Sherlock Holmes is and always has been a great detective —but that never stopped him from being human.
He’s always had a heart– beating and counting the time left he has on this world.
He’s always had a conscience, no matter how twisted or bent his was.
He’s always had feelings– excitement, anger, spite.
But still, rarely, very rarely, does he show any sign of being human. He built a dam to keep in all of his feelings of pain, suffering, and anger at those people who were just ordinary. He kept looking for ways to avoid his feelings,whether it be through drugs, murder, or shooting at a smiley in the wall.
And boy, that could cause a hell load of trouble.
Unknowingly, he left himself open wide to the dangers of demonic possession. All of that pent up frustration and anger sent up a beacon to the sons of bitches down in hell. Indirectly, he was telling them how he was qualified– a bit overqualified, honestly, to be one of their soldiers. He said it himself– He may be on the side of the angels, but he certainly isn’t one of them. And when his heart finally stops and he goes to hell, he’d be one of the most terrifying demons to ever walk the earth. Hell, even the Winchesters with all their power from both heaven and hell wouldn’t be able to gank a monster like that.
After all, how do you fight something that can find endless ways to kill you with nothing but a glance?
This is a funny rp. I plotted it from the moment I replied and I executed the entire thing, and I'm certainly pleased. Consider Sherlock as a... Sort of Incubus. Thanks for all the fun stranger!
Stranger: ((Demonlock AU)) John ((19)) sat on the outer side of the demon trap or summon circle as his friends had called it when they drew the chalk symbol in the middle of his living room and claimed that it would be fun. This wasn't his idea of fun at all; John had no desire at all to dabble with the occult but he kept getting dragged into these silly things. John just assumed that summoning a demon would be as fruitless as the Ouija board that they had tried once before... but when the darkness seemed to become all the darker and a black smoke appeared, John became the only one of his friends to actually stay, his eyes wide in awe rather than horror. He couldn't believe it was true... would he be offered a deal? He had so many options but just once he decided to be selfish. He was going to ask for his leg to be fixed. After the car crash five years ago, he had walked with a limp. The doctors said that there was nothing wrong with him but sometimes it was so bad he even needed a chair to get around. So he could ask the demon to fix him. If this was even real. The demon looked more human than he had expected. Probably a joke. "Very funny... You're one of Greg's friends? I don't know how you did the smoke or how you got in but I'm not falling for it."
You: Humans were ridiculous beings. Selfish to the core and so very easy to corrupt. Fragile bodies and even more frail minds. They never thought through their words, never dared to even question whether there were loop holes. They could sign away their lives within seconds for money, power, /fame/. Pathetic. Sherlock knew all this by experience, having lived through the realm of Hell passing by soul after soul that had sold themselves to destruction. So when the call came forward and his world blurred around him, he knew exactly what would be asked of him. Five adolescents looking for relief. One to be skinny, another to stop the premature graying, one for money, the fourth wished to 'get the girl,' and the fifth wanted his leg to be fixed... /Odd/. Revealing himself in a tangible and realistic form, the brunet made note that only the blond with the bummed leg remained. He was about to demand why he was there, as per Hell's protocol, when the blond practically threw it all in his face.
Stalking to the edge of the circle, Sherlock let the darkness fill his gaze, slightly curled horns growing inches past his hair line at his temples. "I forgot how idiotic you humans became... Laughing in the face of fear, of /danger/ as if you're so much stronger than it." He snorted, his voice deep, dark, and /rumbling/. "Shall we make a deal, human, or was this all for naught?" He hissed, arms crossing over the Victorian coat he wore. Long claw-like nails tapped away at the rich stiff fabric with impatience as he waited.
Stranger: John frowned at the response he received; it was a convincing guise indeed if it was just that but he was beginning to see the flaw in his own certainty. None of Greg's friends would have been smart enough to respond like that, so in character and... Well then, John was stuck to admit that he was actually speaking to a demon. He swallowed, a moment of doubt passing through his mind. "Oh, we are going to make a deal... But first you have to tell me the price. My soul, right? But how long before you take it? What is the cost of a painless living to be able to walk freely? Ten years? Twenty?" He didn't know all the details. After all, they had just been messing around and joking with a spell that they thought would not work. And yet he stood before someone who could actually help him... At a price. So he struggled to his feet - his leg was giving him some pain today though not as much as earlier strangely enough - and stepped closer to the circle. "Go on..."
You: "Now you believe?" Sherlock cooed, head cocking to the side as he leaned forward. He very nearly dared to press himself against the barrier just to frighten the human, however... They had done a rather marvelous job at erecting the circle. He didn't want to chance a potential migraine attempting to break it. "You're all so very unoriginal... First thing you assume is that we'll take your souls as if there's nothing else you can offer us." The demon snorted, his right hand reaching out to drag the tip of his nail along the barrier. It crackled softly, creating small lines in view as it rejected his minor pushing. He drew his name into the barrier for the human, lips curling into a smug smirk that displayed the exaggerated points of his canines. "If I fix your leg, you will bind yourself to me. We have to stay together until you die. I get to see how much the human world has changed, and you... Well, you get to walk freely again." He mused as if this were the most casual conversation. "How does that sound...?"
Stranger: Oh. John stepped back again, merely considering it; he was sure that any making deals with demons would result in him going to hell whether he signed his soul away or not but not having a time limit on his life beyond humanity was actually a rather pleasant thought. He looked up again, reading the letters spelled out for him and nodded. Sherlock... To bind himself to the man for his entire life... He'd be a companion. A demon yes but he didn't seem all that bad. Just a little creepy. "No killing people. And you have to get decent clothes because I am not walking around with you like that. File your nails and... I'm guessing the eyes can't really be changed. We'll just tell people you're goth or something." He didn't know. He wasn't thinking straight, wasn't even thinking as he moved his foot across the line and rubbed the chalk out. "Deal."
You: Sherlock opened his mouth to retort, but the human rubbed the chalk out. "What an idiot." He laughed, stepping forward without a care. Instead of attacking, he walked. "We didn't shake on it. Must you all be so /quick/ to assume that just words will be enough. You have to /bind/ yourself." He searched the flat, tossing things to the side without a care. Books being dumped as he stalked across the immediate area making chaos. "This is how it will go, /human/. I will heal your leg and you will tie yourself to me. What does this pertain? This means that we will have to always be within a certain amount of distance from each other. Will twenty feet suffice? I thought it might. You do not dictate what I do and I will not dictate what you do. If I wish to parade myself in these clothes, then I shall, if I wish to keep my clothes in this manner, I will do it. /You/ have no control over /me/." He bit out just as he knocked a glass to the floor. There was more than what he was letting off... Such as the fact that John would need to keep healthy, strong, /clean/. If not, well, that would mean Sherlock would become vulnerable or weak. John's physical state would affect his. "Now, are we all in order, human?"
Stranger: John flinched when the glass hit the ground and shattered. He shouldn't have let him out until they had made the deal... And now he was wondering if it was even wise. Would Sherlock even behave himself when they were out in public or would he find his fun in similar manners to how he was now? John didn't particularly want to be followed by death and destruction. But twenty feet was alright. Sherlock could be in another room if he had a job interview or anything that important. And he did want the pain to stop - even though he couldn't feel it at this precise moment. He presumed that that was merely irony. "Yes..."
You: Brightening at the approval, Sherlock strode forward to grasp the front of the blond's shirt. Nails digging into the fabric, he leaned in just enough to bring their faces together. "We're going to have so much fun, human." He nearly purred, closing his eyes as he sealed the deal with a kiss. It was meant to be clinical, but why not have a bit of fun. He hummed low in his throat and pushed forward, teeth biting into the soft flesh of John's lower lip to draw a minimal amount of blood. He licked it all away before drawing back to give them space. The deal had been sealed and he could /feel/ the link forming. There was a visual representation of thread, bright and red as it wove around their forefingers to keep them entwined. Once the sensation completed and the thread disappeared, Sherlock took care of his appearance. Allowing the black recede from his gaze, he filled his eyes with a bright galaxy of blues and greens. The horns faded away next, leaving his curls in a minor unruly disarray until he reached up to fiddle and correct the strands with normal finger tips There wasn't much else about his appearance that he believed needed to be changed. Well, his fangs, but those were easy to hide with his lips. No one would even notice... "Now, /human/, let's go have some fun."
Stranger: John gasped as he was pulled quite violently into a kiss, not entirely sure what was going on or if it was even necessary because what the hell was wrong with a simple handshake. Not that he didn't enjoy it; it wasn't exactly professional or business-like and there was a depth to it that would have made him moan if it just lasted a single second longer. In any case, his cheeks were somewhat flushed when he pulled back. In any case he was surprised by Sherlock's change in appearance, the blues of his eyes more dazzling than any other feature. He was actually something to behold... "It's done? My leg's fixed?"
You: At the inquiry, the demon let his lips curl again and began to walk away. "Oh, no. Not yet. You never did say /when/ I had to fix it. Just that I did." He called back, itching to make his way to the door. He wasn't paying attention to the thread slowly unraveling from its pile on the floor as he move, humming as he moved. The limp was psychosomatic, so it couldn't be hard to cure. Everything about it was mental; there was no injury. All he needed to do was spice up the humans life and /there/. Everything would be perfect. Well, excluding the fact that he /did/ have to trail after the blond like some pup.
Stranger: John was horrified; he had wanted it now. The way this was... Sherlock sounded like he could wait another thirty years before he fixed his leg. John couldn't cope with that. He couldn't... So he folded his arms and stayed put. "I'm not moving until you fix my leg, Sherlock." He shook his head and leaned back against the wall, feeling the ache again. He wanted it to stop. Now he was bound to a demon and he'd made the mistake of not specifying a time. He was a fool.
You: Stopping at the response, the demon paused and turned back around. "You'll truly make me carry you...? Don't think I won't. I'll do however I wish. You see, you sold yourself to /me/." The brunet hissed, advancing again. He couldn't risk extending the thread and he /really/ didn't want to lift the human up. It would defile his reputation. Fine. "Come with me and I will fix your leg. You see, it's mental. /Psychosomatic/. If it were physical, it would be far easier. It's /you/ and the lack of excitement in your life. During the time we were making a deal, did your leg ache, human? /No/? That's because of the /exhilaration/ you received from my presence."
Stranger: John didn't want to believe a word that he said but the reality was that he was right; he'd felt no pain while they made the deal. He'd been excited, perhaps to that point. Psychosomatic would explain why the doctors never found anything wrong with him after the car crash... He didn't understand. He'd been in an accident. Traumatic yes but he didn't think he missed the excitement of it. Maybe he'd just assumed that there should be something wrong and his leg was the result... He faltered, feeling scolded and began to follow him, still pouting. "And my name is John," he muttered.
You: "I'm still going to call you human." Sherlock scoffed, beginning to walk again. Now he couldn't keep the excitement out of his steps or the beam of his gaze. It'd been so long since he'd been in the human world. Not to say that he hadn't kept up with everything. How could he not? "Let's go eat, human. Something full of protein and delicious... You all still make cakes and pastries-/I want to start there/." He purred, several strides ahead of the blond. "Then maybe I'll go sacrifice a virgin... I haven't done it in /such/ a long time, you see. It would be absurd of me to pass up the chance."
Stranger: For just a moment, John actually started to like the demon; Sherlock's desire for sweet pastry was actually quite endearing. He seemed childlike even and with a sweet tooth like that, John figured he could use cake to his advantage. "I know a good bakery and- you have got to be kidding..." And there went his appreciation. "We are not sacrificing anyone! No murder!"
You: Rolling his eyes at the immediate rejection, the demon didn't hesitate. "As if you control me. /You/ said no murder. /You/ wouldn't be involved. I do what /I/ want, human." Sherlock snorted, though he did begin to pout. And he /may/ have begun to sulk, but he wouldn't admit to anything. He raised his chin high, arms crossing over his chest petulantly. After a minute, he glance to John and frowned as deeply as possible. "You're going to ruin /all/ my fun."
Stranger: "You chose to make this deal," John smirked defiantly. "Could have made a nice little deal that got me banished to hell in a decade or two. But no, you wanted sweets," he teased. He couldn't though... The look on his face... He didn't know where it came from. "Male or female Virgin? Because I think Seb in my class hasn't gotten any..."
You: Turning suddenly, he stepped into John's face with the look of a child on Christmas morning. "Does it matter? A virgin is a /virgin/, human." He answered gleefully before spinning on his heel to walk faster. "We must go to his house. Then I'll take care of /everything/-should I draw it out or make it quick? No, no! Don't answer that, you'll only ruin the moment."
Stranger: This was so wrong... But honestly, John was back to thinking him endearing. Sherlock looked like a boy during easer being given his weight in chocolate eggs. If killing some jerk meant that smile was present then could it really be so bad? Yes! John mentally slapped himself. Of course it was. But still, his leg wasn't hurting. "Want to pick up cake on the way?"
You: "No, no. I'm full of energy. I'll take care of the virgin /first/ and then we'll go each pastries." Sherlock beamed, a dramatic bounce in his step as he walked. He didn't notice the glances they were receiving, but then, if he did, he likely wouldn't care. "What does this Sebastian look like? Not that it matters; a virgin /is/ a virgin after all...'
Stranger: John shrugged. "He's handsome I guess. Dark hair, kind of angular... I don't really know why he hasn't had sex yet to be honest. He's got all the equipment..." He shrugged. He wasn't his type personally but he did appreciate looks when someone had them.
You: "oh, this will certainly be even /better/!" Sherlock crowed, slowing his pace slightly so John cold keep up. "Where does he live? I want to see him and get it over with. I always prefer male virgins... So dramatic and so /delicious/." He purred as they came to a stop light. "So, where's your car, John?"
Stranger: "Don't have a car. Not medically allowed to drive because of my leg." He shrugged and looked at the three cars left abandoned by his friends outside. "Then again... My friends did leave me alone with a demon, right?" He smirked, taking the nearest one, Jim's, and taking the spare key that he'd kept in the glovebox. "Get in. Let's see if I can drive this thing."
You: Watching John curiously, Sherlock wondered if he had affected blond's personality. Then again, he didn't know the human well, so who was he to judge? Not really important given they /would/ be getting a virgin within the hour (hopefully). Getting into the metal contraption, the demon played with the seat belt for a few minutes before figuring it out. "How intriguing... Now, take me to this Seb."
Stranger: John smiled, not sure why he was doing any of this. Maybe he just didn't want to spoil Sherlock's fun or maybe this had always been hidden within him... He had to admit that it was highly exciting. "Right." He made sure Sherlock was buckled in and then drove, stalling a couple of times and cursing himself for the embarrassment before he managed it, the journey taking a mere fifteen minutes before he'd parked in front of Seb's house.
You: As soon as the car came to a stop, Sherlock jumped out and made his way towards the house. He didn't bother waiting for John, he just moved. He was excited, beyond any possibility. Once at the door, he knocked sharply one, twice, and a third time. He could already hear someone moving for the door. Giving a polite smile as it entered, fangs hidden by his lower lip, Sherlock gave a soft wave. "Hello, I'm here to speak with Seb."
Stranger: The woman who answered the door, Sebastian's mother, seemed confused before looking around Sherlock and seeing John. He smiled amicably, "Hello, Mrs Moran... Is he home?" They were waved inside then and John couldn't not smirk. Sherlock could have gotten in alone but there was something about helping him through. Of course his mother probably had to die too since she had seen them there...
You: Thanking the womanly kindly for allowing them in, Sherlock ushered John forward to lead him towards Sebastian's room. "Where is it?" He inquired, smiling with abandon now. He could already imagine what it would be like... How he would handle the virgin. And how soon it would actually come about. /Him/ taking a virgin within an hour of returning to walk among humans... /Gorgeous/.
Stranger: John let him into Sebastian's room where the boy was laid on his own bed, oblivious to his surroundings with loud music passing into his ears through headphones. "There you go..." He closed the door behind them, curious.
You: Sherlock walked in, pausing when John was there. He frowned, opening the door. "Out. I'm not having you watch." He muttered, as if it were the most ridiculous thing he thought could come from the human. "Sit outside for a moment. Go speak with the mother. I'll only need fifteen minutes."
Stranger: John frowned, looking very much like a kicked puppy before turning around and going back downstairs to ask for a glass of water, a seemingly normal thing to do. He chatted to Mrs Moran though he was far more interested in what was going on upstairs.
You: Sherlock approached the human slowly before tapping him on the shoulder. He took a nervous demeanor, cheeks darkening with blush. Sebastian seemed startled by his appearance before the situation melted away. The demon left the room fifteen minutes later, skin flushed, eyes bright, and hair severely mussed up. "Thank you, Mrs. Moran." He hummed, smiling towards John. "Shall we go?"
Stranger: John frowned and moved to follow him, unsure what this even meant. He would be in so much trouble, accessory to murder... Still, he followed him outside. "What about her? What exactly did you do because when she finds out, I'm an accessory!"
You: With his very own frown, Sherlock stopped to face John with a highly confused expression. "Accessory...? Why ever would you be an accessory?" He inquired, deciding not to move from his spot until John answered him. He crossed his arms over his chest, eyebrow quirked.
Stranger: "Well, there are laws here, Sherlock! Most people don't believe in demons and your kind of supernatural... Occult stuff. What exactly is his mother going upstairs to find? Her dead son? She's going to call the police and... Fuck, I'm going to jail. I'm actually going to jail..." He paced in front of him, running his hand through his hair, distressed.
You: It took a moment for Sherlock to follow along until he grasped John's wrist and spun him around to face him. There was a smile on his face, and he urge to giggle at the panic on the blond's face. "What is her mother going to find upstairs...? Certainly not a virgin. /Not any longer/." The demon murmured gleefully, releasing the human's hands. "Human, there are no laws against deflowering a virgin... Do not be ridiculous."
Stranger: John's hands stayed in front of him for a moment as he took in what he had just been told. Just that... He cracked a small smile of relief before actually laughing. "Okay..." Okay, so he probably shouldn't have just assumed he was going to kill him. And he was shocked in himself that he'd been okay with that option. But he was glad it wasn't that. Just sex. He smiled and turned around to get back into the car. "If I'd known that's all you wanted, I'd have offered myself."
You: John was a virgin? "/Oh/, how /delightful/! Two virgin in /one/ day!" He smirked, drawing the blond close to his chest to bask in the glory. "Take that you bloody angels. I've corrupted /two/ humans." He sighed, the noise almost dreamy and pleased. He released John in a moment to walk to the car. "Come now. Let's have pastries first. Then we'll have sex when we get home. Actually," Sherlock paused, frowning. "Where is home?"
Stranger: John blushed hard but this had to be what he wanted since he'd gone and bloody well brought it up. Pastries first, right. He laughed at that and got back into the car, pulling on the belt. "Baker Street. 221B."
You: Sitting in the car, Sherlock drew the buckle on with a vibrant smile. There was no way to hide his grin, hands resting in his lap. During the drive, he gave a tiny giggle, still clearly thinking about having 'stuck it to the angels.'
Stranger: John glanced across and smiled at his little displays of glee. "So this is what being a demon is all about then? Deals and corruption and proving you can do a better job than the angels?" Angels existed. Wow. That was something too. He didn't care. He felt he'd made the right choice...
You: "Oh no. We torture the souls, punish them, determine how good they are and how severe a crime..." He answered, head cocking to the side as he watched John. "If we come up, well... Corruption is something we can do. You can go back without having done at least a /few/ things. My preference is deflowering virgins and basking in sexual sin."
Stranger: John nodded, believing that he understood most of what he was being told. Some demons might prefer to corrupt people to other sins, show them the power of greed and such... Sherlock's was going to be more fun. For John. At least for today. After that he wouldn't be a virgin and Sherlock would have no interest but he could always help point out others to Sherlock. Keep him in high spirits.
You: Sherlock fully believed everything would be alright now. He would travel alongside wherever John would go in the world and he... Well, he would deflower virgins, practice sin, and enjoy all the new technology. It would be delicious, /decadent/ and fully delightful. "Now, human, /pastries/." He beamed, fingers curling into his palms to contain his excitement.
Stranger: John nodded and pulled up outside a small cafe. "I know it doesn't look like much but they do the best cream puffs. If you've got a sweet tooth then you'll love them." He smiled and got out of the car, opening the door for him. "There you go... Try not to spend too much but other than that... Get whatever you want."
You: Money couldn't be too hard to achieve. If he could heal someone, he could certainly fabricate money. Ignoring John, Sherlock got out and remove a coin from his pocket. Focusing on it, he turned it into a fifty, humming softly at his achievement. "Is this better?" He inquired smugly, holding the bill in front of John's face before rushing inside. Just like a child.
Stranger: John smiled. Living with a demon might not be all bad after all. He followed him inside, just to watch over him. He settled in a seat while Sherlock picked out every sweet item on the menu.
You: He'd passed it over, telling them to give him a chocolate cake, and once that was deducted, us every last penny for a treat and fill it in boxes. It didn't take them too long and Sherlock was more than happy with the variety. Carrying the boxes over to John, he sat down with eager fingers twitching to begin. "Should we go home first?"
Stranger: John smiled, offering his arms to help with the carrying of his any treats and nodded. "Let's go home." He didn't expect anything other than sex. Some of these looked really good... But he highly doubted that a single one of them was for him.
You: John was right to assume that Sherlock wouldn't share. Because he wouldn't. He was selfish and stingy, and he would hoard everything they had in the flat, even if it wasn't his. Getting into the car, Sherlock buckled up with a smile on his face, unable to keep his proud happy expression of his face.
Stranger: John smiled at him; he was just so endearing. Every moment appeared to make him feel more and more that way. He let them into the flat, hurrying his things upstairs to the kitchen where he put everything down.
You: Sherlock rushed right after John, wanting to get into the pastries as soon as possible. He arranged everything so that he could look through it all and take his time. "Why one should I try first, humn?" He inquired, voice shaky with his glee as he waited. He bounced from box to box, opening the lids and closing them.
Stranger: John smiled and opened one of the boxes, pushing one of the aforementioned cream puffs at him. "This. Try this. I think you'll like it." He really hoped that he would like it after all. "You know, maybe I should try it first, make sure it's not poisoned or anything. All the greatest men in this world have tasters for them," he smirked.
You: Before John could finish, Sherlock shoved the cream puff into his mouth Once some of it had been bitten off, he drew the rest away and leaned forward to kiss the blond. Spindly fingers slipped through short wheaten locks, nails extending into small claws to dig into the blond's scalp. He didn't give John a chance to draw away or protest. Not with the way he was practically devouring the virgin's mouth,
Stranger: John moaned almost instantly; he'd kissed before. Hell, he'd kissed Sherlock before but even that was nothing like this. This was... He could taste the remains of cream on his lips and the way his nails raked through his scalp. He tried again to put his hands on Sherlock's hips and move closer to him.
You: Not allowing John to draw closer, Sherlock cleaned the other's mouth until even the hint of cream puff was gone. After that, he drew back entirely and moved onto the next pastry in line. "What's this one, human?" The brunet asked, holding up some sort of red fruit filled strudel.
Stranger: John groaned when he pulled back, barely in control of his own mind as he panted to regain the oxygen he required to speak. "Don't know. Cherry probably. Kind of a cross between a wrap and a doughnut."
You: "Doughnut?" He inquired before turning back to the human. He placed it against his lips, licking it curiously before biting a piece off. He chewed a bit before leaning forward to seal their lips again. This time, however, he shifted so he could lean against the counter and draw John against his body.
Stranger: John gasped, enjoying this. They weren't going to get through many treats this way but he was kept on edge, kissing to get his share and then finding the box containing the glazed doughnuts, perfect balls of dough with holes in the middle. "This is a doughnut."
You: Sherlock licked into John's mouth before turning his attention to the doughnut. Taking it, he pressed it against the human's mouth, waiting patiently for him to take a bite so they could continue. His gaze had turned back to black, appearing with his horns once again. He wouldn't likely hide himself when they were at the flat, given no one else would see them.
Stranger: John took a bite out of the doughnut and smiled; it was sweet. The cafe really did the best treats. He moved his hands into Sherlock's hair, trailing his fingers over his horns. "I hope I last more than fifteen minutes you know..."
You: "We can always do it again, besides... Sebastian lasted only ten." Sherlock teased before kissing John once more, tasting the pastry on his tongue and his lips. "I'm more than sure we'll have go repeatedly... We are bound together, we'll around each other all the time."
Stranger: Now that, John was pleased by. Knowing that it wouldn't be a one time thing... Because every time he pulled away, he craved his lips even more. "Good to know," he smiled.
You: Licking his lips, Sherlock drew John's hips closer to his own, hands moving down to lightly scratch along his neck and then shoulders. "I think I've had enough to eat, human. Where's your bedroom?"
Stranger: John groaned softly, moving to let his neck be accessible. "Second door on the left from the main room..." He stepped back, grabbing his hand to pull him there.
You: Sherlock drew circles into John's neck with a smirk, licking his lips softly when they actually progressed to the bedroom. As soon as they were near the bed, the brunet pushed the blond down and crowded over him, kissing him.
Stranger: John caved willingly to the bed. This was it... After this he wasn't going to be a virgin anymore. The very thought made him blush for he found it difficult to believe it was even happening. He was almost tempted to ask, now what, but his lips were otherwise occupied.
You: After kissing for an acceptable amount of time, Sherlock leaned back and laid on the bed to watch John curiously. "I think I've decided to sleep. Perhaps we can continue at a later date?" He suggest, lips curled into a warm smirk as he observed.
Stranger: John's smile fell instantly, completely uncontrolled. He knew Sherlock was toying with him. Probably. He'd been so excited about having two virgins in one day... But he was still hurt. "No. Now or never because I'm not gonna be your fucking game."
You: Pouting at the vehemence in the tone, Sherlock reached forward to drag his nail down John's cheek. "So you really want to do it with a demon... Adorable. Usually I play and then I'm done, but we'll take our time... I'll let you explore." He hummed, drawing his hand away to begin undressing.
Stranger: "No, forget it. You had your chance." He rolled over, purposely not looking at him. He wasn't a virgin through lack of offers. He'd just find someone else tomorrow and see how he liked that.
You: "You /just/ said now or never. I chose now." The demon whined, sitting up to crowd the blond. He pouted, leaning against the other with pitiful whimpers. "/John/. That's not fair!"
Stranger: John leaned back, shoving him harshly. "No. I've changed my mind. It's never or never." He wanted to anger him into being rough again. That or they just wouldn't and he really would go out tomorrow and have crap revenge sex with someone else.
Summary: It was only meant to be a game, to prove a man’s insanity, but Sherlock’s gotten himself in way over his head. Possessed by a demon literally hell-bent on breaking his mind and spirit, he had do nothing but watch as the creature destroys his carefully crafted life.
*DemonLock! And I daresay, Sherlolly demonlock*
Warnings: Non-Con and Seriously Dub-Con later / Graphic depictions of violence
