Into the Den

Jim was feeling exceptionally bored, so when his phone rang he almost launched himself across his desk to get it. When he recognised the number, he took his time to calm down and then answered nonchalantly.

"Honey. So glad you called."

"I want you to go with me to a sex club," came the curt answer.

Jim snorted.

"Go where?"

"A sex club," there was a sigh at the other end. "John won't do it."

"Oh honey. I thought you'd never ask."

...

Sherlock was waiting outside a building that at first glance most of all resembled a fancy hotel, except there was no name or any other kind of sign. He was wearing one of his bests suits underneath the long coat and he was tapping his foot impatiently. Finally a large black car with tinted windows pulled to the curb and a happy, sharply dressed Jim jumped out. As Jim reached up to kiss his cheek, Sherlock chuckled.

"Alright, don't get too excited. It's for a case."

Jim pouted at him, making him laugh.

"But I'm sure we can find time to have some fun along the way."

Jim grinned at him. "As long as I'm promised fun..."

Sherlock put an arm around his shoulder and let him to the door. He pressed the intercom button, gave the password and then, as it clicked open, held the door for Jim. "After you, sweetheart."

Jim beamed at him and went inside.

…

After checking their coats at the wardrobe, they entered what looked like a restaurant, except no one was eating anything more substantial than caviar or chocolate covered strawberries. There certainly was a lot of champagne being consumed by the elegantly dressed couples or groups of people sitting around. Many gave both men an appraising look as they entered.

Jim spotted a middle-aged couple across the room, smiled and waved. Both of them waved back and the man beckoned. Jim shrugged and shook his head with an apologetic pout. Sherlock glared at him.

"What was that about?"

Jim smiled at him, his eyes round and innocent in that not-too-convincing way of his. "Oh, nothing." He took Sherlock's arm and let him through the room. "I don't know about you, but I'm not really hungry."

Sherlock chuckled letting himself be led to a set of stairs leading up. They entered a long, dimly lit hall, lined with door-less rooms with large soft sofas. In many of them small groups of people were going at it in various stages of undress. Sherlock looked for a man matching the description he'd gotten from the doorman at a similar club. Jim was, apparently looking for something else.

Suddenly he let go of Sherlock's arm and darted into a room in which two women were more or less crawling all over a very young man. Jim tapped one of the girls on the shoulder and she looked up. Recognising him she smiled brightly, and pulled him down by his tie to kiss him passionately. The other girl looked up and after a minute pushed her away so she could get at Jim. When he finally managed to tear himself loose, he whispered something, which made both the girls giggle and glance at Sherlock. With a small wave he left them and returned with a sheepish grin. "Sorry about that."

Sherlock's eyes narrowed as he watched him. "Are you trying to make me jealous."

Jim laughed. "We're in a sex club, aren't we supposed to interact? Anyway, they were just some old friends, and I didn't want to be impolite and ignore them." He smiled at the girls who giggled again and waved."

Sherlock huffed beginning to form some suspicions that had absolutely nothing to do with the current case. He pushed them to the back of his mind. Wrapping an arm around Jim's shoulder he led him down the hallway. Whispering in his ear, he gave him a quick summary of the case.

"The man we're looking for is 6'4'', fit, has long black hair and grey eyes. He targets couples at places like this."

Jim giggled excitedly. "So we're a real couple tonight. I like that."

Sherlock couldn't help but smile at this. Honestly, he didn't know what they were. "Tonight, yes," he answered cautiously.

No one in the small rooms matched the description so they ascended to the next level, a large open area with scattered sofas, padded platforms and groups of chairs. Some people were having sex, others just watching.

It only took Sherlock ten seconds to spot their target. He was standing by the wall, arms furled across his chest, scanning the room. His eyes flashed quickly past the single watchers and the larger groups, lingering on the few couples.

"That's him," Sherlock whispered in Jim's ear as he grabbed him and pushed him up against a wall. Then he attacked his neck, licking and kissing it.

Jim glanced at the man over Sherlock's shoulder. "Ooh... he's cute."

Sherlock sighed. "He's also, probably, a psychotic killer."

"So?" Jim crooned in his ear. "Psychotic killers can be cute..."

Sherlock snorted. "Good point." He shivered as Jim ran his fingertips up his back. "Has he noticed us?"

Jim checked. "He's watching."

"Good. Here's what he does: he invites a couple to join him in a private room, he has his fun with them and then when they climax, he kills them."

Jim nodded, a little breathlessly. "I can relate to that," he said.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "We're here to catch him, not admire his work. Now why don't you put those big doe eyes of yours to good use and get him interested."

"Quite right," Jim chuckled. "Just give me a second." He let his eyes drift till they caught the man's and let them widen as if in surprise at being watched. He held the man's gaze for a couple of seconds, then let his eyes slide out of focus and gasped as if in response to whatever Sherlock was doing to his neck. As he refocused on the man, he had to suppress a smirk.

"Done," he whispered in Sherlock's ear.

"You're brilliant," Sherlock answered, and then Jim was dragged from his arms.

With a hand under his chin, the tall stranger forced Jim's head back, so he could kiss him hungrily. Jim's arms flailed a little, and Sherlock had to suppress a laugh. Then he was grabbed by the collar and pulled forward, finding himself the subject of a very insistent kiss. Before he had really grasped the situation, he felt Jim's lips on his throat and relaxed.

When the man finally let Sherlock go, he laid his arms across their shoulders, pulling them along. "Care to join me?" he asked with a wicked grin.

Sherlock merely nodded, but Jim crooned: "Of course we do, sweetheart."

The man let them down another hall lined with doors. He opened one and shoved them gently inside. He followed and locked the door with a wicked grin.

Sherlock scanned the room quickly. There was a large bed, partly covered with pillows. A small dresser with drawers stood beside it. Everything was kept in purple and silver. He noted possible hiding places for a knife before turning back to the man, who was again kissing Jim, a lot more possessively than Sherlock cared for. He especially did not like the little familiar whimpering sounds Jim were making as he surrendered completely.

Sherlock strode over and standing behind the tall man, started caressing his back and chest, discretely checking for a concealed weapon. He wasn't surprised when he didn't find one though. If this man got intimate with his victims first, hiding the weapon on himself wouldn't be very practical. So it had to be somewhere in the room.

Jim pulled back to catch his breath. He smiled brightly. "Hello handsome," he panted. "I'm Jim."

The man smiled. "So nice to meet you Jim. I'm Julien."

Sherlock's eyebrows shot upwards. The man was actually telling the truth. But then again, why not? He didn't expect either of them to live to tell on him.

He turned his head to look at Sherlock behind him. "You two are quite adventurous aren't you? I like that. Most couples are shy, afraid to lose themselves in the game."

"Well," Sherlock said as he started sliding Julien's jacket off his shoulders. "We're not most couples." Then he leaned up to suck on the man's earlobe as he reached around and started opening the top buttons of his shirt.

Jim started on the bottom ones. "And you," he said appraisingly, "are absolutely delicious. How can anyone say no to that?"

Sherlock smirked at him over Julien's shoulder, and Jim beamed back, before he was once again pulled into a hungry kiss. Sherlock started tugging Julien's shirt off, probably a little too forcefully, but the man didn't seem to mind. Then he slid his hands around his waist and started opening his trousers. A rough hand shot up, grabbed his neck and pulled his head forward, forcing him to witness up close how his lover was being snogged senseless.

Angrily, he slid his hand down Julien's pants, grabbed his cock and tugged at it hard. Julien gasped and released Jim who instantly dropped to his knees, staring fascinated. "Oh, let me see." He tugged Julien's trousers and pants down to his thighs and licked his lips.

Sherlock almost laughed as Julien's jaw grew slack at the sight of the eager man in front of him. Sherlock knew exactly the effect Jim could have, when he was in this kind of mood.

Jim looked up through his thick lashes and smiled coquettishly. "May I?" he asked.

Julien nodded breathlessly and Sherlock turned so his lips brushed the man's ear as he purred. "Oh, he's very good at this."

Jim grabbed Julien's cock with one hand, stroking gently and then looked up at Sherlock. "Condom, honey?"

Sherlock bend his knees and stuck his hand in Julien's pocket, checking for a knife, just in case. But he only found a rather ample supply of condoms, he fished one out and handed it to Jim. "There you are love."

Through this whole exchange Julien had just been staring fascinated at the hand stroking him and the tongue darting out expectantly, to moisten the eager lips in front of him. Sherlock felt himself responding to Jim's little display and pressed his erection against Julien's back, making him gasp softly.

"Perfect," Jim smiled and opened the foil using his teeth. Then with one swift stroke he had the condom on and set to work. Sherlock watched in fascination, though he knew exactly how this would play out.

Jim started with only his tongue, switching between light flicks and long slow licks from root to tip. Julien moaned and Sherlock felt an odd knot form in his stomach, sending heat and tension down through his body. He craned his neck so he wouldn't miss a single detail.

Jim looked up and caught Sherlock's eyes as he started using his lips, placing gentle sucking kisses down the sides. Sherlock's eyes darkened in lust and jealously and then he felt Julien's hand reach back to open his own trousers.

Jim saw the change in Sherlock's expression and he grinned before taking the head in his mouth, sucking gently. Julien moaned loudly and began stroking Sherlock. Jim sucked a bit harder, and then reached between Julien's legs, to place his hand over his and increase the pressure on Sherlock's cock.

Julien and Sherlock gasped at the same time. Sherlock bucked forward into their hands and Julien cried out, "God, you're amazing."

Jim hummed in acknowledgement and then shifted the angle of his head, swallowing Julien to the root. "Fuck!" he shouted and nearly bucked into Jim's mouth, his hand left Sherlock and went to Jim's head, his fingers twisting in the dark hair. Sherlock began taking off his jacket and shirt as he watched intently. Then Julien shook his head, "Stop.. you h-have to stop..."

Jim pulled off, pouting a little.

Julien took a moment to compose himself before pulling Jim to his feet, "I want to fuck you..." he growled.

Jim grinned and got on his toes so he could kiss him. "Good," he murmured against his lips. Then he pulled back and shot Sherlock a wicked grin over Julien's shoulder. "You're a lot larger than what I'm used to, but I think I can take it."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and glared at him, making Jim giggle as he was picked up and flung on the bed. Sherlock considered where he might have the best vantage point to observe and still be ready to intervene should Jim be in danger, but then his wrist was grabbed and he was pulled over to the bed. "Don't worry, I'll not leave you out," Julien grinned.

"Honey," Jim sounded a bit timid all of a sudden. "Can you hold me?" He reached out a hand to Sherlock. Reading his intentions in his eyes, Sherlock shifted to nurturing boyfriend.

"Oh course," he answered taking Jim's hand and patting it reassuringly. He settled on the bed and pulled Jim in front of him, letting him lean back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around him and stroked his chest soothingly. "Just relax, love. I got you."

This apparent display of vulnerability triggered something in Julien, and his smile became predatory as he kneeled between Jim's legs. As he started spreading lube on the condom, Sherlock leaned in and whispered in Jim's ear.

"I don't like this. He's making us too vulnerable."

Jim turned his head and replied under his breath. "Don't worry. If he wants us to climax before killing us, he'll have quite a job. You know I can hold back forever."

Sherlock couldn't help but smile with the rather vivid memories this stirred and his cock twitched, trapped beneath Jim's body, making him squirm and almost fall out of character. "Ooh, honey..." he smirked. Before turning to face Julien again, letting his lip tremble a little, his eyes wide.

Sherlock frowned as Julien grabbed Jim's arse pulling him closer and slowly started working him open with surprisingly gentle fingers. Jim whimpered a little gripping Sherlock's arms. Knowing exactly how much his lover could take, Sherlock had to bite his lip not to laugh at his acting skills.

Julien took his time, but finally he was satisfied. He repositioned himself, pulling Jim's legs up around his waist and slid into Jim in one long slow movement. Jim gasped and Sherlock watched transfixed, caught up in jealousy and lust.

"Oh God," Jim moaned letting his head fall back against Sherlock's shoulder, his eyes shot tight. Julien grinned darkly as he pulled out and then thrust back in again. Eyes closed, Jim sought out Sherlock's mouth. Sherlock kissed him passionately, keenly aware that the killer was pounding into his lover rather mercilessly.

Julien moaned loudly and looked to the detective, "Why don't you come over here and let me take care of you both?"

Jim held on to Sherlock's hands. "No, please" he whimpered. "I need him here."

Julien's expression turned dark and menacing, as he gave a vicious thrust, "I said come over here..."

Jim wrapped his legs around him, all vulnerability and playfulness melting away, giving way to his most unsettling glare. "And I said no!" Using his legs and bearing down he pulled Julien in for an even harder thrust.

Julien's eyes widened and then they darted over to the pillow beside them. Sherlock realised this must be where he was hiding the knife. And so the game of who would go first began. The killer continued thrusting as he contemplated whether or not he should just do it relaxed his body, and just took the thrusts. He was in no danger of coming and with Sherlock trapped beneath him, he considered him pretty safe too. As long as the killer stuck to his usual M.O.

Sherlock observed them both, knowing that Jim might be pushing the killer too far. Julien was becoming increasingly angry. He was slamming into Jim, all pretences at gentleness gone. Sherlock held his lover close and whispered sweet nothings into his ear, all conveying the same message: "I won't let him hurt you..."

"I know, love," Jim hissed through gritted teeth. "I know."

Sherlock saw the moment the decision happened. As Julien's hand went for the pillow, Sherlock was a fraction of a second ahead of him. Then Jim arched his back, and with his legs still around the other man's waist he twisted his body, throwing him away from Sherlock and the knife.

Sherlock got up on his knees and holding the knife in front of him, he protectively pushed Jim behind him. "We know who you are, and the police will be summoned shortly to take you in," he said feeling a little self-conscious kneeling half naked on the bed. But then again, he was the only one in the room actually wearing anything but a condom. The thought almost made him giggle, but he composed himself.

Julien lay on the floor, growling at them, surrender obviously not on his mind. Jim scrambled to his knees behind Sherlock. He watched carefully for any signs that Julien might attack, keeping his own body ready for combat.

"Jim, would you be so kind as to get my mobile?" Sherlock turned his head just a fraction, but that was enough as Julien charged.

Jim tossed Sherlock aside and launched himself forward. Sherlock was thrown off the bed and sat on the floor in a daze while Julien struggled with Jim, who almost crawled onto him, clawing viciously. Wrapping his legs around him once more, he managed to get his hands on his throat. Ignoring the fists pounding his chest, he started squeezing.

Julien punched and thrashed to get him off. His hands reached up to Jim's face, pushing him back a little as he fought for his life. Jim just kept squeezing, waiting for the other man to black out. He tilted his head back, to keep his eyes out of reach and laughed.

Finally Julien's hands slipped off of his face as his arms went limp. All the fight left him as his eyes unfocused and closed. Jim untangled himself as the man slipped to the floor. He released his grip slightly and called to Sherlock. "A little help here, please."

Sherlock tossed the knife aside and rushed to Jim. "Are you alright," he asked, concerned.

"Of course I am," Jim laughed. "Nothing like a good fight mid-coitous. Can you find something to tie him with? I suspect he won't be out for long."

Sherlock chuckled breathlessly and gathered all of their ties up to secure the Jim was satisfied he got to his feet and pushed Sherlock towards the bed. "Now let me have a look at that thing that's been poking me in the back all this time."

Sherlock grinned wickedly and let Jim throw him back, "Thank God... I was wondering when you would get to that."

Jim ripped off the rest of Sherlock's clothes and looked down. "Not so big a difference after all," he grinned as he straddled Sherlock. Slowly he sank down onto him, moaning happily. "So much better..."

"Oh god..." Sherlock cried and gripped Jim's hips, digging his fingers into the flesh. His jaw slacked as he watched his lover.

Jim started riding him slowly, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Was it difficult?" he asked. "Watching?" He tilted his hips a little. "Or was it hot?"

"B-both..." Sherlock's back arched with the pleasure, "It made me insanely jealous and rock hard at the same time.."

"I can tell," Jim pulled up, almost to the tip. Then he thrust down hard. "We gotta try that again soon."

He cried out then bucked up hard into Jim, "I'm sure we'll gain a membership..."

"Don't worry," Jim squeezed his thighs around him. "Already have one..."Sherlock grinned brightly, a lot of things making more sense now. Then he flipped them around so he was on top arching his back to hit the right spot.

"Oh yes," Jim moaned, grasping Sherlock's arms, digging his fingers in hard. "Now about the knife..." he panted.

"What... about... it..." Sherlock asked in between thrusts.

"It's kind of... oh God ... against regulations... but ... oh yes, like that ... I liked it..."

Sherlock dipped down to bite, then lick his neck, "Then you shall have it... Anything..."

Jim gasped and smiled. "That's what I love about you, y'know... always so... eager to please..."

"Only... you.." He reached between them and grasped Jim's length, stroking lightly.

Soon, they could to hear Julien waking up, moaning against the makeshift gag.

Jim giggled. "I think we have an audience."

"Good..." Sherlock grinned, "Let me show him how a real man does it.."

Jim tossed back his head in pleasure and moaned loudly. "Oh, honey, just like that." Then he looked up and grinned. "Sorry, I'm a terrible actor." Sherlock laughed and pulled him in for a kiss.

Julien growled against his binds just as Sherlock thrust right into the sweet spot of nerves and stroked Jim in time. Jim panted and bore down against Sherlock's thrusts. He let go of his control and was soon writhing and moaning.

"Come for me..." Sherlock groaned as he looked over at Julien spitefully.

Jim nodded once and then screaming Sherlock's name he came, his body trembling violently.

As he felt Jim's body clenching around him, Sherlock was thrown into his own hard climax.

Jim went limp beneath Sherlock, gasping for breath. "Brilliant," he muttered.

Sherlock panted and chuckled against him, "Made for each other..."

Jim kissed his chest lazily. "I know..." Then he pushed Sherlock off him, sat up and looked over at Julien. "Sherlock..." he said, pondering.

Julien struggled against his binds once again when Sherlock looked over. He sighed, "I suppose we should call the police..." He met Jim's eyes again, "Why don't you get out of here so you don't get caught.."

Jim got up and went over to Julien looking down, frowning. "Sherlock, are you sure you want this one questioned by the police...?"

"What do you mean?" Sherlock sat up and cleaned himself off.

"Well, he could tell them quite a tale, you know..." Jim hunkered down, studying the man. "Might be a bit ... compromising..." Julien glared at him dangerously.

Catching Jim's drift, Sherlock blushed and smiled, imagining the impact of that interrogation on the Met. Jim was right. They couldn't have that. Then he frowned and tilted his head, "What are you suggesting?"

Jim shrugged, avoiding Sherlock's eyes. "I could take care of him..."

He chuckled humourlessly, "How exactly would you do that?"

Jim looked blankly at Sherlock. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"I'm sure he doesn't," he gestured at the bound man on the floor. "But yes, tell me" Sherlock finished dressing and crossed his arms, "I'm not the saint you make me out to be."

Jim looked at him, smiling wickedly. "Then perhaps you wont mind me keeping him for a while?"

Sherlock raised his chin jealously before waving dismissively, "Fine... Do whatever you want. As far as I'm concerned I've solved the case."

"Good," Jim smiled at Julien menacingly. "I'll call for transport then." He turned to Sherlock. "Are you leaving or do you want to stick around?"

He shrugged and feigned being fine but feeling an odd sort of burning in his chest, "Case is closed... I need to eat now."

Jim hesitated, studying Sherlock. Then he mumbled: "I could take you to dinner...?"

Sherlock looked at him through the corner of his eye before looking back down, "Alright. Chinese?"

Julien sat in his corner, rolling his eyes at the hesitation between them and groaned impatiently. Jim looked over at him, as he started getting dressed. "Don't worry, you'll get your turn." Then he turned to Sherlock. "You do know, that if I buy you dinner, I'll expect you to put out afterwards, right?"

Sherlock snorted and pointed to the bed, "What do you think that was?"

Jim giggled. "I said: afterwards."

Julien muttered something about the absurdity of all this, while Sherlock laughed and nodded, "Fine fine..."

Jim smiled brightly.

"Great. You keep an eye on things here and I'll see about someone to take out the trash. Be right back." He hurried out the door, blowing Sherlock a kiss before closing it behind him.

Sherlock beamed before putting on his coat.

Julien was shouting things behind his gag, probably pleas for help or mercy but Sherlock ignored him. He sat on the bed considering his own reactions to the night's events.

Jim was back after only a few minutes. He bend over Julien and ruffled his hair. "Don't you worry," he said in a soothing voice. "Sebastian will take good care of you." Then he stood up and held his hand out to Sherlock. "Shall we?"

Sherlock took the hand and only had eyes for Jim. He would never admit how much he loved being around him. There was never boredom. Never any doubts. Because they were made for each other. He found he even enjoyed the sound of the muffled screams they were leaving behind.