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The pleasantly warm rays of the sun streamed through the window, accompanied by the fresh mountain air. On the other side of the window, nature was lush green, with the distant peaks of towering mountains embellishing the beautiful view of the Swiss Alps. It was a real dream, almost like a fairy-tale place.
Sitting on the bed, Moriarty stared out at this wonder, hardly noticing that next to him, his dozing companion leaned in and gently embraced his slender waist. The physical contact naturally snapped him out of his reverie, and he looked at his sleepy sweetheart.
"Are you up this early?"
"I could ask you the same. Who knows how long you've been up, staring out the window."
"Well, were you awake?"
"Yes."
They gaze into each other's eyes, both men softening at the sight of the other, perhaps from recognition or the immense relief. Sherlock, the one lying on the bed embracing his beloved, couldn't take his eyes off Liam. He just wanted to admire, savor every moment they spent together; he wanted to understand the mysterious nature of his partner even more. Sherly respected the man. His respect gradually transformed into a kind of crazy admiration, surprising even himself.
Moriarty remained silent, lying back next to Sherlock in bed. He pulled the blanket over them, nestling himself between Sherlock's arms. They lay facing each other, making it entirely unavoidable for the dark-haired one not to get lost in the other's sparkling red eyes. In the morning light, they glittered like precious jewels. Sherlock traced his fingers along Moriarty's face, then pulled his sweetheart close with teary eyes.
Minutes of silent stillness filled the room, undisturbed by anyone. It would have been difficult to disturb them. Everyone they knew was fighting their own battles in distant lands. Some were absolved of their sins, while others were paying for their deeds. Moriarty wanted this too. To atone for every action, to suffer and be free from this heavy burden. After doing everything to make all of Britain know he was the Lord of Crimes, to be hated and despised by its citizens, demanding his death, he desired only one thing from life. The liberating death.
Liam didn't see the ending of his life as an escape; it was simply the only path that could lead to saving the country. Because every time he looks at his hands, all he sees is the blood that has clung to them over the years, the hands that extinguished the brilliance of countless human lives. Despite whether they deserved it or not.
"But who am I to decide..." Sherlock gently pushed the blonde man back. Sherly looked at him questioningly, as if he didn't understand what Liam had just said. Sherlock furrowed his brow and sighed. Of course, he immediately recognized the oppressive thoughts behind William’s words, so instead, he leaned in closer and kissed the blonde on the forehead.
"An entire nation will be grateful to you. If not now, then in the future. It's a shame they pushed their hero to death. Never mind, they will understand one day."
"The hero born through murder. What a good story." Moriarty chuckled, then kissed his partner's lips with a gentle smile on his face.
"The opportunity still awaits you at the bottom of my bag. It would be great if we could share our opinions with John about his brilliant masterpiece!" Sherlock laughed and tucked a small strand of hair behind Moriarty's ear.
"Later." The boy nodded, then leaned with a bit more enthusiasm to kiss Sherlock's soft lips again. A quiet thank you could be heard from him, which the other reciprocated multiple times. They got up and started their day.
Everything was covered in the glistening red blood. Moriarty stood in a room, facing a crying child. His heart almost leaped out of its place, pounding faster and faster until the excruciating pain turned him to the ground. Gasping for air, he looked around but saw nothing but the exit blocked by angry flames and the blurry figure of the little boy a few meters away. Gathering all his strength, he staggered towards him, reaching out his arm. "It's okay, I'll save you!" he shouted. Whether the words actually left his mouth, he doubted himself. Closer and closer he approached. The air was terribly hot. As the child's features became sharper, Liam stopped in shock. His face turned pale, and his hand fell to his side. His childhood self looked eye to eye with his adult self. The smoke began to fill his lungs, he knew the end had come. He knew he had lost everything. "I'm sorry." That's all he could manage to utter before a massive, burning beam fell between them, followed by others. Everything went dark.
Moriarty sat up on the bed, screaming, completely drenched in sweat, his eyes bathed in tears. His entire body trembled from shock and nightmares. Sherlock immediately woke up, alarmed that something might have happened. However, when his lover's trembling and sobbing silhouette emerged in the faint night light, he quickly embraced Liam, taking the fragile body into his arms. It wasn't like him, but as expected, the events of the past years didn't pass without leaving a mark, much like a deep wound whose scar accompanies its bearer forever.
It took a few minutes for the lines between reality and nightmare to sharpen again for Moriarty. He felt less disturbed, thanks to his friend's assistance and perseverance. Sherlock continuously showered him with kind words, occasionally humming a soft melody into his ear while cradling him tightly, as if afraid that he might dissipate into mist, and everything good that happened between them was just a fever dream. Upon looking into each other's eyes, complete peace settled in.
The next morning, Moriarty awaited his freshly awakened beloved with breakfast and a cup of tea. He knew the previous night must have been a terrible sight, and he didn't want to startle Sherlock over a minor nightmare. Unfortunately, he couldn't always conceal his demons. The thought of suicide crossed his mind many times since he once emerged from it unscathed, but his mental issues didn't resolve with that. The power he possessed was both a blessing and a curse. However, his hopes fought in the background, reminding him of the good, that there was a reason he didn't drown in the River Thames that day, that his fate was decided then to live on, and he was given that second chance offered to him. In other words, Sherlock Holmes. Who, seemingly indifferent to his own life, jumped after him. He was grateful to him because he could start everything anew, fulfill everything he had only planned in another life. He got a chance to love. To love Sherlock Holmes, who saved him from hell.
With a huge smile on his face, William waited for his partner to join him for breakfast. Everything was so beautiful. They spent their morning in the house, cleaning, packing, and organizing until they went out in the afternoon with their picnic basket to the back of their house, where a huge, untouched green meadow stretched out. They talked a lot, enjoyed some wine, and had a genuinely good time for the first time in their lives. They finally managed to fulfill both of their wishes. To get to know each other better.
Hours passed in that serene place, everything was perfect. At that elevated spot, everything was wonderful during that season of the year; the trees were covered in green, and the chirping of birds could be heard from everywhere. A strange feeling overcame Liam; he hadn't experienced this much because, until his "death," only trouble and sin were at the center, and things like happiness or his own feelings couldn't influence his plans. Those were very sad years. With Sherlock by his side, that little private place felt like a true paradise. Not to mention that they were alone there and could spend romantic moments together.
After dark, they packed their things into the kitchen, dropping everything wherever it landed, and Moriarty's back hit the hallway wall with a loud thud as they hurried towards their room. Running out of patience, the black-haired man picked up his beloved, who was in a blissful state beneath him, brought Liam to their room as soon as possible, to do things to him that Sherly had thought of with terrible agony because his erect member couldn't stay in the tight pants any longer. They quickly arrived at the desired place.
"Sherly... Undress!" Sherlock couldn't speak; his throat was completely dry, but he immediately jumped to fulfill the command. He knelt in front of Liam and got to work. His hands trembled slightly, but despite that, he easily freed the buttonholes from the clinging buttons. As for what awaited the hungry Sherlock beneath the fabric, It almost made him orgasm. The flawless, snow-white skin, like a painter's canvas waiting to be stained. Holmes swallowed hard.
"What are you waiting for, do with me whatever you want, oh... Mr. Holmes." The blonde stared at his partner with reddened eyes, sitting at the edge of the bed with a half-naked body. Witnessing such temptation, Sherlock, who knelt in front of him, needed no more encouragement. With one hand, he reached towards Moriarty's face, caressed it, and finally, with a decisive move, pulled him closer by the nape and immediately sealed their lips together. Both sets of lips were ablaze. Moriarty immediately surrendered to his lover, savoring every moment. A few seconds later, Sherly could already feel the blonde's tongue tantalizing his own. Soft moans echoed between them. Sherlock straightened up, but he had no intention of breaking their kiss; with that momentum, he already tilted the one beneath him. The detective was quite impressed with the position. Sherlock looked down into those glistening eyes.
"If you only knew how sexy you look from this angle." A mischievous grin spread across Sherly’s face.
"I think I can guess just how much I can be, considering how much I've aroused what's in your pants, don't you think?" Liam ran both hands down Sherly's face, then reached back and suddenly grabbed his hair tie. The black tresses cascaded down his back, and a few strands fell onto his face. Moriarty, lying on the bed, was admiring his particularly handsome friend when he noticed that his entire body shivered from the erection pressing against him. He moaned loudly and, in his agony, bit into his lower lip. "Sherly, Sherly," he murmured the now thoroughly aroused man's name in an erotic tone without stopping. Sherlock would have preferred to devour him whole right there. They began to take off their lower garments, starting with the blonde's trousers' button. It didn't take a minute for the detective to free himself from his elegant trousers, followed by Moriarty. Now, there was no piece of clothing to hinder them in the unfolding of the next events. Slowly, Sherlock once again made his way towards the lying man. They eagerly embraced each other. Sherlock slid one of his hands down towards Moriarty's lower body, immediately seeking his rear entrance to insert one of his fingers, anticipating that something entirely different would follow. He couldn't wait any longer.
Sherlock’s finger found that tiny hole. Initially, he inserted just one finger, but it seemed to the man that it was accepted quite easily. So, without keeping his beloved waiting, he pushed in the second finger, followed by the third. As he anticipated, a very pronounced, pleasure-filled sound escaped Moriarty's throat. His mouth curled upward in satisfaction. Sherly continuously pleased the one lying beneath him, whose tears of pleasure slowly flowed down his face.
"Sh... Sherly, enough! I don't know how long I can hold back." William’s chest rose and fell, and he increasingly took in air in a ragged manner.
"I can't allow it yet. Not until I put it in you." His dark blue eyes glowed with desire. "I hope you're prepared."
Moriarty's breath caught as Sherlock slowly pressed his cock all the way in. He paused for a moment, gazing deep into those glowing red eyes. The dark-haired man then gave a push, causing the other to arch beautifully out of the bed. If the previous torment wasn't enough for him, now he could make up for it all. He tightly gripped the sheets to suppress the hormones that had already built up inside him.
"Liam, let go, let me hear your voice!" he commanded in a deep tone.
"Ah...ahh... and how do you desire it?" Moriarty embraced Sherlock's neck, pulled him closer, and whispered in his ear, "It's impossible to keep my mouth shut beneath you, as you well know. I'll show you as much and as loudly as you want. The night is still young."
"I hope you'll think the same tomorrow. Because I'll fuck you until you collapse in my arms." Sherly dangerously leaned close to his face and bit his lower lip.
"My life is already yours. Do with it as you please, Sherly..."
With that momentum, he began his conquest. Gripping one of the fair-haired man's thighs, Sherlock pulled it up to signal him to embrace Liam’s leg comfortably because it wouldn't be an easy ride from his side. Moriarty did just that, locking his legs around the man's waist, gripping his wrist with his right hand, patiently waiting for the continuation.
Both of them lost themselves in their surroundings, in that moment, only Moriarty and Sherlock existed. Every ecstatic moan, the friction and collision of their skin, and occasional swearing echoed in the heated room. Over time, they grew tired of the missionary position. Moriarty swung himself forward, easily ending up on top of the detective's lying body. He didn't hide his love for riding Sherlock, who was already well-endowed. The blonde’s right arm slid forward along the muscular abdomen, reaching up to the chest, while his other hand gently glided down the inner thigh, moving lower and lower. Rising from Sherlock's body, approximately up to the thick erection, he slowly, savoring the suffering gaze of the other, descended onto it. William also had surprises up his sleeve, techniques that not only made his partner feel like in heaven but beyond. However, he could only do this three or maybe four times because the heated man caught Liam’s wrist which is leaning on his chest muscles and pulled the blonde forward.
„Get ready!” Holmes’s tongue traced along the surprised Moriarty's lips, persuading him to open up immediately, and their tongues danced together. „Now it's my turn.” Embracing the slender body of his lover, Sherlock lay on top of him, giving a slight squeeze, and began moving so vigorously that it sent shivers down the other's spine, and erotic sounds echoed loudly from Liam. Fortunately, there was no one living within a mile radius; otherwise, there would have been troubles. Unfortunately, they couldn't maintain this position for too long in the act because not only could Sherlock's sizable organ penetrate so deeply, but the playful interaction of their tongues also contributed to their approaching ecstasy.
„It's almost over, I'm cumming...”
„Ah... Yes. I think... nghn... I'm close too.” William moaned.
„Thanks for the dance, Liam.”
„Cum inside me, Sherly!”
As the blonde uttered these words, the man delivered his final thrust, successfully releasing his cum inside his lover. Sherly assisted the one who had been riding him, reached for Liam’s erection, and followed suit after a few strokes. The white fluid adorned both of them, but it didn't bother them much as they collapsed onto each other, cuddling for a few minutes.
After a thorough bath, they lay entwined in bed. Sherlock extended his arm for Moriarty to comfortably rest his head on his shoulder. He showered the blonde curls, forehead, and lips with a million kisses.
„And you wanted to leave this life behind. And me as well.” Sherly looked down at the boy.
„If we were still among the living, we would never have this much peace as we do here in this place.” Liam chuckled, thinking back to the London Bridge.
„I constantly ponder what the people thought of us. The Lord of Crimes and the city's famous detective engage in a battle, and then the hero extends his hand to the villain, who simply throws himself into suicide, only for the hero to jump after him. It could rival a soap opera.” Said Sherlock. Their gazes locked. Sherlock caressed Moriarty's innocent face.
„I didn't plan it this way.” Moriarty lowered his gaze.
„Which I am particularly happy about. I love you, Liam.” The dark-haired guided the boy's chin with his fingers and lifted it, so he could look straight into his eyes.
„I love you too, Sherly.”
„Let's get married. I know it's sudden, and you might think I'm saying it on a whim, but I'm deadly serious. Of course, I would like to propose to you properly, but I had to say it now.”
„I... I don't even know...” Every scenario played out in front of him, but Liam could never have predicted this. „Well, if you ask for my hand properly later on, I might say yes.” Laughter from the heart burst out of the blonde, and a few tears fell from his flushed face. Sherlock contentedly accepted his answer and embraced him tightly, wiped the drops from his damp face, and then showered Liam with kisses. They had never been so happy; in their messed-up lives, they found the tranquility they had always longed for. After that, they drifted into sleep in each other's arms.