A/N: Sorry again for such a long time in between chapters.

Warnings: Non-Con, Dub-Con, Double Penetration, drug abuse.


"Oh John!" Moriarty called out cheerfully when he entered the room. "I've got such a wonderful surprise for you!"

John gritted his teeth and wondered what horror awaited him now. He was sitting on the bed, fully clothed, waiting since the moment Moriarty's henchmen had dumped him in there. Now Moriarty had finally showed up with Moran in tow, looking like he was a kid on his birthday.

He stood before John and held out a phone. It took John a moment to recognize it as his mobile; the one Moriarty had taken off him. His eyes widened, wondering what Moriarty could possibly want with John's phone. Almost as if answering the question John hadn't spoken aloud Moriarty turned the phone on. "You've had some very interesting messages since you've been with us Johnny. Listening to them is always a treat."

He went into John's voicemail inbox and put it on speaker so they could all hear. "Hi John, it's Greg. Just checking –"

"Booring!" Moriarty pressed the delete button.

"John, it's Greg again. I'm getting worried can you –"

"Dull." Moriarty deleted that as well. And so it went for a few more of Greg's messages until Moriarty finally stopped and they listened to one to completion."

"It's, well it's Sherlock. He's in a bad way." Greg said on the message and John felt his blood run cold. In a bad way how? Oh God Sherlock, what have you been doing? John thought miserably. His mind raced with all kinds of possibilities and horrible images crossed his mind.

"But wait, this one is my favorite." Jim said, sharing a smirk with Moran before pressing play.

"John?" His breath hitched the moment he heard Sherlock's voice on the recording. "It's me, it's Sherlock. I know you'll probably delete this and I've called you so many times unable to leave a message until now. But I just wanted to say that I…I want you to come home. I…I miss you. Please John. I'll be here, waiting for you. I love you."

John looked away and bit down on his tongue, trying to keep the tears that were threatening to start from falling. He wasn't about to cry in front of Moriarty.

"Aww, how sweet." Jim said with false saccharine. "He misses you."

Moran chuckled and John shot him a nasty look, ready to tear his head off.

"How much do you think it will destroy him to learn that you belong to someone else?" Moriarty asked, gripping the underside of John's chin and forcing him to look. "That you've been fucked by someone else?" He licked a stripe up John's throat and then turned towards Sebastian. "Get the camera."

The moment Moriarty's back was turned; John lunged for him, ready to tear his head off. His hand had just brushed against Moriarty's skin when Moran restrained him. Moriarty went through the dresser and turned around holding a syringe, the biggest smile on his face. "We're going to do things a bit differently this time pet."

Moran grabbed John's hair and pulled his head to the side, elongating his neck. The moment Moriarty started moving closer, John started to struggle. Jim tilted his head so his face was aligned with John's. "Don't worry Johnny, you're going to enjoy this." He jabbed the needle into John's neck and pushed down until the contents were empty. John tried to get free of Moran's grip until he started to feel woozy. His eyes started to droop as the drugs took effect. He felt like he was floating until he realized it was Moran, placing him on the bed.

"Nighty-night." Jim sing-songed, waving at John as his eyes shut.

XXXX

When John awoke, he felt like his skin was on fire. He looked around desperately, trying to figure out where he was and what had happened to him. He needed…something. He had no idea what but he could feel it, this urge inside him for something he couldn't put to words.

And then a hand stroked up his chest and he knew. Touch, he needed to be touched. "How do you feel?" Moriarty asked, his voice sounding strange, as if John were underwater. John shook his head, trying to clear it but the strange sensation remained. "Drink." Jim ordered, placing a cup to John's lips. John did so willingly; the water moistening his throat was the best he had ever tasted.

"What did you…do…to me?" John asked, the water making his throat feel less painfully dry.

"I gave you a drug cocktail of my own design. Part ecstasy, part Viagra, part hallucinogenic with some other things thrown in. Now we're going to have some fun."

Moriarty grazed his hand down John's chest until it came to rest on his groin. It was only then that John realized he was hard, painfully hard, achingly hard. Jim gave his dick a few strokes and John arched up off the bed, moaning loudly.

"Don't." John said, trying to move but having difficulty getting his body to respond to anything other than the attention his penis was receiving. "Stop." He said desperately.

"Don't stop?" Jim grinned wickedly. "All right, I won't."

He bent his head and sucked one of John's nipples into his mouth, tugging at it with his teeth. John groaned and found his hands seemed to have a mind of their own. One ran through Jim's hair while the other was placed on his back, holding his master to him.

"That's right pet, enjoy it." Moriarty said bringing his face up closer and pressing his lips to John's. John groaned and pulled Jim closer to him, kissing him deeply.

When Jim pulled back, his face shifted and changed. John blinked a few times, trying to figure out what was happening. Until Jim was no longer there and in his place was a thin, pale face with sharp cheekbones, striking grey eyes and a mop of curly dark hair.

"Oh." John breathed, feeling his entire body relax. Sherlock was there, he had found him, rescued him. John smiled widely and hugged Sherlock to him. He flipped them over so Sherlock was on his back and John kissed him passionately, only breaking away to come up for air. "I missed you."

Sherlock raised his hand and caressed John's face. John pressed against the touch, closing his eyes. But with his eyes closed, his mind was tugging at something, trying to remind him of something. How could Sherlock be here? What had happened to Moriarty?

John blinked again and every time he did, the man before him changed, switching between Sherlock and Moriarty, distorting reality. You've been drugged, John told himself. He ran his fingers through Sherlock's unruly curls and they felt wrong but his brain kept telling him it was right.

"John." Sherlock said affectionately, sitting up to kiss him. "Let me make love to you."

"Yes." John said right away, without pausing to think about it. His cock was verging on painful and he needed to come.

Sherlock slicked up his fingers and slowly inserted one inside John. John clung to Sherlock, sucking and nibbling at his neck. "I've wanted this for so long." John said, kissing across Sherlock's collarbone. "Take me."

"Of course." Sherlock grinned and brought their lips together again. Sherlock now had three fingers inside John and John pushed back against them greedily, grinding his hips down so he was practically riding them.

Sherlock brushed his fingers against John's prostate and his head snapped back, moaning obscenely. Sherlock bent his head down and started sucking at John's neck. "Please." John begged, digging his fingers into Sherlock's shoulders. "I need your cock. Fuck me, please. Fuck me."

"As you wish." Sherlock said, kissing John again as he removed his fingers.

"Need you." John murmured against Sherlock's lips.

Sherlock chuckled and started to lube up his prick. John watched hungrily, his whole body aching to be penetrated. The moment Sherlock was ready, John positioned himself over him, grabbed the base of his cock and sunk down. John's body stretched to compensate as he took Sherlock bit by bit.

"John." Sherlock groaned, grasping at John's hips as he took Sherlock the whole way in. John rolled his hips, reaching out to grab the headboard for leverage. He stared down at Sherlock, thinking about how long it had been since he'd seen that face. Too long, it had been much too long. He remembered when he'd been caged for two weeks and Sherlock had broken in to see him. Even then they couldn't bear to be apart for that long.

"John, tell me you love me." Sherlock requested between gasps, staring up at John lovingly as John pulled more wonderful sounds from Sherlock's mouth.

"I love you." John said bending down to capture Sherlock's lips. Sherlock gripped John's hips hard and shoved up into him. John broke away in order to let out a filthy moan. "Yes, come on, fuck me."

Sherlock complied, bringing John down to meet his thrusts up. Without warning, John came, spilling himself over Sherlock's chest and stomach. Sherlock groaned and followed almost immediately, filling John with his seed. John fell to the side, boneless and exhausted. Sherlock turned to face him and ran his fingers through John's hair. John smiled and moved closer, wrapping his arm around Sherlock. It didn't take long for John to fall asleep, feeling blissfully happy to have Sherlock with him again.

XXXX

John awoke feeling dehydrated and groggy but that was nothing compared to how he felt when he opened his eyes and noticed he was sleeping in Moriarty's arms. He quickly untangled himself and sat up, inching further and further away. This was the first time he had ever spent the night in Moriarty's bed and even though a warm bed was preferable to his cage, he didn't enjoy the company.

He was just about to ease off the bed when Moriarty spoke, his voice still husky from sleep. "Get back here."

John froze, unsure what to do. He desperately needed a glass of water and putting his clothes back on would be nice. But disobeying Moriarty would be more trouble than it was worth. So John eased back into the bed and Moriarty instantly curled up against him, resting his head on John's chest. John's whole body was ridged as Jim brushed his fingers through the bit of hair John had on his chest and John could feel Moriarty's morning erection against his hip.

Jim sighed contentedly and started to rut against him, sliding his hardness up and down John's side. "I usually have someone brought in to deal with this." Moriarty confessed, letting out a breathy moan. "This is much more convenient."

Moriarty moved so he was on top of John, burying his face in John's neck. He thrust against John's body, his length pressing against John's stomach, leaving smears of precome. Jim started sucking at the skin at John's neck and a shiver of revulsion ran through him. Moriarty let out a visceral growl and pulled away, grabbing John's face and forcing it up to Jim's chest.

"Suck." Moriarty commanded, placing one tiny pink nipple against John's pursed lips. John reluctantly parted them and suckled at the bump until it hardened in his mouth. Jim held his head, not letting John up, forcing him to inhale sharply through his nose.

"Yes! Oh Yes!" Moriarty cried out, grinding roughly against John until he spilled himself all over John's stomach. He bent forward and kissed John solidly on the mouth before rolling off. He grabbed his dressing gown and put it on before sliding off the bed. "Get yourself cleaned up." Moriarty said over his shoulder as he went to shower.

John found some tissues and used them to clean himself up as best he could. When Jim came back from showering, John was just starting to put his clothes on, glaring at the other man. It caught Jim's attention and he walked over, placing one still slightly damp hand on John's cheek.

"Oh darling, don't look at me like that." Moriarty gave John's cheek a rough pat that left it stinging. "You've been here over a month, you know how this goes."

"Yes, I do." John said, jerking his head out of Moriarty's grip and starting to put on his shoes.

"Yes, you do…" Moriarty echoed, frowning in concentration. "So something has changed. Didn't like sharing my bed for the night? Or the fact that I had you twice in a row? The drugs?"

John averted his eyes.

"Ah, the drugs then. But something more than that. Last night was the first time you've had an orgasm since you've been here. That's what's got you upset. You don't like the idea that you might enjoy sex with me because then you'd have to admit that you enjoy being a pet. You enjoy being dominated because you're not good at anything else."

"You're wrong." John said, standing up. Jim shoved him back onto the bed and crawled onto it with him, placing himself behind John.

"Then what is it pet? Tell daddy everything." Jim said nipping at the shell of John's ear.

"Isn't it enough that you invade my body whenever you want, now you have to invade my mind as well?" John bit out angrily.

"You don't get it yet, do you Johnny?" Jim inquired, ghosting his lips over John's neck and making him shudder. "You're mine." Jim growled and bit down on his neck, breaking the skin. "Every inch of you is mine. Including what's up here."

Moriarty pressed a single finger to John's temple.

"Everything. All mine." Moriarty said as he trailed his finger down John's torso until in settled over his groin. "Mine." He snarled, giving it a squeeze. "And I will do with it what I want."

Jim undid the zip on John's trousers and pulled out his cock. "Do you think this is over?" Moriarty hissed against John's ear as he stroked him. "It's not. It's never over because you'll never get away from me Johnny. You think Sherlock will save you? He won't. I'm much too clever to let him take my prize away. I think I'll kill him in front of you, let you watch him die so you understand that there is no hope. And until then, I will do what I want with you."

John swallowed hard and tried to keep down the tears threatening to appear at the corners of his eyes. He didn't bother saying anything, there was nothing to say at this point. He was trapped and there's was nothing he could do about it. If Sherlock came to rescue him, Sherlock would die. If Sherlock didn't come, he would be stuck in this life forever.

"Bored now." Jim said when John's dick refused to harden for him. He took his hand away and rolled off the bed. "Sebastian!"

Moran appeared in the doorway almost instantly.

"Make sure Johnny gets back to his cage." Jim instructed as he left the room. Moran nodded and turned his attention to John.

"Uh, you might want to put that away." He said with his eyes flickering down to John's crotch.

"Right." John slipped himself back into his trousers. "Because walking around with my willy out would definitely be the most embarrassing thing that's happened since I've been here."

Moran snorted at John's sarcastic comment. "Well leave it out if you want then, I won't mind."

John looked up at Moriarty's second in command and was met with a somewhat friendly smile. It was off-putting, especially when you considered the amount of times this man had hit him. "I think your boss might." John contradicted, standing up and squaring his shoulders.

"Right you are." Moran agreed, grabbing John by his forearm and leading him out of the room.

XXXXX

It got to the point where the drugs were something of a comfort. Instead of being raped, John could get lost in his mind, a mind where Sherlock was with him. The problem was the morning after when he'd wake up in Moriarty's arms and the illusion was gone.

He didn't like to think about all the things he said and did while he brain was muddled with drugs. He said things he didn't mean, did things he never would have if he had been in his right mind. But it was all a lie and thankfully the drugs kept most of it a hazy memory. But he always remembered Moriarty's smug grin in the morning as he got off with John a second time, without the drugs, reminding John of his situation and how helpless he truly was.

However the strangest part about it was finding comfort in a place he had not expected. Every morning after Jim left, Moran would be sent in. He'd give John a tentative smile and they'd exchange a few words. As the days went on, Moran's grip on John's forearm as he led him back to the basement became looser and looser until they'd simply walk down the hall side by side until they passed someone and Moran would grab John just for show.

John had no idea what to make of it until he discovered the reason for Moran's kindness. He was having his usual nightly session with Moriarty, drugged as always, when something strange happened. Something new and alien was pushed inside him, stretching him further. It took longer for his drug-addled mind to supply that they were someone else's fingers.

"What's going on?" John asked, staring down at Sherlock.

"Shh, it's alright. You'll like this, I promise." Sherlock said, running his hands up and down John's thighs comfortingly.

He continued riding Sherlock's cock as more fingers were pushed inside him, stretching him further than he'd ever been before. John turned his head to see but when he looked at the person behind him, all he saw was a blank face.

John felt terrified as the faceless man saddled up behind him. The fingers were eased out and replaced with the man's cock. It was pushed inside him slowly and John hissed in pain as his body tried to compensate. He felt so full and so strange.

"It's ok." Sherlock said reassuringly. "You'll like it, I promise."

John closed his eyes and nodded. When his body had adjusted, the two men started to move. John bit down on his lower lip and threw his head back. "It's too much, it's too much." He cried out as his whole body felt overwhelmed with sensations.

"You're fine."

John whimpered and dropped his head onto the shoulder of the man behind him. The man ducked his head down and started placing sucking kisses along John's neck and collarbone.

"Just breathe John." The faceless man said and John gulped in air as if he had been drowning.

He gripped the man behind him as the two moved inside him, filling him completely. "Touch me, someone please touch me." John begged, needing to come before he went insane.

Sherlock and the other man exchanged a few wordless glances and finally the faceless man reached around and began to stroke him. It only took three pulls before John was coming hard, shooting out of his dick with such force that some of it landed on Sherlock's chin. He might have come twice, he wasn't even sure but the man kept his hand moving, milking John for all he was worth.

He could feel himself clenching his internal muscles as he rode out the rest of his orgasm.. It didn't take long before the other two were brought over the edge, filling John again, this time with come. He slumped against the man behind him, his body feeling ready to give out. He felt as if he couldn't even move and sure enough, he drifted off to sleep not five minutes later.

XXXX

John could hear voices, although they were hard to make out. His brain was still fuzzy from the power of his orgasm and the drugs. But he caught snippets here and there.

"You want me to share him? Have you lost your mind Seb?"

"You shared him with me tonight. What difference does it make?"

"The difference is that I was actually present. You want me to leave you alone with him?"

XXXX

"Oh don't give me that Seb. I've seen the way you've been looking at him. The way you've been getting all friendly in the hallways. You think I wouldn't notice?"

"It's nothing."

"You're damn right it's nothing, I should – hold on. We might be able to use this to our advantage."

"What do you mean?"

XXXX

"Fine. You want him? Then you make sure Sherlock gets that video. That he gets it and he watches it, understand me?"

"Yes boss."

"You do a good job, I'll let you have him for an evening."

XXXX

Sherlock was trying to forget. He'd packed up anything belonging to John and put in boxes in his room. Then he'd shut the door and never gone in there again. Now the flat consisted of only things that were his. The problem was the entire flat had been John's, at least half his anyways, and Sherlock couldn't escape that. Everywhere he looked there was evidence of John, where he walked, sat, touched. The sofa where they'd finally been together. His bed where he'd hurt John beyond repair.

Sherlock had been searching for him. He'd hacked into the CCTV and spent hours looking for any sign of his former pet. But it seemed that John was no longer in London. In fact it seemed that John wasn't anywhere. Sherlock had no idea what to do. He couldn't move on but John had been gone for over four months. The likelihood that he would return grew smaller each day.

Until he received something in the mail, an unmarked package that was addressed to him and he felt himself beginning to hope. Was John finally contacting him? He ran upstairs, throwing the rest of the mail down on the chair and tearing the package open quickly. Inside he found a blank DVD and his curiosity was peaked. He booted up his laptop and stuck the DVD in the moment it was on. Pulling his chair closer, he waited impatiently for the movie to load.

When it did, the first thing Sherlock recognized was John. John in some strange room. His eyes darted around, gaining as much information as possible until a noise interrupted him. He glanced back at John and finally took in the scene in front of him. John was having sex with someone, a person Sherlock didn't recognize.

It must be a trick. John wouldn't. Sherlock thought desperately as he tried unsuccessfully to look away. John was writhing, gasping and moaning as he rode this other man. Sherlock forced himself to watch, taking deep inhales and slow exhales to keep himself calm. He must have been missing something. What was happening? Who was this man?

"I love you." John said on camera and finally Sherlock could close his eyes. He snapped the laptop shut and then through it across the room. Within seconds he was in his room, digging through his closet for his secret supply. His vision became blurred as the tears flowed. He hadn't cried this hard since the first time he'd been forced to whip John, when John had tried to get away from him. Well apparently John had succeeded and Sherlock was left with nothing.

Sherlock gave up on trying to find the drugs and instead curled up into a ball on the floor, blocking out the world, blocking out everything, wishing he couldn't feel a thing.

XXXX

One night John was brought to a different room, one he'd never been in before. He stood by the door, awkwardly waiting for what was to come. The room he was in was somewhat modest, with just a bed and a dresser. To his surprise, Moran stepped through the door.

"Hello John." Moran gave him a small smile.

John scowled at him in reply.

"What?" Moran asked, confused by John's icy demeanor.

"You know, you could have told me that the only reason you were being nice to me was because you wanted to fuck me." John said crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the other man.

"John, I wasn't."

"Really?" John scoffed. "Because that's what it looked like to me."

"You don't understand."

"Oh, I understand perfectly. You wanted me. Why you felt the need to act kind is beyond me though."

"It wasn't an act."

"Really?" John asked, disbelievingly. "All this time I thought maybe I had an ally, someone I might be able to trust. And then you joined him in fucking me. You didn't even care that I was so drugged out of my mind that I couldn't even recognize who you were. No, all that mattered was that it sounded like I was enjoying it and that you got off."

"It wasn't like that." Sebastian insisted. "Let me explain."

"You don't have to." John said, starting to strip. "I should have known better than to expect any kind of human decency in this place."

"What are you doing?" Seb asked as John removed his shirt and threw it on the floor.

"That's what I'm here for right?" John spat out angrily. "You want another go, correct? Why should it matter what I want?"

"John, stop." Moran said, grabbing John's hands and holding them against the wall by his head. "Let me explain."

"You don't have to explain." John narrowed his eyes in disgust. "You want to fuck me, so go on."

"Will you listen to me?" Seb hissed in frustration. "I like you."

John laughed bitterly. "Pull the other one."

"I'm serious, I –" Seb bit his bottom lip, trying to find the right words. "You stood up to Jim, you took everything he threw at you. You're strong and resilient and God you have no idea what a turn on that is for me. Talking to you was…nice. I liked it, that short time we had together. And then Jim offered to let me join in and I'm sorry but I couldn't help myself. I wanted you. I want you."

Seb ducked his head down and pressed his lips firmly to John's. He sucked on John's bottom lip, then his top one before slowly inserting his tongue. John moaned and opened his mouth, allowing Seb in. They kissed deeply for a few moments before Seb broke away and buried his face in the hollow of John's neck.

"I'm not like him, you know." Sebastian said quietly. "I don't like just taking people. I want the person I'm with to enjoy it as much as I do."

He let go of John's hands and kissed down John's chest, slowly dropping to his knees in front of him. "Tell me what you like." Seb requested, starting to undo the zip on John's jeans.

"I – I…"

"You have no idea, do you?" Seb asked, giving him a sympathetic smile. "When you were a pet, it was all about your owner, wasn't it? Then you came here. You've never had anyone take care of you, have you?"

"No." John shook his head.

"It's alright, if I start to do anything you're uncomfortable with, just tell me."

"Ok." John agreed, his heart racing as Seb pulled his trousers and pants down to his knees.

"You know I've been thinking about your dick ever since that day you had it out and made a joke about it." Seb confessed, leaning forward and licking his way up the underside.

"Oh god." John groaned, his hands curled into fists at his side.

"So gorgeous." He said kissing his way up the shaft.

"Seb." John couldn't help reaching out and gripping the other man by the shoulders.

"Get on the bed." Seb instructed, rising to his feet. John stepped out of his clothes and lied down completely naked, waiting for more. Seb removed his shirt and John got a good look at just how muscular the man was. It made his own body look soft and flabby in comparison.

Sebastian grabbed the lube from under his pillow before crawling up John's body. They kissed hungrily as Sebastian slicked up his fingers. He moved his thumb in a circle around John's hole, massaging the rim. Then gently, he pushed his thumb in. "Alright?" Seb asked.

"Yes." John replied breathlessly.

"Good."

Seb started kissing and biting his way down John's chest until he got to his lower abdomen. He threw John's legs over his shoulders and took John's prick into his mouth. He sucked him slowly, keeping his tongue firm against the underside.

"Seb." John cried out, twisting his fingers into the short, cropped hair. Seb had switched his thumb with his first two fingers, pumping them in and out of John in time with his mouth. "Christ."

Seb pulled back so just the head was still in his mouth and he sucked it hard. John arched up off the bed, his body glistening with sweat. Seb pulled off completely and started to lick at John's body, tasting the saltiness of his sweat.

"Can I fuck you?" Seb asked, his own erection tenting his trousers and aching with need.

John looked away and an unbelievably sad expression crossed his face. For a moment Seb was worried he'd said something wrong. "John?"

John looked at him and gave him a faint smile. "Yes." He nodded.

Seb leaned forward and kissed him slowly and sweetly as he reached down and undid his own trousers. He pushed them down and out of the way before lubing himself up. He pressed the head against John's entrance, grabbing John's legs and wrapping them around his middle. Then he bent down and kissed John again, easing into him slowly.

John gasped against Seb's lips as he filled him. He knew he was bigger than Jim but after John had had both of them at the same time, it shouldn't have been too uncomfortable for him. Seb stayed very still, letting John adjust as they kissed each other languidly. When he couldn't stand it anymore, he pulled out and pushed back in. He did it a few more times, pressing into the wonderful tight heat of John's hole.

"Can I go faster?" he asked, trying to keep his promise and make sure John wasn't uncomfortable.

John nodded, biting his bottom lip in a way that Seb wasn't sure was supposed to be seductive but it was anyways. He started thrusting harder and deeper, never taking his eyes off John. John's eyes meanwhile had fluttered closed and he pressed his body down to meet Seb's thrusts in.

John let go of his bottom lip and his mouth fell open. Seb moaned, thinking that John had no idea how fucking sexy he was. He started moving faster, feeling close already. He reached out and curled his hand around John's cock, wanking him in time to his thrusts. John's eyes snapped open wide as he gripped Seb's shoulders and shook through his orgasm. Seb followed quickly, still fucking John until every drop was spent.

He collapsed on top of John and then gently pulled out. For moment there was no sound but them panting as they tried to calm down. Seb reached for John and tugged him closer, wrapping his arms around him. "Have a good time?"

"I'd say so." John chuckled and Seb smiled triumphantly.

"I'm glad."

"Will this happen again?" John asked, stroking his hand up and down Seb's back. "Or was it a one time thing?"

"I don't know." Seb frowned. "I'll have to work something out with Jim."

"I – I think I'd like it to." John gave Seb a tentative smile.

"So would I." Seb gave John a quick kiss. "You must be tired. Get some sleep."

Seb waited for John to fall asleep before he slipped out of the bed and put his boxers back on. He went out into the hall where Jim was waiting for him.

"Have fun?" Jim asked, sounding casual but Seb knew inside Jim was furious.

"Yes." Seb shrugged, trying to match Jim's tone.

"It sounded like it." Jim raised an eyebrow almost in an accusation. "Did he say anything?"

"Nothing important."

"Well…keep me updated." Jim said as he pushed of the wall. He'd only taken a few steps away when he turned back and attacked Seb's lips, pushing his tongue into his mouth and roving and exploring. Seb wrapped his arms around his boss's waist and pulled him closer.

"Hmm." Jim hummed happily as he pulled away. "You taste like him."

Seb sighed, feeling somewhat deflated. As much as he wanted John, he would always want Jim more. Scrubbing his hand over his face, he went back into his room and crawled back into his bed. John immediately shifted so he was snuggling against Seb's chest. Seb put his arm around John and held him close. At least it was something.

XXXX

"Sherlock!" Mycroft called out.

Sherlock groaned and turned over, covering his ears. He could hear Mycroft's heavy footsteps getting closer and his brother was absolutely the last person he wanted to see.

"Sherlock Holmes, what did you take?" Mycroft asked, kneeling beside his brother and forcing his eyes open.

"Nothing." Sherlock batted his hands away. "God."

"Gregory and I have both been calling you for the past three days. What have you been doing?"

"Nothing."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"I don't care what you believe." Sherlock spat back, getting to his feet. He walked out of the room and into the kitchen, going through the cupboards until he found some aspirin.

"I have news about John Watson." Mycroft said, standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Not interested." Sherlock said dry-swallowing the pills.

"Are you certain?"

"Yes."

"He has a new owner. A Man called Jim Moriarty."

"I said I'm not interested." Sherlock spun around looking slightly murderous. "I don't care that John's found a new owner. I don't care about any of it. John Watson can rot in hell as far as I'm concerned."

"You don't mean that."

"I do. I hate him."

"What happened Sherlock?" Mycroft asked in concern.

"Nothing. It's not important." Sherlock waved it off, going into the sitting room and picking up his violin.

"Well if you're certain you don't want to know…"

"I'm certain. Now leave me in peace."

Somewhat reluctantly, Mycroft took his leave. The moment he was gone, Sherlock put down his violin, went upstairs to John's room and proceeded to ruin anything of John's that was left. When he was finished, he flopped down onto John's bed, inhaling what remained of John's scent and started to sob uncontrollably. He cried so long and so hard he eventually wore himself out, falling asleep in John's bed, unable to get the image of John with someone else out of his head.