Warning : Slashy, may be considered graphic and dark? (God, I don't know what people classify as what these days)
Sherlock sat up, his lips still hungrily locked on Moriarty's as he moved into a position where he could wrap Moriarty's legs around himself. He roughly picked both himself and Moriarty off the floor, stumbling to the door. Pressing him against the wall, he flung open the door, sliding the both of them through it before it slammed shut behind them.
"What are you doing?" Moriarty murmured against Sherlock's lips before nibbling along his jaw line.
The new sensation almost caused Sherlock to lose his balance, but he continued walking, not entirely sure where he was going.
"Which room's he in?" Sherlock asked, his voice trembling as Moriarty nipped his ear.
Moriarty growled angrily, but he was observant enough, even in this state, to realise that Sherlock wasn't going to just stop what they were doing for John.
"Third on the right" He mumbled against Sherlock's neck.
A shiver ran down Sherlock's spine as Moriarty's nail's scratched along the bare skin of his back, creating ladders in the usually perfect surface. He somehow thrust open the door with only one arm around Moriarty, whose nails were still digging ever deeper into his back. He threw Moriarty onto the space on the bed next to John, one hand reaching out to check for a pulse, the other hand tearing at Moriarty's suit, desperate to get to the warm, bare skin beneath.
He has a pulse. There's a pulse.
A wave of relief washed over him, giving him double the energy he had before to tear the clothes right off Moriarty's perfect body. His nails scraped relentlessly over the smooth skin beneath his fingers, drawing minimal amounts of blood. He pressed his lips hard against Moriarty's nipple, flicking his tongue over the rough surface a few times before biting down rather hard. He felt Moriarty squirm beneath him and reached for his belt, desperate to have them both naked as soon as possible. The desperation was a new, strange feeling, but he wasn't even going to try and suppress it. He continued to twist Moriarty's nipple beneath his teeth as he undid both their belts, managing to slide both their pants off simultaneously.
"Good" Moriarty cooed, his voice unusually calm.
It was a strange thing to hear, but it somehow managed to turn Sherlock on even more. He couldn't remember ever feeling like this, but he wasn't really complaining. He supposed it was because people were always scared to push past his boundaries, and he had always built up boundaries to keep out this sort of thing, so naturally, this never happened.
He sucked heavily all the way down Moriarty's stomach, leaving bright red marks as he went. Occasionally he pierced the skin with his teeth, leaving small petals of blood behind. The taste was strong in his mouth, and he had never imagined he could ever enjoy that horribly metallic taste as much as he did right now.
He came back up, pressing his lips roughly against Moriarty's before being flipped over, Moriarty taking over his position, with double the ferocity.
A small moan sounded beside Sherlock, and he turned his head to see John slowly blinking his eyes into focus. He smiled slightly as John's eyes rested on his face, completely forgetting the fact that his mouth would have been blood stained.
"Sherlock, what… Are you alright?" John's voice slurred, still trying to focus properly.
Sherlock didn't answer. He just pressed a gentle kiss to John's lips. He felt his friend move into the kiss for a moment before pulling back, leaving Sherlock with a confused look on his face.
"You're… You taste like blood… And you're…"
John seemed to be struggling with something as he looked down Sherlock, eyes scanning over each mark on his body, before reaching Moriarty's hungry dark eyes which were now staring up at the both of them.
"Shh"
Sherlock pressed his lips to John again, and this time it was Moriarty who objected, splitting them apart to press his own lips to Sherlock's instead.
One of Sherlock's hands scratched along Moriarty's back while the other reached for John, stroking his side gently. After a few surprised sounds from John, he relaxed into silence. He felt the knife slice down his left shoulder and across the left side of his chest, and gasped, his body shivering. He enjoyed the pain far more than he ever had in his life. He just caught the look of concern that swept over John's face before the look turned to understanding. Smiling, he closed his eyes as Moriarty's lips, tongue and teeth worked their way around the fresh scar, both his hands now pressed firmly into the soft hair of his supposed enemy.
"What?" He mumbled in a confused daze as he felt an extra set of hands working his underwear off.
A small laugh issued past his lips as he felt John's hands clasp around him, tugging almost expertly, as though he had done it many times before.
Perhaps he has done it many times before. Sherlock thought to himself, a content smile spreading wide across his features.
To him, Moriarty was a one off. But John was forever. That thought would have been enough to calm him if it weren't for the fact that John was slowly lowering his mouth. The wet feel of saliva and John's tongue running up and down, around and around him felt like nothing he had ever felt before.
To think you had been this ignorant about sex. He thought to himself as he cried out, surrendering himself to both men at once, completely and entirely in their power as he came inside John's mouth, his body shuddering with delight and mild exhaustion, the latter of which he chose to ignore.
He reached for John, dragging his spandex covered body towards him in a hurry to kiss him.
He swallows. He made note as he pressed his mouth to John's, sucking hard on his lower lip. And God it's beautiful.
He ran his hands over every inch of John's body, only wishing it was naked, though he could tell John was still exhausted from whatever Moriarty had drugged him with. He pulled away and opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by the firm hand of Moriarty grabbing his face. The grip loosened, and a surprisingly soft kiss was placed on his lips as Moriarty lay by his side, draping one arm across Sherlock's chest, nuzzling his head in the crook of his neck almost affectionately. John curled up like a cat against his other side, and Sherlock had to suppress a laugh at the irony of the costume and the position. He ran his fingers into John's hair and closed his eyes.
It had been a strange evening, and after a long moment of pure calm, he now had time to wrap his mind around it all.
Moriarty always insisted we were perfect for each other. I didn't think he meant it quite the way he had expressed tonight. But he will still kill me, once the final dance is over. This is one of many games, all of which are designed for our enjoyment, until he kills me. Or I kill him first. Could I kill him now, after what just happened?
Sherlock glanced down at the sleeping form of Moriarty beside him, and smiled to himself.
Of course I could. He thought as his eyes turned to the peaceful John on his other side, a feeling of affection and an odd sort of pride filling him. Of course I could.
Moriarty was fun that would soon be over. Moriarty was a puzzle. A game, with many different levels, all designed to be mentally challenging, no emotions attached. Sherlock knew now that the main aim of this puzzle had been to make him vulnerable.
But it backfired. He thought to himself, sliding Moriarty's arm off himself as he slid off the bed to put his pants back on. John and I will be stronger for it, each and every time.
He picked the exhausted John up in his arms, smiling as the man mumbled incoherently. Glancing back at the seemingly peaceful figure of Moriarty on the bed, he slipped out the door, finding his way through the winding corridors of the unfamiliar house, and headed home through the night.
Authors note : Urgh. I've had a fine time writing this. There are bits I'm not wholly satisfied with, but I can't think of a way to change them... I s'pose I'm never satisfied with my work. I'm actually sort of proud of this one.
Reviews are more than welcome. I like to know what you all think. I didn't expect people to like this, but it seems it is liked :P
I know this part is a fair bit smaller than the first part, but oh well.
