Tough Times

Memories

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+NOTES: This scene may be triggering and could be considered gruesome to some people. It does display rape. Please be warned.

The sudden sharp burn of a fingertip intruded inside his dry hole. A strong alpha body held him and the finger pushed deeper, burning as it went, his passage far too dry. His breath hissed as he was violated and the man laughed behind him with a malicious tone, "You'll like it if you just relax. We still have a long way to go."

Sherlock pinched his eyes tight as he felt the fingers multiply and the prickle of tears burned in his eyes so he bit down hard on his lip. It hurts. A lot. He tastes blood, but doesn't let up.

The fingering went on for a long while, he had actually started to forget about it.

Then, his eyes suddenly jerked open and a sharp cry escaped his throat as the initial discomfort morphed into agony. The man behind him gripped his bony hips with enough pressure to leave purple welts and thrust himself inside the detective.

"You're so fucking tight! I can just imagine what a good fuck your Alpha gets out of you!"

Sherlock tried to swallow the whimpers that escaped his throat as the man tore into his body, but he found himself unable to keep all of it down. The room echoed with pitiful whines and gruff moans of pleasure and Sherlock cringed from the sounds.

The man pressed a rather violent thrust into the detective causing him to moan in discomfort. Unfortunately, this only pleased the man, "Oh, you want it! You pretty little whore!"

Without warning the man gripped Sherlock's curls and jerked his head up, causing a sharp yelp to rip out of his throat.

"Look at the mirror!" The man commanded. "I said look!" He jerked Sherlock's head again when the detective disobeyed him until his watery eyes finally opened and landed on his own face in the dirty mirror. His already pale face had a sickly sallowness, colored only by blossoming bruises, and was contorted with pain that he couldn't remember having ever seen on his own face before. His normally piercing blue eyes were bloodshot with frustration and wet from the tears that threatened to spill over his lashes if he didn't focus on reining them in.

He met the man's gaze as he continued to thrust into his body and the grip on his curls grew tighter, "You've got a good memory, yeah? Seems like a posh little prat like you would. Remember this every time your little Johnny fucks you, yeah? Every time he thrusts his cock in your pretty little ass," he punctuated his words with another animalistic thrust, causing Sherlock to cry out, "remember me! Remember how good I was!"

Sherlock's stomach churned and he felt bile rise in his throat as the man held his head tight in the air and forced him to gaze upon his own violation. His heart burned as he heard the slap of skin against skin and the ungainly ripple of the force in the man's thighs and stomach.

He could feel the man getting close, he was getting off on hurting him. 

"Fuck you're so good! We're going to have a lot of fun with you!" A long groan of sheer ecstasy sounded from the man and he came deep inside him. The man stayed in him through his orgasm and only removed himself when his breathing slowed.

"My turn!" 

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Sherlock woke up to his alpha holding him, "Shhh Sherlock. It's okay, I'm here now." He didn't even realize he was crying until John wiped away his tears, "I won't let them get you again."

"J-John..." He closed his eyes and started crying more, "Get them...please..."

"I will, don't worry. I'll personally get them."

He just nodded and his breath hitched, causing a burning feeling in his chest. Sherlock lifted his good wrist to his chest and held it there.

"Deep breaths, Sherlock. It's okay, you're gonna be okay." He needs a doctor, but I can't let him be taken away from me. 

"J-John..." He reached his arm to touch his mate's face, "I-I don't need...a doctor..." A light smile spread across the omega's face, though it obviously hurt him to do so.

John chuckled halfheartedly, he always seems to know what he's thinking, "Yes, you do." 

The detective made a face that broke his mate's heart, "I-I just need you...please..." he had to take a catch breath before he continued, "don't l-let...me be taken away..."

"Don't worry, you won't be taken away. I'm going to protect you." He hugged him closer.

"G-good..." he laid there for a bit, regaining his energy, "I smell..."

John couldn't help but to laugh. Although it was true, the water and soap would only worsen his already terrible condition. They both have to put up with the smell for a while longer, "I know you do, but I can fix that when you're better."