the cute one's story

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this is gonna be rated R, so skip if your under the age of i-dont-give-a-fuck. if i have offended you, please don't be mad this is my brain we're talking about.

John's pov

sherlock is still unconsious when i get him to my warehouse. i quickly strip him & chain him to my bed when i hear him awakening, "john? john, why am i naked?" this is my go, oh he is going to love this, "sherly, i want to take it *all* the way tonight" sherlock cries out, most definatly a cry of joy. "now sherly, i must warn you, i've only ever down this with my daddy and at that point i was on the recieving end, so i may not be good" i quickly strip down as sherlock sturggles to be free of his chains, no doubt; to kiss me. i walk around the bed in my birthsuit already and kiss sherlock on the forehead," sherly, i know you're scared but don't worry, you're with me" "please, please john, don't do this-" i shove a apple in his mouth, " don't worry i remembered a condom" i climbed on the bed and postioned my self behind him, "oh goodness, i almost forgot the lubracation, tell me sherlock, am i your first?" i removed his apple as i prepared his body, " john, why are you doing this?" he moaned slightly after i was done, " are you avoiding my question? am i your first?" annoyed that he didn't answer, i took my pocket knife and drew 1 simply line on his back, he cried, "yessss, you are" " see, sherly, it isn't so hard to answer a question, is it?" i readied myself for my first time with sherlock, and i thrusted. and i thrusted. and i thrusted

sherlock's pov

and i moan. and i moaned. and i moaned.

why did i enjoy this? why didn't i kill this handsome bastard when i had the chance. because i was in love.

i felt a light kiss on the back of my neck from the man i was unforuant to love.

john's pov

" sherly? are you happy?" "NO" the answer rang in my ears the second he said it, so i did a cruel thing: i shoved my knife into his skin and wrote out 'my only love is for john' and he kept screaming, and screaming, and screaming, and screaming

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