A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! So...I know I've been doing a lot of angst lately....ngl...I've been in an angsty mood lately so that's why.....but it has been requested that I do more smut/fluff here...and while I'm not gonna promise that I'll write only smut and fluff, I will try to write more for you all....but for now.....here is a smutty story for your reading pleasure!! SMUT WARNING!!!! 

also...I just want to reiterate for you all...I will post as frequently as I possibly can, but PLEASE be patient!! I don't get paid to write these, and when I start getting people demanding more updates, it starts to take the fun out of writing...I just got a few comments on some of my stuff and felt I should say something...I appreciate that you all like my work and I love every single one of you...but bear with me...hopefully in a couple weeks my schedule will be calmed down a bit and I will have more time to write...I don't want to upset anyone, I just wanted to make myself clear...Love you all!!! 

Also...keep your eyes open for another AU book!!! I'm going to extend the Begin Again AU since so many of you wanted it!!!

Enjoy<3

It was one of those days.

Sherlock had been sulking around the flat, sighing dramatically and all but slamming the cupboards and doors. John knew what was wrong, and he could sense what would be coming, but he kept his eyes trained on the computer in front of him.

It would do no good to give into Sherlock's neediness every time.

A weight draped over his shoulders, and he fought back a smirk. Sometimes, the Great Detective was very much like a cat.

"John?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm bored."

"Really? I never would have guessed." John fought back a laugh at the growl that rumbled through his lover's chest. "Call Molly, maybe she has something dead you can slice into." Sherlock groaned dramatically and John felt him shift further onto the back of his chair.

"She isn't speaking to me and has banned my Morgue privileges." John rolled his eyes, leaning to the side to glare at Sherlock.

"What'd you do this time?" Sherlock shrugged, indifference on his face. "Sherlock, you can't keep pissing her off and hoping she'll just let it go. She's going to ban you completely one of these days."

"It's fine. I'll give her a few days, then I'll give her a charming smile and all will be forgiven."

"Sherlock!"

"Not good?"

"Definitely not good."

"Fine, I'll apologize. But first, I'm still bored."

"Go apologize."

"Tomorrow, I don't want to right now." John fought back a gasp as he felt Sherlock's lips press against the skin behind his ear. "I want to play."

This was going to be difficult.

John loved it when Sherlock decided he wanted to, as he put it, play. It meant Earth-shattering orgasms and getting to see the normally dominant detective become incredibly submissive.

But John was trying not to give in to Sherlock's sulk.

"Then go play, I'm busy." He felt the irritation pouring off Sherlock at being rejected, and fought down the urge to laugh.

"John!" Sherlock stretched the word into a whine, reaching forward and slamming the laptop he had been typing on shut.

"Oi! I was using that!" John groused, praying he had remembered to save his work. He fought back a moan as Sherlock gently bit and sucked on his ear.

"So use me instead. I'm certain I am far more enjoyable than a cluttered old laptop." John felt his body start to react to what his lover was doing, and silently cursed himself. When it came to Sherlock, John really had no self control.

An idea started making its way to the front of his mind and he grinned, tilting his head so Sherlock could access the skin of his neck.

"I don't know about that, there's a lot of porn out there." He laughed as Sherlock whined and redoubled his actions, biting and sucking the skin hard enough to leave a mark. "What are you planning that is so much better than what I can find online, hmm?" John's resolve had all but evaporated by this point, but he wanted to see what Sherlock was willing to do today.

"I'll do that thing you like." There was a hint of playful promise to Sherlock's voice, and John shifted in his seat, his trousers suddenly unbearably tight. There were a lot of things that John liked, but Sherlock was rarely in the mood to do, so when the man promised to do one of them, John almost always gave in instantly.

"What uh- what thing?" He felt Sherlock squirm, and could almost picture the blush on the other man's cheeks.

Since their relationship had moved from friends to more, Sherlock had become a very sexual creature, though he was still shy about voicing what he wanted.

"I-I'll- I'll r-ride you a-and call you C-Captain." John felt what was left of his resolve fade instantly. That was one of his favorite games they played, and he knew it was also one of Sherlock's as well.

He waited as Sherlock stood and walked around to kneel in front of him.

"P-Please Captain?" There was something hidden under the playfulness in Sherlock's eyes, a desperation that sent a small spark of concern through John's mind. This wasn't just a game to the detective, his mind was being too loud and he needed help making it stop.

John set his computer on the table beside his chair and leaned forward, cupping Sherlock's face gently and resting their foreheads together.

"With me Love?" He asked softly, making sure his lover was in a safe headspace before they started playing. There had been a few times when Sherlock hadn't been in a good mindset when they played, and it wound up with the detective overwhelmed, and panicking on the bathroom floor

Sherlock blinked up at him, and for a moment, John was reminded of the first day they met. Sherlock had been so young and innocent back then, no sign of the horrific trauma that had since plagued them.

Sherlock nodded, nuzzling against John's hand and smiling happily.

"Give me a colour then." Sherlock rolled his eyes, the boredom reappearing on his face.

"I don't think-"

"Colour or I go back to typing and you can suffer." Sherlock let out another dramatic sigh and rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Green Sir." John grinned down at his lover and pulled him up for a deep kiss. Sherlock made a soft sound as the kiss turned rough, and started clawing at John's shirt.

"Bedroom, now." John gasped against Sherlock's lips, tugging the younger man to his feet and shoving him down the hall.

They got halfway there when they were driven apart by Sherlock's phone ringing obnoxiously.

"Don't you dare-" Sherlock spun away and answered the phone, ignoring John's veiled threat.

"Hello? Yes? Brilliant! We will be there!" John felt his irritation rise as Sherlock spun back to face him, his face lit up with glee. "John! It's a case! Lestrade promised it's at least a seven, which means it's probably a five!" Sherlock started to back away, moving to turn around, but John gripped his elbow, throwing him back against the wall and pinning him there with a firm hand against his chest. "J-John?"

"Where do you think you're going?" John growled, crowding the taller man against the wall and brushing his lips along the exposed skin of Sherlock's neck.

"I-I- J- c-case-" Sherlock's voice had gone shaky and breathless, like it always did when John got aggressive, and he began clawing uselessly at the wall. John smirked and bit down on Sherlock's neck, pulling a whimper from the taller man.

"I thought you wanted to play?" John felt a wave of self satisfaction as Sherlock's knees nearly gave out on him, the only thing keeping him upright being John's hand on his chest.

"J-John- th-they're- they're w-waiting-"

"So be fast." If the case was really a seven, there was a chance it could be days before Sherlock was focused on anything other than the work, and John was getting rather sick of wanking under the shower. Sherlock's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in shock, his eyes darting across John's face as though searching for a way out. "On your knees Soldier."

"J-John-"

"You know the colors if you want out Babe." They were both quiet for a moment, lost in the tension of the moment while Sherlock debated.

John saw the moment the man decided, his eyes glazed over and he bit his lip, easily slipping back into the submissive mindset. It was an amazing thing to witness.

"Y-Yessir." Sherlock mumbled, sliding down the wall to kneel before John, reaching up to tug at his trousers.

"Good Soldier." John growled, biting back a moan as Sherlock freed his erection, which was once again gaining interest in the proceedings, from his trousers and gently sucked at the tip. "God, you're perfect Love. My Brilliant Man." As much as both men loved playing like this, John always made sure to remind Sherlock that it was just a game, that no matter how rough they got, that he was still loved and respected.

He watched as Sherlock's cheeks darkened at his words, and dropped his head back when the younger man took him further into his mouth.

Sherlock may not have had very much by way of experience when they started this, but he was a fast learner and had become quite adept at sucking John off.

Within minutes, they had set a gentle rhythm, John hips thrusting shallowly as Sherlock's lips moved along his shaft.

He threaded one of his hands into Sherlock's hair, bracing himself on the wall as he felt the other man hum around him, sending shocks of pleasure along his spine.

A handful of thrusts later and John began tugging at Sherlock's hair, pulling him off before stroking himself to completion, painting his lover's face with his mess.

It took a moment for him to recover, and by the time his vision had cleared, Sherlock looked mostly presentable, aside from a small white smudge on the lapel of his jacket that John decided not to mention, and slightly swollen lips.

John helped his lover to his feet, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips and smiling happily.

"Satisfied?"

"For now." Sherlock frowned and sent him a confused look, making John's heart tighten with affection. He threaded his fingers in Sherlock's hair and pulled him closer, brushing his lips along the younger man's ear. "If you solve this case fast enough, I might be encouraged to do that thing you like." Sherlock whimpered softly as John laughed, pushing away from his lover and heading for the door. "Come on Love, Greg's waiting."