Disclaimer: I still own nothing…...but I wish these men were all mine.
He was being watched. He knew he was frequently watched by those around him, he may not care about looks, but he was perfectly aware of how his affected other people. He often used this knowledge to further his own agenda; attraction was such a simple thing to exploit. But this was different, this person was bold. He looked over to where he knew his admirer was seated and glared at him. The man should look away now, Sherlock knew his glare was intimidating, but surprisingly the man smiled. Oh great, a narcissist, too sure of his own pull that he failed to consider that he wouldn't be interested in him. Well, cutting him down should be a good distraction while Sherlock waited for John to finish at the surgery. The man stood and started to walk over to where Sherlock was seated. As he walked over, he studied the man. 5'11", well-built, traditionally handsome face, short brown hair, suit, well-made but not bespoke. Right-handed, educated but of only average intelligence, office worker, something in finance, unmarried, has a cat, in other words, boring.
"May I join you?" He asked, smiling obnoxiously.
"No." Sherlock took a sip of his coffee.
"Well that's not polite is it?" The idiot said as he sat anyway.
"No it is not, nor was it meant to be." He looked him over dismissively.
"Well when I see such an attractive man sitting alone, I can't help but introduce myself. My name is…."
"Your name is unimportant." Sherlock interrupted rudely. "How frequently does this work for you?"
"Umm, I don't understand." His stupid smile was still in place. Sherlock wanted to cut his lips off.
"No of course you don't. I shall spell it out for you. How frequently do you "score" by forcing your company on uninterested men?"
"I don't have a problem scoring beautiful. And everyone is interested in me, even you. You just want to play hard to get, and that's ok. I can play." As he spoke he leaned closer to Sherlock and attempted to grab his hand.
Something snapped in Sherlock, the gall of this idiot, trying to touch him! He leaned in closer and lowered the register of his voice to make it more threatening.
"Somehow, I don't think you would like the games I enjoy." The idiot's eyes flickered, and Sherlock was pleased.
"If you knew the things I would do to you, the implements I would use, the actions I would execute upon you, I don't believe you would still want to play with me."
He could almost smell the beginnings of his fear, now this was getting interesting. He could smell something else as well; this scent distracted him and brought him back to where he was currently sitting.
"Hello John." He sat back and lifted his eyes to meet those of the smaller man who had just arrived.
"Hello, is everything fine here?" John was on edge. He did not like seeing Sherlock leaning close to this strange man.
"Yes of course, this insipid man invited himself to sit next to me. I was just asking him to leave."
John's eyes flashed with anger and seeing it pleased Sherlock immensely. John possessive was a beautiful sight. He took a deep breath and lowered his eyes. If he continued to look at John in this state, he would not be able to stop himself from bending him over the table and fucking him senseless. While he was unconcerned with social convention, he knew John would be displeased. He liked this café.
"You should leave now." John's voice was pleasant, which was creepy considering the rage in his eyes.
The idiot almost fell as he jumped out of his chair a little too quickly. He looked momentarily confused as he realized that he was a good 5 inches taller than John. Sherlock could tell he was wondering why he was so intimidated by the shorter man and was considering standing his ground which made him chuckle. Why do people always underestimate him? He knew people were blind and stupid, but really, how could they not see what was so obvious? His amusement was not lost on John, who gave him an annoyed look. Sherlock was not concerned however; he could see the affection in his John's eyes. The idiot decided to cut his losses and walk away, which disappointed Sherlock briefly. John of course noticed.
"You're quite the troublemaker aren't you?" He murmured against Sherlock's temple as he placed a kiss there.
"You must have me mistaken for someone else John. I was merely enjoying my coffee when I was quite rudely interrupted." Sherlock projected pure innocence.
"Of that I have no doubt, but that doesn't mean you didn't enjoy that." John smirked.
"I get so bored John." Sherlock did not whine. He never whined.
John laughed. "Well we need to find something to entertain you then don't we?"
"I can think of something very entertaining we could be doing right now. Of course, we would have to forget about dinner." Sherlock looked hopeful.
John groaned, Sherlock knew he would never turn him down. "We'll get take away Sherlock, you may function on scraps but I need real food. And you will eat with me."
Sherlock grinned in triumph. "Yes of course John, anything you want." His voice changed again, became deeper and darker. "And then I get what I want."
John shivered in anticipation.