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KathAdrian : Thank you. No answer in this chapter but a little more about the strange note.
Thisisforyou : ah ah ah imagining Moriaty waiting for the answer behind the door while the two are having sex is quite funny. But I don't think laughing at M. is a good idea :)
Hats-For-Alice : Well they don't really know each other and frankly I think the person John doubt the most is himself. It won't last though.
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Chapter 8 – And you're mine
Sherlock woke up in the early hours of the morning. He was lying on John's side, an arm across the soldier's chest and a leg across the soldier's legs. He smiled to the sleeping man.
Possessive, am I? Oh yes I am, you are mine, John. Always. For ever. You wake the romantic I didn't know was sleeping in me. That's what you do John, you wake me up.
The detective buried his nose in John's neck and closed his eyes. This felt good, really, really good.
What about this wooden heart?
Sherlock opened his eyes. Of course now that he was awake he just couldn't let his brain rest.
Moriarty...What is this all about? You followed us, you came to us, at least close enough, or do you? Did you send someone to take the heart and mark it that way. No...you did it yourself, the engraving was made by an enraged hand, yours. So you were close. That's really dangerous to come near. We are watched by my beloved brother. Brother I need to call right now.
Sherlock slowly moved his arm and leg. His body wanted to stay here and wait his lover to wake but his brain needed to understand so he kissed John's neck lightly and got up. He put on one of his silk nightgown, left another one on the bed for John and exit the room.
So he got out of his room.
So he opened the sitting room's door.
So he found the folded paper.
So he read it.
When John woke up the sun was already high in the sky. He pressed his hands heels on his eyes then remembered where he was, Sherlock's room and who was supposed to be here with him, Sherlock. He sat on the bed and looked around him.
Oh well, ah, god that's strange...Where's Sherlock? Try not to be paranoid for it wasn't a good idea last time...Although it ended well...oh stop it!
John noticed the nightgown on the bed and smiled. He put it on and went out of the room.
Sherlock, where are you, he asked to himself when he found the sitting room and the kitchen empty. He wasn't in the bathroom either. He wasn't in the apartment.
Should I be scared? I could call him but...Where the phones are?
The phones were like Sherlock, nowhere to be seen.
John decided not to be scared and made tea, after all he was an English man, wasn't he?
Well all right it didn't work, he was scared now. He was cradling his mug while making a mental list of all the people he should call, which was made of only two or three people, the first being Mycroft when someone knocked at the door.
John climbed down the stairs and opened the door hiding himself behind the door not to show his half nakedness to the passer-by.
"Hello, John." Mycroft said smiling his usual smile.
"Oh Mycroft, you're the one I wanted to see."
"We know it's a lie, the one you wanted to see was Sherlock, I'm the second in row only because you didn't have this." He took a cellphone out of his pocket and gave it to John.
The doctor opened his eyes wide and took the phone as the older Holmes entered the lobby.
"As you can see there are phone numbers already inside, mine and Sherlock's. And yes if you call he will answer. Don't worry he is fine, he is doing researches at the moment."
"Right, maybe we should go in the apartment." John gestured on the stairs direction and Mycroft climbed them.
"Nice nightgown you have there." Mycroft said, teasing.
Mycroft, is always doing that, making people ill at ease. Say the words that will make you want to hide.
John always does that, he doesn't care.
"Thanks, it's Sherlock's, but you already knew, don't you? Tea?" He walked in the kitchen and turned on the kettle.
"Yes thank you." Mycroft sat on a chair.
The phone chimed in John's hand.
Don't let him bother you. Be back soon. I miss you. SH
Mycroft as a delivery boy? Do I have to be scared? I miss you too. JW
I'll resume in one word : Moriarty. More soon. I want you. SH
All right I have to be scared. Come back as soon as you can. I miss you, I want you, I love you. JW
I love you too. SH
John came back in the sitting room with a mug he put on the coffee table in front of Mycroft.
"Moriarty then?" He said casually.
"Moriarty, yes." The older Holmes crossed his legs.
"Right, may I ask what is the extend of the threat?"
"Life threatening threat."
"Whose life?
"Yours."
"Right. Sherlock's?"
"Since he can't let anything happen to you, yes, his life too."
"Thank you for your honesty."
"You're welcome."
They sat in silence for a while, drinking tea and waiting.
"How many men?" John take a look at the tall man sitting in front of him?
"Eight." The security has been doubled then.
"We will have to close the curtains at night then." John smiled. Mycroft laughed.
"You came in person, why?"
"Sherlock made me promise."
He must be really really scared for me.
"All right, you know how late your brother could be, if we are to stay together the whole day, maybe I should take a shower and get dressed."
An so John did. With Mycroft waiting outside the bathroom. Oh not that John knew about it. Not that he noticed the snipers observing him from the roofs on the other side of the street, Mycroft's men. When John came back in the sitting room clean and fully dressed, the older Holmes was on his chair reading the papers.
Spending an afternoon with Mycroft is like, well, not that he is rude or anything, it's just, his presence makes you fell, well, you know. It makes you feel so bad that you can't even write how bad it makes you feel.
Spending an afternoon with John is easy and pleasant for the man makes good tea if you ask for it, small talk if you are in the mood, watch crap TV if you want or stay quiet if you want to read.
Spending an afternoon the one with the other was...quite an experience.
When Sherlock came back to the 221B, he run up the stairs because all he wanted was being in John's arms so when he pushed the door and found his lover and his brother talking and laughing, he couldn't help feeling a pang of deception and all the joy he felt convert itself into anger.
"Am I interrupting something?" He asked his voice cold and low and the two men turned to face the newcomer. Mycroft's smile fell.
"Dear brother. I kept John company until you came back."
"No emergency in china or anywhere else on the other side of the world?"
"Sherlock!" John frowned.
"Don't worry John, I'm used to this kind of behaviour. I've spent an pleasant afternoon in your company." See? "Hope we will be able to do that soon. I take my leave, Goodnight."
"Goodnight Mycroft and thank you for the phone."
Mycroft nodded to his brother and took his leave.
Sherlock relaxed suddenly, came close to his lover and kissed him greedily. In spite of John's need to tell his lover how rude he's been with his brother, he kissed him back and pulled him close. Soon he found himself lying on the sofa with Sherlock on top of him and kissing his neck.
"Sherlock..."
The detective pulled his man's jumper up and crawled down his body. He kissed his skin and licked his belly button.
"Sherlock..."
"Yes?"
What was it he wanted to say? Oh never mind.
"Keep going please."
Sherlock smiled, opened John's fly and slid his hand inside. He stroked the throbbing cock through the shorts.
I missed you, love. You don't know how much. Your smell, your skin, your taste.
Sherlock licked again the soft skin of John's belly and the doctor sighed loudly.
Your cock.
He pulled John's pants and shorts down and took his erected sex in his mouth.
"Oh, fucking god, Sherlock!" John shouted arching his back and grabbing the cushions.
Sherlock kept on licking and sucking, he wanted his man to orgasm because he loved his face when he was loosing control.
Come, come, come my love. Show me your face. Show me how much I please you...
Please, please my love, please, please, please...
John grabbed Sherlock's hair to warn him.
"Sherlock..."
The detective put his hands on John's waist and took him even deeper in his mouth.
"Oh..." a cry, a growl and Sherlock's name as he came hard in his lover's mouth.
Sherlock watched everything and almost came at the sight of his man's release.
Beautiful my love, so beautiful.
John covered his face, his heart was racing in his chest, his breath was short. Sherlock crawled up his body.
"Don't cover you face my love, you're too beautiful to hide yourself." He kissed his man softly and John cupped his cheek.
"Your eyes..."
"What about them?"
"They scream how much you love me."
"So does your face, my love." Sherlock stole John's lips and licked them. The doctor let his hand stroke the bulge in Sherlock's pants and the detective moaned. John gathered his strength and rolled them over. He pressed harder on Sherlock's cock and nipped his neck.
"I love you." He whispered in his lover's ear and the detective shivered. John pushed his hand inside Sherlock's pants and stroke hard. The brown haired man rolled his arms around his man and pulled him close. John's hand moved faster and faster as Sherlock's breath and heart rate accelerated. The detective moaned and John licked his lips then slid his tongue in his mouth, tasting himself on his lover's tongue. He stroke more and more and Sherlock pushed his fingers his his man's hair and moaned loudly as he came.
They were catching their breath lying in each other's arm when John broke the silence.
"Sherlock? I know you made researches about Moriarty, why?"
"He threaten you, he threaten me."
"How?"
"He left another message under the door, at least I found another one, this morning...it says..."
"What? What does it say?"
"It says I'm going to kill that slut of yours and you won't deny me any longer."
"That's insane!"
"Remember who we are talking about."
"What did you find today."
"I watched CCTV's archives and I found nothing. According to the tapes nobody came to our door, nobody put that paper under it."
"But how?"
"I don't now, but remember who I am."
"The only detective consultant in the world."
"And I'm yours."
"And you're mine"
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