The cat ears were once again safely on top of Sherlock's head. Moriarty wouldn't let Sherlock leave until he put them back on. The two males walked out of the room where Sherlock was humiliated and fisted by Moriarty. The two muscled men were standing just outside and when they saw them coming, they dutifully walked behind them. They were making sure that Sherlock couldn't backtrack or try to escape.
Sherlock swallowed hard. What did Moriarty plan on doing once they got to John? The two men entered inside the room Sherlock woke up in. John was sitting at the corner with his head bent down and resting on his knees. He looked up when he heard the door open.
John and Sherlock glanced at each other. Both their eyes said the same thing. I'm sorry. I don't know how to stop him.
Moriarty patted Sherlock's ass. The two minions were left outside so they would be able to hear any commotion if Sherlock or John were to fight. They wouldn't do that anyway.
"Do you two know what time it is now?" the villain asked with a cheeky grin.
John stood up and braced himself for a fight. He was no longer in that submissive, hopeless position. Sherlock admired his courage even when everything looked lost.
"It's bath time," Moriarty informed.
Sherlock turned to look at the mad man and John sent him a heated glare, his hands curled up in fists.
"So what? Do you plan on bathing us?" he asked like he was challenging Moriarty.
Moriarty gave him a very wicked grin.
"Of course that's what I plan on doing. There should be enough room for both of you if you two make room for each other. Sherlock, start undressing John. Slowly. Then you, John, will undress Sherlock. Got it?"
John knew that they could both overpower Moriarty if they fought together. He still had a small drop of hope, and that was better than nothing. Sherlock would be able to get them out of this one. They just had to wait for the right moment.
But he knew from the look Sherlock had on earlier that the detective still didn't know what to do. But he would wait patiently. Or as patient as he could in this situation.
Sherlock came up to him and pulled off his shirt. John's tone six-pack was revealed, a well deserved reward from his training in the army. He stepped out of his pants while Sherlock pulled them off.
They both hesitated with John's underwear.
"You two know better than that," Moriarty scolded with a dark voice, "Get moving. And no more making me wait."
Like that pants, John helped Sherlock by stepping out of his underwear. He noted that Sherlock's eyes glanced a bit too long on his manhood. If Moriarty wasn't watching, John would love the attention Sherlock was giving him.
"Alright. Return the favor John," Moriarty commanded.
Sherlock sighed but he tried to hold himself with as much dignity as he could muster. It made John sad to see him try to stand strong. John quickly undressed Sherlock thinking that doing it quick would lessen the detective's humiliation. Moriarty took long strides toward the door leading to the bathroom. He smiled at the two captives before turning and starting the bath, adding a few bath beads and a squirt of sweet-smelling bubble bath formula.
"In here, pets," he ordered softly.
Sherlock took a hold of John's hand. The doctor wondered if Sherlock was trying to comfort him until he realized that Sherlock was doing it to comfort himself. Fear was clearly evident in the detective's face and John had seen him face many dangers without such an expression. Moriarty really was the most chilling threat they had ever come across.
Hand in hand, Sherlock and John walked into the bathroom. Moriarty pulled up a small chair and placed it close to the tub. The tub was a lot different than Sherlock thought that it would be. It was one of those big, expensive whirlpools. The villain sat down on it and commanded John to go in first. John reluctantly let go of Sherlock's hand in order to step into the bathtub.
The water was nice and hot and felt good on his cold skin. John could already feel the bath beads and formula making his skin soft. There was easily enough room for the both of them.
Moriarty looked at Sherlock.
"You too," he said.
Sherlock paused for a moment before doing as he was told. He climbed in while facing John but he didn't look at the doctor's face. He didn't want to see the one person he was failing to save from trouble.
Moriarty grabbed a sponge and dabbed some liquid soup onto it. He slathered the soapy sponge on John's face. John closed his eyes to keep the soap from getting into them. When Moriarty finished, he gave Sherlock a cloth and told him to use it to rinse John off. Sherlock did as he was told, dunking the small cloth into the water and then rubbing John's face with it.
Moriarty then focused on cleaning Sherlock's face and had John rinse him off. Then Moriarty sat back and told them to clean each other.
John and Sherlock went as slowly as they could so they could stall anything else Moriarty had planned. The villain didn't seem to mind, which told Sherlock that he had plenty of time to torture them.
Finally, they were finished. Moriarty told them to get out and dry off. The villain suddenly left the bathroom. Sherlock and John stared after him.
"Where's he going?" John whispered to Sherlock.
Sherlock answered, "I don't know."
"Have you found out where my sister is?"
Sherlock bit his lip. John saw the guilt on his face and frowned. They dried off without another word.
"Hurry up, you two," Moriarty's voice called out.
Sherlock tried to take John's hand again but John was already walking out of the room by himself. He was upset that his sister's whereabouts were still unknown. He didn't want to look at Sherlock right now.
Moriarty grinned when they both exited the bathroom. His hands were cooly stuffed inside his pockets and he walked around the room.
"We'll get those sheets cleaned for you so you two can have a nice bed to sleep in. They came and took them so don't worry. I want to eat with John. I figure you're still full from your punishment, Sherlock. Both of you come with me."
The villain walked out of the room and the other two men followed. John snuck a glance behind him and found Moriarty's employees right behind him. John frowned and looked back ahead.
Sherlock had a feeling that they were underground somewhere. Everywhere around them was closed, steel walls and no windows. Lights dangled from above them. There were rows of doors in the hallway and Sherlock figured most of them were for the employees. Moriarty led them to a single door at the very end of the hall.
The door was opened for him by an employee standing on the other side. Sherlock and John followed him into the room.
A big dining table with a silk red table cloth sat in the middle of the room. They had made the room as elegant as it possibly could be, the metal walls were replaced with dark brown wallpaper. Matching white carpet sank under their feet. Bright, beautiful lights hung on the walls, as well as a few landscape paintings.
Moriarty pulled up a chair and motioned for John to sit. John stared at him before taking a seat. Sherlock seated himself and Moriarty took a chair across from John.
"We'll get you something to drink, Sherlock. And what would you like to eat, John?"
John frowned and glanced around the room nervously.
"What do you have?" he asked the villain.
"Just say the word and you'll get it," promised Moriarty.
The two captives looked at each other. John turned his attention back on Moriarty.
"Um...beef tenderloin please," John said.
"How cute. Thank you for asking so nicely," Moriarty rang a bell. A servant came only a few seconds later, "Give my dog beef tenderloin with a glass of the Sancerre Rouge Pinot Noir and give my cat a glass of the Cabernet Sauvignon. I'll take the Musigny Grand Cru and some smoked salmon. Got it?" there was something dark in his tone.
"Yes sir," the servant said with fear in his voice.
He scampered off as fast as he could. Moriarty smiled and leaned over to Sherlock's ear. John frown while he watched Moriarty whisper to Sherlock. Sherlock was frowning too. The detective nodded his head and cast a glance in John's direction.
"What are you guys talking about?" he asked.
"Don't worry about it, love," Moriarty smiled.
"Yes. Don't worry about it," Sherlock mumbled.
Now John was really starting to worry about it.
The wine came first, all of them were red. Personally John preferred red wine over white. At least Moriarty did that much for him. But he didn't know what kind of pinot noir this was. He delicately took a sip. It was good but not his favorite. He preferred cheap wine and this didn't look cheap.
Sherlock and Moriarty sipped at their drinks. The villain made a little appreciative noise before setting his glass down and looking at Sherlock. It seemed like he was signaling something that John couldn't understand.
The servant came by with a tray of plates. He set them down one by one, Moriarty's first then John's. The beef tenderloin was delicately placed and looked more like an artwork than a dinner plate. John turned to Sherlock to ask if he would like a bite but the detective disappeared.
Confused, John looked around the room but he couldn't find his friend anywhere.
"Don't worry about him. Just eat and tell me how it tastes," Moriarty ordered.
John knew something was up. But he cut through a piece of beef and took a bite. It was very juicy and tender. Moriarty began eating his fish, dipping it into some red sauce before putting it to his lips.
John nearly dropped his fork when he felt something pull his pants down. He lifted up the cloth and found Sherlock by his knees.
"What-" John was interrupted by Moriarty.
"Put the cloth back down. Don't focus on anything except me and the food. Alright?" Moriarty's voice was dark.
Harry needed him now more than ever. John lowered the cloth back down and swallowed hard. His eyes widened when he felt Sherlock's lips on his cock. John closed his eyes and ate another piece of food.
"How's it taste?" Moriarty asked.
John didn't know if he was asking him or Sherlock. But John figured he was asking about the food.
"Good," he said through clenched teeth.
Sherlock's tongue was trailing his shaft while his hand squeezed the base. John's heart rose to his throat and he tried to concentrated on breathing. Moriarty smiled as he watched John's torment.
"I'm glad you like it. It's grass-fed beef, you know? I'm sure meat tastes much better when it's treated right."
Was that suppose to be dirty talk? John couldn't tell. The doctor's brows furrowed when he felt the entire mouth around his cock.
"D...do you really think that? I never thought grass-fed would make a difference," John said, trying to concentrate on anything except Sherlock's wonderful tongue.
Moriarty smiled. John was playing his game and the villain was obviously pleased with him.
"Of course. Anytime you cut corners the quality goes down. And when you feed cattle cheap food, you get cheap tasting meat. Besides, cows were meant to eat grass. Can't you taste how much better it is than the beef you're use to?"
"Yes. I can tell," John answered just to make Moriarty happy.
Sherlock was making noises as he sucked hard. John groaned in pleasure. He tried to keep his reflexes in check so that he wouldn't wiggle around or accidentally kick Sherlock. Moriarty ate with manners like royalty.
"That's good. Only the best for my puppy. How's the wine?"
"I loved it. Thank you," John was beginning to pant.
That tongue was torturing him as his cock weeped for release. John's mouth was suddenly dry.
"Something wrong, love? Your face is all red," Moriarty asked with feigned concern.
John knew that he had to keep playing along like nothing was going on. This was just one of Moriarty's weird kinks.
"No. Nothing," he clenched his fists.
Sherlock was going faster and sucking harder. John felt his cock being constricted by Sherlock's moist cavern. It was such an incredible feeling.
"Oh," John moaned as Sherlock's wandering hand played with his balls.
"Did you say something, John?" Moriarty asked, cutting another piece of salmon for himself.
The doctor gulped.
"N..no. I didn't say anything."
"Okay. You're starting to worry me, though," Moriarty smiled at him.
"S...Sherlock. Not so...fast," John whispered to his friend.
But the detective didn't slow down. John felt himself getting close. Moriarty suddenly stood up and walked around the table. John watched as Moriarty came closer to him. The villain's face was serious and his eyes were set in stone. Moriarty put a hand on John's shoulder and leaned in for a kiss. Flustered, John kissed back and the two men's tongue fought for dominance. John never had a threesome before, much less one where he's the center of all the pleasure.
He was reaching his breaking point. He was so close to orgasm that it hurt. Sherlock pulled away just long enough to kiss the tip, then he went back to sucking. Moriarty pressed hard onto his mouth.
The most intense feeling of ecstasy shot through his body right before John came inside Sherlock's mouth. Sherlock gulped down every trace of seed. Meanwhile, Moriarty pulled away from John's mouth. His eyes peered down at John's.
"Good boy. You must be hungry after all that. Finish your meal," he ordered.
John stood up in order to put his pants back on. Sherlock got back into his seat and sipped at his wine.
John finished the last bite, trying hard not to think about what had just occurred. Moriarty rang the bell again and the servant came back. The villain looked at John.
"What do you want for dessert?" Moriarty asked him.
John didn't really want anything for dessert but he knew better than to voice that fact.
"Erm...peach cobbler, please."
Moriarty looked at Sherlock.
"And what do you want?"
"I'm still full," he said.
"I didn't ask you if you were full or not. I asked what you wanted for dessert," Moriarty's voice was sharp.
Sherlock shuffled in his seat uncomfortably.
"I'll...take some carrot cake. Please."
Moriarty turned to his servant.
"You heard them. And give me some french vanilla ice cream."
The man nodded and left just as quickly as when he went to get their dinner. The Napoleon of Crime smirked at his two prisoners.
"I'm glad that you two have been so cooperative. Hopefully, you won't disobey me again. Your sister is getting five star treatment, John. Don't worry."
"Could I...see her sometime? Please?" he asked, glancing at Moriarty.
The villain took a minute to consider this.
"I don't know. You would have to be really, really good before I let you do that. But you know..." Moriarty trailed off.
Sherlock and John both leaned their heads in, silently urging him to continue. Moriarty grinned when he noted that both men were looking so attentively at him.
"If you two see things my way, I'll trust you outside. You can pretend that you escape the kidnapping and come to me whenever I call you. It will be like tamed pets that their masters let them off their leashes, because the masters know that they'll come right back."
"How will you know when we see things your way?" asked Sherlock.
Moriarty turned to him.
"I'll know. Don't worry your pretty little head about that. Now, you two. Your sheets should be cleaned by now. By the time we get back to your room, you should have a nice bed to sleep on. What do you say?"
"Thank you, Moriarty," John and Sherlock chanted in unison.
Their desserts came. There was a tiny mint leaf on each of their dishes for looks. Sherlock took a bite out of his cake and was surprised that it wasn't overly sweet. That was hard to do with carrot cake.
John was impressed with his dessert as well. The peach filling was warm and the flavor danced in his taste buds.
Moriarty smiled. He noticed how much his pets were enjoying their treats. That was good. Soon, he would go from just having their bodies to having both that and their hearts.