Stolen Moments pt 1/who the hell can guess, it's over 14,000 wordsvelvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 09:50:27 UTC
Warnings: non-con, plus a multitude of poorly-described case related violence.
Sherlock had become obsessed with his new flatmate.
More specifically obsessed with his skin. It was naturally fair, prone to showing rather than hiding its past, like a parchment full of secrets to be decoded. A small faded scar on the forehead told of childhood trauma. The freckling cross the back of the hand said that sun had once beat mercilessly on him for days. The uneven nails and the dry skin around his nose signaled that he had little vanity and didn't spend much thought on how others perceived him. The hardening of a callous there, on his finger, was work related. Uneven stubble meant his razor was dull - a forced frugality.
There was more, much more, hidden away under his clothes and it absolutely maddened Sherlock not to be able to read it.
"Sherlock?" asked John as they sat eating excellent Chinese in a restaurant with an awfully unappetizing name.
Re: Stolen Moments pt 15/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:40:52 UTC
Sherlock stood in a corner and sank fully into his disconcertion. He should not have gotten distracted like that. His mind had actually turned off for a second and had been filled with a lust every bit as inappropriate as the man Dimmock and his men were now arresting. How did normal people stand this? Was it going to happen again? It was bad enough having these impulses, but to have them come, will-he-nill-he, in the middle of a case was impossible
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Re: Stolen Moments pt 16/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:41:42 UTC
And honestly, it was just rubbing body parts together. Why make such a big deal of it? A mere biological function, hardly worth the amount of thought and energy normal people devoted to it. Why couldn't people relieve the itch and have it done without dragging all these relationship expectations into it? Why did it have to be so complicated?
Sherlock paced the floor of the sitting room, round and round the coffee table. He hadn't heard John's footsteps upstairs for an hour. He considered playing the violin but he didn't want to risk waking him. Sleep, he willed. Sleep while I think this over.John was already so much a part of Sherlock's life, it seemed preposterous to think that, if not for the fear of wrecking what they had, he would not go along with this. If he could easily forgive that girl for injuring him, why wouldn't he forgive Sherlock for giving him a bit of pleasure
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Re: Stolen Moments pt 18/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:42:55 UTC
John stepped forward again and carefully touched his cock, giving it the same treatment he'd given John moments before. It felt unbelievably good. It felt cathartically good. Sherlock took John's cock and, forgetting lube, condoms and tissues, he began to wank the man. John mirrored his movements. And in a way it wasn't dissimilar to masturbation, but in a way it was nothing remotely like it at all
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Re: Stolen Moments pt 19/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:43:45 UTC
"I'm home," John called as he entered the flat that afternoon. "Went by Tesco and got us some liverwurst. Would you like me to make you a sandwich?" There wasn't even a hint that he remembered what had happened the night before. Sherlock felt a wave of relief.
John placed the sack on the counter. "You could start us some tea, if you would."
Sherlock slid around him to grab the electric kettle and was surprised when he turned back to find John's face in his. A moment later, John's lips brushed his in a quick, nearly chaste peck.
They both startled back.
"Oh, God," said John, flushing an alarming color. "I'm so sorry, I have no idea where that came from. I must have mistaken you for Sarah, I guess. Oh, god." His hand covered his mouth
( ... )
Re: Stolen Moments pt 20/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:46:22 UTC
Two nights in a row. That was pretty short order for hypnosis. Sherlock was annoyed at himself for having so little control. But he couldn't sleep, the case was done and there were nothing more on the docket and he could think nothing but what he wanted to do to John's body next. If he waited any longer, he'd end up doing something inappropriate, he was sure of it
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Re: Stolen Moments pt 22/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:48:40 UTC
It wasn't too much of a surprise that John came home from work yawning and in a foul mood. Sherlock was ready to offer him tea, but John jolted away when he approached, then mumbled something about a nap. Sherlock had to go out on an errand, and by the time he came back John had woken and left again
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Re: Stolen Moments pt 24/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:58:20 UTC
"I understand your fear of rejection, especially given your history with these things. Lord knows it was difficult being young and gay and socially awkward in the nineties. But you aren't 19 anymore. Times have changed. If you want to try having a sexual relationship again, far be it from me to stand in your way. But this can't continue
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Re: Stolen Moments pt 25/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:59:37 UTC
When he arrived back at the flat, all seemed to have returned to normal with John. They had a decent conversation, went to dinner together to celebrate Sherlock's secret mission. But as the dinner progressed through the awkward everything-but-the-case discussion of Brussels, Sherlock began to detect a little discomfort in John's behavior. Lack of customary eye contact for one. A little blush that crept in when Sherlock reached out his hand to pat John's sleeve.
It was time for that conversation.
"You are uncomfortable around me, John," said Sherlock. "Why."
"Don't ask," was John's response.
"I have to, because you are important to me. Is there something wrong? Have I done something?" Does he remember?"It has nothing to do with you Sherlock," said John and met his eye. Sherlock detected that it was only a partial lie. Galling. He far preferred it be fully one or the other
( ... )
Re: Stolen Moments pt 26/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 22:00:32 UTC
"But you are straight."
"Obviously not completely. Most blokes don't do it to me. But you do. And it seems like only you lately." John sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm wrecking everything aren't I? You're my best friend, and the last thing I wanted was to be a creeper. I suppose I can try avoiding you some more. That seemed to help. While you were off in Belgium, I stopped feeling like I was going to get up in the middle of the night and jump you in your sleep."
Sherlock winced.
"When did this obsession with me begin?"
"The idea crept into my head after the last case, if you can believe it. I suppose it could have been worse. I could have developed a thing for underage girls."
Sherlock flashed back to their first hurried handjob. It had been that night. Oh god. "And before that - did you desire me?" Please say yes.
John tsked. "I didn't think of you that way. It didn't occur to me."
"So this is my fault. I changed you." I violated you. Not just your body. Your soul.John rolled his eyes. "Don't blame yourself my
( ... )
Re: Stolen Moments pt 28/28 and ENDvelvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 22:03:29 UTC
The lights flicked off again. Without a word, Mycroft turned around and walked slowly down the stairs. Sherlock remained a few minutes in the dark, listening to John sleep. By the time he wandered down the sitting room, Mycoft had gone.
Sherlock hadn't really expected any open praise or forgiveness from his older sibling. For him, the matter was closed and he'd moved on, the way he always did. Except for the marker, which he would call in.
Sherlock wondered if it would ever be over for him.
The next case was an aggressive purse snatcher, whose M.O. was to drive up to women and lean out the window and snag the bag and hit the accelerator. Four times it had ended with a woman pulled off her feet and thrown to the pavement. The fifth victim had been dragged under the rear wheel before the strap snapped.
Sherlock cursed the fact that the witnesses all seemed to have stared at precisely the wrong things. Trivial details like the pattern of the purse. What about the hand? Did no one notice anything about the hand? Of
( ... )
Re: Stolen Moments pt 28/28 and ENDdarthhellokittyJanuary 8 2011, 23:37:56 UTC
Wow... very dark, really, although at the end... if Sherlock can forgive himself, and be very, very sure that John doesn't suddenly remember everything...
Sherlock had become obsessed with his new flatmate.
More specifically obsessed with his skin. It was naturally fair, prone to showing rather than hiding its past, like a parchment full of secrets to be decoded. A small faded scar on the forehead told of childhood trauma. The freckling cross the back of the hand said that sun had once beat mercilessly on him for days. The uneven nails and the dry skin around his nose signaled that he had little vanity and didn't spend much thought on how others perceived him. The hardening of a callous there, on his finger, was work related. Uneven stubble meant his razor was dull - a forced frugality.
There was more, much more, hidden away under his clothes and it absolutely maddened Sherlock not to be able to read it.
"Sherlock?" asked John as they sat eating excellent Chinese in a restaurant with an awfully unappetizing name.
"Yes?" He realized he'd been staring.
"Did you want something?"
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Sherlock paced the floor of the sitting room, round and round the coffee table. He hadn't heard John's footsteps upstairs for an hour. He considered playing the violin but he didn't want to risk waking him. Sleep, he willed. Sleep while I think this over.John was already so much a part of Sherlock's life, it seemed preposterous to think that, if not for the fear of wrecking what they had, he would not go along with this. If he could easily forgive that girl for injuring him, why wouldn't he forgive Sherlock for giving him a bit of pleasure ( ... )
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John placed the sack on the counter. "You could start us some tea, if you would."
Sherlock slid around him to grab the electric kettle and was surprised when he turned back to find John's face in his. A moment later, John's lips brushed his in a quick, nearly chaste peck.
They both startled back.
"Oh, God," said John, flushing an alarming color. "I'm so sorry, I have no idea where that came from. I must have mistaken you for Sarah, I guess. Oh, god." His hand covered his mouth ( ... )
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It was time for that conversation.
"You are uncomfortable around me, John," said Sherlock. "Why."
"Don't ask," was John's response.
"I have to, because you are important to me. Is there something wrong? Have I done something?" Does he remember?"It has nothing to do with you Sherlock," said John and met his eye. Sherlock detected that it was only a partial lie. Galling. He far preferred it be fully one or the other ( ... )
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"Obviously not completely. Most blokes don't do it to me. But you do. And it seems like only you lately." John sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm wrecking everything aren't I? You're my best friend, and the last thing I wanted was to be a creeper. I suppose I can try avoiding you some more. That seemed to help. While you were off in Belgium, I stopped feeling like I was going to get up in the middle of the night and jump you in your sleep."
Sherlock winced.
"When did this obsession with me begin?"
"The idea crept into my head after the last case, if you can believe it. I suppose it could have been worse. I could have developed a thing for underage girls."
Sherlock flashed back to their first hurried handjob. It had been that night. Oh god. "And before that - did you desire me?" Please say yes.
John tsked. "I didn't think of you that way. It didn't occur to me."
"So this is my fault. I changed you." I violated you. Not just your body. Your soul.John rolled his eyes. "Don't blame yourself my ( ... )
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Sherlock hadn't really expected any open praise or forgiveness from his older sibling. For him, the matter was closed and he'd moved on, the way he always did. Except for the marker, which he would call in.
Sherlock wondered if it would ever be over for him.
The next case was an aggressive purse snatcher, whose M.O. was to drive up to women and lean out the window and snag the bag and hit the accelerator. Four times it had ended with a woman pulled off her feet and thrown to the pavement. The fifth victim had been dragged under the rear wheel before the strap snapped.
Sherlock cursed the fact that the witnesses all seemed to have stared at precisely the wrong things. Trivial details like the pattern of the purse. What about the hand? Did no one notice anything about the hand? Of ( ... )
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