The Wayfinder and the Siren (JohnLock AU)

Epilogue

A/N Hey My Lovelies!!!! So...starspangledfeels challenged me to write the smutty epilogue I promised you guys. And since I can never back down from a challenge, I pulled a Barney Stinson and said..."CHALLENGE ACCEPTED"  The challenge was to write it with Sherlock in his Siren form so I hope this works....needless to say, this needs a heavy duty SMUT WARNING!!!!! Hope you like it ;) Enjoy<3

John tightened the mainsail rope, tethering the ship to an energy pocket so they could rest for the night. He looked out off the edge, watching Sherlock as he swam amongst the stars.

The Siren was stunning, twisting and moving gracefully through the waves of energy surrounding him. He grinned when the creature stopped, his tail hidden behind a cluster of stars, giving him the appearance that he was one with the sky.

Sherlock caught his eyes and grinned, a danger in his smile that sent a shock of arousal through John's body. Sherlock drifted closer resting his arms on the edge of the boat and leaning close to John, brushing his nose along John's neck.

"Do you trust me?" John felt his heart tighten at the thought that Sherlock still felt that he needed to ask. He gasped as the Siren bit down on his pulse point gently, sucking on the skin between his teeth.

"Y-Yes." John whispered, nearly whimpering as Sherlock pulled away. The Siren's eye glinted, danger with the slightest hint of nervousness as he swam onto the boat. He sat on the floor and pulled John onto his lap, cupping his cheek and bringing him in for a soft kiss.

John sighed into the kiss as Sherlock ran his fingers along his thighs and sides. He pressed closer and moved his own hands over the Siren's exposed chest. He loved it when Sherlock stayed in this form, human clothing irritated his skin and scales so he never wore a shirt.

Suddenly, a low, thrumming note pulsed through the air and John broke the kiss with a gasp. His body was filled with an overwhelming sense of pleasure that moved and vibrated with the pulse of the note.

"Sher-Sherlock-" His mind was spinning and he could feel an intense need gripping his chest as the note continued to pulse through him.

Since getting his Life Force back, he and Sherlock had spent many days testing his limits against Sherlock's song, and they discovered that even though Sherlock could manipulate him now, it took a lot of effort on the Siren's part to get him to do anything he didn't truly want to do.

"I've got you John." Sherlock's voice wavered with the Song that played with his Life Force, and John dropped his head against the Siren's pale shoulder, whimpering as the shocks of pleasure coursed through him.

He was distantly aware of Sherlock tugging at his shirt, and tried to help, tried to convince his limbs to co-operate. He couldn't seem to summon the strength to make them move and whined in frustration, feeling Sherlock laugh softly against his chest, where the Siren was pressing kisses and sucking gently.

"Hush, My Love. I've got you." John felt himself being lowered to the floor of the deck and tried to cling to Sherlock, a faint hint of panicked confusion cutting through the pleasure and arousal. "I'm here John, trust me." He nodded weakly and let himself be lowered, missing the contact to Sherlock's body.

He gasped when what felt like a dozen fingers started caressing his body, seeming to touch every single one of his erogenous zones at once with a crackling electricity. His back arched and his eyes flew open as he writhed against the onslaught of feelings.

He noticed streams of energy, pulsing and shifting with the Song, swirling around himself and Sherlock. He clawed uselessly at the deck, trying to ground himself, to make himself more consciously aware of what was happening, but found his efforts pointless. He felt a steady, heavy pressure on his chest and caught Sherlock's eyes, any panic in his body instantly dissipating when he saw the love and arousal in the Siren's face.