A/N  Hey My Lovelies!!!! This is it!! The final chapter!! Let's end this with a bang ;) and slap on a good old fashioned SMUT WARNING!!! This has been fun to write and I hope you guys enjoyed reading it! Keep your eyes peeled for my next AU...a continuation of my OneShot 'Ghost in This House'!!!! That should be up soon. Enjoy<3

"I-I love you."

John couldn't breathe, those three words echoing through his skull louder than anything he had ever experienced. He couldn't feel anything as his blood seemed to suddenly flow too thick. He was aware of his body being turned around, dragged back against the wall again. He looked up into the pale eyes of Sherlock Holmes and felt his heart break.

Sherlock was speaking, mumbling words that John couldn't hear through the pounding of his head.

"N-No." He finally managed to whisper, the sound coming out broken and raw. "N-No, Sherlock. Stop." He pushed at the taller man, trying to get him off, to get him away. Sherlock refused to budge, taking John's face in his hands and pressing soft kisses to his cheeks, nose and lips. "Don't- please don't." He begged. He had promised that he wouldn't do this, wouldn't guilt Sherlock into loving him. John pushed at Sherlock's chest, still begging him to stop.

"John, John please. Don't- don't leave. I-I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry." Sherlock was mumbling against John's lips, tears slipping from the corners of his own eyes and he begged for John to stay. "I lo-"

"No. Don't- don't do this Sherlock. Please don't do this."

"Why won't you believe me John?"

"Because you don't mean it." Sherlock sobbed at those words, pressing his face against the crook of John's neck and clutching at the shorter man's shirt. "Don't say it if you don't mean it Sherlock. I won't do that to you."

"Damn it John!" Sherlock shouted, slamming his fist against the wall next to John's head before spinning away, clutching and tugging at his curls. "You aren't making me say anything! Don't you see? I. Love. You." He stepped closer to John again, taking his face in his hands and punctuated his words with kisses.

John's heart felt light as he allowed himself to maybe believe the pale man.

"Sherlock-"

"I was going to surprise you. See how long it took you to figure out."

"F-Figure what out?"

"I quit John." John's knees felt weak as those words washed over him.

"God Sherlock-"

"I saw how much my still working was hurting you, and I hated knowing that I was upsetting you. I knew I was losing you, and the thought of that was more than I could bear." John grabbed Sherlock's perfect shirt and pulled him in for a deep kiss. When he finally let the taller man go, they were both flushed, breathless, and undeniably aroused. "Please don't sign the contract John. I don't care if you want to keep working, I can handle that, just please don't sign the contract. The thought of you being under my brother's thumb makes me sick." John nodded, kissing Sherlock again.

"I-I promise. No contracts. Hell, I'll quit too."

"You don't have to-"

"I don't want to be with anyone but you Sherlock." The taller man grinned and pulled John off the wall, dragging him down the hall until he found a supply closet. The pair stumbled in, Sherlock abruptly pinning John to the wall. John felt the air get knocked from his lungs as Sherlock latched roughly onto his neck, biting and sucking a dark purple mark there. "Jesus Sherlock! W-We can't- someone will hear us."

"Don't care." Sherlock started pulling at John's shirt, tugging it up and over his head, letting it catch on his wrists. John felt his wrists being raised above his head and gasped as Sherlock snagged his shirt on a hook above his head. He whimpered as Sherlock moved his mouth down to his shoulder, sucking and biting at his bullet wound.

"Sh-Sherlock-"

"I need you John, and I'm going to take you. Then, after I'm done with you here, we are going to go home, and you are going to take me." John whined as Sherlock bit gently on one of his nipples, bucking his hips against his lover's and pulling a deep groan from the taller man's throat.

"G-God Sh-Sher- fuck!" John had lost the ability to speak as Sherlock fought with his trousers, pulling them down to his knees and spinning him around. He bit his lip as he heard Sherlock rustling around for a moment.

He stifled a cry when he felt a cold, slick finger press against his entrance.

Sherlock prepared him as thoroughly and as quickly as he could, and John loved every second of it. Sherlock's bony fingers were long enough to reach his prostate with ease, gently teasing over the bundle of nerves until John was trembling beneath him.

Once he was ready, Sherlock spun him back around, grabbing him behind the knees and lifting him off his feet. John squirmed as he felt Sherlock adjusting his position until his knees were hooked over Sherlock's elbows and the taller man was pressing him back against the wall. There was some shuffling as Sherlock slicked his erection and lined himself up with John's stretched entrance.

John couldn't hold back the keen that was ripped from his throat as Sherlock pressed in.

It burned, probably more than it should have, but in the haze of arousal, John couldn't care less.

Once Sherlock was fully seated, John willed his body to relax, nodding at the pale man when he was ready for him to move. He whined as Sherlock started to move within him, slowly at first, then with more force. Every thrust pulled against his prostate and caught his erection between their bodies.

It didn't take long before he was spilling between them, Sherlock catching his cry in his own lips with a searing kiss. Sherlock followed behind him not long after, filling John with his mess and pressing in as deep as he could. Sherlock reached up and unhooked John's wrists, letting their bodies slide to the floor in a sticky, sweaty pile of limbs.

They fought for breath as they came down, John clinging desperately to Sherlock while he sucked more marks to John's neck and chest.

"God I love you." He whispered, grinning as Sherlock whimpered and kissed him, sucking on his bottom lip gently.

"I love you too John."

"What the hell are we going to do now?"

"Go home and-" John laughed and bit Sherlock's shoulder playfully, enjoying the feeling of the taller man laughing against him.

"Not what I mean you Berk. I mean, now that we have both quit?" Sherlock huffed, pressing soft kisses to his scar.

"I have always wanted to raise bees-"

"There is no way in hell you are getting a beehive in that flat."

"Fine. I still have some friends down at New Scotland Yard. Want to help me solve crimes? I used to be pretty good at it."

"Sounds dangerous."

"It is."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Then fuck yes." John laughed against Sherlock's shoulder, sucking his own mark into the pale skin there. "Looks like I managed the impossible."

"Hmm?"

"I melted the Ice King." Sherlock pulled back and caught John's eyes, his own filled with love and promises.

"My Love, you started melting me the first day we met."