Mrs. Hudson's voice called out from the kitchen, "Sherlock, I've put some lamb stew in the fridge. And there is some Turkish bread in the bread container. Make sure that you have something before you go to bed."

"Hmm..." Sherlock responded absently. He sat curled up on the sofa with his laptop balanced on his lap, typing furiously.

For a few more minutes noises came from the kitchen as she cleared up the mess. She tut-tutted, "Sherlock, you really must learn to clear up this kitchen. And look after yourself." Sherlock continued to ignore her.

A few seconds later she stood in front of him, one hand on her hip, her voice cross, demanding, "Young man, have you heard a word I said?" Sherlock looked up, eyes blank, brain still dwelling on what he was doing. His eyes slowly focused on the annoyed expression and he sighed, "Yes Mrs Hudson, I will eat."

She sat down next to him with a huff, "What am I going to do with you, Sherlock?"

Frowning he asked, "What do you mean?"

Waving the tea towel in her hand, she said, "I'm not getting any younger, you know? I worry about how you'll manage when I'm gone."

Smiling fondly, Sherlock tapped his shoulder to hers, "You'll live forever, Hudders. How would London survive without you?" He put his laptop aside and turned to sit facing her, one leg bent and tucked in underneath him, the other swinging to the floor. He gently picked up her hand as she looked at him quizzically. "I have something to tell you.….. my friend, Kesh… Mycroft mentioned he was coming to London. He is not coming for a visit. He is coming to live here with me."

She looked at him with widened eyes, expression incredulous, "Live here!" She frowned and paused for a while, as she took it in. "As a flatmate like John or….."

"Notas a flatmate," replied Sherlock with emphasis. "We're together. He will be here in another five days."

A cautious joyful smile began to spread on her face. "Sherlock… I … this is really good news." Her eyes sparkled at the possibility, as she repeated, "He will be living here, with you…. not as a flatmate….."

Sherlock smiled, "Kesh is wonderful, Mrs Hudson. To know him is to love him. And I do."

"And does he love you?"

Sherlock pronounced quietly, "More than life itself."

Mrs Hudson stared at Sherlock, tears glimmering in her eyes, "I had hoped…..But you are so headstrong. And John, he was gone. Don't think I didn't see…." She put her frail hand on his cheek and smiled, "I am so happy, Sherlock. Anyone who can make you look like this….. why, he is welcome in this house."

She stood up slowly and looking around, she waved her hands in anxiety. "I must clean the house…. I must bring more food. What does he eat? I am not sure what to do…"

Sherlock smiled fondly at her fluttering, and pulled her back on the sofa, "He is not the sort you have to do anything for. Just make him feel welcome. He has no one here; only me, Mycroft and you. And he is coming from a life where he is surrounded at all times by people who love him and are loyal to him. He is leaving all of that for … me," he said with wonder in his voice.

Mrs Hudson grinned with delight, "So, you won't be needing two bedrooms then?"

"Most emphatically not, Mrs Hudson," Sherlock replied, smiling cheekily.

"So, tell me about him."

Sherlock twisted back and flung himself to lean against the back of the sofa dramatically, "Where do I start?"

It was late in the evening on Saturday. Mycroft had come after work to share a quiet nightcap with his brother. The food had been cleared away.

Mycroft observed quietly as Sherlock settled back into his chair sipping his Scotch.

Sherlock asked, "So tell me, what did you and Kesh talk about for two hours?"

Mycroft looked at his crystal glass, swirling his drink as he answered, "He was filling me in with what was happening with the remaining survivors under his care. But you know that already?" He raised his eyebrows as he looked at Sherlock.

"I haven't talked to him for a week now. He has gone to Harsil to talk to Akrur and make arrangements for how things need to be handled and see if anything else is needed. They don't have any reception in those mountains."

Mycroft smiled briefly, "Kesh wants to set up some scholarships for deserving youth in the Indian colleges to come to Cambridge University. He knows some of the senior professors at Cambridge, he's liaised with them previously. I know the deans of some of the colleges, so I will set up some meetings to discuss these issues. We thought that setting up a student exchange program might also be worthwhile."

Sherlock asked with a frown, "But surely they have good universities in India. Why here?"

"Well, he gets the principals of the schools to keep a weather eye on promising students. He said these are young bright people with excellent potential. And that, they would get a global perspective and be more useful to India in the future."

Mycroft quirked an eyebrow as he continued, "And of course, we talked about you."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and smirked, settling further into his chair, stretching his long legs in front.

They sat quietly for a while. Mycroft watched him as Sherlock seemed to be lost in his thoughts.

I had despaired for so long, I had hoped for so long to see this. Look at you, baby brother. You look so peaceful, so content. I would have given away everything I had, done anything to see this contentment on your face. And it seems to have happened without my intervention, like a miracle…..

Finally, Mycroft broke the silence, "Have you told John?"

There was a long pause. "Yes."

"And?"

Sherlock's eyes flicked up at Mycroft. He looked down at his glass, lips pursed.

"I see…." Mycroft said softly.

Sherlock shrugged, "He still comes on cases when he can. But he is finding his new life a bit …. dull perhaps. And he did not react favourably to the idea of Kesh."

Mycroft stood up with a sigh and picked up both their empty glasses. He went to the kitchen to refill them and returned. Handing Sherlock his glass, he sat back as Sherlock continued, "Mary called two weeks ago." He looked at Mycroft meaningfully.

"I see…." Mycroft repeated.

Another silence followed. Then Mycroft said, "You haven't visited mum and dad. Or talked much to them."

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders, "I want to see them with Kesh."

After a pause Mycroft asked, "When exactly is Kesh going to be here? I know he will be here in a few days, because I have set up some meetings for him later next week."

"His flight lands at Heathrow on Tuesday night."

"I can't wait to see him."

Sherlock smiled wistfully, "Me too, Mycroft...me too."

It was half seven on Sunday evening. Standing in her little semi-partitioned cubicle in the large office room at the Yard, Sally hurriedly packed her phone, diary , keys and other bits and bobs into her purse.

The case was finally wrapped up after five days of frantic detecting and police work. All that was left to be done was the paperwork. Lestrade, Sherlock and John were due soon from the suspect's house, where an arrest had finally been made.

Three days off roster. Damn, I need the break. I'm just going to eat and sleep, do some washing and cleaning and then sleep again…..Good case, this… Freak did well. Actually, he was pretty amazing….. he's been on the ball since he's been back….. Doesn't preen around so much, showing off….. Something bit off between him and John though…. Who knows what goes on in the Freak's mind?

Grabbing some cash, she made a headway towards the door. Turning over her shoulder, she called out to one of the other officers, "O'Donnell, boss is going to be back in a few minutes. Just going out to grab a quick coffee."

She was still looking over her shoulder, as she walked forward and ran slap bang into something solid and instinctively clutched at the fabric in front of her. Strong hands held her by the arms to steady her as she almost lost her balance.

She looked up into warm brown eyes as a soft voice said, "I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

Sally blinked as she took in the dimpled smile set on a beautiful brown face.

Sweet Jesus! Hello, handsome…..

The hands slipped off her arms as her widened eyes took in the expensively cut silk suit in dark grey, offsetting the soft white shirt, top button undone.

She stood upright and smiled shyly, self consciously patting her hair down, "No it's okay….. it was my fault….. Can I help you?"

His eyes continued to twinkle as he said politely, "I'm looking for Sherlock Holmes, ma'am."

She stared at him and shook her head slightly, as if his voice were reaching her through a fog. "You want to see the Freak?"

His eyes widened in surprise, the soft smile blossomed into a broad grin deepening the dimples as his eyes danced in merriment. "You're Sally, aren't you?" his delighted voice cried out.

Sally frowned, "Ye…s. Who are you? How do you know my name?"

"He told me you call him 'Freak'." He grinned and looked at her conspirationally, "He is a bit like that, isn't he? Like a freak of nature. Magical like Aurora Borealis…. Deep like Mariana Trench…..Fast like a pyroclastic cloud." Sally stared disbelievingly as he continued, voice wistful, "Makes one gasp in wonder, doesn't he? I keep asking myself... how? How is he even possible?"

Sally stared at him, dumbfounded. "Who are you?" she blurted out.

"I'm his friend, Hrishikesh Yadav. Please…. Call me Kesh."

She muttered mechanically as if it were a learned response, "He doesn't have friends."

Kesh smiled gently, "Then that is their loss, isn't it , Sally? To have an opportunity to be friends with a great man and not take it. A great loss indeed."

Sally was speechless as she stared at him with a frown on her face, trying to process his words. Kesh interrupted her thoughts, "Forgive me, Sally. You were going somewhere and I stopped you."

Sally looked at the gentle warm expression and found herself smiling back. She waved at the big office with chairs and desks all over, "Listen you could wait here if you like. They should be here soon. I was going next doors for a cup of hot coffee… Would you like to join me?"

Kesh's smile deepened, "I'd enjoy that very much."

The scratching of Lestrade's pen and Sherlock's deep voice echoed in the empty cavernous office space. Sherlock dictated the leaps of his deductions and chain of events that had led to the uncovering of the perpetrator of the crime.

John stood by the desk watching as Sherlock waved his arms gleefully, "And we found the distinctive fibres of his coat on her furniture. Lestrade, we've got him, this clinches it."

John shook his head in amazement, "If I live to be a hundred, I'll never understand how you do it, Sherlock." Lestrade gave a tired nod of agreement, "Yeah. It always sounds so easy after you explain it."

Sherlock waved them off, "That's because you see but do not observe….." He broke off as the door opened.

Three pairs of eyes looked up as Sally entered followed by Kesh.

Lestrade and John looked as they thought simultaneously… Indian man, Kesh? They swung their eyes to Sherlock looking for confirmation.

Sherlock stood transfixed, as if turned into a statue. He could feel his heart beat as it slowed and pounded in his ears and wondered vaguely if everyone could hear it. Absently he thought…

Feel faint. Light headed. Vasovagal reaction. Dilation of peripheral capillaries. Sudden diaphoresis. Kesh… Kesh….Kesh….

Kesh stared with starved eyes, as though trying to trying to drink Sherlock in with them. Moist lips parted, his chest moving faster as though he were struggling to breathe.

They stood looking at each other wordlessly for a few seconds. It was as though the world had receded from their consciousness, as if only the two of them existed.

Lestrade stared at Sherlock with bulging eyes and whispered to an equally entranced John, "Bloody hell, John! Look at Sherlock's face….." They stared from one to the other, unwilling to let their eyes blink for fear of missing something. Sally sidled up to them and whispered with a discrete hand covering her mouth, "That's Kesh. He's the Fr… he is Sherlock's friend."

Finally Sherlock let out a shuddering breath, uttered the only word he felt capable of in a hushed whisper. "Kesh."

As though a spell was broken by the word, they moved towards each other, their eyes having a conversation of their own.

Kesh….. my love….. I've waited for every minute of every day for you… You are here...

I love you, Sherlock. How could I have stayed away from you for so long? Look at you. So beautiful, so perfect. It's okay now. We are together again. I love you.

Kesh's voice was soft, "I came early, I wanted to surprise you. I went to Baker Street and met Mrs Hudson. She told me you would be here… I left the luggage with her…."

"You did surprise me, Kesh."

With a deep breath, Sherlock turned to Lestrade and John.

"This is….. Kesh." He waved a hand.

Lestrade stepped forward to shake hands, a warm grin on his face. "Good to meet you, Kesh"

Kesh smiled, "You have to be Detective Inspector Lestrade. I am so pleased to meet you too."

John stood with a small forced smile on his face.

So...this is Kesh. Fucking hell, he's good looking. Never known Sherlock to look at anyone like this.

Kesh stepped towards John, his eyes unblinking, voice full of wonder, "You're John. John Watson. Sherlock's best friend." He put his hand forward as a wide smile lit his face. "I have been waiting so desperately to meet you. This truly is a privilege."

John searched Kesh's face for challenge, for sarcasm. All he found was deep understanding in the warm eyes, an acceptance, affection.

Why is he looking at me like this? Why would he feel affection for me? Shouldn't he be resenting me? Shouldn't he be suspicious? How can he look so welcoming, so self assured? Why do I feel like I want to trust him?

They shook hands as John's face split into a friendly smile despite himself, "Welcome to London, Kesh."

Sherlock had eyes for no one else. He just stood staring at Kesh. Lestrade coughed and said gently but firmly, "Sherlock, I think this paperwork can wait. You need to take Kesh home."

"Home," repeated Kesh, a note of disbelief in his voice.

"Yes… let's go home, Kesh."

"MRS HUDSON?" Sherlock bellowed loudly as soon as he opened the front door. He felt queasy—nervousness, excitement and joy creating an untenable mixture of emotions surging through his system, and settling uncomfortably in his tummy.

Mrs Hudson hurried out of her apartment, wiping her hands on a tea towel, a welcoming smile on her face. "Kesh! Sherlock! You've found each other."

Kesh smiled back and said politely, "Thank you, Mrs Hudson. I will take my suitcases up now."

She looked at Sherlock as she explaoned, "I offered for him to go up and rest. But he said he would wait until you were here." She turned to Kesh and smiled approvingly. "He said this is going to be his home, he will not enter it without Sherlock to welcome him home."

She looked meaningfully at Sherlock, "I've cleaned up. And there is food on the table."

Sherlock nodded gratefully, "Mrs Hudson, I'll just go up and get….. ready. Leave the suitcases in the hall, we will get them up later."

She smiled at Kesh, "You must be tired from your journey, young man. Would you like me to make you a cup of tea?"

Sherlock bounded up the stairs and hurriedly opened the door. He looked around, busy eyes scanning every inch. The apartment looked spotless. He moved around wondering if Kesh would find it acceptable.

His fucking bedroom is bigger than the area of this entire floor. What was I thinking? What if he hates it? I'm going to throw up…

He heard Kesh's footsteps walking up the stairs and turned around. He froze. Kesh stood at the door looking at Sherlock, holding the door frame with one hand as if seeking support.

Silently they stared at each other, waves of love and happiness spreading all around them.

Sherlock looked at him in wonder.

He's about to step into my home, my life. Please, please let me be deserving of him, his love. I hope I don't cock it up. Have I ever felt this happy before?

Kesh stared back at Sherlock, overwhelmed.

To be allowed this…. To be given the love of this most amazing of men…. Please, Shiva, let this be my home, let me spend the rest of my life showering this man with all the love I possess….

Sherlock spread his arms, his voice was quiet, joyful, "Welcome home, my Kesh."

Tears glimmered in Kesh's eyes as he looked on, unable to move.

Sherlock came forward and placed his hand on Kesh's pulling him in. Kesh fell into his arms as Sherlock's hold tightened around his friend, embracing him. They just stood there, in each other's arms, content to breathe each other in, hearts beating in tandem.

After a long time, Sherlock drew back and cupped Kesh's face with both hands; eyes searching, finding and then drowning in the love he saw. He leaned forward lips almost touching, gaze flicking all over Kesh's face. With unbearable gentleness he whispered against Kesh's mouth, "I love you, Kesh."

Kesh's hand came up to cup over one of Sherlock's hands, "I love you too, Sherlock." He swayed forward closing the gap and gave out a gasp as he finally felt Sherlock's soft lips kissing him. Gentle, loving, close mouthed pecks. Instinctively he melted into Sherlock's body, every part of him molded to Sherlock. Sherlock groaned loudly as his kisses deepened, warm insistent tongue parting Kesh's lips, invading that willing mouth. One hand slid down Kesh's back to his ass and pressed him closer.

"Sherlock…" Kesh whimpered, as Sherlock tangled his other hand into the long locks and tugged to bare Kesh's neck, kissing and sucking on it. "Kesh, my Kesh…. I have missed you.."

Suddenly his hands and lips stilled, his head reared up, eyes narrowed in concentration. His eyes flashed with annoyance as he hissed, "Oh for God's sake! Mycroft!"

Kesh looked around, dazed and confused. A moment later, footsteps sounded up the stairs, Mrs Hudson's cheery voice called out, "Boys! Mycroft is here to see you."

Mycroft strode in excitedly, closely followed by Anthea. Ignoring Sherlock's glare, he walked up straight to Kesh, a huge smile on his face. They hugged delightedly as Anthea gaped at the open gesture of affection, so unlike her employer.

"Welcome to London, Kesh," Mycroft said, holding his arm. "I came as soon as I heard."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Obviously."

Kesh asked innocently, "How did you know I had arrived?"

Sherlock smirked and pointed an accusing finger at Mycroft, "This, this is what I have had to put up with. He spies on me, Kesh. You wouldn't know. You don't have a big brother."

Kesh grinned, "Well I do now!"

Mycroft flushed with pleasure at his words. He smiled and held his chin up smugly, fighting an impulse to poke his tongue out at Sherlock.

Kesh asked, "How are you, Mycroft? I am so thrilled to see you again. I was so looking forward to this." He turned to Anthea and walked up to her, smiling. "You must be Anthea. I am Kesh. Pleased to meet you."

Anthea looked assessingly at the man who seemed to have bewitched both the Holmes brothers. She found herself smiling back, "Likewise. Welcome to London, Kesh."

Mycroft continued to ignore Sherlock, as he led Kesh to the red armchair and seated himself on Sherlock's chair. Sherlock walked up and sat on Kesh's armrest.

"So, how was your flight? You are two days early. Sherlock said you were coming on Tuesday."

"It was fine, Mycroft. And yes, I was able to leave earlier. I wanted to surprise Sherlock." He looked up at Sherlock and smiled. "By the way, Uddhav and everyone in India send their regards to both of you."

"How are things going on back in India?"

"They are good, Mycroft. We managed to reunite most of the families. The ones left behind will be taken care of by us. Unfortunately, Manjula's family seems to have been lost. She will live with Uddhav and Meera. Mahesh is there anyways. Now they have a daughter too. They've started work on rebuilding the school. There is so much more to tell. I will fill you in."

Sherlock cleared his throat as he looked meaningfully at Mycroft.

Go away.

Mycroft pursed his lips and kept his eyes on Kesh.

"I know I should have talked to both of you about this first. Kesh, Sherlock. I've organized.." He inclined his head towards Anthea and corrected himself, "We've organized a welcome party at my house next weekend. Our parents, some relatives, some work colleagues that I am keen for Kesh to meet. And of course Sherlock's friends; Mrs Hudson, John and his family, Lestrade and his family, Molly Hooper." He waved his arm at Sherlock, "And anyone else you care to invite, Sherlock."

Sherlock arched an eyebrow, a question in his look as he glanced at Kesh. Kesh nodded and smile, "Thank you for going through the trouble, Mycroft. Of course, Sherlock and I will be there. I look forward to meeting everyone, especially your parents."

Sherlock squeezed Kesh's shoulder, "They're looking forward to meeting you as well, Kesh."

Mycorft added, "Yes indeed. Mummy is dying to meet the man who has finally ensnared our Sherlock's heart. "

Sherlock stood up abruptly, "Well, Mycroft. You wanted to meet Kesh. You have met him. Kesh is tired and we've….. a lot to discuss."

Mycroft stood up, a distasteful grimace on his face, "Well, we'd better leave. I'm sure you two have a lot of … catching up to do."

Kesh blushed furiously and looked down, embarrassed, Anthea sniggered loudly and Sherlock looked on smugly, one eyebrow raised. "Yes we do, Mycroft. And you are in the way. Good night."

Mycroft turned to Kesh, "Don't mind him, Kesh. He insists on behaving like a child sometimes."

Kesh mumbled, "Good night." Mycroft glared haughtily at Sherlock, his chin up in mock disdain as they left.

Sherlock followed them and stood waiting by the door. When he heard the front door close, he closed the living room door and bolted it.

Kesh stood, still looking embarrassed.

Sherlock came up to him, smiling gently, "My shy Kesh….. don't fret. We were just baiting each other." He raised Kesh's chin with his fingers and looked into his eyes, love and desire pouring out of his own. "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

Kesh shook his head, his eyes widened as he took in the unmistakable intent and heat in Sherlock's eyes. His own eyes filled with a mute plea, he said absently, "I ate on the flight."

"Come here," said Sherlock pulling Kesh closer, bringing their lips together. He sucked each lip in turn before plunging his tongue in, tasting, sampling. Hands moving over Kesh's body with intent, he ground both their groins together. Kesh responded with enthusiasm, his own hands clutching Sherlock's shirt, as he arched. Sherlock brought Kesh's hand to his lips. "Let me show you our bedroom," he murmured huskily.

Leading Kesh he opened the bedroom door and stood aside to let Kesh enter. Kesh stepped in and looked around at the room and then at the big bed. Sherlock stepped in behind him, holding him close, his arm around Kesh. With one hand he angled Kesh's head to bend down and kiss his neck, the other hand straying down to Kesh's belly, pulling him closer. His erection dug into Kesh's cleft as he moaned, nostrils flaring as he breathed in.

His voice was husky with arousal, "Your smell… I had a case recently. Private client, burglary at his store. Caught a whiff of sandalwood in the perfumery section….." He sank his teeth gently into Kesh flesh, taking small nibbles along his neck. Kesh shivered and sank back further into Sherlock. Sherlock's hand moved further down to palm his engorged length through his trousers. He squeezed firmly. A strangled cry escaped Kesh, "Sherlock…."

Sherlock continued, his voice dreamy, "The moment that sandalwood smell hit me, I thought of you. Got hard within seconds….." He gave out a soft chuckle, "Fortunately I was wearing my coat…."

Nimble fingers unbuttoned Kesh's shirt as he continued to whisper in his ear, "Came home and wanked off to you….. didn't last two minutes….. my Kesh." He pulled the shirt off. Standing behind Kesh, he rubbed his erection on Kesh's ass, as his hands moved forward to unbutton the trousers and pull the zip down. One hand came up to rub his fingers over Kesh's sensitive nipples while the other crept into Kesh's pants to stroke him. Kesh almost lost his balance as his hips buckled under the twin assault, further amplified by Sherlock's husky voice in his ear, "Have dreamed of this for so long, Kesh. You…." he pinched and rolled a nipple, his strokes on Kesh's cock firm, unrelenting. "You naked on this bed…. My Kesh…. going to have you, enjoy you every day for the rest of our lives."

Kesh was giving out breathy sounds, like a prayer, "Sherlock…. Please, Sherlock"

"Going to have you all over this house, Kesh."

"Sherlock, please… please, I haven't….." Kesh cried as his hips helplessly moved to the rhythm of Sherlock's strokes.

Gently removing his hand, Sherlock petted his sides soothingly. He came to stand in front of Kesh and bent down to remove his shoes and socks and pull off the trousers and pants. He rose up and cupped Kesh's face and asked quietly, "You haven't what, Kesh?"

Kesh blushed, his eyes lowered, "I haven't….."

Voice suddenly hoarse, Sherlock asked, "Haven't what, Kesh? Haven't touched yourself?"

Kesh shook his head, mutely.

"Haven't had an orgasm since I left. Why?"

"Wanted to wait….. for you," Kesh replied.

Sherlock kissed the tip of Kesh's nose. "You extraordinary man….you don't have to do that, my love. It's not a betrayal," he whispered against Kesh's mouth. A slow seductive smile spread across his face, "Let's make this one extra special then, Kesh. Lie down."

Kesh lay down on the bed and watched Sherlock as he undressed. Sherlock watched him, as he pulled his clothes off… the need, the hunger in his eyes as they tracked Sherlock's body and looked at his cock, the shallow rapid breaths, the rapid heartbeat pulsing in his neck…. Oh Kesh…. look at you, how much you want me, how desperate you are….

Keeping his gaze locked on Kesh's face, he rummaged into the drawer with one hand to locate a tube of lubricant. He threw it down on the bed and then crawled towards the middle of the bed on all fours. Bracing himself on his forearms, he whispered, "Mine?"

Kesh looked up, love and trust swimming in his eyes. He replied softly, "Yours, Sherlock. Always yours. I love you." Sherlock lowered his body over Kesh, taking joy in feeling Kesh's arms around him, melting into his body, their breath mingling as they frotted and rubbed their erections together.

"Love you, Kesh," Sherlock gasped out.

"I love you, Sherlock. Love you so much….missed you….. missed this….. please, Sherlock."

Sherlock brought their lips together, suckling on Kesh, his roaming tongue invading him, enjoying the taste, the smell. He rolled off and sat up, head resting against the headboard. He pulled Kesh to him. "Come here." He positioned Kesh to lean over him as he guided Kesh's engorged length in his mouth. Kesh gasped, hips stuttering forward as he felt heat engulf him. Sherlock's lubed fingers breached him one by one, slowly. Bracing his hands on the headboard above Sherlock's head, Kesh looked down with dazed eyes as Sherlock's head bobbed to suck him, full lips stretched around him, the delicious friction. He was moaning without restraint. "Sherlock…Sherlock.. please…" he pleaded.

With sure fingers Sherlock prepared him, bold grazes on his prostate pleasuring Kesh from behind as he kept up a steady, unrelenting suction on his flesh in the front. One hand held Kesh's cheek and pushed, encouraging him to let his mouth fall open to deep throat him, his fingers moving expertly to loosen him, ready him.

A steady litany of broken pleas and little needy noises fell from Kesh's mouth as he slowly allowed himself to fuck Sherlock's mouth. He was not quite sure what was giving him more pleasure; that sinful mouth, those exquisite lips wrapped around him or those skillful long fingers invading him, playing with him.

"Sherlock, please… Oh God… I don't know how long I can last…. Sherlock, help me….. Please…. Please, Sherlock, not like this….. I'd imagined….."

Sherlock let him go as he withdrew his fingers. Clearing his throat he scanned the desperate look on Kesh's face and gently eased him on the bed. Leaning over him as his hand slicked his cock with lube, he murmured, "Going to take you now, Kesh." Kesh spread his legs apart in invitation, "Please, Sherlock. I need you… I want this so much."

Sherlock kissed Kesh's upturned face gently, as he mounted him, guiding himself into his Kesh's heat slowly. "Love you…. my Kesh….. mine." Kesh panted as Sherlock rocked in with patience and finally sheathed himself fully.

"Alright, Kesh?"

He nodded as restless hand moved over Sherlock's arms, his chest, "Please, Sherlock….. move….. I need…. I want…. Please don't make me wait."

Sherlock moved slowly at first, placing reassuring soft kisses on Kesh's forehead, eyes, nose as he let Kesh get used to the stretch.

Kesh started raising his hips faster, trying to get closer, urging him on, clutching at his flexing thighs. Sherlock let out a moan as he kissed Kesh, tongue moving into his open panting mouth as he sped up. Soon he was slamming into him with increasingly brutal deep thrusts. The headboard shook with each plunge. Both men were sweating, helpless moans filled the room as they mated with passion and abandon. Kesh's fingers scratched at Sherlock's back leaving deep grooves as he writhed and arched under him. Sherlock sat up and tilted Kesh's hips further as he took his pleasure, eyes greedily watching his cock moving in and out of the tight passage. One hand stroked Kesh as he continued to fuck hard, repeatedly slamming without mercy.

"Sherlock… Sherlock, I'm going to come… I'm coming…..Sherlock….. Oh God." Kesh's eyes widened as he climaxed, his come spurting into Sherlock's hand. "Sherlock….. I love you… so good….so good, Sherlock."

Sherlock felt Kesh clench around his cock as he came and he drove in with increasing desperation, chasing his own release.

"Holy fucking hell….. Kesh... Kesh…." he cried out loudly as he pushed himself deeper and emptied all he had into Kesh. His whole body shaking in reaction, he gasped as he struggled to regain his breath.

After a while, he tenderly looked down at Kesh's sated face and sank into his body. Both laughed softly, full of delight.

"That was….. was…. I love you, Sherlock," whispered Kesh.

Propping himself up on his forearms, Sherlock rubbed noses with Kesh gently. He smiled smugly and said, "Welcome home, Kesh."

Kesh smiled and buried his face into Sherlock's chest.

They stayed in bed for a bit, lazily kissing and cuddling.

Eventually, Kesh took a deep breath and stretched, "I need to have a shower, Sherlock."

Kesh went into the bathroom as Sherlock went down to fetch his suitcases. Mrs Hudson had left them in the hallway.

Putting on his pyjamas, Kesh said, "I'll unpack tomorrow. I feel too tired, too happy right now."

They snuggled in bed as they talked quietly in between yawns and kisses. Sherlock buried his face into Kesh's chest as he told him about John and Mary in a small voice. Kesh turned Sherlock's face up and looking down at his friend he said quietly, "Everything will be alright, Sherlock. I've met John. I've looked into his eyes. He is a good man and he loves you a lot. It will be alright, don't worry, my love."

Sherlock kissed Kesh's chest softly as he allowed the tenderness of Kesh's protective hands seep into him, soothe him. Kesh mumbled into his hair, "I saw this movie once, Sherlock. There was a dialogue in there, 'Everything will be alright in the end….. if it is not yet alright, it's not yet the end."

Sherlock grinned into Kesh's chest and let his voice and the loving fingers passing through his hair lull him into a deep, carefree sleep.

My Kesh is home… everything will be alright, he thought as he slept.

To be continued…