Sherlock found himself staring at the ceiling, wondering what direction he was allowing himself to go. He could see John twitching about nervously, out of the corner of his eye. He knew John's sobriety was getting to the ex-soldier. He could see him scratching at his arms and he willed himself to stay put and leave the man be. He squeezed his eyes closed and tried to think about his current situation.
"Sherlock, what is this?" John's voice floated in his ear.
Sherlock felt fingers on his throat and a slight tugging at his scarf. His eyes flew open.
"Nothing!" he shouted, "Nothing at all!"
He tried to leap away from the smaller man, but a single hand pressed against his chest and smoldering blue eyes stared into his. He faltered at the angry look in John's eyes.
"I-it's just a collar," Sherlock said in a tiny voice.
"Why?" John questioned, anger ringing in his voice.
"I j-just…" Sherlock trailed off, unsure of what he could say.
John's eyes moved back to the collar and he put his fingers on the small, silver tag. Sherlock's breath hitched as the man's eyes flicked back and forth, reading the engraving. His eyes darted up to Sherlock's face.
"Why would you have something like this engraved on a collar tag?" John asked him, his voice clear and calm.
Sherlock's heart beat wildly against his chest and he couldn't think of a good enough lie.
"I just want you to own me," Sherlock whispered.
"I see," John answered, his eyes flicking back to the tag, "And when did you decide that?"
"Not too long ago," Sherlock answered, "You said I was yours…and I liked it. And then I looked up some things and I saw this thing about collars. It was amazing and I wanted it and I thought maybe you did too and so I went to this shop and the lady picked this out for me. And I told her I wanted the tag to say this. She said that purple means taming of someone who is very high and mighty and that's what you did, John you tamed me. And I want to be yours and I'll never leave you and I'll be good."
Sherlock realized he was starting to sound incredibly pathetic so he snapped his mouth shut. John's eyes were still on the collar and the tag. Sherlock saw a war waging in his face and wondered if he was trying to decide if what Sherlock said was true.
"I love you," Sherlock blurted.
John's eyes flew up to his.
"Are you lying?" John asked in a low tone.
"No," Sherlock answered earnestly, "I love you. I never loved anyone before, John."
"Good," John whispered, "But you'll have to wait. I'm having withdrawals and I will have them for a while. Once they are gone. I will have you. You will be mine and no one can take you. Understood?"
Sherlock felt shivers go up and down his spine.
"Yes," he managed to squeak out.
"Yes what?" John said in a dangerously low voice.
"Yes, sir," Sherlock whispered.
"That's a good boy," John leaned forward and petted Sherlock's head.
Sherlock practically purred with the touch. John's lips briefly met his and then he was gone. Out of the flat within a few minutes. Sherlock whimpered quietly at the loss of John. He wasn't sure what John's leaving meant and it scared him. his phone beeped him out of his self-pity. He looked down to find a text from none other than the man who just left.
Just going to Mycroft, so he can isolate me somewhere while my withdrawals are going through. –JW
Sherlock smiled and quickly texted back.
I will miss you. I love you. –SH
Within seconds his text was returned.
I will miss you too. Be good until I get home. I love you too. –JW
Sherlock's heart thumped wildly against his chest at John's last statement. He brought his fingers up to brush them across his collar. He said he loves me…
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