Lord Ryan Blade was an unassuming man, but a man whom held a huge position of power. Many may remember him from the scandal when he took the family company, Blade, which once specialised in making micro-technology, and changed it into a game development company that made online multiplayer games. Now Blade is a multimillionaire corporation, producing five star games like When It All Falls Down: a strategy game in which you are part of a resistance rebelling against the Nazi regime and Distance: a first person shooter in which the player is a sniper and has to shoot their enemies from special strategic spots around the playing field.
He, unlike the rest of the British aristocracy and Magnussen's victims, had no stigma attached to his name. Sure he created quite a stir with the old ladies by changing the course of his company, but that was forgotten within a year when he began to contribute his money to charities, free games to those who deserved it, and traveling too poor countries to find fresh blood to contribute to his expanding business. He created more than a thousand jobs within nine months. I could write a hundred pages about why he was the best in everything that he did, but we are not here to talk about that, we are here to talk about the single mistake that caused him to be ensnared in Magnussen's claws.
And that mistake was simply calling Magnussen up on his shit.
The short version is that Blade was friends with Magnussen's rival, Alistair Mey. They would talk on hours on end about who the real man Magnussen hid under his façade. One day, while the two were completely drunk on the Lord knows what, Mey and Blade both thought it would be a brilliant idea to create an article about Magnussen and his sketchy dealings.
The idea did not get very far as one of Magnussen's moles intercepted the article before it could be published. You might imagine that this did not end very well for them.
Mey "disappeared" after that incident suddenly and Blade, well Blade was a great addition Magnussen's collection of minions.
He paid his debt on the same night that Mary paid hers.
XXX
An hour passed when Magnussen stopped. All of his urges were finally satisfied. He stood back and admired the hot, whimpering, crumbing mess that was presented in front of him.
Mary lay face forward on the bed, tears running down her face and dampening the sheets around her. She gripped the sheets tightly just waiting for the next time he would whip her with his belt. She felt her bruised legs shaking in anticipation. And she just knew that Magnussen was enjoying every second of it.
"Turn around, Mary." Magnussen said. She was in no mood to object; she had seen, felt, what happened when she begged him to stop. The only begging that Magnussen wanted to hear was the ones that turned him on.
She used the last of her energy to slump on her back. She could not help but to stare back into the leering eyes of Magnussen, and that was all that was needed to say to what he was going to do next. The final insult.
A second past. Then another. The anticipation within Mary grew with every second.
"Magnussen, for the love of God, please just get over this." Mary said. "Just stick in me so you can satisfy your inferiority complex."
Magnussen gave his grin as he walked up to her. "Oh I am not an idiot. I would never go that far."
Anger boiled in Mary's veins. "That is the point you start getting a conscience?! You have hit me, whipped me, bound me, stuck objects in places that should not be put in, but having actual sex is where your draw the line."
Magnussen just laughed at her. "Oh Mary, Mary, Mary, you are so adorable when you get so upset." He sat down on the bed beside her, drawing circles on her soft skin with his finger, dangerously close to her breasts. Mary again tried to keep her cool, but she was not one to do such a thing at an injustice. "But no. I can't risk any chance getting you pregnant."
"Oh how considerate of you." Mary mumbled.
Magnussen ignored the comment. "As far as I know, you don't take any oral contraceptives, and I do not like the feel of a sheath. And if you do have a child, you could send a statement to a newspaper with the claim of its paternity, having a DNA test to prove it."
"So does that mean I get to go home?" Mary's heart lifted at the thought that this horrible nightmare would be over. She could finally be free of this hold that he had over her. She just imagined a life without having to be a bound slave to this monster!
He grinned. "Oh this is not over. I have one last request. Mann!"
An oldish man with combed grey hair opened up the door instantly, like he had been waiting there for just as long that they have been in there. The man glanced at her, but his dull eyes didn't linger there for long. His face was expressionless, which made Mary think how many times Magnussen did this to women.
"Yes sir."
"Bring in our special guest."
"Yes sir."
Mann left them for two minutes before he arrived back with another man.
This man looked about mid-twenties in age, slight stubble dotted across his chin. He had the most stunning blue (or is it green?) eyes, that it almost rivaled Sherlock's. His honey-brown hair was reflecting ever so slightly in the corridor light.
Mary squinted because she was sure she had seen this man before. She wouldn't have been surprised if this man was in a high position of power. All of them are most of the time.
"Ah, it is great of you to come by, Lord Blade."
Lord Blade? Like the owner of the Blade company?
This man, Blade shot Magnussen a cold, bitter look, not unlike the one that Mary had many times before. He held his head up high, refusing to even chance one tear to roll down his cheek.
"I was not like I had much of a choice. You were threatening to kill my family."
Magnussen shrugged. "Technicalities. Mann, leave us."
The servant bowed as he left, closing the door behind him.
Blade nodded towards Mary. "So this is my payment to you…to join your orgy. Because you are so repulsive that no sane person would fuck you out of their own will."
Mary admired his tenacity, but it also broke her heart that given a few minutes his stubbornness will amount to nothing, just like it had with her.
Magnussen pushed himself off the bed and strolled over to Blade. "It seems I have chosen the two with the sharpest tongues, but not the sharpest minds." He pushed himself onto Blade and whispered in his ear. "Mind what you say or else it won't be only you family who will be in deep trouble. Understand."
Blade only nodded.
"Good, now you see that woman on that bed. She is Mary Watson, known assassin and here also to pay the last of her debt. You are going to make sure that she will get the best fuck of her life, and I want you to both show that you enjoy it. If not, you will stay here until I am satisfied."
Blade looked at Mary horrified. He couldn't. She looked so vulnerable and meek, and it would be just wrong and plain disgusting. He wouldn't! But if he didn't, his mother and father...
I have to do this, don't I?
He gulped as he started to undress. The faster this was, the faster it finished and he could just go home without any words said between them.
He looked Mary in the eye once he was completely naked and said "I am sorry. I wish there was another way."
"I know." She squeezed her eyes as she felt the unfamiliar body climb over her.
XXX
John stood there astounded. There were no words that flowed through his head and no sounds through his lips.
In a weird way he was relieved. He would have rather Mary's child born from someone who is respectable rather than that reptilian prick, but in a small way he still wished that he and this unborn child would share some DNA.
Mary continued as she felt the weight of the guilt lift off of her shoulders. "After it was all done, we barely acknowledged each other. Magnussen threw me my clothes saying that he still had more business to attend to with Blade. He doesn't know that he has daughter out there in the world and it is better that we leave it that way."
"I understand...wait, did you say 'daughter'?" His heart picked up speed. He never thought about the gender of the child, only that there was one. It made him smile that he will be the surrogate father to a baby girl, who will hopefully grow up to be just as strong as her mother. And honestly after what Mary went through, John believed that there really was no need for more males in the world.
Mary realised what she let slip. She went to her doctor the day before and was extremely happy to hear the news that she was going to have a girl.
She was about to reply, when the black car which was carrying Sherlock, made its way towards them. She dared a sideways glace at John. His expression dropped back down to its heartbroken grimace. She knows more than anyone else that Sherlock meant the world to him and that he still feels the responsibility for putting Sherlock there in the first place.
The car pulled up beside them. Sherlock and Mycroft both got out of the car and walked over to the two.
Sherlock's face was stoic, but his eyes showed all the emotion that was needed to tell what he felt. He walked up to Mary and hugged her.
"You will take care of him while I am gone."
She gave him a smile and nodded. "Don't worry, I will keep him in trouble."
Sherlock turned to his fiancé, without a single word to say. There really was not a lot to be said. John felt the same.
He began after a few moments of awkward silence. "Sherlock…um…"
"Yes?"
He sighed, combing his fingers through his hair. It felt like he had lost Sherlock all over again. It was like he was standing by his grave, weeping for him. "Can you do one thing for me?" He said "One last thing."
Sherlock cocked his eyebrow and folded his arms. "And that is…?"
"When you are away please don't be…"
"Dead? I know." Sherlock cut in, remembering those exact words on that day.
John took a second to realise, his eyes widened. "How…oh, my God, you were there, weren't you, that day at the graveyard."
Sherlock allowed a small sly smile to lift his lips. That was all John needed to confirm what he already knew.
"You were a few metres away from me and you didn't do anything!?" John flung his arms up in exasperation.
"Well, I couldn't because of…"
"Moriarty's operation, I know. But still! You you...idiot." They locked eyes for a second before they were in a fit of giggles. Mycroft and Mary looked at each other knowingly. They both expected nothing less from them.
"John, in all seriousness, I am going to miss this. I am going to miss you."
His heart skipped a beat, "I am going to miss you as well."
"I love you." Sherlock said as he leaned forward, allowing his arms to wrap around John's waist.
"I love you too."
Slowly they kissed that final lover's kiss that is filled with both passion and pain as well as being hard to part with. It took a cough from Mycroft to make them separate.
There were no words exchanged between them when John moved away, just like the night where it started, except it was Sherlock's turn to leave.
The pain already started to full both of their souls. John ever wonder how he could actually last very long without him. He had to remind himself that he managed two years, surely he would survive.
Mary moved next to him and held his hand in a reassuring grip, as they watched Sherlock embark on his flight out.
Sherlock stared straight in front of him in fear that he would break down if he didn't. Sherlock didn't want to think that the chances of ever seeing John again were nearly nil. But if John had taught him anything, that is that sometimes it is better to not look at life through a logical mind set. It could turn a man crazy.
And, after all, the east wind was coming.
XXX
Mary tugged John's hand towards the car after they watched the plane take-off.
"That is not possible! Simply not possible!" Mycroft exclaimed from behind them as he got out of the car.
"What has happened?" John asked.
Mycroft turned to them, visibly shocked. "It is Moriarty. He is back."
Good Morning Bokkies! (Well it is where I live)
Another fanfic finished!I honestly hope y'all enjoyed this and if you want a sequel, I have a few ideas up my sleeve. So tell me if it is worth it in the comment section.
ANYWAYS, I will see you anon in another cheesy Avengers fanfic (or nerd stories as my brother has taken to calling them) that I shall start ASAP.
Love from thecapefangirl
PS: The guy who I based Blade on (you know who you are): if you ever read this, I just want to say that I am sorry and please don't judge me on my life choices.