I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY ABOUT THE LAST CHAPTER AND TO ANYONE WHO LIKED MYCROFT.

WARNING: ANOTHER SMUT SCENE AHEAD. REVERSED ROLES.

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YOU PEOPLE SAID YOU ENJOYED DARK SHERLOCK SO HERE YOU ARE.

Sherlock woke up in Jim's bed a few hours later. The criminal was nowhere to be seen. Memories began to flood back. The last thing he could fully remember was raising a gun to a man's head. The man was still fuzzy but the details would return soon.

"Morning gorgeous." Jim's voice drifted through the door as it opened.

Sherlock flashes him a weary smile, scrubbing a hand through his hair.

"Morning. What- what happened last night?" he asks, rubbing his eyes.

"There was a problem. You took care of it. And perfectly may I add." Jim sat on the bed beside the ex detective and kissed him lightly on the lips. Sherlock though was still confused.

"What problem?"

Jim hums, moving to straddle Sherlock's hips and wrapping his arms around the man's neck, nuzzling at his jawline.

"Your brother came-a-snooping. You took care of it wonderfully. Perfect," he murmurs, nipping lightly.

"How? And why did he come 'snooping'?" Sherlock placed his hands firmly on Jim's hips and pulled the criminal closer towards him. "Where is he now?"

"You're asking too many questions. Just relax." Jim digs his fingers into Sherlock's back just above his shoulder blades.

Sherlock hums a bit, enjoying it, but not willing to let the subject drop just yet.

"Dadddddyy," he purrs, hands fiddling with Jim's shirt. "What happened?"

"You shot him in the head," Jim says before soundly kissing him on the lips.

Sherlock freezes.

"I what?"

"Shot him. In the head. Come on it's not exactly rocket science."

Sherlock sits and contemplates the fact that he murdered his own brother but for some reason there was no guilt, no shame and no...remorse for what he did. He wasn't exactly happy that he was dead but he was happier knowing he was out of the picture.

Jim smiles a bit, brushing a hand through his hair.

"You did it so well too. The shock on his face. Mmm." He pushes Sherlock down onto the bed, running his hands over the man's chest. "Johnny boy is trying to turn Sebastian against you."

"You think he will?" Sherlock didn't try and hide concern this go round. Sebastian was a friend. He'd helped him, if sorts. His hands were still wrapped tightly around Jim's hip bones, he smiled leaned up and kissed him harder this time.

Jim hums, smiling in exhilaration as Sherlock flips them over without breaking the kiss.

"He might, if we keep giving him the chance," he replies breathlessly when they break apart.

Sherlock moved his hands away from Jim's hips and grasped his shoulders.

"What would you suggest?"

Jim hums, wrapping his legs around Sherlock's hips and pulling him down.

"We have to eliminate loose ends."

"You mean...how will we even get close to them? Assuming, we're going to be the ones to pulling triggers." Sherlock laughed as Jim yanked on his hips and pulled him down.

Jim smiles, twining his arms around Sherlock's neck.

"You still have the key to 221B. And the hospital will be easy enough. Two birds with one stone, there."

"They'll suspect something. You know they will." Sherlock kissed Jim lightly on the nose and flipped them over again so Jim was on top. "Either we outwit them or we strike ASAP."

"They do. So we need to move quickly." He smiles, feeling a rare rush of affection before he quashes it determinedly. It wouldn't do to get attached, yet. Not until they had everything. "England will be erupting into chaos any moment without your brother holding it together."

"Where's his body anyway? Nevermind, we've got more important things to discuss. Where, when and how are we going to strike?" Sherlock sighed but smiled at the same time. He didn't seem to exhibit any form of grief for his brother but he didn't seem to know why.

Jim sits back, still straddling Sherlock's hips.

"I'm not the only genius here, Sherly," he teases, though he is the better one. "I'm sure you can think of something. How would you do it?"

"John. Sloppy eater. It'd be easy to slip something into his food. A slow acting nerve poison or something. Sebastian and Severin...They're going to be trickier."

He smiles, clapping.

"Wonderful. Brilliant," he says, bending to kiss Sherlock before quite literally flopping down, half on top of him. "What about Sebby and his skittish little brother?"

"Well, Sebastian is very protective over the younger so put him in danger and he'd come running. Two birds one bullet. " Sherlock smiled and Jim wrapped him arms around his neck and flipped them again.

Jim smiles, pleased.

"And what about Lestrade?"

"He visits a pub off the Square regularly after his divorce with his wife. Set up a sniper. Aim to kill on sight. Easy." Sherlock purrs.

Jim smiles.

"A perfect plan." He rocks against Sherlock. "Who would you like to take care of?"

Sherlock smiles, an idea forming in his head.

"Leave John to me. We set a sniper on Lestrade and you can deal with the Morans." He kisses Jim hard again, pulling at his hair and biting his lip every now and again.

He gasps, greatly enjoying letting Sherlock take the lead for a moment.

"Mm. What about the hospital girl? Mary or whatever." He really couldn't be arsed to remember her name. "The woman with the cats and the Glee and whatnot."

Sherlock laughed.

"I'm sure you remember her Daddy." He winked playfully. "I thought I'd deal with her. If I could get to her before John could get a word to her, it'd be childsplay. Wait until her back in turned then stick a knife in it."

He shrugged, rather enjoying this new cruel streak in his personality.

"Scalpel might be a better touch. And yes, that would be perfect. She made me watch that show for 3 hours. It was terrible," Jim complains. "Get her. And make it hurt."

"Torture? Oh, you are a cruel man aren't you..." Sherlock's lips trailed across Jim's ear then jawline. All the while he was digging his nails into his shoulders and grinding his hips into his lightly.

Jim chuckles breathlessly, back arching at the digging of nails.

"Fuck- of course. I'm me," he says, rocking up into him. He's as much a masochist as a sadist, and this new streak of Sherlock's is perfect.

Sherlock's enjoying talking the lead for once. He's still gently rocking on top of Jim when the criminal's back arches. Sherlock smiles again and places his palm flat on Jim's chest, pushing him down. And keeping him down.

Sherlock is deceptively strong, and it's wonderful. Jim gasps, trying to press his hips up against the other man's.

"God."

"Patience." Sherlock tuts. He held Jim down harder, using his knees to steady and hold Jim's hips in place and stop them from bucking up. There'd be time for that but Sherlock wanted to make Jim work for it, just as Jim had made him work.

Jim laughs but obeys, stilling agreeably and looking up at Sherlock through his lashes.

"Teasing me back, I see." Not that he's complaining.

"Of course." Sherlock smiled, showing off his white teeth. "You honestly expect anything less?" Still with his knees gripping Jim's hips, Sherlock slowly picks the buttons off the criminal's shirt and undoes his tie.

"Westwood," he murmurs absently as Sherlock tugs off the buttons, not seeming too terribly upset. He tilts his head back a bit and lifts his neck to allow the tie to slide smoothly from his collar, chuckling a bit at Sherlock's reply. "Of course not," he huffs, chuckling.

Jim sits up as Sherlock peels the shirt from his thin frame. His head leans back again, allowing Sherlock access to his neck.

Sherlock gets to work biting and marking, though graciously avoids anything above the collar. Deft hands fold the tie in half and twist, wrapping the cloth around the back of Jim's neck before pulling the ends through the hole, tugging experimentally. The tie tightens, and Jim groans breathlessly, hips pressing up against Sherlock's of their own accord.

Sherlock chuckles, pulling on the tie a bit tighter.

"Naughty. The more you try the slower I'll go..." He smiles again lowering himself until he was chest to chest with him. He kissed him hard on the mouth then sat up, pulling off his own jacket and shirt but redoing his tie back onto his bare neck

"Of course I am," he says lightly when he can breathe again, though stills his hips compliantly. He licks his lips and watches as Sherlock strips off his shirt, letting out a pleased hum. His doctor did well, fixing Sherlock up. His chest is healing nicely- in days, it should be the flawless pale skin of before.

Jim licks his lips and tries to stills his legs. But seeing Sherlock in only trousers and a tie around his bare neck and oh god. Sherlock bit Jim's shoulder, making him cry out.

Sherlock chuckles, continuing down his jawline and collarbone.

"You're gorgeous like this," he purrs, making Jim grin and tilt his head back further. "You should talk."

"What do you mean by that pet?"

Jim tilted his head a fraction, groaned and leaned his head further into his pillow.

Pet? Oh my, Sherly does have a dominant streak.

"You're shirtless and wearing a tie. You're ridiculously gorgeous, at the moment," Jim huffs in reply, earning him a bite at the juncture of his jaw and throat.

"Bit high up, don't you think? So much for avoiding anywhere above the collar." Jim looks up at Sherlock and grins playfully. "I'd love to see you where this when you go and visit Johnny Boy."

Sherlock chuckles.

"I'm sure he would as well," he teases, smiling widely as he fiddles with Jim's pants. Jim snorts slightly, tilting his head back. "Everyone would, to be sure."

"Maybe I will then." Sherlock winks. He pulls Jim's belt from the loops before trailing his lips down across Jim's stomach. His fingers made quick work of the single button and he pulled his zipper down with his teeth, looking up the whole time.

Jim forces his hips to stay still as Sherlock teases him, though he has to wrap his hands around the headboard post to keep from reaching for the man's hair.

"You're a right tease," he says, licking his lips at the sight of Sherlock looking up at him like that.

"You love it." Sherlock flashes him a wicked grin and pulls Jim's trousers and underwear down around his ankles, still tugging on the tie around Jim's neck.

Jim's back arches of its own accord as his air is cut off, hands tightening on the post as he lets out a pleased moan.

"God, yes," he gasps out.

Sherlock smiled and growled playfully, still managing to maintain a certain amount of elegance as he dips down with his head, swallowing Jim's length entirely and giving a suck.

Jim positively writhes, using all of his self control to keep his hands still as he arches off the bed with a choked gasp.

Sherlock kept the tie wrapped around one hand and pulled whenever he went down, building a rhythm. Having Jim as the submissive for once was quite interesting.

It's a vicious rhythm, as every time he wants to draw in a breath, the tie is pulled taut around his throat, and he feels a burst of pride for Sherlock. Smart boy. Heat curls in his stomach far too soon. Good Lord, he hasn't been in this position in years.

In fact, Jim can't even remember the person he was with the last time this happened. As the tie went taut again, he managed to sneak in a few words.

"Where has this sudden dominant come from? And why haven't I met him sooner?" Jim has to gasp out the last few words.

Sherlock pulls off for a moment, shooting a dazzling grin at Jim as he tugs on the tie.

"Might've if you hadn't been so busy asserting your own dominance," he grins, licking up the underside before returning to wrapping his lips around, releasing the tie a bit.

"Thank for the tip." Jim gasps as his air was cut off again. He was thoroughly enjoying this new side to Sherlock, making a mental note to let the ex detective take the reins more often. Once again heat was building his stomach almost too quickly for his liking, so his busied his complex mind with how to take down the Morans quickly enough. Although his mind seemed to keep focusing on something else and that was John. Chances were he and Sebastian were planning to kill Sherlock on sight and that would not do.

Sherlock smiles, pulling off and using his free hand to tease at Jim's entrance.

"My pleasure." He licks along the underside of the criminal's cock, smirking up at him as he releases the tie a bit. Jim hums, drawing in breath and looking back down at him. "You'll need to be very careful to avoid being killed. I'm sure a warning has already been issued for you to be killed on sight."

Sherlock hums, not to different to the way Jim does and Jim smiles at that. He liked how Sherlock was taking on aspects of his personality. Not even Sebastian had gotten that far in over ten years of service. Jim sucks in a quick breath as the ex detective yanked harshly on the tie, making the criminal sit up.

Sherlock crushes their lips together in a fiery fight for dominance, which he wins, for now, and he explores Jim's mouth for a few moments before pulling away.

"Turn over," he demands, biting Jim's neck.

Jim obeys, the bitemark on his neck stinging. Sherlock grabs his wrists and pins then above Jim's head.

Before even being told, Jim moves his knees up towards his chest, lifting his hips to provide better access for Sherlock, who simply smirks and runs his fingers around the man's hole.

"When's the last time you were like this?" Sherlock casually drops in the question whilst gently tugging on Jim's hair with his free hand.

Jim hums.

"I honestly don't remember. Years, certainly," he says, gasping lightly as he's breached.

"Who with? You're not the one who comes off as the 'submissive' type but, as you're so proving, when you let someone else drive, you're quite good." Sherlock smirks, trailing a nail across the side of Jim's neck and applying slight pressure.

Jim lets out a pleased moan, pushing back into him.

"I don't remember, honestly. I can say you're better, though," he pants.

Jim groans again and rests his forehead on the headboard.

"Shame Victor isn't here, we could carry on from earlier. "It's an interesting relationship you have with Mr Trevor."

Sherlock hums, working his finger in and out leisurely.

"Haven't seen him since before my first bout in rehab. It's been nearly 20 years."

"You never tried contacting him?" Jim was a tad confused. Victor had spoken of his time with Sherlock before but never tried contacting him before his capture.

Sherlock shakes his head.

"No. We didn't exactly part on what you could call the best terms."

"I'm guessing your brother had something to do with that." Jim pushed back against Sherlock again trying to get his attention.

Sherlock chuckles and continues working his finger in, slipping in a second one.

"To a degree. Mycroft never liked Victor to begin with."

Jim hisses, his back arching.

"Why was that?" He managed to groan.

Sherlock places a hand on the small of his back, stilling him as he works.

"Because Victor, in Mycroft's words, 'date-raped' me for my first time."

Jim feels Sherlock's hand and dips his back down.

"Meaning?"

"He laced my cocaine with a paralytic and had sex with me when I couldn't fight back. I'd told him I wasn't interested in sex. He got tired of waiting, I suppose," he says, crooking his fingers.

Jim was, frankly, quite shocked.

"Yet you still carried on with the relationship. Am I missing something?" His head snapped up as Sherlock bent his fingers.

"He said he was sorry, and I believed him. He tried to have sex again and I didn't want to, so he forced me again. He didn't let me leave. After being beaten to the point that I couldn't get up to go to class, I stopped trying," he says simply. "After rehab, I had sex twice. Unfulfilling both times. I left halfway through."

Jim stayed quiet for once, listening.

"Earlier, it seems like he had you w wrapped around his finger? It seemed like you were trained or something?"

"Yes. Two years of rather violent sexual relations. He trained me in how he specifically liked to be pleased. I was a virgin before, so I assumed that's how everything worked." He shrugs slightly. "Anything less I found boring and dull."

"Trust me, it is." Jim groans and pushes back against Sherlock. "Now can we please get this show on the road?"

Sherlock laughs.

"You were the one wanting to play 20 questions," he retorts, removing his fingers and slicking up his cock before lining up. "Say please."

Jim growls.

"I swear to God..." His legs began trembling with need, his hips began bucking of their own accord and that soon got the better of him. "Please! Fuck me, Sherlock, please!"

Sherlock smirks before pressing inside with a low hiss, lowering his head to Jim's back as he moves inside.

"Only since you asked so nicely."

He leans forwards and bites Jim's shoulders and neck, making sure to leave marks. Jim cursed again, pushing and bucking his hips to try and get some rougher friction between them.

Sherlock chuckles and pins his hips, rocking forwards into him teasingly slowly.

"Patience is a virtue," he says lightly, grinning.

"You sound like me." Jim laughs, the painfully slow speed was starting to make him desperate.

Sherlock grins.

"Except without the Irish," he says, picking up the pace slightly and fingers moving up to Jim's throat, fingering the bruises.

Jim hisses, darts of pain shot down the criminal's back. He moved his hands in a attempt to get out of Sherlock's grip but to no avail.

Sherlock, deceptively strong, still holds him in place, fingers tightening on the bruises before he slams into him.

"Christ!" Jim cries out in both pain and pleasure and Sherlock's hands tighten on his wrists. Those bruises would be going black and blue in an hour.

Sherlock sets up a rough pace, not bothering to restrain his pleased sounds.

Jim yelps as his whole body was jolted forward. He really was enjoying this. His legs and back trembled and his hair stuck wet to his forehead.

His hand moves down to wrap around Jim's cock, and every time he presses into the man, his member gets pushed through his fist. He starts stroking.

"Come."

"What do you think I am some kind of machine?" As much as Jim adores this new side to Sherlock, he doesn't want Sherlock overstepping his boundary of dominance.

The facade cracks for a moment and Sherlock snickers before pulling it back together, nipping at his neck.

"Could be," he says, not stilling.

As Sherlock bit and marked, that heat began to build again.

"Shit." Jim growled, his head and back arching.

Sherlock grins, rocking and marking and claiming the criminal in the same way he'd been, and he twists his hand around Jim, providing friction as he feels his own control beginning to crack.

Jim grits his teeth and tries to stop himself from coming too soon. Sherlock bit his shoulder again, this time being sure to leave marks.

Sherlock smiles, pressure building.

"Do you think you still can't come on command?" he hums, squeezing and licking along Jim's neck.

"What do you mean still? That would imply that I once could?" Jim was about to say something else but was cut off by a groan rising in his throat. Sherlock's lips slowly twisted into a smile and he squeezed a little harder with his right hand.

"No, implies that I think you can if you try hard enough," he purrs, fingers dancing over his cock expertly.

Jim moans and pushes back against Sherlock but is still determined not to let him win.

"Not a chance."

He trails his lips along Jim's jawline, fingers moving back to toy with his bollocks.

"Oh, I think you can."

Jim tries to breathe but it comes out shaky and broken. There was no way in hell that he was going to let Sherlock get the better of him but the all too familiar heat had spread from his stomach to his legs, making his toes curl.

Sherlock pulls out to the head and pauses, still toying with Jim with his other hand.

"Shall I stop?"

Jim tries to say something but his words blend together into something incoherent.

Sherlock grins.

"Thought not." And then he slams back into him, hand moving faster.

Jim presses his head against the wall as Sherlock brought him closer and closer and that swell of pride flooded through his chest. He groaned and his back began to arch.

He kisses and bites along Jim's spine.

"You're shaking," he notes, rolling his hips. "I can feel it."

Again, Jim tries to say something but his words blend together. He's too busy focusing on holding on. His legs and whole body tensed up and his defences began to crumble.

He works ever faster, approaching the edge himself. He nudges Jim's prostate with every thrust, hand twisting.

"Come, then."

Jim's teeth grit and he snaps his head back accidentally catching Sherlock in the jaw.

Sherlock stills completely, eyes narrowing marginally.

Jim senses Sherlock stilling and braces himself. With his hands still behind his back there was little he could do other than allow himself to be tipped over the edge by the ex detective.

"That wasn't very nice," Sherlock tsks, unmoving. "If you're going to be so difficult, perhaps I should just leave you like this."

Jim growls.

"Watch it Holmes."

He groans again and pushed forward into Sherlock's hand.

Sherlock chuckles.

"Or what? You're a bit restrained at the moment," he hums, but resumes thrusting lightly.

Jim curses. Sherlock was good, too good. There was nobody, not anymore, that could do this to him and Jim allowing it. He was used to dominating not being dominated. When Sherlock resumes the agonisingly slow thrusting again, there is little he can do to stop himself from coming.

Sherlock grins as Jim comes, smugly. He has a feeling he'll probably pay for the cockiness later on, but can't bring himself to care as he pulls out and strokes himself to completion- he knows there are some lines not to cross with the criminal.

As soon as Sherlock pulls out, Jim collapses.

"That was..." He couldn't find the right word to describe it.

"Good? Brilliant? Amazing?" Sherlock grins, grabbing his shirt and starting to clean up a bit.

Jim nods, he pulls up his pants and trousers and sits up. He needed to get to work on taking down the Morans. Sherlock would take care of John but for this plan to work, Jim had to follow through.

He redresses, looking over at Jim.

"Do you want to watch me with John?"

"I might just come with you." Jim smiles with a glint. His fingers redo up his tie and he stands.

Sherlock smiles.

"Could be fun." He helps smooth down Jim's tie.

Jim's body is jolted forward as Sherlock tugs on his tie and presses him into a kiss, wrapping his arms around Jim's neck.

"He's going to faint when he sees this."

Jim grins.

"Mm, I know. He'll be so terribly jealous of me for getting you first. Perhaps we could take pity on the poor man and have you touch him before putting a bullet in his head, or whatever else you're planning," he purrs.

Sherlock tilts his head and smiles.

"You'd love that wouldn't you? And pray tell, what are we going to do once Johnny 's out of the way?" Jim hands slide onto Sherlock's hips and pull him against him.

"Maybe we ought to wittle down the numbers before heading straight to John. I mean, there's still Lestrade, Glee-Girl, of course those two officers at the yard will have to be dealt with."

Sherlock smiled at the thought. That would be a pleasure.

"Yes, that would be best. He'll know we're coming and won't be able to do anything to stop it. He already has PTSD and only recently recovered from depression. His mind would turn in on itself." He grins. "Start with Molly. Watch the Yard run around like headless chickens before hitting them." He pauses. "We could just blow up the building."

Jim just smiles wickedly.

"Where'd be the fun in that Sherly? Now, shall you deal with Molly or shall I? Taking into account that I may be forced to torture her for several hours beforehand."

Sherlock grins.

"You take Molly. I'll take care of the skittish Moran and possibly Lestrade, then we can both take John."

Jim winks.

"I like it. Now" He rubs his hands together. "Shall we get started?"

"Of course." He smiles. "The access code to Molly's section of the lab is 14851312. She'll be there."

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