Sry for writing so less lately. This one is just some crap I had to band from my mind... after my exams I hope to continue my other stories and finish some of them. But, ok. Have fun and maybe review if you like.

Watson-App….

„Hey, I'm home…"

„Hmmmmm….."

„Still thinking?"

„Hmmmmm….."

John watched his flat mate on the couch in his thinking pose and walked to the kitchen. He didn't notice his gaze following him as he put the groceries away. Sherlock took his mobile phone out as it vibrated. A message? A case? He looked at the message to find a strange app blinking directly at him. "Hmmmm…." He answered to the next boring question the short blond asked. One click on the blinking app and he was greeted by a pink cloud with a cute little cupid sitting on it. Before he was about to delete this ridicules thing, the word "Watson-App!" popped up on the cloud witch the cupid figure winking at him. "Watson-App?"

"Did you say something?" came from the kitchen. "Hmmmmmbored…" Sherlock answered to stop John from asking further and started to read the introduction.

The Watson-App! To pleasure your Watson! Have fun by answering the questions and achieve new levels, items and points!

Sherlock glared at the screen, that 'Game' is killing intelligent just by looking at it. Before he was about to delete it again, he was interrupted by the first level which said "Try it!" Suddenly a cute miniature of his flat mate could be seen which was asking the first question.

I'm about to bring you tea…MiniJohn, Sherlock called him, asked shyly…what do you do?

Sherlock saw four answers popping up.

1. Give you a kiss.

2. Ignore you completely.

3. Say "Thank you"

4. Squeeze your but just to make you blush.

The bored detective blinked. What kind of answers are these? He looked back to the kitchen, where his flat mate is making them tea. Glancing at the cute MiniJohn, Sherlock chose the last answer. 'Just as an experiment…' he thought simply. Suddenly the sound of breaking porcelain could be heard with a shocking shout from John. Again, Sherlock looked over to John to find him standing on his way to him but turned to the kitchen in some kind of fighting-pose. The teacups he was holding lay broken along the floor. "You are shocked." He spoke up, making John turn towards him. His face was shining brightly red and he rubbed his butt nervously, "m-maybe…caught off guard…I'll clean that up and making new one…" with that, he quickly left into the kitchen.

What was that? John was just bringing them tea, when suddenly he felt a hand rudely grabbing his butt. He let the tea fall to punch the intruder right in the face, just to see no one stand there. "I just was imagining things….yeah, I didn't get enough sleep and didn't get laid for a while. That must be the reason, right!" John excused that happening nervously. He took the broom to clean his mess when sudden he felt lips on his neck and arms around his body.

Sherlock saw the next question MiniJohn was asking. Oh no! I broke the dishes! Will you know punish me…? MiniJohn was, just like the real John, blushing furiously. Sherlock already realized something. By the time he answered the first question, John flips out. Then he rubbed his butt, the connection is obviously. But, to make absolutely sure, he went over to his seat to get a better look on his friend and observed when he answered the second question.

1. Oh yeah, you were a naughty boy…

2. Hug you from behind and give you a kiss.

3. Pushing you on the dish and….

Sherlock didn't need to read further and pushed 2. There is no way he is hurting John. He looked up to see John with the broom and suddenly stiffing. Slowly he turned around and panicked again. "What the bloody hell?" John walked over to Sherlock, "I know that this question may even insult you or your intelligent or whatever…but…could there be-"

"-The possibility an existing ghost is living in this flat and is sexually molesting you?" Sherlock finished his ridicules question. John blushed darker but nodded. Why deny it? Sherlock already deduce him. "I would appreciate to explain you in around 43 ways why ghosts can't exist but that is probably not what you want to hear. So, no. There is no ghost in our flat." John sighed in defeat. "So I'm just imagining things, right?" Sherlock didn't answered and read the next question from MiniJohn, who was looking all red and teary. Please! Stop teasing me! What are you doing to me?

1. Bite your neck to make you moan.

2. Whispering sweet things to your ear.

3. Kiss you sweetly.

4. Squeeze you butt again.

Ok, now Sherlock had to decide. John stood right in front of him. What did he want?

…1.

John's hands snapped up to his neck and mouth. He glanced shocked at Sherlock. Sherlock looked back at him. "I'm….I'm going to my room, please clean the mess up o-Okay~! I'm leaving now…" he stuttered when he felt another bite on his neck which made him moan again. What the hell is going on?!

Sherlock's Phone vibrated. Congratulation! You reached level 2! You earned… 25 points! You earned… Bedroom!

With that a picture of a little bedroom appeared with MiniJohn in it.

Want to continue? MiniJohn asked sweetly. Sherlock glanced at the broken porcelain and back to the little figure. Yes.