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The day after New Year’s, Victor entered his flat and found Sherlock sitting on his sofa. He slammed the door behind him.
“You little shit. You must have balls the size of watermelons to come here after what you did!” Victor snarled.
Sherlock stood and raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Victor, I had to. You don’t know what I was up against.”
“Fuck you, Sherlock! I saw the papers. You led that poor girl along while you were fucking me! You go and get yourself shot and I don’t hear from you for months. Now here you are, like everything is fine? Nothing is fine.” Victor was trembling, he was so angry. And hurt. Mostly hurt but anger was easier to deal with if he was honest with himself.
“Victor, listen to me. I killed a man. Mycroft was sending me on a suicide mission. If Moriarty hadn’t shown back up, I’d be in Eastern Europe right now.” Sherlock sighed heavily and flopped back down on the sofa.
Victor nodded. “Yeah, I saw your little playmate on the telly along with the rest of the country. You must be thrilled. The game is on and all that bollocks.”
“Victor, didn’t you hear me? I was going on a mission to essentially be killed. And besides it’s not really Moriarty. He’s dead. It’s just someone trying to get my attention.” Sherlock said, with a dismissive wave of his hand.
“I heard you. Mycroft told me what was happening. It pays to have a high security clearance. And you’re welcome by the way.” Victor walked to his armchair and sat down across from Sherlock.
Sherlock shot a questioning look at Victor. “What?!”
“I cobbled together some footage and hacked the feed. Even though I am beyond angry with you, I couldn’t let you die. Not if there was something I could do about it” Victor smirked at the other man who was stared at him, gobsmacked.
“That was you?! You did that? For me? Even after the way I treated you ... Why would you do that?” Sherlock voice was barely audible.
“Because I love you, you colossal git. I always have. Yes, you hurt me badly - that’s twice now, by the way - but I will always love you. I will always do everything in my power to keep you safe.” Victor said, standing up and going to sit next to Sherlock.
Sherlock closed his eyes and leaned into Victor who wrapped an arm around the detective’s shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Victor. I fucked up. It seems I always fuck up where you’re concerned.”
Victor pressed a kiss to Sherlock’s temple. “Yes, well, you’ll just have to make it up to me.”
Sherlock turned and captured Victor’s lips with his own. The kiss started out chaste and gentle before quickly turned passionate and desperate. Pulling away slightly, Sherlock leaned his forehead against the other man’s. “Victor, I will spend the rest of my life trying to do just that.”
Victor huffed a laugh. “I’ll hold you to that.”
Sherlock grinned, “I hope so.”
Then he leaned in for another kiss.