Hero's Return

It was a warm night. John kicked off the sheet that covered him. The person next to him radiated heat but he did not want to pull away just yet. Sherlock was asleep, snoring softly at his side with his head resting on John’s shoulder. A layer a sweat was between them and Sherlock’s curls were damp with perspiration.

In the moonlight the younger man’s features looked a little distorted, but John knew his face well. The high cheekbones, weak chin, slightly feline eyes and strong nose of his friend spoke of impeccable breeding.

And Sherlock loved him. Really he had guessed for some time that Sherlock harbored some sense of entitlement over him and his free time. Sherlock had been hurt when Sarah came along, but he just didn’t understand John’s need for affection.

And there was their first night together when Sherlock seemed to think he was gay. Sherlock was very observant and it seemed he could guess at things that John hadn’t yet been aware of himself. Of course he wasn’t actually gay… but he found Sherlock to be more than a little irresistible. The brunette’s lifestyle was thrilling and somewhat erotic, tempting death, getting into the most intimate details to solve a crime. Sarah was safe but Sherlock was… exciting.

Sherlock’s breath caught and his eyes opened, staring up at his friend. “You’re awake,” came a soft mumble, heavy with sleep.

“Tell me again how we became lovers…”

“I don’t know, John.” Sherlock answered with a sigh. “I wish I knew…”

“I’ll tell you how.” John smiled. “You rescued me.”

“I did?”

“Of course I aided in my own escape but some bad guys came for me and you wouldn’t rest until you found me.”

“I can be rather driven…”

“And you found me! But we had to wait for our chance to escape… changing of the guard and that sort of thing. We waited and in that time I could see how distressed you were at my capture. How much you had fallen for me and that you would risk your own life to come for me. And it warmed my heart.”

“How easily you fall prey…” Sherlock chuckled softly.

“And I held you… and kissed you.”

Sherlock closed his eyes, giving a slight moan.

“And we couldn’t stop kissing. My lips covered every inch of your body.”

“EVERY inch of my body…?”

“Every inch… saving the best places for last.”

“You would kiss even there?” Sherlock whispered with a hint of surprise.

“I would kiss every part of you and I know which parts mean the most. After we both achieved satisfaction we escaped my prison, sending many bad guys to prison along the way.”

Sherlock sighed and cuddled closer. “That’s a fine story… maybe a bit too romantic, but fine.”

“Well it is the story of how we became lovers… it’s supposed to be romantic. How would you have it go?”

“Maybe I just ambushed you in your bed.”

“Would you really be that desperate to be my lover?”

Sherlock froze a bit, his breath catching. Getting up on his hands and knees he reached for the bedside lamp and turned it on to blink at John in the light. John blinked, getting used to the light. Sherlock was crouched over him, naked. “I’m not desperate…” Sherlock whispered softly.

John’s eyes drifted down Sherlock’s chest to his pelvis and erection. It was the first time for John seeing him in such a state of arousal. It struck him as odd that Sherlock could even get into such a state. “How am I even worthy of your attention?” John breathed. “I’m a broken soldier without a family and you… you’re born into privilege. You could have anyone.”

“I don’t want anyone.” Sherlock replied, sitting, straddling John’s hips. “Anyone would call me a freak and laugh at me. Or say, ‘Leave me alone you monster.’ I don’t want anyone. No, I can’t have anyone. I could settle for a Someone though.”

John pulled his eyes back up to Sherlock’s face from where it had been drifting near his navel. “Sherlock, please don’t tease me. If you want something from me, just ask me for it. You’re naked and… sitting on me in a very interesting position. You want something, don’t you?”

“Will you take off your knickers? There’s something I want to see.” Sherlock breathed, getting up on his hands and knees again.

John reached down to push off his underwear, allowing his own erection to escape. Sherlock sat back down atop him, their staves pressed together.

“You DO want me.” The younger man marveled. Leaning down he brushed his lips against John’s, grinding his hips a bit.

“Sherlock… If this is just a one night stand I don’t think I can…” But John’s lips were taken from him as Sherlock kissed hard, pushing his tongue into John’s mouth. Helplessly his arms wrapped around Sherlock’s waist, pulling him closer as he squeezed his buttocks.

After several minutes of kissing Sherlock rolled off, pulling John on top. “Take me…” His whisper was hoarse. “Take me, John.”

“In what way?” John whispered back.

“I don’t care!” Sherlock grunted. “I want you, all of you!”

John reached down and touched Sherlock’s hardened member, stroking it with his fist. “Like that?”

For a moment it looked like Sherlock was about to agree but then he frowned. “Something more! You have a dick, use it! We’re not doing this halfway!”

John pushed a finger into Sherlock’s ass. Sherlock moaned rather loudly and resumed kissing John’s lips, encouraging John to explore and stretch. “Lube…”

Sherlock frantically reached out to the side table and found a tube of something, and handed it to John. John squirted it in and around, and upon himself. Quickly he tossed the tube away and pushed in. Sherlock cried out in surprise, clinging tightly. Breathing hard, he looked into John’s eyes with a hint of hurt.

“I’m sorry!” John whimpered.

“It’s not that. It’s just I wasn’t expecting… Go ahead. As hard as you like.”

John wasn’t too sure of that so he started slow and slowly built momentum.

“Damnit, John! If you don’t fuck me harder we’re never doing this again!” Sherlock raged at him.

John took the opportunity to speed up, feeling Sherlock writhe helplessly beneath him. The headboard of the bed hit the wall with resounding thumps. This was nothing like making love to a woman. This was a primal, feral need, purely animal in nature. The way Sherlock desperately clung and held, trying to bring himself closer to completion with each meeting of thrust. But then again Sherlock was a feral creature, hidden under all that logic and self control. Often his eyes revealed what sort of animal he really was. It seemed his love making was just as passionate as his drive for clues. All at once John felt the familiar tingle in his balls right before orgasm. His body seized up and he shut his eyes, pushing in as deep as he could, feeling himself explode. “My… god…”

Sherlock stared up at John, still with a wild look in his eyes, his own completion not yet there. “Touch me…” Quietly he begged.

John reached down as he collapsed forward, breathing heavily on Sherlock’s neck as he used his hand to bring on the detective’s own orgasm.

Sherlock trembled, wrapping his arms tightly around his love. His heart ached as it had at the pool when John had fallen. “I won’t let him take you again, John! I swear! He can’t have you!” Tears fell down his cheeks as he held tightly.

John reached his semen sticky hand up to Sherlock’s cheek. “It’s alright.” Gently his lips touched the younger man’s forehead. “We’re safe here.” The reassurances he had repeated since their arrival were once again on his tongue. It hurt to think of how wounded Sherlock really was about the incident at the pool. Moriarty had succeeded in burning Sherlock’s heart just enough to give them both a taste of what his agony would be. “I have you… we’re safe.”

“Doctor… I need you.” Mycroft’s voice called quietly from the doorway.

Startled, John looked back over his shoulder to Sherlock’s elder brother. Blood rushed to his cheeks as he realized that he was caught, naked in a very sexual position. Reaching out for the sheet, he pulled it up to cover Sherlock as he got up and pulled on a robe. “I’ll be right back.”

Sherlock nodded, running a hand through his hair.

John stepped out of the room with Mycroft. “What is it?”

Mycroft stared back at the room they had just come from. “I hope you were gentle with him. He was a virgin.”

“It’s none of your business…” John replied, feeling embarrassment wash over him.

“Knowing him, though, he probably demanded the most you could give.”

John crossed his arms over his chest. “I really don’t want to talk about this with you.”

“Ah yes… Moriarty.”

“What about him?”

“It seems we have him in a corner but we need a little bait to get him out.”

“What do you suggest?”

“Sherlock isn’t going to like it. But if you love him you know he can’t stay like this. You need to be the strong one. We can track your every move and outfit you with the best body armor available.”

“I’m the bait.”

“Unfortunately you are Sherlock’s weakness and Moriarty knows this. But you’re also a soldier. I’m hoping your sense of duty will pull through.”

John sighed and scratched the back of his neck. “I need to tell him.”

“Whatever you feel is best… He won’t listen to me but he may with you… since you… know him rather well it seems. I never imagined he would take the subordinate role.”

“Next time… could you knock, please? He may not be modest around you but I am. You don’t need to see my scars.”

Mycroft gave a soft smile. “If you break his heart I will never forgive you. Your life may become difficult.”

“Mycroft, do you really need to threaten him?” Sherlock called from the doorway. Wrapped in the sheet from the bed, he reached out to pull John back into the room with him. “I’m taking him back to bed. See you at brunch!”

Returning to the bed, John lay down as Sherlock covered them both with the sheet and curled up against him. For a time they lay there in the darkness. “Sherlock…”

“Mmm?”

“Mycroft tells me that Moriarty is in hiding and won’t be coaxed out except with bait.”

Sherlock inhaled sharply. “No. I won’t allow it.”

“Your brother promises body armor and tracking devices so I won’t be in any real harm…”

“No! You can’t! I won’t allow it.” Sherlock tightened his grip. “Body armor? So what? They’ll aim for your head instead.”

“Sherlock be reasonable…”

“I AM reasonable!” the younger man shouted. “He’s SMART, John. You will be at his mercy and next time it won’t be a leg… it will be your head or your heart!”

“What are we supposed to do then? He’s in hiding! We can’t stay here forever.”

“But if the alternative is your death… I can’t accept that.”

“I have a duty. If it means our freedom…”

“I can’t ask you to die for me.”

“You don’t have to ask.”

“I said NO!”

“Sherlock… Moriarty must be stopped. Many innocent people have died because of him. He must be put away for good. We can’t let him win this.”

Sherlock was silent for a time, holding John tightly as he fought with his emotions. “We’ll have to be in control of where the trap is sprung. It has to be on our playing field, not his. Will you help me?”

“Of course I will.” John smiled and hugged his friend.