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William loved it when everything was going perfectly. He finished his lessons exactly at 11:00, arrived at the station exactly half an hour later, waited the expected seven minutes they usually did, he and Louis found their seals with ease and the train started at exactly 11:45 as it was planned. The ride was calm and relaxing, the weather wasn’t too sunny and his brother started getting bitter just after 12:30 when he usually started getting hungry. The day was perfect, too perfect in fact, so much that William started wondering of ways it could get ruined.
He sighed, disappointed at his mind that it always managed to fall into misery even if everything was going by the book. He looked outside as Louis ordered their lunch. Trees were passing by way too fast, the flowers were only a fade before they vanished and the wheats weren’t even blonde as the summer hadn’t quite come yet.
Did he want Summer to come? He wasn’t particularly fond of hot weather, but the longer days and extensive sunlight always made him more joyful. However, this would be his last summer-
“Brother” Louis called him. He always noticed when William got too far deep in his own thoughts, it is a trait he can’t help but cherish and admire “what awaits for us when we arrive in London?”
He turned to look at his brother who he offered a small smile, that was when he realized that their food had already been served. “A carriage, for starters, after that we’ll have to meet with Albert and the rest”:
Louis looked at him with a troubling look. Maybe his discomfort was obvious in his expression but he decided to ignore it. The food was warm and freshly cooked, a little better than the average train food.
Fred would wait for them at 16:15 precisely, then they would go to the mansion, he will have to find Albert, discuss privately about the detective’s “test” and plan the next stop accordingly. Then they would have to show the plan to Moran, Louis and Fred, listen to their advice and suggestions, meet with Albert again, apply them to the, plan meet again, show the advanced version of the plan, then-
“Brother, your food will get cold” Louis said concerned.
He doesn’t know for how much time he was lost in his own head, but when he took another bite of his food, it was way colder than before. He drunk a big sip from his wine, let the alcohol soften his nerves and muscles. If he got drunk now, he had enough time to sober up before they returned home. Perhaps he should smoke, no, he must smoke, way better way to calm down, quicker as well.
They ate in silence as William turned down any attempt at conversation. The sun hid behind a thick cloud when he put the final site of steak on his mouth. He drunk the last sip of his wine a rested his back on the cushion with a complete lack of manner. Louis didn’t judge him, just looked at him worryingly. He hated that. It was the worst part of the whole plan. Louis. How much danger and trouble he had him go through. And at the end, he will leave him, in a better world, yes, but he will have to be alone. He knows Louis, how much he loves and cares about William and that he will always have a hole on his heart without him.
William stood straight when he heard someone coming towards their direction. He didn’t mind Louis seeing him without a care for manner, but anyone else - not so much.
And then the cloud flew away from the sun and everything became brighter. That or a very joyful Sherlock Holmes went and sat across from him. He looked dashing, even in his creased clothes, his chunky ponytail, the bright glow in his eyes. And all of the sudden plans, suicides and schemes were long gone!
“Mr. Mathematician!” Holmes said flashing his beautiful, bright teeth “What a pleasant surprise!”
Louis eyes grew wide and terrified at the sight of the detective. William himself was taken aback when he realized that Holmes being here could evolve to be completely catastrophic. But he kept his cool, the detective had no reason to be here for their business, they hadn’t done anything in Durham or anywhere near that. It was most likely a coincidence.
“You must be Sherlock Holmes the consulting detective. We had the pleasure to meet in the Noahtic” William smiled at the memory of their first meeting. A moment he is never going to forget, the exact moment where his heart started beating for the first time, the first time his breathe got completely taken away… same as now.
Holmes sat back nonchalantly, not giving a mind to his brother’s scolding. He knew Louis despites the defective and, if he was being honest, he really couldn’t be why. Holmes was witty and charming and that wonderful mind of his possessed the same intellect as William. How could anybody not get charmed by his smart eyes, his cocky grin and his playful mannerisms
“Can I steal some of your time ?” He asked and William wondered what a few minutes where worth when he has stolen his whole heart
“My pleasure, we were hoping for some entertainment” William replied hoping that would stop Louis from staring at the knife for too long.
So apparently Holmes had come to York to investigate a murder, which was (to his disappointment!) not linked to the series of murders he was theorizing of. William was not surprised that Holmes had figured out the link to their murders, because of course he would have figured it out. William wasn’t sure if it was worth hiding any secrets from the detective id he was going to solve anything eventually.
Holmes relaxed more on his seat and manspread his legs even further and William felt as if his heart was going to jump out of his chest “A clever type of criminal mastermind,” the detective cooed and William couldn’t even help the blush that crept to his cheeks. Would his fluster be enough to convince Holmes that he was the mastermind he was talking about ? Most likely; but right now, he didn’t care.
Homer continued on explaining how he had come to the conclusion of a serial killer and if William was honest with himself, half the time he just kept staring at that beautiful, red mouth of his, how much he wanted to kiss it, bite it, draw the most unholy sounds from it. Louis would remember what he had said, if it was even important.
These kind of feelings were all he new to him, but not unwelcome. It was a nice feeling, it made him feel warm and human. William licked his lips and stared at the detective as he started arguing against his theory, because he couldn’t afford to have his plan get ruined by smart tongue and an aquamarine set of eyes.
Sherlock’s gaze was as sharp as ever and holding the same sweet, lust they did in the Noahtic. They wandered all over William, his hair, his chest, his slender fingers only to sit right between his crossed legs. A stutter completely betrayed Sherlock’s nonchalant attitude and William found it cute rather than embarrassing. Louis not so much, he as well had noticed the detective’s boldly obvious attraction to his brother as he could almost see steam going blowing from red ears. But it seemed of like he hadn’t noticed William’s equally obvious attraction to him. If a policeman had been here he sound have arrested them on the spot.
“…and if I shot Hope, the mastermind would reveal everything to me”, Sherlock explained, deeper than any other sentence beforehand.
God bless his self-restrainment because he would have jumped on him right on that moment of it didn’t have any consequences, “that’s such a queer offer to make!” William commented, knowing exactly the kind of vocabulary he was using.
Sherlock blushed at his comment and continued on with his story about Jefferson Hope which he greatly enjoyed hearing from Sherlock’s mouth even if he knew it moment by moment “However, Hope’s conscience must have left him no peace because after he was arrested he secretly told me a name”
That caught both Moriarty brothers by surprise. William knew he had nothing to worry about, he had taken extra precautions to ensure Hope didn’t know his name, or any of their names, but he wasn’t quite sure if Louis was aware of that.
“The name of the criminal mastermind is yours: William James Moriarty!” Sherlock beamed, pointing his slim finger at William.
Sure the accusation was catastrophic but he knew there was no way of Sherlock knowing this information. On the contrary, but the detective was beaming with pride, his eyes shone blue like the ocean, his flushed cheeks were almost torn apart by the size of his grin and dear Lord, William wanted to bite him
“I must say your accusation is truly intriguing, however I cannot prove something that I haven’t done” he claimed, matching the deep, flirty tone Sherlock held before his accusation, a strategy to both flush Sherlock even further and stop Louis from gutting the detective, “but it falls on the accuser to prove their claim, is it not?”
And at that Sherlock burst out laughing, claiming it had all been joke. It was a beautiful sound, Sherlock’s laugh, it was and un-gentleman and roughen by cigarettes. Can he make him do that more often? Can he make him laugh every day?
“But still, it would have been quite fun if you were the master criminal”, said Sherlock with a flirtatious wink which made something twitch in William’s gut
Truly he could have not been more obvious about his intentions. He knew Sherlock to not be an ordinary man but to take pleasure in crime, in an unsolvable mystery, was a little too far even for someone like William. Sherlock liked that, the chase, the deducing, the thrill, the mystery, that they were on opposite sides, the deep prohibition of it, it was a doomed, it could only end up in tragedy. And yet and yet…
William leaned back and rested his head on his hand. He licked his lips, put on a grin, laid his body in a way Gods and monsters would have to hold Sherlock back from rushing on him.
“Catch me if you can. Mr. Holmes”
A blush spread from hit cheeks, to his neck, he didn’t need to guess that it creeped further down to tighten his pants. Sherlock bit fur lips unable to look away from William, oh, how did he love to have so much power over him.
“Is that what you wanted to hear ?” Sherlock was tongue-tied, he had got him to stop talking, to blush, to stop his mind from thinking and that’s when William realized that he as well, was too far gone.
The detective burst out laughing once again. He closed find leg and leaned forward to the table, a desperate, almost pathetic attempt to hide the obvious answer to William’s question. Only then did he look at Louis’ direction who was looking at the detective with a terrified expression carved on his face. Maybe they were being more obvious than they should have.
“You and I are going to get along famously”, he exclaimed as if both of them weren’t trying to find the fastest way they could have each other. Yes, they were going to get along famously.
“Holmes, what’s all this noise?”
William turned around to only to be faced with an inspector from Scotland Yard. His heart sunk to the floor, he did not think police would actually be here and their flirting had been so obvious… if he noticed of they were going to be in huge trouble. He could still bail them out since they weren’t actually committing anything physical but still, they should take a step back.
Sherlock looked at him, his eyes calm, body language collected, silently telling him they had nothing to worry about. Was this a sign that he should stop this before it begins? That it was dangerous and doomed to never actually bloom into anything significant?
William looked deep in the blue of Sherlock’s eyes, as hope filled his chest. He knew at that moment, that he can’t have him in a way his soul could be fully be satisfied, but it would be enough to leave this cursed world by Sherlock’s hand.