That Scent Must Sustain (5): Follow the Trail
John was staring. Jesus, he was staring. Sherlock was laying it on thick, his heavy-lidded eyes locked on the doctor's, his hand tracing lazy circles on John's chest. It was hard to think, hard to breathe, when he looked so ready to fuck. "I want to...
That Scent Must Sustain (4): Consumed by its Fire
Scream? Surely not. Sherlock Holmes was not a screamer, nor was he one to give away the machinations of his mind. John could try. Oh god, he wanted him to try. He hadn't expected to be so carried away by the seas of lust suppressed inside of him, but...
That Scent Must Sustain (3): I Need Every Day
Beneath him, Sherlock was breathing slowly. The rise and fall of his chest was hypnotizing; John almost lost himself in the rhythm. He shook his head and focused, letting his hands brush the silk robe from Sherlock's shoulders. It pooled around him,...
That Scent Must Sustain (2): I'll Have This Desire
Four days. He had sat in silence for four days thinking of John. His John? He wished. He could be. His pupils dilated in Sherlock's presence, his heart rate increased just enough to be visual, but still he held back. This was what occupied Sherlock's...
That Scent Must Sustain (1): My Brain is Haunted
Sherlock was thinking. That was how he spent most of his time, to be sure, but this mental study had engaged him for several days. He hadn't eaten, he hadn't slept, he simply reclined on the couch, eyes open, fingers steepled against the bow of his...
The Color of Passion
Red. Such a stimulating color, loaded with meaning in every culture. Lust, love passion, speed, virility, life... What did it mean now? Was there a hidden message, some meaning he had missed? Sherlock turned the information over in his mind, mulling...
Knight's Trials
"alright vorel, just wait, i'll be up in a minute and..." sleep fell slowly from my body, a dream of the knights barracks still filling my muffled brain.