Hello and welcome to my first Sherlock fic! This was just an idea I had one night and decided to run with it. Please be as honest as you can and leave a review. I want to know of any mistakes I made, if I screwed up the characters, or if I need to change anything. Thank you and enjoy!
*~Ravenwood316
Sherlock was bored.
Sure a lot had happened in the last three years. He had faked his death, chased down all of Moriarty's men all over the globe, showed up out of the blue staying he was alive, stopped John from marrying a woman by confessing his love for the ex-army doctor at said doctor's wedding, was reinstated at the Yard, and started dating John when he finally for gave Sherlock for the stunt he played at the wedding.
So here he was six months later having just finished a case and completely bored out of his mind.
John was at the surgery and Sherlock was left alone in the flat with his skull and his violin. Sherlock had just finished composing another piece for his violin, and was standing in his normal place in front of the window with his bow at the ready when he saw something intriguing.
Outside on the street was a young couple walking with a little girl between them. Now normally the detective wouldn't be affected by the site but lately he had felt like something had been missing from his and John's relationship.
They had talked of children yes, and John had expressed interest in the idea and said he wanted children but that was as far as the conversation reached. Sherlock wanted children of their own and John had said it was impossible but what John forgot was that nothing was impossible for Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock gently set down his violin and walked back to his bedroom and pulled out the experiment he had been working on behind John's back. He had been working on it for a while now but only recently had all the ingredients to try it. Reaching into the box he kept it in Sherlock pulled out a vial of green liquid and held it up to the light examining the mixture.
"So far so good," the detective murmured to himself
"Mixture E seems to be ready to test but this time I think I should consider adding other variables." he concluded writing down his observations in one of his notebooks before putting everything away and placing the box back in its hiding place. Sherlock had just placed everything back and was picking up his violin again when John walked through the door.
"John what are you doing home? You're normally not back before six." The younger man asked as his boyfriend hung up his coat.
"The surgery wasn't very busy today so they let me leave early as long as I agreed to go on call." The doctor replied before going into the kitchen to make a kettle of tea with the detective following behind him.
"Have you given any thought to that office party Greg invited us to?" John wondered as he reached for their mugs and cursing softly when he found Sherlock had placed them on a higher shelf by mistake.
"Do we have to go John?" The taller man asked as he pulled down the cups and handed them to his partner.
"Sherlock we're on their payroll now so technically we are part of the office." John replied pouring the tea and handing Sherlock his cup. Said man just huffed like a child and sipped his tea till he remembered his experiment and smirked as an idea formed in his head as he filed it away in his Mind Palace for later.
Over the next few weeks Sherlock worked on stabilizing his experiment as well as accepting a few of the cases that were submitted to his website as well as to John's blog. John thought it was odd that Sherlock wasn't complaining that the cases were too easy or not worth his time.
But the doctor was just happy that his partner was actually doing something instead of calling him every hour to tell John that their neighbor is having another affair or that he thinks the mail carrier is plotting to kill somebody.
When the day of the party finally arrived Sherlock had deemed his experiment ready enough to move into the testing phase. Sherlock hid the vials of liquid in his coat and inwardly smirked when he saw that John hadn't noticed him slip them into his pocket.
Once at the party Sherlock waited till no one was watching the punch bowl before pouring in his experiment and mixing it with the punch. Pouring a glass for himself Sherlock sipped his drink as he re-joined John who was chatting with Lestrade.
"Sherlock glad you could make it!" Greg grinned as the taller man joined the group
"John said we had to." Sherlock replied downing the rest of his cup and noticing that the others in the office were now drinking his experiment.
"Well still its good you turned up. You know Mycroft should be here soon as well." Lestrade told him earning a grin from John and a confused look from Sherlock.
"Why would my brother show up here? Yes there happens to be a large table filled with sweets and cake, but last I checked simply shouting cake wasn't a way to make the fat git appear." Sherlock wondered before seeing the blush and Greg's face and the glare he was receiving from John.
"Sherlock Greg and Mycroft are dating." John growled at his partner as the consulting detective simply stood there looking a bit lost.
"Well how was I supposed to know that John? I mean really John, Mycroft and I do not have what one would call a close sibling relationship and last time I checked Lestrade was still seeing his ex-wife who is still keeping numerous affairs." Sherlock huffed before turning away from the pair and pouring himself another glass of experiment.
A few moments later just like the DI predicted Mycroft Holmes walked through the door wearing one of his many three piece suits and twirling his umbrella as he walked over to Greg and gave him a soft peck on the lips.
"Hello Gregory, hello John." Mycroft greeted taking note of his brother's lover before spotting his younger brother standing off to the side still drinking punch.
"If you two would excuse me I think I should go say hello to my brother." The politician told the pair before walking over to Sherlock.
"Sherlock what did you do to the punch?" Mycroft asked as soon as he reached his brother
"I don't know what you're talking about Mycroft. What would make you think I did anything to the punch?" the younger Holmes asked innocently not looking at his brother as he watched Greg get himself a glass of the punch. Mycroft also saw this and dragged his brother from the room so they could talk privately
"Answer me Sherlock what was in that punch?!" Mycroft demanded before his brother finally sighed and told him
"An experiment of mine. I needed extra variables so I could test my theory and reach a final result quicker." Sherlock confessed glaring slightly at his older brother.
"And what exactly is this experiment Sherlock?" the politician ground out trying to keep his temper in check at the thought that his brother may be poisoning his lover as well as most of the police force.
"To put it simply brother it was a male fertility drug I created. You see I want children and so does John but the idiot said it was impossible to have our own children. I had offered adoption or surrogacy but he refused to listen.
"So to prove that it wasn't impossible I created the drug and after testing it on rats and my neighbor's dogs I deemed it ready for human trial. I mixed it into the punch when I got here hence why I've been drinking it for half the night." Sherlock explained as Mycroft put all the pieces together.
"So it worked in the animals without any adverse effects to the parent or the child?" Mycroft wondered as he watched Lestrade get another glass of Sherlock's mixture.
"None at all. I even took each test group to a vet to track their progress and health. Each impregnated male had a healthy pregnancy as well as a healthy birth with healthy offspring. Though my neighbor did wonder why his male dog could now carry puppies." Sherlock replied.
"And all the subjects had to do was drink the concoction you gave them?"
"Yes, I diluted it in water before giving it to them but yes all they did was drink it. I went the extra step in a few cases and injected the liquid drug before also having them drink it. I performed this version on myself as well to test the effects on the human bloodstream.
"So far I have not suffered any adverse effects other than I am highly sensitive to touch at the moment and I have a strong desire for John to take me in the supply closet. Now if you would excuse me brother." The younger Holmes stated before handing his cup to his brother and stalking over to John, and whispering something in his ear causing the doctor to blush before both said their farewells and left to most likely have sex in another cab.
Unlike what Mycroft had predicted Sherlock and John waited till they reached 221B Baker Street before jumping one another. All the way up the stairs to their flat the couple left a trail of their clothing starting with their coats and Sherlock's scarf before ending outside the door to John's room with their shoes, socks, and undergarments.
Though he was enjoying having the great Sherlock Holmes completely at his mercy the doctor in John couldn't help take in the dilated pupils and ragged breathing patterns that fit a person under the influence of something rather than just pure lust. While he wasn't as good as his partner living with a Holmes had taught John to be observant of his surroundings.
John had found Sherlock's experiment but had elected not to tell the other man that he knew about it. He still didn't know what it was but judging by Sherlock's appearance the consulting detective had decided to use himself as a test subject. The doctor was about to confront his lover about it just as Sherlock's teeth connected to a very sensitive place on his neck causing him to moan. "Sherlock if you don't stop biting my neck you're going to break the skin." John moaned leaning into the bite as his lover pulled away "Well then get on with it Dr. John Hamish Watson and take me already!" the dark haired man growled looking up at him with eyes so blue they seemed to glow white in the dim lighting of the bedroom.
At those words all thoughts of Sherlock experimenting on himself left the doctor's head as he reached into a drawer and pulled out their preferred brand of lube and slicking his fingers. John then quickly slipped into Sherlock causing the younger man to moan loudly and arch his back off the bed before his doctor added another finger brushing that small bundle of nerves that made the detective see stars and the world spin backwards.
Just as John was about to add a third finger Sherlock caught him off guard by gripping his shoulders and flipping their positions and removing John's fingers from his nether regions before grabbing the bottle and slicking up John's proud rock hard member.
Once Sherlock deemed the erection slick enough he positioned himself above it and with a wicked grin impaled himself on it in one go causing both parties to moan and let lose several strings of curses before the taller man finally started to move giving John quite the show. Sherlock's eyes were closed and he was clearly enjoying himself as he rode John like a fine derby horse.
The detective was finally quenching the fire he had felt since injecting mixture E into his veins and through the heavy lust that filled his body and clouded his sharp mind he took note that John was also enjoying it before the older man flipped them again making sure they wouldn't lose contact but ended up rolling them to the floor before John took him fully and fiercely.
It took a couple weeks to confirm any results but after a very short phone call to his brother and several pharmacy brand tests as well as his own blood test he ran Sherlock had it confirmed.
That night Sherlock actually cooked a full meal of chicken parmesan, a nice salad, bread sticks, and a chocolate cake for dessert. When John arrived home he found the table set for two, candles lit, and a chilled bottle of wine just as Sherlock pulled supper from the oven.
"Sherlock not that I'm complaining, because I'm definitely not. But what happens to be the occasion?" the doctor asked as he washed up and helped his lover put everything on the table.
"Can't a man do something nice for his boyfriend every now and then John?" Sherlock asked
"Yes only you don't do anything like this unless you have bad news, got into a spat with Mycroft or your mother, or you want something and know that I won't like it." came the reply as John sat down in his chair and fixed himself a plate.
"Well I don't think its bad news, I haven't talked to mummy in month and while I did call Mycroft we didn't have a spat John. I also think you'll like this news but then again you might say no so I decided to make dinner." Sherlock huffed fixing his own plate of food. Once they had finished their meal and polished off slices of the cake did Sherlock deem it appropriate to tell John his news.
"John I'm pregnant."
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