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[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Four days from the last time exactly, Jim will find a cryptic set of directions folded in a paper in the bottom of his shoe. A puzzle worthy of his own boyfriend...

In someone else's handwriting.

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[napoleonofcrime]

Jim stares at it for a moment, puzzled, before standing up and starting to work it out. He glanced toward Sherlock for a moment- still asleep, for once- and decided that ultimately, he should rest. Besides which, it would be cheating to ask him. So Jim scrawls out a quick note, adding that Sherlock was free to seek out James if he liked, or anyone else- before taking off through the hallway, the paper with the directions in tow.

He makes a few wrong turns, but after an hour or so, he manages to find himself in front of one of the many doors. And he's never been one for nerves or hesitation, so he simply- lifts up his hand and knocks.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

The door opens, and Sherlock answers. He looks the same as last time- like Jim's boyfriend, but older. Heavier. Meaner. And absolutely unflappable.

"Come in. There are a few things we need to discuss."

[napoleonofcrime]

Jim folds up the paper and slips it in his pocket, glancing around before stepping inside, looking up at him curiously.

"I figured as much."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"I thought I might give you a chance to get a word in edgewise this time. Establish that you'd like to continue, any hard limits, any soft. Establish a safeword."

He deliberately barrels on conversationally with approximately the speed he'd had him against that door.

[napoleonofcrime]

He nods, glancing off.

"Five hundred and eighty, six hundred and eighty-five." The average wavelengths of light for the colors yellow and red. Jim straightens his blazer, slipping his hands in his pockets. "...I wouldn't mind it continuing."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"What does he have to say about all this?"

He checks. One person he does not want to have to survive assassination attempts from is himself.

[napoleonofcrime]

"He likes it."

He shrugs.

"He thinks I can learn from you."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"All right."

He murmurs.

"Again- your limits, Jim."

[napoleonofcrime]

He shakes his head with a sigh, like it's too normal to think about.

"I want to be able to go back to him when it's over- physically. There's a difference between no and no, and I expect you to learn it. And if this is some powerplay with the other me, if you're just trying to prove to him that you can dominate a younger version of him to humiliate him, then I'm leaving right now."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Very reasonable."

He smiles, pleased, relieved at the boundaries, at his ability to set them and the ultimatums he puts in place. Sherlock believes he'll keep them.

"And no. I'll leave him out of this, for now. If he ever does make an appearance, it will be entirely to humiliate you."

[napoleonofcrime]

Jim frowns at that, before giving a single nod, looking up to meet Sherlock's eyes. What happens now?

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Now, Sherlock makes him stop thinking. Two steps forward and he's on him, dragging him in, all violence and heat, starting to strip him hastily enough that seams creak.

Jim's wardrobe is in for a beating too.

[napoleonofcrime]

He lets out a short, surprised sound at that, shifting a little to try and prevent the fabric from tearing- pliant enough but resisting initially, at first. It's a difficult conversion to make, going from the consulting criminal to- well, this.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

He hooks a leg behind his knee and takes him down, supporting him as he falls just enough that he isn't hurt.

Once he's down, Sherlock crouches on top of him, looking him up and down thoughtfully.

"All I need is your pants around your knees, I suppose."

[napoleonofcrime]

"Yes- yes, alright."

A little breathless from the fall, staring up at him, reaching to undo his pants.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Good."

He gets up to find lubricant, in the mean time, and a vibrator. They can finally get around to taking him with something, this time.

[napoleonofcrime]

He kicks off his shoes and toes off his socks while Sherlock looks, tugging his pants down to his knees.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

He returns, and takes idly note but doesn't seem to particularly care.

"Have you established the criminal network he has?"

[napoleonofcrime]

"Not as expansive. I'm still working on it."

He takes a deep breath.

"I have Ireland, and several major establishments in London. I own the blank market in India and am backing several prominent terrorist groups."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Good boy."

He murmurs, reaching down to take him by his hips and twist him over onto his front. Yes.

[napoleonofcrime]

He takes in a deep breath, tensing up a little.

"I aim to impress."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Sherlock yanks him up onto his knees, bending down over his back and pressing his shoulders down, just to let him feel how trapped he is again. A reminder that he's easily overpowered.

"So do I."

[napoleonofcrime]

That gets a muffled groan out of him, nails scratching at the floor in front of him.

"Well, you're doing alright so far."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Sherlock chuckles darkly in Jim's ear, a tiny hiss of amusement, of power. He straightens back up to slick his fingers with lubricant.

[napoleonofcrime]

That sends a shiver down his spine, and Jim glances behind him, trying to see what Sherlock was doing.

"Did you go see a dom for advice?"