Sherlock Holmes (
lostwithoutmyblogger) wrote2012-02-09 10:38 am
[hotel verse]
It works a lot like last time. He wakes up, still in his suit and tie, with his arm slipped around Jim's waist. The way the used to when they were in school.
The thought occurs to him, the crash of old ideas and new, schoolboy adoration and rooftop loathing.
He draws in a quick breath and stays purposefully, staring down at Moriarty in confusion, taking slow stock of how close they're entwined.
The thought occurs to him, the crash of old ideas and new, schoolboy adoration and rooftop loathing.
He draws in a quick breath and stays purposefully, staring down at Moriarty in confusion, taking slow stock of how close they're entwined.

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He agrees, tilting his had up, allowing it. His skin feels good.
"That's producing arousal."
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Licking slightly down his neck.
"The violence? The softness?"
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He guesses, arching.
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"I'd tear your heart out and put it on my mantle, like that skull of yours."
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He admits, dark and affectionate.
"But I think Mycroft got me your skull."
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He murmurs, letting out a long breath.
"Ages, I bet."
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He explains, eyes opening to look up at Jim's head, like he can make a quick mental map now and save some time later.
"I'll spend hours."
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Quiet, licking his way down Sherlock's stomach.
"That was never the ultimate goal."
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He admits.
"Even in that world, I was so angry that you'd left me. Alone, with all the idiots."
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Eyes flickering up to meet Sherlock's own.
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Yes. He does.
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"And all of them are idiotic enough to hate you."
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It would have been quicker in the long run.
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He laughs, nipping at his bellybutton.
"But no, you had to drag it out. There's nothing in that world for you, for us- and you were too stupid to realize it until after you'd wasted your perfect death."
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He reminds him, arching.
"You should have got a pet one. It really does make all the difference."
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Humming against his skin.
"And if he ever finds out your not, my pet will put a bullet through him."
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He promises.
"All of them, as many years as it takes. It will probably be not entirely boring."
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Quietly, his mouth finally pressed against him, lips tracing along the skin of his cock as he speaks.
"Everyone dies if you slip, cupcake."
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Fingertips tangling in his own hair.
"I can't wait."
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He sighs.
"If you do win- which you won't- if you're able to come home safe and sound?"
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He shrugs.
"An automobile accident, an overdose."
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He smiles, licking idly at him.
"You can't resurface without being subjected to a criminal investigation."
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He dismisses.
"I don't mind taking favours from him when he owes me."
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When he was unknown, when his clients were few and far between.
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