In response to ~The Hidden Minnie's Valentine's post, I decided to take her suggestion of doing a fanfic for an OTP. One of my main OTP's is Morlock, or Moriarty x Sherlock (don't judge, they just have a lot of chemistry and I NEED THEM TOGETHER). So anyways, here it is. I haven't written a fanfic in a looong time, so I might be a little rusty. But anyways, enjoy!
NOTE: I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK, ANY OF THE SHERLOCK CHARACTERS, OR ANYTHING IN THIS WORK.
"So, did you?"
Sherlock turned around from looking at the smiley face on his apartment wall. He already recognized the voice. In fact, he had known for a while that he would be hearing that voice again.
"Moriarty. How nice to make your acquaintance once more. Did I what?"
Moriarty laughed.
"Well,
duh, buddy. Surely you heard of my return. So, didja miss me?"
Sherlock glared. "Why would I miss you? You nearly ruined my life."
Moriarty smiled widely, the grin that of a shark. "But it was
exciting, was it not? Oh, how much fun we had. And now, we get to have more fun. Isn't that grand?" He began to dance around the room, brushing his hand over the bookcases and tables.
"Don't. Touch. Anything."
Moriarty stopped. "And why ever not? I'm not hear to play tricks with you. Not yet, at least. The tricks come later. And oh, will there be tricks."
He began to look at Sherlock in a strange way. Moriarty always looked at Sherlock in a strange way, but this was different.
A word popped up in Sherlock's mind.
Endearment.
"Why are you here?" Sherlock wondered.
"Well, I came to give you your reward!" Moriarty squealed.
"Reward?"
Moriarty began to laugh hysterically. He fell on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes as he guffawed.
Taken aback, Sherlock hesitated before grabbing Moriarty's collar and hauling him up.
"What, may I ask, is so funny?"
Moriarty wiped tears from his eyes. "I always win."
"I'm sorry?"
"I always win. In every encounter I've ever been in, every battle I've ever fought, I always win. No one has beaten me. No one's even come close." Moriarty began to talk in a singsong voice. "Except for
you."
"Yes, I beat you. So you want revenge. What else is new?"
Moriarty began to laugh the madman's laugh again.
Sherlock slapped him, hard."What. Is. So. Funny?"
Moriarty reached out a hand and cupped Sherlock's face. "I don't want revenge, my dear Sherlock. I already said why I'm here."
"Very well, then. Where is this 'reward'?"
"Right here," said Moriarty, as he leaned in close.
Sherlock didn't comprehend what was happening until Moriarty's lips touched his.
Suddenly, all thought ceased. His mind became devoid of reason, a palace of pure emotion.
The kiss was fairly gentle, as if, for once in his life, Moriarty was unsure of what he was doing. It was different than Irene's had been. Irene's had been passion, lust. It had shoved his brain into hyperactivity. Moriarty's was different. It was somewhat sweet, and eclipsed anything Sherlock had ever felt before.
His hand slid into Sherlock's hair, and his other hand slid up his chest. He moaned softly, and bit Sherlock's lower lip ever so gently.
"What. The hell. Is going on!" a voice said from the door.
Sherlock gasped as he broke free. "John- I- I-"
John stood there, looking furious.
Moriarty grinned, leaned up, and slid his eyes to John. Slowly, deliberately, he gave Sherlock's ear a nibble.
John balled his fist.
"What's the matter, Johnny? Mad that Sherlock prefers the Consultant Criminal over the Married Militant? Congrats on the wedding, by the way. She seems like a killer of a wife."
John turned to Sherlock and began yelling. "Why the hell would you be doing- doing that- with HIM?"
Sherlock shook his head. "I-I-I-"
Moriarty smiled. "Loss for words. Just shows how amazing I am." He grinned his shark's grin at Sherlock, causing his breathing to hitch. Why couldn't he breath? He had no problem five minutes ago with the same grin!
"Can you leave, Johnny-boy? We have some business to attend to," Moriarty sang out.
John shook his head as tears started forming in his eyes. "Did it EVER occur to you he's tricking you? He's playing with you? Of course not. I guess I'm the real smart one here. Well, whatever. I'm going home to MY WIFE!" he shouted the last part before whipping around and rushing down the stairs.
Sherlock looked down. "He's right. That's all this is. A trick."
Moriarty smiled again. "It's not. You beat me. Your reward is simple. It's something no one else has ever gotten, or ever will get. Me."
"Of course. I'm supposed to believe the mastermind criminal, the one who threatened to kill my friends if I didn't kill myself, is now willing to give that all up and
love me?"
Moriarty shrugged. "Well, it is a rather
fairytale ending, is it not?"
Sherlock growled, finally giving in. He grabbed Moriarty, shoved him against the wall, and smashed their mouths together, groaning and licking and biting. As he picked him up and began to carry him to the bedroom, only two sentences could heard amidst the moaning.
"Yes. I missed you."
So what did you guys think? Did you like it? It certainly made me feel better about Valentine's Day! So, happy Valentine's Day everyone! If you liked it, feel free to comment and tell me so! If you have advice, feel free to comment and tell me so! I love all feedback!
~Castiel