Author's Note: So, I recently got an account on Archive of Our Own and I find that it's easier to edit works on that website, so I'm publishing this there too and because of that, I might actually update more often!

Disclaimer: If Sherlock was mine, Johnlock would be more canon than it already is.

John trudged into the flat after what had literally been the worst date of his entire adult life. It had been fine, up until the point where he accidentally moaned Sherlock's name during sex instead of... come to think of it, he really didn't know what her name was. He'd been shoved into the hallway wearing only his boxers with the rest of his clothes in his arms and then what's-her-name threw his shoes at him. He only very narrowly jumped out of the way in time. It was extremely humiliating and now all he wanted was to let the stress melt away in a nice hot bath. He headed to the bathroom without a word to his flat mate and turned on the water. When the tub was full, he shrugged out of his clothes, not bothering to lock the door, and sank into the water with a small moan of satisfaction.

Sherlock hated when John would leave for dates. Why he felt they were necessary at all was beyond him. John's place was here by Sherlock's side should he need him, which was often. Even when John didn't know it, his mere presence helped calm the detective and keep him focused. It's why he had tried so hard on numerous occasions to make sure John didn't make it to his dates, but John was getting better at avoiding him when one was coming up. Sherlock needed to stake a better claim on him. He stomped off towards the bathroom, removing his clothes on the way and letting them fall to the floor without a thought. Luckily, John was in too much of a mood to remember to lock the door. Sherlock grinned as he let himself in. "I'm commandeering the tub," he stated coldly, settling into the tub at the opposite end as John.

John jumped slightly, blushing bright red and immediately covering himself with his hands. "Bloody hell, Sherlock!" he exclaimed. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"I'm taking a bath, obviously," Sherlock stated as though it was the most natural and sensible thing in the world. "You're just sitting in the tub doing nothing productive and I required it. There's no reason you should let all the extra warm water go to waste after all. We could significantly lower our water costs if we make this a regular occurrence..."

Of course. John really shouldn't be surprised by Sherlock's logic by now. "Why today, Sherlock?" he whispered, sounding defeated. "I've had a crap day and you choose today of all days to do this." He shouldn't have allowed himself to hope that maybe Sherlock wanted him as much as he wanted his friend.

"You looked like you were having a bad day..." Sherlock explained in a small voice, much less sure of himself now, "and I read on the internet that physical contact can help people feel loved and needed—and I very much need you, John... So I thought this would help." He bit his lip nervously. Perhaps he made a poor decision. Of course John didn't want this, Sherlock was practically forcing himself on him. "I could leave..."

John sighed and ran a hand over his face, giving up on trying to cover himself. He was honestly just too tired to care. "You can stay," he mumbled.

Sherlock smiled and situated himself so he was more comfortable at his end of the tub. "Very environmentally conscious of you, John," he purred, his voice regaining its confidence. His feet slid forward a bit and brushed against John's.

John tried to ignore the sensation—like a lightning bolt—that went through him at the contact, hoping his blush wasn't as obvious as it felt. He closed his eyes and sank a bit deeper into the water, sighing.

Sherlock slid lower into the tub so the water was up to his shoulders and his feet reached the sides of John's surprisingly plush little bum. "Slipped..." he said unconvincingly, smiling mischievously.

John bit back a moan as his blush deepened. He knew Sherlock well enough to know that he was lying, though for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why.

Sherlock cocked his head to the side, he had really expected to be kicked out of the bath by now and John was turning the loveliest shade of red... Was it possible that he...? But John had always said he was not gay... although he never technically said he was straight either... "John?" Sherlock purred, fully planning on exploiting the situation. "Want me to wash your back?" His feet lightly squeezed John's arse before pulling back, pretending it was unintentional.

A small moan managed to escape John's lips as his eyes snapped open. Sherlock's heart fluttered faster at that inciting sound. He quickly righted himself in the tub and pushed himself forward so he was almost touching John, a bit of water sloshing over the side. "Sherlock, what are you...?" John began.

"I think you know exactly what I'm doing," Sherlock murmured, interrupting John.

John's heart beat faster and he swallowed dryly. "I thought you were married to your work?" he asked.

"Like I said John, I need you... Aren't you involved in every aspect of my work? I thought I had made that quite obvious." Sherlock grabbed the soap from behind John and slid it up his back teasingly.

John shivered and gazed at Sherlock intently, letting his eyes travel across the detective's pale body. "So you consider us married, then?" he half-teased.

"Mhmm," Sherlock hummed in the affirmative. "You're the only one I could possibly want and I consider you mine." He said the last word particularly possessively. "And I don't like you going off with women at night; you've been a very naughty husband, John."

John was practically dizzy with delight and the loss of blood to his brain caused by it all hurrying downwards. "Have I?" he playfully shot back. "And what are you going to do about it?"

"I am going to show you to whom you belong and make sure you never forget it," Sherlock growled as he captured John's lips with his own in a demanding kiss. "And if you try to go out again with someone other than me, I might just tie you to the bed and show you where you're most needed."

John moaned and kissed back, pulling Sherlock closer. Sherlock was really sexy when dominant and jealous. "I may have to go on a date with some random woman, just to have you follow through on your threat," he purred.

"You naughty little thing; you would try to defy me like that," Sherlock reprimanded playfully. He grabbed a glorious handful of John's arse and sucked passionately at his neck.

John gasped in pleasure, tilting his head to give Sherlock better access to his neck. "You still have yet to claim me properly," he said, already completely hard. "Make me yours, Sherlock."

John's words went straight to Sherlock's already hard cock. He gently bit John's shoulder as he pressed a finger to his entrance. "Have you done this before?" he asked against John's skin. "With a man instead of a woman?"

John shook his head in the negative. "You will be my first," he said.

"Good," Sherlock purred, thrilled that he would be the only one to claim John in this way. "This might hurt, love." He gently pressed his finger in halfway and blushed a bit when he realized he hadn't actually said the words yet. "I love you John."

John winced at the intrusion, but the pain was forgotten as Sherlock said the words John so desperately wanted him to say. "I love you too, Sherlock," he whispered, grinning like a loon.

Sherlock kissed him deeply, much more gently and lovingly this time. "Mine," he purred, pushing his finger in deeper and slowly adding a second.

John ignored the pain in favor of moaning into Sherlock's mouth. "Yours," he agreed. "Always yours."

Sherlock worried it might be too much for him. He scissored his fingers slightly, asking, "It's not too much is it?"

John moaned again. "God, no," he breathed. "More... please, more..."

Sherlock spread his fingers more, loving how it felt to have his fingers buried deep inside of John. He gently added a third finger. "God you're tight."

John shivered with steadily increasing pleasure. "Need you, 'Lock," he moaned.

"I think I rather like you being needy," Sherlock said with a smirk. He briefly pecked those beautiful lips of John's. "Need you too." He carefully withdrew his fingers and pressed the head of his cock against John's entrance.

John spread and lifted his legs to give Sherlock better access to his arse. "Please," he whimpered.

Sherlock smiled, lifting John up by his waist and pressing into him with a satisfied moan.

John moaned at the incredible fullness. It felt so amazing to be joined with Sherlock in this way. He'd wanted this for so long, but he thought it would never happen and now that it had, he was amazed he hadn't tried it before.

"I wish I knew you wanted this sooner," Sherlock muttered before slowly thrusting into the blond.

"Yeah... thought you... were supposed to be... a genius..." John managed to tease between moans and gasps of pleasure. "Oh Sherlock..."

"Mmmm... John... you know... ah... how I am with sentiment..." Sherlock replied.

John had to admit that Sherlock had a point there. "Shut up and kiss me," he demanded.

Sherlock grinned. Apparently he wasn't the only possessive one. He snogged John deeply, reaching his hand between them to stroke him far too lightly.

John gasped at the sensation, kissing Sherlock even more urgently than before. Bloody hell, Sherlock felt so perfect inside of him and those long fingers were being far too gentle. He needed more.

"Like that do you?" Sherlock purred as he began pumping John harder, making sure to hit John's prostate with each thrust. John cried out in ecstasy. Sherlock was incredible. "John! I love you... God... I'm ah- so close..." He tried holding on, wanting John to come first.

Just hearing Sherlock say that pushed John over the edge. "Sherlock!" he shouted as he came into the bath water. Sherlock moaned deeply, coming into him with a shout. John caught his breath slowly. "I believe you were going to tie me to your bed at some point today..." he said with a grin.

"Have to clean you up first," Sherlock pointed out. He cleaned up the mess they both had made and drained the tub. He grabbed a fluffy bath towel and practically cuddled John until he was dry.

John grinned. "Who'd have thought that the great Sherlock Holmes is a cuddler?"

"Don't you dare let anyone know about it," Sherlock said with a grin. He smiled as he pressed his head into John's neck.

John chuckled. "What're you gonna do to stop me from telling all of Scotland Yard?" he teased.

"Whatever I can," Sherlock replied with a predatory grin. "I have quite a few well-practiced restraining methods."

John shivered, already getting hard again. "I'm curious about just how creative you can be when it comes to bondage," he said with a wink.

Sherlock grinned. "I can imagine quite a variety now." He kissed the top of John's head before dropping the towel and leading him out of the bathroom.

John followed eagerly. "Would you like to know why my date ended with me being thrown out of a flat wearing only a pair of pants?"

Oh, that was a lovely visual. "Call her the wrong name?" he teased.

"Actually, that's exactly what happened when I called your name instead of hers," John said with a mildly embarrassed smile.

Sherlock grinned. "R-really?" Somehow, John calling his name while with someone else was oddly romantic.

John nodded. "It was embarrassing at the time, but more than worth it if this is the result."

Sherlock's smile widened. "I'll have to ensure that it was the last time you ever have to make such a mistake, then."

"Good," John said happily. They finally reached Sherlock's room and Sherlock quickly pinned him to the bed, nipping at his neck and lips.

John moaned into Sherlock's mouth. "Thought you... were gonna... tie me up..." he managed to murmur between kisses.

"If I... must..." Sherlock sighed, not sounding nearly as put out or reluctant as he intended. He had a hard time pulling himself away from John. He grabbed a few items from his closet. "Rope or handcuffs?" he asked, holding up both for John's inspection.

John grinned at him. "Up to you, my sexy consulting detective," he replied.

Sherlock bound both of John's ankles to the bed posts with the rope, grinning at how it forced him to spread his legs, which gave him quite a lovely view. John felt himself getting even harder, though he refused to admit how much Sherlock's display of dominance and predatory gaze turned him on. Sherlock ran his hands up John's lean body before grasping his wrists and handcuffing them together. He fastened the handcuffs to the headboard of the bed and admired his handiwork. John whimpered. He was so hard it hurt, but he couldn't do anything to give himself friction. He was completely at Sherlock's mercy.

Sherlock ran his hands teasingly down John's chest. "Just look at you, practically vibrating with need."

John bit his lip. Sherlock was enjoying watching him suffer from lack of friction far too much. "Lawk... need you..."

Sherlock nipped lightly at his chest, stroking John's cock far too gently. "How badly do you need me?"

John tried desperately to rut against Sherlock's hand, but found that he couldn't move. Sherlock had done an excellent job of tying and cuffing him to the bed. "I need you more than I need oxygen," he whimpered.

"My precious Jawn," Sherlock purred, gripping John's cock more firmly and pumping it, giving John what he needed.

John moaned in pleasure. "Mmmmm... Sherlawk..." Oh, it felt so amazing. Sherlock grabbed a bottle of lube nearby and rubbed it into himself carefully, planning on riding John. John's pupils dilated when he realized what Sherlock planned to do. He was most definitely looking forward to this.

Sherlock moaned as he pushed his fingers inside of himself, hovering just above John. "Mmmm... John... " He pulled them out slowly and pushed onto John with a moan. John moaned at the wonderful friction Sherlock's tight heat gave him.

"God, John... so... ah... full..." Sherlock gasped. He slowly slid up and down on John, hitting his own prostate.

John moaned, loving every second of it. "You are... bloody stupendous..." he gasped.

Sherlock pulled all the way off only to push john completely back in again. "I don't want to... ahh... give you reason to ... leave me..." he admitted between moans.

John's heart nearly stopped for a moment. "I'll never leave you, Sherlock," he promised. "Ever. You're finally mine and I've wanted you for so long. I could never leave you even if I tried."

Sherlock's eyes watered a bit. "I love you so much John," he whispered.

John wished he could kiss away Sherlock's tears, but as he'd already learned, he was unable to move. "I love you more than life itself and I intend to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Oh John..." Sherlock sighed, sniffling almost imperceptibly. "I want to spend the rest of mine with you too."

"Come here," John said, wanting to kiss Sherlock. Sherlock leaned forward, claiming John's lips lightly. John kissed back lovingly. "My 'Lawk," he sighed against Sherlock's lips.

"I think I rather like that nickname, Jawn," Sherlock purred against him, trying to suppress his lingering insecurities.

John grinned. "Good." He wanted Sherlock to keep riding him. It felt wonderful as it was, but he needed movement. Sherlock righted himself on John's cock and rocked forward. John moaned. "How is it you know exactly what I want when I want it?"

"I have an amazing ability to deduce things love," Sherlock chuckled. He slid up and down on John.

John chuckled. "I'm well aware, but I'm amazed you're able to deduce anything right now." He glanced pointedly at Sherlock's neglected cock.

"Maybe I... ah... should uncuff you?" Sherlock offered.

John bit his lip. "I think I'd rather like to see you pleasure yourself..." he admitted shyly.

"My, aren't you cocky," Sherlock teased. He grinned, stroking himself as his head lolled back in bliss.

John felt himself drawing closer and closer to his climax as he watched Sherlock. Bloody hell, it was sexy.

"Mmmm Jaaawn..." Sherlock moaned. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last.

"Come for me, Sherlock," John purred. He wanted Sherlock to orgasm first.

Oh, those words in that voice were impossibly sexy. "J-John!" he shouted as he came across John's midsection. John came into Sherlock almost immediately after. Sherlock got off him and snuggled up to John's side, kissing his chest. "My John," he sighed. "I love you." John really wished his arms were free so he could hold Sherlock. "I should probably release you now..." Sherlock undid the handcuffs, but left the rope in place.

John chuckled, rubbing his sore wrists. "I love you too, you daft git," he sighed, embracing Sherlock.

"I'm making sure you stay the night," Sherlock yawned, referring to the ropes.

John sighed, shaking his head. Sherlock thought he wouldn't stay? "Why the hell would I leave when I've wanted nothing more than to sleep with you in my arms for months now?"

Sherlock snuggled into him, hiding his face. "It wouldn't be the first time someone did," he mumbled.

John immediately got worried. "What happened to make you so insecure, my love?" he implored gently.

Sherlock sighed deeply. He didn't want to think about the events of so long ago; he just wanted to lay there with John and learn to trust him. "It was a while ago," he muttered. "It doesn't matter now."

John kissed Sherlock gently. "It matters if you can't trust that I love you because of it."

"Someone broke my heart very badly..." Sherlock reluctantly explained. "I haven't trusted anyone since."

John's heart broke for Sherlock. "What happened?"

"V-Victor..." Sherlock breathed, his voice unsteady. He hated even thinking of the name. "I know you are aware of some of my past... " John's first day at the flat involved a drug raid, after all. Stupid Gavin... "He was how that came into my life. I spent my trust fund on drugs for us, when the money was gone, so was he."

A tear fell from John's eye and he held Sherlock closer. "Untie me, love," he murmured gently. "I swear I won't leave. I'll be here with you in the morning and every morning from now on. For the rest of my life, I'll stay with you."

Sherlock hesitantly untied him. Logically, he knew John would stay, but his subconscious wasn't too kind to him.

John wrapped his arms and legs around Sherlock, keeping him as close as physically possible. "Sleep now, my darling. I have something I want to discuss in the morning."

"Alright love," Sherlock yawned, kissed John gently, and used his chest as a pillow.

John rubbed Sherlock's back gently. "Goodnight, my 'Lawk."

"Night, Jawn," Sherlock yawned with his eyes closed. John fell asleep thinking about what he planned to do in the morning. He was going to make sure that Sherlock understood that John would love him forever.

Sherlock yawned lightly in the morning, not wanting to wake just yet. All of the events of the previous night flooded back to him and he cracked an eye open to check if John was still there. He smiled happily when he saw John's peacefully sleeping face. He could hardly believe last night had actually happened, but his proof was right there, sleeping next to him. John's arms tightened around him as his eyes fluttered open. "Good morning, love," Sherlock greeted, kissing John's chest.
John smiled and kissed Sherlock's lovely pink lips. "Morning," he yawned. "I told you I'd still be here, you nutter."

"And you really are," Sherlock said with awe in his voice. He smiled, kissing his John deeply.

John kissed back lazily. "I'm here because I love you," he told his detective. "I wanted to ask you something."

"Anything."

"You said last night in the tub that you consider us married," John recalled. "Would you like to make it official?"

Sherlock's eyes lit up. "Really?" he squeaked, clearing his throat to bring it back down to its regular pitch. "Of course!" He clung to John tightly.

John grinned. "So you'll marry me, Sherlock?" he asked, wanting a definite answer.

"Of course I will, love!" Sherlock exclaimed, snogging him.

John kissed back, happier than ever before. "I'll love you forever, Sherlock," he promised.

"I'll love you forever too John."

After a few minutes of intense snogging, John spoke again. "We need to go ring shopping," he mused, his hand lazily trailing along Sherlock's spine.

Sherlock grinned, linking their fingers together. "It seems we do," he agreed.

John nuzzled against Sherlock's neck. "I'm so glad that you're finally mine," he murmured.

Sherlock hummed in agreement, kissing John's chest. "I don't even know why I got in the tub," he admitted after a while. "I suppose I was just tired of not being with you."

John chuckled. "I'm very glad you did," he said, kissing Sherlock's forehead lovingly.

A smirk appeared on Sherlock's face. "It was worth the risk of being yelled at to grasp that perfect little bum of yours."

John laughed out loud. "I never thought I'd hear you say anything like that," he stated, shaking his head fondly.

"Perhaps not, but I think it constantly," Sherlock admitted with a wink.

John snogged him thoroughly. "Do you, now?" he asked playfully.

"Most definitely," Sherlock told him. "Especially right now." He reached behind John and grabbed a handful of his wonderful arse.

John moaned lightly at the fantastic sensation of Sherlock's hand on his bum. "There have been many times at crime scenes where you bend down to examine evidence while I examine your arse." John grabbed Sherlock's arse with both hands, snogging him.

"Mmmm you should have," Sherlock hummed against his lips. "Though Gavin would have likely turned red."

"Greg, Sherlock," John corrected with a chuckle. "His name is Greg. Or Gregory, if you're Mycroft."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "Why would Mycroft call him by his first name?" he demanded suspiciously.

John grinned. "You mean you don't know?"

"What don't I know?" Sherlock asked with a raised eyebrow.

John laughed. "Oh this is brilliant! I know something that Sherlock Holmes doesn't know!" He took a moment to bask in the glory of that triumph.

Sherlock furrowed his brow in aggravation. "Yes, yes, very amusing..." he growled sarcastically. "What is it?"

John smirked, entirely unfazed by Sherlock's annoyance. "This may come as a bit of a shock, so brace yourself," he said gently, his tone and smirk contradicting each other. "They're shagging. Have been for months now. Their three month anniversary is coming up soon, I think."

Sherlock stared blankly at him for a moment. "I may have to delete knowing this..." he muttered, sounding more than a little disturbed.

John snickered. "Did I scar you?"

"For life..." Sherlock answered. He gave a quick shiver.

John chuckled. "Drama queen, you are." Sherlock crossed his arms and pouted. John kissed Sherlock's pout. "Oh come off it, they're actually a bit adorable together."

"My brother does not make a cute couple with anyone," Sherlock argued.

"He does with Greg," John said. "I've seen Mycroft smile without looking like it's physically painful."

"That's possible?" Sherlock asked genuinely confused.

John grinned. "You should see them sometimes."

"I'm afraid I might have to at some point, just to see whether or not you're lying."

John licked Sherlock's neck teasingly. "I love you."

"Mmm, I love you too..." Sherlock hummed. "Maybe if I have you there, it won't be so bad."

John grinned and slowly dragged his teeth across the skin of his neck. "You'll always have me there."

"Mmmm, John..." Sherlock purred lustfully.

"I love you, my amazing Sherlock," John murmured.

"I love you too, my incredible John."