John expected to wake up in a cold bed, grasping at his sheets for what wouldn't be there. However, when he woke his arms were around Sherlock and he was warm. Very warm. Particularly between the legs. He realized his nice, untimely erection was poking Sherlock in the thigh. How is he not awake with that poking him the leg! I wouldn't be surprised if it started to draw blood…John started panicking and blushed profusely, but as he tried to untangle himself, Sherlock held him tight.
"No, no," Sherlock mumbled into John, "Please stay awhile, master."
John's cock twitched painfully as Sherlock smirked out the last word. Oh god, I could get used to this. No! No! Stop! John mentally shook himself, while trying to shift his erection away from Sherlock. Sherlock snuggled deeper into John's chest and opened his mouth to say something. He suddenly froze and his eyes snapped open.
"Oh," Sherlock annunciated the vowel very carefully.
"S-s-sorry," John sputtered, awkwardly.
John was blushing heavily, but Sherlock just giggled.
"It's ok," Sherlock breathed, "It's normal. It's a morning thing. I don't mind at all. Would you like me to…."
"Yesssss," John hissed into Sherlock's ear.
Sherlock sleepily slithered down John's body. He carefully started readjusting himself and John so that he could properly get at John's straining erection.
"N-n-n-no!" John pushed Sherlock away, "I w-was j-just t-tired."
John leapt away from Sherlock and ran for the bathroom. He glanced back at Sherlock. Sherlock was sprawled out on the bed, the dog ears still hanging in his forehead. This didn't help John's erection at all. He ran in the bathroom and slammed the door shut. He locked it behind him and slid to the floor. He scooted as far from the door and Sherlock as he could. He put his knees to his chest and buried his face in them.
"Ughhh," he groaned.
He's a vampire, you dipshit! He's a bloody vampire! He doesn't feel, he doesn't care! He's a goddam vampire! Why am I like this? What the hell is wrong with me? He doesn't care! John's hands started shaking and tears leaked from his eyes. But the dog ears…No! That was just folly! He was just messing with me! None of them care about anyone! They're all murders and awful and horrible! I hate them all! I hate them, hate them hate them hate them hate them hate them…..
John's body shook and he fell sideways, sobbing uncontrollably. The first vampire flashed before his eyes and he cried out, but he couldn't hear his own scream. He thrashed around, telling him to get away from him. He felt teeth biting into him. He shrieked in pain and writhed around, trying to get away. He heard a loud bang noise and he looked around, crying harder. He saw Sherlock rushing towards him. He covered his face and screamed into his hands, totally out of his mind now.
"John! John! John!" Sherlock's voice shouted at him, "Wake up, John! John, please! John come back!"
"I hate them," John whispered.
"I hate them!" he shouted.
"ihatethemihatethemihatethemihatethem," John's eyes were completely blinded and he kept whispering as Sherlock tried to rouse him.
"John, come on, I'm here," Sherlock felt liquid on his face, "I'm here. Please! John! Please, John! I-I love y-you, ok? So wake up, wake up!"
Sherlock touched his own cheek and looked at his tears in bewilderment. He shook john gently shrieking at him to wake up out of his trance. But he didn't. John passed out, eventually. Sherlock cried into John's hair. He squeezed john tightly.
"Why do I have to love you?" Sherlock whispered into John's beautiful blonde hair, "You'll never love me. Never."
When John woke up he was in his own bed, wrapped up in his own sheets.
"Sh-sherlock?" he called, before he could even think or see.
"Here," Sherlock was suddenly at John's side.
"G-g-good," John whispered, "I'm s-s-sorry."
"It's ok," Sherlock whispered back.
He laid his head down on John's bed. John peeked down at Sherlock's curly mop. He's still got on the doggy ears John smiled at the thought. He reached down and petted Sherlock's head. Sherlock looked up at John bashfully. John grinned at Sherlock who grinned back.
"John," Sherlock whispered, "I can always be like this. If you want. If it makes you more comfortable. I could…."
Sherlock paused, as though evaluating how his next comment would change the rest of his life. He decided that he liked the consequences better than not.
"I could be your dog."
And those five little words woke John up completely. Five simple words. Five little words, that separately meant nothing, but together meant the world. Suddenly, Sherlock wasn't one of them. He wasn't a vampire. He was….a dog? He's a human. He wants me to be happy. He wants me to be happy. He's not a vampire! He's completely different…he's not a vampire….he just isn't….John smiled softly down at Sherlock.
"I would like that very much, Sherlock," John said in the clearest, loveliest voice Sherlock had ever heard.
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