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John had been gone for nearly five hours, saying he was just going out to get the milk was his excuse this time. Not like Sherlock ever noticed when he was gone anyway. It started like it normally would.
John arrived at the bar and ordered a drink. He sat scoping out the crowd for someone he thought fit. Some nights he wouldn't find anyone; this had been a particularly long dry spell for John that had been lasting about two months. Then he spotted him dancing with some red head, the One.
He was tall and thin with long dark hair. John got up and pushed his way through the dancing men to reach him. When he arrived he slid in between the One and the red head and started grinding against him. The red head gave him a look of distaste and left.
"I'm John!" he shouted over the music.
The One smiled, "Name's Tom! Pleasure to meet you John!" he called back. Tom had high cheekbones and bright blue eyes; he had a fantastic smile and seemed to be constantly flashing it at John as they moved together.
"Drink?" John asked as the music changed to a slower, quieter song. "Yes, thank you."
They made their way to the bar and John ordered for them, "So, what are you looking for tonight John?" Tom inquired before biting his lip.
John chuckled, "Just a bit of fun, do you want to get out of here?"
Tom replied by leaning in and giving John's lower lip a nibble, "Yeah, I'd like that."
John took him by the wrist and lead them through the crowd to the back door, "Back door's less crowded," he explained. Tom just flashed him another brilliant smile.
Once they got out back they followed the alley for a while till John stopped them.
He shoved Tom up against a wall and kissed him hard, "I can't wait any longer." He growled between bruising kisses. He could feel Tom grinning a bit into the kiss.
John ground his hips roughly into the others and grabbed Tom's hands from where they'd been caressing him pinning them to the wall. He was trying his hardest to kiss back with the same force John was using.
Suddenly John released one of Tom's hands and reached for his pocket. "Need a condom," John muttered into the other's his ear before biting it. Tom moaned.
John opened the pocket knife and kissed Tom harder with no finesse.
He plunged the knife into Tom's stomach and twisted.
John muffled his screams with his own mouth pressing hard against the others. They slid down the wall slowly together.
John pulled the knife back out and thrust it in again, Tom whimpered pathetically.
"Shhh, shhh, its okay, it'll stop hurting soon." John whispered
Tom quaked and squeaked as blood dripped from his mouth running down his chin to join the pool forming on his stomach.
John smiled as the tremors died down, leaning over he kissed Tom's forehead.
He stood up and wiped his stained hands onto his shirt. Looking down at Tom now he could see that his eyes were too rounded and his lips were too thin.
"Next time I'll get it right." John muttered as he walked away.