CHAPTER 2 sher
John walked to his room and stripped. "Damn it," he mumbled as he saw his pre-cum leaking out.
He pulled on another pair of pants and grabbed a shirt and his towel and headed to the bathroom. Sherlock was curled up on the couch.
He stocked silently into the bathroom and slammed the door. Not caring if he woke Sherlock from his cat nap. He stripped again and turned the water on as hard as he could stand.
Out in the living room, Sherlock jumped when he heard the door slam. He really pissed off John this time.
"Oh well," he thought as he stood and stretched. He smirked and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed the rest of the cream and finished it with one gulp.
"Yum," he thought. He then left the bottle uncapped and thrown on the table. With a satisfied smile he walked over to the couch and curled up again.
Fifteen minutes later, John stocked out of the bathroom fully dressed and itching for a fight.
He walked into the kitchen trying not to wake Sherlock again, to make himself some tea.
He walked into the kitchen and sitting on the table was the empty bottle of cream that he had just bought the day before. Now starting to get slightly annoyed, he went back to making the tea. Leaving the mess behind.
"Sherlock, get your ass off the couch. Humans sit on the couch, pets on the floor." John shouted in his Captain voice.
Sherlock jumped and hissed. "John, I am human. "
John grabbed one of the man's ears and pulled him bodily off the couch. Sherlock hit the ground with a thump and a hiss.
"John!" Sherlock shouted and tried to stand. John then pushed his shoulder back down, forcing him to stay.
"Sherlock, you left a mess and then slept where humans sit. Stay on the floor it's your punishment." John said plopping onto the couch and turning on the telly.
Sherlock didn't move. He loved it when John ordered him around.
"John, pet me." Sherlock ordered knowing it would piss the doctor off enough that he would react.
"I don't follow your orders, you follow mine. Now shut it and come up here." John said sternly patting his lap.
If John wouldn't have been even more annoyed, he would have clapped and giggled. Instead he climbed into his lap and waited.
John reached out and petted the other man's ears softly and listened for the purr that he knew was to come out of Sherlock's mouth sooner or later. Sure enough a minute later, John heard the rumble and the purr.
The purr was what John was looking for. Sherlock rubbed his head on John's hand and twined his tail around his arm. John felt the fur that covered Sherlock's tail and extended his petting to the other man's spine and side which caused the rumbling and purring to gain some volume and the rumbling deepened in pitch. John felt himself harden and knew what was going to happen. Sherlock felt John shifting and and deduced what happened.
Sherlock purred and rolled his hips into John's.
"Don't even think about it," John snapped at his pet.
"After everything that has happened. Your experiment that has gone wrong and turned into a feline. I didn't mind that as much the left over cream bottle that you didn't pick up and the other issues with you attitude. So remember what happened last week?"
FLASHBACK ONE WEEK AGO...
John stared down at his pet. ( Before the experiment he called him pet before the ears and tails.) Sherlock was handcuffed to the bed. The paler man was sweating as he strained against the bonds. John smirked as he lightly rubbed his fingernails down his pet's ribs, making him shiver and sweat.
"Please," moaned out Sherlock.
"Quiet or I'll get the gag," John ordered.
For once in Sherlock's entire life, he followed the order without one smart-ass remark. John had his pet trained perfectly.