Chapter Three

"Rape." John looked up at Sherlock who was now standing tall. That lean body with creamy white skin and dark hair had him wanting to bite his lip but he knew better than to do that, it would give too much away. "Apparently the guy had a thing with necrophilia. The way the thighs and vagina are bruised says that he was rough which would indicate rape but with as fresh as the bruises look as compared to the ones on her face and neck due to the asphyxiation. That would indicate that these had been received after he had strangled her which would mean he was pounding into a lifeless corpse." He stated before looking at Sherlock.

Said male simply smiled wider at John. "Very good deduction John." John smiled before he stood up. "I'm learning from the best." Sherlock stood up as well and for once in a few days or so their eyes locked. He jumped when Lestrade cleared his throat. "I believe you can take it from here Detective Inspector. Come on John... let's go." John simply sighed and followed behind Sherlock like a little lost puppy.

"Very.. interesting." John looked up at Sherlock who was eyeing him. "What?" Sherlock blinked. "At the crime scene you were.. aroused." John blinked before scoffing. "I was not arou.." "Pulse quickening, pupils dialated, sweaty forehead. You were very much aroused but the question is what aroused you? The idea of asphyxiation?" He looked out the window. "I do not get aroused by strangling someone." He stated making Sherlock raise an eye brow. "You're uncomfortable." John looked over at him. "Really?!" Sherlock watched as John all but jumped out of the cab when it stopped in front of Baker Street.

John shook his head as he all but stomped up the stairs. "Oh John you and Sherlock got a package." John just shut the door with a small slam. "I can take that Mrs. Hudson." She looked over and nodded handing Sherlock the package. "Sherlock have you two had another domestic?" Sherlock just smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I can assure it is nothing you need to worry about Mrs. Hudson John just needs some uh.. some time alone." He stated before Mrs. Hudson smiled. "Well alright. I'll see you boys later then." She stated before leaning up, kissing Sherlock's cheek like a loving mother before walking off. He smiled before looking up at the door. Something was indeed bothering John and Sherlock had an idea as to what is was.
The knock sounded again, this was the fourth time and it was starting to get old. "What?!" John yelled before Sherlock's voice was heard. "John... do I arouse you?" John stood up and opened the door with a wide swing. "I'm sorry what?" Sherlock stepped in past John, who was helpless to stop him true he could have pushed him back but he didn't want to, part of him wanted Sherlock to know. "Do. I. Arouse. You. John?" He asked in a voice that just screamed take me, fuck me, make me yours.

John swallowed hard but shook his head none the less. "No." "John don't lie you're rather bad at it." John narrowed his eyes. "I am not lying Sherlock. You do not arouse me!" Sherlock just stepped forward. "And yet your quickening pulse says otherwise." He stated making John take a step back. "I am not and I repeat not having this conversation with you." He stated as he walked past Sherlock who followed him. "So tell me what it is that you like so much. The way I deduct things so easily, how I can spot things a regular person would overlook?" "Sherlock for the love of God could you for once in your life just shut up!"

Sherlock sat on the edge of John's bed speechless as he watched John grab his bag and head out, announcing that he was going to Sarah's to stay. Sherlock had heard a few things come from his mouth, some telling him to be nice or to apologize but he had never heard John blatantly tell him to shut up. The words stunned him speechless and the way John had left made him a bit uneasy. Would John leave? Would he pack his things and walk away from him? No.. No he couldn't let that happen. John was the only person who could put up with his antics. His odd behavior had become nothing if not normal to John and they fit so well together. He could lose John he simply couldn't. And as that realization washed over him as did the fear of the new feelings that he had just been made aware of.