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-/-: time lapse.

Chapter 9- Conflicting Minds.

Sherlock sighed as he watched the crime scene clean-up crew roll in. he sighed again as he watched them take away the fourth victim to be connected to the case. This case was officially frustrating him. Not only did he have no leads, but the only person who could give him leads kept keeping him quite with kisses. He ran a hand down his face at the thought, thinking how much he sounded like a high school girl with a crush. Keeps kissing me to keep me quiet? What am I some teenage girl who needs a guy to tell me what to do? Blood hell, I am a grown bloody man. Speaking of a certain someone, he looked up to both John and Jim stood, noticing the way they had eased in conversation since he left them. Deep down, deep, deep, deep, deep down, he was jealous, which was an insane thought for Sherlock to have. He didn't get jealous, especially over a man who is drinking his blood, without consent, every other night. The clearing of a throat to his left notified him that Lestrade had finally decided to let him do his job, which involved telling the man what to do.

"female, seven-bloody-teen Sherlock, brown eyes, red hair. Oh, but there is something different this time. She doesn't have a throat! This is getting ridiculous," Lestrade told him through clenched teeth, looking him straight in the eyes. "What am I supposed to do Sherlock? How am I supposed to explain to my superiors that I can't catch this guy?"

"Tell them the truth," Sherlock replied casually.

"I will lose my job, Sherlock!"

"Oh don't be so dramatic Greg, you won't lose your job," Sherlock says, looking at the inspector from the corner of his eye. "If it does come to that, I want you to trust me that I will not let you lose your job." He continued before turning and walking towards his friend and newly acquainted vampire housemate. He could feel Lestrade's eyes on him as he walked, but not looking back to acknowledge the man further. John looked over when he noticed Sherlock walking towards them, already pulling on his coat without question knowing they were leaving by the look on his friend's face. Moriarty smirked as he watched the two man, had it been anyone else he might have seen John as a threat, but by the way, both his and the inspector's eyes wondered whenever they were together, that didn't seem to be the problem. Both men parted as Sherlock walked between them, John falling behind the man, whilst Moriarty linked arms with the detective and walked beside him. Sherlock looked at him out of the corner of his eye before rolling them and walking briskly towards the main street, John smiling the entire time making sure to catch up to the duo. The cab ride home was surprisingly a chatty one, well not Sherlock thought Sherlock was as always in his mind palace, whilst John and Moriarty chatted about the next weeks shopping list of all things.

-At 221b Baker Street-

Upon arrival at their ever so cosy home, Sherlock jumped straight onto Johns laptop, pulling up the many word documents he had on the case so far, before adding his recent findings. John headed straight to the kitchen putting the kettle on and setting up to make the three of them a cup of tea. While Moriarty headed to the bedroom he now shared with Sherlock, stripping down before heading towards the bathroom for a shower. Hearing the shower turn on John looked over at Sherlock who had not taken his eyes off his work.

"You not joining him?" John asked softly, placing his tea in front of him, chuckling softly as Sherlock's fingers jolted to a stop over the keyboard.

"Why would I join him, in the shower John?"

"Because, I'm sure he would like it," John replied with a smile, heading back towards the kitchen to clean up. Sherlock looked up at John then back to the laptop sitting in his lap, before closing it slowly hearing the click as it shut. Before then men could do anything else, however, a loud noise was heard from the bedroom, causing Sherlock to bolt up out of his seat and head towards the noise.

"I better go see what that noise was." He said quickly, causing John to smile softly to himself. Before going back into the lounge room, grabbing his unfinished book, before curling up on his seat.

-In the bathroom-

Sherlock bounded through the door, causing Moriarty to look up at him from the bottom of the shower with a start.

"I-I heard a noise." Sherlock stuttered out. Causing Moriarty to start chuckle uncontrollably, while Sherlock walked towards and into the shower, leaning down to pin the laughing man to the wall.

"Do not laugh at me," Sherlock grunted out, making Moriarty laugh at him even more, moving his arms up to wrap around the now soaked man.

"Mmmmm, I quite like this wet look you're going for right now." He said softly, running his hand through Sherlock's dripping hair smiling. Sherlock stared back blankly, kneeling down between the man's legs, only now just realising that although he was fully clothed Moriarty was nowhere near as dressed.

"How come you're on the floor Moriarty?" Sherlock said coldly, watching as the man smiled showing off his vampire sharp teeth.

"There's this thing about vampires Sherlock if we don't get our mates blood say every 4-5 days we don't function, it's been 3 days, however, I have been living off your blood every day so my body is going through withdrawals." He replied calmly, leaning back against the cold tiles, his arms dropping to his side. Sherlock sat back against the door of the shower, looking at the vampire in front of him, amazed at how he would show this weak side of him. Sherlock was confused, he had never felt this way towards another human being before, and he didn't know how he felt about it. His mind was conflicted between kissing the man in front of him and letting him take his blood and standing up and leaving the man to his weakened state.

"S-Sherlock," Moriarty said weakly, now dropping his act around the man now that he knew the new situation. His conflicting minds were making it harder and harder for Sherlock to watch the pain in the man's face. He watched as the man's breathing shallowed and his eyes dropping closed and he knew he had to do something now. Deciding for the first time in his life to listen to the human side of his brain, he leaned forward and gently kissed the man, noticing the slight coldness of the lips beneath his. Leaning in again, Sherlock pressed his lips harder against Moriarty's, shuffling closer so he could hold the man in his arms as he did.

"Jim, take what you need." He said softly, not truly knowing why he was saying the things he was saying. He should be focusing on the case, but instead, here he sat, under the shower, holding a vampire, offering up his blood.

"I-I can't….I may be a lot of things, Sherlock...But I'm not going to force you to feed me, not anymore." Moriarty whispered against Sherlock's lips.

"Please, don't grow a conscious now, just take the dam blood before I come to my senses, you stupid vampire." Sherlock bit out, seeing the fire light in Moriarty's eyes as he said the statement. Before he knew it, he had the man attached to his neck, biting him hard, causing him to wince. Remember you asked for this Sherlock, Moriarty thought to himself as he bites harder, moaning as blood gushed down his throat, the taste more heavenly then he remembered. Sherlock wrapped his arms around Moriarty, holding him close trying to ease the tension on his neck, but knowing that the man needed the blood more then he needed it in his body. Hearing him moan, however, caused a reaction to Sherlock he had not thought he could have. Feeling something poking at his stomach Moriarty's eyes widened, He's hard! The great Sherlock Holmes is hard! Both men could not believe it, who knew the great detective could even have such bodily reactions from just hearing someone moan. Surly he had trained his body to not react to such stimulant, and yet here they were pressed up against each other In the small confinements of the shower. One man moaning at the taste of the others blood and the other with a raging boner. Neither truly knowing how this encounter would change their relationship but by the look in each other's eyes, surely it couldn't be that bad. Right?

So….Hey, guys! Long-time no see. And I mean very long time no see. I am so sorry for the wait on this chapter, I cannot believe it has been so long since I updated and I am so sorry for that. First off, I would like to thank everyone who read, followed, favourite and reviewed this story even though it was inactive, you guys were the driving force for this chapter. Without you, I don't know how much longer it would have taken to come out, but it's here. Secondly, so many things have happened to stop this coming out Sooner. I got engaged! I left school. I became an aunty twice. I enrolled back in school now studying writing as a profession. I was very very sick for a long time and I have been having difficulties with my health. So I'm really sorry I haven't been able to write in a long time, however, it shouldn't happen again, but if it does make sure to scold me! Hahaha, anyway I hoped you enjoyed this chapter because there are many more to come, both in the crime scene and the bedroom. Thanks to everyone who reads my writing, I never did think I would ever post something on fanfiction but here I am chapter 9 and still going, so thank you to all of you. Anyway enough from me, I hope you like the chapter and as always, read, review, follow and favourite.

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