Sherlock paced the living room of the flat. He had expected John to walk round for a bit then come back but he had been gone for over an hour now. The detective looked out of the window then his ears picked up the soft click of the door opening. He turned round as the heavy wooden door open to see his flatmate and Moriarty fall into the flat, faces seemingly attached together. He stared in shock as the consulting criminal straddled the soldier, cupping his face in his hands as they continued to try and shove their tongues down each others throats.
After a few moments, Sherlock coughed in annoyance. Jim looked up with a Cheshire cat smile firmly plastered on his face.
'Oh Shirley, I didn't see you there.' He stated in his high pitched, sing-song voice. John scowled at him.
'You bloody well knew he would be. Git.' He mumbled, trying to push the Irishman off him before giving up and twisting his head so he could see the detective.
'I'm so sorry, he's a persistent little blighter-.' The rest of the doctors sentence was cut off as the criminal latched onto his neck, enticing a rumbling moan out of his lips. The detective watched the two men for a short time. He could tell exactly where they had been-the park-and exactly what had happen, though he secretly wished he didn't. What was odd was that his flatmate seemed to be enjoying himself, however; the evidence was everywhere that the sex wasn't consensual so what the hell happened? Moriarty giggled maniacally as he pulled away from the soldier to look at Sherlock.
'You really don't get it, do you?' The criminal asked, smile still playing on his lips. The detective scowled.
'Well, I'm sure you'll have a long time to figure it out. In the meantime, John and I are going to go into his bedroom for some adult private time. No, the door won't be locked but I think we'd appreciate it if you kept out. Okay, Shirley? Good.' Jim said in his sweetly patronising tones, picking the soldier up off the floor and dragging him to the stairs before pushing him up to the bedroom.
A few hours later, the two men reappeared in the living room. Sherlock ignored them, Jim had made sure that the whole street knew what he and John had been doing, even the deaf woman who lived a few doors down. Moriarty gave the doctor a peck on the cheek then left the flat, only turning back to wink slyly. John went into the kitchen with a faint blush on his cheeks, clearly trying to avoid the detective for as long as possible. Sherlock just wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.
John didn't realise he wasn't alone in the kitchen until he was pressed up against the worktop by his flatmate.
'You are going to tell me what happened. Now.' The detective growled. John gulped and twisted his head to face Sherlock.
'I'm sure you know what happened. You can't actually be that naïve.' The doctor snapped, not likely the fact that he was trapped again.
'After the sex. He raped you so why did you invite him back and let him take you again?' Sherlock asked. The soldier sighed, well it probably was Sherlock's business.
'Ok. Let me go and I'll tell you.' He surrendered.