"Not yet." John whispered, "But soon..." It was obvious what the vampire wanted. He wanted it too. To feel those teeth sink into his neck or leg or the vein above his heart. He shivered.

He moved his hands and began to unbutton the shirt that Sherlock wore. It was well tailored and the color complimented the vampire.

He was hard in his trousers, his cock pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of the denim he wore.