Sherlock Holmes: On Holiday
Title: On Holdiay
Characters/Pairing: Dark!Watson/Holmes
Rating: R (for references to bondage, torture, and other Dark!Watson type stuff)
Word Count: 450
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Not for profit.
Summary: Someone asked the question " Where had Dark!Watson gone?" on the shkinkmeme . This is the answer.
Author's Notes: Reposted from the kinkmeme.
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Watson lowered himself slowly into the hot spring, reveling in the steamy caress of the slightly sulfurous water against muscles tired from wielding the crop and fingers taut from tying innumerable knots. Ahhh. While he couldn't say he liked everything about Japan, he did find much to admire.
First, there was shibari: a truly wonderful art. While the intricate play of ropes did not necessarily render the binding more effective, it did indeed make it more beautiful. How lovely Holmes will look, bound with silk... skin flushed with shame... what remains unbeaten of his pride only serving to heighten the display...
Watson reached out to the boat-like tray that was floating in the bath, poured himself a measure of the rice wine that was waiting there, and sipped at it. Soon, he promised the tightness in his groin. We'll soon bring our gifts back to England.
Ah, the gifts. There was another thing to admire. The Japanese made some delightfully exotic toys and weapons. He knew Mary was really going to love the cherry blossom hair decorations with the sharpened points and the fan with the hidden blades... Especially since she'd been pouting lately about not having any new "games" to play with Irene Adler upon her next visit.
And then there were the baths. While they lacked the opulence and... decadence of some Turkish baths, there was something to be said for a private bath in the open air. Perhaps I should summon Holmes here...
The detective would look so delicious sprawled next to the bath, just unbound from their previous entertainment. The moon and starlight would shine down through the elegantly dancing wisps of steam, illuminating his pale flesh, highlighting the beautiful contrast between its whiteness and the redness of the marks Watson would leave on him. "Time to clean up, Holmes," Watson would whisper against his ear, savoring the uncontrollable shiver of fear and unwished arousal Holmes would make at the words and the brush of Watson's mustache. Then the doctor would ever so slowly lower Holmes into the bath, enjoying every last wince and hiss of pain as the hot water met the candle wax burns on his thighs, the welts on his backside, the chafe marks from the ropes, and all the tiny, still-bleeding cuts that crisscrossed his torso. "Shhh," Watson would soothe him before taking a mouthful of rice wine and pressing their lips together. He would almost taste Holmes' pain as the alcohol came in contact with bitten lips... his shame as Watson's hands and tongue undid him...
Yes, Watson decided, stroking himself absently with his left hand as he sipped more sake with his right. I do believe Holmes has earned a holiday as well...
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Hey there Dark!Watson. Long time, no see. I'd forgotten how much fun you could be.
Characters/Pairing: Dark!Watson/Holmes
Rating: R (for references to bondage, torture, and other Dark!Watson type stuff)
Word Count: 450
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Not for profit.
Summary: Someone asked the question " Where had Dark!Watson gone?" on the shkinkmeme . This is the answer.
Author's Notes: Reposted from the kinkmeme.
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Watson lowered himself slowly into the hot spring, reveling in the steamy caress of the slightly sulfurous water against muscles tired from wielding the crop and fingers taut from tying innumerable knots. Ahhh. While he couldn't say he liked everything about Japan, he did find much to admire.
First, there was shibari: a truly wonderful art. While the intricate play of ropes did not necessarily render the binding more effective, it did indeed make it more beautiful. How lovely Holmes will look, bound with silk... skin flushed with shame... what remains unbeaten of his pride only serving to heighten the display...
Watson reached out to the boat-like tray that was floating in the bath, poured himself a measure of the rice wine that was waiting there, and sipped at it. Soon, he promised the tightness in his groin. We'll soon bring our gifts back to England.
Ah, the gifts. There was another thing to admire. The Japanese made some delightfully exotic toys and weapons. He knew Mary was really going to love the cherry blossom hair decorations with the sharpened points and the fan with the hidden blades... Especially since she'd been pouting lately about not having any new "games" to play with Irene Adler upon her next visit.
And then there were the baths. While they lacked the opulence and... decadence of some Turkish baths, there was something to be said for a private bath in the open air. Perhaps I should summon Holmes here...
The detective would look so delicious sprawled next to the bath, just unbound from their previous entertainment. The moon and starlight would shine down through the elegantly dancing wisps of steam, illuminating his pale flesh, highlighting the beautiful contrast between its whiteness and the redness of the marks Watson would leave on him. "Time to clean up, Holmes," Watson would whisper against his ear, savoring the uncontrollable shiver of fear and unwished arousal Holmes would make at the words and the brush of Watson's mustache. Then the doctor would ever so slowly lower Holmes into the bath, enjoying every last wince and hiss of pain as the hot water met the candle wax burns on his thighs, the welts on his backside, the chafe marks from the ropes, and all the tiny, still-bleeding cuts that crisscrossed his torso. "Shhh," Watson would soothe him before taking a mouthful of rice wine and pressing their lips together. He would almost taste Holmes' pain as the alcohol came in contact with bitten lips... his shame as Watson's hands and tongue undid him...
Yes, Watson decided, stroking himself absently with his left hand as he sipped more sake with his right. I do believe Holmes has earned a holiday as well...
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Hey there Dark!Watson. Long time, no see. I'd forgotten how much fun you could be.