Johnlock - Do I Wanna Know?

10 - Do I Wanna Know?

Prepare for some angst.

I am currently working on a Parent!Lock fic, and a more angsty fic as well, if I were to publish them, would anyone want to read them? The Parent!Lock fic is just fluff basically, and the other, like I said, is angst. But it will have a happy ending because I do like my Johnlock fics to have happy endings.

Please comment if you would like me to publish them though!

Thank you for the reads on this story and all the votes!❤️

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Sherlock awoke with a groan, feeling rather cold.

"Oh," he whispered.

He smirked, and rolled slightly to the other side of the bed. His brow furrowed as he felt nothing there.

"John?"

Sitting up now, he glanced around the room and saw that John's clothes were gone.

"He just... left? Just that like that..."

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Over the next two days, Sherlock called, and called, and called John. But got nothing.

He and John had fought before, every time an argument brewed, it was over the same thing. 'This isn't right, I'm your teacher,' it went on and on. This time, however, John was absolutely ignoring him. Even on Monday, during class.

The man didn't even look in Sherlock's direction. Not once.

And he shuddered as the bell rang, and all his students left the room. All except, Sherlock, of course.

"John,"

The man didn't glance up from the papers on his desk. "You will address me as 'Mr. Watson,'"

The boy took a step back. "What? You're pretending nothing happened now?"

"I don't know what you're talking about,"

Sherlock slammed his hands on the desk, sending papers flying in all different directions. "You fucking do, John. You and I were dating, you don't want to call it that but you know it's bloody true. And just last Friday night, you-"

"Stop!" John stood up, his chair skidding backward into the wall. "Stop, Sherlock,"

"You, John Watson, my teacher, fucked me last Friday night."

With those words hitting John's ears in the silky baritone voice, it was impossible for him not to shiver. "I-didn't-"

"And you just walked out. Is that what you do? Just walk out like that? Then don't return their phone calls and practically shatter them into a million bloody pieces?!"

"No! Sherlock-"

"Don't even fucking speak right now, John. I don't want to hear your bull shit. I know! You were drunk, and wouldn't do it again in the light of day. I get it, you seriously do not think I understand the dangers of you being my teacher, I do, John. So shut the hell up, and stop lecturing me about it. You do that enough in actual school. Oh, and whenever we were on a date, you were so nervous, always so anxious to get it over with. Because you couldn't be seen with your student. But it wasn't just that, was it? No. You didn't want anyone who knew you were having an affair, to know you were having it with a boy. It would have been just fine if you were cheating on your wife with some other pussy, but not my 17 year old cock."