Sorry it's taken longer than expected for this chapter. It was another I had to work on and I hope it's OK! I took into consideration the votes that were given, thank you to all who gave their input! A special HUG to Nocturnias (as always) and also PurpleYin, StellaAzurePaladin, Emcee Frodis & LilBookworm89. And thank you to everyone else that has reviewed! You all give me the inspiration to write more! THANK YOU! xxx
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Chapter 5
Things are not always as they appear…
"If you think you can wear me down, then you are sadly mistaken!" Sherlock said to the bulge that was still making its presence known.
"You know I can win this battle. I am in charge of YOU, not the other way around! I will not let you corrupt me!"
He looked down again at the protuberance in his pyjamas and frowned. He had to admit his body was being very persistent. He had experienced manifestations like this before, but had always managed to control the urge to relent and successfully return to a relaxed state.
"How did I triumph last time?" he asked himself, trying to remember but he couldn't. He had a vague recollection that it had definitely happened numerous times before and he had managed to fend it off, but the details of how he managed to do it were nowhere to be found in his mind palace. He even checked the wine cellar but all he found was a headless skeleton…
"Must have deleted them… I need to be more careful about what I delete in future… Oh! Maybe if I think of something REALLY offensive then that will work. Now, what could possibly disgust me enough to bring me out of this state of arousal? Ah! I have it! ANDERSON!"
He closed his eyes and remembered why he hated Anderson so much. His face, yes, that was what irritated him the most. His appearance - he looked like an evil goblin with his pointy nose… and he was such an IDIOT! He had never met anybody so dim-witted in his life. At a crime scene he could never see the most obvious facts staring him in the face and his deductions were always wrong. The evidence could have a big flashing sign with an arrow pointing to it and he would still fail to notice it. And then there was his sordid extra-marital relationship with Donovan. They were the dastardly duo, always plotting against him and doing distasteful things with each other behind closed doors. He knew what they had done, reporting him to the Chief Superintendent, helping Moriarty to ruin him. Ever since he had come back from the dead they had kept their distance and he was glad of that. But their hatred of him still managed to reach him and was deflected right back at them.
Sherlock glanced down at his 'friend' who was showing signs of waning. The method of attack was working! He was victorious!
"Well I suppose that's one thing Anderson is good for… The thought of him made you see sense! I think I'll take a cold shower to make sure you properly behave!"
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Oh faithful readers… you didn't REALLY think that was going to happen did you? This is supposed to be a story about Sherlock coming to terms with and accepting that he has emotions… so to allow the scenario that has just happened would be wrong! ;) And I actually had greater feedback asking for him to give in… so I'm bowing to popular opinion and not cheating! :)
Now it's time for the REAL chapter!
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Chapter 5
The Science of Compulsion
"If you think you can wear me down, then you are sadly mistaken!" Sherlock said to the bulge that was still making its presence known.
"Why now? I don't understand. I've managed to control you for so long…"
He looked down again at the protuberance in his pyjamas and frowned. He had to admit his body was being very persistent. He had experienced manifestations like this before, but had always managed to control the urge to relent and successfully return to a relaxed state. But this time it was different, he was conflicted, not knowing whether he wanted to fight the urge or give into it.
"Oh stupid, STUPID! That's it isn't it? You're rebelling aren't you?" he said, arching an eyebrow. "I've neglected you and now you're staging a mutiny?"
Sherlock shifted uncomfortably on the couch, placing his palms flat down on either side and tried to control his breathing.
"I can't do this… Do you hear me? You're an irritation! All because of… M-Molly and her… undergarments… Her black lacy knickers… Oh no… that's NOT helping!"
Sherlock closed his eyes and snaked a hand down towards the offending protuberance, it hovered hesitantly, not sure whether to continue. Dare he touch it? What would happen once he did? It had been a long time since he had ever touched himself like that and he had deleted most of the data as he had come to the conclusion that the more he remembered the experience, the more likely he would be to give in. But of course that hadn't worked or else he wouldn't be in the situation he was in. His hand hovered for what seemed to be an eternity, uncertain as to whether the brain controlling it wanted to continue.
"Oh Molly… what have you done?" he sighed as he set his hand down flat on his stomach and his fingers crept closer to the edge of his pyjamas. Upon reaching the waistband his fingers fluttered for a moment before slowly sliding underneath. Moving leisurely over curly, wiry hairs and warm skin they reached their destination. He gasped as the full extent of his arousal became apparent. His cock was hot and hard and he could feel the blood surging into it. As he gently stroked down his throbbing muscle it seemed to twitch as if surprised that it was getting physical attention.
"You didn't think I was going to do it, did you?" he said as he wrapped his long slender fingers around the shaft of his sturdy erection. "Well, that makes two of us…"
He lay still for a while simply holding himself, his eyes closed and his breathing was heavy but controlled. He started to imagine what had started it all – Molly. Why had it taken him so long to really see her as she was. With Irene it had been different, he had been intrigued right away and not by her nudity. He had not been able to read her at all, perhaps due to the lack of clothing to give him adequate clues. With Molly it had been a gradual realisation that she was important to him, and more lately that she was a grown woman with feelings for him. Why shouldn't he reciprocate? He had denied himself physical pleasure for so long, and now his body was telling him that he could no longer abstain. Molly was the key to its release from his self-imposed suppression.
"Oh Molly!" he gasped, as he remembered her in his bathrobe sitting on the couch. He recalled one particular moment when she had crossed her legs and sighed. He had stolen a glimpse of bare thigh, but she had immediately covered it up, unaware that he had noticed. His friend, whom he still had grasped firmly in his hand, rather liked the memory…
"Oh you are intolerable!" he said to his cock and gave it a squeeze, which resulted in a surprised moan. "Oh… that's… rather good…" The scales had finally tipped as he gave into the pleasurable feelings he was experiencing. He steadied his hand and began fisting it up and down his substantial length, slow at first but gradually getting faster and faster. He had begun to sweat and his hair was a mass of messy wild locks, the curls of his fringe stuck to his damp forehead. He shook his head to try and shift them away, but they refused.
"I can understand why people do this… sort of thing," he said in a breathy voice. "It's rather… stimulating…"
As the sensations in his groin grew more intense he shoved his pyjamas down with his free hand, exposing himself to the air of the room. He glanced down at what he was doing. His penis was flushed with blood and still very rigid. He flung his head back down onto the cushion and groaned. He needed something more to get off, so he lifted his t-shirt and started to caress his chest, lightly fingering his nipples.
"Come ON! I'm giving you what you WANT! Oh… I'm not? You want me to think about Molly some more don't you? Alright then…"
He closed his eyes and pictured Molly sitting on the couch beside him. She was wearing his plaid robe and he imagined little else.
"Sherlock…" she said in a soft voice and crawled over to straddle his hips. On doing so the robe fell open and she shrugged it off her shoulders. She was wearing the black lacy knickers and a matching bra which was almost see-through.
"They're bigger than I thought…" Sherlock commented, referring to the size of her breasts.
"Would you like me to take my bra off?" Molly asked with a sweet smile.
"Um… yes… YES! YEEEEES!"
Sherlock snapped out of his dreamlike state as his friend decided it had achieved the required amount of stimulation and ejaculated over his stomach.
"Oooooh," he moaned over and over as his body convulsed on the couch and he rode out the remainder of his climax. It took a while for him to settle down and he simply lay still until his cock had returned to a flaccid state in his hand.
"Well that was… enlightening…" he said looking down one last time. "I hope you don't make a habit of this…"
But "who was he kidding?" he had thought to himself. Something inside him had awoken and he knew that he was going to have more experiences with his fleshy friend… He had found a new addiction for the time being…
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Next time... Will Irene finally make an appearance? Will Molly flash her knickers again? Will Sherlock turn into an unstoppable wanking machine? What WILL Mrs Hudson think of all the moaning and groaning coming from 221B? Will we see the riding crop in use?
Stay tuned! But give me a week or so coz the creative juices have to recharge! LOL. Thank you for reading and please review!