Sherlock came to the door. On the other side was his flat mate and the man he was in love with. He kicked the door and saw Moriarty with Watson, chained up and with his shirt ripped opened.
"Moriarty!"
"Hello Sherlock, care to join us?"
Sherlock pulled out a gun and shot it at Moriarty's feet. Watson jumped from the loud sound. Moriarty didn't move. He turned his head and gave a grin. He walked away a bit from Watson.
"My aren't we a bit spry?" he said.
"What's your game here?" Sherlock asked.
"Well I thought you were getting bored with your pet so I thought I would have some fun with him and then put him down."
Watson gasped. Moriarty chuckled. Sherlock looked at Moriarty and then looked at Watson. He could see Watson was scared. Then Sherlock had an idea he didn't like. But it was the only way he could save Watson.
"You want to have fun? Then take me instead."
Moriarty and Watson eyes got big. Was Sherlock offering himself instead?
"You want me to have fun with you instead of your pet.? Now why would you do that?"
"Because, wouldn't it be better to do it to me instead of my 'pet'?" asked Sherlock.
Moriarty raised an eyebrow. Sherlock could tell that Moriarty was thinking about it. He looked at Watson seeing if there was any other damage to him.
"Okay." Moriarty said with a clap of his hands.
"On the condition that you let Watson go. If not I shoot you right here right now." said Sherlock.
Moriarty glared a bit but disappeared just as quick. He went over to Watson and unchained him. Watson ran to Sherlock and gave him a hug.
"I'll give you 5 minutes then its play time." said Moriarty.
The door closed. Sherlock looked at Watson. His flat mate was safe. He had a cut on his lip. Moriarty must have punched him.
"Are you okay?" Sherlock asked as he put his thumb by his lip.
"I'm okay. Caught me off guard."
Watson took Sherlock's hand and leaned his face into it. Sherlock knew people said he couldn't fall in love. Not his fault his intellect was far superior to everyone's. But Watson was the one who decide to go against what everyone said. Sherlock finding the courage leaned in and kissed Watson on the lips. Watson froze up a bit. Sherlock pulled away.
"Um what was that?" asked Watson.
"My way of saying I'm sorry that you got involved in this."
"Sherlock, it's not your fault. I got involved when he got me involved."
"Moriarty will be back in two minutes, please don't argue with what's about to happen."
"Ill find a way to get you out of here before it gets worse." Watson said.
Sherlock heard footsteps. Moriarty was getting close. Sherlock pulled Watson in for one more kiss. It wasn't a quick peck on the lips. Sherlock held onto him and passionately kissed him. Watson fought a bit but gave up. He wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck. Watson deepened the kiss. Sherlock moved his hands to Watson's back, lifted his shirt and put the gun in the rim of his pants.
"Sherlock-"
"Watson, use it when you need to. I'm going to tell you something that I never told anyone."
Sherlock put his hands on the sides of Watson's face. He leaned his head against Watson's forehead.
"I love you."
Just as Watson was going to speak the door opened.
"Times up. Time to leave there pet."
Watson gave Sherlock one more hug. He walked past Moriarty as fast as he could just in case the nut ball was planning something. The door closed and Watson took off running. He had to find out where they were and find a phone to call Lestrade.
Moriarty walked up to Sherlock as the door was closing. Moriarty didn't care now about John. He had Sherlock. The world's greatest detective. And now he was going to have his fun.
"I want you to take of your clothes."
Sherlock started to remove his coat, shirt, shoes, socks and pants. Moriarty couldn't contain his glee when he saw the detective completely naked right in front of him. He took Sherlock's hands and chained them up. Now before him was a naked Sherlock, chained up and ready for the fun.
"Oh Sherlock, we are going to have fun."
"What do you plan on doing?" Sherlock asked.
Moriarty went over to a box that Sherlock didn't notice when he barged in. Moriarty then pulled out a whip. Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
"I figured I get some whipping in before I have my real fun."
And with that the whip started cracking. Sherlock started to scream. Every time the whip made contact he let you a scream. Sherlock was hoping that Watson wasn't hearing him. He didn't want the man he loved to see him like this. Moriarty was chuckling every time he struck his beautiful skin. He stopped whipping to see his work. Sherlock's body was covered in cuts and a lot of blood. Sherlock's head was hanging and he was panting hard. He could tell the detective was tired and probably ready to pass out. But he won't get to just yet. Moriarty walked up to the detective and lifted his head. Sherlock's eyes were ready to close. Moriarty then decided to wake him up. He licked the side of Sherlock's face and then pinched his nipple. Sherlock's eyes popped open.
"Look who's awake now."
"Moriarty, when I get out of here I will kill you."
"No you won't. To kill me would end all the fun."
Moriarty dropped the whip and moved his hands to Sherlock's chest. Sherlock try to move but was to weak from the blood lost. Moriarty leaned in close and kissed Sherlock. Sherlock didn't put up a fight. All he could do was wait for Watson so show up or let Moriarty have his way. His train of thought left him when Moriarty put his hands on Sherlock's ass and squeezed. Sherlock gasped. Moriarty smiled against his lips. He moved away and saw that Sherlock was turning red.
"Oh my getting excited there are we?"
Moriarty then grabbed Sherlock's manhood. Sherlock gasped loud. Moriarty giggled and started to stroke the detective.
"Now for the real fun. I'm going to make you come."
The strokes were long and slow. Sherlock was closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. He had to think of something. But Moritarty was picking up the pace. Sherlock let out a moan. He couldn't believe it. Moriarty must be happy to know he got that sound out of him.
"If only John could see you now. Crying out in pleasure from my hand and my hand alone."
Sherlock then started to think of John. He hoped he got out of here and got some help. He just wanted this torture to end. He wanted to see John and hold him again. To be back at 221 Baker Street, in there loft, on the couch arguing about his experiments or talking about the cases they worked on. He could feel he was getting closer to climaxing. He didn't want this. He wished it was John who was doing this to him instead of the psychopath. He tried to hold back a moan. He just wanted to sleep right now. Just then it all stopped. Moriarty stopped stroking his manhood. He heard a thud. He opened his eyes and saw Moriarty laying on the ground a few feet away from him unconscious.
"Sherlock?"
He lifted his head and saw Watson with the gun in hand.
"John." is all Sherlock could say.
John came to him and got the chains off and laid Sherlock on the ground. John grabbed Sherlock's coat and laid it on him. John picked him up and let his head lay on his lap.
"Why didn't you leave?" Sherlock asked.
"I couldn't leave you hear with him. I found a way out of here. Called Lestrade and came back here to rescue."
"Soldier through and through huh?" Sherlock asked.
Sherlock looked over to Moriarty and saw he was gone. Must have escaped when John was getting the chains off of him. He didn't care right now. He was with John and that was all that mattered at that moment. Sherlock took his hand and put it on John's face.
"You know you'll have to go to the hospital." said John.
"I guess everyone will get a show then." Sherlock replied.
They both chuckled. Just then Lestrade and the rest of Scotland Yard showed up. Lestrade was surprised at the scene that was in front of him. Sherlock laying on John Watson with a coat on top of him.
"Are you okay Sherlock?" Lestrade asked.
"Of course I am. I like getting whipped and fondled."
"Sherlock, lets get you to the hospital and fixed up." John said.
John helped Sherlock get up and helped him with his coat. He helped Sherlock out of the building and to the ambulance. The ride was quiet except for the EMT asking him questions. Sherlock didn't want to answer any questions at that point. He just wanted to go to sleep and forget this day ever happened.
