Love Potion Number 9

“What have you done to him?” John asked, setting aside his laptop as he rose from the chair. Mycroft had opened the door of the flat and two ape looking security guards walked in, supporting Sherlock between them.

“It’s not so much what I’ve done, doctor.” Mycroft replied airily. “My dear brother put his nose where others did not wish it to be. He was dosed with something experimental but perfectly harmless.”

The guards laid Sherlock onto the couch and beat a hasty exit.

“Experimental? Harmless?” John cried, turning to his friend. His hands probed at Sherlock, finding the detective’s pulse to be rapid.

Sherlock opened his eyes and smiled at John. “Hello, handsome!” His arms clumsily went for the doctor, wrapping them around his shoulders. “I missed you, John.”

“That… is not like him.” John tried to disentangle himself from Sherlock’s long limbs. “What was he given?”

“An aphrodisiac.” Mycroft sniffed. “It should wear off in a few hours. Meanwhile…”

John closed his eyes, trying to focus himself on the information. “That is a horrible thing to do to him.”

“Meanwhile rather than let him run wild in the streets, looking for prostitutes I thought he’d be safer here. If there’s an accident at least it’s with someone he likes.”

“This is not helping the situation!” John erupted. Turning around, he sat on the edge of the couch, Sherlock curling up behind his back, arm snaking around his waist. “He needs a doctor!”

“You’re a doctor.” Mycroft pointed out helpfully.

“I mean a hospital. They can give him something to counteract the effects…”

“I would prefer if this was dealt with in private. He has full confidence in your capable… hands.” Mycroft smiled.

“John… john… john…” Sherlock was mumbling behind John. His face had found the small of John’s back and he was kissing as his hands tried to explore the doctor further.

“While we are on the subject… there is a small matter of obtaining a small sample of his semen for future use…”

“All right that’s enough!” John tried to stand but Sherlock had him firmly by the waist. “As a doctor I won’t allow such a thing while he is unable to give consent. And as his friend I just say no!”

Mycroft gave him a funny smile and shrugged. “As you wish. Good luck with him, Doctor Watson… you’ll need it.” And with that Sherlock’s brother left, closing the door behind him.

John gave a soft groan, finding himself sufficiently anchored to the couch. “Sherlock?”

Sherlock ignored him, one hand already finding its way down John’s trousers.

“Sherlock I’m taking you to bed.” John sighed, trying to ease out of his companion’s grip. “Come along. Don’t you want to go to bed?” With the coaxing he managed to stand up and pull Sherlock along with him.

“To bed?” Sherlock grinned wickedly.

“Yes… but probably not what you have in mind.” John supported Sherlock to his bedroom and sat him down on the bed. Carefully he began to undress his flat mate. Shoes and socks before jacket, shirt and trousers. John turned away to pick up a tee shirt and pajama bottoms when he was ambushed from behind.

“You’re coming to bed too, aren’t you?” Sherlock whispered huskily in John’s ear.

“Let’s get you dressed first.” John insisted, holding up Sherlock’s night things.

“No!” Sherlock replied, ridding himself of his underwear.

“You’re going to regret this in the morning!”

“Shut up.” Sherlock nuzzled under John’s chin, a feat due to their height difference. “Don’t you want me?”

John shut his eyes, trying to calm his racing heart. “You’re not yourself right now… you are drugged. And when you wake up you’ll blame me for taking advantage of you.”

Sherlock herded him towards the bed, his hands eagerly undressing John on the way. His lips nipped at the doctor’s, giving him teasing kisses. “I don’t care.”

“Yes you do! You’re married to your work!” John insisted.

“It’s an open relationship…” Sherlock replied, managing to remove John’s sweater and undershirt.

“Open? You’ve done this before?”

“Who could stand me as a lover? No… I just meant…” Sherlock wavered, his logic fighting to break through his lust.

John took Sherlock’s hands. “Please listen to me. Lay down. You’re not thinking. Thinking is so important to you. I need you to grasp cold, hard logic right now. Lay down. I won’t go anywhere, but try and give yourself time to think about this first.”

Obediently Sherlock lay down in the bed, and allowed John room to lie down beside him. “I don’t know what I’m thinking. It’s all so confusing. My body really wants to…”

“I know…” John wrapped his arms around Sherlock, holding him tenderly, trying to ignore the state of undress. “But really you’d do it with anyone right now…”

“I wouldn’t…” Sherlock frowned, his face lodged under John’s chin. “It’s funny… you’re all I thought about since the drug took its affect.”

“You’re just saying that so you can get me to take off my trousers.” John muttered.

Sherlock chuckled. “Perhaps…” He wrapped his arms around John’s body and held him tightly. “I’ve never been this close to anyone. It’s nice.”

“You should sleep.”

“I’m too excited to sleep.”

John wrapped a leg around Sherlock’s legs, effectively pinning him into one place so he couldn’t get into too much mischief. “Sleep will make the time pass quicker.”

“I don’t want to make the time pass quicker.” Sherlock played the part of an obstinate child well. His lips explored John’s neck and shoulders, unable to reach anything else.

John gently caressed Sherlock’s back to soothe him. “Sleep…” He whispered.

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Sherlock woke in the grey hour of morning. He was warm and content, entangled with John in his bed. Sharing a bed was pleasant. He made a mental note to do it again on a more regular basis. For once he wasn’t chilled because John supplied an abundant source of body heat. Stretching a little he realized that he was still naked in John’s embrace but nothing had physically happened between them. John had been a perfect gentleman. Perhaps a little regretfully… an opportunity had been wasted. With a smile he planted a kiss on John’s lips.

John roused at the contact. His eyes blinked open and he focused on Sherlock’s face. “Good morning. How do you feel?”

“Better.”

“Still feel lustful urges?”

“No.” Sherlock smiled at him. It was true enough. His body wasn’t betraying him but he did feel a nice warm glow he had come to associate with being around John. There was happiness in being around someone who cared. Burrowing his face against John’s neck, he took in the scent. “I want to stay like this a little longer.”

“As you wish.” John replied, rubbing Sherlock’s back again.

For a long time they lay there together. Outside the window the sun rose, still unable to break through the fog.

“Fuck me.” Sherlock finally whispered.

“What? What did you say?” John sputtered in surprise.

“You heard me. I’m sober. It’s time for you to fuck me.” Sherlock’s hands reached down and undid John’s trousers, digging in to find his penis. “Mm… Morning erection.”

“Sherlock… we can’t just… I’m not…” John protested, even though Sherlock’s hand was having an affect on him.

“You’re thicker than I imagined but I know you’ll fit.” Sherlock’s hand measured John’s girth.

“How do you know I’ll fit?” The randomness of the statement caught John completely off guard.

“I have… faux similes I’ve used. It’s not going to hurt if that’s what you’re worried about.” Sherlock took the opportunity to slide off John’s trousers and underwear. He straddled the other man’s pelvis, looking down at the naked body below him. Bending down to support himself on his elbows he looked John in the face. “I want you to be the first, John. I’ve already shared so much of myself with you. This is just one thing more. Will you?” His lips pressed against his flat mate’s. “Pretend you’re my lover. Please?”

An ache tugged at John’s heart, seeing how vulnerable Sherlock was in that moment. The man had never known a lover’s caress and it nearly broke John’s heart, seeing him beg for it. Masterfully he rolled them over and reverently settled between Sherlock’s legs. His companion’s ass was already ready. What training had he put it through to make sure he was ready for this encounter? John pushed in and gave a soft moan feeling the tightness and the heat. It wasn’t wet like a woman. It was something different but it felt good.

Sherlock wrapped his arms around John’s neck and pulled his head down to his chest. His legs wrapped around the other’s waist and desperately pulled him in. “Pretend you want me… desperately…”

John closed his eyes, feeling the pain again in his heart at his friend’s words. What kind of life had he had that he was asking for pretend affection? But there was real affection. John used his own desire to urge him on. “I want you, Sherlock… I want to be a part of you… part of your life. I want you to want me too.”

“I do!” Sherlock nearly burst. His legs tightened and he began to writhe beneath John. “God, I want you… Always…” His body arched up and his ass tightened on John as his orgasm overwhelmed him.

John shut his eyes, feeling himself empty into his companion. “…Sherlock…” The encounter had been too quick, but there had been so much sexual tension between them the release was easy.

“Don’t leave me!” Sherlock suddenly cried, holding John tightly. “Don’t… Don’t date any more women… I need you.”

“I won’t… if that’s what you want…” John whispered, his hand gently caressing Sherlock’s hair. “I care about you… and love you.”

Sherlock seemed to settle down with those words. “I love… too.” His own words were soft.

John thought it best not to point out that Sherlock didn’t officially believe in love. Instead he smiled and relaxed against his lover’s body.

“We can do this again… right?”

“Of course.” John chuckled. “Just don’t take any more aphrodisiacs.”