Of Blood And Steel, Sherlock (BBC), NC-17
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veronicasleepsTitle: Of Blood And Steel
Author: veronicasleeps
Rating: NC-17|FRAO
Characters/Pairings: Mycroft Holmes/John Watson
Word count: 346
Warnings/Spoilers: Bloodplay, Medical Fetish
Summary: "This is going to hurt a bit, I'm afraid." (as prompted on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sherlockbbc_fic)
Notes: This piece is almost a month old. I didn't get around to posting it earlier.
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"This is going to hurt a bit, I'm afraid," the words, even and soft, are whispered against the back of his head, and then he feels the press of lips against his cheekbone, just underneath the edge of the blindfold that is wrapped tightly around John's head.
Mycroft's voice makes John want to shiver even though he knows that he shouldn't. Instead he throws his head back onto Mycroft's shoulder.
The cold sharp point of the needle pushing into the soft skin of his elbow makes John groan. The slowness makes it hard to take, but that's the way John likes it. It's good, so very good, and it has almost the same kind of intensity that a cock pushing into his arse has, only it's more intimate in a way.
Because it's taking a small piece of life from him; it's drawing his blood out of his vein through cold artificial steel.
"I'm going to take this with me, when I go," Mycroft bites the skin of his throat, white hot pain warring with the cold burn in his arm for a moment, and it makes John lose control and buck up with his entire body. "I'm going to bottle this up for you John," he pushes down on the puncture mark and the needle still lodged in it.
Several sharp movements -he's changing the vacuum tube, John knows the feeling- and then Mycroft kisses him and it's overwhelming and he can't think about anything else but Mycroft's tongue licking into his mouth, and the way that his teeth bite his lips, savage and wild, and so very unlike Mycroft's usual behaviour.
It makes John's head spin.
He sucks in a deep breath when Mycroft finally let's him go, but it's stolen again from him as soon as the needle is pulled out of his flesh. All it takes is a soft brush of Mycroft's hand against the head of his cock and John comes with a ragged groan, blinking against the harsh light when the other man pulls off his blind fold.
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Author: veronicasleeps
Rating: NC-17|FRAO
Characters/Pairings: Mycroft Holmes/John Watson
Word count: 346
Warnings/Spoilers: Bloodplay, Medical Fetish
Summary: "This is going to hurt a bit, I'm afraid." (as prompted on
sherlockbbc_fic)Notes: This piece is almost a month old. I didn't get around to posting it earlier.
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"This is going to hurt a bit, I'm afraid," the words, even and soft, are whispered against the back of his head, and then he feels the press of lips against his cheekbone, just underneath the edge of the blindfold that is wrapped tightly around John's head.
Mycroft's voice makes John want to shiver even though he knows that he shouldn't. Instead he throws his head back onto Mycroft's shoulder.
The cold sharp point of the needle pushing into the soft skin of his elbow makes John groan. The slowness makes it hard to take, but that's the way John likes it. It's good, so very good, and it has almost the same kind of intensity that a cock pushing into his arse has, only it's more intimate in a way.
Because it's taking a small piece of life from him; it's drawing his blood out of his vein through cold artificial steel.
"I'm going to take this with me, when I go," Mycroft bites the skin of his throat, white hot pain warring with the cold burn in his arm for a moment, and it makes John lose control and buck up with his entire body. "I'm going to bottle this up for you John," he pushes down on the puncture mark and the needle still lodged in it.
Several sharp movements -he's changing the vacuum tube, John knows the feeling- and then Mycroft kisses him and it's overwhelming and he can't think about anything else but Mycroft's tongue licking into his mouth, and the way that his teeth bite his lips, savage and wild, and so very unlike Mycroft's usual behaviour.
It makes John's head spin.
He sucks in a deep breath when Mycroft finally let's him go, but it's stolen again from him as soon as the needle is pulled out of his flesh. All it takes is a soft brush of Mycroft's hand against the head of his cock and John comes with a ragged groan, blinking against the harsh light when the other man pulls off his blind fold.
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