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John: me

Sherlock: InvisibleBlade

Warnings for this chapter: smut, men going at it, drug side effects, smut, smut, abusive parents, and angst.

Chapter Two – Love and Scars

When Sherlock awoke he felt strange. It was more than the usual kind of strange feeling he had received from chemically influenced highs. He felt, as most people would put it, 'turned on.' He groaned loudly, not realising he wasn't alone in his room.

John had finally managed to grab a few hours of sleep, restless, but sleep nonetheless. He turned over and stretched, his hands coming into contact with silk and warm flesh. He sighed in content, clutched onto the silk material, and burrowed his face into the chest of whomever he was sharing a bed with. Suddenly the events of the previous night came back to him and his eyes snapped open. He slowly lifted his head to meet the gaze of a very flustered and very startled Sherlock.

'Um... good morning,' John said for lack of anything else to say. 'How did you sleep? Are you feeling any better?'

Sherlock found himself turning a startling shade of red. John had practically been clinging onto him. 'Uh-' He swallowed down hard. He couldn't remember anything. All he knew was that he and John were splayed out on a bed together, and that his super sleepy flatmate was doing something to him that he couldn't even describe. He was very, very turned on right now.

John's face fell. He had expected this, but it still hurt.

'You don't remember what happened?'

'No. Why? What did I miss?' Sherlock asked, grinding his teeth and crossing his legs to try and stop a weird and unfamiliar burning sensation in his groin from occurring.

'Nothing important,' John sighed, avoiding eye contact. 'You concocted some sort of hallucinogen last night and imagined there were fairies everywhere demanding you cook them a roast.'

Sherlock chuckled. 'Oh yes, I do love it when those little friends appear.'

John looked up in surprise. 'You've imagined them before?'

'Oh yes. They're quite often guests in my hallucinations.' He frowned. 'Never can learn to fly though.'

John couldn't help but chuckle. 'Yes, I came in and you were standing on the desk, bare arsed, trying to fly.' John blushed and quickly added, 'I could only coax you down if I made you cocoa.'

Something about John's blush and the way he said arse was getting Sherlock worked up into a frantic internal frenzy. He hummed and crossed his legs tighter. What was wrong with him? John saw Sherlock squirm and felt his hum all throughout his body. He swallowed and risked a quick glance at Sherlock's face. It was flushed and it continued down his neck and most of his chest. It was then that John noticed how tightly Sherlock was clenching his legs together and he knew. He smirked knowingly and asked, 'Are you feeling alright, Sherlock?'

'Fine,' Sherlock retorted, wriggling away from John. 'It just seems the chemical is still rather affecting me.'

'"Chemical," right,' John grinned, wriggling closer. 'And have any of the other chemicals affected you in this way?'

'No,' Sherlock grimaced, glaring at John.

'Uh huh. Just as I thought,' John smirked, stroking Sherlock's dressing gown with his free hand. He decided to make the boldest move he had ever made while Sherlock was sober. Taking a deep breath, he looked into Sherlock's eyes and said, 'I can help you with that you know.'

'John!' Sherlock snapped, pulling away, refusing to even look at John's face.

He knew it was a long shot, but he at least tried. But the good doctor wasn't going to give up that easily. Steeling himself, he moved closer to Sherlock so they were chest-to-chest. Sherlock was still avoiding looking at him, but John didn't let that deter him. He leaned close and whispered, 'Don't be embarrassed, Sherlock. I made it perfectly clear that I wanted you last night, but I wasn't going to take advantage of you in such a vulnerable state. If you could remember what I confessed last night then you would understand, but I'm going to tell you here and now that I love you and there is nothing you can do about it.' He flushed deep red at the words he was about to say, but made himself say them anyway.

'I want to take your beautiful cock into my mouth, suck you with just the right amount of pressure until you're begging me to let you cum, and when I finally let you I want you to scream my name so everyone will know I am the one who made you feel that way.'

Sherlock stared at John wide eyed. 'I'm scared,' he admitted in frustration. The only thing that calmed him were John's words. 'You love me?' He crept cautiously closer before taking a daring move and pressing his already unbearably large bulge against John.

John moaned at the feeling of Sherlock's cock against his thigh. He clutched at Sherlock's dressing gown and buried his face in Sherlock's neck, his own arousal aching with the need to be touched. He lifted his head to gaze at Sherlock's face, noticing that it was as flushed with arousal as his own felt.

'Yes, of course I love you Sherlock. It took me a while to realize that fact, but I love you Sherlock. And I'm scared too. I've never done anything like this before. But I want to try with you, and only you.'

Sherlock hummed his approval and nodded. John smiled and leaned in close to Sherlock. Best to start small, he thought to himself. He let his gaze fall to Sherlock's mouth, licked his lips, and looked back up at Sherlock, letting him know of his intentions. Sherlock hated feeling this damn horny but he supposed he only had himself to blame by inhaling the chemical that had made him this way. He again nodded.

As soon as Sherlock nodded his assent John leaned in and kissed Sherlock gently at first, allowing him to get used to the feeling. His repressed feelings bubbled to the surface and he tangled his fingers in Sherlock's curls and pulled him closer, kissing him passionately. Sherlock found himself much to his own surprise kissing back just as hard. He groaned and began rubbing himself against John. His bulge was already incredibly enhanced by the chemical and it seemed it wasn't done growing. John moaned against Sherlock's mouth, rutting against him like a teenager. He could feel Sherlock's cock against his thigh and it seemed it was still growing.

Good God, what was in that stuff he inhaled last night? John thought to himself. He didn't dwell on it for long because his body shifted just so that his cock aligned with Sherlock's and he gasped at the sensation. Sherlock threw back his head and moaned. His thrusting became frantic. It was clear John was near his limit but on the other hand Sherlock could keep going.

'I think I've invented by own brand of Viagra,' he gasped through gritted teeth as he relentlessly kept on growing.

'Fuck Sherlock,' John gasped. 'If the hallucinations weren't such a horrible side effect I would definitely like to try some of whatever the fuck you invented.' John grit his teeth and grasped Sherlock by his shoulders tightly, forcing him to lie on his back so John could straddle his waist. He dragged his hands down Sherlock's chest as he rutted against him, pre-come leaking through his pants as his cock strained against the fabric.

'Fuck,' he gasped. 'I'm close Sherlock.'

'Hang on in there.' Sherlock grit his teeth. How much larger could he get? It seemed his growth would never stop. He was surprised he hadn't burst his boxer shorts yet.

'Sherlock, if I cum first then I'm going to give you one of the best blow jobs of your entire fucking life.' John threw his head back and moaned as their hips had moved just enough to add just the right amount of friction. 'I want your beautiful cock in my mouth, I want you to cum down my throat, I want to know what you taste like.'

Sherlock flushed. 'I didn't know you were such a dirty bastard.' Sherlock bucked upwards. His eyes widened as he heard the ripping of material. Looking down he realized his cock had quite literally grown too big for its cage.

'There's a lot you don't know about me,' John smirked. When he heard the ripping of material he looked down to see that Sherlock's cock had grown so large that it had ripped right through his pants. John nearly came at the sight, but forced himself to hold on just a bit longer.

'Sherlock, god damn you have a beautiful prick,' he gasped. 'I want... I need you to touch me Sherlock. Get me out of my pants so I can cum. Please.'

Sherlock cautiously tore John's pants from him. His heart pumped instantly faster as he was able to look on at John's own beautiful member. Sherlock gave it a playful squeeze. 'How am I doing?' he asked softly. John thrust into Sherlock's hand, crying out at the beautiful sensations running through his body.

'You're doing bloody fantastic, Sherlock. Oh fuck,' he gasped when Sherlock twisted his hand just so. 'Fuck, it won't take me much. Just don't stop.' Sherlock didn't stop. Not until John got what he wanted. He groped John with a bit more aggression and watched as he came.

'OH FUCK SHERLOCK!' John cried as his orgasm ripped through him. Sherlock's hand never stilled, squeezing him tighter as he came all over Sherlock's stomach. 'GOD YES! SHERLOCK! OH FUCK!' He continued to thrust into Sherlock's hand until he could barely move, finally collapsing onto Sherlock with a very satisfied moan. It took him a minute to gather his wits about him. That was quite possibly the best orgasm of his life. He was going to need some time to recuperate.

'Just... Just gimmie a minute and I swear, I swear to fucking God Sherlock, that I am going to keep my promise and take that gorgeous prick of yours into my mouth and have you begging me to let you cum.'

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. 'It may take me a while to beg.' He practically thumped John's cock with his own. 'As ridiculous as it sounds I think I'm going to get bigger.' It was true that even as they spoke the chemical's effect was still taking place.

'Don't care,' John mumbled. He nuzzled his nose against Sherlock's throat and licked from the dip at the base up to Sherlock's chin. 'I don't care if I can't take you all in my mouth; I am still going to suck that fucking gorgeous cock of yours until you cum with my name on your lips.' He sat up and ground his hips against Sherlock's arousal, grinning from ear to ear at the moan that seemed to roll straight out of Sherlock's chest. He slid down Sherlock's body, licking a trail as he went, and shoved the sheets away so Sherlock could see what he was doing. He grasped what remained of Sherlock's pants and ripped the rest away, leaving Sherlock in just his dressing gown sprawled on his bed with a massively engorged cock. He gently took it in his hand and squeezed at the base, lapping at just the head for a moment before asking, 'You ready?'

John didn't receive an answer. Damn this was happening so quickly. Sherlock had gone from being married to his work to a whimpering mess at John's mercy. His cock was so large it was hurting and tears shone in his eyes. Why couldn't he stop growing?

'Relax, love,' John said. 'It'll be alright, I promise.' He didn't give Sherlock time to process that he'd just called him 'love,' sucking the first two inches of his cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head. He wasn't sure if he was imagining it or not, but it appeared that Sherlock's cock was still growing. Either the drug was seriously affecting him or Sherlock was hung like a horse.

Sherlock felt himself freeze at being called 'love' but hardly had any time to process it. 'Make it stop,' he croaked. 'The drug - make it stop. It hurts.' Sherlock shuddered. 'Too big John.' John was only encouraging the drug along. Sherlock was beginning to feel quite queasy, as though his blood supply was now only running into his cock. He'd already grown another two inches. John gripped Sherlock's hips, digging his fingers into the flesh as he sucked down another inch. Sherlock was still growing and the pleading in his voice concerned him. What could he possibly have inhaled that would cause such a drastic side effect? He worked faster, his hand wanking Sherlock's cock where his mouth couldn't reach.

Sherlock cried out and thrust deep into John's throat. He was still rock hard and with each lick he felt the drug affect him a little more. John gagged slightly when Sherlock thrust into his mouth, but he continued his work, twisting his hand in the way he knew he liked, sucking just enough to make Sherlock whimper. The man was still hard as a fucking rock but at least he seemed to have stopped growing. John sucked harder, his free hand going to fondle Sherlock's balls.

'Watson!' Sherlock yelped, making his thrusts harder as he lost control. John hummed as he managed to suck another few centimeters into his mouth without gagging. He could feel how deliriously close to the edge Sherlock was, how desperate he was to relieve the pressure and pain that his engorged cock was causing him. As a medical man John desperately wanted to give Sherlock that relief, but as the 'dirty bastard,' as Sherlock had so endearingly called him, wanted to deny Sherlock that relief as long as possible. He could taste the pre-come on his tongue, feel Sherlock's cock throb in his mouth, his desperation traveling through his cock into John's body. Saving his 'dirty bastard' side for later, John sucked harder until he felt Sherlock wriggling beneath him.

'Grr.' Sherlock pushed himself further into John's mouth. God he needed release. He was sitting on the edge but it seemed just as the chemical had engorged him it also led him not being able to find one... no matter how hard he thrust. John sucked down as much of Sherlock as he could, swallowing the head of his cock down his throat. Sherlock still hadn't cum and John imagined he must be in some amount of pain. He glanced up and saw Sherlock had his eyes shut tight and his jaw clenched, gritting his teeth. John decided that drastic measures needed to be taken, so he removed his hand from Sherlock's balls and held his fingertips against Sherlock's lips. He removed his mouth from Sherlock's cock long enough to give him a direct order:

'Suck.'

Sherlock did as he was told, sucking at John's finger with desperation. John moaned at the sickeningly sweet sounds coming from Sherlock's mouth as he sucked on his fingers. Sherlock's tongue swirled around John's fingers, slipping in between them every now and again, coating them with his saliva. The slurping sounds coming from Sherlock's mouth were so obscene but so deliciously divine, John could only imagine the sounds it would make if it was around his cock. He groaned at the image, his cock getting hard again at the prospect.

When he deemed his fingers slicked enough he slid them from Sherlock's mouth, nearly groaning at the loss of contact. But his fingers were needed elsewhere, and he was determined to get Sherlock the release he so desperately needed. He brought his hand slowly back to Sherlock's bum, spreading his legs further apart with his shoulders, and ran his now slick fingers down Sherlock's crack. He stopped at his tight hole, clenched with anticipation, swirling the pad of his index finger around it so it would relax. As the tension eased he was able to slide his finger in to the first knuckle, waiting for Sherlock's reaction.

Sherlock screamed in pleasure. He felt as though that should be enough to make him cum but it wasn't and his cock throbbed painfully. John pushed his finger in further, breaching the tight ring of muscle, slowly pumping his finger in and out, letting Sherlock stretch around him. He added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch Sherlock further. He found Sherlock's prostate when he added a third finger and stroked it gently. Tears rose in Sherlock's eyes as in one swift moment his entire body lurched up into the air.

'J-John!' he screamed at the top of his lungs, finally coming. John's free hand latched onto one of his hips to steady him, the other stroking his prostate every now and again to ride him through his orgasm. John swallowed down as much of Sherlock's cock as he could, a majority of Sherlock's cum sliding down his throat. But since the drug had given him such an engorged prick, it also gave him a prolonged and rather intense orgasm as well. John held on as long as he could but after nearly a minute John could barely breathe. He released Sherlock's cock with a pop and Sherlock continued coming on his own stomach.

Jesus fucking Christ, he looks like he's in pain, John thought. I should probably do something to help. He suddenly remembered that his fingers were still up Sherlock's arse and a wicked grin played across his face. Using Sherlock's cum as lube, John slicked his prick and positioned himself. He was still sensitive from his own orgasm so it wouldn't take him long to cum again. He eased himself inside slowly, reveling in how tight and warm Sherlock felt, easing out slowly, then thrusting back in. Sherlock's hands gripped the bed and he let out a long rolling moan. He bucked in the air as his body flailed badly and squirmed.

'J-ohn,' he whimpered in a small and terrified voice. John thrust into Sherlock harder, lifting him up by his hips slightly to hit his prostate at just the right angle. He felt the tension rolling off Sherlock's body, the fear in his voice at not being able to understand what was happening.

'I gotta work you through this, Sherlock,' John panted between thrusts. 'That fucking drug, Sherlock. God dammit, that fucking drug.' Sherlock screamed as his body was dragged through sexual pleasure for the first time. He felt his cock suddenly go completely rigid. He'd stopped coming and yet he was in the same state as before, if not worse.

'Damn that drug,' he cursed.

'Jesus fucking Christ, Sherlock,' John groaned as he continued fucking his friend (were they even just friends anymore? What happened after this?) 'What the fuck did you inhale? What chemicals did you use that would affect you so drastically?' Sherlock was hard as a fucking rock once again, so John reached forward and grasped Sherlock's prick in his hand, reaching for one of Sherlock's to wrap around his own. 'If we're going to get you through this I'm at least going to show you a few things. Now just follow my lead and when you feel confident enough you can take over.' He began stroking their hands along Sherlock's cock, slow and steady, twisting at just the right angle, squeezing with the right amount of pressure. 'How do you feel, Sherlock?'

Sherlock grit his teeth together. 'I have no idea. You know how I like to experiment.' The detective ground himself against John. 'And I feel like the biggest prick in the world,' he panted, glancing downwards. 'Literally.'

John couldn't help but laugh at that. 'Yes, Sherlock you can definitely be a huge prick, both literally and figuratively,' he chuckled. John's eyes sparkled with mischief and he stared deep into Sherlock's eyes as he flipped their positions, a devilish smirk on his face. Now Sherlock was riding John with a mild look of confusion on his face. 'Just move your hips, Sherlock,' John instructed.

Sherlock did as John said, and without much hesitation began moving his hips against John. John groaned at the feeling. For a man without much sexual experience, once he learned a trick or two god damn was he good at it. John clenched his hands around Sherlock's hips, abandoning his grip on his prick to get some leverage so he could thrust up into Sherlock.

Sherlock cried out, 'John!' His eyes the narrowed. 'I am so getting my own back,' he growled, writhing frantically over John.

'I look forward to it,' John growled back, punctuating his intent with a sharp thrust of his hips. Sherlock thrust himself against John, forcing him in impossibly deep. This was just enough to take John by surprise. He then began grinding his entire body into John. John gasped and whimpered at the feeling of Sherlock practically sitting on his cock, the tight heat and the pressure beginning to take him to the edge.

'Oh, fuck Sherlock,' he groaned, pumping faster into Sherlock, ever faster to give himself the relief he so desperately needed. 'Fuck, fuck! I- I'm close. Oh god, yes!' he cried, clenching onto Sherlock's hips so hard the bruises formed instantly. 'Sherlock, I- I'm, JESUS FUCK! OH GOD YES! FUCK! SHERLOCK!' he screamed as he came.

Sherlock yelled, 'Jesus John!' He all but fell backwards onto the bed. He was in a horrid panting state. Glancing down at his cock he said, 'Now that's unfair.'

John tried to glare at Sherlock, he really did, but the look on Sherlock's face made him burst out laughing. It was a hearty laugh that he felt deep in his gut, a laugh he hadn't laughed in quite some time. He covered his face in his hands as his laughter died down, trying not to look at the offended and confused look on Sherlock's face.

'You try fucking your drugged up on some extreme case of Viagra flatmate and see how long you last,' he said from behind his hands. 'Add to that a beautifully tight arsehole and see how long you last then.' John took a few deep breaths, still slightly giggling behind his hands. 'God Sherlock, if you could feel how fucking fantastic it feels to fuck someone. It's one of the best feelings in the world.'

Sherlock gulped, a little terrified. However it took him less than a second for Sherlock to raise his fingers to John's lips, 'Suck.'

John stared back wide-eyed. Did Sherlock really just-? Sherlock's fingers were at John's lips before he could finish that thought, confirming anything he might have completed it with. For a brief moment John felt his stomach drop and he gulped, nervous at the prospect. But then he realized what an extraordinary opportunity he had just been presented, and he wasn't going to make it an ordinary experience for either party. He slowly caressed his fingertips from Sherlock's shoulder down his arm, gently taking his wrist in his hand and bringing his fingertips closer to his mouth. He opened his mouth slowly, starting with just his tongue on the pads of Sherlock's fingers, licking each one in turn. Then he took Sherlock's index finger in his mouth, sucking on it slowly, swirling his tongue around it like he did Sherlock's cock. He brought another of Sherlock's fingers in his mouth, sucking it in until it hit the back of his throat. He finally sucked in a third finger, weaving his tongue between each, coating them with as much saliva as possible to make the experience comfortable for them both.

Sherlock groaned slightly before pulling his fingers out. He glanced up at John as his fingers set out to mimic his actions. John instantly reacted to his fingers. John groaned at the feeling of Sherlock's fingers at his entrance. He tried to force himself to relax, to allow Sherlock easy entrance, but he was still sensitive from his orgasm and also slightly nervous. He bit onto a knuckle when he felt Sherlock breach the first ring of muscle, stifling a groan when it slid in entirely.

'Shh,' Sherlock whispered. 'Don't be scared.' The detective added his second and third finger with a little difficulty before slowly moving in and out of him.

'Now there's a strange turn of events,' John groaned as Sherlock added his other fingers. 'You telling me not to be scared.' John moaned and threw his head against the mattress, arching his back at the wonderful sensations running through his veins.

Sherlock smirked but didn't say anything. Leaning downwards he licked the tip of John's cock. Meanwhile his fingers worked frantically.

'Jesus fuck Sherlock!' John cried out. He rolled his hips to grind down on Sherlock's fingers and push his cock closer to Sherlock's mouth. God dammit, he was getting hard again already. Sherlock swirled his tongue over John, swallowing him whole.

'Oh fuck!' John screamed. 'Oh god, yes. Fuck Sherlock!' He sat up on his elbows to watch, Sherlock's perfect cupid's bow wrapped so snugly around his cock. John was panting from all the glorious sensations running through him. He ground down on Sherlock's fingers, screaming when they brushed his prostate. 'Sherlock, I need your cock. I need it, now,' he demanded.

Sherlock adjusted his cock and removed his fingers and mouth. He was then quick to shove his large and impossibly engorged prick inside John. He moaned and began thrusting frantically. His cock throbbed, refusing to cum. John screamed in pleasure at the feeling of Sherlock's cock inside him. His hands gripped the sheets, his back arched off the mattress, and he yelled out simply because he felt like the entirety of London needed to know how fucking amazing Sherlock was fucking him. He wrapped his legs around Sherlock's waist, pulling him slightly closer so he would reach deeper inside, clenching and unclenching his arse around Sherlock's cock. Sherlock mewled pitifully as he felt himself thrown over the edge and he came into John.

'Yes, Sherlock, yes,' John breathed, his voice having gone slightly hoarse from all the yelling. 'That's it, love. Cum for me.' He grabbed Sherlock's head in both his hands and pulled him down for a searing kiss, his tongue sliding into Sherlock's mouth. Sherlock kissed John fiercely, pumping into him until he could no more. He wriggled out of John and smiled against the kiss. John smiled against Sherlock's lips, the kiss becoming less heated and more passionately slow. He loosened his grip on Sherlock's hair, sliding them through his curls and down his neck until he reached his muscular shoulders. He squeezed them gently, rocking his hips slowly against Sherlock, his cock still hard from Sherlock's attentions. Sherlock bit his lip at the sensation. His own cock was beginning to grow again and the pain from it was almost blinding.

'God John I'm exhausted,' he said in an almost inaudible voice. John had been so focused on getting Sherlock his release that he hadn't even considered their own staminas. John certainly wasn't twenty-four anymore, and Sherlock was so inexperienced that he would tire out faster anyway, especially since the drug had given him an engorged prick and intense orgasms. Now that he was brought back to reality he felt exhausted too, but something was nagging him at the back of his mind. Something he should have thought about before wrapping his lips around Sherlock's cock. Something he should have thought about before letting a massive amount of Sherlock's cum go down his throat into his digestive system.

'Sherlock... If you're still affected by this super-hallucinogen-Viagra... And I swallowed some of your cum... Am I going to get high as a fucking kite and then have an engorged prick later too?' he asked, swallowing in worry.

Sherlock's eyes lit up. 'That is a possible outcome.' He smirked. 'How do you feel? Describe it to me and I'll make a deduction.'

John swallowed. How did he feel? Suddenly he was paranoid about every little tingle and twitch in his body, chalking it all up to the drug he had accidentally ingested. He closed his eyes and forced himself to relax, taking a few deep breaths before he spoke.

'I feel... Euphoric,' he began. 'I feel calm even though my heart is beating rapidly. I feel satisfied even though my prick is still hard. I feel a little light-headed, a tad nauseous, and very tired.' He opened his eyes and looked into Sherlock's as he spoke his next words. 'But most of all I feel loved by the man I love.'

'Yup - all the side effects I felt.' Sherlock bit his lip for a moment. 'I wuv you too.' He locked eyes with John. 'Yes, I remember that.'

John stared at Sherlock, his words ringing in his ears. Not only did Sherlock say that he loved John too, but he remembered how he had said it last night. Was there anything else he remembered? No, that wasn't important. Not at the moment. John reached out and tenderly took Sherlock's face in his hands, his thumbs skirting across his cheekbones.

'Say that again,' he whispered, his eyes never leaving Sherlock's.

'You heard me. I wuv you,' Sherlock replied, cuddling up to John.

John smiled, wrapping his arms around Sherlock. 'No, I meant say it properly, love,' he whispered into Sherlock's hair.

Sherlock grinned. 'I love you.'

John grinned against Sherlock's neck, burying his nose where neck met shoulder, inhaling Sherlock's scent. Leaning back so he could look Sherlock in the eyes he whispered, 'I love you too,' and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Sherlock smiled against John's lips but pulled back to look down at John's cock as he felt it pressing into him.

'It seems you were correct in saying my cum would affect you. How do you feel?' Sherlock licked his lips, searching for a delicate word. 'Horny?' he said with a giggle. It was John's turn to feel the pain of having an engorged prick. John groaned, clenching his jaw at the pressure in his cock that he had been trying to ignore. He should have known something was up when he got hard again minutes after having a second orgasm. But now his prick felt too big for its own skin, as if Sherlock's 'miracle Viagra' concoction was also one of those penis enhancing drugs that porn sites advertised all the time.

'God Sherlock,' John moaned. 'Horny doesn't even begin to cover it.'

'I'm really sorry John but this is going to hurt - at least by my experience it will.' Sherlock wrapped his fingers around John's cock. 'Try to relax. The more you're determined to cum the more you'll cease to.'

John groaned at Sherlock's words, but it quickly turned into a moan as Sherlock's fingers wrapped around his aching prick. His cock felt hot, scorchingly so, and Sherlock's cool fingers felt heavenly. It hurt, everything hurt, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. Why did it all have to hurt so bloody much? He braced his feet on the mattress and began thrusting his hips, fucking himself in Sherlock's hand to bring himself the relief he so desperately needed.

'Fuck, it hurts Sherlock,' he grit out. 'It all hurts so much. Make it stop, Sherlock. Make it stop.'

Sherlock winced and tried not to think about how much pain he himself was in. He had to focus on John. 'Relax,' he commanded. 'Just relax.' His fingers set out to work.

John clenched his eyes shut, trying to listen to Sherlock's command, but it was hard when his head was beating like a drum and his prick was pulsing and growing with nearly every beat of his heart. His legs relaxed, letting Sherlock help him himself, and hands fisted in the sheets instead.

'Sherlock,' John whimpered.

'Shhh.' Sherlock kissed John. 'Cum for me John.' He pulled extra hard in the hope it would be the stimulation John needed. John cried out, his back arching off the bed, but he hadn't cum. Tears were falling down his cheeks now. God everything hurt so bad.

'Sh-Sherlock,' he rasped out. 'Your fingers... Your cock... Anything. Just, use something.' Sherlock aligned his cock with John's and began rubbing against him to show him how him how large his predicament had become.

'We'll ride the pain together.'

'Sher-lock!' John cried, one of his hands reaching out to their pricks to twine his fingers with Sherlock's. He pumped their hands faster, twisting their wrists around their heads in the way John liked. He thrust into their hands, trying to get himself to cum, but the more he tried the more his prick hurt. 'Sher... Sherlock,' he gasped.

The two men were lost in a world of agony. Both were grunting, thrusting, moving rapidly. Sherlock's heart was pumping so fast he could barely think. 'Ah!' he yelped feeling himself and John growing rather than getting any relief. In a brief moment of clarity, John realized what needed to be done in order for him and Sherlock to get the relief they so desperately needed. He took his free hand and clutched the back of Sherlock's head, pulling him down for a searing kiss.

'Focus on this, Sherlock,' he whispered against Sherlock's lips. 'Focus on the kiss, on me, on anything other than the pain. Let your heartbeat relax.' He kissed him again, his own words suddenly helping him relax himself. 'Just. Focus. On. Me,' he punctuated between kisses. Sherlock melted into John. He focused on the hot lips of the other man. His cock gave a twitch of joy, threatening to cum.

John melded himself to Sherlock, wanting to get as much skin on skin contact as possible. That turned out to be easier said than done as Sherlock was still in his dressing gown and John was still wearing a t-shirt. With some effort, he managed to remove his hand from their cocks so he could lift his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Once his bare chest connected with Sherlock's, their lips melded back together, and his hand had rejoined Sherlock's on their cocks, he sighed in relief at the different levels of contact, his cock twitching as he neared his release.

Sherlock moaned as with an involuntary buck rippled through his body to his engorged cock and he began to slowly but surely cum. John moaned into Sherlock's mouth, moving their hands a little faster to help Sherlock along. He tried not to focus on his own cock, instead focusing on their kiss and his tongue delving into Sherlock's mouth and the pulsating of Sherlock's cock as he came and how fantastic it felt in his hand and against his own cock—

'Oh fuck,' John moaned as he finally began cumming. He thrust into their hands, breaking their kiss to bite down on the part of Sherlock's neck where it met his shoulder, sucking long and hard to leave a mark. Sherlock moaned happily, mimicking John's actions with his hands.

'Fuck indeed,' Sherlock muttered.

'God, it hurts but it feels so fucking good,' John moaned. He was still cumming, but it was slow and intense, not nearly as powerful as Sherlock's first drugged orgasm. He supposed it was because he'd cum twice already and was thankful for that fact. Sherlock whimpered and all but collapsed against John in exhaustion.

'I can't do this anymore,' he croaked painfully, eyes sliding shut. 'Too tired,' he muttered. 'Fuck I am too tired for this pain.'

'I think... I think we should try to sleep,' John agreed, panting from the exertion of his orgasm. 'Maybe by the time we wake up the drug's effect will have worn off.'

Sherlock nodded but that was going to be difficult. Even with his exhaustion it was going to be hard to ignore the need to touch John, claiming him as his own. John was exhausted. All he wanted to do was sleep for three days, preferably with Sherlock by his side. He never wanted Sherlock to be out of his sight again, he always wanted some sort of physical contact with him, always wanted to be by his side. At that moment John wanted Sherlock as bare he was, full skin on skin contact, nothing between them, not even the bed sheets.

'Maybe... Maybe you should take your dressing gown off Sherlock,' John suggested. 'Aren't you hot wearing that after... all this?' Sherlock swallowed a little nervously. He had quite bad scars trailing down his back dating from when he'd been a child. Despite the fact John had scars of his own and as an army doctor would have seen much worse that didn't stop his worrying.

'I'm fine,' he whispered, voice cracking. John gave Sherlock a small smile, a hand reaching up to caress Sherlock's face.

'You don't have to be embarrassed, love,' he said. 'After what we've done, what would you have to be embarrassed about?' Sherlock gulped, terrified. He supposed he could sleep facing towards John but still. With an exhausted sigh he reluctantly wriggled out of the dressing gown. John gave him a reassuring smile, stroking his hands languidly over Sherlock's chest.

'See? That isn't so bad, is it?'

Sherlock's heart was thudding painfully out of control. 'I suppose not,' he mumbled into John's chest quietly. John saw Sherlock's reluctance in his face, could sense his embarrassment when he buried his face in John's chest. He placed his arms tentatively around Sherlock, resting them in between his shoulder blades.

'Is everything alright, Sherlock?'

'Not entirely – no,' Sherlock whispered, freezing in John's arms.

'Do you want to talk about it?' John asked, stroking Sherlock's back reassuringly. Sherlock flinched as John's hand brushed past one of the more painful scars.

'It's nothing.'

As John stroked Sherlock's back, the tips of his fingers passed over something that made Sherlock flinch. John craned his neck to try to see. Sherlock instantly tried to crawl away from John but the older man was faster than him.

John saw the marks. Faded and old, some criss-crossed over each other, some looked like cigarette burns, and then there were the raised marks that looked like they never healed properly or were quite possibly always upset and left such horribly looking scars. John's gut dropped at the sight. Who did all that to Sherlock? His Sherlock. He didn't know what to say, and he didn't really want to ask since Sherlock had tried to hide his scars from him in the first place. So he just held him, letting him know that it was all fine, that he didn't need to explain if he didn't want to. He just held him, not moving, just listening to his heartbeat.

Sherlock didn't know how to respond to John seeing his scars. No one had ever seen them - only him and his useless excuse of a father.

'Say something,' he pleaded. 'Anything.' Was John's silence because of horror, because he didn't want anything to do with someone so dramatically damaged - physically and mentally? John clutched Sherlock closer, his forehead resting on Sherlock's.

'I love you,' John whispered. 'I love you and I'm so sorry.'

Sherlock swallowed down hard. 'Don't be.'

John opened his eyes to gaze into Sherlock's, afraid to ask but wanting to know. He wanted to respect Sherlock's privacy, but he wanted to know who had hurt him so badly so he could hunt the fucker down and make him feel the pain Sherlock had felt. Not that it would right the wrongs, but it would certainly make John feel better.

Sherlock stared deeply into John's eyes. 'What are you thinking now?' he asked, voice soft and timid.

John sighed, his eyes never leaving Sherlock's. 'I'm thinking that... That I want to,' John paused, not sure that he wanted to admit what he wanted to do. He swallowed, deciding that honesty might be best after all they'd been through in the past twelve hours. 'I want to hunt down whoever hurt you, to make him-or her-feel the same pain. I know it won't fix what happened to you, but it would make me feel a lot better.'

'I wouldn't worry about that. He's been dead for a while,' Sherlock informed John. 'As much as I appreciate the offer.'

John paused, his gaze flickering across Sherlock's face briefly before he let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. A hand went to brush Sherlock's curls out of his face, settling on his cheek, not just to comfort Sherlock but to comfort John as well. He rolled them over into their sides so they were facing each other, John resting his forehead against Sherlock's and closing his eyes as he made himself breathe.

'While that bit of news gives me a sense of relief,' he whispered, 'I am still so very, very sorry that that happened to you.' His hand left Sherlock's face to hold one of Sherlock's, lacing their fingers together. He gave Sherlock a small peck on the lips before moving his head to rest under Sherlock's chin, pressing himself as close to the man as possible, their hands between their chests feeling their respective heartbeats.

'I love you, Sherlock,' John whispered, pressing his nose closer to Sherlock's skin. 'I love you so much. And nothing, or no one, is ever going to harm you again. Not while I'm around.'

Something stirred within Sherlock and a tear drop slid from his eye. 'I love you too. I love you so much it hurts.'

John tried to swallow a lump in his throat, choking on the emotions that were bubbling to the surface. He ran his thumb over Sherlock's cheek, wiping away the single tear, his own eyes filled with tears threatening to spill over. John didn't dare risk talking, he knew if he tried not only would he choke on his words but he would start blubbering incoherently, so he just kissed Sherlock, letting his emotions and feelings flow from his lips to Sherlock's. Sherlock moaned softly against the kiss. It was enough to calm him down and bring him down from his emotional high. He closed the inch of space between him and John, entangling his limbs in his.

John sighed in content, melting into Sherlock. He clutched Sherlock's hand tighter, his other clasped onto Sherlock's head, his fingers tangled in Sherlock's hair. He kissed Sherlock slowly, no sexual intent behind it, no tongues, just lips.

'Let's get some rest, Sherlock,' John said after breaking their kiss. 'Whenever we wake up we can clean ourselves up, maybe go out for dinner. I don't care what we do just so long as we're together.'

Sherlock hummed, 'Dinner sounds great.'

John smiled, holding Sherlock close. 'Good. We'll get dinner. Now, close your eyes love, get some sleep.' He pecked a small kiss on Sherlock's forehead. 'I love you,' he whispered before resting his head under Sherlock's chin and slowly drifting off to sleep.

Just so everyone knows, we've been doing this RP for close to two months now, and I have 20 planned chapters for this due to our lengthy RP. So look forward to all those! I'll try to space them out so I'm updating this around once a week. I think every Monday will be good. Red Pants Monday and all that ;)

See you next week!

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