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"Sherlock, we both know I would never do anything like that without consulting with you."
"Then why go ahead and announce it in front of everyone without speaking to me?!" Sherlock yelled. He could barely contain his anger.
Jim was sitting on the couch in the living area which led to their bedroom. He held his head in his hands and drew them together covering his face in frustration. Sherlock was angry. The situation had again gone wrong after so many attempts to stabilize it on both their parts. The fact that Jim himself was practically furious and trying very hard to hide it was not helping the situation in any way.
"That. Was. Not. An. Announcement." He said trying to swallow his own anger and make peace with Sherlock.
"Telling one person that it 'may' happen sometime soon is not an announcement Sherlock." He said putting his hands away from his face, still not looking at Sherlock. Seeing Sherlock's anger would further infuriate him. He never understood why Sherlock was so opposed to putting a legal sanction on their relationship. Not that it really mattered to him, he could make or break any law any day any time. But he needed this as an assurance, that Sherlock was his, mentally, physically, socially, legally. It would also help the face that vile creatures like the one at the party would make no further attempts on him. Being his boyfriend was not enough, it lacked total control. People still thought Sherlock had a choice, he would choose someone else if he came across someone he liked and therefore kept flinging themselves in his path. If they were married others would get the impression that there is no way in anymore. That Sherlock has chosen and chosen for life. Very few people dared to cross paths with Moriarty's boyfriend, they were taken care of, none would dream to think about Moriarty's husband in any such way. Tonight's incident had only helped to cement this logic in Jim's brain. Jerk's like those thought they had a chance, that they could seduce Sherlock. Just because he was still a boyfriend, they could just whisk him away and make him theirs. They thought Sherlock could be tossed around. How could Sherlock not see this? How could he not know what Jim was trying to shield Sherlock from such vile thoughts? How could he not see that these lowlifes thought that Jim was not that sure or serious about him? How could he let himself be lowered in someone's thoughts like that? Jim's thoughts darkened as well as his face.
"It was necessary Sherlock. There were too many people…"
"SO WHAT JIM?" Sherlock screamed at the top of his voice.
"THOSE people KNEW I was with you! I was YOURS! Your private property on which nobody could trespass! What else were you trying to establish!" Sherlock was panting standing close to Jim, eyes red and furious, hands trembling with rage.
Sherlock's scream broke the dam and Jim's anger spilled. He got up swiftly startling Sherlock and grabbing him by his throat pinned him to the wall closest to them with so much force that Sherlock flinched in pain. He grabbed Sherlock's hair in one hand tilting his head back, making him wince in pain again and pressed another hand on his stomach firmly keeping him pinned to the wall. Giving Sherlock no time to react he viciously bit his neck making him cry out in pain.
"Let me go!"
Sherlock tried to push him away with all the force he could muster. To which Jim responded with pressing his body forcefully to Sherlock making him further immobile. He growled ferociously, like an animal. The sound was not of pleasure it was of possession. Sherlock tried to get him off by tugging hardly at Jim's clothes but to no able, he gave an involuntary jerk as a sharp pain shot up to his brain. Jim loosened his grasp on him and gradually withdrew.
There was blood on Jim's lips. He was smiling maniacally.
A slow stream of blood was seeping from the fresh wound on the long pale neck of his lover. The contrast looked beautiful. Sherlock looked at Jim's face horrified. He didn't remember Jim hitting him before. That too with this much force and not for pleasure. They both were panting.
Jim licked the blood off his lips as he looked up to Sherlock's eyes. It made Sherlock's stomach turn. This was Jim Moriarty. The Moriarty world knew.
"You see that Sherlock?" Jim asked softly looking very pleased and smiling, pointing a finger at the wound.
"You are mine. I can and I will mark you in EVERY WAY!" Jim suddenly screamed the last two words making Sherlock flinch involuntarily. Jim's irises looked bigger, as if they would drown the person in front in the dark tidal waves heaving within.
He came near Sherlock again. His face devoid of any emotion. Sherlock was too stunned to move yet he tried to push him away. Ignoring his attempts Jim straightened Sherlock's clothes and glared at him for a moment. "You see Sherlock" he said in a honeyed voice looking affected and licking his lips. "I would make it impossible for anyone to come close to you again. I'm doing this for your own good. And mine also." Then he left.
Sherlock slept alone that night, a deep sense of foreboding engulfing him like the black duvet covering him. He didn't want to know where Jim went. He didn't want to know what he would do. He didn't want to know what tomorrow held for him. He didn't want to know anything.