And now, I bring you ANOTHER chapter of this fanfiction! O-M-G! I hope you will like it! :'D And there is some BIG warnings in this chapter ~ Sex, sex and again, sex. Can't cope with it? Skip this chapter! :) ~ xx
"Here you go." John said softly as he served Sherlock raspberry tea in his favourite cup. Sherlock gave him a thankful nod, took a sip of the steaming tea before putting it on the table and sinking back into the couch with his one eye fixed at John.
John sat down opposite Sherlock across the table with a slight smile playing on his lips with his hands folded over his stomach.
"I'm so glad that you are home again Sherlock, I really thought I would never see you again - but here you are – safe and sound." the army doctor said with a big smile. "Well... Maybe not fully safe and sound since you're blind on your left eye but... Still. You are here and you are alive." John added and Sherlock just nodded.
"I am glad I am home too." the detective said slowly, scratching his chin, seeming to be in deep thought. John nodded, feeling kind of awkward and he didn't know what to say. Sherlock sipped on his tea, staring down at the steaming, flavour added water. John cocked his head to the side, wondering what the man was thinking about.
"Did something particular happen when you were kidnapped? Like..." he pondered a bit. "-something that has affected you emotionally or physically?" John asked rather worried since the man was so silent. Sherlock lifted his gaze, now looking at John with an amber coloured eye which made John tense a bit.
"How do you do that? Your eyes or, uh, eye I mean? Do you wear contacts?" he asked confusedly with his forehead wrinkled.
"No John. I don't use contacts." Sherlock replied quietly, sinking his gaze again to stare at the teacup again. John felt quite troubled, he wanted Sherlock to open up and talk with him, but the man didn't seem wanting to.
"Would you like to tell me what happened when you were kidnapped? I would love to hear what happened to you since the way you are acting right now." John asked, looking at Sherlock with a soft gaze but Sherlock kept staring down at the tea.
"No." Sherlock replied shortly and drank the tea before raising himself up from the couch, making his way to his bedroom.
"Sherlock? Sherlock, wait!" John called after him and went after him, gripping the man's long arm and turning him around.
"Sherlock please, tell me what happened. Tell me why you are acting this way." John begged but Sherlock shook his head.
"No John. I can't. Not now. Leave me be, please." he asked and John's heart broke into small pieces while hearing those words. Sherlock didn't want him here. He didn't want him to be concerned. After all, he was 'married' to his work, he didn't need John's concern. John swallowed hard, slowly releasing Sherlock's arm. When Sherlock got his arm released, he went into his room and closed the door with a click, locking the door. John heavily sunk down on the floor outside Sherlock's door, staring at his shaking hands. He wanted so badly to help Sherlock with whatever he had been going through, but the man wouldn't allow him, he wanted to be alone.
"Alone is what I have. Alone protects me." he heard Sherlock murmuring from inside the room and John's heart broke into more pieces. How could he even say things like that when he knew that John had been going around in weeks worrying the hell out of him for Sherlock? John repeatedly beat the back of his head to the wall behind him in anger.
"Stop that John." he could hear Sherlock's baritone voice murmuring to him from his room, John growled in response and continued his beating until he saw small black stars in front of his eyes.
"Stop it!" he heard Sherlock's voice shouting to him, but he continued.
"I won't stop..." bang! "Until..." boom! "You..." bam! "Open..." crash! "The sodding..." slam! "Door!" John growled, green and red stars dancing before his eyes. The door crashed open and Sherlock tore him up from the floor and took him into his room and threw him on the bed.
"That was very childish of you, John!" Sherlock hissed and turned John's body around so he could take a look at John's bruised head.
"You are bleeding John!" the detective growled, went away for a second before returning with a cup of warm water mixed with soap and holding a bunch of cotton pads in his other hand. He helped John to sit up, placing himself behind the shorter man and began dabbing his bleeding back head with a wet cotton pad.
"You are so childish..." Sherlock sighed, but still feeling kind of happy that he was so close to John and having the opportunity to take care of his mate. John laughed softly.
"I only wanted to be with you. I hate it when you leave me alone, and you made me really angry with saying 'Alone is what I have, alone protects me.'" John murmured, flinching little in pain by the wet cotton pad touching his bleeding head. Sherlock put his large hand on John's left shoulder to assure him that he didn't intend to hurt him.
"I didn't aim it to you, I was in phone with someone..." Sherlock replied, continuing with his caring of John.
"With who?"
"Someone."
"Who, Sherlock?"
"Someone."
"God damn it Sherlock, stop being so secret with me! I want to know everything that has happened to you, please! I care about you! I don't want you to go around with all kind of emotions without telling them to me! I want you to be happy and stop being so locked up in yourself, I want you to open up to me and tell me things about yourself, please. Can you just do it for me?" said John frustrated while tears had started to blurry his vision. "I have been so worried for you and you won't tell me a single thing." he whispered, the tears in his eyes ran over and made their way down his cheeks. Sherlock curled his long arms around John's upper body, hugging him tightly.
"I'm sorry John... I wish I could tell you everything, but I can't. I can't tell you right now." Sherlock murmured close to John's ear.
"Why not? Why do you have to be so secretive?"
"Because it would be too much for you if I told you everything now. You wouldn't be able to take it all in."
John quieted down, sighing deeply. He wanted Sherlock to tell him, but he had to wait if that was what Sherlock wanted. Sherlock released him and lay down on the bed with John doing the same. He looked into Sherlock's eye and Sherlock looked back into his eyes. John licked his lips before saying:
"I would... like to try something... with you..."
"Like what?" Sherlock asked but he already knew the answer and it made his senses going into a high drive. He could see John's face lit up with a smile before leaning into him with closed eyes. Sherlock closed his eyes as well and suddenly, a pair of very soft but rough lips were touching his. Warmth spread through his body, much as it had did when he had done the same to Irene but this was something different. This was John, his John and everything he knew would change after this night. Sherlock felt John's fingers digging into his hair, his tongue gently licking Sherlock's lips. Sherlock couldn't help but moan, and parted his lips to give John an entrance to his mouth.
They kissed for a while before breaking the kiss for need of air. When they had caught their breaths, John gently pushed Sherlock backwards against the wall and attacked Sherlock's neck this time, kissing, sucking and licking it. Sherlock turned his head so the blond could have better access there and he could feel his manhood starting to swell in his pants painfully. In a second, it was grabbed with John's strong hand through the fabric and soon Sherlock was gasping for air and panting heavily. He really liked the fact that John was acting like a werewolf would have acted, first demanding dominance over the female and then beginning the act. Sherlock could just be still and savour the moment. How he had waited to share this magical moment with John...
John moved his way up to Sherlock's lips again, snogging him furiously while thrusting his hips against Sherlock's, causing the lanky man to moan loudly in pleasure. John started to unbutton Sherlock's tight buttoned shirt while kissing and biting Sherlock's lips, then he took off his own clothes until he was standing only in his underwear. Sherlock did the same and now they were only in their underwear, pushing their hard erections against each other. Sherlock leaned in to John's neck, giving it love marks while massaging the army doctors erection, causing the shorter man to hiss and moaning in pleasure.
"Mmm... Sherlock... Ah... So good." he moaned and Sherlock returned his moaning with another bite to his neck.
"Oh ahhh..." moaned John when his bruised skin opened up, bleeding a bit. Sherlock quickly lapped it up before taking his own last pieces of clothes off, then he went down to John's legs and drew his boxers off. John smirked and licked Sherlock's lips before positing himself so he was on top of Sherlock instead.
"I'm the alpha here..." he joked with a small laugh and Sherlock smirked at him.
"If he only knew..." he thought darkly.
John leaned down and kissed Sherlock violently, causing the taller man to moan inside his mouth, then John put his hand around Sherlock's already weeping member, moving it slowly.
"Aaah..." Sherlock moaned pleasurably, rocking his hips in the same pace as John was jerking him. John started biting Sherlock's neck again while moving his hand faster causing Sherlock to scream out in pleasure. A second later, John let go of his member and instead he pushed one long finger, slick with lube inside Sherlock's tight hole. This made Sherlock gasp, his hands fisting the sheets.
"Where did the lube come from?" he thought.
It didn't hurt, Sherlock found out, but it did feel a bit weird. He slowly got used to the feel as John started to thrust that finger in and out, then he added a second finger and Sherlock let out a whimper of pain. John stopped with his thrusting for a moment, frowning as he realized he had caused Sherlock pain, but Sherlock told him to carry on, he knew it would feel better soon and right now, the friction felt wonderful. Sherlock let out a loud cry, his eyes going wide then screwing shut as he dug his now sharp claws into John's back.
"Do-does it hurt?" John asked, his voice husky and wincing at the seemingly sharp nails in his back.
"N-no, go on please." Sherlock moaned, trying to push himself down on John's fingers so the blonde could hit that spot again. After a few more brutal thrusts to Sherlock's prostate, along with more excited noises from Sherlock, John removed his fingers from the tight warmth and lined his hard member up with Sherlock's entrance.
"You ready?" he panted in Sherlock's ear while placing his hands either side of the dark haired man's nodding head. John entered him, hearing a small wince from Sherlock before his eyes fluttered as the warm tightness around his member almost made him loose control. He leaned down to kiss Sherlock's lips and Sherlock eagerly kissed him back. John started moving, letting out a choked moan when Sherlock's muscles clenched around his dick every time he pulled back and thrust back in. Sherlock found himself moving in the same rhythm as John's thrusts which made him moan loudly in pleasure when the friction increased. John started moving faster, moaning Sherlock's name louder and louder by each time he pulled back and thrust in, Sherlock vision became blurry and his head started swarming at the increased speed. The well-known warmth started lingering over his spine when he started to reach his climax. John stopped in his movements for a second before continuing again, he hadn't taken any notice of Sherlock's transformation yet. John started moving even faster, pounding Sherlock's prostate a couple of times which caused Sherlock to howl and growl loudly. This made John go crazy as he moved even faster. Sherlock's arms turned furry and his ears turned longer and V-shaped while John rode out his climax with a loud growl in pleasure, Sherlock gave in to the fever-pitch in his stomach and came as well with a even louder howl than before. John collapsed on top of Sherlock, panting heavily in his ears. Sherlock could feel John's heart beating frantically against his sternum, but soon it's beat became calmer when John sighed joyfully against Sherlock's furry ear.
"That was... the best sex I ever had..." John murmured softly, kissing Sherlock's cheek slowly. Sherlock nodded for an answer, he didn't dare to speak as his face was still something in between a wolf's and humans.
"You really turned me on when you were howling like that... Wow. I would've never thought I could make you sound like that..." John whispered gleefully, seeming proud with himself. Sherlock nodded again, forcing his transformation to go back – his bones cracking a little, the fur going back into his hair follicles. Sherlock let out a relieved breath before incredible joy filled his whole body. He had made it, the bloodline would continue going on for generations to come! He had just to wait for about seven months first before this wonderful intercourse with John would bear fruit.
John slowly got out of him and lay himself beside him.
"I would love to do that again..." the army doctor said with flushed cheeks and Sherlock chuckled softly at him.
"Me too..." he said and nuzzled John's nose.
"Now Sherlock... Where did your sharp nails come from?" John asked, Sherlock's stomach dropped. It was now or never, he had to tell John what he was. He cleared his throat before speaking out.
"John, there is something I need to tell you." he started which made John laugh.
"You have got a lot to tell me, but sure, go on. I would love to hear why you suddenly scratched me like some animal."
"I am part wolf John." Sherlock said slowly, clearly hearing John's heartbeat skip a beat and then speeding up.
"What? You are joking on me." he said in denial.
"No, John. I am speaking the truth."
"I don't believe you."
"Then I have to show you." Sherlock said determined, jumping out from the bed to the floor and letting the warmth over his spine take over his whole body. When his transformation was finished, he saw John just staring at him with his mouth open. He reeked of fear.
"Please John, don't be afraid. This is what I am..." Sherlock tried say to John inside the other man's mind, but the barriers to his mind was too thick. He couldn't break through the barrier. Sherlock jumped up in the now small bed and lay down beside John, looking at him with his one amber glowing eye.
"You... You were the wolf that... That I beat up... I made you blind..." John said with a blank voice.
Sherlock nodded, but then he whined softly and puffed his nose to John's cheek.
"It's alright. You didn't know it was me..." he tried to convey to his lover.
John stared at him for a while before going up from the bed, quickly dressing himself. Sherlock let out a horrified whine and jumped out from the bed as well.
"Where are you going?" he thought sadly to John's mind but still couldn't breach through the barriers.
"Easy Sherlock... I just need to.. think about this for a bit... I.. can't believe that this is even happening..." John replied with a hollow voice, then he went out from the bedroom and down the stairs. Sherlock transformed back to human and threw on his dressing gown before hurrying after him with millions thoughts and horrible scenarios running through his head.
"John, please wait!" he called to his lover, but the army doctor increased his walking speed and hurried farther and farther away from Sherlock.
"John please!" Sherlock called after him and caught up with his steps. John turned around, his eyes completely black with some sort of sorrow and shock.
"Sherlock, please. Leave me be for a moment. Go back to 221B. I will text you as soon as I've thought over this, ok?" said John, Sherlock opened his mouth to protest but he was stopped by a brief kiss on his lips.
"Trust me." John said, then he turned around and walked farther away from Sherlock, who was standing with his hand on his lips while the millions emotions inside of him threatened to spill over.
John took a long walk through the darker parts of London. The fresh night air refreshed his mind and senses, it made him feel a bit better. He had never believed that Sherlock would be something like a werewolf, though when he thought about it, it was kind of obvious since the way Sherlock had acted around him. The protective gaze, amber coloured eyes, howling and so on.
The only problem was that John couldn't live with the thought of that he had made Sherlock blind nor the fact that he was part animal. Would he even be able to control himself? He had scratched his back quite deep... John cursed angrily at everything and sat down on a bench, staring at the bunches of cars running over the streets. Suddenly, a cold hand slipped over his mouth, a napkin with a strong smelling fragrance put over his nose and just like that, everything went black.