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This is a one shot but I've had to post in two chapters as had trouble with it in one. please review as i've never ever written anything like this! believe it or not it was meant to be a crack fic but moriarty entered the pic and it wrote itself, another first for me...

Jim Moriarty had just concluded some business in the privacy of a confessional booth, the priest having been drugged and dumped in a broom closet. Rolling his neck from side to side with a crack and a sigh, he was about to leave when someone slipped into the other side of the booth.

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned. Sort off. I may actually be sinning right now I’m not sure…” the man spoke.

“What?” Jim asked frustrated.

“I’m not a Catholic. I don’t even know if I believe in God anymore to be honest”

Jim smiled wickedly as he recognised John’s voice from his many hours of surveillance on Sherlock and the Dr. This could be interesting. Well that would probably be too much for ask for, it might prove entertaining though.

“Then what are you doing here if you don’t mind my asking” Thank The Lord for his Irish accent Jim inwardly snickered

“Catholic’s are the only ones who do confession. At least that I know of. There’s no one I can talk to about this and I really think I need to! Just to say it out loud will be good.” John sighed and Jim could hear the rustle of clothing as John fidgeted in his seat.

“There are plenty of counsellors out there I hear…”

“God no! My therapist is the last person I would talk to. I know exactly what she would say and I don’t want to hear it because I know it isn’t true. I came here because I know you won’t try and psychoanalyse me or judge…well you will judge because the church isn’t keen on my sin, but I know you won’t judge me to my face…sorry by the way for blaspheming earlier.”

“You’re forgiven” Jim smirked. “The church is meant to do a lot of things, doesn’t mean it does, and believe it or not we don’t all hang on the Pope’s every word. Some of us live in the 21^st century” he teased.

“Of course, sorry, it’s a bit intimidating in here to be honest” through the partition Jim could just make out John running his hand through his hair.

Always so polite Doctor. How I would love to find out what would make you come apart. Patience Jim patience.

“Well let us not delay any longer. What would you like to confess?”

“The usual; I lied to my sister, envy-that’s coveting right? So that’s a big one. I mean it was only some bloke’s car but still, um, I lose my temper sometimes and I know I shouldn’t…”

“Tsk tsk. Those petty things are not the sin you wanted so desperately to unburden yourself of. And do you want to know what I think?” Jim lowered his voice and moved as close as he could to John so that he was facing him rather than sitting sideways.

“What?” John had also moved closer to catch Jim’s confidential whisper.

“God made us, feelings and all, and Jesus died for us. Died for humanity in all its shapes and forms, so what is the point in suppressing emotions? I think Jesus would want us to embrace them. All of them”

“You’re not how I thought a Catholic priest should be”

“Life is too short for should be’s and could be’s . I like to live for the would be’s. Now I hate to rush you but I don’t have all day”

“I want my flatmate” John blurted out in a rush.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to be more detailed then that”

“My flatmate, my very male flatmate. That’s not right, he’s more than that. He’s my friend and colleague as well…”

“Perhaps that’s the problem? Your too close, spend too much time together. It’s making you confuse your feelings for him”

“I think I get what you’re saying but trust me-I may be a bit emotionally confused, but I’m not confused about my sexual desire for him.” John ground out in irritation.

“How do you feel about it?” This was proving to be a good day for Jim.

“How do I feel about wanting to make that brilliant mind stall by reducing its owner to moans and incoherent sentences? , how do I feel about wanting to force that ridiculously long body to its knees and hear that smug posh voice beg for me?, how do I feel about wanting to pin him down, rip off those fancy clothes, and prove he is every bit as damn human as the rest of us! ?” John laughed in a slightly hysterical way. “I feel ashamed, disgusted at myself. Not because he’s a man but because I’m supposed to be his friend. I shouldn’t feel like this”

Jim sighed as though what he had to say pained him. “I don’t think Hail Mary’s will be much use to you, so I will have to try and advise you as best as I can”

“Please Father tell me what to do. I feel like I’ll go crazy if I don’t do something”

“Go to a club or wherever it is people go, find a man who looks like your friend and do all the things to him that you want to do but can’t to your friend” oh but Jim just wanted to laugh and applaud Johnny boy for finally being interesting.

“No no that won’t work. I wish it could but I know it won’t. It isn’t so much how he looks as the whole package; it’s his hands when he tunes his violin, it’s the shade of his narrowed eyes right before he insults someone, it’s his stupid coat and his stupid purple shirt, it’s the way he moves with the restless grace of a cat who’s had too much catnip, it’s the way my ordinary common name sounds so much better when he says it. It’s his sharks grin and his messy curls and damn it he should let me break his walls down! If anyone deserves to be let in it’s me after everything I do for him…” John was breathing heavily by the time he finished.

“I know I know; you take care of him, you’re the only one that’s there for him but does he ever really thank you? Half the time he forgets you exist .” Jim soothed as he spun his web. “Maybe it’s time you reminded him? Take what you want just for one day. That way you get it out of your system and after…things can go back to normal. You did say you would go crazy if you didn’t do something, if he’s as smart as you say he’ll know that and he’ll understand” Jim confidently reassured with a smile.

“After things will go back to normal? Better than normal because I won’t want him anymore, not like that” John questioned just to be sure before he did anything.

“Absolutely” Jim agreed while mentally reminding himself to pick up popcorn and beer. He would be staying in with a movie tonight.

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“Finally. Where have you been all this time?” Sherlock asked John, irritation clear in his voice. “No don’t bother. You smell like incense, the kind used in churches. There is candle wax on the toe of your shoe, you were nervous so used the lighting of a candle to buy you some time. And to blend in.” all trace of irritation had vanished as Sherlock deduced John’s whereabouts, not even noticing John’s eye-roll. “But what besides marriage makes people nervous in church? Confessing I suppose could in theory for someone who hadn’t done it before…Oh. I didn’t know you believed in God much less that kind of God” Sherlock reached the conclusion of his observation then looked John up and down shrewdly. “What could you possibly have to confess? , has someone died and suddenly your worried about the future of your soul?” Sherlock was half amused and half genuinely baffled.

“It’s really none of your business, I am allowed to have secrets you know. You’re just sore that you haven’t guessed what they are”

Sherlock inwardly flinched at John’s cold tone but he wouldn’t show it. “I don’t guess things I deduce them through careful observation and I was done deducing you a long time ago. You are dull and ordinary John Watson” Sherlock turned his attention to the contents of the fridge turning his back on John. He would apologise later when John had stopped being an idiot. He straightened up with the intention of going to his room but found himself pinned against the fridge by John’s body, one hand on either side of his head.

“What are you doing John?”

“I would have thought that was obvious”

“Well it isn’t. You are acting entirely out of character, so I’ll ask again-what are you doing?”

“I know you don’t have much experience in these things but you are a genius after all…” John licked a wet warm path along the curve of Sherlock’s ear.

Sherlock immediately stiffened, body going rigid within the cocoon of John’s arms.

“I’ll rephrase the question. Why are you doing this?” Sherlock kept his voice low and non-threatening. He had no idea what had happened to make John behave like this but he wasn’t going to think the worse. For all he knew it could be some weird ptsd thing and therefore not technically John’s fault, besides which he was currently nowhere near his phone so it was in his best interest to play along.

“Why? God sometimes you can be dim Sherlock!” John roughly turned him around so they were face to face. “Your right I did confess today. I told a priest everything I wanted to do to you but couldn’t, shouldn’t even want to! He gave me some good advice; he said to just take what I wanted, just for one day and get it out of my system because I have been going mad here doing nothing…” John’s hands left the side of Sherlock’s head and gently alighted on his face, thumbs stroking over cheekbones before peppering his exposed neck with wet vicious kisses that bruised the pale skin.

Sherlock frowned "You’re doing this because a priest told you to? Doesn’t that strike you as odd?” he briefly considered making a run for it when John’s hands changed position but he was still too hemmed in, with his back against the fridge, and common sense told him it might be safer to stay passive for the time being.

“Hush. What was I supposed to do? , go pray with my rosary? He gave me advice that will actually work for me, that will help me. Just this one time and then things can go back to normal. Once I know what it would be like with you I would have satisfied my curiosity and then I can go out with that new receptionist, maybe even get married…everything will go back to how it was”

Sherlock saw a flicker of doubt and uncertainty in John’s eyes and chased it. “Oh John do you honestly believe that?”

“Yes because you delete everything that you don’t want to remember” John smiled triumphantly before looking serious again. “Anyway I’m not just doing it for that reason. So can you guess, I’m sorry ‘deduce’ what I told the priest I wanted to do to you?”

Something boring and/or from a bad porn film. “No John I don’t know what you told him” But I’m sure you are dying to tell me

“God I love the way you say my name!” John groaned “I told him that I want to pin you down, rip off your clothes and make you come undone. I want to make you kneel and beg and I want to make your mind stop, just shut it down as you writhe incoherently beneath me” John’s breathing sped up as he described what he wanted, and being as close as he was to Sherlock it was abundantly clear how much it aroused him. Well to hell with self-preservation! Sherlock thought, that was just insulting.

“My mind never stops!” he spat out “And I very much doubt that you could make it” Sherlock paid for his cheek with a strong backhander that made his head thump against the fridge door.

“You’re always underestimating me! You could do with learning some respect, humility would do you good too” John started systematically stripping Sherlock of his clothing while Sherlock cradled his stinging cheek in his hand in a mild state of shock. It was in these fight or flight situations, he admitted to himself, that he was starting to see the merits of eating on a daily basis.
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