So, this is the last chapter of seduction. I don't know whether to be sad that it's over or happy that I pulled it off. It was an idea that I had for a long time and I'm glad I was able to share it with you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. This isn't corrected yet, I couldn't bring myself to not share the end with you already, I'll replace this chapter the moment it's corrected by my amazing bête HollyEmpire00.
This was my last enormous author note for this story, I'm working on another one, I just can't find my notes for the minute, but don't worry I'll be back ;)

John was sure he wasn't imagining it. It couldn't be coincidence. First the cashier, then the old lady across Bart's and now at the Yard. People staring at him, pointing at him or giggling behind their hands. He had checked twice whether his zipper was up or whether he hadn't forgotten to get dressed (like on what Sherlock called 'the best Tuesday of his life'), but came out negative on both. He really couldn't find a reason shy people would laugh at him.

He had tried to ignore it at first, but it kept happening. Sherlock didn't seem bothered, but that was probably because Lestrade called them in with what promised to be an interesting case. So Sherlock walked by the secret glares, the whispered words and the occasional outcry, without a blink of the eye.
John however couldn't shut it out so easily and couldn't help himself but try to understand what everybody was saying, hoping to get what was so damn funny! He came out empty handed however. The only audible things were gasps of, probably, amazement, like 'what?!' or 'NO!'.
So he concluded that he must have done something shocking. Well that was something new. Not! Like living and since recently sleeping with the world's only consulting detective, the great Sherlock Holmes, wasn't shocking enough, he done something even worse, apparently.

Not that anybody knew he and the Yard's biggest asshole (not his favourite nickname) were together, he wanted to enjoy his boyfriend (his BOYFRIEND!) for a little while longer, without having to hear everybody's, unwanted, opinion.

"Sherlock, John." Lestrade greeted them, "Thank you for making time from your," Lestrade snickered "busy schedule."
This was exactly what John meant. This and the fact both agent Donovan and Anderson had voluntary stepped into the same room as Sherlock, without being asked, were other examples of his theory.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at home?" Anderson sneered, though the usual malice was now accompanied by a smirk.
"I believe the question in what are you doing here? I don't see the necessity of a horrible forensic for a simple robbery. Especially if there are already two sergeants in the room."
"Yes, thank you Anderson. Please continue with your job, there is enough still to be done, don't you think." Lestrade waved Anderson away.
"Freak!" and with those cheerful last words, Anderson left the room.
"I do have to agree with him, though," Lestrade said, "I didn't really expected you'd come when I texted you. Not now you have, you know, better things to do." He got a bit red in the neck from embarrassment.
"You call me in for a burglary where the television and computer and other electronics are not stolen, but replaced by the newer and better models and expect me not to come? Why?"
"Well..."
"Oh come on, we've all read that you two have better things to do now."Donovan intervened.
John flushed red in the face. Had they slipped something? Looked at the wrong way? Touched too much? No, she said she had read it. Did he go a bit overboard on his blog, he would have to check of course, but he had proof read everything at least twice, just to avoid that.
"When...How...What... Where did you read that? I mean it's just some gossip. You really shouldn't believe everything the internet says, it's only correct about 70 percent of the time." John tried to convince them that it wasn't true, but he knew it was a hopeless case. Donovan was laughing, Lestrade tried his best not to, but failed miserable and Sherlock looked just confused at him, probably also wondering where people could've read about their relationship.
"You mean you don't know?" Donovan shriek with laughter, "Your boyfriend here, posts an entire article about what kissing you does to his body and mind and compares it with what he found on the internet on his website and he didn't tell you?"
Oh, that would explain the confused look Sherlock had and why he wasn't bothered by the stares. He knew why. Bastard.

John stayed silent for the entire time they were at the Yard and stayed still in the cab as well. When they arrived home, he silently made tea (just one cup) and settled into his chair. He hadn't sat there much recently, not since he and Sherlock got together, because he enjoyed it if Sherlock and he would cuddle together on the couch.
"John, is there something wrong?" Oh like he didn't know.
"I don't know Sherlock, is there?" he wouldn't give in that easily. He didn't care if he was overreacting, it was a principle thing.
"Well, you've been incredibly silent, you only made tea for yourself and you're sitting in your chair. Where I don't fit. I'd say there is." Sherlock said, obviously in detective mode.
"Good, that answers your question, doesn't it? Well, I'm rather tired, so I'm going to bed." He gulped the last of his tea down and stood up, making his way to stairs leading to his room.

It didn't feel right to be in his own bed. Because it wasn't his bed. He hadn't slept here for a couple of weeks only, but he started to think of Sherlock's bed as his own.
His pondering was disturbed by the shrieking of the door.
"John, I can't sleep. Our bed is too cold without you." Sherlock silently said, clearly disturbed.
"No thank you, I'm fine. And you can go without sleep for a couple of nights, you've done so before."
"John, please tell me what I've done. I've been thinking about it the entire time, but I can't wrap my head around it. Please, just tell me."
Maybe it was because of the begging or maybe it was because Sherlock sounded so desperate or maybe it just was because John knew he wouldn't sleep in his bed and he had an early shift tomorrow, but he gave in, and made room for the detective to sneak in his bed.
"Why didn't you tell me you wrote that article about us?" he asked eventually, not knowing how else to start.
"I never told you about any of the articles I wrote, why should I've told you about this one?" Sherlock really didn't know that why it would upset John did he?
"Well, I thought we were going to keep it quiet for a little while longer. Just the two of us, you know?" John took Sherlock's hand, to show him he wasn't angry anymore. It felt wonderful to feel Sherlock's long, slender fingers between his own. It always did.
"Why would we do that?" Sherlock asked genuinely confused. "I want everybody to know that we're together" then he softly added "that you chose me."
John was surprised. It wasn't like Sherlock to be as, sweet almost, as that. "Of course I chose you, there was never a question about it, but I would have liked it when we could go out for a date or just for dinner without people staring at us and posting all kind of things online."
"Oh, that makes sense, I guess." Sherlock said, before he nested him against John.

"John?"
"Mhh?" John replied, still half asleep
"Why would people post about our relationship?" Sherlock asked him, obviously confused as the reason why people would do that kind of thing.
"I already told you we are an internet hype as the consulting detective and his little help, even before we gotten together. Back then they posted whether or not we were..."
"But weren't!" Sherlock interrupted his explication.
"Yes, but people thought we were" John tried to explain again.
"That's just stupid," Sherlock said "It was obvious we weren't."
"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but looking back we did act like a couple sometimes. We lived together, although I still don't find that a good reason, we went out for dinner together more times than I can count, we worked together, whereby we spend most of our time together and still I liked you and you didn't find me boring. I can see how people got confused." John clarified, once again wondering why they hadn't noticed it sooner.
"Yes, I can see that, but there was one point that would have given our status away immediately to anyone who would look."
"Oh?" John wondered.
"Me, pining after you and being jealous about all your dates." Sherlock said in a way that would sound indifferent to most people, but which John knew he used when he was opening himself up. He kissed Sherlock long and slowly.
"Don't forget that I've been actively trying to seduce you for so many months."
"Yes, that might have given it away too." Sherlock admitted. "But I still think you should have told me, we would have been together for an equality of months."
"Why would know you could be so blind." John teased.
"Why would know you could be so tongue-tied." Sherlock teased back.

Ant that is how our two boys lived. They fought when Sherlock was being a bastard and made up when he acted cute or seductive.
At the Yard, people got used to the fact that they giggled and kissed at crime scenes.
Mycroft had to remove all his camera's since it seemed that our boys love for each other wasn't restricted to the bedroom.

Live was good and so were they!

THE END!

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