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Anyone who barely knew William would tell he was acting like his usual self. Whoever, someone paying more attention would notice the slight tremor of his right leg and his dry lips that he was constantly wetting with the tip of his tongue. Hiding his apparent nervosity wouldn't usually be a problem for the young man. If that wasn't for the detective sitting across from him…
It wasn't his presence that was causing William troubles, even if that definitely wasn't helping. Ignoring Sherlock's advice, William continued to smoke, more and more. But today, he was out of cigarettes. Of course, it wasn't being short of money that was holding him back from buying more, but he couldn't do it without raising his brother's attention and worries. He still hated the sensation it was giving him, as if his lungs were rotting. But without him even knowing it, his body and his mind became addicted to it… and to was it meaning to him. He wanted more of him. Always more.
Sherlock was talking about something but William couldn't focus on a single word, sentences sounding incoherent in his ears. He couldn’t even remember the reasons for the other’s visit to his mansion. The only thing his mind was aware of was the smell of tobacco emanating from the man. There was no doubt that the man smoked just before meeting him. The smell was penetrating in his brain, taking over everything, intoxicating his senses, numbing him from everything else. It was the smell of cigarettes. It was the smell of Sherlock. It was Sherlock.
'' Do you want it so bad? ''
The suave voice suddenly made his way to William's brain, helping him resurface to the real world. Only then did he realize that he had his eyes closed and was leaning in, not so subtle about his subconscious thoughts. Opening his eyes, he leaned back, his cheeks flushed.
'' I don't know what you're talking about. ''
A snort from the other man.
'' Liam, you can't play this little game with me, you know it very well. After all, it was one of the first things you guessed about me the very first time we met. I'm an addict. I can tell when someone else is going through a withdrawal… Since I entered I could see it. I waited to see if you would ask or do something, but it seems like you’re as stubborn as I thought. “
There was a proud smug on his face. This bastard. He knew very well he was right and from the beginning was teasing and testing the other. No wonder he sat so close, almost at the edge of his chair. How much William wished to close the distance between them… thankfully, a table was separating them, preventing him from doing something regretful and unsuitable for a gentleman of good family. That was not the opinion of Sherlock, who innocently stretched and touched his shoes with his own, not moving them. William didn’t move further but didn’t withdraw either.
“ Did you come to my house only to showcase your lack of manners, Mr. Holmes? “
He rested his elbow on the arm of the sofa, his chin on his hand, hoping he was looking like his usual self, like a predator and not like an armless sheep in lack of something he could not have.
“ You’re being impolite and in addition to that, you’re wrong. I’m not in need of anything. “
He added with a little laugh, just to tease him back as a payback.
“ After all, is there something I couldn’t afford? I can get anything I like.”
The other raised an eyebrow, amused.
“ Oh, really? Anything? “
“ Anything. “
To his surprise, instead of answering, the detective stood up and walked around the table to sit next to him, so close, too close for it to be decent. As soon as their arms were brushing, the smell became stronger and William clenched his teeth. This time, in addition to the tobacco, he could clearly discern Sherlock’s personal smell. A cheap perfume, sweat, a mix of other things he couldn’t quite guess right away. On any other person, it would have been disgusting and he would have requested for the man to move away. But somehow, Sherlock’s smell was attractive to him. Still trying his best to keep control over his own instincts, he held back his breath. Unfortunately for him, Sherlock decided to test his limits. He leaned in, closing the distance between them even more and William thought his heart was about to burst. His mouth was close to his ear, his dark curls tickling his cheek.
“ Then, why don’t you come and get it? “
William almost gave in. Almost. But looking down, he noticed the cigarette pack in the other’s jacket pocket. Moving his arm from the side of the sofa, he leaned in as well, sliding his fingers in the pocket, taking a cigarette.
“ Alright, if you’re insisting… “
He placed the cigarette between his lips, looking at Sherlock with a provoking look, his fingers still in the other’s pocket, trying to find a lighter or matches. Sherlock’s eyes became darker as if the ocean in his eyes was shaken up by a tempest and he furrowed his eyebrows. He slapped William’s hand away, who looked at him with surprise, letting the cigarette slip from his mouth.
“ Do you need to keep that pretty mouth of yours busy so badly? “
William’s throat was dry. Was the other angry? He tried to think about something to answer, something smart. But before his brain could produce anything useful, Sherlock had closed the very small gap that was remaining between them, keeping the other’s mouth busy, too busy to use his silver tongue. It was William’s breaking point. The smell became too overwhelming. Not able to hold back any longer, he let out a small moan, kissing the other back, moving his lips and his hands on the other, clenching on the already wrinkled shirt.
He dreamed so much about it, had so many fantasies, he couldn’t believe it was real. He was holding Sherlock as if he was afraid he might dissolve like smoke, escaping from his embrace. When both of them were out of breath and parted away for a moment, he buried his face in the other’s neck, inhaling his smell as if his life was depending on it. Soon, their lips were sealed together again, and William felt like the temperature was getting higher. Under all the layers of his clothes, he felt suffocating. Annoyed and impatient, he pushed Sherlock, climbing on his laps as he started taking off his ties, his jacket, then came the vest… The clothes piled on the floor and William, always so careful and delicate with his stuffs, was not even sparing them a single glance. He also helped Sherlock take off his jacket then worked on the buttons of his shirt, trying his best to not just rip it open. He always guessed Sherlock had a muscular body but he was never able to take a look at it. He was starving. He barely took a look at it, preferring running his finger across his chest and his torso, earning small gasps from the other.
“ Touch me. “
His voice was hoarse. It was not a beg; it was an order that Sherlock didn’t wait and obliged him, his hands pressing his thighs then squeezing his ass. This sensation was even better than anything William could ever imagine, and it was only the beginning. He threw his head back letting out a loud moan and moved his hips, allowing the other to hold him tighter, groaning in his neck. He barely noticed Sherlock undoing the buttons of his shirt, only feeling the air on his bare shoulders at some points as he was being louder and more aroused under Sherlock’s touches.
Suddenly, he heard the door of the living room being opened violently, making him jump and turn back.
“ Brother is everything alright, I heard you, is Sherlock Holmes hurting y- “
Louis was standing on the doorstep, a knife in his hand, ready to jump at Sherlock’s throat, but froze in front of the scandalous scene in front of him. His dear brother, his usually well-styled hair completely messed up and his lips swollen up. Half undressed, his neck covered with red marks. And he was on Sherlock Holmes laps, he had his disgusting hands all over him. A growl escaped from his lips as William was regaining his senses.
“ Ah, Louis, this is not… “
Louis’s hand was tightening around the knife and he was about to step in the room when he was suddenly jerked back.
“ Let William have some good time for once, he deserves it! But William, please, next time, wait for us to leave the house, I had no ideas you could be that loud… “
Jame’s voice echoed as William hid his face in Sherlock’s neck. He heard laughs, more than one, before the door closed. Great, now the whole mansion was aware of his preferences and his intimate life. He was never going to hear the end of it. Sherlock didn’t even seem to mind, laughing as he was still holding the other’s waist.
“ Oh God, I’m going to need more than one cigarette… just give me your whole pack… “