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Chapter 37
John's POV
For a long while after the two of them make love on the living room floor, they lay on the comfortable rug enjoying the fire. His bondmate drifts in and out of sleep, resting with his dark-haired head on his arm. Eventually he joins him in drifting in and out of sleep. He is awoken to Sherlock jerking upright, breathing heavy, and he is awake and alert in an instance looking for the threat, when he realizes that there is nothing, he lays back and smiling.
Lifting his left wrist he studies the small circle, watching as it changes. It will be forty-eight hours before the final pattern is done. It appears as if it is going to be a spiral design. Smiling, he looks over at his lover and bondmate, studying the sharp edged man as he sits back and looks around.
"Hey, love, how are you feeling?" he inquires, sitting up and stretching.
His dark head tilts a little as he glances over at him. lifting his right arm he looks at his wrist frowning, before he reaches over to grab his, staring at the mark that is morphing on his arm. "I don't have a mark. Why don't I have a mark?" he mutters as he compares our wrists.
Rotating his arm around, he slips his fingers against the taller mans arm and tugs him into his embrace, "Hey, calm down, don't worry, it will appear. If I am not mistaken it can take a little while for humans to form the mark once they accept the bond because their bodies actually have to produce the pigments. Your pack marks are made of psionic energy, the bondmark however is a permanent mark that only goes away upon the death of one of the partners."
"Oh," his tall bondmate murmurs in response. He looks like he is about to say something else but he ducks his head and starts blushing when his stomach starts to growl.
Smiling, he scoots closer to the table and opens one of the see-through bowels, grabbing a piece of cantaloupe and offering it to the picky man. Eyes narrow, the dark-haired human considers it for a moment before accepting it. He watches him as he chews it to see what his reaction is. When he seems to enjoy it, he picks a piece of honey-melon out and offers it to him, waiting until he has taken it before grabbing a piece for himself. Several peaceful moments pass with him alternating between eating fruit and feeding fruit to his mate.
Eventually he gets thirsty, and not wanting the water that the girls had so nicely left for them in an ice bucket on the snack table he inquires, "Would you like some tea?"
His dark-haired bondmate nods, looking around the room at the candles that do not appear to have gone down much. He can just about hear the experiment forming in the taller man's mind. Smiling, he kisses him slowly, until both of them are breathing heavy before he goes to make them a cup of tea each. A few minutes later, he is back in the living room, Sherlock does not appear to have moved.
Sniffing the air, he finds that his bondmate is mostly content, however he is also slightly worried and aroused as well. Well lets deal with the worry first, he thinks, then we can get to the aroused part. Handing the tall human his cup, he settles onto the comfy rug beside him and sips at his. The silence is companionable, not uncomfortable as they drink.
"So we need to have little bit better of a talk than the one we had in the kitchen, Sherlock." He eventually states, turning to face his handsome bondmate, appreciating the fact that he has not redressed.
"Why? Hasn't it all been covered?" the tall human inquires pouty, the worry in his scent increasing slightly.
Setting his now empty mug down he replies, "That was not really a conversation, we should have a proper conversation. First do you have any questions about the bond?"
He shakes his dark-haired head, answering, "No, both Cyanne and Daria were careful to explain the role of a bondmate, how the bond is formed, and anything else they thought might be useful for me to know. You said it could take some time for the mark to appear."
He smiles, "Alright, now you realize it is a life-long thing, there is no breaking it except through death?"
The taller man nods, giving a small shrug, "I wasn't attracted to other people anyways, so that is no big loss." He pauses, a slight blush staining his skin as he looks down for a moment before looking up to comment, "I'm happy its life long, you won't leave me for someone better, someone easier to deal with. Everyone leaves me and it ties you to me so you won't."
He chuckles at that, leaning forward to capture the taller mans lips in a gentle kiss, before pulling back to murmur, "Even if we were not bondmates, your pack, and pack is never left behind by choice."
The taller man smiles, leaning forward to kiss him, one long fingered hand coming to rest against the back of his jaw below his ear, finger tips sunk into his dirty blonde hair.
When they are both breathing heavy he breaks the kiss to chuckle, querying, "Do we wish to make this public, or continue on as we have in public as if we are just flatmates?" Concern and confusion mars the taller mans scent as he considers it. Before he can get the wrong idea, he states, "I will be happy either way, I want you to be comfortable with the choice however."
"For now let's continue as we have been," he answers slowly.
He nods, "Now about that little episode in the kitchen, never surprise me like that when we were just in a life or death situation, I am soldier first and foremost, if it was not for the wolf in me you would be dead."
"But I knew you'd never hurt me," his tall bondmate protests.
He gives the taller man a look, not saying a word aloud. Apparently he got the point because he eventually nods once, his scent accepting the truth of his statement.
"One last thing we have to cover from my end, if there is ever something, anything you are uncomfortable with between us, I want you to tell me immediately. I don't care how minor you think it is, tell me." he informs the tall human.
His dark-haired human nods once, looking at him closely, before asking, "Can I touch you like you did me?"
He nods once solemnly, smiling, "Of course, explore to your heart's content, we've got two days before anyone is going to bother us, Jacob, Eric, and Daria will see to that." Stretching, he sprawls on the rug, snagging a pillow from the chair closest to him to rest his head on as he invites his tall bondmate to explore to his heart's content.
Without hesitation, his tall bondmate leans forward to kiss him, moist of his body brushing against his as he does so, electing a moan out of him. Slowly the taller man kisses him with curiosity, his tongue brushing against his lips before taking the time to explore every inch of his mouth. When both of them are breathing heavily, the taller man pulls back just the slightest, worrying at his lower lip with his teeth, making him moan low in his throat. With infinite patience as if this is the most important experiment he could ever do, Sherlock moves from kissing his lips to brushing his lips over every part of his face. His tongue tracing the outline of his features even as his lips brush against them slowly.
It was pure pleasure and ever so hard not to move around because he wanted to flip his mate and take control, but one of the things he had always excelled at understanding what his partner needed. Currently his partner needed free-reign to get used to his body.
Thought however were wiped clear from his mind as Sherlock stared using his long fingers to slowly trace over every inch of his body, followed closely by his mouth, tongue, and nose. He doesn't bother trying to control his reactions, preferring instead to show them instead. How was his bondmate ever going to learn anything without having the actual data to work with?
When Sherlock's lips brush against the star-burst scar, he tenses up a little bit before forcing his body to relax.
"Does it hurt?" the tall man inquires as he sits up a little to look down at him in concern.
He gives a shake of his head, replying, "Not really, part of it has no feeling in it, other parts are super sensitive." Giving a small shrug, he states, "Only Daria and I have touched it since she got me away from the human surgeons."
"Oh," his partner murmurs before returning to exploring his chest, the flat of his tongue running the length of every scar in sight.
Soon he is lost to the sensations of being the one whose body is being worshiped. It is such a different feeling from when he is the one doing the worshipping. While he had had lovers in the past who had explored him, they had not pay nearly as close attention to his reactions. By the time his dark-haired bondmate gets to his cock, he is breathless from moaning and groaning, enjoying every touch.
"Can I?" the tall man inquires, motioning towards his member.
He nods once, "Whatever you would like, love."
A slow smile pulls at his human's lips as he shifts his positioning to mimic his of earlier in the morning with his body stretched out between his legs, arms pressing carefully against his legs to hold them in place as his hands take to exploring him.
Oh, it's going to be a long day, he thinks as Sherlock first uses his dexterous fingers on him before adding his mouth and nose to the mix to make him a mindless, whimpering hunk of flesh. Every time he thinks that he is going to get close, the taller man backs off for a bit, allowing his blood to cool before starting over.
Eventually it becomes too much and as his bondmate's tongue takes a swipe up his length, he moans, "Sher-lock," just before his hips arch and he comes all over his stomach as the tall human pulls back. Panting, he lays there, watching the tall man with hooded eyes.
With a curious look of focus, his bondmate slowly runs his tongue across the mess on his stomach before sitting back and losing himself in his mind. Lazily, he reaches over to the bowel of water and rag, grabbing one to carefully wipe his stomach clean before throwing the rag back in the now cool water. While his partner processes, he relaxes, drowsing because he knows that there is still more to come. Sure enough, just a little bit later, his bondmate goes back to exploring his body.
"Roll over," he requests.
Nodding, he does so, stretching as he does so, arching his spine to show off his back muscles and ass.
Where he had included the legs and lower in his explorations, at this point, his mate is sticking only to his top half but he is being so thorough that is more than enough.
"You're aesthetically pleasing. Gorgeous really," his human murmurs softly against his spine as his lips ghost over him.
He smiles even as he moans at the feeling.
When one long, slender finger brushes his hole he is not surprised at it. Nor is he surprised as those same long fingers take to exploring with a keen interest until he is arching off of the rug towards that hand.
"Can I? I realize I am technically the female in the bond but…" his tall human does not get a chance to finish that statement as he twists around and sinks his fingers into his dark curls kissing him silent.
"We're equals. We are both males. If you wish to take turns with topping, that's not a problem." He growls huskily to his human, tongue flicking out to trace his lips for a moment before he goes back sprawling on the rug.
Again his human returns to tracing his entrance before his sense of smell tells him he has grabbed the lube and is warming it in his hands before slicking himself and fingering his hole again. Sighing, he arches into the touch, enjoying the way his partner is careful with him. Finally, when he seems as if he can get no closer, those long fingers withdraw leaving him feel rather empty. That feeling does not last long as a moment later he is there, his heaviness pressing against him before slowly sliding in, well greased by the lube.
The feeling is different than when he is inside a female, and for a moment he concentrates on it, getting used to it. Apparently so is his bondmate who has not moved yet as he holds himself above him with his long arms. Slowly though, the dark-haired human begins to slide and he finds that all forms of thought flee as he enjoys the sensations. He is actually considering touching himself when one of those long arms wraps around his waist and comes to rest so his slender fingers can touch him as he moves. It's simply splinded and he is embarrassed by how quickly he finds himself cumming on the rug. Though he focuses on tightening his muscles and moments later, Sherlock is shouting as he comes too.
Falling to their sides, they just lay there connected for a few minutes catching their breath before his tall human pulls back and reaching for the bathing rag. With infinite care the taller man cleans both of them before tossing the rag aside and laying back on the floor tiredly.
He spins around so he is facing him and smiles at him softly. "Thank you," he murmurs, brushing the dark curls away from his face where they have started to stick to his sweat covered body.
"Thank you?" he repeats, his tone curious.
Nodding, he uses one hand to trace patterns on his bondmates chest, not really paying attention to the fact that they are the runes for protection, good health, and love. "Yes, thank you. You didn't have to choose this, we could have kept up with what we were doing. After all, you're the one who told me you were married to your work," he answers the tall human, his voice low and husky.
With his eyes partly closed, his dark-haired bondmate nods a little, "Thank you for deciding I was your match, according to Mouse you had two choices and you picked me," there is wonder in his voice as if it is the first time has picked him.
Kissing his shoulder he lays down and pulls his tall human close, allowing for his head to lay against his shoulder as the two of them drift off to sleep again.