A/N: Hello guys. It's me again!

This chapter is inspired by a drawing with the same name from ~Choko17 . Look her up on deviantart.

This isn't going to be a long one. But I still hope you guys like it!

Ideas are streaming into my head!

I AM ON FIRE!

Thanks to my wonderful beta: ~the-vampire~goddess

Love, Emma

Warning: Slash and all the good stuff! :3

First time EVER writing this, so don't kill me.

"Oh…Ahn…John!" Sherlock moaned while John slowly moved his finger in. The doctor smirked, and started to prepare Sherlock. The detective was soon fucking himself on John's finger, and he added another one.

"Oh my… J-John!" Sherlock squealed when the doctor's fingers brushed his prostate. A moan escaped the ex-soldier. Seeing Sherlock like this almost made him cum then and there.

"Jo-John," Sherlock looked at him, lust in his eyes,"…F-Fuck me!"

John smirked, ignoring his throbbing member, and brushed his fingers over Sherlock's prostate more. As the genius whimpered, John leaned over and whispered seductively in his ear:

"First, you'll need to beg…," he said before he bit lightly on Sherlock's neck, leaving a hickey. A shiver jolted through the sociopath's body, and he whimpered some incoherent words.

"Plea-ease! J-John, FUck ME!"

John happily obliged and positioned his member in front of Sherlock's arse.

Just as he pushed the head of his member in, the phone rang.

John looked at the phone. It was Lestrade. He bit his lip.

"Sherlock?"

"Ye-eah?"

"It's Lestrade. Answer it."

The detective whined, but grabbed the phone.

"Lestrade?" he managed to speak clear, but it didn't last long as John started to move. A low moan escaped his mouth, but he quickly coughed and hoped Lestrade hadn't noticed.

"Yes, Sherlock, we have a case and need your help."

Sherlock bit back a moan, but whimpered none the less.

"What, kind of… ahn… case?"

John was now thrusting in him, ignoring the fact that Lestrade was listening, and shivers of pleasure wrecked Sherlock's body every time the doctor hit his prostate.

"Well, um, it's probably murder, but there aren't any wounds."

John started to whimper along with Sherlock now.

"Oh… God…"

Sherlock smirked and said to John, covering the speaker with his hand:

"It's always… a good thing when… you provoke the deities…"

John just grunted and thrust into the genius again.

"Anh… Yes Lestrade we will be there in a minute… Ahh…"

John was now thrusting into Sherlock ruthlessly, hitting his prostate over and over.

"S-Sherlock, are you feeling okay?"

There was a hint of worry in his voice.

"Y-Yes… I'm… nh… fine… Oh…"

Sherlock had just enough time to end his conversation when John grabbed his member and started pumping.

Sherlock felt a heat spread through his body and he came.

"JOOOOOOHHHHNNNNN!"

The scream made the last bit of resistance disappear in the ex-soldier's body, and after a few more thrusts, he came, too.

They then lay together, cuddling, coming down from their post-sex high.

Suddenly, Sherlock jumped up. He quickly pulled on his black, silk boxers and went looking for a proper outfit.

"Come on, love! We've got a case to solve!"

John grumbled, but stood up and went looking for his boxers. He found them on the sofa beneath one of the pillows.

When they were properly dressed, they went down and Sherlock flagged down a cab.

Once they were at the crime-scene, Sherlock huffed. John hugged his boyfriend.

"What's wrong, love?"

"It's just so obvious! We could be home right now, cuddling. Instead we're solving a case that's not even worth a second glance!"

John smirked, and whispered, "What about later on today?"

Sherlock couldn't get the grin off of his face for the rest of the case.

A/N: Well, I guess you can say that wasn't that bad… right?

But, seriously, as bad as this story is, so good is the drawing!

Let me know what you think, and if you want more chapters like this one!

Love, Emma