Disclaimer: I don't own BBC's Sherlock and I'm not making any profit from writing this drabble.
Warnings/Notes/Rating: I forget the episode where Moriarty and Sherlock meet in the pool area—it's been awhile since I've watched Sherlock. But this drabble is set before that meeting takes place and only John and Moriarty are there. I have to admit I'm not really sure what kind of thing this drabble is. I think I can say John either has an asphyxiation or choking kink, and that's what this is all about…or a glimpse of such a desire anyway. I didn't quite follow Saku's prompt to the letter, and I don't really know how to add more to this…how to flesh it out. Honestly I'm rather uncomfortable with myself that I produced something like this. So I guess read at your peril? It's rated Mature and is slash, but ironically, to me, it's not graphically written.
Saku's Drabble Wars Prompt: Moriarty/John- The shower room in the pool. Moriarty had several hours to kill with John before Sherlock's proposed meeting time.
Strange Hungers
By Yo; Written 12/10/15; At about 150 words; and Posted to ffdotnet 3/2/16
John stared up at the wavering, distorted image of Moriarty's face. The man's large hands wrapped tight around his throat and used his weight to hold John down under water. Moriarty had a wild look in his dark eyes. John closed his eyes against that demon gaze, clenching the man's wrists, clawing at them with his finger nails.
Moriarty suddenly dragged him from the pool's depths.
"Ha! You lasted longer this time, and you drew blood…" Moriarty's words were garbled in his ears as he gasped for breath.
When he could breathe semi-normal, he opened his eyes again and took in the sight of Moriarty's scratched up wrists, bloody half-moons dancing across pale skin. Keeping silent and moving his eyes toward Moriarty's crazed grin, John felt his heart stutter. Before he knew it, he was wading toward the man.
Going back to the demon for more…going back to sate the strange hungers in him…
End