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Sherlock jerked away quickly and took a step back.
John smiled strangely, "What's wrong, Sherlock?"
Sherlock backed up until he hit the wall and John just followed him up to the wall.
"My dearest Sherlock, do you know how long I've dreamed of this?" he wrapped his hand around Sherlock's neck and with the other he pulled out his knife.
Sherlock was frozen in fear and shock. How could he have not seen this? Stupid, stupid!
John slowly dragged the blade across Sherlock's collarbone, just enough to brake the skin and bask in the lovely crimson he discovered. How amazing, he held this man's life in his hands, like so many before, and he could simply end it at anytime.
Sherlock whimpered and brought John out of his trance. "John, please, this isn't you. This isn't what you want."
John leaned in and bit the other's lip hard to watch the blood drip down his chin. Sherlock let out another whimper.
He ran his hand through Sherlock's curls gently, almost lovingly. "Why don't you have a seat on the sofa, my dearest?"
Sherlock nodded shakily walking over to sit, all the while desperately looking around for an escape.
Once he was down John straddled his lap and leaned in to lick at his bloodied lip, holding the knife loosely in his hand. Perhaps if Sherlock could shift and surprise John, he could grab it.
Now or never he supposed. Sherlock twisted one way and then the other trying to catch him off guard and take the weapon, but John was too fast.
Sherlock didn't even see the skin of his shoulder torn open or his abdomen pierced with the blade.
John was ecstatic. He grabbed Sherlock's wounded arm and twisted a finger into the cut making Sherlock wail.
He leaned down and took a bite out of Sherlock's neck. Sherlock screamed and thrashed around under John but he seemed helpless.
John slithered off Sherlock's lap and kneeled in front of him. He took Sherlock's left leg and then his right and slashed his Achilles tendons.
Sherlock screamed and screamed and thrashed around.
John was covered in sweat and Sherlock's blood as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Sherlock's cheek. He stroked the back of Sherlock's head and neck and whispered sweet nothings into his ear.
"I adore you Sherlock. You are so beautiful like this, you know. Fuck you're gorgeous. I need this, we need this. I need to rip you open, drain you, live inside you. You don't mind do you, Sherlock. You know I'd never hurt you."
John licked away Sherlock's tears and left for the kitchen.
Sherlock collapsed to the floor and attempted to crawl away, John saw and just laughed.
Sherlock tried to ignore him as he inched toward his desk.
He reached it after what felt like forever and pulled himself into the chair so he could grab the beaker of nitric acid.
John smiled at him from the kitchen and walked over, "I'm glad you're sitting because for this next part I plan t-"
He was cut off as Sherlock tossed the acid at John's eyes.
John screamed and fell to his knees. Sherlock slid down and took John's phone from him.
He dialed the number quickly.
"Lestrade, I believe I've found the murderer."