Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

[ihadabadday]

Sex sold. It could be seen in marketing for businesses across all sorts of industries.

And for John Watson, his business was booming.

He worked out of a club in London that catered to certain... Tastes. Men and women who looked to dominate someone sexually. Some would look down on a man having that job, scoffing. Sex work was legal though. But those who were interested in BDSM, found sex workers to be lacking.

John was sitting at a bar at the club he usually worked out of, nursing a soda. He rarely drank when he was working, preferring to stay sober.

He looked around the room, seeing if there was anyone who caught his interest tonight.

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[ihadabadday]

John smiled at that and nodded. "Yes. I think that would be good."

He stood up and held out his hands to Sherlock after setting down his tea

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Sherlock took one last sip of tea, gave John's hand a squeeze, then headed back towards the bedroom. "You might want to put on some proper clothes." He teased.

It didn't take long for him to put on some pants, his tight black trousers, and the purple shirt that was tight enough that it strained against his thin chest. A nice pair of loafers completed the ensemble.

He walked back into the living room and put on his scarf and Belstaff, despite the surprisingly warm London weather.

[ihadabadday]

He just settled for rolling his eyes. John went to gather his clothes from the previous day. They were strewn about the flat. He donned them and went to scrounge for a toothbrush.

Once he finished cleaning up, he joined Sherlock in the sitting room.

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He nodded his head and smiled, the headed down the stairs. It was a short walk from Baker Street to The Regeant's park. Seeing as it was a weekday, it wasn't terribly busy, some moms were walking babies in prams, others were sitting, sipping coffee on the many benches, or laying on the grass and looking up at the sky. It was relaxing to get out of the flat, and his mood immediately lightened.

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John reached and took Sherlock's hand as they walked. It was peaceful. They didn't need to talk. Just enjoy each other's presence and take in what the other had told.

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Sherlock was never really one for public displays of affection. It wasn't that he was scared of retribultion, or gave a shit about what others thought. He wasn't afraid, and he didn't care. It was just not in his nature to be demonstrative in public, unless that public was in an BDSM club. There he didn't mind showing off his prowess. He could be quite a nice both voyeur and a exhibitionist, whichever the scene called for.

He tensed slightly at the first touch, then relaxed into it, slipping his fingers between John's and giving him a little squeeze. It wasn't much, but it was enough contact to show their togetherness.

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John tugged Sherlock's hand as his attention was caught by something. It was a man. Staring at them. He wasn't sure who he was. But he looked familiar in a sense.

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Sherlock sighed, pulling his hand away from John's and immediately turned away from the person.

"We're going home, John." He said, in a no nonsense tone. close to him dom tone but not quite. It left no room for discussion or argument.

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John looked at the person and then to Sherlock. "Why?"

He swallowed and then glanced back at the person before going to follow Sherlock.

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Sherlock started to walk away before he heard a rather loud clearing of the throat close behind him, the man had closed the distance.

He wheeled around at the man, furious. "Mycroft, my personal life is none of your business. Whatever you want to say, I don't want to hear it. Leave me alone."

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"Is this another twenty four hour fling?" Mycroft asked rather bored sounding.

John looked at Sherlock and then the man. And his hackles rose. He had seen this man before. On bases.

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"Considering that I have known the man for several weeks now, I would say no." He shot back, his tone more than a little annoyed. Of course Mycroft didn't need to know that he had only really known John 3 days, and that extra time was between when they met at the con, and when they met again at the park they were in right now.

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Mycroft eyed them, especially John. He swore he knew the man from somewhere. But he could not place where he knew him from.

John tugged Sherlock's hand. They needed to go.

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With one last look back at his brother, Sherlock led John away, making a beeline for the flat. Normally he would have tried some surreptitious route to throw Mycroft off, but this time he didn't even bother. He walked at a fast pace until they were both back in the confines of 221B.

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John leaned against the door and stared at Sherlock. He swallowed. "I've met him before. When I was stationed in Afghanistan."

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Sherlock gave him a confused look. There was no way his brother, who abhorred 'legwork' would have huffed it out all the way to the deserts of Afghanistan.

"You must be mistaken." He didn't mean for it to sound so harsh, but there is no way that could be true.

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"I recognize the haughty air. And the door expression on his face." John shrugged, "There was someone at the base that interested him. Or so the rumour was."

John pushed away from the door. "I should go get some things from my flat."

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Sherlock made a huffing noise, to try to cover his laugh. Yeah, that sounds like Mycroft, he thought to himself. But what the hell would he have wanted in Afghanistan? This was well before they had met, so he wasn't checking up on John...

He stepped away from John to give him room. "Mycroft." He blurted out, before he could stop himself. "I have no idea what he could have wanted in your camp in Afghanistan." He knew what Mycroft had wanted now. He wanted to check out this new person that he was... involved with.

[ihadabadday]

John walked over to Sherlock and kissed his cheek. "I'll be back soon." He promised.

He left the flat and headed to his flat to get some clothes. And other things.

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The moment John was gone, he texted his brother.

What the hell was that about in the park, trying to scare John off, and why did he recognize you from Afghanistan?

[ihadabadday]

I was merely curious. He was quite the soldier. And that's state secrets.

John walked down the street until he got to the entrance for the Tube. He hummed softly as he paid. Mycroft Holmes. Why hadn't he made the connection sooner? The man had seen him shortly after he had been shot and Sebastian Moran had been apprehended.

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Sherlock frowned. State secrets. Sure.

Seems like an awful strange coincidence, doesn't it? Though the world is rarely that lazy. Your words, brother mine.


There was something more going on here, Sherlock was sure of it, But what? It wasn't like him to not be able to put the pieces together. Of course, if anyone could keep him on his toes and guessing, it was Mycroft.

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I happened to be in the area to bring home a wanted criminal.

John got off the Tube and bounded up the steps to the street level. He was happy. Sherlock was making him happy. It was an odd feeling.

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Just happened to be.

And now, one of the soldiers from this mission to apprehend a wanted criminal, which I am sure was successful, was seen int the company of none other than your little brother. And what does the British Government have to say about that?

[ihadabadday]

There was no answer from Mycroft.

John packed a duffel and then left the flat. He would get the rest of his things. For now he had clothes and his laptop. He started back to the Tube station.