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Sherlock had worked all day at his chemistry set on the kitchen table. He had barely registered when John had come home mumbling something about work. His chemical was nearly complete. He held the syringe up, flicking a bit of the liquid out to prevent air bubbles. In theory, the compound should heighten a person's senses, but he could not be sure if it worked until it was tested. He had never worried about side affects before. Without checking if John was still in the room or not, he said, "About to test something. If I pass out, check my vitals," and promptly injected himself. It stung fiercely and he winced at the pain. He knew it wouldn't be long before he got the results.
John froze. Had Sherlock just... "What the hell are you thinking?! You could have just injected yourself with poison! Why would you do something so reckless?!"
Sherlock groaned deeply, barely managing to speak. "Experi-ment." Oh god, his whole body had tensed up horribly, his back arching, needle dropping to the floor. He was beginning to rethink his plan. He stumbled out of his chair, crying in pain and almost falling to the floor. He was positive he was about to throw up and made his way to the bathroom. Sherlock shut the door without locking it and fell to his knees. A final shriek of pain escaped him, the end of which seemed oddly catlike. The next thing he knew, his clothes were pooling around him. "J-John?" Why couldn't he stand properly?
John burst into the bathroom. "Sherlock?" He could not see his flatmate anywhere, but his clothes were in a crumpled heap on the ground. A crumpled... moving... heap. John dug through the pile and found a little black kitten. "Sh-Sherlock?" Oh god.
Sherlock struggled to stand, but his legs wouldn't cooperate, so he helplessly fell over again and again. He finally accepted that he had to be on all fours. Why had everything suddenly seemed so large? "John? What's happening?" His ears went back in agitation.
John's jaw dropped and he crouched down next to the kitten. "Sh-Sherlock, you... You're a cat... Why are you a cat?" His brain was not cooperating, following its own path that disregarded what one should probably think and feel when one's flatmate turns himself into a cat. Sherlock was so small and adorable... He reached out to pet his flatmate's tiny head. He was so soft. "You're so cute." He had the urge to pick up his tiny detective and cuddle him.
"What? No... no, that's not possible... I mean, the chemical I injected in me did have some feline DNA... but that shouldn't have..." Sherlock had unconsciously rubbed up against John's hand. "Why does this feel so good?"
John could not resist. He picked Sherlock up by his furry middle and cradled him in his arms, rubbing his belly. "I don't know, but you're kind of the most adorable thing I've ever seen."
Sherlock tried to struggle out of John's hands, "What are you doing!? I'm not some kind of house pet you can just man handle!" he hissed, but finally gave in. Damn John for petting him in such a soothing manner...
John continued to pet Sherlock, enjoying the silky texture of his fur. "You're so tiny..." He secretly loved being bigger than Sherlock for once.
Sherlock felt utterly helpless. "I thought you were suppose to be the level headed one." He tried wiggling free again to no avail. Finally, John's stroking had found a particularly nice spot on him and a low rumble spread through his body from his chest. "Wh-what is that?"
"I believe you would be purring, Sherlock," John said with a smirk. He had the strangest desire to kiss Sherlock's adorable little tummy, but refrained. This was Sherlock Holmes, after all, and he would not be okay with such an action. John stood, Sherlock still securely in his arms, and left the bathroom. He could get Sherlock's clothes later. "Damn it, how are you so cute?" It was entirely unfair for the already stunning Sherlock to turn himself into the most adorable kitten John had ever seen in his life. John sat down on his chair, refusing to set Sherlock down for a moment.
"Cute!? John I'm a cat! I don't even have opposable thumbs!" Sherlock got a better look at the flat from John's lap, realizing how big everything was now. "I'm... I'm tiny..." He hunched back down into John, afraid of falling off of the chair.
John chuckled. "I need to get you to a mirror so you can see how adorable you are," he said. He started petting Sherlock again from the top of his head down to his tail.
Sherlock grumbled. "This wasn't suppose to happen... You could pretend to be concerned for my well being, you know." Apparently cats could roll their eyes. But he couldn't resist the feel of John's strong arms stroking him... Wait, where the hell had that come from?
"I would be more concerned if you weren't so cute and fluffy," John replied, "but you're rather distracting." The thought of having Sherlock in his lap as a human crossed his mind and his petting faltered. What? Why was he thinking things like that? He was not gay!
Sherlock stretched out against John. "Your jumper reeks of jam, if you were unaware." His tail swished back and forth. He had not realized that he had started snuggling his head against said jumper.
John blushed. "Um, Sh-Sherlock? Wh-what are you d-doing?" Why was his heart racing? Why did he have the urge to kiss Sherlock's fuzzy little head? His hand started to pet Sherlock again entirely without his permission. Why did he wish that the fully human Sherlock was snuggling up against him? He... He was not gay... But straight men don't fantasize about their male flatmates cuddling them...
"Cat instincts..." Sherlock replied, though he was not entirely convinced by the response himself. Of course, he would not be sprawled over John like this otherwise. John would never allow such a thing. Not that he had thought of it before... which he certainly had not... Dreams did not count, nor did day dreams. "Mmmm... Keep petting me..." he practically moaned, his purring deepening.
John bit back a moan at Sherlock's deeply resonant voice which had not changed with the rest of him. He obliged, of course, and continued to pet Sherlock. His mind tried to talk him out of it, but his body apparently had no intention of stopping. Before he could stop himself, he had scooped Sherlock up in his hands and brought him up to place a kiss on his head. Sherlock felt his small cat body go limp, did John just...? God, John was getting overly attached to him being a cat, that was the only possible explanation, of course... But it was heaven. His eyes closed for a moment, wishing John was stilling kissing him, even if it was just the top of his head. Perhaps he could take a few liberties himself... He attempted his 'cutest' mewing sound and licked John's nose.
John felt his heart beat faster. Sherlock only did that because he was in cat form... Why did John's heart sink at that thought? "Sh-Sherlock I l-" What?! Had he been about to tell Sherlock that he... No... He was not gay! He did not think of Sherlock that way! His mind replayed Irene's words. Maybe... No... His internal protests were getting weaker. Oh hell.
Sherlock cocked his head. He wanted to know what John was about to say, but he seemed so flustered by his actions... It was too good an opportunity to pass up. He pressed up against John's chest, tail flicking away teasingly as he propped his front up so he could reach John's neck and licked at it. "hmm?"
John shuddered. Sherlock was making it hard to think straight. "I... Um... I mean..." He tried to think of a way to talk himself out of the corner he had backed himself into with that stupid slip. "I um..." Was that moaning sound coming from him? His blush deepened.
Sherlock closed his eyes, imagining he was in his normal human body again as he sat up in John's lap licking and nipping him. His eyes shot back open. Oh god, he had really just thought that...? He looked up, having heard John's moan, and noticed the simply delicious shade of red he was turning. Sherlock felt a sudden spike go through his spine and down his tail.
"Sherlock, I love you," John said before his mind could catch up with his mouth. Had he really just told Sherlock that he... he loved him? "I mean..." There was no escaping it, no way to change the meaning of his words. Sherlock would want nothing to do with him now. He would lose his best friend.
"You... you do?" Sherlock's eyes widened in shock. How could he? He had given John every reason to hate him. His purring intensified as he pushed closer to John's face and licked his soft fleshy lips. Damn his cat body for not letting him hold John. "I... I love you too John."
Join's jaw dropped. "Y-you do?" he breathed. Sherlock loved him? He held Sherlock closer, hugging him gently so as not to hurt his fragile cat body.
Sherlock purred, his tail swayed happily. "I do. I didn't realize that's what it was, but I do. I have for a while."
"I didn't know until today," John admitted, "but I think I've loved you since we first met." He set Sherlock down on his lap. "I wish that I could kiss you right now..." He sighed. The one downside of Sherlock being small and fluffy was that they could not kiss.
Sherlock felt that same twinge of pain as before and arched up his back. "Me too..." He sucked in a pained gasp, feeling his limbs weaken. He realized that the chemical could finally be wearing off.
"Sherlock, are you alright?" John did not like seeing the man, or cat, he loved in pain. Wait... Could Sherlock be changing back? The thought of a naked Sherlock on his lap sent a wave of desire through him.
"I'm- ahh- f-fine..." Sherlock said unconvincingly. He tried to jump off of John, planning to slink off to another room as he turned back and grab his clothes, or at least a sheet, but he felt like all the strength had been drained out of him. He suddenly shot up, turning back into a human. He leaned against John's jumper as he tried to catch his breath. "Oh... That was... fast..."
John's arms instinctively wrapped around Sherlock. He grabbed a blanket that had been lying on the floor nearby, god - or rather Sherlock - only knows why, and offered it to Sherlock. He knew that his detective would probably want to cover himself.
Sherlock was blushing profusely, John's arms felt so warm around him... but he knew he should really cover up. As he pulled the sheet around himself, he realized the back was sticking up, a long black tail poking out from underneath. Sherlock's eyes doubled in size. He hadn't yet noticed the ears. "I- I have a... JOHN!"
John managed to hold back laughter, but not a smirk. He reached up and stroked one of Sherlock's ears. "Do you think these will ever go away or will you be stuck with a tail and cat ears forever?" His other arm tightened around Sherlock's waist slightly. "Mind you, I'm not complaining. I find them kind of attractive, but I'm not sure how you'd be able to hide them."
Sherlock's body went stark still as the ears flattened against his head. "Ears too?!" he asked quietly. John nodded. Sherlock's head fell forward onto John's shoulder. "I'm a freak... I don't know if they'll stay or not..." He was not wearing that horrid ear hat no matter what.
"Hey, don't say that!" John commanded. "You're not a freak!" His arms wrapped tighter around Sherlock. "You're brilliant and perfect. No matter what anyone says, you're not a freak."
Sherlock's tail wrapped around John's leg as he sank into his arms. "Even like this?" He tried to look John in the eyes and found he couldn't look past the tantalizing lips that were so very close to him now.
"Even like this," John confirmed. He leaned forward and closed the gap between their lips. Sherlock's lips were so soft and wonderful... One of John's hands made its way to the back of Sherlock's head, holding him even closer.
Maybe they could stay for a bit... "Oh John... you're so amazing... so perfect." He never wanted to be out of John's embrace again.
"So are you, Sherlock," John whispered. He ran his tongue along Sherlock's lower lip.
Sherlock moaned, parting his lips for John. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," John replied, sliding his tongue into Sherlock's mouth. He moaned when their tongues met. God, it was perfect. Sherlock's hands were occupied with holding his sheet around him, but he would much rather be holding John instead. No longer caring, he pulled John close, wrapping the sheet around them both. John's hand slipped from Sherlock's waist to his perfectly shaped arse. He was so tempted to just carry Sherlock off to his bed. He probably would soon.
Sherlock moaned, his black silken tail pricking up against John's hand. "Seducer you are..." He licked playfully at John's neck and ears.
John moaned loudly. "B-bed?" he whispered. He envied Sherlock's state of undress as his own trousers were far too tight.
"Y-yes..." Sherlock barely breathed, grabbing John's arm and practically pulling him into John's room. He pushed John onto the bed.
John propped himself up on his forearms. "Will you be joining me, then?" he asked playfully.
Sherlock pounced on him with predatorily. "Of course." He had a toothy grin and nipped John's shirt open with his mouth.
John moaned. "Since when have you been so good at this?" he asked between moans.
"Since I started studying your dating habits and researching what to do via internet. Strangely, Lestrade refused to teach me." He took off John's shirt and threw it to the side.
John laughed. "You asked Lestrade to teach you?" Sherlock was so naïve sometimes...
"And he had the nerve to assume it was for you," Sherlock complained. "Being correct was irrelevant; it could have been for anyone."
John laughed again and kissed Sherlock. "Oh Sherlock... Love, you are absolutely mad and perfect."
Sherlock did not understand why John was laughing at this, but he enjoyed kissing him. His hands ran down John's chest, caressing and committing to memory every muscle, every scar, every centimeter of his surprisingly soft, smooth skin.
John moaned again, all playfulness being lost in a haze of lust. "Sh-Sherlock, I w-want you... so much..." He had never wanted another human being as much as he wanted Sherlock.
Sherlock kissed and nipped down John's chest, worshiping every centimeter. He stopped just above John's trousers and let out a deep lustful growl. "'These are in my way." He quickly removed them. "Mmm... Much better."
John bit his lip and moaned, impossibly aroused by Sherlock's display of skill. "I w-want you in-inside of m-me," he said between moans.
Sherlock swallowed hoarsely. He wanted John with every fiber of his being. His hands caressed John's thighs. He was more nervous then he thought he would be. "L-lube?"
John reached into his bedside table and retrieved a small bottle, handing it to Sherlock. He was blushing a light pink. "Never know when you'll need it..."
Sherlock grinned widely. "My dear blogger, you are always so full of surprises." He took the bottle, loving John's shy, pink face, and gave him a light squeeze.
Sherlock's action elicited another lustful moan from John. His eyes begged Sherlock to stop teasing him and take him. His eyes assured Sherlock that John belonged to no one but his detective. His eyes revealed how much he loved him.
"You're gorgeous." Sherlock knew he could never love anyone else, just the incredible man beneath him. He uncapped the bottle and slicked his fingers, gently brushing them against John.
"Yes," John moaned. He had been in love many times, but he had never loved anyone as wholeheartedly as he loved Sherlock. He knew he would never love anyone else again.
Sherlock pushed a finger in slowly. John was so incredibly warm. He stretched him slowly before adding a second finger and scissoring them.
John adjusted quickly. "Ahhhh... Sherlock!" How did Sherlock learn this through the internet?
Sherlock purred deeply. Did John realize how sexy he was? He pushed a third finger in, wanting desperately to be inside John already.
John nodded. He was ready; beyond ready, he was impatient. "P-please..."
Sherlock smiled, pulling his fingers out slowly and stroking John. "My lovely angel." Sherlock pushed slowly inside, not wanting to hurt John. "Ahh... You're... so amazing..."
John gasped. It hurt so very much for such a short time and then it was so wonderful...
Sherlock could see the pain in John's eyes and nearly pulled out. "S-sorry, are you okay?"
"Yes... F-fine..." John gasped. "P-please don't st-stop..." His legs wrapped around Sherlock and pulled him further in.
Sherlock groaned. He was so deep inside John... He began thrusting in and out, speeding up as he went.
"Sherlock!" John cried. God, Sherlock was incredible.
"Ahh, John, I love you so much," Sherlock moaned. He could tell he would not last much longer.
John felt his control crumble. "Sherlock!" he cried even louder than before as he came between them.
"Ahh!" Sherlock could not take anymore. "John!" He fell on top of him after climaxing.
John held Sherlock close, kissing him gently. "That... was... perfect..." he remarked, breathing heavily.
"You're perfect," Sherlock sighed happily. He cuddled up against John with a small yawn.
John smiled sleepily, closing his eyes and pulling the blanket around them. "Goodnight Sherlock."
Sherlock's tail wrapped around John's waist as he drifted off to sleep. He would finally be waking up in John's arms like he had dreamed of doing so many times.