All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Twenty

Chapter 20

Charlie's POV

I lay on the metal slab shirtless. The metal was cold against my skin, but in that moment, I didn't care. I was only focusing on the young man who leaned over me, his arse on my crotch. Dimitri was also shirtless, looking down at me with lustful eyes. "The world was on fire..." he began to sing, pausing to kiss along my abdominal muscles, "...And no one could save me but you." I pulled at his hair, which was shorter after he cut it, and he looked up at me, his eyes locking with mine. His lips moved to my neck, more of his body touching mine, then slowly he went up to my ear, gently sucking on the space behind it, before whispering seductively, "It's strange what desire can make foolish people do..."

I gasped, waking up, and  opening my eyes. Dimitri had just entered the room, looking at me. He seemed to have just gotten out of the shower, now wearing a tight fitting white t-shirt and camoflauge trousers. His hair was dripping wet, and significantly shorter, and his beard had been reduced to a light stubble. 

"You look all hot and bothered," he commented, sitting down. 

"I just had a weird dream, that's all."

"Do you want to talk about it?" His voice was thick with concern and Russian-ness. And I just made that word up because I don't care. 

"Do you want to let me go?"

Dimitri sighed and rolled his eyes, but I could tell he was somewhat amused as he shook his head, crossing his arms over his incredibly muscular chest. 

"Then no," I stated, jiggling around a bit in my seat. "I need to go to the bathroom though. Can you let me go just for that?"

Dimitri sighed and allowed it. I got up after he untied me, and he led me into the small bathroom area, his hand gripping my shoulder to ensure I didn't try any funny business. I went to the bathroom and did what I had to do, before washing my hands, going back out into the warehouse type area. I still couldn't work out where I was. All I knew was there was a warehouse with the white room and small bathroom coming off of it. 

I couldn't see Dimitri anywhere, so I made my way to the main exit of the warehouse, running as fast as my weak knees could carry me. Suddenly I was on my back, with Dimitri on top of me. "What the hell do you think you are doing?!" Dimitri hissed. 

"What do you think?!"

Dimitri muttered something under his breath in Russian before he helped me back up to my feet, directing me back into the white room. Dimitri had just stepped away from me when the door open, and two familar faces came into view: Jim and Sherlock Holmes. 

Sherlock looked me over emotionlessly, almost bored, even. "He's seriously injured. Why haven't you killed him already?"

Jim rolled his eyes. "You see, that'd ruin the fun. I like watching him dance," he explained. 

Sherlock clutched his hands behind his back with his usual superior air. "I guess so. I would've done things differently though, of course."

Jim raised an eyebrow and looked up at Sherlock. "Oh really? What would you've done, then?"

"Well, I wouldn't have kidnapped Charlie in the first place. Dull choice really. No offense Charlie." Sherlock spun around to look at Dimitri, studying him for a literal split second before turning back to Jim. "And you've hired someone to watch him, you never know what could've happened while you've been away."

"Well, Charlie's still here, isn't he? Surely my plan wasn't that bad?"

Sherlock hummed thoughtfully and gave me a look. I wondered where John was. I knew he and Sherlock were inseparable, but here Sherlock was, talking with Jim as though they were a couple. It almost seemed as though Sherlock was in on it.