Cracked Silk
Chapter 10
Warning: Major angst, Cheating, and physical violence
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just a over eager imagination
He ran to Sebastian.
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Sherlock should have seen this coming.
He should have listened to his inner consciences, instead of letting his heart rule over his head and body. But he knows now what never to do, and what he shouldn't have done in the first place.
Never trust a woman, let alone Irene Adler.
And he knows that now.
But she isn't a woman, not really. More like a snake. She's lethal and poisonous, using her charms to make sure he lets his guards down, before biting. And boy, did she bite hard.
"Mycroft, would you be so kind as to do me a small favor?" Sherlock asked timidly into the phone.
"Depends on what your request is, brother dear," he responded back. "I'm not very pleased with you these days, you know. Besides, I have little time to play clean up for you this time around."
"…I have Irene Adler."
"I'm on my way."
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"You did what?" Greg bellowed into Sherlock's face. After finding The Woman on the floor, unconscious, with a pool of blood around her head, and naked was a little bit much to take in.
"I hit her over the head with my skull. She drugged my tea and seduced me right when John came in the flat to 'apologize'."
Mycroft sighed, and plumped down onto John's fluffy chair, watching his men take the unconscious woman out of the apartment. He also avoided the hateful glare Sherlock sent his way. And all because he sat in his chair.
"If I were you, which I'm glad I'm not, I'd visit John and try to explain to him before it's too late," the older omega sighed, rubbing his forehead. "You are damn well lucky he was about to give you a chance to fix your stupid mistake. I doubt he'll give you a second one."
Greg moaned and leaned against the patterned wall with the yellow smiley face painted onto it.
"If John came in the flat to see The Woman eating at your face while sprawled out on you lap… Why would he run away, exactly?" The omega asked, curious.
Mycroft, however, gave Sherlock a filthy wink.
"Think, Gregory," Mycroft murmured, standing up elegantly out of the faded red chair. He spotted the utter confusion on the DI's face before saying,
"Do tell, Sherlock." He growled out, turning furiously to face the younger alpha who wore a guilty expression on his shadowy face.
"John decided his own assumptions due to our lack of clothing – "
" – You're lack of what?"
The next thing that happened was a shock to both Mycroft and Sherlock. Greg had reeled around and punched Sherlock across the face, sending the sputtering alpha to the ground.
"Dammit Gregory!"
"What do you wish for me to say? I was drugged." Sherlock snarled, jumping off the ground to move to stand in front of the fuming omega.
"How could you mistake a skinny, thin body with boobs for flat chested, muscular John? How could you, Sherlock? I cannot begin to fathom how you could do such a thing to someone you love, so why? Were you not happy with him, or was he just not enough for you?" Greg exclaimed, feeling his own heart breaking in sympathy for the blond omega.
Just for a second, he imagined what he'd feel like if Mycroft had been the one who betrayed him. Nausea pained his stomach, his heart, and his chest. Nothing can stop the internal and mental suffering he'd experience. His legs began to feel weak. The smallest but only thing he felt like he could do to release at least the slightest bit of agony was by returning to the real world where it was John instead.
Oh god.
John.
"I don't know if it's brain or machine that makes you up, but I'd rather be a brainless monkey than a heartless monster like you."
Sherlock didn't reply. He just stood there staring at the smiley face painted on the wall. He didn't notice Mycroft or Greg leaving down the stairs.
The only thing he registered was a small, high ping ringing throughout his head.
"The only identifying trait or humanity is our ability to be inhumane." He whispered, tears streaking down his face silently.
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The room faintly smelled like lavender when the cool breeze drafted over the black satin sheets where the two bodies were entangled.
The omega murmured something in his deep slumber, unknowingly snuggling closer to the firm chest pressed against his ear. The alpha, however, was watching the omega's movements lovingly, finding it utterly adorable. His inner alpha roared in victory at the thought of John in his bed every night, waking up to the sweet smell of John, the sweet honey-mint with a tang of masculine. How could anyone want someone else after having him?
John groaned in his sleep, distressed vibes coming off his heated body in waves.
"John," Sebastian murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of the omega's head. John smiled in his sleep and burrowed himself into Sebastian deeper, his nose now digging into Sebastian's armpit. Boy, was he happy he put on deodorant.
Sebastian giggled like a school girl, which he swears he's never done before, and lifted his arm, scooting up so John's honey-colored hair laid on top his muscular chest.
"Hey, John. I better check in with the British Government, or else he'll probably assassinate me." He teased, rubbing John's lean back smoothly.
"You call him that too?" The omega hummed, opening up his blue-jeweled eyes to meet Sebastian's warm brown ones.
"You know, you are way too adorable to be a man. Are you sure you're not a woman?" He teased, leaning down to kiss the tip of John's nose.
The omega sighed and nodded, "Pretty sure," he said, before sitting up and capturing Sebastian's grinning lips with his own in a passionate kiss.
What could ever mess this moment up?
Authors Note- Sorry for the delay, a close friend of mine passed away Saturday night. It's been unusually hard, but I'll just write my feelings out in angsty fanfiction.