ihadabadday | The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed

"Nnnnggff.." Sherlock beamed at the praise. He wanted to be a good boy.. a good pet. He wanted to please Sir. And he had done a good job. He was over the moon.

"Mmmm..." Sherlock wanted nothing more than to taste his milk, drink from his teat, it would make it complete, he would know ever single taste of John. He couldn't wait until this child was born, so he would be able to suckle and taste.

He nodded his head, but he wasn't really sure that he could stand, especially with that giant dildo deep inside his arse.

John carefully helped Sherlock up and walked with him to the bathroom. He eased the man into the tub and took the nozzle off the stand. He turned the water on and began to rinse Sherlock off. He loved these moments. Caring for his mate.

He smiled and urged Sherlock to turn over. He carefully pulled the dildo out before positioning the shower head at Sherlock's hole to clean his seed and the lube out.

Sherlock had to lean heavily on John. His legs were shaky and sore and weak. He sighed with relief when he sank into the tub and the hot water started to wash over him. It felt good on well used muscles. He tried not to move too much, every movement made the huge dildo in his arse shift and hit his prostate again.

He grunted when the dildo was pulled out. A rush of come and lube came with his, and he sighed again,. his poor used hole was still stretched, but it started to relax with the hot water relaxing the muscles of his entrance.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." It was a long, releasing sort of sigh.

John finished cleaning him and smiled. "I can't carry you love. Can you walk to the bed?" He asked softly.

His doctor would be quite unhappy he knew he was carrying the vampire. He rubbed his belly as their child kicked. He winced a bit. They definitely had Sherlock's strength.

"J-just... l--let me lean on you J-j-ohn.." He says after the cleaning. He felt much better, cleaned and relaxed, but still sore and wring out and sore and very, very happy.

He used John to lean on while he got up, and John dried him off a bit. He limped a bit towards the bed and laid down with another long sigh. It felt great to lay down, and he almost immediately started to feel sleep take over him. He blinked slowly and with the last of his effort, pulled the covers up over himself.

John smiled once Sherlock was nestled in the bed. He cleaned up and redressed.

He went back out to the living room to make himself some tea and watch the telly.

He settled back on the couch, letting out a sigh. This was far more comfortable than their old one. He propped his feet up and let himself be distracted by the telly.

Somewhere deep in his mind, he wanted to ask John to stay, at least until he fell asleep, but he was already so far gone, he couldn't do more than just moan softly, and shut his eyes.

He was asleep in less than a minute after John gently laid him down in bed. He slept, deep and dreamless, a soft smile on his face.

Everyone was surprised when John made it to the eight month of his pregnancy. He was sitting on the couch, his feet propped up, chatting with his mother. She was visiting while Sherlock had run to the Yard for some cold case files.

He paused when he felt something twinge. What? He smiled at Martha. "Just a rough kick. This little one is strong." He laughed.

Since that night (and the subsequent three days of soreness when it was hard to walk) they had been pretty quiet and vanilla when it came to anything sexual. The longer John went on, the more nervous and afraid Sherlock was to do anything to cause any issues with the baby or cause it to be born early.

When they hit the 8th month (that was only 2 days ago) they were both ecstatic. So Sherlock was pissed when Graham called him to come get some cold cases that he could work on while they waited for the baby to be born. Gavin could have dropped it off, but he said that he was busy, so Sherlock told John that he would be back in less than an hour, don't have the baby, and he loved him.

And then he was off to New Scotland Yard.

John paused and swallowed. "Mum, you need to find Sherlock. Now." He said. He was not having this child without his mate present. No. He refused.

He got up, keeping a hand on his belly. It seemed to sit lower than it had last time he got up.

The Holmes-Watson child was coming.

"Do you know where could be?" She asked, worry suddenly in her voice. She could tell the strain in her son's voice, and it was easy to understand why.

"You need to get to the healer." She told him, in no uncertain terms. "I will find him and bring him to you. Use that stone. NOW."

"He's somewhere between here and Scotland Yard." He told her, "More than likely in Detective Inspector Lestrade's office."

John fumbled for the stone and rubbed his fingers over it, feeling it warm in his hand. "E'oelo..." he said.

This was happening. Their child was coming.

His mother said no more. She hung up as she heard him say the phrase.

**

The healer was in his normal shop, putting together a concoction for a Demon with a broken wing when he heard the word spoken, a word that he thought he'd hear much earlier than this.

Immediately, he opened the portal and John came stumbling through, hold his belly, obviously in distress. The Demon took John's hand and led him to a back room- in human terms it would have looked somewhat like a hospital room, but the table was stone and the items around it were for the most part, decidely not human.

"Lay down. I need to see how far along you are." He helped John up onto the flat stone table, then used his magic to float it to the right height for him to examine John.

"Oh my, You are already at 5cm dilated. You are in active labor."

John let out a breath as the healer helped him into the room and then onto the stone. He laid back and took a breath before another shot of pain coursed through him.

"Fuck." He gasped. That hurt. Women were amazing, he decided, to do this over and over.

He raised himself up on his elbows and looked at Cagnazzo. "Yes, thank you for the obvious." He had always been polite to the doctor, but not right now...

Cagnazzo didn't take any offense to it. He gave John a pillow under his head and gently maneuvered John's legs up into two stone stirrups that he created, giving the healer access between John's legs. The discarded trousers and pants were on the floor, forgotten for the moment.

"Does your mate know? Someone needs to find him and bring him here. I can dispatch one of my workers if you can give them an idea of where he might be." He said all of this while he was making another concoction in his mortal and pestle. "I am making you something to take for the pain. It won't hurt the baby.

"I was on the phone with my mother. She went to find him. Hopefully she has him now." John answered. God he hoped his mother found Sherlock. His mate needed to be here. Now. Now. He cried out as another contraction hit. Oh. He was going to murder Sherlock. Messily.

He wasn't ashamed of his nudity. He was about to give birth.

"Okay..." he nodded. He knew the healer wouldn't hurt him or the child.

"You aren't quite there yet, you still need to dilate a bit more before you are ready to actually have this child. Your contractions will get harder and closer together. " He added a his concoction to a glass of water.

"Here, drink this. It won't taste good but it will dull the pain a bit. I don't want to stop all of the pain, because it will give us a good idea about what is going on, but it will be alot better. " He held the glass up to John's mouth so he could drink it.

Oh it was foul, but he drank it as instructed. He pulled back and nodded.

"Alright." He swallowed and rested back. He hoped that his mother would get here soon with his mate.

Both Sherlock and Greg were shocked when a portal opened in Greg's small office. John's mother stepped through, literally grabbed Sherlock and jerked him back through the portal to her house, and closed it.

"Sherlock." She said, when they were in her house. " Je-.. John is in labor. We need to get to him right now. " Without another word, she made another portal, and Sherlock immediately stepped through it with her.

"John..." Sherlock heard a scream of pain from behind this main shop room. He rushed back to find John on a slab, his legs up, and the healer was between his legs.

"John!"

John looked up when he heard his name and relaxed. Sherlock. His mate. He reached out to him, squeezing his hand when another contraction hit.

"Fuck!" The pain was lessened, but it was still there. And these ones hurt.

"I'm going to murder you later." He promised.

"Ahhhh.." John's grip was iron tight, squeezing his fingers hard, but he didn't pull away. "It was Graham's fault. He needed me to consult on a case. But I think your mom got revenge. He might have had a heart attack when she opened a portal in his office, grabbed me, and closed it. " He chuckled, trying to bring a little levity into the tense situation.

John couldn't help but laugh. "Poor Greg." Though he hoped the Detective Inspector didn't die. He liked him.

He took a breath as another contraction hit. They were getting closer together. Fuck. He dropped his head back, taking deep breaths.

The healer looked up with a smile. "Alright, you are dilated all the way. Now, the contractions are going to be hard and you will feel like you want to push. You can push, I will tell you if you have to stop. This is it, the baby is almost here. It's positioned well in the birth canal, so everything should be in order."

"John.." Sherlock ran his hand through John's hair. "You're doing so well. You're almost there."

John nodded, taking deep breaths. He could do this. He could. Their child was almost here and it had been longer than anyone else had expected. He squeezed Sherlock's hand as he pushed, stopping when the healer said to.

He dropped back, gasping when the healer said the shoulders were free. He gave another push, squeezing Sherlock's as he did. Their child was here.

Was it a boy or girl?

Time seemed to slow to a crawl. Sherlock had no idea how long he was in labor. It was push after push after push. Finally the healer told him to push hard, the head was coming out. Sherlock was there, taking John's hand squeezes, almost enough to break a human's hand.

Thankfully he wasn't human.

And then, finally, the head was free, one more push, and the shoulders came through. One more huge push and there was what seemed like an hour of silence.

It was only a couple of seconds.

There was a loud cry. It was their baby, screaming out to the world that it had arrived.

"Congratulations. It's a boy." The healer said, holding the baby up. He grabbed some towels and dried the still wiggling and screaming baby. He tied off and cut the cord, then wrapped up the baby and handed him to John.

"He looks healthy." He said, with a smile.

The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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