Fic Rec: The Dhampir Cycle
Title: The Dhampir Cycle
Author: malacophilous
Pairing: Sherlock/John and John/Mike Stamford
Length: 20,248
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: John's not human. All he can do is try his best.
Reccer's comments: This is a funny, understated vampire AU that features John finally coming to terms with himself after years of denial. Mike is the loveliest person ever and completely supportive in all of this, as is Sherlock (in his own utterly terrifying sort of way).
Also, MIKE STAMFORD.
[Excerpt] ‘How do you feel about role-playing?’ John asked Mike. They had been having drinks and sex with each other for about half the term, but not much else. Neither felt the need to uncork any hackneyed words of short-lived devotion; they were both too sensible for that.
‘Curious, since it’s coming from you,’ Mike laughed, ‘Mr John Missionary Position Look-Into-My-Eyes Watson.’
John threw a pillow at him. ‘I just wondered if you’d like me to...’ he hesitated, wondering if it would sound stupid, ‘to bite you, and things.’
Mike’s eyes lit up. ‘Louis-and-Lestat sort of biting and things?’
‘Yeah,’ said John, looking at his hands, slightly embarrassed.
But Mike’s response was yes, yes, of course, I’d like that, without a second thought, and John, despite himself, gave in to what he was.
Author: malacophilous
Pairing: Sherlock/John and John/Mike Stamford
Length: 20,248
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: John's not human. All he can do is try his best.
Reccer's comments: This is a funny, understated vampire AU that features John finally coming to terms with himself after years of denial. Mike is the loveliest person ever and completely supportive in all of this, as is Sherlock (in his own utterly terrifying sort of way).
Also, MIKE STAMFORD.
[Excerpt] ‘How do you feel about role-playing?’ John asked Mike. They had been having drinks and sex with each other for about half the term, but not much else. Neither felt the need to uncork any hackneyed words of short-lived devotion; they were both too sensible for that.
‘Curious, since it’s coming from you,’ Mike laughed, ‘Mr John Missionary Position Look-Into-My-Eyes Watson.’
John threw a pillow at him. ‘I just wondered if you’d like me to...’ he hesitated, wondering if it would sound stupid, ‘to bite you, and things.’
Mike’s eyes lit up. ‘Louis-and-Lestat sort of biting and things?’
‘Yeah,’ said John, looking at his hands, slightly embarrassed.
But Mike’s response was yes, yes, of course, I’d like that, without a second thought, and John, despite himself, gave in to what he was.