1038. Caught in the Act

[hunting_trip]

Originally posted by lone_defender at 678. Do I have to put up signs?!
Caught In The Act Meme
(Extended Edition)

We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.

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10; 4? And if you'd like to add anything else, that's fine too~

[fuckirene]

[Being a doctor, Watson had seen his fair share of the human anatomy. Nothing was truly that much of a surprise to him anymore, as he'd also had more than his fair share of walking in on Sherlock over the past decade. At first it had been starting, downright alarming when the man didn't stop at his appearance. But now? Now it was just irksome at first sight.

Today was no different, apparently. After receiving a troubling note from the chimney sweep, again, John was going to talk to the man himself about all of this; it was important! He was quick up the stairs for once, rather light on his feet and he hadn't thought twice about knocking before opening the door and looking for his flatmate.]

Holmes, I swear, if I get one more letter from another chimney sweep about being unable to preform his duties about cleaning out the- [But he stopped, immediately, stammering over his words as he finally saw just what it was Sherlock was doing. but the shock didn't last for more than a second, Watson rolling his eyes as he sighed and brought the letter up to cover his eyes, his other hand resting rather disapprovingly at his hip.] God bless it, man, I told you to hang something on the door as a warning.

Re: 10; 4? And if you'd like to add anything else, that's fine too~

[olcock]

[ there were many feelings that holmes felt towards his friend, sad feelings of abandonment holmes wished not to display towards the doctor but he always managed to flap at the mouth, regardless. To die alone, he knew his dear friend hadn't truly meant it- for it was just a jest whose purpose was to be short-lived, but he couldn't help but think there may be some truth to watson's words. To die alone .. Did john truly think him nothing but a ghost? The duo had been in eachothers lives for years, did the doctor think he was alone even if he had the detective? This was just john's feeble attempt at telling him something and it was sherlock's turn to show him something. Letting out a low groan, the detective stroked himself as he pushed his back and naked arse against the wall. Looking up at john- he said- ]

Impeccable timing 'ol boy, splendid. Now come help me.

[fuckirene]

[The funny thing, despite it not being all that funny at all, was that Watson was quite serious. He was going to die alone if he didn't marry Mary. What kind of future did he have with Holmes? Sure, John fancied once or twice that where was something, there had to have been with everything they'd been through; the way they worded things around one another, how they acted. He'd fancied it, at one point. Still did a bit, and he figured he would for some until they all settled down. Well. Until he settled down, he knew Sherlock would likely never do that. But he knew the man wasn't a ghost, he knew that all too well.

It was the fact it had been ten years and not a single thing had been done. Watson had, despite being as subtle as he was, tried to get Holmes to reciprocate. The man saw everything, how could he have missed Watson giving him signals? He wasn't that dimwitted, even if the concept could have possibly confused him. The point was that Watson felt like it couldn't have been returned after a time, that there was nothing in that something to have. And this certainly wasn't the way to go about it.

After pausing far too long after hearing that groan, Watson cleared his throat, shaking his head as he scoffed. Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable. He was astounded at the statement, chuckling in disbelief; that was one he hadn't heard yet.]

Imperfect timing, I think you mean. I am here to talk about the chimney and how we and this flat will burn to the ground unless we clean that damn thing. And unless you need to be looked at, unless you have an ailment, some sort of legitimate concern which needs to be addressed, [The hand on his hip was now in the air, shaking a pointed index finger at the detective.] I am not going over there.

[olcock]

[ the detective lets out a light sigh as he pry's his hands away from himself, walks to a bowlfull of water and simply washes his hands in it with a bar of soap- taking his time, Holmes then dries his hands with a little towel and rolls his robe over his shoulders and tightens it, thus securing it. His hair had grown longer, just a trifle wavy and honestly he has noticed john's reoccuring absence. Not that he would ever admit it, but he truly missed his boswell. It was cruel of watson to just leave him for .. For that woman. Holmes was still confused with his feelings about everything nowadays- he had just came back to the horrific news that irene was poisoned. Poisoned by the professor himself and there was a sort of .. Aching in his heart about that. He would never speak of the softer passions, save with a jibe and a sneer, but he truly did love the woman and now his rival has taken her away from him ]

I know very well what I mean, doctor. As to the state of the chimney, it means nothing to me.

[fuckirene]

[Oh, stop being a diva, Holmes. Watson understood what he was feeling, he really did, even if the man hadn't actually come out and said it. It wasn't the least bit difficult to see; the jabs and sneers at it had been particularly sad. That was why he never teased the man about it. While he could sympathize, understand that loss, Watson couldn't imagine the kind of loss Sherlock felt. It explained his behavior, for one thing, and Watson wasn't going to give into and be apart of Sherlock's whims. Even if he missed the man just as well.

He sighed when he heard that robe tie together, dropping the letter from his face to glare, unamused, to the detective.] Well I give a damn about the chimney, this place, you, you silly bastard; that chimney needs to be cleaned! [He threw the letter on the nearest table top, shaking his head.] I've arranged for another sweep to come by later, gave him instructions to do his job without talking to anyone and yours are to leave him be! The last thing I need is to read in the paper that the great Sherlock Holmes perished in a fire in the middle of the night because he got a bit nippy.

[olcock]

Oh, I see- so my importance is that of the same level as a chimney. I understand now, quite clearly.

[ do not pretend to feign how much you care for a man you would just as easily leave behind, selfishly so, in order to live the perfect ideal life. Holmes would rather die in the clutches of moriarty than subject himself to such a low placement of marriage. There was no good to come from it, he would never understand how the doctor could easily sentence himself to such a punishment. John thrived on adventure, the detective knew very well like the back of his hand. It was not rocket science, my dear man. Holmes saw through the others disguise and therefore, he had to do something about it. Reveal it out in the open for what it truly was, john chose marriage to avoid him ]

Hm.. No. I rather think he'd be interested to undergo one of my experiments.

[ sherlock very well scoffed at the doctor as he voiced out his worry for him ]

Don't you worry, my dear man, I would make my ending a bit more interesting.

[fuckirene]

[Watson guffawed at the comment, rolling his eyes and shaking his head again. There was that impossible, disbelieving grin at his lips too.] Yes, because I value a human being the same as I do a damn chimney. I'm only arguing about this with you because you don't seem to care enough about yourself, let alone care enough to do it for me, so I'm doing it for you!

[So what if Watson had left? Found himself someone to love? To marry? Sherlock had Irene! As dysfunctional as they were, she challenged him, unlike Watson. He'd noticed once he started spending more time with Mary how Sherlock changed, how clingy he'd gotten, how possessive. But it was too late. He already felt unappreciated by the time Holmes started to show any inkling of feeling for him and that irritated him to no end. Ten years, an entire decade, they'd spent together! And now things were going to pick up? Of course John left. Of course he was frustrated, of course he missed the adventure, he didn't know what to do any more.

He wanted to stay at Baker Street. He wanted to stay with Holmes, as infuriating as the man was. He didn't know why, not entirely. He didn't know how to approach Sherlock about this without scaring the man half to hell and he knew the man wouldn't confront him about it, as much as he wish he would have. John couldn't very well order him to say anything that would only shut him up and there was no trying to trick the great Sherlock Holmes into saying anything about feelings. Watson was loyal, despite his wrong of leaving, he always came back.

But he pointed a finger at the detective with a scolding look and a raised brow.] You're not going to touch a hair on that boy's head, not while I'm here. [Yes he was staying until things were clean, this was going to happen whether he liked it or not. Though then that scolding face dropped to something a little more pale, Watson's chest tightening some as his hand moved to his side.]

Stop talking as if you're about to drop dead in a few days; you're asking for misfortune to strike.

[olcock]

I care plenty about myself.

[ with a pointed finger, he advances unto the other as he starts a whole new arguement- though it's not new but rather constant with the pair and as always, holmes had to start something with the good doctor ]

If you cared about me, you would give up all attempts of marriage, children and a boring life, watson. We both know you were meant to be a man of action and shall continue to be, ol boy.

[ he would have exclaimed at john's comment about the chimney lad, but he had been touching irene's napkin from the confines of his pocket and a sudden anger set upon his features as he thrust it out and threw it on the table for his friend to see ]

I very well might be- he killed her, watson. He bloody well killed her just as I told her he would do. But she didn't heed my warnings, nobody ever does anymore. This may very well be my last case.

[ holmes quickly turned away from the other as he went to the pictureframe of her, blaming nobody but himself for her death ]

[fuckirene]

[There were plenty of moments where Watson wanted to interject, argue back, but he couldn't remember the last time Holmes had gotten mad like this. When he'd actually point a finger at him and meant to scold him for what he said, not to tease and jest like they usually did. John couldn't remember the last time Sherlock had an angry expression about his face. Despite the fact he was getting yelled at, in Sherlock Holmes terms, Watson stood his ground, not replying to a single thing, waiting for his friend to finish.

What he hadn't expected was that he was going to pull out that handkerchief and throw it on the table. Watson had heard the news of Irene, the last thing he expected after hearing her cause of death, was that Holmes would still have it. Or at the very least not have it... sealed in something. Poison or not it still mocked tuberculosis and there was no cure for that. He held in a sigh, looking for something to put the cloth in. An empty jar would do for for now. Then, with an actual sigh, Watson turned the back of his hand to press against his forehead, walking over to Sherlock to stand behind him.

He didn't say anything, not just yet, instead raising a hand up to cup the slope of Sherlock's neck in a firm, gentle supportive grip.] Don't beat yourself up, Holmes. [Watson spoke in a hushed tone.] She didn't believe you because she thought she was better than you, [Regardless of the fact Sherlock always trumped her.] Pride... is a hell of a thing. And if there's one thing I don't believe you on, it's that this is your last case. You know better than to believe that as well.

[His hand gripped a smidgen tighter.] And you know I'm here for you, I always have. That isn't going to change.

[olcock]

[ oh watson, if only you knew. The sudden warm touch to his neck nearly made him want to curl up next to the other and let watson calm the sea that was roaring violently inside himself. Turning to face the doctor, holmes looked intense into the others eyes- not in a brute rough manner but in an I think I might just break if you don't embrace me right now, manner. Because the detective didn't want them to be distant, even if it was just sherlock alone being that, he wanted nothing more than for those strong warm hands upon him, to show him exactly how john cared for him. But then he spoke again because it needed to be said ]

I paid him a visit, watson- and now I must warn you to tread carefully so long as he and I are still alive.

[ with passionate imploring eyes, sherlock rested either hands upon the doctors shoulders and said pleadingly-]

John, I can't lose you, too. The professor is seeking out to kill everyone I care deeply for and I can't let him take you away from me. I just won't.

[fuckirene]

[As much as he would have cared to calm Sherlock's mind of any of this, it was that look that gave the doctor pause. He'd never seen that look before, not once on Holmes' face. Not that he'd let John see it before, he assumed. Watson wanted to act on it, but the time he thought to actually embrace his friend, he was already talking. And the words only tightened his jaw some. Watson had always, despite how he acted sometimes, taken Sherlock's words with a great deal of consideration. If anything it was his, semi-shocked, concerned face that must have asked for Sherlock to go on talking as he were.

The touch to his shoulder only served to reinforce what he was being told, the lump in Watson' throat that was his heart finally swallowed back into his chest. Again, before Watson spoke, he moved. Only this time it was to take the detective tightly in his arms, his head hanging over Sherlock's shoulder.] You won't lose me, Holmes. You never will. [He stayed remarkably in touch with his friends; even the crazy ones he couldn't seem to get enough of even if he looked endlessly annoyed with them.]

And if by some miracle he does off me, I'll drive him madder than he already is and haunt him to death for you. [Watson chuckled lowly, a tad bitterly.] Even then I'll find you. God knows you need all the help you can get. [Clearly Watson thought himself something of a helpful soul, even in death.] So long as you swear not to go off and do something foolish. [Watson rather loathed the day that Sherlock would be put in the ground. And it certainly didn't need to be by the mental professor.]

[olcock]

[ The Woman was a weakness and now he truly believed he would have to die alone. Just like watson wanted. With him gone, the other would no longer have any obligations to sherlock holmes- the doctor would find a clinic to jump start his profession and live happily ever after. Afterall, that is what john has ever wanted, is it not? There was now an even darker bitterness of losing irene and this prompted the detective to say-]

I suppose I shall die alone sooner than we originally thought.

[ surprisingly, john was the one to initiate the hug. Not that it was uncommon, but just.. Well, sherlock liked it very much. However, the doctors words made him stare at the other as he said-]

I don't find that the least bit amusing. You know I don't believe in the supernatural.

[ his friends words hit home, it was just such a shame that holmes didn't allow himself to say all that he felt towards john. Such a loyal friend and by the looks of it, that's all they would ever be. And no, he wasn't going to promise watson ]

[fuckirene]

[No one needed to die alone, no one should have and especially not Sherlock. The man was surprisingly attached to people once he was hooked to you. But saying things, especially when spoken by Holmes, wasn't enough unless he acted. Besides, that was all the man did; he instantly thought and did, there was no waiting, no hesitation. Had that happened before... John doubted he could have looked for anything else.

Though his heart ached to hear him say those words, and in such a bitterness...] Stop that, you're not going to die alone nor any sooner.

["Deeply cared for" didn't always mean "love". With Sherlock sometimes North meant West, East meant South but West and South didn't always respectively mean North and East. Needless to say, sometimes (and more often than not), Watson didn't know how to properly read the man. Yet they still got along, still cared and relied on one another.

When Sherlcok looked at him a bit baffled, simply staring, Watson chuckled, smiling lightly.] Well, you don't have to, ol' boy; I do. That's all that matters. [And without thinking, Watson raised a hand to cup the back of the detective's head to pull him forward and kiss his hairline over his forehead.] I told you that you wouldn't ever be alone. I meant it, Holmes.

[After another moment, he moved away a few feet, patting Sherlock's shoulder before he did.] So what in God's name do I have to do to get you out of this slump of yours, hmm? [He turned, arms crossing over his chest as he looked back to him with a modest smirk; trying to get things as they were.] Let you test your theories? Tests? Collect data?

[olcock]

[ holmes was a prick most times because lifting his chin up slightly, the detective looked over to the side and said dramatically- ]

So says the man whose mouth spoke of uncaring whether I died. It came from your very lips, watson, denial is unattractive.

[ his big eyes looked straight on past watsons shoulder as the man kissed his forehead and whence john removed those lips, sherlock snapped his head in the doctors direction as he said with intense eyes forever focused onto the other- ]

Don't make promises you can't keep, doctor.

[ with sherlock holmes, he always kept his promises- even if they were nigh impossible, he always fulfilled his promises. John, however, hadn't practised it like he has. He doesn't know why but as if he were put on automatic, holmes tightened the previous hug before then giving the taller man a rough kiss on the lips. Pulling away for a moment to observe john's reactions, the detective answered- ]

This would be us testing my theory.

[fuckirene]

I'm sorry? [He laughed, grinning a bit disbelievingly.] When, exactly, have I ever not cared about your dying? [Even if he'd said anything of the sort, it was to make a point; and he was probably angry while he said it, making it sound like he was serious. Watson hadn't meant it. Sherlock only ever seemed to really listen to him unless he was shouting. Or, apparently, kissing him.

Then another jab. Watson huffed, giving the detective a look. So he wasn't perfect, who was? Holmes was another person, a person without hardly anyone else in his company. John may have threatened to leave, it may have seemed like he was, but he'd never been able to stay way, not for too long without checking in on the man in some sort of way.] Are you that daft, man? With your all seeing eyes?

[Despite the anger, the yelling, the fights and jabs and sneers, Watson very much so fond of his detective. However, perhaps he wasn't all that daft; John made a started noise at the kiss, though he didn't try to move away in the least. In fact, he returned it.

Though there wasn't much to observe. At least Watson didn't think so. His brow was only a tad raised, eyes hardly widened; subtle shock. Except, well. He was blinking rather rapidly, as he looked about the room for a few moments before nodding slowly.] It's a good theory. Decent, albeit a mite rough. [Watson nodded again, a bit more confidently. Then he looked back down to Sherlock, waiting only a pounding heartbeats length before leaning down, pressing their lips together far more tenderly.]

[olcock]

[ Sherlock looked at the other in disbelief because he felt mocked in some way- as if the doctor were challenging his very intellectual powers. He thought hard about the doctors question- going through his minds filing cabinet both chronologically as well as alphabetically- though he didn't even bother to do that, because he knew the answer quite clear. There was never a time where watson wouldn't snatch his so called poison. There were many times where john would hide all sorts of stimulants from him. Sherlock was loathe to admit his friend was right, so he answered in a discarding, my-fingertips-look-far-more-interesting-than-this-conversation, manner- ]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[ The moment watson didn't fret, sherlock had to stare at him attentively to make sure he was seeing correctly ]

Would the doctor like to hear what theory i'm speaking of?

[ he allowed his eyes to flutter down as john kissed him and yet he wanted to ask what madness was this because john would never succumb ]