Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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Sex sold. It could be seen in marketing for businesses across all sorts of industries.

And for John Watson, his business was booming.

He worked out of a club in London that catered to certain... Tastes. Men and women who looked to dominate someone sexually. Some would look down on a man having that job, scoffing. Sex work was legal though. But those who were interested in BDSM, found sex workers to be lacking.

John was sitting at a bar at the club he usually worked out of, nursing a soda. He rarely drank when he was working, preferring to stay sober.

He looked around the room, seeing if there was anyone who caught his interest tonight.

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The next hours were a living hell for Sherlock. He went through the worst of the withdrawal, thrashing around in bed. He had to get John to help him to the loo, both to relieve himself, and a few times to throw up.

He didn't start to feel better until almost 36 hours later. He felt like he could sit up without feeling nauseous, and he could stay awake for more than just a few minutes at a time.

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John was patient through all of it. He never said anything about it to Sherlock. He couldn't.

He was dozing lightly in the chair next to the bed, looking exhausted. But no doubt he would snap awake.

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The morning sun was sneaking through the curtains when he came to.

Sherlock looked over, seeing John napping in a chair next to him.

He wasn't feeling great, but he was starting to feel a little better. He quietly got out of bed. He was a bit dizzy, but he managed to get himself to the loo and take care of his needs. When he came back, he gently put a hand on John's shoulder, so he wouldn't surprise him.

"John. Go to bed. You look exhausted."

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John blinked awake and looked at Sherlock. Like the man was a dream. He shook his head, waking himself up just a bit. "No. I want to spend it with you."

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"John.. please. You can hardly keep your eyes open while looking at me." He didn't actually use his dom voice, but he was giving him a serious tone.

He helped John from the chair to the bed. "I'll sleep with you."

Gently, Sherlock undressed John down to his vest and pants and helped him under the covers, then slipped in under the covers with him.

"Sleep, John. I'll be here when you wake."

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He made a noise but nodded. John let himself he undressed before being maneuvered into the bed.

John latched onto Sherlock, nuzzling against the man's neck.

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Sherlock smiled, and snuggled up against John, since John was the 'big spoon', he pressed up against John, leaning his head forward to give his lover access to his neck.

"We will have time for that later." He smiled at John. "Sleep."

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John just drifted off to sleep. It was the first good sleep he had gotten since before he left for Afghanistan. A year now.

He knew it would be a while before the drugs completely cleared Sherlock's system. But it would be okay.

His mind was supplying some lovely dreams though.

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Sherlock was tired of sleeping. He had been doing pretty much nothing but that for the last couple of days.

So he lay there, swathed in John's arms, feeling his warm breath on his neck and his arms around his waist.

he hadn't intended to, but after a while, he found his eyes drooping, and he too fell into a an easy, deep sleep.

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John woke for good close to seven the next morning. He had slept on and off since Sherlock woke. Getting up when he needed.

He found himself with side effect of his gorgeous lover being back. Morning wood. He sighed and heaved himself out of bed to take care of it. He was slow, not wanting to strain his leg too much.

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When John moved, Sherlock groaned and scoot back against John, making a little noise when John got out of bed. When John got up, Sherlock- his eyes still closed, rolled over onto John's side, snuggling into to the warmth, and taking a little sniff of the pillow. It smelled like John, and Sherlock, still asleep, smiled.

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John took care of himself and returned to bed. He climbed in, this time being the little spoon.

He drifted off back to sleep, enjoying being wrapped up in his lover.

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Sherlock had never quite woken up, but he never quite got all the way back to sleep, either. His bladder was telling him that he should get up as well, and as the big spoon, he knew that John could now feel the evidence of both his bladder and the dreams that he had been having pressing up against his thigh.

But he tried to be good for as long as he could, letting John sleep. He really had needed it, both of them had.

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"If I had known you had a hard on, I would have waited to take care of mine." John muttered sleepily. But he could be persuaded to get another.

He was in that comfortable drowsy state.

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Sherlock frowned.. Why would he have rubbed one off in the bathroom? Did he not want to do anything with him any more? Shouldn't he have assumed that Sherlock was in the same predicament?

"It's okay." He said, hiding the disappointment in his voice. He got up and went to the use the loo. But he was already flagging a bit, so he didn't bother trying to get off. By the time he got into bed, he was fairly soft again. "Sleep, John. You still need it."

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John looked at him, biting his lip. "I... I didn't know if you would want to jump back into a sexual relationship right away."

"I'm sorry..." he'd only been back two days and it felt like he was messing up sharon. Assuming things.

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"Oh. I guess.. I shouldn't have assumed. I apologize." He had wanted to pick up where they left off, but if John wanted to go slower, then go slower he shall.
"We can go as slow as you want to, John. This is nice." He assured John, kissing over his neck and shoulder blade softly. He wasn't licking or biting, just lavishing soft, almost chaste kisses on John's body, worshiping his skin.

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John made a small noise at the kisses along his neck. Oh. He closed his eyes, biting his lip. "Oh god..."

"I don't want to go slow. I want you. I want to remember you."

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"Good." Sherlock purred into his ear. "Because I'm not sure that I can resist you for too much longer."

The soft kisses turned into bites, always below the collar of his shirts, Sherlock knew EXACTLY how far he could go that no one would see the brands that he left on John.

"Mine." he growled, rolling John onto his back and leaning over him. Now he could get to a lot more of John, including his nipples. He took the nearer one into his mouth and sucked and bit it, just on this side of painful.

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"Yours..." John agreed.

He cried out when Sherlock sucked on his nipple. Oh fuck. Fuck. Yes. He wanted this. To be owned by the man.

He let out a breath and reached up to touch Sherlock's hair, aching for more. To be tied to the bed and fucked over and over.

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Sherlock reached under the covers and tugged at his pajama bottoms, silently indicating that he needed to push his hips off the bed and pull the damn things down, so he could get to the real prize.

As much as Sherlock was feeling rather possessive right now, he really didn't think that either of them were in the right head space for a scene, and he was still worried about John's leg. He hadn't even asked about the injury yet.

"John." He suddenly stopped. "Your.. leg.." Suddenly the worry came back tenfold. He wasn't about to injure John any further.

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John lifted his hips and allowed Sherlock to pull off his pyjama pants. He started at Sherlock for a moment before looking down to his leg.

"IED. I ended up catching shrapnel in my left side. Most of it went into my leg."

There were new scars along the side of his body. And one close to his femoral artery.

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He didn't really want to stop what they were doing, but he had to trace the changes in his lover's body.

Sherlock looked up to John, his finger hovering just centimeters away from the skin, in a silent question.. could he touch them?. He knew how close the man had come to dying, which sent a shiver down his spine. He though he had lost John, and he really almost had.

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He nodded. Sherlock could touch all he wanted. He licked his lips and spread himself just a bit. To give Sherlock an eyeful. He wanted the man to explore. To learn.

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"Does... it.. hurt?" Sherlock ran his fingers ever so gently across the skin, just hard enough that it wouldn't tickle, but still light enough that it wouldn't hurt him, at least he hoped so.

The pads of Sherlock's index finger traced the lines of the scars, not missing a single one, covering each slowly, taking in every little pore and hair and raised bump on John's perfect skin.