A Kiss With a Fist Is Better Than None
A/N: This is for Meaghan and Joelle, who seem to like fistfights and fucking being interrelated.
DISCLAIMER: I'm just playing with them
UNIVERSE: BBC's Sherlock
PAIRING: Sebastian/Sherlock
WARNINGS: Whump. Slash.
RATING: R/NC-17 depending on how sensitive you are.
SUMMARY: In which Sherlock is reading, Sebastian is drunk, and a fight ensues.
They’ve been dating (well, Sebastian calls it dating, Sherlock calls it...a mutual...thing) for almost six weeks when Sebastian stumbles into Sherlock’s dorm room, drunk. Sherlock’s reading, and wants to be left alone. He says so, and Sebastian starts to yell about other people and how Sherlock’s been neglecting him and all Sherlock can say is “Seb, you’re drunk, you need to calm down,” but it’s not working and then Seb’s fist is making itself known to Sherlock’s jaw.
Sherlock staggers back, hits the bed, and falls to a sitting position on it. Sebastian advances and Sherlock remembers that he’s trained in bareknuckle boxing why is he sitting here like a target.
He stands and his fists become well acquainted with Sebastian’s ribs and general torso area.
Sebastian lets out a groan that would be semi-pornographic in another setting, and Sherlock knows he’s struck home.
Until Sebastian picks him up and throws him bodily against the wall of his room. Sherlock’s breath leaves his lungs with considerable force. Sherlock lets out an “oof” and Sebastian cackles. Pins Sherlock against the wall with his body.
And then Sherlock thinks his nose might break, Sebastian is kissing him so hard. Oh. This is what Seb was aiming to do in the first place. Sherlock paws at Sebastian’s chest, this is painful, he thinks his lip might be bleeding and they’ve already scraped teeth twice. Sebastian responds not by breaking the kiss, but by deepening it, and Sherlock is not going to be able to go to class for a while, he’ll be bruised.
Eventually he shoves Sebastian away, and can taste blood. So he is bleeding. They’re both breathing heavily. Sebastian stalks toward the door, and part of Sherlock is saying thank god, he’s leaving and part of him is saying no, stay, and then Sebastian slams the door shut without walking into the hallway and now Sherlock can’t run if he wanted to.
He backs up again, wiping the blood from his mouth on the back of his hand. This time he hits his bedside table, then the wall again. Nothing soft to cushion what he’s sure will be a painful blow. Sebastian locks Sherlock’s door and is upon him faster than Sherlock would think possible.
Sherlock is pinned again and now Sebastian is making his was down Sherlock’s neck. He bites Sherlock’s collarbone and Sherlock gasps.
Clothes disappear like money at the beginning of the semester. Somehow, tripping around the bedside table, and a lamp cord, they find their way to the bed.
Sebastian is drunk, and was obviously wanting a fight, but he’s not rough now, for the most part. He bites at Sherlock’s hip and Sherlock imitates Sebastian’s groan from earlier.
Sebastian’s hands and mouth are everywhere all at once and they’re absolutely destroying the bed. It’s quick and not quiet and when it’s all over, Sebastian collapses on top of Sherlock, panting.
They lay there like that for what could be moments, or hours, or perhaps several sunlit days, before Sebastian or Sherlock does anything. Eventually, Sebastian rolls carefully onto what little space is left on the single bed, pressing close to Sherlock, suddenly very affectionate.
Sherlock remains immobile for a few moments, then twists around and bites Sebastian’s ear.
Seb nearly falls off the bed in shock.
“Payback,” Sherlock grins.
DISCLAIMER: I'm just playing with them
UNIVERSE: BBC's Sherlock
PAIRING: Sebastian/Sherlock
WARNINGS: Whump. Slash.
RATING: R/NC-17 depending on how sensitive you are.
SUMMARY: In which Sherlock is reading, Sebastian is drunk, and a fight ensues.
They’ve been dating (well, Sebastian calls it dating, Sherlock calls it...a mutual...thing) for almost six weeks when Sebastian stumbles into Sherlock’s dorm room, drunk. Sherlock’s reading, and wants to be left alone. He says so, and Sebastian starts to yell about other people and how Sherlock’s been neglecting him and all Sherlock can say is “Seb, you’re drunk, you need to calm down,” but it’s not working and then Seb’s fist is making itself known to Sherlock’s jaw.
Sherlock staggers back, hits the bed, and falls to a sitting position on it. Sebastian advances and Sherlock remembers that he’s trained in bareknuckle boxing why is he sitting here like a target.
He stands and his fists become well acquainted with Sebastian’s ribs and general torso area.
Sebastian lets out a groan that would be semi-pornographic in another setting, and Sherlock knows he’s struck home.
Until Sebastian picks him up and throws him bodily against the wall of his room. Sherlock’s breath leaves his lungs with considerable force. Sherlock lets out an “oof” and Sebastian cackles. Pins Sherlock against the wall with his body.
And then Sherlock thinks his nose might break, Sebastian is kissing him so hard. Oh. This is what Seb was aiming to do in the first place. Sherlock paws at Sebastian’s chest, this is painful, he thinks his lip might be bleeding and they’ve already scraped teeth twice. Sebastian responds not by breaking the kiss, but by deepening it, and Sherlock is not going to be able to go to class for a while, he’ll be bruised.
Eventually he shoves Sebastian away, and can taste blood. So he is bleeding. They’re both breathing heavily. Sebastian stalks toward the door, and part of Sherlock is saying thank god, he’s leaving and part of him is saying no, stay, and then Sebastian slams the door shut without walking into the hallway and now Sherlock can’t run if he wanted to.
He backs up again, wiping the blood from his mouth on the back of his hand. This time he hits his bedside table, then the wall again. Nothing soft to cushion what he’s sure will be a painful blow. Sebastian locks Sherlock’s door and is upon him faster than Sherlock would think possible.
Sherlock is pinned again and now Sebastian is making his was down Sherlock’s neck. He bites Sherlock’s collarbone and Sherlock gasps.
Clothes disappear like money at the beginning of the semester. Somehow, tripping around the bedside table, and a lamp cord, they find their way to the bed.
Sebastian is drunk, and was obviously wanting a fight, but he’s not rough now, for the most part. He bites at Sherlock’s hip and Sherlock imitates Sebastian’s groan from earlier.
Sebastian’s hands and mouth are everywhere all at once and they’re absolutely destroying the bed. It’s quick and not quiet and when it’s all over, Sebastian collapses on top of Sherlock, panting.
They lay there like that for what could be moments, or hours, or perhaps several sunlit days, before Sebastian or Sherlock does anything. Eventually, Sebastian rolls carefully onto what little space is left on the single bed, pressing close to Sherlock, suddenly very affectionate.
Sherlock remains immobile for a few moments, then twists around and bites Sebastian’s ear.
Seb nearly falls off the bed in shock.
“Payback,” Sherlock grins.