4. Boyfriend - Justin Bieber

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Snow drifted down towards the busy London street idly, teasing all the children waiting for it to fall and aggravating all the adults wishing for it to pass. Families, couples and friends dash about, wanting to get their last bits of Christmas shopping out of the way.

James Moriarty stood on top of the building directly across from 221B Baker Street, his view of the street and Sherlock's flat perfect. This was his favourite spot to sit and watch the ordinary and extraordinary alike go about their lives.

His eyes leave the street and he looks into the festively decorated window, seeing Sherlock twirling around the room and playing his violin.

His hair bounced as he moved his head to the melody, his eyes closed and a trace of a smile on his lips. His dark blue dressing gown swayed around him and Jim could almost hear the music, which was no doubt as beautiful as the man producing it.

James couldn't deny that he wanted the other man. Sherlock was his equal, his match, his challenge. They were made for each other, they were so different and yet they were one in the same. James could feel they had a connection.

A connection that he fully intended to highlight. If given the chance James knew he'd latch onto Sherlock and never let go.

He craved Sherlock, like a drug. Sherlock was his drug and he wanted to indulge.

He wanted Sherlock by his side, he wanted to call Sherlock his. But Sherlock wasn't someone he could just take, oh no, Sherlock was the only person he'd ever need to try with. And that fact only made James want him more.

He continued watch Sherlock for five minutes before the detective put down the instrument and walked over to his desk, retrieving his phone.

A moment later Jim feels his own phone vibrate. He fishes it out and smiles down at the screen, already knowing who it was from.

I know you're watching me-SH

When James looks up again the detective is standing by the window, looking straight at him with a little smirk.

James smiles back, tapping out a reply.

John home? -JM

You know he's with his sister this Christmas -SH

Awh, so you're all alone? -JM

Sherlock raises an eyebrow at James before he turns and walks away from the window.

Jim's pulse speeds up as he feared he'd brought their little moment to a rather abrupt end, and then his phone buzzes again and he let's out a breath.

Company would be nice. Kettles just boiled. -SH

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James walks up the stairs of 221B, a smile on his face as he enters the flat. He can hear Sherlock in the kitchen, preparing the tea.

With a cheeky grin he walks over and settles himself into Sherlock's chair.

Sherlock enters a moment later, his dressing gown gone and a tray of tea in his hands. He sets it down on the table beside John's chair.

"That's my chair" Sherlock says, glancing down at Jim as he stands in front of the spider.

Chuckling, James pulls Sherlock onto his lap "Then sit with me"

Sherlock pauses, unsure how to proceed. He couldn't tell whether this was a trick or genuine, after all James had vowed to destroy Sherlock. To Burn him.

Eventually Sherlock relaxes, letting his legs dangle over the side of the chair as he subtly trapped Moriarty, just in case.

James frowns a little, noticing Sherlock's reaction and motives. He wasn't one hundred percent sure when his obsession with Sherlock had turned into something more sentimental. He still felt the rivalry and need to prove he was smarter, but along with that came the need to hold Sherlock and claim him as his own.

He let's one of his hands trail down Sherlocks back, resting on his lower back and curling around his side to pull him closer.

"You know Sherlock, I can see us being good together" He speaks confidently despite the fear of rejection bubbling within him.

Sherlock hesitates before replying "..Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?"

James' eyes meet Sherlock's "Depends what your answer is"

With a smirk Sherlock slides off Jim's lap and takes a seat in John's chair. The detective takes his time in blowing and sipping his tea. After a few awkward moments he places the cup down again and raises an eyebrow as the spider sat across from him.

"I was under the impression you wanted to burn me, in fact I was rather looking forward to seeing how you were going to do that. But now, here you are talking feelings and sentiment" Sherlock crinkles his nose up in distaste "How dull"

Moriarty swallows the hurt he feels before he leans forward and picks up a tea spoon. Taking hold of the kettle James pours more of the boiling water into an empty cup before he dips the spoon in into the hot water. He locks eyes with Sherlock, quickly pressing the hot metal into the detectives skin.

Sherlock hisses and pulls his arm away, frowning down at the pink mark forming. A weird smile forms on his face, finding some appeal in the mark because it was caused by his nemesis.

"You burnt me" Sherlock says slowly, smile still on his bow shaped lips.

James nods. "I did"

"I'll be your boyfriend" Sherlock says with a smile, sipping his tea again.

James doesn't reply, just smiles back as he uses the spoon to stir his own tea.