John felt disgusted with himself. He kept on replaying the previous day's events over and over and every time he felt more hollow and ashamed. He told himself that he did what he had to, it was for Sherlock, damnit, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was how much he had liked it. Loved it, in fact. Moriarty was a terrible man. He killed innocent people just to have something to do. He was unstable, he was dangerous, but worst of all, he had a deadly magnetism. John had spent all night tossing and turning, his head full of self hatred and dark longing. When the sun rose, John went about his morning routine as normally as he could. When the knock came at the door, he was ready to face whatever was ahead.
The blindfold was removed. Moriarty sat in front of him in a trim black suit. The men left the room as before. They sat in silence, Moriarty looking at John, John looking at anything but Moriarty. Finally Jim spoke.
"Your beloved Sherlock is quite a handful. He just about caught the killer this morning. I of course put a stop to the confrontation."
John's eyes snapped to Moriarty. He laughed and added "Oh, calm yourself, my dear John. Sherlock is fine, fine. I just threw him off the scent." John sighed in relief and relaxed his body, which had been tensed to throttle the man in front of him. Moriarty looked him over. "You are dangerously loyal, you know. I'd watch it, John. It could be the death of you one day."
"I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand." John said quietly.
It happened so fast and so unexpectedly that John didn't have time to react. Moriarty shot from his chair and grabbed John by the hair. The other hand grabbed him firmly by the neck. His eyes bore into him like a fire, their faces so close that John could smell spearmint chewing gum on Moriarty's breath.
"How dare you." He said with so much hatred that John couldn't help but flinch back. "I've experienced more pain than you could ever imagine. You have no idea what I've done, what I've had to do." His breath was ragged now. "How...dare you think you understand me."
And as fast as it happened, Jim removed himself from John, His back turned from him. John realized that he had been holding his breath. He exhaled and watched the man in front of him carefully. Moriarty turned his neck to the side to crack it. He spun around with a smile on his face, all traces of the his twisted rage gone. John could hardly believe how quick this man could change. He was like the weather. He could be peaceful and cheery, but in the blink of an eye a storm could erupt. Moriarty was both beautiful and terrible.
Moriarty rubbed his hands together. "So, my lovely John, I have something fun planned today." He motioned towards the bed. "Get undressed and lay down."
John stood up and stripped. Moriarty went to the side of the bed and sat down. John went to the opposite side and stretched out on his back. He laid there stiff on the thick red blanket, scared of what Moriarty was going to do to him. He was completely vulnerable to this mad man. Moriarty adjusted himself on the bed so that he was on his side, his arm supporting his head. The other hand was flat on the bed, inches from John.
"Today, I'm going to make you come without any physical touch." Moriarty purred.
John could feel a warmth spreading in his body at those words.
"Your breathing just sped up." Moriarty gave a small laugh."You want this so bad, don't you?"
John could feel his cock stiffening. He thought of fighting it, but what was the point? This is what Moriarty wanted.
"I asked you a question, Johnny boy." Jim leaned closer and whispered into John's ear "You want this, don't you?"
The feeling of Jim's hot breath in his ear caused his arms to break out in cold chills.
"Yes." He managed, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Good." Moriarty smiled. "You and Sherlock are so much fun to watch, you know. Never a dull moment in 221b."
John could feel himself blushing. His erection was at half of it's potential now. John was shocked at how much of an effect Jim had on him. A few words spoken in that soft crisp voice made him melt.
"You are particular fun to watch when Sherlock isn't home. When you sneak into his room..." Jim's long index finger traced small circles on the cool fabric of the bed. "...and you rummage in the back of his drawers for that black thong he has. He looks great in it, you know. Absolutely marvelous." Moriarty sighed. "And you look marvelous with it wrapped around your cock."
John gave a small gasp, the words sending a pulsing heat through his cock.
"What do you think Sherlock would do if he found out?" Jim teased darkly. "Do you think he'd put them on for you?"
John pictured Sherlock in the black satin panties, his swollen cock pushing against the thin fabric. He imagined what it would be like to suck the head through the material, hearing Sherlock make small pleading noises.
"Fuck" He moaned, his hand moving towards his fully erect cock.
"John." Moriarty warned.
His hand dropped down to the bed again.
"Patience, love."
Moriarty shifted his body a little closer.
"Do you know about the little box he has in his closet, John?"
He swallowed and shook his head. a mischievous smile spread across Moriarty's face.
"When you two get into an argument, he'll slam his door and pace back and forth like a caged tiger. Eventually he'll open his closet and get the thing that's in that little box. Do you know what that thing is, Johnny boy?"
He shook his head again.
"It's a baby blue dildo, my dear. He'll strip down to nothing and crawl onto his bed. He doesn't use lubricant. your beloved Sherlock prefers to moisten it with his mouth."
John's heart was racing, thinking of Sherlock's tongue dancing it's way up the blue dildo.
"And when he's ready, he gets on his knees, spreading them just enough."
John's hands clenched the sheets at his sides. Jim's dark eyes flashed, a hungry need written on his face.
"He never locks the door. I think he wants you to catch him." Moriarty leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of John's ear. "What would you do if you caught him, John?" He purred.
"I-" John's voice trembled, "...I would kiss him."
Moriarty gave a soft chuckle in John's ear that made his cock ache.
"Surely you can do better than that."
John took a shuddering breath. "I would have him suck my fingers so that I could slide them into him-"
John's hips rose off of the bed slightly.
"And I'd use my other hand to stroke him. Oh fuck."
A bead of precome glistened at the head of John's cock.
"I think Sherlock would like that." Jim whispered hotly into John's shoulder. "You know, sometimes he moans your name when he comes. It's gorgeous to see the great Sherlock Holmes lose control, to be so helpless and vulnerable, so desperate...and know it's because of you."
John moaned softly, his fists tightening in the sheets.
"Please..." He managed, his eyes shut, his breathing rapid. "please Jim."
Moriarty licked his bottom lip before continuing.
"What would he think of you right now? His beloved John, at the mercy of his enemy, begging for release?"
John's hips went up slightly again, causing the bead of precome to roll delicately down his engorged cock.
"Jim-" He moaned, his head leaning into the pillow. His hips bucked and his back arched off of the bed. He gave a shuddering gasp as come ran down his cock, pooling on his stomach. Jim watched with deep fascination.
Soon John started coming down from his orgasm. His body went limp on the bed. He could feel his heartbeat slowing. They laid there in silence.
Moriarty rolled onto his back and placed an arm over his eyes. John turned his head to him. His eyes inched their way over the man's body, still fully clothed. He lingered on Jim's erection, which still strained against his thigh. John cleared his throat.
"Would you, um, like me to help you with that?" Jim lifted his arm and looked at John questioningly. John moved his head in the direction of Moriarty's swollen cock. A look of embarrassment (and was that perhaps shock?) crossed his face but was quickly gone, a mask of indifference replacing it.
"Oh, no, Johnny boy. You've had your fun for the day."
He placed his arm back over his eyes.
"You are dismissed."
John looked down at the mess on his stomach. Upon looking to his side, he saw a box of tissues on the night stand. He quickly cleaned himself up and got off the bed, trying to not disturb Moriarty, who seemed to be in a trance. John Watson got dressed and knocked on the door.
He couldn't help but give the dark man on the bed one last glance before he was taken away.