Fill - part 1/?
anonymous
October 23 2010, 20:50:21 UTC
It took a long time for Sherlock to notice ‘It’, inexcusably long for someone who called himself a detective (not that he’d ever admit that to Scotland Yard or, perish the thought, to Mycroft). However, in his defence, John went to very great lengths to conceal ‘It’.
‘It’ (and the capital letter was entirely deserved) started with John being absent for several nights each month. At first, Sherlock attributed John’s abrupt exits to their frequent arguments about kitchen space and then (later on, when John had bought him a second, smaller fridge for his body parts as an ‘unbirthday present’, whatever that might mean) to John’s tentative relationship with Sarah.
Said relationship eventually fizzled out, due in a large part to the growing attraction between Sherlock and John, and when Sherlock kissed John (and tumbled him into bed a scant fifteen minutes later) Sherlock had assumed that John’s absences would stop and that he would now be sleeping every night in Sherlock’s bed, where he belonged
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Fill - part 2/?
anonymous
October 23 2010, 20:52:19 UTC
But this time, Sherlock was prepared. It might have taken him an embarrassingly long time to work out what he was dealing with but he had got there in the end and the situation was…well frankly, it was unprecedented in his experience.
In fact, it may well have taken him even longer to make the connection if it hadn’t been for one night (soon after John and he had started sleeping together) when he fell into bed too exhausted to close the curtains, and woke up at 2am because the light of the full moon was shining on his face. Groggily, he got up to pull the curtains shut and wondered hazily why John hadn’t closed them when he came to bed. It took a while for his sleep-fogged brain to remember but eventually he did - John was at Harry’s tonight. He frowned. And had been at Harry’s around this time last month too, saying that Harry wanted to cook dinner for them both and he would probably end up staying late and sleeping on her sofa. And (Sherlock strove to remember) the month before that, hadn’t there been a medical conference that
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Fill - part 3/?
anonymous
October 23 2010, 20:53:45 UTC
John returned, and Sherlock watched out of the corner of his eye as John made tea and updated his blog as he drank it and generally tried to behave like a complete stereotype of A Normal Person. A normal person who had somewhere to be, if the frequent glances at his watch and out of the window were any indication
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Fill - part 4/?
anonymous
October 23 2010, 20:55:49 UTC
Silence screamed in the air between them, and Sherlock stepped around John to pick up the case from the floor as John rubbed his hand like a man who had just brushed up against a hot stove.
‘Careful with that,’ Sherlock murmured, suddenly finding it difficult to catch his breath. ‘It’s an antique, you know.’
‘It’s got a sharp edge to it,’ John grunted. ‘Something just nicked my skin. Can you give me the key, please?’
‘Well, be more careful this time.’ Sherlock held the case out to John again, ignoring his request, and when John made no move to take it he breathed, ‘my God. It’s true, isn’t it?’
Instantly, John turned away. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. Can you give me the damn key, please?’
‘Take it.’ He held his hand out again, and John ignored it.
‘Sherlock, I don’t have time to piss about with you, will you just give me the-’
‘Take it-’
‘Sherlock!’ John shouted in sudden fury and then instantly bit his lip, breathing hard and making a visible effort to stay calm. ‘Just give me the bloody thing
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Fill - part 5/?
anonymous
October 23 2010, 20:57:46 UTC
Politically correct werewolves for the 21st century, Sherlock thought, inwardly amused but having more tact than to show it.
Heaving a sigh, John continued. ‘Well, since you’ve got this far on your own I might as well tell you, since I don’t suppose there’s any hope of you dropping this? No. Didn’t think so.’ He spread his hands in a gesture of defeat. ‘What do you want to know?’
‘Are you going to change, since it’s full moon?’ Sherlock asked immediately, that clearly being the issue to get out of the way first. If he was about to be confronted with a large carnivore, then he needed at least a bit of warning.
‘No. Contrary to legend and folklore, modern bimorphs don’t have to change when the moonlight hits us, we’ve managed to overcome that. We’re more or less able to change whenever we want to, but at full moon it’s much easier and everything just feels generally…closer to the surface.’ John looked frustrated, and Sherlock tried to imagine how restrictive it must be to try and describe the physical feeling in a language that was
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Re: Fill - part 6/?
anonymous
October 26 2010, 19:18:32 UTC
Ooooooh. Eeeevellll. Stopping there... it burns. If I might beg for a bottom!John (at some point)? Might, you know, cool the burn down a tad and put smiles :) on faces!
Fill - part 7/17
anonymous
October 27 2010, 20:09:31 UTC
Sherlock couldn’t answer. He felt as though he could hardly breathe. His mind was filled with images of John: John arching his back and scrabbling at sweat-damp sheets as he spilled over his own fingers again and again, John rutting hard into his fist and biting down on his knuckles to stay silent as the cheap hotel mattress squeaked beneath him, John panting up at the ceiling as he stroked himself to yet another solitary climax before falling into an exhausted slumber.
‘Sherlock,’ John murmured, ‘for the last time. It would be better if you were to let me go.’
Dumbly, Sherlock shook his head. Lifting his hands from where they had been resting lightly against John’s neck, he loosened the top few buttons of his shirt and shrugged off his jacket.
Instantly, John averted his eyes from the newly-exposed skin. ‘Sherlock. Don’t.Turning away from John, Sherlock dropped his jacket over the back of a chair and toed off his shoes, distantly aware of the scuff marks he was leaving on the heels of the shiny black leather. His hands moved to
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Fill - part 8/17
anonymous
October 27 2010, 20:11:31 UTC
A/N: Thanks for the encouragement! & sorry it took so long to update - my 1st try at writing smut with a supernatural-type theme, & it’s really difficult! Warning: EPIC amounts of smut (duh!) Rimming, slight biting & people being held down, so maybe give it a miss if any of this squicks you
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‘It’ (and the capital letter was entirely deserved) started with John being absent for several nights each month. At first, Sherlock attributed John’s abrupt exits to their frequent arguments about kitchen space and then (later on, when John had bought him a second, smaller fridge for his body parts as an ‘unbirthday present’, whatever that might mean) to John’s tentative relationship with Sarah.
Said relationship eventually fizzled out, due in a large part to the growing attraction between Sherlock and John, and when Sherlock kissed John (and tumbled him into bed a scant fifteen minutes later) Sherlock had assumed that John’s absences would stop and that he would now be sleeping every night in Sherlock’s bed, where he belonged ( ... )
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In fact, it may well have taken him even longer to make the connection if it hadn’t been for one night (soon after John and he had started sleeping together) when he fell into bed too exhausted to close the curtains, and woke up at 2am because the light of the full moon was shining on his face. Groggily, he got up to pull the curtains shut and wondered hazily why John hadn’t closed them when he came to bed. It took a while for his sleep-fogged brain to remember but eventually he did - John was at Harry’s tonight. He frowned. And had been at Harry’s around this time last month too, saying that Harry wanted to cook dinner for them both and he would probably end up staying late and sleeping on her sofa. And (Sherlock strove to remember) the month before that, hadn’t there been a medical conference that ( ... )
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‘Careful with that,’ Sherlock murmured, suddenly finding it difficult to catch his breath. ‘It’s an antique, you know.’
‘It’s got a sharp edge to it,’ John grunted. ‘Something just nicked my skin. Can you give me the key, please?’
‘Well, be more careful this time.’ Sherlock held the case out to John again, ignoring his request, and when John made no move to take it he breathed, ‘my God. It’s true, isn’t it?’
Instantly, John turned away. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. Can you give me the damn key, please?’
‘Take it.’ He held his hand out again, and John ignored it.
‘Sherlock, I don’t have time to piss about with you, will you just give me the-’
‘Take it-’
‘Sherlock!’ John shouted in sudden fury and then instantly bit his lip, breathing hard and making a visible effort to stay calm. ‘Just give me the bloody thing ( ... )
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Heaving a sigh, John continued. ‘Well, since you’ve got this far on your own I might as well tell you, since I don’t suppose there’s any hope of you dropping this? No. Didn’t think so.’ He spread his hands in a gesture of defeat. ‘What do you want to know?’
‘Are you going to change, since it’s full moon?’ Sherlock asked immediately, that clearly being the issue to get out of the way first. If he was about to be confronted with a large carnivore, then he needed at least a bit of warning.
‘No. Contrary to legend and folklore, modern bimorphs don’t have to change when the moonlight hits us, we’ve managed to overcome that. We’re more or less able to change whenever we want to, but at full moon it’s much easier and everything just feels generally…closer to the surface.’ John looked frustrated, and Sherlock tried to imagine how restrictive it must be to try and describe the physical feeling in a language that was ( ... )
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oh god I can't wait for the rest
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Torture!
Seriously though, loving this. I have a thing for were- bimorphs.
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‘Sherlock,’ John murmured, ‘for the last time. It would be better if you were to let me go.’
Dumbly, Sherlock shook his head. Lifting his hands from where they had been resting lightly against John’s neck, he loosened the top few buttons of his shirt and shrugged off his jacket.
Instantly, John averted his eyes from the newly-exposed skin. ‘Sherlock. Don’t.Turning away from John, Sherlock dropped his jacket over the back of a chair and toed off his shoes, distantly aware of the scuff marks he was leaving on the heels of the shiny black leather. His hands moved to ( ... )
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Warning: EPIC amounts of smut (duh!) Rimming, slight biting & people being held down, so maybe give it a miss if any of this squicks you ( ... )
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