Sherlock/John/Lestrade Vampire dub!Con FILL 4/4
anonymous
September 4 2011, 14:18:23 UTC
Lestrade fingered John open with practised movements, pressing kisses over the small of John's back. That step didn't really matter, John wouldn't be able to feel pain in this state, but the less injuries Sherlock caused now, the less blood he'd need to gift afterwards.
He abruptly stood, carrying a surprised John with him. Stepping over Lestrade, he dropped his quarry face-up onto the desk. John sprawled over the wood, scrabbling uselessly for purchase, and he let out a little gasp as Sherlock gripped his hips and dragged him along the polished wood until he half hung off the edge. Sherlock wrapped John's legs around himself, and lined up, teasing against John's entrance. John stared up at him, wanting it despite himself. But something was holding him back.
"Greg," John said weakly, and Lestrade walked around to the other side of the desk. He bent to kiss John upside down, and took both his hands to hold them to the table.
"It's okay," Sherlock heard him say. "I love you, John."
"I love you too," John whispered, clutching Lestrade's hands tight, and Sherlock chose that moment to push into his tight heat with a groan.
He gripped John's thighs forcefully and felt the muscles clench under his fingers as John shuddered, the scent of his sweat strengthening his human smell, and a switched flicked in Sherlock. He was done playing.
His next thrusts into John set a furious pace, no longer savouring the intricacies of his body. This was brutal claiming, forcing the vitality into John's blood, adrenaline and sex hormones mixing in. Sherlock loved it, taking something that should be savoured like it was something cheap and everyday. It was luxurious, squandering such a rare treasure, and he revelled at it, pressing John's legs closer around him and fucking him harder.
Lestrade held John down as he cried out in pleasure, his noises smothered every so often as Lestrade reclaimed that mouth with his own. John came to orgasm quickly, spilling semen over his stomach with a yell, clenching around Sherlock's cock. He lost grip of Lestrade's hands as Sherlock pulled him up, and wrapped his legs around Sherlock's waist to stop himself from falling.
Sherlock walked him to a wall, pressed him against it, and John gulped breathlessly in his arms, overstimulated, helplessly responsive to sensation.
Perfect.
Sherlock tilted John's head to the side and finally sunk his teeth into the virgin throat, causing bright red arterial blood to spill against Sherlock's tongue. John coughed and spluttered as Sherlock drank deeply, still rolling his hips in and out of him to a steady pace. His little hands clawed at Sherlock's back, and he shivered as Sherlock fucked him, consumed him, breathed in the scent at his skin.
John's blood was mouth-wateringly tasty, and Sherlock couldn't get enough. He bit down harder as he came, pulsing deep inside of John, thrusting shallowly until he was completely spent.
Once Sherlock dropped him back onto his feet, wiping his mouth, John almost fell over. Lestrade was there to catch him, and John stared blankly upwards, his skin pale and clammy. He was noticeably trembling.
Perhaps Sherlock had a bit too much.
But how could he not? John had been an uncommon treat, and after the first bite humans never tasted quite the same. It would have been a shame to waste the experience. And to think! He almost hadn't bothered coming in to tell Lestrade about Miss Hunter in person. He'd have missed this one entirely, and some other, lesser, vampire would have claimed him.
Sherlock treated them both to a bit of his blood, then implanted instructions for them to clean and dress themselves. After that, their memory would be wiped and they'd return to normal, although John would probably feel poorly for a few days. The little man's smell was a lot thinner now, less tempting to other vampires, which Sherlock was frankly thankful for. He had plans for John.
Pausing by Lestrade's desk, Sherlock scribbled the identity of the arsonist over the case notes. then he left them in the office to catch their breath in each others arms.
OP Re: Sherlock/John/Lestrade Vampire dub!Con FILL 4/4
anonymous
September 5 2011, 10:13:29 UTC
Oh I don't know... John is about to get mysteriously ill but he's a doctor so maybe he'll realise it's not normal 'flu and try to find out what he's got. Maybe he does some research and comes up with some odd results. Maybe in conversation with Lestrade it's revealed that John doesn't actually remember meeting Sherlock even though Lestrade remembers Sherlock being there before John came along, after all there was that note from Sherlock... Maybe Lestrade figures out what Sherlock's been doing and confronts him. Sherlock would have to wipe his memory but maybe Lestrade's left himself a note or something. Meanwhile maybe John's research is throwing up red buttons and Mycroft gets involved saying Sherlock has to wipe the pair of them out but Sherlock doesn't want to. So Sherlock has to save their lives. Throw in some watching from the shadows, a bit of UST outside of the mind control, more of those hot sex scenes of yours, John and Lestrade feeling guilty because they're both attracted to Sherlock, it all ends in threesomes...
Re: OP Re: Sherlock/John/Lestrade Vampire dub!Con FILL 4/4
anonymous
September 5 2011, 10:36:30 UTC
STOP IT YOU ENABLER I HAVE 10000 UNFINISHED WIPS *resists urge to cuddle bunny*
The memory wipe is such an over the top power though. Even if Lestrade or John write notes to themselves, Sherlock could always find the notes and redo the wipe. And he's the type who would always, always find secret notes.
If I think of a decent plot I might write it, but vampire fic has been done so well in this fandom already, in pretty much all possible permutations. So unless an idea grabs at me I don't think it's worth it.
He abruptly stood, carrying a surprised John with him. Stepping over Lestrade, he dropped his quarry face-up onto the desk. John sprawled over the wood, scrabbling uselessly for purchase, and he let out a little gasp as Sherlock gripped his hips and dragged him along the polished wood until he half hung off the edge. Sherlock wrapped John's legs around himself, and lined up, teasing against John's entrance. John stared up at him, wanting it despite himself. But something was holding him back.
"Greg," John said weakly, and Lestrade walked around to the other side of the desk. He bent to kiss John upside down, and took both his hands to hold them to the table.
"It's okay," Sherlock heard him say. "I love you, John."
"I love you too," John whispered, clutching Lestrade's hands tight, and Sherlock chose that moment to push into his tight heat with a groan.
He gripped John's thighs forcefully and felt the muscles clench under his fingers as John shuddered, the scent of his sweat strengthening his human smell, and a switched flicked in Sherlock. He was done playing.
His next thrusts into John set a furious pace, no longer savouring the intricacies of his body. This was brutal claiming, forcing the vitality into John's blood, adrenaline and sex hormones mixing in. Sherlock loved it, taking something that should be savoured like it was something cheap and everyday. It was luxurious, squandering such a rare treasure, and he revelled at it, pressing John's legs closer around him and fucking him harder.
Lestrade held John down as he cried out in pleasure, his noises smothered every so often as Lestrade reclaimed that mouth with his own. John came to orgasm quickly, spilling semen over his stomach with a yell, clenching around Sherlock's cock. He lost grip of Lestrade's hands as Sherlock pulled him up, and wrapped his legs around Sherlock's waist to stop himself from falling.
Sherlock walked him to a wall, pressed him against it, and John gulped breathlessly in his arms, overstimulated, helplessly responsive to sensation.
Perfect.
Sherlock tilted John's head to the side and finally sunk his teeth into the virgin throat, causing bright red arterial blood to spill against Sherlock's tongue. John coughed and spluttered as Sherlock drank deeply, still rolling his hips in and out of him to a steady pace. His little hands clawed at Sherlock's back, and he shivered as Sherlock fucked him, consumed him, breathed in the scent at his skin.
John's blood was mouth-wateringly tasty, and Sherlock couldn't get enough. He bit down harder as he came, pulsing deep inside of John, thrusting shallowly until he was completely spent.
Once Sherlock dropped him back onto his feet, wiping his mouth, John almost fell over. Lestrade was there to catch him, and John stared blankly upwards, his skin pale and clammy. He was noticeably trembling.
Perhaps Sherlock had a bit too much.
But how could he not? John had been an uncommon treat, and after the first bite humans never tasted quite the same. It would have been a shame to waste the experience. And to think! He almost hadn't bothered coming in to tell Lestrade about Miss Hunter in person. He'd have missed this one entirely, and some other, lesser, vampire would have claimed him.
Sherlock treated them both to a bit of his blood, then implanted instructions for them to clean and dress themselves. After that, their memory would be wiped and they'd return to normal, although John would probably feel poorly for a few days. The little man's smell was a lot thinner now, less tempting to other vampires, which Sherlock was frankly thankful for. He had plans for John.
Pausing by Lestrade's desk, Sherlock scribbled the identity of the arsonist over the case notes. then he left them in the office to catch their breath in each others arms.
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If you've got any more of this... I'd love some, please. *_*
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Thank you Anon. That was masterful. Especially loved the bit where Lestrade held John down... dark and gorgeous.
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Well, I can't wait to read about them.
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Besides! I was using this to take a break from a large fill I'm already writing that's sort of sapping the life out of me! Not sure I can handle two
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Maybe he does some research and comes up with some odd results.
Maybe in conversation with Lestrade it's revealed that John doesn't actually remember meeting Sherlock even though Lestrade remembers Sherlock being there before John came along, after all there was that note from Sherlock...
Maybe Lestrade figures out what Sherlock's been doing and confronts him. Sherlock would have to wipe his memory but maybe Lestrade's left himself a note or something.
Meanwhile maybe John's research is throwing up red buttons and Mycroft gets involved saying Sherlock has to wipe the pair of them out but Sherlock doesn't want to. So Sherlock has to save their lives.
Throw in some watching from the shadows, a bit of UST outside of the mind control, more of those hot sex scenes of yours, John and Lestrade feeling guilty because they're both attracted to Sherlock, it all ends in threesomes...
Or... you know... whatever...
*nudges plot bunny towards you*
*edges away*
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The memory wipe is such an over the top power though. Even if Lestrade or John write notes to themselves, Sherlock could always find the notes and redo the wipe. And he's the type who would always, always find secret notes.
If I think of a decent plot I might write it, but vampire fic has been done so well in this fandom already, in pretty much all possible permutations. So unless an idea grabs at me I don't think it's worth it.
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