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High Sex	By : Sweetlittlebumblebee Category: S through Z > Sherlock Holmes (2009) > Sherlock Holmes (2009) Views: 7217 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey there, this is Zillah with something other than Transformers!

This is my first time writing Holmes or Watson so I'm not too pleased with it. Not to mention I was forced to write this when I didn't want to, then god told it wasn't the cockamamie gooey love story with rainbow cum that was desired.

So I figured I'd post it here. I know that Homles used morphine, opium, and many other drugs, but I don't know how they work on people so I used the only drug I've had personally, morphine.

Also I'm aware of the lack of lubrication here but I really don't care, this is fanfiction we're talking about.

Tried to keep it in-character. Please, please review and check out my other stories! If you ask nice I might write more. =3

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It had been nearly three hours since Holmes had gone into the bath. The younger man tapped his foot on the floor, staring up the long staircase from his chair with a dark glare. Part of him worried, but most of him aggravated, Watson tilted his cane between his hands. �I really should just leave him up there to rot�� He muttered over the cane, a prim little frown on his face.

After heaving a massive sigh, he stood, and tromped up the stairs in a huff. As he hefted himself up every step, he found his worried part grow when he didn�t hear any noises from the bathroom. He knocked on the door with the back of his knuckle, leaning close to the dark wood. �Holmes?� He asked.

No answer.

Cursing, the man listened intently to the door. He heard a faint noise, a splash- a clatter on the floor. Something metallic. Groaning to himself, Watson pushed open the door, his mouth pulled into a flat line. Inside, Holmes sat in the washtub, the water at his chest. Both arms were dropped down over the sides, his head bowed down, chin dipped into the water.

�Damnit Holmes�� The man walked in, spotting the heavy metal syringe on the floor with a grunt of distaste. The morphine had only just been administered, judging by how recently the item had been dropped. The assistant hissed lowly, grabbing the older man�s arm and shaking it.

�Whaaaa�?� The man�s head rolled until he was looking up at Watson with a half grin. �Greetings�� He slurred. He yelped when Watson wrapped an arm around his ribs and pulled him up. The drug-educed state the man was in made the entire world spin and dance before his eyes, and he gave a little snicker as Watson slapped a towel around his waist as he wrestled him out of the tub.

�You are hopeless, Holmes!� The man snapped a dark frown on his face. This hadn�t been the first time he�d pulled the idiot out of the bath. He grabbed Homles� arms and looped one around his shoulders. �Come now. I�ll put you to bed� Again.�

��Ow �m I �spoused to get al-long without you�?� Homles drawled, slapping his wet feet on the floor as Watson lead him out of the tiled room. Once they had made it to Holmes� quarters, Watson took a moment of fussing to pull back the sheets.

As he was doing so, he froze mid-way, the sheets fisted tightly on one hand. Firm, insistent kisses were being trickled over the back of his neck and shoulders. He heard a faint snicker as he stiffened up, his ruffled shirt suddenly far too thin. He squirmed away, but Homles made a dissatisfied grunt and yanked him close with one strong arm across his chest. �Stay.�

�Homles- stop this, immediately.� Watson said in his best serious voice. He was ignored, as per usual, and the other man nuzzled into his jaw.

�Mmmm�� Holmes groaned and gave short, hot puffs of air on the other man�s neck, ignoring the trembling and obvious discomfort. He only made a slightly embarrassing noise when he was suddenly flipped around and pushed onto the bed. The towel was tugged back over his waist curtly.

Watson only shook his head, his brain too filled with static and cobwebs to think of anything to say. Just as he was about to walk away, he was half-turned, he felt gravity dragging him downward.

Holmes grinned and dragged his uptight assistant into the bed by grabbing his shirt and pulling. Buttons fled in terror, clattering to the floor as they attempted to escape from Holmes� tight pull. �Homles-!� Watson began, but a hot mouth was already at his neck, open and sucking, a slick tongue lapping at the exposed skin.

The uptight man became stiff, his eyes wide. He tried to struggle, to get away, but shock had simply numbed his senses. He felt a faint tingle on his ribcage, and it took several moments to realize that Holmes had his hands up under the man�s tunic.

Face blistering red, Watson attempted to escape, but a second hand, just as strong and determined, pressed into his shoulder blades and held him in place. Holmes abused the other man�s neck, biting, sucking and licking the tingling flesh. He laughed lightly as he pulled both of their bodies fully on the bed.

Watson shook his head, babbling incoherently as Holmes tore off his clothing, and as much as he tugged and slapped at those hands, they did not back off. �Mnh- No-� But it was too late, Homles was set on a task and there was nothing Watson could do about it.

That mouth was soon leaving all sorts of marks along Watson�s chest, neck, and upper abdomen, while large, strong hands kneaded and groped the rest of his body. Watson was sitting straight up, atop Holmes� waist, his expression sour, but every time Homles teasingly ran his hand over the open seam in Watson�s pants, his mouth would fall open.

The younger man was helpless against the assault from the older, darker man. He mewled, his face stuffed with blood out of sheer mortification. He didn�t remember his lower half had become nude, but suddenly his skin was raw against the other man�s.

Grinning sloppily, Holmes rolled his hips, his own erection brushing over the other man�s backside. Watson groaned, shaking his head as if in denial. Chuckling, Homles grabbed his assistant�s jaw and pulled it down, and Watson�s mouth dropped open. He moaned, before their mouths were crushed together.

What happened next was nothing but a blur of red skin, white-hot touches and kisses, and Watson losing his mind as he felt himself becoming nothing more than one raw, reactive nerve. There was a brief pause in the rush, the heat, the lust, when Homles tugged the younger man�s mouth open again.

Pushing his fingers inside the wet opening, Watson closed his lips around the salty digits without thinking, slithering his tongue between the two, expression wanton. After a few more moments of playing with Watson�s eager tongue, Holmes pulled his hand back.

The dark haired man grasped his pulsing length with his slickened hand and pumped it, hissing quietly. He littered kisses along Watson�s front, and he grinned to himself when he felt fingers dig through his hair. He moaned, and finally would take it no longer. He adjusted his assistant over his rigid shaft, and pushed into him.

Watson gave a hoarse shout, his body seizing in agony. The pain was unexpected in the blur of pleasure, and he found himself collapsing into Holmes� grasp after only seconds. Panting, the younger man dug his fingers into the flesh on the other man�s shoulders, while gritting his teeth.

Watson gave a strangled mewl when Homles began to move within him, the pleasure returning tenfold. �Mnh- a-aah!� The man arched his back and began to rock himself over the thick shaft inside him. He gave a heated sob of pleasure, his fingers knotted up and pulling on Holmes� hair.

The older man hissed, his erection sheathed by the tight heat of his assistant. �Aaahn��

Holmes clutched Watson�s hips in a bruising grip, his high slowly but surely fading. He growled to himself, locking lips with Watson again as he began to thrust harder, when he heard the man whisper a plea to do so.

The two moved together in a hot, frantic harmony, Watson nearly hysterical for his need for release. He pulled Holmes into his chest and sobbed into his hair, before yanking his head back and kissing him. Slithering their tongues together, the two men clutched to one another with desperate haste as their climaxes neared.

Watson came first, with a low cry and a convulsion of his slim body. He moaned thickly, rocking shallowly as Holmes hissed loudly and came shortly after, snarling in lust and slamming into his partner. He clawed at the pale skin of his close friend as he came, crying out his name.

The two slumped against one another, and they lay there in afterglow for a few peaceful moments. However, suddenly Watson shifted, and rolled away, curling into a ball as far away from Holmes as he could get.

Frowning, the still half-high man rolled on his side and propped himself up on an elbow, one eyebrow cocked. He finally decided that the poor little man was mortified enough and didn�t need to be bothered. Plus, he was too tired to bother him, now. Maybe later.

Watson huddled into himself, covering himself in the sheets, singed to the very core from what had just occurred. He would never be able to look Holmes in the eye again! He pouted himself to sleep, and when he awoke, Holmes was sleeping easily beside him, one lanky arm tossed over Watson�s body in an almost protective gesture.
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