"Nnnnng.... . Johnnnn." Sherlock groaned, low and needy.

John's touch was like fire on his skin, both fire and ice, burning at the same time, the most exquisite mix of pain and pleasure.

When John found his arse, and the small, puckered hole that lay inside, he closed his eyes..

He saw stone, and fire, and a throne, and next to it a dog.. but not just any dog, it was almost as big as an elephant, and had three heads.

"Ahhh!" His eyes flew open and he bolted up into a sitting position, desperately gasping for breath, his eyes wide and blown out.