A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! So....I saw a thing on Tumblr and I had a bit of a moment....Tears were involved...now y'all get this....Imma tack on a bit of a TRIGGER WARNING just 'cause Magnussen gets a little rapey but otherwise...enjoy<3
***Also..I just want to say...about my little rant in yesterday's story...Sorry about that...I appreciate your comments and I really love it when you guys ask for part 2's and stuff so please don't stop that! just, don't be rude or demanding about it...I love it when you ask for part 2's because it means you liked the story and want more...just be nice<3***
It had taken years to get to this point, years of fights, tears, and stabbing himself with a needle once a week, and lying to his best friend, and it was all about to be shot to Hell.
Magnussen knew. He knew and he was going to tell John, and there was nothing Sherlock could do to stop him.
John wouldn't understand, he would freak out and never speak to Sherlock again.
"Oh yes, Mary Morston, a very naughty little bird that one, wouldn't you say Sherlock?" Magnussen was sitting in the empty room, eyes closed, flipping through an invisible file. Sherlock could feel the anger and confusion pouring off his flatmate, and vehemently wished that he had decided to drug the doctor as well. "You know all about that, don't you, Pretty Thing." Sherlock flinched, closing his eyes and taking a shaky breath.
"I-I don't- I don't understand." Sweet John, trying to play the dumb card again. There was no way he missed it, Magnussen's comparing Sherlock to Mary. If I deny it, it's not real. Magnussen's eyes open and find Sherlock's, an amused, pitied look on his face.
"You should put that on a t-shirt, Doctor Watson." He pushed himself out of the chair, standing before Sherlock with a mocking smirk.
"What-" Sherlock cleared his voice to hide the waver in his words. "What do you want?" His voice was shaky and broken, and he struggled to maintain eye contact with the dead eyes holding his own.
"I only wish to put the women in their rightful place." Sherlock flinched again, trying not to shy away from Magnussen's cold hand as it stroked his cheekbone and jawline. "Oh, you would have been a pretty thing, wouldn't you've? So tall and lean-"
"Sherlock? What's going on?" Magnussen huffed a dead laugh as he kept touching Sherlock's face, ignoring John almost entirely.
"And there's the back of the t-shirt." He mumbled, eyes scanning Sherlock's face thoughtfully. "Tell me, does your little damsel know your secret?"
"Why are you doing this?" Sherlock whispered, desperately blinking away tears and fighting to bring his breathing under control as Magnussen's fingers started plucking at the buttons of his shirt.
"Because you disrupted my peace." Magnussen stated simply, glancing back at John as he reached the last button above Sherlock's trousers. "So now, I'm going to disrupt yours."
"Stop that-" Sherlock held up his hand, raising his chin and refusing to look at his friend. He had to protect John, and if that meant letting Magnussen degrade him like this, then so be it. "Sh-Sherlock-"
"Look at that! The good doctor doesn't like it!" Magnussen's face contorted in something akin to glee, and he spun Sherlock to face John, standing behind him and using a bruising grip on his chin to force him to look at his friend. "What's wrong Doctor? Not a fan of seeing another man with his hands all over your woman?" Sherlock saw the change in John's face, his eyes widened, and his breath visibly caught.
Sherlock felt his heart break, that was it then. John knew, there was no denying it now.
Magnussen laughed and tugged at Sherlock's shirt, pulling it, his coat and jacket off with one rough tug. It took every fibre of his self control to not cover himself as his chest was exposed to the cold air of the Appledore Estate.
