Summary: four years after his fall Sherlock receives a visit from Mycroft with a set of twins in tow...that look like him. How will these children change his life and will it be for the better? And what happens when an old enemy sets their eye on his offspring? Rated 'm' for future chapters concerning blood gore and Johnlock read and review please!

Rating: M for future chapters due to violence blood, gore and maybe a little something-something between John and Sherlock

Disclaimer: blah blah blah not mine 'cept for Lily and Lucian but the words are mine simply because one cannot own the English language! which is pretty awesome if I do say so myself (and I do :)

No thank yous need to go out (weird) so here's a little ditty by sir Elton John! ha ha just kidding...I cant sing :( but hey who knows maybe you can!

okay and this chapter is a little shorter due to the fact that I didn't actually write most of it (my best friend did because I'm too squeamish to actually write a smut fic...I blushed just typing this up!)

With out further ado here is chapter Eleven for your viewing... reading pleasure!

Boundaries crossed and Lines forgotten

WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT...ALOT OF FRIGGIN SMUT...ACTUALLY THE NEXT CHAPTER DOES TOO...IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT SKIP THE NEXT TWO CHAPTERS...YOU KNOW WHAT I'LL JUST PUT WARNINGS SO YOU CAN SKIP THE SMUTTY PARTS OKAY?

"THIS IS WHY THEY NEED TO BE DISCIPLINED!" John shouted as he slammed the phone back into its cradle. "I just got off the phone with Headmaster Carey who said that in the last week the twins have not only switched the boys and girls lavatory signs; covered Mr. Tinsdales car with post-its; removed every single door in the school; moved lockers in front of Tinsdales office but also filled every single one of the school fountains with colored Glycerin!" John snarled at the lounging detective who only frowned at him. "How did they manage this? There are fifteen fountains in that school." He asked plucking the strings of his violin then immediately regretted his question at the glare John threw at him. "That doesn't matter Sherlock...Your children are running wild in that school..." The blogger pleaded with the detective and silently begged that Sherlock would understand.

"Alright I will have a talk with them about...rules and such." Sherlock muttered as he dragged his friend into his lap and rub his back to hopefully sooth the bloggers raw nerves. "I promise to speak to them then take appropriate disciplinary measures if needed. It will all be fine i promise." Sherlock murmured gently as he felt his John relax against him. "Those two are way too much like you...Where the hell did they get that much Glycerin anyways?" John groaned as Sherlock started to knead his back making the detective chuckle gently.

Suddenly the door opened quietly and Sherlock saw his offspring try to creep through the flat only to stop short at the sight of John and Sherlock on the couch. "Upstairs we are going to have a chat later." Sherlock mouthed to the twins only to smile when John cuddled closer only to sigh as he buried his face into his neck. Ever since they started sharing a bed Sherlock had noticed John growing more and more affectionate towards him and he himself felt more at ease in returning the affections given.

John smiled as he felt Sherlock caressing his back and though he would be loathed to admit it the army doctor loved being cuddled by his detective. Hearing a creek he grumbled before lifting his head only to be met with Sherlock's eyes, wanting to drown in their blue green depths. Without knowing it he gasped and held his breath, sending a silent signal that Sherlock should continue with his train of thought.

WARNINGS: SMUT AHEAD SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT!

The detective hesitated before pressing his mouth to the corner of Johns and after seeing his best friends eyes glaze and dilate in pleasure, pressed his lips firmly to Johns.

Sherlock's mouth was surprisingly firm but gentle at the same time and John could not help but moan at the feeling. But soon it was not enough as he swiped Sherlock's closed lips with his tongue, silently asking for entry and gasping when the detectives mouth opened to swirl his tongue with his own.

All thoughts left his head at Sherlock's kiss and John could only hold on for dear life while the feeling of his best friend kissing him wiped away all coherent thought and he was only left with his primal instincts to take.

Not Enough! Sherlock thought as he pressed John onto the couch to feast on his mouth like a starving man, swallowing in his friends moans in a desperate kiss.

OH god! Was all John could think as Sherlock pressed down on him and kissed him back with equal amounts of desperation. When the hell did? Never mind John just enjoy it while it lasts he thought to himself as he skimmed his hands under Sherlock's shirt to caress his back, not knowing if he wanted to pull the detective closer or push him away. Making his decision he curled his hands into Sherlock's hair and ground his mouth to his, all his pent up desire exploding into an almost violent kiss.

Good God! Sherlock thought as he broke the kiss only to give a moan as John's mouth started to trail down his neck. When the hell did I get on the bottom? Was his last coherent thought as he felt Johns teeth against the nape of his neck, causing his animal instincts to rise.

His mind a blur John could only pant as Sherlock tore off his jumper and T-Shirt. "AH!" He gasped when Sherlock's mouth started to wander over his chest. "BED!" He almost shouted as he realized that the children come in at any time and see them. John tried not to giggle at the look his best friend gave him, it was a look of desire mixed with annoyance. It was the look that said 'how dare you interrupt me?' and John loved it.

Bed? HE SAID BED! Sherlock's mind screamed and he lifted his blogger up into his arms and carried him into their bedroom, his lips never leaving Johns skin lest the spell be broken and John would remember that he's not-gay.

Sherlock laid his best friend down onto the bed down as carefully as possible only to hover over him, covering every inch of exposed skin with gentle kisses and paying homage to Johns wounded shoulder. "God you taste good!" He muttered as he lifted himself up to claim John's lips again, pausing only for the army doctor to remove his shirt. "My turn." John rasped as he rolled them over to use his teeth and tongue on Sherlock's chest, trying to wring out every moan and delicious gasp as he could. Why the hell didn't I try this sooner? He thought as his chin his Sherlock's belt buckle and he lifted his hands to remove it only to pause. "Can I?" He asked tentatively.

Sherlock stared back at his blogger. Did he just ask? He did... Sherlock thought then nodded vigorously only to growl when Johns tongue found his navel. Is he really going to? He asked himself and then his mind went blissfully blank as John took him in hand and started to stroke.

God I hope I'm doing this right. John thought as he lifted his head off of Sherlock's stomach. I wonder how he tastes He thought and lowered his head to find out, sliding his mouth down his friends most private of places and swirling his tongue around the tip of him. Thank god for the army.

Is that his mouth? That's his mouth TONGUE! Oh god TEETH...Too much! Sherlock's thoughts were a blue of John's actions as he pried his friend off of his cock and lifted him to ravage his mouth only stopping to strip his blogger of his pants. "Oh GOD!" John growled as Sherlock lay on top of him and started to grind.

Panting Sherlock ground his erect member against Johns, desperate to watch Johns face during orgasm. "Sherlock...I..." John gasped as he rubbed back, increasing the friction generated between the two men grounding against each other for all they were worth. "GOD...JOHN!" Sherlock almost shouted as he too came across the stomach of his friend turned lover.

END OF SMUTTYNESS

Panting John held Sherlock against him, rubbing his friends sweat slicked skin as their bodies cooled and their pulses stopped racing. "Mmmm" john signed as Sherlock rolled them over so the lanky detective wasn't crushing his little blogger. "That was..." John started but couldn't find the words.

Sherlock stiffened as his friend...Lover? trailed off. Did he not like it? Was it too different? He obsessed not feeling John start to nuzzle his neck. "Jesus Sherlock if I knew it was going to be like that I would have tried to do this so much sooner." John muttered as he kissed one of the hicky's gracing Sherlock's neck. "So...you did like it?" The detective whispered worried that he was being toyed with and seeing something that wasn't actually there.

"How could I not?...Did you?" John asked as he lifted his head to look at Sherlock's shocked expression. "Of course I liked it, it was with you." Sherlock growled rolling his eyes at John's stupidity not knowing that his words made John melt.

He can be so sweet John thought as he lifted his head to glance at the clock in horror. "Oh my god! Is that the time?! The kids should be home by now!" He gasped as he started to jump up to get dressed only to be pulled back onto the bed. "They came home a while ago." Sherlock growled trying to snuggle into the squirming man. "Sherlock...when did they come home?" John asked carefully as his new lover managed to shift him into straddling his lap.

"When we were on the couch and you asked about the glycerin." Sherlock lifted on eyebrow at the question then slunk back at the look on his lovers face.

"You mean they heard EVERYTHING?" John gasped in horror wanting to strangle his friend. "OF course not, our room is sound proofed...why?" He asked gently as he managed to get his angry blogger to lie back down on him and smiling at the disgruntled growl that followed.

"Hey Jawn?"

"What is it Sherlock?"

"I'm glad I got rid of your bed."

Okay peoples here is the second chapter in two days (I hope this makes up for not posting for the last two weeks if not? Well deal with it I have limited time *frowny face* but I love you all and the next chapter will be up soon…ish it will be up soonish….

BTW: Microsoft words grammar sucks! and thank you to my best friend who actually wrote this smut for me (I'm blushing just typing this up because OMG!)

Hugs and kisses

Salcone Destrivina