A/N: Hey! Sorry for taking so long to update! I'm in the process of moving across the country for school. Anyways, this was originally inspired by Animal by... I don't know. I only listen to the Glee cover.

This chapter is just pure smut... without the satisfaction. c;

Enjoy!

"Can we please try to talk without you trying to screw me senseless?"

Holmes is naked. In his bed, his hair is sex-tousled and his lips are kiss swollen. Both sides of his neck have deep purple bruises. So does his left nipple. I don't remember doing that.

We have been so vulgar. Truthfully, all I want to do is screw his brains out. Even now, with his pipe being sucked in by those marvelous lips makes me just a little hard.

"I have suppressed my lust for you for too long. It's hard to think about much else."

His breath hitches. "Are you thinking about it now?"

I laugh without humour. Then I look at him seriously. "Are you sure you want that answer? I thought you wanted to talk?"

Suddenly he's kissing me. "I can't walk with you looking at me like that." We kiss for a very long time, but he breaks it off far too soon for my liking. "Now behave yourself," he commands before getting up, still naked, and sitting in his chair.

"At least put on your robe," I request. He smirks.

"I'd rather not, actually. You'll just have to find some self-control while we speak."

"I'd rather not, actually." I echo, sauntering towards him, crawling on the floor, hands going up his thighs, fingers kneading the flesh by his hips. "I'd rather suck on your cock."

The words are so vulgar and they make his eyes roll to back of his head. They also make him hard.

"Do you want me to?" I ask before sucking on the skin on his hip bone, hoping to leave a mark. God, I do love marking him.

He moans then, his fingers gripping my short hair, pushing me lower.

"Answer me, Holmes."

"Yes," he whispers.

"Don't you want to talk?" I kiss his cock.

"Fuck no," he cursed. I acquiesce.

I had never sucked a man's cock. It felt strange, but I knew from Holmes what to do to drive him mad. I suck the tip and swirl my tongue around the head. I swallow as much as I can without gagging-how did he take it all-and touch what I cannot. He makes a strangled noise when I lap at the slit, getting the few drops of come on my tongue. He tastes delicious.

"Oh, John," he moans as I find my rhythm, sucking and bobbing. I want him to scream. So, I move one hand to secure his hips against the chair and the other… I trail a single finger across his tiny entrance.

No scream, but a long, low moan that goes straight to my cock. A sudden idea comes to mind, and it's so dirty I blush. He's too far gone to notice.

I let his cock slip from my mouth, but continue stroking. I make my way up his body and whisper "Get on the bed."

He just moans again, louder now, rocking his hips into my hand. I squeeze the base of his cock a bit roughly and he gasps. "Get. On. The bed." I hiss, dominance coursing through my veins. He obeys and moves to the bed in a drunken like stupor.

"All fours," I command, standing at the foot of the bed. Again, he obeys, and I wonder if this turns him on as much as it does to me.

That simply devilish thought hits me again and I can't resist. I crawl onto the bed, spread his arse, and lick his arsehole.

He screams. Finally.

I don't repeat the action, but instead flip him onto his back. He pulls me down roughly, kissing me hard. Our bodies press together and the sudden friction takes my breath away.

"Oh, Sherlock," I moan and all my dominance melts away.

I have nothing to say. I just want to live. I already chose him. Why do we need words when my touches, my kisses, tell him all my thoughts? I'm telling him all my secrets and worries with each kiss. He listens. Our bodies are still pressed together, but our passion has slowed to a dull roar. Our lips move languidly against each other. Our arms and legs twine together.

When I'm done, he kisses me deeply, his tongue caressing my own. I can taste his love that he conveys through the kiss. It tastes like roses, sweet and sharp.

Without warning, he rolls our bodies. He straddles me and rolls his hips, breaking out kiss to bite my neck. My hands seem to move on their own, grabbing his fantastic arse and pulling our groins together roughly. His hands hold my chest and his thumbs rubs over my nipples lightly at first. The sensation overwhelms me and I arch my back into him, moaning his name loudly.

It's a game now. Who can drive the other more insane? I thought I had already won, but I hadn't the slightest clue how dirty he could play.

His lips drag up my neck and suck in my earlobe. He then huskily whispers, "I want to tie you up and have my way with you. Would you let me that pleasure?"

I can hardly respond to that, though I know I must. The thought of being helpless to Holmes turns me on more than I dare to admit. Though I don't deny it. Just his words have chilled me with anticipation.

"Yes," I whisper.