So...final chapter. I hope that you like it!

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3 Months Later

"How exactly am I supposed to explain this if we get caught?" Lestrade asked rubbing his eyes roughly.

"Don't worry so much," Sherlock sniffed as he looked over the map again making sure that every detail was perfect.

"What's the probability that this might actually set his entire office on fire?" John asked standing next to him.

"Approximately 27%." Sherlock said with a wave.

"Pranking Mycroft is something that I'm fine with." Lestrade said evenly. "But burning down a government stronghold makes me nervous, Sherlock."

"Marshmallows, huh?" Sawyer said from behind them causing Lestrade and Sherlock to jump. John, of course, had heard him entering the flat.

"That's the plan." John said. "How do you think that he will respond to having them expand to fill his entire office?"

"Can I make a suggestion?" Sawyer said with a devilish grin.

"If you must." Sherlock frowned. Sherlock had trouble warming up to Sawyer. Of course, Sherlock had trouble warming up to most people, but Sawyer definitely wasn't on his Top Ten People to Get to Know list. Mostly because he was sleeping with Mycroft.

"Why don't you do this in public?" Sawyer said. "It would be much more effective if you did it at the state dinner next month."

"Aren't you going to be at that state dinner?" Sherlock asked suspiciously. "I highly doubt that you would prefer to be covered in marshmallows."

"To see the look on his face." Sawyer with that grin. "I would let you cover me in peanut butter and lock me in a pen with hungry dogs."

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"That was not funny." Mycroft said grumpily to the four men giggling helplessly in his living room.

Sawyer rose from his perch by the fireplace and pulled Mycroft into a light kiss before licking at the marshmallow on his cheek, "It was a little funny."

Mycroft was still glaring slightly but his heart wasn't in it. It had almost been worth it to see the look on the representative of the Treasury's face as the liquefied sugar fell from the roof. He leaned forward and kissed Sawyer's lips one more time before stepping back to stare at his brother.

"Are we even yet, Sherlock?" Mycroft asked.

"Not even close." Sherlock said with that smug look plastered all over his face.

Mycroft sighed but didn't put up a fight. If the worst that Sherlock was going to subject him to was mildly embarrassing social engagements, he wasn't going to complain overly loudly. He suspected, though, that he had John to thank for his brother's obvious restraint.

He let his eyes focus on the army doctor for a few seconds to analyze his recovery. He had regular reports from the security detail about any major changes going on at 221B Baker Street, but occasionally preferred to see the facts with his own eyes. He was much more observant after all. He'd received reports that John was becoming more comfortable with his abilities and, instead of hiding them away, was utilizing them to assist Sherlock and Scotland Yard. John was still looking a bit tired (issues with nightmares, no doubt), a bit tense with others than he was before the incident, and jumped slightly when discordant noises assaulted his extrasensory hearing. What made Mycroft smile, however, was how often the doctor and his brother found excuses to connect physically. Whether it was a casual brush of shoulders or comforting touch of fingers, they rarely went more than a half hour without some physical contact.

Mycroft decided it was worth it: taking the punishment that Sherlock was liberally dolling out in exchange to see his younger brother so content.

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John stood against the worktop in the kitchen and felt his heart hammer against his chest. He could hear Sherlock working on a laptop (most likely John's) in the living area. He'd been ruminating about this for the past week and a half. He was going to do it and it was going to be great. He just had to work up the courage to mention it to Sherlock.

"Sherlock." He called wincing as his voice broke awkwardly and he called again in a clearer voice, "Sherlock."

"Yes, John?" Sherlock said absentmindedly as he updated his website.

"I think I'm ready." John said feeling sweat break out against his skin.

"I'm not hungry for dinner, but feel free to get a take-away, I promise to take a few bites." Sherlock answered.

"No." John said feeling his chest deflate a bit. "That's not what I meant."

"I deduce everything John, but I can't read minds." He called. "Could you be a bit more specific."

Right, this was embarrassing. John steeled himself and turned to stand in the doorway to the living area. He swallowed heavily as Sherlock's eyes flickered over him and his mouth dropped open slightly, "Oh."

"Yeah." John said ducking his head and shifting from foot to foot.

"Oh," Sherlock said again before almost tossing the computer to the floor and stalking towards John. He pulled him into a heated kiss sending wave after wave of hot delight through his nerve endings. He felt the tension that had made him so nervous drain away under his flatmate's precise and caring fingers. He moaned as Sherlock's tongue caressed his and licked at his teeth. John ran his hands over Sherlock's lower back and arse smiling into the kiss as he felt Sherlock shudder against him. Sherlock grabbed at John's hips pulling them flush against each other before breaking the kiss to stare into John's eyes. "John, we don't have to."

"I want to." John said placing a gentle kiss on his neck. "I don't want my only memory of something so good to be of that complete twat. I want you inside me. I want to feel you come inside me."

He felt Sherlock's knees buckle and held him up by his waist, "Fuck, John."

"Exactly, Sherlock." John purred before licking and sucking on the detective's neck again.

"If at any time," Sherlock panted. "You want to stop…"

"I know." John said. "Just please, take me to bed."

Sherlock pulled him back up to crush their mouths together for a few seconds before practically dragging John back to his bedroom. They happily helped each other out of their clothes and John stopped to stare at the man standing before him feeling appreciation and admiration seep through him. Sherlock took a step towards him and ran his fingertips over John's kiss-bruised lips before pulling him close again for a kiss. John's heart almost stopped when he felt something more than just arousal and excitement permeate the room. It felt like…well, like a promise. A beautiful, wonderful, humbling promise. John shivered with the intensity of the kiss and pulled Sherlock backward to the bed.

He let Sherlock lower him to the sheets breaking the kiss only to gasp for air before falling back into each other over and over and over again. He pulled one of Sherlock's hands away from his neck and guided him lower and lower until he had Sherlock's hand caressing his arse.

"Please," John breathed meeting Sherlock's gaze.

"I have to ask, John." Sherlock panted trying to shake off the pleasure haze that was dulling his mind. "Are you sure?"

"I promise that I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable," John said seriously. "But I want this. I need this. I need you, Sherlock."

"I need you too, John." Sherlock said brokenly. "So much."

He leaned over John again to kiss him lightly on the temple before reaching over to his bedside table and pulling out a tube of lubricant. He rocked back on his heels to kneel in front of John. John felt his heart flutter in excitement and his cock twitch in anticipation as he drew his knees up and spread his legs.

"You're so gorgeous, John." Sherlock said, mesmerized by the man lying in front of him. He popped the cap on the lubricant and covered his fingers liberally never losing eye contact with his doctor.

"Just talk me through it, okay?" John said breathlessly. "Just keep talking to me."

Sherlock pressed a kiss to the inside of John's knees before leaning down a bit, "I'm going to start slow. Just to get you used to the feeling of my touch there, alright?"

"Yeah, alright." John said, tracking Sherlock's every movement.

"I'm going to touch you, John."

Sherlock ran a finger lightly between John's arse brushing over his entrance. John jerked at the touch and Sherlock pulled away, "How are you?"

"Good," John said breathing a bit heavily. "I'm good."

"I'm going to touch your entrance again." He purred, "Keep telling me how you're doing."

Sherlock traced his finger over John again letting his digits rub lightly in tiny circles and he couldn't help but grin as John shivered and let out a breathy moan, "Oh, god."

"Are you ready for me to penetrate?" Sherlock asked trying desperately to ignore the aching hardness between his own legs.

"Just slowly." John said. "Just go slow."

"Just take a deep breath, John." Sherlock guided. "This always feels a bit strange."

"Right." John breath. "Okay."

"Here we go." Sherlock said quietly.

He placed his forefinger at John's entrance and applied just a hint of pressure before meeting John's gaze again. He pushed in slowly and gently letting the lube do most of the work. John was tight, tighter than he should be and he glanced at the doctor with a wary expression.

"Just relax, John." Sherlock said soothingly. "Use your safe word if you want me to stop."

"Yeah," John replied. "Okay…relax…I can do that."

Sherlock felt John take a few deep breaths and pressed in a bit more at the last exhale of the fourth breath. His finger slid past the first ring of muscle and clutched at him tightly. Sherlock felt his mind explode with the sensation and he began panting lightly.

"I'm going…" Sherlock said, his train of thought faltering at the warmth. "I'm going to start opening you up a bit. Just keep taking deep breaths and tell me how you're feeling."

"I feel good." John whispered. "It feels good, keep going."

Sherlock twisted his finger slowly and smiled as John groaned at the pressure on his prostate. "Fuck! Is that supposed to feel that way?"

"Oh, John." Sherlock said massaging the area. "We're just getting started."

He worked slowly pressing kisses to John's nearest skin as he worked one then two then three fingers into his doctor talking softly as he felt John slowly relax into the increase in pressure.

"How are you?" Sherlock asked breathily.

"Wonderful." John said brokenly as the pleasure centers of his brain short-circuited with delight.

"It might be easiest if I get you off first." Sherlock said. "That way your body will be more relaxed."

"I don't want that." John said firmly. "Because then everything will be a bit numb. I want to memorize the feel of you in me. I need this."

"God, John." Sherlock said shakily.

"Come here." John whispered silkily. "I need to kiss you."

Sherlock crawled forward keeping his already over-sensitized cock away from any type of friction. He felt very tiny tremors running through John's skin as they kissed deeply. He pulled back to study his doctor's eyes and felt hesitancy slow his actions.

"I'm alright, Sherlock." John said caressing the detective's curls. "I'm fine. I'm ready. Please."

"I never want to hurt you." Sherlock said simply resting his forehead against John's. "I don't want you to be afraid of this."

"You won't and I'm not." John said firmly.

"It might be more comfortable on your stomach…" Sherlock said pulling back.

"NO." John said harshly. "I mean no, that's how…with Henry…I can't…"

"Alright." Sherlock said running his hand gently over John's stomach. "Alright. Take a few deep breaths while I get ready."

Sherlock leaned back and took a few deep breaths as well. He knew he wasn't going to last long, preparing John was one of the sexiest things he had ever done. He poured lube on his cock and made sure it was covered liberally before leaning toward John and placing a pillow under his hips.

"Are you ready?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes." John said quietly.

Sherlock lined up and pushed against John's entrance lightly while keeping his eyes firmly on John's face. John's hands scrambled over the duvet looking for purchase before gripping them painfully turning his knuckles white instantly.

"John?"

"Keep going. I'm fine."

"John…"

"Stop bloody asking me and do it already! I promised I would use my safe word if I wanted to stop! Now get the fuck inside me, now!"

Sherlock placed a kiss to his stomach lightly before pushing in a little farther and groaning as the heat of John's body enveloped his erection inch by inch.

"Fuck." Sherlock breathed. "Oh, god. Fuck."

"That feels…that feels…" John stumbled. "Oh…that feels...different."

"Good different or bad different." Sherlock panted heavily.

"More." John groaned. "I need more."

Sherlock pushed farther in and felt his whole body quiver with pleasure because this felt so fucking good and so right and so perfect.

He pushed in to the hilt and completely lost his ability to form coherent thought as a million details attacked his senses. He could feel John surround his cock with warmth and heat and pressure as he began rolling his hips slowly.

He felt John shudder under him as Sherlock brushed his prostate, "FUCK! Oh god, do that again!"

Sherlock began thrusting and rolling his hips gently as he almost bit clean through his lip to stave off the warm coil of pleasure at the base of his cock. John did not help the situation by writhing deliciously and moaning heavily into Sherlock's every movement.

"John," Sherlock said through clenched teeth. "Touch yourself. Oh god, fuck…please. I want to be inside you when you come."

Sherlock continued rocking and thrusting as John began wanking off beneath him and Sherlock had never seen anything more arousing than the sight of John beneath him, skin flushed, eyes dilated, cock bobbing with each thrust and roll. Sherlock made sure to add to John's pleasure by brushing by John's prostate with every thrust.

John's hips began pulsing and jerking as he neared climax and Sherlock bit back a scream as John moaned loudly with a thumb to his slit.

"Sherlock…oh Sherlock…yes…yes…yesyesyesyes…AW SHERLOCK!"

John's orgasm raced through his body causing his muscles to contract deliciously around Sherlock's cock making the detective yelp and shout John's name before following him into orgasmic bliss with four rough thrusts into John. He pulled out gently and collapsed on the bed next to his doctor before pulling the smaller man onto his chest and clutching him tightly as the shivers of John's orgasm ebbed.

"John, are you alright." Sherlock breathed heavily.

"Yeah." John said quietly into Sherlock's chest. "I'm fine."

"Look at me, John." Sherlock said pulling at his doctor's chin.

John swallowed heavily and faced the detective with a small smile.

"Tell me what you're thinking?" Sherlock whispered kissing John's temple lightly.

"I just…" John hesitated. "I'm just shocked."

"About what?" Sherlock asked curiously.

"That someone like you would want something like me." John said quietly.

"Don't be an idiot, John." Sherlock said with a slight smile. "We were made for each other."

"Really?" John said. "A genius consulting detective and a vampire doctor?"

"Of course." Sherlock said confidently. "I've never been more positive about anything in my life."

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Definitely going to work on a sequel.

I would just like to thank everyone for reading! The response has been wonderful and I think you all are utterly brilliant!