Twenty: Just Us And The Darkness
Sherlock was now complaining that the case wasn't good enough and that he wanted more food! John shoved his hand over Sherlock's mouth, "Shut! Up! Dear God, could you be any more annoying?!" as he walked out to the kitchen.
Sherlock rolled his eyes and toed his shoes from his feet as he was behind his husband, "Sorry, it's just that I'm so bored, and Aveen's awake," he started to whisper, "so I can't make love to you," he complained quietly. John's eyes widened and he blushed.
Sherlock really had a way with that voice of his, "Sherlock, I'm ordering dinner, and then we can eat, and you can do what you like to me," he smiled and kissed Sherlock lightly.
Sherlock grinned, "That actually sounds like fun," and Aveen flipped on the telly. She hadn't watched telly in forever, and she settled into her usual spot at the end of the couch.
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Dinner wasn't the best, but Sherlock was hungry, and he ate anyway. Not eating for about two weeks was bad, and he now vowed to eat at least one thing a day. He couldn't stand being hungry anymore.
So as everyone finished, Aveen disappeared for a shower, and John and Sherlock grinned at that word. 'Shower'… it sounded nice, but it would have to wait. Besides, John wanted to have some fun before they jumped into the shower.
Aveen came out with dripping hair and a brush, and John scooped her up as he handed the brush to Sherlock, "Do you want to try it?" he said as he turned her to where her hair was towards Sherlock.
Sherlock gripped the brush harder and nodded, "I guess I could. Don't you always start from the bottom, John?" and he grinned at how dirty that sounded.
John blushed as he realized, too, that that sounded so wrong, but he nodded, "Yes, I do," and he grinned. Sherlock nodded, knowing their conversation had become double sided as he started with slow strokes to her long raven black hair.
It was soon finished and she smiled, giving her parents a kiss each before heading back to bed, with John following. He tucked the blanket under her and smiled, giving her a kiss to the cheek and one to her forehead before standing from the edge of the bed.
"Good night, darling," she smiled and nodded as he stepped out of the room. but Sherlock pushed past John and sat on the bed himself. He repeated John's actions, and said something similar.
"Night. Sweet dreams for a sweet girl," and she blushed as he stepped out to a surprised John. "Please, John, she deserves more than that as a thanks for the things she's done to help us," he reasoned and John nodded, smiling.
He closed the door lightly and slammed his lips to Sherlock's, happy that he did care. Sherlock did love Aveen and John, and he wasn't a heartless psychopath. Not that John ever thought such a thing, but now it could be proven that Sherlock had a heart, and it beat against John's palm as he rested his hand to Sherlock's chest.
"I love you," John sighed and looked into those eyes.
"I love you more," Sherlock teased and John took advantage, saying more.
"I love you most," he said cheekily, and Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Not even," and John smiled as their lips connected again. They had stumbled, a lot, getting to their bedroom, but they didn't want to leave each other's lips, ever again. And they did eventually make it through the door as it was slammed shut with John's body.
John was fine with being dominated tonight, because he wanted Sherlock all over him, and inside him. And Dear God, these kisses are making it hotter and harder to breathe. But he didn't care as Sherlock rubbed his thigh to John's crotch, he hissed in pleasure and almost passed out rom the lack of air.
He needed air, but that didn't mean he couldn't be busy doing something else. They parted and John rested his head on Sherlock's chest as his hands went to Sherlock's trousers. He slid the button from the hole in his trousers and zipped the zipper slowly as he caught his breath again.
Sherlock rolled his eyes as his lips were hungry for more of John and he stepped out of his trousers, working on John's jeans. And soon the jeans were gone as shirts and socks joined them on the floor and John grinned at the mess they were making, but the love will be so much more.
They landed on the bed and John's hips were pressed to Sherlock's as they both moaned from the heat of the friction, and just the heat of this moment. They really hoped Aveen was asleep by now, or this would be awkward to explain tomorrow morning.
But right now, all John could focus on was the heat of the member being pressed to his and how he wished it was skin to skin. He couldn't take it anymore as he slid both of their pants off and pushed Sherlock to the sheets, rubbing them together in a sweet rhythm and Sherlock groaned as John sucked in a breath through his teeth.
He let go of this breath in a moaning sigh as Sherlock gripped both of them in hand, and pumped once, twice and decided to be mean by stopping and just leaving his hand there to tease. John huffed at this, but he gave Sherlock kisses and tongue anyway.
God, he hadn't tasted Sherlock in so long, he was beginning to think he wouldn't be able to taste that again. But he tasted so sweet and John? John was like a drug that Sherlock hadn't had in forever, and he was about to overdose.
Sherlock's hand squeezed hard before he let go and John gasped as Sherlock's arm stretched and he dug into the drawer and before John could pretest, he popped open the cap. But John had an idea that would tease Sherlock so much.
He grinned and licked at Sherlock's fingers and took the bottle in between his teeth, Sherlock motioned for him to squeeze and he did as Sherlock's fingers were coated. He spit out the plastic, and his mouth was on Sherlock's as he was right. Sherlock was aching and he could feel it as Sherlock's fingertips teased at John's entrance.
One digit slid in and John moaned against Sherlock's tongue and Sherlock was pleased as he kissed, but was focused on another part of John's body. John stored the flavour of Sherlock in his mind and vowed he'd never forget it, and another finger was added.
He groaned against Sherlock and rubbed their cocks together as Sherlock was barely hanging on. But John kept him here, instead of boiling over the edge. He had calmed enough to keep up as his fingers curled in just the right spot.
"Ah! Sherlock…" John shivered as he could feel all of it, and it wasn't being numbed by Sherlock's bite. Because there was no bite, and John had to say, he was happy he could actually feel everything as Sherlock's fingers did it again. The electricity crackled as Sherlock's fingers spread as wide as he dared and eased from John.
John's moan mirrored his shivers and writhing as Sherlock used what was left of the lubricant to slick himself up, and John almost came on the spot at the sight of Sherlock enjoying himself as well, and as much. John's tongue flicked over Sherlock's lips and Sherlock didn't even bother hiding them as his own joined John's.
John's mouth enclosed their tongues in his own mouth as Sherlock's cock was rubbing against his entrance. "Sherlock," he whispered.
"Mmm, yes, John?" he purred.
John's hands landed upon Sherlock's chest as he demanded, "Make love to me, please?" Sherlock grinned at the fact that John was asking nicely. He almost never... actually, he never had before.
"And what if I refuse?" Sherlock teased and rubbed his head across John's entrance and over that spot between his bollocks and his arse.
"Then I'll have to rape you," he suggested and Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"At this point, it wouldn't be rape, darling," he said gently and John squeezed at Sherlock's nipple. "Ow! That's not fair!" he whined.
"Fuck me or I turn the tables," he threatened and Sherlock suddenly got all flirty again.
"As you wish, love," and he pushed inside of the doctor panting on top of him. His hands steadied John's wriggling hips and held him to Sherlock's cock. The back of John's wrist went to his mouth as his head rolled back and he could actually fucking feel this.
It wasn't numbed, blurred, but memorable, like their first two times. He could feel everything. He could feel Sherlock expanding against his inner walls and he moaned when Sherlock started moving slightly.
Even the slightest of moves made John simply feel, and it was better than any other time he had had sex with Sherlock. Even when it was the other way round, he couldn't feel this much. John screamed Sherlock's name as he brushed over John's prostate. He was pleased, and he didn't even wonder what was so different, as he could feel it, too.
And that was just it, he could feel John around him instead of being partially high from the blood he used to take. He thrust up harder just to hear John scream his name and was successful as John couldn't even get Sherlock's name fully out before he was subjected to howling in pleasure once more.
John's name was put to good use as it was whispered and shouted from Sherlock's lips and John was pleased as he started to finally be able to know what he was doing. He started rocking his hips with Sherlock's fingertips definitely leaving bruises. He didn't care, all he wanted was to never stop this… this feeling of Sherlock in him, loving him in more ways than one.
Sherlock couldn't take it anymore, and he rolled John on his back as his teeth sunk into John's skin. John gasped and moaned as Sherlock had slammed into him on the way down. And Sherlock's teeth on him was actually amazing when he could feel it.
This was so much better than when Sherlock was a Vampire. He loved feeling everything, and Sherlock returned the love as he saw that luckily, he hadn't drawn blood. But he kissed over the spot that would obviously be bruised tomorrow.
Neither of them cared as John's arms wrapped around Sherlock's neck and the friction of the their bodies being rubbed together with each trust took care of John as they were both dripping. Again, John could feel the hot liquid, instead of being numb and dumb to the sensation.
Each time Sherlock thrust into him, he felt that hot pleasure drip and he moaned. Sherlock couldn't help it as he changed their position again, by bringing John down on top of him while he was on his knees and John spread his legs wider, to give Sherlock more room to find his sweet spot again.
Sherlock's arms wrapped around John's waist and held fast as he thrust up faster and harder, and all the while he was searching. But when he did finally find that one spot, John's moaning came to the loudest scream as he couldn't hold it anymore.
Each time Sherlock had moved inside him and it rubbed his cock in between them, it had brought him closer to a sensual climax, and when Sherlock finally found that cloud that let loose lightning, like the thunder that followed, John rode over his orgasm.
Hearing his name come from John like that, that loud and he felt John take hold of his cock with himself as he was so tight, Sherlock gave in and came with the last few thrusts. John moaned and panted as he could feel the hot and sweet liquid oozing and spurting from his lover.
"Sherlock," he panted and said over, and over, "Sherlock," and he almost passed out from the power of the orgasm that now left him. He was actually exhausted. And he had to say, this was so much better than the first time.
He blushed when Sherlock's head was resting on his shoulder and he was repeating John's name as well. John made Sherlock look to him, and his eyes were shining in the darkness of the room, and John smiled, his eyes illuminating his face as he kissed Sherlock for all he was worth.
They poured their heart and soul into this one kiss, and it was hot enough that the breath they had gotten back was gone again. And as tongue was added, it was still slow and John sighed, content with just possibly staying here instead of going anywhere tomorrow morning.
Sherlock was his and vice versa, so why should they have to give this up for something so stupid? But when they disconnected, they realized that they hadn't moved at all, Sherlock was even still inside John as they chuckled.
And as John fell over on the pillows, they burst into laughing and they tried to stop, but when Sherlock looked to John, they started up again. "Why… are we laughing?" Sherlock asked and John shook his head, gathering it before he spoke.
"I have no idea, but what I do know," he rolled over on top of Sherlock, "is that what we thought was a good shagging has been redefined. Yeah?" he dipped in to kiss Sherlock.
Sherlock kissed back as he answered, "Oh hell yes," and John smirked, kissing him again. "By the way, we should climb into the shower, yes?" Sherlock asked and John nodded. They both grinned as John stepped off of the bed and tried to stand up.
But he fell back into Sherlock, who had sat up. Why couldn't he stand? Oh yeah, well, a hellishly good shag will do that to a man. He shook his head as he tried to stand again, but this time, he was brought back down by Sherlock.
Sherlock held John in his arms and put kisses to his neck where he had bitten down. He was basically apologizing for what he had done, and he looked to John's hips and surely enough, they were little red spots where there to be bruises tomorrow. His fingers brushed back over them and John realized what Sherlock was doing.
"Sherlock," the brunette hummed against the blond's skin as he eyed the marks, "Those don't matter," he said as he turned back on Sherlock and kissed him senseless. "If anything, it shows people that I'm yours, and no one else can have me," he suggested.
Sherlock shook his head and his curls bounced as John ruffled them. "But I-" he tried. John cut him off with a kiss.
"No, I don't want to hear it. What I want to hear is the shower water running," he grinned and Sherlock smirked. John stood again and Sherlock swatted his bum.
John walked through the small hall with Sherlock's hands on his waist as a guide in the darkness of the flat. But once the lights were on, he could actually see and started teasing John again. Kissing his neck, and nipping at his shoulder.
John barely got the water on before Sherlock grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer as kisses were also given to John's scar. And instead of hating the attention on it, John loved having Sherlock kiss and lick at his once was wound. "Ready to show me why you were so responsive this time?" knowing what Sherlock was asking, John smiled.
He was still aching and a bit tired, but he could definitely return the favour. As they climbed in under the water, John pressed Sherlock to the wall, kissing his neck and threading his fingers through his hair. He pulled on the curls as their lips met under the water.
"John," John hummed on Sherlock's throat and he closed his eyes at the pleasure as he continued, "I think it would be really romantic if we got to kiss in the rain," he admitted.
John guessed that the shower had brought his idea upon Sherlock. So he replied, saying, "I think so, too. Hope it rains tomorrow?" he asked. Sherlock nodded, "But in the meantime, this will have to do," he reasoned as his lips were on Sherlock's again and their bodies rubbed together again.
"You know what I haven't done in a long time?" Sherlock asked as he stepped away from the wall and instead pressed John to it. John didn't question as Sherlock's kisses became lower on his body and Sherlock sunk to his knees.
His hands rested upon John's chest and he circled his fingertips around John's nipples as the brunette teased the blond with kisses to his hips and thighs. The water washed over John's chest and made everything slide easier and it felt so good having Sherlock's hands on him and his mouth, oh God!
Sherlock had skipped the teasing kisses on his cock and just took half in his mouth. He cherished the taste of John's skin on his tongue as his teeth scraped at John's cock and he pulled off. Now was when he gave kisses and teasing licks.
Oh, John saw what Sherlock was doing, and he had to admit that it was working. John's hips jerked as Sherlock took him in again, but Sherlock's hand was on his hip and held it to the wall, as his other had fingers that were still teasing and pulling at John's perked nipple.
But John let Sherlock take control as he was simply feeling, as he did earlier, and with this, he swore it was better, too. But then Sherlock was standing and pulling John from the wall. "I want you to love me" he said and John nodded, already hard again and he could feel Sherlock. So he wasn't the only who loved their husband's voice.
He grinned as he was put to the floor and Sherlock was kneeling over him, letting water droplets bounce off and around them as their groins rubbed together again. This was never going to get old, and they didn't know why, but it wouldn't.
"John," he teased as his hand left John's body and he slid it behind himself. John watched with stars in his eyes as Sherlock's face flushed in seconds and he thrust a finger into himself. "Gimme," he demanded and John gave him his hand.
He drug John's hand around himself and plunged John's finger in with his own. He moaned when John just realized what Sherlock was doing and he participated, pushing Sherlock's digit to his inner wall and he explored as found that one spot.
Sherlock moaned loudly as John's name was whispered and he smiled as he curled his finger around Sherlock's and brought both of them to his sweetest spot again and Sherlock screamed as he could feel John and he could feel himself and he had never had the chance to do this before. In all his experience with John, this was interesting as John pulled their fingers from Sherlock.
"John," he wriggled and John's cock was pressed against his entrance. "Don't make me beg," he said as John smirked.
"Now that you mention it," John ran his fingers through Sherlock's now soaked hair.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, but buried his head into John's shoulder as he begged, "Please. I want you," no, "I need you," he fixed that sentence and John was slightly pleased.
He pulled Sherlock's body closer and rubbed his cock in between them, "Not good enough," John teased. He pushed Sherlock to the floor as his knees spread and he brought Sherlock's knees to his shoulders. "Tell me what you want, be specific, Sherlock," he purred that name and Sherlock was getting desperate.
"Please, I want to feel you like you felt me, I want your hands on me as you make love to me, please…?" he begged and John gave in, slipping in as his fingers dug into Sherlock's thighs. Sherlock sighed and brought John closer to his whole body.
He wrapped his legs around John's hips and pushed him in further as their lips and tongues connected, and he moaned. He took John's fingers in between his own as they wrapped around Sherlock's cock.
"John," he panted, knowing why John had been so responsive, "harder. John... more," he breathed. John's hips snapped forward.
"Sh," he demanded and caught Sherlock's mouth with his own. But John didn't have the control that Sherlock had, and he pounded into the man under him. Making him moan and occasionally scream John's name as John continued.
John's fingers grew tighter as he thrust and timed the pumps with each one. Which, in turn, means they were pretty fast and amazingly hard as Sherlock screamed. This was a bit uncomfortable, as he was used to having a mattress under him, but it was well worth it.
He could feel John taking advantage, slipping into him and almost slipping out with each thrust and he was just as bad as John was with the noises. Maybe even a little worse, but John was pleased as he hummed Sherlock's name and planted kisses on Sherlock's neck.
These planted kisses grew into flowers of sensation as they could feel the end coming closer with each thrust. It was interesting, as John and Sherlock panted and chanted each other's names, they both came so much closer to screaming.
John got tight in his belly and he could feel himself coming so close. Sherlock then decided that he hadn't had John's mouth on him in such a long time. He held off of coming as John did, and he was confused as he only heard a yelp in pleasure from Sherlock.
"How..?" he wondered as he sat back on his knees and Sherlock stood as best as he could, John's shoulders supporting him. But when he saw Sherlock standing, he hummed as he pushed his face closer and pulled Sherlock's groin closer for kisses.
His licked up and down Sherlock's shaft before taking him in without warning. Sherlock shivered as John took all of him. John hummed and gulped at Sherlock dripping and this was what Sherlock wanted. John's hands tightened around Sherlock's arse as his tongue got harder and his teeth started teasing as Sherlock finally climaxed.
John swallowed and was satisfied at the taste of Sherlock as he struggled to stand up straight, or at all. "Come on, Sherlock. Let's get us cleaned up, yeah?" he asked, and Sherlock nodded, still recovering.
John laughed as Sherlock leaned into him as he squirted shampoo into his sweaty curls. They hadn't made love twice in one night in a long time, let alone it being that good. Sherlock flicked back to the memories he was now storing, and he would have been hard again just remembering it, but he was spent. John's fingers almost put him to sleep standing.
But John finished cleaning both of them as he practically drug Sherlock back to their room. He collapsed on the bed and stayed awake long enough to hear John slide in behind him and whisper the three best words in the universe and Sherlock returned them as he turned round to face his lover.
"Please let every time be that good," he added and John smiled, kissing his husband.
"I sure would hope so, yeah?" and Sherlock nodded, only making his fatigue even worse. He fell asleep, holding John and John gave in as he finally realized just how exhausting shagging your spouse, let alone Sherlock, really can be…
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Aveen was bubbly as she skipped out to the kitchen. Then she looked to John and Sherlock, and decided to just walk away slowly and settle on the couch. The shorter man had decided to climb on top of the tall brunette and was kissing him feverishly.
They had added tongue when Sherlock heard Aveen, but he didn't care as he kept going and John smiled when she had decided to just wait it out. She was sitting there thinking why last night hadn't been enough.
Oh yes, she heard them. Only a bit, but it was enough that she was slightly scarred and then seeing that, nope. She was good. She'd wait. The last sound of separation and John climbed off of Sherlock as he sat in the other chair and sipped at his abandoned coffee and Sherlock called Aveen in, saying it was safe.
She took her seat, and Sherlock saw that she was already dressed as she was eying the two men. Were they going to start again, or was it actually safe? Sherlock smirked at John who blushed and Aveen decided it was fine as she settled.
"Excited to get back to school?" John asked, the blush fading as he sipped at his cup. Sherlock did the same and she nodded.
"Not as excited as I should be, I guess. But," she shrugged, "better than being here with you two," she admitted and John looked to Sherlock past his cup and Sherlock rose a brow. Sherlock chuckled as he placed his cup down on the table.
"What with two people who love each other?" he asked innocently.
"Yeah, in many more ways than one, and it's awkward," she explained as Sherlock and John laughed. John almost choked on his coffee, but he managed and Sherlock just shook his curls.
"Speaking of that, sorry about last night," he apologized and she rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, you should be," she scowled and crossed her arms over her chest.
And she got redder in anger and in embarrassment as Sherlock added, "But it was too fun to stop," and she gave up, stomping back to the main room. John blushed so hard his whole face was flushed as he followed Aveen.
"I hope you know, he's just being an arse," John explained.
"I know, but it's awkward," she blurted and John nodded, agreeing as he heard Sherlock silently laughing. Sherlock had no awkward subject, though. And if someone asked, he'd probably tell them everything about Sherlock and John's sex life. He was just like that, and John had no idea how or why.
"Well, we're going to get dressed and I'm going to make you a small breakfast, then we're walking you to school," he stroked her hair from her face as she calmed. "Sound good?" he asked in confirmation.
She nodded, "Just make Dad keep his sodding mouth shut," she demanded. John swatted at her shoulder.
"What did we tell you about your language?" he warned. She rolled her eyes and John could see how she was far older than she looked and really was. She was already acting thirteen and mouthy. He hoped this wouldn't transfer to her teacher(s) as she got older.
Sherlock had quit grinning when they walked back into the kitchen and Sherlock followed John back the hall to the mess they hadn't bothered to clean from last night. It was why John had dressed quickly and asked Sherlock to please clean this up.
When Sherlock refused, "Come on, you brat. You never even help, now you can do it," he pointed lazily as he slipped his shoes over his socked feet.
Sherlock complained, "But-"
"Shut up, Sherlock," he warned, "and do what you were asked for once," he demanded and Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"I did do what you asked, last night," he looked to John as he was bent over to pick up part of their mess. John couldn't look and he instead stared into those eyes.
"Sherlock, that was last night and we both participated vigorously, therefore it doesn't count," he explained and Sherlock huffed, standing up again and dropping their clothes in the hamper before walking over to remove their sheets, they still smelled of sex and them.
John walked to the kitchen again as Sherlock finished what he was asked to do and he started smelling oatmeal and toast from the kitchen. Sherlock followed the smell and found three bowls sitting at the table and two were occupied.
John gestured to the chair that wasn't being used and Sherlock smiled, taking this spot and eating for the once he would today. Aveen finished before they did and grabbed her coat and backpack as they did finally finish. They followed and grabbed their coats as they were out the door and on the streets.
John checked his watch, and they were actually on time with this as he grabbed Aveen's hand, and Sherlock took the other. They repeated what they did every time as they lifted her feet from the sidewalk for a few seconds and she giggled lightly as they hit the ground again.
No matter how old she was, she would always enjoy that, and her fathers knew this, which is why they then encouraged her to use her abilities as they would pretend to do this. It actually worked as they could feel that they didn't have to lift her anymore and no one questioned as their hands followed and she was on the ground again.
"This is fun," she giggled and did it again as John smiled and Sherlock grinned. Soon they reached the flowers and even sooner was the front of the school, and she said goodbye, kissing their cheeks as she was determined to do every time, and even Sherlock blushed. She disappeared and there was that woman again.
But she didn't make any remarks, she simply apologized. "I'm sorry I misjudged you," she bowed her head slightly. "You daughter is lovely," she blushed in embarrassment as Sherlock and John thanked her. She smiled and walked away with her friends.
Sherlock looked to John, "Looks like her friends talked some sense into her?" Sherlock suggested.
"Either that or it was our wedding in the fucking newspaper," he suggested and Sherlock wagged his finger at John.
"Do I need to repeat myself about the language used in this family? We need to quit that," he explained and John rolled his eyes.
"Fuck you," he said deliberately. They walked back home and reached the flowers when they stopped and Sherlock replied.
"As much as I would love to have you do that, your language isn't clean enough for it," he stuck his nose in the air and John shook his head in disbelief.
"Fine. So instead of saying, 'I want to fuck you hard into the mattress', I would say, 'I would like to penetrate you on the sheets of our bed'?" he asked and Sherlock glared as people started to stare with dropping mouths.
It was funny as Sherlock played along, "Yes. And instead of saying, 'I want to fuck your mouth' I would replace it with, ' I want your tongue and teeth one me until I ejaculate into your throat,'" he replied and John blushed not only in his face, but a little in his pans and Sherlock could see that.
"You really have to stop, people are staring," John noticed. he also noticed that it started to drizzle and soon it was full on raining.
"You started it," Sherlock chuckled.
"And now I'm finishing it, shut up," and he pushed Sherlock to the grass as kisses were put to his lips. "I still love you," John hummed.
"I will always love you," he countered and John rolled his eyes, simply saying nothing as kisses were placed on Sherlock's lips and John hummed, content.
Then he realized, "Sherlock," he hummed a bit in confusion as John pointed to the sky, "it's raining," he said, and Sherlock smiled.
"That it is, now kiss me again," he demanded and Sherlock's lips were on John's again and they both sighed, completely happy with the way things had turned out...
So yeah, should I end it on that note? Or continue into something else? Reviews? Suggestions?