A/N: Much love to all of my patient followers. I'm sorry to say that this is the end. I had other ideas, and maybe I'll write a little ficlet about them, but the story had to end. I just... felt so bad leaving it with no closure. So please enjoy, and thank you very much for following me.
Sherlock was trembling and already felt exhausted. He gave a soft little mewl as Jim began to lick him clean.
"Mmm… Master…" Sherlock mumbled, his eyes closed as he gave in to absolute satisfaction.
"My cute little kitten," Jim whispered, "I'm not done with you yet."
Sherlock opened his eyes, looking up at his still clothed lover. He felt his bonds being undone and then began to kiss Jim deeply.
"I love you," he whispered breathlessly, "I never want to lose you…"
"You won't," Jim whispered into his ear, "And I'll keep making little puzzles for you to solve my pet. That makes you happy, doesn't it?"
"Mmm… yes Master." Sherlock practically purred.
Sherlock heard his phone go off and looked over at his coat.
"Forget it," Jim said, "You're with me."
He lifted the larger man up and carried him over to a bed, laying him down sweetly.
"I want to fuck you so hard," he said with a smirk.
"Yes… mmm… please…" Sherlock submitted to him entirely. This was his Master and he would do anything for him; anything to please him. When the consulting detective returned to Baker Street, John was waiting for him.
"So…" John said, "When am I going to meet your boyfriend?"
Sherlock stiffened slightly.
"Hmm?" he mumbled as he went about his business seemingly un-phased.
"Your boyfriend," John repeated, "I'm not stupid Sherlock. You obviously got one. Your mood did a complete turn around and your issues with your libido are suddenly 'taken care of'?"
"Alright, fine, I have a boyfriend," Sherlock said. His thoughts went to Jim and the time they had spent together today. John stepped closer and noticed harsh marks on Sherlock's neck.
"Shirt, off, now," John demanded.
"I don't see what-"
"So help me Sherlock, if you don't take it off I will tear it from your body!"
Sherlock unbuttoned his shirt. He knew what John's conclusion would be. There were marks all over his body from the day's activities.
"Sherlock… does he hurt you?!" John asked in alarm.
"No! It's consensual." Sherlock said, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing.
"I want to meet them," John said.
"You're not my mother John! For god's sake!"
"Sherlock! You are not well! I just want to be sure that this person isn't using you!" John exclaimed, "You're… you're vulnerable right now. I wouldn't forgive myself if I let someone use you…"
"John… they aren't using me, I promise," Sherlock said, "I care for him and he cares for me. We just engaged in some rough play, that was all."
"Why are you hiding him?" John asked and then suddenly it became very clear. "Sherlock Holmes… tell me you aren't seeing Jim Moriarty."
Sherlock was silent, but that said it all.
"And if I am?" the detective asked.
"Sherlock! He kidnapped you! He raped and tortured you! You escaped and then you run back to him?!"
"I need him!" Sherlock yelled, "I love him, John!"
He heard the door downstairs open and footsteps come up the stairs. Jim stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. John had to stop himself from reaching for his gun and shooting the man dead. He instead walked up to him.
"You are a monster!" he said, "You've ruined Sherlock forever! You let him go only to torment him and poison him further!"
"Oh… I do torment him…" Jim said with a smirk, "Have I ruined you Sherlock?"
The detective shook his head fervently. He walked over and separated the two.
"What are you doing here?" Sherlock asked, "You shouldn't be here…"
"I couldn't help overhearing the conversation and I was worried about you," Jim said softly. He leaned up and tenderly kissed his lover. Sherlock leaned into it. He loved kisses. He loved them more than anything else that could be done to his body; he loved to kiss Jim Moriarty. There kiss seemed to last an eternity, sweet and loving, and tender. John was staring at them, looking none too pleased.
"I can't believe you Sherlock," he said, "Why are you doing this to yourself?"
Sherlock was hardly paying attention as deft fingers ran through his dark curls.
"I love him John… We were made for each other. Two halves of a whole," Sherlock said.
"Yeah, well your 'other half' belongs behind bars," John said.
"Do you really think a jail cell would keep him?" Sherlock asked, "This is the best thing that could have happened to Jim Moriarty because now he is slightly more controlled because of being with me!"
"Oh, so now my pet is controlling me?" Jim asked, looking at Sherlock.
"I didn't mean it like that…" Sherlock said, looking down at the floor.
"And what did you mean kitten?" Jim whispered.
"You care about me," Sherlock said slowly and carefully, "And you don't want to see me upset, so you've lessened your murders. You're letting more people live. I began to notice before…"
Jim kissed him again.
"I love you my pet," he breathed, "So sweet, so clever. You really do have me, don't you? What am I to do?"
John watched this exchange. They balanced one another. They really did. Jim was less of a psycho, and Sherlock had more emotions and felt at ease about showing them.
"Get out of this flat and I'll pretend I never saw you," John said, "I don't want him in the flat Sherlock. If I see him here I reserve my right to shoot him through the head."
"That's not a right John, that's murder," Sherlock said.
"And I reserve my right to commit it" John glared at Jim.
"Well, looks like I'll be sending more cars for you won't I?" Jim said, kissing Sherlock's neck, "I'll see you tomorrow."
John shoved Jim towards the door.
"I don't like him," John said, "And know that I don't approve of him in the slightest… but… you make each other better."
"Yeah, we do." Sherlock said, smiling as he watched Jim climb into his car and drive away.