So after reading that Benedict and Martin had discovered the fandom, this little story popped into my brain. I wasn't sure how to write Martin and Benedict's personalities, but I hope it's not too out of character for them (I do better with fictional characters, in all honesty!). It's a bit AU; I had to use my imagination for some of this so I apologise if it's not entirely accurate! Anyways, this is total crack, so if this isn't your thing, you might want to backspace now. If you like reading stories about two beautiful men discovering the gay porn people have been writing about their show, please continue on.

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EDIT: So this website decided to be stupid and deliberately caused typos in my story, so I've fixed them.

In Which Benedict and Martin Discover Fanfiction

"Oi! Benedict!"

Martin's voice rang loudly across the set for the filming of the newest episode of the BBC series, Sherlock, The Hound of Baskervilles. It was officially break on set, and Martin was spending time on his brand new laptop. Benedict strolled over to Martin, who was frowning at the computer and staring at the screen intently. He looked over Martin's shoulder, his eyes analyzing the page Martin was currently scrolling.

"What are you looking at?" he asked, amused.

Martin didn't take his eyes off the screen, but started to speak. "So one of my mates sent me an email to this website and it's absolutely mad. It's called 'Fanfiction .net' and these blokes, they just…write stuff. About us."

"About us?" Benedict asked curiously.

Martin shook his head. "Well, about Sherlock, I mean. The show. They make these little stories and put them on the internet."

"Have you read any yet?" Benedict questioned his co-star, smirking. Martin stopped looking at the page and turned to face Benedict.

"A few," Martin said, his voice growing uncomfortable.

Benedict's grin grew even wider. "Well, go on, read one. I want to see what people are writing about us."

Martin exhaled and laughed uneasily. "Fine," he told Benedict. "But I'm just warning you, some of this stuff is bonkers." He moved his mouse to a link and accidentally right clicked, opening a series of little panels. "Damn it. I can never get these bloody computers to work," he muttered, frustrated.

"Let me pull up a chair," Benedict said in a tone of amusement, and he walked off while Martin figured out how to click on a link to one of the stories on the first page. Martin had just managed to load the story when Benedict came over with a chair from the set.

Martin's eyes glanced at the page and he groaned. "Oh fuck, look at this one."

"Read it!" Benedict insisted.

"Alright, alright, don't get too pushy," Martin grunted. He adjusted the computer on his lap and squinted at the screen. "Alright, so it goes, 'John was sitting on the couch, typing up the latest case for his blog. They had just solved a case about a diamond thief in Austria. Just as John was about to publish his post, Sherlock stormed in, rambling as usual. John closed the laptop with a concerned look on his face. 'Are you all right, Sherlock?' he asked his partner. Sherlock gave a John a wild grin.'-"

"Sherlock wouldn't do that all!" Benedict exclaimed, outraged.

Martin laughed. "No, there's more, shut up," he told Benedict, who looked both horrified and entertained. "So yeah, where the fuck was I…oh, that's right, I found it. 'Sherlock had a wild gleam in his eye and suddenly pounced on John and kissed him passionately, their mouths fitting perfectly, like two pieces in a puzzle. John returned the kiss, his hands against the detective's chest.' Honestly, from here on it they start going at it and they just fuck each other for the rest of the thing." He put his hands against his temples and closed his eyes, not bothering to slam the laptop shut.

Benedict just sat there in silence, stunned. After a minute he asked out loud, "Do people…really write that stuff about us? Do they think Sherlock and John are gay? Why would they think that? I didn't think that when we did those episodes."

"Maybe it was those lines about us being a couple, who the fuck even knows?" Martin sighed. "Damn, mostly all the stories in here are about Sherlock and John fucking each other's brains out…these people have too much time on their hands, Jesus."

Benedict just continued to look utterly bewildered. And a little bit uncomfortable. He shot a look at Martin, and they both chuckled nervously, not meeting the other's eyes. After reading stories about their characters shagging each other, there was no doubt that things would be a bit awkward.

"So what is this website called?" Benedict finally asked.

Martin checked his computer again. "'Fanfiction .net'," he replied. "And it's probably the got the weirdest shit ever. I mean, wait, let me show you this other story I found earlier. It's real laugh, but it's still full of us being gay. Well, Sherlock and John, anyways."

"Well read it, then!" Benedict pulled his chair right next to Martin's so he could see the screen too. They spent the rest of their break reading stories, wondering why people would write these strange things that always ended up with Sherlock and John having passionate sex.

Martin insisted that these people needed to fuck off and get life, but that didn't keep him from checking the Sherlock story section every other day, even though he constantly claimed that he was just on the site to make fun of those who wrote on there.

So, I might be continuing this, depending on the reception. Let me know what you think!