Midnight Meetings (parts 1 and 2)
Title: Midnight Meetings (parts 1 and 2)
Author: Ach Eloise
Word Count: 4225
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/Moriarty/Moran
Warnings: Sexual situations, drug abuse.
Summary: Sherlock recieves a text from Irene asking him to meet her, and Sherlock walks straight into a trap, at the Ritz.
Authors Note: I asked my followers, after posting part one, what they’d like to happen, and so follows what they chose. They being Evangelineviola, hahah.
Midnight Meetings Part 1
The text had simply read,
Come dancing with me,
we don't have to have dinner.
See you at the Ritz.
He'd left immediately.
Sherlock reached the Ritz at close to nine o clock, one of the waiters took his coat, and he walked into the diningroom, half of it had been cleared of the usual elegant tables and beautiful chairs, the walls were pannelled and decorated with sweeping patterns painted gold to match the chandeliers and wall fixtures, bright and lighting the room.
Two of the walls were covered in panelled mirrors, reflecting the diners and dancers alike, the room was almost full of people, and loud, and full of music fit for upperclass men and women who liked to drink expensive wine and dine on almost empty plates.
The Ritz had always been truly lavishly decorated, and was one of the best hotels in London, sitting in the heart of Picadilly and overlooking Green Park, if you wanted to book a table for afternoon tea you'd still have to wait two weeks, everyone who was anyone had high tea at the Ritz.
Sherlock spotted Irene sitting at a table nearby in a beautiful long, flowing red dress, her dark hair was neatly pulled back and piled atop of her head stylishly, and her heels were dangerously high. He walked to the table and stopped beside her.
'You're here sooner than I thought you would be.' she smiled up at him languidly, running a finger accross the table cloth 'Will you give me a hand? My heels are high.'
Sherlock held out his hand, and she took it. He pulled her easily to her feet and turned, walking to the dancefloor, keeping a hold of her hand, he led her, and she followed in a slow dance to match everyone around them.
Irene rested her head on Sherlock's shoulder 'Did you miss me?' she sighed 'I missed you.'
'I've been busy.' Sherlock said, not really paying attention to the room or the people around them, Irene was here in his arms, it was difficult to focus on much else.
'Moriarty.' Irene breathed against Sherlock's ear, and felt him tense beneath her hands
'He's been busy, too, preparing.'
'Preparing for what?' Sherlock asked.
'He won't say.' Irene shurgged gracefully 'Let's just dance, until the song ends, and then I'll leave you alone.'
Sherlock entwined his fingers with Irene's 'What makes you think I want you... to leave me alone?'
'I'm busy too.' Irene smiled 'Don't tell me you're giving in to sentiment, darling.'
'Never.' and Sherlock grinned down at her, something sparkling in his eyes.
Irene smiled 'I can never tell what you're thinking.'
'That's normal.' Sherlock replied easily.
'But he can.' she said softly, as the music ended 'I'll see you soon.' she bit her bottom lip gently as she stared up at him 'Don't blame me. You should never refuse James Moriarty, if you can help it.'
Sherlock frowned as she backed away from him and turned, walking towards a table, he watched her walk away as the crowd parted, and there, sitting at a table nearby, in amongst all of the other tables, sat James Moriarty, leaning on his hand, watching him like a hawk.
Irene stopped by the table for just a moment, Moriarty waved his hand, dismissing her and she turned, walking swiftly out of the room without a backward glance.
Sherlock walked to the table Moriarty was sat at, as it was his arch enemy was still intent on watching him, he took a seat beside him, the tables were big and round, to sit accross from him would have meant to try to talk over the noise of the room, and that would have been bothersome.
'And Irene Adler lives to see another day.' Sherlock said, looking Moriarty over, but just like Irene he was ridiculously hard to read, like a blank slate he took precautions to make sure he was unreadable, never giving anything away.
'I know how much you like her.' Moriarty smirked 'It's too bad you're not her type.'
'Mm, such a shame.' Sherlock smirked back, but he didn't meet his eyes, his eyes glanced over the room again, except this time he was looking out for hired assasins, perhaps someone carrying a gun, he was getting ridicuously good at walking into traps and he hated it.
'I'm here alone.' Moriarty said, noticing the look, Sherlock was scanning the room for danger, he knew James didn't like to get his hands dirty, but it seemed he was telling the truth.
'What do you want?' Sherlock asked, turning back to Moriarty.
Moriarty smiled a nice, relaxed smile, as if this was an easy conversation, as if they were close friends, or closer 'I have a suite upstairs.'
'And?' Sherlock asked.
'John was right, you can be spectacularly ignorant about some things.' Moriarty said thoughtfully 'Do I need to be crass?' he inclined his head 'Or can you figure this out on your own?' he asked patronisingly.
Sherlock frowned, Moriarty had set a trap for him, lured him to the Ritz, told him he had a suite upstairs. His eyes widened slightly as realisation smacked into him like an unwanted brick.
'Oh good.' Moriarty said, leaning back a little in his seat 'I do hope you weren't busy solving crimes this evening... I made sure not to have anyone killed so you'd have a free night.'
'Actually, I am busy.' Sherlock gave Moriarty a smile that didn't reach his eyes 'Must go.'
Moriarty's left hand touched Sherlock's right, he stilled, he'd been about to get up but now he felt as though he could barely move, Moriarty's hand was cool despite the wamth of the room.
Moriarty moved forward in his seat, close enough to allow him to whisper against Sherlock's ear, lips brushing skin gently 'I don't think you understand,' he breathed 'I'm not giving you a choice.'
Now, what happens next?
Does Sherlock do as Moriarty says?
Or does Sherlock try to walk away?
Sherlock does as Moriarty says...
Midnight Meetings Part 2
Sherlock walked into the expensive suite, his eyes taking everything in, a huge four poster bed, an en suite tiled to the nines with gold fixtures, the small chandelier in the middle of the ceiling, the wardrobe across the room, open slightly, another Westwood suit hanging inside. Overstuffed chairs, patterned drapes, thick carpet, the type you can sink your toes into, a small coffee table, and all too late, an assassin waiting behind the door.
He was grabbed from behind and held in place, arms wrapped around Sherlock's arms and chest, he watched Moriarty walk in and close and lock the door behind him.
'Hello sweet thing.' the assassin whispered against Sherlock's ear, his voice was gravelly, his stubble rubbed against Sherlock's neck, he sounded excited, this was not a good sign.
'Relax, I'm not going to kill you.' Moriarty turned, meeting Sherlock's eyes 'And neither is he.'
'Perhaps you could explain then.' Sherlock said, sounding angry, his gift of walking into traps was growing by the minute.
'This is Sebastian.' Moriarty smiled 'You've met before, although you never saw him, he could see you perfectly well down the scope of the rifle, couldn't you darling?'
'Mmm.' the man behind Sherlock grinned.
'And you've no doubt seen his work.' Moriarty smirked, reaching into his breast pocket to retrieve a needle 'He happens to be my best assassin so I would suggest staying still, and doing as we both say.'
'And you expect me to go along with that.' Sherlock said, anger and disbelief in his voice as he struggled against Sebastian.
'He's a bit rebellious, isn't he?' Seb said, grinning and tightening his grip enough to hurt 'Fiery. Perfect.'
'I expect you to go along with it...' Moriarty pulled Sherlock's sleeve up and uncapped the needle 'Because you won't have a choice.'
Sherlock cringed as the needle broke the skin, sliding underneath, Moriarty injected the contents and it stung, so badly. The needle was pulled free, the cap put back on, returned to Moriarty's breast pocket, and the world grew a little hazier.
'You won't be completely helpless.' Moriarty said softly, catching Sherlock's chin in his hand and staring into his eyes 'You'll still be able to fight back, if you want to.'
Sebastian's grip on Sherlock lessened, the assassin was surprised when Sherlock's elbow went straight into his stomach, he reeled back and leaned against the wall, trying to remember how to breathe.
Sherlock dusted himself off 'If.' he gave Moriarty an even stare.
'Ah yes, of course. You're used to narcotics.' Moriarty smiled 'Give it a minute, the effects take a little while to really kick in.'
'Hm.' Sherlock pulled his mobile from inside his jacket and dialled a number, Moriarty held out his hand for the mobile 'No, I don't think so.'
Sebastian reached over Sherlock's shoulder and plucked it from his hand.
'Hey!' Sherlock said, surprised, as Seb threw his mobile to Moriarty who caught it easily.
'You're calling your brother, how obvious.' Moriarty sighed 'I'd rather not involve the British Government at the moment but if you insist.' he put the mobile to his ear 'Hello Mycroft.'
Sherlock raised an eyebrow, Moriarty was far too calm for his liking.
'Yes, he's here. No. Not entirely. He'll be back home in the morning I'm sure, if he can remember the way. Bye.' he hung up and handed Sherlock's mobile back to him 'Your brother and I have an understanding, you see, I leave the crown jewels alone, you know, the official ones, and I'm allowed to do as I please.'
Sherlock gave Moriarty a very dark look 'Why the crown jewels?'
'Why not?'
A wave of dizziness washed over Sherlock, he closed his eyes and held a hand to his head.
'Finally.' Moriarty said 'I was beginning to think you were immune. Sebastian, the bed?'
Sebastian took Sherlock's arm and pulled him to the bed, Sherlock still had his eyes closed, a hand to his head, trying to stop the room from spinning, he stumbled on the carpet but managed to stay on his feet, he was dizzy, the room was hazy, anything more than a foot away was too fuzzy to really see properly.
'Sit down, Sherlock.' Moriarty said softly from somewhere nearby, and Sherlock was pushed down onto the bed, he laid on his back, his legs over the edge, he felt much too weak, he couldn't fight back, not now.
He felt the bed dip beside his head and opened his eyes to stare up at Sebastian, Moriarty's best and favourite assassin and he was laying beneath him, helpless and weak as a kitten. He didn't like the odds. Luckily for him Seb had no intention of killing him, because Moriarty had no intention of Sherlock dying any time soon.
Sebastian helped pick Sherlock up so that he was sitting, he knelt behind him, supporting his weight and kissed his neck as he helped Sherlock out of his jacket 'You should feel flattered, kitten, Moriarty doesn't fuck just anyone.'
Moriarty walked around the bed so that he was stood in front of them both, he tapped his chin thoughtfully 'Actually, I think I want you on your knees.' he said.
Sherlock glared up at Moriarty, he felt teeth clamp down on his shoulder and cringed, it was hard enough that he felt warm blood soak into his white shirt, another shirt ruined. He moved, pulling his feet up onto the bed and moving onto his knees, Sebastian let his shoulder go, nuzzling his shoulderblades happily.
'Perfect.' Moriarty breathed and dropped down onto his knees in front of him, leaning against the side of the bed 'Tell me, Sherlock, has anyone ever done this for you before?'
Sherlock shook his head, but it made the room spin a dangerous amount, he closed his eyes and held his hand to his head again, trying to keep still, he said 'No.'
'Such a shame.' Moriarty said above a whisper, unzipping Sherlock's trousers 'I'm sure you'll enjoy it...'
Sherlock tried to move back on the bed, but he simply bumped back into Sebastian, he tried to get away but Sebastian grabbed his wrists, holding them easily in just one of his hands, the other he wrapped around Sherlock's waist, holding him still, he kissed his neck and jaw, trying to relax him, trying to help the drugs to work.
Moriarty took Sherlock's cock into his mouth, sucking against his soft skin, already hardening at his attentions, he flicked his tongue over the tip and caught the sound of Sherlock gasping above him, quickly, quietly.
'You are special.' Sebastian whispered against Sherlock's ear 'I could really get used to having you around, kitten.'
Sherlock's breathing had sped slightly, but at Sebastian's words he struggled against him, helplessly, hopelessly thanks to the drug that Moriarty had given him.
'Keep struggling,' Sebastian grinned 'We both enjoy it.'
Sherlock's eyes widened as he felt something hot and hard press against his lower back, he closed his eyes as a wave of endorphins and ecstasy washed over him, good God Moriarty had a nice tongue. His hands were released just a moment later, the arm around his body moved, he leaned back against Seb, his heart beating faster.
He felt movement behind him, Seb was doing something behind his back but he couldn't tell what it was, he was a little too busy concentrating on what Moriarty was doing to him, he almost didn't care when Sebastian grabbed his wrists again in one hand, and pulled him back against him, he'd started to relax, he'd started to enjoy it.
'Keep calm.' Sebastian whispered into his ear as he slid his right hand down the back of Sherlock's trousers and held a finger to his entrance.
Sherlock gasped, about to move away when Sebastian slid a finger inside of him, he bucked away from him and into Moriarty's mouth, but Moriarty didn't move back, he kept his calm and very gently applied his teeth.
'I said, keep calm.' Sebastian whispered against Sherlock's ear and drew him back, he searched with his fingertip, finding the right spot and applied pressure.
Sherlock gasped again as his body washed with heat, the room spun and he closed his eyes, trying to concentrate, trying to force the dizziness away, Sebastian slid a second finger inside of him and he let out a whimper, quiet but loud enough that he knew they'd both heard him.
He didn't want to open his eyes, he didn't want to see the expression on Moriarty's face, or hear what Sebastian would whisper against his ear next, but part of him knew he didn't have a choice. Sherlock opened his eyes, gasping as Sebastian found just the right spot inside of him again, running his fingertips over it, he stared down at Moriarty, the consulting criminal was grinning up at him, his eyes dark, filled with lust, flicking his tongue and making Sherlock shiver.
'Enjoying yourself?' Sebastian whispered against Sherlock's ear gently as he slid a third finger inside.
Sherlock held in a moan as Seb found his sweet spot again, between him and Moriarty his orgasm was building steadily, he didn't like it but in his current predicament he couldn't fight it, and he didn't care, he wanted it now.
'I'm surprised you haven't told us to stop, yet.' Sebastian said softly, working him open slowly 'Too proud, I suppose.' he bit Sherlock's earlobe gently 'Does that mean you won't beg us for release, too?' he sighed heavily, warm breath against Sherlock's neck 'How boring.'
Sherlock closed his eyes again, this was just too dizzying, he was having a hard time not falling sideways, leaning back against Sebastian was helping a great deal, everything else wasn't. He was close now, so close, he felt it heavy inside of him, ready to explode.
'Maybe next time you'll be a bit more relaxed,' Sebastian said softly 'Maybe next time you'll beg.'
'Don't count on it.' Sherlock whispered, gasping again a moment later, he opened his eyes and stared down at Moriarty, he was still being closely watched, but he was so close now, Sebastian's fingers ran over his sweet spot again and he thrust gently forward, deeper into Moriarty's mouth, Moriarty who seemed more than happy to deepthroat for him.
Just moments later and his orgasm hit, spilling over his heated skin, the room span as a wave of bliss crashed into him, and he moaned. Sebastian continued rubbing his fingers inside of him gently, prolonging it, making it last, but eventually it faded and he was left gasping against him, feeling boneless and suffering from a glorious afterglow.
When Sherlock opened his eyes Moriarty was gone, and Sebastian was happily kissing the back of his neck, his fingers still deep inside of him, he closed his eyes, enjoying it, the afterglow, the warmth, the lips against his skin, he'd thought it would be Irene's lips against his neck tonight, this was just as good.
Sherlock felt lips press against his own, he knew who it was kissing him, Moriarty's cologne was subtle but had a distinct smell, nice, he liked it, he didn't fight the kiss, in fact he kissed back, gentle, soft, he opened his eyes as Moriarty drew back and turned to Sebastian.
'Back, into the middle of the bed.' Moriarty said and Sebastian complied, drawing his hand from Sherlock's trousers he helped him crawl back into the middle of the bed, the bed was huge, bigger than a king size, big enough for all three of them to sleep comfortably side by side with room to spare, if that was their intention.
Sherlock stayed on his knees, his knees which had started to protest about five minutes ago at being bent for so long in such an uncomfortable position, but the drug in his system stopped him from caring, stopped his knees from hurting as much as they might have.
Sebastian moved around to his front, holding Sherlock's hands in his, he rubbed his nose against Sherlock's, grinning 'You're going to enjoy this.'
Sherlock felt the bed dip behind him, he felt warm breath against the back of his neck, and a soft voice against his ear.
'This is going to hurt.'
A shiver ran down Sherlock's spine, he turned his head to try to see Moriarty better and had his cheek kissed, he gave up, turning back to Sebastian, the room tumbling around him as he did, he tried to focus on Seb's dark brown eyes, it helped a great deal. He felt Moriarty's cock press up against his entrance, hard and ready, he closed his eyes as he was thrust into, the pain was immediate, he let out a whimper, tried to move away but strong hands held him in place and dragged him back, his breath caught, his breathing was suddenly very heavy, and after a few minutes his skin washed with heat, and the room felt much too hot.
Sebastian had placed Sherlock's hands on his chest, he'd pushed him back when he had flinched away from Moriarty, and held him still, Moriarty had grabbed a hold of Sherlock's hips and dragged him back.
Seb watched Sherlock's face carefully, he smirked and looked up at Moriarty 'A little slower, I don't think our kitten is quite used to this yet.'
'Oops.' Moriarty breathed against Sherlock's ear, and a fresh wave of heat ran through him 'Sorry, lover.'
'It's fine,' Sherlock breathed, trying to concentrate enough to form a sentence 'I'm sure you're used to making mistakes.'
Moriarty pulled back and thrust hard into Sherlock, bringing a small cry from him, and a very large grin from Sebastian 'You'd know,' he said softly, building up a rhythm 'You're an expert on mistakes.'
Sherlock's breathing picked up, his heart sped, this was starting to feel good, with every thrust the tip of Moriarty's cock rubbed against that perfect spot inside of him that would eventually bring him, and it felt right, great, but still so, so wrong, not the act but rather the one performing it. He knew if he told John about this he'd probably wake up with a black eye.
'Enjoying it, finally?' Sebastian grinned, pressing his face close to Sherlock's, he ran his hands down Sherlock's chest, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, taking in his gorgeous chest and stomach 'But I suppose Jim's cock is a bit better than my fingers, eh?' he pressed his lips against Sherlock's, kissing him, and was surprised when he kissed back.
Sherlock sighed against Sebastian's lips, Moriarty's favourite assassin talked too much. Well, even half gone on bliss and drugged up, he could fix that. He bit Sebastian's bottom lip, hard.
Sebastian pulled away with an angry growl, he pulled his fist back and went to punch him, but his hand was caught before it could hit it's mark, and Moriarty smirked at him.
'I promised I wouldn't leave any obvious marks.' Moriarty said softly, he pulled Sebastian close, to Sherlock's shoulder, Sherlock trapped between them and almost suffocating between the heat of their bodies, they kissed, Moriarty licking Sebastian's lips clean of blood before they parted again, and Moriarty's rhythm sped.
Sherlock moaned, finally, followed by a gasp, with every new thrust Moriarty gave Sherlock couldn't help but make a sound, every thrust caused Moriarty's cock to hit the sweet spot inside of him, his orgasm was building, he couldn't help it, it felt too good. Sebastian started kissing his neck and he moaned louder, longer, relaxing the last little bit he needed to truly enjoy it. He loved having his neck kissed.
'Close?' Moriarty whispered against Sherlock's ear.
'Yes.' Sherlock whispered a reply, so close, it was all he wanted now, the release, the orgasm, he gripped Sebastian's shirt tight, bracing himself, behind him Moriarty was losing his rhythm, too close and desperate for his climax.
Sherlock almost screamed as his orgasm hit him, his body burned with the heat, as bliss washed through him, he felt Moriarty come behind him, driving into him, prolonging their orgasms, and then stinging pain across his hips as Moriarty dragged his nails through his skin, but he barely felt it, too gone on his climax, and now afterglow, he almost giggled with it.
Moriarty nuzzled the spot between Sherlock's shoulderblades and then kissed up along his spine, he sighed against the back of his neck 'Perfect, my dear, just perfect.'
Sherlock sighed, his eyes meeting Sebastian's.
'You look tired.' Sebastian said softly, running a finger along Sherlock's jaw 'Don't I get a go?'
'Next time.' Moriarty said, his chin on Sherlock's shoulder, the Irish lilt in his voice a lot more obvious because of the afterglow 'And soon, depending on how much Sherlock enjoys high tea at the Ritz.'
Sherlock was trying to gauge Sebastian's look, but his mind was sleep addled, he was so tired now 'You'll have to promise to play nice.'
'We can make the Ritz our sanctuary.' Moriarty said softly 'No fighting here, no killing.'
'Oh, but you're so changeable.' Sherlock said softly, closing his eyes, this fight against sleep was really a losing battle.
'I'll make an exception.' Moriarty nibbled Sherlock's shoulder 'Outside of the Ritz we're enemies, in here we're anything we want to be.'
'Sounds nice.' Sherlock sighed, his mind was starting to wander away from him.
'Time to sleep.' Moriarty said softly.
'Looks like it's really kicking in now.' Sebastian said softly.
'Maybe next time we won't need it.' Moriarty said, moving back and laying Sherlock down, he sat above him, staring down at him, he ran his fingers through Sherlock's dark curls, moving them off of his face, out of his eyes.
'Yes,' Sebastian said quietly 'No one ever gets to you.'
Moriarty grinned 'He's fascinating.'
'So this is an experiment?'
'We'll see.' Moriarty said happily 'We'll see.'
Sherlock woke the next day alone on the bed, under the quilt and hurting. He sat up, and his head ached badly, he sat for a few minutes holding it, with his eyes squeezed shut against the light coming through the crack in the drapes.
He got up, eventually, spotting his clothes on a chair nearby, he wandered into the en suite and showered, cleaned himself up, brushed his teeth with a complimentary toothbrush that the Ritz always seemed more than happy to provide, he got dressed and headed back down to the foyer, he wanted his coat back, and he wanted to go home. The cuts on his hips had stung under the hot water of the shower but it had helped his aching muscles, though he wasn't sure about the bruises, but he liked the idea of the Ritz being a safe haven, a sanctuary.
He picked up his coat at reception and found a note waiting for him, a message left by one J. Moriarty, he took it from the receptionist and opened it, and grinned. It simply read,
'I'll make sure I leave a day free for you.'
Sherlock walked out of the Ritz with something of a spring in his step, it had been a long day, well, a long night, and as much as he'd enjoyed the night off he was ready to dive back into work.
Author: Ach Eloise
Word Count: 4225
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/Moriarty/Moran
Warnings: Sexual situations, drug abuse.
Summary: Sherlock recieves a text from Irene asking him to meet her, and Sherlock walks straight into a trap, at the Ritz.
Authors Note: I asked my followers, after posting part one, what they’d like to happen, and so follows what they chose. They being Evangelineviola, hahah.
Midnight Meetings Part 1
The text had simply read,
Come dancing with me,
we don't have to have dinner.
See you at the Ritz.
He'd left immediately.
Sherlock reached the Ritz at close to nine o clock, one of the waiters took his coat, and he walked into the diningroom, half of it had been cleared of the usual elegant tables and beautiful chairs, the walls were pannelled and decorated with sweeping patterns painted gold to match the chandeliers and wall fixtures, bright and lighting the room.
Two of the walls were covered in panelled mirrors, reflecting the diners and dancers alike, the room was almost full of people, and loud, and full of music fit for upperclass men and women who liked to drink expensive wine and dine on almost empty plates.
The Ritz had always been truly lavishly decorated, and was one of the best hotels in London, sitting in the heart of Picadilly and overlooking Green Park, if you wanted to book a table for afternoon tea you'd still have to wait two weeks, everyone who was anyone had high tea at the Ritz.
Sherlock spotted Irene sitting at a table nearby in a beautiful long, flowing red dress, her dark hair was neatly pulled back and piled atop of her head stylishly, and her heels were dangerously high. He walked to the table and stopped beside her.
'You're here sooner than I thought you would be.' she smiled up at him languidly, running a finger accross the table cloth 'Will you give me a hand? My heels are high.'
Sherlock held out his hand, and she took it. He pulled her easily to her feet and turned, walking to the dancefloor, keeping a hold of her hand, he led her, and she followed in a slow dance to match everyone around them.
Irene rested her head on Sherlock's shoulder 'Did you miss me?' she sighed 'I missed you.'
'I've been busy.' Sherlock said, not really paying attention to the room or the people around them, Irene was here in his arms, it was difficult to focus on much else.
'Moriarty.' Irene breathed against Sherlock's ear, and felt him tense beneath her hands
'He's been busy, too, preparing.'
'Preparing for what?' Sherlock asked.
'He won't say.' Irene shurgged gracefully 'Let's just dance, until the song ends, and then I'll leave you alone.'
Sherlock entwined his fingers with Irene's 'What makes you think I want you... to leave me alone?'
'I'm busy too.' Irene smiled 'Don't tell me you're giving in to sentiment, darling.'
'Never.' and Sherlock grinned down at her, something sparkling in his eyes.
Irene smiled 'I can never tell what you're thinking.'
'That's normal.' Sherlock replied easily.
'But he can.' she said softly, as the music ended 'I'll see you soon.' she bit her bottom lip gently as she stared up at him 'Don't blame me. You should never refuse James Moriarty, if you can help it.'
Sherlock frowned as she backed away from him and turned, walking towards a table, he watched her walk away as the crowd parted, and there, sitting at a table nearby, in amongst all of the other tables, sat James Moriarty, leaning on his hand, watching him like a hawk.
Irene stopped by the table for just a moment, Moriarty waved his hand, dismissing her and she turned, walking swiftly out of the room without a backward glance.
Sherlock walked to the table Moriarty was sat at, as it was his arch enemy was still intent on watching him, he took a seat beside him, the tables were big and round, to sit accross from him would have meant to try to talk over the noise of the room, and that would have been bothersome.
'And Irene Adler lives to see another day.' Sherlock said, looking Moriarty over, but just like Irene he was ridiculously hard to read, like a blank slate he took precautions to make sure he was unreadable, never giving anything away.
'I know how much you like her.' Moriarty smirked 'It's too bad you're not her type.'
'Mm, such a shame.' Sherlock smirked back, but he didn't meet his eyes, his eyes glanced over the room again, except this time he was looking out for hired assasins, perhaps someone carrying a gun, he was getting ridicuously good at walking into traps and he hated it.
'I'm here alone.' Moriarty said, noticing the look, Sherlock was scanning the room for danger, he knew James didn't like to get his hands dirty, but it seemed he was telling the truth.
'What do you want?' Sherlock asked, turning back to Moriarty.
Moriarty smiled a nice, relaxed smile, as if this was an easy conversation, as if they were close friends, or closer 'I have a suite upstairs.'
'And?' Sherlock asked.
'John was right, you can be spectacularly ignorant about some things.' Moriarty said thoughtfully 'Do I need to be crass?' he inclined his head 'Or can you figure this out on your own?' he asked patronisingly.
Sherlock frowned, Moriarty had set a trap for him, lured him to the Ritz, told him he had a suite upstairs. His eyes widened slightly as realisation smacked into him like an unwanted brick.
'Oh good.' Moriarty said, leaning back a little in his seat 'I do hope you weren't busy solving crimes this evening... I made sure not to have anyone killed so you'd have a free night.'
'Actually, I am busy.' Sherlock gave Moriarty a smile that didn't reach his eyes 'Must go.'
Moriarty's left hand touched Sherlock's right, he stilled, he'd been about to get up but now he felt as though he could barely move, Moriarty's hand was cool despite the wamth of the room.
Moriarty moved forward in his seat, close enough to allow him to whisper against Sherlock's ear, lips brushing skin gently 'I don't think you understand,' he breathed 'I'm not giving you a choice.'
Now, what happens next?
Does Sherlock do as Moriarty says?
Or does Sherlock try to walk away?
Sherlock does as Moriarty says...
Midnight Meetings Part 2
Sherlock walked into the expensive suite, his eyes taking everything in, a huge four poster bed, an en suite tiled to the nines with gold fixtures, the small chandelier in the middle of the ceiling, the wardrobe across the room, open slightly, another Westwood suit hanging inside. Overstuffed chairs, patterned drapes, thick carpet, the type you can sink your toes into, a small coffee table, and all too late, an assassin waiting behind the door.
He was grabbed from behind and held in place, arms wrapped around Sherlock's arms and chest, he watched Moriarty walk in and close and lock the door behind him.
'Hello sweet thing.' the assassin whispered against Sherlock's ear, his voice was gravelly, his stubble rubbed against Sherlock's neck, he sounded excited, this was not a good sign.
'Relax, I'm not going to kill you.' Moriarty turned, meeting Sherlock's eyes 'And neither is he.'
'Perhaps you could explain then.' Sherlock said, sounding angry, his gift of walking into traps was growing by the minute.
'This is Sebastian.' Moriarty smiled 'You've met before, although you never saw him, he could see you perfectly well down the scope of the rifle, couldn't you darling?'
'Mmm.' the man behind Sherlock grinned.
'And you've no doubt seen his work.' Moriarty smirked, reaching into his breast pocket to retrieve a needle 'He happens to be my best assassin so I would suggest staying still, and doing as we both say.'
'And you expect me to go along with that.' Sherlock said, anger and disbelief in his voice as he struggled against Sebastian.
'He's a bit rebellious, isn't he?' Seb said, grinning and tightening his grip enough to hurt 'Fiery. Perfect.'
'I expect you to go along with it...' Moriarty pulled Sherlock's sleeve up and uncapped the needle 'Because you won't have a choice.'
Sherlock cringed as the needle broke the skin, sliding underneath, Moriarty injected the contents and it stung, so badly. The needle was pulled free, the cap put back on, returned to Moriarty's breast pocket, and the world grew a little hazier.
'You won't be completely helpless.' Moriarty said softly, catching Sherlock's chin in his hand and staring into his eyes 'You'll still be able to fight back, if you want to.'
Sebastian's grip on Sherlock lessened, the assassin was surprised when Sherlock's elbow went straight into his stomach, he reeled back and leaned against the wall, trying to remember how to breathe.
Sherlock dusted himself off 'If.' he gave Moriarty an even stare.
'Ah yes, of course. You're used to narcotics.' Moriarty smiled 'Give it a minute, the effects take a little while to really kick in.'
'Hm.' Sherlock pulled his mobile from inside his jacket and dialled a number, Moriarty held out his hand for the mobile 'No, I don't think so.'
Sebastian reached over Sherlock's shoulder and plucked it from his hand.
'Hey!' Sherlock said, surprised, as Seb threw his mobile to Moriarty who caught it easily.
'You're calling your brother, how obvious.' Moriarty sighed 'I'd rather not involve the British Government at the moment but if you insist.' he put the mobile to his ear 'Hello Mycroft.'
Sherlock raised an eyebrow, Moriarty was far too calm for his liking.
'Yes, he's here. No. Not entirely. He'll be back home in the morning I'm sure, if he can remember the way. Bye.' he hung up and handed Sherlock's mobile back to him 'Your brother and I have an understanding, you see, I leave the crown jewels alone, you know, the official ones, and I'm allowed to do as I please.'
Sherlock gave Moriarty a very dark look 'Why the crown jewels?'
'Why not?'
A wave of dizziness washed over Sherlock, he closed his eyes and held a hand to his head.
'Finally.' Moriarty said 'I was beginning to think you were immune. Sebastian, the bed?'
Sebastian took Sherlock's arm and pulled him to the bed, Sherlock still had his eyes closed, a hand to his head, trying to stop the room from spinning, he stumbled on the carpet but managed to stay on his feet, he was dizzy, the room was hazy, anything more than a foot away was too fuzzy to really see properly.
'Sit down, Sherlock.' Moriarty said softly from somewhere nearby, and Sherlock was pushed down onto the bed, he laid on his back, his legs over the edge, he felt much too weak, he couldn't fight back, not now.
He felt the bed dip beside his head and opened his eyes to stare up at Sebastian, Moriarty's best and favourite assassin and he was laying beneath him, helpless and weak as a kitten. He didn't like the odds. Luckily for him Seb had no intention of killing him, because Moriarty had no intention of Sherlock dying any time soon.
Sebastian helped pick Sherlock up so that he was sitting, he knelt behind him, supporting his weight and kissed his neck as he helped Sherlock out of his jacket 'You should feel flattered, kitten, Moriarty doesn't fuck just anyone.'
Moriarty walked around the bed so that he was stood in front of them both, he tapped his chin thoughtfully 'Actually, I think I want you on your knees.' he said.
Sherlock glared up at Moriarty, he felt teeth clamp down on his shoulder and cringed, it was hard enough that he felt warm blood soak into his white shirt, another shirt ruined. He moved, pulling his feet up onto the bed and moving onto his knees, Sebastian let his shoulder go, nuzzling his shoulderblades happily.
'Perfect.' Moriarty breathed and dropped down onto his knees in front of him, leaning against the side of the bed 'Tell me, Sherlock, has anyone ever done this for you before?'
Sherlock shook his head, but it made the room spin a dangerous amount, he closed his eyes and held his hand to his head again, trying to keep still, he said 'No.'
'Such a shame.' Moriarty said above a whisper, unzipping Sherlock's trousers 'I'm sure you'll enjoy it...'
Sherlock tried to move back on the bed, but he simply bumped back into Sebastian, he tried to get away but Sebastian grabbed his wrists, holding them easily in just one of his hands, the other he wrapped around Sherlock's waist, holding him still, he kissed his neck and jaw, trying to relax him, trying to help the drugs to work.
Moriarty took Sherlock's cock into his mouth, sucking against his soft skin, already hardening at his attentions, he flicked his tongue over the tip and caught the sound of Sherlock gasping above him, quickly, quietly.
'You are special.' Sebastian whispered against Sherlock's ear 'I could really get used to having you around, kitten.'
Sherlock's breathing had sped slightly, but at Sebastian's words he struggled against him, helplessly, hopelessly thanks to the drug that Moriarty had given him.
'Keep struggling,' Sebastian grinned 'We both enjoy it.'
Sherlock's eyes widened as he felt something hot and hard press against his lower back, he closed his eyes as a wave of endorphins and ecstasy washed over him, good God Moriarty had a nice tongue. His hands were released just a moment later, the arm around his body moved, he leaned back against Seb, his heart beating faster.
He felt movement behind him, Seb was doing something behind his back but he couldn't tell what it was, he was a little too busy concentrating on what Moriarty was doing to him, he almost didn't care when Sebastian grabbed his wrists again in one hand, and pulled him back against him, he'd started to relax, he'd started to enjoy it.
'Keep calm.' Sebastian whispered into his ear as he slid his right hand down the back of Sherlock's trousers and held a finger to his entrance.
Sherlock gasped, about to move away when Sebastian slid a finger inside of him, he bucked away from him and into Moriarty's mouth, but Moriarty didn't move back, he kept his calm and very gently applied his teeth.
'I said, keep calm.' Sebastian whispered against Sherlock's ear and drew him back, he searched with his fingertip, finding the right spot and applied pressure.
Sherlock gasped again as his body washed with heat, the room spun and he closed his eyes, trying to concentrate, trying to force the dizziness away, Sebastian slid a second finger inside of him and he let out a whimper, quiet but loud enough that he knew they'd both heard him.
He didn't want to open his eyes, he didn't want to see the expression on Moriarty's face, or hear what Sebastian would whisper against his ear next, but part of him knew he didn't have a choice. Sherlock opened his eyes, gasping as Sebastian found just the right spot inside of him again, running his fingertips over it, he stared down at Moriarty, the consulting criminal was grinning up at him, his eyes dark, filled with lust, flicking his tongue and making Sherlock shiver.
'Enjoying yourself?' Sebastian whispered against Sherlock's ear gently as he slid a third finger inside.
Sherlock held in a moan as Seb found his sweet spot again, between him and Moriarty his orgasm was building steadily, he didn't like it but in his current predicament he couldn't fight it, and he didn't care, he wanted it now.
'I'm surprised you haven't told us to stop, yet.' Sebastian said softly, working him open slowly 'Too proud, I suppose.' he bit Sherlock's earlobe gently 'Does that mean you won't beg us for release, too?' he sighed heavily, warm breath against Sherlock's neck 'How boring.'
Sherlock closed his eyes again, this was just too dizzying, he was having a hard time not falling sideways, leaning back against Sebastian was helping a great deal, everything else wasn't. He was close now, so close, he felt it heavy inside of him, ready to explode.
'Maybe next time you'll be a bit more relaxed,' Sebastian said softly 'Maybe next time you'll beg.'
'Don't count on it.' Sherlock whispered, gasping again a moment later, he opened his eyes and stared down at Moriarty, he was still being closely watched, but he was so close now, Sebastian's fingers ran over his sweet spot again and he thrust gently forward, deeper into Moriarty's mouth, Moriarty who seemed more than happy to deepthroat for him.
Just moments later and his orgasm hit, spilling over his heated skin, the room span as a wave of bliss crashed into him, and he moaned. Sebastian continued rubbing his fingers inside of him gently, prolonging it, making it last, but eventually it faded and he was left gasping against him, feeling boneless and suffering from a glorious afterglow.
When Sherlock opened his eyes Moriarty was gone, and Sebastian was happily kissing the back of his neck, his fingers still deep inside of him, he closed his eyes, enjoying it, the afterglow, the warmth, the lips against his skin, he'd thought it would be Irene's lips against his neck tonight, this was just as good.
Sherlock felt lips press against his own, he knew who it was kissing him, Moriarty's cologne was subtle but had a distinct smell, nice, he liked it, he didn't fight the kiss, in fact he kissed back, gentle, soft, he opened his eyes as Moriarty drew back and turned to Sebastian.
'Back, into the middle of the bed.' Moriarty said and Sebastian complied, drawing his hand from Sherlock's trousers he helped him crawl back into the middle of the bed, the bed was huge, bigger than a king size, big enough for all three of them to sleep comfortably side by side with room to spare, if that was their intention.
Sherlock stayed on his knees, his knees which had started to protest about five minutes ago at being bent for so long in such an uncomfortable position, but the drug in his system stopped him from caring, stopped his knees from hurting as much as they might have.
Sebastian moved around to his front, holding Sherlock's hands in his, he rubbed his nose against Sherlock's, grinning 'You're going to enjoy this.'
Sherlock felt the bed dip behind him, he felt warm breath against the back of his neck, and a soft voice against his ear.
'This is going to hurt.'
A shiver ran down Sherlock's spine, he turned his head to try to see Moriarty better and had his cheek kissed, he gave up, turning back to Sebastian, the room tumbling around him as he did, he tried to focus on Seb's dark brown eyes, it helped a great deal. He felt Moriarty's cock press up against his entrance, hard and ready, he closed his eyes as he was thrust into, the pain was immediate, he let out a whimper, tried to move away but strong hands held him in place and dragged him back, his breath caught, his breathing was suddenly very heavy, and after a few minutes his skin washed with heat, and the room felt much too hot.
Sebastian had placed Sherlock's hands on his chest, he'd pushed him back when he had flinched away from Moriarty, and held him still, Moriarty had grabbed a hold of Sherlock's hips and dragged him back.
Seb watched Sherlock's face carefully, he smirked and looked up at Moriarty 'A little slower, I don't think our kitten is quite used to this yet.'
'Oops.' Moriarty breathed against Sherlock's ear, and a fresh wave of heat ran through him 'Sorry, lover.'
'It's fine,' Sherlock breathed, trying to concentrate enough to form a sentence 'I'm sure you're used to making mistakes.'
Moriarty pulled back and thrust hard into Sherlock, bringing a small cry from him, and a very large grin from Sebastian 'You'd know,' he said softly, building up a rhythm 'You're an expert on mistakes.'
Sherlock's breathing picked up, his heart sped, this was starting to feel good, with every thrust the tip of Moriarty's cock rubbed against that perfect spot inside of him that would eventually bring him, and it felt right, great, but still so, so wrong, not the act but rather the one performing it. He knew if he told John about this he'd probably wake up with a black eye.
'Enjoying it, finally?' Sebastian grinned, pressing his face close to Sherlock's, he ran his hands down Sherlock's chest, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, taking in his gorgeous chest and stomach 'But I suppose Jim's cock is a bit better than my fingers, eh?' he pressed his lips against Sherlock's, kissing him, and was surprised when he kissed back.
Sherlock sighed against Sebastian's lips, Moriarty's favourite assassin talked too much. Well, even half gone on bliss and drugged up, he could fix that. He bit Sebastian's bottom lip, hard.
Sebastian pulled away with an angry growl, he pulled his fist back and went to punch him, but his hand was caught before it could hit it's mark, and Moriarty smirked at him.
'I promised I wouldn't leave any obvious marks.' Moriarty said softly, he pulled Sebastian close, to Sherlock's shoulder, Sherlock trapped between them and almost suffocating between the heat of their bodies, they kissed, Moriarty licking Sebastian's lips clean of blood before they parted again, and Moriarty's rhythm sped.
Sherlock moaned, finally, followed by a gasp, with every new thrust Moriarty gave Sherlock couldn't help but make a sound, every thrust caused Moriarty's cock to hit the sweet spot inside of him, his orgasm was building, he couldn't help it, it felt too good. Sebastian started kissing his neck and he moaned louder, longer, relaxing the last little bit he needed to truly enjoy it. He loved having his neck kissed.
'Close?' Moriarty whispered against Sherlock's ear.
'Yes.' Sherlock whispered a reply, so close, it was all he wanted now, the release, the orgasm, he gripped Sebastian's shirt tight, bracing himself, behind him Moriarty was losing his rhythm, too close and desperate for his climax.
Sherlock almost screamed as his orgasm hit him, his body burned with the heat, as bliss washed through him, he felt Moriarty come behind him, driving into him, prolonging their orgasms, and then stinging pain across his hips as Moriarty dragged his nails through his skin, but he barely felt it, too gone on his climax, and now afterglow, he almost giggled with it.
Moriarty nuzzled the spot between Sherlock's shoulderblades and then kissed up along his spine, he sighed against the back of his neck 'Perfect, my dear, just perfect.'
Sherlock sighed, his eyes meeting Sebastian's.
'You look tired.' Sebastian said softly, running a finger along Sherlock's jaw 'Don't I get a go?'
'Next time.' Moriarty said, his chin on Sherlock's shoulder, the Irish lilt in his voice a lot more obvious because of the afterglow 'And soon, depending on how much Sherlock enjoys high tea at the Ritz.'
Sherlock was trying to gauge Sebastian's look, but his mind was sleep addled, he was so tired now 'You'll have to promise to play nice.'
'We can make the Ritz our sanctuary.' Moriarty said softly 'No fighting here, no killing.'
'Oh, but you're so changeable.' Sherlock said softly, closing his eyes, this fight against sleep was really a losing battle.
'I'll make an exception.' Moriarty nibbled Sherlock's shoulder 'Outside of the Ritz we're enemies, in here we're anything we want to be.'
'Sounds nice.' Sherlock sighed, his mind was starting to wander away from him.
'Time to sleep.' Moriarty said softly.
'Looks like it's really kicking in now.' Sebastian said softly.
'Maybe next time we won't need it.' Moriarty said, moving back and laying Sherlock down, he sat above him, staring down at him, he ran his fingers through Sherlock's dark curls, moving them off of his face, out of his eyes.
'Yes,' Sebastian said quietly 'No one ever gets to you.'
Moriarty grinned 'He's fascinating.'
'So this is an experiment?'
'We'll see.' Moriarty said happily 'We'll see.'
Sherlock woke the next day alone on the bed, under the quilt and hurting. He sat up, and his head ached badly, he sat for a few minutes holding it, with his eyes squeezed shut against the light coming through the crack in the drapes.
He got up, eventually, spotting his clothes on a chair nearby, he wandered into the en suite and showered, cleaned himself up, brushed his teeth with a complimentary toothbrush that the Ritz always seemed more than happy to provide, he got dressed and headed back down to the foyer, he wanted his coat back, and he wanted to go home. The cuts on his hips had stung under the hot water of the shower but it had helped his aching muscles, though he wasn't sure about the bruises, but he liked the idea of the Ritz being a safe haven, a sanctuary.
He picked up his coat at reception and found a note waiting for him, a message left by one J. Moriarty, he took it from the receptionist and opened it, and grinned. It simply read,
'I'll make sure I leave a day free for you.'
Sherlock walked out of the Ritz with something of a spring in his step, it had been a long day, well, a long night, and as much as he'd enjoyed the night off he was ready to dive back into work.