And Your Bird Can Sing

Chapter Two

by SurpriseSushi

[TEXT] He's here. M_

[TEXT] Took his bloody time SM

[TEXT] Just be ready, Sebastian. Don't want your pretty little face getting injured. M_

[TEXT] I can handle myself SM

[TEXT] And that's why I could give only you this job. M_

[TEXT] I got it boss SM

/

"How much longer do you intend to keep me locked up in your office, Mycroft?"

Sherlock had been through every inch of tape, every photo, every text that involved John and Moran's 'relationship'; he didn't know what he had been hoping to find, some sign that John was being forced into something, that Moran had some sort of malice intent, but Sherlock found absolutely nothing. It unnerved him deeply. Moran was the last strand of Moriarty's web, but he was powerful enough to build up a new empire. What was he doing with John?

Mycroft sighed at Sherlock from over his tea. "I have arranged for you to be driven to Baker Street tomorrow at ten. I shall be accompaning you; John deserves at least that."

"I don't know what you mean by that, nor do I care." He said simply in reply and went to drape his long frame across the couch, steepling his fingers up in front of his face, immediately lost in deep thought.

/

"Doctor Watson!"

John woke violently, his head slipping from his hand. He managed to catch himself before his head slammed into his desk, and he looked up at the woman who was standing in the middle of his office. He frowned and stared at her, his eyes growing cold.

"Anthea." John was going to make a snide comment about how the PA's fingers weren't tapping away on her blackberry, but he decided against it. "What d'you want?" That didn't mean he wasn't going to be rude.

"Mycroft is here to see you." She said calmly, looking back at him.

"What makes you think I want to see him?"

"I'm not giving you much of a choice, John."

John sighed as Mycroft walked into his office, umbrella in one hand and a folder in the other. He advaced towards the doctor's desk and sat in the chair in front of it, placing the folder on the surface in front of him and waved Anthea out of the room. He put his hands up in front of his face and stared John down.

"Does it matter to you that I have patients to see?" John muttered.

"I took the liberty in canceling all your appointment's today."

John slammed his papers down on his desk and leaned back in his chair. "Talk all you want, doesn't mean I'll respond." He knew he was being as asshole, but he honestly didn't care.

Mycroft crossed his legs elegantly and hung his umbrella on the arm of the chair. "John, it has come to my attention that you are currently... seeing an old army friend on an increasingly regular basis." He paused, but John just stared at him, neither comfirming nor denying Mycroft's claim. Mycroft sighed and continued. "Colonel Sebastian Moran, former officer of the 1st Bangalore Pioneers, same as you I believe. You two seem to have a very intimate relationship."

"What do you care, Mycroft?" John snapped. It was none of Mycroft bloody business, and John wasn't about to indulge Mycroft need to know every last damn thing about his life. He didn't have to be neither did he want to be assosiated with the elder Holmes.

"I'm concerned, John. Sherlock asked me to look after you and I intend to do just so-"

John stood up, glaring at Mycroft. "I don't give a damn what he told you to do. /I'm/ telling you to leave me alone and mind your own bloody business. I'm already pissed that you're watching everything I do on your camera's, but you think you can barge in here and start making assumptions about my life?" Mycroft didn't answer; he merely looked at John with the same unwavering gaze. John walked past him amd spun around at the door. "Piss off, Mycroft. I don't need your help, nor do I need it. Leave me alone. I've had enough of you Holmes for a lifetime." He stormed out of the office, ignoring Anthea, who was typing on her blackberry now, and he didn't stop until he was far away from the hospital.

He stopped walking and leaned against the wall, his emotions almost getting the better of him. He bit down on his lips hard and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He dialed a number quickly from memory and shoved the mobile against his ear.

After a moment, a deep voice answered. "Hey, John."

John breathed in deeply and closed his eyes. "Seb, are you free?"

"Yeah. You want to have dinn-"

"Can you come to my flat?" John asked, cutting him off.

Sebastian paused, and when he spoke, John heard the smile on his face. "I'll be there in ten."

John hung up, and made his way to 221b, unlocking the door and practically running up the stairs, mumbling a quick greeting to Mrs. Hudson, who was on her way out. He yanked off his coat, dropping it onto the floor and striped off his shirt and shoes.

He went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, padding back out to the sitting room. He'd barely twisted off the cap when there was a quiet knock on the door and Sebastian poked his head in.

"I came as quick as I could." Sebastian purred, walking up slowly to John.

John stepped up to Sebastian in a second, closing the distance between them in an instant, taking him by the shirt and pulling him forward into a bruising kiss. Sebastian's tongue slid into his mouth and he pressed back against it with his own. Once he pulled away, Sebastian raised an eyebrow at him.

"Did something happen, John?" He asked, lowering his mouth to John's neck.

John breathed in sharply as Sabastian's hot breath hit his skin and his mouth came down on his neck. "Nothing. It doesn't matter." He whispered, placing his untouched drink on the nearest flat surface and snaking in hands up into Sebastian's shirt.

Sebastian sucked on John's neck, his fingers making quick work of the smaller man's shirt and dropped it to the floor. John grabbed him around the middle and dragged him backwards into the bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind them.

Maybe that's what it was for John. A coping mechanism. When his emotions became too much for him to bear, his fingers dialed the phone number of Sebastian Moran and their lips were glued together within fifteen minutes of hanging up. It put everything on hold, made his breath hitch, and his heart stop.

That made him laugh.

Moriarty had told Sherlock he could stop John's heart and he had done just that. Everything had ended when John had heard the sickening crunch of bone slamming onto pavement that afternoon.

As he lay underneath Sebastian, everything was left behind and he became a body. Just a body. That can be abused in any way as long as he could forget who he was. John didn't dwell on the fact of how completely fucked up what he was doing was, but he just simply stopped caring.

"John-"

"Yeah?"

"Are you going to me what happened?"

John frowned. He hesitated for a moment then lifted himself up onto his elbow and looked down at Sebastian. "Sherlock's bloody brother happened. He came into the surgery and just started running his mouth." Sebastian pulled John closer and wrapped an arm around his shoulders as John continued. "He even went as far as to mention Sherlock- as if he ever cared about him- and he mentioned you and-"

Sebastian stopped him then. "Me? What's he say about me?" John didn't notice the slight change of expression on Sebastian's face.

"Nothing; I didn't let him. He just commented on our-... intamacy." John muttered quietly.

Sebastian looked at John's face for a long time, a hand stroking his hair slowly. John heard him take a deep breath. "John, I-... I don't care for what that man thinks of or says about me. I... I love you, John."

John felt his throat constrict and his heartbeat increase to an alarming speed before halting completely. He looked up at Sebastians face, expecting to see a joking smile and a laugh, but when he was met with a completely serious look, John swollowed hard.

Sebastian loved him? All they did was shag- didn't they? Their 'relationship' didn't involve emotions, didn't it? John had denied himself investing anything into his feelings for Seb; or at least he had tried. He knew he had failed in this task when he felt the words leaving his lips.

"I love you, too, Sebastain." John said quietly, leaning down and capturing the other man's lips with his.

Sebastian smile just slightly into the kiss, putting his arms around John and pulling him down, deepening their kiss.

John Watson had fallen for Sebastian Moran and had fallen hard. Sebastian had the ex-army doctor exactly where he wanted him.

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End of Chapter Two.