Chapter 7
Sherlock started looking around in their dorm once they stepped inside
John stood by the doorway and slowly let his eyes gaze around
"You know him. What kind of clue do you think it could be?"
John kept silent, still slowly taking in the room
"John?" Sherlock looked at him
"It will look like it should be there" John muttered "but also like it has no logical reason of being there"
"Like that tiny silver box over there?" Sherlock pointed at a small box on the table. It was made of silver and had beautiful carvings on it
John focused on it "exactly"
Sherlock walked over and picked it up
"Careful. We don't know what's in it," John said, walking over
"How dangerous could it be?" Sherlock rolled his eyes and shook the box slightly
John flinched and kept his eyes on the box
Sherlock held it up and looked at it carefully
"Let me open it," john said, reaching for the box
"No!" Sherlock quickly held it out of reach for John
"Give it to me. If there is something dangerous, I don't want you to get hurt.”
"I don't think he would hurt us. Not here."
“You don't know him like I do"
Sherlock glared at John "yeah, why not start to talk about old memories about him while you're going.”
John sighed "i didn't mean like that. Moriarty has no boundaries. He doesn't care if he gets in trouble. He's not scared of anything. "
"Neither am I." Sherlock looked at John
"Sherlock, please let me open it" john glanced from the box to Sherlock
"No." Sherlock said
"Yes,” John argued
"John I want to open it. Just let me."
John looked hard at Sherlock for a moment. "Fine. But do it carefully please"
Sherlock nodded and slowly opened the small box
John waited for Sherlock to tell him what was in the box
"There's... nothing.."
"What?"
"There's nothing in the box."
John grabbed the box and looked at it closely "there had to be something.”
"But there's nothing in it."
"If there's nothing in it..." john mumbled "there's must be something on it"
"The carvings?" Sherlock frowned.
John looked at them closely before his eyes widened
Sherlock looked at him "what?"
"Nothing.” John said quickly. “I think I know where Redbeard might be"
"where?" Sherlock tried to avoid the fact that he was slightly annoyed by John being clearly smarter than him.
John tucked the box into his robes "come on". He started walking out of the room, walking strangely and watching his feet
"John! Please tell me before we go."
"Part of my past" john grumbled. He led the way to the common room then turned right sharply, still watching his feet
Sherlock rolled his eyes and mumbled quietly "just get back together with him.”
John turned to face Sherlock, "I. Love. You. I have a past with him. I can't erase that. I can't erase 16 years of friendship. You're the only one I want"
"Doesn't sound like that.”
"Dammit, Sherlock! Can this jealousy thing wait until we find Redbeard"
"I can find him on my own!" Sherlock bit his lip, trying to not start crying again. He hated being this emotional
"No you can't! I know how to get to Redbeard. Just trust me, baby. And please don't cry. Once we have Redbeard, then I will prove to you that he means nothing to me anymore."
Sherlock shook his head but kept quiet.
John returned to looking at his feet as he walked. Every little while he turned sharply, leading them out of the common room and down the halls
Sherlock followed close behind John.
Finally John stopped in front of a locked door
"What are we doing here?"
"I'm pretty sure Redbeard is in here. Do you have your wand?"
Sherlock shook his head "I never took it out of my bag."
John sighed and passed Sherlock his own wand "point it at the handle"
"W-what?"
"Point it at the door and say in a clear voice 'Alohamora'. It will unlock the door"
Sherlock nodded and cleared his throat, pointing the wand at the door. "Alohamora"
The lock clicked and John smiled "very good, baby". He kissed Sherlock's cheek and gestured for him to open the door
Sherlock pulled away from John's kiss and opened the door
John followed him into the room, ignoring the sting of rejection
Sherlock looked around in the room
In the corner was a box and behind the box stood Moriarty.
"Where's Redbeard?"
Moriarty smiled coldly and focused on John, who was silent
"Did you hear me!? Where is Redbeard??" Sherlock took a step towards James
Moriarty set a foot lightly on the box and said "lovely day today, John. I'm please to know you remember exactly how many steps there are to our old treehouse. The one where we were together". John didn't move
"He's in that box, isn't he?" Sherlock said
"John, did you tell your little friend all the details of that night? Like how you begged me to take your virginity" James' smiled widened John clenched his jaw and looked at his feet
"I don't want to hear." Sherlock interrupted. "Give me my dog!"
Finally Moriarty looked at Sherlock "you don't want to hear how he begged me, saying I was the only one for him. He kissed me like I was the last man alive and begged me to stay with him afterwards". John turned his face away, not wanting to relive the drunken night
"He was drunk."
James laughed loudly "if you call drinking half a beer drunk". John blushed
Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at John "is that true?"
"I was drunk!" John insisted quietly through his teeth. "You're so cute when you tighten your jaw like that Moriarty said
"John. How much did you drink?"
"I WAS DRUNK!!" John yelled, looking up only to glare at Moriarty. James laughed
"But how much?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow
John didn't answer him. James tapped his foot playfully on the box
"John! Answer me, please." Sherlock looked at him
"Less than a full beer," john whispered. "But I had been drinking earlier. Real alcohol, vodka and rum" James rolled his eyes
"You sure? How long before?"
"I don't remember." John said, staring hard at the floor again. James mouthed the word 'liar'
"John...” Sherlock grabbed John's hand. "Please tell me.”
"I don't remember! I'd been drinking throughout the day. I don't remember how long it was before I went to the treehouse. The last thing I remember was..." john let his voice trail off. Moriarty rolled his eyes again
Sherlock nodded "I hope you're not lying... because lying would be even worse.”
"I. Don't. Remember. Do you want to know what the last think I remember is?" John said in a harsh tone, finally looking at Sherlock. James leaned forward, enjoying the drama between the boy he wanted and the genius with the curly hair
"No I don't. Because I don't want any pictures in my head."
"Fine. But I honestly don't remember how much I drank with James before... everything that happened." John swore. "The first time, it wasn't even a full beer," James said in a light voice.
Sherlock nodded and rubbed John's hand, and then he turned to James. "Just stop it and give us Redbeard already!"
Moriarty had his eyes closed and was smiling "Ya know, of all the times John and i had sex, that night was the best. He was nice and rough.”
“Stop it, James!" John yelled, suddenly gripping Sherlock's hand tightly
"You did it more than once??" Sherlock's jaw dropped
Moriarty gave lazy smile and said "very good times". He put extra emphasis on the s to answer Sherlock. John looked away in shame
"But... J-John... he said it was just once..!"
"He's convincing isn't he?" James said. "Just give us the dog, Moriarty" john snapped
Sherlock let go of John's hand and rubbed his face. "Oh god.."
"Give us the dog!" John yelled, stepping towards James. Moriarty smiled "I want something in return”
"What do you want?" Sherlock asked
Moriarty slowly walked towards Sherlock, stopping two feet away from him "I like how argumentative you are..."
"Step away from him," john demanded
"I just asked what you want in return."
Moriarty smiled widely and closed the gap between himself and Sherlock "you're smart, guess what I want. Deduce it".
John slammed a hand on Moriarty's shoulder "get away from him!"
"I don't have time with any of your games. Just tell me what you want!"
"A kiss would be nice" Moriarty said in a low voice. John tried to pull him away from Sherlock but Moriarty twisted John’s arms way painfully
"A kiss?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "That's all you want?"
"You can't!" John yelled.
James moved a curl off of Sherlock's face "you're right. A kiss is too simple. How about a blowjob?"
"No. Give me Redbeard and you'll get a kiss."
"Give me a blowjob and you'll get your dog" James smiled lazily, running a finger along Sherlock's jawline. "Get away from him, James!" John said loudly. "Sherlock, we can find another way to get Redbeard”
"I won't give you a blowjob, and show me that you've got Redbeard!" Sherlock said, crossing his arms.
James pulled out his wand and silently cast a spell. Redbeard, limp and unmoving rose into sight. "Hey John, how much do you love Sherlock?"
John looked at Moriarty "with all my heart"
"What have you done to Redbeard!?" Sherlock tried to rush to the puppy
James pinned Sherlock against his body "calm down cutie. He's just unconscious. I'll make you a deal, Mr. Holmes." John clenched his jaw as he saw how close James was to Sherlock
Sherlock bent backwards to avoid James. "I. won't. give. you. a. blowjob."
"Then get your boyfriend to give me one," James whispered to Sherlock.
"NO!" John yelled
"No! None of us will! And if you try to force me I'll bite off your dick!" He growled
Moriarty let go of Sherlock and turned to face John "the only way he'll get is dog back is if you get on your knees in front of me". John stepped back
"Leave John alone!"
James shrugged and started walking back towards the box "guess I have a dog now. Hope he likes sleeping on cold floors".
John looked at Sherlock before saying "wait"
Sherlock shook his head at John and took a step forward. "I'll do it."
John walked over to Sherlock "no. I won't let you. You don't need to be degraded like this."
James yawned dramatically "someone just come over here and do it. Although I love you two fighting over who gets to have me come in your mouths, I do want to go to some class today"
"Can I have a minute of word exchange with John in private?"
James shrugged and made the dog follow him slowly through the air as he strode into the closet
"the longer we talk, the bigger the possibility that Redbeard could be hurt" john said to Sherlock, touching his face
"John, trust me on this." Sherlock said quietly. "I stay here with James and you go and search for McGonagall and tell her that James took Redbeard. I don't care if I have to send him home, that's at least better than if he stays with James. And I try to keep James distracted."
"I can't let you give up your dog. Just go back to the dorm. I'll be there in ten minutes, with Redbeard. I won't let you give up your dog because of my past"
"John, no. Please do as I ask, for me...?" He tilted his head
John sighed and said "fine. But please don’t..." He kissed Sherlock softly and quickly before striding out of the room.