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A Bit Worse	By : VulpineBeesKnees Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 2624 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: TW: non-con elements at play in this chapter and torture. Just making sure we are all aware of what is going on.
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Sherlock continued to voice his protests. He had not broken any rules, this was not his fault, but his pleas were to no avail. All was silent for a moment, He could only see John staring defiantly past the camera and Mary looming over him.
On of the MI5 agents Mycroft had undoubtedly sent managed to find the correct panel, beginning to edge out onto the platform. Sherlock growled deep in his throat as he lashed out at the man.
“Take all of your men and get down from here. If I am interfered with the consequences will be much worse. If you force me to get down thousands, if not more, will die. In the interest of security it would behove you to convince local authorities that there is no threat and make sure absolutely no one is allowed up here again.
The man attempted to argue, but Sherlock cut him off, “If my brother has an issue than he can climb up here and take care of it. Do you really want the blood that would result from me moving from this position on your hands?”
He didn’t have a response, but after a moment he slunk back inside the body of the tower, shouting commands at the rest of his team.
When Sherlock’s attention was entirely focused on the small screen once again Mary dropped to Johns level , whispering something in his ear causing his entire body to tense. Rocking on her heels she waited, she had asked him to do something and he was refusing to comply. He wasn't drugged. After it became evident he wasn't going to play along she stood shaking her head and walked out of site of the camera. Returning she opened her hand in front of him, blowing the familiar fine powder into his face. Careful to wipe her hand off on his clothing she returned to his side, one hand in his hair.
After a few minutes it became evident that the drug had taken effect, his face had relaxed slightly and his fists had fallen limp. His eyes still screamed out painfully.
"Shirt. Off." She commanded, her voice a lustful snarl.
Slowly John fingered open the buttons and leaned forward in the chair to comply, letting the deep red silk button up he'd chosen for the holiday party pool to the ground in front of him.
"Good boy," her voice drawled, John stared forward mindlessly, seemingly disconnected from the whole situation.
“Don’t you dare touch him you bitch!!!” Sherlock snarled. His lack of sleep over the past few days only made his anger and frustration at the entire situation much worse, “I swear to god if you touch him I’ll-”
“You’ll what?” She asked looking at the camera, and in turn Sherlock, “As long as I’ve got this little toy of yours here, you can’t touch me....” She grabbed the back of the chair, and with a strength surprising for her size, turned the chair with John in it at a three-quarter angle so that Sherlock could see everything she was about to do. Pulling her long dark hair back over her shoulders, she lifted a leg and straddled John’s thighs, her own legs splitting wide and obscenely.
“I saw the way you used to look at me in the hospital John.” She said just loud enough for both men to hear, “I saw the way your eyes would go directly to my breasts when I would enter the room...” She slid her hands up the sides of her chest teasingly. Leaning in closer, she slid her own hands up his bare chest, her lips grazing his ear, eyes on Sherlock’s seemingly as she spoke her next bit.
“I’m going to kiss you, and you’re going to kiss me back. You are going to passionately do to me everything we know you want to do to the detective watching us right now, and you are going to like it.” Closing the lobe of his ear in her teeth gently, she pulled back, nails scratching seductively down his chest as she captured his lips with her own, fingers now moving to spur John’s into action, moving them to rest high on her waist, thumbs just brushing the underside of her breasts.
His stomach twisted as his lips began to move desperately against her own, he knew it was all wrong but it was like his mind was being warped. An innate desire sparked within the pit of his stomach. He hated it. But that didn't stop him from cupping her breast greedily while nipping at her bottom lip. He could feel her smiling maliciously against his lips, and his mind drifted to the detective. Almost unconsciously mulling over everything he'd dreamed of doing to that beautiful, perfect, body.
One hand grazed down Mary's side to catch her hips as she rolled them against his own. Wrapping his arm around her lower back, dragging her shirt up to reveal soft alabaster skin, he pulled her in grinding their hips together.
Johns mind was elsewhere as he moaned into her mouth softly. Hands gripping the back of the chair Mary pulled her mouth from his. Still rolling her hips against the doctors she caught the camera with her eyes, speaking seductively to John, loud enough that she knew Sherlock could hear.
"You like this don't you John."
Sherlock knew that this was all because of the sodding drug they’d given John. He knew that despite all the feelings for each other there literally was nothing solid or definite between them. But those facts did nothing to staunch the small feeling of betrayal that blossomed in his gut. He should be kissing those lips, it should be him drawing those noises from the retired soldier. He was not mad at John, the betrayal he felt was from himself. He couldn’t protect John from this.
Leaning in to nip at his earlobe, Mary whispered a command, "Moan for him. Say his name, let him hear what he'll never have."
As she trailed down his neck, biting at the skin roughly, he heard himself gasp out shakily "Sherlock."
His heart clenched at that. Even through the lust he could hear the tortured tone in his voice. Slamming his fist against the glass he cursed under his breath, not wanting to watch, but unable to take his eyes away. A gust of wind blew, nearly knocking him off balance, but he held fast.
A low moan escaped John’s lips and both hands gripped at Mary’s hips as she bit down on his collarbone suddenly, sucking at the skin. And as she trailed across his chest, marking the other side of him just as roughly, he breathed out shakily. Words tumbled from his mouth, thick with misplaced lust.
"Oh god... Sherlock... Sorry."
Her head snapped up and she stopped moving against him at the last word.
"No." She hissed. One hand snaked up to lace her hands through the short blond hair. Gripping tightly she turned his head, forcing him to look at the phone still focused on him, but he kept his eyes closed.
"Look at him!" She snapped. Begrudgingly John opened his eyes, focusing on the small circle on the back of his phone that was feeding everything to Sherlock. "Don't you dare apologise John, he's the one that made this happen to you." Careful to make sure Sherlock saw she snuck one hand between her own legs, rubbing John through the dark jeans. Her voice dropped again, as she leaned in. Her lips grazing the shell of his ear as she spoke. "Tell him /pet./ Tell him this is all his fault."
John couldn't even manage to hesitate, his gaze never faltering thanks to the Devil’s Breath.
"This is your fault."
The detective grit his teeth, holding on tighter to the metal, wishing he could close his eyes to the pain. But he couldn’t. John was right. This was his fault. He had drug the doctor into this mess, and now they were both paying for it.
Forcing him to turn back to her, Mary smiled sweetly and leaned in. "Good boy." She muttered against his lips before kissing him deeply, grinding her hips against him once more. Her breath was getting shorter, and her own moans were getting louder. Arching her back, she moved John’s hands up so that he was holding her weight as she leaned back farther, balancing herself with her hands on his knees. Her hips were moving furiously against his.
“Moan for him John!” She cried out breathlessly, “Let him know exactly what he’s losing. Make him beg for us to release you...’” her voice became maniacal as she continued to grind against John in ways she knew would be pleasing to the doctor’s drugged body.
Sherlock had tore his eyes away for a moment, but now, hearing those words made him look back. With the new position he could see clearly the dark marks she’d left on John’s chest and he roared furiously.
Whatever twisted fantasy the doctors mind had attempted to create shattered painfully as he heard Sherlocks strangled scream through the phone. Opening his eyes, which had been clamped shut in utter denial, the sick feeling in his stomach returned. He didn't want to see her grinding against himself. Worse yet, he didn't want to enjoy it... But he was.
John could feel his pulse quickening as his fingers dug into her back as she arched back into his hands. He closed his eyes, it was all he could do to stop himself from greedily staring at her body rolling against his own. Broken words slipped out desperately as he moaned.
"Sherlock... God dammit... Please..."
His words sounded like strangled cries as he planted his feet on the ground to use it for leverage, pressing his hips up to meet hers at an angle that was utterly obscene. Having no control over his body or his reactions he felt like an animal, like a /pet/.
Hearing the doctor moan and seeing his actions was almost too much at this point. He felt broken, like the dams on his anger had released and nothing could stop him. Nothing was more important than getting John away from this madman and his daughter. Not innocent lives, not the lives of anyone he knew, not even his own.
“You filthy whore.... I will kill you for this... I swear it.” his voice was cold and sharp, something he’d never expressed before in his life, “I swear to you John... I’ll find you.”
Mary’s annoying laugh filtered through the speakers again as she looked off camera, “I think he’s had enough Daddy...” she said breathlessly. The camera was moved once more and Moriarty's face filled the screen again.
“Well I believe you have a long day ahead of you up there my boy. I suppose this will give you ample time to reflect on how to better protect your doctor in the future. I hope my little punishment has taught you to obey.” His laughter echoed in Sherlock’s ears along with the continued moans of Mary and John as the video cut.
“No!” Sherlock cried. Worse than watching what was happening was not knowing whether that vile woman was taking advantage of John’s drugged state or not. “NO!” He screamed slamming his fist against the heavy glass again. It throbbed in pain as he hung his head, resting it on the glass in front of him.
“They can not get away with this....” he told himself, “And you’d better be ready to do what’s necessary...”
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Moriarty had watched silently from the dark shadows at the edge of the small room, but once the phone was off he stepped into the circle of light, behind the chair.
"That's enough Mary." His voice was sharp and bitter once again, any mirth he'd had during the call gone.
She just smirked back up at him over John's head. The doctor was lost to their conversation as he held her back with one hand, the other grasping at her hip, pulling her down against himself hard. Soft strangled whimpers escaped, and even he couldn't tell if they were from the desire pooling in his groin with each motion or the heart wrenching pain his psyche was going through.
The man now leaning on the back of the chair, watched the whole scene with disdain. "I really thought you were better than Sherlock, but I suppose you have the same /disgusting/ weakness."
Stilling her body, and ignoring the cry it pulled from the man writhing beneath her, she glared at her father. "I was just having a bit of fun. It's not as if I'm /actually/ attached to him."
"Good." He said earnestly, as though it was a legitimate relief. "Come then." He strode from the room, holding the door open expectantly.
Mary hesitated, leaning forward to whisper a horrid promise in John's ear. "We'll continue this later my pet." And then her body was gone. His body shuddered in anguish and relief as the door closed, shutting him in darkness once again.
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