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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_(TV), Sherlock_Holmes_&_Related_Fandoms
  Relationship:
      Jim_Moriarty/John_Watson
  Character:
      Jim_Moriarty, Sebastian_Moran, John_Watson, Harry_Watson, Sherlock
      Holmes, Mycroft_Holmes
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Fluff, Rape, Rape_Recovery, Falling_In_Love, Caretaking,
      Nightmares, Triggers, Murder, Violence, Smut, Sweetness, Dark_Sherlock,
      Dark_John, Dark_Jim, Light_BDSM, Light_Dom/sub, Collars, John_is_under
      the_legal_age_of_16_folks
  Series:
      Part 1 of Little_Fallen_Angel
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-29 Completed: 2014-06-02 Chapters: 20/20 Words: 29417
****** Caring for John Watson ******
by MissWitchy
Summary
     Abandoned and barely surviving on the streets, John is kidnapped and
     made to entertain. Just as the loss of blood is almost to much, he is
     rescued by a dark, handsome man. Does this man truly care about him?
Notes
     This is my first fanfic! Woooot!!
      
     Thank you to my new Beta Midnightsmagicrose for helping me make this
     story fabulous!
     TRIGGER WARNING. John is 14 years old. Read at your own risk!
  This work was inspired by
      Daddy by ChloeWinchester, Johniarty
***** Chapter 1 *****
At the age of nine, John Watson’s world crumbled. 
Hamish and Lydia Watson were driving home from an outing to the theater when a
drunk driver failed to see the red light not ten minutes from their home. They
hardly ever had time with the family because of work, but every once in awhile
they took time for themselves and so went on dates. That’s what lead them to be
in the intersection with the delivery truck that totaled the Watsons small
sedan as it barreled through the light, killing the couple on impact.
The doorbell rang at the Watson resident at about two in the morning. John was
lying in his bed staring at the ceiling wondering when his parents were going
to get home. He heard his sister Harry stumble down the stairs, must have been
out late drinking again he thinks.  He and Harry had the two bedrooms upstairs;
their parents room was on the main level.
Five minutes later, his bedroom door was thrown open by a very pale-faced
Harriet Watson. John sat up with a jolt, his heart started beating faster; he
could sense that something was wrong just by the way she was holding herself.
“What is it? What’s happened?” he asked.
“Mum and dad were in a car accident… they’re dead,” Harry replied in a hoarse
voice, eyes glazed over.
“What? No! NOOO!” John screamed as he dashed out of the bedroom. He damn near
fell down the stairs on his way to the front door. There, waiting were several
policemen, all steel faced and sad eyed.
“No…” John whispers more to himself then to anyone in the room. He barely
registered strong hands lifting him off the hall floor, where he seemed to have
collapsed and guiding him into the living room.
From his perch on the couch, knees pulled up to his chin, John heard the
officers ask his eighteen-year-old sister if there was someone they could call
or if she would be ok with just the two of them alone. Unfortunately, they
didn’t have any extended family and so the officers were informed that she
could handle every thing from there. Even at nine years old, he knew things
would never be the same. Silent tears trickled down his cheeks.
They left a few minutes later after leaving contact information. Harry came and
sat next to him after retrieving a bottle of bourbon from their fathers liquor
cabinet. John looked over at her and said in a small voice, “ Please Harry,
don’t drink tonight.” She looked back at him with a blank expression and empty
eyes and started downing the amber fluid straight from the bottle. He sat with
her for a few minutes, staring out into the silent and heavy living room. Harry
wouldn’t be saying much to him at this point, so he stood and made for his
room.
John climbed the stairs to his room with tears streaming down his face, leaving
his sister to drown her sorrows in the bottle. He cried himself to sleep that
night and almost every night until he turned fourteen. That’s when a darker
nightmare took place.
 
                                ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Life in the Watson household was as chaotic as any lower middle class suburban
family. Hamish Watson was a factory worker for a major shoe company and was
usually gone sixteen to eighteen hours at a time. When he was home, he was
passed out in his ratty leather recliner.
Lydia Watson was a nurse and so kept insane hours. This usually left her
children to fend for themselves. She expected the chores to be done and
homework to be completed even if she or their father weren’t home.
John was an A’s and B’s student who wanted to try out for the rugby team once
he had turned 13. Harriet, John’s older sister, had graduated but had shown no
interest in Uni and so lived at home and worked at one of the local music
stores. The only continual disturbance that provided the Watson house was the
drama of Harry’s drinking.
Harry developed an unhealthy liking of alcohol about mid way through high
school. John rarely saw his sister sober. There were days, and nights, that
john sat up with her, either holding her hair back or cleaning the puke from
the couch or carpet or even Harry herself. Since their parents were seldom
home, he didn’t tell them about all of this, they worked so hard as it was, he
didn’t want to add to their burden. His parents were still aware of the fact
that Harry drank, to excess at times, but seemed helpless on how to prevent it.
Even with his parents seldom home, John and Harry never lacked for affection.
What time they did spend with their parents, were spent with game nights,
picnics and trips to the parks. Hamish and Lydia Watson dearly loved their
children, that much was evident. 
Their house wasn’t one of the fancier made to order homes that sat down the
street, it was in fact what one would call a fixer upper. Hamish had purchased
the three-bedroom house shortly after wedding Lydia. He knew it wouldn’t be
long before the two of them would soon be three and so wanted to be able to
provide a place for his children to call theirs in the years to come.
The Watson home was a safe haven for John, and to some extent Harry, when the
outside world became too much. That’s why five years after his parents death,
leaving this haven was just another crack in John’s already severely damaged
heart. 
***** Chapter 2 *****
The past five years were a living hell for John. His sister began to drink
almost continuously. They lived in their shell of a home without so much as a
working furnace. Harry’s job at the music store and then at the local pub
supplied the basics for them like food and electric, but just barely. Then he
had woke up one morning after about five years on their own, to find that his
sister had left with only a note saying that she just couldn’t handle taking
care of him and so he was on his own.
John had tried to last as long as possible in his childhood home, doing odd
jobs here and there just to earn enough money to get something to eat, and
continue with his studies. He was finely old enough to play rugby at school,
but knew with a heavy heart, he couldn’t work and play at the same time so that
dream went to the wayside, like so many others.
Within months of his sister leaving, and he was lucky he lasted that long on
his own, he found he just couldn’t do it anymore and so at the age of thirteen
he found himself on the cold, gray, unforgiving streets of London. No home, no
food, minimal education and worst of all no family. The only possessions that
he had were a few childhood memento, a photo of his family and a couple sets of
clothes.
He spent the first year trying to stay clean enough to be able to work as a
paperboy, and staying out of fights. However, as with everything else that too
petered out and the newspaper company let him go because his clothes were not
“presentable” enough. In short, the street was starting to show on his young
body.
Staying out of fights were a very different matter. There was a fight for
everything out there on the street. Who slept where, who got what to eat, who
got what corner to beg on and who got protection from the older kids and even
adults.
John had secured himself a place to sleep for the night on a warm air vent in
one of the ally ways near central London. He felt lucky that he wouldn’t freeze
this winter, well, that night anyway. He laid out the poor excuse of a blanket
on the vent, placed his tattered army green backpack at one end and lowered his
stiff, aching body to the makeshift bed.
He had been in rather nasty brawl earlier over the right to beg on the corner
of Baker Street. He had noticed in the past few weeks that a well-dressed man
that lived on that street would pay well for information or errands. John
figured that if he could acquire the corner, he would be next on the list of
the lucky few who were able to have a bit more then the others.
It was about five in the afternoon when John made his way to the corner of
Baker Street and Melcombe Street. He was hoping to beat the young man that
usually had that corner. The guy was about six years older and about two stone
more then John. On arriving, John saw that he was to late. He wasn’t going to
be dissuaded though, He knew for a fact that the homeless crew that covered
this area had a rule that allowed for any one (anyone homeless that is) to
challenge for a spot. It wasn’t a rule that was often implemented but it was
there all the same. Walking up to the man, John pulled himself up to all five
foot five inches and squared his shoulders. The man cocked an eyebrow at him as
he came to a stop in front of him. “What you be wantin’ runt?” he drawled at
John with a sneer.
John cleared his throat; “I am challenging you for this spot.” He stated it
with as much force as he could muster, trying to let the man know he was
serious.
“HA!” the other man billowed, “an what makes you think you’d even come close to
winnin’?” John didn’t answer just glared daggers at him. “Fine, you wanna get
your ass handed to ya, then be my guest. In the ally down the street, one
hour,” the man stated in a clipped manner, “And no funny business, got it?”
John nodded once, moving on down the street toward the ally. No sense waiting
else where, he had nowhere he needed to be. And so he waited, the hour seemed
an eternity. He knew that there was a high chance of him being seriously
injured; there was even the likely hood of death though it was surely to be a
slow one. He also knew there would be at least one witness to this “scuffle”.
He was also hoping that it wouldn’t end with him in jail for fighting, though
that wasn’t an entirely terrible thing, at least it was warm and there was
food. Still he didn’t intend to smudge his clean record if he didn’t have to. 
John looked at a half broken wristwatch in his packet, the hour was up and it
was time to fight. He was sitting on an up-ended crate in the middle of the
ally against the wall, trying to stay in the shadows. He saw the man had indeed
brought a witness, several actually. All likely from his group, so no one there
to support John. Doesn’t Matter.
“Where are ya, runt?” the man called out. John pulled himself out of the
shadows and into the dimly lit ally. “I’m here,” he announced, though it really
wasn’t necessary. “Well, let’s get on with it,” the man growled, “I’m losing
good income.”
John widened his stance bending his knees. Relaxing his muscles, he hoped to
make himself more flexible. He had no experience in serious fighting or
brawling but he knew he was quick. John always tried to avoid fighting, relying
more on cunning then violence. However, there were times that called for a fist
or two from him, but that had mostly been against opponents that were his
equal, definitely not bigger.
John ran his eyes over his opponent, quickly scanning for any outward signs of
weakness, unfortunately not seeing any. The man lunged forward, a heavy fist
planting into his ribs…
When it was all said and done, the other man was unconscious, and he himself
sustained a sprained wrist, bruised shins and very likely a couple of cracked
ribs, but he had gained the to rights to the corner of Baker Street.
He really hated relying on begging to get him through, but he wasn’t too proud
to do what was necessary. So while he lay there on his vent going over the
fight his thoughts turned toward his sister and wondered what she might be
doing. John instantly shook his head as if to free himself of the image of
Harry, there wasn’t any use dwelling on his only family in the world. She had
left him all alone, so why should he care. 
John took a deep tentative breath, wary of his ribs and closed his eyes to try
to gain a few hours of sleep while he could. Sleep was not to be had that
night.
***** Chapter 3 *****
John was jostled awake by the cold, hard tip of a heavy boot. After living on
the streets, he had learned to sleep with one eye open, so the fact that he
hadn’t been alerted sooner to the figures that now loomed over him was a bit
disturbing. He wanted desperately to pop up and defend himself but the cracked
ribs had decided to make moving, even slowly almost impossible. He opted to
level a harsh glare at the figures.
At the sight of the glare, the figures, well men, roared with harsh laughter
and continued to nudge John with their boots. John hissed as one of the nudges
bumped into his ribcage.
“Awww, look Charlie, this ones already a bit banged up,” The man that stood
closest to John’s head curdled, his laugh turning into a dangerous sneer.
“ Oh, the poor lamb wont put up much of a fight now will he, Eddie?” the second
man directed the question at John. 
“Do you think the Boss is going to mind that this one is banged up?” Charlie
asked Eddie with a touch of concern in his voice. “Na, he knows what kind of
condition they are likely to be in,” Eddie replied with confidence.
John knew he was doomed, he was injured and weak and hungry. All he could do
was shake his head to indicate that there would be no struggle. He prayed that
whatever these two had planned, that it would be over soon. He knew in the back
of his mind though that he would have no such luck. After all, if he was
killed, there was no one that would know or care. And God wasn’t that a sad
thought.
The two men, Charlie and Eddie, stooped and drug a very sore and broken John to
his feet. He couldn’t make out much about them as the alley was dark and the
lack of a near by streetlight didn’t even provide a glimpse of their features.
John just knew they were big and he was in trouble.
As they marched him to the street with strong hands on his shoulders and around
his upper arms, he also felt a gun bump into his side, as if he needed to be
reminded to not do something stupid. When they reached the end of the alley he
saw a white panel van pull up quick and found himself shoved in the back with
no amount of gentleness. Shit.
He didn’t try to speak while they flew through the emptying streets. Of course,
he hadn’t spoken much in the last few years, other then what was necessary to
beg or to ask for work. Soon he would be doing plenty of talking. And
begging…and screaming.
                                  ~~~~~~~~~~~
                                        
They drove for what felt like hours. Next thing John knew he was being hustled
into an old warehouse. What met him made his blood run cold. There in the
center of the room was a very large rod-iron bed surrounded on three sides by
some sort of curtain and at the foot of the bed, there stood a video camera on
a tripod attached by cables to a laptop that sat open on a long table. Fuck.
John panicked. He knew he shouldn’t struggle, but his fight or flight instinct
took over. He knew he was in for pure, unadulterated hell. The hands that held
him tightened to near bone crushing; a silent warning to cooperate or suffer
even worse. What had he ever done to deserve this he wondered? John breathing
turned to heavy pants, panic sinking its nasty claws in deep.
Charlie took him over to the bed, tossed him onto it and cuffed his right wrist
to the headboard; Eddie did the same to the left side. He then noticed that
there were a few more people waiting in the shadows just out of range of the
camera. OH, God no!Where these people really going to stand there and watch him
get stripped and god knows what else? Apparently so as he heard snickers and
tittering coming from the shadows.
John wanted so bad to cry and struggle, but even though he was likely going to
die here, he wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of seeing him shatter.
Taking a deep breath, he focused on some exposed piping on the ceiling and
proceeded to retreat into a small dark cupboard in his mind where he went many
times to escape the pain he experienced on the street, but now it was all he
had left. So into his cupboard he went and curled up with a blanket as the men
started to strip him.
Charlie took out a large hunting knife and began to slice the jacket and thin
shirt from the young boy’s body. Charlie thought he was a rather attractive
kid, with his dirty blond hair and blue eyes. He wasn’t pale like most
Londoners but held a soft golden glow to his skin even under the layers of
dirt, grim and blood. 
Eddie produced a pair of scissors and cut along the seams of the boy’s jeans,
pulling the material away from the soft skin underneath, his pants came away
with the jeans. Standing back, both men looked over the naked boy with dark,
ravenous eyes. Sadly, he was not for them to sample. There were high paying
customers to accommodate.
With that the stationary camera was switched on, a hand held was picked up and
the show began.
***** Chapter 4 *****
The first customer did little to the boy in comparison to what some the others
were going to do. He simply groped, licked, kissed and probed him, causing
nothing more then a grunted response from the boy.
The fifth customer was the worst so far. He started his allotted time with a
through going over with a riding crop, all down the front of John’s body. The
yells from the boy were shrill, vibrating around the room for several minutes.
The man then hiked up the boy's legs over his shoulders, lined himself up and
rammed his way into the tight opening even as the boy tried to jerk free. The
scream was blood curdling. Just as quick as the scream had begun, it ended. The
boy went limp, unconscious. This angered the burly man to the point he started
hitting the boy to wake him up. As he came to, that was the point that John
spoke his first words.
“Please, please stop…STOP!” he wailed as the man pounded in to him ruthlessly.
“Shut the fuck up you little slut!” the man growled at John. His eyes were
murderous. The man’s grip on his young hips caused massive bruising. He felt
sweat drip off the man’s body on to his, making him cringe, fighting the waves
of nausea that rose up.
John tried to retreat into his mind again just to get away from it all. Away
from the sounds, the smells, the sights. However, the pain was just too much
for him to pull back fully. All John could do was bite down on his bottom lip,
screw his eyes closed and hang on.
Soon the bear of a man grunted out his orgasm and rolled off. He was given a
towel to clean himself of the blood and semen. With a satisfied smile, he
dressed and left. John lay shaking uncontrollably, not daring to open his eyes.
When he finely managed to crack his eyelids, he saw that the rest of the people
that had been there before, were no longer present.
“They will be back tomorrow,” Charlie informed him, once the man noticed John
looking around. He came over to the bed with a wet cloth and began to roughly
wash the boy down. Eddie came over, unlocked the cuffs, paying no attention to
the mangled state they were in, and pulled John from the bed so that fresh
linens could be placed on the bed for the next days activities.
With a gun to his back, John was made to walk, or hobble as it were, a short
distance to a table and made to eat a dry piece of bread and drink a few drops
of water. John wasn’t sure he could keep anything down even as small amount as
it was. He was cold, aching, having trouble breathing and bleeding. John wanted
nothing more then to curl up and die. If today was any example of what tomorrow
was to bring, he wanted no part of it. So, he prayed that death would come to
him in the night.
  
                                ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
                                        
Dawn found John cuffed again to the bed with a wool blanket covering his
nakedness. Just like everyone else, even death didn’t want him. He opened his
eyes and stared at the ceiling, much like he did the night before. He heard his
two “handlers” moving about, heard the sounds of the city and morning traffic,
but he figured he was on the outskirts of the city as the sounds of the traffic
were some how muted.
John lay there and wondered what had become of his life, and what it would have
been like if his parent hadn’t died or even if his fucking sister had cared
enough. But what was the point in torturing himself; he was going to get more
of that later.
Eddie come over and forced him to have a few sips of water. Really, what was
the point? After drinking he was told that the rest of the customers would be
filing in soon, so to prepare himself. Please God, let me die!
Two customers in and John again begged the monsters to stop, he didn’t care
anymore what they thought of him, he just wanted them to stop. However, no
relief came. The third man to get his hands on John had requested that he be
turned onto his stomach. After the “handlers” accommodated the sick fuck, the
tall man slithered up John’s body, trailing kisses and little nips from his
hips to his neck. The dark haired man slid his finger in to John’s inflamed and
bleeding hole all the way to the knuckle. John hissed out a pained breath and
clamped his eyes shut.
“Oh angel, you’re so hot and wet,” cooed the man into John’s ear as he pumped
now two fingers into the torn asshole. John whimpered, not from any pleasure
but from the sheer will to keep quiet and controlled. He felt the man rock his
hard prick against the back of his thigh.
“That’s ok doll, I know you like this, don’t you?” asked the curly haired
snake. John refused to play along. For his efforts, the man clamped his teeth
down savagely on the nape of john’s neck, making the boy howl in pain.
“Answer me promptly next time, Slut!” the man yelled, after which he rammed his
above average sized cock into the over used orifice, causing yet more wailing
and struggling from John. It burned so badly, it felt like he was being burned
and sliced in two at the same time.
Once the man saw that John was going to put up a struggle, he proceeded to
place brutal bites along his shoulders, neck and back. The man managed to make
every bite bleed profusely. He pumped himself into John a few more times before
he came with a shout. After pulling out, he reached for something just outside
of John’s line of sight. The first strike from yet another riding crop was
vicious. John couldn’t keep the howl in. Nine more horrifically brutal strikes
left John hoarse and his back bloodied and shredded to a pulp.
“Thank you angel, I’m glad you enjoyed this, I know I did,” the dark haired man
purred to John as he pulled on his long coat and scarf, “Now be a good little
slut for everyone and you might get something nice to eat.”  At that, he
swanned out the door, coat flaring out behind him.
John wasn’t sure he would last much longer. He knew he had bleed more then what
was healthy, but also he just didn’t have the will to go on. Fortunately, he
wouldn’t have to.  
John came to to the sound of shouting. He found he was still cuffed on his
stomach. As he opened his eyes, he found that his vision was blurry, and his
head was pounding to beat the band. Hunger, blood loss and exhaustion will do
that to you he supposed. 
He heard something that sounded like gunshots and screams, but nothing really
registered, it was so hard to focus. Then he heard a man’s voice quite near
him, he thought it sounded quite nice with that slight Irish lilt. He focused
on that voice as best he could. It sounded angry and concerned. But who would
be concerned about him, he was nobody.
He hears the man yell at someone named Sebastian. “Get the cuffs off him, NOW!”
he thinks he hears the Irishman say. But maybe he was mistaken, no one cared
about him. He feels a cool, wet sensation spread over his back and ass. It hurt
like hell, but the pain didn’t connect in his brain. Before John knew what was
happening his eyelids where slipping closed and his world, for all that it was
worth, began to fade to black. Just before complete oblivion took him, he heard
the Irishman whisper, “Hang on, little one, I’ve got you.”
***** Chapter 5 *****
John woke to a dim light and soft warmth. He frowned, turning his head slowly
taking in his surroundings. As he turned his head, he let out a small shout as
a sharp pain shot down his neck and back. Oh that’s right, that bastard beat
me!
The room John found himself in was nothing short of elegant. The walls were
paneled with dark wood, John wasn’t sure what kind, and tapestries hung on two
of the walls. Heavy drapes hung from floor to ceiling over the windows,
obscuring any light that might get through. Other then a lone bookcase, flat
screen TV on one wall and one chair near the side of the bed, the room was
minimally furnished. There was a door tucked into the wall next to one of the
tapestries, it was likely the closet John thought. 
John looked down at the bed itself and saw a thick dark green duvet covering
him. It was so warm; he had forgotten what it was like to be so warm. Pulling
his hands from under the covers, he saw that his shredded wrists were bandaged.
That’s when he noticed that his ribs were also bandaged. Even with all this he
began to panic the longer he lay there. Where was he, who had taken him, were
the people going to come back and hurt him some more? 
Just as his panic had reached the point of hyperventilation, the bedroom door
open and admitted a short, impeccably dressed dark haired man.
John had never seen a more handsome, beautiful man in his life. An Angel.
“Hi, I’m Jim.”
As much as John thought that the man was beautiful, he still shrunk back under
the covers as much as was possible. He was scared, he didn’t want this man to
hurt him, but he also didn’t want this man to kick him out. He pulled the
covers up over his face until just a pair of frightened eyes were left
showing. 
Jim noticed the boy trying to make himself as small and unassuming as possible.
The sight alone made his chest give a strange clench.
John saw the man drop his hands from behind his back as well as drop his
shoulders as he stepped forward fully into the room. There was sad look in his
dark brown eyes, though he hid it with a soft smile. 
“Its ok, you don’t have to scared. I promise I wont come near you until your
ready ok?” Jim placated, gesturing with his hands that he meant no harm.
John gave him a small nod from under his blanket. For some reason, he trusted
that this man would cause him no harm. And wasn’t that a relief. 
“ May I come in and talk to you? I’ll only come as close as the chair ok?” Jim
asked in a soft tone. Somehow, he had to convince this poor boy that he
truly meant no harm.
Again, John gave the affirmative with only the slightest of nods. His grip
tightened on the duvet, as if he could shield himself with it.
 Jim moved slowly over to the chair and lowered his body into it with a little
sigh. He was genuinely tired; murder was such tiring business, especially when
one had to employ torture.
Now that the man was even closer and so much easier to see, John found that he
was even more stunning then he first thought. The man’s combed hair looked
soft, and the light stubble on his chin only enhanced to line of his sculpted
jaw. He stood about five foot eight inches; at least that was John’s rough
estimate.
His eyes were a mix of melted dark chocolate and obsidian, eyebrows finely
sculpted. John shivered under the intense gaze the man was giving him, it felt
like he could see right through him and knew every thing that he had done and
all that had been done to him.
Jim’s shoulders were a bit on the broad side in comparison to his trim waist
and his arms were well muscled. The white shirt that lay under the handsome
suit jacket sat taunt across his chest. John’s mouth watered, well, just a
little.
“ I’m John,” came the timid reply from the bed. Jim smiled softly at the teen;
he couldn’t have been more then fourteen or fifteen. The name John seemed to
fit the little dirty blonde quite well.
“Nice to meet you, John,” Jim replied with a sincere smile. Lovely.  
“Well John, like I said, I’m Jim and I want you to know that no one is going to
hurt you here. You’re safe, ok.”
Johns eyes narrowed, trying as best he could to determine if what the man -
Jim- was saying was true. Seeming to find what he was looking for in the others
warm eyes, John nodded.
“Where am I?” John whispered, throat raw from sleep and likely from all the
screaming he had done.
“You’re at my country home. I brought you here hoping it might help you recover
better. I would love you to stay, but I will not make you. You are free to
leave when you wish, all you have to do is let me know.” The hopeful look in
Jim’s eyes as he told all this to John, made John’s heart give a little
flutter. “I would like you to stay long enough to heal though, but again that
is entirely your choice.”
“Why?” John asked shyly. Why would a complete stranger care about a homeless
kid that was so damaged and broken he doubted he would recognize himself? 
“Because, you’re a young man who has had a shit life and deserves a little
peace and comfort,” Jim replied, trying hard to keep the sadness from his face.
It didn’t work.
“ But you don’t know me!” John protested, finely moving the covers from his
face.
Worry, fear and a touch of hope swept across the boy’s features for only a
second, and then were just as quickly replaced by a mask of indifference. If
Jim hadn’t been watching John closely, the entire thing would have been missed.
“I don’t need to know you to have an idea what you need. I was in a similar
situation when I was about sixteen. I didn’t have anyone there for me and I
would like to be here for you, if you’ll let me,” Jim said glancing from John
to the carpet and back again.
John wasn’t sure how to reply to Jim’s offer. “How did I get here? How long
have I been here?” John asked, voice much stronger then before.
“ You’ve been here about four days, as to how you got here, well…” Jim
hesitated. He wasn’t sure how much to tell the boy just yet. “ I am in charge
of a very large organization. I got word that there was an offer going around
to those of us with deep pockets, for an hour with a young boy doing what every
they liked to him. Due to certain things that happened to me in the past, I
wouldn’t allow that to happen. I was a day late getting to you, and for that I
sincerely apologize,” Jim informed the boy calmly but firmly.
At this, John pulled his arms free of the covers, thereby exposing his bruised
and bandaged chest. Jim quickly dropped his eyes to the floor, the sight before
him made his mouth dry. There sat the most beautiful young upper body he had
ever laid eyes on. John’s shoulders were broad for his age and height, his skin
was a light golden tan; He must have been in the sun a lot this past summer.The
boy’s muscles were quite defined for a street kid. He’s had to fight hard out
there.
Jim was awash with shame and guilt at the twitch in his trousers.
“So, what … Um what would you want,” John stammered, swallowing hard, “what
would you want me to give you in exchange for staying here?”
Jim’s jaw dropped in horror as he realized what the boy was implying. “Oh God,
John! Nothing, absolutely nothing! I will never EVER ask for such favors in
exchange for love and kindness.” He was ashen-faced as he considered what this
beautiful boy must have had to endure to survive.
“That’s not what most people say,” John replied shyly, a light blush creeping
into his cheeks.
“What do they normally say?” Jim was afraid to ask, he was almost certain what
the answer would be.
“Open up,” John deadpanned.
Jim couldn’t help put wince at the instant mental visual. “I’m sorry, sweetie.”
What else could he say to that? He sat back in the chair, as he had leaned
forward with his elbows on his knees while he had been talking to John. He
studied the half naked boy, who in turn studied him with the most striking
storm blue eyes.
“Would you like something to eat? Anything you want, just say the word,” asked
Jim suddenly, standing and smoothing out the wrinkles in his Westwood suit. The
silence was getting to him a bit.
John flinched a little as Jim stood from the chair, if he noticed he made no
indication. “Um…maybe just a sandwich. I don’t want to be to much trouble.” Jim
smiled at his shyness, “sweetheart, you can have anything you want, oh and
nothing is to much trouble for you!” Jim grinned at him from the foot of the
bed. It was met with a slight upward turn of the boy’s full lips. Progress!
***** Chapter 6 *****
John finished his sandwich with no small amount of relish. He could have sworn
it was the biggest thing he had ever eaten. He leaned back against the
headboard, sinking luxuriously into the pile of pillows.
Taking a deep breath, well as deep as he could, considering the circumstances,
he decided to try to process everything that had happened since he had woken
up. He didn’t really mind that Jim was still in the room, he just closed his
eyes and focused.
He knew that he had had some kind of medical treatment if the bandages were
anything to go by. He was warm and fed, he was safe, or at least for now
anyway. And to top it all off, he had been given the option and opportunity to
be taken care of. He also thought that it didn’t hurt that Jim was sexy,
charming and kind. After all the things he had suffered before this point, this
last thought should have freaked him out, but oddly enough it really didn’t.
Could he really let this man in, close enough to be cared for? Did Jim really
mean what he said about not wanting anything in return for him staying here?
A truly frightening thought crossed his young mind. What if Jim gets tired of
taking care of him like Harry did and kicked him out on to the street again?
John knew that if got use to being taken of and this happened, he wouldn’t
survive. A small part of John’s brain told him he had just been begging for
death not a couple of nights ago, so what was the harm in having a little
comfort before it finely came. Things really couldn’t get any worse. Could
they?
“Okay, Mr. Moriarty. I accept your offer to stay,” John murmured timidly, “If
the offer is still available, that is.” John didn’t meet Jim’s eyes, afraid of
what he might see there.
Jim grinned ear to ear when he heard John’s announcement. He told the boy the
he was honored to have him stay and that he hoped he wouldn’t find it to
boring. John blushed a delicious shade of pink. Jim tried to keep the hunger
from his dark eyes at the sight of the shading.
Jim made his way to the bedroom door, calling over his shoulder. “ I’m off to
make arrangements for clothes and toiletries for you. I shall return shortly.”
He knew he had to get out of that room now or risk kissing John and scaring him
off just would not do, AT ALL!
John replied with a little nod and a soft smile. That was about all he could
apparently. Wow! Is this really happening? God, it feels like a dream!His eyes
slid closed as he fell into a light doze.
John startled awake at the sound of the bedroom door closing. Jim had returned
with what looked like pajamas. “Sorry, I woke you up. I thought I would bring
you some spare PJ’s until you new things arrive. I hope that’s ok,” Jim stated,
suddenly feeling uncharacteristically shy. What the Hell? Ah, you want him to
like you don’t you Jimmy!He nearly growled audibly at himself, before reining
himself in.
“Are you sure you don’t need them?” John asked shyly, but slightly in awe. From
the look of the room, those PJ’s were probably worth more then anything he had
ever owned, or ever would for that matter.
“Of course, sweetie,” Jim smiled at the boy, trying to dispel the shock he saw
in his face. God, he really is precious. If the boy would let him, he would
give him the world.
“Would you like to get up and take a walk? The doctor said it might be good for
you to get a little exercise. I could show you around the house, if you like?”
Jim asked, and damn it all if he was feeling self-conscious again. This just
would not do.
John’s reply came soft and barely audible. “Yes, please.” Jim smiled softly at
his boy. His? Since when had he started thinking of John as his? He sat the
clothes on the nightstand. He moved to leave the room, wanting to give the boy
some privacy as he dressed. A small, trembling voice pulled him to an abrupt
halt.
“Um…Mr. Moriarty? Um…I don’t mean to be any trouble, but…could you help me?”
John swallowed hard, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “it hurts a bit to
move.” He so desperately didn’t want to appear weak or needy but he just
couldn’t do this without a little help. He hoped Jim wouldn’t think badly of
him.
“Oh, love. Its not trouble at all. I said I wanted to take care of you and this
is part of taking care of you, ok,” Jim tried to assure him warmly. “ I’m going
to have to touch to do this ok. Are you going to be ok with that?” He
desperately didn’t want to further traumatize the boy, no matter how much he
was dying to feel his soft skin. Later.
“Yeah, its fine,” came the quiet reply. “Ok, lets get your shirt on first,” Jim
instructed as he lifted the top and hung it low enough so that John wouldn’t
have to extend his arms too far up or out. The strain form it would be
excruciating on his ribs. “Can you button this yourself?” “Yeah, thanks,”
replied John.
John found that he was having a hard time breathing, and it wasn’t from the
exertion on his sore body. It was from the reverent and tender touches and
feather light brushed of Jim’s fingers. He had never had someone, anyone, touch
him so softly or carefully.
“Ok, dear. Lets get these pants and trousers on you. Get you warmed up,” Jim
stated as he squatted down to slip both on to the boy’s legs before working
them up as far as they would go. He tried to sound light and friendly to
distract from the fact that his hands were grazing beautiful skin and that his
hardening cock was definitely taking an interest. It was going to be difficult
to control his urges, but he would do anything for his boy to make him
comfortable.
“Pull these up as I stand you up ok,” Jim instructed softly. John nodded in
affirmation. Putting his arm around John’s waist, he stood the boy in one
smooth move. John grunted slightly, taking the trousers and pants and pulling
them into place with one hand. 
John noticed how warm it was next to Jim’s body. He found himself desperately
wanting to lean into the firm chest of Jim, but he figured that kind of thing
wouldn’t be appreciated. He wasn’t even sure that Jim would like other men. His
luck, he would be straight. Oh well.
Jim noticed John’s body stiffening as if to keep himself from leaning too much
into him. Oh love I want that so bad. He didn’t let on that he knew what was
going through the boy’s mind; he didn’t want to risk making a move too early
and scaring him off. Patience. Keeping is arm around the boy; Jim gently guided
him toward the bedroom door. And so, he began his tour of his (their, his mind
supplied) home.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Down the hall, he showed John which room was his, in case the boy should ever
need him in the night. Jim hoped that with time, it would come to permanently
house one John Watson. There was a lavish bathroom situated between both
bedrooms, though Jim’s room had an en suite.
At the end of the white walled corridor, Jim showed John into a spacious living
room with vaulted ceilings. There was another very large flat screen TV hanging
on one wall, lush dark leather sofas and matching chairs, and a very large
stone fire place took up another wall completely. The walls were also white in
this room, broken occasionally by large framed pieces of beautiful art work. A
good portion of one wall directly across from the entryway was floor to ceiling
windows, coating the living room in warm natural light.
Just off the living room, lay a rather sizable kitchen. The front room and
kitchen were open to each other giving the illusion of added space. The kitchen
was filled with restaurant grade stainless steel and every modern appliance
imaginable. An island bar and stools was the only thing to separate the two
rooms. Just beyond the kitchen, down a small dark paneled hall sat a lone heavy
oak door.
John took in everything Jim showed him on the tour. He had never seen anything
so beautiful in his life. He felt like his eye were frozen wide with shock and
awe and he was certain that his jaw was dragging the floor. He was definitely
sure he was dreaming.
Jim giggled at John’s stunned expression, finding it entirely too adorable. His
eyes followed everywhere John’s roamed. He felt a sense of pride at the
appreciation of his home. He hoped one day hopefully soon, John would see it as
his home as well. “So…what do you think? Think you could get use to living
here?” Jim asked innocently, knowing well what the boy thought of the place.
John pinked and flustered. “Are you serious? Oh my god, Mr. Moriarty. Are you
sure I haven’t died and gone to heaven? This place is amazing!” “ Why…how…”
John stammered, “How… Why would you want to let me stay here? This is too much!
I’m just some dirty, broken kid from the street! This is just unreal." 
Jim couldn’t quite understand how John could be that overwhelmed; he certainly
didn’t think the house was that extravagant. The boy made it sound like a
mansion.
Jim guided John into one of the oversized chairs that flanked the fireplace. He
made sure it was the one facing the kitchen, sure that John wouldn’t like
having his back exposed. John settled with a groan and a small thanks. “How
about I make some tea and then we can chat if you like,” offered Jim. John
sighed happily, “ Oh my god, that sound wonderful,” he smiled a shy smile at
Jim.
Jim moved to the kitchen and filled the electric kettle. After clicking it on,
Jim leaned against the worktop facing the boy. “So tell me about yourself.” He
waited for John to reply, and then noticed the look of apprehension on John’s
face. “You are welcome to ask me any questions about myself,” Jim amended,
wanting to put the boy at ease.
John cleared his throat and looked at the floor before he began. “Um… well I’m
sixteen, my name is John Watson. I have an older sister who left me because she
said she couldn’t handle taking care of me. I have no idea where she is now
though. My parents died when I was nine and she took care of me for a little
while after, well for five years, but then she just …left.” John swallowed hard
and refused to meet Jim’s eyes, “ left a note, said she couldn’t handle dealing
with me.” Tears stung his eyes begging to be released, but he refused to let
them fall. He thought he had dealt with his sisters rejections and abandonment
ages ago, apparently not.
Jim's heart twisted painfully in his chest when he heard John’s story. He knew
the boy was lying about his age, but he let it go for now as he could tell John
had more to say. He made two mugs of black tea and placed them on a tray with
sugar and milk. He took the tray to the living room and sat it on the coffee
table between johns chair and his own. Taking a seat, he waited.
Swallowing again, John continued. “I tried to work and go to school after Harry
left, but after a few months it got too much for me so I left home. I was
hoping I would have better luck in London, but it didn’t work out like that.”
He paused a moment, lost in thought. “I worked for a while as a paperboy but
they told me I was too dirty so they fired me.” John took to staring out the
bank of windows at the overcast and snow covered landscape, but not really
seeing it at all.
Jim watched John’s sweet, sad face harden. Oh my poor boy.“I’m sorry, John,” he
offered softly, staring at the crackling fire that roared in the fireplace,
trying to give the boy some small amount of privacy with his thoughts.
Blinking rapidly, John came back to himself and turned to look at Jim. “Why are
you sorry? You didn’t do anything,” he stated slightly shocked, “You’re the one
who rescued me and gave me a beautiful place to live.”  Noticing the tea in
front of him, John added two lumps of sugar and lifted the cup to his lips. The
temperature was perfect for drinking. He settled deeper in to his chair and
moaned softly at the sweet warmth on his tongue. This was fantastic. As he
enjoyed his tea, he watched Jim intently as the other seemed to be lost in
thoughts of his own.
“You lied,” Jim stated rather bluntly, and without even looking from the fire
to John. The boy stiffened, staring wide eyed with the mug hanging mid sip.
“What? I haven’t lied,” John protested defensively. Shit.“ How old are you
really?” Jim demanded in a soft voice with a hint of venom.
John shivered at the tone of voice. He was scared; scared Jim would either hit
him or kick him out. He also didn’t want Jim to know that he had only told him
he was older because he wanted this man in every way possible. He knew that if
Jim found out, he would be disgusted with him. Above all else, he didn’t want
Jim to be angry with him.
Jim shifted his gazed to stare at the boy with hard eyes, watching lust, fear,
and uncertainty flit across his face. This was when he realized that the boy
wanted him, but was afraid of rejection due to his age.
“Fourteen,” came the soft, terrified replied. John’s eyes were glued to the mug
that now sat in his lap. Shoulders slumped; he couldn’t keep from closing his
eyes, waiting for whatever inevitable punishment would come. What he wasn’t
expecting was the warm hand grasping his chin, tilting it up, forcing his eyes
to meet Jim’s. What he saw there was not anger or disgust, but unbridled lust
and want, as well as kindness and care. John swallowed almost audibly as Jim’s
face inched closer. He unconsciously flicked out his pink tongue and licked his
lips. Before he realized it, warm, moist lips covered his in the most tender of
kisses. John’s eyes slid closed on their own as he leaned into the caress. Then
it was over, entirely too soon.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Jim knew he would be taking a huge risk, but from the things he had witnessed
on John’s face, he knew that his advances would be well received, but only if
done slowly and tenderly. For now anyway. He stood and stepped closer to the
boy –his boy. John didn’t seem to even realize he had moved closer. He reached
down and cupped the boy’s chin pulling it up so he could see into John’s eyes.
He bent closer to the boy, not wanting to scare him and he wanted to give him a
chance to back away should he chose.
Jim’s eyes shifted from the boy’s eyes to his lips where he had just licked
them. Throwing caution to the wind, he closed the distance and consumed the
boy’s soft, full lips. The kiss was chaste and loving. He pulled back
reluctantly, just catching John’s eyes fluttering open. He remained close to
John’s face, taking in the dilated pupils and accelerated pulse. 
“ I don’t care how old you are, I still want you…badly, if you’ll have me,” Jim
whispered, hot breath brushing the boy’s face. 
“Yes, yes I’ll have you,” John replied with a desperate whimper. 
“But, you must NEVER lie to me about anything, no matter how small,
understood?” Jim stated, whisper gone, squeezing John’s chin a bit harder to
emphasize his point.
John shuddered as his eyes went wide at Jim’s implied threat. “Yes Sir,” John
gasped. Now wasn’t that interesting. He knew he didn’t want to find out what
would happen to him if he should disobey.
Jim smiled at his boy, certain he got his point across. He knew that it was
just a little white lie, born out of fear of rejection, but he knew it could
lead to other “behavior” and if the boy was going to be perfectly submissive no
matter what, he needed to curb it now. No time like the present to start
training him. Oh, this will be fun!
Running his hand up from the boy’s chin to his jaw and then cheek, Jim did his
best to reassure John that he cared for him. “Good boy,” He whispered.
John leaned in to the touch, so desperate for affection, of any kind. Jim
calling him a good boy just made the touch feel that much better. The praise
was definitely something new for him, he was sure he would be addicted to it
soon. 
Jim released John’s face and went back to his chair. “Do you have any questions
for me?” he asked, certain the boy did.
“Yeah, um… tell me about the warehouse, what happened?” John asked rather
hesitantly.
“Ah, ah Johnny. Manners.” Jim stated in a serious tone, though his eyes were
still soft.
John looked confused, not sure, what Jim was asking for. Jim saw it the moment
of realization lit across John’s face. He sat, smiling, waiting for John to
speak.
“Please, tell me what happened at the warehouse,” John amended, hoping he got
it right.
“Manners are important Johnny, remember that. As for the warehouse, you may not
like what you hear, or me for that matter when I get done telling you,” Jim
replied with only a touch of hesitation. He wouldn’t lie or sugar coat it, he
expected honesty from John and that’s what he would give in return.
“Once I heard about the offer, I gathered a few of my best men to help me. It
took me a day to get the information on where and when it was taking place.
That’s why I was late. It took longer then I expected.” Jim paused for a moment
to collect his thoughts before continuing. “When I got there, to the
warehouse,” he sighed, rubbing his hand over his face, “ there was another
seven to ten people waiting their turn for you. Let’s just say that my men put
them all down, quite effectively I might add.” “I don’t normally get my hands
dirty directly, but the two men that took you off the street got my personal
treatment even though they weren’t able to tell me who set up the whole
operation, I didn’t make it easy on them.” Jim finished with a sneer, eyes
glazing over as he remembered their screams and pleads.
“I went after everyone that had attended the day before and I’m fairly sure
there is no one left.” Jim waited to see how the boy would take all this. If he
were honest with himself, he expected the boy to bolt for the door. What did
happen was definitely not, what he expected.
John sat in shocked silence as Jim implied murder and torture. He knew he was
definitely messed up in the head because as much as he knew he should be
terrified, he wasn’t. He was actually relieved and a bit pleased that Jim
killed for him.
After Jim finished the story, John sank further into his chair with a sigh,
suddenly feeling exhausted. “Good, good. Thank you so much,” John said with a
soft smile. He would be forever in Jim’s debt and would spend the rest of his
life caring for him, loving(?) him, and one day killing for him, if need be.
Jim was utterly flood by John’s acceptance and appreciation. John was turning
out to be more of a mystery then he initially thought. He noticed the weariness
that had settled over the boy. “ Want to take a nap in your room, or do you
just want to kip on the couch?” Jim offered, with a smile. “ Um.. I think the
couch will work, it’s closer,” John replied.
“I have some work to do in the office, but if you need anything just holler at
me ok,” Jim said as he settled John down on the couch. “Ok, thanks, I
appreciate it,” john sighed as he snuggled under the blanket that Jim draped
over him. Jim smiled. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. Now get some rest and when
you wake up, we’ll make dinner. I should have your medication by then too,” Jim
stated, leaning down and placing a kiss to the boy’s forehead. John nodded,
eyes already closed.
Jim moved to his office; he was determined to find the sick fuck that hurt his
boy. He didn’t want to give him the chance to hurt someone else. On top of
that, he still had a criminal empire to run. Just another day at the office. 
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
     Things are heating up!!
      
     Thank you to all the readers of this story and thanks for all your
     encouraging comments, you all keep me going!
      
     xoxoxo
John woke to the alarm that sounded from his bladder. The clock on his end
table told him he had slept through the night. God, he really had to piss.
Looking around, he realized that he was no longer on the couch, but back in his
bedroom. To be able to actually call it his, was definitely something he was
going to have to get use to. He wasn’t sure if he should try to call out for
Jim to help him or if he should just go it on his own. Sighing with mild
frustration at his debilitated state, John decided to go it alone. 
Sliding to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, John found that the
overall pain wasn’t to bad. Shifting forward until his feet were on the floor,
he lifted himself to standing. It was certainly more painful now, but really
nothing he couldn’t handle. John made it to the bedroom doorway, as the door
was open. At that point, the pain was indeed too much for him to handle. He
collapsed with a sharp cry. He lay panting on his side half in the room and
half in the hall, trying desperately to calm himself. Please don’t be mad I’m
so needy. 
Jim heard the cry and subsequent thud of a body in pain landing on the floor.
He ran down the hall toward the bedrooms. There he found his boy sprawled out,
shaking. “Oh, baby,” he exclaimed in shock, “ what are you doing out of bed?
Why didn’t you call me, love?”
John couldn’t meet his eyes. Shame covered his face like a thick blanket. “I
had to use the toilet, and I didn’t want to bug you,” John replied softly, “I’m
sorry.” 
“Honey, you are never bothering me. I WANT to help you and take care of you,
and if that means helping you get to the bathroom then so be it, ok,” Jim
stated warmly. Squatting down, he lifted his boy back up to standing. Pulling
him close, arms wrapped gently but securely around the boy’s shoulders and
back, he steadied John before attempting to move him. “Are you ok to walk now?”
Jim asked softly into the boy’s hair. Inhaling deeply while he waited for
John’s reply, Jim gorged himself on the scent that was purely John. Fucking
beautiful.
As soon as Jim took him in his arms, John gave up all pretenses of restraint.
He buried his face in Jim’s chest, arms snaking under his jacket and around his
waist. The feelings of affection and safety that radiated from Jim was almost
too much for John. Tears stung his eyes, threatening to fall unwelcomed. He
felt broken, useless, helpless and a plethora of other emotions that all boiled
down to worthless. He wasn’t even worth the breaths he breathed. Dead would
definitely be a benefit to the world, and Jim. Jim.
Jim knew the instant John’s thoughts turned dark. Releasing one arm from its
place around the boy, he brought his hand to the boy’s face, forcing it up.
“No. Don’t you ever think that the world would be better off without you in
it,” he stated firmly. “I know I would be lost without you in it,” Jim said
softly, running his thumb along John’s cheek. He saw the tears there that
threatened to make their existence know, and it broke his heart. He knew
without a doubt that in time, those three little words would be uttered to his
little fallen angel, but for now he would grace him with a soft kiss instead.
“Come on, let’s get you to the loo,” Jim said with a smile. He wasn’t sure how
this was going to work, as the boy couldn’t stand on his own. They would figure
it some how.
They made it to the bathroom with no difficulty. “Um, maybe sitting would be
easier on you then standing,” Jim suggested with a light blush. John nodded,
“yeah, you’re probably right.”  “Do you need any help with pulling anything
down?” Jim felt slightly mortified at having to ask such a thing but there was
nothing for it. “No, thanks. I got it, just…could you wait outside the door,
just in case I do need help?” John asked shyly. “Sure thing, love,” said Jim as
he stepped out the door pulling it closed behind him.
John was ashamed beyond belief. He couldn’t even piss without someone there
holding his hand. Since when had he become a helpless piece of shit? He
finished his business with no small amount of struggle. “Jim?” John called out
after washing his hands.
Jim opened the door to find his boy paler then he had been when he had left him
to some privacy. He wrapped an arm around Johns waist and guided him back to
his room. He lowered him gently to the bed, bundling the duvet around the boy.
“The doctor will be here in about an hour to have a look at you wounds and your
stiches ok,” Jim informed the boy.
John sighed as he sank into the warmth of the soft mattress. “Ok, thank you,”
he replied, “will you stay in here with me when they come?” He wanted to hate
himself for sounding so needy, but thinking back to every thing that Jim had
told him, he didn’t think that Jim would really mind. Moreover, he felt
unusually safe with the man round. There was just something about him that made
John think of how deadly he could be. Jim had told him about murdering the
people at the warehouse and torturing some of them. He found he really, really
did like the idea of Jim killing for him.
“Absolutely, baby,” Jim told him with a smile, “ never leaving you alone with
anyone, unless you ask me to go then I will.”
John grinned broadly at him, “Good, cause I don’t think I can handle being
alone right now, sleep should be ok though.” He knew that there were bound to
be nightmare soon. He was a bit surprised they hadn’t showed their ugly head
yet. Well, we’ll know tonight.
“You shouldn’t say that,” Jim teased, “You’re never going to be able to get rid
of me now.” His laugh was infectious, and soon John was joining in. “I think I
can deal with that,” John said with a little giggle.
John thought the small bubble of happiness that he felt in that moment with Jim
was the best thing ever. It seemed to have lightened the darkness that
threatened to overwhelm his young soul. With a half smile, John watched Jim
flit around the room arranging this and tucking that. He was more certain then
ever that Jim truly cared about his well-being.
Jim looked up from the blanket he was folding in time to catch John watching
him so intently it was a bit frightening. He flushed a deep pink. “Would you
like to nap before the doctor arrives?” Jim asked after clearing his throat. He
was definitely not use to having such a gaze leveled at him. Jim wondered
briefly what kind of man the boy would develop into in the future, and if he
could have any influence on that. Only time will tell.
“A nap would be nice,” John answered with another sign, this one of exhaustion.
“Would it be weird if I asked you to lay with me?” he asked timidly, not
wanting to be too forward too soon.
Jim smiled softly at him, “not at all. I would love it.” He didn’t want to seem
over eager, even though excitement near bubbled over. Jim toed off his shoes,
slipped off his jacket and walked over to the bed. “Under the covers or on
top,” Jim asked John just to be clear to him that he did not intend to do
anything untoward. “I would like under, but I don’t want to ruin your suit,”
John replied nervously. “Screw the suit,” Jim stated with a laugh. This seemed
to ease a little of the boy’s anxiety.
Pulling the duvet and sheet back, Jim slipped in next to the boy but not close
enough to be touching. He glanced over at John as he folded his left arm behind
his head, getting comfortable. John was staring at him renewed nervousness and
a touch of fear. Jim offered him a little smile before turning to stare at the
ceiling. A shocked gasped escaped him as he was suddenly overwhelmed by a
small, warm body. His arm instantly found its way around the boy’s shoulders,
holding him close, but still conscious of the state that John’s back was in. He
smiled down at the blonde that now clung to him greedily. Could get use to
this.
John was scared. He knew it was stupid and Jim would never hurt him like that
but it didn’t do anything for his nerves. Taking a deep breath, John threw
himself at Jim, burying his face in his firm chest and wrapping his arm across
his stomach. He didn’t dare look up, afraid of the expression that might be on
Jim’s face. John sighed in relief when he felt Jim’s arm come around and hold
him close. He snuggled his nose a little deeper in the Jim’s chest, taking in
the spice of his cologne and sweat. John had never smelt anything so wonderful
in his life. It made him feel safe for some reason. The smell and the heaviness
of Jim’s arm was all that was needed to sooth him into peaceful
unconsciousness.
Jim was glad to see the boy’s breathing even out as sleep overtook him. He knew
he desperately needed it, especially if he was going to heal in a timely
manner. He ran his fingers lightly through the boy’s shaggy blonde hair as he
closed his eyes and followed John into sleep.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Jim woke from a light doze looking immediately at the clock. He was relieved he
hadn’t slept past the time the doctor was scheduled to arrive.  That’s when he
noticed John still draped over him with the addition of his leg now hooked over
his own. The most surprising part of this was the hard length that pressed
against his thigh. He wasn’t sure how to address this issue gently, at any
other time he would wake his boy up with a heated hand job, but now was not the
place or time for such a thing, even if the thought of it caused an echo of
arousal in himself. Jim decided to slip out of bed before waking up the boy,
and ignore his body’s reaction all together.
John roused to wakefulness as he felt Jim leave the bed. He stretched as much
as he could without causing too much pain. He watched Jim move to the chair
where he sat to put on his shoes. John rolled onto his side that left him
facing Jim, that’s when he noticed the state of his body. Panic spiked
severely.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry,” John stammered out,
tears clogging his throat. He buried himself in the covers, never wanting to
come out.
Jim looked up in shock at the outburst. He was a little confused until he saw
the boy’s face and guessed it had something to do with the boy’s natural
reaction. Standing, he moved to the bed. He sat on the edge and ran his hand up
and down John’s back that was now nothing but a bundle of blankets. “Hey, hey
now. Stop. Its ok” He said as soothingly as he knew how, “That kind of thing
happens, ok. It’s natural. You are a young man; hormones are going crazy. Hell,
it even happens to me.” He felt a shudder come from the boy, it was almost like
a sob, he wasn’t sure. “I’ll be honest,” he cooed, leaning a little closer to
the boy, “I’m flattered you feel that way about me. And maybe in the near
future I can show you how much that means to me.” He hoped to high heaven that
he wasn’t doing irreparable damage. The boy was scared enough without him
making it worse with his heavy-handed suggestiveness.
John peaked out of the covers, eyes wide and wet. “Really,” he asked with a
sniffle, “you’re flattered?” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Jim
actually wanted him and didn’t seem to be disgusted. But that couldn’t be right
could?
“Of course I am,” Jim insisted. “You are gorgeous, and sweet and so sexy,” he
continued, brushing a piece for fringe from the boy’s eyes.
“So, you don’t think I’m dirty. Even after all those men?” whispered John,
still unbelieving.
“I don’t care how many men have had you, or women for that matter. What matters
to me is that your mine now, and never have to worry about being passed around
like a piece of meat,” Jim stated firmly, looking John in the eyes, hoping
desperately that he was conveying his seriousness fully.
“But I’m a slut,” John whispered softly, eyes filling with tears. “Only a slut
and whore would want to be fucked by a complete stranger after being raped,” he
said softly, eyes looking down at the hem of the covers that hid half his face.
He was really fucked in the head for sure.
Jim grabbed his face roughly with both hands, covers shifting to reveal tear
streaked cheeks. “Listen to me good, boy,” He growled furiously, “ If you were
indeed a slut and whore, I would have left you there for those animals to tear
apart. You are MY boy and that makes you perfect, got it. You may be torn,
scared and damaged, but you are so very much stronger because of it. What
happened to you doesn’t make you dirty to me, it makes you that much more
desirable. I am thirty-six years old and can have anyone in the world as a
partner, but the only person I ever want to take to bed is a beautiful blonde
fourteen year old boy with the most stunning blue eyes I’ve ever seen in my
life.” Jim finished his speech by leaning forward, hands still cupping the
boy’s face and kissing him. Thoroughly. He wanted so badly to communicate every
emotion the boy stirred within him.
John was shaking in terror at Jim’s initial growl and the force of his hands on
either side of his head. But as Jim kept talking, his words sinking slowly into
John’s heart, John realized how foolish he had been to doubt Jim. Falling in
love with this man was going to be easy. He had never felt more cherished and
yes, even loved since his parents death. Even then, though, it was not to this
degree.
When Jim’s lip met John’s in a searing kiss, John’s world faded away. He could
do nothing but melt into the other man’s firm but tender caress. Jim’s lips
were moist and hot. His tongue traced John’s bottom lip lightly, silently
begging permission for entrance.
John had never experienced anything like this kiss. He inhaled sharply in
surprise when he felt Jim’s tongue. He parted his lips tentatively. The
electric pulse that ran John’s spine when Jim’s tongue slid across his left him
moaning.
When Jim heard the boy’s little moans, he couldn’t restrain himself. Pushing
forward, he laid John back against the pillow. He didn’t straddle the boy
completely as he wanted, he didn’t want that to be too much, but he did settle
one leg between John’s. Jim let his tongue explore the boy’s mouth, gently
showing him how it’s done. The small wet noises that escaped their mouth just
served to increase the heat that was building between them. 
John moaned low as Jim pushed him into the pillows. He wasn’t quite sure what
to do with his hands so he placed them gently on Jim’s back, running up and
down. As soon as Jim’s tongue began to fully explore his mouth, his boy took
over without any direction from him. His hips buck up against the muscular
thigh that was situated between his legs. Breaking the kiss for a breath, John
gasped and whimpered at the friction created on his cock. His hands no long
stroked Jim’s back and sides softly; they now grasped and clawed in
desperation. Head thrown back as moan after moan escaped his kiss bruised
lips. 
Feeling the hard cock that now ground into his thigh, Jim reach down with his
hand and grasped the boy’s hip and waist, holding him steady. As John bucked
into his leg, a moan verging on a growl pulled itself form Jim’s throat. With
the boy’s head thrown back, he took advantage of beautiful expanse of neck that
now presented itself for his tasting. He lowered his head, nibbling along
John’s jaw moving down to his throat. He suckled lightly on the boy’s pulse
point, loving the feeling of the rapid flutter against his lips. The volume of
John’s cries and moan increased as Jim continued his assault on the boy’s neck,
moving from his throat to his collarbone. There he introduced teeth. Biting
down firmly, Jim felt John shudder as he cried out with his name on his lips.
He was glad his baby had gotten his release.  He would deal with his own later.
This was all about John.
John lay panting beneath Jim, arms now collapsed to his sides. He was a
boneless, breathless, sweaty mess and he had never felt better in his life.
Opening his eyes, he looked into the smiling (and yes, slightly smug) face of
Jim. “Hi,” he said shyly. “Hi, yourself beautiful,” Jim retorted with a
chuckle. John ducked his head bashfully, but a smile lighting up his face
nonetheless. 
“We better get you cleaned up before the doctor gets here,” Jim said with the
smile still firmly in place. He slid off the bed and headed to the bathroom to
get a wet flannel. He came back to find that John had removed his pajama
trousers. Just seeing the boy lying there, naked from the waist down so
trusting and open made his mouth water and his cock fill yet again.Later. “Do
you want to wipe yourself off, or do you want me to do it?” he asked
hesitantly.
“Would you mind?” John replied, a little shiver running down his body. The
anticipation of Jim touching him, even to just clean him was overwhelming. He
wanted those feather light caresses he had felt earlier on him now. John gasped
lightly as he felt the warm wet flannel touch his body, his eyes fluttered
shut.
Jim silently and gently began to wipe down his boy’s groin, he needed to work
quickly so the cum wouldn't dry anymore then it had already started to. When he
heard his little gasp, he couldn’t keep the smirk off his face. Oh, this is too
delicious. “ You’re so responsive Johnny boy,” Jim cooed as he continued to rub
the cloth over the boy’s twitching cock, giving it a few more strokes then was
necessary. “You’re going to get me into so much trouble,” he teased.
“I’m sorry,” John murmured, squeezing his eyes closed, dark pink creeping into
his sweat stained face. “I look forward to it,” Jim purred into his ear. John
hadn’t realized Jim had moved closer. He could do nothing more then whimper.
“Well, love. The doctor will be here any moment, so let's get you into some
clean pajamas,” Jim said in a normal voice, now further from John’s face then
the boy would have liked.
The doctor did indeed arrive with in ten minutes of Jim’s announcement. The
exam was one of the most humiliating things John had ever experienced. He was
made to lay on his stomach so the doctor could examine his back and ass. He
wanted to cry in sheer horror as the doctor pulled his cheeks apart to check
how is anal tears where healing. He supposed it wouldn’t have been so bad if it
had just been him, but Jim was standing right there and John desperately didn’t
want Jim to see how broken he really was. There was nothing for it though.
The exam lasted about twenty minutes, followed by lengthy instructions on how
to further the healing process as well as several new scripts for meds. From
pain relief to a light anti-depressive, thanks to Jim mentioning his earlier
bout of dark thoughts. All in all, successful outcome.
After being poked, probed and exposed, John asked Jim if he could nap a little
longer. Jim readily assented stating he had some calls to make. He did insist
that the instant John need anything at all no matter how small, he was to call
Jim right away. John nodded his agreement. He really was exhausted.
John rolled on his side, back to the door, and snuggled back into the sleep
warmed bed. Sleep found him quickly.
Jim watched his beautiful boy for just a minute from the bedroom door, and then
pulling mostly shut, he left to make further arrangements for the boy.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Notes
     OK folks, just a little note. There will be some BDSM-ish themes
     (light D/s)now and in the future. My best friend is a wonderful Dom
     (not mine lol) so some of this is not unfamiliar to me, but I will
     tell you it isnt likely to be considered safe or realistic, but hey
     it fiction, so get over it. :)
     Also this chapter is broken up into two so I hope ya'll don't mind.
     Love ya and thanks so much for the Kudos and comments they keep me
     going (literally sometimes)
     xoxoxo
     Pt 1
John stood in front of the bathroom mirror and took stock of his scars. It had
been about a month since Jim rescued him from the warehouse, and thanks to his
insistence on expensive doctors, John’s scars had healed rather nicely. If they
could be called nice. But now, as he looked at his reflection, he remembered in
vivid detail each person that left their mark on his body. He couldn’t suppress
the sick shiver that rolled down his spine as if the ghosts of the touches were
still there. They left bile rising in his throat, threatening to make him
retch. It left him feeling chained, weighed down, possessed. There was only one
person he ever wanted to own and possess him. Mind, body and soul.
The mere idea of Jim owning him sank into his bones like a salve. He needed
this, him, more then breathe. Realizing that he would never feel right or whole
until the hold the others had on him was gone and Jim took ownership was
staggering. He needed to talk to Jim immediately. John pulled his tee shirt on
and headed for the office.
Jim sat at his desk working intently, still trying to locate the slippery
bastard that set up the sex ring John was in. On his computer flickered CCTV
footage (thank you Mr. Holmes) shifting from location to location. When he
heard the soft rap on the office door, he minimized the screen. He had been
busy of late, closing down and dismantling at least three more sex parties.
Sadly, John was the only centerpiece that had survived. 
“Come in,” he called. His curiosity spiked; in the entire time John had lived
with him, he had never once disturbed him while he was working.
John hesitantly opened the door and quickly stepped in, closing it behind him.
Seeing Jim behind his desk looking so sharp and powerful made him weak in the
knees and his nerves skyrocket. He had to do this. He needed it so bad. It was
the only way. To give it all to the only man he could ever trust.
Jim knew something significant had changed in John the instant the boy stepped
in the room. He looked so nervous and scared but utterly determined.  “What’s
wrong, love?” he asked as he watch the boy come to stand in front of the desk,
letting his concern show in his voice. His brow furrowed as John moved around
the desk to stand stiffly off to the side. Jim swiveled his chair around face
the boy.
John stood tense, trying to control his breathing. He was so scared that
offering himself like this to Jim would be the thing that pushed him away in
disgust, but he had to try. He could do this. And with that, John folded at the
knees and sank into the plush carpet. His back was open and vulnerable and his
neck was exposed; forehead almost touching the floor and his hands gripping his
own thighs.
Jim started as he saw John drop to the floor in front of him. “What are you
doing?” he exclaimed, mouth gaping. He almost missed the whispered “please”
that came from the boy on the floor. Jim wasn’t quite sure what to make of
this. He knew he would be lying if he said that the sight hadn’t gone straight
to his cock, but he never let himself imagine this about John. 
“Please,” John repeated a little louder this time, “I need you.”
“I’m right here love. What do you need?” Jim asked warmly. He reached out to
left the boy up, but he jerked away from the touch and stayed prostrate. Jim
sat back in his chair and let the boy be. He seemed determined to get something
off his chest and Jim was willing to oblige. This was obviously important to
him.
“I need you to own me,” John told him softly. He had to get this out no matter
how bad the words seemed to stick in his throat. “I need you to own me, control
me. Make all my scars yours, not theirs. Make meyours. I cant take this
feeling, like I’m being dragged down by everyone whose touched me and left
their mark on me. Please Jim, just take them, make them yours…make me yours,
please,” He plead, the words streaming from him as the tears were from his
eyes.
Jim almost went to the floor, wanting so bad to pull his little fallen angel
into his arms and reassure him of everything. However, he realized in that
instant that that wasn’t what John needed or wanted.
Steeling his expression and voice, Jim spoke to his new pet.
“ Just so we are on the same page, you are well aware of what you are asking
for?” he asked, pausing to let the question sink in. “Yes,” the boy replied.
“Yes, what?” Jim growled. “Yes, Sir,” John amended. “Good boy, now that we are
clear. There will be rules, if you break them or disobey and there will be
consequences, follow them and there will be rewards. Do you understand?” asked
Jim firmly.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you,” John replied with a little sigh, the muscles in his
shoulders unwinding a bit.
Jim noticed the muscle relax, of course, and smiled to himself feeling even
better that this was right. “We’ll stick with some light activities for now, at
least until your older,” Jim stated matter of fact.
“If you think that’s best,” John replied. “Sir,” he added quickly.
Jim smiled at the boy’s correction. He just knew he would be a quick study. “I
do,” he drawled. He now had the monumental task of figuring out what would be
considered lightD/s activities and if it should expand into the bedroom.
Definitely the bedroom. Other then the little frottage episode a month ago, he
hadn’t touched the boy, and kissing wasn’t all that frequent either. Maybe that
hadn’t helped with how John was feeling now, he obviously needed affection,
physically and otherwise. The boy was looking twitchy and seemed to be over
thinking everything, time to put his mind and mouth to a different use.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Notes
     Part 2
Steeling himself again, he gave his first order. “Stand up and strip,” Jim
demanded. He hadn’t had a chance to see his boy completely naked, just bits and
pieces here and there and that just wouldn’t do. 
John scrambled to obey. He started peeling off his shirt, leaving it heaped on
the floor next to him. He was half way done with his trousers when a throat
clearing pulled his attention from his task. The stern expression and raised
eyebrow Jim now sported told John he had just done something very bad. 
“Respect the clothes you are given, fold them neatly and stack them on the
floor at your side,” said Jim with no amount of warmth.
John swallowed hard, several times. He didn’t realize how intense this was
going to be, but he knew he wanted to be free and cared for. He had been Jim’s
since his rescue and he would try his best to not disappoint him again. Folding
his shirt as instructed, he finished with his trousers and pants.
Jim grinned a wolfish kind of grin. The boy, John, his boy, was absolutely
stunning. He made a mental note to buy him a workout set. This boy with a bit
of toned muscle would be knockout; in more then one way if taught by the right
instructors. “When I put my collar on you,” he growled, stood and pulled John
to him by a strong hand on the back of his neck, “You. Will. Be. Mine.
Forever.”
A whimper escaped John’s tight pressed lips. Jim slammed his lips in the boy’s
for a bruising kiss. It seared ownership and dominance into John’s heart, mind
and soul. Jim pulled back slightly, letting the both of them breathe. His hand
that was holding the boy’s neck skimmed down his young torso, flicking soft
grazes across his hardened prick. Jim purred, eyes never leaving John’s, as he
tangles his fingers in the light collection of blond hair at the boy’s groin.
John mewled at the light grazes to his cock, his hands coming up to grip Jim’s
forearms. The grip grounded him; he was so sure he would float away if he
didn’t have it.
 Jim pushed him back a bit more, leaving nothing touching, not even his hand.
He looked into the boy’s lust blown eyes and chuckled. “Do you touch yourself
when your in bed or in the shower,” he asked the lust addle boy. “Once in a
while,” the boy admitted a little embarrassed. “From now on, you are not
allowed to touch yourself without my express permission,” he said. “Yes, Sir,”
John sighed, his eyes glancing down for a half a second at his current heard
on.
Reaching out and grabbing the boy’s neck again, he guided John to his knees. He
returned to his seat and rolled it a few inches closer to the boy. Leaning back
and relaxing, Jim regarded John with amusement. The boy looked so unsure.
“Unzip my trousers, Johnny boy. Then I want you to pull me out,” he instructed.
He was well aware of the fact that this was new to John, not the activity
itself but the situation. He knew he needed to show the boy that this was safe
and only ever going to happen between the two of them. Jim needed to help John
associate sex and everything that goes with it, with only good connotations.
John did as he was told. Hands shaking and uncertainty sweeping across his
face. He trusted Jim, and he knew deep down that this was going to be nothing
like anything he had experienced in the past. This was new, exciting, and oh so
terrifying. His mouth went dry as he worked Jim’s cock from his pristine
trousers. Just as fast as it had went dry, John’s mouth was a torrent of saliva
at the sight of his thick, hard cock. It was rather large in girth and length,
and John feared he might not be able to take it even half way in. But oh, how
he wanted to try.
John licked his lips, looking up at Jim expectantly. “Go ahead,” Jim cooed down
at him, his lip curled in a half smile. John dove at the hard length as if it
was the essence of life. He ran his tongue around the head, loving the feeling
of the smooth skin. He pulled off just to return with a broad lick from base to
tip. When he got to the top, he flicked his tongue across the slit.
Jim gave a little cry when he felt the boy’s eager tongue on the slit of his
prick head. God, he felt so good. He hadn’t even realized he had closed his
eyes until the desire to see his boy became too much. Opening his eyes, he
looked down and the sight of John’s sweet little mouth packed with cock was
almost enough to send him over. John eyes were so expressive and searching.
John locked eyes with Jim as he lowered his mouth even further down the
hardness. He wasn’t able to take it all, but in time and with practice he
would. He looked forward to lots of practice; for now he just took him as far
as he was able to without choking. He hollowed his cheeks as he slid his mouth
up and down, tongue following along underneath with pressure, flicking the
little button on the underside of the head when he reached the top. He loved
hearing the gasps, moans and occasional swear word that fell from Jim’s parted
lips.
Jim couldn’t believe the boy’s skill. Even with him not being able to take him
down all the way, he showed remarkable talent. Jim refused to think about how
often the boy had had to do this to survive on the streets. For now, here, it
was wonderful. He gasped rather loudly on an exceptionally firm suck; his head
to fall backward, resting on the back of the chair. He wanted to run his
fingers through the boy’s hair and pull, forcing his cock in and out of that
warm, wet heat. But John wasn’t ready for that yet. In time.Jim reached out and
gripped his desk, jostling his keyboard as the boy buried the tip of his tongue
in his slit. His breath hitching, throwing off the rhythm his lungs had decided
to pant in. Just as he was able to catch his breath, he noticed John had gone
still. Looking down, he found his boy froze in his tracks, mid suck, eyes wide,
body quaking. Jim followed John stare and found that in his ecstasy, he had
bumped something that had un-minimized the CCTV feed.  And John’s eyes were
fixed on an image of a lithe man in a long coat.
John could see, hear, and feel it all again, as if the dark-haired one was
there behind him, tearing him apart.
 
…“That’s ok doll, I know you like this, don’t you?” asked the curly haired
snake…
 
…“Now be a good little slut for everyone and you might get something nice to
eat.”…
 
“John, what’s wrong,” Jim asked looking back the boy, and seeing he had
shuffled backward and was now huddled in the corner, knees up hiding his front
and face. He zipped himself back up, picked up the boy’s cloths and moved
closer, approaching cautiously like you would a cornered animal. The boy was
shaking and rocking himself muttering something that sounded like no, no, no,
no. 
John felt Jim approach. He reached out a hand and tugged firmly at his trouser
leg, trying his best to pull him down. When Jim finely knelt, John felt him put
his arms around him pulling him into his lap, using his body to shield him from
the screen, even though the image had long passed. He let himself sob into
Jim’s chest. “I…I thought you said you got them all,” he sputtered through
flooded eyes, barely able to put two words together.
“Tell me what happened,” Jim insisted. He had an idea about what went on but
needed to hear it from the boy.
“You, you said you killed all them. How can that be when, when that was one of
them on the screen,” the boy stumbled out, eyes squeezed shut. His breathing
was erratic, and if he didn’t slow it down soon he would hyperventilate. He
just couldn’t though; it felt like all the air had left the room the instant he
had saw that man again. Panic. 
Jim knew his baby was having a full-blown panic attack. Holding the boy to his
chest, he evened out his own breathing. “Shhh, ok I understand, I need you to
take a deep breath and hold it for me ok, then let it out slowly?” he said
calmly. He felt the boy follow his instruction, “ now a couple more times.” He
felt John’s breathing slow and follow his own. “Now, I said I got almost
everyone. There was still one left, the person who set all of it up. I have
been looking for them for weeks now,” Jim informed him in a steady voice,
though inside he was fuming.
“Does that mean that man is in charge or are there two of them left?” John
asked quietly, leaning into the warm of Jim. He was suddenly feeling so tired.
“May I get dressed, Sir,” he asked, looking up into Jim caring face.
“I don’t know love, but I will be find out. Today,” he said into the boy’s
hair. He did know though, he just needed to make sure before he started
planning. Hearing John’s polite request, warmth spread through his chest. “Of
course, my love,” he looked into his stormy blue eyes and smiled softly, “ and
how about a nap, you’re tired.”
John was so happy Jim could just tell what he needed without him having to say.
“Sleep sounds good,” he admitted with a wobbly smile. He didn’t feel much like
talking right now. Jim helped him back into his clothes, though he was able to
do fine on his own, he wasn’t about to pass up the chance to have Jim’s hands
on him.
“Would you like to nap in my room,” Jim asked shyly.
John giggled lightly at Jim’s shyness. “I would like that very much,” he told
him with a peck on the cheek.
They made their way out of the office, through the kitchen and front room
coming to stop in front of Jim’s bedroom door. John had only glimpsed it on his
initial tour, but he was too tired now to pay much attention. That would have
to wait for later. 
Jim pulled back the black duvet and the red satin top sheet far enough for the
boy to slip into.
John stripped again, but this time only to his pants. Sliding under the covers,
he couldn’t keep himself from moaning. The feel of the satin against his skin
was the most wonder and soothing thing he had ever felt in his life. He let
himself sink into the mattress and feather pillows, never wanting to leave.
Jim grinned at the moan. “Like them do ya?” he asked with a small laugh. He
would have to remember to get satin sheets for the boy and get a spare set for
him. He loved the sight of John snuggled into hisbed. How badly he wanted to
crawl in next to him and wrap himself around the boy, but duty called. Speaking
of calls.He kissed John’s forehead and turned to leave, then he heard his boys
small, sleepy voice.
“What you did to the others, I want to do that to him,” John stated with a
fading voice, sleep pulling hard at him. He knew Jim heard him and he hoped he
knew how serious he was. He wanted that fucker dead. Slowly.
Jim didn’t answer, he wasn’t sure how. His boy had just shown an interest in
his work at least in this respect. He couldn’t be happier, maybe he could pull
him into his consulting work fully. Talk about a family business. He giggled at
that thought as he pulled out his mobile. He scrolled down the list for the
number he really knew by heart now. 
“Sherlock, My Dear,” he said into the phone in a singsong voice.
***** Chapter 13 *****
John woke a few hours later feeling rested, but still not quite himself. He
pulled himself out of bed until he was sitting with his feet hanging off the
tall bed. That’s when he noticed a hand written note lying on the nightstand. 
Love,
Dress in the clothes I sat out for you, and then come to the living room. There
is someone I want you to meet.
Yours truly,
Jim
He wasn’t sure what to make of the note, but figured Jim wouldn’t take kindly
to being disobeyed, or kept waiting. John saw the clothes laid over the side of
an over stuffed chair next to the window. When he went to inspect what they
were, he found a pair of simple black trousers, bright red pants trimmed in
white, a white vest and a dark blue button down. On the floor sat a pair of
black Dr. Martin’s and a lovely set of Calvin Klein socks. He figured these
were out of the new wardrobe Jim had bought him last month, though he hadn’t
had a chance to go through everything. With a sigh, he started dressing.
Looking in the full-length mirror on the back of Jim’s bedroom door, he didn’t
think he looked half bad. The dark blue shirt really set off his blond hair and
blue eyes, likely Jim’s intent. He couldn’t keep a smile from creeping across
his face as he thought about how Jim seemed to love how he looked, clothed or
not. At least someone does. Time to go find out who was waiting for him.
As John approached the living room, he heard slightly raised voices.
“…I don’t want to be stuck babysitting some stray. I have better things to be
doing.”
“You will do as you’re told, am. I. Clear? And further more, if I ever, EVER
hear you call him anything other then his name, it will be your hide made into
shoes.”
John knew the second voice was that of Jim, though he couldn’t place that of
the first voice. He was almost afraid to make his presents know, but it seemed
that Jim knew he was there anyway.
“Come on in Johnny, it’s ok. Seb won’t bite, unless I tell him to of course,”
Jim called out with a chuckle.
John hesitantly stepped forward; holding himself as tall as possible, shoulders
squared, chin up. He knew he was a stray but like hell, was he going to give
the other man proof.
The other man, Seb, was well over six foot tall, broad shoulders with a
military bearing. He had short blond hair, with grey eyes; a square jaw and
muscles in places John wasn’t sure could have muscles. He stiffly stood as John
stepped into the room, giving him a cursory glance before turning back to Jim
with a scowl.
Jim stared at John with longing and want. Seeing his boy dressed as he was, was
even better then he could have imagined. Mouth watering.He completely ignored
the glare he was getting from Seb; he’d get over himself. Jim walked over to
John and pulled the boy in for a searing kiss, he could hardly keep himself
from pawing at him. Pulling away, he pulled John along side him as he walked
them over to where the other man was still standing.
“Johnny, this is Sebastian. You will address him as Sir. Seb, this is John,”
Jim introduced proudly.
“Nice to meet you Sir,” John said, offering his hand to the other man. He would
have addressed him as Sir anyway; his parents would be disappointed in him if
he forgot his manners.
Seb took the boy’s hand in a firm handshake, stunned at the solid grip that was
returned. “Nice to meet you to John,” he replied as he released the boy’s hand.
He wasn’t sure about Jim’s request, but it didn’t seem like this kid wanted or
needed coddling. He recognized the hard glint of pain and anger in the kid’s
eyes, he had it himself when he was younger, before Jim found him and let it
out.
“Now Johnny, I want to make sure you are serious about what you asked me
earlier,” Jim told John as he guided him to sit on the couch next to him.
John didn’t need to be told what Jim was referencing. He knew exactly what he
wanted and he was deadly sure about it. “I’m very sure,” he answered his
master, his voice harder and older then it should have been for his age.
Jim grinned like the Cheshire cat. “Good, Good Johnny, because Seb here, is my
best sniper. He took out most everyone in the warehouse where we found you,”
Jim paused to let the information absorb. He expected some sort of terror or
shock to make itself known in the boy, but all he saw was excitement and
eagerness. He knew he would never doubt his boy again, now to see about
loyalty. “How would you like to learn how to shoot from him?” he continued.
John’s face split into a matching grin, teeth showing bright, eyes shining with
something that would have made a lesser man then Jim shivering in fear. “When
do I start,” came the calm, steady reply.
Jim couldn’t believe the boy’s eagerness, well ok he could, he had just told
himself that he wouldn’t doubt him again. What he really couldn’t believe
though, was the blood-lust that seeped from the boy’s very pores. He could
hardly contain his utter delight and joy of it. After my own heart. “You will
start tomorrow,” he told his boy before he leaned in to whisper in his ear,
“after we pick up your collar.”
John couldn’t contain the shiver that ran up his spine at Jim’s whispered
comment. He wanted that collar so bad, not just to show the outside world that
he was Jim’s but also as sign to himself, that Jim cared for him. Will he love
me someday?He was absolutely vibrating at the prospect of learning to shoot.
Now no one would hurt him, he would be strong. “Yes Sir,” he replied to Jim,
worrying his lower lip.
Jim found it entirely to sexy for his boy to chew on his lip like that. With a
growl, he pounced. Wet lips met slightly chapped ones in yet another bruising
kiss. He was almost undone when he heard the boy moan into his mouth.
John moaned and melted into the kiss, gripping Jim’s lapels tightly. He had
completely forgotten that there was another person in the room until he heard a
throat being cleared. John jerked away from Jim, red faced and embarrassed. He
couldn’t look the other man in the eye.
“Yes, yes you can go,” Jim gestured with his hand in a shooing motion, his eyes
never leaving John, “We’ll see you at the range tomorrow.”
Seb walked out the door without a look back. Tomorrow should be interesting.
***** Chapter 14 *****
Jim pulled John back into the kiss as soon as he heard the front door close. He
knew John was a bit embarrassed and didn’t want to make it worse, hence the
reason he waited. Falling to the boy’s mouth and onto his body was the best
thing in the world. He pushed John down to lay on the couch with him stretched
fully over the top of him. He loved the feeling of the small warm body beneath
his. Feeling the boy’s cock hardening in his trousers, Jim adjusted his body to
line up their pricks. Grounding against John just lightly at first caused the
boy to buck his hips wantonly, tipping his head back with a gasp. Jim did it
again, just a little harder. The boy scrambled for purchase, hands coming to
rest on Jim’s shoulder blades, clutching the fabric for dear life. 
John was lost to sensation the moment Jim ground his groin into John’s. Fire
shot up his spin and pressure built in his bullocks. Jim bucked against him
again, but harder. He couldn’t help but grab him like a lifeline. John tugged
him closer to his chest as Jim kept rocking against him.  He wasn’t sure how
much longer he could go, he was so very close.
Jim lowered his head to John’s when the boy pulled him down closer. Now would
be a good time to see if the boy would swear fealty. “Do you love me, Johnny-
boy?” he purred in the boy’s ear. He nibbled at the shell of his ear, moving
down to the piece of neck that was just under it. He felt the boy shudder
violently. “Yes, God, yes,” the boy cried in reply. “Would you do anything for
me?” Jim asked, leveling long licks up the length of his boy’s neck.
“Anything…for… you,” John stammered. He was desperate for more, more friction,
more of Jim’s mouth on him just more of everything.
“What would you do for me, baby?” the question just loud enough to be heard
above the boy’s panting. He continued to rock against John just not hard enough
to get him off.
“I’d…kill…anyone who…who hurt you,” John could hardly put two words together.
Frustration at the lack of suffocation friction joined the flood of pleasure
that spiked through him.
“Will you ever turn on me?” The serious tone Jim asked in hit John hard.
Pausing all motion, he looked deep into Jim’s eyes. What John saw there caused
his breath to catch in his throat. In those dark eyes lay hurt, uncertainty,
fear and …anger? John swallowed hard; never breaking eye contact, he placed
both hands on either side of Jim’s face. He thumbed the man’s cheekbones,
enjoying the feel of smooth skin. Swallowing again, John spoke. “Jim Moriarty,
I am now and will always be yours. Nothing you do or say, or anyone else for
that matter will ever make me doubt, question or leave you. EVER. I will kill
for you and be killed for you,” John told him with such sincerity and
certainty.
Jim saw his boy’s love and devotion like it was lit up in neon lights. He knew
for sure that there would be no more secrets between the two of them. Jim would
tell him about his work. Just not right away. Not because he didn’t trust him,
never that. However, he wanted the boy to experience it first hand, just to
make sure this was something he wanted to be involved in. He would never force
his boy to follow his example; he wanted it to be of his own free will. He had
a suspicion that the boy WOULD follow, but he would wait to be certain. “Thank
you,” was all he could reply to John.
John smiled a sweet little smile at Jim’s thank you. He certainly wasn’t
expecting the hard grind of Jim’s still straining cock against his. He moaned
loudly and thrust up into the contact. He realized now that the contact was
just right, as if Jim had needed the reassurance before he gave himself over
fully. John wasn’t going to complain though; this was glorious.
After several more thrusts, Jim came with a shouted “JOHN”. He kept up the
movements until a small cry of Jim’s name came from the boy. Slowing his
movements to a stop, he reached for the boy’s face, brushing his fringe from hi
forehead. “You’re so beautiful baby,” he sighed softly.
“OH, I almost forgot,” Jim jumped up, all traces of afterglow vaporizing as he
stalked to the kitchen island. John groaned from his place on the couch. “Oh,
come on. This is exciting, Johnny,” Jim walked swiftly back to the couch,
taking a seat by the boy’s seat. He handed John a folder, which the boy took as
he sat up.
Inside was a list of subjects as well as what appeared to be corresponding
instructors. With a raised eyebrow, John asked, “um, does this mean you’re
sending me to school?”
“Well not exactly, I got you tutors,” Jim said with a smile. He knew the boy
needed an education even if he was going to be a master consulting criminal one
day. Just the thought of that sent an excited shiver up Jim’s spine.
John let out a little groan as well as his bottom lip. He knew he looked
childish, but he couldn’t help it. “Do I really have to?” he whined.
“That’s quite enough of that,” Jim stated firmly, eyes turning hard, “You will
do as you’re told, is that understood.”
“Yes Sir,” John said softly, head down, embarrassed. He knew he should be
grateful. Jim was doing what was best for John, and that was what John had
asked for after all. “I’m sorry Sir, thank you.” 
“You’re welcome, love. It’s my job as your master to look after you,” Jim
answered, a smile returning to his face. He wanted so bad to tell the boy that
he loved him but he didn’t think he was quite ready for that. “I, I care about
you, and I want to give you every chance to be able to go out and do what ever
it is that you want to do,” he continued.
“Thank you Sir,” John said again. “I am looking forward to learning how to
shoot,” he said, a grin splitting his face.
“Seb’s a good teacher, you’ll learn a lot from him,” Jim told the boy as he got
up and headed yet again for the kitchen. It was about suppertime so he figured
he should start making something; one could only eat so much take-away. “What
are you in the mood for, for supper,” he called over to the boy who still sat
on the couch looking over the contents of the folder. As he moved to the
fridge, his pants shifted, reminding him of his earlier activities. It wasn’t a
pleasant feeling, but knowing how he got to be this filthy, well this was a
filthy he could handle for a while more.
“Um, I’m not sure,” John told him, setting the folder on the coffee table. He
only made it half way to the kitchen before the dried mess in his pants made
itself known. “May I go change,” he asked with a grimace.
Jim giggled at the boy’s look. “Yes, of course. And how does breakfast for
supper sound,” He asked glancing back at the boy over his shoulder as he had
moved away from the fridge and over to the worktop.
“Sounds great,” John called back as he made his way to his room.
Chuckling, Jim set the eggs, bacon, and milk on the surface. He moved to
retrieve bowls and pans. He glanced up as his boy came into the kitchen and
took a seat at the island; he had changed into pajamas Jim noticed.
“What did you want to be, before everything happened?” Jim asked him as he
scrambled the eggs in a bowl. He knew it may be a touchy subject but he wanted
to know.
“I wanted to be a doctor, and then maybe enlist,” John told him with no
hesitation. He had come to terms, for the most part, this his parents death and
that fact that nothing was ever going to be the same.
“Wonderful,” Jim praised him for is his ambition, “You still can become a
doctor you know.”
“Yeah, but its a lot of money, money I don’t have,” john looked down at his
hands that lay on the worktop.
“Let me worry about that ok,” Jim stated matter of fact; money was definitely
not in short supply for him, well them now. “You mentioned enlisting, would you
reconsider and be my soldier?” He didn’t like the idea of his baby going off to
war and getting shot and maybe even dying even though that’s what people tended
to do.
John was shocked at the off-handed way Jim talked about money as if it was
nothing. Maybe it was, he wasn’t going to question him about it though. If Jim
wanted to pay for med school, he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the
mouth.
“Yes,” John stumbled out excitedly, “Yes, I’d love to be your soldier.”
Jim beamed at him. His boy would be safe now, well relatively safe. A
comfortable silence fell between them as Jim finished cooking. Setting a plate
in front of the boy, he took his own and sat next to him at the bar. They had a
table, but most times, since it was just the two of them they ate at the
island. Jim like having someone here with him, it made coming home from work
much more enjoyable. Maybe one day they would move into the city into one of
his flats.
They finished their meal, each lost in their respective heads. “Do up the
dishes, love,” Jim told John as he moved to his chair by the fire. Chores where
important, he knew. Moreover, giving the boy something to do helped make him
feel useful and like he was earning his keep as it were. Independent and
dependent, what a contradiction.
When John finished in the kitchen, he joined Jim by the fire. Curling up in his
chair, he took to staring at the man. So gorgeous. After all the crappy luck he
had had in his young life, he now sat in wonder at how he got so lucky as to
have this amazing, brilliant, and beautiful man. And that the man wanted him.
He couldn’t hide the smile that crept onto his face.
“How would you feel about sleeping with me tonight,” Jim asked, a bit shyly. He
was still so afraid of scaring the boy.
“I would really, really like that,” John replied eagerly, eyes glowing from
more then just the reflection of the fire. 
“Well,” Jim said standing, stretching his back, “Let’s head that way. We have a
long day tomorrow and you need to be focused.”
John stood as well and followed Jim into his room. The bed was still rumpled
from his nap earlier. Sliding into the bed, John felt Jim curl up around him.
It was unlike anything he had experienced. He felt warm and safe some how. With
a sigh, he pressed back against Jim and buried his head in the downy pillows.
He felt every muscle begin to relax. Amazing.
Jim soaked up the feeling of the small warm body in his arms like a desert
soaking in the first heavy rain. It was absolute heaven. He knew he would never
be able to live with out this, or his boy. Closing his eyes, Jim buried his
nose in John’s neck, inhaling his scent. He fell asleep soon after. Heaven
indeed.
John felt Jim’s breathing even out and knew he was asleep. He followed shortly
after, loving the feeling of Jim’s arms possessively keeping him close.
Just before dawn a nightmare crept its way into John’s peaceful mind.
***** Chapter 15 *****
Purrs and words could be heard murmuring in the background, in the dark. There
was that voice again telling him what a good slut he was and how he enjoyed
being fucked. John tossed and turned violently trying to shake the beast off
him. It didn’t move, its face was expressionless but slowly it turned seething
as it continued its assault. It was angry; John had made it angry by fighting.
A silent scream tried to escape his throat as the beast began to tear at his
face and torso. He could feel the bite of the crop now in the form of talons.
No, no, no, no he chanted like a mantra. He pleaded with it to leave off, he
promised to be good and take the fucking. However, the beast didn’t let up.
John looked down at his dream self and saw that the beast had tore through and
now his intestines lay exposed. He was dying and he heard the beast give a deep
baritone laugh. “There’s nothing you can do to stop me,” it growled before
reaching down and tearing his throat, fatally.
John sat up straight in the bed, his scream still echoing in the room. He had
to blink several times to clear the tears that streamed down his eyes. His
breathing was stilted and fast. He clutched the bed covers until his knuckles
were white. He heard a soft voice off to the side calling his name, but it
didn’t quite register. He heard it a few more times before he turned toward it.
There was Jim, looking like he wanted to cry or kill something, maybe both.
John knew the murderous look wasn’t at him, but at the person that had caused
his pain. John leaned to the side and collapsed onto Jim’s warm body. He
couldn’t seem to burrow into it far enough. He felt Jim wrap his arms around
him and it was the best feeling in the world. He lay there sobbing for a long
while.
Jim was awoken by frantic movements coming from beside him. He sat up on one
elbow and looked at the boy. He wasn’t sure what he should do, though he knew
he probably shouldn’t touch him, as he was sure he knew what the bases of the
nightmare was about. So he gently called his name over and over again until the
boy gave a horrific scream and sat up straight. Jim continued to call John’s
name, waiting for him to come around. When he did, Jim could do nothing more
then hold the shaking boy to him. That fucker is going to pay.
About an hour later, Jim decided it was about time the get up and prepare for
the day. There was a lot to do, so leaning down he whispered in the boy’s ear.
“come on Johnny baby, time to get up.”
John shifted off Jim as he was instructed to get up. With a yawn and a stretch,
he headed across the hall to use the shower. Thirty minutes later, he met up
with Jim in the living room dressed in a nice pair of dark jeans and a black
and white striped jumper.
Jim smiled at him as he handed him a plate with toast and jam. “How are you
feeling? Are you ready for this?” he asked the boy as he sat at the island to
eat his toast.
“M’ ok, ill be better I think once I get to the range,” John answered with a
smile between bites. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes though.
“Ok love,” Jim replied. “If you ever want to talk about your dreams, I am here
to listen,” he said rubbing his hand in light circles across the boy’s
shoulders.
“Thanks, maybe later,” John said as more as of a question then statement. He
leaned into Jim’s caresses, loving how safe he felt with all of his touches. 
“Ok Johnny, later then,” Jim replied softly. 
                                  ~~~~~~~~~~
                                        
John was excited and nervous as they pulled up to the private range. It was a
converted warehouse on the outskirts of London. He craned his head to take in
the multi level brick structure.
Jim giggled at the boy’s enthusiasm. “Come on,” he called, “Seb doesn’t like to
be kept waiting.”
John hurried his steps to catch up with Jim. As they entered, John looked
around for Seb but didn’t see the man anywhere.
“Always stay alert,” a voice growled in a whisper. John spun on his heels with
a gasp, aiming to plant his fist in the man’s chest. Well that’s where he had
intended to land his blow, but Seb was fast and caught his fist before it even
got close. John stood with a wide-eyed stare. This dude’s bloody scary.
“Sebby,” Jim squealed, clapping his hands like an excited kid at the amusement
park, “Starting the lesson straight way are we.”
“No time like present,” the tall blond told his boss. If he was going to have
to teach this kid, he was going to give him works; shooting, stealth, and hand-
to-hand fighting.
“Don’t hurt him too bad, Seb,” Jim told him with a stern look, letting the
other man know he knew exactly what he had planed for the boy.
“We are just starting with shooting today, Boss,” Seb told the man. He really
didn’t want to find out what Jim would unleash on him if he indeed hurt the boy
unreasonably.
“Good,” Jim said to Seb, then turned to John. “I have some things to take care
of in town while you are here practicing, ok. I’ll be back shortly.” He pulled
John into a deep kiss before breaking it off and leaving without another word.
John stood stunned from the kiss, like he always was when it came to Jim.
Giving his head a little shake, he cleared his throat and turned to the big man
in the center of the room.
“Well, what are you waiting for,” the older man groused, “I haven’t got all
day.” He knew he had as long as Jim told him he had, but he wasn’t going to
tell the kid that.
“Yes Sir,” John answered right away, moving to stand next to the other man.
Seb turned to a small table he had set up with an array of handguns and several
rifles. Picking up a Glock 17 pistol, he handed the butt of it to the boy.
John wasn’t sure what to do when the gun was presented to him. He knew not to
point it at anyone so he took it with his right hand and pointed it at the
floor. He looked up at Seb with a questioning look.
Seb sighed, and with a put upon expression went around to stand behind the boy.
He felt the kid tense as he pressed close but he ignored it in favor of
stretching out the boy’s arm and curling his hand around the hand the kid held
the gun with. “Is this your strong hand,” he asked.
“Yes,” John replied with a little nod of his head.
“Your hand needs to hold the grip as high as possible with your trigger finger
along the side of the firearm to be safe,” Seb instructed in a monotone voice,
“now take the other hand and wrap it around the hand that’s already on the gun.
See your thumbs? They need to be on the same side of the gun so your thumb
doesn’t get in the way of the slide.” He adjusted John’s hands into the right
way, and then told him to stretch out his arms in front of him with a little
slack in his elbows, giving room for the recoil. “Now, feet shoulder width
apart, shoulders squared. This is a starting stance, we’ll use it until you get
more experience,” he said in a gruff voice. Since he had already loaded the
gun, he told the boy to aim at the target at the other end of the room and
squeeze the trigger.
John was as steady as rock when was told to take aim, calm settling over his
mind and body like a warm blanket. Taking a deep breath, he squeezed.
Bulls-eye!
***** Chapter 16 *****
Jim spent an hour traveling from the range to the little shop in Soho where he
was to pick up the custom made collar. When he arrived, he instructed his
driver to wait around the corner until he called. After the shop, he had a
meeting that he wasn’t exactly looking forward to.
The collar was indeed exquisite. It was made of soft, supple brown leather,
with three golden D rings. There was a gold plaque affixed to the left of the
front D ring that read “Owned and Loved by J. Moriarty”.  It wasn’t overtly
fancy, more utilitarian looking. Jim knew it would look stunning on his baby.
He couldn’t wait to go home and claim the boy.
Jim left with his purchase and made his way to a nearby café, taking a seat at
one of the outdoor tables. As he sat waiting, he couldn’t help but think over
his last conversation with his guest.
 
“Sherlock, My Dear,” he said into the phone in a singsong voice.
“What do you want Moriarty, I’m rather busy at the moment,” Sherlock replied
with a sneer clearly evident in his voice.
“Oh, I know you are dear. Setting up another little party?” Jim asked sweetly,
letting his psychopath show through the phone.
“Hmph,” was all that Sherlock dined to offer as a reply.
“Aren’t you going to invite me Sherly? I was so disappointed to have missed the
last one,” Simpered Jim.  He hated flirting with this animal, but he would do
anything necessary for his boy to get closure…and revenge.
“If you know of the last one then you know the price has gone up, we had a
little difficulty with the last party and so its more of a risk now,” Sherlock
supplied, sounding bored.
“Meet me in Soho tomorrow at one o’clock, I’m sure you can figure out where. I
going to help you plan this,” Jim stated matter of fact and hung up.
 
Jim came back to himself at the sound of a deep baritone. “Ah, Sherly,” he
purred, “So wonderful to see you.” He got up and pecked the other man on the
cheek as way of greeting. He would have liked to tear his face off with his
teeth. He still might.
“Moriarty,” came the clipped reply from the other man. “I see you’ve been
shopping for a new pet,” He spat the last word like it was poison on his
tongue, “That aside, what do you want.”
“Oh, Sherly. I told you on the phone, I want to help plan this little party of
yours,” Jim replied, ignoring Sherlock’s reference to John, though he was
certain the other man had no idea who his pet was. “But first, I’m dying to
hear what happened at the last party. I heard it was something,” he cooed with
false interest, fluttering his dark eyelashes at the other man innocently. Ugh.
“The little shit got away,” Sherlock stated plainly, “but no matter, there are
others. Its not like they’re missed.”
It took everything in Jim to keep from going over the table at him. Instead, he
flicked invisible lint off his trouser leg in indifference. “Well its lucky
day,” he smiled, “I have to perfect one in mind.”
“Oh, is that so,” Sherlock looked suspiciously at Jim, un-earthly eyes
narrowing. “So what do you want in exchange.”
“Oh nothing Sherly,” he raised his hands in reassurance, “Just being involved
is more then I could hope for.” More then he could handle was more like it.
“Fine,” Sherlock said with distain, “Just make sure the…entertainment is up to
par. Blonde hair, short, blue eyes.”
“Oh no worries dear, I know just the type. My suggestion fits your needs to a
tee,” Jim reassured him with a smile. “I also have an available location that
is easy to access but very difficult to find.”
Sherlock got up to leave without another word.
“Oh Sherly,” Jim called after him, honey flavored venom dripping from his
smile, his eye burning “Don’t forget, I’ll know if you cross me.”
The other man gave a single jerked nod and strode off. Jim sank back into his
seat, nausea churning in his gut. He just hoped john wouldn’t hate him for
this.
Several hours had passed since he had left his boy and Jim was feeling a
desperate need to hold him. Calling his driver to pick him up, he was soon on
his way back to the range and John.
The hour it took to get back to the range had felt like forever. Pulling up to
the building, Jim saw that John was waiting outside for him talking animatedly
to Seb, who amazingly didn’t look to bored with the conversation or the boy’s
attention. Jim couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy that shot through him.
Knock it off!
When John saw Jim pull up, he bolted for the car leaving his conversation with
Sebastian hanging unfinished. He was so excited to tell Jim how good he was at
the shooting, and how he had learned to disassemble, reassemble and clean a gun
as well as everything else that went into owning, using and maintaining it.
By the time Jim opened the car door, John was there vibrating with excitement.
Jim smiled broadly at him, taking the paper target the boy thrust at him. He
looked over it thoroughly before looking at his boy with raised eyebrows. The
center of the sheet was completely obliterated from multiple shots and the
surrounding target was riddled with holes all ranging from near center to
middle range. No stray shoots could be found. The boy clearly showed
exceptional skill at shooting; in no time, he would be as good at Seb, maybe
even better. For now, though his boy was a crack shot right out of the gate.
Smiling still, he kissed his boy breathless. “I have something special for you
when we get home,” Jim purred low in his ear, “You’ve been such a good boy
after all.”
John whimpered. His bright faced flushed red at the promises Jim implied. He
was so ready for Jim to take him fully he could hardly stand still. His young
cock twitched eagerly. “Can we go home now?” John asked softly chewing on his
lower lip.
“Yes,” Jim growled, pushing the boy into the car, following close behind. This
was going to be a long trip home and a test of his patience.
***** Chapter 17 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry only one chapter this update, buts realllllyyyy long lol.
     Full Sexytime has arrived. THis is my first time writing M/M sex so
     please bear with me it should get better as we go along
     Thanks for all the support everyone, ya'll keep me writing!
Jim pulled John out of the car as soon as it stopped in front of the house. The
tension was so thick it could have been cut with a knife. Stepping inside the
door, he took a deep breath to calm himself. He didn’t want this to be over too
soon and he wanted this to be something the boy would forever remember and
enjoy. Turning to the boy that stood silent at his side he said in a deep low
voice, “Go to your room, strip, take a good shower and meet me in my room, you
have a half hour.” He would have to show the boy how the bathe thoroughly
later, now there was just no time. 
John shook his head, letting Jim know he understood and headed off to do as he
was told. He could feel something was going to happen. He was both excited and
nervous. Taking a deep breath of his own, he went about stripping and
showering. 
Jim made his way to his bedroom where he took off his suit, shoes, socks, and
exchanged it for a simple pair of jeans. He took the collar out of the shopping
bag and laid it on the bed. It had been placed in a blue velvet jewelry style
box so there was no risk of the boy seeing it before it was time. He stood next
to the bed with his hands behind his back, toes digging into the plush rug, and
waited for his boy to arrive.
Twenty minutes later, John walked into Jim’s room, breath coming in little
pants. Excitement and apprehension thrummed through his body. Seeing Jim in
nothing but jeans, made his mouth go dry. He was absolutely beautiful and his
presence seemed to fill the entire room. John came and stood in front of the
man that had given him so much and continued to do so. His master. He couldn’t
keep his body from quaking lightly.
Jim couldn’t keep the lust from his eyes, as his boy appeared before him naked
as the day he was born. He kept his face straight, emotionless, though that was
so far from the truth. His emotions were a whirlwind inside him, sucking the
air out of his lungs. Placing his hand on the boy’s shoulder, he guided him to
kneel. The boy was completely pliant under his touch. Perfect.“I love you, John
Watson. I was so alone and I owe you so much. You have made me a better man,
and have given such affection and love and trust in return. Will you accept my
collar, my control, my ownership?” he asked the boy in a deep reverent voice
lifting the blue box off the bed and opening it.
John gasped, jaw dropping at Jim’s declaration of love, his speech and finally
his question. It was everything he had dreamed of. John swallowed then licked
his lips moist. Seeing the collar that Jim had had special made for him was the
icing on the cake. “Oh, God yes.”
Jim couldn’t keep the smile from his face at the boy’s breathless answer.
Taking the collar from the box, he affixed it to his boy’s neck. Fucking
stunning. The sight astounded Jim. The brown leather blended well with the
boy’s skin and the gold rings reminded Jim of John’s golden locks. The entire
thing seemed to make his boy’s cerulean blue eyes glow. He wondered what he had
done to get so lucky. Looking into those bottomless blue eyes, he knew there
was no one else ever in the world for him.
John stared up at Jim in wonder. He had never felt more complete then he did
the moment Jim locked his collar onto his neck. Owned and loved.He was scared
though, because there still seemed to be something missing. He didn’t want to
mention it though, it was probably nothing.
Jim pulled the boy to his feet by way of the front D ring. He stepped closer,
bringing the boy into his chest. He brushed his lips lightly against John’s
forehead moving down to his cheek then back to his ear where he whispered one
last question. “Can I have you John?”
John’s breathing hitched as Jim’s hot breath and lips brushed his ear. “Yes
please,” John whispered back, desperation clear in his voice. He needed this,
needed Jim. He loved the feeling of Jim’s skin sliding against his own. He
wanted more, more contact, more skin on skin.
Jim knew the boy’s needs, as they were also his. On receiving the final
permission to take, Jim picked his boy up off his feet and laid him gently on
the bed. Climbing on top of the boy, he lowered his head and planted a kiss on
the others slightly opened lips.                                              
                                                                               
                                                                               
                                                                               
         
This kiss was like none of the others John had shared with Jim. It was full of
love and safety but underlined with ferocity and dominance. In short, it was
perfect. John didn’t want it to end, but they had to come up for air. Even as
their lips parted for breath, he didn’t relinquish his hold on Jim, arms still
firmly holding him close.
Jim nibbled his boy’s jaw, starting at his chin and moving along it until he
reached his neck. He loved hearing the little whimpers and sighs that escaped
from the boy. When he reached his neck, he kissed and sucked along the top and
bottom of the collar. The smell of the boy’s sweat and soap along with the
leather was intoxicating. Inhaling deeply he moved to the patch of skin just
behind the ear, sucking on it for a long moment he growled to his pet. “I’m
going to open you up, and I’m going to own you, inside and out.”
John mewled as Jim showered his neck with attention. His hips jerked when he
heard Jim’s growled promise. His breath came in pants. With a groan, John
wrapped his legs around Jim’s waist. He was nervous but he knew Jim would take
care of him. Never hurt him. He felt Jims bulging prick rub against his as he
squeezed his legs tighter, the denim rough against his bare cock. The rough
fabric increased the sensation that was building. John wasn’t sure he would
last long if he kept rutting against Jim. Jim seemed to realize this as John
felt him pull back. He could hear and feel Jim panting softly, a surge of pride
spread through him at the thought that he did this to such a powerful man. John
looked between them and watched Jim work his jeans open then down his legs.
Seeing that he hadn’t been wearing pants under the jeans made John give a
little moan. So Hot. John couldn’t decide which to watch, Jim’s freed cock
twitching full and heavy against his stomach or the ravenous look on Jim’s
face. He opted for switching between the two. After kicking the jeans off the
bed, Jim glided a finger up the underside of John’s twitching cock and swirled
it around the head, smearing the large drops of precum.
“So beautiful and dripping for me,” Jim murmured. He wanted to spend hours
covering every inch of skin with kisses, tasting all the different places that
made up his baby. However, that would have to wait for next time, now was about
staking his claim.
John keened at the touch, arching up, begging for more. Jim’s teasing felt so
good even though it wasn’t enough. “Please, Jim…please,” he begged, not really
sure what he was begging for, just that he was begging. He heard Jim chuckle
above him. “In time pet,” Jim told him before kissing him firmly, tongue
slipping into John’s willing mouth. John twirled his tongue around Jim’s
enjoying the feeling of electricity that shot down his spine. A loud moan
echoed in the room and John wasn’t sure who it was from, probably both of them.
Jim’s hands ran down John’s sides as he sat back on his heels, John’s legs
falling open obscenely.
“Are you ready baby?” Jim asked with concern. He wanted to be sure, but he also
needed to catch his breath so he didn’t cum the instant he was in the boy’s
body.
John nodded; speech seemed to have fled him. Jim reached for a bottle of lube
on the nightstand. John tracked the movement with his eyes, a lump forming in
his throat. Would this hurt? Would he tear again? Could he really give this to
Jim without seeing all those other faces? Taking a deep breath to steady his
nerves, he looked Jim in the eyes and said, “Please take me Sir, and make me
forget.” John relaxed a little when he saw Jim nod. Jim understood what he was
afraid of John realized. He closed his eyes and sank further into the pillows.
Jim dump a small amount of lube into his palm and used his fingers to rub it
back and forth to warm it. Once it was warm he coated his fingers, he slid them
between the boy’s ass cheeks, and moved them up and down the cleft. His middle
finger teasing against the boy’s puckered opening. With his other hand, he
slowly stroked John’s prick, a distraction from the constant pressure he was
putting on his entrance.
With a groan, John lifted his hips to meet Jim’s fingers. He was shocked that
it already felt so good. He gasped and bucked the instant he felt Jim push
against his hole. John gripped the covers until his knuckles were white. He
couldn’t stop the canting of his hips; he needed more of that long finger
inside of him. “Please Jim, more. Fuck me please,” he pled. He gave a shout as
he felt Jim push his finger into the second knuckle. John felt Jim pump his
finger in and out several times before shoving it all the way in. John was a
pleading sweating mess, but he couldn’t care less. All thoughts of others and
everything else were gone on the thought of Jim and what he was doing remained.
Soon a second finger joined the first, pumping and scissoring his young hole
wider in preparation for Jim’s beautiful cock.
He wasn’t sure when Jim had added a third finger had been added but he was soon
hearing Jim ask him if he was ready. “Yes, Yes,” he cried out, head tossing
back and forth on the pillows, near delirious from the pleasure that was
shooting through him every time Jim touched something inside him.
Something firm and spongy pressed against his opening. It was pushed until just
the tip was sitting inside of him. John hissed with a combination of pain and
pleasure. He wasn’t sure what to do with his hands so he gripped Jim’s arms and
shoulders.
“Relax Johnny,” Jim instructed between heavy breaths. “Bare down, it’ll help, I
promise.”
John whimpered and tried to do as he was told. Amazingly, it helped a lot. Soon
he felt Jim slide in an inch more. “Oh Jim, Jim,” he panted eyes squeezed shut.
He felt himself relax even more around Jim. Jim felt it to and slid in a bit
more. John was starting to get frustrated at how slow it was going, so when Jim
slid in, he lifted his hips, wrapped his legs around Jim’s waist and yanked him
forward, impaling himself completely. John yelled at the top of his lungs. It
was so much pain and pleasure. He was sure his vision grew hazy.
“Jesus, John,” Jim exclaimed throwing his head back, slamming his eyes closed.
The boy was so hot and tight he could hardly breath. Even through the haze of
pleasure, he was concerned for the pain the boy was no doubt experiencing. “Are
you ok?”
“Yes…yes sir,” John whimpered licking his parched lips. Oh but even with the
pain, the pleasure of having Jim fully seated in him was wonderful. He ran his
hands up and down Jim’s back feeling the layer of sweat that had gathered
there. John reached up and pecked Jim lips. “God, you feel so good in me,” he
told the man now that his breathing had returned to something resembling
normal.
“Don’t ever do that again,” Jim scowled at him, taking one hand from where it
supported him on the bed and jerked the boy’s collar forward, bringing them
nose to nose, “There is a reason for going slow. Now, who’s in charge?”
John shuttered at Jim’s fierce expression. “You are sir, I’m sorry.” He gave an
experimental cant of his hips. Jim groaned and dropped his head to John’s
shoulder. “Please move, Daddy,” John asked just above a whisper. He wasn’t sure
how Jim would respond to the title, but he had to find out it had been in the
back of his mind for weeks.
The growl of pure pleasure that erupted for Jim was nothing short of primal.
Grabbing John’s collar, he attacked the boys mouth. Kissing was too soft for
what he gave John. Jim plunged his tongue into the boys mouth, plundering the
pliant orifice. He pulled out of the boy until just the head remained incased,
then slammed in in one smooth motion. When they needed air, Jim lowered John’s
head to the bed. He grabbed the boy’s legs and shifted them to his shoulders,
letting him bury his cock even deeper in to John’s heat.
John’s shoulders lifted off the bed and his head fell back against the pillows,
mouth gaping with a silent cry as Jim pumped his cock into his body. Jim
shifted forward just slightly, causing his prick to graze the bundle of nerves
just inside Johns opening every time he thrust in.
“Oh god baby you are so beautiful,” Jim cooed, taking in the sight of John
writhing under him completely incoherent with pleasure. “Yes baby boy.”
John didn’t know up from down anymore, he just knew that what ever ghosts that
had haunted his mind no longer existed. That one thing that had seemed to be
missing earlier was now in place, and it was Jim claiming his body, as he had
claimed his heart, mind and soul.
Jim was so close, so very close. He wanted his baby to go first so reaching
down; he grabbed John’s hard cock and gave it several firm strokes.
The orgasmic sheik that pulled itself from John’s throat was ear splitting.
After just a few strokes, John felt the pressure that had built up in his
bollocks explode showering his chest and stomach with strips of hot cum, his
body arching off the bed from the force of it.
Jim continued to thrust himself in and out of John’s hot, wet little body. His
hands gripped the boy’s hips tightly to keep them steady. He felt his baby’s
insides quiver and clench as he orgasmed, pulling Jim’s from him instantly. One
final thrust, and he shot his seed deep into the boy’s shaking body.
Forehead to forehead, they breathed each others air as they came down. Jim
slowly pulled out and slid to the side of John, who lay boneless staring at the
ceiling. Jim smiled at his baby’s expression, or lack there of. They had both
just experienced orgasms that could never be replicated in intensity. It was
the most connected to someone he had ever felt in his life. “I love you,” he
whispered into the boy’s temple.
John was lost in his head, just floating back and forth. He came back to
reality when he heard Jim’s voice. Turning his head to look at his lover, he
just blinked a couple of times before the biggest most radiant smile broke his
face. “Brilliant,” he sighed dreamily.
Jim giggled, a blush painting his face. “Come here, you.” He pulled John to
him, effectively smearing the drying mess on the boy’s front all over him as
well. It didn’t matter; his love was snuggling in his arms. The world was
finally right for Jim Moriarty, and he would fight tooth and nail to keep it
this way.
A grunt coming from Jim’s chest a few minutes later. “I’m all sticky and
itchy,” John complained, not even making an effort to turn his face from its
place in Jim’s sternum. Jim’s laugh rumbled through John’s head, making him
break out into a fit of giggles.
“Come you baby boy, lets get showered.” Jim chuckled again as he got off the
bed, looking back and seeing that John had flipped onto his back and flung his
arm over his eyes. “Up, Now,” Jim ordered warmly.
John pulled his rather sore ass of the bed. He groaned as he took a few steps
toward the adjoined bathroom. “Will I always be this sore after?” he asked
grimacing.
“No love, but you did insist on going faster then is advisable for a first
time, so you’ll just have to deal with the pain,” Jim told the boy sternly, but
there was a smile on his face as he said it. He walked into the bathroom and
started the shower, setting the temperature on the warmer side. Turning from
the slate tiled shower stall, he motioned John to step closer. He reached
behind the boy’s neck and unbuckled his collar.
John jerked back grasping the front of his collar to keep it on. Terror showing
in his eyes.
“It’s ok baby, I’m just taking it off so you can shower, ok,” Jim tried to
reassure him. He couldn’t believe that his baby was so protective of it.
“Oh, yeah,” John chuckled embarrassedly, dropping his eyes to the floor.
Jim pulled the boy into a soft kiss, showing him that it was ok. Pulling back,
he looked the boy over. Bruises littered the boy’s smooth neck and hips, the
boy’s cum clinging to his chest and stomach and his own drying down the back of
his thighs. Delectable.“Hop in.”
                                           ~~~~~~~~~~
The shower was finally over, and with no small amount of kisses and giggles.
Jim loved fully owning his baby. Moreover, he could tell clear as day that John
relished it. They dressed in pajamas though it was still a bit early.
 “Come to the office when you’re done doing what ever it is that you need to
do.” Jim went to his office, not waiting for a reply. He knew John would do as
he was told. Sitting behind the large mahogany desk, he turned on his desktop.
He sifted through a few emails, mostly people wanting to pay millions for him
to “fix-it” for them. Finely he opened his CCTV video feed, this was going to
be hard for John, but it needed to be done.
John walked into the office and sank into one of the spare chairs with a sigh
and a smile. Looking at Jim, his smile slipped off his face. “What’s wrong?” He
didn’t like the sick feeling that started to churn in his belly.
Jim looked back at him thoughtfully. “This is going to be difficult for you,
but I need you to come over here and look at this person.” He hated to shock
his baby like this and right after something so amazing as what they had just
shared. 
“Ok,” John stood, squaring his shoulders. Walking around the desk, he stood to
the side and slightly behind Jim, his hand resting on the older man’s shoulder.
Jim flicked the screen to a close up still shot of Sherlock Holmes. “Do you
know him?”
“Yes,” John swallowed hard, hand gripping Jim’s shoulder.
“Tell me.”
“He was the last man to rape me. He was the one who bite me and beat me with
his crop,” John answered mechanically, eyes distant.
“Ok baby.” Jim pulled John into his lap and cuddled him. He was shaking. “Shh,
its ok love, we’ll get him ok, shh.” Get him indeed. However, it wouldn’t be
Jim that did it. He rocked the boy for several minutes until the tremors wore
off. “Now, tell me why you called me Daddy,” he said changing the subject.
“Oh that.” John was blushing again, he didn’t think he had blushed so much in
his entire life. “I’ve thought about it for a few weeks and it just…sort of
came out. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”
John looked shocked, so his boy was full of surprises. “I love it,” he growled
low in the boy’s ear.
“Really?”
“Oh yeah, so now you address me as Sir or Daddy. Unless we are in public and
you feel uncomfortable calling me Daddy, then you’re excused to just use Sir or
Jim.” He knew he had used the title before when making a point to an unruly
target “Daddy’s had enough now” but never before has it been so fucking sexy as
it was falling from his baby’s lips.
“Ok Daddy,” John gave him a coy little smile, batting his blond lashes.
Jim gave him a playful glare before kissing him solidly. After they came up for
air, he sent john back to his chair. They had a lot to discuss and it would
take hours to get it all sorted. No time like the present.
***** Chapter 18 *****
Chapter Notes
     sorry for the delay in updating, RL got crazy for a minute lol :)
Weeks turned into months and John thrived. His night terrors are less now,
thanks to the constant presence of Jim next to him in bed. The tutors arrive on
a daily basis, a few days a week. John studied the usual High School subjects,
history, math, sciences and the like.  However, John’s favorite subject was
anatomy. Jim had set up several specialty studies when he had heard that John
wanted to be a doctor. John loved learning how the human body worked, though he
found he was vastly becoming fascinated with how it didn’t work or more
accurately, how to make it not work.  
Jim was excited to see his baby doing so well with his studies; he really was a
proud daddy. Because of John’s studies, Jim had started doing a lot of his work
from home so he could be there to help and to keep an eye on those that spent
the most time with his most prized possession. No matter how much he vetted
someone, he trusted no one. Ok, so he certainly trusted John, and of course
Sebastian. Usually. 
John loved learning; it was evident in his grades. He liked his Tutors and was
grateful that Jim wanted him to learn and from the best too. They weren’t too
boring usually, even the older ones with grey beards and balding heads had
interesting stories to share about their fields of study. John’s favorite tutor
was a twenty-six year old biology major from America. The best part of his
teacher’s visits aside from the study itself was the older man’s stories of
hunting and camping in the mountains of Montana. Henry always made it sound so
exciting. John always felt a flush fill his cheeks whenever the young man was
around, maybe it was because he complimented him often for his good work. They
always seemed to share little innocent touches in the hours that they were
together studying. Fingers brushing while passing this or that, shoulders
bumping lightly as the older moved closer to show something in detail.  John
thought nothing of it; he was just excited to have a friend. Neither noticed
the demonic eyes tracing their every move. 
Henry Hamilton was studying and living in London when Jim pulled him in to
teach John. John enjoyed learning under the ginger haired man, his soothing
foreign accent kept him captivated for hours. Though Henry was learning Uni
level biology, he had no problem bringing it down to High School level. He
found not long after starting with John that the boy excelled in science and so
a month after beginning, he was feeding John Uni material. He loved the look of
glee on the boy’s face when a solution was pieced together and made sense; it
always brought a smile to his face. He found John to be very handsome even at
his young age, even more so with that damn infectious smile. He began to long
to wrap the boy in his arms and sample the lips that formed such radiant
smiles.
It was Tuesday afternoon, Henry’s day to teach John Biology. At the sound of
the bell, John dashed to the door and threw it up. Smiling up at the tall man,
he grabbed the man’s hand and tugged him into the dining area where they did
their studies. John chatted away about what he had learned from his homework,
while he pulled all his science equipment out. Henry laughed at the boy’s
excitement. This was one of those moments that were so hard to hide. He wanted,
badly.
Jim knew who was at the door before John opened and so stood to excuse himself
to his office so he wouldn’t disturb. Walking past, he noticed the unfiltered
longing in the man’s expression even as he laughed at John’s antics. Jim shook
his head slightly and kept walking. He was clearly imagining things; yes, his
John was beautiful but this man knew better…didn’t he? Because of the type of
person Jim was, he decided it might be better to keep a closer eye on them.
Better to be safe then sorry.
Henry set up a rack of slides for John to examine with the microscope he had
pulled from a cupboard designated for just his study equipment. He glanced
through the eyepieces to make sure it was in working order before he called the
boy over to start his comparisons. Calling the boy over, Henry didn’t get a
chance to move before John wedged himself between the older man and the table,
excited to see what was on the slide. God, the boy felt good pressed up against
him. Taking a deep breath, he placed his hands on the boy’s hips; this was so
beyond just wanting to kiss him. Henry hoped the growing bulge in his trousers
went unnoticed. Keeping his voice as even as possible, he asked, “So what do
you see?” The boy seemed oblivious to how close they were and where Henry’s
hands were; he was far to focused in his study.
“Well, I see a big difference in the spore shapes between the mold and the
mildew,” John answered hopeful he had done well.
“Good Job, John,” Henry said softly in his ear, pulling the boy back against
him and crowding against his back. His now hard cock was pressing into the
crease of the boy’s ass. God, he felt so good. If it was any indication, the
whimper he just heard told him John was enjoying it too. The little flirt.
Henry lowered his head further and placed a small kiss to the boy’s neck,
loving the little quakes that ran through the boy. Why did that psycho in the
other room get to have this lovely little thing? He didn’t deserve him. Henry
knew he could take the boy away, keep him safe, love him, and take care of him.
If John would only let him.
The instant he felt the bulge in Henry’s trousers press against him, John
froze. No, this couldn’t happen again, he was safe, safe here with Jim. He
tried to call out for his daddy but all that came out was a whimper.  He kept
opening and closing his mouth but nothing came out. When he felt the older
man’s lips on his neck, he whole body shook. Nonononononononono! DADDY!
Jim glanced up to the video monitor that showed the dinner table and nearly
fell out of his chair in shock. There, in hishome, was a monster incarnate. Jim
saw red. He hit the panic button under his desk, slipped his berretta from the
desk drawer and silently made his way out to the kitchen area. The look on his
baby’s face would haunt him for years. It was a look of fear, pain, and
betrayal. Jim cleared his throat.
“I would suggest stepping away, unless you’re interested in spending the rest
of your life as a pair of shoes,” Jim said in a cold calm voice.
Henry gasped and jumped back when he heard Jim’s voice. Fear and panic flooded
his body; he hadn’t even realized he had gotten lost in his head just holding
the boy. He glanced down to Jim’s hand and noticed the gun. He was a dead man.
The second he felt Henry release him, he ran to Jim and buried his face in the
man’s neck, arms wrapped around his daddy’s waist. He didn’t want Jim to think
he was weak by crying but he just couldn’t manage to care at the moment. He was
safe now; daddy had saved him yet again.
“Please, Mr. Moriarty, I…I didn’t mean any harm. I would never…never hurt John,
I care about him,” Henry stammered, hands rose in surrender. He felt the sweat
starting to form on his face.
Jim grabbed John as soon as the boy threw himself at him, arm wrapping tightly
around his shoulders keeping him pressed close. Pointing the gun at the
redhead, he gestured for the man to move around the table. Jim motioned the man
to take a seat on the couch. Sebastian would be here soon, and then the fun
would begin. He just hoped John could stomach what he was about to see.
***** Chapter 19 *****
Sebastian burst through the front door, scanning the room for the threat,
murder in his eyes. The panic call that had summoned him had only been put in
place for John, in case he was ever home alone and got scared or injured. He
was rather shocked to find Jim standing there with a gun pointed at someone and
with a distressed John in his arms. Seb looked at his boss with a raised
eyebrow.
“There you are, do us all a favor and get this piece of shit out of here,” Jim
told Seb, voice dripping with distain and disgust. “You know where to take him,
I’ll be there shortly. Oh and Seb? Make sure he’s ready by the time I get
there.”
Seb grabbed the terrified man and zip tied his hands behind his back. Shoving
the man out the door, he left without a word.
After putting his gun in his jacket pocket, Jim hugged the boy, rubbing
comforting circles in his back and shoulders. “Shhh, it’s ok baby, he’s gone. I
won’t ever late anything happen to you,” he said softly in the boy’s hair.
“He’ll pay for what he did.”
“H-h-how will you make his pay,” John hiccuped, looking up into Jim’s face,
“wh-why does this keep happening to me daddy?”
Jim looked down into his boys red swollen eyes, “He’s going to die very slowly
baby… and I want you to see how I do it.” He had to be blunt with John if he
was ever going to understand all that Jim could do. As for the boy’s other
question, he wasn’t sure how to answer it so he just left it.
John’s eyes went wide. “You’re, you’re going to kill him?” he asked timidly.
Jim couldn’t tell if it was shock or awe that he heard in his baby’s voice.
“Yes love, and I want you to watch and maybe even help me.”
“Why?” John asked, brow furrowing.
“Why am I going to kill him, or why do I want you to watch and help?” Jim
replied a little confused.
“Both.”
“ Well, baby. He touched what wasn’t his to touch and he hurt you when he did.
As for the other, I want you to finely see what kind of work I do for a
living,” Jim told the boy. He was a concerned at how John might take this
information. “You don’t have to watch or help if you really don’t want to, I
would never force you my love.”
John lowered his head a little, he needed to think for a moment and figure out
how he felt about all this. He loved his daddy to no end and would do anything
for him, but did he want to see him kill his teacher, or anyone else for that
matter? Yes. Yes he did. He could maybe even experiment on how to make the body
stop working. It could be fun, and it would definitely be ok if they weren’t
good people. He knew from experience that no matter how nice someone seemed
they were all rotten on the inside. Except his daddy, he was always honest with
John and even told him it was ok if he didn’t want to see it. Oh, and Sebby was
good too. Yes, he definitely wanted to watch and help.
“Ok, Daddy. Let’s go show him who I belong to,” John said with a giddy little
smile looking up at Jim.
Jim saw a glint in the boy’s eye; it was one he saw in his own eyes when he
looked in the mirror. Oh, it was Christmas! Here in his arms was his own little
loyal psychopath-in-the-making. His cock went from soft to raging hard in
seconds. God, did he want him here and now. He wanted so bad to turn the boy
over the back of the couch and pound into him. Maybe after this mess is done.
Jim slammed his lips against John’s, biting at his bottom lip. He plunged his
tongue into his baby’s mouth, exploring every knock and cranny. He tasted of
peppermint toothpaste and tea. God, he tasted wonderful. Pulling back for air,
he looked into the boy’s hungry eyes. “Later baby, I promise,” he whispered.
John stood panting, staring into his daddy’s handsome face. He wanted him to
fuck him hard, but he was also excited to see what Jim was going to do to
Henry. “Ok, daddy. Let’s go,” he replied, pulling Jim toward the door.
Jim couldn’t help but laugh and revel in the boy’s excitement. And he thought
he was the only one that got excited at the prospect of murder. “Ok, ok I’m
coming,” he giggled. This was definitely going to be fun.
                                  ~~~~~~~~~~~
                                        
Walking into the large empty tractor shed that sat a couple of miles down the
road from the house, Jim saw that Seb had prepared the space, and man, as he
had instructed. A small metal stand stood off to one side and held an
assortment of bladed implements, tools for beatings as well a gun. There was
also a chair sitting next to the stand, just in case John needed to sit down.
Good thinking.
John walked through the door and stopped short. Cocking his head to one side,
he took in the figure in the middle of the floor. Curiously and cautiously,
John moved toward the man. Circling around him, he saw that Henry was on his
knees, wrists chained to the floor on either side of him. His shirt had been
removed as well as his trouser. Looking up, John noticed Jim watching him
intently. He answered with a bright-eyed smile.
Jim returned the smile with a smirk. “Johnny boy, come over here and have a
seat while I talk to Mr. Hamilton,” he instructed the boy with a wave of his
hand in the direction of the chair. Turning to the table, he looked over his
choices. He looked over at John, who had just sat down. “Which one do you think
I should start with, baby?” he asked loud enough for the chained man to hear.
John smiled again, eyes bright with excitement. “ That whip looking thing
there,” he replied pointing to something that looked a miniature whip. It was a
dark tan with teal strips on the top and bottom of the handle.
“Oh, the flogger,” Jim said after a moment of slight confusion.
John nodded his answer.
“Good choice, love,” he told his boy with a grin, “We’ll start at the bottom
and work our way up.”
Henry told himself he wasn’t going to beg, or show any emotion. He didn’t feel
that what he did was wrong, he truly cared about John and wanted to get him
away to somewhere safe. He was even more certain and determined to do that now
that he had asked the boy to help pick what kind of pain to inflict on him.
“John, sweetie, you don’t have to help him,” he called over to the boy, “ I can
take you somewhere safe.” He was concerned about getting himself somewhere safe
too of course, but he knew he was the only one who might influence the boy to
run away with him.
John’s face lost its radiance, turning pale and stony, when he heard the
chained man address him. He slowly got up from the chair and approached the
man. Stopping in front of him, John pulled himself up as tall as possible; jaw
clenched, and looked down his nose at him.
Henry looked up at him with hopeful eyes. “I love you, John. I have for weeks.
Please, tell him to let me loose and then we can leave together,” he told the
boy in soft tones. “You’re the most beautiful young man I’ve ever meet, I love
you.”
John held out his hand toward Jim as he continued to look at thing on the
floor. He could bring himself to even think of Henry as a man anymore, or human
for that matter.
Jim looked at John, confusion clouding his face.
“Hand it here,” John said just loud enough for Jim to be able to hear. He stood
waiting for a response. “NOW!”
Hearing his baby’s shout, Jim’s confusion broke. He was being asked for the
flogger. He wasn’t a man that got confused easily, if at all, but he wasn’t
expecting his sweet baby boy to want to get his hands dirty so soon.
“Sweetheart, he’s not a good man. He’s a murderer. He won’t keep you safe, and
he can’t love you, He’s too cold hearted to,” Henry babbled, trying desperately
to make John see reason.
John didn’t see reason; he saw red. No one spoke ill of Jim, especially around
him. Moreover, to think that he liked this piece of dirt. Running a hand over
the tail of the flogger, John looked between the man on the floor and the tool
in his hand. Rearing back his arm, he brought the flogger down on the kneeling
man’s shoulders with all the strength he could gather. “You shouldn’t have said
that,” John said softly, his voice eerily cold and intense. He was panting
after three good blows, his anger at the man’s insults waning.
Henry thought he had prepared himself for the sting that came for the flogger,
but he soon found he wasn’t any where near prepared. He certainly wasn’t
expecting this kind of power from the boy. He was deceptively strong. The first
blow landed and Henry howled. He knew at that moment that there was never any
hope of persuading the boy of anything. He was as dark and twisted as Mr.
Moriarty was.
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Chapter Notes
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Jim couldn’t express the pride he held in his heart at that moment. His boy was
brilliant, powerful, vengeful, and so very beautiful. He could see his muscles
strain and pull with each blow and it was glorious. After several blows, he saw
that his boy was tiring and walked over to him, removing the flogger from his
small hand and pulling the boy to him.
“Okay, baby. You did wonderful, I’m so proud of you,” Jim murmured against the
boy’s head. “Go sit down.”
John shuffled over to the chair and sat with a sigh. The adrenaline from the
whole ordeal was leaving his system, making him tired and wanting to just go
home. However, he wanted to watch his daddy’s work more, so he didn’t say
anything about his fatigue.
Jim replaced the flogger with a scalpel. He smiled at it in his hand, thinking
of how his baby wanted to be a doctor--how this was such a fitting thing to use
on the red head. Giving John a little wink and a wicked smile, Jim turned on
his heels and sauntered over to his prey.
“Well, well, well, what are we going to do with you Mr. Hamilton,” Jim’s cheery
singsong voice carried through the building. “You’ve been such a naughty boy,
touching my Johnny.”
Henry squeezed his eyes closed and lowered his head with a whimper.
“Oh no Mr. Hamilton, you’re going to look at me as I cut you or I’ll cut your
eyes out first,” Jim growled, eyes narrowing.
Henry lifted his head reluctantly, eyes rising to settle on the seething face
of Jim Moriarty. His breath came in short pants and his body shook
uncontrollably.
Jim looked down at the scalpel in his hand, twirling it from side to side, the
light glinting off the bright metal blade. Glancing up to the chained man, he
swung hard, landing a hard blow on Henry’s face. The swelling was
instantaneous. The adrenaline, anger, and frustration that coursed through his
body felt so fucking good! Slipping the blade into his pocket, Jim let another
severe punch land on the man’s face. Blood crept out of Henry’s mouth and Jim
grinned wickedly.  Punches moved to swift kicks to the ribs and face. The man
lay in a bloody, bruised heap leaving Jim only slightly out of breath. Jim met
Sebastian’s gaze who gave him a disinterested look that clearly said “Hurry up
so I can get this shit cleaned up before it gets late.” With a huff of
annoyance, Jim turned and walked over to where John was sitting quietly.
Offering his hand to John, he lightly pulled the boy from the chair. “Let’s end
this,” Jim told John quietly, leading him over to the battered man. Letting go
of John’s hand, he walked behind the man, gripped his hair and pulled hard,
exposing the underside of his neck to the boy.
“You’re choice,” Jim told John, handing him the scalpel. It was time to see if
John really had what it took to become the killer Jim wanted him to be.
John took a deep breath, an eerie calm settling over his body. He looked from
the blade to Jim and back again. Should he save this man or should he end his
life and make the man that he truly loved proud of him? The man hadn’t done
anything nearly as horrible to him like those in his past had. However, Jim
owned him, so the Mr. Hamilton had no right to touch him. With another deep
breath and a stiff nod of his head, John took the offered scalpel with a rock
steady hand.
Clenching his jaw, John squatted down in front of the man that had been his
teacher. With a slow and steady pressure, he began to drag the blade across the
man’s neck, starting at his left ear. John ignored the screams coming from the
man as he watched with fascination as blood bloomed and trickled in the wake of
the slice. Pushing harder still, he felt the muscle and tendons in the neck
separate. He knew from his anatomy lessons that he had to go deep to cut the
arteries. Blood squirted his face letting him know he had found his mark. With
the same pressure, he continued the cut all the way to the other ear. At the
end of his cut, John stood up and looked over at Jim with a calm but stunned
expression then looked down at the blade still clasped firmly in his hand. He
couldn’t take his eyes off of the blood that coated it.
Jim let go of the dying, bleeding body slump to the floor. Looking to his baby,
he admired how the bright red splatter improved his looks exponentially.
Looking over at Seb, he gave him a nod to let him know to get started on the
clean up. He walked around to John, laid a hand on his shoulder and led him out
to the car.
The trip home was a silent one; Jim in his head, and John still staring at the
scalpel that he refused to let go of.
When they arrived home, Jim took the blade gently from the boy’s hand and laid
it on the counter. “Go take a shower and go to bed,” Jim told him a flat voice.
John of course complied immediately and without question, just as Jim knew he
would. Once the boy had entered the bathroom, Jim moved to his room and quickly
packed a bag. Taking a deep breath, Jim left the house with a backward glance.
It was time. Time to see if there was more to his John: either he was a
mindless drone that did only what it was told, or he was exactly what Jim
needed him to be. If the latter, the boy’s name would be as feared as Jim’s. If
not, then the small plot of land Seb had prepared a few months ago would be the
last resting place of a nice boy by the name of John Hamish Watson.
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