Welcome! (Prompting: part i)

[sherlockbbc_fic]

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This is a fic prompting meme based around the BBC series Sherlock, written by Stephen Moffat & Mark Gattis.

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Fill: 1/5

[anonymous]

"Where are we going?" Sherlock demanded, tugging at his ear. The device inside was cold, nestled against his eardrum from the feel of it. He brushed his hands through his hair, feeling the small line of stitches so easily concealed there. He hadn't been home in two days; but he'd left John without warning for longer than that. His mind was in a fog, whatever drugs Moriarty had subdued him with still coursing through his system, leaving him thinking slower than the average police officer. He grimaced.

The man next to him smirked. "You have your instructions, we have ours," he said. Sherlock shuddered, turning away.

Suddenly the car jerked to a stop and hands were pushing at him, shoving him from the vehicle and onto the sidewalk. Sherlock heard the car door slam behind him as he swayed on his feet, blinking heavily. He looked up, startled, as the car behind him peeled away.

Baker street?

Do I really need to start with telling you to go inside your own home? an amused voice said in his ear. He jerked his head

Re: Fill: 2/5

[anonymous]

Resigned, he leaned forward, gripping John's shoulders clumsily and drawing their lips together. John's breath hitched just before their lips met, and he molded them together instantly. Sherlock fought the urge to whimper as John gently urged him to part his lips, his tongue delving inside. He tried to jerk away; the sensation strange and new, but John held him tightly, stroking his tongue until Sherlock was shuddering against him, whimpering. He could feel his trousers beginning to tent, arousal and panic beginning to thrumb through his veins. He could hear Moriarty's breathing in his ear, tilting his head as though he could escape the sound.

Take his clothes off, Moriarty said suddenly. Sherlock wrenched his lips away, swearing as he tugged at the bottom of John's jumper nervously. John stilled his hands with a smile, gripping his hands and pulling him to his feet.

"Come with me," he said softly. He lead Sherlock toward his bedroom. No, came the sudden command. He froze instantly, and John turned to look at him nervously

Re: Fill: 3/5

[anonymous]

He nearly gasped when the head of John's cock pressed against his prostate. He tried to hold as still as possible as John eased inside of him, hands gently caressing his hips, whispering soft, reassuring words. He drew a deep breath, trying to adjust the sensations. John shifted his hips slowly, gently pumping in and out, sending sparks of pleasure through him. He shivered.

Faster.

He bit his lip. He'd given nothing away, except... he stifled a groan. The bastard could hear the changes in his breathing.

Now, Sherlock, or I'll -

"Faster," he gasped, biting his lip as John let out a strangled groan and thrust rapidly, striking his prostate harder until he felt the skin of his lip break, he was trying so desperately not to cry out.

Shhh, came the soft, mocking voice. Does it feel good? A little too much, perhaps? A pause. Then, Harder.

He opened his mouth, but could only gasp insensibly for a moment as John's hands gripped his hips hard enough to bruise.

Harder! Moriarty snarled

Fill: 4/5

[anonymous]

Good, good, Moriarty cooed in his ear. Now, grab his hair. Fuck his face. Sherlock fought the urge to gasp, gripping John by the hair and jerking him farther down his cock than the other man felt comfortable. John's smile vanished, his eyes suddenly dark as he tried to keep up. He squeezed them shut, then, sucking harder until Sherlock was groaning aloud, one hand on John's jaw, feeling the muscles flex, the other still threaded through his hair

Re: Fill: 5/5

[anonymous]

Sherlock blinked, looking up at the ceiling. St. Barts, he realized. He reached up to brush his fingers over the bandages covering his head. Groaning, he tried to sit up.

"You shouldn't be sitting up yet," came a soft whisper from his bedside. He could feel a hand hovering next to his shoulder; he looked over and it jerked back.

"John," he said softly. John shook his head violently.

"No, Sherlock," he said, voice growing firmer. "Don't say it. What's been done to you... I'm so sorry."

Sherlock looked at him quizzically. "It's not that big of a -"

"He raped you, Sherlock. He raped your mind, and he used me to... he used me to rape your body. Oh God..." he buried his face in his hands again. "I've packed my things," he finished softly

OP RESPONDS TO FILL!

[anonymous]

*swallows tongue*

Ngyahnga...

*unswallows*

Um... wow. Okay. Yes. Perfect. Right. Everything. Brain ceased functions. In my bunk.

*wanders off all dizzy*

Re: OP RESPONDS TO FILL!

[anonymous]

*guh*

*does exactly the same as the op*

Um... I'll be in my bunk ;)

Re: OP RESPONDS TO FILL!

[anonymous]

thirds response...

GUH, BUNK NOW

Re: Fill: 5/5

[synekdokee]

Oh.

Wonderful. Intense and scary and hot and sweet and just. Wonderful.

Re: Fill: 5/5

[anonymous]

Gaaaaah, what a great fill!

Re: Fill: 5/5

[anonymous]

Fuck or die fic for the win!

Awesome story!

One of those fics that I'm so glad exists but also am so glad won't be canon (b/c my bbs, oh, i care for them too much!). Fantastic!