Johniarty

Kidnapped

"I'm back."

John Watson's eyes suddenly shot open. That voice. He hoped to never hear that voice again. 

"Waaaake up Johnny-boy," sang the consulting criminal. John shot up in bed and tried to grab his gun from his night stand, but suddenly there was a wait on top of him, pushing him down onto his back and straddling him. He couldn't see him in the dark, but the disembodied voice of the consulting criminal whispered in his ear. "Oh Johnny, you must have known how pointless that was."

"I'll scream. I'll yell for Sherlock," replied John, unable to keep his voice from shaking just slightly.

"Of course, you want sweet little Sherlie to come and save you. But you haven't yet, you know that I've already taken care of him."

"What did you do Moriarty?" 

"Please, please call me Jim, after all, we are going to be living together, seems like we should be on friendlier terms."

John shivered as he said this, which did not go unnoticed by Jim. "You didn't answer my question," John growled.

"Easy boy," cooed Jim, "I assure you that Sherlie is in no danger as long as you come with me without complaint."

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"It hardly matters, does it? You won't risk it."

John swallowed. He knew this was true. "Fine," he spit out.

The look on Jim's face was one of pure glee. He slowly lifted himself off of John and opened John's bedroom door, gesturing for John to exit first. John stood and walked to through the open door, he didn't dare complain or fight back.

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Jim lead John into a grandly furnished bedroom, with a giant king sized canopy bed. "This is where we'll be sleeping," 

"We?" asked John a little confused. 

"Oh yes Johnny-boy," he pushed John backward so he had no choice but to sit on the bed, "the two of us will be spending quite a lot of time here," just then "Staying Alive" began to play and Jim sighed. "Just a moment Johnny." 

Jim backed up and began hissing into the phone, "this better be important... and did I tell you to do that?... Then why exactly did you take it upon yourself TO RUIN THE WHOLE OPERATION?!" There was a pause presumably where the other side of the conversation was making excuses before Jim cut them off. "I'm too busy for this, I'll have Sebastian deal with you in the morning." 

With that, he hung up and turned his attention back to John. "Sorry about that my pet, they'll be taken care of in a completely humane and quick way don't you worry."

"You're going to kill them?" asked John

"Are you surprised," Jim scoffed back. "Now, where were we?"

"I-uh," John stammered unconsciously moving backward on the bed, trying to get away from Jim. 

"Oh that's right," Jim crawled onto the bed and moved towards John until John could move no farther back, and his head hit the wall. He was backed into a corner. At this point Jim was so close to him he could feel his breath on his skin, causing him to shiver. "I want to take you apart piece. By. Piece. And put you back together so you forget all about Sherlock so that the only person in the world you care about is me so that you're all mine. And that's what I intend to do," with this he bit John's earlobe and move his hand to cup John's cheek. John tried to move away but Jim had him pinned against the wall. 

Jim slipped his leg between John's and began to suck on his neck, still holding his head still as John tried to get away. Suddenly, Jim's lips crashed against Johns. Sucking, biting, drawing blood. John refused to kiss him back, make any noise, or show his discomfort, he just let Jim molest his mouth, having no other choice.

As suddenly as it started it ended. Jim pulled away leaving them both breathing heavy and flopped down on the right side of the bed. "Good night Johnny-boy, I'll see you tomorrow for some more fun." John sat there stunned for a few seconds, before moving as far as he could to the left side of the bed and turning away from Jim. After a while he too drifted off to sleep.