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Twelve: I Propose A Bond
Sherlock burst through the door of Mycroft's mansion and found the kitchen instantly and was enraged as he yelled at his older brother, "Where is John!? And why can't he come home!?" His fists were clenched at his sides and Gregory's eyes widened at his state.
He had never seen Sherlock show so much emotion for anyone or anything. Aveen popped out from behind him and waved nervously as Gregory waved back and Mycroft was completely calm. "Why don't you ask him why he can't come home?" he suggested.
"Wha-?" and he turned to see John coming down the stairs. Instantly everything was forgotten as he swept him off his feet when he reached the bottom of the stairs. John squeaked in surprise.
"Sherlock!" John laughed and Sherlock just kissed him furiously, placing his feet on the floor again. But their lips never left each other's as Sherlock automatically deepened it and John's tongue slid into Sherlock's. He was so happy to finally have his lover back in his arms. They both were.
But the happiness dulled a bit as the anger returned and he let go, scolding John about leaving him. John rolled his eyes and looked to Aveen, who had wide eyes and was slowly crying. He pushed the nagging Sherlock to the side and squatted as Aveen wrapped her arms around his neck, welcoming her father back into her life.
She cried into his shoulder as Sherlock stopped yelling and looked to her, his mask falling over his pale skin again. He decided he could just wait until later to ask about John's adventures, when he wasn't so pissed at Mycroft. When he could actually think about John and not the feeling of abandonment.
He observed Aveen and John and the tears John had running freely as well. Sherlock tilted his head in confusion. Why were they crying? And then he felt a sting come to his own eyes. What the hell? What was there to cry about? They were happy, were they not?
Oh, well, that makes sense, I guess. Elaboration: you never realize how much you really missed someone until they re-enter your life. Then you consume them and you remember all the things you had forgotten to miss. Makes sense, yet it doesn't.
John stood, scooping Aveen up and placing her on his hip as she cuddled into his shoulder, "Can we go home now?" he asked Sherlock who just smiled, the mask long forgotten when he was thinking. He took John's free hand as his other slipped into his pocket and he fingered the box under his digits.
He grinned as the tears stopped and they managed to get a cab outside. John slid in first as Aveen let go and sat beside him, Sherlock sliding into his other side. He couldn't help the kisses he put to John's cheek and his neck and his lips.
But John returned them and their hands linked and John couldn't stop smiling. He was finally going home, he was finally at peace. At least for a little while. And he also decided he would do something once they got home.
Sherlock will probably complain that he'll be leaving, but it'll probably only take about fifteen minutes to do what he wanted. And he knew what he wanted…
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"I'll be right back, Sherlock, let go!" he laughed as the detective held fast to his abdomen.
"No! I haven't scolded you properly yet, and we still have to talk about… stuff, John!" he complained. John ruffled his curls and pried his arms off.
"I swear, fifteen minutes," he promised and gave Sherlock a quick kiss and was down the stairs and out the door. He decided he would walk as he needed fresh air.
Sherlock was left in the flat to think about what he was going to say to John about his many emotions. He felt abandoned, pissed, depressed, and somehow he was happy he felt those. He was happy he could feel again.
He set the red box in front of his nose on the table he rested his chin on. This should prove to be interesting. Scold him for leaving, then make up, possibly have sex, and then… Sherlock blushed and he shivered at the thought of John saying yes.
Which begs the question, where was he going now? Why did he have to leave? He said fifteen minutes, so it couldn't be too terribly important. Maybe it's just a small errand and then they could finally relax.
Aveen walked into the kitchen and eyed Sherlock, then the box. "What's that?" she asked. He explained everything to her, and she grinned. "I'll leave you to that, then," as the door opened and John stomped up the stairs impatiently and greeted Sherlock in the kitchen. Luckily he had slipped the box back in his trousers before John had the chance to see it.
John prepared himself for the scolding Sherlock had promised. But Sherlock hugged him, kissed him, and sat him down. "I decided not to yell at you," he explained. "But I still want to know why you had to so heartlessly abandon me for so long," he eyed John as they had both their hands joined on the table top.
John's eyes dropped to their hands, where his thumbs were massaging Sherlock's and he looked back to those blue eyes that had a hint of grey. He loved those eyes.
And he finally explained, everything. Mycroft and his conversation in the hospital, his leaving, his adventures of murder. And his feelings about it all. About how he missed his boyfriend and his daughter and even Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock laughed when he got to that.
Then it was to the weirdest part of his adventure. The part about the pink turning red stuff. The part that he was sure would make Sherlock drop his hands and walk away. But Sherlock simply tightened his grip and they kept eye contact. John's blue eyes were sad as he expected Sherlock to leave.
But they brightened as he hadn't. Sherlock smiled, "I will have to figure out what the red thing is about," he said. It was interesting. But he thought it was even more interesting when John had described what he had seen between Mycroft and Gregory. Mycroft was always against love, as Sherlock had been. But as Sherlock had, he changed.
"In the meantime?" John wondered.
Sherlock just smiled nervously as he leaned over the table, "I love you," he whispered as the sound of the metal under his shirt was prominent and John's eyes widened. Both at those words and that familiar sound.
"I love you, too," he kissed Sherlock's ear and his hands wandered to Sherlock's shirt. He had to know if that was what he thought it was. His hand reached down Sherlock's open flannel and Sherlock grinned as he thought John was after something else.
But then the chain was pulled out from under and his playful grin slid to a simple smile as John gawked at what he hadn't seen since they moved in together. He wanted to ask if they were his, but he knew they were as his name was written on them.
And yet, his mouth was still stupid in asking, "Are these my dog tags, Sherlock?" Sherlock blushed.
But he said, "That really is a stupid question, as they have your name on them. But, yes. I found them on the floor and I took them because…" why had he taken them? "I took them simply because they were yours," that was easy enough, and still the truth.
He looked up to the man hovering above him and Sherlock had to put his hands to the table to steady himself as John crushed his lips to Sherlock's. Sherlock chuckled against John's lips and John let out a low and short moan.
"Sherlock," Sherlock rested his forehead to John's and hummed in response. "I have a question for you," he looked into those eyes and they had all of his colors, green, blue, and grey. Somehow, they all tangled in there and it was beautiful.
The detective looked into his doctor's eyes and into the dark blue he said, "And I have one for you as well," he smiled and walked around the table to stand at his soldier's side. He slid his hands in his pockets, looking down on John.
And then there was his nerves. They ruined everything. Making him sweat lightly and his throat go dry and all the stupid shit he could do without. But John saw all of this, and he smirked to see the sociopath nervous about a simple question.
"I think you should ask first, Sherlock," he looked up at him expectantly. Sherlock simply nodded and fingered the box for the last time before he decided to just get it over with.
And then he was on one knee in front of John. His hand still in his pocket, and when he finally pulled that little red box out, John's eyes widened. Was he really…? "John, I may be an arse, but you've dealt with me enough to love me. And I wanted you to know, that I return your love completely and that you should stay," he opened the small box to reveal a band of silver, "with me, for as long as possible," damn.
"You know, Sherlock," and he was worried John would say no, "it's funny you ask, because um," he chuckled nervously and plunged his own hand in his pocket. And when it came back out with a box covered in purple felt, Sherlock froze. "I was to ask the same," he opened the box to a band of gold and Sherlock's eyes almost fell out of his head.
"I- I… I don't understand. Is that a yes?" Sherlock stuttered and John laughed, pulling Sherlock from the floor to sit on top of him in the chair.
"If I wear yours, will you wear mine?" Sherlock finally gave an open mouthed smile and nodded furiously. John slipped the gold to Sherlock's finger as Sherlock did the same with the silver. Funny how things turned out, isn't it?
There sat the boxes, side by side, the red and the purple and it was gorgeous as Sherlock's lips landed on John's. Slow, meaningful, telling each other to never leave, never, ever again. And the moment wasn't ruined, really.
It was… compromised, as Aveen came trotting to the kitchen. She giggled when she saw Sherlock sitting on John like that, and he scowled at her. She stuck her tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes. Then Aveen's complaint made them both remember, "I'm hungry."
John nodded, "Angelo's?" he asked Sherlock as he stood and Sherlock simply nodded, smiling. Angelo had always insisted that those two were together, and now look! John also realized what Sherlock was thinking about, and he chuckled under his breath. "C'mon," and he took Sherlock's hand as he scooped up Aveen with the other.
Eve settled on their new couch, it was plushy and soft and reminded her of Mary. Mary giggled when she sighed and pulled the blond to her lap. Eve stroked her hair and suddenly said something that wasn't exactly expected, "I did it for you."
"What do you mean?" Mary's brows furrowed in question.
"Leaving Sherlock to the Elders, I did it to stay with you," she explained.
"Why?" her smiled faded quickly as she looked to her lap and back to Eve's eyes. Those lovely gems that could make anyone melt.
"How do you mean, 'Why?' Because you're worth it," she brushed Mary's hair from her eyes and swept what she could behind her ear.
"Um, not really. I'm a cold hearted assassin, and pregnant, let's not forget. And on top of it all, John left me for a man. Don't you see anything wrong with this picture?" she gestured to her face, then the rest of her.
"So, strong, brave, sweet, beautiful, and with a gorgeous child is wrong? Tell me how that works?" Eve asked, and Mary had no words to contradict the ones Eve just gave her.
All she could muster was, "I love you," and Eve laughed. And Mary's low giggle joined her and they had no idea why they were laughing, they just thought something was funny. Perhaps it was laughing off tension. They didn't know, but before long they were breathless and wiping tears from their eyes.
"I love you, too, Mary," Eve said, still a little winded. But the breath was knocked from her again anyway as Mary's lips found hers. And then Mary was straddling her on the couch and Eve gave up, flopping on her back and Mary's lips parted hers. And her tongue, God, it was euphoric.
Eve and Mary hadn't had a good snog in a while. Not since Aveen was with them, and she wasn't here to stop anything now. Hmmm… Eve hummed into Mary's mouth, hoping she would get the memo. Mary got it alright, and moaned into Eve's tongue.
And then Eve's hands were pinned above her head With Mary's fingers locked in between her own. "Mary," Eve warned and her fangs poked her bottom lip, and she smiled. She decided to continue into, "I'm in need of a good shag," she smirked.
"Happy to oblige, darling," she whispered to her ear and her fangs also descended as she nibbled at Eve's ear with them and she moaned. Then they were tracing the vein in her neck and she shivered. But Mary had to ask before she did anything, "May I?"
Eve nodded, whimpering. Mary's teeth sunk into her slowly, savoring the flavour of her skin and eventually the blood that hit her tongue. Her new wound was seeping blood before she could moan from the pain and then the pleasure that followed. Her vision was blurring as the drugged feeling set in and she was consumed by the lust that trailed along.
And Mary's touch was magnified as her tongue against her skin felt so good. She sighed and moaned when the holes in her neck were closing and Mary's lips put apologetic kisses over it. Her soft lips eventually travelled to her shoulder that was blocked by her shirt.
Mary's fangs were still descended and she used them to her advantage. She traced Eve's exposed collarbone with one and when her shirt was over her head, they traced her bra-line, which just happened to be just above her nipple.
She moaned as Mary stripped her own shirt and was on her again with kisses and licks torturing her collar bones and the part of her neck that connected to her shoulders. She found a sensitive spot and tried her best not to cut Eve again as she left a love mark.
This all just made Eve whimper under her touch, and she hadn't realized that her jeans were undone and to her knees. But when she did, she kicked them off and put Mary under her. She decided she would get one trick in before Mary took over completely.
And unlike Mary, she didn't ask before sinking her teeth into her pretty little neck, and Mary gasped as her toes curled into the cushions of the couch. Eve moaned against her neck and she knew Mary would be suffering from the same symptoms of uncontrollable lust now. She licked at the new wound, making it heal.
Now she took advantage of the heightened lust and feeling by sinking down to her knees and undoing Mary's trousers with her teeth. It was actually surprisingly easier with fangs to help. Mary's legs shivered under Eve's as she pulled down her pants as well.
Then she pulled both off in one swift motion and realized that Mary was still wearing her bra, and so was she. This was problematic. So she simply moved up again and placed kisses to Mary's lips as her claps was undone and there was her bra on the floor. And Mary returned the favor, knowing Eve couldn't do it herself in this position.
But before she was down again, Mary insisted she have her pants gone as well. It wasn't fair that Mary was completely starkers and she wasn't. And eventually they were both naked as the day they were born, and Eve's breasts brushed over Mary's abdomen as she placed kisses down her body and reached her thighs.
She tortured the skin with her teeth, nipping and biting. Not enough to draw blood, thank God, but enough to make her moan wriggle in anticipation. Eve left a slowly formed love mark on Mary's thigh and moved to the curls that were so adorable on her.
Her nose was tickled by said curls as her tongue and teeth tortured Mary's clit. She moaned and begged for more when Eve slid her tongue into Mary. And her fangs somehow hit the outside, making this sensational zing zoom through her body.
Eve hadn't noticed she had used her fangs until she heard that scream of a moan. And she used this to her advantage as her tongue curled, licking at Mary's walls. Making her crumble like cake, and she was as tasty as cake, too. When her tongue receded she nipped at Mary's clitoris and it left her throbbing for more.
But Eve left her and made her take action as Eve was pushed into the cushions. Mary growled as her fingers were mercilessly plunged into Eve. She loved it when the blond took over, she was always so sensationally dominant.
Mary's fingers curled and scissored as her thumb made loving strokes to her clit, making her moan louder than Mary had. She chuckled as her kisses went lower and lower and her fingers were replaced by a tongue and teeth.
Eve could have passed out and came right there if Mary didn't go easy on her with the first few flicks of her wonderfully wet tongue. Eve couldn't help the moans she let free as Mary's name was somewhere in that mess of excuses for words. Mary loved leaving her speechless or confused.
And then her tongue was replaced by her fingers again as they were as deep as she could go. And somehow, she hit that spot that made Eve scream a moan. Mary was confused at first, then realized what she had done and stroked there, making Eve's breath leave her as she was shaking violently.
Every time Mary's fingers stroked, she jumped from the lightning shooting through her legs and her abdomen. And she couldn't hold on anymore and Mary's hand was soaked. Mary's chuckled as she licked the sweet taste of Eve from her hand and fingers.
Eve swore if she hadn't just been dealt with, the sight of Mary licking at her fingers would have made her horny again. And as Mary was about to relieve herself from the painful arousal, Eve didn't stop her fingers from going inside herself.
She simply pulled one of Mary's out and placed two of her own in with her, pushing Mary's digit to her walls as Eve took advantage and tried to find that spot Mary had found. And she was about to give up when she heard a delicious low moan turn to a growl as she finally found it.
"There?" she purred into Mary's ear as she nodded.
"Right there," Mary moaned and Eve's fingers glided over that spot again and again. Very soon Mary was riding through her orgasm and the next thing she knew she was laying on Eve. She was panting short breaths as her fangs disappeared.
Eve's were gone as well as her hand was still wet and she decided she liked the way Mary tasted when she licked it clean. Mary grinned as the pleasure was still fading and she was kissing Eve again. "Mary," Eve started under another kiss.
Mary hummed into her lips, "Yes?"
"We have a mess to clean up," she gestured to the clothing on the floor and the sweat they had built up. Mary sighed, grumbling about her always being right. Eve chuckled as Mary was standing, stretching out her tired limbs.
She had almost no energy left as she bent over to pick up their clothes. Eve saw this as an opportunity to give Mary's bum a good swat and Mary squeaked. Eve grinned as she headed down the hall to the bathroom they haven't used yet.
Jesus, they weren't even settled and they had already had sex on the couch. This should be fun…
"Sherlock, you finally did it?!" Angelo congratulated the couple, and saw they were both wearing a ring. Sherlock didn't feel like elaborating on why they were both wearing one. And Aveen just stood there, grinning like an idiot, but saying nothing. "Well, anything you like, free of charge," he said as he ushered them to a table.
John smiled at Sherlock's glare at some of the people who were staring at the couple and their daughter. Aveen waved to this one woman who waved back and smiled. The man sitting beside her seemed disgusted and she kicked him.
He glared at her and Aveen laughed. John was confused but Sherlock had seen what the woman had done, and he was smiling too. John rolled his eyes as Sherlock and Aveen exchanged glances and they started laughing. John quirked a brow at them and they just continued laughing.
He shook his head and picked up a menu to try to distract himself with. And then he felt Sherlock's foot running up his calf and he kicked it away, blushing. Sherlock loved that response and did it again. John's face was red before he quit.
Aveen smiled at John, who simply returned it and they ordered when Angelo came back out with the candle he always sets down in front of them.
"Why did you stop him?!" he yelled at her.
"Do you really want to know why?" she asked calmly.
"Yes! Now!" he demanded and she shook her head and smiled.
"Because I gave him a new assignment," she replied, and snapped her fingers and a man appeared from behind her and he had a blade. A lovely kitana that could easily kill anything. "Because instead of punishing Sherlock, I will punish you," she smiled warmly, despite the blade behind her.
"The other Elders would never allow that!" he said, trying to have his pathetic life spared.
"Oh? I consulted them this morning after relocating Mary and Eve, and they agreed that you deserve this," she gestured to the sword as the man behind it grinned.
"That- what?!" she simply chuckled as the pretty blue blade was quick and his head rolled from his shoulders. She was happy to finally be rid of that cock, and she turned to the assassin.
"Thank you," she said and bowed slightly and he nodded, saluting and disappearing out the door. "Chao!" she called to the dead body that was bleeding like Niagara Falls, and she also disappeared out the door.
She thought about punishing Sherlock for the murders of her kin, but honestly, all he did was eliminate a threat. So she decided she would let all of it slide, and if he slipped one more time, she would strike. Otherwise, she was dormant now.
Of course, she was now alone in watching this part of the world's Vampires, but she didn't care. Being alone was much better than being stuck at that retch's side…
"Mycroft," Gregory giggled, "I have to get home, and eventually back to work. And so do you," he stood from Mycroft's lap. He growled, making Gregory lay on the bed under him as he placed kisses to his neck.
"I know, that's why I don't want you to go home, because then I have to try to work while thinking about you," he complained and Gregory gave him a long and wet kiss.
"It's okay, I'll have the same problem," he pointed out. "But I have to go," he wriggled out from under Mycroft and pulled the door open, only to have Mycroft attached to his back as they wobbled down the stairs. His arms were possessively around Gregory's chest and waist as they reached the kitchen where Greg had left his jacket.
Anthea gave them a suspicious look as Gregory shrugged it on, and she managed to look away to the floor when the silver haired man gave his MI6 man a kiss. Mycroft huffed in irritation as he sat in one of his chairs. It was late and he was kinda hungry now.
He would ask Gregory to stay for dinner, but he knew the DI had a lot of work to catch up on. "I love you," Greg mumbled into Mycroft's ear.
Mycroft nodded, whispering it back and there was one last kiss before Gregory left…
Sherlock had finished what he was going to eat for the night, and propped his feet up on John's chair, in between his knees. John was blushing while he finished his food. Aveen wondered what was happening under the table, but she also didn't want to know.
John hated that Sherlock was doing that to him. But at least Aveen was sitting in just the right position to hide what Sherlock was doing. He had taken the liberty of rubbing his heel across John's groin a few times and John swore he could have choked the life out of that arse. But not seeing Sherlock in so long, it was getting him hard just thinking about all the things he wanted to do.
Sherlock could see that John was getting ideas, and he knew tonight they would have the best welcome home sex ever. Sherlock himself was getting ideas. But Aveen was clueless as they exchanged aroused glances and were out the door.
John left a tip for Angelo, simply because he felt bad that he couldn't pay. And Sherlock hailed a cab, reciting their address. Aveen sat beside John on the inside and Sherlock sat by the window, smooshed into John, whispering dirty things to him.
Sherlock didn't swear much as he described in explicit deatil, but just his voice made John harder. And once Sherlock finished and nibbled on John's ear, John returned the favor, and he had the mouth of a soldier alright. But when he finished, he kissed Sherlock's earlobe and left a trail of saliva on his pretty, pale neck. Sherlock shivered.
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"You have school in the morning, little miss," John wiggled a finger at her, and she rolled her eyes.
"I'm so looking forward to sitting beside complete idiots," she said sarcastically.
Sherlock laughed, "Then make sure to show off as much as possible," he patted her head, and her wet hair. She huffed and kissed her fathers goodnight before slipping into her bed and John tucked her in. He moved her wet raven colored hair and kissed her forehead.
"Sleep tight," he soothed and she sighed, dozing right then and there. She was really tired. And when John reached the door, her breathing shifted and he knew she was already getting deeper into sleep.
Sherlock stood in the doorway of their room when John returned, and he was only wearing his pants and John's dog tags. And it was funny, because his pants were the same color of purple that his button-up was. John loved that color against his skin, and the silver against his chest.
"John," Sherlock hummed and John walked past, stripping his shirt and his shoes and eventually his trousers. John slipped under the covers in only his pants as well and motioned for Sherlock to get in with him.
So Sherlock rested his head on John's chest as he said, "I want to try something new," he looked up, and kissed John's jaw.
"What would that be?" John asked, wondering what he could possibly want now. He knew they were going to end up shagging, but what could make it any better.
And when Sherlock made a suggestion, his eyes widened and he chuckled nervously while blushing furiously…
Now you have to wait for his idea... Mwahaha... Reviews?