A/N: A Double Update! WOW! Who knew Frankie was going to be this generous. Certainly not me, I don't control that muse. Well I won't keep you, I bet you're dying to read.

Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock, those are the creations of Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and most importantly Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It's their sandbox and I'm just playing in it.

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Donovan gave Sherlock a dirty look as he approached but she held up the police tape to let him through.

"The freak's here" Donovan sneered to Lestrade as soon as Sherlock and John had ducked under the tape. Greg walked over giving Sally a reproving look, whereas John stopped in his tracks and glared at the woman. Sherlock ignored her and walked over to the body under the bridge, shooing Anderson away with a scowl.

"What?" Donovan asked John as she lowered the tape.

"You know what" John said shortly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sally scoffed and rolled her eyes. When John continued to glare, she stalked over to where Anderson was scowling at Sherlock 15 feet away from the body.

"I've tried to get her to stop, but she won't listen" Greg said standing next to John looking at Sherlock scurrying around the dead body. John shot one last angry look Donovan's way before sighing.

"It bothers me. Sherlock may not show it, but I know it affects him every time she says it."

"Yeah, well at least he's not kicking her anymore."

"What?" John said, confused.

"He stopped after he met you, but every time Donovan would call Sherlock a freak he'd kick her. You'd be surprised how many times I had to talk her out of shooting him. I think she persists because she thinks she can get away with it."

John looked at Greg a bit incredulous for a few seconds then nodded his head, because let's be honest he's not surprised when it comes to Sherlock. They stand there in silence for a bit, waiting for Sherlock. Then Greg gets this evil smirk and looked over a John slyly.

"So what were you up to tonight?"

John coughed and started to blush. His eyes darted to Sherlock then his shoes.

"Oh nothing much; just hanging around the flat" he mumbled, the redness creeping up his cheeks.

"Uh-huh" Greg says, trying to contain his laughter as John's ears turned bright red. John glanced over Greg and narrowed his eyes.

"Well what were you doing tonight before the body was found?"

Greg shrugged, "I was at dinner."

"Oh, who with?" John asked arching an eyebrow.

"Mycroft" Greg replied smoothly.

"Really?" John said a bit surprised.

"Yes"

"And was this the first?"

"No"

"Oh so how many dates have you and Mycroft been on?"
"Four over the last few weeks; honestly I'm surprised that you're surprised. I would've thought Sherlock told you by now."

"What Sherlock knows? You told him and not me, I thought we were friends Greg" John whined.

"I didn't tell him, he sort of found out on his own."

"Right" John said skeptically.

"Honest, the only reason he knows before you is that he walked in on me and Mycroft last night."

John's mouth shaped into an oh. A sly smile then split across John's face.

"So Sherlock walked in on you and Mycroft, huh?"

Greg rolled his eyes, and shook his head, "I swear, you're worse than a teenager. It was nothing like that….yet."

John's smile turned cheeky and he waggled his eyebrows.

Greg pinched his nose with an exasperated chuckle. He lowered his hand and gave John a knowing look.

"So, I must know did Sherlock follow through with My's advice last night or did he chicken out?"

John's smiled dropped a bit. "What advice?"

"That Sherlock should tell you how he feels."

John looked over to Sherlock with a reflective smile. So I have Mycroft to thank. "Yeah he did."

"And?"

"I'm not telling you the intimate details."

Greg lightly poked John's side, "So, things got intimate, eh?"

John rolled his eyes, "And you call me the teenager."

"It's part of my charm."

Sherlock chose that moment to pop up behind John. He placed a hand on the blonde man's lower back making John jump.

"This victim is the same as the rest. The killer is of small stature but quite strong. He's able to knock out his victims before they have a chance of fighting back, due to the shape and placement of the bruising he beats them with his bare hands. The thing that is so frustrating is that there's no pattern to how he chooses his victims. He's also smart enough not to leave any evidence behind" Sherlock said in a blur. John was a bit distracted because halfway through his deductions, Sherlock trailed a finger up and down John's spine, making him shiver involuntarily.

"Now if there's nothing else, I would like to get back to my evening" Sherlock directed to Greg, who shook his head. Sherlock bent his head down to John's ear and purred, "Come along John."

Sherlock turned with a dramatic flair of his coat and walked off the crime scene towards the main street.

John blinked and swallowed thickly. "Well I guess we'll talk some other time" John croaked out his voice a bit husky.

Greg smirked, and as John started walking after Sherlock he called "Have fun Johnny."

John shot a glare back at Lestrade and picked up his pace to catch up to Sherlock. He rounded the corner to the main street and crashed into the front of Sherlock. He would've fallen over if the consulting detective didn't grab on to his arms.

"You didn't think I was going to leave without you?" Sherlock said with a smile. As soon as he was sure John wouldn't fall, he grabbed his hand and hailed a cab. When one stopped in front of them, he pulled John in.

"221B Baker Street."

John pulled the door close, and that's when Sherlock's patience dissolved. As the cab pulled away, Sherlock pinned John against the door and kissed him aggressively. John was surprised but soon melted into the kiss gripping Sherlock's hips tightly. The rest of the cab ride is a blur of lips melded to one another, tongues intertwined, teeth scraping together, and wandering hands.

It took the cab driver more than a few tries to get their attention, and only captured it because both men's lungs were short on oxygen. Sherlock paid the man and dragged John out of the cab and into 221B. The door closed and once again Sherlock pinned John, this time kissing his neck. John had a hand in Sherlock's hair, and the other gripping his hip. He slammed his head back against the door to give Sherlock more access to his neck. His hands tightened as Sherlock sucked on his neck, adding to the bruises he accumulated the night before.

"Sh-Sherlock" John said thickly. Sherlock hummed his acknowledgement, continuing to suck and nip a new mark on John's neck. "Upstairs…..bed….now" John said between ragged breathes. He pulled back on Sherlock's head and backed him towards the stairs as quick as he could without falling. John pushed Sherlock roughly against the wall near the bottom of the stairs and kissed him deeply. John then turned around and ran up the stairs, tugging Sherlock along by his arm.

In the hallway to his bedroom Sherlock yanked on John's arm and pushed him against the wall. He shed his coat and scarf while kissing John, dropping it off to the side. He tugged at John's coat, sliding it off of him when the other man arched away from the wall and into Sherlock.

Continuing the kiss, John grabbed on to Sherlock's hips and pushed him towards the bedroom, bumping into the wall every now and then. Sherlock gropped around for the door knob behind him when his back hit the door.

The two men practically fell into the room when Sherlock finally found the handle and twisted the knob. They stumbled over to the bed fumbling at their clothes to get them off. By the time Sherlock pushed John onto the bed they had discarded their shirts and shoes and were working on getting their trousers off. Sherlock's dropped to the floor and he climbed atop John straddling his hips, bending down to kiss him.

John moaned into the kiss and pulled Sherlock flush against his body. His hands trailed down Sherlock's back to cup his bottom inside his underwear. John squeazed the left cheek as he pulled on Sherlock's lower lip with his teeth. Sherlock growled with desire and hooked his thumbs in John's boxers and dragged them down, his fingers scratching lightly along John's thighs.

Sherlock broke the kiss and reached over to his bedside table, pulling a bottle of lube out of the top drawer. Sherlock had only a coy smile from John as a warning to what happened next.

John hooked his legs around Sherlock's waist and flipped their positions, trapping Sherlock's arms by the wrists above his head with his hands. John bit and licked at Sherlock's neck and ground his lower body into Sherlock's. John grabbed the lube out of Sherlock's hand and yanked the genius' underwear down.

"You know it's been awhile since I've done this with a man" John whispered.

"I thought you weren't gay?" Sherlock said with a smirk.

"Everyone gets bored in the army" John replied squirting lube into his hand and slicking up his fingers.

"Ah" his reply turning into a gasp as John finger buried itself in his hole and curling, brushing lightly against his prostate. A few seconds later John added another finger, pumping in and out, scissoring slightly to stretch the genius. As John added a third finger, Sherlock's patience was growing thin.

"John" Sherlock growled. "I want you inside me now", more a command than a request. John withdrew his fingers and slicked up his throbbing cock, plenty willing to follow that command. John placed one hand on Sherlock's hip, his thumb rubbing circles, while the other guided his cock to Sherlock's hole, pausing for a moment before entering. Both men groaned, John stilled half in Sherlock, taking a few moments to adjust to all the sensations thrumming through his body.

Again Sherlock's impatience took over. He wrapped his legs around John and dug his heels into his lower back propelling John forward, while thrusting upwards.

"Impatient are we? Fine" John growled pulling out and thrusting back in, setting a moderate pace. Sherlock moaned his appreciation, hands gripping the sheets and rolling his hips to meet each of John's thrusts. John slid a hand down Sherlock's thigh, then grabbed his leaking cock. He started pumping his fist in time with his thrusts, which grew faster.

John marveled at how lovely Sherlock looked in the throes of passion.

"Christ, you're beautiful" John whispered out between ragged breaths his thrusting becoming more erratic.

Sherlock leaned up and kissed John as the doctor's orgasm ripped through him, swallowing the noises John made as he continued to thrust more slowly to draw out the pleasure. As the waves subsided, John grabbed Sherlock's cock and started stroking it, not wanting to leave his partner to take care of himself.

It didn't take long for Sherlock to tip over the edge, shouting out the doctor's name as he came all over his stomach and John's hand. John leaned down to give the genius a kiss, then rolled over and laid next to Sherlock.

Sherlock curled into John, shivering as his body rapidly cooled. John wrapped his arm around Sherlock, pulling him closer and pulled the blanket that had bunched at the end of the bed over them.

Sherlock pressed a kiss to John's chest and buried his face into the crook of the blonde's neck humming. John hadn't heard the melody Sherlock was humming before, and deduced it was an original. John pressed a kiss to the top of Sherlock's head and laid back with his eyes closed, letting the warmth of the younger man and humming lull him to sleep.

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So, is it weird that I couldn't write that last bit without my roommate sitting next to me randomly saying inappropriate things?

But anywho, hope you liked it. I plan on trying to mix in more Mystrade over the next few chapters since it's been a bit Johnlock centric.

Let me know what you think.