3 Years and Two Twisted Hearts

by Kanon58

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)

5. A Scandal In New York

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: Warning this episode is kinky that beware of your parents behind you while reading this fanfic. Excited for William's emotionally unstable state and a Jerk Sherlock?! And yes the titles are inspired from the books it selves Scandal in...forgot the original, anyway read!

OH WAIT, please check my SHERLIAM MEMES in my Tumblr or Deviantart :3

P.S. plz ignore the weird English xD

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Chapter 5: A Scandal In New York

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"Sher-mmfhh!" Forced kissed.

Regret, regret.

"Say Liam...Do you like me?"

Regret, regret.

"The truth is...I j-just don't like you."

Regret, regret.

"...Because Sherly, you are my-!"

Regret, regret.

"Friend. I got it ok. Were friends, that's just how it is."

Regret, regret.

"Umm...right. That kind of thing should be done on someone you love."

Regret, regret.

"You know what Liam? Piss off."

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Meanwhile William James Moriarty at the kitchen sink.

"I blew it." He heavy sighs. "What a wasted opportunity." William actually liked it.

He like how Sherlock got forceful like that. He felt oppressed but in a kinky way to put it.

However his body betrayed him.

"My eyes are so sensitive."

William knows he had became sentimental on simple things ever since he found a will to live. And right now he has not mastered to accept those blessings. So his body acts differently from what he actually wanted to do.

But maybe...maybe deep inside he is scared of sex.

"Men to men love making. How does that actually work?"

Well this is depressing.

"I'm sure Sherly is mad." More like he had hurt him. "Why couldn't I just say straight that I feel the same?" Why does he had to be such a teaser?

William touched his lips.

The sensation of kissing that person.

"He taste like cigarette."

He really dislike cigarettes even after he smoke occasionally. But never thought he would have liked it when it comes from Sherlock's mouth.

"It is bitter yet...taste so sweet..."

Basing on the moment Sherlock's tongue entered his mouth, there was a lingering taste of sweetness. "Strawberry jam...or something." Other than that, the rest went foggy.

William actually felt dizzy on that French kiss method. "Maybe I should study." Walking back to the bed room, his heart jumped.

"S-Sherly?!" The man is back.

He is sitting at the sofa with a small voice.

"Say...I want some food."

"Huh?"

William thought he misheard it, but Sherlock gain the courage to repeat himself, though he is avoiding eye contact.

"IF...If you become better...your hands, since you said you are good at cooking Liam. I hope you can cook something for me."

William blinks, he didn't know how exactly to response either. This sudden change of approach feels weird.

"Ssure...what would it be though?"

The awkwardness continues between their own exchange of words.

"F-fresh."

Both are anxious.

William also tried to avoid eye contact despite having one eye left. It rolls around the room except to Sherlock.

"Be specific please."

Sherlock cleared his throat as he felt shy about it.

"F...Fresh rasher bacon and eggs. That is my favorite food. Take note of that." Nodding to self. William crossed his arms in a manner to comfort his own self to this conversation.

"Is that it? That's so simple, am surprised." William is much more collected than Sherlock now. Meanwhile Sherlock felt the strength to make his voice louder than before.

"Hey! It's Ms. Hudson breakfast meal for me so it is my favorite since then!"

William's face were taken back before he simply giggles. It was a sight to see for him, "Pff, Well that is quite cute Sherly." Teasing. "Ms. Hudson is like your mother isn't she?" Before his smiles drop into sadder ones.

"I'm envious not gonna lie."

Sherlock knew that pained face. It triggers him to be curious again. 'Come to think of it...I haven't ask about Liam's real parents.' But they are probably dead by now.' It is not the right timing though...'

So he insist his kid like request.

"Will you cook it?"

William nods with a better mood, he just switch so fast isn't he?

"Of course I would."

Sherlock let a small smile, he understand what is William trying to act right now...that he can do it for him. William is kind.

"Don't force yourself." Is his friendly advise. William rolled his eyes to rebuttal that accusation from Sherlock. "I'm not. In fact that is a very easily meal...that would be a simple task for my hands."

Forgetting the thing between them earlier, "After all it is better if I cook un complicated meals. But of course, once am fully healed. I will give you full course meal."

Sherlock is glad it turned out normal, this conversation. No fighting. "Can't wait for that." Then he proposed. "I know, can it be tonight?"

William is skeptical for a moment or more like he suddenly felt on hot seat. "Right on spot? Well...I can try. You promise to go home early then? Is it possible?"

Sherlock made a promise without thinking carefully. "Yes it is possible. Because our shift today is just going there. No mission."

William looks at the calendar. "Ah so it is holiday right? Here in America. What do they call it...?"

"Thanks giving before Christmas."

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Several hours had passed since Sherlock left the apartment to go to work.

Here in the kitchen...

"Cooking for Sherly..." That small thought made his cheeks begins to turn red. "G-get it together William." He wanted to focus.

A bit nervous if he is still good at cooking for almost being disabled.

"Let's do it."

A few moments later.

"Touché."

A satisfied self applauding smirk for himself.

"I'm still good at it."

Glance on the clock at the wall.

"It is about time Sherly will go home."

The clock ticking sounds made William suddenly anxious.

"Maybe I should taste it first...?"

Dipping his finger to the yolk then to his taste buds.

"Of course it will taste good. It's a simple dish." It is an egg, everyone can cook eggs for goodness sake.

Wait actually no, he remember Sherlock's cooking is awful even for an egg.

Sighing. "What am doing?"

Pacing to around the kitchen, William grew impatient.

"What's taking him so long...?"

The sun is about to set. But no signs of Billy nor Sherlock getting home soon.

'There are not...in trouble or anything right?'

Worried...

William can't believe he would pray after all the sinful things he did. Back at the orphanage they were taught to pray to God.

He abandon God's design and became the devil himself so that he can make his ideals come true.

But that's in the past. William isn't blaming God nor anybody but himself.

So even though he thinks he isn't worth in presence of heavens.

"...Dear God, please protect Billy and Sherlock on their missions and have them safely get home." With lingering things to say, "Amen."

Looking out the window view.

"Come home sooner Sherly."

Alone.

'Because next time, I will be braver just like how brave of you to chase me.'

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What Sherlock is actually doing?

Outside the office.

"What's wrong the Great Sherlock? You seem grumpy today." A workmate of his teases him. Sherlock is down to earth. "Yeah, I made a huge mistake. Now I don't know if things will not be treated differently." And a glare. "And stop calling me great Sherlock. How cringe."

His work mate name Gabby still insist to annoy him further by guessing the issue. "Is it a girl or a guy?" Sherlock walks away in response. "Shut up, stick your nose to yourself Gabby."

Stopping Sherlock by blocking his way. "Now, now don't be frosty Sherlock. I heard rumors that you have a live in partner."

Sherlock corrects him. "To be precise that is Billy's apartment. We live together yes." But this person Gabby wants to spice up things by saying unnecessary stuff to him. "That's not what Billy said. Billy told me there is another individual there and that is your lover."

Sherlock shot him a annoyed look. "Were not lovers. Were just friends."

Blinking. "Says who?"

Sherlock became grumpy as he reveals who said it to him. "T-that person."

Gabby laughs at him. "Aah! I get it!"

Really going to punch him soon. "What?" Sherlock's face went red from embarrassment the moment Gabby slaps him the obvious truth.

"You got dumped!"

"Bloody hell, am not!"

Still continuing his luck. "Well yeah you are dump for sure! Hahaha interesting the great Sherlock Holmes can solve cases but can't solve his love life struggle!"

Sherlock pulls his own hair out of frustration. "D-damn it! Don't say it in such a crude way!" Pointing to threat the other who had a smug in his face. "Fine! I admit it! I got dump! Happy?!"

Gabby pats his back. "Chill man! Chill! Shhh! Share me why did you got dump? I bet you flex your deduction skills and offended the individual."

Those statement made Sherlock self conscious out of sudden. "Do I offend people that much?"

Gabby raised his eyebrows. Man is he dense! "...Yes you do, whenever you read them by your profiling method." Sherlock smacks his arms away to really get out of this conversation.

"You know, piss off!"

Boorish attitude of his work mate. "Oh." A great idea. "How do I say..." pulling Sherlock to a bro hug. "If you can't say it then let us drink!" And chokes him.

"L-let me go fiend!"

Gabby spot Billy just got out of the office while keeping Sherlock hostage. "Oii Billy come here!"

Billy with pinkish nose because of the snow just casually approached them ignore how Sherlock is being undertaken by Gabby. "Yep?"

Gabby enthusiastically shared to all his available work mates whose watching him held hostage Sherlock Holmes. "My treat! Let's drink, today is thanks giving."

The other reacted. "Wow! Finally you talk." Even Billy is pipe up. Behind them a voice who tried to joke. "So you guys will not even invite your boss? I'll fire you all."

It was their boss.

"Boss Owen!"

The usual strict boss of them had that normal human being face who wants to drink. "Can I join?"

Billy and Gabby agreed. "Of course you do boss." While Sherlock finally escapes Gabby's grabbing. He simply fix his detective pea coat with a grumpy attitude.

"I'm not coming."

Billy pulls his coat. "Why not Mr. Ponytail?" Sherlock gave him an obvious look. "Billy? Really? Coming from you? You know the reason."

It is because he always had to go home early to take care of William.

Billy this time find it annoying so he pleaded Sherlock to have some fun with them. After all Sherlock's world have stop expanding, it is now solely revolving to William.

"Oh come on, I'm sure it won't take long. Surely Mr. Mo-" stopping his self. "I mean, that person can wait." Is the whole ordeal.

Owen came to Sherlock's view who also want to spend a day off to know him more through man to man drinking party. "As your boss, I order you to join our drinking."

Sherlock looks at them, there is Gabby, Billy, his boss Owen then the other three extra fellow detective agency agents.

Resigning to his team building like man-ship. "Tiresome." And finally agreed. "But ok. Just not too late okay?!"

Everyone promise him that they won't drag him for too long...

However...Sherlock, he got drunk.

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Like a broken hearted old maid, here in the club...

Sherlock sharing his crying pain of rejection. "He broke my heart now I don't know what else to solve!" Drinking more, Billy sobs besides him whose also boozing up. "Poor Mr. Ponytail, did not knew you got rejected like that! Huhu." Then there is Gabby grabbing another glass as he listen to Sherlock's rantings.

"That guy...he made me chase him ya know? Solve all his troublesome puzzle...sacrifice things for him...He gave me a hard time. I waited for him, then he woke up, I nursed him...yet he just yeet me like that."

Gabby hics, "Aren't you a fool assuming things then?" Sherlock glared at him. "What?"

Gulping another glass, Gabby slaps him some facts. "You didn't even ask him properly if he feels the same?" Chuckling. "You know that you are gay for him."

Their boss Owen commented whose beside Billy. "Is he gay?" He was pertaining to the live in partner of Sherlock.

As for the said pathetic detective. He think hard before assuming. "I think he is."

Gabby snobs at him. "What proof?"

His world becoming very dizzy. "U-uhh..." Now they mention, there was no proof that William actually felt that way.

Looking back...

William never said he loves him and he said they were true FRIENDS.

Cap.

Sherlock cries out. "I screw myself didn't I?!" Slumping to the bar table.

Everyone laughs at him. "Bwahahah! Poor Sherlock!" What a horrible group of work mates.

Sherlock pointed at each of them as his other hand holding a whole bottle of wine. "Stop laughing you are all annoying! If you guys got a case, I will not solve it. Go to jail!"

Billy hics, he is very drunk too. "Bitter, so bitter."

Then more bottoms up came getting Sherlock more and more drunk. He had forgotten the time existed and ended up drowning in alcohol.

Until a hooker came to his view. "My~my~ what a hot guy we have here." A woman with big boobs and blonde hair similar to Irene Adler, bouncing her chest to his face. This beautiful succubus like lady travelled her fingertips to Sherlock's jawline.

Sherlock finally responded in a frenzy. "Mmhh sexy. Hi there, do you need to solve a murder?"

The woman of the devil giggles. "Oh? How scary. But I rather murder you like this~" Zooming in, ah oh...His neck got strong kisses.

"Ouch."

The woman left a hickey to him. "Hehehe, pardon me handsome." Sherlock saw his wallet been taken by the woman but it did not register to reality. He thinks he is dreaming or something.

Then Billy hugs him behind. "Heeeey Mr. Ponytail, you just had a heart break now you cheating...?" And unfortunately Sherlock actually asleep with eyes open. "Zzzz..."

Their boss Owen laughs. "Billy I think he fainted." With Gabby adding wound. "Man, what a sack of potatoes."

Billy burps as he holds Sherlock. The woman examining Sherlock's wallet, taking the money and putting it back to Sherlock's pocket. "Excuse me miss, let me get my friend out of this hot seat."

The woman teased. "But we just having fun." Billy shakes his head trying to gain back his morality. "Nnnot for him. He needs to go home." But it was difficult to stay wide wake too.

Dragging Sherlock to the larger seats. "Oiii Pony tail, pony, pppony waaake up." Dropping Sherlock to the sofa whose snoring now.

Billy yawns. "Oh dang it, I feel sleepily" falling beside Sherlock, Billy taps his face. "Wake up...Mr. Ponytail..." before he can even take another word Billy and Sherlock so drunk that they fell asleep at the club sofa.

The night continued.

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Back to the apartment.

"Sherly you are very late."

The sky is dark and it is already past dinner time. William felt so worried. Clutching his own crossed arms to keep safe the coldness he feels...

He heard keys approaching.

"...!"

The door knob turned in a perfect timing.

There he is, it is Sherlock drunk man Holmes.

From worried state to excitement on greeting Sherlock back, William runs ahead to meet him with the following words. "I was worried something happens to you guys. Where is Billy?"

Just to surprise him Sherlock's irritated response and yes, he finally smells the alcohol with him. "Ssshhuddap. None of your business."

Watching Sherlock doing his effort to walk to the sofa by the supporting walls. William had furrowed eyebrows.

"Oh? You are drunk. So this means..." he just knows where Sherlock had been all this time of making him wait. "You went to a pub or a bar?"

Sherlock ignores his interrogation, not wanting to explain...Sherlock reach the sofa, he staggered and fell there. Disliking this unhealthy Sherlock, William scolds him. "You can't be this drunk Sherly, that isn't healthy." He remember Sherlock had a bad head trauma with his groove so he is not suppose to be doing something overdosing that will give him headache once he wake up later.

It is going to be very terrible for him.

Which is why... "Didn't Billy just told you that heavy liquor is not advisable at your concussion-"

"You are not my mom! Stop speaking to me like you know what's best for me *hic*" is the rude response of Sherlock whose head spinning.

William parted his lips before he press them and closed his eye to accept this drunk man. "Yeah, yeah, you are definitely not drunk..."

He didn't want to be that mad. So William starts to undress Sherlock starting with his detective pea coat only to pause on doing so.

"...?"

There is a red spot on Sherlock's...

'Something on his neck...?'

Touching the said red mark, William try to ask further permission to help Sherlock find comfort. "Hey Sherly, I'll take off your coat okay?"

But Sherlock slaps his hand, it was not a hard slap, but his words were. "Dddnnt touch me."

William gave him a look. "You can't even barely walk mister." Finally done observing the red mark as he succeeded removing Sherlock's pea coat layer. "A...hickey." his mind went dark. 'Sherlock went to a night club.' And he is a mathematician, he started to calculate what Sherlock would do in a club besides drinking, a friggin hickey is there!

'Did he make out with a woman?'

For some reason that stings. William didn't like it.

He unconsciously also starts to un-buttons Sherlock's clothes so he can help him change clothes, a unforeseen rejection happened.

Sherlock pushes him away with all his anger out. "I SAID STOP TOUCHING ME!" Shock. "What the-" he gain his balance. "Why are you so mad-" however Sherlock is so bitter. "IF YOU DONT FEEL THE SAME WAY LIAM, JUST DON'T FRIGGIN TOUCH ME THEN."

William gasp in distress.

"T-that is...I..." feeling guilty about rejecting Sherlock from earlier, carefully William choose his words to know if it is about that thing.

"Sherly...did you went to the night club because you needed pleasure?"

However Sherlock is too drunk to converse properly. "*hic* hhhuuhh? What did you say Liam?"

William wanted to believe that Sherlock didn't went there for pleasure but for... "...is it for business?"

Sherlock still drunk, he did try to response as he looks around the room. "Hrrrmmm *hic* maybe, who knows? You are annoying me. Don't speak by the way *hic!* it rings in my heaaad..."

William's hurtful voice echoed.

"Are you doing this because...I couldn't give it to you, myself?"

Sherlock's childish self emerge from the alcohol state as he whined at him. "Stoopid Liam, so stoopid. It's not like you are pretty guy or anything. *hic* in fact you are a nuisance. *hic* always driving me crazy...manipulating me. *hic* In the end I'm still under your fingertips you orchestrated. Your...red threads. *hic* I was never owe to you a fall. *hic* Screw you Liam, screw you...!"

After saying those mean words, Sherlock collapsed completely at the sofa. With another add on's. "...Ma..manipulator! Playing with mah feelins...zzz..."

Even though William shouldn't be taking a drunk man's words too seriously, he couldn't remain level headed. "Hahh...ha ha ha..." letting out a broken crackle, William took a deep breath. "Yes, I think I forgot...am indeed a very manipulative bastard."

His lips feels dry licking his lips to keep his collective state in check but failed miserably, he fisted. "But you know what Sherly...?" Reveals his painful look towards the man. He approached him at the sofa again, this time he rides on him to grab his unattended unbuttoned collar. Sherlock's exposed neck and collar bones.

"I'm just testing you...that is my protective shield ego. That of a fact I cannot change..." Even though it feels like he got betrayed, William took the courage to peck on Sherlock's lips.

"...am not enough for you?"

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((It hurts.))

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William's head is screaming for answers right now. 'Why do you have to make sex with someone in the night club when you have me?'

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((It's suffocating.))

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"Why don't you force me? Why don't you pin me down? Aren't I your prisoner? You captured me, you held me captive in this apartment. Yet why Sherly? Why you don't punish me at all?"

He's angry.

"I'm a bad, bad man. I want you to punish me with all your might Sherly."

He is jealous.

"Hey...Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

He is afraid.

"Don't baby me, be cruel to me you obnoxious fellow."

He is scattered soul.

'Please don't...leave me.'

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Hearing a loud horse scream of someone else carriage at New York. "Whaaa!?" Sherlock jumps out of the sofa with naked body but his pants remained.

The sun rays blinded him, 'It's...Morning?' Headache struck. "Ow!" But he keep his attention to his surroundings. The place is familiar.

'Oh wait...?'

He knows this place, his blanket fell as he sat up.

"Wait...am home? This is the sofa..."

In front of him, there is William James Moriarty been resting his back at the wall. With a smiling face.

"Oh good morning Sherlock."

For some reason his greetings felt fake.

"Eh? Liam?"

His body can sense the coldness from William. "Yes welcome back to the reality Sherlock. Hurry up and rinse your face. Breakfast is serve."

Memory still registering back.

"Breakfast?"

He did recall something about...suppose to return home didn't he?

Head throbs, he clutches on it. "Wait, hold for me a moment Liam." William's pretend innocence. "What is it? Are you still perhaps drunk."

Sherlock's heart starts to beat fast. He is feeling nervous from this William!

"No, no. That's not it!"

Finally it dawns to him what is out of place.

It is William's call to him.

Sherlock.

'Ahh...right, this dude is not calling me Sherly.'

Roughly shaking his head and slaps his face to wake up. Sherlock gain his self awareness and wanted to confront the matter now.

"Liam."

"Yes Sherlock?"

The fear Sherlock felt to a smiling angry William is turning pretty bad. "Why are you calling me that name?"

William laughs. "Ahaha," stopping. "What name? Your name is Sherlock incase your groove in the scalp have damage you that far."

This confirms it. William is mad at him.

"A-are you perhaps angry a-about me?" Ready for punishment...William approaches him. "Why would I be Sherlock?" But he didn't come that closer. There is distance between them.

Sherlock points at him. "Y-you ARE totally angry! You even have dark aura!"

William's happy face still there but he is emitting that purple aura of darkness. You saw this before when one of his students lied about their friend is sick but in reality that person is missing.

"Haha, how rude Sherlock. I have always been in this kind of atmosphere most of my students says." The casualty act. "Also what makes you think am angry?" Arms starts to cross, still can't see William's eye contact because is it not dropping his angry smile.

"Care to deduce?" It finally opens, his piercing scarlet red eye attacking Sherlock's guilt. "Say it to me Mr. Detective." The mockery in his voice. "Isn't that your forte~?"

Sherlock pleads for his life.

"L-LIAM! STOP IT! YOU ARE SCARING ME MATE! WHATEVER I DID TO YOU WHILE DRUNK I'M SORRY!"

Dark chuckling. "Ohh~ you cannot do that dear gentlemen. A person must not apologize if they do not even know what are they apologizing for."

Gulps.

"Don't you dare use the word 'sorry' without conviction Mr. Sherlock Holmes~"

Sherlock bows his hands and starts to worship William's forgiveness. "Gaaah! I surrender! Don't be so mad! If you are mad of me getting drunk, I swear I didn't do drugs!"

William is cold.

"Putting aside your drug addiction Sherlock, you seem to be enjoying last night too. When you made a promise to eat dinner with me."

The way he despise him right now, sting to his short word.

"You liar."

Sherlock looks up after hearing that one word. He did feel like he had betrayed indeed his William. But what is it exactly? Wait...he did made a promise right? Oh he did but this isn't the first he got late. Except very, very late that is.

'Whaaat? How childish Liam could be!' Trying to defend himself. "That's petty!"

William finally drops his smiling façade to a stoic face. Clearly he is so done with Sherlock's excuses. Yet Sherlock who bothers to answer back just to defend himself is unsightly and desperate. "Normally I would have understood...Since for all this time you work so hard to pay the bills alone."

Taking a step closer, William passed by Sherlock to the kitchen. "But you know Sherlock?" Emerging back from the kitchen, a plate of his favorite food. "I made this for you..." Sherlock gasps. "Because you said you wanted to eat one."

He instead, "Your wrist are good now? You can cook now?!"

"Yes-"

Sherlock jumps out of the sofa to steal away the plate from William's hands. "YAY! FINALLY CAN EAT LIAM'S COOKING!" William tried to hide his blushing cheeks with a pretend disappointment projected in his face.

"Well you can't have it now. The food is cold and surely rotten..."

Sherlock snorts.

"I'll still eat it."

William finally making his eyebrows into an angry manner. "Don't bother to sweet talk me Mr. Detective." His words had a lot of personal hate. "After all you were a beast making out with a hooker."

That came out of nowhere.

"Huh? Make out...? You mean..." Finally Sherlock recalled the events last night. When he was sober and bitter about his relationship with William. A hooker comforted him by pecking his neck and...well touching him in his body parts. But he actually fallen asleep and Billy carried him to the lesser crowded seats.

He didn't hook up to anybody, but he was indeed taken advantage that time. He noticed his wallet is empty. That hooker took it as payment without his consent. What annoys him is that Billy is also drunk that time and just laugh at his butt while he is being preyed on.

"Bastard."

Sherlock lets out. William is offended.

"You called me what?"

He corrects his words. "Eh? No, no Liam! I was referring to a certain Sheriff who abandoned me in a battle field!" Placing the plate to the sofa. William watches the cold food at it, before glaring towards Sherlock. "Ohoh~ yeah right, battlefield. I bet it was bloody and rocking. Was it good?"

The smile of the devil but in anger.

"Liam no! I didn't take pleasure in that night club. B-but I can explain this hickey! It is not what it looks like...!" Sherlock still not apologizing, William massages his temples to check himself from hurting.

He admitted. "It pains me to hear and see you right now Sherlock." Sighing. "Don't upset me this much." His one eye went deadly. "Or I'll punish you."

Shivers.

"Wait Liam! Let's talk!" Sherlock steps back, William coming closer as if he can grab his throat soon for murder.

Nervous laugh. "Come on! Liam talk to me! Don't be such a girl!"

William snaps.

"AM NOW!"

Ears went deaf for a second. Sherlock meets the wall behind him.

"What?"

William fell silent. His mouth shut, refusing to say any further. Sherlock felt very bad. Lifting his hands to reach William's, a soft defending hand smack his. "Don't touch me okay?"

William hugs his self. "If you want sex go back to that night club!"

There it is.

Teary one eyed William and lips trembling in silent anger.

A face he never saw before. This William crying is different. "Wait...Liam...why are you crying?" Puzzled. William grit his teeth together to deny it. "I'm not crying! Just dust in my eye you asshole." Wiping them off.

Sherlock opens his arms. "That was not very nice Liam." Carefully landing them to William's shoulders. "Liam...look, tell me what's wrong?"

William surprisingly did not fight back, instead his body slumps down with limited voice. As if he is trying not to sound like he is indeed crying. "Nothing is wrong. It's just my mood swing. I thought you are used to it. Guess not."

Stepping away of Sherlock's grasps.

"Leave me alone Sherlock. It's not really about you..."

It hit Sherlock what emotion William is making right now.

"Are you jealous?"

William frozen in place.

Sherlock pushed his luck.

"Am right ain't I? You are jealous...?"

William stops responding and face staring at the floor than him.

"Can you tell me why?" Like why now after he harshly rejected him?

William gains the courage. Sherlock sees his hands into ball fist ready to punch someone or hurt himself with his finger nails.

"Why? Hahh! Why? You are asking the obvious?"

Walking away from Sherlock. "I cannot believe this!" William went to the bed side.

Sherlock followed him. "Well you won't tell me. So how should I know?! Seriously you are such a drama queen as ever! You haven't change...!" Like a bickering married couple, William acts like a wife who doesn't answer properly to do conversation on settling the matter.

He rather argue.

"You are a detective right? Why not investigate?"

Not liking the reply. Sherlock is also angry now.

"Liam. I'm serious."

"I'm serious too."

Rubbing his head in annoyance. "Tch! Fine..!"

Sherlock then focus his mind and scanned through William James Moriarty body language, attitude and the words he drops from earlier.

'Let's see...When I woke up he is already angry while using that smiling face crap. He even put a blanket on me meaning he isn't that angry. More like he is upset about something. His eyes will time to time eye a specific angel in my body. What could it be...?'

Suddenly he realized what it is.

'Oh for fuck's sake. Why didn't I-'

"Liam!" He hurried to William's view and grabs again the fellow's cold attitude. "Didn't I told you not to touch me. You still stink from your hot night-"

Shaking them. "We didn't make out!"

William's face went dumbfounded.

"Sorry?"

Sherlock did look sorry now he is explaining what really happened. "Like I said I have never ever make out with anybody in my entire life! I have done plenty but I had never went to that stage of final act of eloping!"

William is so done with him. The man isn't really sorry but rather wanting him to accept his stupid reasoning for breaking his promise on eating his cooking.

"You are not making sense Sherlock, let go."

William is tired, he decided not to get so worked up anymore. However Sherlock doesn't want to end it yet. "I-if I'm going to give up my virginity it has to be you Liam! N-nobody else!"

That bold declaration made William's ear red and this time he got more upset.

"What the bloody hell Sherlock. Shut up!"

Still clutching to William's shoulders who thankfully haven't pushed him away despite not wanting to listen anymore in his bad excuse.

"It is the truth! I mean sure, some girls kisses me in lips without permission! But I never have actually bed with someone...!"

William mocks him. "Bi." It ended there.

Sherlock pleads for forgiveness. "Liam please-" the moment William saw Sherlock hands moved away from his shoulders to grab his face.

In a manner that Sherlock is going to cup his cheeks, William yells at him.

"I SAID DON'T TOUCH ME!"

"...!"

It is so loud that Sherlock bet the neighbors heard it.

Ah oh.

William is taking a deep breath. He is panting, his lungs never screamed like that before.

It is painful in throat.

This William is similar to the bridge when he called Sherlock a devil.

That's how pissed William is to him.

Gaining composure, William held his own head. "Y-you...you are always like that. Doing misleading things..." his irises reflected sorrow. "You recently just said you want me. But I rejected it...so you are doing this out of spite right?" Eyeing Sherlock. "I-I always want to do it too if it was with you. But you see? I was not mentally prepared for it. It is like a brand new horizon and am not wild enough to explore without precaution."

His calm voice starts to break.

"I'm a mess Sherlock...!"

William's voice is crying but his face isn't. "Even though I don't deserve you this much...I don't like it when someone hooks up with you not because they are a stripper or something." Sherlock stayed unresponsive. "The class does not matter." His dark deep blue eyes observing William's mental state.

"I just feel stupid feeling loved that time, then the next day to find out you went to a night club. Most probably because you have a pent up frustration down there. Because I didn't do it for you, you found someone to cover it."

Oh...

'I see.' Sherlock understands now, Liam thought he just wanted to have sex but not because he loves him. You know...self control thing to your partner regarding your urges. "I know it is a natural thing." People cheat because of that. Most of un loyal people does that, and William understood that very well so he was hurting him.

"I'm out dated Sherlock." William is just too conservative to aim on sex right away. He was a romantic person. "I'm very-"

To his surprises, Sherlock shut him up with a tight embrace.

Yes, he met a hug.

"...S-Sherlock?"

Unsure how to react from closeness when he is still mad. The detective whispered in his ears. "I'm sorry, Liam." Lending his ear in this awkward position of being embrace by the person who hurt his feelings. Sherlock begins to properly explain his side.

"...It is true out of spite I went there with Billy and the others because I was pouting on your rejection. So I thought to get drunk and thought to look at other girls that may interest me." He hugs him tighter and Liam felt his sincerity.

"However...none of them made me feel up for it." Sherlock mocks himself in a short chuckle. "So I drank a lot until I couldn't handle myself. I do admit I forgot you were planning to cook my favorite dish. That is really rude isn't?" William's fingers twitching. The urge to hug back is there but he stayed still to let the other finish. "It is my fault a succubus had preyed on my body." Sherlock pulled away from the hugging position to meet him face to face.

"I'm sorry Liam for making you feel unwanted." The look of a man who admits his faults, William is once again amazed and attracted.

"Sherlock..."

William closed his eyes to sync in whatever Sherlock said onto him. He calm himself by removing everything in his vision. Meanwhile Sherlock caught the que but he hesitated if this is William asking to be kissed or what?

Sweat drops.

'Should I take risk...?'

Well William has not open his eyes nor made any movements. If you stay still like this with close eyes, you are asking go be kissed!

"Liam..." Sherlock listened to his assumptions and grab William's face.

William got startled, he open his eyes only to see Sherlock's zooming face to his.

WHACK!

His face got pushed away.

"Ow! Liam! My goodness? Aren't we going to kiss in this moment?!"

William gave him a dead fish look and point the obvious. "Supposed to be, but you stink. Your breath stinks and so your whole body odor of liquor, smoke and perfumes from that night club." Disgust in his voice and he crossing his arms again. "There is no way I let you touch me without taking a proper hygiene for the deed." And proceed to look away with attitude. "Hmp!"

Sherlock is going insane. "Goodness Liam...! Sometimes you really are annoying-" but William just leaned and kissed his right cheeks where he got slap in the face earlier. "Eh?"

William slowly steps back and smiled at him.

"That is your punishment Sherly."

Oh, so...he called him by his sweet nickname. So means William isn't angry anymore.

Feeling his self confidence as a man got boosted by those precious soft lips to his un rinsed face is already an honor.

"Sheesh, took you long enough Liam."

This night, the two slept with their backs.

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It's blank...

Very blank...

'Do I love Sherlock Holmes that way...?'

Is the lively thoughts of William.

A day had passed. The whole morning they have ignored each other's existence.

You know, after argument last night they just didn't know what to say to each other.

Nobody repeated an apology to each other.

And yes...

They haven't look at each other nor talk at all.

It is actually Christmas eve right now. 'December 25' the calendar says.

Seeing Sherlock got out of bath.

William is at the bed while Sherlock sat at the sofa drying himself.

William had kept his problematic thoughts to himself.

'...I have been testing his endurance to cope with me and unseeingly he is always positive about it. The one getting in the way of this peace is my own depression.'

Watching Sherlock picking clothes at the drawer, choosing what to wear.

'I keep asking signs from him but I was doing it wrongfully.'

Sherlock is now dressing himself.

'The signs I should ask is within me.'

William kept his eyes glued to the man that makes him indulge.

'Similar the sign of three.'

Without a word said, Sherlock fully dressed. The man went to the kitchen.

Sherlock did not seem mad, rather his face looks refreshed.

Sherlock can make that face too easily. William is hard on himself. Seeing Sherlock had a face of moving forward unlike him still depressed and still feels the sting of their hurtful exchange last night.

That argument he thought they would part ways.

'I don't want him to hate me...'

Silently William ups from the bed and followed Sherlock to the kitchen. Staring at his back...

'If I...feel ok with kissing him, hugging him and doing it with him...then I can say that am maybe indeed in love in such way. Not as friends, but more than soulmates...'

William took a step forward.

Tap, tap, tap.

Sherlock cooking in the kitchen, a hand snaked behind his back into an embrace.

"Woah, careful!" He did not expect William to hug him. Like...does this mean he forgives him already?

Sherlock's plan is to actually cook for William in order to apologize for making William's effort to cook his favorite food in shame.

However Sherlock is nervous. He hope William won't just stab him with a kitchen knife.

But...there was no weapon in handy.

He nervously asks. "L-Liam? Are you that hungry? Just a little bit more it would be cooked-"

But William buried his face behind his back and it seems to be...the other is sniffing his clothes.

More like his smelling his scent.

"L-Liam? Are you crying?"

"No." Is the immediate correction.

'Liam is not mad anymore...?'

William pulls away from hugging him, an odd smile across William's face as he declares. "I feel rejuvenated from your body heat. I'm ok now."

But not to Sherlock, that is Hella suspicious.

William about to walk away. "Hold on." Sherlock caught his wrist. "Are you hiding something? You've been acting weird lately..."

I mean...both of them did not converse all this morning. Now it is evening, no exchange of sorry just hugging is already a sign he forgave him?

Right?

Acting like last night terrible argument never existed. William simply brushes off. "What makes you say that? Aren't I always weird nowadays?"

Sherlock still worried, he turned off whatever he is cooking. Removing his aprons.

"Liam, we should talk it out-"

Pissed.

"Fine, come with me then."

Surprisingly aggressive, Sherlock got pulled by William all the way to the bed.

"Woah!?"

William just pushed him off the bed.

SLAM!

"What are-"

"Be silent."

William's hand went ahead to grab his recently washed hairlocks. There is that interest smile in William's lips. "Your hair gotten longer...I like it."

Before Sherlock can say anything William just kissed him. "Mm!?"

He did not like it.

Quickly, Sherlock stops him by pushing him. "H-Hold on Liam!" He had a guess that William probably feel obligated to do everything for him so he can repay all his hard work, but that won't do. "Liam! You don't have to do this just because I confess my feelings for you! ...I can wait."

He is scolding him, however the other denies him.

"Well I can't."

"Huh?"

Straight up face, William tells him what he wants.

"Sherly, I want to fuck with you."

"HUH?!"

William parted Sherlock's lips in agape as he reasoned. "That way...I should be able to tell if I feel the same way." Sherlock is sweating in disbelief. "Liam gosh, that's not how it works."

However William is a bit insane right now, he let a sexy smirking as he indulge the proposal to continue this deed. "What do I say? I do want to try it. I'm quite curious how it will turn out."

Sherlock cannot believe his ears nor his sight right now.

Unsure. "You really wanna test it out?" William just gave him a firm nod. "Alright." Then finally he took the invitation by changing position.

"Sherly!"

He slammed William to the bed, now he is above him. Trapping the angel of his desires...

"Don't blame me if you start crying..." Sherlock warns as he cups William's left cheeks where his eye bandage is. "...Because am really going to fuck you hard. I have been hiding all my desires for you...for so long..."

William can only pretend he isn't scared. "Then take this as a Christmas gift." He joked.

Sherlock now knows what's up.

It is Christmas eve, it should be a night of love and forgiveness.

'So Liam is forgiving me by giving himself to me?'

Sherlock chuckles, "Yeah, I would love you as my Christmas gift if this is really true."

Although William wanted Sherlock not to hold down so he made further request of what they are about to do on Billy's bed. "It is true. I want you to be natural with me if you do it. Or else I will get angry."

Actually William just scared that Sherlock might eventually really hook up to a woman, If what Sherlock says is true. He wants to be first to Sherlock's.

"Come at me Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock took one of William's hand to send a small kiss on it. "Yes Liam...I'm not going to be gentle about it. I wanna wreck you so bad..."

Rubbing his cheeks to William's right palm. "Liam I want you to call my name over and over again."

William like the sound of that, so he returned the same gesture and touches Sherlock's face. He caresses them with another haughty remark.

"Then do it. I'll all yours...I trust you, detective Sherlock Holmes. Don't disappoint my first time."

The moment William said so, Sherlock's fingers travels from his face then to his neck with a warning.

"Don't regret this now Liam."

William's resolve did not waver, he even insisted.

"I'm doing this to confirm my feelings for you. You are the one who shouldn't cry after if it turns out that I only see you as- ahh!"

William did not expect himself to squeal like that. Sherlock just licked his neck. "T-this...is...your starting point...? Uhhh..."

Before he can protest, his two wrist are bound to the bed by Sherlock's strong hands.

"Liam...Mmmh..." Sherlock is tasting him. Every fiber of his neck, the back of his ears. His collar bones...his chin. "I-It tickles a bit...you are licking too much."

Feeling sweaty. "T-this is weird..." William is not actually prepare for a wild ride with this one.

Soft kissed to a sudden bite.

"Ghh! S-Sher...lock..!"

Sherlock is being aggressive by marking William.

"I love your smell William, you smell so good~"

His ears went hot.

To the difficult part, Sherlock decided to nibble at his ears.

This is where he found William's weak spot.

"Eeih! Stop-Aaaahh...!" Sherlock find it attractive, so he teased more. "Ahh~ so this is your most sensitive part huh? Just an ear? Liam aren't you too adorable now?" Then he keeps licking at William's earlobe who can only make small protest now as he felt overwhelmed.

"S-stop being mean."

Sherlock bites his ear and pulls it. "Iiihh...!" William shriek. His legs almost kicks Sherlock but the man apprehended his legs. "Shh...Behave Liam. This is just the beginning."

Moving to the other ear. Sherlock's breath in his nose filling William concern on the sweat of his hair from this pressure.

"I...I..."

From his ears Sherlock went down again to send some kisses on his neck, to his collar bone. Repeating the same pleasure. Just to see how William is taking it easy.

William squint his eyes, at first it was ticklish but it felt something else that he couldn't explain.

"Ahh-" trying to lower his voice. His body begins to tremble. 'This is...this is...!'

It is happening, William told himself to calm down and let Sherlock do all the work. He is inexperience unlike Sherlock, he is onto human anatomy. Sherlock let go of his wrist and begins to undone his collar and opens his clothes wider until it reveals his chest. "You are beautiful Liam."

"Sher...lock..." His eyes are getting hotter too. He can feel his own heat, even his dead eyes can feel the heat of his skin eyelids.

His eye bandage is sweating inside.

Shutting his mouth.

Sherlock's hands travelled from his collarbone to his chest. His pink nipples throbbing, Sherlock smirks. "Well look at here, un attended. Let me make it better for you my love." William did not except Sherlock to suck on it while the other hand is being pinched.

That was it, William moaned so loud.

"Sssherlock!"

Sherlock snaps his head to see William face.

'Damn, is this for real?'

William's pink nipple are damn hard. It is asking to be violated. Also...

'It is that face again.'

With teary eyes, reddish cheeks.

William is visibly making an erotic face before him.

"Ahh I see." He blurts out.

As for William who felt so embarrass after moaning like that he did not said any word as Sherlock look at him amused.

"Because you are a virgin who never masturbated before. This kind of simple gestures makes your body too sensitive. I guess I will enjoy you trembling like a little kitten as we move forward to the next phase of this experiment."

William huffs with a challenge. "Can you really make me cry the way you want? Try me. Be more aggressive if you like."

The taunting gets him more excited.

"No need Liam, I shall do you dirty."

"Do your worst."

The man hovering above him touches his spot. William had an inner panic but he scold his body not to reject it. 'Bare with it...bare with it...' Seeing Sherlock play with his member, it was a smug across Sherlock's face. William hid his own face yet secretly peeking an eye to his working pupil. "D-do you really have to foreplay my..." unzipping his pants. "Trust me. It's part of preparation."

Sherlock staring at William white thing. He purposely say it. "What a cute decent cock you have Liam. I'm going to enjoy this."

William gulps.

It come to the part Sherlock swallows him and it sent William electrocution. He yelps, "aahhh! Wait-" hissing, he never knew getting a blow job felt so amazing. He is still insecure about his own being and his body...if someone like him is good for Sherlock. However Sherlock is visibly eating him. Sherlock is enjoying his meal, playing with food is always sadistic. "Liam you are too hard on yourself...relax..."

Feeling the tongue so slippery. William can't keep it up. "P-pull away! I-I think something might c-come out..!" Sending kisses at the tip. "Silly Liam, that is my intention. I want you to cum. Don't be shy, let it out in my mouth."

Hearing that feels like he got toyed. So William had to badmouth him for his remaining pride.

"P-pervert."

Sherlock shrugs at the insult. "You wished for this."

Sucking. William looks at the ceiling. He is awake at this very moment. Arching his back. He covered his face with his arms crossing through his vision. "Nnnn..." whimpering. 'Am doing it...am doing it with Sherlock! So...I actually feel ok with this. So...Now...the signs of three is complete-' He came right on spot. "Aaahh...!" He watched how Sherlock took it all.

A sexy lick on lips.

"You taste so good William."

Panting.

"Let's get this show wilder shall we?"

Before William can reply, Sherlock's fingers grab his jawline and forced him to suck. "Suck my fingers Liam, make them wet ok?"

Since William does not know what should be happening next, he just obediently sucks Sherlock's finger.

He isn't even sure if he is suppose to lick it. But he did anyway.

"Mmmhhm.."

Making it all covered with his saliva.

Sherlock pulls away and then... "Ready?" A finger went inside William, he jolted. "H-how?!" Sherlock pushes his pointy finger tip until it went all the way. Like a donut hole, stirring. He is indeed getting fingered. "You are already wet inside Liam. How surprising." William got more pinkish. "H-hey, don't play with me!"

Sherlock ignores him. "Can't stop now." Wink.

"S-Sherly!" Another finger went in, William covers his mouth. To think a simple fingering can make him so sensitive. 'This is sex...am having sex with my most precious person..!' Unknown to the other, Sherlock explained. "Am preparing you for what is about to happen next."

Seeing the covered eye. "Here." Removing the eye bandage wrapped. Revealing the uneven face of William James Moriarty all sweaty and heat up in red. It felt like his blind left eye can breath.

No, William breaths to his nose as his lips trying not to part ways from his radiating hot body.

Yes...The face of beauty and insecurity.

Mixed feelings.

Sherlock boosting him up, "William James Moriarty. You are mine tonight and am yours from here on."

They elope.

"Here I go Liam."

"Go on-"

The tip trying to enter his hole. William let out a struggle moan.

"H-hold on! It may not fit...! Ugh!"

"Liam don't fight it...! Khh-" Oh no. William is...tight.

Fast breathing.

"Hahh...hahh!"

Heartbeat outburst.

"Liam! Calm down!"

Veins appearing.

"I'm try...ing...!"

Taking a deep sigh, Sherlock finally able to go inside William's.

Sherlock been waiting for this moment! Finally William is his! Finally William is-

'Eh?'

William is sobbing.

Panicking.

"L-Liam...you are crying...did it hurt?!"

Sherlock did not wish to continue if William is against it. However...William had a smiling face while visibly crying.

As if he went crazy. "Ha..haha..." his short laugh, then he sniffs. "No...nnno..."reaching out Sherlock's face to look only at him. "Sherly, this is...because am happy..."

It bothers Sherlock. "Happy...?" He had never saw tears of joy. How humane right?

Soft sobs, William still had tears streaming in both of his eyes as he find his words to convey. "I never knew I would feel too much happiness right now. I...I...I just want to stick with you."

Sherlock is glad. His panic died down into a sweet relief. He held William's right hand that is onto his right cheeks. Agreement is found. "I know Liam, I feel the same. We always felt the same way."

William is urging to kiss in this gesture. "I know it is sinful and selfish...but...but I need you Sherly."

Sherlock can tell that it is ok to proceed. He send kisses William's palm and wrist. "I have plans to illuminate your path Liam. You don't need to ask me to stay..."

William still sobbing. "This is very twisted...we were enemies." Sherlock replied, "And so is Romeo and Juliet." Thinking out loud. "I remember they died together." And added. "Similar to what we did, but we lived."

Putting their foreheads together while he is still inside William's unmoving. "Remember what I said afterwards...?

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(("I've finally caught you Liam. Let's live together...from now on...you and I..."))

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William nods and made the first move to continue their love making. "Sherly please Kiss me, I..."

"Liam..." Gently he pulled William's soft locks as his other hand to William's waist. Sherlock kisses him deeper and William tried to imitate the same.

As if he is protecting William, he always do.

William allowed his mouth to be captured. Exchanging the deep kiss with salty tears. "Mmmore, more...Sherly, kiss me...more..!" Clashing their lips, their teeth and tongue.

William let Sherlock dominate him completely.

Sherlock started moving as he pulls away from their French kissing. "Liam, Liam...Liam...!"

William is whimpering like a cat, feeling his inside getting violated had been surprisingly feels so painful yet feels so wanting.

"Sherly...No...Sherlock...! Go on more!"

Partly exhausted but getting more bigger down there.

"I'll do deeper...! Liam-"

Sherlock's hands using the bed head border as support. From slow phase to a increase of speed. "Hahh, hahh, hahh...!"

Liam's back curling in response, he bit his lips as he dugs his finger nails to the bedsheets.

'It...hurts! It's on fire yet...!'

His head banging to the pillow, watching William's distorted face, Sherlock is so mesmerized by it.

"Liam...I remember how I tripped on the distorted words of our destiny?"

Moving in and out.

"I can't fall asleep at night you know?"

William is moving his head side by side, but his eyes only looking through Sherlock's face.

"Your captivating eyes put me in the corner, and I feel your sickness inside...every time we meet."

Gasping some air.

"Liam, I get hurt too watching you destroy yourself..."

Sherlock zooms his face to him.

"It's an endless punishment. I always feel your sins...I can never runway from your charm."

William sent Sherlock a loving response.

"Sherly...you take me away...as always you would." His head full of desires he had been holding hidden all this time, this very moment he opens them. "Show me a dream that will wake me up from falling down!"

Before he knows, his tears had dried up already.

Only painted with butterflies in his stomach.

'Every time I wake up, I crumble.' William's left eye got kissed by Sherlock. How nice to be pampered.

"Liam, I can't feel your love. But I can give you love!" Is Sherlock's promise if he will be in his care forever together.

"Sherlock..." William's feelings exposed by those words, it is so tempting like a devil's deal to make a wish.

'But he, this man Sherlock Holmes defy my dying wish.'

It went harder.

"Ugh! So...deep...! You are inside me...!"

William moaned louder. Sherlock grunts, his hands from the head bed slams down the bedsheets.

"...hahh.. Free your mind Liam!"

William released his hands free from the bedsheet. "Mmmh!" So that he can cover his mouth from the unyielding lust of love.

He didn't want to be loud than he is already. However Sherlock puts them away as he keep thrusting faster and harder inside William's.

"Don't restrain your voice, I can give you joy Liam!I will free your soul! I will steal your heart! Scream loud to the bottom of your being!"

William ended up clinging to Sherlock, "aahh it hurts!" He dug his fingernails to him. "Nnn!" Head going dizzy."Ssherlock...Mm, no...Sherly...I owe you a fall!"

They stayed like they are riding horses with hard might. It is a race who comes first.

"Sherlock...Sherlock...!" His legs loosing strength, as Sherlock's hips start to hurt as well.

"Liam...You are amazing...! I'm almost there-"

"Do so!"

And that's it.

"Haaaahh...!"

Them cum.

"God dammit. It feels good! Are you okay Liam?"

Sherlock came inside and William wobbles.

Panting. "Hahh...hahh..i-it's inside me, your hot semen..." as Sherlock also out of breath. "Li...am...you are wonderful."

William never felt so brave before. "Sherly, I owe you." Is what he meant of I love you. Sherlock laughs and kisses William's nose. "I love you too Liam."

Slowly William feels light headed...before he close his eyes from a tiresome activity.

He finally said it. "I love you more...Sherl...y.."

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Billy got home just to see two naked man at his bed.

Shocked.

Sherlock's peaceful face, no longer stress and haggard.

While William's depressing face is gone...instead a small smile is traced.

"They hook up at my bed. As in...?"

And it is Christmas...!

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The next morning...

"Good morning Liam~" Sherlock placed his hands to William's face in attempt to cuddle.

However...

"Eh? Where are you going?" William stood out of the bed to walk away without even saying a sweet morning greet.

Simple and emotionless.

"Bath."

Sherlock yawns, rubbing his face still baffled for getting ignored.

"Without me?"

Another straight answer.

"Yeah, stay there."

Sherlock blinks and questioned inside his head.

'What...?'

Watching William enters the bathroom and locks it, Sherlocks sits up as he scratches his back. Still thinking... 'Mood swing perhaps?' Well that is surprisingly cold after making love last night.

Inside the restroom...

William touched his own lips, recalling the memories from last night.

"This was it...I'm indeed madly in love with Sherlock."

He talks to himself.

Then decided to shut up just to do inner screaming. 'W-what should I do? My heart is pounding until now...!'

Inhale and exhale.

"I have to be calm and collected."

Passing through the mirror.

"Hn?"

He saw red spots onto his body. Ignoring his normal un even face from now on, the red dots in his skin is much concerning.

More like...

"Hickeys..."

Touching them from his neck to his collar bones.

"Hehh~"

It felt funny he was jealous on Sherlock's hickey but now Sherlock marked him the same way.

His jealousy faded. "Fuu...he went very hungry of love."

Chuckling to self.

"He bested me again, my Sherly."

While outside the bathroom Sherlock still naked but with the blankets covering his under.

"Now then, while Liam is busy..."

Grabbing the telegram he got from Louis.

The truth is...when William discovered whereabouts Albert, Sherlock quickly sent a telegram to Louis in hopes to tell them that they are alive and well. He did not have yet the courage to tell John since he broke hos promise. So he wants to know everyone's situation first in London before he communicates to John.

His accomplice Louis and Fred.

However it is quite risky to say that they both survived. If someone else sees the telegram will put William in danger.

So he just sent a simple message.

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As for Louis who received it...

"Miss Me? S.H." glaring at the telegram. Louis may have that stoic face, but his heart is pounding loud the moment he read it.

This has to be from Sherlock Holmes!

"..H...He...is..." a bit nervous, 'I knew it, they are alive...!'

Without delay, Louis sent back a telegram.

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["Dear Sherlock Holmes, it is about time you say a word after you had disappeared for a year now. A lot of things have changed in here for a good reason. I will not ask you to come back, but...but if my beloved dear big brother William is alive as what you have promised me that you will save him. Then it has to be his own accord to come back and reunite with us. I will wait for your updates what is the condition of my brother William.

P.S. if he happens to be dead, do not come back here. I'm going to kill you myself since you broke your promise.

Sincerely Lucas Morgan."]

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As Sherlock got done on reading the last words. "Kill me huh...? That brother complex."

Noticing something else struck him.

"Wait, Lucas Morgan? Fake name, I see."

He recalled the birth certificate he got from the final problem says:

Jilliam Morgan

Louis Morgan

Hearing the door turned, Sherlock hid the telegram to their small table drawer.

"Your turn." Emerge William with towel. Smelling fresh from soap and water. A praise from Sherlock his man still naked. "Look at you, so beautiful!"

William rolled his eye. "I heard that a thousand times Sherly. Just take a bath already." Feeling rejected. "W-why are you being grumpy all of the sudden? Had a hang over?" He joked. William proceeds to find his new set of clothes as he said. "You promised me to go outside together for a lunch date."

A wink from one eye.

"If you don't bath now, I might change my mind."

Chills, it sent exciting chills to Sherlock.

"FINALLY YOU AGREED!"

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Then a voice interrupts the two.

"Ehem, forgetting something guys?"

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On the sofa...Billy the kid has been sitting there eating an apple.

"B-BILLY! S-SINCE WHEN-"

Noticing the grocery bags in the kitchen table.

Billy stands at the sofa so he can looked down at the two to tease them. "What was that? 'Were friends' cap!" Clapping his hands. "You guys finally got together huh?"

William decided to make an apology. "Billy...sorry we mess the house." He is clearly talking about the stains.

Whoops.

Billy nods in understanding. "It's ok Mr. Moriarty! I did kinda expect you too will elope sooner or later...but damn it took a year huh? I guess you finally admit you like Mr. Ponytail back! His efforts aren't fruitless!"

Then...

"William."

"Eh?"

Billy looks at William whose kinder and much more decent looking this time. "I would appreciate if you start calling me by my name Billy."

Billy notice that William's mental condition had improve, maybe because the power of Sherlock's love.

But...for some reason his heart jumps.

"...Oh? Huh...umm..." lost for words, Billy did not realize until now that William had this charm to attract people and they make them see him so adorable. "O-ok. M-Mr. W-William..."

Billy had visible blushes. Sherlock goes between them, he got threatened. "WHY ARE YOU GETTING RED FOR BILLY!" Choking Billy.

"Waah! Mr. Ponytail don't be jealous! I mean it feels like am invading you two if I call him in friendly manner!" He was younger than them and also he had been using formality towards William by calling him by his last name, while he is being rude to Sherlock in a sense of close companionship.

William giggles at the sight of two child fighting over him. "But Billy, you are my friend." Stopping the two.

"Eh?"

Billy feels shy for being appreciated.

"Thank you for being my friend Billy, you are my second friend in my life. I look forward for more of us together."

Finally letting himself comfortable, ignoring Sherlock's annoyance.

"S-same here...um, nice meeting you Mr. William!"

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Going outside...

A man who is none of importance stop on his tracks the moment he saw two familiar figures went outside the New York apartment.

"Hmm?"

This man is about to cross the apartment district only to be stopped by two certain men.

The first one he noticed is the blonde hair figure with eye bandage covering his left. While the other is much more recognizable...

Black hair and deep blue eyes.

He chokes.

"T-That is...!"

He is one of his fanatics, so there is no way he would have mistaken.

Hiding behind a pole, he heard their conversation.

"Here is your cane. If it is too hard to walk, hold onto me okay?"

"Sheesh Sherly, too thoughtful. But thank you."

"Let's get going."

He couldn't believe it.

'There is no doubt...those two are...!'

Uttering their names in British accent.

'Sherlock Holmes and William James Moriarty!'

Yes, this person is from London. He moved to New York due to the uproar in his homeland. He was there when Sherlock Holmes is proclaimed dead. He is also there when the identity of Lord of crime got revealed in the news paper.

A clear sketch and same features.

This British gentleman is up to invade Sherlock and William's peace.

'They are alive and together! This means...t-they betrayed the government?!'

He started to stalk them through their date.

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Walking side by side. William with his cane while his other hand held support to Sherlock's arm.

Sherlock casually told William their date plans for today. "Before we eat, let's stop by a shop."

William without second thought, just being obedient. "Sure. You know this place."

Receiving a confident wink from Sherlock, "Now don't get lost honey." William smiles with other intention. From touching Sherlock's arms for support, William moved his free hand to grab onto Sherlock's hand who flinched.

William proposed. "Then hold my hands, darlin."

Sherlock's ears went red. "W-what?"

Seeing Sherlock went stiff, William with his innocent face. "Oh? Are you shy all of the sudden?" The evil smirking.

Sherlock denies it frantically. "I-I'm not! It is just you were so conservative, I thought you don't want to boast our relationship openly to public." Is the half ass reason to escape this holding hands moment in public.

William assured him though.

"I would never be ashamed being with you Sherly."

Hearing such statement, Sherlock's panic died down and he proceed to firmly held William's hands to his by crossing their fingers together.

"If that is the case, let's get going!"

At the said store.

KRING...))

The door bell moved and shuts. The two men approached the interior desk with various of eyepatch displayed. There is surprisingly quite a lot. It surprised William and had him curious is a lot of people in New York had an eye accident or something to have so many eye patch model.

Seeing William still scanning, looking lost.

Sherlock cleared his throat to make the first approach of decision making by asking, "Which eyepatch would you like to wear?"

William looks undecided but he said flat without second thoughts. "Pirate one is fine." Sherlock raised his eyebrow in dismay. "Common." William closed his eyes to avoid argument. It is not a big deal for him whatever eye patch he wear for his left eye. "Look, I do not wish to draw attention with already a large bandage covering my left eye is...you know."

Sherlock thought he didn't want to upset William who already have a condition of bipolar moments, he decided for him.

Grabbing the plain pirate eye patch.

"Ok sir! We pick this one!"

"Thank you! Come again sir!"

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At the bench..

"Let me remove the bandages for you." William nods and allowed Sherlock to help him uncover his left eye.

Revealing his blind scarlet eye and the burnt marks in it. "Hold still..."

Putting the eyepatch for him.

"Viola."

William slowly opened his eyes, surprisingly he lift his left hand to fix the hair strand lingering to his left ear, he felt suddenly shy and nervous.

"H-how do I look?"

Sherlock didn't even hesitate to flirt up. "You look handsome and sexy." William narrowed his eyes. "Sometimes flattery from you is unthinkable. I don't believe it because you always say good things about me." Sherlock knew William thinks he is just teasing him to make him feel better because they are lovers now. And technically William had become sensitive since his fall.

"So you want me to call you ugly or unsightly?" Pouting. "Nno. Of course not." Then zooming his face to Sherlock so he can have a closer look, William teasingly said. "But I want you to drool over me." Sherlock coughs on that. "Kinky Liam not bad."

Feeling their stomachs growl.

Sherlock stood up the bench and handed his hand to William who accepts his help.

"Now am starving for real. Let us eat."

Carefully William moved his cane. Sherlock is acting like a tour guide rather than a boyfriend in public. "On the way over there~" walking together again away from the bench they just sat on.

William's cane shakes when it accidentally got shoot in a cracked floor.

"Oh-" with Sherlock tightly securing their hands together. "Careful." William felt safer than before. "Thanks."

Still had a cane for support and their hands intertwine together, the two walks towards their date spot.

Almost reaching the restaurant Sherlock planned for him and William to dine in, the man halts his steps.

"Hold on."

Wondering why is that.

"What is it?"

Sherlock let go of his hands and walks a little bit of distance to him.

"I forgot something."

Still have no idea what's up, and what could possibly Sherlock could have forgotten. "Oh, ok. We should go back-" Sherlock stands in front of him, blocking. "No that's not it Liam."

Looking at the surrounding with few people in display.

"Ok...so what is it?"

For formality's sake of proper confession, Sherlock took the courage to say it this time without being so needy.

Like a gentlemen.

"Liam!"

"Y-yes?!"

Sweat drops.

"I love you! So please, go out with me!"

Stunned.

William blushed hard before Sherlock. He didn't expect Sherlock trying to be romantic now.

It felt funny yet so sweet.

"Pff...fuu...!" William let out a holding laughter. "After all this time?" Embarass, Sherlock points at him. "Y-yeah, you rejected my first confession! So we have to make this clear and proper and..uhh official!"

William sighs, "Ahh that." Sherlock find this unbelievable of him. "I-It's not just that idiot! That is the most important thing I did in my life! To tell you my feelings! How dare you!"

Fake laughing by William came. "Hahaha." Just to mock him. Sherlock is so embarrass right now. "S-stop laughing! So what is it your answer? Come on! Let's get over with this. I'm doing this for you...!"

William drops the bully phase as he approach a little bit by his cane. "You surprisingly know me well as romantic person." closing his eye. "Now then, for my answer."

Sherlock gulps down despite knowing the answer.

William opened his tender eyes only belonging to Sherlock. With a hand placed on his heart where the wind blows his hair as Sherlock awe in this William James Moriarty's beauty despite having an eyepatch now to hide his scar and burnt face.

"Sure, I will hang out with you. I feel the same way...Sherly." adding his real feelings lay bare. "I have feelings for you since the start too. Thank you for making me realize this kind of love in my grey heart. Putting colors to my monochrome life." If this is a poem, William will definitely write it in pages for Sherlock Holmes.

Just like that letter.

"Hmm..!" Sherlock lift his fist in the air. "Yes! Thank you Liam!" Then grabs William and lifts him to the air as well. "Woah!" The cane drops at the ground, Sherlock spins him up. "Liam said yes! Yes! Yeees! Whoohoo!"

This time William is self conscious on the surroundings. He sees some people passing by but they were far away to even tell if they are visible to them doing this.

"W-wait! S-Sherly! It's embarrassing stop it at once! You'll attract people!" Because Sherlock is noisy, "Nahh! I choose this spot because people rarely go to this park! It's safe!" Is his assurance. "It's just you and me." Carefully returning William's feet to the ground.

"Ohh..." William felt dizzy. But Sherlock is very energetic. "Ok! Let's eat!"

William grabs Sherlock's arm for support again, an agreement is sealed.

"Sure do."

Behind one of the trees park, the British man silently stalks them to the next place.

Following them to a restaurant. He can barely hear any of their conversation. He made sure to be pretty far from them but still visible in his vision range.

He is wondering what happen earlier why Sherlock Holmes carried William James Moriarty like that in the park. How fishy and... 'How they are invading their personal space.' It makes him uncomfortable. He even saw the two went to an eye patch store and how Sherlock help the Lord of Crime remove the eye bandage.

It looked like the Detective is babysitting a child.

'Dammit! If only I can hear their conversation I can tell what's their relationship!'

The two unaware of a stalker because they consider this as their proper first date outside, also first proper lunch date together.

Sherlock and William did not give a single damn on everything, locked in their own world and fantasy.

The British man cursed when he did not realize the two were done eating and went out of the restaurant.

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Outside...

"The food is delicious." William commented. Sherlock hummed, "Better than my cooking mm?" With slight hope that William will choose him, but...

"Sherly your cooking is awful." Straight to the critical part. "Ouch," Sherlock pretended so hurt. "Liam so honest it hurts my heart." However William rolled his eyes. "You are such a baby, take it as a critic-" then Sherlock changed the topic with enthusiastic childish grin.

"Look Liam! A fountain!" He pointed. William didn't find anything magnificent about it. The design of the fountain was bland compare to the majestic structures in London. "Fountain." He repeated with no interest. This fountain is nothing compare to the golden ratio in Noahtic ship that made him stop his tracks to appreciate it's design and how it was built.

Approaching the fountain, it is large and it did reflected his face with an eyepatch.

"Liam." Sherlock called him and "Yes?" Sherlock though pull him closer just to- "Take this!"

SPLASH!

Splash some water fountain in his face.

Still no reaction, William just staring with boredom. "Don't get me wet." But to Sherlock's surprise William also-

SPLASH!

"HEY!"

William giggles as he succeeded making Sherlock look dumb with the water he splashed on his face. "Fuu...payback from what you did."

Sherlock moves away for battle. "Well now were talking!"

William suddenly gain footing and run with his cane to taunt him. "Catch me if you can that is...!" Despite having a cane, that was hell fast.

"Liam come back here!"

Sherlock keep splashing some water as William dodges.

"Ahahaha!"

Things were fun not until Sherlock lost sight of William.

A voice behind him.

"You have two eyes but you are terrible."

"Shit!"

William kick his ass. Like literally his butt met William's shoes. "W-Wha-woah-hey!" and Sherlock went straight inside the fountain's water puddle.

SPLASH! SPLASH!

William gave him a proud smug. "I won."

Sherlock lifts out his wet bangs. "You still outwit me, gosh for a semi blind person-Achoo!" Sneezing and felt the water cold. William offered his free hand to help him up. "Oh getting sick now aren't we Sherly?"

Accepting the hand. "Well it has been a while since I play tag at water." Removing his first layer of coat to squeeze them good.

William had a unreadable face and just simply, "Oh...I see." But not to Sherlock. He know that stoic face had hidden change of mood. "Hm? What's with the down face?"

William looks around and is thankful that there are only few people around and nobody seems to give a damn about two adults playing tag and water in this fountain area.

Finally he admitted. "This is my first time playing." Still with a emotionless face.

Sherlock have to make sure he heard it. "What?" It felt like he unfolded another mystery through William James Moriarty who confessed one of his secrets of past.

"When I was young, Louis couldn't play like other normal kids. I didn't want him to be jealous or left off. So every time other kids ask me to play, I would create a game instead for them. I have never participated on it."

Trying to read William's mood, sometimes he sucks at hiding it but also same time very good on pretending that he is ok.

"I see."

About to drop the awkward silence, Sherlock surprisingly continued it. "Well...actually, it is my first time playing with another human being."

William blinks. "Eh?"

Seeing William like this, Sherlock felt the obligation to share too. "This game of tag is...only Mycroft's my playmate. I don't have friends for obvious reasons." Not in a bad way, just he felt a bit embarrass to admit that he actually loved his big brother a lot when they were younger, now he just find him annoying and melding with his life. He isn't a kid anymore is what it always dawn to him.

William looks at him with somewhat sad smile. "Oh...then I guess we are somewhat the same but not quite." Sherlock scratching his head to calm himself. "Why say so?" It came right away in William's lips. "Because John is your first friend."

Sherlock blushed and he had always been avoiding to admit it. On how he did realize John is someone who is closest to him next to Ms. Hudson. That man is indeed his one and only friend he can truly trust. "That makes sense. I do agree." He wanted to be specific though. "But John is more like a bestfriend."

William chuckles, he knew what Sherlock trying to imply about John. "I'm glad to hear that. Because am Sherly's soulmate."

Feeling cold now, Sherlock pat his hands to the cane. "Let's go home before both of us get sick." With pleasure of acceptance his tour guide man.

"I agree."

Walking, a loud scream stop their tracks.

"Stop mom!" A young boy pulling back his mother away from the bridge they are currently passing through. The woman is in hysteria. "Aaarrhhh! Let me die!"

Both Sherlock and William paid attention to it.

"Hm?"

Except William got more curious and approached a stranger to casually ask. "What is happening?" The bystander shrugs. "Looks like a mentally ill woman." And said, "That person stopping her is probably her son."

Their speculation is correct.

"Sorry, sorry! She got out..!" Because a man who seems to be either the husband or father of the crazy lady. "Come back inside Rosalynn!" He pleaded and puts her in place by shaking her shoulders.

The woman looked so depressed and worn out. Tears flowing, she sobs. "I want to die...huhuhu, my baby...!"

William twitches.

"Excuse me." And suddenly approached the scandalous event. Sherlock couldn't stop him to meld in. "Oi Liam-"

William smiles at the young boy. "Maybe I can help, what is happening?" The American boy arch his eyebrow before he let him knows the story. "Huh? Nothing you can do. My mother is having post partum. My supposed little brother to be born got miscarriage. So mother is still in healing process."

William looks disappointed but he hide in that same polite face he mastered.

"I...see. Sorry for the intrusion." With a short apologetic look, the boy smiles back. "It's ok, your concern is appreciated."

Walking away, Sherlock greets him up with concern. "Liam, look. You can't just consult to people like you were doing before! It's dangerous-" But William cut him off with cold demeanor. "Her mother is mentally ill."

Strange.

"Ok...so?"

Sherlock actually doesn't give a crap about those people. He had always been self centered unless it is a mystery crime to solve. He eyed William who rather look solemn but his words were hinting relief. "I'm glad she failed to jump on that bridge."

Is what can be said.

Sherlock just nods and pat his back.

"...Let's go home Liam, too much exposure isn't good for your eye either."

William just let it be with a small lie that he is done melding himself to other people's problem like a habit of being a former consultor.

"You are right, it's kinda sweaty."

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Finally At home...

Sherlock noticed how William's happy mood from earlier had been replaced with a unknown silence of melancholy.

He silently looks at William who let himself collapse at the sofa and covering his eyes to relax from outside experience.

Sherlock is always a curious man especially when it involves a certain William James Moriarty, a man of mysteries.

"Say...Liam..." Sitting at the same sofa, "Earlier when you saw a woman who almost jump the bridge. You looked really bothered." With a flat tone, William just confessed. "The lady reminded me of my mother."

Sherlock tried not to jump out of his sit, because this is unusual of William to actually... 'H-huh? Liam going to...share me his past?' He never really know him much besides the fake identity of taking over Moriarty name. He did wish to know his truth further and deeper but Sherlock also wants to make William feel that his past does not define him today.

Which is why he never asked him. But now...Sherlock had a chance so he finally took initiative to interrogate.

"The looks?"

Silence.

William finally remove his arm that had been covering his eyes.

There it is...cold scarlet.

"No. The suicide part."

"What?!"

Sherlock had a bad feeling about this.

"You see..." William wet his lips and clasp his hands together, as if he is nervous yet he is focus. "...my mother took her own life. Maybe I got the urge to kill myself the same way her understanding is to end the pain." It continued with that icy look at the wall. "As for my father...he is an engineer. However because he isn't born as a noble, his works weren't acknowledge. Instead he worked in a local factory as an engineer."

Sherlock gulps.

"He married my mother so she would bless her with her nobility influence. To manipulate her, similar to how I manipulate people around me..."

William look angry for a second before they soften into sad eyes. "However, my mother gave up her nobility. Became an outcast to the society only to find our my father had a first wife. That his the original wife father really swore to be forever."

A mocking smile escaped. "About to cut off ties for good, sadly we were born."

Sherlock is anxious.

"You mean..."

William confirmed his assumptions.

"We were considered a curse in both side. A karma for our mother and father's relationship."

It makes sense now where William got his suicidal traits after hearing this. "I see, which is why your mother killed herself in despair did she?" William did not even deny it.

"Yes. And as for my father...he was charged of murder to his first wife. I didn't bother to know the details, but rumors said because his original wife cheated too and he couldn't take it. He thought he was doing it for her but she doesn't see the same way. So he killed his original wife and went to jail." Finding it ironic. "He never came out of the jail. For long, he was just declared dead."

'This pattern...Liam got the bravery to kill for justice because his father is similar to that aspect but not fully in good intentions...'

Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "May I know the cause of death?"

William still not looking back to his.

"...Heart failure."

Oh, he knows this.

"That sounds like...!"

William finally turned his head to face Sherlock. He look calmer than earlier, he was zoning to his depressing feelings. "Yes, Louis inherit a weak heart from our father's side. He even inherited our father's quick giving to anger." Sharing another fun fact. "I needed to train Louis to his anger management back then."

Sherlock had sweat drops in his mind. 'Is that why he hated my guts so much...?' He knew Louis wanted to stab him out of jealously for stealing Liam from their brotherly bonding's every time they accidentally cross paths outside.

"Hehh~ Makes sense n-now." Is Sherlock nervous response. William let out a sigh as he says more, "And I was a mix of both. The intelligence and the fragility."

And that's it. William had nothing else to say.

Sherlock placed his hand above William's free hand that surprisingly clutching to the sofa's body. He was that disturb!

"Liam...I appreciate you sharing these, now I know you a bit better than ever." Massaging William's skin to comfort him. William remembered something, "Yeah, but there is one more I haven't told you." He had this cheeky smile. "You see, when you called me 'Liam' that was the first time somebody properly made a name for me." Before it went a little bit hesitant. "...After all the name William James Moriarty is just a stolen name from Albert's dead original little brother."

Another blank look in the abyss.

"I didn't have a name."

Sherlock recalled something as well.

"Then what is that birth certificate you gave me?"

The time Jack Renfield gave him the Noahtic blueprints along with William's farewell letter. William thought about it. "That is my real name but nothing special. My name is created without loved. It may have been inspired from William Shakespeare book...still that name was never uttered by our parents." Then said, "I was the one who named Louis."

Well, that is interesting. "You mean..." Sherlock can only tell what he is about to say. "Yes, you...Sherly the first person who gave me an identity. A name I can call my own. A special name made only for me."

William returned the favor to Sherlock by holding his hand. "Am Liam. Not Jilliam, William, Will or Professor Moriarty." And that sweet smile.

"Just your Liam."

Feeling his ears heatening up on the adorable sight of Moriarty the Patriot.

"Liam..."

William with small cheerfulness shared his thoughts more of their relationship. "I can say there was a lot of first the time I had spent with you." Pointing up a finger. "For example...let's see. Right...you were my first lunch date."

Sherlock huffs. "That's it?"

William smirks. "There is more..." He went to Sherlock's ears as he noticed the man is secretly blushing already at his quirkiness. "You were...my first laugh, my first friend and my first...romantic relationship." He made sure it was getting seductive.

"My first playmate and my first kiss."

Sherlock is about to get excited only for William to zoom away with a irritated look on his eyes. "However to you...that isn't your first kiss anymore."

Sherlock's heart got stab.

"G-Guilty as charged."

William is just joking though. "You are a first in my everything. To think such bliss existed...I..."

Once again William having teary eyes, Sherlock quickly knew what he has to do.

"Come here Liam, let me comfort you." Capturing William's cheeks to a kiss. William closed his eyes. "Sherly..." willing to exchange soft kisses this time, the two starts to taste each other's mouth once more.

"Mmmmhh..." William purred, Sherlock's hand in response travelled to the back of William's head and grabs his hair in attempt to deepen the kiss.

William moaned on an innocent move like that. Sherlock's lips smirks in achievement as he pulls a little bit away to only whisper under their breaths this. "I want to dominate you right now Liam. You truly are beautiful."

William chuckles, "As always the sweet talker..." his hands went to catch Sherlock's collar to pull them back in a more aggressive kissing. "Come on and enjoy me all you like Mr. Detective. I like you being forceful. It feels very sexy."

Sherlock laughs. "Oh god Liam. You look like a sadistic person but in reality you sure are a masochist. You like hurting yourself~" his hands are now into William's necktie. "Then I shall punish you gently and thoroughly." Untying it, William's eyes were lustful and shy at the same time. "Yes, I want your being once more inside me Sherly. It felt so good you know? I never feel like this before. So much desires piling up inside me, screaming for more selfishness." The necktie fell down, Sherlock kept William's pirate eyepatch as it is. He focused more to undress William. "Then be selfish William. Be selfish now!" Aggressively unbuttoning William's shirt.

"Liam."

"Sherly."

Sherlock dives down to pinch William's hard nipples as his other fingertip pulling and teasing. "Nnaah!" Is William's sensitive moan. It is elementary isn't? Yet William cannot control such indecency he feels on this. "D-don't lick like that...S-Sherly..." the detective's tongue were similar to a dog's way of licking. Sherlock ignored William's request by sucking on it the next move.

"Ughh!"

William once again flinched. His one eye still tearful along with his red cheeks. The room started to feel Smokey. "I see you like it Liam~ how naughty." Sherlock said that before he sucks harder and starts to massage William's chest together. "S-Sherly! HAaahh..." the ex professor bite his own fingers to bare the sensation of being suck onto.

'My mind is filled with Sherlock. My Sherly...What should I do? My heart its pounding so badly...!'

As for the other is the same. 'Oh my dear Liam, you have no idea how this makes me so turn on right now! The erotic face you make...I want more...more...more!'

Breathing through nose.

"Liam, show me your erotic face more." French kissing, Liam opened his mouth willingly and extended his tongue too. "If it is for you Sherly, I will. If it makes you happy, am happy too."

Making sure wetting their lips and jawlines.

Sherlock stops playing at William's chest, instead his hands now teleported to William's pants. "You are growing down here William." To his surprise William grabs his. "L-Liam?!" A devilish smirk traced to William's face as he declare his boldness. "It shall be my turn this time to please you."

Before Sherlock can protest, William forced him to sit up back since they were almost lying down the sofa when they were trying to catch each other's mouth.

William went to the floor and kneels at his front. Sherlock gulps down. "You don't have to do this Liam. You will regret it." Is his warning so he can hide his embarrassment.

However it is too late. William unzip his pants and played with his cock through the fabric.

"W-woah!" Sherlock is actually pump right now but he wanted to be a gentlemen. Guess not working to William.

"Ahh, so this is Sherly's. How big..." kissing on it. Sherlock's back shivered. "L-Liam!" Still wanting to proceed. William uncovers Sherlock's erection. He saw it standing and throbbing. "Oh my, it is too large huh." Licking the tip, "Let's make it bigger~" like a cat's tongue, William starts applying his saliva all over Sherlock's penis.

The detective felt overjoyed that it became harder. Cursing from pleasure. "Argh, Liam! You are doing it good! Dammit, this is what you call virgin? Didn't you trick me somehow?" Is the tease. William kept his fingertips to Sherlock's and begin to all massage it up and down with his bare hands. "I learned from you silly Sherly~" sniffing, Sherlock knew William will do it soon.

"I will eat it now."

"W-wait!"

William puts Sherlock's thing to his mouth. Carefully swallowing it. Slowly allowing it's whole body to be inside his hot mouth. William breaths to the nose and his eyes squint. He didn't except it to become larger than ever. The regret is finally showing up. 'It's larger inside my mouth! How should I proceed?'

As if Sherlock read his mind and saw his struggle on giving a blow job. Sherlock already drops an apology. "Liam, you did this to yourself. Now it shall be a problem if you don't help me finish!" Grabbing William's head, his one eye widens. He knows what will happen.

"Mmmff!" Sherlock shove him up and out. In a process of him sucking forcefully. William grabs to Sherlock's kneecaps and dug his nails to them.

Sherlock hiss and commented. "You really are such a cat! Always clawing me!" Sensing some evil agenda. "But it won't stop me. Suck me deeper Liam! Your mouth feels so hot and watery. I love it!"

William can only accept his throat getting violated. "Mm-mmff-mmhh!" Sherlock pulling his hair somehow, it made William pent up under. It is so kinky that Sherlock's cock is melting inside William's mouth. "Oh god, god, Liam you are flaming! I'm going to come...!"

William didn't mind it. So he prepared himself to swallow. "You may come Sherly!"

As it explode to his mouth. William pulls away to breath out. "B-bitter!" Is his response on gulping down Sherlock's semen.

Sherlock grins at him. "Told you, you will regret it...!" William is fierce. "Well, not as bad as your cooking skills though." Sticking out his tongue with the lingering white cream. "Is that so Liam?"

Sherlock got more excited.

"Sorry Liam! No more mercy!"

"Eh-"

Carrying William all the way to the bed. Face landing to the pillow. William find himself to a dog position. "S-Sherly?!" As he feared, Sherlock pulls down his pants. Being able to see William's bare legs and his butt exposed.

Sherlock sucks his own finger to play with William's hole. "Here is your reward Liam~" the sadistic voice echoed. William arch his back when the Sherlock begins to finger him there. "N-Not there...!" Pretending to dislike it, William is deeply aroused.

Sherlock can see William's thing moving. He chuckles. "How about this~? Look Liam."

Glancing behind him, his eye startled when Sherlock licks his hole. "Eeek!?" Feeling all tingly. Sherlock is inserting his tongue to make him wet over there. "I-Isn't that part d-dirty?!" Bewildered.

Sherlock tells him some facts. "You are all dirty Liam. So am. Sex is dirty~ and I will make you more messy~" to spice things up, he pulled William's throbbing cock. "Ah! It hurts...!" Doesn't matter. Sherlock is pleasuring his hole and his cock by massaging and licking to his butt hole.

"N-nnnoo...!" William didn't knew getting fuck at the same time felt very wonderful. "I-it feels too great Sherly!"

Hearing the struggling voice of William, his pleads. "I want more of you Liam! Yes, yes! Do it, plead more...! Say you want me to be rougher!" being mean as he becomes harsher.

"Nnn...N-no...don't or I'll cum sooner...!"

William whimpers, his knees becoming heavier and it slips through the bed. His weight visible engraved. "Liam! I can't take it any longer!" William watched Sherlock put his cock to his in order to start the phase where he penetrates him.

William inhales the expectation of getting fucked again. "Sherly!" And it did. "AaahAahh!" Sherlock's cock is larger than his first enter. As if their first sex is a mock practice. "Sssherly your cock is larger than last time? Why is that?!" It is a mystery to him. 'I-It's hitting my sensitive parts!'

Sherlock slaps his butt, adjusting his posture in response so Sherlock can doggy style him. "It's because you are turning me on and on properly this time. And that first sex, was going easy on you at your first time Liam! Now I shall do you very bad!"

Thrusting harder and harder. William's head throws up and down as he moans louder and so erotic than before. "S-Sherly! F-fine I admit! I love you fucking me, am maybe a slut now...! B-but I want yours...Hahh, Be harder...be faster...! Haahh...! M-make me pregnant!"

Sherlock laughs. "Yeah! If you were a woman you have been impregnated already by me! Making such face, such voice...! Liam you are so beautiful! I love you!"

Panting. "I love you too Sherly...!"

Sherlock came inside him, William looses strength. "Aahhh...so hot...so much...many...inside..spilling..hahh..It's like a volcanic eruption..." collapsing at the pillow. Sherlock flips him front. "Oh no you don't rest Liam. Am not yet satisfied."

William shock, Sherlock fucks him again. This time facing each other. "Aahh-hhhahh!"

William can only mentally scream after moaning too much. 'I love him, I love him! I want to stay like this forever...! With Sherlock!' His hands gesture for holding hands.

Sherlock understood the assignment and intertwines their fingers.

Exhausted smile from William's face.

"I love you Sherlock."

Sherlock is stunned for a moment. This is the first time William's I love you phrase to him were much more braver and natural. Unlike before he would feel fear in his voice whenever he utters love words back to Sherlock.

Kissing as a reply. "I love you too Liam. You are mine."

Both came and slept for the rest of the day.

---

...

"Wake up Liam." A tug on his shoulder. "Mmrrr more minutes." William rolled to the other side refusing to wake up.

Sherlock find him so adorable that he had to chuckle. "Sleepy head now? Well, before Billy comes home we need to clean up and bath. It would be too much for Billy to see us naked again and messy bed aren't we?" William slowly open both of his eyes, the left eye still no life while the other had morning glory. He rubs them and slowly carried his self up the bed.

"Makes sense."

First thing they did is replace the bedsheet then went to the bathroom together.

Together in the small tub. Sherlock remember the last time they were inside it. He even talk about it. "Liam, do you recall your breakdown moments and you ask me to bath with you?" William feeling relax. "Yes, why?" Sherlock happily shared. "It was very seducing! I controlled myself by declining your offer!" To his surprise, Sherlock made a naughty move to his body while stuck inside the water tub.

William found Sherlock's hand to his chest and his sleeping cock. "Wait! Sherly! I thought were taking baths-" but Sherlock blows in his ears to shut him up. "Nnn..! N-not fair." Sherlock smirks and praised his blushing face. "You look very cute Liam." Then he licks his earlobe, harassing William whose now defenseless. "D-don't, S-Sher...lock..."

Squeezing his legs, William felt it again. His thing getting erect. "S-stop! Or I w-will...!" It is useless though. Sherlock's member just stabbing him from behind. Sherlock teased him more. "You say stop but you don't pull away~ how very convincing Liam. How adorable..."

William is hesitant at doing another sex while suppose to be bathing peacefully. He had no choice but to give Sherlock some credit. "Fine." giggles, "Such a kid you are Sherly."

Letting Sherlock nibble his ears. "Nnhh...not my...ears...ffuuu...!" William's sensitive spot is his ears. It is making him very vulnerable whenever his earlobes are being whispered on and getting itself licked none stop. "Aahh...Stop it...p-please...Sherly..." Is the pretend want to stop but nope.

Sherlock proceed on phase two, he licked his scarred face, William felt his love by doing that. So he surrenders. "Sherly...you can make love with me all you want. I owe you too much of a fall. You are my precious person."

William found himself facing his own cock reflected in the water. His back is being hovered above by Sherlock's body heat.

"You are such fair skin Liam." Sherlock sent butterfly kisses to his exposed back bone. It felt a new view of ecstasy while. William grips on the tub edges as he bit his lips to stop moaning like a pervert he is becoming. 'S-Sherlock licking my back...aaahh, it feels weird...but it feels good too.'

Another pretend he dislikes it.

"S-Sherly, stop...please stop. I just got cleaned, am getting dirty again."

Sherlock was being a mean guy. To control his Liam he knew what to do. "Liam this isn't the time for bathing." Blowing in William's left ear. "Iiihh..! N-not that side. I...I..." William had teary looking face.

Sherlock laughs as he felt much more sadistic now. "How sensitive." Sending blowing sounds to William's left ear. He felt his cum on tip of his own cock. "Nno...don't speak nor breath in it...your voice...it's making me feel it..." a simple gesture like this can make him go out already.

"Liam you are too beautiful for me. I won lottery didn't I?" Massaging his thighs, they are still in the tub bathing. William tried to fight back. "What am your property?" Only for Sherlock to mark his back a kiss to make a hickey.

That hurt. "Aah! Sherly!" Hissing.

Sherlock ignores him and made him face each other. Grabbing William's hardness. "I'm just going to rub our thing together. I know you might get loose. So forgive me for doing this." William gulps down the saliva he had been trying not to drool.

Sherlock did what he wanted to do. Their sword fighting. William is incredibly sensitive. "Aahh-ahhh-hhahhh..." He actually fell down in sitting position causing the water to spill out of the tub.

Ssasshh,sssasshh...

Now both dip in the water, Sherlock still forcing their dicks to slap each other and rubs like driftwoods to make a fire. "Your cock..." William trembles. "...I-is rubbing to mine! It's so hot despite the water we are onto...!" He knew he had to let it out.

Sherlock went faster and slam their swords together. "Come for me Liam, come now...!" Feeling their limits. "Ssherly...I think am coming, it's going out...!"

And it came out.

The water had white cream on it. William curled himself in the tub as Sherlock open his legs to relax now inside the tub. "You know Sherly...you are really a dog in heat." Is William's complain. Sherlock chuckles. "Same goes for you, a cat in heat my cute little Liam."

Pouting exposed, Sherlock ruffles his hair. "Calling me cute doesn't erase the did just now. We are all dirty again seriously."

Both went out of the tub so they can replace the water with clean ones.

"My bad honey."

"Right, darlin."

The two finally washed themselves properly without getting horny.

...

---

After a sex bath, the two went to the kitchen to eat.

William had a liking to the pirate eye patch Sherlock bought him. He decided to wear it today so he can show it to Billy once he gets home.

In the kitchen area...

This time William help Sherlock cook the meal by telling him which ingredient to put first, how to stir properly and what spices to put. Sherlock carefully followed his instruction.

So technically, Sherlock is not the one who cook himself but William indirectly.

Tasting.

"Not bad."

Sherlock and William already at the table eating. Sherlock playfully lift his spoon to defend his independency. "I would be much happy if I just followed the instruction from the cook book you ask me to check." William gave him an obvious look. "You already tried and failed miserably. Now that I have joined your cooking practice with proper guidance, look at this result."

Sherlock isn't hurt though, he wants to appreciate William every single moments with him is just very interesting to his alley. "Yeah you are a good teacher. As expected from Professor Moriarty. Mr. Mathematician."

A wink.

"I haven't heard that in ages." Winking back and eyeing the plate. "Let's eat shall we?" When William is about to get his utensil, Sherlock snatched the spoon. "Eh?"

Sherlock gestured to feed him. Without question, William opened his mouth and allowed to chew the food.

Munching and gulping.

William watched Sherlock eating the food as well. The reaction displayed on Sherlock's face were in agape.

Giggling, "See? It's not so sweet anymore."

Sherlock brushes up his own bangs, his hair gotten longer again. "Y-yeah...it taste normal." As he hate to admit, William is right about his horrible cooking. He wonder why he can do chemistry but not mix food in any decent meals.

Grabbing the glass of water, William ask so nicely. "So I hope you remember what you did today and cook me a proper meal Sherly, of course without me helping you at it anymore."

Sherlock is hopeful too. "Then you got to also cook again my favorite dish. I still haven't given up on that."

William gave him a dead look.

"I wonder who wasted it?"

Feeling the dark aura.

"I-I'm sorry!"

Seeing his Sherlock being so nice to him, William uses his finger to wipe the lingering food crumps Sherlock's lips edges.

"Nahh, I forgive you."

Heart pumps, Sherlock is thankful for this William whose engaging normally now.

"Yeah."

Done eating, with empty plates. The two sat there for a while just to stare at each other appreciating the tranquility that they surprisingly can achieve after all those days of chaos.

Though, one thing been bugging Sherlock.

"Say Liam."

"Yes?"

He brushes up his bangs again, Sherlock does this when he wants to compose himself. "When you are in a comma state..." William waiting. "Hmm-mm?"

He finally says it. "D-do you hear me t-talking to you?"

Well, that came out of nowhere and unpredictable.

William gave him a suspicious look, no ill intent but that is kinda weird for him. "What's with you being nervous just to ask that?"

Sherlock laughs nervously as he recall saying depressing things during William's comma state and...the fact he sometimes masturbate on him.

It is really rude.

"I-I mean...I did say a lot of stuffs to you." But he didn't want to confess that taking advantage part. Mentally Sherlock in quotes, 'Did some stuffs at you too while you are defenseless.'

William find it fishy though.

"Hehh~"

"J-just answer it!"

William puts his thumb at his chin in thinking manner. Been a while since Sherlock saw this William looking smart and fine. "Well, I heard you call my name the moment I gain consciousness." He carefully try to recall the details. "...But when I opened my eyes you weren't there. So I took my cane and walk around this building. The kind lady in pantry told me where am. Then I went to the rooftop to see for myself that am indeed not in London. Also I was looking for you too."

Unsatisfied, Sherlock persisted more info. "Farther than that. Like as in...comma state. Not the time you woke up." William tilt his head in question before he understood where Sherlock is diving onto. "Oh you mean that time period."

Seeing Sherlock really wants to know the truth. "Y-yeah." His man is sweating. William admits he is actually in a state of dream on that certain period of his comatose state. "...I was dreaming about my childhood memories."

William look uninterested for a second and Sherlock thought to apologize right away. "Oh...sorry." raising an eyebrow. "Why so?"

Sherlock pinpoints. "You didn't have friends right? It must be a sad dream."

William chuckles and corrected his worries. "No, no. It is the opposite."

"Eh?"

With a hint of missing and nostalgia...William looks at the window that is located in their right view. The sky look clear and happy. William cannot help but feel heart felt as he shared to Sherlock. "In my dream, it transpired to me how me and Louis left our home. Then we lived in the slums, then secretly lived inside the Public Library. Then got taken to the orphanage custody...and..."

Insisting to milk more on William's words.

"And..?"

William gave him am answer he desired to hear.

"Albert adopted us brothers and...the start of our sin."

Sherlock taps his fingers at the table. "Sin...you mean the Moriarty Household burned down. You three burned the people there." Still entertain on Sherlock's wits. "Amazing deduction as always Sherly. Yes, that is a perfect crime. The very first crime I consulted with murder."

Feeling the air changed.

"Liam..."

William started to grab the plates, Sherlock helps him while at it the conversation continued.

"You see, I consult people at my youngest peaks. However Albert James Moriarty is the first person who requested a crime beyond theft." Allowing Sherlock take away the plates from his hands and dump them to the kitchen sink. "At first I thought he was joking. Just drawn to his depression. But...I was wrong." William felt a little bit dark. "I dared him to kill his little brother." Sherlock didn't stop him, he wanted to know badly William's perspective so he can volume his sanity at this point of being together moving forward. "And he actually did. All his anger, the devil within him is release." There it is, a broken smile of irony. William looks at his hands. "With my words, his desire to really kill his family awoken. It is my fault."

Sherlock opens the sink and starts washing the plates. "That's...understandable."

William who remained at the kitchen dining table, adds his open wounds to Sherlock. "I truly didn't want to resort on killing the Moriarty household. It is just...I already made a deal with Albert. I made a promise to him." He wanted Sherlock to know he was not really a psychopath, just a little bit. "That is also the first time I realized I can make perfect crimes. I used to help with planned bank robbery. You know, crime consultation that won't have any murder involved."

The surprising disturbance in his eye.

"Albert is so different."

Sherlock got done with the plates and grabs the coffee beans. William feels cold when the fear on Albert got pictured. "I choke up and told myself it is what it is. To Reap what you saw."

Sherlock started making coffee now. "Meaning Albert wouldn't have done it if you didn't encourage him." Agreeing. "Exactly. His wish to get rid of his family so he can have us. I gave him my wisdom and courage in hypothetically speaking. But he took it literally and now I cannot decline his wanting's for punishing the wicked since he saved Louis life."

Sherlock honestly never cared about the eldest in Moriarty household, but now listening to William's description about him. "Albert sounds like a pretty scary guy than you." Is a funny statement, William couldn't agree no more.

"He truly is. He even ask me to kill one rival at school in Eton Collage just because that student is snooping on us."

Sherlock grabs the two cups and made his way back to their table. "I heard about Eton Collage had a lot of middle class suicide. But it was a doing of a bully." Serving the two coffee.

"Yes, that bully is the one we punished that time."

Handing William's cup, his fingers finds comfort from the heat. "Because of Albert I stained my hands." Sherlock is silent, waiting for William to let it all out...his hidden regrets for being what he is now. "You see, I don't really believe the wicked should be penalized by another human being. However brother Albert...he woke me to that kind of resolution. Before I know...I couldn't stop it. It went rampant."

Staring now to the imaginary bloodied hands William is...

"Until my hands soak in their bloods-" Sherlock grab his hands. "Liam!" Taken back. "Eh? Sherly...?"

Sherlock reminded him. "I shot Milverton. I don't regret it." Eyes that looks straight ahead into William's. "Umm...so?" Gripping on his hand. "Our hands are both stained. So it is okay Liam. No matter how many you took life, same as soldiers. They kill fellow soldiers too because it's war and duty."

As he finishes his message. "So it is ok to be tainted."

Glitters.

Bright lights entering William's iris as he felt very important and needed right now by this man who always give him colors.

A reason to appreciate being just alive and functional as a human being.

"Sherly...you really are a person of light." Small teary eyed William, "Really...why do you like me so much...?" His lips tremble, trying not to cry again.

Sherlock smiles.

"Because you are rare."

That made William laugh. "Fuupff, What's that suppose to mean?" Sherlock grins at him as he lift William's hand he had captured from earlier.

Having their elbows places at the table as if they are going to do an arm wrestling, Sherlock proudly assumes.

"You also see the same way right?"

William can't win against Sherlock's positivity.

"Yes, I have high respect to your intelligence. I admire it." He compliments Sherlock who also said the same thing. "I admire your genius brain too, Liam."

But then the negative words slips out of William's, still unable to keep good wishes.

"Will this end well?"

Paused.

Sherlock carefully check again William's mental state.

"...What's on your mind Liam?"

William this time clings to Sherlock's hand as they still hold onto each other's, he slowly said out loud his insecurities. "Our future is uncertain. You may eventually find someone better than me...like Irene Adler."

Sherlock arch an eyebrow in disbelief. "Don't tell me you are threaten about her? She is dead remember. She is now..."

William chuckles, "Haha, So you know she is James Bond." A mood swing displayed clearly, Sherlock tried to ignore it and pretend that nothing else is happening beside having their conversation. "She did visit me goodnight before her so called dead body is found."

It's no use.

William starts to feel scared. He is slightly shaking and Sherlock can feel the turmoil of his unstable emotions.

"If...what if..."

"Hm?"

William refuses to look at him now with wild speculations. "What if Irene Adler never has to die, will you and she would have become...?"

Sherlock did not want to dodge the question so he remained calm. "Let's see." Then admitted. "It is a possibility."

William internally gasp and held his voice inside his throat waiting for Sherlock to finish his sentence.

"But the moment she will have to get pregnant, it may not work. I'm not going to be a good father."

William does not believe it in a slightest. "Already judging your skills? I say, you were workaholic yes. But...you are surprisingly good at taking care of someone." William is referring to himself how Sherlock babysits him like literally spoiling him when he isn't really disabled.

Sherlock interjects. "Because it's you." William still denies his efforts, thinking he is just being kind to him as always. "Not true. You don't see it yourself but you are very sweet you know? Even your Ms. Hudson knows that."

Sherlock shakes his head, "Anyhow going back, I know this is a serious question of yours. If I never met you, I would have indeed become Irene Adler's lover."

William tries to smile to hide his hurting.

"I see."

But that is very visible and Sherlock respects that.

"Yes. I want to be faithful to you, starting with honesty."

William made a heavy sighs, it seems he had good answers for now then played a joke. "All I can say you have a thing for blonde."

Sherlock is confused, William pulls away from his hand held hostage a while ago.

"What?"

William playfully says, "Were both blonde hair and were both smart. The only difference is the gender." Then grinning as he placed his fingers to his own chin. "I see your fetish hehh~"

Sherlock is flustered. "W-well! W-what about you Liam?! If...If you weren't busy plotting London's domination. If you were just a normal Moriarty without meeting me. Would you have date someone or marry then?"

"No, I don't." That is quick.

"Care to explain why you sound so sure?"

William with a poker face now.

"My heart never beat for anybody."

Sherlock gave him reading eyes.

"Remember the desire of pleasure wasn't strong enough for me to masturbate? I literally have no love residing in me. Taking care of Louis is more like a duty I must do as the elder. But not necessarily that I do care. That is how cold am than yours." Seizing his vision. "Not any women interest my alley. Not even their beauty, not their personality."

Basically William is gay from the start. He never actually knew that this Sherlock came to his life that he started to feel infatuated to someone else and it happens to be...Sherlock is a male.

"To be true it never crossed my mind if I was onto guys. Because I don't feel strangely towards Albert and my other colleagues who are all men. Louis is of course not counted, he is my beloved little brother." Crossing his arms and resting them to the dining table.

"I...in reality, I hate this world Sherly."

Depression once more.

"I hate it so much, I hate all the people." William lowered his head and glared at the table sheets.

"There was so much hate that I don't seek any lust nor romance fantasy." As he did not even stuttered. "I only felt it to you." This time Sherlock blushed so hard when Liam said he is the only one capable of making Liam loved someone else romantically.

"I was so...infatuated to you. I was attracted. However I didn't know those were romantic feelings. I'm very dense yet also aware. Probably am in denial." Looking up with red cheeks. "That I'm a male and to feel wanting to another man...it is unthinkable."

Sherlock is silent but he is immersed on William's thoughts for him. "But you opened my eyes when you said you wanted me that kind of way. That you want me to take your hand on that bridge because we feel the same."

The sun had set to a sunset by now.

The two still staring at each other as the other kept talking. "I realize this was the real me. That I swing that way."

Now that William says so, Sherlock got curious now. "Liam, do you feel anything on other men now that you know what you are in general...?" If ever William might actually replace him. Moriarty had no second thoughts at all. "I don't feel anything towards Billy. So I guess I'm just really not capable of romantic fever to anybody but you."

With a sweet kiss on Sherlock's cheek, Sherlock absolutely froze as he isn't prepared for that stunt coming from William whose just really insecure nowadays.

"I love you very much Sherly."

His heart went crazy.

"Liam...don't say it with such a cute face...It may make me want to strip you naked again."

William tempts him more though.

"Good news Detective." A tease before surrendering again. "You can take me away once more..."

Opening his mouth to allow Sherlock's tongue to his. William becomes better on French kissing with Sherlock. The table between them is invisible to their eyes, they insist to deepen the kiss. "Mmmh..."

Sherlock noticed this and he find it funny. 'Someone getting horny.' Is his thoughts. Pausing the French kiss as William drools. Sherlock plans to tease him. "You are very lewd Liam." He said as he wipes his drool with his thumb then licking it too.

William ignored his taunts and pulled his collar. "Whose fault is this? Take responsibility~" this time William insert his tongue to Sherlock to pull it deeper kiss.

"Mmhh Liam...you are getting good. Did you practice for me?"

Pulling away. William leaves his seat to approach Sherlock still on the chair.

"I don't know. Maybe?"

"Don't tease me."

William had a pouting face for a second. "Well, I wanna do you too." To Sherlock's surprise, William unbuttons his clothes to send kisses to his chest. "Woah!?" Bare lips moving like stamp, Sherlock got aroused.

"D-damn Liam." Rather than stopping William, he watched him. He watched how William preyed on him. "Sherly your chest..." William's fingertips playfully travelling to his skin then to his nipples. "I now understand why you call me cute." Smooching on Sherlock's right nipple, the man moaned. "Gahh!" With William's evil smile. "When someone plays like this, human can moan so sensitively. Hehe, really..." whispering in Sherlock's ears. "You are surprisingly adorable too Sherlock."

Ohh the spice is up!

"Khhh..! Fuck." William continued to suck and caresses

Sherlock's chest. Sherlock doesn't deny it. "Feels good...Liam...it's good! Fuck, Keep it up..!" Offering himself more. "Right, suck me! Suck me like you needed me...!"

Licking sounds.

William then licks Sherlock's face. "...!?" Sherlock did not expect that. Seeing William wearing his classic devilish smile. "If you are a dog, I must be a cat." Sending kiss to Sherlock and licking his face again. "Your my human Sherlock." A bit possessive. "You mustn't belong to anybody now except me, or else I shall punish you."

"Liam you are so sexy."

---

Unfortunately the door knob turned.

---

Quickly the two stops and fix themselves.

With a normal voice, William greets the interruption.

"Oh welcome back Billy."

As if nothing happens...

Billy saw the evidence that they just ate without him.

Pouting he got left out, "Gee! You guys eating without me when it is Christmas!" Then happily greets them back. "Good morning Mr. William! And Mr. Ponytail!" Till he notice the silence between the two.

The two is acting odd.

"Hm? What's wrong Mr. Ponytail?"

Sherlock cleared his throat, "Nothing. But here, go and eat. Hurry." Handing him a plate.

Billy tilt his innocent mind. "Did I perhaps interrupt something...?" Or maybe not so innocent. He had a feeling there is something happening between the two before he barge in. 'Either they were fighting or...flirting...?'

William also cleared his throat while eyes closed. "Not that I know of."

Billy had an idea what it could be but he held his Cheshire grin within him. "Ooook, let's put it that way then."

Putting down the grocery bags. Sherlock and William still silent at their chairs.

Billy began to pry on. "So I'm a bit curious." Thinking the right words, "Now you guys got together, any plans for the two of you?"

Sherlock and William finally looks at each other before looking back at Billy's back.

The way it sounds like...

"Are you kicking us out?" Is Sherlock's guessing.

Billy immediately tells them. "Absolutely not! But you know, I'm just wondering how things will be from now on to the two of you. After all Mr. William still can't go public for obvious reasons."

Sherlock eyed William at his side view whose avoiding contact.

"It's for Liam to decide."

"Eh?"

William felt nervous. He honestly never thought about what should they do if Billy indeed kicks them out. After all they are adults, they ain't Billy's child or anything to keep stay.

Maybe friends but...the weight.

William is now worried about Sherlock rather than himself. He does not mind to be abandoned but that will bring Sherlock misery. Seeing how Sherlock works so hard just to save money is quite obvious.

It is hard to live alone in a foreign country.

His dark thoughts were interrupted when Sherlock said again, "I will take care of you until you decide what paint you want in your canvas remember?" That colorful smile from his lips. "Until then we'll be stuck to each other."

William's eye widen. Hesitantly discrete on the situation. "What if...that time never comes? Where are you going to be Sherly?"

Without delay, Sherlock vowed.

"Beside you. Till the day we die again."

William is speechless.

"Oh damn the love is in the air, I feel like suffocating!" Billy fanboys in the background. "NOW!" Grabbing both their necks to his arms. "You love birds let's celebrate Christmas shall we?!"

They finally noticed the red and white wine Billy bought.

"Oh yeah!" Is Sherlock's enthusiastic response.

"Sure." Is William's pleasant response.

"CHEERS!" Is Billy's start point of their little party. The sunset had disappear and thus became night time.

Silent snow outside while warm and peace inside their apartment.

Doing cheers the three start to drink red wine and eat again another set of food like a happy family with married couple and a child.

Except Billy is an adult.

---

...

The next day...

Sherlock went out early to buy coffee beans outside, they are apparently out of stock. As for Billy he went out to pay bills for the rent and electricity.

While for William, his job is to clean the house.

The dinner they have is still in the kitchen sink. Deciding to do the plates later...William began to sweep the floor.

Until his eye caught a familiar fabric that happens to be it's edges out of the chest box.

"Hm?"

William wants things to he properly put in boxes. So he open the chest box to pull out the black cloak.

Wait...

His eyes widen and his fingertips travelled to it. The smell too is familiar except its a little bit somewhat moldy for not being put in sunlight.

"This cloak...they kept it." It was his clothes when he suicided.

Its the iconic robin hood dark knight outfit he had when he presented himself the Lord of Crime.

Even though it is suppose to be a dark past, he felt a strong nostalgia and excitement for a second.

Without thinking he decided to try it out and glance at the available mirror in this apartment.

Seeing himself with an eyepatch now while wearing dark cloak. A small laugh escape his mouth. "I look more a villain now." Than before he was just a beautiful vigilante that brings punishment to bad people.

Noticing his somewhat alluring face despite having one eye remaining.

Touching his own reflection.

"...Is this the expression I make in front of Sherlock?" Just thinking about his Sherlock how they met to this present makes him adore so much.

Blushing

"I look so erotic."

Closing his eyes to feel the past.

'I can still feel the warmth of being saved by the memory of this cloak.' Trying to picture that special moment how Sherlock embraced him with protection while falling.

Such a unforgettable moment and best thing in William's life.

He fall so deeply to him that night.

"Oh Sherly...your embrace at the Thames, they are surreal and...unforgettable." it etched in his heart, mind and soul.

'If Sherlock didn't saved me...I most likely burning in the depths of hell now.'

Then again...he felt guilty.

'How do I atone my sins?'

Not knowing Billy got back and silently watching him doing his own thing. Billy mentally gasp at the sight.

How William looks mysterious in his outfit. Yes...The serious look William had made Billy catch a glimpse of his dark side.

'Is that how Moriarty really looks like? The Lord of Crime...?'

A sudden cold glare.

"Whose there?"

Billy reveals himself with raised hands.

"Woah!"

Switching to a kinder face right away.

"Billy...?"

William is back being that cinnamon roll self, Billy wants to question it but he kept it to the back of his mind. He rather made an apology. "Sorry to startle you." William is still polite as ever did the same apologetic bow. "Me too."

However Billy didn't want things to be awkward so he tried to make a conversation. "So it seems like you are fitting there."

William fidgets. "You...you kept my cloak." Then slowly he removes them. "Yes I did. But I forgot about it. Did it mean anything to you?" Watching William fold the cloak and hide it back to the chest box.

William flex to Billy whose now nervous "Yes...this cloak is pretty expensive. It is a gift my brother Albert gave a pair to me and my little brother Louis."

Billy never thought he can sell that cloak!

But, he cannot do that so he played along. "I see! I see! Then I'm happy I made the right decision!" Although something still bothers him.

"Do you mind if I ask Mr. William?"

William had zero ideas.

"Yes?"

Billy with a honest look up at him.

"Are you really scary?"

Blinking.

"Pardon?"

Billy walks around to circle on him with observing tone. "The news paper and the books said things about how terrifying the Lord of Crime is. But here you are a cinnamon roll."

William sweat drops from the compliment. "C-cinnamon roll?" That didn't sound right but...

Billy grabs his hands and shakes them energetically. "I mean you are so handsome and angelic! Ignoring your damage side of face you are truly adorable and looks harmless! You are so white...fluffy and red shade eyes like a rabbit! Ohh how cute!"

More sweat drops as he kept smiling. 'W-what am a bunny?" William can't help but find it amusing, Billy's words. "Pff fuu..." wondering what cheered William. "E-eh? Mr. William?" Billy let go of his hands and looks concern for a moment. "Well to answer your question~" he sees William's calm breeze atmosphere.

"It depends to the beholder of the eye."

They look so...endearing.

Billy finally understands why Sherlock is such a simpleton when it comes to William James Moriarty.

William James Moriarty the Lord of Crime is simply attractive, overwhelmingly charismatic.

In short very deceiving and it can manipulate you to serve him.

Astonished.

'Ahh...his scarlet eye, it feels like it can draw you in...is this why he can manipulate a lot of people before...?'

How Billy wish he met William with fully functional two eyes. But that is a thankful wishing anyway...

"Alright, Since I already returned inside the drawers my cloak, time to keep cleaning." Billy smiles at him. "You were looking for clothes right?" William smiles back. "Yes, I was planning to take a bath after cleaning up...so...uhh..." suddenly he look hesitant but William took the courage.

"Billy."

"Yes?"

Wondering what's up, William look rather serious. "Do me a favor." Thinking what could their emotionally unstable William would request for, Billy is ready.

"What is it?"

Glancing at sides, William began his request. "I know Sherly does not want me to read newspaper other than books. But I do need to know what is happening to the outside world. Can you allow me to read some?"

Puppy eyes.

Billy heart jumps.

"Err...Mr. Ponytail might get mad-"

More puppy eyes.

"Please?"

Billy mentally scold himself.

'Aw man! Good thing he had one eye only or else this is full pledge puppy eyes...!'

Sweating, his conscience cannot let William down. "K-keep it a secret ok?!" Receiving a happy cheer from William if he isn't depressing. "Yes of course."

Billy scratch the back of his head and turns away.

"I'll go out and grab the latest news. Don't lock the door, I'll be back soon!"

Closing the door, William obediently echoed.

"Ok."

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Time passes...

Quietly done cleaning. 'Now is left to take a bath afterwards.'

William's thoughts were interrupted with a careful knocking.

Knock, knock.

He heard it clear. A knock came by...?

Excited and just assuming Billy got the newspaper, it must be a lot that he had to knock. "Billy the door isn't lock-" it was not Billy but rather a gentlemen whose fashion similar to London.

William have a bad feeling.

"Who are you sir?" Forgetting the fact he isn't suppose to talk to anybody at all because his face might be recognizable in newspapers.

William had a face to face situation with the stranger who look instantly shock and terrified.

"I knew it! It's you!" The finger pointed harshly. William is unable to run. "Eh?" And that was it, his existence got in danger when the middle age man speculated.

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"You...that face is the Lord of Crime...!"

William James Moriarty is too stunned to speak.

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To Be Continued.

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Next: William exposed, Sherlock will do anything to protect his Liam and their future together...except William wishes to protect him too in a different approach.

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