AN: Hello once again. Here is the next chapter for this series. I want to thank all of you who have been so patient about this and waited for the next chapter and also thank you guys for all the nice comments so far, they have really made my day. I do hope that you guys like this chapter and leave me more comments and i will see you as soon as possible in the next chapter.

Chapter 4: Permission

They entered the mansion by the back door and once in the coolness of the darkened kitchen Sherlock stumbled into one of the bar top stools and slumped down, head resting on his arms, the jumper being set on the stool beside him as he lazily pulled it off. It was relieving to once again be in the coolness of a dark place. A dark place, which smelt strongly of a certain human. His mouth parted on a whim, fangs extending as his nostrils took in the scent of the human.

Sherlock could distinctively hear as John busied himself around the kitchen seemingly not to pay him any attention. He needed blood. He thirsted for it and right now, there was only one person within close range that he could drink from. Still he suppressed the thirst for it, the flames of hunger in his throat. He didn't want to scare away the person who had saved him now.

"I should go…I need…" Sherlock began as he lifted his head, seeing John staring at him from across the counter. The hunter knew what he needed.

"There isn't anyone for miles around here. You can hunt animals if you want," John said, keeping his cool as he gave the vampire options to choose from. He knew it was him that the vampire wanted blood from. It was his blood, human blood that would give the vampire the most strength. He could see it in the way Sherlock's bright red eyes followed him all across the kitchen, watching his movements. Yet the vampire sat there, not attacking. It was almost as if he was asking.

Slowly Sherlock stood, his breath ragged, his throat burning. The hunter was taunting him…Quick as a flash, he rounded the counter, caught John in his strong grasp and pressed him back into the counter. His head dipped now as his lips found the other's ear, stopping just by it, "I need blood…" he rasped, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he felt John stiffen in his grasp. He didn't want to harm the one who had save him, the one who had broken him out of the ice, but he didn't know any other way for himself to survive either.

"Are you asking for my permission to drink from me?" John asked, pulling his arm free from Sherlock's grasp, his hands anchoring themselves on either side of him, holding tight to the marble counter top to keep himself from crumpling to the floor. His knees were weak with fear as the vampire stood mere inches from him, ready to tear out his throat, yet still holding back.

"Yesss," Sherlock spoke his voice coming out in a hiss now as his nose grazed along John's hairline, and down to his neck where his pulse was. His nostrils flared at the distinctive smell of John, at the blood that coursed beneath the skin. He could hear the pounding of John's blood as it coursed through his body. How he would love to taste that…how he would love to taste John's blood on his tongue. Human blood.

John's mind was racing as his breath hitched, for a vampire Sherlock was making this moment erotic as hell as his nose gently trailed along his neck. John gulped, feeling his throat tightening with fear…or was it desire? Sherlock was this close and still asking him for permission. 'What sort of vampire is he?' He felt as the vampire's fangs trailed softly, scraping against his skin softly and sending a nerve wracking shudder through him at that slight touch. Was this what happened when a human and a vampire fell in love? Was this the bond that they shared that made them want to grow closer?

"I-I…g-give you permission…" John whispered, the words passing his lips sounding like a sacred prayer to Sherlock as the vampire, slipped his hand behind John's neck, feeling the subtle shift in the other's head to expose his throat to him. His other hand going around John's waist to support him as he drew the human closer to his body. His lips pressed against warm flesh, his tongue flicking out to moisten John's skin before he let his fangs puncture John's neck.

The pain was fleeting and it shocked John, making his body jerk against Sherlock's involuntarily. His breath coming faster now, panting as Sherlock embraced him, drawing him closer as his tongue lapped at his blood. He was pressed flush against the vampire's body, every inch of their bodies coming into contact.

The soft sucking on his neck the gentleness in the vampire's touch, it somehow made John's body excited and he bit his lip as he held back a moan. This wasn't supposed to be erotic. It wasn't supposed to give off any hints of a sexual innuendo yet it was there lying beneath the surface as John's hips pressed to Sherlock's his hard on rubbing against the vampire's as he fed from him. 'It's the goddamned aphrodisiac…' John kept thinking.

He had to convince himself that this was nothing more than a trade off, as he tried to quell his raging lust for this act that he had consented between Sherlock and himself. He had to think of it as something to sweeten the deal between them besides, he needed to use Sherlock when they got into town later that night and what good would he be if he were weak from hunger?

Sherlock tasted John's blood, sweet and coppery on his tongue. He had never tasted any blood better than this. John's hands had lifted off the marble counter now and they had slipped around his waist to hold him closer. He could for a moment read John's thoughts, hearing them in his head. The human wanted to resist him so much yet he couldn't, he was falling prey to him. John found this erotic even though he didn't want to. Sherlock smirked against John's neck as he read those thoughts. He was so pure…

Just as quickly, Sherlock pulled back, licking his lips as his fangs retracted, his eyes returning to their normal colour now as he watched John, the puncture mark on his neck evident that a vampire had drank from him. John steadied himself against the marble counter, closing his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. His body was still tingling, his nerves wracked with the raging lust that had coursed through him just moments before.

"Are you alright?" Sherlock asked, stepping closer to John who, this time held his hand out to keep him away.

"D-Don't come near me…please…" he heard John say it wasn't a harsh command more like a little plea.

"Alright…" Sherlock muttered standing there as he watched John regain his composure, a little worried at his savior's condition. The hunter looked to him, cerulean blues, still tinged black with lust.

"The next time you want to feed, go find a willing party," John mumbled as he turned quickly, hiding the growing blush on his cheeks. He raced up the main stairs going into his room now. Behind him the vampire followed, a small smile on his lips. He could get used to having company like this.