Of werewolves and vampire's

Untitled Part 9

John was glad he had made it in time to stop Sherlock. He watched as he lead the way. They soon arrived and took a seat. Sherlock started the questions.

"How are shifters and werewolves different? I know the average size of a gray wolf is sixty-six to hundred thirty pounds, you were six hundred and thirty pounds. Your front muscles are more akin to a bear or tiger. I noticed you have a collar in place of clothes."

"Well, unlike shifters who change in an instant, werewolves take much longer. I typically take five minutes. It's also very painful."

"Can I watch one day? Without your clothes of course, I've seen Lestrade and Donovan shift, they just blur for a second before reappearing."

"Tonight, I need to wash my fur and could use your help if you don't mind. You can get a closer look then. Anyway, back to your original question. Werewolves are long-lived if we don't get ourselves killed. We won't die of old age or of sickness. We have excellent healing when it's not mixed with silver, which takes our bodies longer to heal. There's increased strength, better hearing and sense of smell."

The waitress came over and they quickly ordered their food before counting on with their conversation. Normally, John wouldn't be discussing any of this, especially their weakness. However the wolf and him were in agreement because it was their mate, he needed to know.

"I gathered the scent bit seeing as you were able to detect what poisons were being used, the down side would be artificial ones at least when their in abundance. Hence why you didn't sent the cabbie because of the drunk people, they were highly intoxicated and had bathed in the stuff."

"That would be the downside, easily overwhelmed. Word of warning: don't ever use a dog whistle on me, if you need to use one, warn me first." John couldn't help but wince from the memory.

The waitress put down a plate of dumplings. John took a bite and let out a happy sound. If he had still been a wolf, his tail would have wagged. It practically melted into his mouth. His couldn't wait for the rest of his food. Sherlock looked at him, amused.

"You were right, this place so far is amazing, can't wait to see how many fortune cookies you get right."

It didn't take long for them to finish off the dumplings and then the waitress brought out their meals. They ate in a comfortable silence. Sherlock even slid the rest of his meal over to him. They took the fortune cookies home. Mostly because John felt dirty and needed desperately to get clean.

"Ready?" John asked Sherlock, waiting for affirmation before stripping.

"Don't be tedious and hurry up."

John rolled his eyes and quickly stripped. "I can shift a bit faster than most werewolves because I worked hard at it. Ten to fifteen minutes of shifting leaves me open and vulnerable to attack. So I worked to condense the time." With that being said, he began his third shift that day. His muscles protested but he pushed past it with a bit more effort. He could feel Sherlock's eyes on him as his body contorted into the larger more furrier form. They stood before Sherlock on four legs, sandy fur crusty with the blood of the cabbie. Sherlock kneeled before him.

"Your coat seems to be to light for the cooler weather of London but too heavy to for the darest this would imply you adapt to different climate changes." Sherlock said his fingertips lightly touching his fur.

Which reminded John to ask Sherlock not to touch him after shifting back into a human. His skin would feel to raw, and touch would only make it worse. Fur had less nerve endings so they leaned into his touch. Sherlock continued rubbing his fur.

"You're 152 centimeters at your shoulder *5 ft* and 366 centimeters long *12 ft* 45 stone *630 pounds* a bit underweight." Sherlock picked up his left front paw lightly, running his fingertips along the fur that grew in between the pads, he twitched and involuntarily jerked out a gasp. "Ticklish? " Sherlock picked his paw again to examine his claws which retracted like a cats. "May I examine you more when your coat is lighter in the summer? It would be easier to see the way your muscles move then." John wagged his tail and nodded. "I said I would help you wash your fur, so do hurry up." Sherlock ordered as he headed to the bathroom.

John quickly followed him, steam was already starting fill up the bathroom. Sherlock had taken his shirt off so it wouldn't get wet. John couldn't help but enjoy the sight of his pale smooth flesh, he wanted to see his abs and follow the trail of dark hair that disappear into his trousers. When Sherlock turned the water off and moved out of the way, John hopped into the tub the water, turning a rusty pink from the blood. He closed his eyes, enjoying the warm water, he heard the sound of a bottle and could smell sandalwood. His army mates would take turns on the day of his three night cycle hosing him off, if his fur was covered in mud or blood he could still feel it after he had shifted. No matter how many times he showered, it didn't help. If Sherlock had said no, he'd have asked Ms. Hudson to hose him off. But this right here was heavenly. Sherlock's long clever fingers working out the knots in his fur, the sent of his shampoo minging with the scent of Sherlock. It was something he hadn't asked the detective to do. He gave Sherlock's cheek a small lick of thanks and appreciation.

"Is your fur always this color or is it lighter because of the sun much like your own hair?"

John shrugged the best he could, he didn't really look at him self in mirrors and he didn't swim as a wolf, he would sink.

*"Is it true that wolves only have red and blue photo receptors in their eyes? Very little research has been done on what colors wolves see. Tests on domestic canines show that they may not be able to distinguish yellow from green or orange from red. Tests on wolves, where red, blue, yellow, and green dyes were put onto clean snow, show that they often detect the red and yellow stains. This could be because they associate these colors with blood and urine and have little interest in the other colors. There is no conclusive evidence regarding the color vision abilities of wolves, however."*

John let out a small huff of amusement, he mate seemed to be enjoying him. Showing once again how smart he was.

"John, if you allow me to do small experiments and to study you, I will bathe your wolf form whenever you need it. Since you can't actually speak, I will take this as a yes." Sherlock drained the tub and rinsed him off. "We can start tomorrow. I need to plan this out and finish off my other experiment." Sherlock towelled him off. "Go ahead and shift. I want to see the difference between the two shifts."

John rolled his eyes and began. He was knackered he hadn't shifted this often since he left Afghanistan. After the shift, he stretched his arms up over his head, hearing his arms pop, enjoying the stretch. "We can talk about the experimenting tomorrow. Thanks for helping me out. Good night, Sherlock." John headed up to bed, hoping that tonight would be nightmare-free.