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John opened his eyes some minutes after having come. This had been one of his most intense orgasms yet. He could feel the whole of his body still lax and his brain a little fogged. Sherlock was at his side, his pupils dilated and breathing heavily. They were still connected but it couldn’t last much longer or it would become uncomfortable.
Watson gave his lover a well satisfied smile, but no words came to him. The Consulting Detective looked at the blond adoringly and hugged his smaller frame, pulling him a little closer to his pale body. They stood like that for a moment, before the brunette moved to pull out. Watson groaned for a second but otherwise kept motionless.
“Go to sleep, John” The younger Holmes told him, his voice rough.
The green eyed one was about to protest, telling him that someone had to take care of their food inside the cooler but his eyes closed on his own. He had had a most tiring day and now his body was simply shut down.
Sherlock waited until his mate was soundly asleep to move away from the bed. First of all, he went to look for a towel to clean his partner and once he accomplished that went back to the bathroom to toke a quick shower. Then it was time to go back to the living room and sort out the meat and organs. Once he went inside the kitchen he noticed something that hadn’t been there before: a freezer.
The younger Holmes smiled to himself, making a mental note to send a thank you message to his middle brother. It took him barely a moment to put everything in place. He would finally be able to eat real food cooked by his mate, the idea of which made him ecstatic and he knew it would make the well mannered man equally happy.
Suddenly, Sherlock got worried about John having a morality crisis. He had told Hannibal before that he believed Watson was strong enough to be a hunter, to understand their preference, but he had been expecting for some kind of horror struck reaction first, even some kind of argument, and some type of moral recriminations. He had thought that he would have to work to make John understand! He was delighted at being able to have hunted with his mate, but what if it was a one-time deal? What if the other couldn’t live with the fact that he was taking a life not saving it? John was a doctor, after all, and he had seen that the man usually only shot to injure not to kill if he could help it. The cabbie that first night had been most an exception than a rule.
The mobile ringing brought him out of his deep thought. He hurried to answer not wanting to risk it would woke up the blond currently resting peacefully.
“You should stop worrying about it, Sherlock. I’ve sent you John’s classified file, it would help you understand” Mycroft’s voice came from the other side of the line.
It was obvious for the younger that the politician was in a hurry and just called him to make a point that he really didn’t like to text. The Consulting Detective had a pretty good idea why he wanted to keep the talk short and couldn’t really blame the red headed for it, and he understood perfectly well his anxiousness so he decided not to entertain him.
“Thank you, Mycroft” He said sincerely, while opening his laptop “You should go back to Greg. We’ll talk later.”
The brunette knew that since his brother couldn’t quite get the older man to live with him on a permanent basis he was pretty jealous of their time together even if the silver fox was just sleeping at his side. One of these days he would have a long talk with Lestrade, Sherlock decided. He could understand that the man had doubts and that he had been hurt by his cheater of an ex wife and the lover he had chosen right after it, but Mycroft wasn’t that sort of person. Moreover the younger Holmes was convinced that he could make the Detective Inspector see that he wouldn’t lose anything by moving to the other man’s house. If anything he would be more comfortable than at his run down rented place. And Greg had already begun to spend more time at the older Holmes city house than in his own, between the times the red headed one went to fetch him at the NSY and the ones Lestrade simply went there so they could have dinner together and was convinced to stay the night… and the next ones after it, though it was always less than a week. A ridiculous time limit he had somehow talked himself into.
Once he began to read the document that his brother had sent to him all thought of the Detective Inspector fled from his mind. John had certainly kept a couple of secrets from him!
Now he could understand why his lover had been so willing to hunt with him. Moreover, the younger Holmes’ brain suddenly caught up on all the little details he had disregarded in the past about his nice, kind doctor. It was true what he had said once and again, he never got John Watson’s depths. The blond obviously knew how to keep quiet about things, but he should have been able to tell… if he had observed, going beyond the carefully constructed mask of the polite Englishman his lover showed to everyone.
There is always something, Sherlock thought to himself shaking his head slowly while he finished the read. A bright smile slowly began to appear on the younger Holmes’ thin lips. They would be better than okay.