Chapter 12: Sacrifices
Gentle touches and whispered words. Shouts, screaming. Heavy cloying sleep. Aching uncomfortable pain. Fear, anger, anxiety. Tossing, turning, more hot fiery pain. Soothing brushes along his hairline. Shh… shh…
"When will he wake up?"
"We're not sure. It should be any minute now though. He had a bit of a reaction to the anesthesia, so it's taking a little longer than usual."
"That's not good enough."
"Sherlock, they're doing their best."
"Their best is not good enough. I want him home."
"You'll get him home when he's ready, not before."
A huff was heard and some shuffling of cloth as though the person had crossed their arms. Two sets of shoes walked away a few steps, but one halted after a moment. "Patience, dear brother, is a virtue."
A scoff was the only answer this received. The footsteps continued and were silenced with the snick of a closing door. Another shuffle of cloth and some footsteps and John felt the heat of someone else's hand near his cheek. It hesitated there for a long moment before drawing away. "Why did you run?" this was asked quietly as the hand left. A minute later, the question was followed by another. "What can I do to keep you? John, what can I do? Tell me."
John lay still for a moment, partially because he wasn't sure he could make coherent sounds yet and partially because he didn't quite know how to respond to Sherlock. The man sounded desperate, broken even. John's suspicions were confirmed when he felt Sherlock's soft curls brush his arm as his head laid down on the bed and he muttered into the blanket, "Tell me what to do and I'll do it."
The former army doctor cracked his eyes open then to see that he was in a private room in some hospital. A heart monitor beeped steadily off to his left. However it was the sight of his defeated mate laying with his head in his arms, leaning against the bed that drew John. "Respecting me as a person would be a good start," John finally found his voice.
Sherlock's head jerked up and his mate's wide stormy eyes found his. "John," he breathed out. "You heard what I said," he stated, unusually obtuse.
John nodded minutely. "Sherlock, we need to talk. If I'm going to stay with you then there needs to be some rules… boundaries."
Sherlock nodded gripping John's hand like a lifeline. "I thought you were gone," he said quietly.
John dropped his eyes. "I tried to. I was going to leave just for a while. Just to see… I – I needed to know if what I felt was me or the bond."
Sherlock squeezed John's hand. "It's both, John." The blond man looked back up at his mate. "The bond only enhances what's already there. I would not have initiated it if I wasn't sure."
John's brow furrowed. "But I'm not gay," he protested.
Sherlock only smiled. "No, you're bisexual." John looked ready to protest, but Sherlock continued. "You may not have admitted it to yourself yet, but I'm guessing you've caught yourself admiring the male form on more than one occasion… possibly starting back when you used to play rugby in secondary school? And then of course, there was the army. However the bond wouldn't be so strong if you were one hundred percent heterosexual."
John's mouth closed after a second. He wasn't sure what to say to that. It was true that he'd caught himself staring at a particularly muscular form every once and a while, but he'd always attributed it to admiration… just admiring the human body. However thinking back, he did always seem to focus on certain attributes. He flushed then and Sherlock smirked as he was proven right. "Okay, so maybe I'm bisexual." And lord didn't that feel weird coming out of his mouth? "But there are still some boundaries I'd like to set up."
Sherlock scooted the cheap hospital chair he was sitting in closer. "Anything, John."
John let out a weary sigh. He was starting to feel tired again, but he had Sherlock's attention now and that didn't happen very often. "Well, like I said, respecting me as a human being instead of a submissive werewolf would be a good start. And not ordering me to do things would be another."
Sherlock frowned for a moment. "There are some thing… it would be better if I compelled you…"
"Like what?" John asked honestly curious.
"Like making sure no one else can compel you."
John's eyes widened as he took in Sherlock's meaning. If the Dominant werewolf were to compel him so that he couldn't be compelled by others… well that would just be a huge step back towards his old life. "That… that would be good," he stuttered.
Sherlock smiled. "Did you want to do it now?"
"Will it affect my ability to heal?"
"No."
"Then do it," John nodded attempting to sit up a bit.
Sherlock however stood and leaned over him, a hand resting on either side of John's head causing John to lean back once more against the pillows. The consulting detective leaned close and said in a low voice, "John Watson, I compel you to be unaffected by anyone trying to compel you, including myself, from this moment on."
John gasped as a warm shiver stole through him. "You – you didn't have to do that… that last part," he said after a long minute.
Sherlock was still hovering above him. "Yes I did," he replied before gently lowering himself and pressing his lips lightly against John's. He backed away after a few seconds, checking to make sure this was okay. John smiled and nodded. Sherlock pressed another quick kiss to John's forehead before sitting back down.
"I realized over the past twenty four hours how dependent I've become on you, John Watson, and I don't intend to lose you again. Anything you want… anything at all… we can discuss it like normal adults."
"I thought normal was boring?" John quirked an eyebrow.
Sherlock smirked. "It is… usually."
"Good to know," John smiled back.
"Sherlock, I'm going to… to be late!" John gasped out as his mate licked and nuzzled at his neck.
"You could call in?" the dark haired man suggested before nipping at his mate's Adam's Apple.
John gasped again and clenched his hands into fists, wrinkling the fine silky material of Sherlock's shirt. "No I can't… I called in last week for you."
"Hmm," Sherlock hummed as he licked the shell of John's ear. "But the things we could do instead," he murmured. "You drive me crazy, John. I want to strip you down and tie you to our bed. Your tanned skin would be more of a golden hue in the lamp light. You would shiver with anticipation, but I'd make you wait. I'd lick every single inch of you, taking my time while you writhed beneath me." Sherlock paused his monologue to suck and nip at the skin just below John's left ear. When he pulled back there was a darkening bruise already and John was panting, trying to keep himself upright against the door. Sherlock pressed against him even more to help. "You'd want me to finish you off… beg me even, but you'd enjoy it. You would want it, wouldn't you?"
"Hnng…" John articulated, his head thumping back against the wooden door. His slacks were becoming uncomfortably tight and Sherlock's body pressed up against his adding to the heat was not helping.
"Only once I was finished licking every inch of you would I move on to where you needed me most. By then you'd be nearly weeping from needing to come so badly. I'd start by licking at the head of your weeping cock. Then I'd encircle the tip and suck."
John let out a strangled moan. "Sherlock," he panted, wiggling against the consulting detective. His hips seeking any kind of friction they could.
Sherlock pulled away though. "Ah ah! You don't want this now, do you? You want to go to work."
John braced himself against the door as Sherlock pulled back, cool air sweeping in to take his place. "I swear to god that if you don't put that mouth to better use right now, I'll make sure Molly doesn't give you any fresh body parts to experiment on for a month!"
With that, Sherlock grinned as he dropped down to his knees. John's fly was down and his slacks and pants pulled down just enough to free his straining erection in no time. One of Sherlock's long fingered hands wrapped around the base constrictingly before his lips wrapped around the tip of John's cock. The dark haired detective looked up at his mate from beneath his eyelashes, making John inhale sharply.
However the next moment, Sherlock sucked viciously at the tip causing John to let out a strangled cry. He clawed at the door behind him and locked his knees into position so he wouldn't fall. Sherlock placed his free hand on John's hip, helping to keep him steady as the detective started moving. One of John's hands found its way to Sherlock's dark curls as the man bobbed up and down. He kept a steady suction going and every now and then hummed. The vibrations made John sputter and gasp for air. His tongue swept along the vein on the underside of John's cock, tickling and teasing. Finally, Sherlock released his tight grasp around the base of John's cock and not two seconds later, John was coming down Sherlock's throat. The Dominant werewolf swallowed every bit of it and continued sucking John through his orgasm.
After a minute or so, Sherlock pulled off and stood, his knees cracking a bit. He left John leaning heavily against the door while he marched into the bathroom and came back out a moment later with a damp cloth. A couple of minutes later, John was clean and had been tucked back into his pants, his slacks pulled back up and zipped in place. "What about you?" he asked looking down at the bulge in Sherlock's trousers.
"I'm waiting for tonight," he smirked.
John's eyes widened. Tonight was the full moon. Sherlock had spoken of consummating their union in their wolf forms, but he hadn't thought anymore of it since then. His head fell back against the door with a thunk again. "God, you're just trying to kill me, aren't you?"
"Perhaps," Sherlock replied as he leaned forward to peck John gently on the cheek. "Now go to work and make your mate proud."
John groaned, but straightened and grabbed his coat. It had been six months since the incident with James Moriarty and John and Sherlock's relationship had flourished. John had his job back at the hospital, but he still helped out with cases when he was free. He'd grown used to Sherlock's protectiveness over him, though he still had to metaphorically shove the Dominant werewolf back every so often when he started hovering too much. All in all, John would describe himself as the happiest he'd ever been. Yes, part of his happiness was due to the bond, but it was a good thing. Like Sherlock had explained to him, the bond only enhanced what was already there.
They had celebrated their six month anniversary by taking a short three day weekend out to a rented cottage just outside of Southampton. It had been blissful and neither of them had wanted to go back so soon. Well… John hadn't at least. Sherlock had started getting antsy about halfway through the second day. However John had quelled his agitation thoroughly several times on the queen-sized four poster bed.
John had even started to get used to the idea of turning into a wolf for three days of the month. In fact for the past two months' transformations, Sherlock had taken him outside of the flat to explore the city. Seeing London, smelling London, hearing London as a wolf was brilliant! John gleefully raced through the city chasing squirrels and pigeons. Eventually they reached Regent's Park and John turned on Sherlock to pounce on him. They spent nearly the entire night playing and running through the park, only coming back to 221b when they were too exhausted to run anymore. They'd ended up piled in a fury heap in front of the fireplace that night.
As John headed off toward the tube station to catch his train to work, a smile crossed his face. He had the next three days off of work due to the transformation that always took a lot out of him. Sherlock wanted to consummate their union in wolf form tonight. He had his own life again and wasn't required to obey other wolves' attempts to compel him. Life was good. Life was really good.
Author's Note: This is it! This is the end of the story! ...okay so I'm planning an epilogue. But plot-wise, this is it. The epilogue is pretty much going to be pure smut. I'll be uploading it at my usual time next week. I hope you've enjoyed reading this story and will check out my other works! Also, side note: this story broke a record for me. I uploaded one chapter for 10 weeks straight! Midterms broke my streak, but I'm still quite proud of that fact!
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