"Jesus, Sherlock. You hit like a woman." John moaned in pain and gripped Sherlock's scarf that tied his wrist to the bed as Sherlock struck his bare back with a leather riding crop. His body was covered in a thin sheet of sweat, his arms crossed, and his legs nearly bent to his chest, spreading open his globes to show his puckered entrance.
"My apologies, It nearly slipped my mind that you invaded Afghanistan." Sherlocks voice was sharp and steady, not showing any signs of giving and and fucking the doctor into the mattress. Instead, he raised the crop and brought it down on Johns back but harder than the other attempts causing John to shout and arch his back away from Sherlock. "Better?"
"Sherlock," He groaned as he was struck once more. "We have a murderer to catch later. Can you make this-" He cried out of pain, cutting his sentence short as the crop was brought down near his balls.
"I'm well aware of the situation but didn't I tell you to adress me as..."
"Sir... I didn't know you had this kind of kink." John made a breathless chuckle before groaning as Sherlock's hand ran across the sensitive red skin. "Please..."
"Please?" Sherlock growled as he leaned forwards to grasp the tie that was on Johns neck and pulled, causing Johns back to arch forward, bringing his head near Sherlock's. "What do you want me to do?" Sherlock asked with his deep, husky voice as a tongue ran from collarbone to earlobe. He began to ache under his robe, the material rubbing against him in almost a nonexistent friction. He wanted to fuck him deep but he wanted John to ask for it. He wanted him to beg.
"Oh," he moaned as he rubbed himself against Sherlock, causing the detective to purr slightly. "I need... I need to come." He whispered breathlessly as he continued to rub his entrance against Sherlocks clothed cock, practically begging the detective to enter him. John wanted it badly, his leaking member agreeing with him.
Sherlock smirked at Johns movements as he roughly rub himself against him, causing the doctor to whimper. He raised the crop and struck him at the middle of his back for the last time, ignoring his cries before tossing the riding crop towards the corner of the bed. Beside him there was soothing cream and lubricant. He took the lotion first, pouring a mountain in his hand and began rubbing Johns back, especially against his red marks.
John responded with a painful hiss but his body still moved while Sherlock continued to massage the doctors sensitive skin. His left hand still moved but his right moved towards the lube. As soon as he took it and popped the lid open with his thumb, he poured a small amount near his entrance and closed the cap to place the lube next to him. He swiped his thumb against John hole, enjoying the noise that was released from his lips. "What do you want me to do?" Sherlock growled against his ear as he pulled his finger away, parting his robe in the process before letting it slide behind him.
"Please Sir, Fuck me deep and make me come with your cock." John rasped as be backed himself against Sherlock's thumb.
"Jesus, John. I never knew a doctor like you can't talk so filthy." Sherlock purred as he leaned forward, grabbing the lube blindly and slicking his member quickly, finding his patience to diminish. He wanted to be inside and claim John body just like the skillful doctor did to him the other night.
Sherlock untied Johns wrists and lined himself up as he pinned his wrists into the pillow. John turned his head sideways so that the pillow wouldn't suffocate him. Sherlock slid in easily, with one, smooth thrust that made John groan. "Oh god, Sherlock..." His mind spun as he forgot to call him 'sir' but Sherlock didnt care.
"Christ," Sherlock hissed as he snapped his hips forward, trying to find his prostrate in this new position. His left hand traced the sides of John's waist, feeling him finally responding to the intrusion. He felt John thrust his hips back to meet with Sherlock in every thrust, guiding him to his prostrate. Sherlock's hand gripped his waist as he placed a few well thrusts before locating what he was looking for.
John cried out as he arched his back, trying to take more of Sherlock as he could. The build was too much as he wimpered just before Sherlock reached around to grab the base of his cock to stop him from short of his release. "Oh god!" Johns body did a rough shudder as he tried to make Sherlock's hand move. "F-Fuck!" John turned his head to bite the pillow as Sherlock thrusted roughly at his prostrate.
"Don't worry... I'm almost there, John." Sherlock groaned as his movements became more desperate before his other hand released Johns wrists and his hand gripped the headboard. John was to weak to even raise himself so he just let Sherlock pound him. Suddely, Johns orgasm hit him hard as Sherlock released him and roughly hit his prostrate while releasing his seed deep within John.
Completly spent, Sherlock collapsed on John, panting as he gathered him in his arms, turning so that John's back would fit perfectly against his chest. The room was completly silent, nothing but quiet breaths between them. No one said anything, even until they slept.
-XxX-
John woke up the second he heard the violin. His head jerked up to look around and when he didn't see Sherlock, he kicked his feet out of bed. "Sherlock, we need to talk." He called out as he yanked the robe from the edge of the bed to throw it on. He kicked the door open and tied his robe closed. He immediatly saw Sherlock in a tuxedo. He was well dress and well combed but it made him blushed at how lovely he looks.
"Not now, John. We have a party to attend to."
"Party? Sherlock! You don't go to parties-"
"A Masquerade Ball, actually. There, will be a man we are looking for." Sherlock's voice seemed gentle as he lowered his violin until it hit the table softly. He then opened a envelope and removed the invitation, leaving the letter inside. "We will be going to Cafe de Paris. I took the liberty of measuring you for your tuxedo days ago while you were asleep. Right over that chair. Get dressed, quickly." Sherlock rushed towards the chair and took the bag-covered tuxedo just to toss it at him.
"But Sherlock-"
"Go. We have no time to talk." He ran and rushed John to his room before closing the door. Sherlock twitched his fingers so quickly, it was inhuman. He took the letter out of the envelope and opened it with the flick of his wrist.
"It's been so long, Sherlock Holmes. How long? Well four years, five months, and three days to be exact. How are you doing, my dear? Well, I hope. Anyways, I heard you've settles with another bloke other than myself. I also heard that he is a doctor! Good job, you make me proud. I was hoping we could meet and have a long chat so I decided to invite you to a masqurade! Besides, I missed you. Come on down and I will speak of the details. Bring John too."
Sherlock didn't see any initials at the end of the script-written letter but he knew exactly who wrote it. It wasn't Jim. No. It couldn't be Sebastian either. It was someone who couldn't possibly be a threat but could cause huge trouble.
John finally opened the door when he was finished, streachig his arms and chuckling at how well it fits. "I can't believe you took my measurement while I was asleep." It was his way of thanking Sherlock without actually saying it. Then, he quickly looked at him, noticing that Sherlock was quiet. "Sherlock...?"
"There will be a man there. A man that I know very well. If you get frightened by anything he says, tug on my sleave."
"But why would I be frightened?"
"Because he is almost like me. Not like how my brother is but the man was the most... Closest man to me." John took note at his tone of voice and the way he describes him as 'man' and not 'friend'. It confused him and frightened him slightly before Sherlock passed his mask towards him. "Not to worry, we should be fine."
"I should catch a cab." John told him before he left, forgetting to speak to Sherlock about a few hours ago. As soon as he walked out, he saw the bright, full moon and stared as if he were under it's spell. Then, lifted an arm to call a cab that was about to pass his way. Just before it had stopped, Sherlock walked out and locked the door behind him. John put on his mask and slid in the car before Sherlock, telling the cabbie where to go. "Sherlock, What happened when we..." He looked at Sherlock, hoping he would catch on.
"I wanted to try something different." He turned his head towards John and gave him a cheeky smile. "Besides, if we're going to be snagging like bunnies-"
"Sherlock," John whispered as he saw the cab driver look at them through his rearview. John blushed deeply as he turned back to Sherlock. "Don't mention that word please. At least not here."
"Don't worry, John. The cabbies are really not suppose to open their mouths about what happens here..." Sherlock slowly took his hand and leaned in close to plant a soft kiss against his lips. John didn't back away, he didn't even flinch slightly but his mind was protesting. "See-"
"Actually," The two heard the cabby talk. His voice much like a mixture of both John and Sherlock's. The cab suddenly stopped and turned to park. "Real cabbies don't do. I do." The cabbie turned his head and John immediatly met up with his gray eyes. John couldnt help but to stare at his features. Much simmilars to Sherlock except the cheekbones. The man was a bit larger than him, too. His hair was like a chocolate silk, flipped to the back and perfectly combed to perfection. And his lips were nice and full. "It's been a while, Sherlock." He stretched his arm to trail his finger against Sherlock's jawline. The detective seem to go soft after his touch, as if he known and respected him which scared John.
"Victor Simmons..."
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*Ducks and runs away from everyone*
Florda is kinda mean but at the same time, I have a lot of time to write but... It was for other stories so... Yah...
Now I must change summary ^.^