TYPE: SMUT WITH FLUFF.

JOHNS POV

Sherlock and I got out of the cab and made our way down the street and towards the crime scene. The sun actually shone today, basking London in a warm glow. I convinced Sherlock to leave his coat and scarf at home, after much MUCH arguing. I was satisfied to see him in a nice green shirt and black pants and his usual shoes. "John I don't see why it was necessary to leave my coat and scarf at home." The detective whined, an evident look of discomfort on his face. "Sherlock it's warm outside and you would be too hot. It would be ridiculous to wear it on a day like today." 'Besides your body looks fantastic'. I thought as my eyes lingered on his chest and neck.

He didn't reply and we continued our small trek to our desired destination. As we rounded the corner, Lestrade Donovan and Andrew waited for us. Andrew and Donovan were scowling as usual. Greg was the only one with a friendly face as he greeted us with a smile. "Afternoon. Body is this way freak". Donavan cut off our friendly greetings and turned on her heel. Sherlock brushed off the statement but I felt my gut clench in breif, intense anger. I hated it when anyone called him that. It was wrong and utterly rude.  Sherlock and I followed her into the building. I knew this wouldn't take too long so I lingered at the door and checked my phone.

"So you finally disregarded your coat and scarf, freak?" Donavans mockery drew back my attention. Sherlock's face remained set stone. "Yes. It is too warm to wear those types of clothes." Donavan nodded and let Sherlock work some more. "Well you could have chosen a different shirt, freak. Green isnt really your color." Donavan harshly joked at him. Intense anger made my ears grow hot. My stomache clenched again in nauseating rage. Sherlock pursed his lips. "Ill keep that in mind." Was all he said and went back to examining the body.

I steeled myself from fighting the bitch on the spot. I just reminded myself to breathe and focused on talking to Greg.

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STILL JOHNS POV

Sherlock quickly identified the correct murderer and sent out a group to catch the woman. "Alright we need to go back to the morgue for some papers and that should be it." Greg informed us and went to his car. Sherlock caught a cab for us and we followed close behind. We got out and all filed into the building. Donavan accidently bumped into Sherlock and growled. "Watch it freak." She whipped around and we continued down the hall.

"Sherlock say something to her." I whispered to him. The detective just shook his head. "No it's alright John." I looked at him incrediously. "What?" He didn't speak another word to me as we all waited for Greg to get out the papers. "Okay so I need you to go over these files quickly. You'll look over the body tommorrow." Sherlock frowned. "Why can't I look over it now?" I smiled at how Sherlock sounded like a child being denied a toy. Donovans scoff quickly dissperssed my joy. "Because we all have lives freak. Not like you would understand." How could one woman be so fucking harsh? I felt searing anger overtake me so fast I was light-headed. Greg glared her way. "Donovan-." "What? The freak acts like Christmas is cancelled or something. It's weird."

I felt VERY near to my breaking point. What fucking drop kicked me over the edge was Sherlock's subtle look of ashamed sadness. For some reason the woman was at it again. "The freak-." I snarled "THAT IS ENOUGH!" Everyone was stunned into silence at my outburst.

I glared at her. "YOU DENSE, MORTHERFUCKING SLUT! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CALL HIM A FREAK!!" Her jaw lay slack. I panted, shaking with anger. "HOW MANY TIMES HAS HE SAVED YOUR ASS!? HELL HE DOES YOUR FUCKING JOB FOR YOU! WHILE ALL YOU DO IS SUCK ANDERSONS COCK!" Both idiots sputtered helplessly at my words. "THIS MAN" I jabbed a finger at an astounded Sherlock. "IS BRILLIANT! SMARTER THAN BOTH OF YOU COMBINED!! HE IS THE MOST COMPASSIONATE PERSON I KNOW AND IS WORTH MORE THAN YOU TWO ASWELL!! SO DON'T YOU DARE CALL HIM ANYTHING LIKE THAT AGAIN WHILE ALL YOU FUCKING KNOW HOW TO DO IS LET SOMEONE EAT YOUR ASS!"

Donovan was shedding silent tears but I didnt give a shit. She deserved it. Greg looked shocked but extremely satisfied. Sherlock's soft voice broke the tense silence. "I'll look at these at home." He grabbed the files and ushured us out of the morgue. We hailed another cab and he quickly put me inside. My head was still buzzing with adrenaline and my hands slightly shook. "John..." Sherlock had a warning tone to his voice. "Don't, Sherlock. She had NO right to call you anything like that. She deserved every word. And I dont regret a single one." My voice was a little raw with emotion and screaming. Sherlock sighed and looked out of the window, not pushing anything for now.

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JOHNS POV

I noticed Sherlock was still sour over my actions at the morgue as we walked into our flat. He took a breathe and I braced myself for the fight about to take place. "John you should not have done that." Sherlock started, going to the couch. "No, Sherlock, she deserved every word and had it coming to her." Sherlock rolled his eyes. "John you looked insane." "I don't care what I looked like. No one will call you anything like that as long as im around." My words came out with more force and passion than I intended. Our eyes met for a momment and all breathing stopped. I soon tore my eyes away and made a cuppa.

Silence was settling back in until I heard Sherlock's soft, almost unhearable words. "Maybe I am a freak." I stumbled with my cup. It clattered into the sink and I felt absolutely gobsmacked. Sherlock Holmes was NEVER modest. He was NEVER shy. Sherlock Holmes is prideful and cocky. Brilliant. Beautiful.

"What did you just say?" I turned to him. His eyes widened and he flushed. "I didn't say anything-" "You think your a...a freak?" I asked in utter disbelife. He flushed again and looked at the wall with a sad look. "What if...what if she is right John? Maybe I am a freak. I am definently not human. I don't eat, I can't function with human emotions, I don't enjoy the same pleasures as normal people. Maybe something is wrong with me...No, no I...I something is wrong with me."

My heart was breaking for my friend who was crumbling before me. Anger flared up in me again, thinking Donovan made him feel like this. "You are NOT a freak." He just turned to me with such a forlorn face it made my breath stutter. "No John. Im a freak." Anger took control as I bounded towards him. He looked at me warily. "John-?" I grasped his face with both hands. "You. Are. NOT. A. Freak." And with all the force I had I drove forward. I tried to convey the passion ive kept inside, the maddening love and deep willingness for him into this one kiss. He was frozen but slowly kissed me back. That was all I needed.

I pulled back. His adorable face was light pink, pupils blown. I stared straight into his eyes. "You are beautiful. You are so fucking beautiful and brilliant. Oh so brilliant." I loved making him splutter like this. He seemed shocked and about to overload. I decided to take another bold move and straddled his waist. He froze completely and I slowly kissed his neck.

The smooth pale skin was awe-strickening. My lips surrounded the soft skin with delicacy and slow passion. "J-John." Sherlock's voice quavered and I pulled back. He looked utterly terrified. "I-I dont..I cant-." I cut him off with another soft kiss. "Let me express to you how beautiful you are to me." I whispered against his lips, kissing them again. Doubt flickered in his eyes for a momment, but he gave a tiny nod.

I smiled and kissed him slowly, building up the kiss. "If you need to stop tell me." He nodded again and I kissed along his jaw. He was whimpering under me in pleasure. I reached his neck and took the smooth skin between my teeth, acheing to make a mark on it. "Oh John." Sherlock moaned as I worked his neck. I made a large mark and licked his Adam Apple. This must have struck a nerve because he let out a loud groan and bucked his hips.

I smirked. "Hmm do you like that Mr. Holmes?" He swallowed thickly and before he could answer I licked it again. His moans made me go insane with lust. "Bedroom?" Sherlock squeaked out. "Oh god yes." We stood quickly and went to Sherlock's room. I couldnt wipe the smile off my face as I laid him down. I took a momment to appreciate him. His elbony curls splayed out on the bed beautifully. His skin was still flushed and his mesmerizing multi-colored eyes blown wide.

I slowly leaned down and took his bottom lip, sucking. He bucked his hips again. "So beautiful. You are so beaitiful." I praised him as I unbuttoned his shirt. "Y-Your beautiful too John." He stuttered out. I chuckled silently and slipped his shirt off. A shiver ran through us both as I took his his firm chest and lean body. "Do you want me to...?" He fingered my tee and I let him slip it off of me. He gasped and slowly ran his hands down my chest, trying to feel every inch of me.

"Wow." He breathed out. I blushed at his amazed face and lifted his eyes to mine. "Are you ready to do this? Because if you aren't ready then we can stop." He shook his head. "No John. I want this." I smiled and gave him a peck before standing up to remove my pants. Sherlock did the same and we were soon in our boxers. I straddled him and grinded down unto his half-hard on. His breath stuttered and rolled his hips up to meet mine. I groaned loudly. "God Sherlock." He moaned highly in response. I made a swirl in my hips and he let out another groan. "Oh John! John." I slipped off our last pieces of clothing.

I was now fully erect at the sight infront of me. He looked inhuman, his body too lean and perfect for a normal person. I felt a twang in my stomache knowing that this man is mine. "John? Are you ok? Am I too ugly?" He worried. I kissed him roughly. "You a magnificent. You are amazing and I wont hear another harmful word against yourself do you understand?" He nodded and cupped my face. "I think your wonderful John." My chest swelled with love.

I loved this, but I wanted, no, needed to take him or it would kill me. I gave him a firm stare. "Now we are going to have sex. And the only thing I want coming out of your mouth is either Yes, Faster, or John. Not specifically in that order." Sherlock blushed profusely. "Yes sir." I smirked and started up the tension we had a momment ago.

Our hard-members rubbed together with delicious newfound friction. I whimpered in pleasure and gripped his hips, shoving them harder unto mine. "Uh! Oh God, JOHN! N-Now. D-Do something damn it." I hurridly reached over into his nightstand and picked out the lube bottle.

I had placed it there months ago incase he...needed some reliefe. I wasnt really sure that he did that while I was gone. Nevertheless I got it for him. Just incase.

I slickened my fingers quickly and warmed up the lube inbetween my fingers. Sherlock tensed as my fingers neared his enterance. "I have to get you loose so that I wont hurt you. This will feel wierd for a momment, but its worth it." I waited and once Sherlock said 'Ok' I went ahead and slipped my index inside.

I felt him tense and I used my other hand to rub his thigh soothingly. "Shhh. Shhh, love. You have to relax." His eyes were screwed shut but he nodded and forced himself to relax. I continued stretching him and added my middle finger. He emmitted another lovely sound of pleasure. I angled my fingers a little more and brushed his prostate. His back arched wonderfully. "God!" I chuckled "Not quite, but close."

Once he was loose I took out my fingers and slickened my manhood. His eyes grew as I positioned myself at his entrance. "Ill go slow." He nodded and gripped my forearms. I slowly and gently put the head in. Sherlock whimpered in pain and I kissed his cheeks and forehead to calm him down. "O-Okay." He signaled after a long minute or two. I started to get my base in when he whimpered again, ending in a pleasurable sound.

"More." Sherlock panted out, wrapping his legs around my waist and pulling me all the way in. We both let out groans at finally being joined as one. I started thrusting in and out faster. Watching Sherlock crumble under me in a sweaty, loud, erotic mess was insanely pleasing. He shook his head from side to side with his mouth agape. "O-Oh John! John! Jo-." I hit one particular spot and a high moan ripped through his throat. "THERE! O-Oh right there."

I angled my hips to hit that spot everytime and slammed in. "YES! YES!" I felt the coil of release start in my stomache. "Sh-Sherlock i-im almost -fuck- im almost t-there." Sherlock grinded back against my thrusts, perfectly in sync. "Me too." He breathed out. He whimpered, his curls now sweaty and pasted to his forehead. I felt pride knowing I was making him feel like this. I slowed down my thrusts to make sure we lasted longer.

"I-I make you feel like this." I made another hard thrust to emphasize myself. He nodded, mouth hanging open. "You are mine. O-Only mine do you hear me? Only I can make you feel like this." Sherlock whimpered. "Yes. Oh yes. O-Only you John." I picked him up and pulled him flush against my chest and whipped into him. He let out a cry as I did this, wrapping his arms tightly around my neck.

I came then, yelling profanities and Sherlock's name. He whimpered and continued to work his hips on my shaft for his own release. I planted my hands on his hips and thrusted up into him to help. He threw his head back. "J-John! So close! S-So close! John!" He chanted in a whimper. I leaned forward and licked his Adam's Apple. "JOHN!" He fisted my hair and finally came, his warm seed spilling unto our chests.

We both panted, trying to catch our breathe and calm our racing hearts. I gently slipped out of him and laid us down. Our sweaty limbs were tangled in an achey mess. "I love you John Hamish Watson." Sherlock stated boldly, pulling me close. I kissed his chest lightly with a small smile. "I love you too Sherlock Holmes." He kissed atop my head. "Thank you...for everything." He whispered shyly. I looked up at him in amusement. "For what love?" He blushed. "I-I am so glad you returned my feelings for you. And I wanted to thank you for...what we just did-" "Sex?" I smirked as he flushed again. "Y-Yes. Not only that John. Thank you for expressing how you feel towards me. Thank you for making me feel...beautiful. You make me feel loved."

The swelling, overwhelming happiness clogged my chest again and I kissed him. "And I will never stop loving you. I promise that I will always try to make you feel special and loved. Becuase that is what you deserve." Sherlock slowly kissed me back with a groan. "Ill make you feel loved aswell John. You deserve so much." I smiled and broke the kiss. We gazed at eachother for what felt like forever and snuggled closer, relishing in this new love.