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So this is a Harry/SLASH crossover series of one shots.

WARNING: SLASH. Go back now if you don't like it. Not beta'd.

These are the crossovers I'm willing to do. I may have forgotten one or two or three and if you know I'll write them, you can go ahead and send me a message. But remember, just because I read some of the fics, doesn't mean I can write them as well.

Angel/Bones/BTVS/Charmed/Criminal Minds/CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami/CSI: New York/Ghost Whisperer/Glee/House/The Mentalist/Merlin (BBC)/Mortal Instruments/Sherlock (BBC)/Supernatural/Twilight

No longer taking prompts.

Pain au Chocolat wants a Harry/Moriarty (Sherlock BBC) pairing with the prompt: "Moriarty knows only one person who's more intriguing (and confusing!) than Sherlock".

Moriarty was an extremely intelligent man, a powerful man, with deep connections throughout the political hierarchy, and for that he always managed to gain the best things in life. However, Moriarty easily got bored, and when he got bored he tended to play dangerous games. Take Sherlock Holmes for example. That was one game Moriarty wasn't willing to let go just yet.

Then Moriarty had met Harry Potter. A strange young man shrouded in mystery that he had yet to decipher, even after a year of them being together, and a further year of knowing him. Moriarty could not work him out.

Of course Harry didn't know most of Moriarty's extra-curricular activities, such as blowing people up for example, and he wasn't about to either. Harry would more than likely leave him, and Moriarty didn't like the thought of that. At all. And Harry would disappear from his grasp if Harry discovered his sociopathic streak and the number of people's deaths he had, had a hand in causing, either directly or indirectly. That was something Moriarty point blank refused to happen.

Now, talking to one of his many contacts, Moriaty was brought back from his deep thoughts by Harry's soft voice.

"Why are you so interested in me?" Harry inquired quietly from his place on the bed.

Moriarty looked up from his laptop, an eyebrow raised as he took in the naked young man wrapped up in a thin sheet. Looking thoroughly ravaged, from his wild black hair, flushed face and glistening skin, the Potter heir was a beautiful and tempting being. A creature that stared over at the brilliant man with bright curious eyes. Moriarty briefly licked his lips and focused on Harry, taking his time to drink in Harry's relaxed figure.

"Moriarty?" Harry's questioning voice snapped Moriarty back to the conversation at hand.

"You're different." Moriarty finally said, frowning at his own answer.

Harry huffed and rolled over onto his stomach, the sheet slipping down to the swell of Harry's arse and tempting the other man to remove the rest of the fabric that hid the rest of Harry's body from his view.

"Different how?" Harry queried, staring at the man intently, or as intently as he could without wearing his glasses. Moriarty had confiscated them earlier, declaring that Harry will not have them whilst in their bed; or wherever Moriarty takes him. They hid the true beauty of Harry's eyes and obscured his face.

"I don't know."

It was obvious by the look on Harry's face that he wasn't satisfied by the answer, yet he knew that Moriarty only spoke the truth. He always did, no matter how abstract the words came out as.

"Do you ever think you will know?" Harry asked.

"I will eventually find out everything about you," Moriarty said, "of that I do know."

"Good luck with that," Harry's tone turned light and teasing, something that would have irked Moriarty if it had been anyone else, but with Harry, it did the complete opposite.

"I don't need luck." Moriarty scoffed.

"Of course you don't." Harry said, rolling onto his back, re-gaining Moriarty's attention.

The man quickly typed something up on his laptop before closing the top and standing up, eyes moving to rove over Harry's naked body, no longer covered with a sheet but now bare for Moriarty's eyes to devour.

"Like what you see?" Harry ran a careless hand down his chest, gazing up hoodedly at his partner.

"I would never have someone that didn't arose me," Moriarty replied standing at the foot of the bed and letting his fingers trail along Harry's ankles. "I only have the best, after all."

"Of course," Harry's lips twitched, nudging at the hands that were now spreading him.

"I can have you whenever I want you, isn't that right?"

"To a degree."

"To a degree," Moriarty repeated to himself slowly with a hardening tone. "Is that so?"

Moriarty slowly crawled up between Harry's legs until his face was eventually level with his lover's, the latter watching with hungry anticipation, his arms coming up to wrap around Moriarty's neck and pull the man closer to him.

"I think, my dear Harry, that I will need to show you that I can have you whenever I want," Moriarty's lips trailed along Harry's jaw, rolling his hips and receiving a small moan in return. "And you will enjoy it."

"Then show me," Harry breathed, impatience clear in his voice.

Moriarty smirked darkly. "Oh, I will," he hissed, his mouth moving lower and across to Harry's neck, teeth grazing sharply at the soft skin. It wasn't soon after that, that Harry lost all coherent thought and Moriarty once again illustrated to Harry who had control.

Now this is a pairing you don't see everyday. I honestly had no idea what to write for this, but I have found myself curiously liking Harry/Moriarty.