Sherlock was handcuffed, kneeling on the cold floor of the warehouse he had been taken to. It was stupid of him to fall for that simple trick. He shouldve known-
Too late for that now.
But Sherlock wasnt stupid. He knew who it was who had captured him. It was obviously-
The door flung open, revealing the arch nemesis himself. Upon seeing Sherlock Moriarty smirked.
"Finally Sherlock. You know, ive always wanted this. You. Kneeling in front of me. I like handcuffs as well." He noticed Sherlock blushing a bit, but dismissed it as nothing. "Would you like that Sherly?"
He didnt reply.
"Well then, to business. You know, obviously, why I brought you here today." "Obviously," Sherlock sneered "Information." Jim nodded and paced around the kneeling figure. "And I could get it out of you. We can tie you up. Maybe we could whip you. Mm, maybe we could even use hot irons." He paused and looked down at the stoic man below him. "Would you like that Sherlock dear?" Sherlock gritted his teeth, trying to stop the familiar feelings. Oh, he so needed a cold shower. "Of course, I would use Moran, but that lacks the personal touch. I'm sure we would have- " Jim looked down in amazement. "Do you have a fucking boner?" Sherlock blanched. No way could his biggest secret come out like this, to his worst enemy- Jim slapped him across the face. Hard. Sherlock couldnt help but let out a tiny moan. Moriarty chuckled in amazement. "Well, who'd have thought it! The great Sherlock Holmes, a masochistic submissive. Perfect." Leaving Sherlock to puzzle, he left the room, leaving it in darkness once more.