Burning red hatred flamed in Sherlock's eyes. This man had had John, taken him.. what should have been his all along. When John shifted, and his robe fell open, he could see that soft, pink cock laying against his thigh, the cock that he had licked, stroked, had taken into his body.
He didn't even give a second thought to the picture of the cock, longer and thicker than John's with a strange leftwards bent to it. This man would pay.
Sherlock had a favor to cash in.
To do human business, he had a mobile phone, one he didn't use more than he had to. But this was important.
He texted Charon, his ferryman for the dead.
I need you to kill a mortal. I don't care how, or what you do with him, make it look like a suicide.
Charon was about as hedonistic as him, and he knew that if he told the man he didn't care how he died, it would most likely involve non consensual sex, a lot of blood, and pain before the man died.
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When John shifted, and his robe fell open, he could see that soft, pink cock laying against his thigh, the cock that he had licked, stroked, had taken into his body.
He didn't even give a second thought to the picture of the cock, longer and thicker than John's with a strange leftwards bent to it. This man would pay.
Sherlock had a favor to cash in.
To do human business, he had a mobile phone, one he didn't use more than he had to. But this was important.
He texted Charon, his ferryman for the dead.
I need you to kill a mortal. I don't care how, or what you do with him, make it look like a suicide.
Charon was about as hedonistic as him, and he knew that if he told the man he didn't care how he died, it would most likely involve non consensual sex, a lot of blood, and pain before the man died.
Text me when its done.
He put up his phone, smiling at a job well done.