Here you go! Another chapter! YAY! Beta'd of course…
Important: I'm going on vacation soon and will try to update asap, I'm hoping the vacation will clear my head ;)
Sherlock and Mycroft watched as John continued to examine himself. After a while John suddenly stopped. He looked from Mycroft to Sherlock.
"I'm hungry," He said.
"There is blood in the kitchen," Mycroft said walking away.
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"John, slow down. You're going to regret drinking so much," Sherlock said. John had already drunk four glasses of blood. He started to pour some more.
"I can't help it," John said in between gulps. "It tastes so good." After the fifth glass John realized Sherlock was right. His stomach was full and he felt like vomiting. He groaned and slammed his head on the table.
"Told you," Sherlock said mockingly.
"Shut up," John groaned. "I think I need to lie down." Sherlock helped John up to his room, the same room John was turned in. Once John hit the bed he passed out mumbling about never drinking that much blood again.
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Mycroft sat in the main room examining his own umbrella. Sherlock walked in flopping in to the chair across from his brother and gave a loud sigh. The older Holmes put his umbrella down and looked at his brother but said nothing.
"Any news on Moriarty?" Sherlock asked looking up at the ceiling.
"No, I'm afraid he has gotten away and something tells me if he attacked you so close to here than he knows where you are," Mycroft said in a business-like manner. "I'll arrange a place for you and John to escape to."
"No." Sherlock said "I'm not going to run. I'm going to fight." Mycroft smiled.
"I'll gather my men," Mycroft said. Sherlock looked at his brother with a serious face.
"I want to face Moriarty alone."
"So, you will but as we both know Moriarty will attack with other werewolves and so we'll need all the vampires we can get." Sherlock said nothing to show his agreement. "Tomorrow night is a full moon. I expect that is when Moriarty will attack."
"I'll be ready for him."
"And what of young Doctor Watson?"
"I want you to take him far away from here. I don't want him to get hurt."
"He really has gotten to you, hasn't he," Mycroft stood up to leave. "I'll have him sent to a secure location at once." He walked to the door.
"Wait." Mycroft stopped in his tracks. "Let me spend the day with him, incase it's my last."
"As you wish," Mycroft said. "But on one condition."
"What?" Sherlock asked in confusion.
"Tell him how you feel."
'Easier said than done,' Sherlock thought.
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John woke up in the morning and found that he couldn't exactly move. Something was wrapped around his body, including his arms, tightly. He looked down at the pale hands on his chest. John said nothing; he didn't even try to move from the man's grip. He felt comfortable and safe.
"John."
"Yes," John said jumping a little at the sudden break in silence.
"What do you remember about becoming a vampire?" John thought back.
"I remember you sucking my blood and then-"John stopped. "You… we…" He broke out of Sherlock's grasp and sat up to look at him. "We did… you know…" He was almost too embarrassed to say it. Maybe it was just a dream, a painful yet pleasurable dream.
"Yes John, we did."
"Oh," was all John could say. Before he knew it Sherlock pushed him down, flat on the bed. Sherlock's legs were on the sides of John's hips and his hands on John's shoulders. John was speechless.
Sherlock pressed his lips on to John's, sticking his tongue in, exploring and tasting John. The blonde let it happen; he wasn't sure what else to do. Sherlock's hips pressed in to the shorter man's.
"Sherlock," John said as Sherlock licked and kissed his neck.
"Are you okay?" Sherlock asked afraid that maybe John didn't want this.
"Take me like you did before," The blonde whispered in to his ear. Sherlock smiled and unbuttoned his own shirt and throwing it to the floor. John sat up just enough to pull off his jumper along with the shirt under it. The man above him quickly pushed him down attacking his lips.
Sherlock wasn't just dominant in daily life but in bed as well. He kissed John down to his chest and then to his stomach reaching his trousers. He pulled them off along with John's underwear with vampire speed. He grabbed John and pumped. John moaned with pleasure bucking his hips, trying to make Sherlock pump faster.
"Sherlock," He moaned. "Faster." Sherlock obeyed. He pumped faster and faster. Until he was at vampire speed. John moaned louder and louder until he came in his lovers hand screaming, "Sherlock!"
John reached his hand up cupping Sherlock's cheek. He kissed the man above him passionately. Reaching down, he unbuttoned the taller man's trousers. Sherlock quickly ripped away the rest of his clothes.
Sherlock reached to the bed side table and open the draw pulling out a bottle of lube that had been provided by someone he didn't even want to think about at the moment. He slicked it on himself and threw the bottle on the floor.
John spread his legs wide. Sherlock positioned himself and inched his way in being careful not to hurt John like last time. The blonde didn't seem to care; he bucked his hips trying to get Sherlock to move in faster. He was finally all the way in, moving back and forth, they both moaned each other's name.
"John, I love you," Sherlock whispered and then increased his speed. He went faster and faster, in and out of John. It was lightning speed to the naked eye but to John and Sherlock it was normal speed and everything and everyone else was in slow motion. Sherlock came in John and they both yelled incoherently. Sherlock slumped over John. Each rested there for a long time in silence until John broke it.
"I love you too, Sherlock."
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John woke up finding Sherlock pacing back and forth in the room. He seemed distressed about something.
"Sherlock, are you okay?" John asked. Sherlock stopped in his tracks and walked back to the bed flopping on to it next to John. Cupping John's cheek in his hand, they kissed.
"Never better," Sherlock answered.
They spent the day together. John never thought Sherlock could be so passionate. All day, Sherlock kissed and hugged John for all sorts of reasons and sometimes for no reason at all. John could tell that something seemed to be bothering his lover.
Sherlock smiled more than usual and most of it was in fact genuine but some of it was because he was trying to hide his sadness from John. He wondered if John would ever forgive him for protecting John against his will. Then he wondered would he live to see if John would forgive him.
It was getting to be the end of the day and the lovers decided to take a stroll in the graveyard which John found to be a bit cliché for vampires but there wasn't a garden to stroll through so he supposed the graveyard would have to do.
They sat on a large stone gravestone and watched the sun set (of course they wore sun lotion so they wouldn't burst in to flame).
"John," Sherlock started. If he was going to die he wanted to say his goodbyes properly and explain himself so maybe they would leave each other on good terms.
"Yes," John said leaning on Sherlock who put his arm around the smaller man.
"I'm going to face Moriarty tonight."
"What?" John pulled away from Sherlock. "When? How? Why?" He wasn't sure what to say or do. After what's happened and knowing Moriarty's power, how could Sherlock even think about facing him?
"I'm facing Moriarty, tonight, one on one; because I have to get rid of him before he tries to hurt you again." Sherlock seemed to answer all of John's questions.
"He could kill you," John said in a panic.
"He probably will." Sherlock pulled John in to a tight embrace. John was about to protest but was pulled away from Sherlock by two large, strong vampires.
"It's time," Mycroft said gravely. Sherlock nodded and looked at John.
"I love you John," He said kissing his stunned lover. John then started to struggle.
"Sherlock, I can help you," John said but Sherlock walked away following Mycroft in to the house. "Sherlock!" John called as he was pulled to away and to a car. "Sherlock! I love you!" he yelled as the Holmes brothers disappeared in to the house and John in to a car.
I slapped the writer's block back in the face and was able to write this chapter. I've started a new fic called Sherpunzel but it will not get in the way me of writing this one so no worries :).