Author's Notes: This was something I didn't even know I was capable of writing. It's a fill for the prompt on the Holmes Kink Meme: "Blackwood/Anyone, Rituals." I also wrote this while I was very angry. Therefore, it may have come from that or just the fact that any pairing with Blackwood is asking to be brutal. It's a very short little one shot and it's not sweet. At all. So be careful. It may bite.
Pairing: Blackwood/Random boy
Rating: M for nonconsensual sex in a ritualistic setting and dark themes
Disclaimer: I own nothing! I don't own Sherlock Holmes or any characters from that film. I am not making any money off of this.
There are no spoilers for the movie! But it'll make more sense if you've seen it. (Which I hope you have if you're reading fics for it.)
The One They Will Never Find
The boy is utterly terrified. He is bound, gagged, and drugged on the floor of a large stone chamber surrounded by hooded men chanting in a language he does not understand. He has every reason to be afraid. The man who has approached him reminds him in a cruel whisper that he brought this on himself. He flinches violently when the man caresses the side of his face and he cannot keep from whimpering when he feels a hot tongue lave his cheek.
The chanting is different now, softer and calmer. It frightens the boy more. He knows that something is coming, that something is going to happen. He feels the man above him parting his legs. He panics. The man immediately has him by the throat and the boy cannot breathe. He gasps helplessly as he is violated. The chanting swells and drowns out the muffled sounds of his struggling. The boy is barely conscious when his breath returns and his addled brain does not register the dagger at his throat. His last thoughts are of how odd it feels when the man above him loses his rhythm in his climax.
There is a certain satisfaction in this boy's death. He will be buried somewhere. The place itself is insignificant. What matters is that they will not find him. Holmes and the moronic police will never find him. He will be the secret that is kept between the hooded men and the stone walls. It is a victory.
Three days later Lord Blackwood can still taste the boy on the back of his tongue. It overpowers the taste of the prison gruel. It keeps him warm in the damp cell. It fills his dreams and leaves him feeling content.
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