Playing gay- Sheriarty

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It had been a year, four hours and seven minutes since James Moriarty died. And life was boring. Not only boring, but tasteless. There had been no excitement, no mysteries to look forward to or decent tricks to solve. It had just been the same as before Sherlock met John. Cases with no real depth to them. They took an hour to solve at most. And Sherlock could barely concentrate. He twiddled his thumbs constantly, anxious for the next boring case to pop up and give him something to do. John was away with Mary so there was nothing of interest going on there. He made his way over to the cabinet and pulled out a sleek black frame which contained a photo of his nemesis. He had to admit, he did sort of miss him. More than sort of. More than miss him. Sherlock longed for Moriarty, and not just because of of his captivating mind games or enthralling mystical murders, but because Sherlock wanted him. He wanted Moriarty's lips, his tongue. He wanted a dangerous affair, his own little secret. For once he would be in control of the dirty little criminal. Moriarty had always made Sherlock feel sick, but only now was he starting to realise why. After getting lost in Jim's poorly printed eyes, he put the frame away. His eyes shone too much for a dead man in a picture. They had too much of a hold on Sherlock. They were damaging. But his eyes were the only thing that kept Sherlock going as he waited impatiently for a revelation that was never going to happen- the revelation that James Moriarty was still alive.
"Come on, Jim." Sherlock whispered. "One more game. For me."
His phone lit up. Sherlock's eyes quickly flickered towards it. Unknown number.
Oh, alright then. -JM x