A/N: Sorry you guys had to wait for the shag to come along, but finally I've got time and wrote it up! You don't have to wait anymore, cause this chapter is the end of this short fic. Hope it's worthy of all your waiting! Enjoy reading ;)

Draught of Lust

Chapter 2

the au lait

~oOo~

John didn't know how he and Sherlock ended up being here, panting in a dark alley in god-knows-where-perhaps-at-least-in-London.
But somehow they did dodge the swarm of alphas, thanks to the guile of his alpha.
Sherlock peeped out of the alley for a moment to check if there is no remnants of the horny horde, then he returned his gaze to John and smiled.

"I've missed you."

John, still panting from running all the way to this dark place, smiled back and felt Sherlock nuzzling his lips against his own.
John murmured into Sherlock's chaste kiss.

"I've missed you too."

John wrapped his arm around Sherlock's waist, and buried his face deep into Sherlock's ridiculously expensive coat.
He breathed in all of his alpha- the comfort, the relief, the love... and, the lust.

John, then realised that he is just on the edge of his heat, and his glands were already soaking his trousers.
He also realised that Sherlock's eyes were blown wide, evidently with the haze of lust, and he was nervously chewing on his lips.
John was terribly sorry and somehow terribly turned on at the same time-he know Sherlock was holding himself back just for the sake of John.
He also knew that Sherlock wasn't going to hurt him, and that was strangely a major turn-on.

However, John just didn't want to shag in this filthy place, and he knew Sherlock always wanted the best for him-and a dark alley wasn't the best.
John wondered how can they get back to their flat, or at least somewhere fuckable, a hotel maybe.
However, his omega pheromones were getting stronger exponentially by every passing moment, and taking a cab was definitely not an option now.

Just at the moment, as if God was answering to John's endless prayers (God, please get me out of this misery right now!) which he murmured while fleeing from the alphas, John saw a sleek limousine pausing right outside of the alley.
John felt his phone buzzing(even the buzz was sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine. It was crazy), so he took it out.

[ Sent the car you asked for. ]
"Shut up, Mycroft."
[I have dutifully answered your inquiry. Is that your best reply?]

Sherlock snatched the mobile out of his hand and barked into the speaker.

"You deserve it, you son of a bitch."

Sherlock then disconnected the call, grabbed John by his hand, and led him to the limo.

~oOo~

At first, Sherlock seemed that he was trying to keep his hands to himself.
Although he was obviously squirming in his seats and sending a heaty gaze in John's direction every now and then, it was sure that he was keeping his sexual desire under control.

However, by the time the ride was getting into half an hour, Sherlock's hands already found his way up into John's shirt, his lips marvelously ravaging John's nape.
John didn't have any intention to protest against the bliss Sherlock was providing, so he simply panted and gasped under Sherlock's touches.
Fortunately, the partition was up, so they weren't disturbing the driver, at least.

"John."

Sherlock's baritone rung through John's auditory nerves as if it was pure sex.
John gasped, feeling his lungs losing air, and reached for Sherlock's shoulders.

"Sherlock- ah! Please, please-"

The alpha's lips were burning against his already sensitive skin. He felt Sherlock's teeth skimming along the surface of his neck.
Sherlock was fumbling with his buttons, and John with Sherlock's. Already the sexual tension was about to reach the climax. John felt the bulge on the front of Sherlock's trousers, and blushed a little. Sherlock laughed-he fucking laughed, and John trembled at the sound-and whispered.

"I love when you blushes."

John blushed even more at the whisper, then he grabbed Sherlock by his cheeks and frantically kissed his alpha.
By the time the kiss ended, Sherlock already kicked his trousers away. John pushed Sherlock down to the car seat, and dragged his fingers down the exposed skin of the alpha. Sherlock moaned, and John smirked at the desperate sound.

"I love when you moans."
"Just shut up and get your lips on me, Watson."

John laughed, then he got Sherlock's briefs off him in one quick move. The sprained cock sprung out, and John slowly bent down to take it inside his lips.
He started out gently, nipping lightly at the head, but soon he was deep-throating. Sherlock was panting, reaching for air, asking God for mercy-and John kept slurping, sucking, running tongue up and down the penis every now and then, his hand already reaching down to tug at his own spraining cock.
He knew exactly when to lick at where to send Sherlock into crazy mess, and his tactics were working perfectly. He looked Sherlock up through his eyelashes, and met the blazing gaze Sherlock was sending in his direction.

"God- I love when you look at me like that-"

Sherlock mumbled between his moans, then moved his hands to entangle his fingers into John's curls.

John smiled with his lips stuffed with Sherlock's cock. He felt he was reaching the tipping point, as well as Sherlock, so he decided to give a strong sensation to drag them up into climax.

John sucked hard, his cheeks hollowing against Sherlock's manhood, and gave his own cock a hard tug. He felt a white blaze flashing against his eyes, and Sherlock's body trembling with utmost joy and pleasure. Soon Sherlock came in his mouth-John kept sucking, gulping down the semen-feeling his own cock spilling into his hands.
They both came down from the ecstasy, finding themselves already broken into a panting, sweaty mess.

After they managed to find enough air, Sherlock laughed and dragged John into a tight embrace. He kissed John numerously onto his cheeks, and lustfully whispered into John's ears.

"You know it's not over, right?"

John shivered, with anticipation and lust and glee. The couple then realised the limo was already standing still. Perhaps at least for ten minutes.

They hastily clothed themselves, laughing and panting and kissing, and madly in love.

~oOo~

Although there had been an unfortunate incident when Sherlock dropped the keys while he was fumbling with the lock, they somehow successfully banged the door open, stumbled inside and shut it with John's body thrown against it. Sherlock pinned John against the door, kissing violently on John's lips. John shook his coat off and grabbed Sherlock by the neck.

Their lips entangled, fluids exchanged. John felt that Sherlock's kiss was sweeter than the first kiss they shared in the limo. Perhaps it's because they found a little bit of ration due to the quick blowjob during the ride. Sherlock broke off the kiss, laughing, and placed a chaste kiss on John's forehead.

"Again, I've missed you so bloody much- do you know how miserable I was when you started to feel the post-heat symptoms?"

Thanks to their bloody strong bond, Sherlock must have been feeling what John was feeling simultaneously even though he was a flight away.

"So what did you do?"
"I fuckin' jerked off in the hotel loo. What do you think I have done?"
"Well, you could have just got off whomever you want."

After giving the remark, John gave a sly smile while Sherlock frowned.

"You think I'm going to do that to you?"
"Aah, no, but I'm just playing around with you, dear."
"You fucking well should be, you guile slut."
"Oh, what if I'm not?"
"Then I'll have to punish you."

John grabbed Sherlock by the collar, nipped along the alpha's jaw line, then murmured.

"Punish me, then."

He felt Sherlock's ration shattering into pieces, and Sherlock's hands were dragging John by his arms no sooner than John finished mouthing the statement.

They laughed again like a pair of naughty schoolboys, stumbling up the stairs, never breaking contact and throwing off their garments one by one.
They left a long trail of clothing in their wake by the time they reached the bedroom-their bedroom, and already naked.

John was thrown onto the bedding, and felt Sherlock climbing up on him. Sherlock reached down to kiss gently on John's lips, and then he went downward; to his neck, his tits, his belly, down to his waist and finally, his cock.

"I think your cock is so fucking pretty, John."

John gasped. Sherlock's baritone was rippling against his skin, his oh-so-sensitive-skin, and he felt his nerves crying with pleasure with that sinfully lustful voice.

"-Ah, mind to elaborate?"

John managed to ask, with a huff of laughter, then lifted his hands to mingle it with Sherlock's silky raven curls.
Sherlock grinned down at him, his eyes sparkling lasciviously with zeal and craving.

"It's so pink- so cute, I think, it reminds me of a lollipop. I bet it would taste as good as one."

John snickered. Sherlock was getting so good at dirty talk.

"Then please go ahead, taste it."
"You want me to?"
"Whatever- blow me, fuck me, rim me, whatever you like to do, love. You can tie me down and fuck my brains out, I don't care.
Just exploit my heat as much as you can."

Sherlock smiled impishly, then crept up and kissed John on his cheeks.

"I personally think the last option is the most beautiful."
"Handcuffs in the bedside drawer."
"Did you pickpocket Greg again?"
"He took the last one away, what should I have done?"
"I think you're getting bad ideas, John."
"Oh, where do you think I've got those ideas from?"
"I'm not so sure, but surely from a master."

Sherlock reached to the drawer, dragging a pair of handcuffs, and grabbed John's wrist to handcuff him to the bedpost.

He then, returned to his kissing routine-first at John's jaws, then his lips, his eyes, his forehead, his hair.

John was just gasping and oohing and listlessly flowing along the alpha's movement.
He felt his glands were dripping, and his hips were already pressing against Sherlock's.

"Sherlock..."

John whispered, his voice dripping with greed. Sherlock's eyes lit up.
John saw the animalistic greed flowing into the alphas clear blue eyes, so he wrapped his legs around Sherlock's waist just to give a little push.

"Fuck me. Shag me into next week, I don't care. Just push that marvelous cock inside me and come."

Sherlock gazed at John for a moment, then reached down to kiss him deeply on his lips.

"Whatever you say, darling."

John spread his thighs as Sherlock reached down, and Sherlock pushed one of the fingers inside.

John let out a long, anticipating sigh of bliss.
Sherlock pushed his finger inside, ever-so-gently, as if he was teasing John and was pushing the omega to his edge.
John hung his arm around Sherlock's neck, and he gazed into Sherlock's eyes, his own eyes still glimmering with glee and longing.
He saw beads of sweat flowing down Sherlock's high cheekbones, his sinfully scarlet red lips swollen with their endless exchange of kisses, his alabaster skin shining even in the bedroom with lights turned off.

John was drunk in Sherlock's beauty when Sherlock tapped on his prostate. John threw his head back, howling with delight. Soon, one finger turned into two, then three- John trembled as Sherlock was fucking him with his fingers while he was kissing and nipping at his nipples and lips.

"Sherlock- ah- please- more- ah!"
"John... you're so fucking beautiful."

Sherlock laughed then he dragged his fingers out. He pushed John's thighs upward then posed himself between John's legs. John felt the head nudging against the entrance of his hole, which was already well-fucked with Sherlock's fingers. However, he knew it wasn't enough-so he howled with exhilaration when he felt the cock pushing inside his hole, stretching it open.

"Huge... so fucking huge Sherlock, tremendously huge- ah-"

Sherlock bit John's ear, and brushed the tip of his fingers down the omega's spine.
John's body welcomed him marvelously, the hot passage stretching open but pushing against his cock, sending him into elation.
The omega was always perfect; not just sex, in a lot of ways, but the sex was always just too great to ignore.
He played the omega with more skill than he he played the violin, dipping his ears into the wave of moans the omega emitted, more elating and beautiful than any music Sherlock ever heard.

He saw John's blond hair sticking against his forehead with sweat; his cheeks strewn with tears of pleasure; kiss-swollen, cherry red lips gleaming with their saliva and partially, Sherlock's come; his eyes half-closed, long eyelashes trembling with euphoria and fervor.

Sherlock took everything in dutifully, tucking it carefully inside his mind palace, savouring it with pious adoring and admiration.

John was perfect; perfect than any living thing on the surface on earth; hell, he must be beautiful than Venus.

He remembered the scene from when John gave him a blowjob in the limo. He remembered, John's lips wrapped around his cock, slurping and gulping, his eyes gazing hotly through his eyelashes, his cheeks hollowed, and Sherlock's own semen dripping down John's chin- it was a breathtaking tableau, and Sherlock just loses himself every time he saw John in that position.

"John..."

Sherlock muttered against the omega's skin, and he kissed the omega gently-while his cock was ravaging the omega ruthlessly.
John screamed, howled, moaned and sobbed and wailed for more and more; and Sherlock gave what John wanted.

He thrusted in with accuracy, brushing against the prostate with every movement, and held John forcefully in his position with his hands on John's waist.
He saw John's cock swelling up, so he reached one hand down to caress it skillfully.
John's hole clenched against his cock in accordance with his movement, and every time it did Sherlock felt endless bliss and beatitude.

Soon, they were knocking at the pinnacles of pleasure, and John's eyes were rolled up into his head.
Sherlock reached down to kiss John on the lips, retreating just to thrust in with one, clear movement to send John into extremity.

The couple met their orgasm moaning each other's names.
Sherlock shuddered, coming inside John, and felt his knot swelling up.

John panted, dropping his head onto Sherlock's shoulder. Sherlock hugged John tightly, whispering words of affection and comfort from his heart.

After they stabled enough to talk, Sherlock rolled to his right to lie down and gazed into John's eyes.
John smiled, and he softly slid his fingers along the side of Sherlock's face.

He carefully whispered, his words embroidering the air like a gold thread would do a silk.

"I love you."

Sherlock smiled, tugging John closer.

"Me too."

A/N: Well well, hope it was a good smut! Thanks for all who favourited despite me seemingly abandoning this fic :) I love you guys so much!