generally hot headed while William is rather a happy daisy faker. He is still alike to William. Smart and should be good at acting like a cinnamon roll who you think cannot kill a fly.
But that doesn't work for someone like Mycroft Holmes the Government himself is someone you watch out for.
'This is it.' Louis anticipated this suspicion. So without any signs of lying...he explained himself. "Ahh...I knew you would ask." Starting to stare at the grass to avoid the observing eyes of Mycroft. "Something I never told anyone." Placing a hand to his heart. "After my heart surgery, I rarely feel anything. With all honesty I do not feel any emotion besides anger. I always had anger issues since a kid."
Mycroft arch an eyebrow, he sense that isn't a lie but something else is there. He just couldn't put through words what is strange on Louis. "Is that why I never see you laugh? Interesting."
Louis then asks back. "Do you think they are dead Mr. Mycroft?" It is a good move to remove suspicious from him this way...
However it impacts Mycroft in a bad way. "I wish I believe that...but..." his eyes suddenly produce tears.
Louis gasp in disbelief. He got off guard. "...Y-you are crying?!"
It felt out of character if were talking about Mycroft Holmes. The man chuckles as he wipes his own wet cheeks. "How rude, even if am the government itself. I too is a human being. To think all the effort to keep my brother out of danger..." he paused. "...That you the Moriarty brother's made sure Sherly wouldn't die in any of you guys orchestrated crimes." Shaking his head in dismay. "In the end Sherly selfishly chosen death so he can be together with the one and only person who understood him the most."
Louis can relate. Because even though William is intelligent he never switch to a plan to fake his own death. He just really intended to die, how stupid isn't? Such a waste.
"Don't you count though? You are pretty same level or higher IQ than Sherlock."
Mycroft chuckles. "I don't count."
Confused. "Why?"
Mycroft pats the stone of his little brother's. In a manner pretending on patting Sherlock's head.
He misses him.
"Family does not compete family you see. Just like you...your brother William is very outstanding and you can never replace him even if you yourself should be born a genius or what not..."
Louis somehow felt down after hearing that.
"I get what you mean."
How should he say it? "My brother...William did told me once he felt like Sherlock is the only person who understood him despite me always by his side. It hurt but I couldn't voice it out. I just feel angry towards your little brother."
Mycroft finishes his observation to Louis. He had deduce that either Louis is telling the truth or he is acting. Nevertheless it didn't pose a threat. "Hahaha, I'm suppose to grieve right now. However this conversation we are having is fairly entertaining."
Louis shrugs. "Well...I would like some time alone too. Just call me to go at your office once you decide what my punishment is." Mycroft gave him an assurance statement. "Yes I would. I will give you the most certainly good punishment. Now please leave."
Louis looks at the time and he knows he got to leave Mycroft alone. "I know. And...I guess see you later."
When Louis left, Mycroft stared at Sherlock's grave. Even though there is no body found, Mycroft still feels lonely without having a solid evidence if he is dead or not. "...Sherly, if you are somehow alive with the person you choose to spend the rest of your life, I hope to see you one last time before my time comes."
Mycroft is dearly afraid to die alone.
"It might get faster."
Clutching at his hat.
"And it is too young for you to die."
Heavy sighs.
"This is why you are my sweet stupid lovely Sherlock."
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"Achoo!"
Chills sent to his spines.
Back at New York City.
"D-damn, did I caught a cold for doing that?"
The formerly known famous detective for the first time had back out on a difficult situation.
(("I-I think it is coming out Sherly- Aahh!"))
He had done it.
He crossed the line.
Now he cannot face William.
Because Sherlock had indirectly touch him.
He is suppose to protect that cinnamon roll.
That delicate fallen angel and yet...
"WHY DID I DO THAT?!"
He just taught him to masturbate. What more he helped him!
Wow.
What a gentlemen.
"NOoo!"
Conflicted.
Right now he is up the rooftop screaming like a crazy person. He is an idiot from afar if you see him from another building view.
'I-I almost...I almost preyed on Liam!'
Sherlock is ashamed of his actions. Knowing whatever William says in his mouth is definitely random words the depressed guy could say.
'YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO PROTECT HIM, NOT TAINT HIM...FOR GODSSAKE!'
Mentally scolding himself.
William is not on right mind, so of course he may become obedient. Less struggle and very vulnerable and dependent on him.
Because he saved him.
He ask him to live.
He is the one who caught him.
As said...That person is mentally unstable and yet he is taking advantage of William's fragility.
He remember one time when he is feeding him, William made that cute face.
(("You'll catch me if I fall right? Sherly..?"))
And he said he would,
(("Yes Liam, I will protect you. Nobody will harm you anymore if you are with me."))
But he is harming in a lewd way to explain!
"Dammit! GET A CONTROL OF YOUR HORSEY SHERLOCK! LIAM IS SUPPOSED TO BE DECENT AS HE IS!"
As if talking out loud will help to take back what he had done earlier.
A heavy sigh...
"I shouldn't have ditch him."
Well...a few seconds ago before he ran up to the rooftop.
William fainted at the tub. "Liam!" Catching him. "He...fainted." Carrying him up. "You really are a lot of work Liam." Drying him at the sofa. Dressing him up. "Your lips are so dry Liam..." touching William's lips. "That is not good..." zooming his face to his sleeping figure. "Oh...Liam.." He kissed his lips.
When he realized he is harassing a sleeping person, Sherlock slaps his own face. 'DON'T SHERLOCK! THIS ISN'T RIGHT. THIS WAS NOT THE PLAN.' Quickly he took out the cheap bed of rose pattern sheet to replace the urinated white sheet at their bed.
Cleaning the bed first here and there...Dressing William with new set of pajamas and then he laid him at bed.
Then he proceed to take a bath himself to control his urges. Once done calming himself he locked the door and ran all the way through the rooftop.
"William James Moriarty...the person who made my world crazy."
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Sherlock's POV
To think someone can read me right on spot.
"How did you know?"
"It is obvious."
Getting off the Noahtic, I immediately research about William James Moriarty.
He interest me so much that I want to know more about him. I have a good feeling we will get along so well if his brainers are not fake.
"Hmm...is that it?"
I talk to myself and placed the papers and documents about Moriarty house-lord.
"After the fire the adoptive brother Louis James Moriarty had a scar on his face. While the eldest Albert James Moriarty took the position as the head of family with the help of Lord Rockwell their trusted relative. Then...there is William James Moriarty. The real brother of Albert, whose highly intelligent than the two. He loves math and people seems to love him a lot."
Flipping some of the rubbish common papers about them. "William James Moriarty went to Eton College and at age 21 he graduated and became a mathematician professor..."
I whistled and thought he is a jackpot.
"I need to see this for myself." With hopes to see that person again, I went out.
"So this is the Moriarty household." I was in front of their gates yet...
DING, DONG.
"I'm Sherlock Holmes, William James Moriarty's friend. Please allow me to visit inside!"
But there is oddly no one there.
Not even a maid nor butler attending the empty household of Moriarty.
This mansion is built after the original building of it died in fire. It must be haunted.
"Tche, nobody's home."
After that visit I made I got framed up from Hope's case.
Is that...a coincidence...?
Nevertheless I got bored to death. John may listen to me but he surely didn't understand some struggles and confusions I got.
I got so stress, I told myself not to do drugs but it is the only way to get my mind occupied.
There is a what if...
"What if that genius mind is the killer?" However he didn't have any ties with Lord Enders. So it is truly impossible to link him to that noble's death.
"Aahh~ I want to see him again, that Professor."
Finally someone understood me besides the kind hearted John and landlady Ms. Hudson. Lestrade doesn't count. He is a nice guy but if I truly had a criminal record differ from Hope's incident, he won't hesitate to curse me in jail.
Then there's my brother Mycroft.
He makes me feel stupid. He calls me stupid, he is always ahead of me.
"But that Professor...he is someone I can keep same level. Maybe."
I want to see him!
And thankfully my wish came true.
We met at the train. I hurried and get involve with his time. His adoptive brother though seems displeased but who cares about him.
I just want Professor William James Moriarty's attention.
So I made a bad joke.
"You are that crime consultant, It is nobody than you...William James Moriarty."
To my surprised he just...gave me a sexy face with a daring pose.
"Catch me if you can, Mr. Holmes."
That was it, I was so in love. It send me chills, I cannot believe this! As if I'm on a game trying to fight the last boss.
How exciting!
But afterwards, another surprising crazy events happened. Meeting Irene Adler, fighting for her safety.
I met the Lord of Crime.
It was like a deal with the devil, in exchange of Irene's safety I will keep my mouth shut.
I know I will not see the face, but I kind of hope I will hear Liam's voice.
I had suspicions about Liam's highly intellect like mine. Sure he is born genius. Just because you are born a prodigy doesn't make you an evil person who had psychopathic braincells.
It is just that...I smell it.
It feels like Liam and I are alike.
He a psychopath then me a sociopath.
I need proof.
The voice was deep, not alike to his soft, very soothing voice. That if he is your teacher you might listen to him all day long.
I want to hear again his voice.
So I stalked him all the way to his school where he teach.
Durham University.
That is where I saw a different side of his.
I sneak in his classroom, pretend to be a student. Surprisingly he did not even notice the count of his student despite being good at math.
As if he is very focus to the text books he is checking before he started class.
Ah I get it.
He is a serious person when he does something for others.
As if...there was nothing left for his own sake.
'I wonder if you are wolf in a sheep clothing~?' With that curious thought in mind. I finally approached him with sass.
"Teacher~ Did I past your test?"
To my delight he look so surprised. He didn't expect my presence.
"Mr...Holmes?"
I took the opportunity to be friendly as always towards him. This person who makes me occupied with thrill.
"Yo Liam! You actually indeed teach at a university at your age!" However he ignored my greetings and said.
"You really are surprising...Did you take the exam along side my students?"
Dang it, he is so serious. I guess had to play along.
"Yep, so please score this for me."
As I handed him my test paper, his mood suddenly changed into more cautious demeanor.
He carefully asks, "...Why are you in Durham University?"
As if he feels like I stalked him. Cannot blame him, I did stalk him after all. I'm not ashamed to deny it.
I hope he did not see me as a creep.
"I wanted to see you lecture at least once. So I looked it up and came here for your lecture. Didn't know exam is about to happen though."
So I thought to cheer him up.
"And you promised that we'd have dinner after the train incident didn't you?"
But then Liam he-
"Dinner together? I don't recall making that promise with you Mr. Holmes."
Gaaah!
I was politely declined.
"Don't be like that Liam, let's have a lunch together!"
I insisted. After all he winked at me during the train departure when I said we should have lunch together some time! Liam wink at me, I swear that was yes response!
"...I don't recall saying I would go?"
Oh there it is, he smirk. He friggin smirked! Now he is joking with me, I see you there Professor.
"Don't be so mean! The reason I came here in Durham in the first place so I can talk to you. I have a lot I want to share right now. Please Liam~"
I kept begging.
Liam sighs and grab the rest of the test paper he have gathered.
"Unfortunately, I still have to check some of these papers. Sorry Mr. Holmes, I appreciate the thought."
Those eyes...he seems happy yet at the same time his body language says he is uncomfortable.
Why is that Liam? If you want to eat with me, just freakin say so.
Nobles are such extra!
"Then I'll help you check the papers."
For a second he closed his eyes as if I was some kind of an imagination that he wanted to go away. But Liam is kind to me, he just shakes his head and surrender his fate. "I guess there is no way of stopping you. At lunch you can talk to me, but I won't be eating. Really need to works these papers check."
That's much better.
"I know, I know. Like I said, I will help ya."
Finally he smiled at me and said.
"Ok, see you later then."
But then I remembered.
"Wait! Can I sit in to your second lecture?"
He stop at his tracks to slowly turn to look at me.
There it is...
"...I don't mind. Just behave I guess."
When I said that, his scarlet eyes widen with disbelief. He felt the compliment across. Nice.
"Like I said Mr. Holmes, I'll chitchat to you at my launch."
Now we talk, I like it. I can see his emotion.
To me Liam seems like he is faking his smile. I want to see his genuine smile.
I wonder how can I uncover him?
...I mean, I half lied about wishing to see him.
His fingers holds the chalk and he starts writing to the board. "This is the equation to solve this final problem...etc..."
On this second lecture, I observe his voice this time rather than his movements and ways of words.
I was in a deep thought as I intently stared at him.
I know he knew I was looking only at him, but he remained professional and focus to the board unlike the first lesson he made...he didn't even notice me at all.
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'There was a barrier...and his voice is muffled. The voice of the Lord of Crime who was in the confession room at the church. I recognize it somewhere...but it is totally different from William's voice.'
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I snooze out.
DING DONG, DING DONG...
ALAS! A moment time alone with my Liam.
"I'm glad to talk to you Liam."
"More than anything."
What I shared him is about my encounter with the Lord of crime and such more details about how I perceive the cases so far. Liam just agreed at me and he is silently listening as he keep marking red on his student's papers.
"Well...If I can't catch him and uncover the mystery. I don't mind giving up this life of mine!"
Everything went weird when he suddenly said this to me.
"Yeah, if you are prepared to go that far. I'm sure you'll do fine."
What is that face?
He look sad again but he hide it with that happy face.
Is Liam concern for my life? I bet he is...he is a nice guy after all with a little bit of naughtiness.
What more he didn't even eat. He really did finish his work rather than eat his launch.
I'm kind of disappointed he didn't eat with me. Not that I brought food, I just smoke a weed right at him.
I thought it will end weird as it is...
Then...
When I hop the train home, Liam stops me by saying another suspicious hints towards the real identity of Lord of Crime.
And how he actually felt about what I told him earlier.
"And...you said earlier you are willing to throw your life for the sake of catching the Lord of Crime? If you do so, make sure you return alive after arresting the Lord of Crime- Szzhrlock-"
Damn the train buzzing.
But I believe I heard it.
He said SHERLOCK.
"You called my name?!"
But Liam smiled again like nothing happened.
"Hmm~what Mr. Holmes?"
The tease. I guess gonna have to give up the dinner time I wanted with him. What a workaholic guy...
"Hah! See you in London Liam!"
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This is bad, pretty bad.
I can't get the Lord of Crime and Liam outside my head. It drives me crazy!
I needed to know, I needed to know, I needed to know!
Please be right! Let it be a correct guess!
That William James Moriarty is the real Lord of Crime himself!
And that wish came smacking me straight at Charles Augustus Milverton's secret villa.
Blast.
I can't help but laugh. I was correct! Eureka!
"HAHAHAHA! Right Liam?! Isn't that right Liam? I'm glad it was you!"
Even though Liam's face is so dark and gloomy, I didn't care. I was being insensitive yes.
"To be honest, I didn't want it to be anybody else but you Liam. I wanted it to be or and it needed to be you!"
His eyes were blank, as if he did think I was annoying but he was more mad towards Milverton.
"So am really happy you are here right now..."
So lovely, soooo lovely.
My Liam playing hard to get.
I'm pump.
"This is were the game gets serious Liam! I'll be the one to reveal everything about you! I'm going to catch you with my own hands!"
Finally his face softens before he made an evil like statement. What a show off...
"Hah, my answer to that is same as before...Catch me if you can Sherlock."
He left.
Hmm, Liam couldn't kill me. How obvious.
Liam likes me too, right? Right?
I hope so...
But the last days was not even fun.
A letter.
He gave me a suicide letter.
That...emo!
Why does he have to be so selfless?!
Why can't he just use his brains to fake his death. Faking your death is much better and smarter move!
"It was the same...we felt the same way all along."
He wants to hold hands with me at the same horizon. What do you mean next life? Why it can't be now?! I don't understand this self punishment!
"That imbecile!"
I'm so angry!
Will I make it in time?
If...If Liam succeeds in dying. I don't think I can continue to live in this boring life.
I'm sorry John...if I can't get to attend your upcoming wedding.
I'm sure you'll understand as much as I need you and as you need me. I need myself to be happy.
My happiness belongs to...Liam.
Same your happiness from here on now is with Marry.
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Outside POV
'Strange.'
Sherlock Holmes is acting strange towards William ever since that thing happened between them. You know...at the bathtub scene. 'I wonder why...?' As if an innocent thoughts. Well, It has been 7 months already. Halloween is coming soon. William's favorite occasion is Halloween while Sherlock loves Christmas.
But then again, things between them got very awkward nowadays. None of them brought up about it nor did have plans for the upcoming holidays.
'Could it be...he thought I would dislike it?'
Speak of the devil.
"I'm back."
The door opens, there is Sherlock who enters the room and he shut it right away. He looks very tired. Lazily removing the pea coat and toss it to the stand hanger. Trying to help the situation a bit lighter, William pleasantly smiles as he greets him back. "Sherly, welcome back." Right now William happen to be sitting at the sofa with his cane. He watch Sherlock sat besides him with a lazy reply of- "Yeah."
William find it strange. It bothers him to no end.
'That's it...?'
Sherlock's stomach's growl as he rubs his tummy then his hair brushing it up. "I'm starving. ~Ahh so tired." He is typically whining his stress. William kept smiling to hide his questions behind his back. "Billy left some food at the kitchen he said." Sherlock still not energetic, looks like he is going to doze off soon. Sherlock is looking at the ceiling. "Oh good." Waving his hands, sighing again. His back slump at the sofa's.
William finally furrows, 'This is weird...normally Sherly will check my temperature but he didn't.'
Until finally Sherlock notice, William is actually staring at him with such face. "What is it Liam? You've been staring at me. Something on my face?"
William put his fingers to his chin, it was a habit he had when in deep thinking. He blurts out.
"You're not going to touch me?"
Immediately Sherlock woke up from reality. "P-PARDON?!" William shakes his head in correction, "I mean, err...you usually check my forehead and...umm...sorry that came wrong saying." Sherlock delivered a slap to his own face for face palm, while his head is screaming.
'My god, my god, Liam don't say to touch you.!' Because Sherlock has not forgotten that he did indirectly touched him.
Outside he at least remain calm. "You look well so I didn't check if you are having a fever. Sorry about that." But his eyebrows were twitching. There is a limit for him to pretend not arouse by the situation.
After all...William's face is so innocent. A cinnamon roll who can kill you.
"It's ok. I don't want to be sick anyway. I want to help you soon." Gaining attention, "Help on what?" Watching William fidgets, "Paying the bills." Sherlock didn't expect this. "You mean working?" A nod. "Yes." At first he looked at William from head to toe. William still has his eye bandage, in pajamas and a blanket covering his shoulders.
He look un well in terms of being able to work.
Telling him facts. "You can't." But William needs a reason for this rejection. "Why not?"
'How should I say without hurting him...?'
Usually Sherlock does not care if he hurts people with his words as long as it is the truth. He offend so many people, but this is William. His precious Liam to be exact. He does not want to hurt his feelings of course.
Taking a deep breath, "Look..." Sherlock points at William's forehead. "You are a wanted man." However William arch an eyebrow in response not to settle down this matter. "This isn't London I presume?"
Sherlock sighs as he shared him the situation outside. "There is some foreigners out there whose British. So they may recognize you."
Contemplating what is Sherlock saying to him, William does understood the whole point of being banned outside now.
"You are saying am imprisoned in here forever?"
Sherlock pat his shoulders to comfort him and to make him accept this reality from now on.
Pat, pat.
"They say reap what you saw." William blinks. "You are going to be stuck with me for the rest of your life Lord of Crime William James Moriarty."
To Sherlock's surprise, William let a sexy smirk and follows, "Hehh~ To be personally keep watch by the Greatest Detective Sherlock Holmes. I couldn't be more honored." Sherlock gulps down his red face for a second. "Enough jokes, let me eat first."
William chuckles as he knew he succeeded teasing the tired Detective. "Sure, help yourself." Moving away from the sofa, Sherlock notice the sink is clean. No plates. Looking back to the sofa, "Hey Liam, have you eaten?" William who turned around and still at the sofa. His knees at the sofa's soft spot so he can peek to Sherlock's whose at the kitchen staring back at him.
He shyly says. "Nn...not yet."
Hold up.
Sherlock could see something is up, "I thought I told Billy to feed you?"
William did not even bother to lie. "I didn't let him."
Confusion. "Why?"
The next confession smack Sherlock again, this time he felt like he hit a brick wall.
After all, William says to him...
"I want you to feed me Sherly."
It was very cute!
Sherlock had to control himself. His face failed him though, the excitement traced on his face.
'Gosh Liam, don't. Stop this!'
Coughing, "You miss the train spoon thing huh?"
William made a face. "Not that."
He seems to be pouting even though he is hiding his lips behind the sofa's back bones. "I like eating with you Sherly." Then those puppy eyes. "Is it a no?"
Internal yelling.
'AAAAAHHHH!'
Sherlock taken back.
"L-Liam...you do know I always wanted to eat together too. Maybe outside?" Is the poor excuse. William didn't like that. From puppy face turned into an annoyed cat like expression. "I thought you said I can't be outside." Ah oh, William is going to be upset. Sherlock had to make another excuse and proper reasoning to the former professor. Teacher needs good reason enough to settle the matter down.
He confidently says, "We can disguise you. I never said that was not an option."
William shrugs, "Then should I disguise like Irene Adler."
Sherlock sweat drops. "Please don't."
William showed his evil smile in attempt to corner and annoy Sherlock. "Maybe I should make my hair longer like yours. Oh right, Irene Adler is a blonde woman." His finger tips playing his own hair locks.
Sherlock gulps down. "If you are going to disguise don't do the opposite gender. It may broke me apart."
William's piercing look.
"You loved Irene Adler, did you Sherly?"
Sherlock got more nervous but he tried to keep it all cool in a simple response to follow along. "She was that rare woman indeed."
William is also good covering his real feelings through a poker face. Mentally he deduce. 'I see, Irene Adler is Sherlock's first love.' He remember how he observe the two flirting back in Baker Street. He, Albert and Louis were fascinated at that time. But looking back now...William felt a little jealous.
Ignoring those petty feelings.
Here Sherlock decided to make things lighter into a joke though. "But she is a man now. She dead, dead." William mentally sighs as he also follows the joke. "Right, dead, dead indeed." Sherlock finally gain composure.
"Also why are we talking about a dead woman? Aren't I with you?"
"Eh?"
William did not expect those words coming from his mouth.
"We have been living together for the past three months and 25 days till now."
Ears going red.
"I choose you Liam."
William is flattered. Voice almost fainting as he call the man out.
"Sher...ly..."
"W-what it is?"
William hides down the sofa as he murmurs.
"Help me."
Got worried, Sherlock comes back to the sofa.
"On what?"
William covers his own face.
"Masturbate."
Sherlock's ears felt like a bomb went in it and it exploded.
"HUH?!"
Visible blushing faces.
William uncovers his face with a triumphant evil grin. "Like I said I never had such conversation to another man. Give me some books maybe." Sherlock did not expect to be fooled! "Oh you mean BOOKS." Now he blames himself to his inner monologue. 'OH god dammit Liam. Careful of choice in words!'
William is very amuse. "Hehh~" he cross his arms and yet there is it...his finger tips to his own chin.
Nervous Sherlock. "W-what now?"
William goes near his face, still kneeling at the sofa's. "Do not tell me you thought I meant that way of touching~?" Even though he claims his weak legs and knees. Sherlock is trying to distract his eyes to William's knees going deep the sofa's cushion as he is zooming in.
William whispered under his ears. "Aren't you a pervert Sherlock?" Sherlock let out a nervous smile. "Whose fault do you think is it!?" William paused. "Oh my." Before he laughs. "Fuu...Pff, hahaha!" Tears in his eyes. "I was just teasing you." Sherlock is shocked.
Is this for real?
Noticing Sherlock staring at him with unreadable face, William's stops.
"What now?"
A relief smile from Sherlock. "You are finally laughing by your own." William felt his heart ache though. "Eehh?" Sherlock slowly grab's William's shoulders in gesture to make him sit properly at the sofa. "We laugh together, but I never saw you laugh individually. Good job Liam. That is a first step."
William who did not fought back, he obediently sits back at the sofa. Until Sherlock's larger hands cups his cheeks just to check again his injured eye. William let him invade his private space.
Closing their eyes together.
"I hope you get better."
In return William softly grab his hair from behind.
"Me too, I hope your groove be covered soon." Noticing the amount of hair strands. "Hmm, Your hair...it's longer than before." Brushing Sherlock's hair for him.
It felt comforting. Sherlock purred, "Do you like it?" William chuckles back. "It looks charming. You with longer hair..." it is an honest compliment.
How delightful. Removing Sherlock's ponytail to reveal how long his hair length had been growing.
"You need to brush your hair properly Sherly." Sherlock is charged guilty in self grooming. "I'm always in a hurry. Don't have time for that unless really necessary." William proposed his intentions to help the other. "Then I'll brush it for you." Sherlock doubts, "With your condition?"
William gave him an authoritative look. He won't back down. "I want to, now stop protesting." Sherlock liked it. He click his tongue, "Ordering me around ey. I like that, how spicy~"
Smirking.
"Now come here~"
"Woah hey-!"
William just pulled him to the sofa to sit down with him.
"Be silent."
But then he noticed Sherlock is still touching his face. "Also...how long you are going to hold my face? Do you have a fetish touching my face or something?"
Suddenly Sherlock pinch his cheeks.
"Ow!"
With childish grinning, Sherlock continues to adore his soft cheeks.
"Because they look squishy!"
William rolls his eyes in response, however it is obvious he does not mind since he did not pulled away.
"...Who are you Jack the Ripper?"
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A few days later...
"Mr. PONYTAIL."
"HM?"
It is getting colder, apparently snow is coming soon. But right now it is still the month of October.
At their office lounge.
"You are zoning out, are you okay?" Billy stood beside him, Sherlock staring at the wall. "Ah? No. Just realized something."
Billy snorts.
"That you swing both men and women?"
"Not that one!"
Sherlock grabs out his pockets to reveal his wallet. It is salary day today, he had been thinking how to spend his money to get through winter seasons.
"It's about how...I never cared about money so much back then." Eyeing, "Is there a difference now?" Sherlock laughs out. "Yes there is. Like a lot of change."
He happily shared his feelings he never had before to Billy whose listening to him. "All I care is to solve the case. I never cared if my clients paid me or not. Or pay me half of price. All of those money, I leave it to my assistant to take care off and whatever he spends it onto is non of my concern. But now.."
Billy repeats. "Nnnow...?" Sherlock felt glad. He just felt so glad he had such feelings now. "I care about money because Liam is sick. Liam needs medicine. Liam needs a lot of things. Liam needs to be taken care off."
Billy humming, he is entertained to see such side of the famous mystery detective. "And your point is...?"
Sherlock shakes his head, "I didn't knew it is also enjoyable to suffer a little bit."
That went surprisingly disturbing. Billy's face drops. "HUH." Sherlock went energetic as he declares his fetish. "Like this is the first time I live to pay the bills not for adventure. How refreshing!" Billy is freaks out. "Huuhhh?"
Sherlock nods to himself with great ideas.
"Right, for Liam's sake I shall work hard and I will spoil him! Yes! Good idea!"
Billy steps back and whispers. "I don't know where did that optimistic side of you came from but am glad you are not being affected by poverty to live by just paying the bills..!" Sherlock heard it and still happy about it, as if he won a lottery.
"I mean Billy! I didn't know it is fun to bargain prize at the market! Remember that bedsheet with rose design? I got that for a cheap price for a good quality!"
Billy forced a friendly smile. "Ohhh so that was yours..." but deep inside his mind, 'I cannot tell him that it looks like a bed for honeymoon and the way Mr. Moriarty lays on it, he look like sleeping beauty. Better not tell him!'
Nervous lines. "Y-yeah it was a good deal right? Hehe."
Thankfully Sherlock is acting playful to the situation. "Yes! Now am more inspired! Get Liam all he wants do he doesn't have to work! We can do this Billy!"
Pulling the Sheriff forcefully. "Why even me?!"
Getting drag on.
"Let us buy him books!"
"Eeehhh!"
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SIGN 1
Today is near the end of October. Meaning Halloween is coming. Sherlock bought a lot of sweet things and of course some groceries for the upcoming celebration of scary things.
He recalled William likes Halloween the most than the rest of occasions. Quite his opposite but if William is happy, Sherlock is also happy. He is confident to improve his cooking skills this time to celebrate Halloween with William after all. Which is why he is enthusiastic.
"Liam I'm back!"
He met a floating white clothe.
It was that moment Sherlock froze on spot.
There is a ghost...?
'No...that is...'
A careful look, the floating blanket is actually just William covering himself with the said bedsheet blanket.
The rose blanket is gone and the white blanket from before that already been laundry is back.
It seems like...he is trying to fix the bed.
William right now had no eye bandage. His visible scar exposed as if it is some kind of Halloween make up. Noticing the presence, William stops what he was doing to look at Sherlock who had been standing at the front door view.
"Welcome back Sherl-*coughs!*"
And cold coughing.
"Liam?!"
Quickly Sherlock went to his side to stop him moving around. William pouts, "Don't panic Sherly. I just coughed. I'm ok." Proceeding to do what he wants to fix the bed. Sherlock looked worried. "Are you sick again...?" William flaps the bedsheets and covers them properly. "Oh...fever. It's faint but it is there." Looking around the room, Sherlock noticed something. "Are we decorating something?"
To his expectations yet he also did not see it that way...how William look very excited.
As if he is a child looking forward to sweet candies.
Yes, A new face he have seen from the calm and collected professor. "It's Halloween, my favorite time of year. I remember me and Louis would scare nobles off when we were kids. Hehe." Still a bit worried he is moving around. "But you had a small fever Liam."
William touches his own neck to check his own temperature...
"Umm...maybe because I practice to walk around the room?"
Sherlock is observing him. "Without the cane?" William did not seem to think too deeply about him still walking in a cane after all these months of doing nothing but resting. "I can't really do well without the cane. I go straight flat the floor." Finally Sherlock saw the small red stains at William's clothing.
"Is that why your elbow is bleeding?" William stops moving and checks his own arms. "What the-" he actually did not know that. "Dear me, I didn't even felt that."
Sherlock find it stressful. "Liam don't lie to me. You are hurt. I bet you had bruises all over your body on falling over and over." However the other didn't seem to approve the babysitting. "My body doesn't hurts, not counted." Sherlock ain't allowing a bad William.
"We'll see about that!" With evil smile he pulls William to bed. "Hey- what are you doing-"
Then pinch his bones.
"Ah!"
A Cheshire grin.
"Spot found it."
William found himself facing the pillows and Sherlock hovering behind him. "S-Sherly! Get off my back!" Laughing at William's defenseless sight.
Sherlock crack his fingers with a sweet threat. "I'm going to massage you whether you like it or not. Stay still." The moment Sherlock massages his back, William squeeze from the pain he never actually knew existed within his body and bones. "Ahhh...! I-it hurts! Stop it!" William grabs the bedsheet and his toes stretching every time Sherlock puts pressure to his sensitive spots. "F-fine! Just don't touch them! Or I'll cry-"
Sherlock kept on massaging William's body. "Ahah! Threatening me now with your fake tears! You thought I feel sorry for that! Take this!"
It actually tickled somehow.
"Aaahh! S-stop!" William is not hurt, it is just...the massage felt painful same time felt so good. As if he is an old man with back pain or something. That is what he feels like now under the mercy of Sherlock Holmes. "O-ooohh...my goodness...n-not there!"
William's feet goes up and down like a fish tail flopping with every pressure in Sherlock's grip to his back bone. Sherlock is enjoying this. "Come on Liam, relax your body! I'm good at massages. Sometimes when I'm bored enough I do give Ms. Hudson a massage in the back-"
But William cuts him off emotionlessly. "If rent gets delayed."
Alarmed. "H-how did you know that? Were you stalking me?!" William eyed him to his functioning iris while his cheeks are buried in the fluffy pillows. He tells Sherlock, "Yes, if you recall the building in front of 221B Baker Street. I was there watching you in the window with my brothers." He finally confesses that however there is his iconic devilish smirk displayed in clear view to Sherlock's.
"So I see you flirting with Irene Adler."
Sherlock panics. "Liam shut up and surrender your body to these hands!" Then proceeds to just tickle the other. William rolls around hopelessly getting tackled by Sherlock. "Hh-huh-Hahaha! D-don't tickle me! Hahah! I'll g-get aughh! Maaad! Hahaha!" After hearing enough of William's youthful laughter, Sherlock stops with a thankful smile.
"I'm glad..."
Visible teary eyes from laughter. "Eh...?" William's eyes widen as he finally sees Sherlock's face whose still hovering above him. 'He look very happy for me...?'
"I'm glad there is still laughter within you Liam. Not only a pool of tears." Sherlock travelled his other hand to touch William's pale cheeks. "How beautiful Liam."
William meanwhile narrow his eyes as it glitters to the past. He did admit he is out of character from his usual mature vibes. "...I never actually have laughed like that in my entire life. I don't even recall if there is any." Is what came out of his mouth.
Sherlock caresses' his face where his scar is located. His dead pupil just looking blankly to Sherlock's blue deep eyes.
"Liam, you don't have to work ok?"
William whined. "Why are you so against about me working? Even if am a wanted man, I can figure different ways to get a job done."
Only to hear a flat response of satisfied face from Sherlock's.
"It's because am having fun right now."
"Huh?"
Surprised, Sherlock puts his thumb under his dead eye lids to massage his face while conversing. "You see Liam...Waking up to check on you, to bath, to eat, to go to work. To get stress, to walk back home be greeted by you. Then take a dinner with you by feeding you then we bath. You know me cooking for you, how I practice for it. Then we go to sleep. Cycle repeats, we make mundane conversation until we felt sleepily or I have to go to work. All of those things I have never considered interesting are now interest me the most."
William parted his lips. His face is unreadable but truly after hearing how Sherlock sees him, it felt funny.
So he joked.
"Am a pet then...?"
Sherlock chuckles and added, "All the money I wasted back when I was still Detective Sherlock Holmes, I didn't care about money just to solve a crime that won't bore me. But now I care." Zooming in his face to William whose now in a poker face to hide his feelings of being honored to hear everything Sherlock just said to him.
"Because of you, I start to care."
But William lost it. "Sherly..." his scarlet eyes became watery again. He was touched to hear those caring words from the other man. The love from the other had properly passed through his soul.
Sherlock puts their foreheads together as he ask a favor to the crying William. "So let me care for a while...until then stay here and let me spoil you. You sleeping beautiful prince."
William snorts, "What the heck is that suppose to mean?" Then he lifts both of his hands to capture Sherlock's hair and pets them back.
"Good job Sherly, there, there..."
Blushing, "Hey stop changing our roles. Am not a pet in here by the way."
William find it cute and giggled, "Well you are my pet now. I don't want to be your pet." What a jerk. "Good boy, Sherly." Sherlock grins back at William's terrible joke. "I'm going to bite you if that is the case!" Parting their foreheads, Sherlock travelled down his hands from William's precious face down to William's abdomen.
He finally notice William did have a lot of small bruises, but that was not the thing that bother him...so Sherlock stared.
"But you know what Liam...?" Wondering what's with a serious face. "Yes?"
Sherlock mocks him. "You need some fats. You are so petite." It was intentional to made him annoyed. And William closed his eyes as his wet tears dried right instantly. "You also need to stop smoking drugs Sherly." Got scared, "H-how?!" Sherlock is sure he never showed William his addictive state.
Sherlock does drugs sometimes when he feel like his brains are going to explode or if it feels painful.
William suddenly acts like a mother. "I know you went on a drug den before you met Dr. John Watson. Billy told me about your migraines."
Oh there is a snitch. "That Billy!"
William points at him with an order. "I suggest you take coffee than doing drugs just for your headache to disappear." With a little bit of hidden agenda. "I mean...I don't really like the smell of alcohol, smoke and drugs. So..." Sherlock scratches the back of his head, it is difficult to change at least that old habit of him doing drugs...it is part of personality. "I can't promise that one but I'll take it into consideration." Is his polite response. Sherlock does not have any plans to argue or insist his addiction.
Because he knew William is right.
It did look like he is under William's authority.
Damn.
"I'll try to smoke occasionally and drop drugs for good." Sherlock's attempt to promise, however William lightly shake his head. "No. Don't force yourself. I just said it but if you are not happy with it then do not." Is the reason.
However Sherlock still find a small hint of disappointment from William and he did not like it. So he rebuttals, "But I want Liam to be happy."
Small blush crossed quickly to William's cheeks. "I see." He is happy to hear how Sherlock would really do anything for him because he was sick.
It feels nice to be this spoiled.
Smiling to another idea, "Then I'll be happy if you make coffee for both of us every morning." Sherlock looks at the clock, he almost put his weight down to William in this position.
Both did not notice how their manly hood are near each-other. "Coffee huh...then I shall make the best coffee ever!"
Satisfied nod. "Good."
Sherlock then flips him to view his back. With no strength to stop the man moving him like a paper.
"Back to massaging you."
William dislikes it.
"Wah!?"
...
A few moments later. Both chilling at the bed.
William says as he is staring to nothingness.
"That is the most interesting experience I had. Good massage, not gonna lie."
Sherlock doesn't buy anything William says whenever he had that staring at nothing mode.
"Your eyes glued at the wall."
William nervously laughs about it.
"Ahaha...umm.." eventually he speaks the other truth he had been also wanting. "I was just been thinking what does it feels like to be outside. I can see the whole place by the rooftop. But the feeling of being in it, I cannot picture it."
Sherlock looks at the calendar. It is near Halloween as mention, lots of interesting date spots outside. Like scary parks that can make William entertained.
He looks bored.
Sherlock is thrilled by those thoughts so he invited.
"Then let's go out for a dinner."
William is reluctant about it though. "...You are going to disguise me?" Sherlock crossed his arms in manner of guilt tripping William as they lay still in the bed. "Ahh~ahh, Remember one time were suppose to have a date together, but you declined me."
William gave him a look. "Date? Ah you mean when you selfishly went to Eton Collage without informing me? Reminds me you and I never really had a promise lunch. You were lying that time."
Ouch.
"I lied for good reason. I really want to have a lunch date with you." Winking.
"Geez..."
William thinks no harm this time but he is a little worried about his exposure. What if someone seen through his disguise?
Sherlock knew him well.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you outside."
Right...he decided to trust his life and everything to this man.
"If you say so, I'll be in your care Sherly."
Blushing.
"Y-yeah."
...However plan failed.
There is a typhoon outside out of nowhere. Everyone were told to stay put. Absolutely Sherlock will not risk William to have another sickness.
Back at the bed, serving William some coffee.
"Disappointed?" He teased.
William sighs, "It is as it is. I have to say am indeed looking forward to it...but..." deciding to be positive. "As long as am spending Halloween with you in this serenity am much happy."
Sherlock's heart skip a bit by that. But he cleared his throat and said his appreciation.
"S-same here."
He failed miserably, even so William finds it adorable.
"Sherly getting embarrass aren't we?"
"Shuddap."
Staring at each other, this isn't too bad.
Spending time with your love one is that much more important right?
"Happy Halloween!"
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SIGN 2
When he thought things between him and Liam is going peacefully. He was wrong...
"Almost there, you can do it Liam." With a cane, William walk up his bed and made his way to the kitchen where Sherlock is waiting for him to reach the table.
"Y-yes."
The food has been served already, an easy task to go there with his cane to improve his walking stability...Sherlock continue to cheer on him.
"You are doing great Liam."
With that said, sweats in William's forehead proof that this simple task to reach the kitchen actually exhaust him compare to running away in the rooftop.
Finally William reach the table. "Phew." With a relief sigh, Sherlock then pulls the chair in gesture for William to sat on. "Good job, you are improving Liam. It makes me glad."
William whose still feel exhausted but he is also happy with the results. "Yes, very soon I can finally walk without a cane nor anyone's help." With slight blush as he smiled at Sherlock. "It's all thanks to you and Billy. I'm truly grateful."
Blushing as well with William's flattery, Sherlock cleared his throat. "Ehem, yyess...Right!" Then tapping to the plates. "Here, let's eat."
William happily inclined. "Thanks for the food."
As he was about to eat, his eye caught the newspaper at the table. There was an outlining says...
'Britain...' Since his eyes are no longer sharp as before, he had to narrow his eyes to focus. Trying to read the half folded newspaper he blurts out. "Crime...Trial-" before he can finish, Sherlock grabs the newspaper with a nervous laugh. "Whoops! Forgot to throw the trash!"
Dropping a suspicious look. "That's a trash? It's newspaper to me."
Sherlock gulps and crumples the newspaper bulk. "It's all rubbish about politics! You don't need to see any of those!" With a sing a song, Sherlock went outside the kitchen. "You eat there, I'll be back Liam. Just gonna dump these trash papers!"
William pretend to play along. "Ok.." but he had a feeling it must be an international newspaper in America that may have talked about recent events in London.
His curiosity and the heavy feeling in his chest just now awoken.
Meanwhile Sherlock who panic too much that he did not realize part of the newspaper he crumpled fell down the bed's bottom. Cursing in his carelessness. 'Damn, that was close. Can't let Liam see what happened to that person...!' Going outside to indeed dispose of those evidence...
The door locked.
Once William heard it and confirm Sherlock is out of sight, he took his cane to scan hid surroundings.
There it is.
He found it.
A crumpled newspaper under the bed.
"That goof." Crouching down to grab the remaining evidence from whatever written in that news paper. William heard the door knob rotate.
"...!"
Immediately he kicks the crumpled newspaper under the bed again then went back to his seat at the kitchen.
Pretending he never left his chair.
"Ok, shall we eat?" He suggest Sherlock who just got back.
At first Sherlock find it suspicious but he decided it may not be a big deal. So he sat in front of William and they start eating.
"Yeah! Let's eat Liam! Now please grade your chef!" Happily eating their meal. It is a simple omelet egg. Sherlock is still practicing his cooking skills.
When William took his turn to eat.
His face went purple. "How was it Liam?"
William said bluntly. "Awful."
"Eeeh!"
"Is I was about to say...but it is just too sweet, again." Sighing. "Why do you keep putting sweet instead of salt Sherly?"
Sherlock pouts. "W-well, they said cooking should have love on it! And sweet is definition of love? Is it not...?"
William is dumb founded. To think Sherlock can sometimes be stupid too.
He muster all his strength to just tell him.
"You are an idiot, Sherly." Ending with a smirk.
Sherlock just knew it! William is challenging him again.
"Haaahh!?" He isn't really angry, more like he got inspired to get more serious in cooking. Pointing, "Wait till you drool to my cooking's Mr. Moriarty!"
William sweetly chuckles. "Now, now, even if it is not the best meal I have since in comma. I will eat anything you make Sherly. After all you took all these efforts just to feed me. I like it."
"L-Liam...thanks."
William waited for Sherlock to fall asleep.
Quietly...steadily...he made sure the bed did not shake by him getting out of it.
Grabbing the hidden newspapers from earlier, uncrumpled...he then reads.
'Britain's New of Crime Trial towards Albert James Moriarty. Albert who surrender himself in prison after 3 months since the incident of unveiling identity of Lord of Crime whose named William James Moriarty his younger brother.
Former Lord Albert said this: I will take responsibility for all of the crimes held by my dearest younger brother William. I know I should not feel this way, since I did not know about his rebellion to the Queen's. But even so, in the honor of my late household Moriarty...I wish to take up this cross in my shoulder and pay it by necessary means. If my life is not enough, thee I will gladly offer myself to be imprisoned for life.
With that honorable statement, the ladies of nobles cries in anguish. What will the Queen says to this? Is Albert James Moriarty will be sentence for life imprisonment or community service as he is strip off his title?
Next news in America etc..etc...'
William starts to tremble as he finished reading it.
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Sherlock...hears a sob.
When he turned around, unconsciously his hand patted the side of bed. Usually a body with heat will be close to him.
But no, the bed side is empty.
Still sleepily, Sherlock blink thrice to confirm that the bedside is missing someone...a certain patient.
"Liam? Where are you...?" Slowly he sat up, thinking the other maybe went to the toilet to pee. But no, the cane is right at the table bed corner.
Instead, he look straight ahead. The curtain flutters...then he noticed a curled up figure to the corners of shadow.
Focusing his vision, that figure is trembling and sobbing.
That is the voice of crying William!
"Liam!" Worried, Sherlock jump off the bed and went ahead to William whose in the corner of their room. "...Why are you in the corner of the wall?" Carefully he knelt down his size, slowly his hand touches William's chin in attempt to cup his cheeks. "Did you have a nightmare or something?"
Only to received an angry whimper from the other.
"Why?" William still curled up in his knees. Sherlock is confused why William sounded so angry so he repeated back to him. "Why on what?" William revealed his crying face with wet eye bandage to his blind eye. His voice sounds so hurt. "...Why didn't you tell me about Albert...about my brother Albert is in jail to atone in my behalf?"
Sherlock went silent.
Before he grunts "Dammit, I thought I already burned the newspaper."
Then William grabs his collar out of overwhelming emotions. He glared at Sherlock as tears continue to falls in his eyes. "What else are you hiding to me Sherlock?!" Biting his lips, it bleeds. "Answer me!"
Sherlock hated it. "Stop..." but he couldn't be unfair to him. William is right, he should have known. So rather than being angry back, he tried to calm himself like an adult should be doing to a wounded child. "Don't cry Liam...Albert proposed that punishment on his own." Is the explanation.
William instantly shakes in fear, letting go of Sherlock's collar...he began to look at his hands. William imagined there is blood on it. The irritation and self guilt that he had almost forgotten had rushed back like a cursed memory.
"No, no...no!" He chanted in denial. Sherlock knew this is bad. So bad! It is similar at the river of Thames. Except William is much more pathetic this time.
About to touch him to calm down.
"Look, Liam-"
SLAP!
His hands were smacked, William threatens.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!"
Grabbing his own hair strands out of frustration of being powerless right now. William pulled his own head and hair strands to restrain the anger boiling inside his unstable emotions. "GET...AWAY!" He continued to yell out. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" Going crazy. "Kuuhhhh...My whole body just hurts...My soul hurts, my hands...my voice...nnhh...everything just hurts...!" After yelling a lot, he whispered with a woe.
"I want to die."
Sherlock turns to be mad this time.
"LIAM!" He scolded him and harshly grab William's shoulders, he grips on them tightly that it engrave his thumbs to William's clothes. "DON'T SAY THAT AGAIN OR I'LL PUNCH YOU." It was not effective. William yells back. "THEN GO AHEAD KILL ME! KILL ME AND END THIS DESPAIR AND..AND ANGUISH I FEEL!"
Sherlock got hot headed too. "FINE! LET'S DIE TOGETHER NOW."
William gasps.
"What?! Not again, Sherlock stop it." But Sherlock pulls him closer, he is deadly serious.
"Go ahead kill yourself Liam. If I have a gun I will shoot myself if you suicide by any means!"
Such threat...
"If it's heavy, let me share it Liam." Sherlock's anger died down upon seeing William's visible crying state.
This guy is purely depress.
"Didn't I say if you feel like falling down, let me catch you?"
Comforting words.
"You are a one man Liam. You can't shoulder everything!"
William just cried out his frustration. "I...I...I don't know...! Waaaahhh..!" Falling to Sherlock's arms who catches him and hugs him. "Shhh...it's ok, cry all you want Liam. But death is forbidden. I need you to be with me Liam. I cannot live without you."
William couldn't control his vulnerable state. He did not care if he looked like a lost child, it did feel like he had drop all his maturity into a child-like sanity.
William is loosing it.
"Why...?" He sniffs, "Why are you so obsess with me. Just let me be already..." he trembles. It felt cold...as if William is breaking himself like am eyes.
Patting William's back and hair at the same time, Sherlock still had time to be playful. "A saying blondes are idiot and genius are out of logic. You are my friend, I shall be with you till the end, even in after life or next life." Stopping the hugging part, Sherlock captures his chin and lifts it up to have a proper look into his scarlet eyes.
"I'm bound to you Liam."
William averted his eyes though, he is ashamed again. Sherlock went closer to his face. "Look at me...come on." William whimpers. "I can't...it's blurry."
Sighing. "Because you keep crying." Then he reached for William's bandaged eye sight. "Look, your bandage got wet. Got to take that off."
"Once you stop crying, I'll put brand new bandages. Until then show me your face Liam."
Weakly, William put his hands to Sherlock's chest to pull away. "B-but it's ugly." He still had no self esteem.
Sherlock tried to praise him in his own way.
"Not to me, it is beautiful." Catching William's wrist to put them in place. William exhales, "Again with your sweet talk..." however he isn't struggling to get free.
William and Sherlock stayed at the floor for at least a second.
"Come on." Cutting off the silent, Sherlock stands up and offered his hands to William.
The ex professor thought it was an order to rest as usual. So he protested.
"I don't want to sleep."
Sherlock pulls him up either way, but not to his expectation. "No, were not going to bed. We are going to the rooftop."
Weird out.
"...Why?"
Finally standing up as well, he is being support by Sherlock's arms right now.
"We need some fresh air."
William glared at the bedside though. "I don't want to. Just leave me be." Sherlock insisted. "No can do."
But William shuts his mouth to be stubborn.
Sherlock knew he had no choice, he is handling a traumatic kid who has an adult body.
"Up daisy." Swiftly he carried William to a princess cradle. Totally embarrass, "Hey! Put me down! This isn't time for jokes Sherlock-" but he was hushed by those capturing looks from the detective.
The authority is there.
"You are coming with me, stay still."
William went silent.
Tap, tap, tap...)))
Carrying William all the way to the rooftop, the tension between the two is very loud despite the silence that follows visibly.
Even though William didn't really want to, he did not have enough strength to get away from Sherlock.
The decision to cool off their heads to the rooftop...finally they arrived.
Stars above well bright.
Sherlock put's William at the available bench from before. With a happy tone, "Look, the stars are bright tonight!" However William is looking downwards. He isn't interested. "But..."
Finally had enough, out of annoyance Sherlock grabs his jaw and forced him to look up the night sky. "Dammit Liam, stop crying for a second. Look!"
Astonish.
William's eyes gawks at the amazing starry sky.
"...So these are..." A bit speechless, "...the stars from this country...how bright. In our country the stars are barely visible."
Sherlock release William's jaw and join in the bench. He sat there to his right side as he stares at the twinkling stars too. "Well our country is kind of edgy not gonna lie."
William's attention is glued onto the starry sky though.
Taking that as a yes, Sherlock asked.
"Have you calm down Liam?"
William still did not response for a while until he let a broken smirks.
"You are a crude man Sherlock." Slowly William shook his head back to the floor. "How do you say so?" Sherlock pretended that he did not notice the tense body of William from stress earlier had slump back at the bench's support. He wanted to hear William's voice whose broken. "Because you know I won't go back to London at all regardless knowing Albert's situation."
Humming. "Hohh~? Care to tell me how did you come to that conclusion?"
William speculated the whole scenario for him if what if he did ditch him here and now.
"If I returned to London, surely you will chase me over there. Then, once I got arrested to set free big brother Albert. I will be executed."
Playfully nodding in agreement. "Hmm-mm." This smart talking of William is music to Sherlock's ears.
William had never spoke like this felt like centuries.
"And if I get executed, you are going to kill yourself. Just like how you joined my suicide in the river of Thames. That is so stressful you know? I don't want that drama again. Ever. It is already a miracle were alive and well like this."
Amused and proud.
"Hah! Liam, you really know my personality."
William let out a mocking short laugh. "Fuu...pfft, You are so cruel...the fact you know that I do not wish you to die by any means, my fate has been sealed the moment you took me away from London." Finally looking at Sherlock's direction instead of the flood.
"Really...why are you insane?"
Sherlock shrugs as he let his arms rest to the bench support to show hoe comfortable he is right now. "I don't know, you can ask my brother Mycroft."
William whose turn to observe Sherlock's bodt language. "Why Mycroft?"
The detective cross his legs. "You Moriarty Brothers and Mycroft are accomplice right? You guys lied to me. Like, all of you."
William did not expect that reasoning came out of nowhere...more like...to think this man knew that secret agreement they made with Mycroft.
"I see, you figured that much."
Sherlock stares back from William to the stars above as he deduced. "I bet you ask for him to be silent and he beg you something to keep me away from the dark or so."
William followed the same, he look again at the sky. They were having a relaxing conversation now. "Come to think of it...yeah you are right. Mycroft did said something about that."
It changed when Sherlock revealed a disturbing truth to him.
"You see Liam, when I was young the first case I solved was my mother's murder."
A sign of trust.
"...!?"
Unsure how to response to Sherlock's sudden dark confession, William kept his mouth shut to listen to his story. "...And you know what? Even though I love my mother so much, I felt joy in solving her complicated murder case that is shown as accident even though it was intentional. Instead of happiness that I gave my mother justice, that is where it sparked my interest to be a detective. Giving justice to the truth didn't interest me it was of how nobody can discover the truth but I did. I felt proud and pride onto that. Twisted aren't I? "
This time Sherlock shows his sadness and William felt his heart throb in pain from seeing a sad Sherlock Holmes.
"As you said Liam, am a cruel man. My big brother Mycroft wants to try and tame that beast within me but I did not let him." Sherlock looks down at his shadow. "I told myself I was born to be a detective and I shall solve the worst of worse crimes ever and be the greatest." With an excitement at end of his words. "To solve the most complicated crimes ever!"
Sherlock looks at William with that flirting wink.
"It came true when I met you Liam. You are my dream now."
Trying to hide his blush, William carefully open his mouth.
"Am...your dream...?"
Really? He couldn't believe it.
However Sherlock isn't lying, he never did.
"When I rebel against my father and brother, I went to Ms. Hudson. She is like a mother to me and I recently discovered she is also lying to me. The rent thing, someone actually pays half of it. It was Mycroft." Slightly annoyed. "Really, that melding brother."
William let a relief smile.
"It must be nice."
"Eh?"
Before his face turned all gloomy as he look at his hands. As if...blood is there. His guilt gathered to his imaginary bloody hands.
"I have something to confess..." He started. "The truth is, after disappearing with you...it never cross my mind. Louis, Albert and the rest." This were the dark feelings and reality William had always hide from everyone. "Normally right? Were suppose to remember our love ones. Thinking of how are they, what are they doing? Are they safe? But you know what...those kind of empathy thoughts never cross my mind."
It is heavy, to act like he is doing everything for his love ones when in the end it is just him similar to Sherlock finding thrill through his intelligence to shine and be used. "It's like I had enough. I was like who cares about them? Who cares about everything so far? I just want to be alone." William is openly sharing Sherlock his selfish and bad side as a human being.
As loving brother supposed to be.
"All I can think of is myself. Thinking what should I do from now on...which is why when I discovered Albert's situation, it slap me hard. It slap me the reality that there are people I have abandoned in order to live peacefully with you."
It is not intentional but William couldn't hide his feelings for Sherlock whose intently listening to his depressing rumblings.
"...All because I wanted to stand at the same horizon with you and hold hands with you like a friend should as be."
His hands starts to shake.
"Now it haunts me."
Closing his eyes with furrowed eyebrows, it pain his head. "It's still blood red these hands. But because you keep saying it is ok to be stained...I kept on convincing myself that there is no blood in my hands. That it is an illusion since am going a little bit crazy."
Sherlock whistled. "Well, you are actually already in crazy phase Liam." William kept coming his hurts. "Albert...Louis and everyone from my authority back there. What happen to them? Are they living to the fullest? Or are they also like Albert have to face such punishment?"
William opened his melancholic eyes and it attracts Sherlock. "Liam..." he wanted to comfort him but the other is not yet done with his mellow drama long narration.
"I thought if I took all their sins even Whitely's...that nobody would punish them nor have clues that they are also part of those evil plans against the government of Britain."
So Sherlock can only say at this point, "Liam, it is ok to be selfish. The years you spent to be selfless is over. It is time to live by your own time and by your own means."
William chuckles as his body felt tired nevertheless.
"I know this is the perfect timing to do so. Which is why once again you have won Sherlock."
He made a unnerving decision.
"I'm not going back there."
The cold wind of night blows their hair.
"...Is that your final answer?"
William turned his head back to Sherlock. "Not quite, I may somehow want to go back...only if am better and sane man." With a bit of blaming. "I mean, I didn't think you'll shoot Milverton."
He sighs as Sherlock felt attacked. "So I don't want you suddenly doing killing spree there if I return with my own selfish accord, get caught, get killed. I have now profiled you as an insane man whose willing to kill or be killed for a crazy person like me."
Finding it funny. "Ahaha!" Sherlock is entertained once more. "Yep Liam, you are my prisoner. Whether you like it or not, you shall stay with me until I decided to let you out."
William laughs lighter too.
"That would be sweet Sherlock."
Silence...
William moves closer to their sit with a small request. "Sherly...Can you hold my hand for me...?" Sherlock will say no to that. "Of course."
Holding their hands together, William's right hand to Sherlock's left hand. "There you go."
William squeezes them. "Feels good, your hands are very manly, Sherly." Sherlock squeezes back too just to tease. "Your hands more like feminine though Liam. Get some meat."
Both were playing their holding hands up and down like they were having a thumb wrestling.
"Whose fault is it he can't make better meals?"
The attitude.
"I see you spoiled brat now huh."
William and Sherlock burst out laughing this stupidity.
"Pff-ahahaha!"
Getting tired, both their backs slides to the bench as they kept holding hands together.
"Really...the stars are so bright right now..." William said that as he slowly rest his head to Sherlock's shoulder.
Sherlock enjoyed the company however the wind is getting stronger above this roof.
So he had to end it now.
"Well now Liam, it's getting cold out here the rooftop-" only to find the peaceful face of William to his shoulder. "He...fall asleep..?"
The other free hands of Sherlock made it's way to fix some of William's hair strand with a wantful look in his eyes.
They glimmer to possessive thoughts.
"Liam...I love you. You are mine, just mine. Nobody will...not even you should be apart to me."
Making an oath for the other not to hear, he whispered and put his forehead closer to the other.
"I'll take care of you...my beloved William James Moriarty."
Carrying William back down to their room apartment. Placing him at the bed and covering him some blankets.
Sherlock fell asleep.
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The next morning...
"Boss Owen, I can't make it to work. I have serious emergency situation. Can you file me a sick leave?"
Is at the Detective Agency office, Sherlock requesting a vacation.
The chair turned around, "Is this about that bed ridden person Billy shared about? The one who talk about when we were drunk?"
Looking proper. "Yes. If...if I don't stay by that person's side right. This might be the last. So please." Sherlock even bowed his head.
The boss sighs. "Very well, I shall assign somebody else. How many days do you need?"
Thinking for a second. "A month. I need a month."
Owen signs the paper.
"Then I call it Vacation leave then."
Surprised it went well. "Thank you boss Owen!" About to dash out.
"Sherlock."
He stops at his tracks.
"...Yes?"
The boss congratulations him.
"Enjoy your vacation with a sick person of course...that you treasure the most." With a follow up, "Billy actually took your assignment. Thank him later." Yes...Sherlock told Billy the situation. Thankfully Billy took over his assignments. Billy won't be coming back home anytime soon.
When Sherlock got back home and there it is...the worst he could even imagine.
William staring blankly at the corner of the room with a blanket hovering above his head. Even though William is suppose to accept what happen to Albert...he is still crying about it.
As if the conversation they had at the rooftop never existed. William had stop speaking after that night.
'He is so delicate...How I wish I could burn his sadness away...but it does not work like that.'
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Meanwhile Liam's head is actually filled with...
'Did I heard it correctly...?'
(("Liam...I love you."))
'Sherlock said he loves me. Does that mean anything? I mean...I love people I met. But why does my heart jumps whenever he says it. Is it something else than friendship...? Billy said Sherlock and I are possible soulmates. I haven't told him that, I felt shy all of a sudden whenever it cross my mind to tell him about it. What is...exactly our relationship?
(("Friends don't cuddles!"))
Billy said.
'So...should I look for three signs? Just show me three proofs Sherlock Holmes. If the love you speak off...is more than friends? I don't know how friendship works. Albert nor Louis...they don't have friends either. I really don't know how friendship works. I have read books but, those are just information. I have to becareful, I do not wish to be a burden further.'
Breaking inside.
'What am doing...?'
Heavy sighing.
'I feel exhausted.'
Hiding head.
'I just want to cry until my tears would dry out. But it won't stop.'
With a dreadful face, William's eyes produced another set of waterfalls as he kept staring through nothing.
Depression is no joke.
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William's POV
The mist in the air, hiding the sins of London.
I Holding the List of Judgement. This secret cist to bury them.
My Dying Wish for those who oppress the lower.
"Set a thief to catch another thief~"
Is the motto of our organization, the Lord of Crimes.
If I say Someone's crying voice, we must-
"Set a thief to catch another thief."
To those who were crucified and left to be laughed at. This Bloody World, the Dystopia without light where flowers won't bloom anymore.
As Moran, Fred, Louis and Albert says it with me.
"Set a thief to catch another thief!"
As their real mastermind of all aristocrats death of punishment. I declares.
"While being oppressed, Instead of standing and watching. Let's start to put an end to it!"
Like a brainwashing cult, I spread my arms with a glorious speech.
"From now on, us to save those pitiful souls, us the Lord of Crime, the sacrifice of the ideal for our reasons and visions. Even if we are to burn to hell with them, freedom will last forever if this plan succeed. I guarantee this to you all who follows me!"
But this...starts to crumble...
Sherlock Holmes came into picture.
'Don't believe what you see.'
The truth that's not worth learning, I told myself.
There's only one purpose of my existence.
'I don't want to hear further of his voice. It is like a devil tempting me to abandon what I must do. What I already started.'
I'd be lying to my heart if I dislike it.
Then here we are together.
Stuck together, both declared dead.
Sherlock said onto me every time as I'm in a verge of destruction under this depression.
"Liam, let's go together. Not having an answer shouldn't stop us. There's is no turning back."
Our memories on the last day of the Thames flashes before my eyes. I felt sentimental.
However Sherlock embraced me once more, my head is floating yet here he...instead of going to work he took a 1 month leave just to guard me.
My declining mental health.
For someone like me a psychopath.
He whispered in my ears.
"Liam, Am here."
I ended up mumbling my own words, they tremble into a weep. I couldn't control my emotions unlike I used to make a poker face.
"Look at me with your eyes. You cry too much...shhh..your beautiful face gets ruined. Liam stop crying please?"
But now they are just like water falls.
I pleaded to Sherlock, a pathetic man am now.
"Sherly...Hold me down till the end If you want me to stay beautiful as you keep claiming. I'm broken, so don't hesitate..."
Sherlock tried to comfort me more by saying, "Then let me end it for you Liam." as if wiping away my sins with his promises.
'I wished we could have talked like this. For the first time, I didn't doubt that we understood each other. What if we had been in different positions? I can't change the future I'm aiming for I'm not afraid to make hard choices if I can make amends.'
If only I met you sooner...
It is not a regret but a wishful thinking. My dying wish had been eradicated to a twisted heart.
Sherlock cups my cheeks to wipe the never ending tears of depression.
"I'll make you get your clear mind back. For sure I will Liam."
Sherlock is trying his best to put me back together. I'm such a burden...
"Take this...pill..."
My lips were parted by his thumbs, as he insert a medicine that I never recognize before.
Ahh...
I'm intoxicated by the tingling sensation. I just...stare at my dirty hands, thinking this is karma.
While I feel his pressing fingertips to my face.
"Look at your eyebags, so deep. You are in a state of despair I know, but you should sleep...okay?"
Sherlock would always wipe me out from this pain.
"Do you still hear me..?"
Yet...Every time I blink my eyes, they're changing I'll burn it in my eyes until the end.
Even if I put everything in the past.
"You are good Liam. You are..."
It sound like am the scarlet thread who will flutters in the wind at 5 a.m.
My emotions gets reset ever 5am in the morning strikes.
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DING DONG...DING...DONG...)))
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Sherlock Holmes stayed there hugging me as I hurled myself at the corner of walls like a yarn ball.
"Liam...I love you."
I heard it again.
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Outside POV
Flashback before the strange pill he swallowed.
Billy at home before he goes out.
"Are you sure we should drug him?" Referring to William James Moriarty curling like a yarn ball into the corner of the room rather than in his bed.
"He seems...out of you know."
It is quite obvious the situation is grim.
Sherlock told Billy for how long this had been on going. "Liam has not sleep for two days already. He needs to sleep but he refuses. Got to force him. Also you said you need me for something right? Let's make it quick." He had to take drastic measures now.
Billy a bit uneasy with this idea. "It may take two or three days. You sure? You don't have to. I mean I switch duties with you. I just went back to seek advise but it isn't over yet. The assignment..."
Sherlock rubs his face, he is also getting stressed out. He didn't smoke nor do drugs for a while since he promised William. It is driving him crazy. He taps his footing. "Which is why by then Liam should sleep with these."
Billy just wants to be supportive.
"Ok, hope he takes it."
End of flashback.
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Gasping back to reality.
William James Moriarty had no idea he had been in a blank state of mind for at least...a week or so.
Lost in time, lost in what date is it already?
He found himself back to bed. He found medicine at his side where the table and glass of water is located.
"Sleeping pills...?"
Did Sherlock just really drugged him to sleep? Besides the anti depressants...sleeping pills are overboard isn't?
'Where is he though...?'
It is quite.
"Billy? Sherly?"
No answer.
'Oh...I get it.'
He is alone right now.
"Was I forgotten or..."
Did something happen to those two?
Not knowing how many days he had been a useless doll of problem, William made a decision.
'Where are they?'
Slowly gathering the courage to get off the bed, William started to walk without a cane.
Shaking legs.
He got to the sofa and found a telegram.
Eyes widen.
"This is...!"
It reads...
"Dear Sherlock Holmes..."
It is a phantom of his shadows.
'Louis?!'
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The mission for Sherlock ended, he left Billy to continue the rest of the assignment. It is the 3rd day and he expects that person should be still asleep...and yet when he opens the door to their apartment.
The figure of William leaps to him, William just jumped to hug Sherlock.
He was captured. 'What the-'
Stunned.
"You came back for me."
This is surprising to him!
Because William whom they drug to be asleep for 3 days is actually already awake! This means drugging William is no longer effective...?
Afraid that William lost is forever, Sherlock nervously asks. "L-Liam...? What are you doing?"
But he heard a profound voice as William's face buried to his chest. "You've been gone for three days." Tightening embrace, Sherlock can feel William's desperate thumbs pulling his clothes from his back. Ohh~ the fingernails are upset.
"I thought something happened to you..."
William starts to tremble in fear.
"I got scared. That I will be left alone waiting here."
Sherlock's eyes gasps as he realize what he put William through.
"I thought you would not come back."
Badump, badump.
'Calm down heart...!' Sherlock gulps down.
"I thought you have abandoned me."
Badump, badump.
Eyes twitching.
'Liam might hear it...!'
Acting normal as William kept speaking his thoughts out loud.
"I thought...I just thought you were..."
Sweat drops.
'My heart pounding too loud right now!'
Sherlock did not know what to say to comfort the other so he just grabs him like a potato sack.
"Alright heavy oh!"
"Eh?! Put me down, what are you doing?"
And throw him at the sofa.
"Well you can walk just fine Liam."
Ohh..yeah it was that.
"Seems like you are functional now...these legs of yours..." teasing the said legs. William weak attempt to kick his hands from his. "Can you not touch it with your fingers? It tickles."
Sherlock had unreadable face though. William is not sure what is the man thinking. He didn't even hug him back!
Sherlock just selfish right now.
"Fine let's do it this way."
Sherlock lift him up then before he knew he was sitting on Sherlock's lap.
"What-"
The man rested his face to his neck.
Finally his greetings were returned.
"I'm home Liam." Sherlock purrs at his shoulders. "Sorry if I made you very worried." He snaked his arms to hug William's body. William felt his back shiver despite the warmness of the other from fatigue. Sherlock's body heat is being shared to his cold back. William gulps down as Sherlock doing his assurance statement.
"But rest assured...If I happen to die while away with you, my spirit will go to you first before the grim ripper."
Well, that is disturbing.
"Don't say red flag things like that. Seriously."
Is all William can say as he is still sitting on Sherlock's lap. He couldn't actually keep himself comfortable since their members are close to each other.
They both felt it made a movement.
Ah oh.
Sherlock could tell what crossed William's mind. "Is it okay...?" Even though he can't really see the uncomfortable face William making right now, William's tensed up body says so loudly. "I missed you. I want to make sure you are still with me Liam..." since William did not say anything nor bother to move away from this position.
The fingers of Sherlock to his fabric, he can feel the man's temperature.
"You are already doing it, Silly." William looks at him from the side. Sherlock had that wide grinning. "Then I'm going to touch you there you idiot."
But deep inside he is questioning this type of William right now.
'Hold on...he isn't running away?'
After all William had random mood swings and sometimes his persona turns to his adult self then to a lost child. William is mentally unstable.
Though the blonde hair patient finally declares an invitation. "I don't know what to do with it. Maybe you can do it again for me...?"
Sherlock's ears sings.
'Wait, wait, wait.'
He gulps down his lingering saliva.
'Is Liam...'
His heart pounded again.
'Seducing me...?!'
Is this it...!?
William said in a lower yet careful speaking. "...I tried it myself, but the strength in my hands are not powerful enough to ease the pain."
Sherlock laughs. "What am your slave?"
William giggled. "Sort off."
Sherlock wants to take this opportunity though. "Really now? Then I'm going to touch you master." And he did grab William's crotch to squeeze it right off the bat. William stretch his toes as he moaned. "Hnnn...!" Worried he might have been too hasty. "Sorry does it hurts? I made sure to put soft pressure." However William gave him further permission. "I-I'm ok. Keep going, am watching how you do it. Like I said just for this time...I-it won't happen again."
It is a bit awkward but it is something they both agreed on doing.
"I-if you say so."
So Sherlock begins stroking it up and down. The fabric started to get wet.
"Hahh..." William hot breath going in and out.
His breathing pattern following every stroke from the other.
Sherlock is observing him silently. 'It seems Liam's body is still wild because he never calm himself when it happens.' It is clear as day that William can't control yet his body when it feels pleasure. Things going to be noisy if they go further.
"S-Sherly..." William couldn't help but moan the man's name. "Liam..." Sherlock feeling hot too.
"I'll proceed." Putting his hands underneath the fabric, sliding hands into William's. The ex Lord of Crime arch his back and yelps.
"Ah!"
It is embarrassing.
"Bare with it."
But he had to bit his lips.
"U-understood..."
A few strokes, massaging slowly and gently. William dugs his fingernails through Sherlock's knees.
Sherlock hissed. "Hey Liam, you are clawing me. Calm down-" when he peek at Liam's face, Sherlock jaw drop.
The face William is making is...Erotic.
'Why are you making that face Liam?' The cinnamon roll disappeared. 'Could this be an invitation...?'
Gulps.
With warning. "I'm going to take it off." An approval of nod. "Nn."
There it is...
It's hard and it's standing.
Sherlock is so turned on, he can't be stopped now. "I'll go faster this time, let's get this done before Billy returns okay?" William did not know hos own face is a prey right now. "O-okay. Go on Sherly, I trust what you are doing."
Shafting faster. "Ahh...ahh...It feels good..." is what William praising Sherlock for.
'Dammit Liam! Liam...!' Mentally Sherlock moaning his name too. He is pulling it up and down. It is very hot that even Sherlock's thing starts to throb. "Tsk!" Sherlock though wants to control it down. 'Not now cowboy!' Not noticing Sherlock's member is trying to stand. William bit his finger nails with wet eyes.
"I-I think it's c-coming out-" the pain is real. "Sherly...!"
It came out.
Spurt, spurt.
Both heavily breathing. Sherlock actually came too inside his pants but he did not want William to know that.
Not yet.
"Did it feel good...?" Is his concern. William on the other hand felt light headed. He didn't know till now releasing stress through masturbation really felt good.
"Nnhh...yeah, just feel dizzy." Similar to his first experience, he is probably going to collapse.
"I guess you are having a fever again." Is Sherlock's accurate guessing, it's not the first time William gets fevers. In reality eversince they had that accident in the Thames, William always get fever time to time.
Letting William go as he wobbles.
"Let's clean up."
"Indeed."
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A few moments later, back to bed where they both already had a fresh bath.
"Say Sherly..." turning to Sherlock's. "Yeah?" William makes a request. "Can you buy me some new books? I'm starting to get bored."
Sherlock is bewildered. "Wait, you already finished those 5 books I got you?!"
A nod.
"That is hella fast."
William chuckles, "I used to be in a library. Me and brother...lived there. Don't ask how."
Liking the atmosphere, "Umm okay, Sure. What book do you want?" William took a thought to himself. "Hmm...Something I have never read before, since this is not London."
Sherlock huffs, "I get what you mean. Sure I'll get you some new books. Maybe THICK books this time my highness."
To his surprise there's more to William's wishes.
"Also..."
Looking at William whose face suddenly expressionless.
"There's more? Liam you really making me an errand boy?"
There is the beautiful smile he had been waiting for.
"Welcome back."
Sherlock got turned on again but he dismiss his manly desires to respect this moment.
"Welcome back to our home, Sherly."
He buried it.
"Yes, am back to our home, Liam."
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SIGN 3
It is now the month of November.
Chilling at the bed. It's Sherlock's day off. Ever since the second time they masturbate together, things between them became much better.
Though it kinda looked like they were friends with benefits by doing that act. Sherlock decided to inspect some of Billy's forgotten stuffs. Checking the drawers he found something he has not seen for a while. Sherlock whistled in interest. "Look this baby over here~"
Thinking it was a good idea.
He hops to bed where William had been staring at the window view. "Say Liam, play chess with me." Came out of nowhere, William looked like he is in deep thoughts. "I'm sorry, I'm not into the mood. Forgive me." But Sherlock wants to play, he didn't want to consider William's feelings. So he dares him.
"Oh could it be you are frighten?"
And William actually took the bait.
"Excuse me?"
A bit annoyed at Sherlock who obviously trying to provoke him into playing chess.
"Frighten to be beaten by me in a game of chess. I see, I see. Can't be helped."
Vein pop. William is surprisingly provoked.
"My, my, if you really insist."
Revealing his dark aura. "Don't beg on me after you cry your defeat Sherlock."
That's what Sherlock aims for.
"Bring the game on!"
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Billy got home with groceries, but before him are two men staring at the chess board with pieces untouched.
"Umm...guys?"
By the gist of it, the two apparently playing chess...it is just nobody had made their first move.
"Yohoo? Mr. Moriarty? Mr. Ponytail..?"
Billy decided to watch them.
However...
'W-what the hell is with these two?'
It has been an hour since they started the game, but none of them making any move.
Anticipation increases.
Gulps.
'W-who will make the first move?'
William whose cold as ice suddenly drop an evil smirk.
Same time Sherlock from a serious demeanor turned into a happy grin.
Both suddenly move their fingers to move their chess pieces without rest as they utter the declaration of war.
"You'll be at my mercy!"
Clack!
Tap!
Clack!
As if things are speeding up, every drop of pawn gets dismantle out of the game board.
Billy is in awe. 'W-woah! Amazing! These two killing off each of their chess piece instantly every time they drop them to position!?'
Never seen an intense yet fastest game chess battle before.
'Who will win?!'
Things hyping up...
William the master of mathematics which gives him upper hand in strategic tic method to chess play.
Or will it be Sherlock whose prowess is his super duper inhumane deduction ability to be able to deduce every moves in a game chess?!
'W-What would be the results!?'
Alas the final piece of in their hands, William holding the King piece as Sherlock holds the Queen.
Both drop their last war of confidence.
"Check Mate." Calm and collected William said.
"Check Mate!" Hyperactive Sherlock said.
Billy Jaw drops.
"I won."
William James Moriarty overpowered Sherlock Holmes at the end.
For a second Sherlock was astound before he burst out laughing.
"Ahaha...AHAHAHA! FASCINATING AS EVER LIAM! To beat me at this game of chess...you truly are a master of war against all odds!"
The other also felt indulge to it. "Likewise to you Sherly. You could have won if you did not discard the Horse." He begins praising his opponent. "But you hesitated and rely too much to your deduction. If you have used your guts instead of your credibility you would have cornered my piece." It was an acknowledgement, his high respect to Sherlock in regards. "This is truly a magnificent game of chess."
Till...
"I had fun Sherly..."
DROP.
"Eh? Mr. Moriarty?"
William's head drops back to his pillow as if the gravity slam him down.
Confused at the sudden lost of consciousness of the other.
Sherlock called him out.
"Liam? Did you fall asleep?"
When he tap his face.
No response.
"Liam?"
Slight shake.
"Hey-"
When he took William's hands it drop straight to the bed, no signs of life.
"What the...?!"
This is unusual.
This isn't the typical collapsing sleepy head William! If he fall asleep like he always do when he is with Sherlock of he took one of the sleeping pills...Sherlock should hear his breathing.
The sound of a sleeping person, it is not happening. William had no pulse.
"Oi! LIAM!?" Shaking the unconscious figure that acted like a corpse. "CAN YOU HEAR ME?" William just shuts down completely. Terrified, Sherlock put his ears to William's chest. He couldn't hear his heart.
'No, No, no...!'
This can't be!
"WHY ON EARTH YOU DROP DEAD ON ME?" The panic feelings increasing. "LIAM!" Billy pulls him away from shaking William too much isn't helping either. "Calm down Mr. Ponytail!" Billy whose also shock of what he just witness, the fact William just now happily playing chess with Sherlock suddenly shuts off like a doll dropped to the floor without any warning.
It is truly horrifying sight.
'Think through!'
Commanding his senior. "CPR! Perform CPR to him if he isn't breathing Mr. Ponytail...!" Sherlock still hasn't calm down. "Shut up Billy!" Slapping William's face left to right, there are no signs of being hurt at all. William isn't waking up. "Argh! This isn't funny!"
Sherlock cannot think of any reason for this to happened except William did looked like he was not in the mood on anything. Think...think!
'What is this? What happen to him? He was cheerful a seconds ago now he is cold, not breathing and...pale...!' Running out of options, he finally followed Billy's advise. "Liam! I'll have to do this..!" Performing CPR, pumping the other's chest. "Come back to me...! Liam! You hear me right?!"
Sherlock never prayed ever in his life, but now he did. "God dammit! Don't take Liam from me! Not right now!"
William suddenly made an small gasp.
All the fear he had on loosing him been washed away instantly on that one single breath from William's mouth.
"L-Liam...?"
Sherlock stops as he now sees William whose pale and earlier a dead doll is now gaining color. Apparently he is now feeling the red marks in his cheeks of being slapped.
"Mmmrr..."
However he still had not opened his eyes.
"I'll get a doctor!"
Billy ran out of the room once he saw the first aid worked.
"Liam...! Can you hear me? It's me, Sherlock! Hey? Hey...!"
'Keep calling him, keep calling him!'
A few seconds later...
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The doctor said.
"He is very sleepy, no health threatening condition at all."
Dumbfounded.
"What?"
William is just.. sleeping cause he feel like it?
"Is that it!?" Both said in huge disbelief.
The doctor explained further.
"As I checked up on him, he seems to be highly intelligent gentlemen. It does happen to people who often burn their brains through thinking everyday may have what they call 'Low-battery Syndrome'. In short, he reached his active mind peak and decided to rest by shutting off self into sleep. But worry not, he will wake up once his brain felt rejuvenated depending how bad his fatigue were created in his head..."
This is a horrible prank, that's how Sherlock and Billy felt.
"Because of this habit made by his own comfort function, it will make his heart, breathing fainter. Same goes to his sense of hearing and feeling around his surrounding while in a sleep state will be dull. But he is no doubt just sleepy. That is why after what you told me you were playing chess. Most likely he exhausted his brain to win that game till he collapse to sleep mode to replenish the data."
Still in denial...
The both said again in union. "That was it!?" As they look at each other then back to William. "Huuuhhhh."
William James Moriarty sleeping mode in bed. They better get used to this.
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Someone shivered in London.
"Brrr! What was that...?" Louis James Moriarty rubs his nose. "That is weird." Behind him Jack Renfield serving hot tea.
"You cold Young Master Louis?"
Louis had a funny thought. "I just remember it is time of month for brother William to go sleep mode. I mean...if he is alive that is." Trying to hide into a another lie. "I bet if he is alive and were all together he'd be a decoration."
Jack laughs at the memory. "Oh yeah, his soft cheeks!"
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The 3 signs are complete
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Finally December came...
Fresh eye bandage, no longer in Pajamas but a rather formal clothing. It is snowing outside today and William's mind is filled with...
'Louis sent Sherlock a letter...yet...'
Eyeing Sherlock whose stirring coffee at the kitchen as William sitting in a chair and elbows rested to the table. Waiting for the coffee as he is observing the man.
'Sherlock has not even told me nor any attempts to tell it to me.'
The truth is, William did not open the letter. He refused to open it. Knowing he will have another outburst anxiety if he even knows the content.
'I decided to trust Sherlock. That keeping myself away from everyone or whatever happening to them is not something bad.'
William actually understood why Albert did that to himself. That is to make Albert's innocence to be more convincing. 'By taking ownership of his little brother's crime regardless if it links to him or not...a honorable acceptance of punishment.' As if Albert still followed his plans but in a harsher way.
The original plan is to have Albert make a public apology to all and give all his inheritance to the country. An act of self punishment. However Albert had always been extreme. He is a man of extras. William did not put the possibility of Albert going to jail rather than spend his life in a home arrest. Home arrest is supposed to be the original plan, so that Albert will still be able to see the change of the country.
The beautiful world he promised him.
Which means...
'Whatever the content of Louis letter to Sherlock, I shouldn't think of it as any bad news nor good news.'
But he had a hunch because he is dead, they did not have any reason to follow his plans anymore.
Not even respect it. They are suppose to be free men now.
'I just have to ignore it.'
Pretend he never saw it, not that he have read it...but...
'It is better to stay away from anything stressful.'
Anything that would make him dash out of this sheltered prison to go back to London and get executed. 'Not happening. I won't let my emotions get a better head of me.' He already took so much damage against Sherlock's kindness to take care of him. 'I trust him. I trust this man.' Surely whatever secret Sherlock hiding him about his brothers and others is supposed to be for the better.
'I'm sure he had good intentions why he did not told me he made contact with Louis.'
A voice interrupted his deep thoughts. The smell of coffee is near him.
"Liam? Are you okay? Here is our coffee. Hope you like it."
It is Sherlock placing the two coffee cups to their table. "Liam?" However something else slips out of William's mind. He ponder to it and it got exposed the moment Sherlock invaded his me time.
"Say...What do you seek of me for, Sherlock...?"
Sherlock arch an eyebrow, William calling him by his name and not the nickname means it is a serious matter.
Instead of replying right away he waited for William to finish his sentence. "...I'm a man whose beyond saving...so what do you want from me? Keeping me here, taking care of me. I just lived, but I still don't know what future I wanted to paint."
The look in his eyes were hidden loneliness.
"So tell me please Sherlock Holmes, what do you want from William James Moriarty?" William proceeds to mock himself. "If I should call myself that way...that isn't even my real name. I just stole it."
He is begging for Sherlock to illuminate their relationship clearly. Because it makes him confuse.
He is specifically confused at his self.
"Tell me what do you desire for me?"
Sherlock opened his lips. "What do I want...?" Going near William's view. "Ain't that obvious?" He tap the chair, "Then, let me closer to you Liam..." Pulling William's wrist to stand up, shocked. Sherlock hugs him whole heartedly as he declares his love.
"I want you Liam!"
It took time before William registered what he just said. "S-Sss...?" Unable to speak, Sherlock repeats himself clearly. "I want you so badly Liam." His breath in William's hair locks. "But lately it is getting harder for me you know?" He cannot compose himself anymore. "It is very hard as day goes by not to touch you in any lecherous ways."
Sherlock had honestly been trying not to go beyond their little masturbation session into deeper level.
But he had enough. Especially since William ask him so politely for answers.
'There is no need to hide this feelings anymore!'
An opportunity is found then better use it!
Pulling away from hugging, he lifts William's chin to meet his lustful eyes. "But I'm a curious man." He even said so daringly. "I want those lips, your body...I want to hear your voice scream my name so badly." William is speechless about this revelations.
"Y-you serious?" He had sweat drops to see our man Sherlock is dead serious.
"Yes am Liam."
As he confesses finally by kissing William's eye bandage.
Kiss.
"Because I, Sherlock Holmes has fallen to William James Moriarty."
William finally struggles away.
"S-since when?!" He acted so surprise that Sherlock had to pull his own hair for god's sake.
"Bandersnatch!"
"H-huh?"
Gaining distance from each other. Sherlock is up to not giving up nor feeling ashamed anymore.
"Since the beginning I saw you, I love you."
It strike his heart. William went from an innocent face to shades of red. "Eh...?" Sherlock points at him with facts. "Did you really think I will jump in the river of Thames if I don't?" William lost his head. "I-I thought we are friends. You are like my old friend Sherlock. My soulmate!" But he isn't denying the things they did either.
Ohh my, the hypocrisy.
Sherlock brushes off. "Don't worry, I have been there. I truly wanted to be friends with you. But John is my best man."
Trying to keep calm at this situation, William agrees but he felt uncomfortable now. "Right...John Dr. Watson is your best friend. Of course he is..." he didn't know how to stay without feeling self aware besides Sherlock not that this man admits his romantically onto him.
Sherlock knew this, it is too visible right now how William trying to use the chair as a barrier between them.
He needed to let him know.
"It's because I wanted Liam to be my partner."
One step.
"Uhhh..."
Two step.
"You still don't get it? Let me demonstrate."
The third step, William got cornered to the wall and- "Sher-mmfhh!" He was kissed.
The kiss was so sudden, it launched at him like a snake. William eyes widen and they began to send fear alerts in his whole body. He is panicking. "Mmff!" But it is no use. Sherlock is too strong to be pushed away. Makes him wonder where all his strength go when he uses to whoop Sherlock's ass. "S-stop it." Muffled voice and gasping for air, Sherlock is kissing him passionately. Maybe forceful but...he can't hold it anymore. "I said wait!" Finally able to take a step back, sadly Sherlock is acting like a beast.
"No Liam." Grabbing the other man's wrist and his chin. "Over here...open your mouth for me." William made a mistake by opening his mouth to protest. "Sherly!" this time a tongue entered him. "Hhmmff!?" William got confused.
Before he know it his back is now completely glued at the nearest wall he got cornered into.
Their hot breaths clashing. Sherlock's lips to his in a forceful French kissing.
William is finally understanding what is happening. Sherlock had enough of self control and just want to take him here and now!
Accepting his fate.
"Sher...ly..." he breaths out every time the tongue goes out of his jawline.
At first Sherlock is pleased that William have stop on struggling not until he see small tears in the other's eyelid.
Quickly he stops.
"Liam?!"
William whose eyes shut tight and body trembling. His face is so hot right now that he got fuzzy and now more confused than ever since the other pulled away from kissing him deeply. "...Sherly?"
William's head though. 'Why did he stop...?'
To the other...
Sherlock's heart sank. William is not prepared to make out with him, that's what he sees.
"S-sorry."
William licked his lips and gulps down the exchange of their saliva's. Well...that was overwhelming.
"Uhh...yeah."
Silence.
But Sherlock finally realized what is wrong. Not because he acted on his own accord to force himself to William, it is because if feelings were mutual.
He thought they were mutual, he assumed that suicide letter was more like a love letter when he read William's last will back in London.
"Say Liam...Do you like me?"
No response.
Ah oh, William did say he likes him but so far it is because they were friends.
"Could it be Liam...About me...you...or am actually..."
William got defensive though.
"Y-you got it all wrong!"
Stuttering.
"The truth is...I j-just don't like you."
Oh no, he is using the wrong words. He was suppose to say I don't just like you, I love you a lot!
Inner struggles.
'Say it, say it to him!'
But it's restrained in his throat.
"...Because Sherly, you are my-!"
"Friend. I got it ok. Were friends, that's just how it is."
"Ehh?"
Sherlock face looked so hurt.
'No...no, that is not the case! Sherlock, I...I...!'
William actually wanted to say that he is his precious person in his life. To William, there are various ways to say I love you. William is very romantic and old school person. He does not easily say I love you to someone. He would have said it better in a cringe way of saying it.
'Sherlock Holmes you are my precious.' But for some reason William is not brave enough to response to Sherlock's love confession that he does feel the same way.
However.
"Damn this."
Sherlock is already in a bad mood. So he couldn't elaborate nor correct what he just said.
"Sherly...Umm...that was not what am trying to-"
But he was cut off. "It's fine Liam. It is my fault on assuming that our feelings are mutual that night in London."
Sherlock back down. "It's really ok..." No, this can't be it! What a wasted opportunity. William got nervous that his mind couldn't think of a plan. So he randomly said something that will hurt Sherlock more. "I-I can't do sex yet I'm sorry!"
Oh no, he said it.
"Err..uhh...I-I'm not mentally ready for that kind of relationship. I'm sorry."
Seeing William asking more time.
"Could you wait...?"
Sherlock is now irritated.
"Dammit Liam! I do want you in that kind of way. But it is pointless if you don't love me...!?" Just say you love him. Don't make it so difficult. But William is too shy to say it, not now.
"Umm...right. That kind of thing should be done on someone you love."
Again, again, wrong choice of words.
Sherlock is so pissed. William keep playing his head in games. It felt like William is testing his love then just to find out he mis-understood those challenge and in the end they were just good friends?! Not in a million years Sherlock will be happy to remain friends! He wants to owe William's everything! He thought he did, but...William is rejecting him now? This is unbelievable. What about those nights they cuddle.
What was that suppose to mean if not same area of love?
Is William that dumb about how friendship works differently from romantic feelings?
Sherlock just wants to hit himself at the wall since he couldn't hit William.
"You know what Liam? Piss off." Sherlock decided to leave the apartment.
SLAM!
Slamming the door to dump the other alone. William couldn't bring himself to yell it.
"Wait..." he did not want Sherlock to ditch him. "Wait Sherly...you are my precious person..." trying not to cry. "That is how much...I love you."
But the other won't hear that. He is gone.
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At the apartment corridor. Someone is facing the wall like an idiot.
Sherlock let out a mocking sigh.
"In the end the Lord of Crime toyed me."
Same as ever.
"Liam that cute little bastard..." curling his hands into fist. 'Well he was really cute when he shrink on my kiss.'
Yeah that part...!
It didn't feel like William dislikes it but...William is crying.
'Are those tears of joy? Disappointment? Or fear?'
Punching the wall.
"Arghh dammit!"
He curses.
"I hate this."
Hissing from throbbing sensation in his hands when he keep hitting the wall like a dumbass he is. Sherlock blames himself now, 'I didn't mean to hurt Liam. That is the last thing on earth I would do. Liam is my everything now, I cannot loose him!' As if scolding himself would help.
But he already crossed the boundaries. The friendship zone has been damage. It was clearly cap anyway.
Everyone knows Sherlock Holmes likes William James Moriarty more than friends.
The sad part is, he had been telling the other so many times how much he loved him, of how much he cared badly for him...but the other won't say it back.
The other is clearly feeling the same. 'There is no doubt Liam likes me too.' Because if William isn't gay like him, there is no way William would have allowed him to cuddle him, touch him, or kiss his forehead. 'Like come on Liam! Just admit it!' It is puzzling for Sherlock why William doesn't want to admit it.
It is clear as day that they are onto each other.
"We are obsessed at each other." There's no denying that. "What is your fear Liam?" Sherlock wants to know what is holding William's voice restraint.
Sherlock rested himself at the bench where him and William formerly sat next to each other and he remembers how William lay his head to his shoulders to nap.
"Liam...I can't feel your love. But I can give you love. I know we both have...such twisted hearts."
Sherlock knows this is also their dying wish to be always together from here and onwards.
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To Be Continued.
Next: Now that William see the three signs he wanted, finally the courage to reciprocate Sherlock's love. But is there really a future for them? What if...it's just the beginning of pain?
Note: If you notice I used the lyrics from Moriarty the Patriot's OP theme "Dying Wish" and "Twisted Hearts". I also used the two ending theme lyrics for "Alpha and Omega"...and yes I know the sex scene is poorly written. I decided to just try my best on next life...Tehe! XD
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