AN: FINALLY x) The real Johnlock chapter ^^ After 14 chapters they finally do it! :D I hope I haven't disappointed x

(Sorry thisisforyou ^^;)

CHAPTER 14

Sherlock silently entered the flat late in the evening, and was welcomed with the giant murmur of the TV. Although quiet, John noticed his appearance and ran to him, "SHERLOCK!" He yelled in relief, and Sherlock smiled weakly in response as his small roommate embraced him tightly,

"My little detective," Irene said, pouting like a sulking child. Both roommates abrubly stopped their embrace and Sherlock's face showed pain and weakness, something tha John had never seen before.

"Irene." Sherlock said with a polite nod.

"John, could you give me and Sherly some alone time?"

"No, he can stay," Sherlock protested,

"It's alright, I'll go." He said, entering his room, and blocking out the sound with earphones that pumped out Motown classics from his Ipod,

Irene and Sherlock sat down on the dining table in silence for a moment or two,

"I want you back Sherlock." She said matter-of-factly,

"No." Although his voice was suddenly meek, his answer was definite,

"Why? Because of John?" She mocked, "I told him about us Sherlock, and do you know what he said?"

"W-what?"

"He said you were used goods, spoiled and unwanted." Her piercing tone seemed to get to Sherlock, the woman had always been unreadable to him and he couldn't read through the lie. He was filled with the sudden overwhelming sensation on solitude and anguish, and the woman sat there confidently - watching him suffer, "Oooh, I don't like seeing you suffer," She said, stroking his chin. This lie was more seethrough than the other. She stood up and made her way to the door, "I'll let you digest this, and I'll be back in two days to pick you up for dinner." She winked, and left as suddenly as she came.

The first day without Irene was particularly uncomfortable, John found himself avoiding any sort of contact with Sherlock as the thought of Irene's "Protection" filled his mind, and ended up not seeing Sherlock for the whole day, even though he yearned for him. Sherlock only took this as further proof of what Irene had said, and he ached with sorrow. By the next morning, hunger struck John and he eventually emerged into the kitchen, only to be met with Sherlock.

They stared awkwardly without a sound.

John quickly turned to make his way back into his room when Sherlock grabbed his arm tightly and tugged John towards him, "Is that is then?" Sherlock demanded, "Find out I've been fucked with and are sick of me already? Just used goods? Is that what you really think of me?"

"What are you talking about Sherlock?" John exclaimed with utter disbelief, "I would never think of you that way, your precious to me Sherlock, in fact I-I" he paused, suddenly realising what he was about to say, and Sherlock knew too,

"You what?"

"I... I think I may possibly love you." He mumbled embarrased and hiding the fact with words of uncertainty, even though a wave of clarity had hit him, Sherlock grabbed him joyfully and push his lips onto John's for a deep passionate kiss. It felt good and the tingling sensation in his trousers made John know he was making the right choice. The two embraced as their breaths intermingled and Sherlock made his way for John's pyjama bottoms; sliding them down with ease. The aready hard member longed to escape his undies too, and Sherlock helped it do so. He began to stroke John's developing erection, causing the small roommate to gasp suddenly as he did so,

"Sherlock..." John whispered in Sherlock's ear, helping his manhood rise also. He continued to stroke the member with increasing speed, and John could feel the knot in hit stomach build up. Sherlock could see the nearing release in John expression and let go of the weeping erection, and licked his fingers whilst looking at John mischievously, "What are you looking ahhhhhhhhh" John was interupted by on of Sherlock's slender fingers entering him gently, wriggling gently and locating his prostate. As Sherlock brushed it gently, John's knees shook with the sensation and Sherlock eventually made his way to inserting three digits. As all three fingers pushed the prostate vigorously, John buckled and fell to the ground, on top of Sherlock, whose fingers withdrew from the tumble. "I- I want you Sherlock." John panted, no longer caring about his pride, and giving himself up wholeheartedly to the roommate beneath him. Sherlock carried John with deep look in his eyes and his baritone voce full of seductive vigour,

"As you wish." He said with a sincere smile. Sherlock placed John on the sofa and climbed on top of him. He placed his shaft infront of John's twitching entrance and eased his way in. John yelped at the suddenly knew sensation, and although it stung, he was soon filled with pleasure,

"Move." John demanded between heavy breaths, and Sherlock eased his throbbing member in further and built up a steady rhythm. With each thrust Sherlock hit John's sweet spot, causing his legs to undulate wildly, "Hnnnn, yes Sherlock." He moaned pleasurably, only making Sherlock more turned on. The two carried on with their clumsy and hot and sulty sex throughout the morning, and fell asleep until the evening.

John woke up first, and buried his face in his hands "We had sex on the living room sofa." He couldn't help but also feel childish glee that Sherlock was "his" for now, and that he knew what the new feeling inside was, and he loved the peacful look on Sherlock's face as he slept. Subconciously, he found himself stroking Sherlock's hair and he inhaled the sweet scent oh his shampoo mix with the remnant scent of their actions beforehands. The two continued to sleep until the doorbell rang incessantly. The two woke up abruptly and dashed for clothing, "ARGHSJKAHDGKSA" John yelled as a sharp pain erupted from his back, "Fuck Sherlock." Sherlock quickly aided John in dressing up before sorting himself out, and he made his way to the door,

"Hello Irene," he said calmly. She sniffed and recognised the scent in the room,

"Hel-lo Sherlock" Irene greeted, "Seems you've been busy while I was away," she smirked, "Who with?"

"John." Sherlock replied triumphantly,

"John?" She said, with genuine surprise, "Did he take you then?"

"No, I took him." A sneaky smirk was clear on his face, and in the background were the distance protests of John, who's voice was slightly raspy from the previous moaning,

"Oh, I didn't know you were bi Sherlock,"

"I'm not."

"You're not?"

"John's the only person out ther for me. Male or female,"

"Oh." Irene replied dejectedly, the dissappointment clear on her face, "I know when I've lost Sherlock," she admitted, "Tell John I say "Hi"! Oh, and the minute you fuck this relationship up, I'll still be here," She winked at him, before going for the last time in what would hopefully be a while. When her car grew out of sight, Sherlock buckled to the floor with relief,

"The woman has finally gone" he mumbled to himself.