Chapter 2: The experienced one

Mean while in London days later

James was playing with his gun pretending to shoot at Sherlock, his very own homemade version of the lying detective? That's what he was on lying fucked up arrogant arse hole, who tricked him. Ohhh goodie the master consulting criminal, beaten in his own game. Or maybe not because he was still so very alive, ready for Sherlock to find out. Pity how he couldn´t see the look on his face when the fact hit him. Ding Ding…Holmes, you won a prize, James tilted his head standing up from the sofa. He paced the floor, now what should his prize be then? He rubbed his chin – a car or a drone, a drone what a marvelous idea. A drone for the detective…nahhh it should be more like him. No, the virgin boy needed something he never had before, it wouldn´t be a thing, but something he needed so very badly. Come on a man like him shouldn´t walk around with such a tight virgin ass waiting for penetration. Someone was ready to penetrate his ass making it impossible for him to walk right for weeks, now that someone was no one less than him. His thoughts sounded like rape or sexual assault. He would never rape him that was wrong, but he would make Sherlock want him so badly make him beg if necessary. Ohhh, Sherlock, I will make you so horny you won´t even remember your own name. I will make you come back for more wanting me more and more every day.
James, what are you on? Do you really want him and do you think he wants you, perhaps not at this very moment but all that was about to change.
He knew Sherlock left London for some reason and now his men were working hard to find him, James huffed by how little Sherlock left town to hide. Like really how could the ridiculously gorgeous looking man with those annoying curls, even leave? Was he that scared and why?
The whole situation was odd to James, as far as he knew Sherlock was still unaware of him being alive. So why did you leave in the first place, it´s not a case he knew that much.
He went to his version of Sherlock – a coat with a scarf the head was a pillow then the hat. He narrowed his eyes.
"You can run but you cannot hide, daddy´s gonna find you. He´s gonna get you. James ran his hand down his face.
-One way or another, I'm gonna find ya' I'm gonna get ya', get ya', get ya', get ya'. He sang raising his voice, -One way or another, I'm gonna win ya' I'm gonna get ya', get ya', get ya', get ya'.

What a lame song but so painfully true, nothing could keep him from finding him. If the detective thought he could hide, he was so badly mistaken, indeed he was.
Does that precious doctor of yours even know you left, yeah sure he does? You two are sharing your flat Sherl not hiding anything really. But he can´t give you what you need now can he, your sexy little ass isn´t meant for just anyone, no no it´s not. James licked his lips in adoration of that cute and sexy little virgin ass waiting for him to give him what he needed, and did for years.
He glared at his phone should he send the detective a little text or call, No the timing had to be right he wanted him to suffer in case he knew he was still around.
"I want you to contact me and you will, so, for now, I will wait until it happens" James mumbled. He should be occupied with some of the other plans he had and planned to be working on. But it wouldn´t work out as long as that little annoying detective was disturbing him.
Did Sherlock, in fact, leave because he knew everything, he did have his own network. Someone could have seen him. James had to consider the fact he wasn´t fond of the idea but he couldn´t ignore it either, well at some point he had to return to London. One thing James knew for sure it was logic for anyone knowing the Detective, he would never move out leaving Baker Street and London for good. If Sherlock was aware of being tricked, he was scared and now he was trying to comprehend the situation he was in. You don´t have to be scared I mean you no harm; James was pissed by how Sherlock tricked him yes. He was passed the point where all he could think about was to end him once and for all. Revenge wasn´t even on the schedule like it could have been. He wanted them to reunite at first. Then he would make it clear what he wanted and point out what Sherl needed, honestly it´s been there since they met the tension between them. Now the timing for it to happen was in reach he could almost taste it.

The word obsessed with him sounded in his head, he was not obsessed not the slightest. He knew who he wanted, quite frankly he didn´t give a shit about what the voice told him. He heard it before and from some of his contacts, he dropped them right on the spot. No one called his hidden love and urge for the Detective an obsession how absurd was that, they had no clue what they were talking about obviously. He sighed.
While James was pacing the floor a new thought came to him about the precious doctor and how he would handle the new situation being right around the corner. Surely it wouldn´t be popular between those two, there would some yelling and could they end up in a fight? Ohhh how he wanted to be a part of that fun, it would be splendid, but off cause he wouldn´t be there to witness it what a shame. Logically the winner would be the detective he was after all the clever one. Poor John when he lost the battle to him, a devious smile spread on his face followed by a grin. You should have done so much more Watson but you would end up losing anyway. How could he even think he had a chance with Sherl? Such a highly intelligent man like he was wanted someone else.
How would it be to stand face to face with Sherlock again? Knowing he was alive was so not the same as facing him again, Sherlock didn´t even know he was here it would be a chock to him finding out. It had to work out the best way possible, it had to.