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Moriarty pushes himself further up John’s back.

“Almost done,” he coos against the shell of John’s ear, “Now give us a kiss.”

John just wants it to be over with. So he doesn’t resist, he doesn’t give one last futile show of strength, he turns his head as far as he can toward Moriarty.

Moriarty leans forward, stubble brushing against his cheek, and then –

– and then John is brought back into himself as Sherlock rises up and snaps in front of his face. He can feel the air from the movement and hear Moriarty’s soft gasp as Sherlock and Moriarty’s breaths mingle, Sherlock straining forward and Moriarty pulling back.

“A bit late for shows of possessive aggression Sherlock,” Moriarty says as Sherlock collapses back against the bed, teeth still bared.

“You’re done. It’s over. Now stop,” Sherlock grits out.

John doesn’t protest the feeling of Moriarty pulling his limbs in, drawing their bodies even closer.

“It’s almost over. When it is I’ll toss you a knife and leave while you try to sort yourselves out. But Sherlock, if you’re going to be difficult, I’ll take that knife,” John thinks he can hear the twist of desire in Moriarty’s voice, “and I’ll penetrate your friend again.”

Sherlock snarls, opens his mouth, then clicks his teeth together as he shuts it.

“Smart boy,” Moriarty says, and leans forward again.

If Sherlock isn’t going to resist, then he isn’t going to resist. It’s so close to over, he just has to keep from resisting.

Moriarty’s lips meet his, and the angle is off, because he really can’t twist his head too far, but apparently it’s good enough because after several seconds Moriarty pulls back with what sounds like a contented little moan.

John looks back down to see Sherlock glaring up, over his shoulder and undoubtedly at Moriarty. He wonders if Sherlock watched the kiss. For whatever reason, he sort of hopes Sherlock had closed his eyes.

Moriarty chuckles again, says, “and one more for luck,” and pulls his body farther over John’s, pressing him down and leaning forward to press Sherlock’s unresponsive lips to his own.

John can feel the muscles along Sherlock’s body fully tensed. Sherlock doesn’t move until Moriarty pulls back and rolls off of them.

They squirm their way into a more comfortable position as Moriarty slides the condom off. John’s able to catch Moriarty slipping it in the glove as Moriarty picks it off the bed and turns it inside out before pocketing it.

The criminal looks remarkably unruffled as he tucks himself away.

“The knife,” Sherlock demands as Moriarty straightens his jacket.

“Oh, Sherlock,” Moriarty laughs as he looks up at him, “Did you really think I was going to give you a knife, after that, while I was in the room? Don’t be an idiot,” he draws the word out.

John can feel Sherlock’s leg spasm before he responds, “You’re not going to leave us here.”

“No. I’d like to see if you could get away given enough time, but no.” John dreads whatever Moriarty’s grin indicates. “I’m going to call your policemen friends and let them find you like this.”

“Won’t that be funny?” Moriarty asks as Sherlock pulls at the ropes in some sort of tantrum. Sherlock’s movements pull on John, straining him and spreading him open until he lifts their bound wrists up and slams them back into the bed just to make Sherlock think about what he’s doing.

“Before I kill you,” Sherlock says as he stills, “I am going to make you regret this.”

Moriarty sighs into a smile, staring at them with dark eyes. “Oh, God, I hope so.”

He turns and walks back behind John, who can only hear him leave.

At the closing of the door John lets himself collapse.

His arse isn’t the only thing that’s on fire, and his pride isn’t the only thing that’s been irrevocably damaged.

He can hear Sherlock’s frantic repetition of his name, but beyond a muffled “It’s fine,” he can’t be bothered to reply.

Sherlock was right about one thing, at least. John’s no longer being poked by engorged flesh, so that’s nice. He can’t be bothered to move off the limp flesh, but he has no shame anymore, and if Sherlock does then that’s just too bad.

There is actually, despite everything, or possibly because of it, a calming effect from Sherlock’s worry.

John lets Sherlock’s concern wash over him. He doesn’t pay attention to the words – probably more pleas for forgiveness that he really can’t care about right now – but the tone soothes him. The familiarity of the voice soothes him.

They smell like panic, and sex, and faintly, terribly, like Moriarty, but he buries his nose against Sherlock’s neck and even if he perhaps shouldn’t be able to stand the man right now, the smell of him calms him.

He’s not fine. It’s not fine. But he got through it. He’s going to get through what’s to come. They’re going to get through it. Because there is going to be a they. Because he can’t deal with any other option. He can’t let Moriarty take that from him too. He can’t let Sherlock take it from him, or take it from himself.

They are going to deal with this, together, because that is what people in their position do. They are going to live with it, and they are going to continue as they were, even if only on the surface. They are going to be fine; John will not accept any other outcome. And they are, John would be willing to swear on anything, going to get Moriarty.

Oh my God, that was sick and disturbing and so well done, with such a great take on John's perspective--how he feels slightly betrayed when Sherlock inadvertently gets a bit hard and how he feels better when Sherlock has real tears in his eyes. John's amazingly tough. Really believable characterizations all around. I really hope they are able to get through this intact, even though it will be hard.

Thank you very, very much. ♥ I like to believe they’d be able to work it out too; I think they’d have the perseverance.

That. Was amazing. Intense. Gripping. I love how spectacularly unsexy it was. No pretty dub-con BDSM fantasies here.

I would love to see the inside of Sherlock's head here (the bite, yessss). I would love to see what happens after. These aren't requests for sequels. This story is complete and perfect in itself. It doesn't need a sequel.

I hope that you'll collect this and post it somewhere, because damn.

Thank you! I do hope to have it up somewhere else eventually, so I’m glad to hear that that would be wanted, though for the moment I’m enjoying the cover of anonymity.

I love how raw, horrifying, and utterly unflinching this is while still managing to be heartbreaking.

Thank you! ♥

Oh my. I really loved your ending.

I really liked the line "because there is going to be a they"

Thank you very much! I'm really pleased to hear that you liked it.

Wow, that was awesome. Very good.

Thank you!

Oh my GOD, that is one of the hardest, scariest, most awful of such scenes I've read. Ugh, I felt so awful for BOTH of them. Very well done.

Thank you very much!

holy /fuck/, this was, this was fucking brutal and amazing and i am in awful awe. fucking shit.

Thank you!

HOLY CRAP that was intense and incredible and even more than I had hoped for when I read the prompt.

I was hoping you'd have Sherlock become inadvertently aroused by a naked John rubbing against him when I realized the position they'd be in, that was perfectly handled. (And there we have a new #1 for most disturbing sentence I've ever written)

Also I really like how you ended on just the right note--a horrible thing happened, everything is definitely not OK, but John is determined to not to let it end his friendship with Sherlock. I hope this conveys how excellent the whole thing is. All the accolades!

Thank you. I'm really pleased to hear that Sherlock's response was well-received. I was a bit leery about adding it, but I couldn't resist the opportunity to add that extra heap of trauma. I'm also really glad to hear that the ending had the effect I'd hoped for, so thank you again, very much!

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