You Belongs To Me

Part One

AN: Okay, this is a one-shot vamp!lock for sleeping_lion7 as she asked so nicely for one :) I hope you don't mind it being so long ;) xxxx

Summary: Sherlock is a vampire that has been looking for a mate for over 1000 years, he unexpectedly finds one in the form of an ex-Army Doctor named John Watson. As a vampire, he has a natural instinct of possessiveness but how will John feel when Sherlock chases away anyone who threatens to take him from Sherlock.

Warnings: Angst, blood-lust, aggression, manipulation, some sexual nature and sexuality crisis.

"That's the fifth girlfriend you've scared away, Sherlock. What is wrong with you?"

"She's dull and stupid." Sherlock replies, plucking the strings on his violin.

"Oh God, you are such a child. Not everyone has the brain capacity as intellectual as yours, ya know."

"Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment, Sherlock! If you don't stop being so childish then I'll be forced to move out." John replies, heading to the kitchen.

In a flash, Sherlock moves from his chair and pins John against the wall.

"How did you move so fast. That's not possible. Ow, you're really strong, Sherlock." John cries, struggling to escape from Sherlock's tight hold.

"John, look at me. Look in my eyes." Sherlock growls in a low voice.

John tries to avoid Sherlock's eyes but he can't and obeys.

"You're not going to leave me. You want to stay here, with me."

"Yeah, of course I do. I want to stay here with you."

"Good." Sherlock replies softly, letting go of John.

John makes his way into the kitchen.

"Tea?" John asks, boiling the kettle.

"No, thank you." Sherlock replies, plucking the strings of his violin again.

"So are you going to eat anything? What about Angelo's tonight, I know you like it there?"

"I don't eat, you know that, John. But yes, Angelo's sounds nice."

"Alright then, it's a date." John smiles, pouring the water into the mugs.

"Really?" Sherlock asks, stopping plucking his violin.

"Well, purely in a sense of friendship, of course."

"Well, it's a date then."

"Christ, Sherlock. When did you sneak in here?" John jumps as Sherlock is now only two feet away from him.

"I don't sneak, John." Sherlock smiles, snatching up the hot mug off the side.

"Be careful, Sherlock. You could bloody scold yourself. And of course you don't sneak. You pounce, like a cat, right?" John jokes, grabbing his own mug off the side.

"No, I am graceful, like a cat." Sherlock grins, knocking John slightly but enough to make him tumble before catching him with one arm and John's mug with the other.

Sherlock holds him in a dip position and places the mug back on the side. "You see?" He grins wider and then slowly pulls John back upright.

He can hear John's pulse rising but can't be sure if it's from adrenaline or something more deeper. He leaves his hand on the small of John's back and John is aware that the younger man is purposely invading his space.

"Sherlock, what are you doing?" John rasps, still shocked from what's just happened.

"Testing a theory."

"Sherlock, I am not your guinea pig. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to my book until we are ready to leave." John replies, moving away from Sherlock slowly.

"John." Sherlock says, grabbing the doctor's arm as he passes. "Tell me you love me." He continues, staring into John's eyes.

"I ... I can't, Sherlock. I'm sorry." John replies sadly, pulling out of Sherlock's grasp.

You can't trick him into loving you, Sherlock.

How many times have I told you not to use telepathy on me, Mycroft.

Your powers are incredibly strong, dear brother. It's hard not to sense them. You're giving too much of your ability off, it will get you noticed.

I said stop it, Mycroft!

Fine, I'll go now. But remember, you can't manipulate him. If he loves you then he will tell you, otherwise it won't happen. Now, behave.

I will. Now get out of my mind.

Good luck, little brother.

"Sherlock! Are you bloody deaf? I've been shouting you for five minutes. Where is your head at?" John exclaims, walking back into the kitchen.

"Sorry, I was just thinking. What's wrong?"

" I just wondered if seven o'clock was okay, for Angelo's?"

"Yes, perfect."

"Alright then. I'm going to go for a shower."

"Okay." Sherlock replies, grabbing his drink and lying on the couch.

A few minutes later he hears the shower turn on and walks slowly to the bathroom.

"Sherlock! What are you doing?!" John exclaims as Sherlock strips and steps into the shower with John.

"John, we can shower together. We live together, it's perfectly okay." Sherlock replies, forcing John to look at him once more.

"But, Sherlock ..."

"I know you have feelings for me, John. I can sense it. But I need you to tell me what they are."

"Sherlock. I'm straight, you know that, right?"

"Why isn't it working?" Sherlock growls, pinning John against the shower wall.

"Why is what not working?" John asks, once again struggling under Sherlock's grip.

"You should be doing as I say." Sherlock continues to growl frustratedly.

"What? Listen, Sherlock, I know I let you get away with a lot but come on, this is taking the piss."

"No! You have to love me, you have to." Sherlock half growls and half cries, shaking John violently.

"Sherlock! You're actually starting to hurt me now! Let go!" John shouts, now furiously struggling against Sherlock's tight grip.

"John, listen to me. You have to. I can't make you but you have to please. I've been waiting over a thousand years for you. Say it!" Sherlock cries, slamming John hard against the wall on the last sentence.

"What are you talking about, Sherlock. You're mad!" John cries back, tears now running down his cheeks.

"Oh, John. My dear John. What have I done to you?" Sherlock's voice softens and his grip lessens.

John stares at the younger man; he looks scared and vulnerable. Not like the man he was just moments ago and it's actually breaking John's heart.

"Sherlock. Look at me. Tell me what's wrong. I can help you, I promise." John replies gently, lifting Sherlock's chin up to look him in the eyes.

"You can't help me. You wouldn't understand." Sherlock whispers sadly, letting go of John and stepping backwards.

"Try me, Sherlock." John replies, stepping closer to Sherlock, all thoughts of how he's naked and in the shower with his flat mate forgotten.

"Your scent,it's like a drug to me. It's so intoxicating. I can smell you from another room."

"Well, I'm sorry." John replies shyly, stepping away from the detective.

"No, don't be. It's amazing." Sherlock says softly, dragging John into his arms then running his hands over the doctor's chest and arms.

"Oh, um, thanks." John blushes, feeling self-conscious under Sherlock's wandering gaze.

Any sane person would have thrown their same-sex roommate out of the bathroom and been completely angry but surprisingly John doesn't mind being scrutinized by Sherlock's gaze, he's actually thankful that someone appreciates his body.

"I'm making you uncomfortable." It's a statement more than a question and causes the younger man to move his hands off of John.

"It's okay, I don't mind."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's ... nice." John smiles sweetly, letting his own eyes wander over Sherlock's body.

"So, you like what you see?" Sherlock quirks an eyebrow at John's eye wandering.

John blushes again and decides to look at the ceiling.

Sherlock uses this moment to grab one of John's hands and direct it to his chest. John jumps at the contact but doesn't pull away.

"You don't have to feel anything for me. I won't get angry, again. I'll just have to live with that knowledge."

"You said you've waited over a thousand years for me, what did you mean?"

"I can't tell you."

"You have to." John replies, pulling his hand away.

"No. Please." Sherlock cries, dragging John flush against him.

Something stirs inside John and Sherlock picks it up immediately.

"Can I kiss you?" Sherlock blurts out suddenly, eyeing John carefully.

"Well ..."

Sherlock takes this as a yes and pulls John's face closer to his own, kissing him fiercely.

After the initial shock, John involuntarily moans into Sherlock's mouth.

Everything inside him is telling him to pull away because this is a man and he's straight but his sexual biology is thoroughly enjoying the kiss. He begins to realise that it's the best kiss he's ever experienced and Sherlock seems to know what he likes. The younger man uses his tongue to probe every part of John's mouth while gently stroking his arm and hair.

Before John can stop himself, his left hand tangles itself in Sherlock's damp curls while his right strokes his lower back. Eventually, he pulls away, breathless.

"Wow." He replies simply, cheeks flushed and hair ruffled into all directions.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. That was amazing." John smiles, continuing to play with Sherlock's hair.

"Did you feel like you had to reciprocate? Did you like it?" Sherlock asks nervously, letting go of John's hair.

"No. I mean at first my brain was screaming to stop but then I liked it and didn't want it to stop."

"So, it was good for you then?"

"It was fantastic, probably the best kiss I've ever had. How did you know what I liked?"

"Now that's the difficult thing. I'm ... I'm a vampire." Sherlock whispers softly, moving to the other side of the shower.

"A vampire? Like Twilight?"

"No, not like fucking Twilight!" Sherlock growls, stepping into John's personal space again.

There was no hiding the skip of John's heartbeat at the proximity of the vampire then.

"Sorry. So what then?"

"I can use telepathy to communicate with other vampires and read minds, like yours. I can also manipulate people's thoughts with it ..."

"Wait what, is that what you did to me before? You manipulated my thoughts?!"

"John, I'm sorry. But I ...need you. I didn't want to lose you. I ... I love you."

"What? Of course, that's what all that was about before." John replies, referring to the earlier episode in the shower.

"Yes. I want you so much. It's like my body reacts whenever you walk in the room."

"Excuse me."

"Not like that. I mean, it's like I have a heart again. A heart that only seems to be present when you're around."

"Wow. That has to be the weirdest yet most romantic thing I've ever heard. Now I know what it feels like for a woman to hear something like that."

"Please, John, let me claim you."

"Let you ... what?" John looks puzzled at Sherlock's words.

"Claim you. Make you my partner. It's just a bite and we can be together."

"Wait, you have to bite me?"

"Yes, I promise we can do it however you want. It doesn't have to be a straight bite, I could do it while we're having intercourse ..."

"Sherlock, stop. Intercourse? Biting? What the hell is going on?"

"I'm a vampire. So is Mycroft. And we spend our trying to find a mate, someone we can connect with and love. It's just like humans but we turn our mate into a vampire."

"Hold on, Mycroft is a vampire too? So is that why Lestrade has been acting weird?"

"Well, yes. He and Mycroft are ... together now. Mycroft is wanting to turn him soon."

"I love how everyone else knows about vampires before I do and I'm living with one?!" John exclaims, moving away from Sherlock again.

"Ssh, John. Not everyone knows. I haven't told Mrs Hudson yet. I know it sounds selfish but I had to be sure you wouldn't leave me if I told you. I'm sorry." Sherlock cries, looking hurt.

"No, I'm sorry. It's okay. I won't leave you, I promise."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"So you'll let me claim you?"

"Soon. Just let me process all of this first, okay?"

"Do you want me to leave then?" Sherlock asks, stepping out of the shower.

"I guess you can stay. I really don't mind." John smiles,holding out a hand for Sherlock to take.

Sherlock takes his hand and drags John into him, kissing him passionately while running his hands all over John's body.

"You're really good with your tongue." John moans when Sherlock moves to his neck, gently licking and sucking.

"You should let me work on other areas." Sherlock grins into his neck, causing John to moan louder as images of the amazing things Sherlock can do run through his mind at a hundred mileage an hour.

Sherlock reads what he's thinking and drops to his knees.

"Sherlock, what are you ... Oh God, Sherlock." John groans as Sherlock takes his cock in his mouth and does some delightful things with his tongue before gently adding teeth.

John slams his hands onto the wall to steady himself, his orgasm coming quicker than he'd like it too.

"Sherlock. I ... Sherlock!" John screams as the orgasm rips through his body.

"So perfect." Sherlock smiles, standing up and watching John's features; flushed cheeks, pupils blown wide and teeth biting his bottom lip. "Absolutely beautiful."

"Mm." John murmurs, still trying to compose himself.

"You okay?" Sherlock asks, looking concerned.

"That ... Wow." John pants, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I don't think I can do dinner though, I'm spent."

"Give me ten minutes. I'll get dressed and then get something to go. Angelo won't mind."

"That would be great ... sweetheart." John sighs, collapsing to the floor.

"Did you just call me sweetheart?" Sherlock asks, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around himself.

"Well, we are a couple, aren't we?" John smiles softly.

"I guess we are, I'll be right back, mi amor hermoso."

"Yo tambiénte amo, mi amor hermoso." John replies, smiling warmly.

"You speak Spanish?"

"I travelled a lot, being a very good Army doctor."

"I think Mycroft could warm to you." Sherlock winks before he heads of to his bedroom.

John smiles in relief, maybe this relationship won't be as bad as he first made out.