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Anomalies	By : Harpling Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Anomalies
Author: Harpling
Characters, Pairing: Sherlock/John, Lestrade, Mycroft, Donovan, Anderson, Dimmock, Mrs. Hudson, OC
Rating: PG13 (eventually NC17)
Summary: Sherlock Holmes was a man accustomed to anomalies. Things out of place formed the bulk of his work, after all. But why was he so slow to notice them in his own behaviour?
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and I am making no money from them.
Warnings: Manly man love, awkward Sherlock
Beta'd by the extraordinary Lynn Maxwell and not yet Brit-picked.

Chapter 6

The very next morning, John stumbled, bleary-eyed, down the stairs to find Sherlock stripped to the waist and whirling about the living room wielding a scimitar like a mad dervish. For two hours, he had been with his scimitar, consciously moving to display the qualities most commonly associated with virility any time the faintest sound of movement came from upstairs. As John reached the living room, Sherlock spun to face him, posing carefully to display his physique in the most imposing and masculine position he could achieve. Just in case, he peeked at his reflection in the mirror (shoulders back, spine straight, flushed cheeks, sheen of manly sweat, arms raised forcefully, pyjama pants slung low around his hips to show the line of dark hair spreading lower), and was satisfied to see that his posture was precisely the same as a male orangutan or gorilla attracting a mate. Sherlock held this position for 3.5 seconds before lowering the scimitar slowly to his side. “Good morning, John. Sleep well?”
Rather than swooning with lust (or hooting and drawing back his upper lip while puffing out his cheeks, as a female orangutan was wont to do), John simply muttered incoherently before shuffling to the kitchen. As he moved sleepily about the kitchen, his flatmate was left to consider in what respect his display could have been lacking. Though he had no illusions in regard to his own physical appearance, Sherlock could admit that he was, objectively speaking, possessed of several of the physical traits most often sought after by courting humans (by orangutan and gorilla standards, he had to admit that he was sadly lacking). Why, then, had John seemed oblivious? He had certainly not been oblivious to the physical traits of the men at the club. Was it the sword? Was it the perceived aggression in the wielding of the sword? Was there something off-putting about Sherlock himself?
As his mind whirled, considering and discarding various possible explanations for the lack of a reaction, Sherlock could hear John stumble through his morning routine of caffeine preparation and ingestion. He was still idly swinging the scimitar and working through several theories when John walked back through the sitting room, mug in hand. This time, he stopped abruptly when he caught sight of Sherlock. “What the hell are you doing? It’s a bit early for Lawrence of Arabia tryouts…” Sherlock noted that his gaze, though still bleary and not quite focused, strayed far more frequently to the prominently displayed body than was usual.
“It it imperative that I determine whether a left-handed assailant would have the swing pattern necessary to produce a series of slashes found on the wall of the room where an illegal Russian mail-order bride was found cut to pieces twelve years ago. As I am not naturally dominant with my left hand, I am finding this exercise more physically trying than anticipated.” As he spoke, Sherlock slowly moved the sword around as an excuse to move and flex various muscle groups under John’s intense, though abortively masked, gaze. John’s grip tightened on his mug so hard that Sherlock could see his knuckles turn white. Even from this distance, he could see a distinct change in John’s breathing pattern, which had become both shallower and less even than it had been upon his original descent from his bedroom. “Are you feeling alright, John? Are you ill?”
John’s gaze snapped up to meet Sherlock’s. “What? No! I’m fine. It’s… fine,” he finished lamely as he turned and walked back up the stairs. As he retreated, Sherlock noted that John’s gait had become markedly stiffer in the last few minutes. That could be because the psychosomatic leg pain was flaring up again, as it was wont to do in times of mental stress. It could also be caused by the early stages of an erection putting pressure on the medial quadriceps and forcing an altered stance. As this last consideration crossed his mind (and lingered), Sherlock was initially surprised to note his own growing arousal. So, it would appear that merely the thought of John Watson with an erection was enough to trigger one of his own. Intriguing…

Sherlock had fairly conclusive data to suggest that John could be sexually attracted to other men, despite not having explored that possibility before. He also had absolutely conclusive data to suggest that he himself was attracted to John. However, the tests up to this point had yielded inconclusive results to determine whether John was experiencing a reciprocal attraction to Sherlock. He had repeatedly timed his exit from the shower, wrapped only in a towel, so that he would casually bump into John in the hallway in a state of almost total undress. John’s reactions had been less than satisfactory. Though he appeared to have developed a mild stammering problem and a tendency to blush, John did not develop a visible erection nor stare any longer than normal at Sherlock’s blatantly displayed anatomy. Clearly, Sherlock would have to devise different parameters for his experiment if his research was to be at all successful.
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