(A/N- Sorry it's taken aaaages to update, Wattpad kept deleting this chapter, so I had to keep re-writing it and what-not. Next chapter will be back to Charlie and Dimitri, and then perhaps the Mystrade wedding. Please comment/vote/share/comment, it means a lot to me, and I love reading your comments. You lovelies are fantastic!

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Chapter 27

Sherlock's POV

I hissed in pain as John inserted his impressive sized member inside of me. "You alright?" John asked me, reaching down, gently caressing my face with his hand. His eyes were compassionate but lustful.

"Yes, it's fine," I smiled to show John I was telling the truth. 

John nodded and let out a shaky breath. I laughed softly underneath him. "Why are you nervous? You've done this before. We've done this before."

"I know, it's just... Usually it's the other way around." John rocked his hips inside me a few times so my body could adjust, and in that time, it became more comfortable. "Is that better?"

"Yes, it is," I nodded up at John and couldn't help but smile at him. 

John leaned down and quickly pressed his lips against mine. I tried to insert my tongue into John's mouth, but he pulled away before I could do it. He smirked down at me as he rocked his hips slightly faster, moving his hands to my hips. 

I grabbed John's thighs, clutching him as he moved faster and faster. I knew he would be bruised the next day, for every time he hit the spot, I gripped him harder. I massaged his thighs with my long slender fingers as he continued to move inside me. 

John gained momentum, and I couldn't help but call his name. John's hands roughly tugged my curls and I gasped, arching my back.

John chuckled, moving his head back down to mine, his lips pressing against mine. This time he allowed me access to his mouth, our tongues hungrily dancing together. Our bodies pressed against each other, sweat prickling our foreheads, both of us caught in our own little bliss. 

Being with John made me the happiest man in the world. He showed me how to be human. He showed me love was real, and love was strong, and right. Making love to him reminded me of just how much he meant to me. He was more important to me than the air that I breathed. I would give my life for him, I would do anything for him. I would marry him and spend the rest of my life with him, if he'd allow me. I would ask him to marry me once we left school, which was less than a year away. 

"Sheeer...." John moaned as he came in me.

I groaned loudly and pulled on the sheets as John pulled out of me. I watched him as he looked down at my still erect member for about a minute, before he looked into my eyes and smirked. "We'll have to do something about that, won't we?"

 His lips moved to my cock and he began sucking, his tongue travelling over my member. It felt extraordinary, and I gasped as he continued on with his talented mouth. I could feel myself cum slightly, and John lapped it up with his tongue, continuing backwards and forwards. His head was between my legs, gripping my thighs. I had to fight the urge to fully thrust myself into him, and he sensed that, pulling me closer to him. 

"John..." I gasped, pulling on his hair. 

I heard him growl with pleasure in the back of his throat, and I would've smirked if I wasn't  completely weak. John was completely in control of me, he had the authority, and I loved it. I called his name again, warning him that I was about to climax. He nodded his head, and with a loud groan, I came in his mouth, and as usual, he swallowed, before moving up beside me, falling back on the bed, exhausted. 

"That was brilliant," he panted. 

"I couldn't agree more," I moved to kiss his forehead, before lying back down. 

We slept for about half an hour, before we got back up, put on our boxers, made the bed, and left, making it look as though we hadn't been in there in the first place. The air was still warm outside and owls hooted in the trees. The moon lit up the path ahead of us, and we walked hand in hand back to our dorm room. 

I gave John a piggyback ride up the stairs into our room, and I gently dropped him back on his bed. I lay down beside him, right on the edge of the bed. He wriggled over, and pulled me closer to him. His breathing eventually evened out, and he fell asleep, and I followed close behind. 

In the morning we were awoken by a banging on the door. I groaned and rolled out of the bed, onto the floor, before jumping up.

I slammed the door in his face as soon as I saw him. The door opened as quickly as it had closed, and I came face to face with my older brother. He pushed me out of the way and came into the room. He acknowledged my bed hadn't been slept in, and he sat on my bed. 

John sat up, sleepily rubbing his eyes. I sat beside John, and sent my brother a death glare. "Oh stop it, Sherlock. You know that look won't work on me. I taught you that."

I took a second to deduce Mycroft. His hair was a mess, falling around his face, indicating he had been running his hands through it. His shirt was slightly crinkled, and he wasn't in his usual waistcoat. Early start then. He was unshaven, but this wasn't because of fashion, it was because he didn't have time to shave. He was clearly under a lot of stress. I was almost sympathetic towards him. Almost. 

"Early start?" I asked him, plastering a fake grin to my face. 

"Hmm, indeed. In fact I was just showing a new teacher to his rooms, only there was a very distinctive smell in the room..."

"What sort of smell?"

"The smell of sex. Oh, of course, you wouldn't know what that smells like, would you? For two reasons of course. You're the schools resident virgin, as they call you, and secondly, sexual activity of any sort is banned at Baskerville."

I huffed and cocked my head to the side. "And so why would you be here?"

"There was a hair on the pillow, brother dearest, which indicated to me that the bed had been used, although the culprits had made the bed nicely."

"Oh?"

"It was a dark, curly hair," Mycroft leaned over and pulled on my curls. "Much like the ones on your head."

John stiffened beside me, and I wrapped my arm around his shoulder. "I don't know what you're implying."

"Of course you do, Sherlock," Mycroft said firmly. "You and John snuck into the teachers room and had sexual intercourse in that bed. Do you realise how bad that makes this school look?"

"John wasn't with me," I lied, with my head held high.

"Oh really?" Mycroft of course didn't believe me. "And if you weren't with John, who were you with?"

"Someone else."

"Judging by John's lack of reaction, I am going to call you out on your bluff. You're lucky I don't go tell-"

"Tell who, Mycroft? The school board? Oh no, you can't, can you? Because I am your little brother, and any sort of complaint would make you look bad, and how would Mummy and Father feel about you dobbing your own brother in?" I interrupted him.

"Sexual intercourse is not allowed in this school."

"You had sex all the time," John said quietly. 

Mycroft and I both turned to him. Mycroft looked at him with fury, and I looked at him with admiration. "Excuse me?" Mycroft asked.

"Greg told me you guys always had sex in your office. Oh, and I also walked in on you two at it on the desk one time," John crinkled his nose at the thought.

"You never said anything to me about that, John," I said.

"I didn't want you to have that vision in your head. I would never put you through it."

I kissed John on the forehead and turned back to my brother who was looking rather flabbergasted. "Sorry, is this chat finished yet?" I asked him rudely.

Without another word, Mycroft got up and left. I turned and grinned at my boyfriend, and he grinned back at me. 

"I love you, John."

"I love you too, Sherlock, so much."

And just like every other time John said those words, my heart raced and fireworks were set off in my stomach (in a good way, not a exploding-and-killing way). I kissed his forehead again before we got ready for school.