1 abandoned shower room, 1 kidnapper and his prey. Johnlock. Slight BDSM themes (hitting, tied up). Kind of not really rape. Dom!Sherlock, Sub!John.

The sliding glass door flew open. John jerked around to see a very naked Sherlock stepping into his shower "Bloody hell Sherlock, what are you-" Sherlock kissed him. He didn't waste time, he pressed his tongue between his lips and parted them, their tongues slid over and across each other with grace and fluidity, any bloody that was left in John's cheeks rushed to his cock.

Sherlock's eyes never left John's as the doctor began to move closer to him. The detective's heart seemed to stop when the soldier's face was near his. John reached behind the other man's neck and pulled him closer. Their noses touched. Their heads tilted. When their lips finally made contact it took all John had in him not to shiver

John was already crossing the room, his strides confident and filled with purpose. When he got to the detective he plucked the lit cigarette out of his mouth, tossed it on the floor and crushed it under his heavy boot. He turned to Sherlock, gripped the back of his neck, pulled him down those delicious inches needed and kissed him.

"Breathe in," Holmes told him, his voice choked because of the pot he was still holding in. He angled his head and began to blow smoke directly into John's mouth. When Sherlock pursed his lips to blow, his bottom lips just barley skated over John's. The touch was so light that it made his mouth tickle. He was too shocked to move, so he just obeyed, inhaling what was blown at him.