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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Sherlock_Holmes/John_Watson
  Character:
      Sherlock_Holmes, John_Watson
  Additional Tags:
      Shotalock, Shota_John, Daddy_Kink, Daddy_Sherlock, Vampires, Vamplock,
      Vampire_Sherlock, Human_John, Established_Relationship, Kissing, Blood
      Drinking, Blood_Sharing, First_Time, Masturbation, Hand_Jobs, Come
      Swallowing, Come_Eating, Fluff, Fluff_and_Smut, Extremely_Underage,
      Underage_Sex, Consensual_Underage_Sex
  Series:
      Part 1 of Homeschooled
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-19 Words: 5705
****** The First Lesson Isn't Always the Hardest ******
by TheMadKatter13
Summary
     An innocent question begets a filthy lesson.
Notes
     I didn’t used to like shota. Or daddy kink. But then I fell into the
     terrible trap that is michi’s shotaJohn tag, and I had to start this
     thing. That was a few months ago. Two days ago, I find out it was her
     birthday and of course I had to finish this for her.
See the end of the work for more notes
"Papa, what's 'semen'?"
Just coming home from a freshly-solved case, Sherlock's mind was still
organising the data he'd gathered over the last few days in his mind palace and
the question took several moments to register. When it did, he stopped dead in
his tracks just inside the doorframe, coat halfway down his arms, and looked
over to where his little boy was sitting at the kitchen table... and promptly
got hard. Within his mouth, his fangs slipped down from his gums and began to
throb in tandem with his cock at the sight that greeted him: his little John
sitting at the kitchen table, wearing nothing but an adult-sized jumper and
mouth and cheeks smeared with a thick white substance. The image simultaneously
aroused him so much it made him dizzy and filled him with a white-hot,
protective rage at the thought of anyone else touching his little human. A
second later, when he noticed the old medical textbook in front of the young
boy and one of Mrs Hudson's platters of white-frosted cupcakes at his elbow, he
nearly sagged in relief.
Suitably assured that John remained untainted, the vampire resumed taking off
his coat and hung it up before joining his precious ward in the kitchen where
he stood at the small child's back and waited for his greeting. But John was
too caught up in what he was reading, his usually smooth brow wrinkled in
concentration as he tried to understand the complex text aimed for those far
above his age group. Sherlock found it painfully adorable how badly John wanted
to be a doctor, how John had been the one to request that his papa buy the
books. But if he was going to be ignored in favour of the tome, maybe he should
take them away until the lesson was learnt.
When he cleared his throat and John still didn't look up, Sherlock loosed a
huff of fond annoyance and palmed the front of the small throat, stroking the
right carotid artery with the pad of his thumb and the left with the pads of
his fingers. The fluttering of blood flowing beneath his fingertips only served
to make his cock and fangs throb harder as he slid his thumb along the line of
the small jaw and up under the small chin, increasing pressure as he went until
John's head tilted back to look at him. There was a flush across the chubby
cheeks and his boy whispered a quiet "Sorry, Papa" as the detective bent his
own head down.
"Mhm..." he hummed quietly, tongue sliding out to lap gently at the frosting
covering his boy's face. It took several minutes to clean the sweet substance
from the smooth skin, and by the time he was done, John was whimpering and
trying to catch the vampire's lips with his own, little tongue darting out to
brush enticingly against his larger one. Slowly, he chased John's tongue back
into the small mouth, lapping his way inside until chubby fingers clenched at
the hem of the overly large jumper where it rested over bare thighs and his
human's pulse raced beneath the vampire's long, cool fingers.
Quite familiar with how greedy (needy) the young boy could get if Sherlock
broke away too quickly, he eased the invasion of his tongue until he could
finally break away to speak after laying a chaste kiss upon the smooth
forehead. "Where did you learn that word?" Dazed blue eyes blinked up at him
for a few moments, confusion pinching the skin between the little boy's
eyebrows. When the vampire raised an impatient eyebrow, John's confusion
morphed into sudden understanding and he shook his head as if to clear it,
dropping his chin down and pulling the textbook in front of him closer to point
at a paragraph.
"Right here, Papa." The small finger was indicating a passage regarding the
purpose of testicles. The small blond head below him dropped back and stared at
him with wide eyes, the motion elongating a delicate neck. Despite his earlier
feeding, Sherlock felt his hunger pull at his attention and he had to tear his
eyes away from where he could see his young human's blood flow just under the
skin. When he finally managed, they dropped back to the writing John was still
pointing at and his head cocked in consideration.
"Where you good for me while I was gone, John?" he asked, unbuttoning the cuffs
of his shirtsleeves.
"Obviously!" John scoffed mockingly. For a moment, Sherlock stared at him in
surprise, frozen in the midst of rolling up his sleeves, and John stared back
straight-faced. Then the boy's lips twitched right before he broke down into
giggles that made the vampire's chest feel warm. "Papa's face," he gasped
between laughter. He couldn't help but smile at the clear enjoyment on his
little boy's face as he swept the small form into his arms and against his
chest. The short, thin legs splayed around his waist, so innocent and yet, so
utterly obscene, especially considering the erection no doubt tenting his
trousers just below his little boy's arse.
He cupped John's soft, bare bottom with one hand to keep his small human
balanced as he carried him to the couch. He had barely sat down before John was
pressing their lips together in short, shy little pecks that still had him more
erect from their well-intentioned innocence than any past seductress’s
experienced touches. He darted his tongue out, poking once at the seam of
John's lips and surprising his little boy into startling backwards. Chuckling,
he slid his palms under the back of the adult-sized jumper and up along the
length of the small spine the small back at the last second, keeping his
delicate human from toppling to the floor. John glared at him for a moment
before breaking into giggles.
"You wanted to know what semen is, yes?" Sherlock asked when his little boy’s
amusement subsided. John nodded his head eagerly. "Would you like a treat for
being good for me today?" His little boy’s eyes narrowed in confusion, not
understanding the apparent topic change, but he nodded anyway. The vampire
smiled at him, a calm, gentle smile, and the tips of his dropped fangs peaked
out, drawing his human’s attention.
"Am I going to get Papa’s blood today?" the little boy asked, licking his lips.
Startled, the vampire just blinked at him.
"Would you like some?" John just nodded his head eagerly, wriggling in
excitement. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, he did so right on top of
Sherlock’s erection. The man had to bite his lip to stop himself from groaning
aloud.
It was a strange thing, having someone excited to have his blood. In the past,
back when he had been human, money had been measured in how many male pleasure
slaves (many younger than John was now) one had, how many wives just past their
first moon you had been wed to. Sherlock had never had any of either when he’d
been human, but after he’d turned, he’d purchased enough pleasure slaves to
provide him a secure source of healthy blood.
After feeding from them, he would always try to give them some of his blood in
return to help them recover from the damage he’d caused, and as a way to track
his slaves (a vampire could always sense the location of their own blood, even
if it resided in another creature). Often, though, if they were aware enough
after the feeding, the slaves would reject his offering, believing,
incorrectly, that they would become like him as soon as they ingested it. They
refused to understand that they had to die before his blood would take effect
and initiate the change. John, despite his love of horror movies that promoted
the same false propaganda, did not share this belief. It was one of the many
things he loved about his small boy.
"Then yes, you shall," he agreed. "But that is not the treat I have in mind for
you, my John." Wide eyes looked at him curiously, waiting patiently. "I will
show you what semen looks like, where it comes from, and how it comes out."
"Okay!" he said eagerly, shifting on top of Sherlock’s erection again in his
excitement. The vampire bit his lip so hard that blood welled beneath the tips
of his fangs. Without waiting, John jolted forward, small tongue laving against
the small punctures. When those bright blue eyes fluttered and a small, breathy
moan was released from the boy’s mouth, Sherlock almost bit through his lip
entirely.
"When you drink my blood, what changes do you notice in your body, John?" The
warmth of his ward’s skin was seeping through the fabric of his trousers and it
took every bit of his control to restrain himself from taking, from piercing,
from fucking. John may be able to take him if he were patient enough, but even
an adult would require medical care if taken without preparation, much less
someone of his little human’s age.
The boy’s brow wrinkled even as his cheeks darkened. "My... my tummy gets warm
and my heart gets happy," John said slowly, not meeting his eyes.
"Is that all?" he replied, already knowing the answer. Even when he had been
human, Sherlock had never been very good at following societal conventions
regarding body parts that were supposed to remain hidden or their functions.
His lack of shame in life had carried over and amplified in death.
"My... my pe- my penisgetshard," the young boy said in a rush, face bright red
with the blood that had rushed to the surface and eyes studiously averted to
the side. Chubby fingers were holding the bottom of the oatmeal-coloured jumper
away from his body, clenching the hem tight enough to turn the little knuckles
white.
"Mine does as well, John." Wide eyes snapped his way, and the expression on
that precious face turned cautiously hopeful.
"It does?" His ward’s voice was tight and a bit afraid, so Sherlock cupped the
small jaw and drew John in for a slow kiss before pulling away just as slowly.
"Yes, it does. Would you like to see?" John’s eyes darted from his own eyes to
his lips, then away and then back to his eyes before he gave a short nod.
Sherlock sank back against the sofa, perching his ward on his knees as he
unbuttoned his shirt. Bright blue eyes followed every movement of his fingers,
curious rather than hungry, and those little fingers, always ready to test,
reached out, seeking contact. He intersected them gently with a single shake of
his head and John sat back, this time curling his fingers in the fabric of
Sherlock’s trousers. Trousers that he was unbuttoning and unzipping to pull his
cock out from its confinement.
He did not have a particularly girthy cock, tending towards the slender side in
keeping with his body’s proportions, but it was still thicker than the boy’s
and a fair deal longer. Slowly, curiously, John pulled the hem of his jumper
up, revealing his lack of pants underneath, as always, and a petite, half-hard
cock. Carefully, Sherlock tugged at the jumper and encouraged his boy to strip
completely. Though he resisted at first, a fearful look in his eye, John
eventually raised his arms over his head, letting the vampire pull the thick
material away.
"Papa, I--" John started, crossing one arm over his chest and dropping his
other hand to cover his genitals. Sherlock hushed him with the press of a
fingertip to the small lips, and his boy quieted immediately.
"Do not be ashamed, John," he said clearly as he eased the small arms out of
the way. Just as with the jumper, there was minor resistance before the limbs
fell to the side, though John’s eyes turned away as well. "I want you to watch
something." Tentatively, the eyes returned to him as he sliced open the pad of
his index finger on his fang. Now those blue eyes turned hungry, already
anticipating the taste of his blood. He wrapped his other arm around the small
waist and slid the boy down his thighs until their cocks were pressed against
one another. His little ward was almost panting, confusion blatant in the
crease of his forehead as Sherlock shifted his hips, creating the smallest
amount of friction between them.
"Papa?" John gasped, face twisted as if he didn't know how to interpret the
stimulation. Good. There was no reason for him to already have similar data.
Sherlock had long desired to be John’s first everything, ever since he had
found the boy at a crime scene, the sole survivor of a serial murderer several
months back. And now that was finally coming to beautiful, innocent fruition.
"I feel it as well," he said instead, stroking the soft curve of a thigh with
his undamaged index finger. "Now, I want you to look down, all right?" There
was a pause before John nodded and dropped his chin. Sherlock dropped his chin
as well, resting his temple against John’s, almost coming from just the sight
of their cocks pressed against one another, let alone the sensation of it. As
they watched, Sherlock wrapped his other arm around the small, blond head,
cradling it in his elbow as he curled his fingers around the fragile jaw,
carefully pressing the pad of his bleeding finger into the small mouth.
"Watch," he whispered, and then John began to suck.
With the first pull, potent lust and arousal shot through Sherlock at the
sensation, only made worse by the way their cocks twitched against one another.
His finger was released as the small head jerked back with a gasp. "Papa! Papa,
did you see-"
"Yes," he murmured, significantly more subdued. "Watch," he redirected in a
firm whisper and slipped his index finger back into the wet heat up to the
first knuckle. John began to suck at his finger again, small draws that only
ignited the fire in the vampire’s veins and made his cock throb harder. The
first moan that broke from his mouth made his little human look up, but this
time, he did not relinquish the hold on the digit between his lips. In fact,
small teeth gripped his finger gently, keeping it in place.
The familiar hazy look induced by the aphrodisiac quality of his blood was
nonetheless foreign in his little human’s bright blue eyes, but Sherlock could
not say he minded. The sight of John blissed out on the taste and power of his
blood (some of the oldest in existence) was one that would be kept in his mind
palace for all eternity. And then the small hips against his began to shift,
rubbing their cocks together. Finally, John looked down to watch, the loss of
those eyes on his freeing Sherlock from the veil of innocence shading the
experience so that he could resume watching as well. It was glorious.
The arm around his ward’s waist tightened, pressing John as firmly against his
cock as he dared to press. The young human’s fragility always a terrible weight
on his mind--the fear of hurting the being most precious to him was near-
crippling at times--and he never retained as much control in anything else as
he did in his handling of John. But it seemed he had nothing to fear in this
moment. As soon as he had pulled the boy in his lap closer to him, the teeth
around his finger tightened while one hand clutched at his wrist to keep it in
place and the other reached out to brace against his shoulder. The fumbling,
clumsy movements were only made filthier by the way his little human began to
frot eagerly against him once slotted into place, and by the way John never
took his eyes from their cocks.
His orgasm was simmering at the base of his spine, ready to tip into a boil,
but it was missing something. What that was, however, didn’t click until John’s
teeth tightened to a point that would have been painful if he had been human.
The suction around his finger increased sharply as the flow of blood from the
cut on his finger increased, muffled moans vibrating along the length of the
digit as John’s throat worked to swallow the liquid.
"Give me your finger, baby," he whispered, voice hoarse. "Papa needs--" Before
he’d even finished speaking, the hand that had previously been propped against
his shoulder was shoved at, and nearly into, his mouth. Despite his arousal
making him nearly mindless with need, he couldn’t help but chuckle at his boy’s
eagerness. As quickly as he could, he scored the pad of John’s index finger
with the tip of a fang, relieved when John didn’t flinch; his little human was
too far gone in the pleasure of his own rising orgasm and the taste of
Sherlock’s blood to notice the pain.
The first taste of hemoglobin over the vampire's tongue made Sherlock moan low
and long, and his hips bucked upwards unconsciously. The movement dragged
John's glans along his erection in a delicious line of friction and heat that
threatened his strained control. Control that was barely keeping the vampire's
draws on the finger in his mouth to a bare minimum so he didn’t drain his
little human dry. Even now, in the midst of having a long-held desire finally
fulfilled, the fear of taking too much was never far from his mind as he drank
from the precious being currently in his lap. That threat to his control only
increased as his little human writhed against him endlessly, expression
tortured and confused as his small body roiled with previously unexperienced
sensations and chased after something new and overwhelming.
Assured by the strong grip on his wrist that John would remain in his perch
without the support of his arm around the small waist, Sherlock drew the limb
back, only to slip his hand between their bodies to wrap his fingers around
them both. At the first stroke of their foreskins sliding along their shafts,
his boy loosed a high cry that was music to his ears. He used the opportunity
to slide his forefinger to the safer space between the flatter molars as he
continued to stroke them slowly. John was like a snake in his lap, squirming
endlessly, his small cock nearly slipping free from Sherlock's hold.
"Papa? Papa, I'm scared. I--" His boy cut off with a sob around his finger,
tears falling from clenched-shut eyes. He would have licked them away if he had
a second tongue.
"It's all right, baby," Sherlock whispered encouragingly. "I won't let anything
bad happen to you." Nothing in all of his history felt more important in this
moment than the need to see John orgasm before he reached his own climax. "Try
to relax. Don't try to contain it." His boy's small cock was tight and hot
against his, the length smaller than the width of his palm, making it so
Sherlock's own cock received far less contact than John's with every stroke.
Even still, the vampire was tighter than a string on his violin. He was only
awaiting the bow-stroke of his ward's orgasm to make him sing.
He quickened the pace of his wrist as much as he dared and John's body bowed,
the small chest and bright pink nipples arching towards Sherlock's while teeth
clamped down on his finger. His boy sobbed around the digit in his mouth and
his cock released what little semen his barely-developed testicles could
produce. It had never been more of a struggle to keep his eyes open as his own
orgasm rolled through him, but he had never been quite so desperate to watch
the expressions of another before.
John’s face was exquisite in its show. The blissed out look of pleasure made
Sherlock’s cock throb harder, pulsing semen over his palm, their cocks, their
stomachs. The look of confusion laced with fear made him suck just a little
harder on the finger in his mouth, the blood sliding down his throat and
calming the bloodlust that had risen as a biological reaction to his sexual
lust. As John calmed, however, the teeth on his finger loosened and the biting
turned to suckling, the soft, near-ticklish sensation of a small tongue
flicking against the wound on the pad of his forefinger only reigniting his
arousal. He released the smaller cock to wrap his fingers tightly around his
own, stroking himself with a blurring pace, drawing out his orgasm until his
vision turned white and his testicles had no more semen to ejaculate.
When his vision cleared, he nearly lost it again at the sight of John face
dripping with streaks of the vampire’s come, the bright blue eyes hazy but wide
in surprise, lips a perfect ‘o’ around the tip of his finger. His cock
twitched, eager to get hard again despite its inability to do so so soon after
such a drawn-out release. Even though his ward was the very picture of
depravity, John himself was still the picture of innocence. His little boy’s
expression turned curious as he dipped his finger into the small puddle of come
forming in the basin of their pressed-together pelvises.
"How do you feel, John?" he asked as he pulled his finger free and unwrapped
his arm from the back of the small blond head. His little boy immediately
torqued to the side, lips parted to take his finger back before he stopped
himself. Sherlock’s cock gave another throb in protest at the delicious
expression of need across his ward’s face as his little human settled back onto
the vampire’s knees. The wound on his finger now closed, he combed his fingers
through sweat-damp hair, attempting to project an air of calm and relaxation
when all he wanted to do was lay John down and do it all over again. That and
more. So much more.
"I feel... fuzzy, Papa," John said, voice hoarse. "My tummy feels fuzzy, but
happy. And so do my fingers and my toes and my chest and my nose." There was a
brief pause and then his boy broke out into giggles that made the vampire’s
chest warm in a way that had nothing to do with sexual arousal and everything
to do with wanting to keep his John happy for all of time. His boy leaned
forward, and put a hand next to his mouth as if to block an invisible audience
from seeing his lips move. "I rhymed," he said in a conspiratorial stage-
whisper.
"You did," Sherlock agreed with a soft smile. "My smart boy." John’s face
flushed and Sherlock leaned forward to place a kiss to the patch of ejaculate-
free skin on the small forehead. "Did you like what we just did?" he asked,
voice as neutral as he could make it. He himself wanted nothing more than to
continue showing his treasure the pleasures the human body could produce, but
if it was something his ward didn’t want him to do, then he would not force
himself on John. "Is it something you would be open to doing again?"
Now his little human’s face flamed, the red rising to the surface of his skin
off-setting the streaks of white decorating his cheeks, nose, and chin. Those
eyes like the clear summer sky turned away from him and Sherlock pulled his
hand from the short blond strands to cup the small jaw turn John’s face until
their eyes met again. "I will not be upset if you did not like it, but I need
you to tell papa the truth, no matter what, all right?" he said steadily. He
hoped that the response would be positive, especially considering how
beautifully the small body had responded to his whims. But it was equally
possible he pushed too hard too soon, and he steeled himself for the negative
as well.
"I... I did like it, Papa," John whispered, face growing hotter beneath
Sherlock’s palm. "I liked it a lot. I don’t want you to stop." Despite his
words, those blue eyes still darted away, refusing to meet his. Assured by his
ward’s words, but confused by his actions, the vampire hummed and scored open
the pad of his same finger, right along the red line of the barely-healed first
wound, before swiping his finger through a steak of come on John’s cheek and
holding it up to the boy’s lips.
"If you liked it, why will you not look at me, John?" he asked, waiting for the
small lips to wrap around the tip of his finger. Blue eyes darted towards his
and then away, and then back again.
"It felt... weird," John finally admitted. "I was... It was scary, Papa."
Perhaps this was a topic they should pursue. Sherlock quickly swiped the come
and blood from his finger, the cut healing instantly with the application of
his saliva, and lowered his hand to curl around smooth hip and cup a smoother
bottom to keep his cargo steady as he settled back against the cushions.
"You know that I will never allow harm to come to you, correct?" he asked, and
his ward’s head nodded emphatically. "Good," he acknowledged with a smile that
made John smile back with a light blush and Sherlock forced himself to ignore
the come still spattered over his little boy’s face. The need to lick it free
like he’d licked away the cupcake frosting or to feed it to his little human in
combination with his blood warred with the need to allay John’s fears and sort
out his confusion. "Could you explain why you were scared?"
"My mind got all fuzzy and I felt really happy. Like really really really
happy! So happy I couldn’t stand it! And my penis was doing weird things and I
didn’t know what they were but it kinda felt like I had to pee and I didn’t
want to pee on you and it- It was just a lot, Papa!" John was panting slightly
after his little monologue and Sherlock had to fight to keep a smile from his
face.
"That feeling you had right here?" He stroked the tip of his unwounded finger
low on John’s belly, along where it was still bare, but would soon fill in with
hair. If Sherlock didn’t turn him first. A small, pink tongue darted out and he
had the pleasure of sensing the increased flow of blood below his little
human’s skin and seeing pupils dilate, making the bright blue rings around them
disappear. "I had the same feeling. It’s called ‘arousal’. It contributes to
your penis becoming erect. Once your penis is erect, your arousal can increase
with stimulation until you ejaculate."
His little boy’s brow was furrowed in confusion, and Sherlock forced himself to
reign in his speech patterns. He did not cater to ‘baby talk’ as so many human
parents did, but spoke to John as if his ward was of similar age to him. His
little boy did his best, and in fact, did a fair deal better than humans four
times his age, but there were some words and concepts that he did not yet have
the life experience to grasp.
"When you drink my blood, and when I touch you in certain ways, your penis will
get hard," he rephrased, reminding himself to speak a bit slower as well. "If I
touch your penis enough, you will feel that same happiness here," he paused to
tap his finger to his little boy’s sternum, "and here," a tap to the boy’s
belly, "and then it will come out here," he finished, gently tapping the tip of
the small, flaccid penis.
"So... When I was sucking Papa’s finger, and Papa’s penis was hard, it was
because Papa was happy here?" John asked, placing his small hand flat to
Sherlock’s belly, low enough that the heel of his hand brushed the short, dark
curls of the vampire’s pubic hair.
"Correct, John," he murmured. The small hand was pulled back, though the drying
come on Sherlock’s stomach had their skin trying to stick together. John
frowned turned his hand to his face, peering curiously at his palm and the come
visibly smeared across it.
"Is this semen?" John asked, head tilted in that adorable way of his when his
mind worked to connect old information with new.
"Yes," the vampire replied. "It forms in your testicles," he started, touching
the tip of a finger to the small, hairless globes, "then moves through your
insides," he continued, tracing vague lines above the small, limp cock, "and
then disperses through your penis," he finished with a sweep along the flaccid
flesh.
Slowly, his little human raised his palm to his face, then gave his palm a
tentative lick. The small nose wrinkled, and it was clear John was trying to
determine how acceptable he found the taste and texture. "Try it like this,
baby," Sherlock murmurred. He reopened the wound on his finger pad before
carefully swiping the uninjured tip through the come across John’s left cheek.
He held up the white- and red-covered finger to his boy’s perusal. After a
minute of staring, two sets of chubby fingers curled around his hand and held
it still as soft lips enveloped the proffered digit, a gentle tongue sweeping
over the liquid on his finger.
It was immediately clear that he had made the right decision as John’s eyes
fluttered and a moan vibrated down his finger and into Sherlock’s cock. The boy
in his lap squirmed closer, one hand uncurling from around the vampire’s to
cling to one of the halves of Sherlock’s open shirt, trying to eliminate any
distance between them. Carefully, he began to pull his finger away and his
little boy glared at him and gripped tighter with teeth and fingers alike.
"John, we can’t clean you up if you don’t let go." His ward narrowed his eyes
at him, clearly considering the pros and cons of releasing the cleaned finger
for a fresh replenishment. Finally, the grip of fingers and teeth relinquished
and Sherlock pulled his hand back to slice open the pad of a second finger
before he drew his finger through the mess on the eager face before him. For a
second time, he held up his offering, spread over two fingers rather than one,
and this time, John did not hesitate to suck down the digits. The lithe tongue
swept over and between, thoroughly cleaning blood and come from his skin, and
his little human barely finished before he shoved the vampire’s hand back at
him, licking his lips.
Slowly, streak by streak, Sherlock offered his ward come from their skin and
blood from his fingers, all the while fighting temptation to simply bend over
and lick the come from John’s skin. Or have his little human do the same to
him. But the fluttering of his boy’s eyes became less based in pleasure and
more in exhaustion, and eventually, they fell closed and stayed that way,
John’s hands still holding Sherlock’s fingers inside his mouth. Smiling softly
in the way only this being could incite, the vampire kept the small, naked form
cradled against his chest as he stood. The motion, however, caused the various
states of drying come on their skin to gum up and crack, and the soft
expression morphed into a grimace at the sensation.
He left the small form on his sheets as he dampened a washcloth with warm water
before setting to work cleaning first John’s chest, thighs, and penis before
rinsing out the cloth and cleaning off his own skin. When he was finally
satisfied, he glared at the late hour on his clock and assured his heavy
curtains were set in place against the rising sun before stripping and crawling
into bed. While he did not require the heat gained by being covered with a
duvet, his ward was fragile and susceptible to the cold, and Sherlock pulled
the small back against his chest as the fabric settled over them.
A small hand surprised him by clumsily grabbing for the arm draped around the
small waist and he lifted it obligingly. Chubby fingers held his wrist in place
by the warm mouth as soft lips nipped at his fingers, suckling gently at the
tips.
"Go to sleep, John," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the soft, blond hair.
Despite his command, the body in his arms squirmed and wriggled until John was
finally facing him, blinking up at him with bleary eyes. Sherlock cocked his
head and waited, curious to see what his ward would do. A bit awkwardly, the
boy crawled up the sheets till his head was on level with the vampire’s before
he seemed to lose his balance, falling face-forward into the laying man’s
cheek. It wasn’t until Sherlock felt the pressure of pursed lips traveling over
his jaw to his mouth that he realised his little human was trying to kiss him
goodnight.
It was easy to occupy John with soft kisses as he rolled the boy to his back
before drawing away, curling up against and around the small form protectively.
Once again, his boy turned to face Sherlock, but this time, he only wiggled
forward to press his face against the man’s bare chest.
"I love you, Papa," he felt more than heard murmured against his skin.
"G’night." Despite himself, the vampire could feel his heart swell at the
ritual words, eyes tingling with tears he could no longer shed. It was
fascinating how, after centuries of nothing more than apathy towards what he
had once been, he could feel so much emotion for one small being. One small
being who placed all their trust and love in him. Trust and love he would do
everything in his power to keep.
"I love you too, baby," he whispered back, pressing a lingering kiss to the
blond hair as puffs of soft breath from his already-unconscious ward fanned
across the bare skin of his chest.
FIN
End Notes
     That was oddly fluffy, all things considered. I do plan on there
     being two more parts, though I’m not sure when they’ll be out.
     If you enjoyed, then spread the love and reblog the thing! :3 Tschüß~
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