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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"Open them." He commanded. "This is your punishment. You WILL open your eyes, and you will not look up at me, do you understand??" It was as much of a statement as it was a question.

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John opened his eyes and kept them downcast at the floor. He was gasping and struggling. It was hard not to give in and look up. But he wanted to please Sherlock. He wanted to show that he could do this.

He whined and dug his nails into his thighs. He swore he was going to draw blood.

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Sherlock had slowed a bit to make sure that John was obeying him.. when he saw the man's eyes open again, he went at himself full force, tugging and jerking and hitting the places that he knew would send him spiraling over.

"Ahhh... nnng... Johhnnnnnn!!!" He groaned out the man's name as his cock spasmed. He was close enough to John, just centimeters away... that when the first spurts of his come erupted, they coated the man's face, his cheek and nose and over his mouth..

Sherlock stroked himself through his orgasm, covering John with his stickiness..

"Mmmmm..." He stroked a few times at the end, just to finish himself off, and then backs away.

"You best not clean that off." He warned.

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"Yes'sir..." John breathed. He let out a breath and swallowed.

Feeling that come hit his face... It increased his pleasure. He wanted... He wanted. Fuck. He was breathing heavily, trying to keep himself together.

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"Now. I want you to stay there. I'm going to leave the room for a bit. and when I come back, if I see that you've moved more than a tiny bit, there will be hell to pay. Got it, slut?"

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"Yes sir." John breathed. He knew Sherlock was not kidding. He let out a breath and remained where he was, staring at the floor. The come drying on his face was itchy now.

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Sherlock knew that he he had at least 30 minutes before he could even try to get hard again. He grabbed a robe and tied it around him and went into the kitchen. He made himself a cup of tea and a small sandwich. He wasn't really hungry, but today had been a bit of a workout, and he hoped that it would continue.

He munched on his sandwich, sipped at his tea, and went through his emails, chucking out any cases that were less than a 5. He had a folder for the promising ones, ones that were at least 7s, but sadly he only moved one email over to that folder tonight. It had been slim pickings for the last week or so, which was part of the reason that he was so pent up.

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John took deep breaths when Sherlock left the room. He focused on a spot on the floor, still taking those deep breaths. He kept his gaze steady. He felt himself relax and calm. A meditative state. Allowing him to stay as Sherlock had commanded.

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Sherlock allowed himself almost 45 minutes before he cleaned up the plate and cup, closed his laptop screen, and walked back into the room, only to find that John was just where he had been before.

He patted John on the head like a dog, like he had at the club. "Good boy." he praised him.

"Now.. I wonder.. should I continue your punishment, or you you think that you have learned your lesson.. hm? " he purred.

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"It is your choice sir." he breathed. John swallowed. He didn't want to assume. He wanted to make Sherlock happy. He didn't want to leave here.

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"So, you aren't even going to try to convince me that you deserve a second chance? You are going to just roll over and play dead, hmm?" Sherlock paced back and forth in front of John, iddly stroking himself so he would start to harden up for whatever was to come .

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John bit his lip and squirmed a bit. "I'm sorry sir." He started in a rush, "Please forgive me. Please allow me a second chance. I swear it will never happen again. I won't fight you."

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Sherlock stops stroking himself long enough to cross his arms for a moment and looks down at John. "You've already defied me twice, once in the club, and once in my own sanctuary. Why should I think that you won't do it again?" He asked, then he went back to stroking himself.

"I want to hear you convince me.. Go on, off you pop."

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John bit his lip as he stared at the ground.

"I won't defy you." He started, choosing his words carefully. "You will be my master. I... I promise not to disobey you when we enter into a scene."

He didn't know what else to say. He would never submit full time.

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Sherlock's eyebrows raised. "So.. you want me to be your master now? But you didn't before. So, what changed?" His tone was different. He wasn't angry or dominant, he was honestly curious. He needed to make sure that this was not a fly by night thing. He didn't enter into being a master lightly. He remembered his last slave...

"Victor.." He whispered the word so softly, then shook his head.

"If.. that is the case, then there will be a lot that we have to discuss. but that is for another time. If you do want to be my slave, then I will accept you."

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John swallowed and bit his lip. What had changed? The weeks spent thinking about the man, the unsatisfied wanks, the dreams... There was something about Sherlock. Something that drew him in.

"A lot sir. But my stipulation from our last encounter stands. I will only submit sexually or when in a scene. Never in the day to day." he answered stubbornly.

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Sherlock smiled. "As you saw in the coffee shop, I am not this dominant in my normal day to day." He shrugged. "Well, perhaps, sometimes with idiotic clients. But never with you. I promise. " He gently ran the back of his hand against John's cheek. Damn. He was feeling a lot more sentimental and less dominant right now. He had flagged more than a little, not that he really minded too much.

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John swallowed at the touch, leaning into it slightly. It was a delicate touch, one he had not felt in a very long time, from anyone. He let out a breath and looked up at Sherlock. He couldn't help it. He had been drawn to the man from the moment they met.

He was stunning. His beauty unique.

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His hand moved away from John's jaw, and he took the man's hand. "Stand." he said, but it wasn't a command, it was a gentle request. He helped John stand he had been kneeling for a very long time, and then put his hand under John's chin, bringing his head up so their eyes met. "John." He said, almost a whisper. "Let's go to bed."

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John stood, his legs a little shaky, but he was grateful for Sherlock's help. He licked his lips, unsure what to do. But... He leaned up to kiss Sherlock. Quickly and then he was pulling away.

"Yes, lets."

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Sherlock leaned into the kiss, giving John what he wanted for a moment before pulling away. He helped John onto the bed, then undid his robe and climbed under the covers. gently he reached down and pulled off the cock ring and put it on the bedside table.

"John, it's your choice. We can lay here and talk about the ground rules for our... relationship." It was hard word to say, they really didn't know each other at all, not yet at least.

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John settled into the rather comfortable bed, making a happy noise. He then shifted onto his side to look at Sherlock. He smiled and then reached out, gently stroking his cheek.

"Do you want a relationship? Or do you want to be friends with benefits?"

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For a moment, Sherlock was silent. It had been many years since he had had an actual relationship.. and.. Victor.

Oh, Victor.

But he couldn't live in the past forever.

Slowly, he closed his eyes and nodded his head.

"Yes. Yes, I think that I do, want a relationship. "

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"Who is Victor?" He asked. John had heard Sherlock whisper the name earlier. But the man, whoever he was, seemed important to Sherlock.

Of course he would have to tell him about Sholto.

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Sherlock closed his eyes and shook his head. "Another time, perhaps." He said, with a bit of finality in his voice. "Not now. I.. can't."

He turned his head to the side, away from John.

Sherlock ran his hands through his hair, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. He couldn't fall into one of his dark moods. Not when things might actually be starting to look up.

Not now.