So this is the new chapter. First things first; thank you's. so thanks to:i'masianaru, TheGameIsOnWatson (brilliant name by the way), twistintimeinwonderland, Siryanna, xZhi-Dux (your review was AMAZING; I have been enjoying our fun conversations! *hands you an Oreo* :3 I thought you might like one), DoctorSherlockLove, and mixed array! One thing about the thank you's is that I thank whoevers name comes up in my inbox; so you may have favorited or followed one of my other fics but I just add all the names to the fic I'm primarily writing (if it's from the same show/crossover). That might change in the future when I have more fics, but for now that's how it is.
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Breath in so deep, breath me in
I'm yours to keep
And hold onto your words cause talk is cheap
And remember me tonight when you're asleep…
Detective Inspector Lestrade was pacing back and forth in his office with a cold cup of coffee sitting right next to a hot cup of tea. "And he never told you anything?" Greg asked Mycroft for the billionth time. "No, dearest, I told you; he never tells me anything," the British Government replied sipping the hot liquid quietly. They had gotten close to each other while working on the Holmes case; Mycroft had been the one to make a suggestion that had nudged Greg in the right direction of finding out Moriarty was behind everything. So they kept in touch after the questioning and ended up taking a liken unto each other. "That's it, I'm going to the flat, I gave them the night; now I want answers," the DI grabbed his coat and rushed out of the room, the elder Holmes trailing shortly after.
John loves morning sex. That was one of the first things Sherlock found out when he started sleeping with the man; so it was no surprise when the detective woke up to find John abusing his neck. "Eager, aren't we, John?" Sherlock chuckled deeply, sleep coating his voice making it sound deeper and silkier than usual. "Shut the fuck up and turn around," John growled biting down hard. "Oh, someone's angry," Sherlock mumbled, growing hard and turning around. John pushed Sherlock's head into the mattress and pulled up his rear. Then the ex-army doctor started kissing and biting his way down the pale mans back, leaving angry red marks on the expanse of porcelain skin. Sherlock moaned sleepily, threading his long fingers into the rumpled sheets. "Oooh…I forgot how good you taste…" John mumbled kissing the trail of marks he had made; he ran his left hand down the expanse of Sherlock's back and used his index fingers to tease Sherlock's entrance. Sherlock moaned softly, "Take me, John…" he whispered softly into the plush mattress. John started slowly pumping his fingers in and out, enjoying the wet warmth enveloping his fingers. "Beg for it, you little cock slut," John growled into Sherlock's ear, forcing his head back. Sherlock let out a half anguished cry and began begging. "Oh, please John, take me, fuck me, anything! Just do something!" Just as he shouted out the last word the door swung open and everyone froze. Gregory Lestrade stood there for a split second, his eyes widened to saucers, and his face flushed red. "Whot the bloody hell is going on here!?" The DI asked staring at the rather hot display in front of him. He shifted slightly, he was beginning to get an erection and his pants were becoming uncomfortably tight. After realizing who it was, Sherlock looked bored. "Oh, hello, Lestrade," he said, as if the man hadn't just walked in on them fucking,"we're a bit busy at the current moment so if you could pretty please leave so we can finish, I think John and I would both be very grateful." Johns face flushed a deep scarlet. "S-sorry, Greg, I- uhm…" John was scrambling the get the sheets to cover both of them when Greg snapped out of his trance. "Oh, right, yeah, sorry," Greg blurted out quickly and practically ran out of the room.
"So, what are they doing in there, dear?" Mycroft asked sipping on a cup of tea. "Well," Greg started, "I'm pretty sure they were just starting a morning shag…" Greg's face turned scarlet again and Mycroft chuckled. "Then let them finish, Gregory…" the older male sipped on his tea contently, as if his little brother was *not* being fucked senseless in the next room.
John and Sherlock didn't finish (much the the detectives dismay), but instead they both showered, each taking care of their own *ehem* "problem," and came to the edge of the sitting room; away from any windows. "All right Sherlock, what the bloody hell happened?" Lestrade asked, standing up. "Well, Detective Inspector, John and I were engaging in an act that most couples do, one that I'm sure Mycroft and yourself have-" "You know that's not what I meant." John lightly elbowed Sherlock in the side and looked deeply into his eyes, "I want to know what happened too, Sherlock…" The detective took one look at Johns face, it screamed so many things: pain, fear, disappointment, despair, anguish, love, relief, and so many more emotions that had developed over time. For one of the first times in his life, Sherlock Holmes felt guilty. He leaned down and tenderly kissed his doctor. "John, Lestrade," he took a deep breath, "I had to leave to save your lives."
The detective had then proceeded to go into the details of how he had recruited Molly's help with a few fake cadaver's, a thick mattress, and a moving truck. Then he proceeded to explain how he had gotten rid of both Mrs. Hudson's and Greg's executers. "I still haven't gotten rid of Sebation Moran, however I am very close to locating him, it would have to be somewhere right across the street from here so he could see everything, because this is where…" he then finished a long deduction that eventually led to one solid point, "I have narrowed down the possibility of his location to three rooms." "Great what can we do to help?" John asked, going to sit down in a chair. "No! Y-You can't…" Sherlock said, and just a little too fast. John turned around to look at him. "What do you mean, we 'can't,' Sherlock?" The detective instinctively walked towards John to explain, and then everything happened in slow motion.
Lestrade had started to shout "NO-!" When Sherlock had begun walking, wich was followed by the shattering of glass and an anguished cry. In an instant time came rushing back to speed. Sherlock turned to look towards where the sound had come from, and found John, slumped over on his chair. The deceive scrambled to get to the other side of him, and lifted his head back, trying to stop the bleeding from a large bullet wound in his neck. "John, look at me, I need you to stay with me," Sherlock said, trying his best to keep it together; this situation did not call for sentiment. "Sherlock…" the ex-doctor breathed out, "Just know…everything that happened…" the man struggled to get the words out. "It's all fine…" was all he whispered, offering him a smile, before his face went slack. Sherlock stood up numbly, faintly aware of Lestrade radioing for an ambulance. Sherlock looked out the window and found the one open set of glass on the building just opposite. He was going to fucking kill Sebation Moran.
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WOAHHHH! Cliffhanger there, eh? Again sorry it takes me so long to update, I had another bit of writers block, so sorry. And I know this chapter is very short and craptastic, but I figured that was a good place to end for the… LAST CHAPTAH! And possible an epilogue following that :D anyways, theres some other fics that I'm going to post after this is done. One is revolving around "Vatican Cameos" I've been DYING to make a masochistic fic where that's their safe word, a parent!lock fic, I also had a bet that I listed and…you'll see when you get there, and I'm also gonna to FentonXPhantom fic! YAY FOR DP! But I would like one review before I write/post the new chaptah, PLEASSSEEEE? I love you guys ^_^ *goes insane and throws some glitter to make it rain* (I actually have no idea where that comes from, would someone tell me?)
