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Chance Meeting	By : Bella_Watson_Holmes Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3072 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sherlock laid next to John, holding him and never wanting to leave. He knew he had to go so he got up and grabbed his shirt and zipped up his pants. John stirred, looking up at his teacher.
"You alright?" John asked.
"Yeah I'm fine. I am more worried about you." Sherlock said, crouching down to be eye level with the teen.
"Jim makes me have sex with him every night he's home, but he doesn't treat me the way you do." John said.
"I better go. I can't be seen here." With that, Sherlock kissed John and left quickly.
John was already missing Sherlock's touch. He always felt like Jim's toy, but with Sherlock he felt like a person. He cried as soon as Sherlock left, clinging his blanket. In the mean time, Sherlock drove home feeling bad for John. Sherlock knew how John felt. When Sherlock was fourteen, his uncle sexually abused him. Sherlock went into his room holding his stomach, feeling nauseous. Not only was John a toy, he was one once more. Jim was using him for his own entertainment, but for what purpose he didn't know.
The fight to save John just got harder.
Mycroft knocked on the door and Sherlock glanced over his shoulder.
"You were with someone. I presume it was John by the smell." Mycroft stated flatly.
"Sorry, Jim would have killed him if we didn't… don't you get it? John is Jim's play toy and now I am, too!" Sherlock growled out.
"Let's hope this doesn't come to kick us in the ass." Mycroft said, leaving.
Back at John's home he was still curled in bed emotionally drained, he knew his father would be back soon. He felt a jolt down his spine as he heard the front door creak open and he recognized the tell-tale footsteps of his drunk father.
"Oh, Johnny boy." Came the singsong call. The boy gulped, knowing how bad this was going to be.
He slowly sat up, attempting to keep his breath under control before he started going into hysterics. He pulled on his boxers and slowly stepped into the door way, peering around it and down to where he could see his father leaning heavily against the wall.
"Oh, there you are. Daddy's precious little slut."
John felt his body start to shake, fear making his body feel like he fell into an ice bath.
"Come here, John."
The impatience lacing the voice jolted John into action; he quickly made his way to his father. He stayed just a little out of reach, but Jim would have none of that. A smile stretched the handsome man's face into something horrid as he grabbed his son's shoulders in a crushing grip and slammed his lips to the boys, all but grinding their teeth together into a painful, and eventually, bruised and bloody kiss.
John trembled as he felt his lip split under the painful assault.
Jim dropped everything in his hands to the floor and dragged his son with him to the boys bedroom. He threw John onto the bed and hopped atop him, his feet planted on either side of his sons hips as he crouched above the boy.
John's body was shaking in fear now, fueling his father's lust as the man began to brutally claim the boy with bites that nearly tore flesh, adoring the painful screams that emitted from the boy under him.
"You are mine, you slut, never forget it."
John nodded quickly, trying to curb his trembling as Jim lowered himself. He could feel his father's erection pressed to his thigh. Bile threatened to rise, but he bit it back knowing he would get an even worse punishment should he get ill.
Out of his pocket, Jim pulled out a switchblade and- expertly- flipped the blade out and locked it in place. He first used it to cut the boy's underwear off before taking in the trembling, teary eyed boy under him.
Jim grinned wolfishly before swooping down upon the boy into another bruising kiss, his nails digging into the boy's shoulders as he roughly thrust himself into the tense body beneath him. John screamed as he felt himself tear inside, his body to tense to take in such an intrusion.
"Enjoying the burn, boy? I know you love it. Let me enhance it." Jim growled out before taking the sharp blade to the boy's chest and slowly, painfully, carving the word 'mine' into the boy's chest.
The pain proved too much for John and the world went black, his father's laughter the last thing heard.
John woke up at his usual time feeling the pain from the night before. Remembering what his father did, he got up best he could and, regardless of how painful it was to walk, went into the bathroom. He cleaned up, found some gauze and an old bandage and carefully wrapped his chest best he could by himself, then took some painkillers and got dressed. He pulled on a turtle neck to hide the bite marks on his neck, grabbed his backpack and was ready. His father gave him a ride to school.
"Have a good day." Jim said as John got out.
"See you after school." John replied stiffly, closing the car door.
As he walked into the school building he knew how obvious his pain was, but he hoped no one would notice. Sherlock saw John at his locker where he was getting a book out. John was limping again. Sherlock felt like his heart had broken to see the teen in so much pain. John looked towards Sherlock's classroom. He had to face him today after last night. It seemed the day went on forever. John was in science class when the bell rang he got up in hopes of rushing out.
"John Watson, you need to stay after class." Mr. Holmes called to him. After all the other students left Sherlock walked up to John’s desk, he looked at the teen.
"Please, don't ask." John begged not wanting to have to tell Sherlock what happen after he left.
"John, what did he do?" Sherlock asked.
"This should give you an idea." John pulled down the collar of his shirt revealing one of the many bite marks over his body; he didn’t want Sherlock to see the mark on his chest.
"Oh…" Sherlock was at a loss for words; his heart skipped a beat at the idea of what Jim did to John.
"Please, I have to get to class." John said quickly, getting up. Sherlock watched John walk out, the boy was clearly limping again. He knew that walk and it never felt good.
That night Sherlock got home late and found an envelope at the door addressed to him, he took it in and opened it. A few seconds later a horrified look found it's way to his face.
"Sherlock, you're pale." Mycroft stated.
"You're going to be too." Sherlock said showing him.
"Crap. You saved John, sure, but caused yourself a load of trouble." Mycroft said.
"He raped John last night. Biting him to the point of nearly taking skin off… He just treats him like he's nothing! The boy is a prisoner and I am the first person to care since his mother!" Sherlock yelled.
"You're willing to lose everything to save him." His brother stated flatly.
"Yes" Sherlock responded.
Mycroft left the room and Sherlock found a note on the back of one.
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