A bittersweet price to pay.
Chapter two: blackmail
atomic goddess
Hey again! Just to let you know, this fanfic is not
going to be all smut. Its going to be about 90% smut
and 10% whatever I come up with cause that's life
and I'm in high school so you know everything's like
perfection.
Kidding.
But really thank you sooooo much for reading this I
hope y'all are enjoying it!
As usual, in 3rd person.
" Oh, God! Moriarty? You're, you're…." Sherlock
stutters as James snickers to himself. " Yes. Yes
it's me Sherlock. You of all people should have
known that I would eventually know everything about
you, including where you live." Jim pushes himself
past the doorway and shoulders the stunned man.
As he starts up the stairs, he pauses, and looks
back. Jim holds up his video camera, " Oh and
Sherly, I have a little video I want you and your little
boyfriend to see." " He's not my boyfriend." Sherlock
mutters, and Jim turns around, " This camera proves
otherwise." Sherlock, curious and angry at the same
time, follows the attractive villain up the stairs and
thru the doorway into his and John's flat. Jim
casually looks at the doctor, " Hello John. I have a
little something I want to show to you. Sherlock, sit
down." He sits down next to John and Jim plops
himself down between ( more like on ) the two.
Sherlock and John curse the professor softly, and
Jim bitch-slaps them. " We will have none of that!
You two are disturbing the people around you all; we
are watching a movie." " You're hurting our legs!"
Sherlock protests, rubbing his cheek as Jim sets up
his video camera. Professor Moriarty looks at him
with a small smile on his face. He picks up an empty
cup and holds it up to Sherlock's eye level, " Here's
my cup of care. Oh wait! IT'S EMPTY!" Jim drops the
cup onto the floor, making it crack into a thousand
pieces. Sherlock rolls his eyes and attempts to get
up, but Jim shifts his weight onto the detective's leg.
Jim says in a low voice, " Let me make this clear: no
one is moving." Sherlock and John stop struggling
and sit still, mildly afraid of what the villain would do
to them if they continued to. Jim starts the video,
and John and Sherlock watch in horror as they
realize that that sneaky bastard , James Moriarty,
had videotaped them together. After a couple of
minutes of Jim shaking his head and saying, " My,
what naughty little boys you two are!" John punches
the camera out of Jim's hand. He yells, " WHAT IS
WRONG WITH YOU? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT
WOULD HAPPEN TO US IF THIS GOT OUT? I-" Jim
places his fingers on the doctor's lips, and Sherlock
glares at him, " Get your hands off of him!" James
Moriarty swings back his hand again, and they flinch.
He smirks at both of them and looks back at his
intact camera, the video still going. He picks it up
and watches the rest of the video, clicking his
tongue and shaking his head. Sherlock and John are
blushing furiously due to the audio of the video.
After it's done, he sets it on the table. " Now, the way
that I see it, you have two options: One, you two
become my property and I save this video for a rainy
day, or two, you two refuse to become my property
and I ruin your life. John will be in prison for rape,
and Sherlock's life, well, I'm sure he'll turn to
something other than cases to get himself high. And
then he will also be arrested, and both your
reputations and relations will be destroyed." Jim
paces back and forth, smiling softly at Sherlock. He
speaks up, feeling uncomfortable with his
handsome archnemesis eye's on him, " You
wouldn't dare blackmail us." The professor laughs
maniacally then stops abruptly, " After all this time,
you don't know that I want you, Sherlock? Even if it
means I have to blackmail you and your lover and
make you both my sex slaves?" John objects, " Sex
slaves is out of the bloody option here you will not
abuse my boyfriend!" Sherlock hugs John and the
older man holds him close to his chest. Jim looks at
them pitifully, " Aw. How sickeningly sweet. After
what he did to you Sherlock, you love him?" Sherlock
stubbornly nods his head. Jim walks swiftly towards
the object of his fantasies, grabs him, and bites him,
making his lips bleed. Sherlock whimpers due to a
sharp prick in his neck, and John pushes Moriarty
away. Sherlock's blood staining his teeth, Jim
smiles. " My, well you are obviously going to be a
challenge for me aren't you John!" He turns to
Sherlock, who is clearly feeling the effects of the
sedatives he put into him, " How would you describe
your little friend Tressa Rose-Marie Smythe?" The
blonde man clearly bristles, " What does Tressa have
to do with you blackmailing us?" After a pause, Jim
dramatically sighs, " I'm waiting!" Sherlock drowsily
answers, " Tressa is a brunette, about 140 pounds,
5'6". She has green eyes and is a curvy, teenage
British-American. She is a rebel without a cause and
the sex symbol of the London Underground
Anarchists. Tressa is very smart and plays the piano
beautifully, despite the stereotypes against her punk
style. So if that's it, you… can.. go-" He collapses due
to the sedatives. Jim, feigning puzzlement,
comments, " I didn't catch that last part Sherly come
again?" Looking at Sherlock and then back at
Moriarty, John gets up and swings his arm back,
preparing to hit the professor. James grabs his arm,
twists it until he screams, and plunges a hypodermic
needle into his vein. Dr. Watson's eyes roll into the
back of his head and he falls to the ground. Standing
between the two lovers and getting out zip ties from
his pockets, Jim smiles as he wonders what the hell
he's going to do with his little sex toys. As he bends
over Sherlock, tying up his wrists, he whispers, " Oh
Sherlock, the things I'm going to do to you, the
things I'll make you do and see. Sherly, I hope you
know I love you."
This chapter was necessary, therefore, it sucked.
However next one will be savory, promise.
When I post the next chapter, I want you all to R&R it
so many times your eyes bleed.
KK?
Kk.
Danke! Arigato! Grazie! Gracias! Dank u! Merci! Xie xie! Thank you!
Atomic goddess