Somewhere outside, the sun is traveling across the sky, pouring its light over London’s gleaming buildings and grimy pavements. John might never see it again. “I’m going to keep you,” Sherlock had told him, when he’d bound John tight and chained him into his bed. But a vampire’s thralls tend not to last for long.

700 word fic to go with Archia’s recent vamplock picture.

It’s short and everybody lives, so probably nothing traumatic, but watch the tags and warnings: vamplock, rape/non-con, captivity, bondage, concepts of slavery and mind control, vore motifs (well, vampires, duh, but I played them up a bit).

BBC Sherlock fic: Candlelight

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