"They're taking their time, aren't they?" Magnussen comments as they follow him out on to the patio.
"You have nothing on Mary, outside of your Mind-palace?" Sherlock confirms. "Nothing you have to send out for?"
"Mycroft and his men are on their way here. They are going to discover you in the act of attempting to sell state secrets. What do you think will happen when I tell your brother that all reports of this could be suppressed? What do you think he'll do for me, when he knows that his little brother's future depends entirely on my benevolence?"
Magnussen turns to face Sherlock. "Did he tell you to stay away from me? You should have listened." He smiles. "He's been incredibly clever. I tried and I tried, but I could never get anything on him, nothing I could use."
Magnussen takes a step toward Sherlock. "He's always been just out of reach, but you, you pull him down."
"It's not about what's on the laptop, Mr. Holmes. The password's irrelevant. I don't want his secrets; I want him. And now I have him, because I have you, you naughty boy. You're a collar for the most powerful man in the country, and you've just handed me his lead."
Magnussen steps closer again, more than close enough to touch. "I'm used to getting whatever I want, having whomever I want. Being denied has been provocatively novel."
"You know what it's like to want when you can't have." Magnussen smiles again. "It makes the desire so much more..." he lifts a hand to run his thumb over Sherlock's cheek, "ardent."
Magnussen gazes at him for a moment, assessing his response. Sherlock clamps his jaw shut and maintains eye contact, regulating blinking at a neutral pace.
"When you said you were giving me your brother for Christmas, I didn't let myself hope you'd deliver. Thank you."
Sherlock effortfully refrains from responding.
"And now that I'm going to have him, oh, all the things I've been planning to do to him."
Magnussen leans in, close enough to Sherlock's ear to whisper, and continues at a conversational volume. "I'm going to come on his face and make him rub it in."
He leans back with a soft smile, glancing over at John, who has apparently forgotten how to breathe without choking on air.
"What?" John asks, collecting himself.
"I am going to bend Mycroft Holmes over. I am going to hold him down. I am going to fuck his thighs, and then I am going to make him finger himself for me." Magnussen leaves little room for misinterpretation.
"W-" John starts again, before Magnussen drowns him out.
"I'm going to press him against the wall and fuck him raw. I might even do it right here, so the staff can watch."
Magnussen's gaze crawls over Sherlock's face. It's been too long since he's swallowed, saliva is building up, but he holds himself steady; he doesn't want to appear to gulp in front of this man.
"I might record it and send it to you. You'd have to watch. I'm sure you can imagine so many ways for me to make it worse for him when you don't do what I tell you to."
"You can all watch it together." He smiles over at John. "It certainly won't be the worst thing Mary's ever been asked to do."
Perks of Ownership 1/2
"You have nothing on Mary, outside of your Mind-palace?" Sherlock confirms. "Nothing you have to send out for?"
"Mycroft and his men are on their way here. They are going to discover you in the act of attempting to sell state secrets. What do you think will happen when I tell your brother that all reports of this could be suppressed? What do you think he'll do for me, when he knows that his little brother's future depends entirely on my benevolence?"
Magnussen turns to face Sherlock. "Did he tell you to stay away from me? You should have listened." He smiles. "He's been incredibly clever. I tried and I tried, but I could never get anything on him, nothing I could use."
Magnussen takes a step toward Sherlock. "He's always been just out of reach, but you, you pull him down."
"It's not about what's on the laptop, Mr. Holmes. The password's irrelevant. I don't want his secrets; I want him. And now I have him, because I have you, you naughty boy. You're a collar for the most powerful man in the country, and you've just handed me his lead."
Magnussen steps closer again, more than close enough to touch. "I'm used to getting whatever I want, having whomever I want. Being denied has been provocatively novel."
"You know what it's like to want when you can't have." Magnussen smiles again. "It makes the desire so much more..." he lifts a hand to run his thumb over Sherlock's cheek, "ardent."
Magnussen gazes at him for a moment, assessing his response. Sherlock clamps his jaw shut and maintains eye contact, regulating blinking at a neutral pace.
"When you said you were giving me your brother for Christmas, I didn't let myself hope you'd deliver. Thank you."
Sherlock effortfully refrains from responding.
"And now that I'm going to have him, oh, all the things I've been planning to do to him."
Magnussen leans in, close enough to Sherlock's ear to whisper, and continues at a conversational volume. "I'm going to come on his face and make him rub it in."
He leans back with a soft smile, glancing over at John, who has apparently forgotten how to breathe without choking on air.
"What?" John asks, collecting himself.
"I am going to bend Mycroft Holmes over. I am going to hold him down. I am going to fuck his thighs, and then I am going to make him finger himself for me." Magnussen leaves little room for misinterpretation.
"W-" John starts again, before Magnussen drowns him out.
"I'm going to press him against the wall and fuck him raw. I might even do it right here, so the staff can watch."
Magnussen's gaze crawls over Sherlock's face. It's been too long since he's swallowed, saliva is building up, but he holds himself steady; he doesn't want to appear to gulp in front of this man.
"I might record it and send it to you. You'd have to watch. I'm sure you can imagine so many ways for me to make it worse for him when you don't do what I tell you to."
"You can all watch it together." He smiles over at John. "It certainly won't be the worst thing Mary's ever been asked to do."