The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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He was lucky with his expertise he was able to find a job relatively quickly in a field he was familiar with. John looked down at his mobile as the alert came through. Christ. It was going to take him at least twenty minutes, if he was lucky, to get to the scene. But, he packed his things into the case and headed out.

He had been in Afghanistan for five years. First as a medic, then a doctor, and finally a hunter. He still was a doctor, but he had been assigned to an elite unit in the desert. Part of him felt a bit odd about all of it. But he didn't quite mind.

He made sure he had everything before he left.

He heard the annoyed voices, before he saw anyone as he entered the room.

"Oi. Who're you?" A man with two days of stubble and mussed black hair asked.

John paused and looked him over before his eyes landed on the gentleman in the suit with salt and pepper hair. There he was. "DI Lestrade? I'm Doctor John Watson, the new Occult Specialist, I just started last month." He gave him a smile, wanting to be nice, but not too friendly. People got jumpy around the occult. He saw it all the time in Afghanistan, and even here in London.

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John put his hands on Sherlock's face. "No you're not. But you're you. And I want you." He told him, "I've had plenty of sexual adventures in the past. But I will always be loyal to you and that's what they make toys for."

He pursed his lips together. "It's probably such a small probability, I wouldn't worry about it. No need to get condoms."

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Toys. He was quite far from vanilla when it came to his sexual proclivities, but he had never really needed to use toys. He made a mental note to find the largest toy that he could, something that could be used on both of them.

Sherlock rocked up again, groaning softly, Just talking about this, and having John in his lap was starting to affect him. John was right, he wasn't an Old One, even if the half demons were.. 'Breeders' like the demons called them. There was no way that he would get him pregnant.

"I'm still quite open from last night." Sherlock said, his voice going low. "Because a certain half demon stretched me wide and filled me." He arched up his hips. I think I was still leaking when I woke up this morning. There was so much come everywhere, wasn't there?"

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John bit his lip at those words. Oh buggering hell. He moved to get off Sherlock's lap, but found that the vampire held him tight. He moaned and stared at the other, face flushed.

"I... I never need to be stretched. You could just push your long cock right in."

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John tried to move away.. Why did he try to move away? Sherlock held onto his arm until he settled back down into his lap.

"I don't even have to push a finger inside of you, and hook it to find your prostate? and then put in another, rubbing at that sensitive spot inside of you?" He asked, his voice a low rumble. "Well, that seems like rather a shame, doesn't it?"

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John was embarrassed by how much he wanted the vampire. In any shape or form. He whimpered and shifted a bit, the whimper becoming a full on moan when he felt that erection pressing against his arse.

"I... I've never experienced it before." He admitted. Usually he did the fucking, or on the times he was fucked, it was by other demons or creatures.

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Sherlock's interest became confusion for a moment, and then, a bit of pity. He honestly had not been expecting that. Had John never had a good experience being fucked?

"You've never had someone open you up slowly, teasing you and winding you up more and more before they finally fill you up and fuck you?" He asked, genuinely surprised. 'To feel one finger, then two, then three, and maybe even four, slowly opening you up more and more, spreading you wider and wider. " He faded off into a groan... he was going to bend John over and fuck him here,the way this was going.

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John bit his lip and swallowed. How was Sherlock so good with words? How was this possible? He whimpered.

"N... No. Never." He moved one hand to adjust himself. He was so hard in his trousers and he didn't want to get off like this. But honestly. The way Sherlock was talking... it could do him in.

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He had never seen or felt John's cock when he was in his human form. But now, when John shifted, he could see and feel it quite well. It wasn't nearly as long or thick as when he was a half demon- his true form- he had to have been a foot long, and 4 or 5 inches around, something akin to a small horse. But even as a human, he was well above average, and still larger than himself- he'd have to guess about 8 inches and still quite thick.

Sherlock rocked up again. "You're still huge." He whispered, nibbling softly at John's neck, leaving tiny little pinpricks of blood that he eagerly lapped up. Thankfully he had drunk well the night before and would be sated, blood wise at least, for about a week. The blood excited him, but didn't send him into a Blood Frenzy.

"I wonder.. if I make you come, can you stay in your human form, or doe it take too much concentration? Or will you just be so mad with lust that your inner demon comes out and you fuck me into next week?" God, he found himself wanting to be a sex slave to this man, a hole to take whenever he wished. But he kept that quiet.

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"I... I..." John got off Sherlock's lap, trembling. He didn't want to hurt Sherlock. He knew the man had to be sore from the fucking the previous night.

"Please. Don't make me lose control." He begged softly, "I don't want to hurt you."

He had lost control once, letting his true form take over. His partner had been another demon, and they hadn't been hurt. He knew Sherlock was a vampire, but he didn't...

John looked at Sherlock, that same vulnerability from last night on his face now.

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Sherlock really was surprised now. Had he gone too far? He looked at John.. REALLY looked at him. He felt like he had ruined the moment, and he was already softening, mad at himself that he had pushed too much.

But... he wanted to say it.. He HAD to say. It was already too late, it seemed, to salvage what he had wanted to do with John, to John, or for John to do to him. So there was nothing to lose.

"What.. if I want you to hurt me?" He asked, his voice was just a whisper. There were very few ways to actually kill a vampire. A true demon's blood could do it he wasn't sure if John's would have if he hadn't given him his permission.

Like many vampires, he got off on pain, that was obvious from last night, when John had spread him wide open.

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John stared at him. "I... I don't know if I can." He admitted, "It's never been intentional. It's never been because someone asked."

He sat on the couch, putting his head in his hands. He had always protected people, as a doctor, as a soldier. His parents had never wanted him to harm anyone unless it was in self defense, or defense of others. And he knew sexually was different. But..

No.

He couldn't.

"I'm sorry." He said, his facade cracking and fading. He wrapped his wings around himself, trying to hide. He was ashamed of himself.

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Fuck.

Fuck, fuck,. bloody buggering fuck.

He had ruined it. They had both been receptive, and had been flirting and rutting... and he had ruined it.

"John." He got up and walked over towards the couch, but he kept a bit of distance. It was obvious that he had fucked up badly and he was sure that John would leave him now, somehow find a way to break this bond, and he would be alone again, like he had been for so many decades now.

"I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean to... I.. I didn't.." He cursed under his breath and turned away, stomping into his room and slamming the door. He wasn't cut out for a relationship. Why had he jumped into this? He was only going to cause John more pain, and it was too late now. Maybe there was some way to break this, some way to free John from himself.

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John lowered his wings just in time to see Sherlock storm away. He sighed and slumped down. Of course he ruined it. Just like every other relationship. He got up and went into the kitchen. He began to make tea, letting his true form fade back into the human one.

Once the tea was done, he brought it to Sherlock's room and knocked on the door. "Sherlock? Can we talk?"

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Sherlock had tossed himself on his bed and laid on his back, his eyes closed and his fingers steepled under his chin. He was putting every touch and every kiss and every movement, every word John said into his Mind Palace. It would be all that he had. John would be gone when left his room, if he ever did again. It was wonderfully dark in his room, of course his entire flat had thick, black, blackout curtains to cover all of the windows. That made his room dark and cool, perfect for him.

He was surprised when John knocked on his door. Well, here it was, he said. John was going to leave. He was sure that he knew a Demon or and Old One who could break this bond. At least he had the decency to say goodbye first.

"Come in." He said, his voice sounding utterly defeated.

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John came into the room with tea and set Sherlock's on his nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. He was quiet for a moment as he took a sip of his tea.

"I may have panicked a little. All of this, is all new to me. I've never had a long term relationship and now I find myself bonded with a vampire. It scares me. But it feels so right. I'm comfortable here, more so than my little flat on the edge of the city. More so than my mother's house."

He held the cup of tea in his hands, staring down at it. He could make out the rim of the cup. "I want to satisfy you. But I'm not sure I can hurt you."

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John had brought tea. Sherlock had pushed him away, and yet John was still here, making tea and trying to talk. He had to at least try to heal the rift that he had formed.

"It.. is new to me as well, a relationship." Sherlock admitted. He had had lovers, and he had taken victims, but in 400 years, he had never tried to form a true relationship. Humans died too quickly, his fellow vampires tried to kill each other when they gathered, and he had no interest in demons or faeries or other magical creatures like that.

"It is scary." He said, looking down at his tea, finally picking it up and taking a little sip. It needed more sugar, but he'd never told John how he took his tea, so he drank it.

"I.. I would never ask you to make yourself hurt me, John." He couldn't look into the man's eyes. "But.. if.. in the throes of passion.. if you did.. it would be fine, really."

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He let out a breath and reached for Sherlock's hand, easily finding it in the dark. He squeezed. "It seems that we're both stumbling through all of this."

John took another drink of his tea. "If... In passion... I think I can live with that. But if I can't, I will let you know."

John looked over to where Sherlock was, smiling. He knew the vampire could see it in the dark.

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Sherlock didn't really answer, he just made an assenting noise and nodded. Being a vampire, he could see quite well in the dark. He had no idea how well John could see. He did see the man smiling.

"You can turn on the light if you like. It doesn't hurt me." He teased softly, a large smile on his face. He could only hope that John heard or saw it.

Sherlock held John's hand, and he put the cup down, so his other hand was free, so he ran it up and down the half demon's bare back.

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He shivered at that touch. Sherlock's skin was only a few degrees colder than normal humans... But it was so obvious.

John shifted and set his tea down. He turned to face Sherlock fully. "I like the dark." He answered, "People think it's to hide. But I feel one's true self comes out in the dark."

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*Show me." Sherlock took John's hands in his own and whispered, just centimeters from John's face. "Show me your true self, John."

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"I don't know how." He admitted, "I really don't. I've never been fully honest with anyone. I've always had to hide bits and pieces of myself away."

John looked at Sherlock, the vulnerability back. He was still young for a demon.

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"Then stop hiding, John. Show me your true form. Don't hide behind that human facade." He pulled John's hand to his mouth and took one of his fingers in his mouth and sucked on it.

"We are bonded now. You don't need to hide any part of yourself away. I want all of you, the good, the bad, the ugly, it is all a part of you."

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Pleasure shot through John when he felt that mouth close around his finger. He looked at Sherlock, face red, but the human facade faded away, leaving his demon self. He had spent so many years pretending to be human, that sometimes it was unusual to be in his demon form.

He swallowed. "You have all of me." he told the vampire.

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Sherlock could feel the finger change inside of his mouth. The skin became rougher and thicker, and he could feel the claw at the back of his throat. But still, he didn't pull away. Instead, he spoke around the finger.

"That's better. Be the real you. Don't hide yourself. You are perfect. I said that last night, and I will say it again. I will say it until you believe it as well and you stop feeling uncomfortable in your own skin." Sherlock suckled harder on John's finger, moving it in and out of his mouth, fellating it as if it was a cock.

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John was hardening in his denim trousers as he watched Sherlock. The words, the meaning. "Please Sherlock... Have me. I want you to take me."

The blonde's wings were spread wide with the pleasure coursing through him and and... He ached for it. The feeling of gentle lovemaking, to come apart in someone's arms.