In Making a Detective

“Someone called in the freak?” Donovan stared at Sherlock’s approach to Lestrade’s office.

“Yeah… the freak.” Anderson echoed, standing fairly close Donovan.

Sherlock scowled at the pair of them. “Oh look! It’s the biggest dick in Scotland Yard. No wonder Donovan keeps you around.”

“Jealous?” Donovan asked, defensively crossing her arms over her chest.

“Of what? Jealous of your need for the largest dick head to bang you every night?”

“He’s more man than you will ever be. You’ve never satisfied anyone and you never will!” Donovan sneered.

“Stand down, Donovan!” Lestrade called from through the doorway.

Sherlock stopped in his tracks, staring for a moment at Lestrade who had just stepped out of his office. “You know… I don’t think you need me today.” Turning on one foot, he headed back towards the lifts.

John stood, facing the detectives. He had been following Sherlock on his errand to Lestrade’s office. “Um…” Three pairs of eyes stared at him.

Lestrade ran his hand through his hair. “I really do need him, John. I’ll get these two back in line if you can talk to Sherlock.”

John nodded for a moment. “I’ll do that.” Finally he turned and gave chase to his partner. Sherlock wasn’t in the lobby of Scotland Yard as John had hoped… he was out on the street, hailing a cab. The cab pulled up just as John got there. For a moment he wondered if Sherlock in his misery would have left him behind.

John sat inside the cab, staring out the window at the passing buildings. “Lestrade really does need you.”

“I’m sure he does.” Sherlock replied, staring out of his own window.

“You can’t let them get to you like that.”

“Contrary to your blog I do have weaknesses. I am not superman.”

They rode in silence until the cab pulled up to Baker Street. Sherlock paid the fair and waited on the sidewalk for John to emerge from the cab before opening the door to their place. John charged up the stairs, keeping pace with Sherlock as they entered the flat together and shut the door behind them. In the privacy of their own rooms, John sighed, sitting heavily in his chair before the fireplace. “Sherlock… you CAN satisfy if that’s what’s bothering you.”

“I know I can.” Sherlock replied a bit too quickly as he lingered by the mantel.

“Do you? Because it seems that was the comment that made you turn down involvement in a murder case. I know how much you enjoy murder cases… so to walk away from one because someone pressed your buttons about your abilities to sexually satisfy someone makes it seem you’re a tad bit unsure about said abilities. I’m telling you that you can and you do, so don’t worry about it.”

“Maybe you’re just saying that to spare my feelings.” Sherlock mumbled.

John pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes and leaned back against the back of his chair. “Why would I just be saying that? You don’t think I know how my own body feels?”

“I’m no woman.”

“You don’t have to BE a woman to satisfy me, Sherlock. I love you the way you are!”

Sherlock continued to sulk at the fireplace, an insecure, wounded man just at the very beginning of his sexual experience, still unsure of himself and tormented by many years of being the lonely outsider.

John stared at him for a time before standing up. “Come along. Let’s go to bed.”

“But it’s still morning…” Sherlock protested, looking at John in confusion.

John raised an eyebrow at him. “Not to sleep.” Reaching out his hand, he waited for Sherlock to take it. Sherlock did and allowed himself to be led back to their bedroom.

John had moved into the bedroom after their first time. The doctor still kept a room upstairs for his personal things because there was too much stuff in Sherlock’s bedroom. Also the extra bed came in handy when Sherlock was too busy to sleep and wandered around instead. Unlike Sherlock, John needed sleep so it was nice to have a place to go when such a night occurred. But overall they slept in the same bed now that they were lovers.

John guided Sherlock to the bed, closing and locking the door on the way in. Carefully he undressed the detective, placing the discarded clothing on a nearby chair before pushing a naked Sherlock down onto the bed. “Roll over.” The doctor commanded. Sherlock obeyed.

John quickly undressed and sat, straddling Sherlock’s hips. His hands massaged Sherlock’s spine and neck before working on the shoulders. “You are upset… your muscles are tight.”

“I’m always like that.” Sherlock replied, muttering to the pillow.

“You can’t let them get to you.” John chided, working out the tension in Sherlock’s back. “How can you doubt your abilities? I’m satisfied. I’m very satisfied. Isn’t the frequency of our love making enough to convince you of my satisfaction with you? I’ve never had so much sex in my life!” Leaning forward, John kissed Sherlock’s back. “And I love every minute of it.”

Sherlock managed to turn over so he could face John, receiving a kiss on his lips for the effort. “Or maybe… it’s because I’m not enough for you.” His insecurities crept into his voice.

John lay down, covering his lover. “Nothing thrills me more than being a part of your life. Following you in your adventures… watching you orgasm, talking to you, even when you drive me nuts or make me mad. I want to be a part of your life. I want to know all about you and have you know me.” John kissed again, fully. “I hope you want to be part of my life as well.”

Sherlock wrapped his arms around John’s back, holding him close. The ache had returned, along with the fear of losing something so precious to him. “I do.” Sherlock breathed in John’s scent. Already he was aroused.

“What position would you like, Sherlock?” John whispered.

“I don’t care.” Sherlock responded. “Surprise me.”

John reached out for the lube on the bedside table. A generous amount was smoothed onto Sherlock’s cock. John always seemed to have some difficulty taking him, whether that was Sherlock’s size or John’s inexperience, the detective didn’t know. Always he watched in awe as John eased down onto him. “You’re big.” John smiled, easing up and back down again, trying to get his body used to Sherlock’s.

“Am I?”

“Above average, in fact.” John nodded. “It’s a tight fit.”

“Imagine that.” Sherlock replied, resting his hands on John’s thighs. Really he wanted to thrust up against John but he waited, knowing that would hurt. “Why is it, then that you insist on my being inside of you? I’m perfectly happy the other way.”

“Don’t be silly… I want you to feel good too.” John’s rhythm picked up and he rocked over Sherlock.

“Maybe this is why I don’t think I can satisfy you… it seems to pain you so much.” Sherlock pushed up fully, enjoying his intrusion into John’s body. Their first time they took this position John could barely relax and it was rather disturbing to be on the receiving end of something so pleasurable when his beloved John was in pain.

“I just have to get used to it.” John bit his lip. “It’s part of being in love with a man.” His movements increased, signaling that his body was pliant and ready. “I’m ready.”

Sherlock rolled them over. His appetite had been whetted and he was hungry for more. His thrusts became powerful with each stroke. Mindlessly he kissed, the hot, hungry mouth he tasted was everything to him in that moment. Their bodies crashed together. Sherlock was not a gentle lover there was always a hunger to him when he was on top. A passionate need born of his lifelong ache as if his body feared that this would be the last encounter filled him. And it was John beneath him, his own dearest friend and companion… the man he would die for if he had to. His love was fierce, it was no wonder that he kept his heart bottled up for fear it would destroy those around him. All at once his body exploded and he felt his own heartbeat buried deep within John where it was safe. Pulling out he kissed John again before crawling down the doctor’s body.

“You’re very passionate today…” John mused, lifting his knees and looking down at Sherlock between them. Sherlock made eye contact with him for just a moment before he swallowed his cock. John closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers in Sherlock’s hair. “I like it when you ravish me… I feel like I’m well and truly yours.”

Sherlock sucked and teased. His own techniques were a variation on John’s who had taught him how best to suck on a cock. It felt good to be in control and have his face buried somewhere no one else was allowed to go. His fingers explored the orifice he had just vacated, feeling John tighten slightly on him. John was his to explore and tease. The tell tale sign of John’s approaching orgasm was soon evident. Closing his eyes, he sucked just a little harder, rolling his tongue around the tip as John’s seed escaped into his mouth. Swallowing, Sherlock continued to lick and suck to clean John off then he climbed back up his lover to rest beside him.

John kissed him, wrapping his arms around his detective protectively. “I love you, Sherlock. I want you to be happy.”

Sherlock returned the embrace, gently running his fingers down John’s spine. “I am happy.”

“Then why are you so tense?”

“I’m afraid that happiness will end.”

John froze a moment and then looked up at his lover. “Why would it end?”

“I might lose you. You’ll die or… you’ll lose interest in me. I don’t think you need me as much as I need you.”

John lay his head back down on Sherlock’s shoulder. “I’ll be here as long as you need me. You have my heart, my soul.” John knew how delicate Sherlock’s heart was. Mycroft had told him.

^.~

Mycroft regarded the slightly younger man who sat in his office. “I think you know why I’ve asked you to come. You’ve started to sleep with my brother.”

“How can you possibly know that?” John asked, frowning slightly.

“I am the more astute Holmes.”

“So… what?”

“Did you give in to him with your own free will?”

“Of course I did.”

“And you find him attractive?”

“Yes.”

“Do you love him, doctor?”

John gaped at Mycroft. “Why are you asking me these questions? Is my relationship with Sherlock really all that interesting to you?”

“I asked you before when you first moved in with him what your intentions were for him. I see that I was a bit premature with that talk… and a bit too late with this one. The damage you may have caused him would be…”

“Why would I cause him damage? Yes, fine! If you must know I am in love with him. How else would I have agreed to do what I did with him? I’m not some bastard who runs from bed to bed. It has to MEAN something to me. I love him, Mycroft. He may not love me but I love him.”

“My brother is very special. He’s never given his heart to anyone. I fear that if he did and it was broken it may destroy him. There’s no telling what he’d do… he could easily turn into a Moriarty. Do you understand? For the first time in his life he’s opened up to someone and he’s chosen you. This isn’t a game, John. If you love him, love him and then guard his heart. He’s delicate and capable of a great many things. Good things or terrible things, that’s completely up to you. Do you understand? Are you up for that responsibility?”

“I love your brother.” John responded simply. “He may break my heart, but I won’t break his.”

Mycroft regarded John for some time. “I suppose that will do. You’ve shown fierce loyalty to him for these past few years, even with the Sarah incident. I commend you for that.”

John frowned a bit. Sarah’s death was still an open wound. Moriarty had been a very sick man who derived sick pleasure from horrible things. One of which had caused the death of an innocent friend. Guilt racked John’s soul for getting her involved.

“It wasn’t your fault, John.” Mycroft showed that he too had the ability to read John’s mind. “But even through your pain of loss you still managed to keep your head cool. You lost the battle but you won the war… and Moriarty is gone because of it. I thank you for that most sincerely.”

John bowed his head, trying valiantly to hold back his emotions.

“I’m very sorry for your loss.” Mycroft whispered. “I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

“It’s… alright.” John answered, meeting Mycroft’s eyes again. “It doesn’t affect my love for Sherlock.”

“Bless you.” Mycroft smiled.

^.~

John watched Sherlock towel off after their showers. John was already dressed. The detective took longer in his post coital grooming. “So what do you have planned for this afternoon?” John asked casually.

“If you’re not busy could you come with me to Scotland Yard?” Sherlock asked.

“I hear that Lestrade could use your advice on a murder case.”

“It should be interesting.”

John smiled and wrapped his arms around his damp lover. “I’m there for you, Sherlock. Always. Even when you say you don’t need me.”

Sherlock smiled and hugged John close. “I know.”

“Are you ready to face Anderson and Donovan?” John whispered.

Sherlock nodded.

“And remember… you are the biggest dick of them all.”

“I am, am I?” Sherlock chuckled.

“But you’re all mine.” John kissed his cheek. “Hurry up and get dressed before I ravish you again.”

Still chuckling, Sherlock went back to their room to dress. “When we get back…”

John watched him go with a smile.