Nemesis

Chapter 9

Recap

Jim nodded to Sherlock. "But he was calling you-"

"A freak, I know." Sherlock didn't care.

They moved closer.

And kissed.

And oh what a kiss it was.
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A/n: be warned, sexual content ahead
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Sherlock

Today was the last day of the vacation. Sherlock didn't want it to be, but it was. And although Jim never said it, he knew he was going to have to make a choice, date him or go back to trying to kill each other, and Sherlock was leaning towards dating the criminal, but he knew no one back home would accept it.

Sherlock turned on his side to face the man he was with no doubt developing feelings for. He was still sleeping, ever so soundly. Sherlock loved it. He showed no anger, no worries. The peace that Jim Moriarty must have been experiencing was something Sherlock wished he could bottle up and keep safe in a jar. Unfortunately though that was impossible.

Now Sherlock was thinking back on the week. The first two days were crazy, with Sebastian and the kiss, but the rest of the week seemed to drift by like a gentle breeze. The third day was spent watching movies and sitting together on the couch, the fourth, sight seeing, the fifth, an actual date... Which Sherlock still wasn't sure why he agreed to go, even if it was rather amazing. The sixth, was another lazy day, and finally today, they had decided to make a final beach day.

Sherlock slipped out of bed and made his way to the shower, he took off the sweatpants he had "borrowed" from Jim and stepped into the now warm water. He started washing his hair and body, and didn't even notice when Jim walked into the bathroom.
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Jim

Seeing Sherlock completely naked in the shower was a major turn on. His hair was now flat and clung to the sides of his head. Jim immediately fell in love with the way the water hit his skin, the way he moved, how calm he seemed.

It was too perfect.

So Jim decided to join him.
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Sherlock

The feeling of hands on his hips was so foreign Sherlock almost jumped out of his skin. He turned and found a grinning Jim Moriarty. A grinning, naked, Jim Moriarty. Kissing him was one thing, but this...this was unknown territory.

"Um...good morning?" Sherlock awkwardly shifted, trying to hide himself from the confident criminal before him.

"Hello Darling. Hand me the shampoo please? I still have to shower too you know." Jim chuckle and Sherlock did so, handing him the cold plastic bottle.

"What are you-" Sherlock began to ask but Jim only hushed him and continued on with his shower.

Maybe he had no intention to take this to an intimate level? Perhaps he wanted only that, a shower.

Boy was Sherlock wrong.

It started off with the "accidental" bumps. Jim would turn to grab something he didn't actually need to use, and he would press his waist gently against Sherlock's hips, shifting slightly to add movement.

Then he got more obvious, while facing Sherlock he would plant kisses on his jaw and neck, sending shivers through Sherlock's body. Finally Sherlock was sick of the teasing, that Jim seemed more than willing to continue on with, until Sherlock caved in.

"Jim Moriarty, I swear if you don't do something in the next minute I will get out of the shower and go do it myself." Sherlock could feel heat rising to his cheeks.

"Do what yourself Sherly?" Jim purred in his ear as he placed more kisses on his jaw.

Sherlock turned as red as a tomato and mumbled just loud enough for Jim to hear, "I will pleasure myself."

"Well that isn't very nice, at least let me help." Jim placed a hand on Sherlock's chest and pushed him back against the wall of the shower gently. He slowly began sliding his hand down his chest until he reached his thigh. "Wouldn't you rather have me help you?" Jim smirked slightly.

"I Uh...I've never done this before..." Sherlock admitted.

"That doesn't matter Sherly. If you want this, we'll do it."

Sherlock nodded slowly, he didn't know what he was supposed to do, or where to put his hands after Jim started kissing him. So he just stood there and kissed him back.

"Are you sure you're ready darling?" Jim whispered in Sherlock's ear, and Sherlock only nodded a response. Sherlock didn't have a clue what Jim was going to do, but he was ready, he wanted Jim Moriarty more than anything else in the world in that moment.

Jim kissed Sherlock once more, before moving his hand down to his cock and grabbing hold gently. The sudden touch made Sherlock shiver, the whole experience was so new to him, yet so enjoyable.

Sherlock let out small, deep moans as Jim started moving his hand up and down, slightly picking up the pace as he continued.

"H-harder." Sherlock breathed out not long after.

"You like this Huh Sherl?" Jim kissed Sherlock more forcefully this time. "Tell me how much you love this and I'll do whatever you want."

"Fuck! I love it Moriarty, I want more, make me cum." Sherlock growled. His mind had never been so empty of thoughts, of worries or ideas, or even simple deductions. He was right here right now, he wanted Jim to fuck him, to make him feel pleasure, or feel anything at all. He wanted this.

Jim obeyed. He pumped his hand harder and Sherlock groaned his name, loving every second of it, until he climaxed. Every inch of his body felt warm with pleasure. His breathing rapid and vision hazy, the only thing he saw was a smirking Jim Moriarty standing before him.

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Jim

The beach was hard to compared to the morning Jim and Sherlock shared. Their morning was passionate and exciting, yet walking with Sherlock hand in hand down the beach was something Jim wanted to last forever. In all honesty Jim wanted the vacation to last forever. He knew once they got back things would change. Sherlock wouldn't leave John, or the girl, Molly? Or Mrs. Hudson, not even his brother. Jim would always be a criminal in their eyes, therefore Sherlock wouldn't stick around. He didn't even blame Sherlock for that. Jim sighed, rather loudly, and looked at the ground.

"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked.

"Im not ready." Jim muttered.

"Not ready for what?" Sherlock stopped walking looked Jim in the eyes.

"I don't want to go back, I want to be with you, but I know that won't happen once we go home"

There was a long pause from both of them, and Jim was sure Sherlock would tell him he was right, that they would have to stop seeing each other.

"No... No we can make it work. They just need to see this side of you. John will be the hardest to convince but we can make it work. I promise." Sherlock leaned in and kissed gently, but that didn't stop the mass of fireworks from igniting in his chest. Every made Jim feel whole, feel a little less angry with the world.

Sherlock made Jim human again.