"Run, I must," John thought as he ran down the street in a panic. "Sherlock and I have to re-define the nature of our association, just friends, just friends, "John mumbled aloud.
He bumped into several pedestrians as John sought shelter from the rain behind a trash bin. He had only been there a few moments when a figure pulled him gently out into the open, thinking it was Sherlock, John relaxed, only to stiffen when he saw who it really was.
"Moriarty," John gasped aloud as John held him at arm's length.
Moriarty sighed as he took off his coat and wrapped it around John, "For God's sake John we've slept together, I think you can call me Jim." When John didn't answer Moriarty pulled him towards the light, "Jesus, John, you look awful. Hasn't that piss-ant Sherlock been taking care of you? Never mind I can see he hasn't," Moriarty sighed as he noted how John's clothes hung loosely on his caved in body. "I gave you back to him and how does he repay my precious gift? He neglects you. John please just come away with me, for I will cherish you, love you, spoil you like you've never been spoiled in all of your life. John everyone in your life has taken you for granted, now it's your turn. It's your turn to be special." Moriarty whispered as his luminous brown eyes stared into John's frightened blue ones.
"You'll have to take me by force, for I'm not going back to him and I'm not going with you either. How much do you love me, Mor..Jim? Enough to let me go?" John stated his voice quivering towards the end of his sentence.
Moriarty smiled as he smoothed John's hair down, "John, Sherlock can come away with us, he can be your little pet, I'll even get him a collar, and you can parade him around naked, trust me he'll love it." Moriarty said as he slipped his hands around John's waist letting them rest in the small of his back. "It appeals to you doesn't it?" Moriarty whispered as he ran his tongue along John's neck and then bit on his shoulder until a trickle of blood ran down John's back. He then brushed his hand up against John's pelvis, "Aw John, I am disappointed for I felt sure this would have aroused you. God, you were fine in that area with me, that duplicitous little turd, Sherlock has ruined you, how I hate him." Moriarty spat.
John pulled away from Moriarty's grasp and said firmly as he handed him back his coat, "Good-bye, Jim."
Moriarty looked so sad and vulnerable for a moment that John was shocked. Then a transformative evil spirit seemed to drift over his features as Moriarty scowled. "John, I won't force you for I want you to come with me willingly. I am purchasing an estate not too far from Mycroft's and you and Hope would be quite comfortable there I assure you."
John smiled sadly at Moriarty, "No, I'm sorry."
Moriarty turned away from John and said calmly, "At least let me drop you somewhere, it's freezing out here."
Without a word John turned away from Moriarty squaring his shoulders against the frigid air. He had only walked a few steps away when another figure called out to him, "Doctor Watson, is that you?"
John squinted into the darkness; half expecting it to be some trick of Moriarty's, but it was only a member of Sherlock's homeless network. "Bill, Bill, Wiggins, isn't it?" John asked softly.
"Yes, yes that's right, Doctor Watson." Bill replied impressed that John remembered him for the homeless were invisible to most. His large eyes took in John's appearance and he frowned. "Doctor Watson, you look done in. Do you want me to fetch Sherlock?"
John shook his head vehemently, "No, no, I'm fine."
Bill sized up the situation in a moment. "He has nowhere to go," Bill thought. "Look Doctor, there's a place you can rest quietly if that sounds fine to you."
John nodded," It sounds fine, thank you, Bill."
Bill beamed, "No, problem Doctor Watson."
John jammed his cold hands in his pockets and then said, "Lead on, oh and please just call me John."
"Okay, John, follow me," Bill Wiggins said proudly.
Sherlock ran out of the flat in a panic for John was nowhere to be seen from the upstairs window. "Damn it, where could he be?" Sherlock thought as he looked around the empty streets. Like a dog that has lost the scent Sherlock wandered around the rain soaked streets unable to deduce John's trail. He was just about to resort to calling Lestrade for assistance when Bill Wiggins materialized in front of him.
"Sherlock, I know where John is, interested?" Bill Wiggins said with a smug smile on his face.
Sherlock grabbed him by the front of his shirt, "Take him to me now."
Bill Wiggins looked offended and then straightened his shirt after Sherlock released him. "I should make you say please, but John needs you, so I will refrain from any pettiness, which is more than I can say about you."
Sherlock ignored him as he followed at a discrete distance. "As soon as he leads me to John I am going to strangle him," Sherlock thought angrily.
After a few blocks, Bill turned off into a deserted stretch of town, a place had of abandoned factories from long ago; he stopped before a particularly dismal, graffiti strewn structure motioning for Sherlock to follow him.
Sherlock grabbed Bill's arm just before they went inside, "How could you have taken John to..to this place," he hissed.
Bill Wiggins paused, "Someone had to care of him, didn't they?"
Sherlock swallowed and silently motioned for Bill to lead the way. The place was cold and dank and smelled of crack pipes, body odor, mold, urine and vomit. Sherlock held his arm to his nose as they wound their way through passed out clients on dirty mattresses, then Bill took a sharp right and opened a door that creaked as it turned on its hinges and there curled up on a dirty mattress was John.
Sherlock ran forward, stumbling over glass bottles, dirty baby diapers, trash and refuse that he didn't want to speculate on what the piles of sludge were. John turned over, looked at Sherlock and said sleepily, "Sherlock have you come for me?"
Sherlock nodded, took off his jacket, and put it around John's shaking shoulders. "John, let's go home.'
John shook his head, "No, Sherlock, I think we need to redefine the nature of our association. We just need to be friends and I have to find a place to heal so that you can go back to living a life without my burdens dragging you down."
Sherlock sat down on the dirty mattress next to John and said, "John, you are a burden, but life without you is intolerable. You mustn't listen to me when I ramble on, it's just that this whole thing is so frustrating and I can't make it go away, I let you down, I didn't protect you."
John smiled and shook his head, "No, Sherlock, you're perfect and you haven't done anything wrong. If you want I'll come back with you until I find another place to stay."
Sherlock pulled John to his feet, staring at him intently and then he spoke softly, "John, 221b Baker Street is your home and your place is with me, by my side and if you desire it, in my…my bed."
John looked down, "Sherlock, how can you want me, after I slept with…with Moriarty."
Sherlock was breathing heavily by this time, trying in vain to control himself, "John, I don't care if you've slept with everyone in London, you are the most…the most…"
Sherlock's voice trailed off as he took John in his arms and kissed him, letting his tongue trail down to where Moriarty had bit him, licking the dried blood as he fought to keep from ripping John's clothes off right then and there. The bite had re-opened and Sherlock gasped in pleasure, as he sucked on John's neck, heedless of anything but the taste of John's blood in his mouth.
"Sherlock, take me now," John whispered as he felt a stirring in his groin.
Sherlock looked around, "John this place is filthy."
"I don't care," John said as he unbuckled his pants.
Sherlock's eyes widened as he pushed John down on the mattress, placed his knees on each side of John, squeaking a little when John slipped his hand down between his legs.
"Sherlock, I want to be inside you, but we don't have any you know," John gasped as he desperately pulled at Sherlock's groin.
Sherlock was shaking so hard by this time he was starting to feel light headed, "Here use this."
John took the small round container and looked back at Sherlock speculatively, "Sherlock this is lip balm."
"It doesn't have menthol in it, so go ahead use it," Sherlock rasped as John dug his fingers into the small container.
While John was getting ready, Sherlock stuck his tongue in John's ear, reveling as he sucked on John's earlobe. "I want to taste you," Sherlock said as he licked under John's armpit.
John chuckled and then grabbed ahold of Sherlock's hair, "Sherlock, prepare to boarded," John whispered, his voice low, sexy, menacing, just the way Sherlock liked it.
Sherlock wrapped his legs around John's waist, pulling his further in. John didn't last long and he leaned back laughing as Sherlock, played with his limpness.
"Shit, I sure didn't last long," John said as he watched Sherlock playing with him like a cat that has just popped a balloon.
"Sherlock, I love you," John said, as his lips worked their way down Sherlock's body, his tongue meeting Sherlock's need with expertise.
Sherlock whimpered as John worked him hard, and then moaned in pleasure as he released in John's mouth.
John lay in Sherlock's arms, not minding that Sherlock was smoking and after he finished a cigarette Sherlock sighed, "Well, John as charming as this place is, I think we should go."
John nodded reluctant to pull his pants up. After they tidied up as best they could John and Sherlock got up and walked down the street arm in arm, stopping at Angelo's place. As Angelo, showed them to a table he gushed over Sherlock as usual, "Sherlock, anything for you and your…your friend John Watson."
Sherlock looked up at Angelo and corrected him firmly, "Angelo, John is not here as a friend, he is here as my date. John Watson is my date."
John squeezed Sherlock's hand under the table so tightly that Sherlock winced, but he would just as soon let John break every bone in his hand than let go.