He was alone when he woke up in the bedroom the next morning. He felt his mind sharpen as he pulled on his clothing from yesterday dispersed across the soft, creamy carpet.
Was John wondering where Sherlock was? John must have been confused when he returned to find the flat empty the night before. Sherlock's phone was missing. Jim had probably confiscated it at some point when Sherlock was drugged the night before.
Sherlock's superior senses began to work. There was movement downstairs. Sherlock never sat still waiting for things to come to him, unless it was necessary for solving a case. He always confronted things head on. Just because he didn't know where he was didn't mean he would just sit there waiting.
The bedroom door was unlocked as Sherlock budged it open. He crept down the stairs on his guard. Moriarty could be anywhere. At the bottom of the stairs, Sherlock spotted two large doors, obviously exit doors. Before he could make a move for the doors to his escape a voice interrupted him.
"That won't end well for your friends…or you."
Sherlock sighed sharply, recognizing Jim's voice behind him. "I guess you've already had your snipers get in position," Sherlock stated not turning to face the man.
When he finally got around turning to face the consulting criminal he noticed Jim was already dressed in an expensive suit. He gave Sherlock a small, sinister smile, knowing how he had dominated Sherlock the night before. Jim turned to walk back down the hallway he had come from.
Sherlock looked at the doors again suddenly noticing something he had missed. Stupid, he thought. The doors were wired to electricity. Opening the door would send an electric volt to the opener that could knock them unconscious for a while. It was obvious too. Jim had installed the system to purposely be in plain sight to Sherlock, with one of the wires frayed and sticking out from the closed door. Then he turned to face the hallway Jim had disappeared down. Light emitted from a single room down the hall.
The room was a study. Tall bookcases decorated a side of a wall. An expensive mahogany desk sat in front of a large bay window. Jim sat in a plush chair behind the desk. He was reading through something, lost in the words. Sherlock walked toward the bookcases inspecting the many books occupying the shelves.
"You know," Sherlock said, "people will come looking for me. John's probably already begun searching."
Jim chuckled. "You're right there. He's been to see Mycroft already. He hasn't taken any extreme measures yet though. Would you like to see him? Don't worry I knew you would."
A television set flickered on in the room displaying a look at 221 B Baker Street. John was in the picture writing on his laptop. Sherlock noticed by his posture that he was slightly in distress. Mycroft had likely told him not to worry about Sherlock that he was off solving a case. John was worried though. He knew what was on the line for Sherlock.
Sherlock couldn't remember the last time someone had worried for him, besides Mrs. Hudson of course. John was a good friend.
Sherlock stiffened as arms wrapped around his torso. "Looks a little sad doesn't he?" Jim said into Sherlock's ear. "You miss him don't you? Imagine if he knew what happened to you last night."
Sherlock squeezed his eyes shut. Jim began placing kisses on his neck, sucking softly at the skin. Jim kept invading his personal space. He couldn't find a safe space in his mind that Jim wasn't trying to infest.
"He'd probably be horrified. Do you think he would still want to be around you?" Jim taunted as Sherlock watched John moving about on the screen.
Something snapped in Sherlock. His elbow made contact with Jim's nose, whacking him away from Sherlock. Jim had gone too far. He had done too much.
Jim's arms retracted from Sherlock's waist and he stepped away, gripping his nose that gushed blood. Sherlock smiled smugly for his own sake. His small victory didn't last long though.
Soon enough Jim was back in Sherlock's personal space, tugging harmfully on his curly hair with an outraged look on his face. "When will you learn?" he shouted. He threw Sherlock's head down as he released Sherlock's hair. Jim pulled out his phone, pressing a few buttons. He pointed back to the screen.
In horror, Sherlock saw a red dot cross over John's forehead. "No," Sherlock gasped.
Jim pressed a few other buttons, mumbling, "Too soon." The channel was turned to show Mrs. Hudson. She was carefully descending the stairs. A gun shot rang out. "No!" Sherlock shouted. She hadn't been hit. The bullet simply grazed past her. However, the shock took a toll on her. She began to take a painful fall down the stairs. It was a fall that clearly broke one of her already weak ankles. Sherlock couldn't move away from the screen. He looked on in shock.
"You see," Jim said angrily, twisting Sherlock's head around to meet his face, "what happens when you don't behave?"
Sherlock felt the wind knocked out of him as Jim powerfully punched him in the stomach. The smaller man didn't look it, but he was strong. Sherlock clutched his stomach, doubling over in pain. Another blow was given when Sherlock made an attempt to stand upright. He fell to his knees before Jim, completely at his mercy.
"You're lucky I don't break your pretty little face," Jim's rage seemed to be calming as he reached down to caress Sherlock's soft cheek. "Maybe you need to be taught a lesson," Jim mumbled.
Jim reached to unzip the zipper on his trousers. Sherlock felt his face flush, feeling uncomfortably too close to that region of Jim's.
Jim's member was getting hard from expectations. He pulled his trousers and shorts down in one motion. "Don't you know dear," he said quietly, "your resistance only makes Daddy want you more. If you behave and do as you are told, you won't have to see your friends go through such painful events." Sherlock couldn't escape into his mind if Jim kept talking. He stared straight ahead at Jim's twitching member. "Put it in your mouth," Jim commanded.
Sherlock looked disgusted as Jim pushed his cock forward. Sherlock took the cock into his mouth feeling Jim shiver with delight.
"Now don't be shy, start to suck on it," Jim told him from above, gripping Sherlock's hair.
Sherlock did as he was told, hating himself for it. Jim began moving Sherlock's head by his hair up and down his shaft in a rhythm. He began bobbing Sherlock's head faster and faster. Sherlock felt himself getting dizzy. It was too deep. He couldn't breathe. "This will…teach you…a lesson," Jim groaned as he came in Sherlock's mouth.
"Swallow," Jim instructed as Sherlock tried to get the warm liquid down.
Jim removed his cock, pulling his trousers back on. He walked back to his desk leaving Sherlock on his knees. Jim pressed more keys on his phone. "I guess the officers should know that John Watson is indeed at your flat. It's about time they found him. He's still wanted right? You both resisted arrest. I bet the officers will look for answers as to where you've gone from him," he informed Sherlock standing over him now. "Well this is yet another punishment I guess for misbehaving. I hope you've learned your lesson. And for your sake, I hope John can withstand the interrogations." He left the room, leaving Sherlock alone.
Finally alone, Sherlock attempted to escape to his mind palace. The phone was key to his freedom and his friend's protection. Moriarty had been punching keys into it to threaten Sherlock. If he could get his hands on the phone perhaps he could pull Moriarty's plan apart. Then Sherlock could begin planning his escape. He could always find a way to get a message to John or Mycroft, allowing protection.
At some point, Sherlock dozed off in the study while thinking in his mind trying to form a plan. He was still nestled on the elegant couch facing the blank television when Jim returned to the room hours later.
It was dark outside now. Jim had been dealing with other business. Many still believed he had the key to unlock any door, even though it had simply been the power of bribery and manipulation. Then there had been the terrorist group from Sri Lanka, they were looking to scramble up the government of India for a few days.
Jim smiled slightly at Sherlock's body curled up on the couch. He walked over to the detective to caress his face, giving him a kiss on the lips. Sherlock's eyes opened slowly then realized who was kissing him. He seemed to resolve though since people he cared about were at risk.
So he learned his lesson, Jim thought.
"Come with me," Jim held his hand. Sherlock took it after hesitating, and then Jim began leading Sherlock to the bedroom.
Tonight, Jim would teach Sherlock another lesson.
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