Chapter One

Sometimes things are not what they seem. You can think one thing about something or someone and then you find out you were completely wrong and everything that you thought you knew is suddenly gone and nothing makes sense. John Watson is the perfect example of all of this. He knows how to play the game and he most definitely knows how to not get caught. Suppose that's what makes him the best there is. John Watson isn't a good man... in fact he's the furthest you can be from a good man. John Watson is the best assassin in the United Kingdom and frankly if you were to ask John he would say the best in the world.

~O~

John sat on his couch in one, of the many, living rooms he had. He wore his Westwood suit, like he always did, and was sifting through some papers. John lived in a mansion with more rooms than he knew what to do with, but he supposed it was all okay because all of his staff and servants lived with him. He couldn't trust them to be anywhere than at the mansion. He never even let them leave unless he trusted them... John didn't trust anyone... He didn't even know anyone's name. There were a couple of people he thought he knew the names of, but it didn't ever matter because no one dared to argue with John. He was a dangerous man and they never talked back to him because bad things happened when they weren't willing to listen.

John was a brilliant man. He was smarter than anyone he had ever had the pleasure of meeting and sometimes he would follow Sherlock Holmes in the paper and would just laugh. Everyone thought that Sherlock was brilliant, a prodigy, but John was so much smarter than him! However, he knew his job and he knew his place... unlike Sherlock he couldn't flaunt his abilities, but he loved his job more than life so he supposed he was okay with it.

John leaned against the couch and pulled out a paper from the stack of jobs people had sent him and looked over it. He groaned, rolled his eyes, and threw it behind him.

"Problem, sir?" a man by the name of Blake said. He had just walked into the room to tidy it up when he heard his boss' anger.

John craned his head a bit and smirked, "just people are idiots... come over here, Brad. Let me show you something."

Blake walked over to John quickly and sat next to him on the couch, "Yes, sir?"

John sighed and made his voice all high, trying to impersonate a woman's voice, "Dear Mr. Watson I would like you to get rid of the neighbour's dog because it barks at night and I think one more night of this and I might go mental." He shoved the paper in Blake's face and then made his voice go back to normal. "Firstly I'm not a bloody dog catcher and secondly look at the price."

Blake scanned his eyes for the reward the woman was giving and cringed a bit. "Fifty pounds..." He read out loud. John never took anything lower than two hundred and even then it was pushing it. It wasn't that John was greedy or anything... He just liked power and he loved it when people gave him things for the jobs he did.

John started laughing hysterically and snatched the paper out of his hands before tearing it into pieces "A fucking joke! That's what that is! I'm tempted to go over and kill her for fucking messing with me!" He growled a bit.

Blake nodded slowly and bit his lip. John scared him a lot actually and he was only here because John had something on him... John had something on everyone here and that was why they were working for him... well he had something on everyone, but Mike. Mike just worked for John and no one knew why... Blake had a theory that John actually knew everyone's name, but only called everyone by the wrong name because he knew it got under some peoples skin. However, Blake didn't mind one bit.

John sighed and scrubbed his face. "Am I an intimidating person? I would like to think so, but yet I get job after job asking me to do something stupid for little amount! And don't get me wrong Bill... I don't need the money... I really don't! I have more money than I know what to do with, but it's the principle! If I let one person slide then my name will start to go down and people will start talking saying I'm a pushover, BUT APPARENTLY PEOPLE DON'T TAKE ME SERIOUSLY ANYWAY!" He screamed.

Blake flinched a bit and swallowed, "I take you seriously... always..." This talk was getting a little bit boring. He had this talk at least once a day! It wasn't always with Blake, but he did talk about his 'reputation' with at least one staff member a day.

John looked at him and narrowed his eyes, "Yes... I suppose you do." He hummed and then smirked and grabbed Blake's wrist.

Blake frowned a bit, but didn't say anything. He watched as John slowly guided his hand towards him and then John gently set the palm of his hand down on his groin. John groaned softly and let his head fall back against the back of the couch. He let go of Blake's wrist and then rested both hands behind his head.

Blake swallowed thickly, but didn't take his hand away. "Sir..?" That escalated rather quickly and Blake didn't like where this was heading at all. There were rumours that John raped some of the servants, but even though John killed people for a living he couldn't see John raping anyone... he had a theory that John got raped as a child or something and would never stoop that low... Sure he would make people give him random hand jobs or blow jobs, but he didn't think that he actually fucked anyone unless they wanted it. He knew that any sort of sexual activity without consent was considered rape... so he supposed in a way John did rape people, but he could never see John holding someone down and fucking them senseless while they screamed and until he came. He didn't know why, but he just didn't think that he was that type of person... it was silly to think that really.

John rolled his eyes a bit. "I thought it was rather obvious... Don't make me spell it out for you."

Blake nodded slowly and swallowed thickly. He slowly moved his hand up and down and dammit this was so awkward! He wasn't even gay and he had never done this in his whole life... He didn't even know what John wanted! He slowly undid John's trousers after a while and stifled a sigh. This is what John Watson did... he used and abused people to a certain extent... The worst part was if Blake had chosen to decline this little excursion he would probably get his hand chopped off by one angry John Watson... Everyone tried their best to avoid an angry John Watson because that was probably one of the scariest things Blake has ever seen

In a way John was like a little kid who has been spoiled their whole life... he always got what he wanted, no matter what that was, and if he didn't there would be hell to pay. Another thing about John is that he was broken... Blake meant that in the kindest way possible, but really there was no kind way of putting that. John Watson was broken because instead of picking people off by a sniper he went into their houses or lured them into an alleyway and tortured them... It wasn't like John couldn't pick them off with a gun because he could. John was probably the best shot out there and was even better with a sniper. It was just that he physically enjoyed hearing people scream and watching them bleed. It would have made Blake sick, but he learned to get over it a long time ago. Without thinking he dipped his head down and took John in his mouth. He was completely lost in thought and that's what made this bearable. You learned to develop a technique when working with John because he made you do a lot of things you didn't want to do... Things went by a lot quicker and smoother when you got lost in thought and just sucked it up.

John blinked a bit in surprise... in all honesty he was just expecting a hand job, but this was so much better. He groaned and tangled his fingers into Blake's hair and thrusted. After about six minutes of pure bliss he came into Blake's mouth and lay limp.

Blake about gagged and pulled off, but nonetheless swallowed. That had to be the nastiest thing he had ever tasted in his whole entire life and he now had a higher respect for women who swallowed. Of course he never got any action anymore because he could never leave, but his respect still stayed.

John smirked at him, "remind me to double your salary, Burt." He hummed.

Blake bit his lip, "but umm... Sir, we don't get paid..."

John smirked more and his eyes crinkled, "exactly!"

Blake forced a laugh and smiled at his boss. "Good one, Sir!"

"I know I'm fucking hilarious! Now go pick some cotton or something useful." He hummed as he stuffed himself back into his trousers and stood up.

Blake nodded and scurried out of the room. God he was glad that was over. One of these days he hoped John got caught because he was absolutely sick of living as a slave.

~O~

John kicked his feet up on the coffee table and flicked on the telly to see if anything good was on. Most of the time when he didn't have a job to do he was so, so bored. Well, okay, he had a lot of jobs, but he didn't want to take anyone of them because they were shit. Honestly the number of dumb arses that contacted him was really starting to be infuriating. He supposed it wouldn't be so bad if he actually had something he wanted to do, but he was starting to get that familiar itch in the pit of his stomach and he didn't have a good job to ease it! He smirked as he watched the news because they were currently discussing a murder victim that he had killed. Every single one of his victims went into a cold case file somewhere in New Scotland Yard and that was brilliant to him. They eventually just gave up trying to find the killer because the trail always went cold! Not even Sherlock Holmes could solve it and he actually thought that that was laughable.

He sometimes left clues here or there, but even then Sherlock could never solve it. He felt a sense of pride in the matter because everyone considered Sherlock the most brilliant mind of this generation, but nothing he did could ever solve one of John's killings.

John yawned and started to doze off when all of a sudden his phone started ringing. He woke up immediately and answered it. "John Watson."

"John Watson. This is Sebastian Moran." The voice growled. "I have a job for you and you will accept it do you understand?" He snapped.

John giggled a bit and rolled his eyes, "aww Sebby! It's good to see you too! How's your lover James?" He hummed. The three of them had been friends ever since John was little... They were his only friends really and they would all torture bugs at recess... They grew apart once John told them that he didn't want to work with them, but John had been teasing Sebastian about his feelings for Jim ever since they were fourteen. It was so obvious a blind man could see it, but Seb always denied it. He could see the way Jim looked at Sebastian too, but he didn't know if they actually did anything about it or just pretended like they didn't have feelings for each other. Still, it was fun to tease his old friend.

"He's dead." Sebastian said, deadpanned.

John swallowed hard and his face hardened, "what." It wasn't a question it was a statement. John didn't like Jim... He didn't like Jim at all... in fact he hated the little worm! He always tried to outsmart him and to be the best at everything! He tried to steal all of John's boyfriends and beat him at the science fair and even steal some of his clients. He hated Jim more than he hated anyone in his whole entire life, but Sebby had been a good friend to him and his heart broke for the man. Well, as much as it can when you don't actually have a heart.

"It was Sherlock! Sherlock Holmes! He shot James and he claimed it was a suicide! I know for a fact that he wouldn't kill himself! He wouldn't do it no matter what it meant! I believe that Sherlock killed him and then framed it on James as a suicide! So now you are going to kill Sherlock."

John smiled brightly. This job was amazing! One thing about John was that he didn't kill random people no matter how bored he was and that was one thing that bugged him about Jim Moriarty was that he killed people just for the hell of it! John knew what he did was wrong, but at least he had a motive, a reason behind everything! He had wanted to get his hands on Sherlock for a while now, but no one had asked him to... no one until now that is. "I'll do it. How much are you going to give me?"

"Eight million pounds because I don't want you to just hurt him physically, John. I want you to go in there and break his heart into a million pieces! Make him feel what I'm feeling now and you'll do that by becoming his flatmate. I heard he's looking for one because the one he has now is about to move out. Also the one servant that you have that you actually let leave your mansion knows him. They work together... Mike Stanford... Once you've done that I want you to torture him for months before you finally allow that scumbag to die. Personally if you could torture him for years that would be brilliant too. Keep him alive as long as you can! But John... l make sure he falls in love with you before you torture him!"

John let a soft smirk play on his face, "I've been told by many people that Sherlock Holmes doesn't have a heart."

"Everyone has a heart, John. It's just a matter of finding it." Sebastian growled and then hung up.