They made it into the bedroom, lips locked together in a heated kiss. John moaned into Sherlock's mouth, and Sherlock took his chance by sliding his tongue into John's mouth. John tensed, the presence of another males tongue in his mouth unnatural to him. John wasn't new to kissing, he wasn't even a virgin, but with Sherlock everything was more intense, more passionate.

They separated, both panting against each other. John lightly pecking Sherlock's lips, John's apparent want noticeable. Sherlock almost shivered under John's light kisses, and soon Sherlock couldn't take it anymore. Sherlock roughly attached his lips to John's, and they stood there snogging. They pawed at one anothers clothing, John taking Sherlock's nightshirt off, somehow without breaking the kiss. And Sherlock had worked off John's trousers, John stepping over them. It was a bit dark in the room, the candles dimly lighting up the place, John pushed Sherlock onto the bed, slowly moving above him.

"John.." Sherlock moaned out, John had broken the kiss, and was now sucking lightly on Sherlock's pale skin. Sherlock was now working the buttons on John's shirt, popping them open until the fabric had fallen to the floor. His hands were roaming all over John's tanned body, and over his battle scar that went through his shoulder. John was now working off Sherlock's pants, tugging them off and tossing them into the pile of forgotten clothes.

"Sherlock...I need you,"John breathed against Sherlock's neck, making Sherlock moan in agreement.

"Oh God, John...Enough words, just do it." Sherlock moaned out, his fingers in the soft sandy brow hair, lightly tugging. Both of them were completely naked, their hardened erections grazing lightly against each other. Sherlock was growing a bit impatient, his wild lusty feelings making his mind go fuzzy. John had flipped Sherlock onto his stomach, lifting his hips up. He spit on his fingers, inserting the digits into the prince who was writhing beneath him.

After a few moments of John scissoring Sherlock, he felt Sherlock begin to shake underneath him. Sherlock; who was holding onto the sheets for dear life, his face buried into his pillow, was moaning and yelling out like a girl. He felt John's hard erection pressed against his leg as John had his way with him, making Sherlock moan out in more pleasure. He was bursting with pleasure, the way John was rubbing his fingers against the one spot that made him see stars, sending him closer to the edge.

Sherlock reached for his weeping erection, causing John to growl as a warning, making Sherlock stop reaching. He removed his fingers from Sherlock's hole, making the prince whimper in disagreement. Without any warning, John quickly lined himself up with Sherlock's hole, his hands on his hips, and slowly pushed himself into the tight flesh.

"Oh God John!" Sherlock cried out, clenching his fist into the sheets.

"Mmm, Sherlock…" John moaned out, he wanted so badly to pound into Sherlock, but restrained himself. The warm heat that was sucking him in made it unbearable, yet he didn't want to move too fast. He had himself under control, and was going to wait for Sherlock to get used to it, but Sherlock just knew how to push his buttons.

"John...Please hurry up and move...I-I can't last longer…" Those words sank into John's brain, quickly processing. He gripped Sherlock's thighs in an iron grip, pulling out and thrusting back into Sherlock hard. John angled himself to where he was hitting Sherlock's sweet spot over and over again, making him moan out made noises like animals, sweating over each other, exchanging heat and bodily fluids, and panting one another's name.

Sherlock was so close to the edge, along with John, who wanted badly to release into the pale body. Sherlock wasted no time in reaching for his erection this time, quickly pumping himself into release. As Sherlock came onto his stomach, his muscles clenched John's thrusts, making John grunt is pleasure. In a few more thrusts John came into Sherlock, both moaning out each others names as he did.

After a few moments John pulled out slowly, breathing a bit hard. He settled himself next to Sherlock, somehow covering both of them up with a blanket. They moved closer together, Sherlock wrapping his arms around John, and John snuggling his head into his chest. The dimly lit room set the mood for slumber, both openly welcoming it with open arms.

"John…" Sherlock said, his hands moving up and down John's back. John grunted in response, too tired from their activities to say anything. "I want to say...I really love you…" Sherlock's voice was low, making John smile into his chest.

"And I love you...Always." He replied, his voice a whisper as sleep was overcoming him. They passed out in each others arms, soft breaths escaping their lips.

Even though Sherlock's curse couldn't be broken, and he still changed every new moon, it didn't matter to John. As long as Sherlock was no longer alone, and Smaug did not try to kill him..It was alright. And they lived happily ever after...

The End

"Wait. This ending is horrible." Said the detective over the slim blue book in his hands, making the doctor scowl.

"Now how is that a bad ending?" The doctor asked, making the other roll his eyes in annoyance.

"Who would ever like a story that ends with the two just shagging and not finding a cure? Also, in the beginning. The prince should have trust issues, and not just allow strangers into his tower if he knows he's a man-eating dragon… Maybe he wanted to trick the farmer, and then eat him?" Now it was the doctor's turn to roll his eyes.

"Sherlock, the prince just wanted a friend. And then they fell in love. What's so wrong with that?" He asked.

"John, the fact that this story is so common is what's wrong. Aside from that, the main character who is locked away with a dark secret, and the love interest who will do anything for the other party. It seems so overused…" Sherlock set the book down, making John rub his eyes.

"Well whatever, it was just some story one of my patients wrote for me to congratulate us on our wedding anniversary

"John, the fact they wrote a gay fan fiction about us is highly disturbing. And I am quite concerned about you going back to work with them there." Sherlock stated, his voice was low.

John stretched, yawning a bit."I liked it though. I mean it was very interesting hearing about you turn into a dragon. But, enough about the bloody story, it's getting pretty late, we should get to bed love." John said while he got up from his chair which was across from Sherlock. He extended his left hand, his wedding band shining in the dim light. Sherlock set the small book aside, still grumbling about the story they read.

"Ah yes, tomorrow... Leaving me here with experiments and boredom...No bloody case, nor a dead body. Sounds like fun." John chuckled, as Sherlock complained. He smiled as Sherlock took his hand, their fingers intertwining as they made their way to their bedroom.

"Goodnight Prince." John whispered as they made their way into bed, settling down, and holding each other in a warm embrace.

"Goodnight farmer boy." Whispered back, his thoughts still full of the story. "Dragons," he scoffed, "couldn't he have been a giant bee instead?" He grumbled, John not even replying to his remark. He just snuggled deeper into Sherlock's chest, his arms wrapping tightly around the slender man's waist. Soon they both fell asleep, the soft sounds of their breaths comforting one another as they cuddled.