[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

It may be because the radiance of the gem is so beautiful, like a tiny electric light resting on the slender silver ring setting, for about ten seconds, Moriarty has been dizzy.He felt that he might be submerged in the water, his heart was being supported by a strange buoyancy force, and a film of water was covering his ears.He stared at the bolt of lightning and thought he saw Sherlock's blue eyes... dizzy, dazed.It may have been a century before he regained control of his vocal cords and tongue and tried to make a sound.

"...where did you steal it from?"

"When I was free and bored, I read some articles by John, which mentioned that there was a very beautiful and unique gemstone owned by the Countess of Moka. Given the amazing power of this gemstone, I was worried that its owner would I was victimized because of this, so I managed to buy it and let it reach the right person." Sherlock's voice was unbelievably gentle, "Despite Mycroft's help, I'm still bankrupt. But I think you may Would love to live with me at 221B Baker Street..."

Moriarty couldn't feel his own breathing anymore, and Sherlock's voice was wafting in his ears now and then.He made a pause gesture, and it took several seconds before he said: "...I think you are crazy."

Sherlock walked over and half-kneeled in front of him: "I thought that was the first thing you'd ask. In fact, I've thought about it countless times, 'What! God, Sherlock, are you crazy?' I think But maybe you'll think it's an insult, that I'm belittling you, and just shoot me, 'Whatever Sherlock Holmes goes crazy, dad won't be with me!' I also thought maybe you'd accept it, but I I have to be careful even when I think about it, because there is so much love swelling in my chest at this moment, I am afraid that if I take another breath of air, my body will shatter..."

Moriarty had never known that a person's voice could be so low that it seemed not to come from the vocal cords, but to vibrate close to the soul.All thoughts have become fluff in the wind, dancing in the sky blankly.He couldn't hold onto his thoughts, couldn't hold onto any thoughts.He seemed to have been petrified, sitting stiffly on the sofa, unable to control his body.He watched as Sherlock cupped his left hand and put the blue lightning bolt on his ring finger.Fits flawlessly, as if it was meant to be there.Moriarty really wanted to see that blinding blue light disappear, but it stayed brightly on his finger, like a blazing glare, stinging his eyes hard and fiercely.

— Sherlock kissed his eyes.

"Go away," Moriarty said hoarsely, "You fucking think I'm crying?"

"God, I just think your eyes are so beautiful." Sherlock kissed again, "It seems to have locked in the whole world of Sherlock Holmes."

Moriarty was silent for a moment.

"Is Holmes an Italian surname?"

"Maybe only Jamie Moriarty can break this bloodline seal."

Moriarty was silent for another moment.

"...open the window, I want some fresh air."

Sherlock opened the window.In fact, he really wanted to hug Moriarty to the window, but Moriarty's refusal was so strong that he had to give up the idea regretfully.

Moriarty sat by the window for a long time.The light gradually became dimmer, and the cool wind blew through the treetops and blew into the window.He finally put his emotions in order, but felt even more incredible.

"You're a bastard, Sherlock," he whispered. "If I wasn't stronger than you, I would never fall in love with you. Will you try to laugh again?"

Sherlock stopped laughing immediately.

"I don't resist happiness, but I have never been in a lower position in reality. This body is fine. If I am still alive, please be careful with your ass."

"... what?—it's not fair, Jamie!"

"Fairness is not fucking letting your straight male cancer go!!" Moriarty kicked off his slippers and put his toes against his throat, "I don't mind letting you experience the Scots' British vice (referring to whipping) )."

"But dear, don't you think that the one who pays more in love should get more rights?" Sherlock said softly, "Unless you are willing to admit that you love me more?"

Moriarty took out his pistol with a smirk: "Very well, Mr. Holmes, how do you plan to calculate the three years of my imprisonment?"

Sherlock raised his hands in surrender: "But I always love you more."

Moriarty snorted, "Two high-functioning sociopaths in love?"

"Only between you and me." Sherlock kissed him, "Lonely, close, self-interested, can always understand each other..."

Lips and tongues intertwined, as if a flame burned all reason.They quickly fell off the chairs and rolled on the carpet, biting so viciously that they almost devoured each other.Nobody cared if a hand or foot hit something, or if there were tiny bits of porcelain left in the carpet.Blood dripping, sweating profusely, and breath igniting flames, as if what is being fused is not the body, but the soul.Sherlock pushed Moriarty against the wall, slipped his slender fingers into the belt of his robe, and unbuttoned his trousers.Moriarty started lick-licking Sherlock's Adam's apple, and they started mu-humming almost simultaneously—

However, through the thick floor, Moran's roar sounded vaguely.Immediately afterwards, heavy footsteps came from the floor, and because of the joining of a female voice, the footsteps stopped again and they jumped down the steps.

Sherlock: "..."

Moriarty: "...how the hell did you get in here!?"

Sherlock looked at him innocently: "Ah, I pretended to be the chairman of the card club and sent him a letter, then bought a maid's family with pounds to let her go home, and anesthetized another with chloroform..."

Moriarty: "...Sherlock Holmes, can your genius mind get any more creative!!?"

The movement on the stairs started again, Sherlock listened for a few seconds, cursed damn it, and picked up Moriarty.Moriarty bit him on the neck angrily, feeling a-whack in his heart.

- The door opened.

Colonel Sebastian Moran walked in with a stinky face and a well-dressed face.

Moriarty, who was sitting by the window reading a book, seemed to have just noticed the sound of him coming in, and frowned slightly: "Colonel? I think you seem to have forgotten to knock on the door?"

"I'm sorry, Professor, I'm so angry." Moran said angrily, "You don't know what I found when I just came back. The door was wide open, and the maid passed out in the hall! I almost thought you had encountered Unexpectedly, when I went upstairs, I found that those oil paintings and vases had been stolen! There are still a few dirty handprints on the wallpaper, which must have been done by those gangsters who wandered the streets! I don’t care if they are [-]-[-] I was twelve or thirteen years old, anyway, I asked the maid to report to the police... It's a terrible day when Mrs. Jindy is away! It seems that the whole house doesn't know what to do in an instant!"

"You can bring Mrs. Kindy back first, and I just have something to tell her." Moriarty comforted, "At least what they stole are things with obvious family marks, and no one dares to take those things away." Things are sold..."

"When I came back, I met Mrs. Kindy, and she said that she would be back soon." Moran seemed calmer, and was about to sit down, but found that Moriarty's expression was wrong, "...Professor, you Seems like you're sweating a lot?"

Moriarty: "...Oh, I suddenly feel a little stuffy."

Moran's eyes fell on the window again: "...Why is the window open? Let me close it for you..."

Moriarty: "...No! I'm too hot, Moran, I want to open it up for a while to get some air."

Moran: "...But it's raining outside?"

Moriarty: "..."

With the breeze, the rain drifted in as if nothing had happened, into the teacup, onto the pages of the book, and onto Moriarty's flushed cheeks.

Moriarty turned the page calmly: "...I just like the coolness of the drizzle. Don't worry, Moran, I won't catch a cold."

Moran: "...But I always feel that your voice is a bit wrong? By the way, why is the vase broken?...Whose hairband is this!!? Professor, you are bleeding!!?"

Moriarty: "..." Damn it! ! ! "Didn't you go to the card club?"

"I was cheated!" As soon as this was mentioned, Moran suddenly became angry again, and took two steps forward excitedly, "I don't know which bastard made this kind of joke with me, falsely claiming that the club will I was expelled for cheating in the card game, so I paid a special visit to the chairman with a cane, and almost wasted the whole afternoon..."

Moriarty: "..." Very good, Moran, as long as you take one more step forward, your bonus for this year will be gone! ! !

When the situation was at a stalemate, another footstep appeared on the stairs.After a while, Mrs. Kindy appeared at the door of Moriarty's living room in good spirits.Even though the door was open, she knocked very politely: "Master? May I come in?"

Moriarty: "...Come in, Mrs. Kindy."

Mrs. Jindy walked over to him with a smile: "I lived up to your expectations. I visited the owner of the tavern and old Mr. Solo's friends this afternoon..." She suddenly stopped in her tracks, her gaze fixed, "... ...However, these will probably be reported to you after dinner, and now I need Mr. Moran to accompany me to do something."

Moran was baffled: "What's the matter? Mrs. Jindy, I won't take care of a small theft...Professor?? When did you have such a beautiful ring?"

Moriarty: "..."

Mrs. Jindy's smile was impeccable: "Are you sure you don't want to come, Colonel? I think it's even a matter of your personal honor..."

At last Moran reluctantly went down with the housekeeper.As soon as the sound of footsteps disappeared, Moriarty lifted the tablecloth away.Sherlock lifted his head from between his legs with a smirk on his face, his shaggy curls thrown up in the air.

"Shall we continue?"

"—Get lost at once, Sherlock Holmes!!!"

—Under the stairs, in the hall.

"What's the matter with my honour, Mrs. Kindy?"

"Well, it's nothing. It's just that the master seems to like strong women with long black hair and big feet. Maybe you can consider introducing him to some famous ladies who meet the requirements?"

Moran: "..."

- what the hell! ! !

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