John's Dream
"This is what people do right? Leave a note. Well, this is my note."
Sherlock was standing on the edge of the roof of Saint Bart's, cell phone held fast in his gloved hand. John could do nothing but watch from below as his friend poised himself to fall.
"No, Sherlock, don't!" John cried out desperately. "Please Sherlock, don't jump. I love you." Tears streamed fast and hot down his face.
"Goodbye John." Sherlock whispered into the receiver before closing his phone, and throwing it to the side. John hung up his phone, shoving down hard into his pocket. He watched as Sherlock fell.
"Sherlock!" John cried out despairingly as he ran for the building. A bicyclist crashed into him, throwing him against the ground. It took a few moments for John to stand back up, but as soon has he was mobile, he was running to Sherlock. As he approach where Sherlock landed, he saw a group of people standing around him.
"He's my friend, please, he's my friend!" John cried out as he pushed his way through the crowd. Sherlock's limp bloody form lay broken on the side walk. John bent down to check his pulse, but he could feel nothing. Moments later, people were moving Sherlock's body onto a gurney, and away from John. John tried to get to him, but he was pushed away, left with nothing but a blood stain on the cement. He curled into himself, sobbing. Through all his pain and grief, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and a voice calling to him.
"John" The voice said lovingly. "John, please. John."
He looked up, tears blearing his vision. Sherlock was standing behind him; hand placed gently on his shoulder.
"Sh-Sherlock?" John choked out through the tears. He jumped to his feet and hugged the detective tightly.
"I- I thought you had…" John sobbed into Sherlock's chest.
"It was all a magic trick." Sherlock whispered gently into John's ear. "I would never leave you."
John pulled his face from Sherlock's chest, and looked up. Sherlock was grinning like a fox.
"You bastard." John said with a laugh, as he pulled Sherlock down into a kiss. The second their lips touched, time stopped, and John was pulled into a world where only Sherlock and he were real.
"I love you." John wept against Sherlock's lips, refusing to pull away.
"I love you too John." Sherlock said softly.
Sherlock's Dream
John was sitting on the couch in the lounge, completely without clothing. He was leaning back; legs open, stroking his sides suggestively.
"Sherlock." John purred sensually "Come to me Sherlock, I need you. I love you."
Sherlock felt like he was on fire, his arousal almost unbearable. He looked down, realizing that he was no longer wearing clothing, he bit his lip.
"Mmmm… You are so beautiful Sherlock." John reached down his body slowly, grabbed his cock, and starting tugging it slowly.
"Ohhh…" John moaned as he arched his back up. "Come over here and help me with this." Sherlock could no longer wait. He ran to the couch, jumping on John, he took his mouth feverishly. John removed his hand from his own cock, reaching up to touch Sherlock's. He bucked, and rubbed himself against the man who lay atop him.
"Please Sherlock, I need you. I need you inside of me." John moaned as he moved his face to Sherlock's neck. Kissing, licking, sucking, and biting. Desperate. Sherlock growled with longing as John opened up to him. Placing John's legs around his waist, Sherlock dived into John, pushing and pulling slowly. John's face was flushed as he cried out with pleasure, grabbing Sherlock's waist and pushing him in deeper. Sherlock tucked his face into the curve of John's neck, panting and moaning. In the far distance he heard what sounded like a door opening, but it was hard to tell of his and John's sounds of pleasure.
"John!" He heard a woman cry out from what sounded like a hundred miles away. He froze, blood running cold, heart coming to a complete stop.
"M-Mary." Sherlock chocked out. His throat closed up completely as he pulled himself out of John, and tried to find a sheet to cover up with.
"Mary, I can explain-" John started desperately, trying to find a way to stand up.
"I don't want to hear it." Mary growled, reaching for her back. She pulled out a gun, and pointed it at Sherlock. "How dare you try and steal my husband." She spit venomously. Before Sherlock could say a word, before John could do a thing, Mary pulled the trigger. A sharp pained filled Sherlock's chest as the bullet pierced his flesh. He fell back against the couch vision blurring and fading to black.
"And now to deal with you." He heard Mary say from far away. She pointed her gun at John, and fired into his skull. John slammed hard against the couch, eyes suddenly lifeless and cold.
"John!" Sherlock could hear himself calling as everything faded to black. A chilling laugh in the dark, the laugh of a man.
"I told you, you couldn't be loved." The voice of Victor chuckled in the dark. "You will lose him."
Sherlock jolted awake around mid-morning, his heart racing like a quick paced drum beat. He smelt John's soap next to him, comforted to still have him there. His mind cleared as he pushed far away the images of his dream. He calmed his breathe, and steadied his heart. He turned to face John, feeling a smile creep onto his face, his dream long forgotten.
"This is nice, it's like we're a proper couple." Sherlock stiffened, blushing in embarrassment. "Sorry."
John was still too tired to open his eyes, but he reached out to feel Sherlock next to him. "No, it's fine." He mumbled sleepily. "I like it."
Sherlock paused for a few moments. "Am I your boyfriend?" he uttered. No, you're his lover, the other half of his affair, you're a lie and an excuse don't romanticize what you two aredoing.
"Right now you are. Even if it only for a little while." John mumbled. "Is that okay for you, or would you rather not think of it that way?" John asked. He had found himself thinking about nothing but Sherlock. Every moment he spent with Sherlock was another moment where he felt really satisfied.
Sherlock grimaced. "I don't know."
"Sorry, never mind, don't worry about." John said. The last thing he wanted to do was make Sherlock upset with him so early in the day.
Sherlock sighed rolling over "It's just, I can't be and I'm not really I just don't know what I am to you anymore, are we even friends still?"
"Yes, you are my best friend. That won't change." John said, wishing he would not have said anything. To be fair, you are not the one who brought it up.
Sherlock let out a small breath of relief. "Good, good that's...I couldn't bear it if."
"You can't get rid of me. You should know that by now." John said with a small smile.
"If Mary figures it out before you stop this, then you know you need to end it right?"
"Yes, but can we not think about stuff like that? I just want to spend a nice day with you." John said pleadingly.
"Fine." Sherlock sighed. "Just so you know, it's wonderful you don't think about it since you get to go back to a home with somebody else who loves you." he muttered. "Just...just come here." he pulled John in, grumpily kissing him. "What do you want to do today?"
John shrugged. "Not sure. Any ideas?" John asked, kissing Sherlock softly.
"We could go out?" Sherlock's face fell. "No um...I won't be able to...I meant out as a couple but we can't stupid idea, stupid stupid."
"It's not stupid. I would like to go out. Go to lunch with you maybe. We could go to so small place where it would be unlikely to run into anyone we know." John said thoughtfully. "Sherlock, what would it be like if it really was just the two of us? If we were actually a couple?"
Sherlock locked eyes with John. "Don't you dare ask me that again."
"Sorry... I was just wondering..." John said forlornly.
"You're married." Sherlock said flatly.
"I don't need a lecture, it is just something I have been thinking about a lot lately. I guess my curiosity just got out of hand. Sorry." John said sadly.
"I used to pretend we were, when we'd be sitting around the flat doing things." Sherlock commented after a small amount of time.
"Yeah?" John perked up a little "What else?" He didn't want to push it, but he had to know.
"I have a room in my mind palace where I lock away all...that domestic fantasy. Where I'd split off reality and add me being able to hold you in public around what was happening."
"Hmm... sounds nice." John said, interested. "I had just been wondering lately. Every time I am away from you, I can only think about and us, and you..." John trailed off into his thoughts.
"And you remember you have a wife." Sherlock cut through sighing. "Don't toy with leaving her out of guilt from seeing me in pieces, you won't and it'll make me worse."
"I am doing nothing like that. I am not going to tease you, or play with your heart. I am not like that." John said defensively.
"Aren't you?" Sherlock whispered.
"Not trying to." John mumbled. "But I get why you might think that."
"We could go a few towns over?" Sherlock offered seeing John slip into sadness when confronted with the truth. "Nobody would know us at all, we could hold each other."
John cheered up a bit. "That sounds great." He said with a half-smile
Sherlock sucked in his breath a little. "I'm not...one for public affection." He began slowly, "But, you like so let's go a little out into the country, We could have lunch and you could maybe, not correct the people that assume we're a couple?"
"I won't expect you to be overly affectionate, and I won't correct people who assume we are a couple. Got it." John said, nodding his head.
Sherlock licked his lips. "I want to be affectionate with you; just...bad experience put me off it in public. People shouting things and so on."
"It is okay, really. I get it. You are plenty affectionate to me when we're here." John said, planting a small kiss on Sherlock's forehead.
"But Mary holds you in public and kisses you, I want to be able to give you that too." He mumbled. "I just want to experience people jeering."
"If you want to, then just ignore it. Some people are ridiculous. If you don't want to, don't worry about. The one thing I would want to do, is hold your hand. Is that okay?" John asked.
Sherlock sighed slipping his hand into John's. "It's not something easily ignored, I doubt you've been on the receiving end of 'faggot' or other...words, when you kissed somebody you were dating on the cheek because you were happy to see them." His mouth went dry. "I don't want you to have that experience."
"No I haven't." John said, happy to feel Sherlock's hand in his.
Sherlock shrugged. "You get used to it." He mumbled, kissing his neck gently he sighed, eyes raking over John's body. "You're so beautiful." He repeated over and over, his hands gently skating John's side.
"I'm really not, but thank you." John said with a sigh. "I think you are beautiful though."
Sherlock snorted. "No." He corrected. "No, shut up, you are, and I'll repeat it until you get sick of it and believe it." He kissed every inch of John's torso gently, like surgery. "You're beautiful." He punctured each kiss with the words.
"You really are one of a kind." John muttered. "And very stubborn." He pulled Sherlock's face to his, kissing up his neck until he reached his mouth.
"Doing this in public it, unnerves me. But, it's...I tend to cling to the idea of being able to feel things around one person, sorry...sorry I'll stop it's annoying it gets annoying." Sherlock curled a little in on himself. "It's what everyone says."
"You are not annoying, well, not in this situation. Please stop worrying that you are being too needy or loving." John said reassuringly. "Because you can't be."
Sherlock gulped uncertainly pulling John in tightly. "It's nice...being with you I feel like I matter."
"You do matter." John said lovingly. "You matter so much to me, but not just me you know. You matter too many."
Sherlock scoffed. "Right, sure." He drawled "I'm going to have a shower, we'll leave soon." he Dismissed.
"Right, okay. I'm just going to sleep a little more." John said. He kissed Sherlock gently, and then pulled the blankets tight around him, closing his eyes.
Sherlock waved him off lazily, walking to the bathroom, turning on the water and letting it drip on him for a while before returning wet, his curls sopping as he changed.
John heard the door open, and he opened his eyes. "Sherlock?" He asked, slowly sitting up.
"Mhmm?" Sherlock mused pulling on a shirt, he dried his hair and tried to swat away the feeling in his chest. It's exactly like you imagined though, SHUT UP, but it is. Him waiting for you in bed as you get ready to leave, but we're not a couple. Oh yes that snag.
John sat up and looked around until he found the clothes he had been wearing yesterday that Sherlock had removed and folded. He pulled the clothing to him, and started getting dressed. "How's the neck?" John asked as he slipped a jumper over his head.
Sherlock wrinkled his nose. "It hurts..." He mumbled "Quite a lot."
"Can I take a look?" John asked as he finished getting dressed. "I need to make sure that it won't get infected or something."
Sherlock pulled the bandage off nodding he sat on the bed. "How does it look?"
John looked over the wound. It was a bit red around a few of the punctures, but otherwise, it looked fine. "Just fine." John said. "Just make sure to change it tonight before bed."
Sherlock slumped. Bed tonight alone without him, as usual. "Okay" He whispered "Let's go, let's...just go. I can't keep you all day."
"Alright." John said, standing up and stretching. "You ready?" He asked with a small smile. He was quite excited about spending the day with Sherlock.
"As ever." Sherlock said dully.