It's the morning after! Let's see how it plays out, shall we? ;)

Sherlock: InvisibleBlade

John: Me

Warnings for this chapter: men going at it, light BDSM, some dom/sub action, angst, suicidal thoughts, and John being a cock tease.

Chapter 3 – Friends and Lovers

Sherlock woke tangled in a mass of limbs. His mind felt sluggish and it took him one scary moment to realize where he was and whose limbs he was entangled in. His heart fluttered with a strange kind of joy as he looked on at his peacefully sleeping flatmate and all of the night's events came flooding back to him. His breath caught in his throat as John began to stir. Not wanting to break the all too perfect moment he closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

John groaned and nuzzled his head closer to Sherlock, slowly waking up from a deep sleep. It had been dreamless, he was warm, and he couldn't remember having slept better in his life. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times, adjusting to the sunlight streaming in through the window. His gaze fell on his and Sherlock's hands, still holding the other. John gave Sherlock's hand a small squeeze and he whispered, 'I know when you're pretending to be asleep, love.'

Sherlock burst into uncontrollable laughter. He opened his eyes, a smirk pulling at his lips. He instantly attacked John's lips with his smirking ones. John didn't hesitate when Sherlock kissed him, pulling him closer, kissing him passionately. Now that he was allowed to he knew he would be kissing Sherlock as often as he could, except maybe around the Yard where he knew they had a pool going on whether he and Sherlock were in a relationship or not. But while it was just the two of them, John wasn't going to hold back. He ran his tongue along Sherlock's lower lip, asking if he would grant him entry.

Sherlock allowed John's tongue to slide down his throat. A smile pulled at his features as he began to gently and subtly move against John. Despite the fact the detective was no longer drugged up he couldn't help but feel compelled to want to tease John with his lower half. John moaned into Sherlock's mouth, his tongue exploring new territory. He clutched his hand tighter in Sherlock's hair, trying to get his tongue deeper down Sherlock's throat. The man was wriggling his hips, the movement making John's cock stir. For a brief second John feared he was still affected by the drug, but when his cock didn't throb painfully in an instant, he began to relax. He moved his hips in turn, encouraging Sherlock to continue his movements.

Sherlock groaned softly. His groin ached badly from last night's overuse. That should have deterred him from grinding himself against John but it only whirled him on. John groaned as his cock began to stir. His body was still completely exhausted after last night, but he still wanted Sherlock. He forced himself to stop moving, nipping Sherlock's lip when he gave a moan of protest.

'You know Sherlock, there is this wonderful thing called shower sex that I think we should try,' he said, his eyes boring into Sherlock's.

Sherlock pulled back and hummed. 'I'd happily oblige except I'm rather afraid that I might not be able to walk for awhile.'

John pondered that for a moment before smiling gently. 'Turn onto your stomach, love. I'm going to give you a massage.'

Sherlock rolled over, wincing slightly. A small whimper escaped his lips.

'Shh,' John hushed. 'Now don't move. I'm just going to run upstairs to grab something.' He planted a small kiss on Sherlock's head and dashed out the door to run to his room. Unlocking his bedside drawer he grabbed the oil and lube, knowing what direction the massage would head in. He sped down the stairs and back to Sherlock's room where Sherlock was still on the bed where John left him. He smiled and sat the lube on Sherlock's bedside table where he knew he would see it. He then moved to straddle Sherlock's back, his bum resting on Sherlock's. He let out a small moan at the contact, his cock twitching eagerly.

'I'm going to make you feel all better,' John whispered into Sherlock's ear, biting the lobe gently in promise of events to come. He opened the bottle of oil and drizzled some along Sherlock's back, making sure to avoid any scars that looked especially painful. He set the oil aside and his hands went to work on Sherlock's shoulders first, working to ease the knotted tension there.

Sherlock moaned softly and his cock twitched in joy. John's hips gave an involuntary buck at Sherlock's moan. He gripped Sherlock's shoulders tightly, trying to calm himself down enough to at least get one area of Sherlock relaxed. He needed to at least get Sherlock's legs in a better state so he would be able to stand and walk without much difficulty. Otherwise their dinner plans would have to be postponed. But first he needed to work his way in that direction, and his first obstacle was Sherlock's back. He attempted to move his hands lower, but he felt the tension in Sherlock's shoulders warn him that he wasn't particularly fond of that idea. He brought his hands back up to Sherlock's shoulders, squeezing gently to get him to relax again. Taking a deep breath John leant down and whispered, 'Trust me, I'm a doctor,' into Sherlock's ear before gently moving his hands down Sherlock's scarred back.

'God John,' Sherlock clung to John. 'I hope you know this is all your fault,' he joked.

John smirked. 'I accept responsibility for turning you into an insatiable sex god,' he replied. He slid down Sherlock's legs, letting his cock rub against Sherlock's arse before continuing downward. John's hands skated across Sherlock's back, not wanting to push Sherlock too far out of his comfort zone. John massaged Sherlock's lower back for a moment before sliding his hands over Sherlock's taut arse, squeezing it gently and leaning to nip the spot just above the crack. Sherlock flinched as John's fingers skidded past one of the more painful scars. Sherlock was soon distracted however by the sudden lurch his cock gave.

'You better bloody well treat me like a god,' he gasped.

'Always,' John replied, playfully nipping Sherlock's right cheek. His hands finally made it onto Sherlock's legs, massaging the muscles in his thighs, moving down to his calves, and back up again. When the muscles were no longer pliant and had regained some of their strength John looked up at Sherlock, his eyes dark with lust. 'Now turn over so I can worship your cock.'

'Careful - still sensitive,' Sherlock whimpered but did as John asked anyway.

'After all we did last night you'll probably be sensitive for a while,' John said as one of his hands grabbed Sherlock's cock and gave it a quick stroke. Sherlock's eyes widened as he felt his body respond to John's touch.

'And you? Are you in any pain?' Sherlock croaked, reaching out a hand to touch John's own rather sore looking member. John gasped at Sherlock's touch, his cock a lot more sensitive than he thought it would be. Then again, he did cum three times, and one was torturous and delayed due to Sherlock's painful-yet-miraculous Viagra concoction.

'Not in pain so much as extremely sensitive,' John ground out. His hips bucked into Sherlock's touch and his hand began to stroke Sherlock slowly.

'We really did a number to each other, didn't we?' Sherlock moaned through the question. He moved to one of John's balls and squeezed it lightly, rather enjoying John's vocal reaction.

'Yeah we diiiiiiiiiid,' John gasped in shock, his voice going up an octave when Sherlock squeezed. The arm that he had been using to hold himself up gave out and he collapsed onto Sherlock. 'Fuck, do that again.' Sherlock was more than happy to oblige.

'There's a good boy Jonathan,' he mocked, before using his other had to spank the living daylights out of his flatmate. John yelped at the sharp sting of Sherlock's hand on his arse. When Sherlock didn't let up his entire body shuddered, his cock twitching in Sherlock's hand despite the pain, and he raised his arse in the air to allow Sherlock better access. He buried his face in the crook of Sherlock's neck and whimpered every time another blow landed on his reddening cheeks.

'How are you John?' Sherlock chuckled, making each spank more forceful than the previous. His blogger certainly wouldn't be able to sit down in a while. John couldn't form any coherent sentences, he was in the blissful place where pain turned to pleasure and he never wanted to leave. He managed to cry out in ecstasy when Sherlock gave a particularly hard slap and twisted his hand around John's cock at the same time, biting down onto Sherlock's shoulder.

'Shh, darling,' Sherlock said fondly. He gently brought his lips to John's as he ran his hand up and down John's cock. The other hand was simply caressing his lover's reddened butt cheeks. John moaned into Sherlock's kiss, pumping his hips in time with Sherlock's strokes on his cock. God, he was so close.

Sherlock carried on pumping John's cock. 'You're beautiful,' he whispered. 'And you're all mine.'

'Yes, Sherlock, yours,' John gasped out. His thrusts were becoming erratic he was so close. 'Yours, Sherlock,' he whispered mostly to himself. 'Yours.' John cried out as he was finally brought over the edge, spilling himself all over Sherlock's hand and stomach. Sherlock held John as he came tightly.

'And I am yours. But then, I always have been.' John collapsed against Sherlock, panting, his heart beating erratically.

'Mine,' he whispered against Sherlock's neck. 'Yes, Sherlock.' He sat up to look Sherlock in the eye. 'You. Are. Mine,' he breathed against Sherlock's lips before kissing him. Sherlock writhed impatiently underneath John's body, kissing him back. He rubbed himself against John to tell him that he very much needed some attention too.

'You didn't think I forgot about you, did you love?' John smirked against Sherlock's lips. 'Oh, quite the contrary. All I've been thinking about is how can I make you squirm for me?' He snaked a hand down Sherlock's torso, stopping just before his fingertips reached the head of Sherlock's cock. His other snatched the lube from the table, holding it in front of Sherlock's face for him to analyze. 'And would you like to know what I've decided?'

Sherlock's breath caught in his throat. 'I have a fair idea, yes.' His cock seemed to perk up, as though it knew it was going to come.

John grinned wickedly as he slid down Sherlock's torso, carefully avoiding touching Sherlock's cock. He lifted Sherlock's knees and placed them on his shoulders, revealing Sherlock's arse in all its glory. John glanced up at Sherlock, mischief dancing in his eyes. He popped open the tube of lube and squeezed some onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the gel. He brought his fingers to Sherlock's hole and easily slid two fingers inside as Sherlock was still stretched from last night. He curled them slightly and found Sherlock's prostate, gently dragging his fingers across it as he pulled them out. He pushed them back in and repeated the motion, stimulating Sherlock's prostate while blatantly ignoring Sherlock's throbbing cock.

All Sherlock could do to stop himself from yelling out was to bite his lip. He groaned and tried his best to all but shove his unintended cock in John's line of sight. His cock was throbbing and he was already dangerously close. He brushed it across John's mouth. John's tongue darted out before he could stop it, licking the head of Sherlock's cock as it brushed against his lips. Sod the rest of the game, he thought. Make him squirm. He batted Sherlock's hand away and took his cock into his own hand, his other buried three fingers deep in Sherlock's arse.

'Don't be so quiet Sherlock. Go ahead and scream for all to hear that John Watson is the one making you feel such pleasure,' he nearly growled before taking Sherlock's cock into his mouth and swallowing him whole. It was considerably easier this time around as Sherlock's cock wasn't so massively engorged.

Sherlock couldn't hold back any longer. He screamed. He screamed John's name until his throat was sore. John growled around Sherlock's cock, loving that he and only he could put Sherlock in such a position. He swallowed around Sherlock's cock, his fingers stimulating Sherlock's prostate, and his other hand going to fondle Sherlock's balls. Sherlock felt himself cum and his seed gushed down John's throat. He sputtered out one more cry of his lover's name before collapsing onto the bed panting. John swallowed all Sherlock gave him, his mouth sliding off Sherlock's cock with an obscene pop. He wiped off his mouth and sucked his fingers clean, feeling so utterly filthy but not caring in the slightest.

'So, Sherlock, do you feel like a god?' John smirked.

Sherlock chuckled through a deep breath. 'Oh, yes,' he replied.

'Good,' John grinned. 'I'm going to go take a shower. Don't pop off to fairy land while I'm gone.' He kissed Sherlock soundly and crawled out of their bed, humming to himself with a triumphant smirk on his lips.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. 'I thought we were taking one together.' John stopped in his tracks, his hand poised just above the door handle. He turned to look at Sherlock, his eyes dark with desire again already.

'If you can walk you're more than welcome to join me,' he said with a wink. Sherlock crawled out of bed, his groin protesting all the way. He winced but managed to grit his teeth through the pain.

'I think I'll be able to make it,' he panted. John held out a hand, his fingers reaching out for Sherlock's, mischief in his smile. Sherlock squeezed John's hand, a smile of his own placed firmly on his features. John was clearly thinking that he'd play nice in the shower. That wasn't the case at all. Sherlock was planning on playing as dirty and as unfair as possible. John squeezed Sherlock's hand in return, thinking it was a gesture of comfort instead of a promise of very dirty things to come.

He opened the door out to the hallway, checking to make sure Mrs Hudson wasn't around. When he deemed it clear he gently pulled Sherlock along behind him, resisting the urge to push him against the wall and jump him. He was quite proud of himself when they made it to the bathroom without any sort of intimate touch or the like. He was shocked that he didn't jump Sherlock as soon as the bathroom door closed, but he knew the time would come once they were in the shower together, the water beating down on them, the moisture and humidity creating the perfect steamy atmosphere. As John turned the shower on Sherlock clambered in, waiting patiently, thinking of one thing only. He grabbed John's arm and pulled him in. He loomed over the shorter man, eyeing him up appreciatively. He curled his arms around John before shoving him under the running water and pinning him against the wall.

The water from the shower had yet to warm properly, so John was shivering when Sherlock shoved him under the spray. That didn't stop him from letting out a wanton moan, staring into Sherlock's eyes as he did so. He forced himself to keep his hands to himself. Sherlock was in control this time and John's body practically vibrated in anticipation of what Sherlock was going to do to him. Sherlock first and foremost had his priorities straight. He kissed John heavily before lifting him up and pinning him in place against the wall. His cock aligned with John's arse and he grinned against John's lips.

John didn't speak. He didn't need to. He just wrapped his arms around Sherlock's shoulders, kissing him hard, and wriggled his arse against the head of Sherlock's cock, his way of telling him, 'What are you waiting for? Just fuck me already!'

Sherlock pulled back and chuckled. 'I don't think so, do you?' He then went about pressing every inch of his skin to John's teasingly. John moaned his protest but stopped wriggling.

Sherlock is in control, Sherlock is in control, he reminded himself. He wrapped his legs around Sherlock, pulling him closer, their skin sliding against each other's. John turned his head to the side, exposing his neck invitingly. Sherlock sunk his teeth into John's neck, biting down long and hard, before sucking to leave a bright red mark for all the world to see. John moaned out an 'Oh fuck yes' when Sherlock sank his teeth into his neck. One of his hands gripped the back of Sherlock's head, holding him there until the spot became tender and sore.

'Yes. Mark me Sherlock. Make me yours. Let everyone know who I belong to.' Oh Sherlock was most certainly going to mark John. He moved lower down to John's collar bone and scraped his teeth against it. All the while he pressed his erection against John in what must have been unbearable torture for the doctor.

John was shaking. His entire body was shaking. The water had long since warmed by now, so John was shaking for three entirely different reasons. One, Sherlock's teeth on his collar bone leaving love bites and more marks in their wake. Two, John's muscles were straining from keeping him against the wall and not slumping against Sherlock. And three, Sherlock's cock was just rubbing against his arse which was still tender from the spanking he'd received not so long ago. John knew what Sherlock's game was. He was trying to make John beg, to get him to the point where John was a whimpering flustered mess he was so aroused. John wasn't going to give in that easily, but it was going to be hard, especially with Sherlock's cock so close to where he wanted it to be and Sherlock's mouth doing wonderful beautiful things to his skin. John let out a whimpering moan, pressing the side of his face against the cool tile of the shower.

Sherlock pressed his cock harder against John. He began to gently move his hips against John. He was going to make John beg for him; something he never imagined doing before now. He stuck out his tongue and began running it over the many love bites he'd marked John with.

He was on fire. His entire body was on fire. He needed relief from the way Sherlock's tongue ran over the bites he'd given. He needed relief from being pressed so tightly against the tile that he was sure there would be lines against his back for hours. But mostly he needed relief from the way Sherlock's cock was just rubbing between his arse cheeks, how slowly Sherlock was moving his hips against him. John let out a whimper when Sherlock grazed his teeth against one of the many hickies he had left, but he didn't give in. I'm not going to give in. I'm not going to give in, he repeated over and over in his head. The hand that wasn't in Sherlock's hair gripped one of Sherlock's shoulders, the nails biting into the skin leaving angry little crescent moons in the pale skin. He wasn't going to give in and beg just yet. Neither of them wanted the game to be over so soon. So John just whimpered again and rolled his hips against Sherlock's, telling him he was going to need to do more than plant a few love bites to make John Hamish Watson beg for the cock of Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock smirked. It was going to be like that was it? He pulled back slightly. John would have to beg if he even wanted contact with his cock back let alone what Sherlock really knew he wanted. Still pinning John up he slid a hand down to John's throbbing member and gave it a quick squeeze. It was clear that John wouldn't be able to take much more of his touches. John let out a sound that was between a moan and a strangled gasp. Sherlock's teasing cock was gone but now one of his hands was on John's cock. John clenched his eyes and jaw shut, his cock pulsing in Sherlock's hand.

'Sherlock, please,' he ground out before he could stop himself. 'Don't wanna cum like this.'

'Then what are the magic words?' Sherlock twisted his hand teasingly. 'I'm all yours but you have to beg.' John didn't want to give in but Sherlock's hand was unrelenting on his cock and he was already so close from the teasing and anticipation. He never wanted it to end but he needed relief. His gaze caught Sherlock's and any defense he had left was gone when he saw the hunger and determination in Sherlock's eyes.

'Please, Sherlock, please. I want your cock in my arse, I want you to make me scream, I want you. Please, Sherlock. Fuck me. Please.'

Sherlock smirked and rolled his eyes. 'Why didn't you just say so?' he said in amusement. He leaned his entire body back before thrusting himself into John. There were no fingers so it must have been painful for John. However for now the detective didn't care. He pounded himself into John with no mercy. John screamed when Sherlock finally entered him. He was still slightly stretched from last night but the burn of Sherlock's cock entering him was still there. His legs pulled Sherlock closer to him, his heels digging into Sherlock's backside.

'Sherlock,' he choked out. 'Don't stop. Don't ever stop.'

Sherlock couldn't stop even if he wanted to. He was blinded by lust. His thrusts became more manic and with it his cock pulsed. John was a whimpering mess he was so aroused, exactly what he said he didn't want to be, but at the moment he didn't care. All he cared about was that Sherlock was fucking him with reckless abandon against the shower wall, his cock trapped between their bellies, and he was close, so deliciously close.

'Sherlock, neck, pulse, bite it,' John demanded, turning his head so the vein in his neck stood out. 'You have to bite it.' Sherlock heeded John's wishes, sinking his teeth into his lover's neck as hard and as deep as he could. He was close now. So close. John gasped and writhed against Sherlock, his hand digging into Sherlock's shoulder so hard that his nails drew blood. He could feel Sherlock's tongue on his pulse, his cock throbbing in his arse. God, he was so close. He rocked back on Sherlock's cock, his own rubbing against Sherlock's stomach, Sherlock sucking on his pulse–

'Oh fuck Sherlock!' he cried as he began cumming, clamping his arse tightly around Sherlock's cock, hoping to get him to cum as well. Sherlock's eyes flew to the size of saucepans. He gritted his teeth and with one last thrust felt himself spill into John. His whole body quivered and he had to hide his head in the crevice of John's neck.

'Jawwn,' the doctor's name distorted on the tip of his tongue. 'Fuck!' he exclaimed. John clung to Sherlock tightly, his entire body having gone limp from the intensity of his orgasm. His legs hung limply against the wall, the muscles shaking from being wrapped so tightly around Sherlock's waist. His arse was sore from the pounding and spanking Sherlock had given him. But despite all that John had never felt more alive, thoroughly fucked, and loved. He ran a hand over Sherlock's wet hair and placed his palm on his cheek, gently coaxing his lover (yes, that was what they were now, still friends but lovers too) to look at him. He caressed Sherlock's cheek with his thumb before offering him a very chuffed smile.

'I love you, Sherlock,' John told his lover. 'I love you so much.'

'I love you too. I've never felt such belonging than when I'm with you,' Sherlock said, pecking John on the lips and lowered his now limp body down.

John giggled softly, his hand still caressing Sherlock's face. 'If you ever belonged anywhere it was with me, by my side. Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson,' he said, leaning against Sherlock to keep himself upright. 'And if you ever feel dejected or alone, know that I will always be there for you no matter what. Because you are mine, and I am yours, and we belong together.'

Sherlock kissed John for a long stretch of time. When he pulled back he laughed heartily. 'We should really participate in an actual shower. Look at the mess we're in.'

John laughed with Sherlock. It was true. While he had intended to actually clean himself up in the shower, it hadn't happened in the way he had hoped. He had wanted to clean Sherlock first, lathering him up (literally and figuratively), while slowly sucking on his cock. He didn't know where his sudden fascination with Sherlock's cock came from but he couldn't be arsed to care. He loved sucking on Sherlock's cock almost as much he enjoyed it up his arse. He closed his eyes and made himself breathe, saving those images for another time. Right now they really did need to clean up and possibly eat something. Getting properly dressed was optional.

'Yes, we probably should. Get cleaned up I mean,' John agreed. 'But you may need to clean me as I think you've fucked me rather boneless. I can barely stand as it is.'

Sherlock eyed John with concern. He looked as though he was going to collapse. 'I'm sorry. I was far rougher than I intended.'

'Don't be sorry Sherlock. I loved every second of it,' John reassured him. 'Sometimes it's OK to be a little rough.'

Sherlock laughed at the hilarity of it all. Only a few hours ago he'd been a naïve virgin, but now John was having to reassure him a rough fuck was OK.

John smiled up at his lover, understanding the humor in the situation. He placed his hands on Sherlock's chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath the damp skin. He placed a small kiss to the underside of his jaw and said, 'Now clean me up, take good care of me, and there will be a reward for you if you do a good job.'

'I hope that entails a long hard fuck of my own in the future.' Sherlock began to place kisses down John's body, stopping with a tender kiss to his cock. Then, grabbing some shower gel he began to lather his hands up. The detective began to rub suds all along John's body. He made sure to pay special attention to his legs and abdomen, and bottom, massaging the almost likely painfully sore muscles. All the while his eyes bored into John's gleefully.

John moaned and leaned his head back against the wall. 'Oh Sherlock, you have no idea what I have in store for you,' he grinned. He closed his eyes and hummed as Sherlock rubbed his muscles back to life, hissing slightly when he moved to his reddened bum. He looked down at his lover then, his cock twitching at the sight of Sherlock on his knees in front of him, and their eyes connected. 'You have no idea just how beautiful you look right now,' John breathed.

'Surely not as beautiful as you,' Sherlock replied, making sure to massage every inch of tense muscle. John sighed and carded his fingers through Sherlock's damp hair. Sherlock's hands felt wonderful on his tense muscles, he could feel himself turning to putty in his hands. He slowly sank down under the spray, the water cascading down around the two men, and he kissed Sherlock soundly.

'You take such good care of me,' John said against Sherlock's lips. 'Making sure I'm fed even if you nearly starve to death on a case. Cleaning my wounds when I get injured on cases. And you don't know it, but you saved my life.' John paused, gathering his wits about him. He didn't like to visit that part of himself, who he was before he met Sherlock and his entire life was changed. He had been in a dark place but Sherlock, unknowingly, had pulled him out into the light. He looked into Sherlock's eyes before he spoke again, wanting him to see how grateful he was and how it still affected him to that day. 'That day we met in Bart's. You saved me, you saved me from myself. And that is what makes you beautiful, Sherlock. Not just your alabaster skin or your perfect curls or your color-changing eyes. You care for me above everyone else, even yourself, and that is why I love you.'

Sherlock leaned forwards and nuzzled at John's neck. 'And you saved me from myself.' He wrapped his arms tightly around John. 'You know I'd almost forgotten how to feel. My father always said feeling was the downfall of the man.' Sherlock kissed John's Adam's apple. 'But then I met you and my heart began to melt. I thought that it was a bad thing. That you were going to be my downfall. Oh how wrong I was.'

Sherlock wrapped his long legs round John's waist. 'You're the bravest, kindest, and most loving human being I've ever met. And you're gorgeous. I don't care what you think. If I'm perfect it's only because you've completed me.' Sherlock rested his head against John's. 'I love you more than I can put into words.'

'We saved each other,' John mused. 'You were on your way to becoming your father, and I was on my way to a far darker place. But then Mike introduced us and if he hadn't, I don't want to think about it.' John clung to Sherlock, his face buried in his shoulder.

'You came into my life and you were so forward about everything. My tour in Afghanistan, my psychosomatic limp, Harry's drinking problems. And you were right and I was charmed and slightly offended. Now that I think about it, I was yours even then. I hadn't even seen 221B yet, but you already had me. And yes, I did try to initiate something at Angelo's, and I respected your decision to just be friends, but I must admit that I felt a little rejected. And after I shot that cabbie for you I could see it in your eyes. You'd underestimated me. I was shocked that I could surprise you, and the fact that I can still surprise you means so much more to me than you would believe.' John nuzzled against Sherlock's jaw, inhaling his scent mixed with the water. 'You've changed so much since we first met, and it's been for the better. I never would have imagined that I would take you to bed and have somewhat of a relationship with you. I had fantasized about it, but I never thought it would be real.'

John looked into Sherlock's eyes, both men's shining with unshed tears. 'I love you so much Sherlock. And if I have taught you one thing I hope it is that you know that you are loved by me and you've made my life a happy one. And there's no tragedy in that.'

Sherlock's eyes lit up. 'And you've brought so much joy to my life.' He kissed John on the corner of his mouth gently. 'I never dreamt of anyone truly wanting me in such a way or of even coming close to what we've just shared together.

'I hope you know just how special you are.' He tugged John closer to him.

John held Sherlock to him, Sherlock's chin resting on John's head. He clung to him, his face buried in Sherlock's shoulder, and tried to keep the tears at bay. Inhaling deeply, he leaned up and stared Sherlock in the eyes. He pulled his head down and kissed him, his face held in his hands. When they broke apart both were breathless, and John rested his forehead against Sherlock's.

'Let me take care of you now,' he whispered. 'Clean you up, show you what you mean to me.'

'Please. Go ahead.' Sherlock's whole body quivered in anticipation. 'Show me.'

John took Sherlock's hands and stood up. He maneuvered Sherlock so he was under the spray of water, grabbed Sherlock's shampoo, and lathered his hands up. He started with Sherlock's hair, knowing how methodical he was when he washed it, and massaged his scalp slowly, working the shampoo into his hair. When he finished he leaned Sherlock's head under the spray of water and rinsed his hair free of the product, running his fingers through the now silky strands. He lost himself in the softness for a while before he moved on to washing Sherlock's body. Instead of lathering his hands with the gel he had it run down Sherlock's body in reminiscence of the massage he'd given him earlier. He ran his hands up and down Sherlock's chest to get the soap into a lather, then began washing the rest of Sherlock's body like it was a holy temple. He started with his shoulders, made his way down his arms, even got in between Sherlock's fingers. He worked his way down Sherlock's chest, paying special attention to his stomach where a combination of their dried cum had settled. He settled down onto his knees and worked on Sherlock's legs, nuzzling his nose against his cock the way a cat would nuzzle against its owner's hand. When he finished with Sherlock's front, he gazed up at his lover, still on his knees, and whispered, 'Now turn around so I can get your back.'

Sherlock was purring like a domestic cat. John had thoroughly washed his hair and he could practically still feel his fingers working their magic. He happily complied, turning around, and wiggling his arse teasingly.

'Come and get me back.'

'Mmm, that's right. You're expecting your reward, aren't you?' John asked, his voice dripping with lust. He massaged Sherlock's legs just below his cheeks, teasing him into a pliant mess. 'While I did say I would reward you, I didn't specifically say when, now did I?' John smirked, nipping Sherlock's left cheek teasingly.

Sherlock moaned, slipping further down the shower wall. There were no words he could think of to make a useful retort so instead he settled for pressing himself back against John. John laughed and moved away from Sherlock, teasing him the way Sherlock had done only moments ago.

'All you're going to end up doing is sexually frustrating yourself,' John grinned. 'It'll do you no good to get yourself hard now when I don't plan to give you that long, hard fuck you earned until later tonight.' He punctuated his words with a sharp bite to each of Sherlock's buttocks and one on his lower back just above his crack. John's hands skirted across Sherlock's back, being mindful of the scars he already knew were painful, but he wanted to be sure the massage oil was gone and wouldn't be upsetting Sherlock's scars. Sherlock's hand flew to his own cock, running his hand up and down it with vigor, whimpering.

'John,' he warned with dangerous undertones lining his voice.

'No, no Sherlock,' John warned, grabbing his hand to stop his wanking. 'Can't have any of that right now. Give yourself a break. We've both had five orgasms in under twelve hours. Give yourself time to recuperate, and then later I'll have you cumming long and hard after a well deserved fuck where I plan on pounding you into the mattress.'

Sherlock huffed. 'You're such a tease,' he muttered. It was quite alright for John. His lover had had plenty of time and experience to work on controlling his impulses. For Sherlock this was frighteningly new to him and he just didn't know what to do with his raging desire. It didn't help that John was teasing him as he had done to John. However John wasn't going to do anything to cure the results of said teasing.

'Please remove yourself from me, John.' It wasn't a request, it wasn't begging, it was an order, despite how much it sounded like a fatigue filled sigh.

Suddenly two things happened. One, there was a loud banging. And two, a familiar voice called out:

'Open up Sherlock, it's Lestrade.'

Cliffhanger! Sort of :p

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