Chapter 30: Lust

John couldn't think past the warm tongue laving his nipples in saliva. He hadn't even noticed when Sherlock had rendered him topless. The vampire was making him go mad with desire, a deep ache grew within his balls and John moaned, his fingers going to tangle in Sherlock's hair, pulling the vampire up from his task. He didn't know what the hell he was doing but in the next moment he was kissing Sherlock desperately, wantonly and liking it. John parted his legs now letting Sherlock lie between them, the weight of the vampire pressing deliciously against his own growing erection now.

Their tongues fought each other for dominance, slick and wet and wild. John heard as Sherlock growled into the kiss, a hand raking down the side of his bare torso now. The pads of the vampire's fingers trailing down his skin and gripping his hip, he wanted…more. John helped Sherlock in the quest to undo his pants, fingers fumbling along before the vampire stripped him of his boxers and jeans. Before he can do any more however Sherlock has bound his arms to the headboard with the rope not too tightly though.

Hungry eyes looked to him as the vampire smirked spying his erection, thick and curved gently back against his stomach. John whimpered as Sherlock just stood his ground, watching him. What was the vampire doing? Wasn't he supposed to do something and not just watch him? Wasn't he supposed to touch him? "S-Sherlock…" John pleas, calling the vampire's name, he wants him to touch his cock, or really just do anything to ease the ache in his loins.

"Yes John?" Sherlock rasps, leaning in to the hunter's body, trailing his nose against John's skin, breathing in his scent. He rains kisses on John's belly, purposefully avoiding the hunter's erection, then moves on to attack John's hips, licking and nibbling a trail from his hipbone right to the base of his cock and making John cry. Meanwhile his fingers find their own pleasure as they trail over the smooth skin of John's inner thighs, the hunter's legs falling apart for him.

"Oh god…Sherlock please…" John whimpers, the teasing touches are too much to take yet John isn't allowed to touch himself with his hands bound above his head and he is reduced to pleading the vampire for his release.

"Please what?" Sherlock prompts, caressing John's face now, cupping his cheek and making the hunter look him in the eye.

"Please…" John pauses, his cheeks heating up at the thoughts in his head, the thoughts that he needs to voice out, "Please touch me…" he whispers, biting his bottom lip.

"I told you your body remembers my touch," Sherlock rasped in John's ear, his hand moving to take the hunter's plump cock now, "I'll carve my whole being into you John Watson, I'll make you mine so that no one else can ever touch you again."

'Yes…yes Sherlock…make me yours.'

Sherlock kissed the length of John's cock, the kisses turning to gentle bites now making John strain against the ropes. He pressed his tongue hard to the underside of John's cock, tracing out the vein now as he worked his way back to the head of the hunter's cock and kissing it, he flicked his tongue out tasting the salty tang of John. It was exquisite and he liked how the hunter tasted on his tongue. He felt John's hips thrust up against him, pushing his cock further into his mouth, begging him to take it. Sherlock obliged, swirling his tongue around the head once more before he moved to take more of John's length into his mouth.

John gasped, his fingers tightening into fists as Sherlock took him in his mouth, deeper and deeper. He watched as the vampire's lips stretched wide over his cock, saliva dribbling down the side of his mouth. It did wonders to him, his insides clenching up now. He could feel the warmth that was Sherlock's throat around his dick and John couldn't help himself as he thrust his hips, fucking the vampire's mouth, hearing him choke. He didn't care, the animalistic desire inside him wanted to mate and he didn't care if the person he did it with was a vampire.

Though his throat was raw, Sherlock let John have his way, he could tell John was loosing himself more and more, he bobbed his head in time to the thrusts of the hunter's hips, spurred on by the moans and groans as John was led to his orgasm.

There was a tightening, tingling feeling in his balls now and with another pump of his hips, he felt a burst of warmth, "Sherlock!" he cried the vampire's name as he came.

Sherlock swallowed John's load, pulling back now as he smirked, licking his lips clean. John was blushing at what he'd done. He reached to undo the tie from around John's wrists, "I'm not done with you yet," he whispered. He feels as John's hands fumble with his shirt, trying to undress him as well and Sherlock moves, getting off the bed now as he strips and joins John back in bed.

Their lips meet again, coming together slow and sweet now as their naked bodies press together. Sherlock notices the way that John is holding on to him, fingers clenching tight on his flesh, needy. He pulls away from the kiss, John's eyes fluttering open as he pants, lips swollen and bruised from the kiss, slightly parted as he gasps for air. The vampire smirks, he can tell that the concoction was wearing off now, the way John's eyes are darkened with lust for him.

Sherlock rummages in the drawer of the bedside table and comes away with a bottle of lube, to think John kept lube on hand. He wondered just what the hunter was doing when he was left on his own at night. Sherlock, slicked his fingers now before pressing his pointer to the little nub of John's hole, making the hunter shudder at the touch. He lets his finger circle around the pink orifice teasingly until John begs him, "Please…" his cry breathy now as he holds up his legs, exposing his ass to Sherlock.

Apparently John had fingered himself before judging from the way he moaned in pleasure as soon as Sherlock had his first finger thrusting in and out of him. He added a second and third finger now, stroking John in a circular motion. John eagerly began thrusting down on his fingers now as he added a fourth and fifth finger, stretching the hunter open. Sherlock loved the feel of John's ass, hot, wet and tight around his fingers. The walls of his ass clamping down on his digits, sucking them in and making obscene noises as John worked faster.

"…Sherlock!" John gasped, his hands moving to pull Sherlock to him, he wanted the vampire in him. He wanted to feel Sherlock inside him. He loved Sherlock, loved him to bits. "I want you…inside…me," he rasped, gulping for breath as though he had just run a marathon.

Sherlock knew that this was the John he had fallen in love with. The stupid memory concoction was gone. Wiping his hand on the sheets of the bed Sherlock slicks up his erect cock and lines himself up with John. Hissing he pushes into the tight heat of John as the hunter moans beneath him, hands clawing at his back now. Once he is balls deep inside John, Sherlock stops, letting John adjust to his size.

John can feel Sherlock throbbing inside him, his nose is buried in Sherlock's shoulder now as he clings to Sherlock, breathing in the vampire's unique scent. He kisses Sherlock's shoulder, a trail leading up the vampire's neck and to his ear now as he tells him to move. He gasps, biting on his lip as Sherlock pulls out and thrusts back in in one fluid movement.

Sherlock cannot hold himself back with John's invitation and soon he is pounding into John, the hunter making a string of incoherent noises beneath him. Sherlock relished the way his body undulated beneath him, how John's fingers dug deep into his skin now as he continues to thrust into him. His hands hold John's legs apart now to allow himself better access.

John moans loudly when Sherlock brushes a tender spot deep inside him, "Again…" he whispers by Sherlock's ear, "…again…" he pleads, a stuttery breath leaving his leaving his lips at that. He gasps again as the vampire thrusts against his prostate setting a steady fast paced rhythm now. Every movement waking a nerve ending John never knew he had. The way his body shuddered and welcomed Sherlock, the way their bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle, John filed it all away into his memory, his first time with the vampire Sherlock Holmes.

AN: Hello everyone and sorry for the very very long wait. I've recently been through a lot in life and I decided to take a break from writing. It's been a depressing three months or so for me. This was one of the last chapters that I typed for this story. With the things that I've been dealing with in life lately I don't feel as if I might be able to continue to update my stories any longer. I've lost the will to write and everything. I'm sorry for all those who were hoping to get to the end of this story but I doubt that I'm ever going to finish it. I just really need to get my emotions in check and try to come to terms with what has happened. If and when I do get around to updating this story again, I do hope you will all still be there. Thank you all and once again, sorry for the late update.