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Part 1: The agreement

So this is an idea I had. I thought it was interesting. I'm afraid that it will talk about sex more than I usually would but that is kind of the basis of this story so I'm very sorry. It won't have any description or anything but it will be talked about a lot so I apologise in a advance to any other ace friends. I really wanted to do this to compare the ace and allo experience. This is part one and there will be another part tomorrow so just wait and see, I think it should be pretty good:)

Warnings: talk about sex but in a really awkward, "I'm a sex repulsed  asexual and I thought this was a cool idea that my brain had so ima roll with it even though it might be slightly uncomfortable" way. Mention of past injury that ended up with them in A and E but no medical description and no serious injury. I don't think there are any other possible triggers but as always, let me know if you spot any:)

Word count: 1200

John and Sherlock lay next to each other in bed, kissing softly. As a sex positive asexual, Sherlock had agreed to have sex every once in a while to keep John happy and that agreement had just been fulfilled. In return for this, Sherlock got to choose a date or activity for them to do another day. John was allowed to ask for compromises in these activities but he wasn't allowed to refuse outright as, as Sherlock put it, if he was going to do something that wasnt really his cup of tea for John then John could at least return the favour. This arrangement worked surprisingly well and had lead to some very interesting dates, one involving a 3 hour violin concerto followed by a high speed chase to catch one if the players who had turned out to be a murderer of people as well as murder on John's brain (he loved violin but mostly because he loved Sherlock but not for 3 hours at a time). He had also been roped into several experiments, the more extreme ones resulting in more exciting activities of John's choice in return. Today, Sherlock had a very intense experiment planned and so there had been many layers of seduction and a range of love making that was more varied and passionate than usual. (I'm sorry if this is really awkward to read, I feel very awkward writing it but it's kind of important for the progression of the story so bear with me)

Now they were just kissing which was Sherlock's favourite part as it was really quite enjoyable. It made his heart feel full and happy to have John's lips against his and it seemed to him that anything more paled in comparison to just being held and kissing the person you love most in the world.
"So, I'm assuming you want me to do something I am likely to say no to?" Mumbled John against his boyfriend's lips.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" Sherlock feigned mock surprise and played with John's hair gently.
"Hmm, let me think.... Maybe the fact that you just gave me a blowjob and we then had sex 3 times might have given it away." John laughed and booped his nose, "not that I'm complaining of course, I rather enjoyed it."
"I could tell." Sherlock raised his eyebrow and chuckled. "Besides, maybe I just love you extra today. Maybe I don't want anything crazy at all, just extra kisses and time with my wonderful boyfriend who is looking extra dashing this morning."

"Nope, you definitely want something. You just flattered me way too much for it just to be because you love me and want kisses. Come on, spit it out. I'm slightly worried about what could be worse than the reflex experiment which ended up with you in A and E with a sprained arm after it turns out that you should not sneak up on an ex army doctor in a dark alley to test how quickly people respond to stimulus."
"That was quite bad wasn't it?" Sherlock shuddered slightly at the memory and rubbed unhappily at the arm that had been twisted forcefully around by the ex soldier.
"I am sorry about that but it was rather stupid of you to forget that I can break every bone in your body while naming them if I wanted to and old habits die hard."
"I certainly know not to mess with you now my dear. I'm afraid this experiment might be a little bit worse than that one considering as that one only resulted in me getting hurt, not you."
"I don't like where this is going. I don't particularly want to end up in A and E again, I think that Nurse Williams might be getting a bit fed up of us and I would like to be able to look at him in the face at the Christmas work do. The last thing when we went with a bottle up my arse was already mortifying enough."
"You suggested we tried merging mine and your chosen activity!!" Protested Sherlock.

"I did not intend for it to go like that. Anyway, we keep getting distracted, put me out of my misery and tell me what this experiment is already."
"I'm afraid I can't."
"What do you mean you can't?"
"I just need you to trust me and drink what I give you, I promise it won't have any long lasting side effects."
"This sounds fishy Love. I might need a bit more information than that."
"If you do this for me, then I will give you a blowjob every night this week."
John sighed heavily but agreed.
"Urgh, I hate that you can control me so easily. It sucks that I have the desires of the flesh that can so cruelly be used against me."
"Don't be so dramatic! Besides, that won't be the only thing that sucks." Sherlock winked and stuck his tongue out as the doctor blushed.
"So you are making dirty jokes now? This experiment really must be important to you."
"Well, it could change the world forever so kind of, yeah."
"The more I hear about this, the less I like it. Is it too late to back out?"
"Every night this week John. Every. Night. This. Week."
"Urgh, fine. Go and get it before I change my mind and start acting sensibly again."
Sherlock bounded up and grabbed his dressing gown from the floor. As he left the room he shot back, "you've never done a sensible thing in your life my dear."
"Well definitely not at the minute my darling considering I am exclusively doing you." Sherlock rolled his eyes and strolled off quickly to locate his most recent concoction.

A few minutes later, he reappeared, clutching two vials of bright violet sludge.
"Here we are." He presented one to John and popped the cork off one for himself. The pleasant smell of toffee filled the room mixed with the less pleasant smell of various chemicals.
"Are you having one too then?" Asked John, sitting up in bed now, the duvet pulled up to just below his arms, covering most of his bare chest.
"Yup." Sherlock popped the p intensely.
"Oh good, so now both of us are going to end up in A and E, I feel so much safer.
"Don't worry my dear, I am almost certain these are going to work."
"That is definitely worse as I don't know what they are supposed to do." He emphasised the 'supposed' to show that if the best case scenario was bad enough for him to not be told then the worst case scenario must be very not good indeed.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine. Now, on the count of three, we both have to chug our liquid and then kiss each other. Got it?"
"Do you just want to kiss me and distract me from the bad flavour?"
"Maybe. You ready?"
"Sure. I love you, you crazy idiot." John removed the stopper from his own bottle and braced himself for whatever was about to happen.
"I love you too. 1. 2. 3."
They both raised the bottle to their lips and swallowed the purple liquid inside. It burnt their throats slightly on the way down but left a pleasant warmth there too. Then, they leaned forwards and kissed each other gently. John saw a blinding flash of white light and then blackness as he fell into unconsciousness.

To be continued....

It is now late and this is already a decent length so I'm going to stop here for now. I have zoom calls all day tomorrow and I'm at my grandparents caravan with very bad wifi so fingers crossed that works out ok:). Alright, ima go do duolingo now, see yous all later, have a lovely existence till then. Love yous loads,
Isabella
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