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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Sherlock stopped for a moment, surprised at the brazenness of the statement.

"Without my input?" He asked, a slight frown on his face. He kept his hands still, but he didn't pull them away.

"I am... disappointed. I would have liked to have had some input in it's look and design." He said simply.

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"I... I sorta had your input. I noticed some saved ones on your laptop and went with one of those." He said. John felt terrible. He thought Sherlock would be happy. Guess no.

He detangled himself from the man and yanked his sleep trousers back up before leaving the bedroom. He... He felt ashamed and embarrassed.

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"Oh.." He only had time to say that before John jerked away and left the room.

Sherlock didn't care that he was nude. He threw off the sheets and followed John into to rest of the flat.

"John. Come back here." He said, in his commanding voice. He didn't want to do it, but they needed to finish this conversation.

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"No." He snapped, "I can't even do anything right for you. Why the hell do you even keep me around?"

"When are you going to get bored of me and cast me aside?"

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Sherlock cocked his head to the side, confusion written on his face. What in the hell was John on about?

Oh.

Oh.

Now he understood. He was going to KILL Mycroft.

Sherlock stalked up to John, grabbed him, and violently turned him around so that they were looking at each other. He held John's arms tight enough to bruise.

"If you really believe what my brother told you, then you are less intelligent that I initially surmised." He said angrily.

"He is trying to pull us apart, can't you see that?"

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He had not expected Sherlock to grab him and turn him so. It was violent and made his head spin. John stared at Sherlock and swallowed. He had not expected this reaction at all. He had thought something mild would happen. But not this. This was the exact opposite of what he expected from Sherlock.

"Now I can see." He answered.

He could see how Sherlock cared all over the man's face.

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Sherlock hadn't even realized how tense and stiff his body was, until John responded. His whole body went to mush. His muscles untensed and he quickly poured himself into the nearest kitchen chair before his legs totally gave out on him.

He ran a hand over his face, slowly. "I do wish you had let me help you make the final decision on the collar." He repeated. his voice not angry, but suddenly very tired and weary. "And I don't appreciate you looking on my laptop. We already privacy boundaries when he we first started seeing each other." He must have left the laptop open, because his was quite well passworded. That was a mistake he wouldn't make again.

But I am not mad at you, and I am not going to punish you." Right now, Sherlock was just not feeling very dominant at all. quite the opposite, really.

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"I should have asked. But I wanted to try and surprise you." John said weakly. He didn't move. He felt... Confused. He bit his lip and sighed.

"I'm going to go upstairs. I need to sort myself."

He then retreated to the upstairs room. He had things up here and technically it was his room, but he hardly ever used it, instead choosing to stay with Sherlock. He shut the door and sat on the bed, his back to the headboard, propping him up. He sighed and rubbed his face. Well fuck.

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Sherlock thought about following him, but then decided that if John really wanted time to himself, then he deserved it.

He went back to the bedroom and put some clothes on, then puttered around for a while on his computer. A text came in a short time later, Lestrade still needed his statement from the night before.

John hadn't taken his phone up with him, he knew it was still in their bedroom. Still, Sherlock sent John a text so he'd know where he went, then headed out, getting a taxi for Scotland Yard.

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John came out of the room when he knew Sherlock had left. He saw the package with the collar had been delivered and placed it on Sherlock's bed before grabbing his phone and retreating back upstairs. The collar itself was sleek, leather, a deep navy blue that looked nearly black. The hardware was a gleaming silver.

He sighed and dropped his head back. He understood the not wanting to snoop. And he really hadn't. Sherlock had left his laptop open. It was a grey area and he felt awful, yet not, for looking through Sherlock's things. He sighed softly and then rubbed his head. Fuck.

He stayed upstairs for the rest of the day, reading a book he kept up here.

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The day drug on endlessly. Lestrade had gotten his statement, then another case had come in while they he was still there. Normally he wouldn't have gone out on the case with them, it sounded like a 4, but when Lestrade had insisted, he reluctantly went along.

Which was a mistake.

It had rained a bit the night before, and the roads were slick. While Sherlock was chasing after a suspect, he stepped in a puddle that was deeper than it looked. The small pothole had filled with water, making it look like a small puddle. Since it was nighttime, it was even harder to see.

Sherlock fell, twisting his ankle and falling on his wrists, he knew at least his right one was sprained right away, maybe the left as well.

Thankfully, Lestrade and his team were right after the man He was eventually caught, and an ambulance was called for Sherlock.

Unfortunately, he had had his phone out while running to tell Lestrade where he was, so it had fallen in the water, and the screen was broken- not that he could use it anyway with his hands messed up as they were.

He was sent off to the hospital to get his wounds looked at.

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When John got up in the morning to find that Sherlock was not home. He... Panicked for a moment before taking a breath. He had said he was going to see Lestrade. So he sent the man a text.

Have you seen or spoken to Sherlock lately? He didn't come home last night.

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When Sherlock got to the hospital, he was obviously in intense pain, though he tried not to show it.. he was drugged up pretty badly so he would sleep through the night, and he did, sleeping well into the afternoon of the next day, he was groggy and in and out of consciousness due to the drugs.

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Who is this?

In all the time John and Sherlock had been together, Lestrade had only seen John a couple of times, they seemed to keep zigging and zagging the few times that Lestrade came to the flat in the last couple of months.

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John Watson. Sherlock's partner.

He went to get cleaned up and dressed, putting on some of his nicer clothes that he bought on his own thank you very much.

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Oh, sorry. He's at King's College in Brixton. He was injured last night. Nothing bad, twisted his ankle and roughed up his hands. He broke his phone, I guess that's why he didn't tell you.

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Oh. Thank you. I will leave in a moment and head that way.

John pulled on his shoes and grabbed his coat. He left the flat and hailed a cab, giving the name of the place he wanted to go to.

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As the day wore on, Sherlock got more and more frustrated and upset. He had no phone in his room and they wouldn't let him make a phone call yet.

His ankle wasn't broken, but he'd need to keep off of it for a couple of weeks. His wrists weren't hurt as bad, a bit twisted and scraped up, but not unusable,. thankfully.

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A nurse knocked at the door. "Mr. Holmes, there is a John Watson here to see you." She said, "Do you want to see him?"

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Sherlock's breath caught. He hated that John had to see him like this, but he missed seeing his lover. As a dom, he never wanted to show weakness, especially around his sub.

For John, he'd make an exception, of course.


"Yes, please." He responded.

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A moment later John was shown into the room. He bit his lip as he watched Sherlock. He crossed over to the bed and sat in the chair next to him. "I should have gone with you." He said after a moment.

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Sherlock sighed in relief when he saw John. Seeing him always made him feel better.

"No. I wouldn't want you to get injured as well. You couldn't have stopped by stupid mistake. I was too busy chasing after the suspect to see where I was going."

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John reached out and put his hand over Sherlock's and smiled at him. He squeezed it gently. "Sherlock... I'm sorry." He whispered to him. He hoped that Sherlock understood what was going on.

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"You have nothing to apologize for, John." He said, simply.

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John swallowed and then nodded. He ran his fingers over Sherlock's hand, watching their connected hands for a moment. He then brought it to his lips and kissed the back of it.

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Sherlock hissed lightly, grimacing in pain and pulling his hand away. "I apologize. My hands are a bit sore from yesterday." He frowned, hating that it was painful to even hold John's hand.

He sighed and closed his eyes. "I'm going to be pretty useless for a while." He admitted with a frown on his face.