John left the flat and began walking. It didn't really matter where he walked, he knew he'd get picked up eventually. As it turned out, he only had to walk for fifteen minutes, just long enough to be in the nearby park and away from the public eye, before he felt a presence behind him. John carried on walking until he came across a bench. He sat down and the other man sat down next to him, pressing up close.
'Ah, Johnny. I did wonder if you would.' The Irish voice giggled. The doctor shivered as the familiar chill coursed through his body. It always did that when the consulting criminal touched him.
'I'm doing this to annoy Sherlock. I have no intention to doing anything with you.' The soldier stated, not looking at the man tucked up in to his side. The consulting criminal laughed as he let his fingers trail across the doctors chest.
'Once you chose to walk out of the flat you completely lost control of the situation. Now you're entirely at my mercy.' James Moriarty replied languidly. John tilted his head to look at the man out of the corner of his eye. The dark haired criminal met his gaze with a childishly innocent expression. John checked his watch then shrugged the Irishman off of him.
'Well, I guess I'd best be going now. I only wanted to annoy Sherlock, after all.' He said, standing up. The soldier didn't get far as Jim latched onto his jumper and dragged him back, forcing him down onto the bench then straddling his thighs.
'You leave when I say you can leave.' He snarled, all innocence in his demeanour replaced with the unpredictable nature that showed his psychopathic tendencies. John blinked in shock then came back to his senses and hastily let go of the consulting criminal, though when he grabbed hold of him the doctor would never know. Jim chuckled and pressed himself forward so their chests were flush against each other and their noses lightly touched.
'Um, you're a bit close.' John whispered, still unsure how to react. The psychopath only smiled brightly.
'Not close enough, Johnny-Boy.' He replied, pressing their lips together. The doctor kept his mouth closed and tried to push the criminal away but he was much stronger than he looked. Jim growled and nipped at the blond doctors lips til he gasped in pain then he slipped his tongue inside the suddenly revealed cavern.
The soldier surrendered with a moan and allowed Moriarty to map out his mouth. As he began to get used to the sensation, he realised that the Irishman's hands were roaming his body, getting increasingly lower. When the younger man's fingers brushed over the denim of John's jeans, the doctor pulled away again.
'Oh no. Definitely not. Not on a bench, not in a park and, most of all, not with you.' He stated boldly, immediately regretting want he'd said. Or, at least, the tone he had said it in. Jim sat back, still on his lap, and thought for a moment before getting up and dragging the doctor round the bench to the small wooded area behind.
'You seem to think that I care about what your opinion.' Jim snapped, shoving the doctor down before following him. 'Now this will be so much easier for both of us if you just give in. Who knows? You might enjoy it. Or you can fight and I'll do it anyway.' John looked vaguely paler as he propped himself up on his elbows.
'I'd have thought rape was beneath you.' He said, trying to sound nonchalant and failing miserably. Jim smiled darkly, showing his pearly white teeth.
'You're beneath me at the moment and I'm prepared to make an exception.'