WARNING! GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF TORTURE! LAST TORTURE WARNING PROMISE...maybe
Chapter Eleven
Sherlock was in love.
The fledgling was very much unaware of this fact but Caderyn could see it clear as day. It was in his pale silver-and-sky eyes whenever another one of Moriarty's gifts arrived. In his voice whenever he spoke the consulting criminal's name. It was captivating to watch and it made his heart swell every time he was privileged with it because it meant that his childe was slowly healing.
Even now as he sat in the sitting room with his mate and all their children he watched the detective smile that soft, sneaky little smile he always got while texting the psychopath. In a way he could understand their love, their attraction to each other. They were both broken, gravitating to the one person they'd found that could challenge them, match their intellect and surprise them. They'd found their soul mate in a world where people feared them for their minds and ostracized them. A world where even most who seemed to accept them held them at a distance.
He could see it in the was the DI Lestrade and John Watson continued to berate Sherlock for his moral ambiguity, never asking him just why he was that way or taking the time to figure it out. In the way Sherlock had so readily latched on to the idea of the DeLaRose clan being his family despite the fact that both his birth parents and his elder brother were still alive. It endeared him to Caderyn's heart more than he'd ever thought possible.
"What are you thinking about, Dear Heart?" Lizzie asked, drawing him from his thoughts and he smiled at her, basking in her warmth as she lay in his arms. Even now, nearly two weeks after she'd finally been found he could barely bear being apart from her. They'd spent most of their time curled together in one room or another, sometimes in the presence of their children, other times not so much.
He nuzzled her throat, pressing a chaste kiss to the pale unblemished flesh.
"Lockie and his mate."
Alec perked up from where he sat on the other side of the room while Sherlock blushed.
"Lockie, you've found your mate?" He asked and everyone stared at the blushing man who shook his head. Lizzie giggled at his denial.
"Oh hush, Childe. There is no need to deny such an interesting creature." She chastised and his blush deepened, even as possessiveness flashed in his eyes.
"What's his name?" Jared asked curiously and Sherlock sighed.
"James. James Moriarty."
"That consulting criminal you told us about?"
"The very same."
Matt chuckled. "Makes sense. From what I've heard he seems to be the only one that can keep up with you."
Caderyn and the others nodded in agreement and Sherlock smiled shyly, then looked down.
The vampire lord, sensing his change in mood, moved to his side and cupped his face gently.
"What is it, Little One?"
The younger man stared at him with sad, pale eyes.
"If Moriarty is my mate...why would he want me? I'm...damaged."
The red-head forced back a snarl, cursing the humans that had broken his child, not for the first time. Instead he smiled reassuringly.
"You may be damaged, but you're not broken. Trust me, childe. Even of you were he'd still want you. As he told your mother and Mycroft, you are his."
Sherlock smiled, eyes full of a possessiveness stronger than any Caderyn had ever seen.
"And he is mine."
"You've been quite busy lately."
Jim spun around as he entered his study to find his detective sitting at his desk, cradling the head of his latest victim, Leonard James, in his arms like one would a small babe. The detective was leaning back in the chair with his feet up on the table, curls wet from a recent shower if his current attire were to be believed. He wore an old t-shirt that was three sizes too big and slid down one shoulder under his blue silk dressing gown, and a pair of lose black pajama bottoms.
All in all it wasn't too hard to deduce that the man had snuck out from under the watchful eye of his pet under the guise of going to bed yet he couldn't help but wonder why.
"Have you enjoyed your presents?"
Sherlock smiled and there was something sinister in it. His canines seemed to lengthen just for a moment.
"Very much so. Five down, one to go."
"How did you find me?" He asked, moving to sit on his desk directly in front of his love who chuckled.
"It wasn't too hard. I've always known where you were, Moriarty. Even before that night at the pool I kept track of the whispers and the rumors. Our game started long before either of us knew."
The consulting criminal leaned forward until he was only a hairs breath away from his detective, who, to his surprise showed no fear. Instead the man leaned forward and brushed their lips together in a kiss that set his whole world aflame. For so long he'd dreamed of this moment, fantasizing of the day their lips and minds finally met and connected. With the recent incident, he'd strongly doubted this day would come but it was finally here.
He deepened the kissed, running his tongue across the seem of his lips like he'd been born to do so and Sherlock moaned softly. After a moment he pulled away panting, staring at his detective in wonder.
"The last dog is in the basement." He murmured.
Sherlock looked up at him, silver eyes half-lidded, a dark smile playing on his lips.
"Is that so?"
"I was going to kidnap you tomorrow so that you could come play with us. However you're here now. Would you like to play, Sherlylocks?"
The soft manic giggle that left the other man's lips sent a rush of arousal down his spine and he shivered, biting back a groan. The detective would be the death of him, he was certain of it.
He stood, helping the slimmer man to his feet before leading him from the room.
When they entered the basement their captive was awake, his eyes widening as he saw Sherlock. Fear flashed in them but was covered by a false bravado.
"You're that slut from the other night." He sneered. "What decided to have your friend take revenge for you?"
Sherlock smiled pleasantly at him, his eyes gleaming brightly.
"We just want to have a little fun." He purred and the man flinched, switching tactics.
"Hey, wait! Please! I'm sorry!" He cried and Sherlock shook his head.
"Not yet," His fangs lengthened and the man whimpered in fear, "but you will be."
Moriarty swallowed dryly, feeling himself harden as the darker side of his detective came out to play. He watched spellbound as the man picked up a small piece of the chain left over from the earlier captor and swung it at Timothy, hitting him across the chest.
The man cried out, jerking as the chain came down again and again, the blows hitting the same spot over and over in precise movements. After a few minutes Sherlock paused and dropped the chain, circling the chair thoughtfully. Then an unholy smirk crossed his features and he removed his captive's pants and under garments, wrapping the chain around one of the man's muscular thighs and pulling it tight.
Timothy screamed as it tightened and a loud crack sounded as the bone in the leg shattered under the pressure. The detective continued to pull with super human strength until the leg was cleaved straight through in a spectacular spray of blood.
James licked his lips, taking in the sight of the blood staining his love's pale skin, paying no mind to the coppery tang on his tongue. A high pitch cackle left Sherlock's lips and he moved on to the next leg, repeating the process. When he finished he turned and picked up a sharp scalpel from the table of tools against the wall and kneeled.
"No more! Please, no more. Please." Timothy sobbed, trying to jerk away from him. His pleas went ignored as the vengeful beauty grabbed his genitals and began to separate them from his body.
The scream that left his lips was positively horrific and Jim shivered in delight, watching as more blood coated his vixen.
"Please, no more." Sherlock mocked , yanking the appendage away with a vicious snarl. His victim let out a blood chilling scream before falling lip, the pain sending him into unconsciousness.
The detective slapped him awake, breaking his jaw in the process.
"Stay awake. We haven't even begun to make you pay for your actions yet."
Moriarty smirked, handing the beauty a bone saw. Sherlock smiled in thanks and began to saw away his assailant's arm, watching the man scream silently.
All to soon, it was all over and the man lay in pieces all over the room. Sherlock smiled in satisfaction, silver eyes glowing in his blood lust and fangs digging into his plush bottom lip. Moriarty's arms came up to wrap around his waist and he growled lowly in Sherlock's ear.
"Come, we have much to discuss. Don't you agree?"
He shivered and pressed closer to the body behind him.
"Indeed."
TBC...