Mini Fill
anonymous
February 21 2012, 15:11:21 UTC
yes, yes you can ;_; I took the rope thing to the point of suspension, if that's okay with you (if it isn't i'll try again, I promise!)
(this one's just a shorty, so i encourage multiple fills of this. Vigorously.)
Physical exertion was usually the perfect balm for Holmes's troubled mind. It focused the mind, took the edge off the thoughts that crowded his thinking space and threatened to spill him over into madness. However, as he struggled against the ropes that bound him he found his mind wandered to subjects such as the brand of bitter soap residue from the badly-rinsed gag which crowded his mouth, and the background behind Moriarty's impressive mastery of kinbaku. The excruciating pain in his shoulder should have helped too; pain usually did. This time it only confused him.
It was because of this that he did not notice Moriarty re-enter the room, an indulgent smile on his face. He was too busy trying to find a way out of the mess he had gotten himself into. Watson was surely on his way, and it would not do to find him in his current... predicament. Moriarty's eyes slid appreciatively over the beads of sweat that trickled down Holmes's back as he strained against the ropes, seeking some kind of give. It shouldn't be long now before he realised how futile his efforts were. He made no sound - it would be good for him to figure out his place on his own.
When Holmes finally slumped back against the splintery floor in defeat, panting harshly against the stifling gag, Moriarty allowed himself a chuckle. No words were needed, the sudden tension which overtook his captive's body was more than enough.
Moriarty reached for the giant metal hook once again, placing one solid boot against Holmes's bound chest as he slipped it through a meticulously placed loop at his side. For a moment there was confusion in the detective's eyes, a raw vulnerability that drew the same twisted smile from his nemesis. Then the chain was pulled, and once again Holmes was hoisted into the air, except this time it was the ropes that dug into his abused flesh. His injured shoulder was squeezed between two of the supporting ropes, and it was nothing but pure, white-hot agony to him.
Holmes squeezed his eyes shut against the pain, though to his eternal shame a tiny whimper escaped him, muffled by the gag. The bite of the ropes was becoming unbearable, and as the minutes ticked by, silent save for his ragged breaths. All the while, Moriarty toyed with him, spinning him on his tether like a child's plaything. He did not dare open his eyes, couldn't bring himself to face his humiliation.
It was almost a relief when he began to lose the feeling in his extremities; when Moriarty finally let him down and pulled him roughly to his feet by the hair. It was short lived however, for a pair of lips brushed his hair and whispered
I took the rope thing to the point of suspension, if that's okay with you (if it isn't i'll try again, I promise!)
(this one's just a shorty, so i encourage multiple fills of this. Vigorously.)
Physical exertion was usually the perfect balm for Holmes's troubled mind. It focused the mind, took the edge off the thoughts that crowded his thinking space and threatened to spill him over into madness. However, as he struggled against the ropes that bound him he found his mind wandered to subjects such as the brand of bitter soap residue from the badly-rinsed gag which crowded his mouth, and the background behind Moriarty's impressive mastery of kinbaku. The excruciating pain in his shoulder should have helped too; pain usually did. This time it only confused him.
It was because of this that he did not notice Moriarty re-enter the room, an indulgent smile on his face. He was too busy trying to find a way out of the mess he had gotten himself into. Watson was surely on his way, and it would not do to find him in his current... predicament.
Moriarty's eyes slid appreciatively over the beads of sweat that trickled down Holmes's back as he strained against the ropes, seeking some kind of give. It shouldn't be long now before he realised how futile his efforts were. He made no sound - it would be good for him to figure out his place on his own.
When Holmes finally slumped back against the splintery floor in defeat, panting harshly against the stifling gag, Moriarty allowed himself a chuckle. No words were needed, the sudden tension which overtook his captive's body was more than enough.
Moriarty reached for the giant metal hook once again, placing one solid boot against Holmes's bound chest as he slipped it through a meticulously placed loop at his side. For a moment there was confusion in the detective's eyes, a raw vulnerability that drew the same twisted smile from his nemesis. Then the chain was pulled, and once again Holmes was hoisted into the air, except this time it was the ropes that dug into his abused flesh. His injured shoulder was squeezed between two of the supporting ropes, and it was nothing but pure, white-hot agony to him.
Holmes squeezed his eyes shut against the pain, though to his eternal shame a tiny whimper escaped him, muffled by the gag. The bite of the ropes was becoming unbearable, and as the minutes ticked by, silent save for his ragged breaths.
All the while, Moriarty toyed with him, spinning him on his tether like a child's plaything. He did not dare open his eyes, couldn't bring himself to face his humiliation.
It was almost a relief when he began to lose the feeling in his extremities; when Moriarty finally let him down and pulled him roughly to his feet by the hair. It was short lived however, for a pair of lips brushed his hair and whispered
"mine."
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Don't mind me, I'll just... uh... be over there in my bunk. ;)
Thank you for this, anon! *purrs*
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