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The two boys finally finished up with the case, entering their flat nearly at 3 AM. John sighed as he walked to the kitchen, getting the kettle ready to make tea.
“So how was the dance?” Sherlock asked, flopping onto the couch, tossing his hat onto his chair while he had his fingers under his chin in his usual thinking pose, watching John as he puttered around the kitchen.
“It was good.” John said, avoiding Sherlock’s gaze to try and get him to drop it. Allowing the water to boil as he got two cups ready.
“Hmm…” Sherlock continued to stare before muttering. “Slightly taller than you, must be quite fit if she were using the pole that was available, younger than you by a few years, red lipstick, likes to be bold and daring. You weren’t able to finish, likes to tease since you were still erect when I arrived, enjoys the control but also likes it when you take over as well. She must have given something to you for you two to continue, likely her number.”
Johns head hung as he sighed deeply before taking the kettle off the burner and poured the water into their cups to get the tea brewing. “Yes, now will you drop it?” John grumbled as he fixed their teas to their liking.
“Why? Nothing to be ashamed off, it’s been a few months since you’ve had a girlfriend or a date. You haven’t had sex since then, other than the occasional wank in the shower or in the confines of your bedroom.” Sherlock grabbed his tea from Johns hand and took a sip before letting out a relaxed sigh. He could never get it to taste like it when he made his own.
John was about to take a sip of his tea before stopping and sighing, “Lovely now can you stop and just drink your damn tea?” He tried once again to drink his tea, his mind thinking back to the card that was in his pocket, maybe he will call it tomorrow morning after some rest.
“Shut up.” Sherlock muttered around his tea, causing John to roll his eyes as he finished his tea. “Fine, well I’m going to bed.” John rose from his chair as he went to the kitchen to rinse his cup, washing it before letting it dry in the dish rack once it was rinse of the suds. He passed Sherlock who went into his mind palace, staring at the wall as John passed and turned a lamp on for Sherlock before turning the main light off and went upstairs to his room.
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All through the night the image of the little dancing devil floated through his dreams, when he finally did wake he was mildly aroused, his cock throbbing gently in his boxers. He sighed as he licked his lips before getting out of bed and grabbed a change of clothes before heading to the shower. Once locking the door behind him he turned the warm water on as he allowed it to soothe some of his aches from yesterday, he closed his eyes and once again the little devil filled his mind.
His cock twitched with interest slowly coming to attention as he reached down, gripping the shaft and gave a slow tentative stroke. John gasped softly as he began to harden, stroking the shaft more as he remembered how it felt to have the little devils body writhing in his lap, grounding against his cock. He wondered how hot that mouth would be around his cock, groaning once more as he remembered them on their knees between his legs, only this time picturing how they would look with their mouth around his cock.
“Fuck.” He whispered as he stroked faster, the water adding as lubricant, twisting his wrist as he reached the head and stroked over the tip, causing his body to shudder. Next came the images of the devil gasping in his lap, moaning as they played with their nipples through the red top.
John groaned louder as he began to stroke faster, images of last night’s dance fluttering past his eyelids before he spilled into his hand. The water quickly washed away the evidence, his own gasps light was drowned out by the rushing water as it hit the tub. He shook his head real quick of the images before finishing up in the shower and cleaned up. Once getting out of the shower he wrapped himself in the plush towel and died quickly to change, he just hoped Sherlock didn’t make a mess in the kitchen during the night.
John walked into the living room, Sherlock was nowhere in sight but could tell he must have left not too long ago as there was a cup of cooling tea by Sherlock’s chair. He shook his head as he collected the cup and took it to the sink to dump the tea and rinse it out. Placing the kettle on the burner as he dug for his morning tea and marmalade for his toast.
While he was fixing up his tea and toast to his liking, his mind wandered over to the pocket that held the card and number. Once he sat down in his chair, he blew on his tea before taking a sip and pulled his phone from his back pocket to see if Sherlock might have sent him a text about where he was going or if he was needed.
No new messages, oh well he had a day off and would enjoy it as much as he could before going back to work. John finished his toast before finally giving in and raced back up the stairs to his room, grabbing the card from his pocket and pulled his phone out and started to dial the number.
His heart started to race as it rang, each time it rang he got more nervous about when they would answer. However it rang before the call was ended, followed by an incoming text, he pulled his phone from his ear and was a little confused before opening the text. Confusion just continued to run through him as he read the text from the number he just called, it had an address and that he could come now if he wanted.
John cleared his throat as he nodded to himself before changing into a blue button down shirt and grabbed his jacket and wallet before leaving the flat.
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He climbed out of the cab, handing him a few notes before standing in front of an apartment building, it looked more modern with the new brick work. He pulled his phone out and walked into the building, going to the front before pressing the buzzer to the apartment that was on the top floor. He waited for not eve half a minute before the door buzzed, letting him in and walked to the elevators just around the corner.
All through the ride up to the floor he was excited to see them again, if last night was a little teaser he could only imagine how delicious it would be now.
The doors opened and he was looking down the hall, trying to find the right one before noticing the same devils mask hanging from the door handle on the furthest door down the hall. He shrugged to himself as he headed to the door, knocking the door and waited for a few seconds till his phone chimed.
[Come in]
John tested the handle and felt it glide open to a large open flat, the lights dimmed with curtains closed on the far wall to block the light. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him as he took a few steps forward to try and find the other man, wondering where they might pop up from.
“Hello?” He called out as he clasped his hands together and fidgeted with them as he turned to walk towards a bedroom. He heard a click behind him, he was turning around when he felt a hand come around to cover his mouth while another hand came to his neck, feeling a prick on his skin.
He struggled against the hold and sent his elbow back into his attacker, hearing a grunt in pain but the man didn’t let up before he was slowly getting dizzy and felt heavy.
Bollocks, was this a set up?
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His mind was a little sluggish as he struggled to open his eyes, he was at least on something soft instead of left on the floor. He groaned as he forced his eyes open, shutting them back instantly at the light before trying once more. Scanning the area he found that he was on a king sized bed, the door to his left was ajar and could see the faint outline of a vanity and mirror. Bathroom then, so the door to his right likely would be door out then since there were sliding mirror doors off to the side that likely held the closet.
John could hear faint shouting from the door on his right, someone wasn’t happy. Then again neither was he, after all who would after being drugged?
He twisted his body and rolled off the bed gently before getting up to stand, gently swaying on his feet as he tried to get to the door as quietly as he could without his hosts knowing he was up.
John groaned as the room spun but he kept pressing forward to the door before opening the door, bracing himself on the wall as he crept forward.
“I still can’t believe you did that, didn’t I tell you I had it under control?” A voice growled, from the main room that was just down the hall, out of sight.
“How can you know? He still could be unpredictable, and it’s my job to make sure you’re safe.” A deeper voice retorted, you could almost hear the eye roll.
With them being not too far away, John tried to keep his steps silent as he crept forward.
“I am very well aware Sebastian, but I am still pissed you disobeyed me. If we didn’t have a guest I would take care of you myself.” For some reason the voice sounded faintly familiar, but he couldn’t place where he knew it from.
“Get out before he wakes up, he should be up by now.” The same voice scowled before followed up by clinking of something on glass.
“I knew I should have watched you myself on Halloween.” The other grumbled as they walked around a bit, casting a shadow down the hall he was in, making him freeze on the spot.
“If you did, you would have taken the fun out of everything.” The other whined, almost bringing a chuckle to John before covering his mouth to try to remain silent.
The room was quiet before there was glass clinking again, like a glass being set down on a table before a voice sang down the hallway.
“Jonny, you can come out of your hiding place, I know you are there.” It carried down the hall and with the drugs still trying burn themselves out, it almost reminded him of a parent scolding a child.
John huffed gently as he swayed down the hallway, his one hand keeping him balanced against the wall as he finally came back out to the living room. What he saw almost floored him.
Jim Moriarty was sitting casually on the couch, navy dress shirt and trousers, with a taller blond man standing at military rest nearby.
“Sorry about the little nap Johnny boy, Seb here wasn’t expecting for me to have a visitor.” Jim chuckled before his eyes narrowed at the other man.