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~ I Will Go Down On This Ship

Sherlock woke up to feel the heat of the morning sun on the back of his neck while John woke up to the sun in his eyes. The doctor moved so the sun wouldn't hurt as much when he opened his eyes. The sight before him was magnificent; Sherlock's eyes were slightly open, his lashes standing out against his pale complexion, gradually waking up. The detective was slowly blinking away the sleep when he focused on his bedmate, John and smiled warmly at the man.

"Morning."

"Morning." The dirty blond yawned out.

"John"

"Sherlock"

The detective leaned over and was kissing the doctor, the smooth touch of lips meeting; he took a hold on the John's head in his hands, caressing his cheek when he pulled away.

"I love you."

"I know, I love you too." Their eye contact never wavering.

"Ready for today?"

"Not exactly but what choice do we have?"

John got up from the bed, Sherlock doing the same, both men were completely nude from their previous night, the dirty blond was heading towards the bathroom when the brunette caught a gentle hold of his arm and locked lips with him, again. Open mouthed kisses, the contact of tongues full of determined force to taste each other, their arms embracing each other, indulging in the feel of each other's nudity. The sound of their kissing, the slick wetness of tongues and the breathing of each other's breath, was loud in their ears, and for a small while, the world was only them. They broke the kiss but their foreheads met, both men gasping slightly at the intensity of their kiss, their eyes met, dark blue shining with love at ice blue and ice blue displaying the same notion at dark blue.

"For some reason, it feels like I can't get enough of you." Sherlock said softly

"That's a mutual sentiment."

John held both of Sherlock's hands in his, looking down, blushing a bit; making the brunette inquisitive to his behavior.

"Sherlock, it'll be more convenient if we shower together."

"Oh?"

"And, perhaps we can try shower sex."

"That's brilliant."

"But, um, I want to be, um …"

"You want me to enter you?"

John nodded,

"Yes."

Sherlock smirked; holding one of his hands, lead the way to the bathroom.

"We'll need a few things."

The shower was steaming when they stepped in, John first and Sherlock soon after, welcoming the heat and subtle sting of the warm temperature. The detective got the soap and lathered them both up, feeling the soap against the doctor's skin as he washed him, and watching the reaction, as his actions became less innocent and more motivated towards their main goal for taking a shower. They both rinsed themselves and started kissing, very sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, involving a gratuitous amount of tongue and lip biting. The lust in their eyes when they looked at each other burned with love and spoke loudly even though they said nothing at all. The brunette maneuvered them so that John was leaning against the tiles walls of the shower, under the showerhead, as Sherlock kissed, licked, nipped and sucked his way down the dirty blond's body, with the water flowing down the brunette's back. A lovely prize greeted the detective, nestled in wet dirty blond pubic hair was a dark red cock with a small bead of precum, inviting him like a diamond. He mouthed at the area around the phallus, tonguing at the testicles and then licked from the base to the tip, tongue circling around the head. John held back a cry, bracing himself against the tiles,

"Oh!" he gasped out.

Sherlock reached for the lube, spreading it on his fingers and began messaging the doctor's hole.

"Relax."

"I'll try."

To help with the preparation, Sherlock took part of the doctor's cock in his mouth, quickly becoming accustomed to the size and taste as his tongue played with it. The sensations John was feeling surprised him as he panted, the hotness surrounding his length left him nearly breathless and the tickling at his hole felt funny but he did his best to relax. The brunette inserted one finger; John grimaced and nearly tightened around the digit if Sherlock hadn't taken the whole member in his mouth.

"Oh God, Sherlock!"

The detective worked his finger in the hole while leisurely releasing and taking the cock and then he inserted a second finger, smirking around the length when he heard the dirty blond gasp. Sherlock then began to stretch the area, increasing the speed of his fellatio, eventually he added a third finger and was scissoring inside the doctor, bobbing his head back and forth. John was a panting and whimpering mess, the peak of his orgasm close so he gently grabbed Sherlock's wet fringe, forcing the man to look up.

"I-I don't want to cum in your mouth."

The detective released the cock from his mouth and stood up, towering over John, piercing his gaze in to the shorter man's eyes.

"Are you sure you want this?" Sherlock asked in a husky voice

"Yes."

Sherlock leaned close, until they were skin to skin, when Sherlock positioned him self and began to insert, holding the doctor's leg up for leverage. The never broke eye contact, making the event of John's first experience with anal sex all the more meaningful. The dirty blond couldn't help but commit this view to memory, this ethereal man with ice blue eyes, wet curly hair, looking midnight black from the water running down, clinging to that normally pale skin which was flushed from the heat of their activity and the water temperature. Soon, the brunette was fully inserted and gave time for the dirty blond to adjust to the lusty intrusion. John breathed deeply, getting used to this feeling, which was easier said then done, but he wanted this.

"John? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just, give me some time."

John took a few more deep breaths, grasping Sherlock's shoulders.

"Ok, I'm ready."

Sherlock pulled out and pushed back in, slow at first but then the thrusting increased, bringing sounds of pleasure out of both of them.

"Ah!"

"Mmm."

Sherlock was thrusting at a steady pace but then angled himself and continued his pace, making John feel an even greater pleasure.

"Ha! Yes! More!"

"Like that?"

"Just like that!"

The thrusting increased in pace, going faster and faster, the detective gripped at John's erection, pumping it between their wet bodies.

"Harder!"

"And faster?"

"Yes!"

Soon, Sherlock was pounding into John, holding him against the shower wall with both of the doctor's legs around the detective, his pelvis snapping quickly, thrust after thrust, the slapping of skin against skin joining the sounds of love making and running water. Their orgasm was near; they felt it, hot and promising.

"Sherlock! Sherlock, I'm so close!"

"Yeah!"

"I'm-I'm going to cum!"

"John!"

Their orgasm crashed in them and all around them, overwhelming them as they called out each other's name. They kissed fully and pecked as they came down from their orgasmic high, John's eyes at half lid relishing in his climax while Sherlock observed and noted how sexy and erotic a post coital Shower John was in his arms with half lidded eyes, face flushed, breathing heavily and smiling in satisfaction.

~ The Meeting ~

After that lovely shower session, they spent the majority of the day outside, dressed casually, enjoying the sun and some of the cruise events. They picked up their act of Ash and George, although the small acts of love truly meant love and the eye contact between them as Ash and George, felt deeper for John and Sherlock, it lingered and connected them. Eventually, the time came for the drug meeting, where they arrived wearing designer suits, looking very much the image of Ash and George.

They arrived, as the text instructed, in a plain grey room with a large white oval table, surround by chairs, some of the chairs were occupied. This place was an employee lounge for the cruise line workers. They entered from one door but across the room the left was another door. Sherlock and John, in disguise, found seats and sat down, waiting for other drug personnel and their host. They didn't wait for too long, a few more people showed up and their host arrived, with one of his bodyguards standing against the back wall.

"So, we're all back, good. Just to let you know, I love having money, it's like a free pass to any location with the right price. This meeting room, not exactly luxurious but rented out to us for a great price. Now, I think it should be known that I don't want to know if you're a dealer or distributor, I don't give a shit. I don't need to know what you fucking do, to each their own. I don't care."

Garretson stood in front of the table, standing casually.

"I understand that deals have been made, which was the whole purpose of this trip, but now on to business. I'm sure every one of you has met my boy toy Trevor. And I know for a fact that everyone here has at least heard of these."

He held up the packet.

"Blue Krill, although small, its very potent."

And put it away in his trouser pocket, keeping his hand in there.

"But, before I get into it, you all know that Trevor was passing these out, under my orders. What you should also know is that Trevor's room was broken into and some of the Blue Krill packets were stolen. Trevor, being the fucking loud mouth he is, practically told everybody on this fucking boat that he had the pills. So now, as punishment, he's chained to the bed in my room, with a vibrator duct taped to his ass."

Garretson took out a small remote.

"Oh, its on low, let's turn it up."

He turned up the speed and threw it at his muscle guard, who easily caught it.

"After five minutes, turn that shit off." Garretson told the man and faced his audience. John hid his cringe for the man, Trevor and felt an utter dislike for Garretson.

"Blue Krill, is one hell of a drug, it has the same or similar effects as some of the popular drugs today. They come in packets of six, but the most that can be taken in day should be three. Sure, you can take more but you'll die." He chuckled a bit.

"One pill relaxes the body, makes you feel calm, two pills re-energize the body, making you feel like a king and three pills, well they make for the best sex ever, arousing the body. Honestly, I don't give a shit if little druggie fuckers take more than three, the packets were designed to share, but stingy fucks won't so its their problem, but as a warning to yourselves, four pills produce an full body numbing sensation, five pills give you 24 hour full body paralysis and six pills, you're dead." Garretson walked a few paces to his left to stand casually, leaning on his right leg, taking out his phone from his other suit pocket.

"So, here's what we're gonna do, the necessary people that know my number, start buying."

The next ten minutes of buying and distributing, Sherlock working his fingers texting, with John looking over his shoulder.

Garretson put his phone away and faced his audience again, only there was a change in his mood that brought red flags to John's mind.

"Alright, cool, we're done with that, let's move on. I want to get back to the subject of those pricks that stole from Trevor. Now, I'm not mad that they stole from Trevor, no. I'm a little irritated that instead of going through proper channels and communicating, they helped themselves to those fucking pills. But that's not even the main reason to why I'm mad, you see. I'm mad because that only means one thing, gentlemen, we have a mole among us."

The red flags waved with sirens.

"Yes, there is a fucking mole in our circle and no, I refuse to tell you how I figured it out, but I will weed the fucker out. Right now, with some tests, a reaction type of test. I will go to each asshole that I suspect is the mole and give them a small reaction test. Each little test will be different."

Garretson went to his first suspect, petite man from Brazil and a stern face.

"Stand up."

The man did and Garretson pieced a looked into his eyes, trying force the man to look away, but the small man didn't. The way Garretson was gazing and his proximity to the petite man was too close and he reminded John of a sexual predator, the sirens getting louder in his mind.

"Alright, go ahead and sit down."

He went to his next suspect, a calm faced man from Japan.

"Just seat right there."

Garretson started massaging the man's shoulders, sensually, moving his hand every now and then to massage at the man's chest, but the man didn't flinch, he actually relaxed into the caresses.

"Ok, cool. Nice chest by the way."

Garretson approached Sherlock, the alerts in John's head causing a major commotion complete with flashing red lights.

"You, sit up on the table and face me."

Sherlock did as told when Garretson was suddenly kissing him, tongue to stunned tongue, forcing Sherlock to lie down on the table with Garretson on top of him. The man assaulting Sherlock's mouth, hands gripping at the detective's rear, squeezing. The suddenness of this event caught John off guard, was this really a reaction test or had Garretson used an excuse to man handle Sherlock. Either way, the doctor wasn't liking it, it angered him but he tried to keep calm because their cover was on the line, no reacting. The moan from Sherlock's mouth as Garretson bit his neck set the dirty blond off.

"That's Enough!" John shouted, standing up with one fist that pounded the table, his face an image of anger.

Both men stopped and looked over at the doctor, Garretson smirking.

"And that, gentlemen, is your mole, or one of them anyway."

The bodyguard was at John's side in no time, pointing a gun at him, making the man surrender.

Garretson looked down at Ash smugly, still on top of him, while Sherlock rolled his eyes and lightly banged his head against the table.

"Sherlock Holmes, it's a nice way to meet you."

"Can't say the same. Do get off, your breath is deplorable and your vile presence is singeing my suit." The Ash façade was off.

"Ha, you've got balls."

"How did you do it?"

Garretson grinned, grabbing Sherlock's bum

"I never forget an ass, especially one as bangin' as yours."

Garretson then spanked the detective, hard, making him flinch. John winced at the hard slap, still angry at Garretson but also angry at himself for blowing their cover.

"I've been on your website and I've seen some of your pictures. It's a nice ass, get up."

Garretson brought out his own gun, pointing it at the brunette as he got up from the table to stand.

"Gentlemen, this meeting is done. Have a nice day and don't worry about these pricks, I'll take care of them."

The drug men in the room left and soon John and Sherlock were forced to follow Garretson with his bodyguard pointing his gun, following behind them.

~ The Confrontation ~

All four men stepped out of the elevator on the second floor of Palace Atlantis, heading towards Garretson's suite. They stopped at one of the door's, the vile man spoke with his guard, looking at Sherlock with hungry eyes.

"I think I'll play with this one, the short guy can watch."

Garretson pulled the detective inside the room while the bodyguard pulled john towards another door.

"Sherlock?"

"I'll be alright John."

"Sherlock?! Sherlock!"

John struggled against the guard while Sherlock was calm.

Garretson's suite was far more lavish and large but he hardly had time to admire the décor because he was being directed towards the bedroom. They entered and saw Trevor on the bed, naked, flushed and crying from the vibrator in his anus, covered with duct tape; the other bodyguard was in the room as well.

"Get that piece of shit in the bathroom, leave him and when you're done, join Nathan."

The bodyguard left, Sherlock was observing the room, the wide long mirror on the wall had him raise and eyebrow.

"The mirror?"

"Oh, you know what kind of mirror that is. I know the designer of these rooms, I paid a pretty penny to set this suite up for myself."

Garretson took off his jacket and approached Sherlock, dull eyes filled with lust for the detective.

John was taken to a small room, dark with the only light coming through on large window and a chair. He struggled but was forced to sit in the chair his hands were zip tied behind the chair's back. As he faced forward, he then realized that he can see Sherlock and Garretson through the window, he watched as Garretson approached Sherlock and didn't like where this was leading, it sickened and angered him, the man was too close to the brunette. Another bodyguard then joined the single bodyguard and they stood on either side of the doctor, watching the same view.

"Am I right in stating that my partner is on the other side of that mirror?"

"Yeah. What's his name? John, right?"

Garretson was more than invading Sherlock's personal space, the man held him close, as if they were lovers.

"Yes."

"Ooh, so proper. Soon, I'll have you begging like a dirty whore with that mouth."

Garretson, with both hands was fondling Sherlock's face, enjoying the sight before him, although Sherlock refused to look him in the eyes. The force closeness with this man was repulsing and he felt disgusted.

"You'll never hear me beg."

"We'll see, but for now, let's put on a good show for your partner, John."

Garretson kissed him, forcing his tongue in Sherlock's mouth but the detective bit it. The taller man slapped him across the face.

"Little bitch."

He put his gun to Sherlock's jawline, applying pressure so that the brunette inevitably made eye contact with him.

"Usually, I'm all for kinky fun but do that shit again and that pretty little face will be no more."

They kissed again, with Garretson taking off Sherlock's suit coat and shirt, violently.

John watched as the man spoke intimately with Sherlock but he shouted when the man kissed the brunette.

"No!"

He was then shocked when Garretson hit the detective, his anger increased,

"Stop it! Arsehole, don't touch him!"

"You dumbass, they can't hear you."

John ignored the guards and struggled with the zip ties.

"Sherlock!"

He watched as Garretson pointed the gun and kiss the detective again.

"Sherlock! No!"

Garretson broke the kissing to sit on the bed, quickly undoing his fly and pulled out his erection to look at Sherlock with a look.

"Let's put that mouth to good use, suck!" he pointed at his dick

The detective shuddered in revulsion but got on his knees, in front of the length, tentatively licking at the head. He licked for a small while but Garretson was impatient and forced part of his dick inside Sherlock's mouth. It felt wrong, so bloody wrong, like he was betraying John, but with a gun to his curly haired head, he had no choice.

John watched them kiss again and how Garretson sat on the bed, mess around with his trousers only to point at his crotch while speaking to the detective. It was when the brunette went to his knees that John felt some panic mixed with fury, shouting,

"No! Don't do it Sherlock! No! Don't! Sherlock!"

The intensity of his shouts growing as the sight of Sherlock giving this heinous man oral burned the doctor internally with fury and possession. Sherlock was John's and only John's to kiss, touch, and be that close with, no one else. He still struggled with the zip ties.

Sherlock was soon deep throating the erection, under the gun influence from Garretson, gagging every so often because he found that dick gross. Internally he felt the guilt of this act eat away at his heart, he thought about earlier that morning and how he preferred the John's cock in his mouth than the current one.

John watched as the brunette was now bobbing his head on Garretson's crotch, shouting out loud in desperation, never ceasing his struggles to break from the zip ties, even though they started to cut in to his wrist

"Sherlock! No! Stop! I'll save you! I swear I'll save you! Sherlock! SHERLOCK!"

The doctor felt a light blow from the gun handle to his head, not hard enough to knock him out, but enough to piss the dirty blond off.

"Shut up, you whiny bitch!"

John saw red from seething with pure rage, his brain entering military mode, main mission; take out the enemy and save Sherlock. The adrenaline from his rage allowed John the strength to break the zip ties, confusing the guards and then he attacked. John knocked the gun out of the guard on his left and punched the man, knocking him out cold, he then located the second guard and kicked the gun out of his hand but was hit with a blow to his stomach, which knocked the wind out of him for a second before he aimed a kick to the man's shins. The guard went to the floor, cringing and shouted a swear. John punched him again, twice and received a punch to his face in return but they were fighting on the floor and reaching for the gun, having forgotten about the other one, blows were thrown and they both got a hold of the gun when a shot rang out, followed by shattered glass.

The sound of a gun shot and shattered glass distracted Sherlock.

"What the fuck?" said Garretson.

The detective's brain worked quickly in this diversion, he knocked the gun away from his head, bit the man's dick, drawing some blood, forcing Garretson to double over as he pulled away and tried to pry to gun out of his hands but the vile man was holding on. The both struggled for the gun, wrestling for it with all their strength until it triggered.

"Aggghhhhh!"

The shot from the other room pulled John out of his red rage of punching the second guard, the man was already unconscious and he quickly got up to look through the opening where the window was, Sherlock was kneeling on the floor with a groaning Garretson, lying back on the bed, gripping his crotch and left leg, only to faint. The doctor jumped through the opening, kneeled in front of Sherlock and saw that he was bleeding from his mouth and chest. John panicked but went on doctor mode.

"Sherlock, love, you're going to be alright, ok? Just lie down and don't move, I'll fix you, I swear it, Sherlock, I'll help you, just don't-."

John's doctor mode didn't last long due to tears welling up in his eyes.

"John, John, hey, relax, I'm fine."

"But you've been shot? Here?"

John pointed towards his chest, near the hearts location, but the pain and concern in those dark blue eyes, one eye turning black, clenched at Sherlock's heart.

"Take a closer look."

John did take a closer look.

"I've only been nicked by the bullet, nearly no pain at all, well, except some stinging, but I'm ok."

"You weren't shot."

"No."

"But the blood on your mouth?"

"I bit Garretson's dick."

"So, you're not dying due to taking a bullet to the heart?"

"No."

John hugged him, so very close, avoiding the small wound on the detective's chest, while Sherlock hugged him back. The doctor was so relieved that a few tears of joy came out of his eyes, the events that had just taken place were frightening because it was unpredictable but he was so happy that they got through it. Sherlock felt just as relieved to have John, holding him with the same grip and placing a tender kiss on top of the dirty blonds head. John kissed near the wound on Sherlock's chest, the same gesture the brunette showed him at the spa a few days earlier. The minutes went by as the held one another, relishing the life of their loved one and pulled apart slowly, looking at each other

"I would kiss you but you've got dick blood on your mouth." John said against the detective's neck, making Sherlock chuckle, a deep warm sound.

"Let's call Mycroft and tell him that this stupid case has been solved."

"And about the poor sod in the bathroom with a vibrator taped in his arse."

"Yeah, that too."

"Sherlock?"

"Hm?"

John brought his arms up and over the brunette's shoulders to hug him again but whispered in his ear,

"For a moment, I thought I lost you."

Sherlock held John close again, arms encircling his waist, he whispered back,

"I thought I lost you too."

~ The Private Plane Ride Home ~

Mycroft gathered the necessary evidence in order to convict in a suitcase, closed it and left them alone to relax and talk after questioning them about nearly every single detail, although they skimmed over the more explicit ones, the majority of what happened was explained. Mycroft noticed the change in their dynamic, from their glances and the holding of hands when they explained the events, but he'll question Sherlock about it some other time Sherlock and John sat together on the couch of the private jet, although John was leaning against the brunette with a cold compress to his black eye. Sherlock was patched up as well, some stitching and plaster to keep it clean.

"Sherlock."

"Hm, yeah?"

"I want to apologize for blowing our cover."

"Oh, shhh, there's no need."

"Please, I just felt so jealous when he kissed you, I forgot that we were acting as Ash and George."

"He figured out it was us after the break in and he recognized my arse, that's hardly your fault."

"It does stand out, your arse."

Sherlock smiled, making John smile but the doctor got serious.

"Sherlock, I know you like giving head to Garretson and to be honest, neither did I. The image and very idea of you being with another man in that way angers me so much. I love you and I don't ever want to see you with another man like that again."

"What about a case?"

"I might make and exception but I just don't want you falling for some one else."

"Some one else, John, there is no one else, only you, I do love you."

Their eyes met and they leaned in to kiss, a chaste kiss but it was overflowing with love. They broke the kiss and moved back to their original spots, getting comfortable.

"So, when were you going to tell me about Jason?"

John grimaced.

"Never, how did you find out?"

"Markel texted me this morning."

"Markel, damn him."

"How come you didn't want to tell me?"

"Its not really a big deal, I was in a mood and wanted to toast some body on their happiness and he thought that I was hitting on him, really I wasn't."

"He obviously misunderstood."

"Yeah, until Markel and Rex came in the picture and Markel proceeded to beat the living shit of out Jason."

"Hm." Sherlock grinned.

"What are you 'hming' for, he nearly beat my arse too!"

"Oh, he can't do that, that's my job."

"Huh?"

"At home, in my bedroom, with the riding crop."

John blushed at the suggestion.

"Give me a day to recover and we'll talk about it."

~ The End ~

Author's Note: Ta-da! That's it, all done with this fic, it was fun to write, thinking of the situations and the dialogue. I'm glad I finished a chapter fic and what's great is that this shows my strengths and weaknesses as a fiction writer, so practice makes near perfection. I apologize for the errors. I hope you all had fun with this fic, feel free to draw a scene if you want to and Thank you for reading and reviewing. I have a Tumblr, which I go by Iwillfangirthefuckoutofyou, should you want to follow and stuff, yeah. Review if you want.