AN: A whatsapp conversation led to this retarded fic. Written with:
C: Me
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Q: Sherlock was standing alone in the rain, waiting for his date Jim Moriarty to finally arrive.
P: And a black car pulls up in front of him. He recognized it as his Jimmy sweetheart's car.
Q: "Oh, Jimmy!" Sherlock squealed in delight like a little girl as he merrily trotted to the car.
P: But the person in the car was not his Jimmy! It was John! ((P's more of a Johnlock fan, you see.)) John blushed when he saw Sherlock's happy face.
C: But! His Jimmy was tied up at the trunk of the car.
Q: "Hey, Sherlock, didn't know you'd be so happy to see me!" John said.
C: John had on sunglasses and a leather jacket. He had a gun on the dashboard.
P: "EHMAGERD! Where's my Jimmy baby?!" Sherlock cried. "Mmph!" yelled Jim from the back seat of the car.
Q: "Hmmmmm through thorough calculations that just went on in my head, I hereby deduce that my Jimmy must have sent you, my dear John, to drive me to his gay S&M club! OMG I love gay sound effect CDs!"
C: Jimmy gave another screech before rolling his eyes and giving up.
P: Without another word, Sherlock skipped into the car happily.
C: That's right, Sherlock. That's right…" John mumbled.
P: Sherlock smiled sweetly at John and waited to be driven to the club.
C: They were driving along calmly when John ooh a different route. "John! Yu were supposed to turn left back there!" Sherly shouted. "J-John? Wait! Due to technological advances of the 21st century, we can use a GPS!"
P: "Mmph," Jim grunted and rolled his eyes again.
C: "See! Wrong turn! Wrong turn!" Sherlock screeched. John gave Sherly a funny look.
P: And continued driving along the increasingly dark and creepy road. "John! Turn back! The club's not this way!" Sherlock whined.
Q: "Oh shut up, Sherlock! I know the way just fine!"
C: He turned into a warehouse with a sign stating "Lucy's Pink Tortures".
Q: "Ooooo Jim must have renamed his club! How sweet of him!"
P: "But why Lucy? My awesome genius brain deduced that he must be seeing another girl!"
C: At the back of the car, Jim was screeching at the top of his voice. Tears ran down his cheeks as he hit his head against any available surface repeatedly. John grabbed the gun and forced Sherlock out of the car. "Move yo' ass, bitch," he said.
Q: "Oooh John is this some kind of role-playing game?"
C: "No it ain't," John answered, but it only made Sherlock more excited.
P: "So are you a gangster? Then who is Jimmy baby?
C: "And where is he? Is he inside?" Sherlock questioned. "Just… Just get into the building," John sighed.
P: "Ok!" Sherlock giggled, thinking it was all his Jimmy's plans.
C: Sherlock entered the frilly, pink doors of the building to be greeted with the sight of…
Q: A masculine man clad in tight black leather holding a riding crop, wearing black leather high heeled boots.
P: With metal studs.
C: He was holding a menacing machine titled "the rectum fitter".
P: Seeing Jim's sweetheart in danger, Jim struggled against his bonds.
C: By the sheer genius of his mind, the ropes holding him down disintegrated and Jimmy broke free of his bonds.
Q: He dashed at Usain Bolt speed towards the entrance of the club.
P: Screaming, "SHERLOCK! I'LL SAVE YOUUU!"
Q: But got tackled by the masculine gay guards.
C: The were just staring in front of the entrance with their cocks erect. Jim got pierced badly. In the building, the dominator was just lifting the froufrou of sherlock's pink dress to insert the rectum fitter when Jim's cry was heard. Sherlock ran outside to meet his Jimmy on the floor, in a pool of blood.
Q: Which came from Jim's violated asshole.
C: "By the power of my genius superior semen… I'll save you, Jimmy baby!" Sherlock dug his cock into Jim's bum. He mistook Jim's cry of pure agony for pleasure and came instantly. "By the gods!" Jim cried.
THE END