Sherlock FF: I owe you
Yes, I was away for a long, long time, but now I got my writing-muse back and got into the Sherlock-BBC-Fandom
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Title: I owe you
Fandom : Sherlock BBC
Paring: Sherlock/James Moriarty
Genre: dark fic,
Rating: NC-17
Warning : sexual violence
Note : Set during „The Reichenbachfall“
Disclaimer : Sherlock Holmes belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the BBC, I don’t make money with this.
I owe you
„I owe you“ whispered Moriarty into the darkness. “I owe you a lot of pain and joy, Sherlock. Our little …” he smiled diabolically “Game was just the beginning , the prelude to what will be coming next, the best is yet to come, so to say. Somehow, I had to get your attention first, the world’s greatest and only consulting detectives’. Who else would be worth my attention ? We match, you and I, I for example get off on committing a crime, you on solving the case. The perfect harmony since ebony and ivory. It’s only both of us who share that passion.”
He ran his hand over the blanket while walking past the bed.
“It’ll be a pleasure to me to make you fall, because at the end I’ll triumph over you.”
He ran his hand over the blanket again, while pacing.
“But first, I’d like to have a little bit of fun with you, honey, just the two of us, all on our own.” He giggled in a silly way. “I never thought that it would be so easy to sedate you, just some drops into your tea and you’re all mine.”
He pulled the blanket down revealing the naked upper part of the body of unconscious Sherlock. His arms were spread laying next to his head fixed to the frame of the bed by ropes around his wrists. The hair was hanging in tangled brown locks over his closed eyes.
Moriarty set down on the bedside next to him and tenderly brushed a lock out of his face. Then he led his index finger trail down over his high cheek bones. “You’re a fascinating beauty,” he whispered. His finger continued to slowly trail downwards over his heart shaped lips , before quickly closing his fingers around his chin and turning the head towards his side. He was holding his fingers closed around the chin, bent down to Sherlock and breathed : “Time to wake up Cinderella , your prince is here !” Then he kissed his lips.
The kiss deepened, became more passionate and finally woke Sherlock up. His blue eyes opened , pupils dilating with shock when meeting the gaze of Moriarty’s brown ones. Instantaneously he tried to escape his grip by turning his head , fight the hand off that was holding him , flexing his muscles, arching his back and pulling the unyielding ropes that fixed his wrists and angles to the bed. But the sedative which was still circulating in his blood made him sink weakly back onto the mattress.
“Don’t touch me !”, he hissed.
Instead of an answer Moriarty slapped his face really hard. “Be quiet and do as you’re told if you don’t want worse to happen.”
Sherlock gasped for air , but quickly gained his composure back.
“What do you want from me ?”, he asked brusque.
He smiled dirty. “You are the Master of Deduction, you will tell me.”
Sherlock sight.
„I’m ling naked on a bed only covered by a thin blanket with my hands and feet tied to the bed frame while a man, who had kissed me against my will after expressing sexual suggestiveness in the past, is bearing company.”
„And what is that supposed to mean ?“, he asked impatiently and on edge.
„Yes,what does this mean?“, he asked genuinely curious.
„Oh, Sherlock, now you’re disappointing me. Of cause, we’re going to have a little surprise sex of which you hadn’t known that you would have wanted it in the first place !”
“That is an euphemism for rape.”, he stated dryly.
“You’re bright after aaaall !”, he exclaim with pretended astonishment. “Beside of that, I got a weapon …just in case you won’t be a good boy.”
Sherlock glimpsed at his trousers.
“Nope, it’s not in my pocket, I’m just happy to see you.”
With these words, he climbed on the bed using his weight to push Sherlock deeper into the mattress in order to keep him from arching his back or turning away. Then he put his hand under the blanket.
Sherlock gasped with shock, when he touched his naked skin.
„Now I got you literally by the balls.” He grinned complacently.
“What do you want from me ? What do I have to do to making you stop ?” For a second, his voice was shaking before gaining back its usual unemotional sound.
Good, Sherlock was indeed afraid after all , although he kept his composure.
“Why should I want anything but what I’m about to take ?” He fastened his grip around Sherlock’s cock, content to notice his physical reaction. “Have you got any special preferences that I should know about ? How does John usually do you, by the way ? “, he asked chattily.
“I have no interest in sex what so ever, especially not with you, Mister Moriarty. Sex is just one more physical function that I don’t care about.”
“Ouch !, you have hurt my feelings !. Just call me Jim, Mister Moriarty is a bit too formal under the given circumstances. Well, then it’s high time to change that, no surprise that you’re so tense all the time.” He pushed back the blanket and bent over Sherlock’s hard cock, while Sherlock was watching him sleepily.
Moriarty felt his eyes on him , which was an additional turn on. How could Sherlock be so indifferent whereas he was already close ? He felt the firm fabric of his trousers tighten over his impressive cock while his tongue was licking Sherlock’s not less impressive cock. His hand slid down to his lap in order to unzip his trousers. Then he reached into his jacket and took out a tube of Vaseline.
“I don’t mean to ruin your first time by causing you any serious or permanent injuries , so I’ll be careful. You should keep that precious moments in good memory and keep coming back for more.”, he cooed. “You’re even more amazing then I could have imagined in my perverts dreams. I was thinking of you when choosing the victims and ordering my accomplices , what would please Sherlock the most ? The chase is often better than the catch. I owe us a true delight.”
“You’re hurting me.”, hissed Sherlock through gritted teeth.
Seeing him suffer filled his heart with joy and turned him on. He smiled with satisfaction when looking at Sherlock grimacing in pain. A single tear rolled out of the corner of his eye over his cheek bone and dripped onto the pillow.
“Just relax, honey, it’ll be better in a moment. No pain, no gain.”
Although Sherlock’s facial expression was blank now, he could feel, that he wouldn’t be able to take it any longer, neither would he. Sherlock’s chest moved visibly with every breath he took , he was trying hard not to pant, keeping his lips squeezed shut in an almost straight line. His stoic calmness was interrupted only by blinking, which Moriarty could see from the corner of his eyes , before he felt splashes of warm liquid running over his shirt. Almost at the same moment, he bent his head back and moaned with pleasure. Panting and trying to catch his breath, he leaned back against the end of the bed.
***
“Are we done ?”
He heard Sherlocks detached voice, which interrupted his morbid thoughts. He was still in Sherlock’s flat in Baker Street , having tea with the Detective, while eying him over the rim of his tea cup. His naivety and guilelessness was almost touching. One day, he’d tear or depending on the circumstances fuck, Sherlock’s soul out of his body, but until then a lot more was to happen. He smiled. Wait and see and have a cup of tea.
Header
Title: I owe you
Fandom : Sherlock BBC
Paring: Sherlock/James Moriarty
Genre: dark fic,
Rating: NC-17
Warning : sexual violence
Note : Set during „The Reichenbachfall“
Disclaimer : Sherlock Holmes belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the BBC, I don’t make money with this.
I owe you
„I owe you“ whispered Moriarty into the darkness. “I owe you a lot of pain and joy, Sherlock. Our little …” he smiled diabolically “Game was just the beginning , the prelude to what will be coming next, the best is yet to come, so to say. Somehow, I had to get your attention first, the world’s greatest and only consulting detectives’. Who else would be worth my attention ? We match, you and I, I for example get off on committing a crime, you on solving the case. The perfect harmony since ebony and ivory. It’s only both of us who share that passion.”
He ran his hand over the blanket while walking past the bed.
“It’ll be a pleasure to me to make you fall, because at the end I’ll triumph over you.”
He ran his hand over the blanket again, while pacing.
“But first, I’d like to have a little bit of fun with you, honey, just the two of us, all on our own.” He giggled in a silly way. “I never thought that it would be so easy to sedate you, just some drops into your tea and you’re all mine.”
He pulled the blanket down revealing the naked upper part of the body of unconscious Sherlock. His arms were spread laying next to his head fixed to the frame of the bed by ropes around his wrists. The hair was hanging in tangled brown locks over his closed eyes.
Moriarty set down on the bedside next to him and tenderly brushed a lock out of his face. Then he led his index finger trail down over his high cheek bones. “You’re a fascinating beauty,” he whispered. His finger continued to slowly trail downwards over his heart shaped lips , before quickly closing his fingers around his chin and turning the head towards his side. He was holding his fingers closed around the chin, bent down to Sherlock and breathed : “Time to wake up Cinderella , your prince is here !” Then he kissed his lips.
The kiss deepened, became more passionate and finally woke Sherlock up. His blue eyes opened , pupils dilating with shock when meeting the gaze of Moriarty’s brown ones. Instantaneously he tried to escape his grip by turning his head , fight the hand off that was holding him , flexing his muscles, arching his back and pulling the unyielding ropes that fixed his wrists and angles to the bed. But the sedative which was still circulating in his blood made him sink weakly back onto the mattress.
“Don’t touch me !”, he hissed.
Instead of an answer Moriarty slapped his face really hard. “Be quiet and do as you’re told if you don’t want worse to happen.”
Sherlock gasped for air , but quickly gained his composure back.
“What do you want from me ?”, he asked brusque.
He smiled dirty. “You are the Master of Deduction, you will tell me.”
Sherlock sight.
„I’m ling naked on a bed only covered by a thin blanket with my hands and feet tied to the bed frame while a man, who had kissed me against my will after expressing sexual suggestiveness in the past, is bearing company.”
„And what is that supposed to mean ?“, he asked impatiently and on edge.
„Yes,what does this mean?“, he asked genuinely curious.
„Oh, Sherlock, now you’re disappointing me. Of cause, we’re going to have a little surprise sex of which you hadn’t known that you would have wanted it in the first place !”
“That is an euphemism for rape.”, he stated dryly.
“You’re bright after aaaall !”, he exclaim with pretended astonishment. “Beside of that, I got a weapon …just in case you won’t be a good boy.”
Sherlock glimpsed at his trousers.
“Nope, it’s not in my pocket, I’m just happy to see you.”
With these words, he climbed on the bed using his weight to push Sherlock deeper into the mattress in order to keep him from arching his back or turning away. Then he put his hand under the blanket.
Sherlock gasped with shock, when he touched his naked skin.
„Now I got you literally by the balls.” He grinned complacently.
“What do you want from me ? What do I have to do to making you stop ?” For a second, his voice was shaking before gaining back its usual unemotional sound.
Good, Sherlock was indeed afraid after all , although he kept his composure.
“Why should I want anything but what I’m about to take ?” He fastened his grip around Sherlock’s cock, content to notice his physical reaction. “Have you got any special preferences that I should know about ? How does John usually do you, by the way ? “, he asked chattily.
“I have no interest in sex what so ever, especially not with you, Mister Moriarty. Sex is just one more physical function that I don’t care about.”
“Ouch !, you have hurt my feelings !. Just call me Jim, Mister Moriarty is a bit too formal under the given circumstances. Well, then it’s high time to change that, no surprise that you’re so tense all the time.” He pushed back the blanket and bent over Sherlock’s hard cock, while Sherlock was watching him sleepily.
Moriarty felt his eyes on him , which was an additional turn on. How could Sherlock be so indifferent whereas he was already close ? He felt the firm fabric of his trousers tighten over his impressive cock while his tongue was licking Sherlock’s not less impressive cock. His hand slid down to his lap in order to unzip his trousers. Then he reached into his jacket and took out a tube of Vaseline.
“I don’t mean to ruin your first time by causing you any serious or permanent injuries , so I’ll be careful. You should keep that precious moments in good memory and keep coming back for more.”, he cooed. “You’re even more amazing then I could have imagined in my perverts dreams. I was thinking of you when choosing the victims and ordering my accomplices , what would please Sherlock the most ? The chase is often better than the catch. I owe us a true delight.”
“You’re hurting me.”, hissed Sherlock through gritted teeth.
Seeing him suffer filled his heart with joy and turned him on. He smiled with satisfaction when looking at Sherlock grimacing in pain. A single tear rolled out of the corner of his eye over his cheek bone and dripped onto the pillow.
“Just relax, honey, it’ll be better in a moment. No pain, no gain.”
Although Sherlock’s facial expression was blank now, he could feel, that he wouldn’t be able to take it any longer, neither would he. Sherlock’s chest moved visibly with every breath he took , he was trying hard not to pant, keeping his lips squeezed shut in an almost straight line. His stoic calmness was interrupted only by blinking, which Moriarty could see from the corner of his eyes , before he felt splashes of warm liquid running over his shirt. Almost at the same moment, he bent his head back and moaned with pleasure. Panting and trying to catch his breath, he leaned back against the end of the bed.
***
“Are we done ?”
He heard Sherlocks detached voice, which interrupted his morbid thoughts. He was still in Sherlock’s flat in Baker Street , having tea with the Detective, while eying him over the rim of his tea cup. His naivety and guilelessness was almost touching. One day, he’d tear or depending on the circumstances fuck, Sherlock’s soul out of his body, but until then a lot more was to happen. He smiled. Wait and see and have a cup of tea.