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Fairy Tales	By : Leloi Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Fairy Tales
- 2-Part 2 & Epilogue
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Part 2

The first thing John realized was that his feet were cold, which made him rather uncomfortable. The second thing was that there was a heavy pounding echoing incessantly. With some effort he managed to open his eyes and saw the fluorescent lights above him. Looking down upon himself he realized he was lying on the floor with something black and woolen covering most of him except for his feet which were bare. Thoughtfully he stared at his wiggling toes. The pounding continued and he turned his head to see Sherlock’s familiar shape banging his fist against the wall. It occurred to him that they were trapped somewhere and Sherlock was trying to get the attention of their captor.

John sat up and in doing so realized that he was naked with Sherlock’s overcoat draped over him. Why was he naked? The idea of Sherlock taking off his coat to cover the naked body of his flat mate brought a smile to John’s lips. Sherlock would not let him suffer cold or lack of dignity. With some effort John made it to his feet and pulled the overcoat on to cover up. His arm was sore and he felt a little dizzy. What had happened to him? Last thing he remembered was Mycroft’s summons. “Sherlock?” John whispered.

Sherlock froze, flinching somewhat. Spinning around, the detective stared at his companion. “You’re awake.”

“Yes… why am I naked?” John replied, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Mycroft brought me here and I found you on the floor like that. What was he thinking? You were shivering, clearly in the first phase of hypothermia!” Sherlock frowned and returned his attention to the wall, resuming the pounding.

“You two are not being let out until you can play nicely together.” Mycroft’s voice sounded hollow and tinny through the PA system.

Sherlock had stopped pounding mid movement and looked up instead at the ceiling. “You bastard! Let us out!”

“Again… not until you two can play nicely. I can’t unleash you on the public half cocked, Sherlock. You’ll ruin civilization as we know it.”

“Isn’t that just a bit blown out of proportion?” John asked, shaking his head.

“John Watson your job is to explain. Sherlock you are to listen. That is all.” The PA cut out.

Sherlock made a face and gave John a hard look. “Well? The sooner you do what he wants the sooner we can leave.”

John leaned against a wall and slid down to the floor, his legs stretched out before him. “I’m sorry you misunderstood me.” The doctor’s voice was quiet and hesitant.

Sherlock said nothing but leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed defensively.

“There’s no easy way to say this…” John held his breath, staring at his knees. “Sherlock, I have feelings for you… Strong feelings.”

“But?” Sherlock added, cocking an eyebrow.

“There’s no but.” John replied, looking up at the detective. “I have feelings for you. I daresay it may even be love.” His gaze returned to his knees, finding that to be safer.

“Like a brother…?”

John shook his head.

Sherlock ran a hand through his hair, holding his breath and then quickly letting it out. His own back slid down the wall so he could sit on the floor, facing John. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was afraid of what you might say. Last I heard you weren’t looking for that. I couldn’t stand the thought of you… mocking me or rejecting me.” John shut his eyes, head bowed. Why did the Holmes brothers always find ways to wound him so thoroughly?

“Come here.” Sherlock whispered.

John looked up at him, unsure what he meant. The detective was beckoning with his fingers, as if hoping to pull John across the room with invisible strings. John obeyed, crawling on his hands and knees to Sherlock before sitting down before him.

Sherlock wrapped his arms around John and pulled him firmly to his chest. Long arms found their way underneath the overcoat and pulled smooth, naked flesh to his aching body. Fingers splayed, covering a hip and a shoulder, Sherlock buried his face against John’s neck and took in his scent.

John blushed, feeling himself held in such an intimate fashion… but it was Sherlock. There was no darkness to make him unsure this time. The one who held him was Sherlock. His own face nuzzled against Sherlock’s neck, just under his ear, smelling his hair and skin. “I thought you would hate me for falling for you.”

“How could I hate you?” Sherlock mumbled against John’s flesh. Protectively he raised his knees to hold John between them.

“You so often rely on logic… and love isn’t logical.” John yawned and shifted to rest his head against Sherlock’s shoulder, his eyes closed.

“You have that effect on me…” Sherlock replied, cradling John in his arms. Closing his eyes, he felt at peace… whole for the first time in his life.

^.~

“Sherlock has made up with John.” Mycroft stated casually to his sister as he took tea with her in her tower.

Millicent made a face. “Damn…”

“Why so disappointed? Were you hoping Sherlock would remain a bachelor?” Mycroft cocked an eyebrow.

“No… I was thinking of keeping the doctor for myself… after he had sufficient time to get over Sherlock, of course.”

“Of course.” Mycroft echoed, taking another sip of tea. “And I’ve seen him naked.”

Millicent stared at Mycroft for a long moment. “I’m so jealous.”

“I knew you would be. Do you plan to use his sperm?”

Millicent nodded. “It’s not like Sherlock can have children with his chosen partner, should he chose to be a father. Besides it makes John part of our family legacy and gives him ties to us.”

“How very thoughtful of you. It will be interesting to see how his genetic phenotypes mingle with our own.”

^.~

“You, sir, gave me a blowjob.” John pointed an accusatory finger at Sherlock’s reclining form on their couch. John sat on his usual chair.

Sherlock grinned wickedly and stared up at the ceiling, fingers threaded behind his head.

“Wherever did you learn to give one? You know what? Never mind… I don’t really want to know.” John stared at his friend.

“Why? Concerned that you aren’t the first?” Sherlock continued to grin.

“Maybe a little…” John admitted.

“No worries, John. All my experience comes from watching. And what’s to know? Tongue and suction… no teeth. Although I don’t know if I got the ending right. My research showed pulling away at the last second but that looked really messy so I improvised.”

“You have talent.”

Sherlock absolutely beamed, his eyes and smile bright.

John got up from his chair and approached the couch. Without a word Sherlock made room for him and he sat down. His hands rested on Sherlock’s shins. “Do you want me to return the favor?”

“Return it?” Sherlock looked somewhat perplexed.

“Usually having sex involves a give and take thing… I don’t want to always be on the receiving end.”

“You want to have sex with me?” Sherlock asked, eyes wide in surprise.

“What did you think?” John gave him a lopsided smile. “That you would do just enough to keep me under your spell without anything in return?”

Sherlock stared back at the doctor and John knew in an instant that that was exactly what Sherlock had planned… to keep him close by filling some of John’s sexual needs.

John bowed his head and puffed out his air. “I don’t want this to be one sided. I’m not like that, Sherlock. If you want to satisfy me then I want to satisfy you. Is that all right?”

Mutely Sherlock nodded. “You want to have sex with me…” The words repeated themselves in awe.

John frowned a bit. “What’s wrong? Hasn’t anyone wanted to be with you?”

Sherlock shook his head. “I think I scare them.” Suddenly the detective seemed very young for his 35 years.

With a smile John rubbed his hands up Sherlock’s thighs. Cautiously his fingers hooked on Sherlock’s pajama bottoms and the waistband of his underwear. They both slid down and off Sherlock’s legs with only a little effort. John returned his attention to his partner’s penis. Already it was halfway aroused, the head half peeking out of the foreskin. John himself was circumcised. Pushing the skin back he leaned in and took the tip into his mouth, tasting Sherlock intimately. Never had he wanted to taste another man’s penis in his life, but there was something about his feelings for Sherlock that made this the most natural action in the world.

Sherlock gasped in surprise and reached down to touch John’s head. A long leg wrapped itself around John’s torso, pulling him closer. “This feels… feels…” Sherlock moaned. The sexual part of himself he had kept apart from his thoughts was quickly emerging. His body ached to be sated, ached to be held and caressed. Sherlock desperately wished to share himself completely with the man above him. His hands clawed down, pulling John’s body up to cover his own as he crushed their lips together. “I want you…” The detective’s voice was breathy and ragged with need.

John allowed himself the treat of being pulled to Sherlock with all the younger man’s possessive strength. “We should do that in a bed.” Carefully he eased out of Sherlock’s arms and held out his hand.

Quickly Sherlock got up and took his hand, pulling him eagerly towards his bedroom. Pausing only long enough to shut the door he began to undress John before pulling off his own robe and shirt. The detective pushed the doctor to sit on the bed before sitting on his lap, straddling him. “Yours looks different than mine…”

“I’m circumcised… you are not.” John reached down and stroked Sherlock into full erection. “See? Now they look more alike.”

Sherlock responded by pushing John back onto the bed, rubbing himself against him with wild abandon. “I want more… but not yet…” His words were soft and broken by his breathing. “Next time…” Eagerly his hips thrust, shamelessly rubbing against his partner.

John held the younger man tightly, trying to follow each movement. The promise of next time made him quiver inside. For now there was thrusting and the look of elation on Sherlock’s face as he gave in to his primal desires. “Yes…” Reaching down he grasped the both of them and began pumping.

Sherlock let out a small cry, his eyes rolling back up into his head as a look of pure bliss spread over his face. Something warm and wet spurted on John’s chest and he surrendered to his own little death to follow Sherlock. Gasping for air, the detective lay down upon his companion, savoring the sensation and closeness.

John rubbed Sherlock’s sweaty back with fondness. “I love you, Sherlock.”

It was enough to make the younger man turn his head away. The feeling was both gratifying and sad. Why else would tears fall? “You are mine, John.” Suddenly he rolled off and reached for John, kissing him intently. “You are mine…” Whispers sent warm breath over John’s face. “Always…”

“Always…” John echoed.

^.~

Epilogue

John stared in awe at the newborn in his arms. “Hello there, little one…” Gently he whispered to the babe.

Sherlock stood at John’s shoulder, looking down at the child with interest. “He looks like you.” One of the detective’s fingers lightly probed the baby. The infant clasped the finger and held tight. Light flitted through Sherlock’s eyes, love twinkling through. “He’s beautiful, John.”

John beamed at Sherlock and was rewarded with a kiss. “He’s ours, Sherlock…”

“I don’t know how to be a father…” Sherlock whispered, gently caressing the newborn’s hold on his finger.

“Neither do I.”

“The poor lad is doomed!” Sherlock teased. “Hear that, kiddo? You’re doomed!”

The baby made a face, setting both the fathers into soft giggles.

Mycroft watched the two who held the heir to the Holmes family line with a soft smile on his face. John was a good influence on his brother… Sherlock was well on his way to becoming a good man. The way the baby brought light to Sherlock’s eyes… his brother was smitten. But, of course, that was only because the child was John’s and John was Sherlock’s. Lightly Mycroft cleared his throat.

Sherlock looked to his brother, looking a little like a protective father which pleased the elder Holmes to no end. John smiled at Mycroft.

“Our little one must be fed and changed so he can take a nap.” Stepping forward, Mycroft held out his arms. “You both will have plenty of time with him. But you have work to do.” Gently he took the newborn from John’s arms.

“Do we get to name him?” Sherlock asked.

“What name would you like?” Mycroft asked.

“James…” John replied. “It’s my father’s name.”

Mycroft raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Could it be? Finally the Holmes naming curse is over?”

“We can give him a frightful middle name is that would help.” Sherlock smirked.

“I’ll leave that up to his mother…” Mycroft sighed. “But James is… a good name.” A smile was cast at his brother and brother in law. “A good name, indeed.”

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