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Sherlock Fic: That Which Sustains (NOT Gen, R)

Title: That Which Sustains
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC 2010)
Rating/Warnings: Slash, Sherlock/John. R. KINK: Blood, knives, non-vampiric hemophagia.
A/N: First time I've ever written anything like this. Originally posted anonymously on Saturday here. De-anoning, even though I said I wouldn't be. *is brave* Light editing from original post. [LJ-Only]
Summary: It's not like he hasn't tasted blood before, but this is John's, and that makes it different.

That Which Sustains
by CaffieneKitty

The first time is an accident, a nip too hard, teeth too eager, then a tang of warm metal as John's lip bleeds into the kiss.

John pulls away with a soft 'ow', Sherlock's 'sorry' really isn't as he pursues the retreating warm iron.

It's not like he hasn't tasted blood before, but this is John's, and that makes it different.


The next time is after the conclusion of another successful case, and the giggles turn into sighs and looks and touching and they're back at the flat again. This case was rough and bruising, particularly for John; the murderer had thought him an easy target due to his stature and as a result had his assumptions kicked around the abandoned warehouse.

John's knuckles are bruised, scraped raw, they are kissed in the cab, in-drawn breath at the sting of Sherlock's licking. Inside behind closed doors, other scrapes and wounds are revealed under clothes. A wide scrape up the side of John's ribs, from sliding on the concrete floor, coat and shirt pushed up dragging away skin on the rough surface. Sherlock licks there too, tasting the blood. John's blood, that he seems astoundingly willing to give up for the sake of a case, for Sherlock.

Licking isn't enough, he needs more. He spreads his mouth wide and kisses, sucking hard to raise the blood to the raw flesh along John's ribs. John cries out, inarticulate, like an animal. Sherlock breaks off, looks up to meet John's startled eyes.

For a hanging moment he thinks he's miscalculated, that of all that they've shared, of all the blood John's spilled for him, he won't want to share it like this, that John will run now, call him freak as the rest do. If he does, Sherlock feels he might literally die.

John's eyes slide half-closed and he bares his teeth in a lascivious smile. "Gentle now." He says, fingers combing through the curls on the back of Sherlock's head, drawing him back to where blood is seeping out fresh.

Something loosens inside Sherlock and he bows his head in, reverent, suckling at the blood as John hisses and moans, cradling Sherlock's head in his hand.


Soon it's not enough, never enough, John is his and he is John's but the taste of blood, fresh from the chase, red and warm makes everything so much clearer, crystalline. The knife comes out with the excuse of a case, experimentation, but once out it can't be put away. He draws the tip along, fresh lines where no one will see, blood welling up and he drinks like John is wine, he's more than wine, he is John and carries their souls combined in his veins.

John knows it's more than accident, or an experiment or a perversion of the flesh; he must. Sherlock for once can't deduce John's thoughts on the matter. He doesn't protest Sherlock's appetites, but how can a medical man understand this need to drink his life blood from him?

He hopes John understands, but he can't tell for certain. Until he is given proof.


Another crime scene, murder, something interesting but easily solved if only Anderson would stop twitching and rabbiting on and Donovan would cease staring at him. He can feel her eyes, burning. John is watching him too, but his gaze is never unwelcome, especially when it burns.

Lestrade is not here, neither is Dimmock and Sherlock does not have the time to train yet another Detective Inspector out of the most base levels of stupidity, especially when the woman would not even come to the scene herself. It's late afternoon, and the streets outside are filled with noise and traffic and it's all too much to focus. Sherlock shouts everyone away from the scene, and they retreat from the room but stand muttering and rustling in the hall because Lestrade isn't here and Dimmock isn't here and Sherlock has no authority and will have none unless he provides some useful information about the case but even the traffic will not shut up.

His hands are on his own ears, focus, focus, focus, idiot, when the door behind him slams shut and John pushes him up against the wall, hands fisted into Sherlock's coat. John searches Sherlock's eyes for a moment and Sherlock has in the exceedingly small part of his mind reserved for propriety the words 'John, now is hardly the time', but John steps back, sliding his sleeve up his arm.

Sherlock's breath freezes as John draws his clasp-knife, flicks it open and slashes into his own arm, eyes never leaving Sherlock's. Blood wells up from the cut readily, redly and before John can offer, Sherlock falls to his knees to have the cut at his mouth, pulling in the blood. His eyes close, tasting John, iron, salt, John, and he feels John's other hand, stroking his hair, his back.

"Ignore them," John is whispering, breath hot as blood in his ear. "Ignore it all. Just you and me and a murderer's secrets here. Nothing more."

Sherlock shakes, a small whimper rising unbidden from his throat as John's blood slides down it.

"Shh," John whispers, fingers twining in the hair at the back of Sherlock's neck, "I'm here. I'm here."

And then Sherlock knows everything.

- - -
(that's it. *koff* so... yeah.)

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twistedsheets10 From: twistedsheets10 Date: August 26th, 2010 04:30 am (UTC) (Link)
God why is this so hot. why is this so hot mummy.

/manic grin

caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: August 26th, 2010 05:15 am (UTC) (Link)
I have no idea. I've never written anything like this before. O.O
ciaranbochna From: ciaranbochna Date: August 26th, 2010 05:05 am (UTC) (Link)
I will repeat myself here, sorry. There is nothing in the world you cannot do with your writing, hells bells. I always appreciate when people are accepted exactly as they are, scars and all--you are a wonder:) I had no doubt people would love it.

Oh and if you wanted to know, concussion is misspelled, thought I would say:)
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: August 26th, 2010 05:17 am (UTC) (Link)
...what concussion? There's a conclusion, but no concussions, I don't think... *searches again*
prongsxwormtail From: prongsxwormtail Date: August 26th, 2010 05:18 am (UTC) (Link)
I should not enjoy this as much as I do...but I will...
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: August 26th, 2010 05:24 am (UTC) (Link)
Um... thanks? If it makes you feel any better, I usually write Gen, and I still have no idea where I came up with this. O.o
thiefofcamorr From: thiefofcamorr Date: August 26th, 2010 05:19 am (UTC) (Link)
Aww, I love it. Sherlock and his addictions, and John being so reassuring, I could see this happening.
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: August 26th, 2010 05:28 am (UTC) (Link)
*blushes* Thanks
malevolent73 From: malevolent73 Date: August 26th, 2010 05:46 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh boy. *G* This was very very well done. I love that Sherlock isn't really sure if John minds it, but then he he is made very sure by the end. I also seem to have a thing for John running his hands through Sherlock's hair (pulling is a bonus). Did I mention this was very very good? *loves it muchly*
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: August 26th, 2010 06:03 am (UTC) (Link)
*is an absolute nervous wreck* Thanks. :-)
angelogdarknes From: angelogdarknes Date: August 26th, 2010 05:50 am (UTC) (Link)
I have to admit, going in I had some reservations about the idea. I'd never really connected it with them. But....well, you made it work. Very, very well. It seems like it would be an interesting concept to explore.
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: August 26th, 2010 06:07 am (UTC) (Link)
The prompt over on the meme was "Non-vampire Sherlock likes drinking John's blood" and I really have no idea why, but that set this off. To my knowledge I don't have any kinks and have only recently been prescribed a pair of slashgoggles, so writing this was a bit of a shock for me. :-)
faeryqueen07 From: faeryqueen07 Date: August 26th, 2010 05:57 am (UTC) (Link)
This was simply stunning. Delicious, even.
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: August 26th, 2010 06:07 am (UTC) (Link)
Heheh, thanks :-)
danglingdingle From: danglingdingle Date: August 26th, 2010 06:19 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, my gods YES! YES! Now I can properly mem this, I was getting desperate. THANK YOU!
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: August 26th, 2010 06:51 am (UTC) (Link)
Hee! *blushes* I even gave it a title this time around!
tehomet From: tehomet Date: August 26th, 2010 08:59 am (UTC) (Link)
Bloody hell! No pun intended.

This was perfectly written, intriguing, and burning hot. Wow.
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: August 26th, 2010 03:31 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! :-)
spellingwitch From: spellingwitch Date: August 26th, 2010 09:44 am (UTC) (Link)
Indeed, why is it?? :)

"readily, redly" - love that.

caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: August 26th, 2010 03:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
I don't quite know where this one was hiding in me, so I doubt there'll be more, but I have no idea.
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caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: August 26th, 2010 03:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you. :-)
dendritejungle From: dendritejungle Date: August 26th, 2010 12:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
...wow. There really isn't anything you can't write beautifully, is there?

I will, with some embarrassment, admit to being among those who found this scorchingly hot. And it's a little scary how easily-picturable (totally a word) this story is. But mostly I'm just rolling the wonderful turns of phrase around in my head. And this whole story is just a perfect length; you've said exactly what needs to be said an no more. My god. You really are a magnificent writer. You do know that, right?

And yay you for posting it! *cheers Team CaffieneKitty*
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: August 26th, 2010 03:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
*blushes from head to toe* Um. *blushes some more* Thank you. *glomphs you*
innie_darling From: innie_darling Date: August 26th, 2010 02:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
Not my kink, but I really like the way you've drawn the connection between them.
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: August 26th, 2010 03:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
Funny thing is, it's not my kink either. I was going from a one-line prompt for Sherlock drinking John's blood and this came out. I don't even know if I have kinks. XD
ungalad From: ungalad Date: August 26th, 2010 10:42 pm (UTC) (Link)

Sherlock Fic: That Which Sustains (NOT Gen, R)

Eh! Kinky! Very nice. I'm not really into kinky fics but I did like this one. :) Glad you decided to post it to your journal, otherwise I probably would've missed it!
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: August 27th, 2010 02:26 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Sherlock Fic: That Which Sustains (NOT Gen, R)

entropynchaos From: entropynchaos Date: August 26th, 2010 10:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
*whimpers* Pretty, pretty, pretty! ^_^
caffienekitty From: caffienekitty Date: August 27th, 2010 02:27 am (UTC) (Link)
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