Stranger: Sherlock followed John out of the cab and waited for him to unlock the door. "You know," Sherlock said behind him as he wrestled with the lock, "I was this close to fucking you in that cab..."

You: "Never thought to hear you talk dirty," John said, fumbing with the keys. He finally grabbed the right one and shoved the door open

Stranger: As John closed the door behind him, instead of climbing the stairs, Sherlock pushed him, hard, against the door, his leg between John's.

Stranger: "Never?" Sherlock sent shivers down John's spine.

You: "Not really," John groaned, one leg wrapping around Sherlock's. "Never seemed your area."

Stranger: "Nor did this, to most people..." Sherlock feverishly pressed his lips against John's.

You: "God... Sherlock," John growled into Sherlock's lips. "And I am glad beyond measure that they turned out to be wrong."

Stranger: Sherlcok chuckled, then went down to bit John's neck, licking the soft underskin. He teased a little bit, then bit down just above the collor bone.

You: John threw his head back, wrapping his arms around Sherlock's torso. His hips ground into Sherlock's knee, creating a delicious friction

Stranger: "Fuck me, John. Right here, right now. Fuck me." Sherlock growled.

You: "Wh.. What?" John asked, his voice hoarse. "You want me inside you?"

Stranger: "Yes.. John please... I... I need it..."

You: "All right," John chuckled darkly. He wriggled out of Sherlock's hold and pushed him up against the door. He slid the detective's coat off his shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt

Stranger: "God..." Sherlock growled again, the thought of Mrs. H seeing them sliding to the back of his mind. "John... Hurry..."

You: "Impatient, are we?" John asked, nuzzling his head into Sherlock's neck. His hands moved down and undid his pants, swiftly pulling them off.

Stranger: "Aroused." Sherlock hissed, undoing John's shirt and quickly ripping it from his body.

You: One of John's hands tangled into Sherlock's hair and tilted his head back while the other gripped his hard length. John pumped it slowly while he sucked at Sherlock's neck, smiling at the sounds he was making

Stranger: "Jesus!" Sherlock moaned, amitting many girlly sound he didn't even know his body was capable of making. He silently urged John to just do it already, the heat in his cock feeling like a wild fire.

You: Without warning, John stepped back and shimmied out of his pants. He grinned at Sherlock and growled, "Turn."

Stranger: Before he had a chance to do anything, John whirled him around and his face and chest were slammed into the door. His cock hit painfully full onto the door, he moaned painfully aroused.

You: "I want you to try something different," John said quietly, ranging his body against Sherlock's. "I don't want you to make a sound. If you do, I will stop until you are silent again."

Stranger: "Arrrg, B-but John...." Sherlock growled as John shoved his cock harder into the door.

You: "No, Sherlock," John said. "You spend all your time talking. I want to hear silence from you for once. Or I stop, right here right now"

Stranger: Sherlock nodded, biting his knuckle.

You: "Good," John chuckled and rewarded Sherlock by spreading his legs and sliding one finger inside him.

Stranger: Sherlock bit harder on his knuckle. He balled his other fist into his own hair, pulling at it.

You: John smiled to see Sherlock pulling his own hair. Who knew the detective had a masochistic streak? He reached around and tweaked Sherlock's nipples, sliding another finger inside him and stretching him

Stranger: A low grumble sounded from Sherlock throat as he bit so hard on his knuckle that he tasted blood. He untangled his hand from his hair and clawed at the door like an animal trying to escape a cage.

You: John stopped moving immediately, his breath coming hard against Sherlock's back. "Thought I said no sounds," John said playfully

Stranger: "I can't help the ones from the throat" Sherlock growled dangerously. "I'm trying, babe."

You: John chuckled again and took pity on his lover. He started pumping his fingers again, sliding a third one in. John nuzzled into Sherlock's neck, biting and sucking at the nape.

Stranger: Sherlock's knuckles were bleeding feriously by now, he had chewed holes in himself and started on his palm. He was trembling and sweaty.

You: "Sherlock, stop biting your hand," John said worriedly. "I don't want you hurting yourself." With that, he stopped playing with Sherlock's nipples and forced his fingers into the man's mouth. "Suck on my fingers instead."

Stranger: "If I do that, I'll bite them off." Sherlock growled back.

You: "Then don't bite me," John said reasonably. "Suck on them as hard as you need to." He pulled his fingers out and shifted behind Sherlock, lining his painfully hard cock up with his entrance. "Ready?" he asked darkly.

Stranger: "Do it, -now-" Sherlock basically shouted.

You: John entered him with a grunt, sliding his entire length into Sherlock. He paused, savoring the feel of Sherlock tight around him.

Stranger: "Still no noise?" Sherlock moaned.

You: "No," John groaned. "I want to hear silence from you, love." He slowly started pumping in and out, his eyes closing in ecstasy at the feel of Sherlock on his cock and fingers

Stranger: Sherlock sucked on John's fingers instantly. He sucked harder and harder with each pump.

You: John gripped Sherlock's hip hard with his free hand, thrusting deeper inside him. He groaned into Sherlock's back, the feeling overwhelming him. "Harder, suck my fingers harder," John ordered

Stranger: Sherlock almost took John's whole hand into his mouth he was sucking on it so hard. He pounded the door with the fist.

You: John moaned loudly, though now he wanted to hear Sherlock scream. He reached around and gripped the detective's length tight and pumped in time with his hips. "You can make noise," he whispered. "Scream for me."

Stranger: Sherlock pounded on the door again, resisting the urge to scream. He chewed on John's hand feverishly. He wanted to tease John for teasing him.

You: John smiled as he realized the game Sherlock was playing. He used one knee to spread Sherlock's legs further, pressing him hard into the door. His hand and hips pumped faster, his cock finally hitting the bundle of nerves deep inside his lover

Stranger: Sherlock bit on John's hand harder, tasting the iron of blood. He knew he was biting too hard, but he didn't care.

You: "Sherlock, please," John said hoarsely. "Scream my name for me." He wiggled his fingers in Sherlock's mouth, trying to ease the burn of the man's bites

Stranger: Sherlock moaned something that sounded like 'John' into John's hand, but it was too muffled and disformed to be audible.

You: John slid his hand torturously slowly out of Sherlock's mouth, tracing his lips with his fingers. "Again," John ordered. "Scream my name."

Stranger: Sherlock bit his own lip. He couldn't and wouldn't let John win. Not this time...

You: John moved his fingers up to the head of Sherlock's length, brushing his thumb over the dampness. He squeezed tightly and stroked down, running his nails on the underside. He used his bitten hand to grip Sherlock's hip tight, holding the man tight against his chest

Stranger: Sherlock bit his lip harder, placing his bleeding hand on John's hip. He could feeling the warm blood wetting John's skin.

You: "God, Sherlock," John groaned. "I'm close..." There was something strangely arousing about the feel of Sherlock's blood on him with his on Sherlock's hip

Stranger: Sherlock was chewing straight through his lip, blood yet again, touched his tongue. He nodded, telling John he was close too. He bit harder, surpressing a moan.

You: John laughed at Sherlock's nod. The man really was perverse sometimes. He thrust as deep as he could into Sherlock and felt his orgasm rush through him. He bit hard at Sherlock's shoulder, his body spasming into the other man's

Stranger: Sherlock, giving up on the lip, cried out as he comed all over John's hand.

You: John stroked him through his orgasm, delighting in the twitches and jerks Sherlock gave him. "You are amazing," John breathed into Sherlock's back, his hand wrapping around Sherlock's chest and holding him close

You: "I love you too," John answered fondly, sliding out of Sherlock. He placed a hand against the wall so he could regain his balance and studied Sherlock's face

Stranger: Sherlock turned back to John, leaning heavily on the door behind him. He kissed his lips lightly. "That enough?" He teased.

You: "For now," John said, grinning. He brushed a hand against Sherlock's lips, his eyes darkening at the blood. "You really hurt yourself," John said worriedly

Stranger: Sherlock looked down at his bloody hand then touched his clean one to his lip, pulling it away to see more blood. He frowned at the sight. "I guess I did..."

You: "Let's clean up and I'll take care of the bites," John said. He picked up his clothes as Sherlock did the same and they raced up the stairs. John followed Sherlock into the bathroom and he cleaned them with swift, gentle strokes.

Stranger: Sherlock moaned at John cleaned him, nipping at John's ear.

You: "Stop that," John said, swatting his arm. "You do more of that and this will all be for nothing."

Stranger: Sherlock chuckled and rested his head on John's shoulder and breathing him in. "Sorry... I can't help it.. You're standing in front of me, touching me, completly naked..."

You: John wrapped his arms around Sherlock and nuzzled into his neck. "Believe me, its taking all my willpower not to do anything," John growled. "But I need to take care of these bites or they might get infected."

Stranger: "Forget the bites and-" John cut him off.

You: "Sherlock, you almost bit through your lip," John argued. "I won't be able to kiss you again until its healed."

Stranger: "But I-"

You: "No," John said, the doctor in him coming to the fore. "I don't want you to get an infection. I love your lips too much." He brushed gentle fingers over said lips and led Sherlock into the kitchen where he kept his very-well-stocked medkit.

Stranger: Sherlock pouted. "How long..?" He asked at length.

You: "I don't know," John said. "Depends how fast you heal. Maybe a week?" He grabbed antiseptic and bandages out of the kit and cleaned and bound Sherlock's hand before carefully cleaning Sherlock's lips

Stranger: "That's too long" Sherlock pouted.

You: "Well, then you shouldn't have bit your lip," John said, a little testily. "Was it really so bad, screaming?"

Stranger: Sherlock looked away, blushing. "I wanted to tease you for teasing me..." He muttered.

You: John smiled at him, glancing up from cleaning his own hand. "And I love that idea," he said. "But you took it a little far. Please don't hurt yourself like this."

Stranger: Sherlock looked down. "I really want to kiss you... You in doctor mode is just so.... Adorable..."

You: John finished binding up his own hand then cupped his other hand under Sherlock's chin. He tilted the man's head up and examined his lips. "Well, if you're gentle," John chuckled. "We might be able to do that."

You: *i kinda love how they are sitting in the kitchen naked lmao. so cute in my head*

Stranger: *really is X)*

Stranger: *someone should draw that!!!*

Stranger: "Please... John... Kiss me..." Sherlock begged.

You: John couldn't say no to this arrogant man begging him. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Sherlock's, careful of the bite

Stranger: Sherlock moaned a chuckle as he reached up and slid a light finger along the edge of John's collor bone.

You: John leaned into Sherlock's finger, moving to kneel in front of the detective, never leaving his mouth. He wrapped his arms around Sherlock's torso again, pressing into him

Stranger: Sherlock loved the slow gentle kiss. His eyes were closed and his whole body just melted into John. His arms felt weak and he just fell apart and every small touch of John's burning hot flesh.

You: John let his hands run over the muscles of Sherlock's chest, tracing them underneath his skin. "Sherlock," John whispered against his lips. "I think I'm exhausted. We should go to bed."

Stranger: "Sleep with me, John?" Sherlock whispered, kissing John's ear.

You: "Yes," John answered, voice gravelly with want. "Let's go."

Stranger: Sherlock broke from John and wrapped his arm around John's middle, pulling his with him. "Do we -have- to wear clothes to bed, or can it be optional?" Sherlock smirked.

You: "Well, considering that they are optional at the moment," John laughed. "I vote optional." He wrapped his arm around Sherlock's waist and walked out of the kitchen. "Which room?"

Stranger: "Mine, larger bed and closer." Sherlock said, kissing John's forehead and hissing in slight pain.

You: "K," John answered, brushing a finger over Sherlock's lips. "Told you to be careful." They walked together into Sherlock's room and tumbled onto the bed

Stranger: Sherlock looked at John, covering their lower halves with covers. "I know... I'm sorry.... I should have just screamed....."

You: "It's all right," John said. "I did change my mind in the middle of that." He chuckled as he tangled his legs in Sherlock's and laid his head on his shoulder

Stranger: "I really do love you so much, John.... I never ment to hurt you..."

You: "I know, Sherlock," John sighed, relaxing completely against the warm body next to him. "I love you too. You're going to be here when I wake up right? This wasn't all just a dream?"

Stranger: "Ill be right here, waitin for you, John. Why would it be a dream?

Stranger: "

You: John shook his head and replied, "Because I've dreamt this before. Dreamt you coming back. It hurt when I woke up."

Stranger: "I'm back, John. I'm here now and that's were I'm staying." Sherlock whispered into John's war.

Stranger: Ear

You: "Good," John said, satisfied. He wrapped his arms tighter around Sherlock and held onto him tightly. "Good night, love," he whispered, his eyes closing in sleep

Stranger: "Good night, babe." Sherlock whispered back, a satisfied smile resting on his face as he watched the doctor slowly

Stranger: Drift off to sleep.