^{What is sherlock most deepest darkest secert that he can't even tell John?}

"I've done it!" Sherlock nearly threw his computer. "Watsonwatsonwatson!!! I figured it out! She never killed him because she didn't have a knife with her! All the knives were in their block in the kitchen, he was stabbed in the bedroom! She's innocent, call Lastraud."

John sighed and looked up from the game board that they had just been playing. "I am not calling Lastraud over a board game Sherlock." He said as he started to pack it away. "An this is why I said I would never play Cludo again."

"Call him, John. Call him. He needs to know. It's always Mrs. White, always!" Sherlock hopped in his seat. "She always has the knife and it's always in the library."

Rolling his eyes, John sighed and shook his head. "No sherlock, I am not calling Greg." He put the board away and swore he'd never play the game again.

"Greg? Who's G- OH! Right. That's his name. What an impression he's made for me to remember." He rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. "John I'm bored. Grab my phone for me, it's in my shirt pocket."

Taking a deep breath John made his way over and pulled out the phone from Sherlock's pocket. "Here you are."

"Good, now text Lastraud and tell him I figured it out."

"Sherlock we're not going to bug the man over a game." the doctor stress.

"Text him. Why do you argue with me, there's never a need to argue. Do I have to do the pout? You know you can't resist the pout I mean you've tried to resist the pout but every time you give into every one of my demands simply by me pouting my lip and looking sad, is it because I never look sad? Or perhaps it's because you feel guilty, yes you feel guilty that I would be sad about anything that would involve you because you would never want to do anything to hurt my feelings now will you please test him or else I'll threaten you again with the pout?" Sherlock pouted his lower lip.

Watson sighed and text the other man. He's figured it out - JW

Figured what out? The case I sent him? - GL The text sent back.

Showing Sherlock the text, he sighed. "what should I tell him?"

"Tell him we're too busy playing board games for that dumb case." He waved his hands, looking to find monopoly.

Too busy playing board games for that case. John text and turned to Sherlock. "Now what are you looking for?"

Typical he texted back. "Another game. Perhaps Trouble, or Monopoly."

"Anything BUT monopoly. For some reason every time we play I always end up in jail the whole game." The doctor replied as he set down Sherlock's phone. phone

"It's not my fault you don't know how to play properly... Hm... What about.... Ah! Jenga."

Now there was a game he was sure that would be safe. Hopfully.

"Regular Jenga is boring though. Perhaps we can make it interesting. Strip Jenga."

Eyes widened, John looked at Sherlock like he was insane. But he laughed it off. "Nice one Sherlock that one was actually funny."

"When do I joke?" Sherlock looked over, an adorably confused look on his face.

John swallowed the lump that suddenly formed in his throat and sighed. "Okay." He sat down and helped him build it up. "How are we doing this?"

"There will be multiple rounds. Whoever loses that round removes an article of clothing. Loser is naked."

The doctor nodded slowly, this was going to be a long night. "So who's going first?" he asked looking at the tower.

"You will." Sherlock crossed one leg over the other.

The smaller man sighed and started with the easiest one he knew of which was dead center. He was of with this game. But as it got closer to the end not so much.

Sherlock calculated each turn. It was John's turn as the tower looked like it would collaps. "Go ahead."

John sighed he noticed that no matter what move he made the block tower was going to fall. Just before he had gotten it all the way out the tower collapsed. Blushing he took off his shoes and looked at the detective. "Well help me build it up again."

Sherlock smirked cooly. 6 games later, John has removed his socks, sweat shirt, and shirt. Sherlock had removed his shoes, and socks. He paused, having lost the 6th game and pouted, looking down at his shirt.

"Come on Sherlock, off" John said with a slight victorious smile. He was glad to see that Sherlock could lose at something. It showed that the detective was human. 

Sherlock have a more adorable pout, then sighed when it didn't work. "fine." He hesitated, then unbuttoned his black shirt, sliding it off his body. And what a body it was...

John looked at him shocked. It was the first time he had managed to actually see the detective's full figure now that he was facing him. "Wow." was all that came to mind.

Sherlock looked up at him, slightly self conscious. He moved his arms over his stomach to hide a bit. "what?"

"You just look.... Good." John replied looking up from his torso to his eyes. "I've never seen you with you shirt off accept that time in the palace but I wasn't really paying attention."

"... Good? What do you mean by good?" Sherlock raised a brow, feeling oddly more self conscious.

John facepalmed and shook his head. Did the man know nothing about compliments? "Look..." He started to say as he walked over and pulled the man's hands from his body. "You have a far better body then me. You're like Adonis. Perfect shape perfect curves, perfect abs, hell all in all the perfect build." 

A light blush crept onto his cheeks as he looked down at himself. "I, most definitely am not like the god of beauty and desire. Do you need glasses?"

The doctor finally realized what he had said and he too turned bright red. "Well I mean..." He coughed and made his way over back to his seat and tried to hide his face. "You just have a really nice body.

Sherlock looked back down at himself, then up at John. "... You have a nice body as well."

John blushed more as he heard the compliment. "T-thank you." he stuttered and rebuilt the tower once more.

Sherlock nodded and sat back, cross legged on the floor. "Your play." he mumbled

The smaller man blushed and started the game off once again. As the game went on he found himself once again on the losing end. His face turned the color of a fire hydrant. as he removed the only other articular of clothing that was keeping his pink and black lace thong concealed. "I can explain." He said not daring to look the detective in the face. "I lost a bet with Greg earlier today."

Sherlock smirked at his victory, then his face lit up like fire as he noticed the undergarments. '... What was the bet?"

John cleared his throat and shuffled uncomfortably in the chair. "A drinking contest... I didn't beat him at it, and to add to the embarrassment.. I have to wear these for a week... they're highly uncomfortable." he said, though it was a lie. These particular pair were actually quite comfortable.

"You're lying." Sherlock said immediately. "You walk like you always do and aren't squirming. You're comfortable in those."

The doctor's face went even redder than he could ever imagine. "SO!" He ducked his head and avoided all eye contacted. "What next?"

"Its not an issue if you're comfortable." He shrugged and set the tower back up. "My turn." He pulled out the middle block

Turn by turn John got more and more nervous. He prayed that the tower wouldn't fall on him again

At the turn that he thought would be his victory, Sherlock made a misjudgement and picked the wrong one. The tower tumbled to the ground and he sat there a moment, his face burning a bright red. Now he'd have to face the same humiliation. Holmes quietly stood up and unbuckled his pants, shifting out of them to reveal the purple and black laced thong Lestraud had him wear. He sat back down in silence, not looking up at the doctor.

"Um Sherlock...." John looked at the man perplexed. Did he make the same bet or did he actually wear them for fun? "Are those.... from Lastard by any chance?"

"Nope. I just found them comfortable." Sherlock lied with a cool and collected face. He wanted to see if John would believe him.

"Right. " John said trying so hard not to stare for too long. "And I'm a monkey's uncle."

Sherlock snorted a little and smirked. "Yes, they are from Lestarud. He's a jerk."

The doctor snicker as set up the last tower. It was anyone's game at this point. He was determined not to lose. "well Sherlock... you first.

Sherlock got up. ”We aren't playing anymore. Cook me lunch plea.se.” He didnt bother,putting on clothes.

"NO!" John snapped as he watched sherlock walk. "You get back here and finish this!" He wasn't going to leave it at this. He want to beat Sherlock at something. Just one...

"Nope. I don't want to play anymore. I'm hungry, let's eat." He looked back and gave a cute smirk.

John sighed and started to put his clothing back on. "No fun." He said softly and watched as sherlock headed into the kitchen.

Sherlock didn't bother putting on clothes. He just began getting hot pockets from the fridge

Standing in the door way with just his trousers on he watched Sherlock for a moment. something in him made him see another side of the man that he had never known.

Sherlock popped the packages into the microwave. He poured them a cup of coffee, then stopped and glanced over. "You're staring."

"Am not." John said as he walked around the table. and sat at one of the tables.

"Are too." He looked over. "At least you were."

"Was not." He said picking up the paper and began to read.

"Was too." He said, pulling the hot pockets out of the microwave and bringing them over. "Here."

"was not!" John proclaimed again as he looked down at the plate. "Thank you."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and plopped down, still practically naked. He sipped his coffee and munched on the hot pocket, opening a file case.

John opened his laptop and started typing down a few things and writing an email to Lastraud about this evening.

Sherlock flipped through the file, not even looking at it. He stared John.

"Now who's staring." John laughed as he finished up.

"Atleast I admit it." he smirked, taking a bite. 'Do we have a case?"

John rolled his eyes and sighed. "No and why are you staring."

"Because I want to." He said. "Call Lestraud. I want to see if there's another case."

.John shook his head and finished the email to lastraud asking him if he had any cases. "I just sent an email."

"Thank you." Sherlock leaned against the table, finishing his coffee. ".... Has he answered yet?"

"No Sherlock I just send it." Man was he impenitent

Sherlock groaned and smacked his head against the table.

John placed his hand on the table in front of the much taller man to stop him. "Come on Sherlock. Things aren't that boring." He sighed and place.

"Yes they are." Sherlock whined. "John, we played Jenga for Gods sake. I haven't touched hat game since Lestraud bought it." He got to his feet and dragged his thonged self into the bedroom. There was the sound of clicking and something snapping shut, then gunfire against the wall.

"Really Sherlock." The doctor said as he covered his ears to black the sound. "one of these days you going to kill someone doing that and it might be me."

Sherlock peeked around the corner. "I have wonderful aim, thank you. And I would never kill you. Too important." He tossed the gun on his bed and walked back in, yawning.

"Why don't you get some rest." John said deciding to clean a bit. "I'll wake you when I hear from lastruad."

"Because I'm bored when I'm resting." He groaned, getting himself another coffee. "What about now? Did he answer?"

"Not yet." He said deciding to be bold for the first time ever, John snuck up behind sherlock and warped his arms around his waist. "Maybe I can think another way."

The consulting detective froze and looked back at John, one eyebrow cocked. "... Another way?"

The doctor took a deep breath and let go of the detective. "It's nothing never mind."

"Ah, ah, ah." Sherlock quickly spun around and crossed his arms. "Your breathing his labored and you have that pose that you do when you're nervous and or flustered. Now tell me or I'll do the pout again and we've already went over the reasons you can't resist the pout." he quickly pouted his lip.

"Ahh but you see I can if I'm not looking." the doctor replied as he turned his back and started back to his room.

Sherlock wrapped his arms around John's shoulders."pllleeaaasssee?”

"Nope." John said keeping his eyes closed. "Not looking"

Sherlock gave his neck a gentle nip. "You can feel it though...." he purred

John shuddered and tried desperately not to moan. "Nope, no I can't" He lied

"Can too. Now show me the other way." Sherlock purred lightly

John fought the urge to jump the man behind him. "Sherlock what are you doing?"

"Trying to get you to stop avoiding subjects."

"I'm not avoiding your distracting." The doctor said as he looked back at his companion.

"I'm not distracting, you're avoiding by saying I'm distracting. Now tell me." He grinned

"Tell you what?!" John said a little more then aggravated this.

"Your lying. eyes are dilated, you're starting to sweat and your lip is quivering." He pointed out

John moved away from sherlock and made his way toward his room. "It doesn't matter Sherlock." He shouted from his door before he slammed his door shut.

"It does because I want to know and you refuse to tell me." Sherlock followed quickly, pouting as the door was slammed in his face. He grabbed his violin and sat in front of John's door, playing softly.

John listened a long while and waited until the latter was sure he might have forgotten. He peeked his head out a little and watched him play for a little bit.

Sherlock stared up at John when he opened the door, continuing to play with his eyes never leaving the doctors.

The doctor just watched and listened. He had felt something for over the last few months but he had never shown it. He was afraid that the detective would see right through him.

Sherlock saw something. Something, but he didn't know what. That's why he was trying to provoke it out of him. "I wrote it while thinking of you once."

"Oh" the short man asked as he sat down in a near by chair. "What was the content of said thought?"

"Tell me what was the other way you were thinking of, and I'll tell you." Sherlock smirked.

"Dinner alright..." the doctor said hoping that would get him off his back. Part of it was true but it was only a small part.

"You're figiting meaning you're lying. Or partly lying. Or not telling me everything. Tell me."

"Only if you tell me first." John replied as he crossed his arms.

"You haven't completely answered mine first, so I can't." He smirked

"John stood again and sighed. "Because I can't okay?" He said as he headed back to his room.

"Why can't you??" Sherlock whined and fell back against the floor.

"I just can't." The doctor said as he opened the door.

"Why John. Why. You don't tell me anything. Why? Are you embarassed?"

John hid himself away in his room. He slid down the door and held his knees to his chest.

"You are embarassed. About what, John? We're friends. you can tell me."

"It's nothing." The doctor said softly. He wanted to tell him but at the same time he knew it could not possibly end well.

Sherlock got up and opened the door. He walked inside and nonchalantly straddled the doctor's waist. "Tell. Me. John."

John looked up in shock as the taller man on him. "Sherlock... wh-what are you doing?" He asked trying to move

"Trying to get you to tell me what ever it is you're hiding." Sherlock didn't care that he was still in the thong.

Sighing, John pulled him down into a quick kiss and hid his face in his chest. "I like you alright?" He mumbled into his chest.

Sherlock blinked in confusion, then tilted his head, looking down at him. "... Well I know that."

The doctor's face turned bright red and he buried back in his own hands. "Then why did you bother asking?" He sighed and didn't come out from behind his hands.