A/N: This chapter contents smut, enjoy!
"I love you." John's body ran with goose bumps. He said it. John's brain froze for a moment trying to understand what he had just heard. Sherlock Holmes loves John Waston. How is that real? When John's brain caught up, he realized Sherlock was still talking. "I didn't realize until recently and now I can't ignore it. That's what I didn't want to tell you. Why I am willing to ignore my desire to feed on you. I don't want you to feel beholden to me.
After I recovered from being without blood for a few days. I realized it would be unwise for me to give into my desires. You would be mine and I wouldn't be okay with you dating anyone or getting close to another if I tasted you. I already struggle as is, especially after we kissed."
"Wait…what?"
"Vampires are very possessive on what they feel is there's. So, if-."
"No, you said we…we kissed?" John's eyebrows furrowed. He racked his brain trying to recall this, but nothing came to mind. Surely John would remember doing that.
"Shit," Sherlock whispered looking away from John. Forgetting that John was under Victor's trance when that happened. John groaned and Sherlock snapped his attention back to the doctor.
"Did I…did I drunkenly kiss you?" John was blushing, embarrassed that he would do something like that drunk. His blood made a series of plus sounds letting Sherlock know how truly embarrassed he was. It was traveling throughout his body. John didn't recall getting home the other night. Maybe he got carried away and kissed Sherlock in a drunken haze. He's never going to drink again. "That's not how I wanted our first kiss to go."
Sherlock's eyes widened. John thought about them kissing? He actually wanted to kiss Sherlock? The detective was going to explain what happened, but it went out of his mind as soon as he heard John's words.
"You…you thought about kissing me?"
"Many times," John admitted. His blood gasping and humming once again.
"That means your…"
"In love with you too? Yes, I am." John sounded resolute in his response. There was no question in the doctor's mind. He's in love with Sherlock.
"Even now? I'm a vampire. This…we won't be…can't be a normal couple." Sherlock pointed out. He needed John to understand what this meant. It wouldn't be the same as a human relationship. Sherlock was going to be territorial of John. John could only be Sherlock's.
"When have we ever been normal?" John smiled and adjusted their hands to interweave their fingers. He shifted himself closer to the detective.
"I don't think…"
"Sherlock, stop thinking." John rolled his eyes, pulling Sherlock into a kiss effectively cutting the genius off.
Sherlock automatically melted into the kiss. John was kissing him again! This time because he wanted to. Because he was in love with Sherlock. He released a groan when he felt John part his lips slightly. Sherlock followed suit letting John slip his tongue into Sherlock's mouth. They both moaned, enjoying the feeling of deepening their kiss.
John released Sherlock's hand giving them the opportunity to explore each other. John's hand went into Sherlock's hair. Massaging Sherlock's scalp before tugging his hair slightly. It earned him another moan causing John's cock to twitch. He moaned back, pulling Sherlock closer and kissing him with a need he hadn't felt in years.
Sherlock's hands moved to John's chest and neck. His right hand over John's heart and his left hand over John's plus in his neck. It was instinct that Sherlock did this. Adding the feeling of John's heartrate made Sherlock drunk with desire. It was too much and yet not enough. John's blood was singing yet again but it sounded more like a choir of 100 people. It was beautiful. Being a vampire elevated every feeling Sherlock was experiencing. It was almost too overwhelming. The detective wasn't sure if he was going to be able to control himself.
John placed his free hand on Sherlock's leg causing the detective to rip away from John. Surprised, John quickly removed his hands from Sherlock. Was he going too fast for Sherlock? Did he upset him somehow?
Sherlock kept his hands where they were on John and stared at him for a moment. Watching as the doctor catch his breath, "A little overwhelmed." He admitted answering John's silent question.
"Do…do you want to stop?" John asked still out of breath. His blood made a small quiver noise. What was he scared of? Scared that Sherlock would say yes?
Sherlock studied John's face. He was flushed by their heated kiss. His eyes were full of love, lust, desire but also concern. Concern that he made Sherlock uncomfortable. Made Sherlock feel pressured to do something he didn't want to. That was far from the truth, but he loved John for being so caring.
"No," Sherlock smiled reassuringly curling the hand that was over John's heart, "All my senses are enhanced. I don't want to lose control." He explained.
"Right," John nodded slowly, remembering that Sherlock was a vampire. Although he wasn't afraid of Sherlock, he could be dangerous. He did tell John that he wanted to taste his blood. John licked his lips.
Sherlock's eyes flickered to John's mouth drawn in by the sudden movement. Like a predator he made his strike. Surging forward to recapture John's lips. He pressed into John, pushing him to lie down. John made a noise of surprise but didn't push Sherlock away.
Once again, the blood choir began to sing as he kissed John. His heartbeat was pounding under Sherlock's hand. It was so fantastic. John was fantastic. He parted his lips wanting to taste his John again. John moaned and followed suit, parting his lips to allow Sherlock to explore his mouth. Tangling their tongues together in a heated battle. Both wanting to devour each other.
Sherlock adjusted himself on top of John. Lifting one of his legs to the other side of John so he could straddle him. Never breaking the kiss. He lowered his body to press against John's. He felt John's erection press into his stomach while his pressed into John's thigh. Another moan escaped from John as Sherlock moved against him. Providing him with delicious friction.
John's hands roamed over Sherlock wanting to explore. They were wearing far too many clothes. John began to unbutton Sherlock's shirt. It needed to come off. Sherlock detached from John for a moment while they peeled off his shirt. John scanned his uncovered torso with shameless desire. His hands spreading over the exposed area wanting to feel Sherlock's lean muscles.
Sherlock's skin was inhumanly cold. It shocked John but didn't deter him from his exploration. John's hands were warm, alive. It sent a rush of pleasure through Sherlock. He tugged on the bottom hem of John's shirt. He needed more contact. John shifted up to help Sherlock remove his shirt.
Sherlock bent down, placing a kiss on John's mouth, his cheek, his jaw and finally his neck. Kissing on John's rapid pulse. Trailing further, encouraged by the noises John made. He parted his lips against John's skin. John's blood gasped, nerves? Sherlock tentatively nibbled at John's neck. His blood quivered for a moment then hummed. Well, that was interesting. Sherlock filed away the information for later.
He continued down his path to John's left shoulder. Gently placing a kiss on his scar. The thing that brough John into his life. A horrible incident too have happened, but Sherlock may have never met John if it hadn't. He grazed his fingers over the scar, feeling the divots of the area. Sherlock kissed his shoulder again before heading down his body to his chest.
Sherlock's hands roamed down John's torso to the waistband of his pants. Sherlock curled his fingers under the waistband and pulled them down slowly. John whimpered and lifted his hips to aid the detective. Removing them completely Sherlock pulled back and took in the sight. John was beautiful. The doctor's blood fluttered a little as Sherlock's eyes roamed every inch of the man. Sherlock took that as a sign of nerves and flattery.
Sherlock's eyes were so full of desire but also interest. John knew that Sherlock was filing away every part of John's body. Normally, John would feel uncomfortable with Sherlock's deducing stare, but this time John welcomed it. He wanted Sherlock to remember everything about him. Know him completely and hopefully in return John could too. John reached for Sherlock's belt and unbuckled it along with unfastening the button and zipper of his trousers. Sherlock helped him pull them off, taking his boxer briefs with them.
John's blood hummed in delight at the sight of Sherlock. Sherlock smirked as he watched the doctor's eyes roam his body in the same way Sherlock just did. There was hunger in his eyes but also love. So much love. Sherlock leaned down to give John a kiss. It was soft but deep. Pouring all the feelings that simply could not be expressed into words.
When Sherlock pulled away, John was breathless. The sight before him was gorgeous. He needed more. Sherlock adjusted himself downward between John's legs. He lowered himself, pressing kisses on John's inner thighs. He could feel John's racing pulse under his lips. He gave the area a small bite before moved up towards John's swollen cock. Sherlock looked up at John and the doctor was watching him with a fiery intensity. John's left hand threaded through Sherlock's hair. Giving a small pull down, silently telling Sherlock what he wanted.
It had been some time since Sherlock had given head. Not having any kind of sexual partner since uni. He didn't enjoy it before, but that was because of who it was with. This was John. Sherlock wanted to give him everything. With that in mind, Sherlock lowered his head and took John into his mouth in one motion.
John moaned and thrusted up his hips slightly unable to stop his needy reaction. John wasn't expecting Sherlock to take him in all at once. His grip on Sherlock's hair tighten, using it to ground himself. Another moan escaped as Sherlock started to bob his head up and down. Sherlock Holmes was giving John a blow job. It felt like a dream.
"Fuck…Sherlock."
Sherlock was delirious with his desire for John. With how John could make Sherlock's name sound so sinful. Being with John like this was intoxicating. He wasn't sure how much he could take, but he wanted to find out. Swirling his tongue and taking John further down his throat, Sherlock found that he no longer had a gag reflex. Well, that will be useful. Sherlock pulled away causing John to whimper with need.
"John," Sherlock breathed, still close to John's cock, his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin. John made a small moan, he locked eyes with Sherlock, waiting for him to continue. "I no longer have a gag reflex." He information, smirking as John's pupils nearly eclipsed his blue irises. "Don't hold back."
Sherlock mouth wrapped around John's cock once again. John immediately thrusted into Sherlock's mouth with a desperate force. John's grip on Sherlock's hair was almost painful as John forced Sherlock's head down to meet John's thrusts. Sherlock loved this. He made John lose complete control of himself. He licked and sucked John as the man continued his assault on Sherlock's mouth.
John's moans were growing louder, his blood was singing so loud that it hurt Sherlock's ears. The doctor's thrusts were becoming shorter as John approached his climax. Sherlock didn't want this to end, there was still more he wanted to do with John, to John.
"Sher…lock, fuck, I'm going to…" John tried to warn. Sherlock held down John's hips and pulled away from John. There was an angry cry as the detective did so. "Sherlock?" John panted, half lid eyes searching Sherlock's face for a reason behind bringing him to the edge only to pull away when he was about to explode.
"I want you to finish inside me." Sherlock breathed next to John's ear. The man shuttered at the sound of Sherlock's deep voice. His blood gave an excited gasp at Sherlock's words. Sherlock smirked, "Lube?"
"Drawer," John said quickly pointing to his nightstand. Sherlock reached for the drawer and quickly found what he was looking for. John sat up, resting his back against the headboard. He reached for the lube but stopped when Sherlock squeezed a generous amount in his palm. "Sherlock…I-." John's words were cut off by a moan escaping his lips as Sherlock stroking John's cock with his lubed hand. Was Sherlock really going to not let John prepare him?
Before John could ask, Sherlock took ahold of John's cock and eased John inside him. There was some discomfort for Sherlock, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. He didn't experience pain like he used to. Even if that wasn't the case, Sherlock couldn't wait any longer for John to be inside him. His primal need for John was too strong to resist now.
As he pressed John further inside, John's blood made beautiful sounds. Singing, gasping, humming and a deep groan that Sherlock particularly liked. John wanted this as much as Sherlock did. John was still, letting Sherlock control the pace as to not hurt the genius. His hands holding onto Sherlock's hips in a tight grip to help ground himself. Sherlock was so tight and warm inside, despite the rest of him being cold.
Being filled with John felt so right. John was thick and stretched Sherlock nicely. Now fully filled with John, Sherlock threw his head back, gasping slightly at the feeling. The sight before John was absolutely gorgeous. Sherlock panting, his pale skin almost glowing with the moonlight hitting it. His mouth parted, his fangs on full display. Unable to control himself. It was absolutely breath taken.
Even though Sherlock's fangs were a sign of his predatory nature, it sent a thrill through John seeing them. The delicious line between fear and excitement running through the doctor. This is the feeling he craved that Sherlock always provided. From the moment they met. "Could be dangerous". And Sherlock was now very dangerous. The thought excited John more than it should. His cock throbbing brining a soft moan from Sherlock.
John gave a gentle thrust, a silent request for Sherlock to start moving. He seemed lost in the moment. Sherlock's head tilted down to look at John. Sherlock's eyes were dark, almost completely black. Making him appear more inhuman in company with his fangs. John leaned towards Sherlock from the headboard. Grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into a hungry kiss. They both moaned, their tongues desperate to taste one another. Teeth lightly knocking against each other as they both tried to deepen the kiss more.
Sherlock started to rock his hips. His hands returned to their position over John's heart and the plus on his neck. John's blood was singing louder as John started to thrust his hips up. They synced into a steady rhythm as if they'd done this before. John angled his thrusts, hitting Sherlock's bundle of nerves.
"John, do that again!" Sherlock moaned, pulling away from their kiss. John obeyed, thrusting into Sherlock making sure to aim for the same spot. "John, John, John." Sherlock chanted as John continued to thrust.
Their position wasn't allowing John as much control as he wanted in this moment. Sherlock had become overwhelmed with the pleasure that he was slowing down his pace. In one shift motion John flipped them over. Rolling them to the right with Sherlock now on his back. The detective was startled but was thrilled that John was taking charge. There was a deep groaning sound emitting from his blood again.
Now in a better position, John grabbed Sherlock's hips using them as leverage to pull into Sherlock hard and deep. Being with Sherlock like this was incredible. The tight heat, the sounds coming out of Sherlock's mouth because of John. He was unraveling the genius with his touch, his kiss, his throbbing cock. Sherlock was his. He wanted to be Sherlock's. Wanted Sherlock to have all of John. The thought itself was thrilling, bringing John closer to the edge. He had a feeling Sherlock was close too.
John bent down, placing his mouth next to Sherlock's ear. Sherlock to advantage of John's neck being close by kissing a nibbling at the sensitive skin. John groaned outwardly, his blood gasped and quivered slightly. Although Sherlock could tell it wasn't from fear. It was from excitement.
"Sherlock…" John whispered. He moved his left hand in between them and grasped onto Sherlock's cock. Sherlock moaned as John started to stroke him in time with his thrusts. John was too much…John wasn't enough. "I'm…I'm close." John breathed, nibbling on Sherlock's ear. "Bite me."
"John?" Sherlock stiffened, his voice coming out anxious but also needy. John can't possibly mean.
"I trust you…bite me." John ordered in his best captain's voice.
In the right state of mind, Sherlock would object to John's order, but Sherlock was far from the right state of mind. Without stopping to think about it he grazed his teeth along John's neck. Earning a gasp from the older man. Sherlock could hear the delightful changes to John's blood. Alternating between quivering and humming. John's thrusts became more erratic, he was close. Sherlock bit down on John's neck, puncturing through the skin and finally getting a true taste of John.
John's blood was divine, especially on the edge of an orgasm. There was nothing better, not cases, not nicotine, not even drugs compared to having John completely. His John. Yes, John was his and always will be.
"Fuck…Sherlock!" John moaned as he pushed himself deep inside the detective and came. Sherlock biting him nearly sent him over the top. The pure pleasure that went through John's body was unlike any other. His body pulsing with pleasure as he came down from his climactic high. Riding out his orgasm, continuing to stroke Sherlock's cock.
Sherlock growled tasting how John's blood changed upon his orgasm. He could taste the pure ecstasy that John was experiencing. That Sherlock caused. The blood's song was almost deafening as it reached its crescendo accompanied by the many sounds of John's blood. Gasping, humming, quivering, fluttering, roaring and screaming. It was too much, but not enough. Sherlock's orgasm ripped through him without worrying. It was the most intense and mind breaking orgasm he's had in his life. His brain completely shut down. There was nothing but silence and John. Wonderful, amazing, brilliant John.
John had collapsed on top of Sherlock, trying to catch his breath as Sherlock detached his mouth from John's neck. Sherlock licked the wound he made as an apology and also to clean up the blood leaking out. John made a small hiss noise as Sherlock did. Drawing Sherlock out of his post-orgasm haze. John was hurt. Sherlock adjusted himself to look at John. He was still out of breath, a layer of sweat covering his body from their recent activities. His eyes were closed, a content expression on his face, but he was pale. Unnaturally pale.
"John?" Sherlock called gently, combing his fingers through his short hair.
"Hm?"
"Are you alright? Did…did I hurt you?"
"No, no 's fine." John assured him weakly, slurring his words.
Sherlock panicked slightly. John was not fine. He rolled John onto his back, causing him to pull out of Sherlock. A small whimper escaped Sherlock's lips, missing the feeling, but his focus needed to be on John now. John barely noticed his change in position. He was so tired. Eyes still close, starting to doze off.
"John, I need you to drink this." Sherlock ordered. He could tell he over did it. John's blood was slow and almost sluggish. John opened his eyes, half lid, staring at Sherlock's wrist. It was bleeding. He wanted John to drink blood? He wasn't a vampire.
"Why?"
"Please," Sherlock said, a level of desperation in his voice. John didn't understand, but he could tell it was important, so he did as he was told. He grabbed Sherlock's wrist and drank. It was strange. It didn't have a strong iron taste like he would assume. It tasted kind of sweet. It was…good.
Sherlock pulled his wrist away once the wound on John's neck closed. The doctor made a weak noise of protest but nothing more. He was still drowsy and barely keeping his eyes open. John needed sugar. Sherlock left the bed, throwing on John's dressing gown that hung on his door and rushed downstairs to the kitchen. He grabbed a tin of biscuits. Looking in the fridge, they didn't have juice. Sherlock made a mental note to always have juice in the flat.
Instead, he got a glass of water for John. The biscuits were enough for now. As an afterthought, Sherlock dampened a tea towel and cleaned his stomach. He rushed back up to John's room. He was in the same position Sherlock left him in. Sherlock returned to John's side, placing the items on the nightstand. He rested himself against the headboard and pulled John between his legs. Letting John's back rest on his chest. Sherlock needed him to sit up and this was the simplest solution. He took the damp tea towel and cleaned John before tossing it to the floor.
"John," Sherlock called, hoping John was awake enough to eat a few biscuits and drink water.
"Sherlock," John hummed in delight. Sherlock sighed in relief; John sounded more coherent. He opened the tin of biscuits and grabbed a couple for John.
"Eat these." Sherlock said, handing the biscuits to him. John did as he was told and slowly ate as Sherlock wrapped his arms around John. "I'm sorry John." He whispered.
"What for? The best sex of my life?" John tilted his head up, trying to look at Sherlock's face. He didn't have much luck, but he could tell Sherlock was troubled.
"No, never for that." Sherlock chuckled with little mirth. "I drank too much from you. I didn't realize. I should have."
John was silent for a moment. He asked for it. He knew the risks. Sure, he was a little lightheaded and tired, but Sherlock immediately took care of him. John had no regrets. He wanted Sherlock to have all of him. It felt right in the moment, and it still does now. John slowly sat up, getting used to the feeling of holding his head up before moving to Sherlock's side so he could look at him fully.
"Sherlock," He started, cupping the detective's face turning it towards to face John. He wanted Sherlock to be able to read his face, "I knew what I was asking for. Maybe I shouldn't have done so during our first time, but I don't regret it. I wanted it. Wanted you to have me, all of me."
"I could have killed you, John."
"But you didn't. I'm okay. I'm still here." John smiled, taking his hand away from Sherlock's face to grab his hand and put it over his heart. "Next time we'll try it without the extra stimulation."
"John…" Sherlock said almost warningly. John watched his pupils widened, John only smirked and grabbed the water on the nightstand, taking a generous drink.
"Not now." John rolled his eyes and got settled in the bed after a few more biscuits and the rest of the water. He pulled Sherlock towards him and Sherlock obliged, resting his head on John's chest. Hearing his steady heartbeat it put Sherlock at ease. John wrapped his arms around Sherlock and placed a kiss on top of his head. "It really was incredible, you know?"
"Extraordinary." Sherlock agreed, tracing his fingers over John's chest. John sighed in content and let his eyes close for a moment. He felt better now, not as lightheaded and tired as before, but still tired. He turned off the light and ran his fingers through Sherlock's curls.
"I love you Sherlock." John breathed, closing his eyes ready for sleep to take him.
"I love you too John." Sherlock said, kissing John's chest, over his heart.
John's breath soon evened out as he fell asleep. Sherlock smiled, he couldn't believe how things turned out. John never failed to surprise Sherlock. John his blogger, his doctor, hist partner, his.