Hi guys its been 2 years but finally got round to posting a new chapter :) Hope it's OK, written after a night shift! (Hope the spellings alright i have had no sleep) I may go back and edit, add bits in and add more detail but for now here you are :)
Sherlock swallowed softly… not able to take his eyes off the doctor standing across the room from him.
'Would someone tell me what the hell.. is going on please?!' John pleaded
Sherlock's eyes shifted back toward the detective inspector stood in front of him. Neither of them saying a word.. Lestrade, still rigid, not sure of what would be there best next move, began to croak out a response, 'John..-'
NO! John shouted
'Can someone just clarify this for me, i may have heard wrong.. silly me, but,. i thought i just heard you discussing the fact that that is your baby inside of Sherlock..'
Sherlock sighed gently
Greg cleared his throat before responding ' John were just talking, maybe we can talk to you later'
John laughed, 'No this is a joke... Sherlock doesn't do that.. Sherlock doesn't just do... THAT'
Sherlock raised his hand slightly to try and calm the doctor down a level .. 'John you don't know anything about this, please i will speak to you later.'
John then turned directly toward Greg, glaring at the man, 'YOU RAPED HIM!, You Raped him you did! He would never... he would never have..' John gestured with flailing arms at the two of them.
Sherlock sighed again 'John, you don't know me, i know you think you do but you don't. How do you know this wants my idea?' Sherlock questioned, knowing he was lying.
'This is SICK..' John exclaimed
'For Christ Sake John we shagged!' Greg shouted back, starting to get annoyed and offended at the doctors views
John continued like he had not heard' pacing across the room 'This is absolutely... just SICK!' he exclaimed once again
JOHN! Sherlock bellowed, stopping the man mid pace. 'John, there isn't anything to be concerned about, I am certainly not sick, we, or this, are certainly not sick.'
John at this point was absolutely baffled, not knowing what to think, he just stood still pretty much dumbstruck in the middle of the flat, just staring at the wall behind the two men. He only felt horror that his friend in his eyes, had been 'violated', harmed... hurt. He wasn't accepting any of this.
'John, this hasn't even got anything to do with you, the father of my child does not concern you and should not concern you, I know you're going to have a lot to say to that but please don't. I need to go to bed.' Sherlock pushed past the two men and closed his bedroom door.
Lestrade went to try and follow, before John stood in front of him, blocking his way. 'Oh I don't think so. You've done enough, Leave. Now.'
Greg rolled his eyes and left the furious doctor, his lover and baby behind.
...
An hour later, Sherlock lay snuggled into his bed, warm, cozy, mind calmer than usual, he felt numb, nothing happening in his head. His phone buzzed on the bed side table.
I did not rape you, don't let that nitwit fool you otherwise...' Lestrade
Sherlock lay there snuggled in his blankets, head deep in the pillows, listening to every word over in his head. That word... Rape. He was not raped, well he was, but, he enjoyed it? that wasn't rape right?
Look, I want to see you again. I want to see you more often. L x
Reading the text, Sherlock almost moaned out loud at that small kiss left at the end for him. His hormones were all over the place. He pondered replying, but decided to leave it for the time being. Then came another text..
I want to leave my wife.. L
Sherlock sat upright in bed, staring at this most recent text.
No you don't. SH Sherlock replied with a pout on his lips
Sherlock Holmes, I love you. You turn me on, you make me feel things my wife never did, i never realised that till now. Please, I'll see you soon. L x
A wave of excitement washed over Sherlock, it felt like a dream. That word.. That horrible word, still tore through his system. Well two words.
Wife and Rape
34 weeks
Over the next four weeks, Sherlock got to see a lot more of Greg, now the cat was out the bag with John at least. They had started slow, talking about what they wanted, settling their differences about how distance Greg had been up until now. Then they began spending more.. intimate time together, spending time lying in bed, on the sofa, sharing a kiss or two. Sherlock's mind continuously bouncing back to the fact Greg had a wife at home. Sherlock was madly in love with this man lying beside him, fallen asleep again. Sherlock wouldn't dare wake him, he wanted him to be late him, he wanted his wife to know something was wrong, break up with him.. or something to that effect.
One particular evening on the 17th of December, Sherlock had been waiting eagerly for Greg's return to his bedroom. Sherlock paced up and down his bedroom, holding the small of his back, rubbing his swollen tummy. Becoming inpatient.
Greg finally arrived at the flat, expecting another chilled date night, maybe something more this time, maybe more touch, more intimacy of some sort. Greg barely had a chance to say help to a reluctant John, before his phone buzzed.
Get in here. Now. SH
'How's your wife Greg?' John asked, straight faced, maintaining strong eye contact.
Greg, looked back at the doctor, lips about to move, when he heard Sherlock's door open. Greg nodded at John before awkwardly making his way into Sherlock's room. John watched as the man barely entered the bedroom before Sherlock, whilst looking John in the eye, closed the door firmly behind him.
'Whats got into you? Are you OK?' Greg asked, not sure whether to be concerned or not.
Sherlock pressed the man up against the wall, pressed his lips into his mouth, biting his lower lip, before pushing his tongue deep inside.
Greg was totally taken by surprise, all of a sudden he didn't know what to do with himself. He felt a strong sense of arousal rise up into his chest, all he wanted to do was take Sherlock by the waist, and slam him into the end of existence.
'I want you right now'
'What?' Greg asked sheepishly
'You know exactly what I mean' Sherlock almost growled into his forbidden lovers ear.
The pair began to undressed each other, kissing, nipping, touching... Leading each other to the bed.
All of a sudden, it was Sherlock that seemed hesitant, he wanted to be under Greg's control again. Sherlock's chest heaved heavily yet gently, with each breath, a moan escaped his lips.' T-...Touch me..' he gasped. Lestrade was only too pleased to oblige. He ran his hands across the pale mans chest, one hand on the pregnant mans belly. Lestrade's hormones caved in, he moved in pressing his lips softly yet firmly into Sherlock's trembling mouth, whilst fumbling to remove his belt. Sherlock wouldn't even try to choke back his moans of pleasure, he let himself sound how ever his body wanted with each breath.
Lestrade stopped, both hands now resting on Sherlock' belly 'Wait, Can we even...'
Er, I don't know' Sherlock responded, forgetting about his baby, and any interference with a sexual activity it may have..
Lestrade continued to bite the mans neck, nibbling and placing kisses across his left shoulder. A moan caught in Sherlock's throat as an intense wave of pleasure spread throughout his body.
Sherlock fumbled for his phone 'Ill text John.'
'What WHY?!' Lestrade replied, disapprovingly
'He'll answer me', I don't care what he thinks' Sherlock responded bluntly
And with that. Sherlock continued to text his flat mate the question their evening was relying on.
John can I have sex? SH
John, who was relaxing with the paper at that very moment, clicked on his received message, His face tensed up as he read each word.
Excuse me Sherlock?
Sherlock sighed, rolling his eyes, and tried again.
Is it physically possible John, I question you as a friend and a Doctor, safe for me to have sex with Mr Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade in the next room to you right now. SH
John looked at his phone. He couldn't believe what he was reading. He could only reply to the man with what he wanted to know.
Yes.
John sat, paper in his lap, trying not to unread what he has just read in his mind. He found himself just waiting to hear some signs of movement from his flat mates room. He deiced to read the paper again, to take his mind of it...
...After about 10 minutes however, this became somewhat more difficult. As every few minutes, the headboard would knock onto the wall, followed by deep groans from both men. John eventually decided to go for a walk, when finally, the very clear sound of Sherlock's climax followed by a deep moan from Greg, signified the end for now of Johns torture, gasping for breath as he came back down to earth. John sat back down, staring at the wall in front of him. He had officially got an out of control flat mate, it was like having a teenager.
'Think he heard any of that?' Greg gasped, throwing himself down onto the bed next to his lover
'Of Course he did these walls are thin as paper'. Sherlock bluntly replied
The next morning, Greg had left before John woke up for breakfast. He sat eating his toast with a cup of tea and paper in front of him. He felt as if he was a parent waiting for a child to rouse.
On Que, Sherlock made his way to the bathroom. John heard as went through his usual morning sickness, which had never really left him as a symptom... After a short while Sherlock brushed his teeth and made his way to go back to bed.
John waited for the detective to be at his door before he started up 'Don't think you're avoiding me'
Sherlock stopped, 'I just walked past you John'
John sighed and closed his eyes 'What was that all about then?'
'What?' Sherlock replied
'You know what.. making it very clear that you two are shagging again, there wasn't need for all the dramatics'
'Fucking dramatics? I was shagging the man I love, sorry if that's something you don't know about or have had experience of' Sherlock hesitated as he finished his sentence, even he knew that was uncalled for.
Johns face tensed. The word 'love' ringing in his ears 'That's not what I meant. There was no need for that elaborate text messaging' John gestured towards his phone
'For Christ sake John you're a doctor i didn't think you'd mind' Sherlock exclaimed
'you know that's not what i mean...forget it maybe its me over reacting as always' John opened his paper back up shaking his head
Sherlock rolled his eyes 'John if this bothered you that much just say'
'You know i don't need to say, there is so much i could say, so much I should say, but i don't need to because you already know exactly what I think'
'Acgh' Without warning, Sherlock suddenly grabbed underneath his tummy, grimacing
John jumped up immediately and rushed to his flatmates side. 'Alright come on, whats wrong? Whats the matter?'
Sherlock looked down at his shorter friend.. Even after being a bit of a dick, he would still care for him with the same compassion like any other day..
Sherlock sighed as the pain faded 'John I'm sorry about the texting i know it was a bit much' he admitted, suddenly feeling like an idiot
'forget about that, its OK, now tell me where it hurts' John had pressed his hand on top of where Sherlock's lay
'It's alright now honestly' Sherlock reassured the doctor.
'Did you want me to check you, you haven't let me in weeks. John was referring to Sherlock having his tummy felt, poked, prodded to see where the baby was at. 'You know it could literally come now, any time from 5 weeks early is normal in men.'
Sherlock hadn't really ever thought of it actually... coming out, he had thought of life sometimes with the baby, and how life might get harder the further along his pregnancy went, but never really pondered over giving birth. He suddenly felt very dizzy.
John saw what was happening and helped his flat mate sit down. 'OK alright, try and breathe' John now very concerned got down to his flat mates level. 'Sherlock are you OK? I'm sorry i shouldn't have started on you... are you in any pain?'
Sherlock slightly overcome by everything as well as the amount of compassion shown by his friend, could only reply
'I feel sick'
There was a knock on the flat door, John once again went to answer. Sure enough Greg stood at the door, looking worried,. 'Look John, I know you don't like me at the moment, I'm worried Sherlock hasn't been replying to me the last 2 days, is he alright?'
John sighed, 'He's alright, he might just need some time, he got quite sick yesterday, i think everything happening at once for him in his head, the thought of having it ..'
Suddenly it was apparent to John that Greg hadn't thought about it either, as the colour drained from his face
'John could I just...' Greg referring to coming in to sit down
John sighed and nodded 'Come on, in, I think we need to have a chat anyway'