Chapter 3

"Hello" Sherlock greeted the doctor, standing up to shake his hand. "You are?"

"John" he replied with a kind smile on his face "John Watson"

Sherlock only pressed his lips into a thin line to show he had heard. John was a good-looking man. He wore good clothes, and had a strangely nice demeanor considering his dominant position. That had never happened before.

Sherlock sat back down, realizing every intamite detail of this mans life. John seemed to be doing the same.

"So" The Doctor continued after he had finished taking in everything about Sherlock "I suppose we're to live together then, at the request of your landlady"

Sherlock nodded in response

"I suppose, then, that we should probably have a conversation about this arrangement" Oh. Oh God Sherlock thought to himself I hate these conversations.

John must have seen the look of fear in the taller mans face, because he sat on the chair opposite Sherlock with calmer, kinder eyes.

"There's many possibilities" He continued without Sherlock having answered his previous statement. That's better the detective thought. Just give me questions and ill answer them.

"I can be a companion; helping you stay off drugs. I can be your companion and your dominant; as well as helping you with your drug problem I will also be your dom and we will set boundaries together. Find out what you are capable of. I've been told a lot of bad things, Sherlock. Bad things indeed." The doctor said with raised eyebrows.

"Really?" Sherlock said in a sarcastically surprised manner "About me?" He snorted in derision and looked over past John to the kitchen.

"Yes" John shot back quickly, making Sherlock's eyes snap back to him "I've heard you're a bad sub. I've heard you're rude and impolite. I've heard you don't follow orders and I've heard that you dislike anybody who tries to make you unwind"

Sherlock stayed quiet, his submissive side taking the better of him

"I must warn you Sherlock, I may be being paid, but if you decide you want me as a dominant as well as a companion I won't put up with bad behaviour. The minute you seem like you dont want to be a submissive, or a submissive with me for that matter I will leave you."

Sherlock stiffened. The only reason he had stayed off of drugs for this long was because Mrs. Hudson was watching over him. He would surely return to bad habits if John left.

"I'm sure you have been informed" John continued eyeing Sherlock's stiffening posture "That drug busts will be performed on this house at random intervals."

"What?" Sherlock asked flatly "Drug busts. Drug busts?! People rifling through my things, that's ridiculous!" he exploded, standing up and walking to the kitchen.

"Sherlock" John called after him "I wasn't finished with talking to you." The detective froze, putting his fingers to his temples and sighing. He reluctantly returned to his seat. "So" John went on "Obviously you have time to choose what you want. What you need, and unless you know now im happy to set up in my room."

John went to get up but Sherlock stopped him when he cleared his throat.

"I um... I would like it if you where my dom" Sherlock said, meekly. He felt so embarrassed at himself. Asking to be somebody sub like a slave.

"Perfect" John said "Well done, Sherlock. You made a mature decision. Any one of those would have been the right decision, but I was afraid you wouldn't answer it at all" John smiled, and it radiated towards Sherlock who reciprocated.

"Thank you" he replied, unsure of whether to add-on the usual, respectful 'sir'. They hadn't really discussed that far. John continued towards the door and up the stairs to look at his new room. His clothes and belongings would arrive later.

"Right then" John said, sitting down with a huff and slapping his thighs with his hands as he did so "We need to discuss things then, don't we Sherlock". The doctor picked up a cup of tea "Did you make this?" he asked.

"Mhm" Sherlock replied "And no, I didn't. They just kind of... happen. Probably Mrs. Hudson" and went back to staring intently past John. Seemingly at nothing.

"Sherlock!" John snapped his fingers in front of the taller mans face and watched as he jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion of his thoughts. Sherlock made an 'mmm' sound as way of replying. "I think the first thing we need to sort out is how you address me" John went on, soundly slightly less kind "I think sir should do, don't you think"

"Probably" Sherlock replied and looked down at his nails. He looked up at John when silence filled the room "Probably sir" He corrected himself.

"Right. What are your limits, Sherlock? What don't you like?"

Sherlock thought for a moment at this. He could have mentioned Scat, but didn't think the doctor the type to like it anyway. That was definitely a hard limit for Sherlock. Oh! He thought "Needles" he replied with a nod after several minutes of him just thinking. "Needles sir" he corrected himself again.

"Noted" John said, his smile returning to his face. "What do you like?"

Sherlock stiffened again as John said those words. John just sighed and told him "Sherlock. Today, as this is our first time together I will lay everything out for you so you only have to answer questions but as this progresses, I will expect you to answer me properly and politely. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir" Came the answer. John silently praised him for remembering the polite address.

"Okay. Do you consider caning a praise or a punishment?"

"Punishment, sir" Sherlock replied

"Do you consider paddling a praise or punishment?"

"Punishment, sir" again, came the reply.

"Do you consider the riding crop praise or punishment?" John asked again

"Uhm.." Sherlock stumbled on this last question making John bristle quite openly

"Come on Sherlock. I'm already laying it out so nicely for you the least you can do is respect me enough to answer" the doctor chastised.

"Praise, sir. The same with spanking" Sherlock said, looking down at his feet, embarrassed.

"Well done Sherlock" the blonde man smiled reassuringly, dipping his head so he could see Sherlock's expression. "I think that's all we need to talk about today. Unless there is anything you want to ask about me? Or about this?" The doctor motioned between himself and Sherlock with his hands.

The detective shook his head, soon realising John would not be happy about this he corrected himself for the third time "No, sir"

"Sherlock is you forget to call me sir one more time I will have to punish you" John warned.

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir" Came the reply.

"Are you hungry?" John asked getting up from his seat.

"No, sir. Just tired" Sherlock replied. Without looking up he retreated to his room where he shut and tried to lock the door before realizing the lock had been removed. Brilliant.

Sherlock didnt sleep that night. He went through his cupboards trying to find the old case files he had hidden away in their somewhere. That supposed 'drugs bust' had messed all his order up. Being unable to find them, he sat on his bed with a disgruntled look on his face.

He fell back into his pillow and into his mind palace, looking at each individual piece of John that he had collected. He seemed strict. He cautioned himself He seemed caring though, the submissive part of his brain retorted. Maybe asking him to be his dom had been a bad idea.

Having him just as a companion may have been hard yes, but Sherlock felt a little scared of the man who had already made himself such a big part of the detectives life in such a small amount of time. Damn

Note: I only spent about half an hour on this one, and I proof read it once, I think. Dont hate me ^.^ Please leave comments, but dont be too mean.