Sherlock S Holmes

humbledoctorwatson:

I understand. Molly will be helping me for the next few days. Hopefully it won’t last longer than that. And I can get my pills soon, and then you can come home. -JW

John already felt plenty lonely, the flat was silent. Molly would be coming after work to bring him somethings, including omega pads. They were like the pads women used while on their periods, except they were used to absorb the internal lubrication that he would soon be leaking. 

He wasn’t aware of what else she could do besides keep him company. He had never actually experienced a proper heat before. Which I guess was rather shameful, seeing as most experience their frist heat during puberty. But his parents had put him on suppressants before that had happened, and had been on the ever since. 

There were time where John would dream about being pregnant. Sometimes even thinking about while he was awake. He wondered if that was just all part of it. Part of the omega hard coding, to have children. 

Well, until Molly got here, there wasn’t much he could do. He decided to just update his blog, and watch some telly. Though his chest panged with pain when he realized that he would have to stay in here, and be without Sherlock for the next few days, or possibly more. 

You had better text me for the next few days. -JW

I already miss you. -JW

Sherlock dumped his bag on the bed and glanced around. He felt at a loss and didn’t fully understand why. It was nice hotel, better than nice but this didn’t cheer him. He was irrationally angry, the way Mycroft had looked at John made Sherlock want to rip his head off, more than usual.

He sat down with a huff, almost jumping when his phone buzzed. It was a text from John and once again he experienced an irrational emotion, this time happiness. His phone buzzed again. He mentally shook himself and tapped out a reply.

You miss me? How sentimental John. This is a nice hotel, you’d like it. -SH

Sherlock scolded himself for his own sentiment and turned on the TV, already bored. What the hell was he going to with himself here? Texts were not going to be enough and he knew it.

I’m bored, tell me what you’re doing? -SH

Yes, I miss you. And don’t mock me. -JW

I’m sure I would…you’re there. -JW

John sat in his chair, absolutely blank. What was he supposed to do? Especially once the heat sets in, and all he’ll want is sex. Will he be strong enough to stay put? The very thought terrified him. If he left…no doubt that he would give himself to the first alpha who presented. 

I’m panicking about whats going to happen to me soon. I can already feel the needs. Its overwhelming. -JW

It’s good you’re not here right now. I don’t know what would happen if you were. Though I look forward to your return. -JW

What about you? -JW

John sent his texts and puttered around. He put on the kettle while he waited for Molly, and replies from Sherlock. He felt like a prisoner in his own home. The sooner this was all over, the better. It pained him to be here without Sherlock, more than usual.

Sherlock stared blankly at the screen of his phone. He wanted to tell John how he really felt, how he had always felt about his only real friend but now seemed like the worst timing. John would think it was all about his heat and that Sherlock was merely reacting to his alpha instincts.

The truth was Sherlock’s feelings hadn’t changed or even heightened because the heat, he merely had a stronger desire to let his true feelings show. He had been hiding for so long, denying even to himself that he was capable of caring, that it had become almost impossible to do anything but continue denying it.

But now, now he was finding even that unbearable. His fingers were moving over the screen, typing of their own volition.

The message was sent, it was too late now, Sherlock ground his teeth in frustration. “Stupid stupid stupid.”

He threw the phone across the room and went down to the hotel bar for a very strong drink. 

humbledoctorwatson:

As Mycroft’s car pulled away from 221B, Sherlock looked up at the window. John was standing, staring down, the look on his face unreadable at this distance. A sharp tug in his chest made Sherlock sigh and he glared at the floor, he didn’t want to speak to Mycroft, he didn’t want to be in his company.

“Take me to the Montagu Place Hotel.” He said to the driver. Mycroft turned to look at him but didn’t question this change of plans. Sherlock quickly tapped out a text to John *Change of plans, staying at Montagu Place Hotel, very close. Map: http://goo.gl/maps/tQ2zs You can reach me there and on this number should you need anything. -SH*

He didn’t like this at all. His entire being was screaming at him to be with John, even if only to keep him safe.

Within moments the car was pulling up outside the hotel. Sherlock turned in his seat and fixed Mycroft with steely look.

“Leave him be Mycroft, this is important to me, I trust you understand the gravity of what I’m asking?”

A smug grin briefly flashed across Mycroft features before he replied.

“I have my own little omega Sherlock, thank you and I will respect your wishes. However if John contacts me…”

“He won’t.” Sherlock cut him off and shut the door.

I understand. Molly will be helping me for the next few days. Hopefully it won’t last longer than that. And I can get my pills soon, and then you can come home. -JW

John already felt plenty lonely, the flat was silent. Molly would be coming after work to bring him somethings, including omega pads. They were like the pads women used while on their periods, except they were used to absorb the internal lubrication that he would soon be leaking. 

He wasn’t aware of what else she could do besides keep him company. He had never actually experienced a proper heat before. Which I guess was rather shameful, seeing as most experience their frist heat during puberty. But his parents had put him on suppressants before that had happened, and had been on the ever since. 

There were time where John would dream about being pregnant. Sometimes even thinking about while he was awake. He wondered if that was just all part of it. Part of the omega hard coding, to have children. 

Well, until Molly got here, there wasn’t much he could do. He decided to just update his blog, and watch some telly. Though his chest panged with pain when he realized that he would have to stay in here, and be without Sherlock for the next few days, or possibly more. 

You had better text me for the next few days. -JW

I already miss you. -JW

Sherlock dumped his bag on the bed and glanced around. He felt at a loss and didn’t fully understand why. It was nice hotel, better than nice but this didn’t cheer him. He was irrationally angry, the way Mycroft had looked at John made Sherlock want to rip his head off, more than usual.

He sat down with a huff, almost jumping when his phone buzzed. It was a text from John and once again he experienced an irrational emotion, this time happiness. His phone buzzed again. He mentally shook himself and tapped out a reply.

You miss me? How sentimental John. This is a nice hotel, you’d like it. -SH

Sherlock scolded himself for his own sentiment and turned on the TV, already bored. What the hell was he going to with himself here? Texts were not going to be enough and he knew it.

I’m bored, tell me what you’re doing? -SH

humbledoctorwatson:

John stood up when Sherlock came back out into the parlor. He was extremely tense and even took a few steps away from Sherlock, just to be safe. “Yeah…I will be…” John agreed, noting the firm tone from Sherlock. John rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, mentally noting how warm the skin was. A silence fell between them. Silence and unbreakable eye contact it seemed.

“I will. I’ll let you know…” John said, breaking the silence. But just as Sherlock was leaving, there was a light knock on the door. They both looked over in confusion. Sherlock opened, and it turned out to be Mycroft. Apparently he had come here himself for whatever reason. John went over to greet the elder Holmes, but stopped. 

Mycroft’s eyes narrowed and he looked around suspiciously. John offered him tea, but Mycroft hadn’t said anything. A few moments later and he was turning to John, with a very concerning look on his face. When the dots connected in John’s head, he panicked, his breath catching. No way…Mycroft was also…an alpha. Now he felt trapped, and in danger. 

“What the hell are you doing here Mycroft?” Sherlock spat the question at his brother, his tone aggressive and challenging. 

Mycroft merely smiled that fake slimy smile he uses for his younger brother.

“I asked for the car, not a personal visit.” Sherlock shot a glance at John, his expression had a worried tint to it and something else less definable.

“Yes well, I was in the area and thought I’d see what the rush was all about.” Mycroft sneered. “It was fairly evident by the time I got to the door. Going to lock yourself away for the duration Doctor?” The question didn’t expect an answer but Mycroft took a step towards John as he said it.

Sherlock moved so quickly he was almost a blur, blocking John from Mycroft’s view. “If you take one more step dear brother it is likely to be your last.” The words dripped with venom. “And if you think that is an empty threat please do try me.” 

Sherlock voice was deeper and more threatening than ever before, his eyes practically blazed.

Mycroft looked at him with his usual disdain for a moment as if considering that he just might try Sherlock this time, then looked away with a slight cough and a forced smile.

“Very well little brother. Shall we depart?”

“In a moment, I will see you outside.” Sherlock’s tone broached no argument. He waited until Mycroft had gone. He turned to John, now standing very close and squeezed his hand, briefly just once, before turning on his heel and leaving the flat.

John did not like the tone in Mycroft’s voice, nor his implication. He was even more uncomfortable when Mycroft took swift step forward. No doubt to get a better sniff of him. John took a small step backwards as he did. “In fact yes…” John started, but was interrupted by Sherlock standing between them, to which John was able to exhale. Though Sherlock’s new proximity didn’t ease John’s anxiety. 

Even John was shocked by Sherlock’s declaration. Though it shouldn’t be much a surprise. Sherlock was an alpha afterall. And as far as John could already tell, he was under protection. He started to wonder if Sherlock wanted to claim him. He wasn’t sure what to think of that, seeing as how that process is done. The sooner he could get his pills the better. 

Sherlock and Mycroft’s exchange continued, very venomously at that. John very very carefully placed a hand on Sherlock’s shoulder, in an attempt to ease him about the situation. When Mycroft departed for the car, Sherlock turned to him. In this brief face to face, many thoughts went through John’s mind. Most of which involved heavy snogging, and agressive groping. He swallowed hard and squeezed Sherlock’s hand back and watched him leave. 

John watched Sherlock being driven away, and a small pain ran through his chest. Now he was all alone. John didn’t even know whats supposed to happen when in heat with no alpha around. Would he even be able to control himself and not go outside. 

As Mycroft’s car pulled away from 221B, Sherlock looked up at the window. John was standing, staring down, the look on his face unreadable at this distance. A sharp tug in his chest made Sherlock sigh and he glared at the floor, he didn’t want to speak to Mycroft, he didn’t want to be in his company.

“Take me to the Montagu Place Hotel.” He said to the driver. Mycroft turned to look at him but didn’t question this change of plans. Sherlock quickly tapped out a text to John *Change of plans, staying at Montagu Place Hotel, very close. Map: http://goo.gl/maps/tQ2zs You can reach me there and on this number should you need anything. -SH*

He didn’t like this at all. His entire being was screaming at him to be with John, even if only to keep him safe.

Within moments the car was pulling up outside the hotel. Sherlock turned in his seat and fixed Mycroft with steely look.

“Leave him be Mycroft, this is important to me, I trust you understand the gravity of what I’m asking?”

A smug grin briefly flashed across Mycroft features before he replied.

“I have my own little omega Sherlock, thank you and I will respect your wishes. However if John contacts me…”

“He won’t.” Sherlock cut him off and shut the door.

humbledoctorwatson:

 

Still standing in the shadowy doorway, Sherlock looked around himself as if not sure of his next move. He had his phone in his hand and he quickly tapped out a message to Mycroft, asking him to send his car.

The thought of leaving John was less than appealing, in fact it hurt, which was strange, inexplicable. John had said there was no other way but that wasn’t quite true, was it? He could stay. God he wanted to stay. What would that do to them? Certainly it would change the dynamics between them but would that be so bad?

Only John could raise so many questions in Sherlock’s mind. That was part of the appeal, that John always managed to surprise him, keep him guessing, despite everything he could deduce, John always had hidden depths. 

He grabbed a few things, stuffing them into an overnight bag, he didn’t much. His phone chimed, looking at the screen and stepping into the living room he said “Mycroft’s sending a car, I’ll be gone soon. Let me know if there’s anything you need…you will be alright?”

Even Sherlock was surprised at the sound of his own voice, it was more of an order than a question. He coughed.

“Of course you’ll be alright.” He said forcing himself to sound confident.

John stood up when Sherlock came back out into the parlor. He was extremely tense and even took a few steps away from Sherlock, just to be safe. “Yeah…I will be…” John agreed, noting the firm tone from Sherlock. John rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, mentally noting how warm the skin was. A silence fell between them. Silence and unbreakable eye contact it seemed.

“I will. I’ll let you know…” John said, breaking the silence. But just as Sherlock was leaving, there was a light knock on the door. They both looked over in confusion. Sherlock opened, and it turned out to be Mycroft. Apparently he had come here himself for whatever reason. John went over to greet the elder Holmes, but stopped. 

Mycroft’s eyes narrowed and he looked around suspiciously. John offered him tea, but Mycroft hadn’t said anything. A few moments later and he was turning to John, with a very concerning look on his face. When the dots connected in John’s head, he panicked, his breath catching. No way…Mycroft was also…an alpha. Now he felt trapped, and in danger. 

“What the hell are you doing here Mycroft?” Sherlock spat the question at his brother, his tone aggressive and challenging. 

Mycroft merely smiled that fake slimy smile he uses for his younger brother.

“I asked for the car, not a personal visit.” Sherlock shot a glance at John, his expression had a worried tint to it and something else less definable.

“Yes well, I was in the area and thought I’d see what the rush was all about.” Mycroft sneered. “It was fairly evident by the time I got to the door. Going to lock yourself away for the duration Doctor?” The question didn’t expect an answer but Mycroft took a step towards John as he said it.

Sherlock moved so quickly he was almost a blur, blocking John from Mycroft’s view. “If you take one more step dear brother it is likely to be your last.” The words dripped with venom. “And if you think that is an empty threat please do try me.” 

Sherlock voice was deeper and more threatening than ever before, his eyes practically blazed.

Mycroft looked at him with his usual disdain for a moment as if considering that he just might try Sherlock this time, then looked away with a slight cough and a forced smile.

“Very well little brother. Shall we depart?”

“In a moment, I will see you outside.” Sherlock’s tone broached no argument. He waited until Mycroft had gone. He turned to John, now standing very close and squeezed his hand, briefly just once, before turning on his heel and leaving the flat.

humbledoctorwatson:

 

A wave of panic rushed over John, and he started to sweat and become short of breath. Also, wave of something else rolled over him. It wasn’t until his groin started tingling did he realize. He was losing control already. He swallowed hard, the knowledge of Sherlock being an alpha was almost too much for him and the way his body was reacting. Like there was nothing in the world he wanted more. But he fought it back. He wasn’t in full heat yet, he could fight it until his pills were ready.

“Or…I could go. I should go just for a few days. And come back when I have my meds…” he suggested, staying in the doorway, too afraid to follow Sherlock into his bedroom. “I could go stay in a hotel. Would that work?” he asked, more panic rushing over him. His breath was extremely short, in fact he was panting where he stood. He tried to steady it but that only seemed to make him worse.

“What the bloody hell are we going to do?” he asked desperately. 

“Do you think that’s wise?” Sherlock asked knowing that it wasn’t. Anywhere but here and John would be in constant danger.

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea, you would be a lot more vulnerable. At least here you can be comfortable.” Sherlock swallowed his eyes darting around the room, knowing that he should leave but really not wanting to.

“I can leave for a few days, I could stay with Mycroft and Mrs Hudson would look after you. I am not comfortable with you staying somewhere else during this time John.”

Did John really want to leave, did he not trust Sherlock? Maybe he didn’t trust himself. Why was this so difficult, not once in Sherlock’s life had he felt the surge of possessiveness and fear he felt now. This was John, his John, he had always been Sherlock’s John.

John considered his question. No…it wasn’t wise. In fact it was pretty fucking stupid. Without his pills, and the pheromones already being produced, walking outside would be extremely dangerous. He leaned against the wall, trying to normalize himself. He always knew this would happen someday. That something would happen beyond his control and he’d have to go through this. He just never imagined that it would be with his best friend who just happened to be an alpha. 

No…you’re right. It’s not. I wouldn’t be safe out there. And if by comfortable you mean in captivity and confined, then sure…” he shot back. But there wasn’t really much of an option. He could try going to a sanctuary. But he’d need another omega to take him. No, he really didn’t like the sound of that at all. 

“I guess…there isn’t another way…” he said sadly, not liking the idea of Sherlock leaving either. Sherlock next statement normally would have just come off as general concern. That is, if the tone in which it had been said had also been normal. John eyed him for a moment, thinking. “I guess I’ll leave you to pack…” John nodded walking back out into the parlor even though he had wanted to enter that bedroom so badly. 

He fished his phone out and texted Molly. She knew, one of the very few who did. If this was going to happen…there were things he needed. And not being able to to leave the flat, he needed help. And he wasn’t about to send Sherlock out for them. 

Still standing in the shadowy doorway, Sherlock looked around himself as if not sure of his next move. He had his phone in his hand and he quickly tapped out a message to Mycroft, asking him to send his car.

The thought of leaving John was less than appealing, in fact it hurt, which was strange, inexplicable. John had said there was no other way but that wasn’t quite true, was it? He could stay. God he wanted to stay. What would that do to them? Certainly it would change the dynamics between them but would that be so bad?

Only John could raise so many questions in Sherlock’s mind. That was part of the appeal, that John always managed to surprise him, keep him guessing, despite everything he could deduce, John always had hidden depths. 

He grabbed a few things, stuffing them into an overnight bag, he didn’t much. His phone chimed, looking at the screen and stepping into the living room he said “Mycroft’s sending a car, I’ll be gone soon. Let me know if there’s anything you need…you will be alright?”

Even Sherlock was surprised at the sound of his own voice, it was more of an order than a question. He coughed.

“Of course you’ll be alright.” He said forcing himself to sound confident.

humbledoctorwatson:

 

With this current threat looming in the air, he wondered if maybe he should come out of the proverbial closet. John was thinking that maybe staying away until his pills were ready was for the best. Even staying here, leaving the house would be another matter. Surely every alpha on the street would be able to smell him. The thought made him shutter.

He had made his way down the hallway towards Sherlock’s bedroom. He was just going to do it. As soon as he knocked on the detective’s door to tell him, his phone chimed. John forze reading the text. 

“Shit…”

That was John’s only thought. Not only that but he could hear Sherlock’s footsteps drawing closer to the door. Should he run and hide? No…sherlock wasn’t like those others, right? Well…he didn’t know. But now the fact that Sherlock has retreated so quickly, it definitely made sense. Sherlock could smell it. The detective’s alpha personality was probably becoming dominant. This could be dangerous. 

Seconds after hitting send there was knock at Sherlock’s door. He turned and walked slowly, opening the door with some trepidation.

“John?”

He shifted uncomfortably, drawing back into the room somewhat but leaving the door open. He didn’t know what to say and the scent was getting stronger. He mentally shook himself, reminding himself that John is his flatmate, his friend. Despite his growing affection for the doctor Sherlock was not going to let basic instincts take over and ruin the only real friendship he ever had.

And yet Sherlock couldn’t help a rising feeling of urgency and arousal. He could control this, if he had to, he knew he could but he was hoping beyond hope that maybe, just maybe John would want more.

“It seems we have much to talk about.”

A wave of panic rushed over John, and he started to sweat and become short of breath. Also, wave of something else rolled over him. It wasn’t until his groin started tingling did he realize. He was losing control already. He swallowed hard, the knowledge of Sherlock being an alpha was almost too much for him and the way his body was reacting. Like there was nothing in the world he wanted more. But he fought it back. He wasn’t in full heat yet, he could fight it until his pills were ready.

“Or…I could go. I should go just for a few days. And come back when I have my meds…” he suggested, staying in the doorway, too afraid to follow Sherlock into his bedroom. “I could go stay in a hotel. Would that work?” he asked, more panic rushing over him. His breath was extremely short, in fact he was panting where he stood. He tried to steady it but that only seemed to make him worse.

“What the bloody hell are we going to do?” he asked desperately. 

“Do you think that’s wise?” Sherlock asked knowing that it wasn’t. Anywhere but here and John would be in constant danger.

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea, you would be a lot more vulnerable. At least here you can be comfortable.” Sherlock swallowed his eyes darting around the room, knowing that he should leave but really not wanting to.

“I can leave for a few days, I could stay with Mycroft and Mrs Hudson would look after you. I am not comfortable with you staying somewhere else during this time John.”

Did John really want to leave, did he not trust Sherlock? Maybe he didn’t trust himself. Why was this so difficult, not once in Sherlock’s life had he felt the surge of possessiveness and fear he felt now. This was John, his John, he had always been Sherlock’s John.

humbledoctorwatson:

Almost as soon as John entered the parlor, Sherlock retreated to his bedroom. John was going to speak up, but Sherlock had been pretty quick. He wiped the sweat from his brow. He wasn’t sure if he was just hot, or upset. Though it could be “that” as well.

Two days. That what John had been told. Two days for his suppressants  The signs were already increasing in intensity. He was going into heat, and quickly. Which wasn’t a surprise having been suppressed for years.  John’s body was absolutely tingling. He didn’t like it. It made him panic. The threat of complete loss of control terrified him. 

Maybe he should leave until its over. John was pretty confident that Sherlock was a beta. But even still, betas can still be attracted to an omega in heat. And he wasn’t sure if he was ready for his best friend to know this about him. Omegas were still looked down upon. To some they were treasured, but to most of the world, lower life forms created just for breeding. Surely Sherlock would never treat him like that. 

Sherlock pushed off from the closed door and looked around the room. he couldn’t stay in here, not for long and if he did, he would drive himself insane. There was only one thing he could do right now and that was talk to John. He needed to know. He needed to know what john wanted, needed. If John needed space during his heat, if he needed help, if he needed Sherlock, if he wanted Sherlock. 

He retrieved his phone from his pocket and swiped the screen, a text seemed the obvious way to find out. It was less confrontational and the last thing Sherlock wanted was to scare John into running. Too many omegas were treated badly, like second class citizens to be used and abused by alphas. Having had his fair share of bad treatment (for other reasons) Sherlock was, despite his usual uncaring attitude, surprisingly sympathetic. Not to mention his already repressed feelings for his best friend.

*John, it has come to my attention that you are suffering the beginnings of a heat. I was not aware until now that you are an omega. Be assured that this does not in any way reduce my admiration for you. In fact it is making it considerably difficult for me to conceal the fact that I am an alpha. -SH*

Sherlock stared at the screen, contemplating wether or not to send the text he had just typed.

With this current threat looming in the air, he wondered if maybe he should come out of the proverbial closet. John was thinking that maybe staying away until his pills were ready was for the best. Even staying here, leaving the house would be another matter. Surely every alpha on the street would be able to smell him. The thought made him shutter.

He had made his way down the hallway towards Sherlock’s bedroom. He was just going to do it. As soon as he knocked on the detective’s door to tell him, his phone chimed. John forze reading the text. 

“Shit…”

That was John’s only thought. Not only that but he could hear Sherlock’s footsteps drawing closer to the door. Should he run and hide? No…sherlock wasn’t like those others, right? Well…he didn’t know. But now the fact that Sherlock has retreated so quickly, it definitely made sense. Sherlock could smell it. The detective’s alpha personality was probably becoming dominant. This could be dangerous. 

Seconds after hitting send there was knock at Sherlock’s door. He turned and walked slowly, opening the door with some trepidation.

“John?”

He shifted uncomfortably, drawing back into the room somewhat but leaving the door open. He didn’t know what to say and the scent was getting stronger. He mentally shook himself, reminding himself that John is his flatmate, his friend. Despite his growing affection for the doctor Sherlock was not going to let basic instincts take over and ruin the only real friendship he ever had.

And yet Sherlock couldn’t help a rising feeling of urgency and arousal. He could control this, if he had to, he knew he could but he was hoping beyond hope that maybe, just maybe John would want more.

“It seems we have much to talk about.”

humbledoctorwatson:

sherlocksholmess:

 

Moving quickly to the kitchen and flicking on the kettle Sherlock let the breath he was holding go and leaned against the worktop. Could it be? Could John really be an omega? The scent was unmistakeable now that he’d finally put his finger on it but it was more than that, there was something distinctly John and only John about it and it was compelling.

Sherlock had ignored his alpha status for the best part of his adult life, even when suppressants hadn’t been used by the omegas surrounding him, he had never been particularly interested. He often wondered if that meant there really was something wrong with him.

He shook his head and spooned three sugars into his mug, none for John and continued to make their tea.

John could hear the kettle going and decided that he was going to put the pastries away before he ate every single last one of them. Most of them went in the fridge, and Sherlock was oddly silent. When he was putting the cookies away, he had to lean close to where Sherlock was standing to reach into the cabinet. 

Sherlock looked…well lost in thought as always. But he looked, suspicious? That was the best John could describe it. “Is something wrong?” he asked the detective, trying to be casual about things. 

“The tea smells great…” he said, taking his hot cuppa into the parlor. He checked his phone again, and still no alert from the pharmacy. Its okay, it was still early. But just in case he decided to call them. “What the fuck do you mean, you don’t have them?” he shouted at the person on the other end. The pharmacist told him that something had gone wrong with processing, and it could be three days before his pills were ready. “Just get them!!!” he shouted, shoving the phone back in his pocket. He was nervous walking back into the parlor.  

Sherlock stiffened as John leaned close to him. He gripped the egde of the counter, mumbling a simple ‘nothing’ and not moving until John had taken his tea to living room.

Why hadn’t John told him he was an omega, why was he hiding it? Sherlock mentally kicked himself, of course being an omega wasn’t easy, unwanted attention and all that, he knew. Sherlock realised he had never told John the he was an alpha. Oh this could become a terrible mess.

John was shouting into his phone, he sounded scared, even a little desperate. Sherlock couldn’t be sure if it was just his own senses or if John’s scent really was filling the room, as it seemed to be.

His head was spinning, his mouth watering, his heart rate picking up. He stalked to his room past the man he had always admired and was now drawn to in a completely different way. He shut the door behind him, leaning heavily against it and tried to get his breathing under control.

Almost as soon as John entered the parlor, Sherlock retreated to his bedroom. John was going to speak up, but Sherlock had been pretty quick. He wiped the sweat from his brow. He wasn’t sure if he was just hot, or upset. Though it could be “that” as well.

Two days. That what John had been told. Two days for his suppressants  The signs were already increasing in intensity. He was going into heat, and quickly. Which wasn’t a surprise having been suppressed for years.  John’s body was absolutely tingling. He didn’t like it. It made him panic. The threat of complete loss of control terrified him. 

Maybe he should leave until its over. John was pretty confident that Sherlock was a beta. But even still, betas can still be attracted to an omega in heat. And he wasn’t sure if he was ready for his best friend to know this about him. Omegas were still looked down upon. To some they were treasured, but to most of the world, lower life forms created just for breeding. Surely Sherlock would never treat him like that. 

Sherlock pushed off from the closed door and looked around the room. he couldn’t stay in here, not for long and if he did, he would drive himself insane. There was only one thing he could do right now and that was talk to John. He needed to know. He needed to know what john wanted, needed. If John needed space during his heat, if he needed help, if he needed Sherlock, if he wanted Sherlock. 

He retrieved his phone from his pocket and swiped the screen, a text seemed the obvious way to find out. It was less confrontational and the last thing Sherlock wanted was to scare John into running. Too many omegas were treated badly, like second class citizens to be used and abused by alphas. Having had his fair share of bad treatment (for other reasons) Sherlock was, despite his usual uncaring attitude, surprisingly sympathetic. Not to mention his already repressed feelings for his best friend.

*John, it has come to my attention that you are suffering the beginnings of a heat. I was not aware until now that you are an omega. Be assured that this does not in any way reduce my admiration for you. In fact it is making it considerably difficult for me to conceal the fact that I am an alpha. -SH*

Sherlock stared at the screen, contemplating wether or not to send the text he had just typed.

humbledoctorwatson:

“Stop deducing me.” John shot out, side glancing over at Sherlock who had “there is something to figure out” face on. He really did not want Sherlock to dig this time. Most of the time, he enjoyed when Sherlock did that, but not this time. 

Sherlock huffed past him mumbling something about tea, which sounded pretty lovely actually. With Sherlock out of the room, he could gorge himself quickly. He checked his phone for the alert from the pharmacy. Still nothing. He grumbled putting it away, and grabbing his laptop to keep himself busy with updating their backlog of cases. 

Moving quickly to the kitchen and flicking on the kettle Sherlock let the breath he was holding go and leaned against the worktop. Could it be? Could John really be an omega? The scent was unmistakeable now that he’d finally put his finger on it but it was more than that, there was something distinctly John and only John about it and it was compelling.

Sherlock had ignored his alpha status for the best part of his adult life, even when suppressants hadn’t been used by the omegas surrounding him, he had never been particularly interested. He often wondered if that meant there really was something wrong with him.

He shook his head and spooned three sugars into his mug, none for John and continued to make their tea.

John could hear the kettle going and decided that he was going to put the pastries away before he ate every single last one of them. Most of them went in the fridge, and Sherlock was oddly silent. When he was putting the cookies away, he had to lean close to where Sherlock was standing to reach into the cabinet. 

Sherlock looked…well lost in thought as always. But he looked, suspicious? That was the best John could describe it. “Is something wrong?” he asked the detective, trying to be casual about things. 

“The tea smells great…” he said, taking his hot cuppa into the parlor. He checked his phone again, and still no alert from the pharmacy. Its okay, it was still early. But just in case he decided to call them. “What the fuck do you mean, you don’t have them?” he shouted at the person on the other end. The pharmacist told him that something had gone wrong with processing, and it could be three days before his pills were ready. “Just get them!!!” he shouted, shoving the phone back in his pocket. He was nervous walking back into the parlor. Sherlock was back in his deduction mode. 

Sherlock stiffened as John leaned close to him. He gripped the egde of the counter, mumbling a simple ‘nothing’ and not moving until John had taken his tea to living room.

Why hadn’t John told him he was an omega, why was he hiding it? Sherlock mentally kicked himself, of course being an omega wasn’t easy, unwanted attention and all that, he knew. Sherlock realised he had never told John he was an alpha. Oh this could become a terrible mess.

John was shouting into his phone, he sounded scared, even a little desperate. Sherlock couldn’t be sure if it was just his own senses or if John’s scent really was filling the room, as it seemed to be.

His head was spinning, his mouth watering, his heart rate picking up. He stalked to his room past the man he had always admired and was now drawn to in a completely different way. He shut the door behind him, leaning heavily against it and tried to get his breathing under control.

“I’ve already spoken to him today.” Sherlock said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “This is it” he gestured to the medial papers on the floor. “Obvious. Even Lestrade couldn’t believed he’d missed it. Waste of my time. I won’t be going to the yard today. Maybe I’ll dig up a cold case.”

Sherlock inhaled deeply before taking a huge bite of cake. “Umh…i’s goop” he said around the mouthful.

He finished off the cake but still looked unsatisfied. “Anyway why are you suddenly buying up the entire bakery?” Sherlock asked licking his fingers. “I know you have a weakness for pasties but isn’t this a little over the top?” Sherlock eyed the bulging bags of sweet goods.

He could still smell something delicious and it wasn’t chocolate cake, he frowned.

“Oh, sorry…” John said sympathetically. He knew that being bored was one of Sherlock’s greatest tortures. To the detective, there wasn’t much worse than being bored. “Well surely you have plenty of those…” he smiled warmly, finishing off his second piece of cake and already eyeing a third, though he would regret the cramps he would have later. 

None the less, he picked up a third piece, but before devouring that, Sherlock posed him a question. Shit, he didn’t know how to answer that. Well no, he did, he just didn’t want. But Sherlock was a beta right? He wouldn’t care, surely. He felt his cheeks flush and just instead settled for a mediocre answer. “I don’t know…just this sudden need for sweets. Like Mycroft…” he joked, hoping the dig on his brother would divert the detective enough. 

“I guess i’ll update the blog then. Been a while.” John told him, taking a large bit of the piece. After this one, he would put them away. Maybe. 

Sherlock, of course, noticed the blush, however he elected not to point it out. John was being deliciously interesting and Sherlock really didn’t have anything better to do. John most certainly was no Mycroft, the cakes meant something else. As far as Sherlock was aware, there had been no bad dates recently (possibly no dates at all), so it wasn’t a pointless feeling of rejection making John turn to sugar. And what was that smell, that heady, sweet almost musky smell..it was familiar but Sherlock couldn’t place it.

He watched John carefully, the frown returning.

Sherlock stood and mumbled something about tea, brushing past John deliberately. His eyes widend fractionally “oh” he said very quietly.

“Stop deducing me.” John shot out, side glancing over at Sherlock who had “there is something to figure out” face on. He really did not want Sherlock to dig this time. Most of the time, he enjoyed when Sherlock did that, but not this time. 

Sherlock huffed past him mumbling something about tea, which sounded pretty lovely actually. With Sherlock out of the room, he could gorge himself quickly. He checked his phone for the alert from the pharmacy. Still nothing. He grumbled putting it away, and grabbing his laptop to keep himself busy with updating their backlog of cases. 

Moving quickly to the kitchen and flicking on the kettle Sherlock let the breath he was holding go and leaned against the worktop. Could it be? Could John really be an omega? The scent was unmistakeable now that he’d finally put his finger on it but it was more than that, there was something distinctly John and only John about it and it was compelling.

Sherlock had ignored his alpha status for the best part of his adult life, even when suppressants hadn’t been used by the omegas surrounding him, he had never been particularly interested. He often wondered if that meant there really was something wrong with him.

He shook his head and spooned three sugars into his mug, none for John and continued to make their tea.

humbledoctorwatson:

sherlocksholmess:

humbledoctorwatson:

sherlocksholmess:

 

“Ump” Sherlock sniffed “What are you eating? Smells…rather good.”

Sherlock turned to see John enthusiastically tucking into a large piece of cake. Sherlock’s eyes lingered for a moment on John’s chocolate smeared lips before a almost imperceptible shake of his head. He turned back to the medical paper he was reading, he sighed and threw it down. “Boring, obvious, dull. There’s must be something better to do that this.”

Sherlock stared at the remains of the cake disappearing quickly into John’s mouth. “Do you have anymore of that?” He wasn’t sure why he suddenly wanted chocolate cake but the smell was amazing.

“It..mmph…cake from the bakery down the street…” John told him, his mouth rather full. He felt ravenous, already eyeing a pieve of strawberry. He always hated this build up. John barely payed attention to whatever it was Sherlock was saying. But he did hear Sherlock’s interest in his food. John got up, licking his fingers and bringing out the two full bags of pastries. 

“Go wild…” he told his friend, taking up that piece if strawberry cake and devouring it. “We could always…check with Lestrade…” he suggested, swallowing down the large mound of cake down. “Surely he’ll have something for us.” he assured, handing over a piece of the chocolate that Sherlock had show interest in. 

Even though john was rather nervous going to the Yard. He was surely positive that Lestrade was an alpha. And without his pills, and the build up already starting, it just made him nervous. “Maybe I’ll stay here, and just let me know…”

“I’ve already spoken to him today.” Sherlock said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “This is it” he gestured to the medial papers on the floor. “Obvious. Even Lestrade couldn’t believed he’d missed it. Waste of my time. I won’t be going to the yard today. Maybe I’ll dig up a cold case.”

Sherlock inhaled deeply before taking a huge bite of cake. “Umh…i’s goop” he said around the mouthful.

He finished off the cake but still looked unsatisfied. “Anyway why are you suddenly buying up the entire bakery?” Sherlock asked licking his fingers. “I know you have a weakness for pasties but isn’t this a little over the top?” Sherlock eyed the bulging bags of sweet goods.

He could still smell something delicious and it wasn’t chocolate cake, he frowned.

“Oh, sorry…” John said sympathetically. He knew that being bored was one of Sherlock’s greatest tortures. To the detective, there wasn’t much worse than being bored. “Well surely you have plenty of those…” he smiled warmly, finishing off his second piece of cake and already eyeing a third, though he would regret the cramps he would have later. 

None the less, he picked up a third piece, but before devouring that, Sherlock posed him a question. Shit, he didn’t know how to answer that. Well no, he did, he just didn’t want. But Sherlock was a beta right? He wouldn’t care, surely. He felt his cheeks flush and just instead settled for a mediocre answer. “I don’t know…just this sudden need for sweets. Like Mycroft…” he joked, hoping the dig on his brother would divert the detective enough. 

“I guess i’ll update the blog then. Been a while.” John told him, taking a large bit of the piece. After this one, he would put them away. Maybe. 

Sherlock, of course, noticed the blush, however he elected not to point it out. John was being deliciously interesting and Sherlock really didn’t have anything better to do. John most certainly was no Mycroft, the cakes meant something else. As far as Sherlock was aware, there had been no bad dates recently (possibly no dates at all), so it wasn’t a pointless feeling of rejection making John turn to sugar. And what was that smell, that heady, sweet almost musky smell..it was familiar but Sherlock couldn’t place it.

He watched John carefully, the frown returning.

Sherlock stood and mumbled something about tea, brushing past John deliberately. His eyes widend fractionally “oh” he said very quietly.

humbledoctorwatson:

sherlocksholmess:

humbledoctorwatson:

Today was just an ordinary day for John. Well as ordinary as a day could be for him. He had his monthly appointment with his special care doctor, and everything checked out okay. Which had made him very happy. Special care was very important as far as his kind was concerned. It required far more attention. 

John had been experiencing extreme craving lately, eventually bringing home half the bakery with him. This meant that a heat was creeping up in him. He always got worried the closer it got. He had been on suppressants for years, since he was teenager. John was very meticulous in making sure he always had them. Even though going to the pharmacy was always less than comforting. As he would often get looks from the people behind the counter. Ones of disgust mostly. Except for one of the men, who now knew he was an omega, and would sometimes attempt to flirt, horribly at that. 

John checked his schedule on his phone. He had an alert set for when his prescription was available. However they weren’t yet, which wasn’t normal. A small wave of panic rolled over him. Even though he knew his body and schedule well enough to know that his heat was still two or three days away. So he still had time. Though the more he had to wait, the quicker his dynamics would change. Control would be harder. 

“Fancy a pastry?” he asked Sherlock walking out into the parlor setting down a rather large box of cakes, and setting his worries aside. “So, what you been up to today?” John asked  stuffing his face with a rather delectable chocolate cake. 

“Ump” Sherlock sniffed “What are you eating? Smells…rather good.”

Sherlock turned to see John enthusiastically tucking into a large piece of cake. Sherlock’s eyes lingered for a moment on John’s chocolate smeared lips before a almost imperceptible shake of his head. He turned back to the medical paper he was reading, he sighed and threw it down. “Boring, obvious, dull. There’s must be something better to do that this.”

Sherlock stared at the remains of the cake disappearing quickly into John’s mouth. “Do you have anymore of that?” He wasn’t sure why he suddenly wanted chocolate cake but the smell was amazing.

“It..mmph…cake from the bakery down the street…” John told him, his mouth rather full. He felt ravenous, already eyeing a pieve of strawberry. He always hated this build up. John barely payed attention to whatever it was Sherlock was saying. But he did hear Sherlock’s interest in his food. John got up, licking his fingers and bringing out the two full bags of pastries. 

“Go wild…” he told his friend, taking up that piece if strawberry cake and devouring it. “We could always…check with Lestrade…” he suggested, swallowing down the large mound of cake down. “Surely he’ll have something for us.” he assured, handing over a piece of the chocolate that Sherlock had show interest in. 

Even though john was rather nervous going to the Yard. He was surely positive that Lestrade was an alpha. And without his pills, and the build up already starting, it just made him nervous. “Maybe I’ll stay here, and just let me know…”

“I’ve already spoken to him today.” Sherlock said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “This is it” he gestured to the medial papers on the floor. “Obvious. Even Lestrade couldn’t believed he’d missed it. Waste of my time. I won’t be going to the yard today. Maybe I’ll dig up a cold case.”

Sherlock inhaled deeply before taking a huge bite of cake. “Umh…i’s goop” he said around the mouthful.

He finished off the cake but still looked unsatisfied. “Anyway why are you suddenly buying up the entire bakery?” Sherlock asked licking his fingers. “I know you have a weakness for pasties but isn’t this a little over the top?” Sherlock eyed the bulging bags of sweet goods.

He could still smell something delicious and it wasn’t chocolate cake, he frowned.

humbledoctorwatson:

Today was just an ordinary day for John. Well as ordinary as a day could be for him. He had his monthly appointment with his special care doctor, and everything checked out okay. Which had made him very happy. Special care was very important as far as his kind was concerned. It required far more attention. 

John had been experiencing extreme craving lately, eventually bringing home half the bakery with him. This meant that a heat was creeping up in him. He always got worried the closer it got. He had been on suppressants for years, since he was teenager. John was very meticulous in making sure he always had them. Even though going to the pharmacy was always less than comforting. As he would often get looks from the people behind the counter. Ones of disgust mostly. Except for one of the men, who now knew he was an omega, and would sometimes attempt to flirt, horribly at that. 

John checked his schedule on his phone. He had an alert set for when his prescription was available. However they weren’t yet, which wasn’t normal. A small wave of panic rolled over him. Even though he knew his body and schedule well enough to know that his heat was still two or three days away. So he still had time. Though the more he had to wait, the quicker his dynamics would change. Control would be harder. 

“Fancy a pastry?” he asked Sherlock walking out into the parlor setting down a rather large box of cakes, and setting his worries aside. “So, what you been up to today?” John asked  stuffing his face with a rather delectable chocolate cake. 

“Ump” Sherlock sniffed “What are you eating? Smells…rather good.”

Sherlock turned to see John enthusiastically tucking into a large piece of cake. Sherlock’s eyes lingered for a moment on John’s chocolate smeared lips before a almost imperceptible shake of his head. He turned back to the medical paper he was reading, he sighed and threw it down. “Boring, obvious, dull. There’s must be something better to do that this.”

Sherlock stared at the remains of the cake disappearing quickly into John’s mouth. “Do you have anymore of that?” He wasn’t sure why he suddenly wanted chocolate cake but the smell was amazing.

yourdearestwatson:

sherlocksholmess:

Sherlock immediately took advantage of his size and position. As many suspects had found out to their surprise and dismay Sherlock is also deceptively strong. He tightened his legs around John’s hips, his grip vice like and sliding one foot down John’s thigh, hooked it around the back of the knee and flipped John over onto his back. 

Despite his acceptance and even want for John to top at this time, he was never going to be a sub. Sherlock’s submission was only ever going to be when and as he dictated it and right now he did not want to be dominated. He had also done some research and was convinced that for a first time, he should be in control of the speed and depth.

Sherlock’s eyes slowly roamed over the exposed skin of John’s torso, then the fingers of one hand followed his gaze. Down, down to John’s erect and ready cock. Sherlock’s fingers drifted over the taut skin and started to stroke.

Rarely had John been dominated, let alone taken surprise by someone’s strength. Sherlock had so easily flipped him and pinned him down that he didn’t have a moment to think about what had happened. All the knew was that Sherlock was now on top of him, stroking his cock in a rough manner that almost hurt him. John reached down and put his hand on Sherlock, helping him just a bit, showing him exactly how he liked to have a hand job. 

It, of course, didn’t take long for Sherlock to catch on and John allowed himself to relax into the strokes, groaning softly. 

Sherlock gazed at John intently, his eyes taking in every detail, from the flush of John’s skin over his cheeks and neck, to his quick and shallow breathing. He gripped John more gently letting the pre-ejaculate lubricate the slip and slide of his fingers over the hot and ever hardening flesh.

As Sherlock stroked he bent low and flicked his tongue over John’s nipple, letting his teeth graze lightly over the hard nub. he closed his lips over it and hummed.

thescienceofjohnlock:

“Oh god Sherlock I’m sorry.” John called through the bathroom door.

“Arghh…oh w..what have you done to me?” Sherlock’s voice was strained, not surprising really.

“Jesus fucking hell.” John mumbled to himself, it was all his fault, he should have been paying more attention to what he was doing. ‘That’s the last time I bring anything like that home from work’ he thought to himself. He could hear the water running fast in the bath.

“Look I know you had the worst of it but I kinda need to wash as well, god it really does burn doesn’t it.” He said to the closed door, rubbing his bum.

“Fuck!”

“Oh hell” John knew this was really bad now, Sherlock never swore, well hardly ever.

“What the hell was that John?”

“Um I think I mixed up the lube with hand sanitizer. I’m really sorry. Can I come in now?”

“You idiot. You only have it on your arse cheeks, it’s all over the most sensitive part of me.”

“I know, I’m REALLY sorry.”

There was silence for a few moments, interspersed with the odd splash and exclamation of pain.

“Ok you can come in.” 

John slowly opened the door and peered in to see Sherlock kneeling in a half full bath, his cheeks and a certain other part of him looking quite red and angry. John’s cheeks flushed with guilt to match.

“Are you ok?” He asked, preparing himself for the onslaught.

“Oh yes I’m perfectly fine, thank you very much.” The sarcasm was palpable.

“I’m so sorry Sherlock. Can I….?” John left the question hanging.

Sherlock nodded and shifted over to make room for John. He actually felt fine now, luckily the burning sensation went pretty quickly after washing the stuff off but he wasn’t at all impressed.

John climbed into the bath and stretched his legs out on either side of Sherlock’s raised knees.

“I’ll make it up to you.” He said gently.

“John, there is nothing like a burning cock to completely kill off any romantic feelings. I doubt you can make it up to me today.” Sherlock sat back in the water and pushed his feet down under John’s thighs.

“Let me try.” John smiled and looked up through his lashes at Sherlock’s fading scowl.

“You really are insatiable aren’t you?” Sherlock couldn’t help a small grin.

“Well…” John looked up the length of Sherlock’s pale body, the flat planes of his stomach, the sharp angles of his hip bones, protruding because of his reclined position. He looked up over the muscular chest to the still slightly swollen and reddened lips and on to those bright eyes that he could never decide on the colour. Were they blue or green? They’re fucking turquoise! “….when you look like that, it’s kinda hard to resist.” he finally finished.

John shifted forward and up onto his knees, now kneeling between Sherlock’s thighs. He leaned in and gave his best seductive, persuading kiss and John has always been a particularly good kisser. He started gently, just a brush of lips over lips and slowly increased the contact until Sherlock’s mouth was opening under his own. His tongue flicked out, gaining him a quiet moan and a hand on the back of his neck. Running his tongue over Sherlock’s bottom lip and then his upper teeth gained him another hand at the small of his back.

John broke contact and pulling the plug from the bath, he stood and turned on the shower before kneeling back down again in the space between Sherlock’s knees.

Warm water flowed over both of them flattening Sherlock’s curls and running over his face. 

“Let me say sorry properly.” John whispered as he bowed his head, pursed his lips and blew gently over Sherlock’s growing erection.

Sherlock gasped slightly with an almost not there nod.

Carefully and reverently John circled his thumb and forefinger around the base of Sherlock’s still red cock. Then even more carefully he licked from root to tip, circling his tongue around the slit before dipping in. Sherlock groaned, his head falling back as his hips tilted forward.

“Feeling better?” John asked but before Sherlock could answer he bent again and this time took the head fully into his mouth, sucking lightly as his hand stroked the shaft.

“Oh.. much.. better…”

John’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked harder, taking in as much as he could and Sherlock began to ever so slightly thrust with his movements. John pulled off and turning his head, bit down on Sherlock’s inner thigh. This earned him a fist in his hair and he smiled as he returned to his administrations. He gripped Sherlock’s balls and pulled a little before lifting his head and murmuring “Come for me Sherlock.”

“Oh god…f..fuck” Sherlock mumbled as John’s lips wrapped around him again.

John used his tongue to press hard to the underside of Sherlock’s cock as he sucked and bobbed his head, the fingers in his hair tightening. He felt the tendons in Sherlock’s thighs stand out and the tightening in his balls.

“I’m close…” Sherlock tried to say.

John just hummed in response and that was the tipping point. Sherlock’s back arched, every muscle pulling taut under his skin as John felt the hot release shoot down his throat. He swallowed and gently pulled off.

“I really am sorry.” he said.

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thescienceofjohnlock:

I really need to get into the habit of writing more (even if it’s crap) and I also need to get back into RPing Sherlock (because I loved it and people kept telling me I was good).

So please please send me prompts for RPs or short fics, I’m not promising that I’ll use all of them but I hope I’ll be able to use some and I hope that I can get 1 or 2 RP partners (that are tolerant and patience as I can be very slow).

Help me get back into this please