A bittersweet price to pay.
A Sherlock fanfiction.
Chapter one: realization
Atomic goddess 14
Note: rated M for sexual content and strong language.
Also this is my first fan fiction. So yeah enjoy! There is
an OC, her name is Tressa. This fanfic
naughty AF though, especially when Moriarty comes in.
3rd person.
Sherlock walks briskly down the alleyway, secretly hoping that no one would see him. Bloodied and bruised, he leaves a shadow of sadness in his wake. He arrives at Baker street and stands beside the streetlight as it rains, his breath shallow. The detective unlocks the door to 221b, and he stumbles up the stairs. " Watson? Watson open up the door." The doctor opens it, and stares at his friend. " Sherlock! Oh dear God Sherlock what have you done!" The severely injured detective smiles ruefully, " Well, Moriarty isn't dead. Of that much I'm certain. About anything else? Not quite." Sherlock faints and falls on the ground; John picks him up effortlessly bridal-style. After laying him down on the couch, he takes off Sherlock's trench coat and shirt. Well, the doctor thinks, he certainly is in good shape. Look at his chest! So smooth, so strong. Hesitating, John's fingers glide across Sherlock's split lip and down his chest, dragging red blood along sugar-white skin. He does it again, slower this time, relishing the feel of his friend's skin beneath his fingertips. Watson abruptly steps back and shakes his head. No! Not now, I will not reveal myself now, he shouts in his head, right now, he is my patient. But he knows that he is certain of one thing: he loves Sherlock. And he would be forced to show it soon. John preoccupies himself by getting out a couple of strips of gauze and wraps it around Sherlock's forehead after cleaning the long cut with rubbing alcohol and hydrogen peroxide. " Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock. Why do you hurt yourself so badly? Are you even awake, my," he pauses, " patient?", reminding himself that his greatest admiration, the man he dreams about, was his patient. When Sherlock doesn't reply, John grabs the man's pants and unbuttons them. He gets them all the way off, and observes the bruises on his legs and thighs. " Oh good God. Why would he have a cut there?" Dr. Watson asks himself as he looks at a partially revealed cut that started at his waist and went below the waistline of his underwear. John's breath hitches as he realizes that he would get to see his friend, completely naked, completely under his control. The quickly hardening doctor takes the waistband of Sherlock's underwear between his index finger and thumb, and takes the briefs down, restraining himself by not tearing them off and taking advantage of the detective. " Oh my God Sherlock, you're even more spectacular than I expected! You have this big of a cock and no girl has snatched you up yet?" John gently exclaims while deciding what to do: should he take advantage of the object of his fantasies or should he be an angel? John ponders this as he looks at his friend's beautiful body. He quotes to himself while unbuckling his belt, " I consider myself to be on the side of the angels, but I do not think, even for a second, that I am one of them." After Dr. Watson removes all of his clothes, he takes Sherlock's legs and ties his ankles together with strips of cloth. He places them around his neck. John teases Sherlock's entrance with his fingers, and Sherlock moans softly. John, startled, stops, but the detective does not stir again, so, after a long minute, the doctor decides to skip the teasing and just fully penetrate the handsome man's arsehole, which is exactly what he does. Sherlock's eyes snap open and he screams out of partly fright/pain but mostly pleasure. John yells, completely scared out of his mind, " Dear God Sherlock! I didn't expect you to wake up!" Sherlock, panting heavily, smirks, " So you just decided to take advantage of me?" although it was more of a statement than a question. John, mortified beyond belief, looks away, cuts off the cloth from Sherlock's ankles, and blushes. Sherlock leans in closely and whispers, " You can keep on going if you wish, I don't mind." He gently kisses John, and lies back down, looking at John like the naughty little slut he is. John runs his hands across the detective's ass and up his sculpted legs up to his own neck where Sherlock's ankles are resting. Sherlock shivers a bit, but its not from the cold. John looks down at Sherlock's manhood, and notices it is erect. " Well well well, looks like you're enjoying this as much as I am, Sherlock." John says, making little circles around his friend's cock. Sherlock smiles, restraining his moans of pleasure, " Maybe I am. You know you are a rapist, you could get arrested." Even more turned on than usual by the sociopathic detective, the blonde continues to thrust into him, making Sherlock moan like a whore. John, enjoying himself, gazes at Sherlock with intense lust in his eyes. A glint catches his attention and he looks at his crowned ring finger. His heart beats faster at the realization that he's cheating on his pregnant wife. John promptly shoves the thought into the back of his mind, silently dreading thinking about it later. Forgetting his worries, the doctor becomes more brave and smiles triumphantly at the moaning, red-faced detective. Then he grabs Sherlock's cock and rubs it in rhythm to his thrusts. Sherlock yells breathily, " Oh God yes Watson don't ever stop even for a second!" John smiles and speaks huskily, " Sherlock, you dirty little slut! You are going to go to hell." Sherlock replies wittily between gasps, " You've already thrown me down there when I started to fall in love with you." John pauses, hit with the reality of Sherlock's words. Sherlock curses, " Dammit Watson keep fucking me!" John smirks at his whorish friend and thrusts further, hitting Sherlock's prostate. The injured detective screams in virginal agony and orgasmic pleasure, and begs John breathlessly to continue. Their hearts beat faster and faster, John thrusting, Sherlock moaning . After about a minute, the extremely hard Sherlock begins to speak, stuttering at first, " I- I'm feeling that, well, you're about to come, Watson." He looks into Dr. Watson's eyes, his icy blue ones drilling into them. John growls, " Well, I guess you are too, by the way you're clenching your jaw." Sherlock smiles and then his eyes grow wide, his strong back arching. His mouth opens in a slutty scream and John throws his head back and yells as they come simultaneously. After a moment, John slowly withdraws from his gasping friend's white, sticky entrance. He tells Sherlock to kneel and to lick the come off of his thighs. Sherlock, trembling from the realization that he lost his virginity to his friend, obeys John. He licks the thick come off of smooth skin with his soft, wet tongue. John growls as Sherlock does so, and grabs him from his knees, violently smashing his lips against the detective's sticky lips before he is done. John licks the man's lips, then Sherlock sits down on the couch, a thin stream of blood trickling down his lips from his perfect nose. John, after a couple of seconds, lies down on the couch next to Sherlock, wrapping his arms around him. Sherlock kisses John desperately, and John kisses back until Sherlock pulls away, gasping for breath. They pant, their sweaty bodies clinging to each other in such a passionate embrace. After a moment or two, Sherlock looks up at John and smiles, " Now, will you actually fix me up, doctor?". John, while getting dressed, replies, " Of course, Sherlock." He pauses, then adds, " I love you, you know?" Sherlock opens up his mouth to reply, then they hear a knock at the front door. Sherlock smiles at John, " I'll get it, it's probably Tressa.",referring to the doctor's young rebellious friend. Sherlock walks out the door and down the stairs, and John's composure falls gently as he realizes that Sherlock didn't say that he loved him back. A little while before that mild heartbreak, there was a figure looking inside the flat from another one across the street. The handsome man smiled as he shut off his video camera. He cleared his throat, opened up the door, and ran gleefully down the stairs while humming a happy tune. The man walked across the street and knocked the door labeled '221b'. As he waited, he snickered, " This plan is absolutely foolproof! They won't know what hit them!" He heard someone walking downstairs, and Sherlock opens up the door. He gasps, and the man smiles cruelly, " Hello Sherly. Did you miss me?"
Uhhhh was that good? I mean this is my first fanfic I
honestly have no idea if it was or not. Um yeah I
fangirled so hard during the writing of this fanfic. Please
if you are reading this give me constructive criticism,
Lord knows I need it.
Danke! Arigato! Dank u! Gracias! Grazie! Xie xie! Merci! Thank you!
atomic goddess