As soon as his knot deflated, John got up to get two bottles of water and some crackers from the kitchen. He was just taking the water out of the fridge when he heard Sherlock stepping into the room.

"Water and crackers. Do you want something else?" He asked considerate.

"No, I…You left." Sherlock said in disbelief. John opened both bottles and handed him one, urging him on to drink it. Sherlock took a few gulps of the cold water with furrowed brows.

"I didn't leave. I merely went into the kitchen to make sure that you get enough water." John said amused before he drank his bottle down to the bottom.

Sherlock frowned, nodding in understanding. "I know. Maybe I am, what people call, clingy."

"I think it's the bond. I can barely stop myself from searching the flat for rivals. If you didn't notice, I looked under the bed before I left the room." Sherlock grinned. Naturally, he had noticed. Taking John's hand, he pulled him against his chest and closed his arm around the Alpha.

John inhaled Sherlock's scent. It was already changing and he supposed his own was too. Soon, they would smell nearly the same. John almost regretted that there were no other Alpha's out there who would recognize their bond and know that Sherlock was his.

He kissed the soft skin at Sherlock's collarbone before he took a step backwards to regard his naked body. John still couldn't believe that Sherlock wanted to spend his life with him in this special, intimate way. According to the book, they would develop a connection that would grow stronger with every day they spend together. John could already feel their bond tugging at him whenever there was even a small distance between them. It should have felt awkward but to John it was all he had ever wished for, even before he knew that his body was meant for it.

"John, I'd really like to talk to you about the sentiment that is written all over your face but that will have to wait until I can stop thinking about how to get you to fuck me again." Sherlock stated casually. A shudder ran down John's back at the swear word and he felt a familiar stirring in his groin.

Grabbing the crackers from the work disc, John walked back into the bedroom, taking Sherlock's hand to drag him along without a word.

3 days into Sherlock's heat, the former urgency was slowly receding and the bond was influencing their sex in new, thrilling ways. For one, John didn't need to see Sherlock's face anymore to know exactly what Sherlock wanted him to do next.

They were lying on the floor in the living room. (The bedroom had been too boring after two days and the little amount of sleep they needed allowed them to use every available surface in the flat. They considered the kitchen table the best, and John's chair the worst place they had tried, but the floor was the one surface that was reserved for languid, loving sex.)

John was trailing kisses down Sherlock's neck to his left nipple. He sucked the nub gently into his mouth and slid a finger over his Omega's flat belly. Goose bumps were blooming all over Sherlock's lean torso. With his other hand, John pressed Sherlock's wrists onto the floor over his head.

"God. How I want you…" John whispered reverently.

He pressed one leg between Sherlock's thighs, forcing them apart. His hard arousal was brushing the Omega's limb and it sent a shiver down his groin. Crouching deeper, John licked the crease between Sherlock's thigh and prick. Tenderly, John sucked on the skin off Sherlock's scrotum, tugging at it with his lips.

The heady scent made his cock throb impatiently. He firmly rubbed it against Sherlock's leg before he put a hand on his Omega's hip, beckoning him to turn around.

Sherlock rolled flat onto his front, stretching his now free arms. His breathing was fast but his body seemed to be in a state of total relaxation. John knelt over him, trapping his Omega's body between strong legs. He let his hands deliberately wander down over Sherlock's back and sides, marveling at the feeling of smoothness under his fingertips.

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to Sherlock's neck before he moved to the side to lick at the bond mark. Sherlock's body shuddered at the touch and a low moan left his throat.

A wave of affection rolled through John and elicited a soft sigh. He instinctively knew that it was the bond, letting him share what Sherlock felt.

John crouched backwards until he was positioned over Sherlock's ankles. Placing his hands at the Omega's hips, he pulled Sherlock up until he knelt in front of him, bracing his weight on his forearms.

The Alpha brought one arm under the Consulting Detective and gave his a cock a few firm strokes before he pushed two fingers of the other hand into his entrance.

"Yes…." Sherlock hissed, letting his head dangle between his upper arms.

John was watching the crease of the Omega's arse, observing how the wetness advanced with every thrust of his fingers. It had gradually gotten less while the heat subsided but John decided that there was still no need for lube.

Carefully, he pulled his fingers out and spread the remaining liquid over his erection. Sherlock groaned when he stopped stroking him soon after.

"John….Hurry!" The Omega demanded impatiently.

"Alright, alright!" John replied amused and lined his cock up with Sherlock's hole.

He pressed Sherlock's legs tightly together between his knees while he used three fingers to scatter the lubricant generously over the Omega's thighs and arse.

Lazily, he pumped his hips, pushing the head of his cock against the tight ridge of Sherlock's behind. He loosened the press of his knees on the Omega's thighs and almost immediately slipped into his hot entrance. The lack of slickness inside of Sherlock made John feel the friction even more commanding and he bit his lip while he enjoyed the slow drag over his prick. With long, patient thrusts, John pushed in and out of his Bonded.

Lovingly, he let a hand travel up the Omega's back to rest it on the bruised spot that displayed their new connection. Out of an impulse, John pressed it hard and earned a passionate scream from Sherlock that fed his enthusiasm.

Picking up a faster pace, he thrust into the confining heat with more force than he intended to but there was no complaint coming from below him. John was moving viciously, feeling the need to push deeper and deeper while he used both hands to steady Sherlock's hips.

"Fuck, that's…" John groaned as he felt Sherlock's arm move, working his cock furiously.

"Close!" Sherlock warned, moaning impressively loud.

"Yes, love." John managed to answer through his harsh panting. Pulling all the way out until only the tip of his cock was left inside his Bonded, John took a deep breath. Closing his eyes to concentrate on his sense of touch, he pushed roughly back in, forcing his knot through the rigid ring of muscles.

Promptly, John felt Sherlock tense below him and clench around his cock.

"Mine." He growled and spent himself into the exhausted Omega. Sherlock collapsed onto the floor while John was still kneeling above him.

A quiet, almost inaudible whisper came from the Consulting Detective.

"And mine."

It was dark outside. The city lay loud and crowded just on the other side of their flats' walls. Sherlock's head rested on John's chest right above his beating heart.

"I wanted to bond with you from the moment I knew that it was possible." Sherlock whispered, his breath tickling the blonde hair on John's belly.

"I think we were bonded from the moment we met." John answered equally quiet. "I knew I wouldn't leave you even when you turned me down at Angelo's."

"How could you've been so sure?"

"There is no difference in the way I feel for you, only in the way I feel you." John murmured into silky curls.

Two weeks had passed since Sherlock's heat. They had a new case and Sherlock wasn't even remotely as pliant as before. Agitatedly, he paced up and down the kitchen floor. Constantly talking to himself, he randomly picked up crime scene photos and stared at them for a few seconds only to throw them on the table again.

"What? WHAT? What am I missing?" Sherlock screamed, pulling his hair in a painful looking way.

John could feel the frustration getting passed on to him intensely through their bond. It made the hair in his neck stand on end and his guts tighten. Probably not even a cup of tea could drain the tension out of him but he tried, anyway, although the task held a bit more difficulty with Sherlock stomping awkwardly around the kitchen table.

John sat down in his usual chair and closed his eyes. Inhaling the steam of his tea, he forced his muscles to relax. Intentionally, he envisioned an Afghan desert with strong blowing wind and a bright blue sky. He imagined a lizard scuttle by beside his feet and let his gaze follow it into the distance.

"John." Sherlock's quiet voice shook him out of his trance. He blinked his eyes open and saw the Consulting Detective looking at him with wide, surprised eyes.

"What did you do?" He asked curiously.

"Just trying to calm down." John shrugged.

"It worked. It worked on me." Sherlock said astonished.

"I hoped it would." John admitted obviously pleased.

In a blur of movement, Sherlock grabbed his coat from the kitchen chair and crossed to the door in two strides, exiting without a look behind

"You. Are. Brilliant. John." He yelled, running down the stairs.

Rolling his eyes, John jumped up from the couch to follow Sherlock.

"I have my moments." He muttered, closing the door on his way out.