Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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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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"Latte please." He told the barista with a polite smile.

They settled at a table in the corner and John held his coffee between his hands.

He had never done this. He swallowed and then took a sip of his coffee.

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Sherlock looked down, watching the foam in his coffee slowly dissipate.

"I'm... glad I ran into you." He said, his voice soft. It was hard for him to not be rude to everyone, but he can be if he tries.

He intended to try with John.

"You quit the club." He said, in an even tone, not really sure how to start a conversation.

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"I did." He said after a moment, "I felt like it was time for me to go."

John had liked that club and the manager was sad to see him go. But he had honestly not wanted to be there if Sherlock was.

And yet here they were.

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"I cost you your job." He said, still not looking at John. What was it about this man that set Sherlock off, made him into a bumbling mess?

"I.. hope you got the money I left that night." Fuck, just talk to the man, he chided himself. It wasn't like there wasn't some mutual attraction. Sherlock was sure of that.

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"I did. That was very generous of you." John said. He stared down at his coffee, trying to figure out what to say next. But he didn't know. He didn't know what to do with this man.

He looked up and then offered the man his hand. "Hi, I'm John Watson."

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Sherlock shrugged, looking up at John.. god, those dark blue eyes of his.. he could stare at them all day.

He shrugged.' It was nothing. You.. did a good job. You really did. " He sighed. damnit this was ridiculous. Just talk to him.

"Sherlock Holmes." He took John's hand and shook it, a small smile on his face "It is nice to meet you, finally."

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"It's a pleasure to meet you Sherlock." He answered with a smile.

John withdrew his hand and cupped the coffee again. He was quiet for a moment as he thought.

"Tell me about yourself Sherlock. What do you like? Job, married?"

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Sherlock frowned. "I fuck anonymous men in strip clubs. I don't think that's very conducive to being married.

He looked down and took a sip of his coffee.

"I assume that you have never heard of me then. I am a consulting detective. When the police are out of their element, which is always, they I help them solve cases. I also take personal cases, like the one I was working on when I ran into you.. literally. "

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John hummed in response. "I'm not so anonymous anymore am I?" He asked with a wicked grin. His tongue darted out and licked his lips.

"Sounds like a fascinating line of work." He said with a slow shrug.

John was confident in who he was and what he was comfortable with.

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"Not any more." He said with a small grin. "But you aren't working at the club any more, so either way I guess there will be no fucking." He shrugged with a smirk.

"It can have it's moments." He replied. "But I like my job. I make my own hours and see which clients I like."

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"Oh damn. And here I was with a free afternoon and not having been laid in weeks." John grinned at him.

"If I wanted, I could return to a hospital to work. But I rather like making my own schedule."

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Sherlock almost spit out the sip of coffee that he had just drank. But he caught himself and tried to make it look like he was just coughing.

"Hmm. That is a shame, because I have a perfectly good flat with a lot of toys that are just itching to be used, just waiting for a man with a free afternoon to use them." He actually hadn't been laid since John, so he was aching for some fun.

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John laughed. He couldn't help it. Seeing the posh man loose control for a moment.

"Well. If you find someone to spend it with, tell them."

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"Whose to say that I haven't, Mister Doctor?" He leaned in, thinning his eyes slightly and leaning in towards John. He licked his lips.

"Of course, it would be such a shame if all those toys went to waste, wouldn't it?" He finished the last of his drink, got up, and put down a few pounds on the table for a tip.

"Such a shame." He gave John a smile and wink and started walking towards the door.

He had to wonder, was John still as interested as he was?

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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.