Chapter 8: Carried Away

After that mission, John had decided it would be best if they went back to the mansion. Sherlock followed John's decision, gathering the necessary files from Lestrade to bring back to the mansion to study, his mind still having no recollection of the person who had imprisoned him in the ice tomb.

Ever since then, John had given Sherlock the room just opposite his and that had certainly proved to be a very bad idea because Sherlock always just ended up coming over to his room anyway. He seemed to treat it as his own room instead of using the designated room that John had given him. He would spend his nights poring over the files in John's room watching over him as he slept and at first that had proved unsettling for John.

He'd never had to deal with someone else being in the same room as him when he slept. However after two weeks it had become so normal for John to have Sherlock around before he went to bed that when one night, when the vampire hadn't shown up and John began to worry.

Slipping out of bed John pulled on his robe over his tee shirt and pajama pants before he went in search of Sherlock. He didn't have to look far for he found the other in the room across his. Sherlock was asleep on the bed, papers strewn about around him in a mess. He must have fallen asleep. The soft light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over Sherlock's face, he looked beautiful in his sleep, just as he had when John had found him in the ice. Gingery John settled at the edge of the bed, picking up a few of the papers and scanning through them.

They seemed to be news articles dating back to years and years before. Amongst that were a list of names and contacts that had been highlighted. He was working so hard to find the one who had trapped him in the ice tomb and John had made a deal with him to help him and yet here he was of no use at all. Just as suddenly, Sherlock began writhing around in bed, his body convulsing from whatever bad dream he was having.

"Sherlock!" John called shaking him by the shoulders but the vampire didn't wake, "Sherlock! Wake up! It's just a dream!" he said his voice louder now as he held on to the other's shoulders still shaking him gently.

In a flash, John was pinned beneath Sherlock, crumpling the papers as he was pressed into the soft down of the bed. Sherlock was panting, his lips parted wide in a snarl as his fangs extended. His grip was tight as they pinned John's hands on either side of him. Startled John could only shiver in fear as he looked up into Sherlock's eyes, they were wide, glowing red and confused.

"S-Sherlock. I-It's me…John…" he said when he finally regained his composure, "You were having a bad dream, I woke you up, that's all," John said as he watched Sherlock's face relax again, his grip lightening on him as his eyes turned sorrowful and apologetic.

"John…I…I'm sorry…" Sherlock whispered as he stared down into fearful cerulean blues. He didn't know what had come over him. Then he remembered just a small detail from his dream, the cane, "There was a cane with a gold eagle sitting at the top," he said.

"What?" John asked not sure where this was going.

"I saw it in my head. The man with the evil laughter, the one who inflicted pain on me and trapped me in ice…he's got a cane with a gold eagle at the top," Sherlock murmured as he pulled back from John now, helping the other up into a sitting position.

"A cane," John said shaking his head in amusement, "That's wonderful. It's got to be easy to find right? With that sort of detail?" he asked when he received no reply, John turned to find Sherlock's eyes looking at him with that haunting red glow again. Then he remembered, he hadn't fed Sherlock in about two weeks and the vampire hadn't asked him either. It had to be because of what he'd told him before…'next time you want to feed go find a willing party.' He heard the words he'd said echo in his head again.

"You should go," Sherlock said indicating the door now, John's scent was getting too strong for him to resist now that he was fully awake and besides he knew John didn't like it, him taking his blood even though John's body thought otherwise.

For some reason, John couldn't find it in him to move. He didn't want to go back to his room to where he would be alone again. Furthermore…his body tingled as he thought of what was to come, the feeling of pure pleasure the last time John had let Sherlock feed on him. So he sat there at the edge of the bed his eyes averted from Sherlock's waiting for the vampire to make the move.

When John didn't move, didn't get up to leave but sat there instead his eyes looking away from him though, Sherlock knew exactly what it meant even though John kept silent and chose not to say a word. "Lie back," Sherlock commanded as he cleared the bed of the papers, pushing them over to one side. Obediently, John lay back in bed, cerulean blue eyes looking to him again in anticipation of their act of intimacy. Sherlock towered over John now, his hands on either side of John's head trapping the human between the bed and his body as his lips parted and his fangs protruded.

John gulped watching as Sherlock's fangs extended and the vampire moved in his cool breath feathering against his ear as he whispered, "May I have your permission John?" he asked his voice causing goose bumps to prickle over on John's skin as he spoke.

"I give you permission," John said, closing his eyes now as though like this it would rid him of the embarrassment as he fell prey to this act of theirs, this erotic act of theirs that was slowly drawing John in deeper and deeper. Gently, teasingly, Sherlock's tongue licked against his neck this time John's lips parted on a sigh as Sherlock scraped his fangs against his skin before he punctured his flesh. Again the sudden puncture of Sherlock's fangs in his neck made his hips jerk involuntarily up into Sherlock's and this time he heard a primal growl escape Sherlock's lips at that small movement.

As he tasted John's blood on his tongue again, Sherlock pressed his body to the human's his hips connecting with John's as he heard John moan at the sensation of their clothed erections rubbing together. He smirked against John's skin at the human's reaction and teasingly he ground his hips into John's now, this time feeling as John's hands grabbed his ass and ground his hips back against him in response.

Finished with his feeding now however, Sherlock's lips sucked gently on the puncture marks, before kissing them softly as he moved. This time he pressed his lips to John's feeling the other's evident shock at the sudden oral contact. He didn't force John into the kiss however, instead he made it such that it was John who had to ask before he would be given.

Slowly as John adjusted to the feel of Sherlock's lips pressed to his, he opened his mouth to welcome Sherlock's tongue. It swept through his mouth, a coppery taste of blood following in its wake as John let his tongue slide against Sherlock's. His hands, moved smoothing up the vampire's back, fingers going to tangle in Sherlock's ebony black hair, fisting in them and drawing him close as they kissed.

Little by little the kiss heated up and each was lost in the primal need for sex as their hips rutted against each other, the rhythm and pace building up as the pressure and friction made John grow wet as his pants soaked up with his precum.

Panting, they pulled apart from their fierce kiss shocked by their actions, a single strand of saliva still connecting them. John flicked his tongue out breaking that connection and lay there beneath the vampire his hands still curled in the strands of hair at the base of Sherlock's neck as he regained his breath, body still thrumming with desire. 'Holy shit…I didn't…just kiss a vampire…'

Sherlock's eyes latched onto John's kiss bruised lips, so plump and juicy and ready for the taking and the way John was looking at him only told him that the human wanted more. Sherlock did too he swore he needed to taste John again, he needed to feel the needy, wanton way in which John rutted against him, pressing their erections together as he moaned into the kiss. The vampire wanted to taste every inch of John's bare flesh…

"I…got carried away," he murmured as he held himself there, not wanting to move any further away than he already was.

"M-me too," John whispered, slipping his fingers from Sherlock's hair now. He was still shocked at his actions. In the way he'd nearly gone mad with lust for the vampire before him and the fierce desire that had coursed through him when they had kissed. "I should go back," John said with a nervous little smile now as he tried to move.

"Stay here for the night. You must be too tired to walk," Sherlock said to him as he rolled off to one side of the bed, giving John space to move.

John took him up on the offer, turning on his side, his back to Sherlock as he closed his eyes, trying to get to sleep with the vampire just mere inches away from him in the very same bed. He had decided that he would spend the night here in Sherlock's bed because he was tired, too lazy to walk back across the hall to his room. Just for once. Just this one night would he allow himself to let his guard down around the vampire.

Sherlock was somewhat fascinated in the way John slept, for a grown man, the way he curled up on his side made him seem all the more young and innocent and vulnerable. He picked up the papers now, sifting through the photographs as he watched over the sleeping human. His mind began to drift though when he found no trace of the cane with the gold eagle.

What if John and him became lovers? He looked down hearing the tiny snores from the other, a smile on his lips now. No…he wouldn't want that because John would grow old and die and leave him alone. Sherlock shifted closer to John's sleeping form, feeling as John snuggled back against his chest.

'You could always change him…'

His brows furrowed at the thought of having John as his partner, his lover. John would be a vampire just like him. They would be perfect. But he liked human John just the way he was. What if turning him made him change? He didn't want to lose sweet innocent John. The vampire found himself settling down behind John's body, gently lifting John's head to rest on his arm as he leaned in to place a kiss on his forehead and slipped his arm around John's waist drawing him closer.

For now, it would be best if they remained like this, snatching up secret moments and yet remaining apart in reality. Distant. Uncaring. Unloving. It would be for the best since this was just the beginning of their adventure.

AN: Hello! I hope that you liked this new chapter, and i'm terribly sorry for the long wait. Do leave me a comment to tell me what you liked about this chapter and i'll see you in the next chapter, i'll try to get that up on schedule next week. :) Thanks for all the support so far!