#vamp!john

His erection the warmest part of him, barely making contact with me, wanting and waiting. He looks me in the eye once more before he attempts to slide himself inside, asking if I want him again. I look back into his eyes, making sure he sees me. Really sees me and I tell him.

‘I want you. Now and again. And..’

He catches my hesitation. I don’t know if he can feel what I’m thinking. Thinking that I really mean, always.

..

The next night is a mess of sheets and pillows. Wrapped in his arms and his cooled skin. When he wakes, the look in his eyes reminds me of the night before. His concern shows in his brows, his searching gaze. He jumps out of bed and finds the glass vial, fallen down by the bed. He places it inside a suit pocket.

‘You can’t do that again. Not on my watch. Not ever.’ His expression serious.

‘Will you do that again?’

‘Don’t tease. I’m serious.’

‘So am I. Maybe you might want to drink it again?’

‘I won’t because you won’t do that again. Was I not clear?’ His voice has an even tone to it, not angry or raised. Calm and firm.

I have no choice.

‘But you can drink -’ I wrap my fingers around his arm as he puts his cuff-links on, ‘-from’ I search for his eyes as he dresses, waiting for them to land on mine after the click and turn of the cuff-links.

‘From?’ his eyes wait on mine.

‘Um…’ I stumble.

‘That’s not a good idea.’ He cuts me off, standing up and putting on his grey suit jacket. He looks sharp. Elegant. He sprays Sauvage and I bury my face in his neck inhaling deeply. I can’t tear myself away until he pulls me away by my shoulders. ‘It’s a good idea for you to stay here while I sort this out. Stay here. And I mean here. I will be back soon. You know what I need to do’ He leaves for the exit, his footsteps echoing along the parquet of the hotel floor. They stop. ‘Do not, leave.’

The door clicks and shuts.

..

The descent down is bathed in red light. John is solemn and I’m silent. At reception John greets the desk attendant with a single look. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to talk to them here, they know him already. He flips through a tray of gold edged grey cards, he picks one and puts it in his jacket pocket.

‘She’s with me’.

He lowers his lashes, lids lingering downward. His lips resting thin. I look at him. I wait for his next move. He silently places a hand on the small of my back, he pushes gently, leading me further.

It’s cold down here. The underground tunnels and platform walkways carving arches into the vaulted ceilings. Wrought iron and glass looms up to the very heights, as we walk  through it. Past low lit spaces and whispered conversations, looks towards John, glances in my direction then to him. A girl with slow movements and dilated pupils walks up to John, not hesitating to approach him, just holds up a card, same one as he picked up, but with a dot of red painted on it. He declines and she furrows her brows. He gives her a final look and she walks away.

He takes me into a room pooled with golden light. Light focused from below. A silver pod sits on the stone in silence and John leads me by my hand to sit inside. I step into the plush upholstered cabin, in lipstick red velvet. He shuts the door and encircles us in red. He turns my face to his with a turn of his wrist. The lights flicker. He’s staring at me. He takes out the grey card from his pocket, places it on the velvet next to us.

‘What’s that?’ I say.

‘If you haven't  changed your mind about it, the thing you were about to ask me.’

‘You said it won’t happen.’

‘I did say that.’

‘But. I have you safe here. And, no one is coming in. I know what this will do to me. But do you?’

‘I really really liked it when you nipped at my neck before, you know, the first time.’ I say.

He bares his fangs and pierces the pad of his finger. Prints a drop of blood on the card and places it outside the booth.

‘A few drops. Help yourself, and help me.’ I stare up at him.

He strokes over the front of my neck. Nips at my neck, kissing, grazing his teeth over the surface. I lean in, he licks my neck and sinks his teeth in. I bleed into his mouth. His touch is more intense and passionate, his hands warm against my neck, my shoulders. My barely there off the shoulder sleeves are down. He unzips and undresses me. The velvet is padded in the right way for this small space. It’s claustrophobic and cosy, romantic and frightening. He crawls between my knees and I throw his suit on the floor.

‘Touch me. See? It’s what you do to me.’ He says.

He’s warm again, instantly warm. This feels normal. And I want it to be. I close my eyes and let him in. He licks the seeping blood from the wound in my neck, not helping it heal just yet. The pressure and sharpness of his gentle bites and sucking adds to the feeling of him inside me.

The word ‘always’ is swimming in my head.

Always. I want him always.

‘I won’t always be able to do this.’

‘I want you to do this now. I want you to fuck me. Don’t stop. And then bite me again.’

He has an instant erection as soon as he drinks again. There’s no way I can tell how long we’ve been in here and what time it actually is. He’s been building me up and up, tension in my body rising and rising, and when he won’t drink from me anymore, he seals the punctures with his tongue, soothing, sending waves of unleashed tension and pleasure to spill.

You: Then what are you doing? -SH Casually breathing in my direct area? -SH

Stranger: I'm sniffing the air. JW

You: You're absurd. -SH John, I was being entirely sarcastic. -SH You have been sniffing me repeatedly as of late. -SH

Stranger: Have not. JW

You: Have so. -SH

Stranger: Have not. JW

You: John. -SH I've caught you, simply own up to it. -SH

Stranger: It's not my fault you smell different. JW

You: Pheromone enhancements. -SH I was beginning to wonder when you might ask. -SH

Stranger: ...why? JW

You: To see if any of my theories were correct. -SH One of them was. -SH

Stranger: And that was....? JW

You: You, John Hamish Watson, are not human. -SH

Stranger: Of course I am. JW

You: Really, John. -SH

Stranger: Yes, really. Why would you think otherwise? JW

You: The fact that you noticed the scent change. -SH The way you hold yourself. -SH How you /react/. -SH

Stranger: React? JW

You: I cut my finger two weeks ago. -SH

Stranger: Yeah? JW

Stranger: You aren't seriously considering I'm some sort of vampire, are you? JW

You: Your pupils dilated. -SH You're not sexually attracted to me, so obviously attracted to something else. -SH I would find your being a vampire entirely implausible, but I've been experimenting on you for an entire two weeks. -SH

You: Secondly, I never said vampire. I simply said you weren't human. -SH

Stranger: What experiments have you been running on me?! JW

You: The pheromone enhancers, only you and any animal would be able to pick it up. I used a minimal dose; no human would figure it out. -SH Secondly, the typical mirror, garlic, allergen of silver. -SH

Stranger: I can see myself in a mirror, Sherlock. I don't know what you're talking about. JW

You: I didn't say all experiments were successful. -SH

You: However, you're allergic to silver. -SH

Stranger: So? So are werewolves and you haven't tested for that yet. JW

Stranger: Please don't. JW

You: Are you a werewolf, John...? -SH

You: No. That would be entirely off from the results. You don't disappear during full moons. -SH

Stranger: No, I don't. I don't turn into a bloody bat either. JW

You: You haven't denied any of it, John. -SH You've focused your questions and answers on me. On what I think, not whether it is true or not. -SH Which it is true. You are a vampire. Simply confirm it. -SH

Stranger: I am not! I am not a vampire. I am not a werewolf and I am not some supernatural creature that can drink a human's blood dry in a matter of minutes. JW

Stranger: Why on Earth were you suspicious in the first place? JW

You: I already answered the question, John. -SH

You: However, if you will not admit to it, I shall bring it out myself then... -SH

Stranger: Sherlock, don't you dare. JW

You: Too late, John. -SH

Stranger: Sherlock, I'm warning you. JW

Stranger: What the hell are you doing?!

You: Or what? -SH You'll huff and puff? -SH [Delayed] Wrong story... I don't believe they have one for Dracula, do they? A child's story, I mean. -SH

Stranger: Sherlock, I swear... JW

You: What will you do? -SH Go on. /Tell me/. -SH

Stranger: Why are you so hooked on proving I'm a vampire?! JW

You: Because I need to know. -SH

Stranger: Why? JW

You: You wouldn't understand. -SH

Stranger: Try me. JW

You: You've never understood, I doubt it would happen now. -SH I'll see you tonight, John. -SH

Stranger: Understand what? JW

Stranger: Tell me. JW

You: My /mind/, John! -SH

Stranger: Sherlock. What satisfaction will knowing give you? JW

You: I will /know/, John, That is enough. -SH It has always been enough. -SH

Stranger: You're not going to let it go are you. JW

You: No. -SH

Stranger: Fine. Do you want me to show you? Starve me for a day or two and you'll see. JW

You: So it's true. -SH

Stranger: Yes. I, John Hamish Watson, am a monster. JW

You: Oh, thank God... -SH

Stranger: Happy now? JW

Stranger: I don't understand why knowing is good. I really don't. JW

You: I thought... Oh, God, John. -SH The /relief/. -SH

Stranger: Relief?! JW

You: You wouldn't understand. -SH You never can. -SH

Stranger: Sherlock, you're in more danger now that you know! Not by me, but by others like me! JW

Stranger: Tell me why it is a relief! JW

You: Because I thought I had finally... -SH [Delayed] That I had finally fallen victim to the storm of my mind. -SH

Stranger: I trust you know that you will never go crazy with your brilliant mind. Well, you won't go crazy by your mind's prowess. JW

You: John, the world does not look as kindly on me as you do. -SH

Stranger: I know, but you have to learn to look past them and use their negativity to build you up. Prove them wrong. JW

You: We are but two men again seven billion, John. -SH

Stranger: Not everyone in the world knows who we are. JW

You: It's not important any longer. I was right and that is all that matters. -SH

Stranger: Yeah, of course. Don't do anything stupid to me, okay? I'm still human to the rest of the world. JW

You: I won't, John. -SH

Stranger: Good. Thank you. JW

You: Could you pick up tea biscuits on your way, John? -SH

Stranger: Already did. Mrs. Hudson asked me to earlier before you would notice JW

You: Oh. -SH Of course she did... -SH

Stranger: I'm almost home now. You won't have to suffer lacking biscuits for too much longer. JW

You: Would you tell me about it, John? -SH Being a vampire? -SH

Stranger: [delayed] When I get upstairs, maybe. JW

You: Please. -SH

Stranger: ...fine. JW

You: Thank you -SH

You: I'll only take notes mentally. -SH

Stranger: I suppose that's better. Anyway, I'm home now and will be up in a minute. JW

You: Very well. I'm on the couch. -SH

Stranger: John rolled his eyes at the final text as he pushed open the door to 221b Baker Street. He still couldn't believe Sherlock had been so suspicious of him before, but he still couldn't believe himself for telling. "Your monster is home," he said bitterly as he set the bags on the kitchen table.

You: At the words, Sherlock moved from the couch to the kitchen, going through the bags. "Enough with your pity party. You re not a monster, John, nor did I know I had ownership over you... Quite fascinating news. Does that mean I am able to order you around?" He inquired, opening the box of biscuits so he could finally eat.

Stranger: John glared at him and considered punching him, but decided against it. "Order me around and you won't wake up the next morning," he threatened, "This is not a game. You cannot tell anybody, do you understand? It would ruin us both if anybody found out."

You: Sherlock stopped at the threatening, clearly having not expected it. His eyes widened, body tense with disbelief. This was John Watson, threatening him...? Looking down to compose himself, Sherlock put the biscuits away and turned to face the man. "Very well. I had not planned on telling anyone."

Stranger: John did a double-take when he looked up at Sherlock. "Sorry, I was kidding," he said, "I'll have to be careful what I say now. I won't kill you, Sherlock, I promise. I can't kill you." John finished putting away the rest of the groceries and returned to Sherlock. "I really am sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you like that. Slipped my mind..."

You: He didn't meet John's gaze, eyes downcast as he worked on emptying the rest of the bags. The vampire had opened his eyes, now he was nervous and uncertain. He hadn't thought things would change, naive as he was, but he figured it would all stay the same and life would continue on in its typical fashion. Not once had he expected John to react the way he did.

Stranger: John folded his hands behind his back and swallowed hard. "If it means anything to you," he began slowly, "Vampires always have someone they will protect at all costs. You...you happen to be the one I must protect no matter what." John shrugged and leaned back against the counter as the feeling of a dreadful remorse began to dig at the corners of his mind.

You: Lifting his gaze, Sherlock stared at John warily with a frown. "I do not understand what you mean... You are assigned a human to look after?" He inquired before his eyes widened, shoulders stiffening with tension. "Is that why you moved in...? You were assigned to protect me? That all this is... It's not...?" He couldn't find the words, heart thudding painfully

Stranger: John shook his head hastily and took a step forward. "No, I wasn't assigned to you," he said, "Nothing like that. I wanted to move in with you. I just didn't know that you were...I didn't know you were..." He had no idea how to say what he wanted to, being at a loss for words really didn't help him in this situation. How was he supposed to tell Sherlock he'd fallen in love with him and that was the reason he was the one he had to protect?

You: Not assigned, then what reason would John want him? What reason would he want to protect him? Licking his lips, he looked off to the side and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. "I don't understand... Any of this. I just assumed-I didn't think anything would change. Why am I the one you have to protect? What does that /mean/, John?"

Stranger: I was never formally discharged from the service after I was shot. JW

You: What do you mean? -SH

Stranger: They don't really follow discharge protocols when a soldier is KIA. JW

You: Killed in action.... That's absurd. You're alive. -SH

Stranger: I died, in a night patrol on Aug 6th, six years ago. JW

You: That's preposterous and improbably! -SH

Stranger: I took a sniper bullet to the chest two hours into the night shift, and I woke up in Barts morgue a week later. JW

You: No. You're wrong. -SH

Stranger: I've never told you a lie Sherlock. Why would I be lying to you now. JW

You: But it's absurd. -SH

You: It's not possible, John! -SH

Stranger: I thought that too, turns out death is not as black and white as I thought it was. JW

You: You would have been brain dead, you were at a morgue. A week. It's not possible. -SH

Stranger: It is. JW

Stranger: If you want proof come home and check my pulse then. JW

You: I'm on my way... -SH

Stranger: Would you like some tea? When you get here I mean. JW

You: Yes. -SH

Stranger: Okay, see you when yo get here. JW

You: Sherlock shoved his phone into his pocket, mind going through many possibilities and theories. One, it was absurd and idiotic that John would think such a thing might actually be believable. Secondly, John only ever lied when he thought he was protecting him. He wasn't entirely sure what to make of the situation and finally, when he arrived at 221 B, he still didn't have a clue. Climbing out after tossing money to the cabbie, he walked up to the flat and began to remove his scarf and coat. "John?" He called out, walking towards the kitchen.

Stranger: John stirred the milk into his tea and had just sat down in his chair when he heard the familiar percussion beat coming from down the stairs. It was surprising that the detective still had a relatively normal blood pressure despite the lousy habits of his flatmate. Which was rather distracting because it had been days since he had last fed as he had been too swamped by the latest case they were working on. " Hello Sherlock."

You: The brunette slipped through the kitchen to find his tea, once accomplished he followed the male's voice to the sitting area. "John. " He greeted, tea being set aside near his chair before he walked over to the blonde. A hand was held out, palm facing up, to accept the man's wrist. "This is absurd." He stated as he waited, clearly irritable. His tone was curt, voice dry, but it wasn't anything too surprising.

Stranger: John looked at him briefly before obediently giving Sherlock his wrist while he sipped on his tea. " It is not absurd Sherlock." He felt Sherlock's fingers make contact and he breathed out heavily before drinking some more. He really needed to feed and soon. "So? Find anything?" He asked curiously trying to keep himself distracted from the steady beat in the others fingers. " 120/70, that is closest I think you've come to a normal pulse... in all the years I've known you Sherlock."

You: Sherlock's fingers brushed over the veins, quickly and expertly finding the spot to get the best findings for a pulse. He found nothing. His eyes brows drew together, but he didn't stop. He gripped John's wrist with his other hand and moved his fingers up, going to the crook of the elbow before frantically searching at John's neck. His breathing became shallow, finding it rather hard to believe. Part of Sherlock, a diluted, shocked, and terrified piece, was witnessing his biggest fear; losing John. Or finding him dead. It didn't matter that the man was moving or talking, he couldn't feel his pulse.

Stranger: "I told you." John said still fighting to control himself. He shook his head a bit and felt his fangs extend. Putting down his tea cup he licked around his fangs and tried to restrain himself. " Sherlock, ... I have not... um.. fed in awhile. So being that close, might not be a good idea....." He advised swallowing hard, and pulling away from Sherlock a bit.

You: He didn't listen. Of course he didn't listen. He was too caught up in theories, in memories, in trying to explain what was happening. He knew John was speaking, knew the man was alive in his own odd way, but... There was no pulse. There was no pulse and that frightened him more than anything. His biggest fear was losing his best friend, reaching out to touch him and find nothing answering back. He was meeting it face to face. "John..." he murmured, his finger trembling as the moved to the other side of John's neck in hopes of finding a pulse.

Stranger: John forgot himself for just a moment as he leaned into Sherlock's touch before he pushed Sherlock away and held him at arms length. "Sherlock! I'm serious I am not going to be responsible for accidentally biting you." John exclaimed his words slightly lisped from talking around his fangs. "You're not going to find any pulse. Sherlock."

You: Sherlock was surprised by the push, stumbling just a bit. It didn't really matter as he grasped John's wrists. "It's not possible... You can't be dead, John. There must be a pulse-you're talking and walking!" He shot back, fingers curling around the man's wrist until getting frustrated. the moved higher and then higher. "It's not possible. It's just not possible..." He finished eyes finally catching on the blonde's face.

Stranger: "It is bloody well possible." John hissed his fangs poking out of his mouth. "I'm a vampire Sherlock, there is nothing logical about it!" He was getting annoyed and he turned his wrist around in Sherlock's grip and pulled the detective close before he hissed in the detectives face. " I really don't want to hurt you Sherlock.... do you believe me now?!?" He asked breathing heavily.

You: His breath left him at the tug, chest pressing against John was he stared into the man's face. "There must be an explanation... There's many ways to subdue a pulse. There's poisons and herbs-using stress balls!" He remarked, frantically looking for an explanation. However, the fangs, the strength, the way the man spoke... He sucked in a deep shaky breath, staring into the doctor's eyes.

Stranger: "You bloody idiot." John said and he looked at Sherlock carefully. " What do I have to do to make you believe Sherlock Holmes?" He asked seriously keeping eye contact with the impossible detective. It was so close, all he would have to do was tilt his head to the left and extend his fangs before biting down.-- No he couldn't do it, not without consent....

You: "Prove it." He shot back immediately, tone airy and entirely breathless. "Prove you're a vampire. Prove... Prove that you're dead-other than the pulse. That can be explained." He stated, gaining more control over his voice and body. He stood up straight, confident now that it wasn't real. That John wasn't a vampire or simply dead. It couldn't be real. He searched the doctor's face, taking in everything there.

Stranger: "Be careful what you ask for Sherlock." He said in a deathly calm voice before standing and snapping his fangs in the detectives face. He shook his head slightly before pushing the detective against the wall. "Like I said: I don't want to hurt you, so inviting me to do so is not a smart idea."

You: He fell into the wall, pressing against it as he watched the man snapped the fangs. He didn't make an expression, didn't say or do anything as the man spoke. "You wouldn't hurt me... You're a doctor-you're my best friend." He replied, voice sure. "Prove it to me. If you are a vampire... Drink from me." He concluded.

Stranger: That was all John needed as he moved forward and embedded his fangs in the others carotid artery. After a few mouthfuls he was thinking a bit clearer. It was then he should have probably mentioned that a vampire bite increases libido in the blood donor, but of course he didn't. Instead he angled Sherlock's head so it was at a better angle. He pulled away after he drank two and a half pints from the taller man. He pressed his hand firmly over the wound and wiped the blood off his face. After a few moments he asked calmly. " Are you convinced now?"

You: Perhaps it would have been best to truly listen? The bite was sharp, painful, and this sudden sting that stole the breath from his lungs. It mellowed out the more John drank from him, but something else was happening to override the feeling. He let his eyes fall shut, lashes fluttering as he followed the positioning of his head to stretch and expose more of his neck. Warmth spread from the pulse of the bite to his stomach, heating him from the inside out in a peculiar way. A sigh escaped him, a sudden dizziness falling around his mind. His thoughts became fuzzy, his whole body going through a phase of dizziness and disposition. His mind tried to supply answers, reminding him that the average male body held close to twelve pints of blood, five to six could kill and three was enough to make someone pass out. Everything was hazy to the detective, but he didn't feel as though he were going to fall unconscious.

Stranger: Sighing he helped Sherlock to his chair before he instructed the other man to keep a hand firmly pressed against the wound. It had slowed a bit and John pressed a bandage over it before reheating Sherlock's tea. " It tends to do that sometimes." He empathized as he heard Sherlock's blood pressure drop a bit. " But you will be fine as long as you have some food." John set out to make the other man a sandwich. He paused before speaking again. "As for the increase in libido. I can't really do much about that." Unless you want me too, he thought briefly before handing Sherlock a cup of Earl Grey.

You: He leaned towards John, face pressing into the man's hair. His body had this peculiar burn that was frustrating, if not intriguing. "John..." He mumbled, fingers reaching up to brush against the man's neck, curling around the neckline of his jumper to graze the skin with his finger tips. "What should I do about it then?" He all but purred, accepting the cuppa. He didn't drink from it, not yet at least. He merely held onto it, eyes closed. It took several minutes before he lifted the cup to his lips, squirming faintly in his seat.

Stranger: John inhaled deeply before shaking his head and going into the kitchen to retrieve the sandwich he made for the other man. He set it on the coffee table before sitting across from Sherlock. "I don't know, go wank yourself in your room." He suggested watching Sherlock carefully. " Do you believe me now? Who I am."

You: He licked his lips, entirely ignoring the sandwich John had set to the side. He didn't answer quite yet, his insipid gaze taking in the blonde doctor. The feelings he had suppressed were beginning to rise to the surface, bubbling upwards. The arousal didn't help either. Arousal? Oh, of course... John had said something about libidos increasing. Sucking in a breath, he set the cup down. "Just wanking...? That'll take care of it?"

Stranger: "It should more or less." John said determinately not looking at the other man. It felt like it was breaking a unspoken boundary between them and he wasn't sure he could do that quite yet, even though he wanted to. Oh god did he ever want to. " Why are you asking me that anyway?" He said a little too defensively, Sherlock would definitely catch that.

You: Sherlock leaned forward, elbows on his knees as he observed the other man. "More or less... Is there a better suggestion?" He inquired, licking his lower lips only to drag it between his teeth by whim and impulse. Why was John so defensive? Why was it so... Casual? Was he the only one with the arousal? He shifted in his seat, taking in a deep breath that he simply couldn't catch. "Are you hot too...?"

Stranger: ((did you get that?))

You: ((No, sorry, love.))

Stranger: John ducked his head, ignoring the other man's gaze which felt like it was looking deep into him. Finally he looked up at Sherlock and swallowed. " Something like that." He finally said breathing out and keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the other man, not allowing them to stray from his face. " Listen, Sherlock what you are feeling is just an after-effect of the bite, it will fade soon enough."

Stranger: ((did you get that?))

You: ((yes,)).

Stranger: ((Yay! Omegle didn't eat it. ))

You: ((<3))

You: He replayed the man's words in his ear and stood up, fingers trailing through his curls. "An after-effect..." He stated before giving a snort and huff. "Christ, it's all real." He muttered just seconds later, clearly having regain most control and lost the dizziness. "You feel it as well." He accused, gesturing to John before he stalked over to the man. "Something like that, that's what you said. You're aroused as well?"

Stranger: John coughed and looked away before tugging at his collar. He considered his options before looking up at Sherlock again. " And if I say yes, what would you do?" John challenged keeping eye contact with the other man. Heat crept up from underneath his collar and spread across his face as he looked at Sherlock.

You: The taller man blinked, taken aback by the question he hadn't expected. "I'm not sure... I've never been in such a situation before." He answered honestly, before bending over and placing his hands over the arm rests of John's chair. "I would likely do something about it... Or attempt to. You would have to guide me just a bit."

Stranger: John nodded slowly before reaching up to curl his fingers in Sherlock's collar before reaching up and pressing his mouth up to the other's mouth. He smiled against the others mouth and wound his arms around Sherlock's shoulders before pulling him down onto his lap. When he broke for breath he breathed out softly. " Does this count as 'doing something' or does your definition involve something else?" He asked cheekily letting his fingers trail down Sherlock's back to curve around the other man's arse.

Stranger: ((did you get that?))

You: ((yeah, sorry, had to let my dog out.))

Stranger: ((okay! no worries, just checking...))

You: Sherlock shuddered, his lips pressing back against John's on a curious whim. He didn't expect to be pulled or situated into the vampire's lap, but then he most likely would have expected it had he been paying attention. Taking in a deep breaths when the man finished kissing him, the detective brought his fingers to John's neck, teasingly brushing along it. "I was expect just a bit-" He paused as those fingers found his arse. "-bit more." He admitted, leaning forward to kiss John a second time.

Stranger: John smiled and wrapped his fingers around Sherlock's hips and scooted forward a bit, before directing the other so his hips aligned with John's. He groaned a bit into the kiss and dug his fingers into Sherlock. After a long moment he spoke. " Is this what you expected, or was it something a little bit more horizontal with less clothing, because I think this is where that is heading, don't you?"

You: John's vocal responses sent a shiver down his spine, catching off guard while exciting him even more at the same time. When he was re-positioned and their hips rested aligned together, he ground his crotch into John's just to see how the other man would respond. "Neither, though I wouldn't be adverse to the latter..." He answered, voice hoarse with arousal. "I had figured there might be just a minimal amount of undress and mutual masturbation."

Stranger: John flexed his fingers against the other man's hips and he groaned deeply before flipping them over and pinning Sherlock to the chair before pressing his face to the other uninjured side of the detectives neck. He let his fangs slide forward and tested the flesh before nicking his skin and licking the small trail of blood. He retracted his fangs and kissed a mark over the small wound. He chuckled at Sherlock's statement and reached one hand down rubbing the other man through his trousers.

You: Sherlock didn't expect to be flipped so easily, or handled in such a way. It was interesting-/nice/-and curious. He didn't have the time to think about it as John nicked the skin of his neck, eliciting a gasp and shiver from the brunette. He tipped his head more fully to the side, allowing the blonde more access should he take it. Next, he brought his hand up to the man's shoulders, holding onto them firmly as John began to rub him through his trousers. He was fully hard, not quite yet, but he was getting there and it was obvious with the strain of fabric at the crotch of his pants.

Stranger: John took the hint and slid down Sherlock's body undoing the buttons on his dress shirt as he went. Finally he was almost kneeling on the floor as he kissed just below the detective's navel. He paused before looking up at Sherlock smiling a bit and pressing his mouth lightly against Sherlock's crotch. "Is this okay?"

You: The brunette licked his lips as he watched the blonde slide down his body. He reached forward with one hand to John's head and ran his fingers through the silken cropped locks. "Yes... If it's with you, I'll do anything..." He sighed, letting his head fall back as John pressed against him. His cock twitched in response, hips lifting marginally.

Stranger: ((brb))