Sherlock and John lived in a love bubble for the next two weeks. Never leaving each other's side as they grew intimately closer. John moved into Sherlock's room upon Sherlock's request. His room was bigger, and he had the better bed. Not that Sherlock needed to sleep much, if at all, but it made the most sense. John would be more comfortable. John didn't disagree and moved his things into Sherlock's room without hesitation. Sherlock could tell that John was happy with Sherlock's desire to have John in his space.

John was pleasantly surprised that Sherlock was so quick to fall into a couple dynamic with John. It was so natural for both of them. John did have to adjust to a few things regarding Sherlock's vampire side. Sherlock always knew how he was feeling. Even when John wasn't conscious of it. Sherlock would suddenly be right next to John without a sound. There were even moments when Sherlock seemed to know what he was thinking exactly.

Sherlock always appeared to have the ability to read someone's mind with his deductions, but this was different. It was small at first, it took time for John to notice. He would think about kissing Sherlock, and Sherlock would start kissing him. John assumed it was just a coincidence. Until Sherlock made John honey and butter toast shortly after the thought crossed his mind. John usually put jam on his toast, rarely did he switch it up. John could see Sherlock deducing that he was hungry, but to know exactly what he wanted was another story.

John stared at the toast for a beat, trying to figure out how Sherlock knew. The only thing that made sense was that Sherlock could hear his thoughts, somehow. Must be a vampire trait that he didn't tell John about. John looked up at Sherlock, he was examining a sample under a microscope. John was going to put this to the test.

Sherlock, can you hear my thoughts?

"Of course, not John," Sherlock dismissed, not looking up from the microscope.

"I didn't say that out loud," John glared. Sherlock looked up and his eyes widened.

"It's happening more frequently."

"What? So, you knew?"

"I did. It only happens sometimes, but now it seems to happen more consistently."

"Why didn't you tell me?" John asked, feeling angry. Thoughts are private, it wasn't fair that Sherlock could hear what he was thinking all the time.

"You're upset." Sherlock stated in a matter-of-fact tone. John's face showed him that clearly but also his blood. It was making a low growling sound. A lion warning their mate to trend lightly.

"Yes, I'm upset. Of course, I am." John shook his head, "You should have told me. My thoughts are private Sherlock. Your deductions are one thing but knowing exactly what I'm thinking is another. That isn't fair."

"Why? It's not every thought. Hearing you wanting a kiss or toast is hardly that private."

"That isn't the point Sherlock." John stood, his fingers on his left hand twitched. "I shouldn't have to censor my thoughts. What if I have a passing thought that offends you? That isn't fair to me."

"I highly doubt you would have a thought that would offend me, John." Sherlock rolled his eyes. John was being dramatic.

"What if we have a fight and I think something harsh about you?"

"You don't filter yourself when we fight. You say what you're thinking. Not concerned." Sherlock dismissed.

John couldn't argue with that. He rarely held back his harsh comments when they fought. Sherlock usually brushed off the comments he made in anger. Even so, this was a slippery slope. Sherlock may not be one to get offended often but that didn't mean it wouldn't happen. There had to be something that would make Sherlock understand. Then it hit him.

"What if we're out and I see someone and think they're attractive?" John countered, feeling a little smug about it. Sherlock mentioned that vampires are possessive, having his mate thinking someone was attractive would surely piss him off. Sherlock's face contorted into an almost snarl. Well, that wasn't what he wanted.

"Like whom?" Sherlock nearly hissed out.

"No one specific." John said quickly, putting his hands up in defense. He didn't intend to piss Sherlock off with a hypothetical question, but this proved his point. "I'm human, it happens sometimes. I see someone on the street and the thought comes up. I do find other people attractive Sherlock. Doesn't mean I'm going to act on it."

Before John knew it, he was pinned against the wall of the sitting room. Sherlock pressed into him in an almost painful way. Sherlock had fists full of John's jumper in his hands. His face was mere inches from John in a threatening manner with his fangs extracted as he hissed at John. His eyes were dark with anger but also lust. John was so stunned all he could do was stare. A thrill running through his body, though he knew he should be terrified, he was far from it. John licked his licks, noticing that Sherlock's eyes followed the movement.

"Sherlock-."

"You. Are. Mine." Sherlock growled, cutting off John. John shuttered, Sherlock was so intense and authoritative it was fucking erotic. It went straight to John's cock. He should still be upset that Sherlock didn't tell him about being able to hear his thoughts. He should be upset by Sherlock's overreaction to a hypothetical situation, but he couldn't help being turned on. This side of Sherlock was another thing he was adjusting to. The intensity of his want for John. His need. It was exhilarating. "I will ensure that I am the only one on your mind." Sherlock's hand detached from John's jumper to palm John's growing erection firmly. John moaned, closing his eyes for a moment at the sensation. "I am the only one that makes you feel this way. If you have thoughts of another, I will remind you who you belong to." Sherlock promised with a threatening tone.

Sherlock harshly captured John's lips, forcing his tongue into John's mouth. Claiming dominance immediately. John's blood made a needy whimpering sound that occurred often when Sherlock was in control. He knew John loved being in a more submissive role despite never doing so with other partners. But Sherlock wasn't just any partner.

Sherlock's hands unfastened John's jeans quickly, pulling them down along his pants just enough for Sherlock to be able to wrap his hand around John's thick, throbbing cock. He stroked John roughly but slowly. John tried to thrust into Sherlock's hand, but the way he was pinned to the wall he was at the mercy of Sherlock's pace. Sherlock was stroking him agonizingly slow. With his mouth occupied by Sherlock, John had no choice but to voice his need to Sherlock with his thoughts.

Sherlock, please more! John didn't even try to make his thought sound tamed. He needed Sherlock. Needed him to stop teasing him. He felt Sherlock smirk against his lips. Sherlock continued his slow pace as if he didn't hear John's thoughts. John knew what Sherlock was doing. He was proving his own point. John was going to have to beg Sherlock. The past two weeks he discovered Sherlock particularly enjoyed teasing John until the older man was a begging mess. Sherlock took great pleasure in hearing John's pleads for release. Sherlock, please! I'm yours, I'm only yours. I need you. I want you. Please more, please. John pleaded again, knowing he needed to feed Sherlock's possessive side now.

John could feel Sherlock's smirk turn into a smile as he increased his speed, finally. John released a needy moan as Sherlock stroked him faster and faster. John was a whimpering mess, barely able to focus on kissing Sherlock back as the genius' expertly worked John's cock. He knew exactly how to make John cum quickly, but he also knew John loved to savor the moment. Fuck, Sherlock…I'm close. John warned and Sherlock's hand stopped abruptly, removing his hand from John's cock and pulling away from the kiss. He kept John pinned to the wall with his body, silently letting John know that he wasn't done.

With unnatural speed he removed John's jumper, trousers along with his pants. Leaving the doctor naked before him. Sherlock quickly removed his clothes as well. Once naked himself he swiftly picked John up, the doctor automatically wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck and his legs around his waist. John's blood was buzzing with anticipation as he watched Sherlock spit in his hand and coat his cock. He aligned himself at John's entrance and pushed himself in slowly. Sherlock covered John's mouth with his own swallowing the doctor's moan.

Once fully inside John Sherlock pulled out of the kiss and stared at John fixedly. John's eyes locked onto Sherlock's, unable to look away. His eyes were pools of black, another trait of Sherlock's vampirism. Another reminder that Sherlock was dangerous, it thrilled John more than it should. Sherlock smirked pulling his cock almost out of John before thrusting back in, slamming into John's prostate hard. John cried out, gripping onto Sherlock's shoulders while still maintaining eye contact.

"Mine," Sherlock growled snapping his hips up roughly for emphasis.

"Fuck!" John moaned, digging his blunt nails into Sherlock's shoulders now. "Yes, yours. Yours, yours." John chanted mindlessly as Sherlock increased his speed.

Sherlock captured John's lips again, biting at John's lower lip drawing blood. Sherlock moaned, tasting John's pleasure. It was better than any drug, better than the sex itself. Tasting John's ecstasy nearly brought him to the edge, but he managed to control his transport. He wanted John to finish first. Judging by John's blood, he was close. The build up of the choir was reaching its peak.

Bite me, bite me, bite me. John chanted, wanting to feel the incredible high of his climax along with Sherlock drinking from him. It was becoming something of an addiction on John's end as much as it was on Sherlock's.

Sherlock growled again and pulled away from their kiss. John already had his head leaned to the side to expose his neck to Sherlock. His thrusts became erratic, losing some control of his transport in the bliss of it all. He brought his mouth to John's neck, placing a kiss before sinking his teeth into his flesh. John cried out Sherlock's name as he came hard. Sherlock drank his pleasure, thrusting a few more times before finishing soon after.

Sherlock detached himself from John's neck, he licked the wound and John shuddered. The area was always so sensitive after Sherlock fed from him. Sherlock pulled back examining John to make sure he didn't drink too much. He was breathless, a layer of sweat covered his body, and he looked slightly dazed. That was normal as of late, each time they had sex John would always as for Sherlock to bite him and each time Sherlock did. Sherlock was getting better at not drinking too much from John but no matter how little he consumed John would always be a little out of it afterwards.

Pulling out of John, the doctor made a small whimper noise at the loss, but nothing more. Still trying to catch his breath. Sherlock kept John in his arms as he carried him to their bedroom. Laying him on the bed, John fell limp and closed his eyes for a moment. Sherlock bit his wrist and brought it towards John.

"John, drink this." Sherlock ordered. John's eyes fluttered open seeing Sherlock's bloody wrist. He did as he was told and drank from Sherlock. It was strange how normal this became.

Once John had enough to close the wound on his neck, Sherlock pulled his wrist away and left the room. John sighed in content, he was tired, but it wasn't as bad as their first time. Since than they had worked on finding the safe amount for Sherlock to drink. It was a small challenge as both thoroughly enjoyed it. John wasn't sure if it was a good idea to continue having Sherlock feed on him during sex. He didn't know if there were any consequences they needed to worry about.

Sherlock returned, dressed, with a damp tea towel, biscuits and water for John. They had yet to leave the flat so there was no juice unfortunately. John appreciated Sherlock taking care of him each time. He cleaned John as the doctor ate a few biscuits and drank the water. He sighed, feeling better. He sat up slowly and covered himself with a sheet.

"Thank you, Sherlock." John smiled.

"For being able to hear your thoughts, the sex or the biscuits?" Sherlock smirked.

"You wanker!" John chuckled unable to help himself. "You still should have told me, and I do see how it's beneficial, but could you reframe from constantly listening to what I'm thinking?"

"I suppose. It is rather new to me, it'll take time." Sherlock informed.

"Thanks love." John smiled and grabbed his hand.

"You should rest,"

John nodded, settling back in the bed. He did have things to do today but he would be lying if he said he wasn't tired. A small nap wouldn't hurt. Sherlock kissed John's forehead before leaving the room. He shut the door behind him and headed back into the kitchen to work on his experiment.

Sherlock was typing his findings on his blog when his phone rang. He was going to ignore it but thought better of it seeing it was his brother. Normally he would ignore his brother's calls, but Mycroft has been keeping him updated on Victor's case. There wasn't much, Victor wasn't talking and his brother refused to have Sherlock question him. Claiming it would be a waste of time, Victor would toy with Sherlock not answer him. Thankfully, he had the distraction of John that he didn't care his involvement with the case was not needed.

"Mycroft." Sherlock answered, still typing his entry.

"Brother dear," Mycroft greeted, sounding smug. "I received notice that you canceled your next shipment of your blood supply. Do tell me this is an error."

"I'm fine." Sherlock dismissed. Mycroft wasn't stupid, he knew why Sherlock canceled his next shipment, but Sherlock wasn't sure why that was his business.

"You're feed from Dr. Watson then."

"What of it?"

Mycroft sighed, "I suppose it's my fault I didn't tell you before."

"Tell me what?" Sherlock snapped, pausing on typing mid-sentence. Mycroft loved to hear himself talk without ever really saying anything.

"Feeding from your mate exclusively is dangerous. You may be in control now but there's a high chance you'll take it too far and drink him dry." Mycroft warned.

"Don't be ridiculous, I wouldn't hurt John."

"Do you want to risk it?" He asked pointedly. Sherlock shifted in his seat. He had to admit there were times in the last couple of weeks when he had to force himself to stop. It didn't help that John also got caught up in the feeling and couldn't warn Sherlock that it was too much.

"Fine," Sherlock mumbled.

"Good, I'll setup a new order for next week."

"Fine. Is that all?"

"No," Mycroft paused for a moment. "Victor will not talk. He's asked to speak to you, and only you. I don't think it's a good idea, but Gregory believes it'll be best. Victor is hiding something, and we need to know what."

"He asked for me…interesting."

"Yes, well I'm sure it's another one of his games. I don't like playing along but we're out of options I'm afraid."

"I'll do it."

"I'll have a car sent for you in the next hour."