Hello everyone. Apologies for the late update. I took a nap and then had to study for a midterm. I'm taking a break now while watching Thor: The Dark World. I love Loki's snark. XD

InvisibleBlade: Sherlock
Me: John, John's Mum

Warnings for this chapter: smut, loss of virginity, anal sex, some angst.

Sherlock groaned. 'I'm gonna make breakfast hell for you.'

'Just don't do it in front of my mum. Now go.' Sherlock wiggled his bum and sashayed down the stairs.

'Oh, you naughty angel.' John smirked and shook his head. He followed Sherlock downstairs and into the kitchen. Mrs Watson was already there.

'Oh. Hello dears,' she said, smiling softly. 'I thought you were in hospital?'

'He was, but they allowed him out early,' John lied. 'I wanted to stay home and take care of him today instead of going to school. He's still quite poorly.'

'Oh. Of course dear.' She looked at Sherlock's clothes. 'Do you want me to pick something up for you while I'm out?'

'Would you?' Sherlock asked with big, hopeful eyes.

'Of course, dear,' she said, smiling politely. 'Do you know your sizes? Shirt, trouser, and shoes?'

Sherlock shook his head. 'I'm afraid I'm still getting used to my vessel, Mrs Watson. I'm OK for shoes. However, I would appreciate it if you just make an observational guess for my trouser and shirt size. I would quite like a scarf too, if that isn't too much trouble.' His fingers almost subconsciously ran over the red raw scar on his neck. 'My brother will send a cheque over as soon as possible to replenish you for the money you spend.'

'Oh, he doesn't need to do that,' she tutted. 'It's fine. On me. I'll find you something nice, though you don't strike me as the blue jean wearing type.'

'No, but I'm always willing to try out new things.' He turned around to John, gave him a wink, and turned back to Mrs Watson.

'OK then. Jonathan, I'll call the school and inform them you'll be staying home today. Just today, mind you. You go back tomorrow.'

'Understood,' John said, nodding. 'I'm just gonna have breakfast. You going out?'

'Yep. Just going to finish my tea and then I'll be on my way.' She took three sips of her tea and stood, her scrubs bright pink today. She kissed John on the cheek and ruffled his hair. 'See you at dinner. Love you.'

John snickered and fixed his hair. His mum knew how much he hated it when she messed up his hair. 'Love you too. Bye, Mum.' She waved to the two boys and closed the door behind her.

'Is it just... is it just us now?'

'Harry's probably out and my father's still asleep. So, yes. It's just us.'

'Food then sex?' Sherlock asked John with a big grin.

'Absolutely.' John grinned. 'Toast?'

'Yes, thanks. Can I have honey on it please?'

'Honey on toast?' John shrugged and moved to the toaster, popping in two slices of bread. 'OK. Sure. I'm not one to judge.'

'It's nice. Trust me. It's about the only thing I will eat.'

'Hmmm. I'll have to try some myself then.' John grinned. 'How toasted do you like it? Barely, medium, or burnt to a crisp?'

'Erm... medium,' Sherlock said after a while.

'Right.' John adjusted the temperature on the toaster and turned to Sherlock. 'You OK? You kinda spaced out there for a moment.'

'Hmm. Yes. I was talking to my brother.'

'Oh.' John's face fell. 'Does he know about... you know? What we're gonna do? Because I told him I'd put a stop to it.'

'No. Actually he was telling me something of great interest.' Sherlock ran a hand through his curly locks, mussing them up.

'Secret angel stuff?' John popped the toast before it burnt and got out two plates, a knife, and the honey pot.

'You could say that, yeah.'

'Then I won't ask.' He held a plate up to Sherlock, a piece of toast smothered with honey upon it. 'Here. Eat.'

Sherlock hummed and took the plate, taking a large bite out of the honey covered toast.

'He's with a human being.'

John nearly choked on his bite of toast, which was surprisingly good with honey, coughing harshly.

'He's what?!' he finally managed to ask.

'He's with a human. In a relationship.' Sherlock frowned. 'Biggest name in the world of angels and he's breaking all the rules.'

John clamped a hand over his mouth. He wasn't sure if it was in shock or to rein in his laughter. In the end he started laughing anyway.

'Wait, wait,' he said between laughs. 'So Mycroft, the angel who told me to stop having dream sex with you... is fucking a human himself? Ha! That's rich! That's just fucking great!'

'He is only trying to protect me,' Sherlock stated softly. 'He can put himself at risk, but not me.'

'Oh? So because he's such a bigwig in the angel world he can break the rules without consequence?' John scowled. 'That's completely unfair.'

'Mmm. It is. Let's fuck and feel better.'

John grinned wolfishly. 'Let's.' He abandoned the toast on the counter and dragged Sherlock upstairs to his room, locking the door behind them. He pushed his desk in front of the door for good measure and locked his window, closing the blinds.

'Just taking precautions,' he said. 'Don't want to get caught.'

Sherlock rushed forward, flinging John onto the bed and pouncing on top of him. 'You have no idea what you're in for.'

'First off, there is no way you are fucking me with that third leg cock of yours,' John grumbled, trying to flip their positions. 'You can do that in the dream because I always imagine your cock smaller so it'll fit. Second–' He grasped his ratty shirt and ripped it off, buttons flying. '–you have too many clothes on.'

Sherlock growled and flipped their positions. 'First of all, I am the one in charge in this relationship. Second of all, I believe you'll like my large cock inside of you.'

'Who said you were in charge?' John scowled. 'I'm the one who's about to fully lose his virginity. You lost yours in my dream. This is my time, so just – erg!' He ripped Sherlock's trousers off and kissed him hard. 'My hormones are fucking raging. I need to fuck you now!'

'Correction. I'm going to fuck you,' Sherlock purred, ripping John's clothes off. 'And you're going to let me.'

'I thought I was gonna fuck you?' John pouted, watching as Sherlock stuck three fingers in his mouth and lathered them with saliva.

'You'll enjoy this a lot more, believe me.'

John sighed and rolled over, Sherlock clambered on top of him almost immediately.

'Do I make your heart race? Do I cause you to feel like a nervous wreck whenever I'm around? Do you feel so loved you feel almost nauseous because of it?' Sherlock kissed John's neck tenderly.

John shivered and moaned, arching into Sherlock's kisses. 'Yes,' he whispered. 'Oh god yes.'

'Do you want your angel to make love to you? Or is it a fuck you'll be wanting?'

'Make love to me, Sherlock,' John whispered, pulling Sherlock close for a passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around his angel's neck and moaned into the kiss, rubbing his still clothed erection against Sherlock's thigh.

'No matter what happens, remember this moment, John,' Sherlock whispered. He tugged his human's trousers off in one swift motion and kissed him again. 'Ready?' he asked gently.

'As I'll ever be,' John whispered, swallowing loudly.

'It's OK. I'm here. I'm going to take good care of you,' Sherlock reassured John as he began to swirl his fingers around John's entrance. John whimpered and scrunched his eyes shut, not entirely sure he liked the touch in such a weird place.

'I'm going to need you to relax. I might hurt you if you're so tense.'

'I'm trying,' John grit out. 'But it's so different from the dream. It's weird.'

'I will be far more gentle than the dream,' Sherlock said softly as he eased a finger inside. John made an unintelligible noise at the intrusion, clamping down around it to make it stop. He gripped the sheets tight and whimpered.

'It feels so weird,' he grit out. 'I... I'm scared, Sherlock. What if it hurts? What if I don't like it?'

'Then I'll stop,' Sherlock promised.

'I'm still scared,' John swallowed, looking up into his angel's eyes. 'Help me not be scared.'

'John.' Sherlock frowned. 'If I took away your fear I'd be taking away your free will. I may as well be raping you.'

'Then... help me calm down. Please. I... I can't calm down.'

'Alright. Focus on this.' Sherlock leant down and kissed John passionately. John hummed softly and focused on the kiss, beginning to relax. He even went so far as to push back on Sherlock's finger, letting him know it was OK to continue.

'I've got you. You're OK,' Sherlock smiled against John's lips, pumping his finger in and out. John moaned and shuddered, pushing back on Sherlock's finger.

'More. Please.'

'OK.' Sherlock added another finger. 'Is this OK?'

'Umf! Slow! Slow!' John grabbed Sherlock's wrist and slowed down his movements. 'Just go slow.'

'OK, love. I'll go nice and slow.'

'Mmm. Call me that again,' John hummed.

Sherlock curled his fingers and pushed in deeper. 'My beautiful love. Dear. Darling. Sweetie pie. My chariot.'

'Oh fuck!' John cried, his back arching against the mattress. 'Fuck! I'd read prostate stimulation was good, but I'd never expected it to be this brilliant. More! Don't stop!'

Sherlock stretched John and added a third finger. 'How's this, my love?'

'Tight,' he groaned. 'But I can handle it. Don't stop.'

'Mmm. Want my beautiful cock yet?' Sherlock purred loudly, stretching John a little wider.

'Yes! Yes!' John cried, his knees parting wider. 'Bloody take me!'

'As you wish.' Sherlock laughed, replacing his fingers with his massively engorged prick. 'It's gonna take me a while to push myself the whole way in. Sorry. I'm just too damn big.'

John gasped and moaned loudly, his hands moving to grip Sherlock's hips tight. 'Just get in me! I need you!'

'I'm trying!' Sherlock groaned out as he shoved himself the rest of the way in. 'There we are. You're all mine now.'

John groaned and stilled completely. He felt incredibly full, a very strange feeling but not entirely a bad one. He tried to move but it caused sparks of pleasure/pain to shoot through him. He clutched onto Sherlock tight, his fingers digging into his skin.

'Go... Go slow,' he choked out. Sherlock nodded, looking down at him sympathetically. He began to move slowly but surely, kissing John all the while. John grunted and groaned, still clutching Sherlock tight, bruises forming slowly. He slowly began to relax and Sherlock was able to move more, a little faster, a little harder. Now John was grunting and groaning for an entirely different reason, his cock hard against his belly.

'Not gonna last,' he gasped out, his cock bouncing as Sherlock moved. 'Touch me. Please.'

Sherlock grasped John's cock and moved his hand up and down in time with his thrusts. John gasped and flopped back against his mattress, rocking against Sherlock in time with his thrusts, sliding his cock through his fist. He was shaking and whimpering in no time, Sherlock's name on his lips as he came with a groan, splattering his stomach with his cum. Sherlock whimpered loudly, burying his face in John's neck.

'John,' he whispered as he came long and hard within him. John's body twitched with aftershocks of pleasure, his hands tangled in Sherlock's hair. He blinked his eyes open and stared at the ceiling, panting hard.

'Holy shit.'

'Language,' Sherlock laughed. 'You're in the presence of an angel.'

'You're an atheist. I can swear around you,' John giggled.

'Shhh. Don't say that.' Sherlock looked around nervously. 'God might hear you.'

John laughed again and kissed Sherlock softly.

'God,' Sherlock breathed. 'I've fallen for you, John.'

'You sure?' John whispered. 'I don't even know what love feels like.'

'I think it feels like what we've got together.' Sherlock smiled and kissed John's neck.

'Mmm. I do like what we have,' John hummed, tilting his head back so Sherlock could reach more of his neck.

'It's possible to love someone without knowing everything about them, John.'

'Yes, I know. I just... how do you know that it's love? What if it's just infatuation?'

'Because I just know, John. It's a gut feeling. I love you. You're beautiful.' Sherlock cupped John's face gently. 'Believe me. Please?'

'I believe you. I do. I just don't think what I feel for you is love. I have no idea what I'm feeling. But... it's a nice feeling at the very least.'

'It's... It's OK.' Sherlock smiled weakly. 'I really don't expect anyone to fall in love with me.'

'Perhaps one day,' John murmured, turning to capture Sherlock's lips in a tender kiss. 'I could come to love you. I mean, I already love you because you're my angel, but maybe it could develop into being in love with you. There is a difference.'

'Don't be ridiculous. What would come of loving me? It would only cause pain.'

'You don't want me to love you?' John asked, raising an eyebrow. 'Sherlock, everyone deserves to be loved.' He lowered his voice slightly. 'Even atheist angels.'

'I... I need to think.' Sherlock disappeared in a blast of white light.

John was left alone in his room, naked, and feeling very empty. He sighed and pulled on a pair of pyjama trousers and a t-shirt. He moved his desk back to its original place and went downstairs, throwing away the toast and making himself a cup of tea.

Why is Sherlock always disappearing? I don't like it. It makes me feel... inadequate. Like I'm not good enough company or something so Sherlock has to leave to find someone more intelligent to talk to. Oh. That's it, isn't it? Sherlock goes to his brother to discuss what to do with me. Am I that bad of a human? Or am I too complicated for Sherlock to handle? He did say I was something of a mystery when we first met, that he wanted to understand me better. Ugh! Where the hell did he go? Fuck. I miss him already.

...::-::...

Sherlock settled on a park bench, cupping his hands underneath his chin. It was quiet here. Quiet was good. It meant he could think. He had an awful lot to think about.

I, Sherlock Holmes, have fallen in love. With a human no less. I know it's love. It has to be! Every time I see him he makes my heart beat a little faster. He makes me question myself. No one else has been able to do that, ever. I love John's laugh. It's a pleasant sound. It's bubbly and full of life and made his eyes crinkle at the corners. Mmm. Those beautiful blue eyes that seemed to sparkle.

Oh dear lord. He'd fallen and he'd fallen hard. He'd slept with John. Both in his dreams and more recently in real life. What the hell did he do?

Just a heads up, next chapter is when the rape and Mpreg come into play. I'll put a warning into the fic when the rape scene starts for those of you who don't want to read about it. I'll also let you know when it's over. But yes. Rape and Mpreg next chapter just so everyone's aware.

Until next time,

TSA + IB