Fic: Underland (Sherlock Holmes / Neverwhere), PG-13 (16/17)

[crimson_adder]

Title: Underland
Author: crimson_adder
Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes (ACD) / Neverwhere (Gaiman!verse)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing / Characters: Holmes/Watson; Hunter, the marquis de Carabas, Moriarty, the earl, rat speakers, Nineteenth Legion, some Vikings (idek), ghouls and goblins of a certain variety. It's a bit of a shit show, I'll be honest.
Word Count: ~ 2300

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[aunt_zelda]

The tear was mending, now that her assailants were gone, and it was at this time that Holmes took the wrong step, or Moriarty took the right one, and they fell.
They fell through the door and I could do nothing to stop it.
NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!
(Interesting idea, so many ways to take the "fall." Sometimes it's a waterfall, sometimes it's from a clock tower, or a building, and now a door …)
NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOO!!!!

I was almost given over to despair and defeat, when a solid form landed beside me and reached out as well. Never once stopping, the marquis gripped Holmes' hands and began to haul him up, hand over hand, not even considering slowing to let Holmes try and resist.
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! TAKE THAT YOU FUCKING STUPID CLIFF!!!!

Holmes' cheeks were wet and cold and his hair was dripping water, but still I pulled his lips to mine and thrust my tongue in his mouth and forgot the need to breathe for the sake of reminding my self that he was still alive and still with me. His mouth was hot, burning almost, and he gasped and choked, and then kissed me back with the ferocity that comes with surviving.
When I needed to draw back for air, I clutched his head to my chest and ran my fingers through his hair.
*fans self and cheers*

The marquis lay flat on his back, wheezing through undoubtedly broken ribs, and watching me from the corner of his eye. I leaned forwards, cupping his smooth cheek, and laid my lips over his as well.
Though I do not believe I felt the same passion I had with Holmes, the spice of the marquis' breath and the shock that froze his tongue beneath mine made me moan into his mouth. It was a thank you - for everything, for saving Holmes, for saving me, for letting me go. My mouth opened wide around his slick tongue and I sucked it into my mouth with a groan, raking my teeth against it gently to pull a rumble that I could not hear, even so close, from the base of his chest.
Yay!

I let my lips linger as I pulled back, for we would have no other kisses.
Awwwww, come on! What's the fun of surviving if you can't have a celebratory threesome with three fantastic characters? *wibbles*