Prompting Part XXIV

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Fill: Moriarty/Sherlock White Horse Part 1

[anonymous]

His arms are chaffing where the ropes bind him, the sweat is dripping down his back uncomfortably cooling till he shivers, the cool night should be a relief but it only makes him realise how much his veins burn with every breath.

'Please', he begs and Jim watches him from beneath hooded lids, eyes him like prey but Sherlock can't make himself care right now he just needs another needle to pierce his skin, feel the rush.

'You'll need to be good to daddy', Jim says, voice so high at the end that it hurts to listen to him. Sherlock nods his head briskly, tries not to meet Jim's eyes, knows this time his mouth won't be enough. 'Will you be a good boy for me?'

Hands are running down his back, Jim's face is just a few centimetres away, he can's meet his eyes though. He can feel the tears falling down his face and it's not that there is any emotion involved, it's just the fiery need in his tears, in his sweat, burning up just under his skin. 'Yes', he shivers, his jaw is chittering as Jim presses their lips together, presses his tongue in and even now it feels like too much. His mind can deal with this when he's high because it feels like a ghost, like a dream and he never sleeps much now so he barely remembers these nights with Jim when he doesn't have enough money so he pays with other means. After nights like these, he deletes the memories anyway, until the bruises and the scratches are the only evidence that something has happened.

'Could I have some now?', he mumbles as Jim ravishes his neck, he feels the huff of laughter just before teeth are digging into his neck, he hisses as he pulls and the ropes pull tighter against his skin.

'I want you to remember this, remember us', Jim chastises, hand slapping against his ass cheek. There are too many retorts flying around in his head, he wants to retreat inside as there is a kiss placed on his shoulder, lips trailing down his spine until he hears a bottle being cracked open. His breath is coming in too quickly as he feels fingers tracing around his hole, he feels like he's choking on the oxygen trying to enter his body.

'Relax', the voice behind him commands and it's suprsingly soft and slow for Jim, he usually fucks his mouth hard until Sherlock is choking, likes to leave black bruises all over his pale flesh so he has to cover up even more than he usually would. He wonders if Mycroft follows his nightly antics, it used to be once every so often but now he comes to Jim every night, has a space in his bed until Sherlock is just another boring whorre, not worth the time or the effort. Jim's told him about the others before.

Fill: Moriarty/Sherlock White Horse Part 2

[anonymous]

'Ah', he whimpers when Jim hits his prostate, he's never been touched there, it makes his balls tighten, his cock half hard and already weeping. He's not sure how he's going to get through this, not sure if this hit will really be worth it when he may have to do this again in fourteen more hours, the high doesn't seem to last as long as it used to and then he's bored again and contemplating a rope and a short fall.

'Going to fuck you', Jim says in a sing song, cock pushing in so slowly that Sherlock doesn't realise he's stopped breathing until Jim is pressed against his back, placing small kisses along his shoulder blades.

'So big', Sherlock half chokes, the burn is completely different, he's never felt so full. Jim is rocking gently in him, pressing against that spot until every inward breath is a gasp. Sherlock has never came before except in Jim's mouth but he can't hold the roar of the orgasm flying down his back. It feels delicious and intoxicating.

He's lost as Jim fucks him, hard thrusts that make his arms bleed against his bindings, his teeth clamping on the space between his shoulder and his neck when he comes inside Sherlock.

The ropes are pulled away and he falls forward, shaking arms barely catching him.

'Do you want me to?', Jim asks putting the needle and syringe together.

'No', he doesn't recognise his own voice as he tries to stand, legs cramping as he attempts to get dressed, leave before he changes his mind and begs.

'Well, well you are far more interesting now aren't you', the questions rhettorical, he can't concentrate now, just needs to get home.

'Goodbye Mr Holmes', James Moriarty says at his door and Sherlock watches a blonde man slip past them, fists clenching and unclenching as he passes them and he finds it, the action of being that angry, quite fascinating.

He nods, walks into the shadows and dark alleys and deletes all his memories of Jim.

Re: Fill: Moriarty/Sherlock White Horse Part 2

[anonymous]

amazingly written. i couldn't have asked for a better way for this prompt to be filled.