Sherlock/John/Lestrade Vampire dub!Con FILL 2/4
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September 4 2011, 13:42:04 UTC
Just then, the door to Lestrade's office swung neatly open and a little blond man walked in with a chinese takeaway for two clutched in his arms. He was late thirties, military posture, and underneath his come-eat-me scent there was a hint of hospital antiseptic. No wounds, so he worked there.
"Hey Greg," the man said quietly, glancing hesitantly over Sherlock and settling with a ready smile at Lestrade. He held up the package. "Dinner?"
Lestrade perked up, eyes brightening. "John! Thank you." He stood to take the food and gestured to Sherlock. "This is the special detective I was talking to you about -"
"Hello," said John politely, holding out a small hand. Sherlock leapt to his feet and took it, inhaling deeply. He must have been recently back from military service, that was the only explanation behind why he hadn't been snapped up by a hungry vampire already. This was the sort of human that vampires would fight over.
"You didn't tell me that you had a boyfriend, Lestrade," Sherlock said, unable to look away from John's eyes. Contrasted against his tan face, they appeared bright blue. John blinked up at him, and tugged at his hand. Sherlock reluctantly let go.
"Well, it wasn't really any of your business," said Lestrade, wrapping a hand around John's waist and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. John accepted it, but still stared warily at Sherlock. He wouldn't be able to figure out why, but evolutionary instinct was drumming into him that Sherlock was a predator, and was thus very dangerous to be around. Sherlock had dampened down that instinct in Lestrade, but for a fresh human like John, his natural prey reactions were at the forefront of his mind.
Sherlock sat back down, and mentally lowered their inhibitions. "You two haven't seen each other for a while, have you?" he said, relaxing back in his seat. Lestrade and John looked at each other with longing, and both shook their heads.
"John works all day at the hospital," said Lestrade sadly, running a hand down John's soft cheek.
"Greg has been staying behind late to wrap up all these cases," said John. He tilted his head into Lestrade's touch, blinking hurriedly. "I miss him."
"I miss you too, babe," murmured Lestrade.
"Show him," suggested Sherlock, lowering their inhibitions even further. They wouldn't even think twice about fucking in front of him now. Sherlock was quietly grateful that the rest of CID was empty.
Lestrade cupped John's jaw and pulled him into a kiss, at first a soft movement of lips, but John made a hungry noise, opening his mouth and licking into Lestrade's mouth with a needy tongue. Lestrade responded with passion. Right when they were in the middle of making out, when Lestrade's hands started to drift up John's jumper, Sherlock let their mental states snap back to normal.
John pulled away first, red-faced, and tugged his top straight. The kiss had set his heart racing and his blood flowing faster, and he was scenting the room with a heavy, pheromone laden aroma. Lestrade ran a nervous hand through his hair and shot Sherlock a horrified look. Sherlock smiled innocently. "Oh," he said calmly. "Don't mind me."
"I'm so sorry," said John, staring at his feet. "I … I think I'll go now. You can have my part of the takeaway, Mr Holmes."
"Sherlock, please."
John looked over to him, that confused fear flitting over his features again. His eyes met Sherlock's and there was a snap of connection. Just like that, he had John under his control.
"Hey Greg," the man said quietly, glancing hesitantly over Sherlock and settling with a ready smile at Lestrade. He held up the package. "Dinner?"
Lestrade perked up, eyes brightening. "John! Thank you." He stood to take the food and gestured to Sherlock. "This is the special detective I was talking to you about -"
"Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective," interrupted Sherlock.
"Hello," said John politely, holding out a small hand. Sherlock leapt to his feet and took it, inhaling deeply. He must have been recently back from military service, that was the only explanation behind why he hadn't been snapped up by a hungry vampire already. This was the sort of human that vampires would fight over.
"You didn't tell me that you had a boyfriend, Lestrade," Sherlock said, unable to look away from John's eyes. Contrasted against his tan face, they appeared bright blue. John blinked up at him, and tugged at his hand. Sherlock reluctantly let go.
"Well, it wasn't really any of your business," said Lestrade, wrapping a hand around John's waist and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. John accepted it, but still stared warily at Sherlock. He wouldn't be able to figure out why, but evolutionary instinct was drumming into him that Sherlock was a predator, and was thus very dangerous to be around. Sherlock had dampened down that instinct in Lestrade, but for a fresh human like John, his natural prey reactions were at the forefront of his mind.
Sherlock sat back down, and mentally lowered their inhibitions. "You two haven't seen each other for a while, have you?" he said, relaxing back in his seat. Lestrade and John looked at each other with longing, and both shook their heads.
"John works all day at the hospital," said Lestrade sadly, running a hand down John's soft cheek.
"Greg has been staying behind late to wrap up all these cases," said John. He tilted his head into Lestrade's touch, blinking hurriedly. "I miss him."
"I miss you too, babe," murmured Lestrade.
"Show him," suggested Sherlock, lowering their inhibitions even further. They wouldn't even think twice about fucking in front of him now. Sherlock was quietly grateful that the rest of CID was empty.
Lestrade cupped John's jaw and pulled him into a kiss, at first a soft movement of lips, but John made a hungry noise, opening his mouth and licking into Lestrade's mouth with a needy tongue. Lestrade responded with passion. Right when they were in the middle of making out, when Lestrade's hands started to drift up John's jumper, Sherlock let their mental states snap back to normal.
John pulled away first, red-faced, and tugged his top straight. The kiss had set his heart racing and his blood flowing faster, and he was scenting the room with a heavy, pheromone laden aroma. Lestrade ran a nervous hand through his hair and shot Sherlock a horrified look. Sherlock smiled innocently. "Oh," he said calmly. "Don't mind me."
"I'm so sorry," said John, staring at his feet. "I … I think I'll go now. You can have my part of the takeaway, Mr Holmes."
"Sherlock, please."
John looked over to him, that confused fear flitting over his features again. His eyes met Sherlock's and there was a snap of connection. Just like that, he had John under his control.
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