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Sherlock's breathing came in heavy gaspes and shuddering breaths as the man ran his lips along Sherlock's collar bone. Being a virgin he had never experienced this before. It frightened him more than anything. Love had been the second thing farthest from his mind while lust was the farthest. He trembled as the cool lips traveled down his body. A hand came from behind and inserted itself into his waistband. He felt his breath catch and couldn't think straight.
Then there was the boxcutter again on the other side. It ran neatly up hi side without making a mark then to his back and down his spine. He tried to ignore it until it was run across his throat. He heard the man behind him let out an amused sigh as he dug into the flesh above Sherlock's right collar bone. He bit his lip again, sure that he would not give these men any pleasure and waited for his body to calm down. The hand in his waistline moved across then out of his pants, only to unbutton and unzip them.
Sherlock swallowed and started to tremble. He looked up and tried to think of anything else but the hand traveling further into his clothing. The man in front of him had moved away. He could feel the man behind him hardening, for he was so close. Sherlock whimpered as he was touched, just barely.
"You want it." The man whispered. Sherlock shook his head and closed his eyes in denial. The man grabbed his hair and made him look up as he took hold of Sherlock forcefully.
Sherlock let out a loud," Ugh!" And his eyes flew open. He wiggled to try to get away but the man held him firm. It wasn't going to be that easy.
"You should not have meddled." HE whispered. Sherlock let out a shuddering breath as the man loosened his grip.
John nodded. Based loosely on the pickup and drop locations and the patterns Sherlock drew on the map he had loosly pinpointed the area Sherlock should be in. He dialed and waited, tapping his foot inpatiently.
"Come on. Pickup." He got the answering machine and sighed angrily," I found Sherlock. Meet me. I'll text the address. Bring backup." He hung up and grabbed his coat.
Sherlock started to kick furiously as his pants were wripped down to his was grabbed around the waist by two strong hands and held still. He whimpered and pulled at his wrists until he felt blood running down his arms. He felt the man lick some of the blood an dlet out a noise of disgust causing the man to hold his hips tighter. another man tore his underwear down to his knees.
He started shaking his head back and forth whispered," No, no, no." He felt the man line up and started to sob quietly. The man forced himself in with a loud grunt then started to rock his hips back and forth.
Sherlock shouted and shouted until he was hoarse, tears streaming down his face. Sweat burned his eyes and soaked his bloodstained shirt. After what seemed like forever his clothes were restore and he was left hanging alone in the dark. As the man left he laughed.
"It will all be over soon." Sherlock nodded and started to painfully work the paperclip out of his matted hair.
John ran down the alley and started kicking in doors to all the wearhouses. He had never been to this part of town before. The internet said it had been an empty lot that wasn't concidered part of London because of it's distance from the center.
Sherlock finnaly got both his hands loose and fell in a heap to the floor. He lay with his face pressed to the cool floor, breathing hard. He could barely move but he knew he had to get himself motivated.
He felt in his back pocket and pulled out some of his nicotine patches and sighed. They wouldn't give him much energy but it should be enough. He heard some shuffling and he scooted behind the wooden thing he felt earlier. He started pealing the packages and applying the patched to his right arm.
The men came to the empty handcuffs and a light was turned on. He blinked a few times then bolted forward and grabbed the gun out of one man's waistband and stepped back so that he could see the three others as well.
"Boy, We know you don't use those things. Not only that, there is only one bullet." It was the biggest man again.
"I only need one." he lowered the gun and shot the man in the crotch then he ran foward and hit the second man with the gun. Somehow an arm ended up around him and wrestled the gun from his grasp but he ducked, got the boxcutter from the man's pants and stood, slashing the man's throat with one slice.
He flinched as the blood sprayed his bare chest and face. He was stunned for a moment then adrenaline and the nicotine kicked in full last man tried to run, a look of pure fear on his face, and Sherlock grabbed him from behind and sliced his throat. The man fell limp at his feet and Sherlock stepped back in shock. Now he was covered in the blood of two men. He stepped away , swayed on his feet ,and blacked out.
John saw Lestrade running up and sighed," I've checked only half of them." He said.
"We have men here to help search. Not much because this is just a hunch and I don't have much pull these days. If he's here, We'll find him."
"Well, I'm going to keep up." John nodded and didn't even wait for a reply.
They searched for an hour and a half. John was near exhaustion. Lestrade walked up and sighed.
"This and one other are all that's left. Down that alley. Let's go."
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