Want to bet on it? (John/Moriarty)

John shivered when Jim leaned in to cup his cheeks, his body wanted to lean into the touch, but he didn't let it.
"No, let him go, please just let him go," he whispered, pulling his face away.

He stared at the side, willing himself not to cry, but whatever he told himself seemed just to make things worse.
He couldn't even say goodbye.
/I'm sorry Sherlock.../

"I'll do what you want, just let him go..."

Jim's eyes lightened up at John's words. He was agreeing? He would stay right here of he let Sherlock go?

"I need your word on this, John." He pleaded. He needed John, he wanted him desperately back into his life.

Jim got his phone out and tapped a short text message on it. Not soon later 2 men walked into the room where he held Sherlock. One held out a gun, the other just walked in.

--

Sherlock had kept as still as possible. He knew who was behind this. Moriarty, of course. No one else would be that sick. No one else would strap a bomb to him.

As the people came walking into the room, Sherlock knew Moriarty had got what he wanted. "No!" He shouted. He was well aware of the cameras in this room, so he might as well be watched thos very minute. "John, whatever he asked you, don't do it. Don't to it, you hear me?!"

John groaned, his muscles hurt for struggling against the cuffs, but he was starting to feel numb anyway. "As if I could do anything anyway, I am bloody cuffed here," he whimpered, ashamed of the fact he kept crying.

He just couldn't believe it.
He was never going to see Sherlock again.

His head snapped up when he heard the familiar voice breaking through the silence.
John, whatever he asked you, don't do it. Don't to it, you hear me?!

He looked at his friend, his heart breaking even more, how was Sherlock going to survive this? Alone?
But living like that had to be better than not living at all.
"I'm sorry," he moaned, biting his lip not to cry louder, he felt like a baby, unable to control his emotions.

"I could easily change that." Jim said, twirling the key to open up the handcuffs between his fingers. "Poor Sherlock. He can't hear you though." His thumb once more wiped off some of the tears streaming down his ex boyfriend's eyes.

"But I have to admit, John. Seeing you cuffed like this is rather... Sexy." He winked, before getting up and turned the TV off. John didn't have to know what happened to Sherlock at this moment. If he thought Sherlock was safe now he might want to try and escape. And Jim of course could not take that risk.

"Now. Where were we?" He said ever so sweet, seductively smiling at John.

John wasn't listening, his whole world was crumbling around him and he felt in shock.
"Promise me you won't hurt him," he muttered, watching as the cuffs were undone.
He rubbed his wrists, berating himself for not being able to fight Jim.
He could kill him now if only he had the courage to wrap is hands around his throat.

He sat there, motionless, speechless, hardly registering Jim's words.
"Stay away from me," he growled, he couldn't believe Jim had the courage to try to seduce him now.
Did he have any idea of what he had done to him?

"Fine. I promise." Jim smiled, still walking closer to John.
"You've no idea how happy you just made me. I swear I'll make you happier then you've ever been John, just give me the chance." Jim stopped there, a few steps away from his for lover. He'd love kissing John now, hugging him, just feeling him close. But he knew John would not take that right now and he might end up punching him.

John really hoped that he could trust Jim on that, even though he knew that the criminal wasn't exactly a person one could trust at all.
"I didn't even say goodbye..." he whispered, looking at the black screen of the TV.

He laughed bitterly at Jim's words.
"At least someone's happy here," he commented dryly. He really had no idea what he had done to deserve this.

"Goodbye's are pretty overrated, aren't they?" Jim said as he thought back at how John left him without saying goodbye. The thought of it still made him shiver.

He slowly took another step closer to John. "I will make you happy. I promise." Jim said in a lowered voice, his eyes widening slightly to make his face look more innocent.

"I don't like going away without saying goodbye," he said, looking at him pointedly. "I would have never done if they hadn't literally dragged my away... it's ironic, you are doing the same," he hissed, he still couldn't deal with the pain in his chest.
He just wanted to explain, to tell Sherlock it was going to be okay, even though they both knew it was a lie.

John shook his head at Jim's words. "And who's going to make Sherlock happy?" he muttered, his voice shaking with the worry he felt towards his best friend.
Sherlock was not good alone.
Not good at all.

"And you are delusional if you think I can ever trust you again..."

"What goes around comes back around, John." He replied, trying to sound reassuring in some way. "You want someone to go and make Sherlock happy? Because I could make that happen, you know." Jim's hand slipped into his pocket as he stood there just watching John.

He then shuffled a bit closer. "Come on, John. You can trust me. I've never lied to you and I always kept my word." Jim said. He did after all.

John looked at him as he spoke, there were many ways to interpret those words, but for some reason at the moment he knew he had been a big factor in making Jim the man he was now. "Is this revenge?" He asked, and shook his head.

"I don't want you to play with Sherlock's life even more than you already did," he muttered, and he could only hope Sherlock would not try to avenge him for this. He still didn't want either of them getting hurt. God, why did he still care for Jim?

He laughed bitterly at Jim's words again, "Right, you just forgot to mention you are the most dangerous man on the planet," he snarled, his heart throbbing painfully in guilt. "I have the feeling our morals are quite different at the moment."

Jim shook his head once more. John did not seem to understand his actions at all. "Revenge? No no no." He said rather soft. "This is love." Jim took a good step forward, now only inches away from John.

"Fine. However you wish, honey." Jim huffed when he wasn't allowed to send someone over to Sherlock.

He simply rolled his eyes at John's next comment. "Dangerous..." He said, moving his hand up and running is over John's. He once more took a step closer and leaned forward to he could whisper in John's ear. "I know you like dangerous. John." He groaned.

"Love!" He exclaimed, he couldn't believe Jim's words. "Forcing me to be with you is love?" He looked at him, as if asking whether he was serious. "You are crazy."

John tensed up when Jim moved closer, and shivered when he whispered in his ear, the memory of their kiss, a few weeks before, came back to his mind, the way they fit together, the way it felt just right, it was unfair that John had never been able to feel the same with anyone else.
The actual words then sank in. "What do you know of who I am now?" He answered with a growl that felt oddly sexual.

"Do correct me if I'm wrong." Jim replied. John loved dangerous things, Sherlock was giving him just that thrill. He'd always been like that, even in the passed.

"John." Jim whispered later, his hand stretching out and brushing over John's sleeve. "Just give me another chance." He spoke soft, his eyes restless on John's face.

"I like danger, it's true," he hissed, angry at himself for being like that. "But I am not a criminal..." he protested, his lips pursing in a thin nervous line.

John's body was betraying him, it was making him feel things he was not supposed to feel. "No, stay away from me," he said, even though he was longing to have Jim closer. He knew it was the rational thing to say, it was what he wanted to say if he thought about Sherlock. "You've caused so much pain..."

Jim once more stepped closer, their chests always pressing together now. "Criminal is such an overrated word." He whispered as he once more ran his hand along John's arm, though this time he stopped, grabbing the other's wrist.

Jim pulled John's hand and therefor the rest of his body closer. Forcing John to put his hand on his lower back. His own face moved closer To John's, though Jim lowered his and attached his lips to John's neck. "Let me..." he kissed his way up. "Ease..." And back down. "That pain.."

John's body was shaking with want, every cell in his body was longing for Jim and wanted him to bloody do something about it. Blue eyes clouded over with lust, and for a moment he just tilted his head to the side, savoring the feeling of Jim's lips on his skin, enjoying the delicious chills that run up his spine.

He knew it wasn't right though.
He had to do something.
So he grabbed the other's shoulders and pushed him away, enough to be able to step back and walk away, moving like a rat in a cage, enraged by being so turned on by the other man.

"No," he protested, and shook his head. "You won't have me, not now," he snapped, feeling on edge. "This is not right, what you did is not right, and I don't want you to think for even a second that it is! That you can just kiss my neck and everything will be alright!"

Jim's lips kept attached to the soft skin of John's neck. His tongue ran over it, his teeth gritted in it and his lips slowly sucked it in. He was enjoying every bit of taste he was getting from this.
John's neck moving sideways was only a love extra feature for Jim, getting more access to this delicious area.

He was breathing heavily against the other's skin, putting every bit of effort into his actions.
He needed to have John. To him this felt ever so good. For a moment Jim got the idea John was about to embrace him back, though what happened was quite the opposite.He tried to protest at first but was already pushed back a few decent steps. Jim growled in annoyance.

" You can't deny you want it. Your body betrays you, John." Jim snapped back. " You agreed on my conditions to have you back. There's no turning back now." His head shook. Jim's own body was so ready to have John and he didn't like waiting. He felt like he was haunting for his prey and didn't like the idea of not getting when he want, when he wants it.

--

Sherlock was slowly dying in the inside. Mixed up feelings had been tearing him apart. John clearly had agreed on something with Moriarty and Sherlock couldn't possibly think of anything. This man was capable of anything after all. The man entered the room kept holding his gun up and now motioned Sherlock to get up and come with him.

"What do you want?" Sherlock asked slowly, not willing to obey by just a simple waves of an hand. Though no answer was given and the man aimed his gun visibly at a certain part of this bomb. With a sigh Sherlock slowly started following him. They went outside, for just a second though because Sherlock was being put in a car, blindfolded.

The detective was clearly annoyed with the whole situation. In his head he tried to visualize a map of London. He had a slight idea of where he'd been kept and with every turn the car took, a small imagined line followed on his map.

Left, long time straight forward, stoplight, right, driving slowly, another turn to the right, left, straight, left... Baker Street!

Without giving any sign of knowing where he was, Sherlock followed as the men led him out. As soon as he heard the door close again, he slowly moved to take his blindfold off. He was standing in the middle of his own living room and within seconds Sherlock started to take of his bomb coat. Once off he ran to his phone, which was left on the small coffee table.

The first number he called was Lestrade. Explaining the situation and saying the bomb was still active. Right after he fall down on his sofa, his knees weak and sweat dripping off his forehead. His tall pale fingers tapped a number on his phone's screen. John's.

"Come on, John. Pick up." He muttered desperately.

John's neck tingled and throbbed where Jim had sucked it, his back filled with chills of arousal that he could not deny. He wasn't going to lie, he wanted Jim, he wanted him ten thousand times more than he did when he was a teenager, the grinding passion had only become worse with the years apart.

"My body wants you, for it cannot tell the different between the old you and what you are now!" he snapped, furious and frustrated. "My body betrays me, but I am not an animal, I have a brain and I can control it! I won't let you conquer my will!" he insisted.

His confidence stumbled when he heard the rest of the words though, disbelief dancing on his expression for a long moment.
"Is that what it is then?" he asked, shaking his head in shock. "You don't just want me to stay with you, you want me to have sex with you to keep Sherlock safe, is that your plot? Is that what you want?" he hissed, hurt beyond belief. "You want me to be your whore and your toy!"

"Is there anything else you think about other than your personal satisfaction?" he shouted, tears streaming down his face again.

"No John that's not what I want." He snapped. "Can't you see? I love you. I'm desperate for you. I want you to be mine. I could care less about sex now. I just want to know you're here and not going anywhere ever again!" He explained in a wave of anger.

"You're not a whore, neither are you some toy. You're beautiful John. You're everything I ever wanted. Everything I need." Jim pleaded.

The words of love made John hesitate, his heart throbbing in his chest, the honesty with which Jim talked about him, it ripped him into two. "I would have killed to hear those words a few weeks ago," he confessed, looking at the side.

"But now... now you have menaced Sherlock, you're keeping me here, how can you even think things will just be okay?" he asked, shaking his head.

"You've always been the only one for me, Jim, but the only reason I am here now is to keep Sherlock safe," he muttered, looking at him briefly. "You don't seem to realize how much you are hurting me with this... this is not how people build relationships."

JIm couldn't keep his eyes of John. Seeing there indeed was some doubt in the other's mind, for now, was more then he could have hoped for.

"Sherlock used you, John. Can't you see? He always have. He used you for sex, for whatever he needed at whatever moment. He knew what kind of easy victim you were." Jim said softly.

He slowly tried to step closer again. "Let's go somewhere, far away. Just the two of us. I'll leave Sherlock alone. I don't care about him. I care about you." Jim said, his eyes begging John's to look back at him. "And perhaps when I know you won't run off anymore, you can go and visit your friend again." He added.

John's eyes sparkled proudly when Jim spoke, "I am not an easy victim," he protested, and sighed, looking at the side. "I used Sherlock much more than he used me, Jim," he whispered, and he honestly didn't know what to do, what to say, this was much more than he could understand, that he could take in.

"And even if he did use me, it doesn't matter, no one deserves this," he said, and closed his eyes, taking in the words. "Let me call him, let me say goodbye... and I will come where ever you want me to..."

Jim decided not to continue discussing whether John had been an easy victim or not. He just nodded and listened on to John's words.

As he asked for calling Sherlock, Jim's eyes narrowed. He didn't like it, though if it meant John dedicating all he had to their relationship, it would be worth it.

"Fine." He muttered, "I'll get your phone. You stay here." He demanded and walked out of the room. He was back within a minute, holding John's phone. "Seems like he already tried to call you... 9 times." Jim grinned, handing John his phone.

"No bullshit, alright?" He added.

--

Sherlock was still lying on the sofa, his phone resting on his chest. Lestrade by now had came and the bomb had been disarmed and taken away. He gave the DI all the information he had and then insisted on every one to leave. He had sank deep in thoughts, thoughts of John. He had tried to call him 9 times now, but he didn't pick up. Sherlock was worried, knowing what kind of danger Moriarty could bring with him.

John couldn't believe his ears when Jim agreed to let him call Sherlock, his expression relaxing suddenly even though he knew it was going to hurt much more if he talked to the detective.
He had to say good-bye though.

"I swear," he said when he received the phone, he looked at Sherlock's name on the screen and felt his heart throb painfully.

He pressed the recall button and looked at the flashing light on the screen for a moment before he pressed it to his ear, his eyes moving to look at Jim as he waited.