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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John was up and following Sherlock in a moment. He wanted it. He did. He bit his lip as they left the shop together.

"What sort of toys?" He asked.

He didn't want to seem too eager. But he wanted it.

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Sherlock smiled. Oh, he had him now. He stopped by the street and hailed a cab, waiting for John to get in before he climbed in after him.

"All sorts of toys.." He leaned in and whispered in John's ear.

"221 Baker Street." He told the cabbie.

While they were sitting in the cab, Sherlock laid his hand on John's thigh. "Anything you can think of. All sorts of things that can make me feel good.." He leaned and and licked at the shell of John's ear. "And maybe.. you. if you are really good.."

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John slid into the cab and straightened. He looked to Sherlock as the man slid in next to him he smiled.

Those words against his ear... He shivered and gave a small moan, so very quiet.

He was already starting to get hard. The feeling of those lips against his ear, that hand on his thigh. He bit his lip, eyes closing.

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Sherlock's hand ghosted across his crotch. "You're lucky this is an incredibly short ride, John. Or else I might have to take some... drastic measures." Sherlock ran a finger down the length of John's cock through his pants, it was quite easy to see he outline of the thick slab of meat through those trousers.

It was only a couple of minutes more before the cabbie parked in front of Baker Street. Sherlock threw a few bill up front, well more than the ride was worth, knowing the cabbie would keep quiet about what he saw.

He got out and waited for John to follow. The cool air outside calmed his boiling blood, he didn't want to meet his landlady with a rain hard on.

If John had one, well, that was his problem.

"Come on, John." He said, opening hte door to the series of flats.

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John was grateful that the cab ride was short. He wasn't sure if he would be able to endure one that was longer. He let out a breath and adjusted himself, trying to hide his raging hard on.

He followed Sherlock into the building, hoping they didn't run into anyone that the man knew. He had never come back to the home of anyone he had slept with...

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Thankfully, the landlady was either not home, or didn't hear them. Sherlock started up the stairs, looking over his shoulder every few steps to make sure that John was still following him.

Oh, how he just wanted to throw John up against every single wall in 221B and make him leave a protein stain on each one as he fucked him hard.

He growled, a predatory sound. He couldn't help it, it was a part of him. when he got aroused, his dom came out, and it was impossible to squelch those desires and tendencies..

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John grunted as he was pushed against the now closed door. He parted his lips as he stared at the man above him. "Oh god... You look gorgeous." He whispered.

He reached up and pulled Sherlock in to kiss him. He nipped at those plush lips.

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"I'm going to take you apart." Sherlock promised in a low rumbling growl.

He didn't even go in for light kissed, he immediately was biting and pulling at his lip, leaving a trail of red marks- bites almost hard enough to break the skin in a line from John's chin to his collarbone.

"Clothes off. NOW." He demanded of John, pulling at his trousers hard enough to actually break the button on the fly. But at least that made them easier to pull down, pants and all.

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"Make me..." John snarled with a wicked grin.

He grabbed Sherlock and turned him to start unbuttoning the man's shirt. He knew that action would get him into trouble. But he didn't care.

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"Oh, I will." Sherlock pulled away his upper body from John, so he couldn't undo any more buttons. His lower half was still pinning John against the wall.

John may have been a solider, but Sherlock was also well versed in take down techniques.

He swept his leg under Johns, taking his legs out from under him. He was over him in a flash, using his body and his superior weight and height to pin John down.

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He grunted as he hit the floor. He was stunned for a moment, but when he gathered himself again, Sherlock was pinning him.

The blonde squirmed and bucked against the man, trying to get him off.

This fight, this interaction... It only served to make him harder, want more.

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Sherlock kneeled down, holding John's leg together, which only only prevented him from getting up, but also squeeze that nice, hard cock of his in his pants.

He gave John a slap against one cheek, and as his head turned a slap against the other. "I think you need a reminder of who exactly is in charge here..." He growled, low and threatening. You seem to have forgotten already.

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His breath caught and he swallowed. Those little slaps... He whimpered. His head was spinning.

"I do, do I?" He asked when he had gathered his thoughts again.

John knew he was toeing the line. But that was what made this so fascinating. Seeing the dom coming out in Sherlock. He would have to pull the submissive out. But it would come out.

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"YES." He was in John's face now. "You do." Sherlock took a hold of John's hair and tugged it back, leaning his head back an awkward angle that would get painful if he sat that way for more than a few minutes.

"You love to get dominated. I saw how hard I made you when I made you fucking licking between my toes, and service my arsehole, and then I fucked your throat so deep, coming so far down that warm, wet throat of yours. I see how being dominated right now is making you so hard you could probably come without being touched, couldn't you, you little fucking slut.."

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John just sobbed as his head was jerked back. Oh god. He let out a breath and closed his eyes. Fuck fuck fuck. He sobbed and squirmed. "Sir..." He breathed.

Sherlock was right. He enjoyed being dominated, becoming nothing more than a little slut. A personal slave for the man above him.

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Finally, the man was breaking.. But he had to make sure that this wasn't just a ruse to get the upper hand when he moved.

He tugged on John's hair again. "I bested you once." he growled in John's ear. You better not disappoint me when I stand up." He gave John's hair one last tug, and then let go, slowly moving up and off of John.

"I want your clothes off, and assume the position. Do you understand, you little fuckslave? This will no go unpunished."

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He whined and then nodded. John lay still under Sherlock until the man moved and stood up. He heard those words, that order and nodded.

Once he was able, he shifted and removed his clothes. He folded them at set them to the side, putting his watch on top. John then shifted onto his knees, hands on his thighs, eyes downcast at the floor.

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He doubted that John was really broken. He was a stallion, stubborn and wild. And just when you thought you had a handle on him, he bucks up again.

So Sherlock was going to have to keep up his guard, at least until he had John fully broken.

"So.." He walked around John, giving him little kicks and prods with his still shoed foot. "Why was my little fucktoy such a bad boy today? Do you have any excuse for your behavior?"

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John gasped and whined as he felt those nudges and kicks against his body. He didn't raise his gaze to look at Sherlock. It hadn't been granted. He let out a breath.

"No sir. I do not. I simply rebelled against you."

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The kicks came a bit harder, not enough to bruise, but enough that John got the point. He continued to circle around John, like a shark circling his prey.

"And why... pray tell, did you.. 'simply rebel' against me? I can't wait to hear your answer. The truth of your answer will weigh heavily on the punishment that you are given. "

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"I wanted to test you sir..." He answered honestly, "Push you to see what you would do."

John swallowed and let out a breath. His cock was hard and dripping.

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Oh, Sherlock had noticed that state of his cock, but he wasn't about to let John get away with this so easily. He came around and used his shoe to nudge at that hard, dripping cock, not hard, but again enough to let John know what he was doing.

"And why would you.. a drippy little cockslut that isn't even worthy of looking up at me, much less touching me, want to push me to see what I would do? Did you think I would roll over and just let you take what you want, you filthy whore?"

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"No sir. I did not think that. I... I wanted to see how you punish me. Since we ended early last time."

John didn't knnow what would happen now. He was flushed all over and struggling not to touch himself.

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"You... want to get punished." Sherlock somewhat more gently, though still with his foot, tapped at John's cock.

Then he smiled, an actual smile, and chuckled lightly. "Well, that leaves me with a bit of a conundrum then." He said, his face going serious again. If I punish you, then you will get what you want, but if I don't punish you, then you won't get the point that what you did was unacceptable, and that I am quite disappointed in you."

He started walking around John again. "So.. what to do about this interesting problem then, I wonder.." He stroke his chin as he circled around the kneeling man.

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"I'm being a selfish slut sir. Please forgive me." John whispered. He swallowed, struggling not to look at Sherlock. He wanted to look up, beg and plead.

He swallowed again and dug his nails into his thighs. He was breathing heavily, his cock straining and leaking.