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Summary: It is I he hungers for, and no other.
Author's Notes: Written for the 7 deadly sins community on
live journal. Gluttony is prompt #2. Please keep in mind that this
ficlet is unbetaed and contains Australian spelling. If you find a
mistake then feel free to point it out to me.
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As friend and some times physician to the worlds' only consulting
detective I have over the years of our association attempted to teach
Holmes moderation. His habitual use of narcotics and extended periods
of lethargy have not gone unnoticed or without impact on either his
great mind or his somewhat tenuous health.
It has not been an easy task by any stretch of the imagination and
there have been periods during the many years we have roomed together
when I have feared for both my ability to care for him and Holmes's
sanity. The time of my greatest fears have passed however and I am
happy to record that I have succeeded in at least teaching Holmes to
abstain from those things that do him the most harm.
Still, with all we have celebrated it is only right that I also
record that there remains one particular excess which I have not been
able to subdue. As a doctor I am duty bound to point out the
detriment of this and provide an alternative where possible, but as
the sole witness to his often ravenous appetite I frequently find
myself torn between my responsibilities to my oath and my own needs
as the only man to love, and be loved by Sherlock Holmes.
I say it is love we share though I am very aware that ours is not
a match of the heart or one that could ever be accepted as such by
society, polite or otherwise. It matters little however. Mutual
regard has always played a significant part in our relationship and
as we are both men, and at times slave to the base needs of all men,
we have formed a union of joint and lasting satisfaction.
Holmes has on occasion accused me of judging him unfairly but I
know that we are nothing if not equal in our sins.
My life, prior to and since meeting him has always been one of
service to others and I know it is my own innate need to provide aid
that awards me my greatest sense of fulfilment. When my friend is in
need I find myself roused by the mere thought of his skilled
hands and often insatiable mouth upon my person -- that it is I he
hungers for, and no other.
Despite my wish for us both to practice moderation in all things I
will prepare myself for his pleasure, sometimes reclining on my bed
while I wait for him, at others standing beside it in much the same
way an eager servant might await a loved master. Holmes will always
appear pleased with my efforts, whatever they may be, when he enters
my room to find me, my hand more often than not on my prick stroking
myself for him. His desire undoubtedly stoked by the sight of my own.
Niceties aside he will then fall upon me as a staving man might a
banquet prepared for his sole enjoyment.
I have over the years likened the experience to being fed upon, my
flesh a feast for a ravenous hunger, the surrender of my seed both
reward and sustenance for a gluttonous appetite.
When it is over and we are both once again in our right minds
Holmes will apologise for his sinful behaviour, always promising me
he will take a firmer hold on his passions in the future. I can not
absolve him however, for we each know that nothing will ever change
in this regard because neither of us truly wishes it.
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