"": dreams.
Italics: thinking.
Bold: Letters and notes.
-/-: time lapse.
Chapter 8- Settling in.
Sherlock didn't know when they feel asleep, but it must have been sometime during their make-up session. Which Sherlock was still having a tough time believing he let Moriarty, or even another person corner and control him like that. Sherlock was currently in a position that he had never thought possible for him. Wrapped in another's persons arms tightly, while that person slept. Moving his head slightly Sherlock stared up at the man who had caused him troubles for months. Jim Moriarty, a man who appeared out of nowhere and into his life, giving him a sense excitement due to all the cases he had brought forward. Moriarty surprised him though, he would have thought that he would be more defensive in this situation. But here he was, fast asleep, cradling Sherlock in his arms as if this was a common occurrence. However thinking about his dreams of late, it might just have been a common occurrence. Sherlock shifted, wanting to sit up, but by doing so, Moriarty's arms slipped down to now hold his waist instead. Sherlock now sat with his back leaning against the head board and a still sleeping vampire in his lap. If anyone had walked in on this situation he would never be able to explain himself. And however how much he wished that no one would, of course someone did.
John walked through his door after knocking carefully. Spotting the cuddling couple on the bed and stopped dead in his tracks and started at them. Seeing the look of confusion on his face, Sherlock just shrugged, leaning over to grab the paper that sat on his bedside table. John shock his head and placed a cup of tea where the paper just was. John had come to start making Sherlock a cup of tea in the morning, leaving it on his bedside for when Sherlock wakes. Of course that was when Sherlock actually went to sleep.
"Did you want me to make another cup for him?" Asked John softly. He may not like Moriarty, but he had never liked to wake up sleeping people early in the morning. Sherlock looked down at the man now snuggling deeper into his lap, and sighed before turning back to John.
"It might be a good idea. We don't know what he's like in the morning yet." Sherlock stared, reaching over to grab his cup of tea as John headed for the door again.
"Ok, I guess I will just make it like yours then." Sherlock nodded to John in a silent thank you. John nodded back, walking out the door and to the kitchen, leaving the bedroom door open. Moments later he was back, placing another cup of tea on the bedside table, waiting for the vampire to wake. "So Sherlock, what are we going to do about him?" John asked, standing next to the bed and looked over the man still sleeping.
"Who knows John, I want to get as much information as I can out of him. Then we will see what happens." Unknowingly to Sherlock, he had started to run his fingers through Moriarty's short hair. John watched in fascination as how Sherlock acted around the man, he had never seen him more comfortable around another human being. Not even Sherlock acted like this to John, which kinda made him jealous of the sleeping man. Both men looked down at the man suddenly when he decided to roll over and snuggle into Sherlock's legs, rubbing his head against them like a cat. John chuckled at the action, thinking how unlike Moriarty it seemed, and how odd it looked.
"I'll just leave you and our new resident vampire alone then shall I?" Said John still chuckling. John had thought about the issue very seriously last night. If Moriarty was going to stay here for a while, then John was going to crack as many jokes as he could in the meantime. Sherlock gave him a critical look and smiled softly, knowing John was going to have a blast while Moriarty stayed with them. Sherlock then looked down at the vampire again, seeing the man's deep eyes looking up at him, with a cheeky smile on his face. John had just walked out the door, so he was on his own. Great.
"How long have you been awake?" Sherlock questioned softly. Moriarty turned over onto his back, his head still in Sherlock's lap.
"A little while, enough to hear Watson call me a vampire." He said chuckling. Sherlock's hand remained on Moriarty's head, still stroking his finger through his hair, messing it up more than it was. Moriarty smiled softly and closed his eyes. "Hmmmm you're being touchy this morning, what's changed my Darling?
Sherlock scoffed, Darling? Who was a Darling? Sherlock stared down at Moriarty, seeing that although he was now awake he was still open to any attacks that Sherlock could think up.
"Darling?"
"Yes my Love?" Moriarty replied instantly, knowing it was a question but wanting a bit of a laugh. Sherlock flicked his ear in irritation. "Fine, what do you expect me to call you, my little meal?"
"Sherlock, or Holmes, preferably not Holmes. But only one of them." Sherlock replied, sitting up a tiny bit more, but regretting it when the back of Moriarty's head fell more into his lap. His head not brushing against his member.
"Hmmmm do you really want me to call you that though? My names seem to be having some effect on you, my Dear. Or are you just happy to have me in your lap?" Moriarty said, borrowing his head into Sherlock's lap more causing him to tense slightly. Sherlock had had enough, he chucked Moriarty out of his lap, and threw his legs over the side of the bed. Noticing the cup of tea still sitting on the bedside table he looked back over his shoulder to the man.
"John made you a cup of tea by the way, drink it before it gets any colder, or don't, I don't really care." Sherlock said as he stood, making his way out of the bedroom, leaving the man still lying on the bed with a big smirk on his face.
-2 hours later-
John, Sherlock and Moriarty sat in the living room, none were talking but after the incident earlier this morning, none of the men minded the silence. About an hour before, Moriarty had come out of the bathroom freshly showered and walked into the living room. He had thank John for the tea saying that it was perfect and then seeing Sherlock, had come over and sat on the ground in between Sherlock's legs. John had had a massive laughing fit, while Sherlock had stilled but not said anything as the man pulled a book from under the table next to him and started reading. Slowly John had settled down and Sherlock had gone back to normally now focusing on his work. The men now sat an hour later still in the same position as all three men were focusing on the different activities they were doing. John was writing yet another chapter of his book, Moriarty was reading and Sherlock was creating a document full of questions he wished Moriarty to answer.
Sherlock needed answers, and normally he wouldn't put so much effort into making questions for a man sitting in front of him. However Moriarty was different, and he felt it necessary to prepare for what would be a long and frustrating conversation. Moriarty knew Sherlock wanted answer, and he would give them to him, but at a cost. Moriarty was still trying to decided what cost that would be out of the many, many he had come up with. He knew Sherlock had never been sexual with anyone else, so maybe he should start small. Like a kiss? Moriarty's eyes lit up before his book. A kiss was perfect. Sherlock would think of it as nothing, that until Moriarty surprised him with the catch he had just come up with.
John looked over his laptop to the two man before him. He smiled at the sight to two were making. They already looked like a married couple and they hadn't even done anything. When John had first seen Moriarty sitting in their apartment he had been shocked. Little did he know of the dreams that Sherlock had been having for months. John knew that Sherlock never shared anything with him, but he thought they had come to a point in their relationship where Sherlock could at least tell him about this. He looked back at the screen in front of him, re-reading the last paragraph he had just written. Somewhere between the start of the chapter he had written a couple of days ago till now, a mysterious character had been written in. This character being a lot like Moriarty. John knew this morning when he woke up that his and Sherlock's life would be different for as long as Moriarty was in it. But was that a good thing? Or would Moriarty destroy Sherlock like John hoped he didn't. John just hoped that Sherlock would think his feelings of wanting Moriarty stopped, to be feelings of love.
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