Johnlock: -Consume You- CH. 1
Title: Consume You
Written by: sam_lickr81
Rating: M because of later chapters
Pairing: Johnlock(Sherlock/John)
Summary: I wanted some sexual tension smut. Basically, Mycroft warns John that Sherlock is going to try to make a sexual advance on him soon, and he doesn't know if he should believe it until Sherlock gives him reason to. Smut and Top!Sherlock. Bit of Roughsex!kink and bondage!kink.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sherlock or anything having to do with BBC.
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Sherlock knew that Mycroft had warned John. John was late coming home, and Sherlock knew it was his pompous brother’s doing. Mycroft had taken John aside and warned him of Sherlock’s demanding and volatile sexual behaviour. Of course Mycroft knew of everything Sherlock did. He knew how he treated people he was interested in, and he knew how he was planning on treating John. When John came home that night, Sherlock knew by the forced calm on his face that he had heard of Sherlock’s plan.
“So he spoke to you?” Sherlock stated, more than inquired, before John even closed the door. He sat on the couch with his elbows on his knees and his fingertips pressed together, holding his index fingers to his lips.
“Wh--…I..I’m sorry, what?” John replied, gesturing his ear closer to Sherlock as if he honestly didn’t hear him.
“My idiot brother. He stole you away and sat you down to talk to you. Judging by the stain on your cuff and the crumbs on your jumper, you had tea and biscuits. How charming. He calmed you down with treats before telling you the important bit, did he not?”
John’s ears became red, and Sherlock could hear that high, barely audible squeak he made when his breath caught in his throat.
“I..w-….”
“Oh please, John, I know what happened. I know what he told you.”
John swallowed, cocking his head to both sides a bit. He adjusted his footing, steeling himself.
“What makes you so sure?”
Sherlock replied without blinking, staring straight ahead.
“He told you I intend to make a sexual advance on you some day in the future and that it will be completely out of context and without reason. He also offered you an alternate option; he told you he could find you a new flat, new flatmate, somewhere away from me…” he paused, smirking the tiniest bit and for the first time that night, glancing over at John. “and yet, here you are.”
John stood speechless by the door, his lips pursed in a nervous, tight line as he drummed his fingertips against his thigh.
“W-…a-as a matter of fact, he did…he did tell me all that.”
Sherlock studied John for a moment, gathering data of all sorts from the movement of his fingers to the twitch in his bottom lip.
“You don’t know if it’s true…you think it’s all a load of rubbish Mycroft made up…” he smirked, standing up. “You want to know if he was telling the truth…” he pushed his hands in his pockets, his eyes narrowing. “In fact you’re dying to know.”
John’s face was an incriminating shade of pink, and the blush was rising to his ears. He swallowed thickly, his mouth suddenly parched.
“Can you blame me? It’s quite…out there.” John almost squeaked, thankful he kept his voice in check.
He made sure not to look in Sherlock’s dark eyes for more than a second at a time.
Sherlock made a face as if considering that it was a far-fetched situation, walking slowly over to John.
“I guess it does seem quite unlikely, given what you’ve gathered in our time together so far…” He smirked, looking up into the army doctor’s face.
“…but you don’t really know me…not really.”
John didn’t back away, planting his feet where they were as Sherlock advanced. He managed to keep somewhat of a straight face, but his heart was slamming against his ribs and his pulse was dangerously high. He had the urge to wipe the drop of sweat running down his forehead, but he resisted, knowing Sherlock would deduce something about it. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to feel even more mortified.
“And what don’t I know about you?” He asked, his voice more grounded this time.
“Oh lots.” Sherlock cooed, tilting his head to accentuate his words.
John took a short breath. “Like what?”
He didn’t know why he asked. He didn’t think he would really be concerned in hearing what Sherlock had to say on the matter, but he surprised himself with how interested he ended up being.
Watching Sherlock pace in a small area in front of him, John steadied his breath as much as he could. Sherlock had that smirk on his lips, the one that only pulled up one corner of his mouth and showed that he knew something John didn’t.
“Well, Sherlock?” He surprised himself with how impatient he suddenly was.
“Well…for starters…you think I’m asexual, no? You think I have no desire for sex at all.”
Sherlock spoke smoothly, that damned smirk still on his lips. John adjusted his facial expression nervously, the desire to pull at his collar and wipe his forehead even direr now.
“Are you not?” He asked, knowing full well he was going to get an answer he would probably regret asking for.
Sherlock almost fully grinned, looking somewhat like a panther circling in front of helpless prey.
“Of course not, John. I actually have a very ardent sexual appetite,” he replied, his voice low and clear, making sure John heard every articulate word.
John’s neck went icy hot and a chill ran down his back.
“I never see you with anyone…why don’t you have a partner?” He asked, cursing his voice for sounding so damned weak.
The curly-haired detective huffed out what sounded like a soft, one-syllable chuckle. Almost as if remembering a distant memory.
“…there’s something people don’t know about me. Mycroft thinks he knows, but he doesn't know the half of it…he only knows what he’s heard…”
“And what doesn't he know?” John asked, his voice low and inquisitive. No matter how much he tried to deny it, he was bloody curious.
Sherlock wet his lips, raising his eyes to meet John’s for a moment.
“…I’m vicious.” He said softly, nearly growling out the last word.
“…god…” John whispered, barely audible. He almost staggered, his head feeling dizzy.
Sherlock advanced, facing John and moving a step closer.
“When I say vicious…I mean it, John. I get aggressive…brutal…violent…sadistic, even…” He took a breath, sounding like he was struggling a bit-first time of the night, John noted-.
“Why…why are you telling me this?” John asked softly, his lips quivering a bit.
Sherlock stepped even closer, causing John to finally stagger back a little so he was a few inches from the wall.
John took a quivering breath.
"Sh...Sherlock?"
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Written by: sam_lickr81
Rating: M because of later chapters
Pairing: Johnlock(Sherlock/John)
Summary: I wanted some sexual tension smut. Basically, Mycroft warns John that Sherlock is going to try to make a sexual advance on him soon, and he doesn't know if he should believe it until Sherlock gives him reason to. Smut and Top!Sherlock. Bit of Roughsex!kink and bondage!kink.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sherlock or anything having to do with BBC.
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Sherlock knew that Mycroft had warned John. John was late coming home, and Sherlock knew it was his pompous brother’s doing. Mycroft had taken John aside and warned him of Sherlock’s demanding and volatile sexual behaviour. Of course Mycroft knew of everything Sherlock did. He knew how he treated people he was interested in, and he knew how he was planning on treating John. When John came home that night, Sherlock knew by the forced calm on his face that he had heard of Sherlock’s plan.
“So he spoke to you?” Sherlock stated, more than inquired, before John even closed the door. He sat on the couch with his elbows on his knees and his fingertips pressed together, holding his index fingers to his lips.
“Wh--…I..I’m sorry, what?” John replied, gesturing his ear closer to Sherlock as if he honestly didn’t hear him.
“My idiot brother. He stole you away and sat you down to talk to you. Judging by the stain on your cuff and the crumbs on your jumper, you had tea and biscuits. How charming. He calmed you down with treats before telling you the important bit, did he not?”
John’s ears became red, and Sherlock could hear that high, barely audible squeak he made when his breath caught in his throat.
“I..w-….”
“Oh please, John, I know what happened. I know what he told you.”
John swallowed, cocking his head to both sides a bit. He adjusted his footing, steeling himself.
“What makes you so sure?”
Sherlock replied without blinking, staring straight ahead.
“He told you I intend to make a sexual advance on you some day in the future and that it will be completely out of context and without reason. He also offered you an alternate option; he told you he could find you a new flat, new flatmate, somewhere away from me…” he paused, smirking the tiniest bit and for the first time that night, glancing over at John. “and yet, here you are.”
John stood speechless by the door, his lips pursed in a nervous, tight line as he drummed his fingertips against his thigh.
“W-…a-as a matter of fact, he did…he did tell me all that.”
Sherlock studied John for a moment, gathering data of all sorts from the movement of his fingers to the twitch in his bottom lip.
“You don’t know if it’s true…you think it’s all a load of rubbish Mycroft made up…” he smirked, standing up. “You want to know if he was telling the truth…” he pushed his hands in his pockets, his eyes narrowing. “In fact you’re dying to know.”
John’s face was an incriminating shade of pink, and the blush was rising to his ears. He swallowed thickly, his mouth suddenly parched.
“Can you blame me? It’s quite…out there.” John almost squeaked, thankful he kept his voice in check.
He made sure not to look in Sherlock’s dark eyes for more than a second at a time.
Sherlock made a face as if considering that it was a far-fetched situation, walking slowly over to John.
“I guess it does seem quite unlikely, given what you’ve gathered in our time together so far…” He smirked, looking up into the army doctor’s face.
“…but you don’t really know me…not really.”
John didn’t back away, planting his feet where they were as Sherlock advanced. He managed to keep somewhat of a straight face, but his heart was slamming against his ribs and his pulse was dangerously high. He had the urge to wipe the drop of sweat running down his forehead, but he resisted, knowing Sherlock would deduce something about it. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to feel even more mortified.
“And what don’t I know about you?” He asked, his voice more grounded this time.
“Oh lots.” Sherlock cooed, tilting his head to accentuate his words.
John took a short breath. “Like what?”
He didn’t know why he asked. He didn’t think he would really be concerned in hearing what Sherlock had to say on the matter, but he surprised himself with how interested he ended up being.
Watching Sherlock pace in a small area in front of him, John steadied his breath as much as he could. Sherlock had that smirk on his lips, the one that only pulled up one corner of his mouth and showed that he knew something John didn’t.
“Well, Sherlock?” He surprised himself with how impatient he suddenly was.
“Well…for starters…you think I’m asexual, no? You think I have no desire for sex at all.”
Sherlock spoke smoothly, that damned smirk still on his lips. John adjusted his facial expression nervously, the desire to pull at his collar and wipe his forehead even direr now.
“Are you not?” He asked, knowing full well he was going to get an answer he would probably regret asking for.
Sherlock almost fully grinned, looking somewhat like a panther circling in front of helpless prey.
“Of course not, John. I actually have a very ardent sexual appetite,” he replied, his voice low and clear, making sure John heard every articulate word.
John’s neck went icy hot and a chill ran down his back.
“I never see you with anyone…why don’t you have a partner?” He asked, cursing his voice for sounding so damned weak.
The curly-haired detective huffed out what sounded like a soft, one-syllable chuckle. Almost as if remembering a distant memory.
“…there’s something people don’t know about me. Mycroft thinks he knows, but he doesn't know the half of it…he only knows what he’s heard…”
“And what doesn't he know?” John asked, his voice low and inquisitive. No matter how much he tried to deny it, he was bloody curious.
Sherlock wet his lips, raising his eyes to meet John’s for a moment.
“…I’m vicious.” He said softly, nearly growling out the last word.
“…god…” John whispered, barely audible. He almost staggered, his head feeling dizzy.
Sherlock advanced, facing John and moving a step closer.
“When I say vicious…I mean it, John. I get aggressive…brutal…violent…sadistic, even…” He took a breath, sounding like he was struggling a bit-first time of the night, John noted-.
“Why…why are you telling me this?” John asked softly, his lips quivering a bit.
Sherlock stepped even closer, causing John to finally stagger back a little so he was a few inches from the wall.
John took a quivering breath.
"Sh...Sherlock?"
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