Of werewolves and vampire's

Untitled Part 10

Sherlock had enjoyed helping John. Not just because he was able learn more about werewolves, but because he liked the man and the wolf. His fur, where it wasn't matted with blood, was soft. It had been relaxing. His brain had slowed and calmed down a bit. Maybe he could make a shampoo to use on John, should be easy. He could add mint since John already smells like the scent. Perhaps pick up a brush while he was at it. He had enjoyed brushing Redbreads fur when he was younger. He hadn't deleted him from his mind palace. But, no, he shouldn't get a brush, John most likely won't last a week, maybe a month. The last flatmate last three days. On the other hand, John had killed someone for him today.

He had enjoyed watching him shift, a normal, dull person would have found the sight grotesque as his bones broke and his skin tore and ripped as fur split from the cracks. Sherlock was sure if John moved at the wrong moment, there would be blood. After he couldn't help but stare at the sight of strong John standing before him naked.

"Just a transport. Just a transport. Delete the sight of John naked. " He told himself.

But he couldn't he wanted to see him more. Wanted to examine the hard tunt muscles, the scar tissue across his left shoulder. Those strong powerful legs, the thick cock resting between his thighs. He could feel his own stir at the thought and recent memory of his new flatmate. Sherlock went back to the bathroom for a cold shower.

Sometime latter Sherlock was jerked out of his train of thought by a strange sound. There it was again a moaning thrashing sound coming from upstairs. Sherlock slid up the stairs and paused listening in.

"Get back! Go! Now! No!" was all Sherlock could understand in between the screams and sound of John thrashing the bed frame thumping against the floor, the springs squeaking.

Sherlock therw the door open and step inside he placed his hand on John and tired shaking him awake. Next thing he knew he was on the ground with John on top of him. A knife pressed against his stomach a growl rumbling in his throat his eyes wild and blazing silver and blue.

"John it's me Sherlock."

The knife was no longer pressed against him, but John lunged for his throat. His teeth pressed on each side of him throat.

"Bad mate, our mate. " he started to lick where his teeth had been. "Mate Sherlock." a low whining came from John's throat as he stroked Sherlocks curls, John nibbled at his cheeks and his nose, his ears.

All ways wolves show affection, the teeth at his throat was a reprimand. With how John was speaking and the fact his eyes were different Sherlock decuded that there were two beings in John's head. John and a wolf. The wolf was currently in charge and had no intention of letting him up. They lay on the floor a tangle of limbs until John and his wolf fell back asleep. Sherlock slowly slid out from under him and left them lying on floor.

He took out his phone he had deleted all the information about mates. He needed information but who to ask. Mummy would want to met John right away, would ask to many questions and reveal to much about his childhood, like she did when mycroft married whats her name. He had deleted Mycroft's wife's name, he hated her so did mummy after she found out she was cheating on him. The only good thing that came out of her was little Áine. Victoria was out of reach and Sherlock didn't want to wait, Father would tell Mummy. So that left Mycroft the insurable fat git.

How do vampire's tell who their mate is? -SH

How is your Doctor Watson brother? Trust you to find the only werewolf residing in London -MH

I could put his talents to good use.-MH

Leave him alone he's mine Mycroft-SH

All right i will tell you under one condition. You will not disgorge Doctor Watson from taking any jobs from me.-MH

I won't disgorge him to much is the best i can do. As long as he's available when I need him.-SH

There are a few signs other than compatibility and normal more typical ones. Shared dreams, their blood will be the most exquisite tasting blood you have ever had and when you first bite them your minds will merge into one you see they will see memoirs and everything at once. -MH

Sherlock had a lot to think about now, his mind was racing to much to atcarly sleep and test out the first sign. He would test that first and second before the first one. Now how to taste John's blood without biting him. Maybe for an experiment vampire's sliva had minor healing properties mostly to heal over bite marks but maybe it will work for shallow knife wound. Cut both of John's arms one side to see how long it takes for his body to heal and the other side to see if he could heal faster with Sherlock's saliva. All of which would have to wait till John woke up. Sherlock wasn't quite ready to deal with wolf side again.

In the morning Sherlock waited impatiently for John to finish in the bathroom and come into the living room. He wanted more from him but was feeling lethargic and couldn't be bothered to drag him out of the bathroom. Sherlock watched John putter around in the kitchen the kettle and the microwave going off at the same time. John placed a mug of warm blood next to him. Sherlock took a sip.

"You put honey in here. "

"Yah do you like it? It was the only thing you had in cupboard so I assumed that you put it in your blood. "

"Where did you learn that trick?" it wasn't something most vampire's gave away.

"Clara put cinnamon and nutmeg in hers. A friend from Afghanistan put cumin and cayenne in his. Clara always said a hot cup of blood was better than a cuppa in the morning. She always complained about the taste of cold blood. Bill never did. Maybe because she was turned and was born? I don't know."

"John I believe there's a very important detail you left out last night. The fact your not alone, when your eyes shift in colour it is in fact your other half in charge at the moment. Your wolf. "

"How did you know? " John look surprised

"We talked last night. " Sherlock said draining the honeyed blood.

"You should consider yourself lucky. He likes you, he usually has no need to convince with others. Human speech is silly and immature, unable to convey everything. So he doesn't do it. What did he say?"

"Nothing important. What's his name?"

"He doesn't have one" John cocked his head a little to the left and his eyebrows raised in surprise before turning his attention back to Sherlock. "He wouldn't mind if you gave him one though. "

Sherlock knew exactly what to call Jon's wolf. " Redbeard."