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My Dearest Holmes	By : Leloi Category: Titles in the Public Domain > Sherlock Holmes > Slash > Slash Views: 2611 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on the Sherlock Holmes series by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

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It took a while to find out just what Holmes’ profession was. I didn’t want to ask him for fear of overstepping my bounds. It was one thing to share his bed and another to try and establish myself in other parts of his life. As fate would have it he invited me into his professional life as well. Perhaps he wanted a second opinion or a doctor’s eye… or perhaps he wanted to show me just why he was too high strung to have sex some nights when he was busy on a case.
Consulting detective suits him well for his gifts.
Those nights when I slept alone in Holmes’ bed the nightmares returned. Often I would wake with tears in my eyes and Holmes’ body wrapped around my own, holding me. We never spoke of it. After a time of holding me like that he would get up and go back to his work. I was always grateful for that.
I met Holmes’ brother not long after I moved in.
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If you’ve read my work in the Strand then you would guess that I met Mycroft Holmes rather late in my association with his brother, but that wasn’t entirely true. That was the first time he was involved in one of the cases but I met the man shortly after I came to live on Baker Street. The elder Holmes appeared one evening when my partner was out. At first I thought he was a client of Holmes’ but he seemed to be there to speak to me.
“You’re Doctor John H Watson, former military?”
“That is correct. May I help you Mr…?”
“Holmes. Mycroft Holmes. I am the elder brother of your… partner.” Mycroft cast me a look that I had seen his brother wear.
“Holmes isn’t in at the moment but I expect him later. Would you care to sit down and have a drink or a cigar?” I offered him the settee as I moved to the sideboard to pour drinks.
“I know what you are to him.” Mycroft’s words caught me unprepared. Turning around I faced the man with what must have been a shocked look. “I know because I was the one to advise him that that’s what he needed.” Mycroft gestured me forward with the glass I had poured for him, taking it from my hands.
I sat on my usual chair with my own drink. “And what was that, precisely?” I asked, wondering if he meant that I was Holmes’ room mate.
“Don’t play coy with me, Dr. Watson. I know what you are… I know what my brother is.” Carefully he took a drink, eyeing me. “I’m the one who told him where to go to find someone like you.”
“Someone like me…” I echoed, nervously taking a sip of my drink.
As if by providence the door to the room burst open and Holmes stood there. “Watson! You’ll be pleased…” It only took him a moment to notice our guest. “Hello Mycroft.” Looking to me for guidance and then back at his brother, Holmes entered the room. “I was just going to say that I finished the case and came back here to invite Watson to dinner. Would you care to join us, Mycroft?”
Mycroft stood, passing me back his glass. “No. No thank you, Sherlock. I just came to see how your doctor friend was coming along.” Turning to me he hissed under his breath, “If you ever hurt him I will destroy you.”
Holmes met his brother at the door with a smile. “Please don’t threaten my friends, brother.” The two stood, staring at each other for a time. Finally the elder Holmes backed down. “My invitation is still open for dinner.” Holmes smiled brightly. “You can get to know my ‘doctor friend.’”
“Maybe some other time…” Mycroft replied. And with that he was gone.
Holmes remained at the door, carefully shutting it behind his brother’s departure and locking it before he turned to smile at me. “Are you hungry, Watson?”
I shook my head.
“Please pay him no mind. He’s my only family worth mentioning and he can be a little… protective. Give him a little time.”
“He threatened to destroy me.” I swallowed hard.
“He does that. Throwing his weight around… But he doesn’t mean it. He’s just… a bit over protective due to our relationship being so… well… illegal.” Holmes lapsed into silence, his face thoughtful. Finally he brightened. “But he’ll learn to love you, Watson.”
The idea was both sweet and yet a little sad. Never in our sexual encounters had Holmes even mentioned love. For a time I wondered if he just didn’t have softer emotions… but then I wondered if he just didn’t love me. “Love me?” I echoed hollowly.
Holmes suddenly looked vulnerable. Dropping his gaze to the floor his cheeks turned red. It was a pleasure to see his reaction. “Well, yes. Mycroft is a man of great passions. He’s a genius, mind you, but he’s also aware of the softer emotions of life. I would hope that he would come to regard you as a fixture in my life and value you for it.”
“A fixture?”
Holmes pushed off from the door and approached me to sit down on the settee. “A very important fixture… You help me keep my sanity. And that’s no easy feat.”
“Imagine that.” I replied, still holding Mycroft’s glass.
Holmes eyed me for a long moment. I could feel him trying to deduce what my discomfort could possibly be. “Of course I don’t mean he’ll fall in love with you like a lover.”
“I didn’t think you meant it that way.” Holmes had been wrong. Sometimes he came to the wrong conclusion but it wasn’t often.
Blinking in confusion for just a moment, Holmes tried again. “He won’t destroy you. I won’t let him. He just wants to be sure that you’re serious about me.”
“Serious about you?” I had to give him credit, he was getting warmer.
“That you really want to be with me…” With a sigh, Holmes threw up his hands. “Watson I don’t know what to say! I’m at a loss! I’m not very good with softer emotions. I don’t know what you want me to say to reassure you.”
“Do you have softer emotions?” I asked quietly.
“When I was a younger man I always tried to shut them out. They weren’t logical. But they are impossible to ignore sometimes.”
“Like when you share a bed with someone?” I prompted.
Suddenly Holmes looked to me with recognition in his eyes. A look I knew meant that he had solved the puzzle. “You wonder if I have softer emotions for you?”
I smiled at him.
“You share my life… I appreciate that.”
Not exactly what I wanted to hear. Sighing I got up to put the glasses I had been holding away.
“What about you? Do you have softer emotions for me?” His words caught me off guard and I spun around to face him. The vulnerability was there. Poor Holmes looked almost terrified but I wasn’t sure of what.
I decided to play it safe. “You share my life… and I appreciate that.” I cursed myself, knowing I wanted to call him my lover. I wanted to be his lover, his strength and follow him until the end. Never had I felt so much loyalty for a partner than I felt for him. I was falling in love with him… for the first time in my life I felt such strong attachment.
Holmes didn’t say anything. But I knew he could read my face and guess that I wasn’t saying all I meant to say. “You want to say more…”
I shook my head. “It’s not important right now.”
“I’m sorry, Watson… softer emotions aren’t my strong point. I’m completely clueless when it comes to them. I’ve never had the opportunity to explore them before.”
That reassured me and I smiled at him to show that I understood. All at once I felt the overwhelming desire to show him the depths of my love. Reaching out I took his hand. “I want to give you something.” I began to undress in our sitting room, my clothing making a small pile on the floor. Then I knelt before him and undid his flies. Without any explanation I took him into my mouth and began to suck him down.
“Watson! What the hell…!” But his hands went to my head and he pulled me closer. I was pleased that I could make him so fully erect with just my mouth.
Hastily I pulled away and look up at him, meeting his beautiful grey eyes. “That’s not it. This is.” I turned around and presented my ass to him. Always I had penetrated him, for the first time I was offering myself.
I heard Holmes draw in air and I knew he was staring at me. “You want me… inside of you? But your injury…”
“Please…” I whispered. “Claim me?”
I felt him come down off the settee, kneeling behind me. His hand gently caressed my bottom, fingers probing to find a way inside. His lips caressed the small of my back as his fingers stretched and prepared. When I was sufficiently stretched he pulled away. “I don’t want it to be in this position.”
I turned around and lay down before him, my legs on each side of him.
Holmes quickly went about taking off his own clothes and tossing them away before laying over me. His kisses were hot and desperate as I lifted my hips to help him find my entrance to slide in.
I held him tightly, feeling his rather erratic movements. My Sherlock was a virgin and had never been inside of anyone. I knew that. “I’m yours, completely.” I whispered.
Holmes thrust, whimpering in my ear with each new sensation he felt. Desperately he tried to make our bodies one. All too soon he gave a final thrust and I could feel his warmth spread within me. “Watson…”
I nuzzled his neck and kissed his ear. “Yes?”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, my dearest Holmes, you didn’t hurt me.”
“Watson?”
“Yes?”
“I rather enjoyed that.”
“I thought you would.”
“I’ve never done it that way.”
“I know you haven’t.” I kissed his chin and his throat.
All at once his arms wrapped around me tightly, clutching me in a sort of desperation. “Never leave me.”
Gently I caressed his spine. “I don’t plan to.”
“You are mine… you said so.”
“I know what I said.”
We lay there for a time but finally Holmes pulled away, seeing my erection. “You didn’t finish.”
“I don’t have to. I was more than pleased with your reaction to my giving you myself.”
“Don’t be silly.” Reaching down he took me in his hand and began to pump. I closed my eyes, knowing he was there, trying to bring me pleasure. “Watson… I’m yours.” That did it. Without warning I felt myself expel. My whole body tingled with delight and I slowly opened my eyes to see Holmes smiling at me. “So… that’s what you wanted to hear?” Leaning forward his lips caressed mine. “You wanted to hear me pledge myself to you?”
“You must admit, hearing it is rather pleasurable.”
“Indeed.” Finally he got up. “Please do me the honor of joining me in our bed chamber. I wish to further explore this activity in our bed.”
I got up, picking up our clothes with a smile. “If you insist…” I teased.
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