Save Him From Himself

by CayCharming

Sherlock can't turn his mind off, all it wants to do is think about John in a way that he isn't sure he can handle, so he turns to drugs. But when John finds out and Sherlock's past comes back to haunt him will the two be able to navigate the minefield of detoxing, Sherlock's history, and their blossoming love without falling apart at the seams?

10. Threes the Charm

Chapter Summery: John and Victor has become closer in the last few months and haven't known that Sherlock has been baiting them. When he finally gets what he wants will it prove to be more than he was ready for?

Authors: CayCullen and HollyGlow

Notes: So here it is, the last full chapter! This chapter includes smut and m/m/m action just so you're warned. Victor is played mostly by Cay in this chapter.

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During the next few months things went really well for the trio at Baker Street. Sherlock and Victor managed to stay clean and hadn't even been tempted to relapse. John had helped them both through the withdrawals, using whatever means he had available to him. Which usually meant ending up in a sweaty, messy heap with Sherlock or sitting quietly with Victor a hand on his shoulder and keeping him grounded as he worked through the pain. It took about a month but Sherlock and John started working on cases again, while Victor went to work as a personal assistant for Mycroft. Really Sherlock had pushed Mycroft to give Victor the job which Mycroft had absolutely resisted until he realized Sherlock would not stop texting him at any hour of the day or night until he relented. Victor for his part was enjoying the job. It was fairly easy, paid well, and Mycroft actually began to give him a bit more trust. It had taken a full four months before Victor felt he was strong and clean enough to approach his father. He used all the confidence he could manage to prepare himself for a rejection but it had actually gone wonderfully. His father, so happy to see that Victor had gotten clean on his own and was working again offered him a position in his own company. Something that would allow him to begin working on the ground floor and climb the ladder to his rightful position as a full member of the company. Victor had readily agreed and attended a celebratory dinner with his mother and father before racing back to Baker Street, brimming with happiness - to inform the boys. The only problem was once he'd thrown himself up the stairs and into the living room only John was there, sitting a little blankly on the couch.

"Where's Sherlock? I thought you two were working on a case." He said as he hung up his jacket, loosened his tie and removed his coat. Victor's health had come back in leaps and bounds under John's careful care and he looked so much better now. His muscles were coming back, the dark circles no longer lived under his eyes, and he was beginning to look the way he imagined he would after University. John smirked and motioned for Victor to join him on the couch, grinning as he did.
"He ran off chasing a lead, forgetting I can't keep up with him. He was gone before I got to the end of the street and since I have yet to get a text or anything I just came home. He'll figure it out soon enough. But look at you! You're smiling, it looks good on you." He grinned as he teased. It had been amazing how much he and Victor had bonded over the last few months. Victor had been an anchor in the sea of Sherlock's insanity. Case after case had come in and with Sherlock stuck in case mode it had been nice to have someone else on the same wavelength to watch movies with, get dinner with, and just be around. "He'll likely pop in, in an hour or so and offer to whisk me to dinner to make up for forgetting about me. Or else cursing at me because he's been telling me important information and I won't remember any of it." John let himself look Victor over closely, he looked a lot lighter. "So what brought you flying up the stairs?" Victor moved to sit next to John, his hands practically shaking with delight. He hadn't been this happy in a long time. He was happy, well content really because he was here with Sherlock and John. He'd developed a strange relationship with them, not really a lover but not really not either. He'd had John, Sherlock, his improving health, a job, and a new lease on life... But now, now he had all of that and his family back. He smiled brightly at John, ignoring the familiar flutter of butterflies in his stomach.

"I told you guys I was going to go see my father today." He began, nervously untucking his shirt so he could completely relax. "I um... Well I did and it went really well. He offered me a job with the company and then we went to dinner with my Mum." He sounded truly ecstatic and it was because he was. He never thought this would happen. Sure John and Sherlock both had told him it would, John more often in those long nights the two of them had spent lying on the couch waiting for Sherlock to reappear from some case - but he hadn't truly believed it.

"That's incredible!" John smiled broadly and without even thinking pulled Victor into a hug. "Congratulations!" He grinned and slowly moved to pull back, but he did so reluctantly. He blushed a bit. He forgot that he and Victor had to carefully negotiate their touches because it had become clear shortly after Sherlock's amnesia spell that the two of them were a bit fond of each other. He coughed slightly and looked down. "That really is amazing Victor. I'm proud of you." Victor blushed a bit, nervously rubbing at warm cheeks trying to pretend he had caused the blush himself. He reminded himself again that Sherlock and John were engaged and that Sherlock did not share.

"Thank you, John." He said, still smiling just as brightly. "That means a lot. I've been trying to make you and Sherlock proud... And to make myself proud." He added with a laugh. "But now that I have this job I'll be able to get my own flat soon." He said it quickly and then saw how John's face fell. He felt a pang of sadness in his chest. "I mean I need to. Since you and Sherlock got engaged, you'll need your space. And maybe it won't be long before you two will adopt a child." He said with a honest smile. He really was happy for them. The pain he felt for getting to have either of them was nowhere near as bad as it used to be. Of course he would be sad not to curl up in the bed with them when it was really cold in the flat, or to cuddle with John on the couch on those long nights where they were both bothered by nightmares - but they had their life and he needed to live his own.

"Oh I don't know about that. I don't know how Sherlock feels about children. It's not really something we've discussed at this point." John tried to say it dismissively but there was clear disappointment in his voice. He looked down. "You'll still come visit, right?" He nervously looked back up. Victor swallowed hard and looked away, his cheeks still flushing red. John told himself to breathe, this emotion was unbecoming of someone who was looking toward marriage. It wasn't that he was unhappy with Sherlock because he wasn't - but Sherlock didn't cuddle. Sherlock didn't offer a hug when John was drenched to the bone because he'd followed him straight into a rain storm. Those were Sherlock things...

"Of course. You two are my best friends. I can't just stop coming to see you. I mean I am going to be Sherlock's best man. I hoped that would mean I would get to be the God father of any little ones you do have." John looked at him like he'd lost his mind. There was no way Sherlock Holmes wanted a child. Let alone multiple. At the look on John's face Victor rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, he secretly loves kids. He's never told you but he loves them. You'd tease him relentlessly if he told you. But if you ever go to the store with him and there happens to be a little baby sitting in the shopping cart, he makes silly faces at them until they smile. He'll try to make sure you don't catch him doing it, but he does it all the same. He always told me that's how he knew he wanted to be a father. Because when they smiled at him it made him feel this aching need to have one of his own. Just because he thinks he'll be an awful father doesn't stop him from wanting to be one."

"He goes to the grocer?" John asked with a snort of laughter, the two of them dissolving into a fit of giggles for a few minutes. When they finally stopped laughing he looked a little more serious. "Well if he ever does decide he wants them you will definitely be the Godfather." John smiled, he felt a pang of sadness though at the thought of Victor leaving. He looked down. He'd gotten used to Victor being there and the casual touches that had helped him stay strong when Sherlock was distant because of brooding or a case. But it was selfish to want Victor to remain there, to stunt his personal growth. He smiled. "I'm really glad this happened for you, Vic. It's good to see you doing so well." He barely met Victor's eyes because every time he did he wanted to cuddle him. His mind flashing back to a month ago when Sherlock had abandoned John to follow a clue and John had gotten caught in the rain on the way home. John had been miserable, cursing about how he was going to catch a cold as he trudged home. He'd arrived back at Baker Street utterly soaked to the bone only to find that Victor had seen him coming down the street and found clean clothes, a towel, a large fluffy blanket, and put tea on. Victor met him on the stairs and wrapped him immediately in the towel, forcing him into the bathroom to change and setting up a blanket nest on the couch in which the two of them had cuddled together - on the pretense of keeping John warm - until they'd heard Sherlock on the stairs. He blushed slightly, feeling ashamed. "What should we do until he gets back? Do you want to go out a celebrate or something?"

"We both know he'd be jealous if I took you out all by myself. He'd either murder us or destroy the restaurant in question." Victor said with a chuckle and he shook his head. "Maybe later though when we can all go. Besides he'll want to take you to dinner when he gets back... He's been planning it for a week. He has a surprise for you." Victor said with a wicked grin. He'd helped Sherlock pick out John's ring a few weeks ago and Sherlock had mentioned giving him his ring on this particular evening. "A very nice, very expensive surprise." He giggled.

"That's not very secret Vic." John blushed and laughed. "But he's not the only one with a gift." He instinctively reached in his pocket and ran a finger over the small box. He'd been carrying it in his pocket for several days, unsure of when to give it to the detective. "Likely more expensive than the gift I got him." John put his hand on Victor's arm. "I'm glad you stayed here with us. Things have been amazing."

"I'm glad I stayed too. I haven't been this happy in a long time." He confessed. He considered his next move carefully, looking towards the stairs and straining to listen. He didn't hear anything so before he let his mind get the better of him he leaned against John, resting his head on his shoulder. "If I hadn't stayed I don't think you and I would be so close." He said quietly his own voice sounding a bit breathless. John slowly wrapped his arms around Victor, before pulling him closer. The two of them relishing the small comfort of the touch. He leaned his head down on Victor's.
"I know we wouldn't be and that would have been terrible. When you first came you were important to him, that's why I wanted to help... But over time you've become so important to me Vic." He whispered, blushing as he did.

"We really should stop cuddling when he's not around like this. We're always so cuddly when he's gone." Victor said but he was giggling like an idiot just because being near John simply made him feel like he was floating. "He's going to find out we like to do this if we're not careful and it might be bad if he did." He whispered with a wicked grin.

"I think he already knows, but he has never actually said anything. He just makes little statements about how I'm not trying to cuddle him to death or demanding to know why I'm not clinging to him." John whispered, flushing with a bit of guilt but not really wanting to let go. It was just hugs, it wasn't like he was snogging Victor."I like holding you though... It feels comfortable." Without thinking he slid his hands through Victor's hair. "And it makes you relaxed and happy. I'm supposed to keep you happy when he isn't around, those were his orders." He grinned, looking down at Victor as the two of them giggled. "But I will miss our moments like this..." He turned redder but didn't look back up.

"Me too." Victor confessed, his heart pounding as he pressed his lips to John's cheek. He watched as John turned even more violently red. That was the most Victor had ever done to him. It had all started harmlessly, when John kissed Victor's forehead a month ago while Victor had a nasty cold. Victor had returned the sentiment with a chaste kiss on the cheek, which he sometimes repeated when he had the confidence that Sherlock wasn't hiding somewhere nearby. Victor found himself lingering over John's lips again, desperate to know what they would feel like against his own but that would be too far. "I seriously may have to call you and Sherlock to come sleep in my flat with me the first few nights." He whispered rubbing his nose into John's neck and finally wrapping his arms around him. "I'm not used to sleeping alone anymore." He could feel John blushing still and he giggled as his mind drifted through his memories. "Do you remember the night Sherlock didn't come home from that fungus murder case until almost dawn? When you and I spent the night together, just laying in bed in our pajama's talking until we passed out. I'll miss that." He admitted. John blushed and his heart fluttered. He instinctively tightened his arms around Victor. He remembered that night well, it was the first case he and Sherlock had taken after Sherlock's relapse. Sherlock had of course taken off to do experiments at St. Bart's, telling John dismissively he didn't need his help he could go home.
"I do. It was the first time I didn't have a nightmare without him around." He admitted in a soft voice, nuzzling closer to Victor. The two were rather like cats, craning for each other's warmth."I know I will come stay at least but I am sure he will too. Whenever you need either of us we will be there." He closed his eyes enjoying Victor's scent and warmth. He blushed more but sighed happily, Sherlock could be angry with him as much as he liked. But John needed this. He needed someone who would let him touch them for long periods of time, someone who would let him pull them close and hug them, someone who was softer around the edges. Victor lifted his head feeling particularly bold because of John's actions and checked to make sure he didn't hear Sherlock coming up the stairs. He smiled at the silence and pushed his away into John's lap like a puppy. He'd done it a few times before because he liked being close to John as possible. He knew that it might cause a problem if Sherlock ever came in and caught them but he fancied himself smart enough to be sure that didn't happen. Besides being held made him feel safe and relaxed and John was the only one of the two who seemed to like to hold him for long periods of time. He'd tried several times to cuddle with Sherlock but he'd just been met with rejection.

"I hope you don't mind me being this close." He whispered and he honestly meant it. Usually he didn't get this close but he knew that soon they wouldn't be able to do this.

"You know I don't mind, you also know that I will face the storm if it comes. Sherlock should at least be smart enough to understand that I'm his, but he doesn't cuddle." John confessed softly, blushing. He held Victor close settling back so the two of them were comfortable. "We have both wanted to be close like this again for awhile, I don't think we've sat like this since you had that cold." He pulled Victor down so his head rested on his chest, sort of like a child, leaning his own head down on top of his as they cuddled together. John sighed happily, letting his eyes flutter closed and fighting the pang that this might be one of the last times they could do this. "I'm so glad I met you Victor. You really have changed my life."

"I'm glad I met you too." Victor whispered, one of his hands moving up to play with John's hair that was almost as nice as Sherlock's. Victor felt that same thrill of danger in his chest. He knew he was pushing his limits, usually he only asked John for one type of contact - today he wanted them all. "You made me better, you and Sherlock both. But you really helped me. You cared about every little detail. Like the night I was having that awful withdrawal, Sherlock was off at Saint Bart's working on something but you, you stayed right here and held me through it. Even facing his wrath when he came home angry you hadn't answered his texts." He smiled fondly at the memory. "It was awful but you made it all seem so much better. Just like I'm sure you did for him." He nuzzled his face into John's chest, trying to memorize the way he smelled. John shuddered and sighed softly surprised by the nose against his shirt and the fingers in his hair. He'd come to truly love either of them touching his hair and scalp, sometimes it made him feel like a puppy who was getting his head scratched in praise but it always made him melt. He tightened his arms around Victor a little more, sighing contentedly again as he breathed in that somewhat spicy smell Victor carried.
"I couldn't watch you hurt like that. Those withdrawals were how I learned how important touch was for you. That was when I first talked to Sherlock about this. When he encouraged me to start giving you more hugs. It made me happy to be the one to help you. I... I love holding you." He barely breathed the words, blushing more. "I always have. Since I first touched your arm and felt you relax, even though you pulled away." Victor closed his eyes, trying to keep himself from tearing up at the thought of never getting to do this again.

"Yea, I remember him telling you to give me all the hugs he never had." Victor sighed a tear falling. "Sherlock never liked holding me. He likes to be the focus of attention, to be the one being held - whenever he finally decides that's okay. Every time I tried to get him to hold me he'd get bored after a few minutes." Victor chuckled, "Which is fine, he wouldn't be him if he didn't get bored." He continued to run his fingers through John's hair, his lips moving to his cheek once again. "I love being held by you." He confessed, fearing that saying that was too much to admit. "I really do John and I have no idea how I am going to go on without it." John sighed softly, biting his lip. Victor watched the motion closely, his eyes focused on John's face.

"I wish I didn't have to give this up." He whispered, clenching his eyes shut. "Sometimes when he is in case mode this was the only thing that kept me sane. When he would shout at and berate me because I needed him to show me even a little affection but he was so gone in his mind... There you were..." He blushed and kissed Victor's forehead before nuzzling his head against his hair. They were effectively curled into a Victor and John ball.

"Call me. Whenever he gets like that just call me and I'll be right here to keep you sane." Victor swore, his arms wrapping back around John and holding him tightly. "I will always be here for you, John. Whenever you need me. It's not nearly enough to repay you for what you've done for me." He kissed his neck once, well aware that that was going too far. But just for the moment he didn't care. He wasn't even sure John would notice. "You've taken care of me so much, I want to do it for you too."

"I will," He whispered. His hand running through Victor's hair again. He shivered at the kiss and blushed furiously. He had never been kissed there by anyone else, it made him swallow hard. Well he'd have to mention that to Sherlock... That would be problematic. He nuzzled his nose in his hair, to hide his thoughts. "You do more for me than you know." He whispered again. "So much more."

"Don't say things like that, John." Victor said with a giggle, a bright blush on his cheeks. "When you say things like that it really makes me want to kiss you. Which we both know I can't do because I don't want to betray Sherlock. This he would understand, but that..." Victor explained as he rubbed their noses together, he stopped when he saw that John was tensing a bit with worry. He resolved himself to start behaving again. "I would though if I knew he wouldn't mind... I would kiss you in a heartbeat." He confessed, his heart pounding in his chest. This was too much, he was baiting John into a place that threatened to crush both of their emotions. But he had to say it at least once. He needed John to know that all of this had pushed his feelings beyond simply needing someone to cuddle with. John turned very red and loosened his arms, looking away shyly. He'd begun to suspect that Victor felt that way, and if he was honest he'd considered it on more than one occassion himself - but he didn't could never let himself explore anything with Victor because he loved Sherlock. Sherlock was his soul and he wouldn't do anything to truly compromise that. He coughed slightly and blushed more.
"Oh lord, he would kill us both just for having considered it. We can't... But... I'm glad to know you care that much." He put his head on Victor's shoulder to stop himself from the train of thought banging around his head. Victor was a crush, Sherlock was his soul mate. "Well we do like to live dangerously and madly don't we?" He smiled, his hands never leaving Victor. Victor chuckled and nodded.

"We do." The rejection didn't hurt, he knew they couldn't and they both understood why they couldn't. They both knew how Sherlock felt about Victor, though Sherlock had taken to flirting with him a bit more recently, but there was no love there. It would hurt Sherlock if he thought that he was not the center of John's world, which he absolutely was. "I think that's just the type people Sherlock attracts. Dangerous mad people." He moved his hands to John's hair again and started to play with it, returning to their established rules so John could relax again. "Being with him gives us that thrill we need and love so much." John sighed again and sort of melted into their mutual embrace. It was heaven when Sherlock touched him but Victor was right, it wasn't the same as this. He gently ran one hand over Victor's back, the other curling against his chest as they held each other.
"It's true. He does attract us." He felt guilty rejecting Victor so hard, so he thought he should offer a confession. "You... You should know you aren't the only one whose thought about it... We just can't..." He whispered in a tiny voice, wanting Victor to know his feelings weren't isolated but being firm about that boundary. He fancied Victor but he could never love him like he loved Sherlock. "This is nice..." Victor smiled fondly.

"I know, John." He whispered, his voice reassuring. "I understand. You're speaking to a person who understands what not wanting to hurt Sherlock feels like." He rubbed John's back in soothing circles still smiling because of how relaxed he felt. "If you want I can ask him when he gets home. If you really want to. Just one kiss. If he says, yes. Would you?" He asked curiously because some strange part of him felt like Sherlock would agree to just one kiss. Victor's eyes were full of mischief and John felt his heart skip a beat. He turned a deeper red and simply nodded because he couldn't speak. Part of him worried Sherlock would be angry and the other part switched between excitement and desperation for that kiss and the thought 'what if one wasn't enough?' John was not ashamed of his feelings, they had come naturally, but it still surprised him. Sherlock had teased him many nights, the two of them lying in a sweaty heap. John left utterly boneless by the intensity of Sherlock's love and Sherlock darkly teasing him for having a 'little boys' crush' on Victor.
"Yes, I would. If he doesn't kill us for cuddling without him." He chuckled softly, his hand found its way back into Victor's hair, caressing it gently.

"I don't think he'll kill us," Victor assured John with a chuckle. "I think he'll just get between us and demand we pay attention to how brilliant he is." Victor ended up giggling at the thought because Sherlock would most definitely do that. "He pouts if we don't pay attention to him, have you realized that?"

"Ages ago." John giggled and leaned into Victor more. "He does command attention though. Remember when we were watching that movie and he kept standing in front of the telly, telling us how the movie was so completely wrong and why?" He giggled more. "I watched your face then and I realized I would never meet anyone who understood me the way you can. You will always be in my life and I, in yours."

"You're so sweet, John." Victor said, his cheeks flushing more. He kissed his cheek once more and then gazed into his eyes. "I hope he lets me kiss you." He whispered and almost as if Sherlock had planned it he swept up the stairs and into the door before they even had time to separate. "Sherlock!" Victor shouted in surprise, quickly trying to move away from John and falling on the floor with a thud as he did. He ended up laughing at the sight Sherlock looking at him as if he had lost his mind. Sherlock however had a small smirk on his face as he looked over the two of them.

Finally...

"Don't stop on my account, you two," He said with that familiar pout that he would never admit was pout. He helped a giggling Victor up before looking to John. John expected some sort of anger or jealousy but instead he was met with the annoyed look he got when Sherlock realized John had not kept up with him on a lead. "When did you come here? I asked you an hour ago to give me your wallet." When John explained he had been here for at least two hours. Sherlock raised his eye brows and pulled the wallet out his pocket. "Well, I guess I just mugged someone by accident then." He muttered. "I must have scared them to death when I demanded that they give me their wallet." He chuckled. John giggled but was very, very red. He looked up at Sherlock before standing. He walked over and slowly pulled Sherlock's coat off his shoulders, checking him over as he did.
"You left me on the street outside the crime scene. By the time Greg let me through you were gone, love." He spoke softly because he was worried Sherlock would be angry and he was sad at having him embrace with Victor interrupted so suddenly. He pulled back from Sherlock and turned to back to Victor. "It's not the first time you've done this, we can return the wallet tomorrow. Victor are you alright?" John walked over to make sure he handy scratched anything.

"I'm okay." Victor assured him with a smile. "Let me see that wallet." He said snatching it from Sherlock to see who it belonged to. "Aw, Sherlock you nicked this off a seventeen year old girl name Katy." He laughed and put the wallet on the counter. "Poor girl." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"She'll get over it." He looked to John with a bit of a frown. "I'm sorry I left you, I could have sworn you were with me most of the time. I was talking to you the entire time. I kept wondering why you were being so quiet." Victor snorted from kitchen. "Shut up." He ordered playfully.

"It's alright, I figured you would either come home or text when you noticed." John didn't move to hug Sherlock because they still hadn't completely determined the 'case' rules of their relationship. But he tried to make it clear he was interested in contact if Sherlock was open to it. "Victor has good news." He said loudly.

"No, Victor does not." He said just as loudly as he came from the kitchen holding a glass of wine. "Not until I know Sherly is out of his case mode." Sherlock sighed grabbing the wine from him and taking a sip.

"I solved the case, no thanks to either of you." He said and he handed the wine back. "So whatever 'case mode' is, I'm out of it." He wrapped his arms around John and kissed the top of his head, hugging him close.

"Good, then I can tell you." Victor said as he moved to sit on the couch again. He was about to give Sherlock the good news when the genius himself beat him to the punch.

"You talked to your father and he gave you job. You also had dinner with him, at your favorite fine dining establishment." Victor pouted.

"How the hell did you- Fuck, I don't even want to know how you got all that. And it was my Mum too, you git." He teased and Sherlock muttered a curse under his breath.

"Always something." He hissed but he let go of John to move to sit next to him. "I'm happy for you, I really am. I'm very proud of you too." He wrapped his arms around Victor and hugged him tightly. John giggled as the two of them bickered but still sort of looked like a school boy caught at something he knew he shouldn't have been doing.
"He has really done amazing." John praised Victor. "You both have."

"I haven't done anything." Sherlock said dismissively and he chuckled at how guilty John looked. It was adorable, like a little boy who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "John, you can stop looking like that. You were just hugging. I don't mind... Although I do wish I could have joined you two before you split up." Sherlock leaned back on the couch and Victor took that as invitation to wrap his arms around Sherlock. "After all you two have cuddled before."

"I want to ask you something important,'" he whispered in his ear and Sherlock hummed with a grin.

"That is never good." He muttered and Victor giggled.

"I wanted to ask you is it okay if John and I kiss. Just once." Without any hesitation, Sherlock nodded. John's eyes went wide and he blushed deep red. He coughed slightly and moved forward to join them on the couch. He had not expected Victor to just ask the very next time the two of them saw Sherlock and he certainly didn't expect Sherlock's response.

"Go right ahead." He said with a simple shrug wondering why they were even asking him. "You two are adults. I know you two have a physical attraction towards each other. I'm not going to tell you that you shouldn't be exploring just because of me. After all the two of you relish that sentimental contact that I can barely stomach."
"How long have you known, Sherlock?" John asked Sherlock quietly, but with a hint of annoyance. "Don't say you didn't. You have that smirk you get when something has been utterly confirmed for you. So out with it. How long have you been enjoying our guilt?" He was still red but wrapped around Sherlock so his hands enveloped both of the other men. He met Victor's eyes briefly and knew that the allowed kiss was going to be one hell of one. He also had a sudden suspicion that Sherlock intended to witness the kiss. He smiled broadly, letting Victor choose when and where he wanted it.

"From the beginning, in fact probably before the two of you noticed." He said smugly. "You poor lovely idiots. Half of the time I left you alone on purpose just to see how guilty you would be when I got back." He chuckled and Victor pinched his arm.

"Bad, Sherly." He scolded playfully and Sherlock only giggled.

"Hey, I'm letting you kiss my future husband. You should be nice to me." He whispered and Victor smiled at him wickedly but pouted.

"Sherlock, you will be the death of me. You git, you like me being guilty?" He teased, laughing slightly. Sherlock chuckled softly.

"Do we have to do it now?" Victor asked quietly. He want to be alone with John so they had time to do this exploring Sherlock was talking about.

"You're allowed to kiss as much as you want for tonight but I get to watch to make sure clothes stay on." John suddenly had a feeling like he missed some secret conversation. He was a whole mix of feelings which consented to reveal themselves as a deep crimson blush. When Victor when to protest he narrowed his eyes. "I trust John." He said meaningfully. John however was all nerves and confusion and happiness. He fiddled with the collar of Sherlock's shirt, giving himself away far too easily. He then laughed.

"Wait, just wait a minute... This isn't going to turn into some sort of competition about which of you is a better kisser is it? Because I might have to lock myself in the bathroom for safety." He giggled but blushed again.

You're in trouble John Watson and you love it.

"I would never do that," Sherlock said, saying that very dramatically. "I am much better than that, I can't believe you." He gasped and Victor hit him on the chest playfully to make him stop and grab his attention.

"Thank you, Sherlock." He said, sincerely as he moved to stand but Sherlock kept him in place.

"Oh no you don't. You sit right here." He ordered as he patted his lap. "I want to make sure you don't get too close." He said with wicked grin.

"You fucking git, you're enjoying this aren't you?" Victor asked.

"Very much so." Sherlock chuckled.

"He wants to watch. Don't let him fool you." John blushed as he teased. He was watching both of them closely, completely enthralled by the moment. He searched Sherlock's face, expecting to find disappointment but surprised not to. Not what he saw in that clever face was excitement, thrill, and something darker that he couldn't quite read. He let one hand card through Sherlock's hair.

"No, no, John. This isn't about me." Sherlock said with a giggle as he pulled away from John's touch. "Touch, Victor. I know you want to." He said with a smirk as Victor moved to sit in his lap.

"I wanted to be alone with him," Victor told Sherlock who gave one flat laugh.

"Not going to happen. You two are like teenagers, especially you. I need to supervise you." John laughed and blushed but with Sherlock's encouragement grew a little bolder, reaching out to gently cradle Victor's cheek, something he hadn't done before. His thumb sliding gently over the soft skin.
"He'll get bored if we keep arguing." He said softly, smiling wide.

"If you don't shut up and just do it, yes I will." Sherlock chuckled. He watched with rapt attention as John gave in to the bodily sensation and the moment, smirking as he did. Victor leaned into John's touch humming at the way it made him feel warm and alive. "Oh, I think he likes it, John." Sherlock whispered dramatically and when John rolled his eyes he knew he needed to stop or he wouldn't be allowed to watch anymore. "Okay, I'll be quiet, I promise." Victor leaned closer to John smirking just a bit.

"Come on, John, kiss me." He urged and once their lips actually collided it took the breath away from him. John groaned breathlessly. That command had almost made him melt. Sherlock smirked because he knew Victor was not aware of John's submissive nature. He knew Victor had no idea how the words he'd just said had set the perfect stage for Sherlock's plans. The words rolled through John's mind and he moaned softly, his other hand slowly sliding up into Victor's hair.

Christ... It felt good.

So different than Sherlock's kisses, a completely different creature in and of itself. His tongue darted out to taste more of Victor, to memorize him. Victor opened his mouth very willing letting John do whatever he wanted with that perfect tongue. Sherlock watched in awe, his breath tightening in his chest as he saw how John so lovingly explored Sherlock's former lover. Victor tried to climb off Sherlock's lap to get closer to John, but Sherlock wasn't very keen on that idea. He gripped Victor's thighs tightly, a warning that he couldn't get any closer to John than this. He didn't want Victor to do anything to John. No, John was his to touch and use. But John was more than welcome to do anything he wanted to Victor. Those were the rules. John could touch and use but Victor could not. It briefly occurred to him that he probably should have told them that.

"You're a git," Victor hissed to Sherlock who only chuckled. John simply looked to be in shock, which made Sherlock smirk.

"Play nice, Victor or this will stop." He said softly before gently pushing John's mouth towards Victor's again. John grunted and opened his eyes to look at Sherlock, he blushed. Sherlock was enjoying this. He was enjoying watching the two men that had started feeling things for each other because of him, explore those sensations. He let his mouth meet Victor's again, scooting closer as he did. His tongue searching the entire expanse of Victor's mouth as he kissed him. He pulled Victor's head down making the kiss a bit stronger as the need to touch Victor rushed through him. He felt his breath becoming more rapid and he knew he needed to stop or he was going to lose himself in the pure electric of the kiss, the feeling of Sherlock's possessiveness growing beside him, and the utter mind numbing pleasure of it. But he couldn't pull away. Victor moaned into John's mouth as the kiss got deeper and his body got hotter, this wasn't fair. He would need more than just kisses, he wanted John. This wouldn't satisfy him for long. He was sure that Sherlock wouldn't allow that to happen but then he felt something pushing into his leg and he pulled away from John's mouth with a giggle. Poor John was left looking bruised from the kisses and thoroughly debauched.

"My, my, Mr. Holmes is that a gun in your pocket or are you getting off on this?" Victor asked leaning towards him.

"No gun." Sherlock answered simply their mouths almost touching. Victor smiled, so it was true.

"You like watching your boys enjoy each other?" Victor asked and Sherlock suddenly very breathless, nodded. John could only watch at the two of them stared at each other, both panting with desire.

Christ... How long had Sherlock been waiting for this?

John whimpered slightly, not entirely thrilled to have had his kiss disturbed. He let his hand snake up into Sherlock's hair and tugged it gently, pushing his mouth to Victor's.
"You've wanted this too, haven't you?" He whispered into Sherlock's ear. "That's why you left us alone, so you could punish us when you caught us doing exactly what you wanted us to. Isn't it?" He let go of Sherlock's hair, watching the two of them closely.

"Yes, John." Sherlock answered, not sounding ashamed at all. He actually growled full of lust. He wrapped his arms around Victor and kissed him hard, there was a passion here that wasn't like when they were actually together. Victor could recognize it, it wasn't the false emotion of someone desperate not to be alone - it was the pure raw sexual attraction of a man who wanted what he saw in front of him. It was the pure attraction that had blistered between them but Sherlock had held back from because he wasn't in love with him. Sherlock understood now that being in love with someone was not a requirement for sex, attraction was. And he had that, oh yes he did. Victor was moaning into Sherlock's mouth, his hands gripping his shirt tightly. Out of all the times they had kissed it had never been this heated. Sherlock had usually been so guarded before but now he was finally getting to have him. "I'm not sorry for my behavior either." Sherlock said with a smirk at John, noting how utterly helpless the doctor looked. "You'll have to put me over your knee later." Victor gave a growl.

"Stop talking." He begged, locking their lips again. John watched them in a lustful awe, moaning softly as he did. He loved to watch Sherlock give in to desire and this was definitely a thing of beauty. A sort of jealousy purred in his chest and he wanted to struggle with them over kissing the other but he just stayed where he was, somewhat transfixed by what he was seeing.
"Oh God..." He whispered softly, shifting a bit. Sherlock tore his mouth away from Victor making him groan in frustration.

"You're a fucking tease." Victor hissed as he started to ravish Sherlock's neck. Sherlock looked over at John with a knowing grin.

"I know for a fact you don't have a gun your pocket, Dr. Watson." He hummed. "You're enjoying this too? I thought the thought of him touching me drove you insane." He teased as he gave a moan that strictly was to meant to tease John. "Fuck, Victor, yes. Right there." He whimpered, giving John a wicked grin. Yes, it felt wonderful, but whimper worthy? No. Not yet. And Victor knew this too but he kept the act up growling as he lightly kissed Sherlock's ear lobe because he wanted to tease John too. John stood and his look changed, the same sort of look he'd worn when he'd put on his uniform. His breath heaving in his chest.
"Don't make me get out the uniform Sherlock." He growled and let his hand find its way back into Sherlock's hair, tugging gently but with purpose as he attacked the other side of Sherlock's neck. He let one hand reach over and slip under Victor's untucked shirt caressing his back. He growled into Sherlock's neck latching his tongue over the pulse point before biting down and then licking it again. "You want to control this, take it." He challenged Sherlock.

Fuck..

At this point, Sherlock wasn't sure what he wanted. He felt like if he tried hard enough he could have both of these boys doing every little thing he said. Christ, it'd be wonderful too. But Sherlock wasn't sure if he could fight enough to regain control. This felt remarkable. Having both of these gorgeous men ravish his neck made him want to melt and made him want to obey every one of Captain Watson's commands. In the end, he tried to be logical. Which way would he get the most use out of the both of them? Yes, he was being selfish but he didn't care. Logic told him being submissive would get him what he wanted... But the ache in his cock told him if he was desperate enough he could have both of these boys on their knees for him. Then he felt it, he felt John's desire to be commanded. To be punished for having these thoughts. It made him hum in enjoyment.

"What am I hearing about a uniform?" Victor asked, suddenly very intrigued. He pulled off Sherlock's neck clearly looking John over and fantasizing about said uniform.

"Something John likes to think he can make want to be submissive with." Sherlock replied and he moved Victor off his lap. "Sit right there for just one moment, Victor. I want to prove something to my pet here." He growled and without any warning he pushed John onto his back and locked their lips together in a heated kiss. His hand gripping John's erection through his trousers. "You're mine. You're my toy and you're going to behave in front of our delicious guest." He ordered, hissing into his ear before he nibbled on it. John groaned and just dissolved under Sherlock's grip. He moaned and whimpered as Sherlock's voice took on his commanding tone. He didn't even move just whimpering and moaning as Sherlock asserted his dominance over him.
"God yes," he groaned as Sherlock pulled up slightly. "Yes... Master." He flushed bright red, averting his eyes.

"Good boy." Sherlock praised giving him one last kiss and then looking to Victor on the other end of the couch who was wide eyed and clearly aroused. He had no idea they were into this kind of thing. What was more it was shocking considering he always thought Sherlock was the submissive, even in their relationship he'd acted submissive. This however was thrilling, he smirked.

"Do I get to call you that?" He asked breathlessly and Sherlock shook his head.

"No, I'm not your Master. John is." He nodded his head toward John and Victor swallowed hard. "But you both do whatever I say, understand?" He asked as he gripped Victor by the hair.

"Yes," Victor panted as he felt Sherlock lips attack his neck.

"Yes, what?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes, Sir." He whispered. Sherlock bit his neck and Victor moaned. "Yes, Sir." He said loudly his eyes fell on John from across the couch. John was still completely overwhelmed which meant Victor could dominate him. He licked his lips and reached for him but Sherlock pinned his arms above his head.

"No, you don't get to do that. He's mine." Sherlock growled.

"Can't you share?" Victor asked and Sherlock chuckled. John was watching them with wide eyes, desperate for someone to touch him.

"You're lucky I am allowing this." Sherlock pushed Victor into the couch angrily. John whimpered and without thinking slid off the couch and onto all fours, crawling over to the two of them. His head held low. Victor and Sherlock both groaned with desire as they watched him.
"Please Master," he begged Sherlock. He desperately needed to be touched. He needed this. Them. All of it. The arousal in their voices threatening to drown him. "Please give me orders, Master. Please." Sherlock looked over at John with a smirk, his hands running over Victor's body. So it was true, John wanted Sherlock to enjoy this more than he wanted to enjoy it himself.

"You're orders are to strip your own lovely pet." Sherlock pulled away from Victor who whimpered. "Be sure to satisfy him, John. If you don't, I will and I'll make you sit and watch." He warned.

"Why am I anyone's pet?' Victor asked wondering what exactly he would get for misbehaving. "What if I don't want that," He said, crossing his arms and pretending to be stubborn.

"Uncross your arms." John commanded, all the whimpering gone as he stood up the full height. Sherlock groaned deeply as he watched John become the Captain. This was what he wanted, to be in the middle. Commanding and commanded. Oh it was deliciously beautiful. "Listen to me well," John grabbed his hair and put his face close to Victor's so as he spoke their lips brushed. "If you resist my Master's orders or mine, I will tie you down and beg him to fuck me senseless while no one touches you." He grinned as Victor shuddered, John was good. "Uncross. Your. Arms." Victor usually was a bit more determined to fight, but he could tell how deathly serious John was. He swallowed nervously and nodded.

"Sorry, Master." Victor whispered, uncrossing his arms as he was told. Sherlock chuckled from the other end of the couch.

"You're doing wonderful, John." He said, his voice thick with lust. "Now get his clothes off." Victor looked to John, a smirk on his lips.

"Come on, get my clothes off, Doctor Watson. I know how long you've wanted to." He teased.

"Captain." John corrected him as he dug his nails lightly, but warningly into Victor's leg before he slowly started unbuttoning Victor's shirt. He kissed down over Victor's neck, his hand back in Victor's hair as he slowly pushed the shirt down off of his shoulders. "Master, how shall I punish him for disobeying?" John purred lifting up to look at Sherlock, his lips wet with arousal. Sherlock grinned widely. Christ he loved this. He had so much power over the both of them and it was without a doubt one of the best things he had ever experienced. Especially John, he could throw him down and fuck him senseless on the floor of the flat and he would just beg for more...
"Oh, I don't know." Sherlock hummed, moving to slip his own trousers off because of how tight there were becoming. "I would suggested giving him a good spanking but I think he'd just enjoy it." Victor wrapped his arms around, John, aching to be closer to him and Sherlock smirked. "I have already told him you aren't allowed to touch him, Victor." He growled and Victor pouted.

"You two are not fair," Victor spat sounding like a child.

"Fine, John, he wants to act like a child treat him like one. Put him over your knee." He ordered as started to unbutton his own shirt. John deftly removed Victor's remaining clothes and flipped him over his knee, holding his head down with a bit of force on his head. Victor was completely caught off guard and moaned, shifting his hips slightly.
"Master finally gives us this gift and you want to be spoiled, pet..." John said softly before bringing his hand down to smack Victor's arse. He moaned as he felt Victor jerk and he ran his fingers over it to soothe him slightly. "We want to enjoy this Victor, obey me." He commanded. "Ask Master for forgiveness." Victor wasn't trying to be spoiled, he really wasn't. He just wasn't used to having so many restrictions. It would take him a while to learn he needed to obey these rules no matter how foolish he thought they were. But with each smack John brought down on his ass he became desperate for more. His cock was hard and ached, leaking as it hit John's leg when he writhed from the smacks. John smacked and comforted, but the smacks grew harder. Victor bit his lip, hating that he was weak enough to actually give into this.

"Please, forgive me?" He whispered so quietly that Sherlock wasn't sure any proper words came out.

"Again, John." He ordered and Victor yelped when the stinging smack to his ass came again.

"Please, forgive me for being spoiled brat." He said a little louder. Sighing as John pulled him up and kissed him softly. It wasn't as sexually charged as Sherlock, no John kissed him with patience and kindness. Victor was glad John was a bit softer than Sherlock, it was nice to know there was balance. Sherlock was the rough sexually charged one, John was still rough but nowhere near as sexually charged. He was soft and gentle and it made Victor melt into him. He then put him back in the chair.
"I forgive you. Master do you forgive him? May I touch him more please?"

"I forgive him as long he promises to behave," Sherlock said, gazing at Victor who nodded quickly.

"Yes, Sir. I promise." Sherlock gave a hum of approval and looked to John.

"You may touch him but you really should get those clothes off, pet. You're the only one dressed now."

"Yes Master. Forgive me." John said softly as he stood and slowly, knowing it would tease both of them, began to remove his clothes. First his shirt letting it flutter to the ground slowly, then his trousers, and lastly his pants. He almost sighed with relief as the pants came away, his cock aching and hard. He then knelt down and put himself between Victor's knees so their chests just barely brushed together as he kissed him and then began to explore his jaw, neck, and chest with gentle kisses and nips. "God you taste good..." John hummed as he gently worked at Victor's neck before moving just below his collar bone and working at leaving a love bite. Victor gave a gasp of pleasure. It had been years since anyone had touched him like this. He had been touched but not properly, not with loving attention and kindness like this. No one kissed or caressed him like John was doing now, not even Sherlock.

"Oh, John." He moaned, his lips finding John's shoulder to which Sherlock gave a glare. "Sorry, Master." He whispered, moving his lips away as he clutched the couch cushions to keep his hands from wandering. "You're perfect, John. You really are. Please don't stop." John hummed in satisfaction and continued working, alert for Sherlock's command to tell him to stop. He moaned loudly as he continued down, lathing attention over every inch of skin slowly and with purpose. It was utterly intoxicating. He tasted and moved so differently to Sherlock. It was softer, needier... Another of their shared traits. He enjoyed learning each response as he went so teasingly slow, completely focused.

"Fuck, John, please!" Victor begged and he wasn't even sure what he was asking for. He just wanted this teasing to end. He couldn't take it. He needed more. So much more and apparently these two were going to make him beg for it.
"Oh, John. You've made him squirm enough." Sherlock said with a wicked grin. "Victor, get down on your knees and suck John's cock." He ordered and Victor whimpered. He just wanted to be touched. "Don't pout. You'll enjoy it too." He assured as he got behind Victor and wrapped his arms around him. "I'm going to tell you everything he likes." He whispered in his ear with sly smirk. "Lick the underside of his cock, it's extremely sensitive." Victor shivered but leaned forward to do as he was told. He took John's length into his hand and licked from base to tip, almost moaning himself as he watched John come undone.

"Oh!" John shouted and he stay still but moaned loudly. The look on Sherlock's face and the way Victor was touching him were incredible. He wanted to close his eyes but he knew Sherlock wanted him to watch every minute. He whimpered and moaned both their names, trembling. "Oh Master, he is teasing me. You are making him tease me. Please more!" He begged, not caring how it sounded, his eyes on Victor as he worked. Victor, being a very giving lover tried to do just that. He took John into his mouth but Sherlock pulled him away by his hair.

"What now?" Victor growled and Sherlock gave him a smack on the thigh for snapping at him.

"Don't speak to me that way." He ordered.

"Sorry, Sir." Victor sighed.

"Now, don't go doing that just yet. Show him how well you can tease him first. I want him desperate." He whispered in Victor's ear.

"But...Sir he looks desperate as it is." Sherlock chuckled as he stared to make love bites on Victor's shoulders.

"He can do better than that." John whimpered and clawed the floor, his whole body shaking. He groaned and shivered.
"Please Master! Please Victor!" His breath was shaking in his chest. His body aching with need and he moaned and whimpered more, pleading with both of them. "Master you are tormenting me! Please let him touch me more! Please!"

"Sherlock," Victor said in a pleading voice, his eyes meeting Sherlock's. "You're drunk with power. If you're going to be in control you must be fair about this." He said firmly and Sherlock gave him a smirk.

"It sounds like you want to be in control." He noted and Victor, suddenly feeling a bit bolder nodded.

"I do because someone has to show John a good time and it looks like you just want to be masochist and tease him until he passes out." Sherlock, feeling jealous and honestly a bit pissed off pushed Victor aside.

"You don't know him like I do." He growled. "Take control from me, I dare you." He hissed before he sucked John's entire length into his mouth.

"Sherlock!" John grunted and bucked his hips slightly. He groaned trying to be still. "I'm sorry Master, please don't stop." He pleaded averting his eyes. He was red with both embarrassment at how much he was enjoying this and desperate need. He wanted to touch them but he was completely lost in their battle. "Oh God, please use me!" He begged

Victor may like being gentle and soft but if he was angered he could become just as bad as Sherlock. He knew he could take control. He knew exactly what to do and he would do it because he wanted to be with John too. This was supposed to be fun for them not Sherlock acting like a child. He yanked Sherlock away by the hair and Sherlock whimpered. It wasn't like when John grabbed his hair, this actually hurt.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sherlock shouted, wincing at how hard Victor was tugging on his hair.

"Taking control, Sherly." He muttered as he got down on his knees next to Sherlock, his hand still painfully tightened in Sherlock's hair. "I know what you like too, I didn't before, but I do now. You're just as much of a submissive as John or me. But like me you can get carried away with it all." He forced Sherlock's face into the floor and he groaned. "Are you going to behave?" He asked and Sherlock rolled his eyes. Victor grinned as he gave a hard smack to Sherlock's ass which actually made him yelp. "Are you going to behave?" He demanded. Sherlock knowing that Victor really did have the advantage now, gave a pout as he answered.

"Yes, Sir." Victor chuckled and tugged on Sherlock's hair tighter. "Please, please stop. I'll behave!" He begged and Victor finally let his hair go.

"Good boy, now go sit in your chair while I have some fun with John." He ordered. As Sherlock got to his feet he glared at Victor.

"You don't get to touch him," He snapped and Victor quickly grabbed him by the hair again.

"What was that?" Sherlock almost fell to his knees.

"Fuck, okay, I'm sorry." He whimpered and once his hair was released he quickly went to sit in his chair with a pout. Victor turned to John, a smile on his lips as he straddled his lap.

"What do you want me to do, John?" He asked. John whimpered because he wanted this but he was worried about Sherlock. He shivered. He turned to look at Sherlock because no matter how much he wanted Victor, Sherlock was his. He was hugely conflicted.
"Please... Don't hurt each other..." He asked in a small voice. Feeling guilty. "I want you both to use me. Please don't fight..."

"We're not fighting," Sherlock said even though the pout on his face proved how pissed off he was about the whole thing. "Well, not anymore. He won." Victor grinned and looked back to John, insanely proud of himself.

"Don't worry he'll get his turn, eventually. Right now I want you to myself." Victor whispered, his hands in John's hair again. "Don't you remember? On the couch, we wanted to do this. We wanted to be alone." Victor brushed their lips together gently and Sherlock rolled his eyes. His head was still sore. If it wasn't he would try to gain control back, he growled softly as he watched them. Well, maybe he didn't need to. Maybe he could have John do it for him. He knew no matter how much John had fantasized about this moment he would stop in an instant if he asked him to.

"John, I'd just like to point out you can turn him into a whimpering fool if you don't like me sitting all the way over here by myself." John groaned, the feel of Victor's mouth on his momentarily short circuited his brain. He pulled Victor down into a heated kiss, letting his tongue slip into Victor's mouth. He waited until Victor melted into the kiss and he positioned his foot and flipped them. His face dark.
"You two are behaving like spoiled children." He said suddenly, pinning Victor hard but biting and kissing over his neck and chest, using his hips to keep Victor pinned. "Sherlock come here." He growled motioning to a spot on the floor next to Victor, his hand in Victor's hair as he bucked his hips against Victor once causing their aching lengths to brush together. He tilted Victor's head and attacked his neck, growling. "If you two want to pout and tease I will show you how dominant I can be." Sherlock was actually surprised when John started to give him orders. That wasn't exactly his plan.

"Am I supposed to just sit here?" He asked sounding bored, as he watched John make Victor moan and gasp like this was the best thing in the world. He did enjoy watching them. He was simply annoyed he wasn't getting to touch or kiss anyone yet. Not to mention he hated not being the center of their attention like he usually was.

"Shut up, Sherlock." Victor said his voice breathless as he tried to rock his hips with John's. John got up and he pulled Victor with him, holding him a roughly by the back of the neck. The submissive was gone again and this was more commanding than even Sherlock had seen him. He wasn't going to put up with this. He walked him over to the couch, not giving him an inch to resist and forced him to straddle Sherlock so their cocks touched and they were barely an inch from each other. He wound his hand, more gently than Victor had, but with force in Sherlock's hair and used both grips to maintain his control.
"The two of you are going to sit here, just like this, until you can admit that you are behaving like children. Because it's got nothing to do with me. The two of you desperately want to show up the other using me, because you both want to fuck each other senseless. Don't argue." He snapped when Sherlock moved to protest. "I know you both well enough now. You're jealous Sherlock because Victor's attentions are on me. So you are denying him what he wants. He violently took control because your attention is mine. I'm not stupid and if either of you wants to fuck me at all you will own your feelings. Or else I'll go have a wank and lock myself in the bedroom all night." He was very serious, his voice pure authority. It was even more controlling than before when he and Sherlock had broken the table. "I won't be the battleground for selfish children. You want me, prove it by owning yourself first."

Victor frowned while John was scolding them like the children they were. He hated it, how very right John was about all of it. He realized what he had done and how he had likely hurt John by doing it. His cheeks started to flush with embarrassment and he tried to look away from Sherlock so he could apologize but John yanked his head back up. He whimpered and closed his eyes before speaking.

"I'm sorry. I'm behaving like a spoiled child." Victor whispered. Sherlock nodded and looked to John with a smile.

"Is that enough? Can we carry on now?" He asked, honestly not realizing how childish and stubborn he was being.

"I apologized! So should you!" Victor snapped.

"I didn't do anything wrong, you're the one who pulled my hair so hard."

"Wrong." John growled in Sherlock's ear, knowing how much just that word would drive him mad. "You dangled me in front of him and then imposed insane rules about what he could do. You both are being foolish but at least Victor is being man enough to admit it." He rewarded Victor with a deeply passionate kiss before pulling away. "You want him. You have for a long time. Come on love," John coaxed Sherlock, whispering in his ear commandingly. "Admit it and apologize. You've hurt my feelings too." Wrong? No. He could never be wrong. He was never wrong. But he had to concede the point because John was proving how he was indeed wrong whether he wanted to admit it or not. And then he even rewarded Victor with a kiss that made him absolutely jealous. He did want Victor. Badly. But he didn't see why he had to admit it. Once he heard that he hurt John's feelings he frowned. Now that he couldn't stand.

"I'm sorry. I'm acting like a child." He muttered and they just looked at him, expecting him to continue. "Don't make me say it. Can't I just show how much I want him?" He asked, wrapping his arms around Victor.

"Only if you're going to stop being so selfish." John said softly and he let go of both of them, standing back some. "You two can be bloody idiots. But you've wanted each other long before I came into the picture and using me to prove that to each other is not fair to any of us. So, since you don't want to use your words - show me your actions." He said it softly, still commanding them though he couldn't stop a portion of his emotion from showing. It hurt him that the two of them had put him in the middle, had tried to use him to hurt the other. It was almost crushing, but their apologies were helping. "Go on then." He motioned to them. Sherlock looked to Victor, his face blank. He did want him. And he honestly felt bad for what he had done because it had hurt John and possibly Victor.

"I want you, I should have just said that." He whispered making sure only Victor heard. It was embarrassing to admit after his behavior. Victor smiled wrapping his arms around Sherlock as well.

"I know you idiot. You and I have always had problems expressing our feelings." He moved his lips to Sherlock's and at first he stiffened. This was different. It wasn't John and it almost made him want to pull away but he tried to remember he used to enjoy this. Once he reminded himself that he did enjoy kissing Victor he sank into the moment, his desire rocketing through him anew.

"Move your hips." He whispered against Victor's lips. He obliged and slowly began rubbing their cocks together. "Oh, Sherlock." Victor moaned and Sherlock locked their lips together again. John smiled some, watching them. He stepped back towards them and let his hands run through their hair as he bent over to press hot kisses against Sherlock's neck for a long time before kissing Victor's neck.
"You two look incredible, that's it..." He coaxed. "Give in to it Sherlock." He growled with lust and moved to nibble his ear, whispering. "It's okay, I love you. You haven't disappointed anyone. It's okay to want this and take it." He whispered it very low so only Sherlock could hear the words. Sherlock turned his face away from Victor's just so he could lock eyes with John for a moment. He wanted him too. So badly. He wanted them both at the same time.

"John," he said, but it came out as moan because their hips were moving faster. "I want you both." He said in a pleading voice but his moved his lips back to Victor's desperate for more. He moaned into his mouth as Victor brought his hands to his hair, playing with it gently as they rocked against each other. John groaned, he wanted to be touched. This was bloody torture. He retreated to the bedroom for a moment, returning with the bottle of lubricant and making sure the doors were locked. He then came back over to them, setting the bottle down.

"Victor, wait a moment please..." John whispered and moved them so that he could get under Sherlock. He pulled Sherlock back down to sit in his lap, his erection pressing into Sherlock's back and he moaned. His legs spread wide to encompass Sherlock's body between them. He pulled Victor's hand, so he came back down and he and Sherlock could continue their earlier actions. Meanwhile John nibbled on Sherlock's neck and kept his eyes focused hard on Victor. He wrapped his hand around their cocks, making them brush each other harder. "You two are fucking gorgeous." Victor blushed at the compliment, still not used to hearing such things.

"Thank you, John." He panted and Sherlock feeling particularity generous, grabbed Victor by the neck and pulled him closer to John.

"You want him too." He whispered to the both of them because he knew that they were all to focused on one person at a time. He moaned as he felt John's hand wrap around their erections. He turned his head so he could watch his lovers kiss. "You're both perfect," He purred before he started to kiss at Victor's neck. John groaned loudly as he and Victor kissed again. At lot of dangerous things were blooming in his mind and stomach but he ignored them in favor of feeling Sherlock moving against Victor. He slowly broke the kiss off and smirked.

"God you two... Someone touch me, please..." John begged, groaning as he greedily pulled Victor's mouth back to his own, his hand sliding over the two of them and enjoying the pulses sparking through them under his hand. Sherlock groaned this was not the proper position to be in so they got to truly enjoy each other.

"Victor, get up for one moment." He ordered and Victor obeyed without question.

"Now what?" Victor asked.

"Now, grab that lube and you lead the way to the bedroom." He said with a grin as he picked John up into his arms without warning.

"I want to be carried," Victor said with a chuckle as he started to walk toward Sherlock and John's bedroom, the lube in hand.

"Later." Sherlock grunted because he had never had much upper body strength. When they entered the bedroom he sat John down on the bed and kissed him passionately. "I love you," He whispered before he turned to Victor. He lifted him up and dropped him onto the bed. "Now, let's figure out a way we can all enjoy this." Sherlock thought for a moment and then he smirked. "John, would you like to be inside, Victor?" He asked as he crawled onto the bed. "While, I'm inside you." John's brain had short circuited somewhere back in the living room and he simply gaped at Sherlock for a long moment. He turned a few different shades of red and licked his lips with desire before he was finally able to find words again.

"Oh God yes." He groaned, trembling with anticipation. "If that's what you two want..."

"I can promise you that's what I want." Victor said with a bright grin.

"And it's exactly what I want." Sherlock purred as he moved behind John and wrapped his arms around him. "I only ever want you inside me," he whispered in his ear. "Just you, I belong to you." He kissed his neck, biting just a bit because he couldn't resist. "But Victor, now, he belongs to the both of us, and I suggest we show him a good time."

"Yes, please show me a good time." Victor said as he moved closer to them, he brought his lips to the other side of John's neck and kissed a bit softer than Sherlock was. John groaned and almost melted between them, clutching at them both. He whimpered and moaned, clawing at whatever part of them the two of them he could reach.

"Oh please... Please Sherlock... Victor..." He whimpered, reaching out to wrap a hand around both of their aching lengths and stroke them. Sherlock moaned, his head thrown back while Victor let out a soft moan as his head dropped to John's shoulder.

"Don't stop." He whimpered, so desperate to be touched.

"Victor he can touch you in a moment move to the side for a second." Sherlock ordered and Victor sighed and moved to the edge of the bed. Sherlock grabbed the lube and poured some into his hand before rubbing John's cock stroking it as he nibbled on his ear. "Now I want you to go and shag him, pet." He ordered, the smirk clear in his voice. "I want to watch just for a little bit then I promise I'll join in." He moved his hand away and gently pushed John forward. "Go get him, Tiger." John grunted and hesitated only a moment before he was all over Victor in a flurry of hands and mouths. He kissed him, slicking a bit of lube off himself and gently reaching down to toy with Victor's ass, pushing a finger against the opening while kissing him fervently. He moaned loud and growled softly, using every movement of his body to bring pleasure and comfort to Victor and to entice his lover to not stay away too long.
"God I can't wait to be strung up between you two." He panted attacking Victor's neck before slowly, gently adding a second finger. Wanting to be sure Victor was ready for him.

"John!" Victor moaned not able to stop himself once he felt the doctor's fingers inside him. It had been years since anyone had touched him there, and never so gently. He winced when he pulled his fingers out, but only because how badly it stretched him. Sherlock crawled over to the pair laying to the side of them, turning Victor's face, running his fingers through his hair while kissing his lips.

"He's wonderful isn't he?" Sherlock said with a smirk against Victor's lips.

"Oh he's fucking fantastic." Victor panted.

"So gentle and caring." Sherlock hummed, as he met John's eyes. "Absolutely perfect." John went slowly, moaning softly. He was desperate to make sure Victor felt amazing.

"God you're so tight. God Victor... Do you want me?" John begged, kissing both of them in turn.

"Yes, please!" Victor cried into Sherlock's mouth. He tore his mouth away from to look at John with lust filled eyes. "Please, John. I've thought about it for so long." Sherlock grinned and started to kiss Victor again.

"You've been thinking about my fiancé fucking you?" He asked sounding aroused and yet teasing. "You cheeky thing, Victor." He took his lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it while Victor groaned. John growled and shivered with desire. Victor wanted him... And he hadn't realized... Oh they had been playing with fire hadn't they? He grabbed Victor away from Sherlock, pushing him on his back he put himself between Victor's legs, slowly pushing himself against and then into him. He almost shouted once he was buried to the hilt, just pausing for a minute and shaking. Sherlock groaned watching John push his way into Victor, he couldn't wait to pin John's body between them.
"Oh fuck you are tight." John moaned. "You naughty boy, fantasizing about me..." He leaned down and bit and kissed over Victors neck and jaw, moving so that Sherlock could use his body however he wanted. Victor did shout at first it had been a shot of pain but melted into pleasure. He clutched the sheets to find relief as John pressed into him.

"I couldn't help myself." Victor explained as John started to ravish his neck and jaw. "I couldn't stop myself from imagining you coming into the shower and just shagging me." He moaned and Sherlock gave a moan of his own as he watched the scene play out, a hand on his length. Sherlock enjoyed this, tormenting the two of them with their guilt. Victor was blushing and Sherlock wanted to see John flushed too.

"Have you ever thought about his body, John? Have you ever thought about fucking him?" John blushed but he knew he couldn't lie.

"Yes." He admitted, blushing a bit more. "I thought about this, about the three of us... And I thought about just him and I." He groaned, pushing slowly in and out of Victor. "I would imagine him sneaking in when you were at the lab and fucking me senseless. Sometimes you would find us and punish us..." He started moving a bit more, grunting. "Oh God this is... Sherlock please..." He whimpered before kissing Victor hard. "I meant it when I said I want you two to use me. Please..." Sherlock couldn't take anymore, sitting by and watching wasn't satisfying his desires. He wanted to see John come completely apart, to watch Victor dissolve. He moved behind John and started to kiss down his back.

"Are you sure you're ready for this, John?" He purred as he grabbed the lube and poured some onto his fingers. "You've never done anything like this before." He pointed out with a chuckle as he started to press his fingers into John.

"None of us have, Sherlock." Victor added in a breathless laugh, groaning as John pressed hard into him at the sensation of Sherlock's touch.

"Who can possibly be ready for anything with you, you fucking gorgeous bastard?" John groaned his words were rough but the meaning was kind and affectionate. He panted and yanked Sherlock close so he could kiss him, pouring his love and desire into the kiss. "But I want this far more than any sane man should, so for the love of Christ, fuck me. Pin me between you two like a fucking doll..." He begged pushing his hips hard against Victor again. Victor let out a loud moan, his back arching while Sherlock gripped John's hips and began pressing his length inside him with a low growl.

"Fuck, John." He pushed all the way in, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tightly. "How does it feel?" He panted. Victor moaned once he felt Sherlock moving his hips, thrusting John into him more and more. "How does it feel, John? Is this better than what you dreamed?" John arched up, gasping and moaning. For a long moment he was nothing but growls, moans, and a long string of colorful profanities. Sherlock put a hand in his hair, making him arch his back against the detective's body and biting down firmly on his neck. He shoved his hips into John, shoving him harder into Victor and groaning as they both moaned loudly.
"Oh my God!" John shouted as he shook and groaned, wrapping one arm backwards around Sherlock's neck, pumping his hips back into Sherlock and forward into Victor a few times. "It's fucking incredible. It feels so good. It's like I'm connecting you two. I don't know where any of us end or begin. Christ..." He let go of Sherlock because he couldn't reach him to kiss him and he desperately needed to kiss someone. So he leaned down and attacked Victor, kissing him furiously as his hips started moving between them on their own. Desperate for more. His face was red with lust and he was moaning and growling, completely lost in how the two of them were making him feel. "Fuck me harder Sherlock. Fuck me so hard you are fucking Victor through me." He whimpered. Sherlock couldn't even find a reply. The genius was no longer capable of speaking. All he could do was moan and growl. He sounded like ana animal but he didn't care. This was the most exotic thing he had ever done and the noises coming out of John were like instant lust in his veins. He gripped John's hips tighter, his nails digging into the skin that they would leave bruises as he slammed into John.

"Oh fuck!" Victor moaned, wrapping his arms around John as he felt Sherlock fucking the both of them. "Oh you two are amazing." He panted and then he his mind dropped out as his lips connected with John's again. "Oh... Oh I'm not going to last much longer," He whimpered into his mouth.

"Sherlock!" John shouted against Victor's mouth as he did his best to push back and keep time with Sherlock's thrusts. He was going insane, the blood was boiling in his veins and he was on the edge of an orgasm that promised to utterly destroy him. "Me... Me either..." He panted clawing into Victor's sides gently as he worked, his mouth finding whatever bit of contact it could on his mouth, neck, and chest. He was utterly pinned between the two of them and he was going absolutely insane. Victor saw the look on Sherlock's face and leaned up just slightly, changing the angle at which Sherlock contacted John. The shift gave Sherlock just enough leverage to his that spot and John almost screamed. "Master," He forced out, "Please may I cum?" He whimpered, begging Sherlock for permission to fully give in. Sherlock felt himself lose control, John's desperation unhinging him completely.

"Yes, fuck me, yes. Cum inside Victor!" He growled as he continued to slam into the both of them. He was on the edge of an amazing orgasm as well. It was so achingly close his movements were becoming harder and faster. Then just when he thought he couldn't take anymore he felt John tighten around him. The moans that escaped both of his lovers lips caused him go over the edge with such a powerful orgasm it literally took his breath away. He didn't know how long he stopped breathing but once he started again he gasped and clung to John. His body shaking as he rode out the aftermath. "Oh God. Oh my God." He repeated over and over again, no other words coming into his mind. John and Victor shouted loud as they orgasmed and John just barely stopped himself from collapsing on Victor. He held himself up so Sherlock was braced against him but it was clear he would not be able to hold their weight long. He could not speak or even try form words. He just panted and shook as he stared at Victor. He was boneless and wanted to just fall down, his arms shaking hard.

"Oh... God..." He finally forced out, gasping for breath. Sherlock and Victor recovered , both of them smiling.

"D-Did that just happen?" Victor panted. His mind still fuzzy and his body still tingling. "Did I really just get to do that with you?" He smiled up at John and Sherlock before laughing. "Oh, Christ, that just happened. That really just happened." Sherlock smiled and ended up laughing a bit as well.

"We just had a threesome... I just had a threesome... Well that will prove to my brother that sex doesn't alarm me." He said haughtily as he gently pulled out of John with a bit of wince and then collapsed on the bed next to the pair of them. John managed to move just enough that when he fell he face planted onto the bed instead of on Victor. He chuckled a bit but he was still too breathless to speak fully. He panted and tried to recover, shaking slightly. Sherlock looked victoriously pleased as he watched John trembling.
"Holy fuck..." John forced out. Sherlock chuckled and wrapped his arms around John, kissing his shoulder.

"I take that as evidence you enjoyed it?" He asked and Victor moved closer as well, snaking his arms around John and kissing his nose.

"You were amazing." Victor whispered and there was a lot of emotion behind it. Sherlock watched the two of them curiously. John easily turned his eyes up to Victor's, flushing with pleasure that Victor had enjoyed himself - though he still could not breathe. Sherlock felt a pang of sadness as he realized Victor used to look at him the way he was looking at John. Had his feelings for him faded? "Did you forget how to breathe?" Victor teased, running a hand through John's hair. "It's alright love, take at easy." He said encouragingly. He was being a lot more affectionate than Sherlock usually was and that was causing jealously to rise in Sherlock's chest. He bit his tongue because he knew John didn't want them to fight, this wasn't a competition. He nuzzled John's shoulder with his nose, trying to be affectionate as well. John finally flipped over and slowly wrapped his arms around both of them, holding them close. Letting them both rest on his chest for a moment.
"That was amazing." John whispered. "And yes Victor I did forget for a minute there." He laughed. He kissed the tops of their heads and pulled them closer. "Thank you Sherlock." He whispered, nuzzling his ear. "I love you." He sighed heavily. "I could not have imagined a moment as amazing as this. You both are incredible." Sherlock blushed once he heard those sweet words in his ear. It was just the reminder he needed. He relaxed and cuddled John more, his eyes closing. Victor kissed John's cheek and jaw a few times.

"Thank you, you were amazing too. So were you, Sherly." Victor added, moving a hand to run through that curly hair. Sherlock leaned into the touch with a fond smile.

"I loved this," he began and they all knew there was a 'but' coming after that, "But... I don't think it'd be wise if we ever did it again." John raised an eyebrow and looked squarely at Sherlock. It was clear he expected an explanation to follow.
"I don't know why you would stop something you enjoy, but if that's really how you feel, okay." John let his fingers card through Victor's hair, watching them both in turn. He felt a deep pang of sadness because he knew he wouldn't be able to cuddle with Victor anymore, not because he didn't want to but because the temptation would be too strong. Sherlock felt his cheeks warm at John's logic. Why stop if you enjoy it? That was a very logical answer. His heart began to pound and his mind began to ache as his mind tried to deiced what was right and wrong. He touched his forehead, and closed his eyes with a huff, it was obvious he was a bit scared and frustrated.

"I thought... If two people are getting married they're not supposed to go off and sleep with other people." He insisted but it sounded like he was questioning this. Victor frowned, he had almost forgotten this would have to end after tonight. He didn't want it to. He loved both of these men very much and he couldn't imagine not being with them. At the thought of this being the last time being so close together, he snuggled up next to John and hid his face in his chest.

"I don't want this to end," he confessed.

"Love," John whispered to Sherlock. He tightened his arm around Victor and put his other hand gently on Sherlock's cheek, meeting his eyes. "You are right in most people's view they aren't. But there are some very logical things here for us to continue so long as you care about Victor and want him here. He gives us both things that no matter how hard you and I try, we can never give each other." His words were soft, full of love. "I want to marry you, I want to be with you forever. That hasn't changed. I love you so much it hurts. Victor can make us better. For example you need constant attention and stimulation. You have the cases for that but that beautiful mind of yours crowds out affection, especially in case mode. That's why Victor and I cuddle so much. Because if you started trying to be soft and gentle all the time it would completely ruin the man you are. He knows what it's like to love the greatest man in the world, who burns like the sun and can burn like fire without meaning too. He also knows things about you I never will. You trust him just like you trust me. He was there for you in a time that no one else was. And he is the only one who can truly hold power over you. I can't take that control because I wouldn't know what to do with it. He does. He knows how to talk you out of a corner, how to make you share your heart with me, and how to show you your way in the world. I know that it is because of him you were even able to love me." He sighed, blushing as he did. "So I would be happy to have the world know I was married to the brilliant Sherlock Holmes and to also share our life with Victor for however long he chooses. It's like anything else, we can negotiate rules and plans so no one is forgotten or hurt. But only if you want it. I..." He blushed more and looked away. "I could easily love him as I do you, but I stop myself because first and foremost is you. I never want to hurt you, ever. And I think even though you keep saying you don't... I think over the last few months the beginnings of something have started in you too. So if you're looking for permission from me you have it. You aren't hurting me by having him here. I want you to be happy in every way." Sherlock knew for sure now. John was the one he wanted to be with forever. He knew he wanted to marry him before, but now there wasn't a bone in his body that held any doubt. John loved him so much that he was willing to accept keeping Victor around. They could all be happy like for as long as they wanted. He leaned up and kiss John softly on the lips.

"I love you." He whispered before turning to look to Victor. "As long as you're happy, we can keep doing this. But if you ever want this to stop, you just have to say so." Victor went a bit wide eyed, they were leaving this all up to him?

"I'm very happy. As long as I'm with the both of you, I'm very happy." Sherlock leaned over, kissing his lips just as gently.

"Then we'll do this as much as you like." He assured him. Victor smiled lovingly at Sherlock, running his hand through his hair.

"Just when I think I can predict where you want to go, you surprise me."

"That's the way it will always be too." John blushed more, his gaze on the two of them. His heart pounding rapidly in his chest. "If you two ever need time alone together just tell me. Otherwise I'll assume any time the two of you are pleasantly engaged with each other I am welcome to join in." He grinned before chuckling. "We're mad, all of us. But it's far better to be mad together." He kissed both of them in turn, claiming both of their mouths with deeply tender, loving kisses and holding them both a bit tighter. "Same goes for you Sherlock, if you ever become unhappy just say so. I promise I will too." Sherlock smiled at the both of them. He loved them both. Not equally but he loved them both. They were his boys.

"I still want to be alone with you sometimes." Sherlock whispered to John and Victor smiled fondly.

"Then just tell me and you two can be alone. I don't mind." He kissed Sherlock's nose which caused his cheeks to flush.

"Thank you, Victor." He breathed.

"And if you ever want to be alone with John, just let me know." His fingers moved to play with the dog tags around his neck. He hardly ever took them off anymore. "Can we leave you alone here for just a moment, Victor?" Sherlock asked and Victor, knowing exactly what Sherlock wanted to do, grinned.

"Sure. Just don't take too long." He curled up on his side while Sherlock pulled John out of the bed.

"Put on your robe." He ordered as he slipped his own on. He went into the living room and quickly found his coat on the floor. He retrieved the ring box and held it tightly in his hand. He hoped he had chosen the right ring. "Come on, John. I'm not getting younger." He teased.

John gave Victor another long kiss, his chest purring happily as he found his robe and pulled it on. He followed Sherlock into the living room and before following Sherlock to where he stood he walked over to the couch and dug in his jacket. He pulled out the ring box which he secreted in one hand and silencing his cell phone with the other, before tossing it back on the couch.

"You're so eager today," John grinned and he pulled Sherlock to him tightly, kissing him with a deep heat. "You are incredible and I will never in my life be able to keep up with you but damn I am going to hang on and enjoy the ride." Sherlock chuckled and kissed him once more before pulling away.

"I promise to try to remember to slow down for you." He assured his soon to be husband. "Now, I think I should tell you why I brought you in here." He began, his heart suddenly pounding with nervousness. He took a deep breath and revealed his ring box. He looked at John, trying to study his reaction. He felt relieved once he smiled and Sherlock handed him the ring box and kissed his cheek. "Open it." He whispered and when John did as he was told, the gasp that came from him made Sherlock giggle. "It's gold. I thought gold would look better on you than silver. But what's really special is what's on the inside." He took the ring out of the box and placed it on John's finger. "The longer you leave it on, the word, 'Always' will be imprinted on your finger." He kissed his cheek again, some tears of actual joy coming to his eyes. "Do you like it? Did I make the right choice?" John laughed with joy and kissed Sherlock. It was clever and perfect and totally him.

"It's wonderful. I love it." His breath shook and he opened his hand to reveal the box for Sherlock. "And yes you're wearing it." He blushed, his eyes glassed over. "You won't need to take it off." He opened the box and showed him. It a dark black color, made of a special type of steel so it wouldn't bend. The outside edges were gold and the black middle of the ring rotated. "I thought a purely gold ring would likely get bent while you ran about for cases, so the steel is unbendable. It's a spinner ring, which means you can spin it with one finger while you brood and think... So I thought it might be easier for you to keep it on."

He was nervous like a child, desperately hoping Sherlock would like it. A tear fell as he realized how much this meant for them. How true it all was. Sherlock breath caught in his throat once he actually saw it. It was stunning and beautiful and something only John would be able to pick out. When he finally remember how to break it came out shaking and tears were streaming down his face as he took it with a bright smile.

"You took so much into consideration." He said, his voice cracking a bit as he slid it onto his finger and stared at it. He span it just to see how it would feel and he let out a laugh. Yes, he would spend his days spinning this ring on his finger while he though. He turned his face to John and kissed him as hard as he could through his tears of happiness. "I love it. I love it so much, John. I'll never take it off." John flushed with pleasure and pulled Sherlock close to his body, kissing him and laughing slightly at the stupid tears the two of them were shedding.

"Thank you," He whispered, nuzzling his nose against Sherlock's cheek and holding him close. "Thank you for opening up all of your feelings, for trusting me so much these last several months, and for not being angry that I had developed feelings for Victor. I really do care about him a lot, I'd say I love him, but you are the light in my life and nothing will ever change that. Whatever you do, remember that. I love you just how you are Sherlock, you don't have to change anything for me. Ever." Sherlock brought their lips together, his heart pounding and his mind wondering on how they would spend their lives together. When he pulled away, he climbed into John's lap and wrapped his arms around him.

"I love you." He whispered, putting their heads together. "I will always love you." He rubbed their noses together, giggling just a bit. "I will love you when we're both old and gray. I will love you when we have a baby that's keeping us up at all hours of the night." He brushed their lips together once more. He grabbed John's hand, pulling off his ring just a little bit so he could see the imprint of the world 'always' on his finger. "Always." He whispered before he slipped the ring back on and met John's lips with a deep kiss.