#royalty!lock

Stranger: (Royalty!lock, AU) Sherlock stretched himself on the bench lazily. It was a hot day, and he was bored. His brother Mycroft had a meeting with the other leaders of the country; he was always doing the goventment stuff. Luckily, because otherwise Sherlock would have been trapped in a hot room without any oxygen, talking about the incredibly boring business of ruling a land. Sherlock sighed. He would often wander around in the city, in a disguise, of course, and explore every street and corner of it, but right now it was much too hot for a walk. Footsteps appeared on the terrace where he was laying. It wasn't his brother, Sherlock could tell by the sound of the noise, his brother didn't wear such heavy shoes. No, the person who was coming wore big boots and walked straight and without any hesitance. After a few more seconds, Sherlock realized a soldier was coming up the stairs of the wodden terrace. And indeed, in the very same moment a blond man walked in and stood in front of him, saluting.

You: ((Ooh.))

You: "John Watson at your service, your highness." John stood at attention in front of the lazing prince. "I've been sent to...erm, entertain you. It's part of my orders." John didn't know what sort of entertainment the prince was looking for, but he'd seen him a few times from afar and certainly didn't mind the opportunity to get closer. "I've been instructed to, ah, 'keep you out of Prince Mycroft's hair'."

Stranger: Sherlock grinned. "Yes, that indeed sounds like my brother.." He rolled over and faced the soldier with an intense gaze. "Well, which kind of entertainment were you thinking of?", he said winking.

You: John flushed. "Erm, it's up to you. My only orders are to keep you entertained. Not much...specific," he ended lamely. God, the prince's eyes...was he flirting? He was flirting. Prince Sherlock was flirting with John. Oh, jesus christ. "I can...play the clarinet," he added, and mentally kicked himself.

Stranger: Sherlock raised one eyebrow. "Really? Boring." He smiled mischievously when he sat up a bit. "I think I'll use your.. /skills/ differently." He chuckled deeply and quietly. "What is your name, by the way?"

You: "John, sir. John Watson."

Stranger: "John Watson." Sherlock said the name slowly, like to taste his sound. "Beautiful", he said, without mentioning what he meant. "So, John, would you mind to accompany me in my room? It is far too hot out here."

You: Beautiful? His name was beautiful? John's name was plain, ordinary, just like he was. Not beautiful. But he kept his face impassive as he could, nodding. "Certainly, your highness." He offered his hand out to the Prince to take, to help him to his feet.

Stranger: Sherlock grabbed the offered hand slowly and pulled himself up, standing very close to John. "Well, what are we waiting for?", he whispered in his deepest voice.

You: "For you to lead the way," John replied, and swallowed as he realized how rude that had sounded. "I meant, er, I'm not permitted to enter your rooms unless you go first. So, erm, I'll follow." He blushed at their closeness, but didn't move back.

Stranger: Sherlock chuckled quietly at the soldier's blush, not letting go of his hand. "There is no need to be embarrassed," he said, fixing John's lips unintentionally. "But of course, I will lead the way."

You: John continued to hold the Prince's hand as he made his way through the castle into his rooms, closing the great oaken door behind him. "Erm, permission to use your first name, your highness?" John asked.

Stranger: "Of course", Sherlock said smiling, leading John into the east wing, which was entirely Sherlock's. He passed several doors until he reached his bedroom.

You: "Thank you, Sherlock." John returned the Prince's smile and followed him into Sherlock's bedroom. His mouth dropped open as he took in the finery. Long velvet curtains half-closed, lamps lit all 'round and damask paper on the walls. Small, strange decorations were put up everywhere, a skull over the unlit fireplace and strange animal skulls on the walls. "Your rooms are...interesting," John said, looking around.

Stranger: Sherlock closed the door and locked it. "I know", he said, standing next to John. "Do you like it?"

You: "I do," John replied, turning his attention from the room to its occupant. "So, erm, entertainment. What is it you'd like me to do?"

Stranger: Sherlock grabbed John's collar and pinned him to the wall. "This", he whispered and pressed his lips on the other's.

You: John barely had time to breathe out an 'oh' before Sherlock's lips were on his own and he was pressed against that dark damask wallpaper. He yielded after a few seconds' pressure, opening his mouth and allowing Sherlock to deepen the kiss.

Stranger: Sherlock pushed his tongue forward, into John's mouth, and started to explore it eagerly, his hand running though the short blond hair and down John's neck.

You: John had never been kissed so thoroughly before, and he had to admit that it was intoxicating. The prince was kissing him...the handsome, mysterious prince. John let his own hands wander to settle on Sherlock's back and shoulder blades, pulling him closer.

Stranger: Sherlock moaned deeply and pressed himself closer to John, his hand at his hips. His fingers slipped under john's uniform.

You: John started when Sherlock's fingers brushed beneath his shirt. "Oh," he breathed, and leaned forward into Sherlock's kiss.

Stranger: Sherlock grinned against the other's lips, and brought one hand up to unbutton John's shirt, not without stroking his jawline.

You: Shivers erupted on the path Sherlock's fingers trailed around, and John decided to take a less passive role. He tugged the hem of Sherlock's own silk shirt out of his waistband, pushing his hands up the man's sides and rubbing over his exposed skin.

Stranger: Sherlock gasped quietly at the touch and hurried to open John's shirt, his eyes dark of desire. He wanted this damn soldier, here and now, and was tired of waiting.