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13 January 2010 @ 12:43 am
Burns  
I'm going to post the other ones from the meme (sherlockkink) later. But here's this one!

Title: Burns
Rating: PG-13ish?
Kink/Prompt: okay. so i very much want a self-harm fic.

i want holmes to be a cutter/scratcher/burner (whatever); i don't even care how long he's been doing it, but I want watson to find out. I want an initial bad reaction from he Doc... calling it 'another fucked up part' of holmes' personality or something. Then want conversation. Take it where you want!
Notes: Um… I'm not sure what happened.... Did I really write this? O_O

OOoo


Holmes twirled the little match in between his fingers. A small discarded matchbox, the kind that restaurants leave out for customers to take, lay near his feet. As seen by the charred pieces of wood scattered near that box, every match was gone, except for the one in his hands. He twirled the match some more as he contemplated his next move.
Holmes’ white shirt was ruffled with the left sleeve rolled up as far as it would go. The top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned and any form of a coat or waistcoat long gone. He was barefoot, for he had been sitting in this position for nearly… 2 days maybe? He didn’t really keep track. Blackish spots lined his otherwise pale left arm where the sleeve was rolled up.

”Its just one more match…” He thought to himself. “Might as well finish the box…”

Without another moments delay, he took up the discarded bow and lit the match. Perhaps it was because of the food, water, sleep, and even light deprived state he was in, but he starred, transfixed, at the orange and blue flame as it quickly climbed down the wood. Holmes heard the front door slam and looked away only for a second. He realized all to late and let out a cry as the fire hit his fingers. Though this time it hurt more then the others because he wasn’t expecting it.

“Holmes?” A concerned Watson yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Holmes’ head began to hurt as he listened to the creaking of the stairs and Watson’s eager running.

“Holmes I’m gone for one night,” His voice got louder as he opened the door. “And-What in God’s name are you doing?” Watson ran over and opened the curtains allowing light to illuminate the room

“W-Watson. Stop yelling and close the curtains. You’re making my head hurt.” Holmes slumped back into his chair.

“Holmes… are those…matches?” He asked slowly.

“Ah! My dear Watson, your deduction skills are improving. They are indeed, matches.”
Holmes attempted to turn his back to the doctor, but Watson was quick and managed to grab his left arm. Holmes let out a cry.

Watson merely shook his head in distaste. “B-burns? I can’t believe you.” He dropped the arm making Holmes let out even another cry. “Holmes I’ve put up with the violin playing, you killing my dog regularly, and even with your immense substance abuse problems! But this… Oh this is the last straw.”

Holmes turned his head and merely smirked. “If I do recall, which I most certainly do, you said that about all of them. The last straw is indeed, not the last straw.” Satisfied with himself, Holmes continued, “Now if you’d just pass me my violin-“
SLAM.
Watson delivered a punch to Holmes’ let cheek. The blow was so great, and Holmes so shocked, his chair went toppling over. He sat there trying to control his unsteady breathing as he stared up at blue eyes full of fury.

“Every single day.” Off went Watson’s coat and waistcoat. “I put up with your nonsense.” He pulled Holmes up from the fallen chair and slammed him into the nearest wall. Holmes whimpered with the pain that delivered to his already aching head. “And I never get anything, not even a simple sorry.” He ran his hand down the bruise on Holmes’ cheek that was forming. “And then to come home and find that you were lighting matches and intentionally burning yourself?” Watson asked his voice showing a bit of worry, while his eyes showed much more. “Can’t you just say sorry?” Watson’s voice cracked with his last words.
Holmes was at loss as to what to say. He merely starred and just registered the furry that exploded within Watson when he crashed his lips onto Homes’ and forced his tongue in. Watson continued to bite at Holmes until his lip was bleeding.
Watson then let his lips travel to Holmes’ neck and immediately bit him with all the strength he could muster. Holmes let out another yell, but this time it was a cross between and yell, and a moan. Watson smirked and licked clean the blood that had come out of the marking right before ripping his shirt right off. The already unbuttoned top of the shirt allowed the doctor to easily rip off the rest. Holmes’ breathing accelerated as he realized what Watson was planning to do. He lay a hand at Holmes’ pants, but then… all of a sudden it stopped. Everything just…stopped. Watson let out a sob.

Tears began to fall, though you would have to be as close as Holmes was now to see them. Holmes’ head was throbbing and he could barely see straight, thought the tears did not go unnoticed. He sighed breath of relief at the fact that Watson was not going to rape him. A breath of frustration immediately followed that… Watson wasn’t going to fuck him. Sigh.
Watson sank to his knees and continued to let silent tears fall. “W-why?” He mumbled.

Holmes shrugged. Not really knowing what he was answering to, “I guess its just another part of my fucked up personality…”

This was shortly before he crashed his lips with Watson, and vowed to say he was sorry every minute of the next hour and 17 minutes. If he was correct, that was approximately the amount of time they had before Mrs. Hudson returned from her grocery shopping.

OOoo


eheh, hope you liked! *rubs neck nervously* Er...
 
 
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Feeling: tiredtired
 
 
 
Natalie: holmesbellax_xmuerte on January 13th, 2010 12:43 am (UTC)
oh, this was so, so wonderful! thank you for filling this for me <3 The balance between the two was spot on. just what i needed. i just wish it was longer! great stuff! :D
Candy Sparklycakes: Rock of Ages~Wes says No.candygluepress on January 13th, 2010 07:15 pm (UTC)
You're are moooost welcome!!!
Ah, I always wish my fics were longer, lol! But what can you do right? :)
isabelle: [people] johnny b wright 'spring awakenihanschenfangirl on January 13th, 2010 01:52 am (UTC)
Do like. Very much. So much slashy subtext/not-so-sub-text cannot be ignored.
/does not have an appropriate icon
Candy Sparklycakes: Next to Normal~Kyle Dean Masseycandygluepress on January 13th, 2010 07:17 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Very much.

:D You saw the movie? Or are you talking bout something else?

We really need more icon space! I have no Holmes icons! :O

But when in doubt... use a squeely icon.
For example. Kyle Dean Massey as Gabe. Squeel.
Katrin: kyobyotsui_lucielle_i on February 17th, 2010 12:45 pm (UTC)
Okay, I'm way late, but I just stumbled upon this while browsing the Sherlock Holmes- kink meme xD
Just wanted to say I really liked this. The tension between them was lovely.
And... I see you're in Vienna, too?
Candy Sparklycakes: Spring Awakening~Frülings Erwachen<3candygluepress on February 19th, 2010 11:02 pm (UTC)
Danke sehr!

Yeah, I'm on student exchange here! I've been here for maybe... 1.5 months now? Ah, I love it here so much!!