Once outside the dwarven tunnels, The two men were pounce on by a large dark skinned man.
'John, Sherlock, I had hoped I would find you.' He called in a rough voice. Sherlock dipped his head slightly.
'Milon, it is good to see you.' The elf replied. 'You've become the lead trainer for the army, I see. The last time I saw you, you were just passing into the fighting squadron.' The man smiled brightly at being recognised.
'Yes. But that was ten years ago. You haven't changed at all.' He replied. 'But talking about the squadron. They happened to see you two fighting and we were wondering if you wouldn't mind giving some lessons. Kian said that John was a very good teacher…' He trailed off and looked at the two dragon riders.
'I can't speak for Sherlock.' John said. 'But I would be happy to give some pointers.' Sherlock rolled his eyes good naturedly.
'I will also be there. Even if it's to keep your men off my partner.' He sighed. John gave him a glance which told him that there would be discussions later.
'Good,' Milon cried, 'When will you be ready?' The two dragon riders looked at each other.
'Now, I suppose.' Sherlock replied. Milon nodded and mumbled his thanks, dashing off to make preparations.
Once he was out of sight, the lanky elf turned to his partner.
'Well, I think we've just signed the rest of the day away. So if there's anything you want to do, we best do it now.' Sherlock whispered, running his fingers under the shorter males shirt. John opened his mouth to give a retort only to have the airway blocked by his partners tongue. It turns out the speaking while someone is trying to lick your tonsils is in fact incredibly difficult, as John found out when he tried to speak. The doctor pushed the lanky elf away slightly.
'Seriously, Sherlock?' He asked. 'We're out in public and I'm fine with my cross species sexuality but I'm not going to wave it in everyone else's faces. We still have to be considerate, you know.' The elf looked sheepish for a moment before ramming the doctor up against the nearest wall, attacking his neck with small nips and suckling kisses.
'Luckily for me, I've never been considerate.' He said between kisses while his hands slipped up underneath his partners clothes to the skin underneath. John gasped and the genius somehow saw this as an invitation to invade his mouth again. The doctor had given up all hope of stopping Sherlock and his body definitely wasn't complaining. He moaned and gasped the elf's hips, pulling him so they were standing flush against each other. A polite cough brought John back into reality and he pulled away to see who was there. A woman, clearly a warrior of some kind, was waiting with bright red cheeks.
'Um… Milon wants me to lead you to the squadron.' She said. John nodded and tried to push Sherlock away from him but the elf only put his hands on either side of the wall, continuing the onslaught of kisses. The doctor shot the woman an apologising glance.
'Just give me a moment.' He said softly before turning his attention back to his partner. He took a deep breath then flipped their positions, twisting Sherlock so that he was also facing the walls with his hands being held behind his back.
'Right then, now I have you're attention, you may have the newly discovered sex drive of a common rabbit but I'm not a thing for you to jump on when you feel like it. Ok? Especially in public when we are meant to be somewhere else doing something that you agreed to.' He growled. Sherlock whimpered and John let him go, turning back to the now completely gob smacked face of the woman with a dazzling smile.
'Ok, lead the way.' He said, gesturing with a hand.