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Prompting Part XXXIV

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‘I’ll tell you right now, you are out of your goddamn mind if you think—‘

‘John,’ Sherlock snaps, warningly.

‘Sherlock!’ John snaps back, his temper good and roused. ‘I’m not going to cock-slap you across the face, and you’re just as loony as this sick bastard here if you think it’s all right to let one man cock-slap you just because another man with a Mind Palace full of—‘

‘So it’s better that assassins with a grudge come after your wife?’ Sherlock snarls. Why is John making such a big deal out of this, why won’t he let Sherlock do this for him, for the safety of his unborn child?

‘My sharp-shooter, ex-assassin wife? I think she’ll probably have a fighting chance, yeah, especially if we give her a bit of a heads up!’

‘Your heavily pregnant ex-assassin wife? I’ve told you before, it’s all transport to me, what do I care if you hit me in the face with your penis, it’s not like you’re doing it for a lark, or because I left biohazardous material in the refrigerator past expiry-date or destroyed your favorite mug accidentally-on-purpose again!’

‘Oh ho,’ Magnussen chuckles, ‘I had heard things, but confirmation is always satisfying. No wonder your little place at Baker Street is so disgusting.’

Sherlock grits his teeth, digs his fingernails into his own thighs as he attempts to regain control of himself. There is no need to make any more of a spectacle of themselves than they have done. Sherlock is usually better than this at ignoring John’s side of their would-be arguments and ensuring he gets his own way, regardless. If only John didn’t insist on being so pointlessly noble!

‘Just do it, John,’ he growls. Then, because one didn’t drag John Watson around to crime scenes and into (ostensibly) abandoned buildings and through scuzzy opium dens at all hours of the night for eighteen months without deducing a thing or two (Previous commander? “Previous” suggests that I currently have a commander.), Sherlock drops his voice a register and glares up at John intently.

‘Take your penis out of your pants and hit me across the face.’ Sherlock lifts his head, turning it just slightly to offer John an optimum target. ‘I want you to do it. For Mary,’ he adds, pointedly, his eyes fixed on John’s.

John’s pulse visibly throbs against the thin skin of his throat, his eyes wide, and a not insignificant bit bewildered. He swallows with obvious effort, Adam’s apple bobbing sharply.

‘And you’ve an excellent track record of wanting things that are any good for you, is that it?’ John needles him weakly, still attempting to stall, to prevaricate. (The fact that you know it’s going to happen isn’t going to stop it.)

Of course John didn’t know any better, of course he didn’t know, because Sherlock had done everything in his power since his rather unfortunately timed self-deduction in the midst of his Best Man speech to ensure John would never know. Still, John’s mouth unconsciously echoing the words Sherlock has been forced to ask himself, nearly every single day of these past few months, with John back at Baker Street, painstakingly making his decision to forgive Mary... It cuts more keenly than Sherlock would have anticipated.

‘My apologies. You are right, of course, John.’

Both their gazes flick to Magnussen with suspicion, and they watch the man shake his head, as if disappointed in himself.

‘It was a poor idea. So crass and uncreative, unbefitting of the esteem in which you two so obviously hold one another. But, I believe I have a more appropriate suggestion?’ Magnussen tastes his Chivas, his eyebrows lifted inquisitively.

Sherlock can nearly taste the swelling tide of John’s rage, the myriad insults and swear words that are dammed back with difficulty, but it seems John has finally learned no good comes of antagonizing Magnussen directly. Thank god.

‘What’s that?’ John is admirably self-collected, for all the disgust and hatred for Magnussen Sherlock can see seething beneath the surface. John has always had a wonderfully expressive face, and Sherlock finds himself unable to tear his eyes away.

‘If there is one thing for which Sherlock Holmes is most well-known, aside from his “deductive powers,” it is for running his mouth.’ Magnussen clucks his tongue. ‘Such unpleasant things he sometimes says, in his pursuit of knowledge, above all else!’ Smirking down into his glass, Magnussen shrugs philosophically. ‘Though, it is an...exceptional mouth, if one is interested in that kind of thing. I think I can see why so many of you little, stupid people let him run rough-shod over you.’

Sherlock’s breath dies in his chest as he wrestles with a sick certainty of what comes next.

‘What are you suggesting?’ John demands, voice utterly without inflection, and, oh, there is that bit of Captain Watson which Sherlock hasn’t heard since the night he outed Mary.

‘I am done suggesting, because I begin to tire of all this bickering. Instead, I am telling you, John, to stick your prick in Sherlock’s mouth. I am telling you that I own you because there are individuals a phone call away who would enjoy nothing more than a messy, messy end for your naughty Mrs. Watson. And I am telling you that if you do not fuck Sherlock’s mouth, I will do it for you.’

Sherlock closes his eyes, not wanting to see the revulsion on John’s face, nor the smug superiority on Magnussen’s. Wishes he could not be seen, himself. ‘No one to blame but yourself, thinking yourself so clever,’ he hears in Mycroft’s most patronizing tones. ‘But you’re really just an idiot after all, aren’t you?’

‘Sherlock,’ Magnussen drawls, the veneer of politeness still solidly in place, but there is steel beneath the words. ‘If you would lean forward and open your mouth, please?’

Just...transport, Sherlock reminds himself. Meaningless manipulation of the transport. John is certainly not doing it for enjoyment. They will forget what has happened here today, they will never speak of it, and it too will pass, water under the bridge, like all the other things they have ever refused to say to one another. He opens his mouth.

‘Sherlock—‘ John attempts, sounding furious and helpless all at once, but Sherlock doesn’t bother dragging the tired argument out any longer. Opens his mouth wider.

‘Any time now, John,’ Magnussen says.

‘Sherlock,’ John tries again, urgently, and Sherlock’s fingers tighten around his own knees as frustration threatens to undo his composure.

Calm. He must remain calm, for the sake of John’s overdeveloped conscience. Regardless of how idiotic John is being.

Think. John is a good man, a doctor (Do no harm), a soldier (In adversity, faithful) with strong moral principle. In John’s rather simplified mind, mutual sexual gratification is an act of physical affection. Therefore, it stands to reason that any form of sexual coercion is an unforgivable act of physical aggression and, as such, John needs assurance that this thing will not alter the fundamentals of their friendship. Tedious, but understandable. Sherlock can manage this.

And if concentrating on allaying John’s reluctance allows Sherlock to sublimate his own, well, that is his business alone.

‘John,’ he admonishes softly, in something as close to his normal, morally blithe tones as he is capable. ‘It is hardly going to be the worst thing I have ever put in my mouth.’

John huffs an aborted laugh, amusement and solemnity at war on his face (We can’t giggle, it’s a crime scene!), and the sound ignites a small germ of warmth in Sherlock’s chest, despite everything.

Strangely, Sherlock finds it is easier after all to hold John’s gaze with implicit trust as he leans forward once more, softens his mouth and lets it hang open, just a bit. Because Sherlock is nothing if not a masochist (and maybe a touch the sadist, too) when it comes to John Watson, and this is how he thinks he would have done it, had circumstances otherwise ever brought them to...something like this. Because sometimes, stumbling home after a case, adrenaline and the thrill of the chase, the thrill of winning burning through Sherlock’s veins like fire, the two of them equally high on the euphoria of it, it had seemed not only possible, but inevitable.

But that was Before, and Sherlock had smashed that all to pieces when he stepped off the roof of Bart’s. Instead, he has only hypotheticals and half-formed would-haves: would have relaxed his jaw just enough to provide an unmistakable invitation; would have let (made) John push himself through diffidently parted lips, cock forcing Sherlock’s mouth wider to accommodate.

This is reality, however, and the only reason John is even considering putting his (flaccid) penis in Sherlock’s mouth is because a power-hungry blackmailer is threatening the lives of John’s wife and child. And, god help him, Sherlock will take what he can get.

Not the OP, but liking this very much. Please don't leave us hanging here for too long!

Also not op but also loving this

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