Sherlock dragged his feet around the flat 221B cigarette in hand and smoke in tow. He didn't even know where he was going anymore and with red eyes and messed curls he arrived at his bedroom door. The door was ajar so he just walked right into it to get in to his surprisingly neat bedroom. Well, neat except for the litters of cigarette butts and needles strewn across his bed side table. He grabbed the edge of his dressing gown and like a ballerina twirled into bed the horizontal way; face up and feet dangling off the edge of the bed barely scraping the floor. He raised the cigarette to his lips and took a long drag, his body relaxing. As he exhaled he watched the swirling smoke patterns and tried to predict them. But soon his eyelids drooped and his shallow breathing turned deeper and his body fell into a sleep.
------ dreamy time sherlock -------------
Sherlock awoke by slowly opening his eyes and turning over to face.... John? It had to be John but it couldn't be. A small tear rolled down his cheek as he closed his eyes again knowing it was a dream and opened them to find a large hand cupping his cheek and using a thumb to wipe away the tear. "I'm here sherlock. I'm /real./" Sherlock relaxed into the tender hand of his partner, his angular facial structure becoming softer looking. He would let it be real, just this once. He opened his eyes to find the blue grey eyes of his John staring back. He quickly catalogued the way his eyes slid from blue to brown, the tousled mess of sandy hair and the way it seemed to glow like a halo in the light, the way his face curved and the freckles that dotted it, the way his soft lips curved up into a sweet smile,- "Knew you would get there eventually," John said in a sarcastic tone as he pulled sherlock in for a sweet kiss. The catalogue continued with the softness of John's lips and how they pressed against his and completed him In every way. John took his other hand and put it lazily around Sherlock's hip, pushing away his dressing robe. John quickly took control deepening the kiss slowly as he used his arm to pull sherlock against him. Sherlock cooed in content as John pressed for entrance into Sherlocks mouth. Sherlock parted his lips and a whole new sensation to catalogue whirled around in his mind palace shutting everything else out but John. Sherlock felt his tongue swirl with John's as he explored his partners mouth, and he found it Simply /extraordinary./ John sucked on Sherlock's bottom lip as he moved himself to straddling Sherlock's lap, never breaking the kiss. Sherlock could feel all of John and it was better than any of the drugs he had ever taken. He completely lost himself in the moment as the kisses turned rough and heated, fighting for dominance. The smaller man pressed Sherlock down into the bed as Sherlock cautiously slid his hands under the hem of John's jumper. John let out a small moan as Sherlock decided to lift the covering off his partners chest. John broke the kiss and sat up as Sherlock looked at the way John's muscles he earned the army made him, well him. He reached out a hand and traced the muscles that seemed to flow from his Johns abdomen to his back then intertwining with his shoulders. "Amazing." Sherlock whispered out loud but was cut short as John kissed him passionately. He closed his eyes enjoying the moment of all of John as eerily cold familiar hands whisked his own shirt off. He snapped his eyes open in fear but he didn't see his partner's blue eyes staring back at him; he saw the dark brown eyes of an all too familiar man. "Did you miss me." Whispered an Irish accent into his ear. Sherlock's body immediately tensed as visions of his boarding school days and nights swarmed his vision. "No," he whispered more tears sliding down his cheeks, but no one was there to wipe them away this time. Sherlock tried to use what little muscle he had to sit up but the drugs made him weak and Moriarty held him down. "Now Sherlock, what did I tell you about this John fellow?" The accent cooed to him as he traced a cold finger on Sherlock's bare chest. "Ah yes I did miss this, this little game of ours." Moriarty lent in and bit the skin connecting Sherlock's ivory neck and boney shoulder, leaving a hickey that would bruise. The Irish man turned his attention back to Sherlock and placed wet kisses up Sherlock's now tense jaw line ending with a tense kiss on the mouth. Jim pressed forward when sherlock wouldn't give entrance and soon Sherlock had to open his lips. He came in as a force to be reckoned with and Sherlock squirmed under him. This only seemed to heighten Moriarty's pleasure as he started grinding against the thin body beneath him. Sherlock closed his eyes and thought of John but was woken up when Moriarty slapped him hard across the face. "NO thinking of John! Not this time sherlock you are mine ! MINE" he growled as he tugged Sherlock's ebony curls back. He scraped a nail under Sherlock's chin. "Now, you remember how this goes don't you Sherly? I thought I made a lasting impression those couple years...." Moriarty cooed back as he slid a cold hand down Sherlock's chest and into his trousers-"
Sherlock woke up Breathing heavily, wide eyes darting around in fear as his hands dug into the sheets. He lifted his trembling left hand and took a drag from his still lit cig and let out a shakey breath. It wasn't real. None of it was real. You're fine. It's fine. You're FINE. He brought the palms of his shaking hands up to his forehead and ran his long fingers down his face. Still laying down he used his right hand to feel around his beadside table. He felt a cold ring and darted his fingers away, then quickly found the familiar tube still filled entirely with his 7% cocaine solution. He instinct. found the vein in the crook of his elbow and quickly injected. One deep exhale later and he was drifting in his mind again, with all the time in the world until time was cut short.
AN:/ Please comment thoughts I worked hard on this chapter and I would really like to know what you think. I also love a song that was inspiration for this chapter so please read the lyrics and listen to the song and understand.
Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey.
All my friends tell me I should move on
I'm lying in the ocean singing your song
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhh
That's how you sang it
Loving you forever can't be wrong
Even though you're not here, won't move on
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhh
That's how we played it
And there's no remedy for memory your face is
Like a melody, it won't leave my head
Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine
But I wish I was dead
Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise
No one compares to you
I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side
Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise
No one compares to you
I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side
All my friends ask me why I stay strong
Tell 'em when you find true love, it lives on
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhh
That's why I stay here
And there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody
It won't leave my head
Your soul is holding me and telling me that everything is fine
But I wish I was dead
Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise
No one compares to you
I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side
Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise
No one compares to you
But there's no you, except in my dreams tonight
Oh-oh-oh-oh-hah-hah-hah-hah.
I don't want to wake up from this tonight
Oh-oh-oh-oh-hah-hah-hah-hah.
I don't want to wake up from this tonight
There's no relief, I see you in my sleep
And everybody's rushing me, but I can feel you touching me
There's no release, I feel you in my dreams
Telling me I'm fine
Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise No one compares to you
I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise. No one compares to you
But there's no you, except in my dreams tonight
Oh-oh-oh-oh-hah-hah-hah-hah
I don't want to wake up from this tonight
Oh-oh-oh-oh-hah-hah-hah-hah
I don't want to wake up from this tonight
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Chosen for Fate
FanfictionIn a society where your soulmates are chosen for you, you are only given a name. The rest is up to you. Sometimes you find them but sometimes you don't. It's part of the game. And the game is on.
