Hi Folks, warning, three guys having sex, so anal sex, blow jobs, lots of kissing, a gift to the lovely RavenOceana for the idea Eric/Sherlock Sandwich
This takes place between chapters 71 and 72 of Seeking
It uses all three points of view, Eric, Sherlock, and Johns.
Eric had nearly died. Again. This time it had been such a close call that he had done what he really did not like to do, which was call on the Old Gods, namely Verhaiya, the Goddess of the Void, Goddess of Healing and Medicine. One did not ask the Old Gods to allow someone who was for all technicalities dead without giving something in exchange. Her price for allowing him to live was simple. Well by the Old Gods views it was simple. John was to find a way to heal Eric's broken psyche so he could finally get a proper bondmate because let's face it, Aiden's mother had never been one. He had seven days to do it in. One day per Old God. If on the eighth day he was not healed, then the cobra would still die and he would get the death backlash.
It was not an ideal situation.
As he paced in Eric's library he was trying to consider all of his options. Hoping that he could figure out something out that would do the trick. He barely notices when his bondmate shows up a few hours later, because his mind is so filled up, until Sherlock catches him during his pace and stops him for a deep kiss.
Sighing, he arches into his mate. Wishing that there was a way he could share the sensation with the taller man.
"Hmmmm, hello love," he murmurs as he kisses him back.
A small smile curves his human mates lips, "Hello," he replies in his low baritone, "How's Eric?"
Sighing again, he leans his head against his taller mates shoulder, closing his eyes and answering, "I have seven days to figure out how to heal the breaks in his soul or he dies and I possibly go insane."
He feels more than sees his mate nod once before he demands, "Tell me what has been tried in the past."
"MindHealing, three times, once Daria, once me, once both of us. Did not work. No effect at all. Sex once, awkward as hell, did nothing for either of us, but it was the closest to being anywhere near successful. Human style therapy. Memory softening. Empathy and dark empathy. Everything we came up with failed." He replies, eyes still shut as he leans into his love.
For a long while the two men stand there calmly. He is leaning into his loves taller body and waiting to see if he can come up with something.
"Sex," the tall human murmurs, "describe it to me."
His eyes flicker open in shock as he looks up at the taller man, studying him for a moment before answering, "We got slightly plastered, it was not long after our link first formed actually and the feeling of brokenness from him was like an itch I could not scratch. So while we were plastered I came up with the idea to see if we could make him feel less broken through sex. The following morning we agreed never to mention it again."
His bondmate just holds him as he thinks about it for a little bit. Finally the tall human comments, "I believe it would work, but you would have to be completely sober, and that link that the rest of the pack doesn't seem to mention."
"What?" he yelps, just about falling over as he leans back to stare at his mate.
Sherlock narrows his startling eyes at him, explaining, "Simple logic, it was the closest you came, because you two were probably linked, for at least part of it. I am guessing not that full link you two do, but still mind to mind. So if you link completely, that link that shares bodies as much as minds, he will be able to feel your link with me. Then the two of us will pull him into the link for the time and see if our solid connection can be used to mend where Aiden's mother shredded. That is the goal isn't it?"
He wants to argue with Sherlock, but something tells him that would be ineffective. His beautiful mate has probably already figured out the lack of success that would occur from any other method and have a reason for why he was considering inviting the most deadly member of their pack into their bed.
"We are the only bondmate coupe that could do it, everyone else would end up dead." his mate informs him gently. "I had noticed that you are the only one besides children and Jace who can touch him without a violent response. Thus it would have to be us."
"Goddess below Sherlock," he groans, rubbing a hand across his face. He knows his mate is right but he really does not want to repeat the experience they had a few years before he met his love.
"As his doctor, when would you say the safest time to attempt this will be?" his lover asks, watching him closely.
Groaning, he palms his face as he considers it. This was madness but it might work for that reason alone. Finally he answers, "When he is between sleep and wakefulness, it's the one time I can gain complete control without having to use my gifts on him."
"Then we should do so now. Before he awakens or you talk yourself out of it." Sherlock tells him. "Because I bet when you to did whatever you did, you did not treat him anywhere as carefully as you do me. I would suggest you do."
Sighing, he nods and leads the tall human down the hall and upstairs towards where the black cobra is resting on his massive bed. He is certain this is going to be one of those days he could have done without.
Once in the room he stops to study his tall friend for a moment. Eric's long body is stretched out on top of the blankets despite the fact he had been place under them. The obsidian scales that highlight his pale flesh and make his features appear even sharper. Short black hair that is currently tousled in sleep, not his normal spiked up style. All sharp angles and lines, much like his loves.
There is no way he is not telling the black cobra of what they are doing, that would be like asking for a death sentence. So instead he will awake him with a sharp command even as he grasp his mind and fills him in. The chances are good that he won't break the link and will try, but it is a dangerous game to be playing.
Eric, he murmurs to him even as he takes hold of his body, leaving his mind available.
Hmmm, the cobra replies as he awakens, there had best be a good reason for why you have a firm hold on my mind and are thinking about fucking your bondmate because otherwise I think I am going to be pissed.
Look, he commands the cobra, pulling up the memories from the last several hours. Do you accept?
Those obsidian eyes narrow as he glances between the two of them before stretching in that boneless fashion only cats and snakes can pull off. "I agree," he murmurs with what control he has left of his body before handing it the rest of the way over to him.
Moments later they are fully linked, not just the partial link that most their kind are familiar with. But complete, mind to mind, linking. Both bodies can be controlled by both shifters, all feels shared between them, amplified even. What one feels and thinks, so too does the other one. Right now Eric is getting a heavy dose of desire for his mate.
Wait. His mate? He doesn't have a mate. That was the problem the bitch…his mind is derailed from that train of thought as he feels lips press against him, a slow sinuous kiss that starts off teasing and builds into passion. Goddess below did that feel good. When was the last time it felt that good to be touched? Why wasn't he smelling as he kissed him? Shared bodies.
For his effort Sherlock was trying to distract the two shifter the best he could. He found that kissing John with fire rolling in his blood was having an obvious effect on both of them since they were both getting hard and breathing heavier. Finally, shoving his shorter mate backwards, he pushes him onto the large bed. Not once does he break his kiss as he does so. Once they are on the bed he pulls off John's shirt, long fingers dancing over his skin as he considers the best way to strum his nerves on the shared link.
In the time they had been together he had learned a great many ways to make his beautiful wolf sigh in need, groan in pleasure, or moan in need. Now he just needed to do it to both of them.
Give over, Eric murmurs, demanding access to his body but keeping the mind lock.
The golden wolf does so without questioning why that could be a bad idea. The next thing he knows is his mate is pressed against his front, long slender body still far to dressed and he is pressing against his own back. It is most unusual. Long fingers, tipped with tiny scales explore him with ease as a pair of unfamiliar lips carefully play at his neck.
Growling, he grabs hold of his mates shirt, tugging on it. The scent of desire and need hangs heavy on the air. Sitting back a bit, his mate quickly strips of the offending garment and throws it over towards the door, unerringly despite his lack of attention managing to get it on the chair there.
Two sets of hands are slowly circling his waist, making his head spin and he cannot help but think that he can lean against himself or this could be a problem because he is not sure that his body can take standing right now. One of the sets of hands manages to unbutton his slacks, while the other pair pulls them off and somehow shifts him around without really moving to get them all the way off of his legs.
His mate though, his mate still had on his pants, only wait no he was already undressed. When did he get undressed? Giving a small shake of his blonde head he consider it for a moment but decided to just let it slide. There were too many other things going on right now for him to be concerned about that.
After stripping off all of his clothing Sherlock pressed himself back against John's front even as he leaned over the golden wolf's shoulder to catch the cobra by surprise and kiss him with John still sandwiched between them. It was hotter than he expected, watching as his actions on his love cause both the shifter to react was amazing. Somewhere along the way, his golden wolf moved because he was suddenly pressed tightly between the two shifters with John pressed close to his back. One set of short fingers gently playing with his asshole while another set of hands was exploring him. What really got his attention though was the fact that they tasted completely different yet the same when he kissed them. How was that even possible?
Since they had not planned for this properly, he was happy that he had taken to keeping a small thing of lube in his coat and had set it on the nightstand because his lover was preparing him and ohh….his mind short circuited as John slowly worked his length inside of him. In front of him Eric stopped kissing his lips and proceeded to move down his body, rough tongue exploring in a fashion that was both achingly familiar and not at the same time.
His head falls back against John's shoulder as his love continues to slowly move in and out of his body. Eyes drift almost completely shut as he watches Eric lick his way down his body uintil he has released a soft breath against his dick. He can do nothing more than gasp as the cobra first palms him, then tastes him with the tip of his tongue , before finally nearly swallowing him whole and making him see stars.
"Hmmmmm," he groans, not sure if he wants to push back onto John, or shove forward into Eric. Either way, he knows that this is not going to last much longer. He's not wrong either. Within a quick few licks he is coming undone, in the cobra's mouth while John is still steadily fucking his ass. "Harder," he whispers, knowing his wolf will listen. Sure enough he does, and within moments he is coming as well. That leaves only one partner undone so far.
With a speed that seems to startle the cobra, he shoves the taller man backwards onto his back before shifting positioning so he can return the favor to the slender man. His musk tastes differently than his John's but it is not bad. Within a short period of time, he has the cobra hissing as he comes deep in his throat.
Somehow, someone in their little pile of limbs and body parts produces a semi-wet cloth and everybody finds themselves quickly cleaned before they pass out.
The last thing that John can think before sleep claims him is, I wonder if it worked?