Warning: Graphic
There was so much darkness. Sherlock had been plunged into a deep pool of darkness. He couldn't feel his limbs. His head seemed to be floating in the middle of nowhere.
He tried to shake himself out of it. He wasn't in control. Sherlock hated it.
"No," he said to himself in disbelief as a figure appeared before his blurred eyes.
He shook his head again telling himself and the figure, "Not you. Not yet."
Jim Moriarty's very close up face appeared near Sherlock's. He was smiling sinisterly. He looked wolfish. It was all a very similar sequence to when Sherlock had been drugged by the chemical field in the case from Dartmoor.
Sherlock reached out to push the face away still saying, "No. Not yet."
"Ah," Sherlock woke with a start from his drug infested dream. His head fell as it still felt heavy like lead from the drugs. His eyes dazed as he looked across the room. It moved too slowly for him to make any useful deductions. He only noticed he was in a bedroom. It was a luxurious room from the style of the furniture and the colors used on the furniture.
He allowed his eyes to close. He felt his arms, bound expertly to a stiff chair. Slowly, he began tugging at the bindings, trying to loosen them in the slightest way.
In the distance he heard the door to the bedroom open as a figure walked in. Sherlock tried opening his heavy eye lids. The drugs seemed to call him back to the darkness.
"So you've woken up," Jim Moriarty's voice seemed to echo from the other side of the room. Sherlock could tell Jim was closer, but the drugs were simply messing with his senses. Jim was suddenly very close to Sherlock's face, carefully inspecting Sherlock. "Well at least somewhat awake."
Sherlock didn't have the strength to move away from the consulting criminal. He closed his eyes to try shutting him out so he could rest for the moment. He needed to regain himself.
"Hm," Jim caressed Sherlock's cheek with his soft hand, "I guess I should give you some time." Jim lightly slapped Sherlock's cheek to awaken him, before he walked away.
Sherlock tried to clear his mind, but felt he was slipping.
"Fight it," Jim whispered suddenly behind Sherlock, stroking his dark curly hair. "I need you clear minded to play our little game."
Sherlock felt a wave of control over himself. He flinched away from Jim as far as his bounds would allow him to.
"Good," Jim sing songed before getting up to pace. "You're coming back, my pet."
"Don't-" Sherlock managed.
"Now, now, remember I own you. You're mine. You won't be telling me what to do."
"You're a psychopath…" Sherlock breathed.
Jim smirked shaking his head. Then he was up in Sherlock's face very quickly. He snarled at Sherlock and shouted, "I dare you to say that again!"
Sherlock flinched back, seeming to wake up from the drugs more.
"You're a…" Sherlock continued, but Jim stopped him by pressing his fingers across Sherlock's mouth.
"Sherlock Holmes," Jim mumbled as he came closer to the detective. To Sherlock's alarm Jim straddled the chair he sat in, both legs around Sherlock. "The great Sherlock Holmes." Jim played with Sherlock's curls with one hand and caressed his face and neck with the other. "You're all mine.
"Do you want to know how our game plays out Sherlock?" Jim asked his voice returning to normal.
Sherlock had woken up more at Jim uncomfortably being across his lap, invading Sherlock's personal space. "Oh, let me guess," he slurred slightly, "You torture me and try to 'break' me until you finally kill me."
Jim mocked a hurt look. "Won't that just be ordinary? So predictable! You have to stop being so ordinary Sherlock. No, no," Jim continued to caress Sherlock's face feeling his rough eyebrows and milky white cheeks. "I will break you. I will ruin you. I want to take everything from you." Then he whispered a word that brought Sherlock to full attention, "Virgin."
Sherlock stiffened as his mind put together what was going to happen. Jim laughed quietly to himself before pulling himself closer.
Sherlock squirmed feeling the other man's lips on his neck, softly kissing him.
"Does this make you feel uncomfortable?" Jim asked, "Because honey it's about to get worse."
Jim began prying at the top button on Sherlock's shirt, easily sliding it a part. Sherlock pulled on his bounds to free himself but to no avail.
"Oh, we can take those off if you want. You just have to promise me…"
"Promise what?" Sherlock asked reserved.
"That you'll do as I say."
"Why would I ever-"
"I have leverage you know. Just because you come with me willingly doesn't mean my snipers have been called off. Don't believe me?"
"I-"
"Just say it. Say you'll be a good pet and do as I say."
Sherlock looked Jim over suspiciously unsure whether to call his bluff.
Jim became impatient. He pulled out his phone to begin dialing numbers. "Well I guess Mrs. Hudson had a good run."
"No!" Sherlock said suddenly. He didn't want to risk it. He couldn't. "Please," he pleaded as Jim lowered the phone looking expectantly at Sherlock.
"Say it," Jim drawled out.
"I…" Sherlock hesitated, "I'll do what you say, just don't hurt her."
"Good," Jim said as he got off of Sherlock. He returned with a knife. Once again he straddled the detective. "It's going to be alright Sherlock," Jim began speaking as he gently held the knife up to Sherlock's jaw. He then set about cutting off the bindings. "I'll be gentle, for now, my virgin."
When both of his hands were freed, Sherlock reacted quickly. He grabbed Jim by the throat and stood up rushing toward the bed.
Jim laughed. "You want it rough then?"
"No," Sherlock scowled, "I want to know the code or whatever it is to call off the snipers."
Jim's face turned sour. "Oh Sherlock, no code will call them off, not one I'll ever let you find out. If they even hear you've left my place all of them will be gone. You're trapped. You're under my control. How should I punish you for this?" Jim squirmed under Sherlock's grip. "Maybe the doctor could lose a hand? It'd be a shame, not being able to perform surgery anymore."
Sherlock loosened his grip. He was in shock. He had lost.
Jim took advantage of the moment to swing around so Sherlock was lying on the bed as Jim straddled his hips. Sherlock lied there defeated and motionless as Jim began unbuttoning his shirt further.
Sherlock's shirt was pulled off and Jim began to explore his torso. Jim left kisses along his neck, sucking lightly on the skin. Eventually, he reached Sherlock's mouth. Sherlock kept his lips tight to prevent Jim from invading. Jim fought his way into Sherlock's mouth. It didn't last for long.
"Get up," Jim commanded, rolling off of Sherlock.
Sherlock stood before Jim shirtless. "Oh dear," Jim looked at Sherlock deliciously. "Take off your trousers."
Sherlock complied stripping down to just his shorts.
"All the way Sherlock."
He hesitated before removing the final article of clothing, but eventually it was gone.
"Oh, look what you've been hiding form everyone," Jim said snarkily, mocking the consulting detective. "Now come back to Daddy."
Sherlock walked awkwardly back to the bed, looking for a way out. Jim patted it for Sherlock to sit down. Once he was sitting, Jim wrapped his arms around Sherlock's torso and began kissing his shoulder blades. Sherlock kept staring ahead trying to put his mind elsewhere.
Jim stood and began removing his own clothes. Once he was naked, he commanded, "Roll over."
Jim straddled Sherlock and reached for Sherlock's cock, which began to become hard at his touch. Sherlock's face reddened. He'd never been touched like this. Sherlock's breathing deepened and he felt Jim smiling behind him.
With one hand on Sherlock's cock, Jim traced a lubed finger around Sherlock's entrance. Sherlock felt his head spinning. This wasn't happening. Almost instinctively he tried to push Jim off, but he was pinned. He heard Jim quietly laugh behind him knowing he was a trapped animal.
Then there was sudden pain as Jim drove a finger into Sherlock's tight hole. His entire body convulsed. Jim allowed it to sit there before he moved it in and out slowly.
Sherlock nearly screamed as a second finger was added. Sweat dripped down his face. Jim squeezed Sherlock's hardened member tighter as he began scissoring with his other hand.
When Jim removed his fingers, Sherlock's body began trembling. He knew what was coming as Jim sat into position.
"Sh," Jim shushed Sherlock, stroking his back, giving him little kisses on his back.
Sherlock's body stiffened, feeling Jim's lips on his back.
"You've got to learn to trust me, Sherlock," Jim whispered as his hard cock moved around and pressed into Sherlock's entrance.
Sherlock made an attempt to move away. Jim grabbed Sherlock's curly brown locks violently to pull him back. "You don't want the doctor to get hurt, do you?" Jim asked, his voice dripping with poison. Then he forced his cock into Sherlock.
Sherlock gasped from pain and surprise. He nearly screamed. He clawed at the sheets of the bed.
Jim moaned letting his cock just sit there. He loosened his grip on Sherlock's hair.
He began thrusting slowly, increasing his pace. Sherlock continued to gasp, trying to catch his breath. This task became even more difficult as Jim began stroking Sherlock's cock teasingly.
"J-Jim," Sherlock gasped.
Jim simply moaned continuing to thrust and stroke Sherlock even faster.
Sherlock felt horrible. He had lost control of everything.
"Jim," he panted again.
With his free hand, Jim grabbed Sherlock's hair tightly as he came.
Sherlock moaned unpleasantly and felt Jim smile into his back as he began to release his grip on Sherlock's hair.
"Oh, Sherlock," Jim whispered, kissing Sherlock's shoulder blades. Jim moved his hand faster on Sherlock's cock. Sherlock sputtered before finally coming on Jim's hand.
Jim smirked, getting up. Sherlock collapsed from exhaustion and shock. His eyes were wide and he curled into himself. His mind didn't know what to think. He was so confused and lost.
Jim opened a drawer by the bed behind Sherlock. Next thing Sherlock knew there was a prick at his neck. Sherlock thrashed around, but felt his world move slowly as he felt himself being drugged. "Just a sedative to put you to sleep," Jim informed Sherlock when their eyes met.
Sherlock tried to say something, but his brain was shutting down.
Jim reached toward Sherlock as the lights in his head began to flicker off. A small kiss was placed on Sherlock's lips as the lights flickered off.
In the distance Sherlock heard Jim tell him in a mocking tone, "The game has just begun."
Thanks for reading! Feel free to leave suggestions. I'm not exactly sure where this is going to go, so I'd greatly appreciate any thoughts! New chapter to be posted soon.
