Unexpected

Chapter XI

Moriarty was walking through the dusky streets of London. He finally was himself again, enjoying the smooth feeling of the perfectly fitting Westwood on his skin.

He had quickly stopped by at one of his secret hideouts that only Moriarty and he knew of. He had probably been alerted by that now, but Moriarty didn't care. His hand tightened around the gun in his coat pocket.

There it was again, the cold feeling. It was his own personal high. His drug. The feeling Moriarty got every time he was about to kill someone. And he knew just where to find his kick.

It was a long walk but he wanted it that way. He wanted to taste the feeling, wanted to free his mind off the past weeks. All that shit they had played with him. Everyone.

He was close now, the blood in his veins rushing with revenge. That dirty imposter would regret the day he first heard the name Moriarty.

He didn't even notice the cab braking abruptly next to him and the tall man sallying out of it, he only heard the voice. His voice.

"What do you think you are doing here?"

Moriarty slowly turned around on the spot, finding an extremely agitated looking Sherlock in front of him.

"Sorry Sherlock, I'm sick of our little game," Moriarty politely explained, "would you be so kind and LEAVE!"

The scream at the end of the sentence did his effect. Sherlock was shocked. It wasn't like Sherlock didn't know Moriarty's angry side, he only would have never thought of experiencing it again.

"Jim..." for once the mastermind had run out of words. What did he do... What was Jim saying there... what...

Moriarty groaned loudly.

"Sheeerlock. Did you really believe I felt something for you?"

His frosty laughter filled the cold air.

"You better leave now, this is going to be very dirtyyyyy."

Moriarty turned around again, knowing that he had to leave now, quickly, or never.

"Please..."

His feet stopped on their own accord.

"Jim... Please don't do that. Please. My brother is willing to help us. If you do this now, the deal will be off..."

It was not just what the detective said, but also his tone, that struck Jim so deep into his bones.

"Jim, please."

Very slowly Jim turned around. The anti-social sociopath Sherlock Holes had tears in his eyes. Whatever was left of Jim's heart at this moment broke. Sherlock carefully crossed the distance between them.

"Jim. I think... I feel for you. I..."

Jim could no longer hold back his own tears.

"I- I thought you were gone. You l-left me, just... like th-they did."

Jim crossed the last metre and threw himself into Sherlock's arms.

"Shhhh... Jim, I am so so sorry. This is all so new to me, I didn't know what to do. And then you were gone and I realized what I had done, I knew this could be the only place you would go. I am so sorry... Please, don't leave me."

Jim pulled away.

"I can't."

"W-What?"

He completely let go off Sherlock.

"I was just about to commit a murder Sherlock. We... I," Jim had trouble holding back his tears but he had to be strong just this one last time, "It doesn't fit. We would never work out. Go back to John."

No. He would not get away with that, Sherlock thought. He grabbed the small man's arms and forced Jim to look at him.

"James Moriarty, I love you. And you can do nothing to change that. I did it once and I will chase you to the end of the world again if I must."

He pulled Jim into a kiss that Sherlock put every bit of the emotions in that he had bottled up for his entire life. When they both took a break to gasp for air, Jim breathed out, "I think I love you too."

"That weird feeling in your chest?"

"And my whole body."

"Your pupils are huge."

"And your pulse feels like you're high."

"I sort of feel like that too."

Jim kissed the beautiful man in front of him again.

"Me too."

"And now?"

"I guess we need to die."

The wicked grin that Jim loved so much, spread over Sherlock's face.

The game was on.

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