", "Right…" John said, still looking at Sherlock's riding crop. It would be marvellous to watch." He is a little lonely :( and just wants some friends. Remember the lives you'll be saving.'. It really shouldn't have been that big a deal, or so John had thought when Sherlock texted him to request his assistance with a new case and to come back to the flat as soon as he'd finished his shift at the clinic, but he later admitted to himself that anything involving Sherlock was a big deal and therefore he should have been prepared for anything and surprised by nothing. Anderson had worked for his place here and Sherlock had done nothing. John knows fear. "I said," Sherlock pauses to look at him as if he were daft, "'No'. "I'm afraid he's not quite ready for showing off," Sherlock replied, rubbing his fingers into John's shoulder in what was meant to be a soothing gesture as the detective automatically picked up the signals of John's feelings towards being handled by another Dom. ", John watches as Mycroft presses a finger to his bangle and a 3-D image with his picture and name underneath pops up, every one has an ID like it that connects to their money as well as anything else requiring identification. You should be grateful that Sherlock helps with your cases because god knows you can't do it on your own. He doesn't get the impression that Mycroft Holmes is a man that is surprised often. "You might not need someone to make decisions for you but you do need someone to take care of you.

"Tell me, Sherlock, does this mean that I'm going to be spread-eagled over a barrel before the night is out, or is that just the warm-up? Mycroft clears his throat, "That's not possible. Everyone knows you're just jealous of Sherlock because even when he doesn't try he can do your job better. The club itself wasn't busy; it was still early, just gone six in the evening, but that didn't mean it was deserted, and already the noises of the room began to filter their way through the fog in John's head. John begs to differ but he doesn't point it out. ", The man studies him for a moment before he answers, "Mycroft Holmes. He takes a quick look around, scoping the area for windows, exits and things that can be used as possible weapons.

It doesn't necessarily have to be taking over someone's life and making all their choices for them; it can be as simple as intimacy, cuddles, or sex. "Err… Case?" No, 'enduring' was the wrong word, John decided when he'd been given permission by Sherlock to look at the stage.

You know why the laws are in place, why every dom and sub pair that are meant for each other shouldn't be separated once they meet. ", "It is my right. Sherlock's voice was deceptively curious, but when John looked at the other man's eyes, he could see that Sherlock was giving him the opportunity to back out from it. "As your Dom, I will have a responsibility to ensure that you are kept safe and happy throughout the course of the evening. Sherlock was constantly scratching at his arm and twitching. "I don't need a dom, I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions. Rather than people being kept behind bars having pain inflicted upon them, or finding individuals swinging from the ceiling in harnesses, he found that the atmosphere was more civilised than he'd initially given them credit for. I hope you enjoyed it! Everyone looked slightly pleased that Anderson had gotten a telling off, except Anderson himself of course. Sherlock is good but that's not something he'll ever be able to hide from John. He doesn't even question how Mycroft got his own location. Of course he'd be abnormal. It is by looking into this avenue that he meets Mycroft. Items in the 'Sherlock/John' Category Fic: A fascinating phenomenon May 19th, 2014 | Category: Character fiction , Fan fiction , General audience , Remix , Sherlock , Sherlock/John , Slash And for the record Sherlock Holmes is a better man than you will ever be.". "I'm John Watson, his dom. Although he couldn't resist sticking his middle finger up behind him because he just knew that Sherlock was watching him. John punched him in the nose. If he– and John should really start calling him by his given name, he knows his subs name! When they walked through the front entrance to the building, John could safely say that it wasn't anything like what he'd been expecting for an establishment that catered to the elite of the BDSM class. And more than a little put out when he realised he wouldn't be driving it. "I'm sure. "Either help me or step aside.". His shift ended early, as it happened, so when he reached 221B and jogged up the stairs, the last thing he expected to see was Sherlock Holmes in his best outfit; a Spencer-Hart (as usual) but with a tight-fitting black shirt instead of the white John was accustomed to seeing on his flatmate, again with the topmost buttons undone, with the whole outfit emphasizing the paleness of Sherlock's skin and the smooth flawlessness of it. He was craving drugs. Wish there was something I could do for him." It does work both ways, of course.

John wasn't one to openly insult women but Donovan was a bitch. ", John resists the urge to huff, "You seem to be going to a lot of trouble for just an interested party. Sherlock had a habit of making even the grubbiest outfit look fantastic, such was man's character with his self-confidence and well-deserved ego, but that wasn't the detail that made John pause in the entrance to the living room with a complete loss of what to say. "I am.

", "My boss would like to meet you.

John has no intention of letting that happen to either of them. The man smiles, "Everything involving Sherlock is my concern. Can I see some proof?

The gang is at a crime scene and Sherlock's having a bad day, Anderson's being Anderson and John's being a good friend. He could feel his temper rising, his left hand completely steady because of the rising tension within the vehicle. ", John meets the man's eyes, smiles back. "It turns out Lestrade wasn't joking when he thought I would find this one interesting." ", John blinks at her, he supposes that he should have expected someone besides Sherlock to open the door. I've just returned from examining the body at the scene. He's not going to invade Sherlock's privacy or judge him for something that happened in the past because regardless of what Mycroft thinks, Sherlock isn't broken now. John finds it odd because it's a pretty nice day and the weather forecast isn't predicting rain for another two. When he's done, John walks further in until he's in front of the only other person he can see in the warehouse. Everyone stared in shock at Sherlock's short friend, even Sherlock had his mouth slightly open but he looked grateful nonetheless. He knows its nuances intimately. "Well the club is the five star hotel of the BDSM world, or so I've been led to believe," Sherlock drawled. "The clinic let you go early. "No time for tea," Sherlock was saying as they were walking, before gently ushering John up the stairs. Your review has been posted. The following pages look like a medical file and John stops himself from reading it. He looked back down at his mobile and clicked some buttons before turning it around to show John what he'd pulled up, and John found himself blinking at some images several times before he realised they were close up shots of a very naked man's abused backside. It's just an act, it's just an act.' ", "And I'm not trying to hurt him. 221c - A Sherlock Fanfiction Fanfiction. But it's not just any BDSM club, John.

"Lestrade texted me. Good.". I don't plan on letting him go." John can see all this and he hasn't even been in the room for five minutes. Mycroft clears his throat, "That's not possible. He might have been invalided home but that doesn't mean he wasn't damn good at what he did and that he didn't save a lot of lives. He said he didn't want to put John in any situation that he couldn't handle and he meant it. I'm sure it would please him greatly to show your man a thing or two of how it's done. ", "Because I constantly worry about him and if you're a threat, I'm afraid I'm going to have to eliminate you.". "In fact, my boy here is due to have a private showing in one of the smaller booths of this club. John had had enough. The lady sighs and looks up from her phone, "You're John Watson, please, get in. You're going to have to give me more than that if you want an answer from me. "Of course. Lestrade tried to cover up his laugh with a cough and failed miserably.

John has the information he needs– thank you, Mycroft– so he decides to pay a visit to 221B Baker Street. We are currently searching for Sherlock's dom to arrest him for abuse." He doesn't move from the bench. What is your interest in Sherlock Holmes?". Sherlock hadn't overdressed them in the slightest, considering almost every person John saw had some sort of suit on or was dressed in a smart-casual way, and the people themselves were smiling, conversing in small groups and around what Sherlock described as 'art'. "Ah, John," Sherlock said, looking completely unfazed at John's somewhat surprised expression. ", "The way you hold yourself and your haircut says military, no tan lines above the wrist, and a psychosomatic limp. ", "I'm his landlady, Mrs. Hudson. The question had been directed at Sherlock. ", John nods and smiles slightly, Mycroft already seems to know where he's going with this.