ihadabadday | The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed

"Okay, Mummy... Love you.." His voice was low and sleepy. Sherlock snuggled up into the sheets and was asleep in just a few minutes.

John dressed and then checked on William, who was fast asleep. He turned on the baby monitor and went into the kitchen and living room. He would make some tea and then check his emails.

Wakefulness came slowly to Sherlock. For a few moments, he wasn't sure where he was or what he was doing.

Then he remembered, he had drank from John, and it had regressed him. He hadn't intended it to happen, but it had.

And it had been wonderful.

He got up and stretched, then padded over to William. He was awake but not crying yet.

"Come on, love. Let's get you up and fed." He held William close and padded down the hallway. He heard John in the kitchen. He walked in and kissed his mate softly on the cheek. "Thank you, love. That was.. amazing. I didn't mean to, though. I am sorry that happened so quickly."

John turned when he heard movement. God what a gorgeous sight, his mate holding their son. It made warmth bloom in his heart. How had he gotten so lucky?

He returned the kiss. "It's alright. Though I had meant blood. But that was a wonderful experience. Thank you for trusting me with it."

He took William and kissed his forehead. He was sure the babe was hungry. He pulled his shirt up and brought their son to the breast Sherlock hadn't drunk from.

Sherlock frowned. What if he did that again, and William actually didn't have enough milk to drink? He shook his head. He should have thought about this more. He just did it without thinking about their son.

"I'm sorry." He said again. "I know you will need to drink my blood soon, John, so that William and get those proteins that he needs from a Vampire's blood. Perhaps when he goes back to sleep."

He touched William's head as he nursed. "Thank you for letting me do it. I don't think I should do it again, but I very much enjoyed it. I think we were both.. getting a bit excited from it." He said with a little blush.

"Sherlock... My body will replenish the milk that you drink. If you want to do it again, we will do it again." He said, "The only reason I put William on this breast was because it's heavier than the other one."

He smiled warmly at the vampire. He wanted to make him happy.

He knew, of course, that his body would replenish the milk, though he had no idea how long it would take, and he hated to think that his son would have to wait because he was greedy.

"If... if.. it replenishes fast enough.. I.." Sherlock was blushing deeply. "I would.. like.. to do it again.." He knew that it had aroused both of them, he could feel John's arousal against his leg as he'd snuggled in John's lap. Maybe they could do something about that, but they would have to be careful, because William's sleeping schedule was.. well, it wasn't really a schedule at all. It was random, it seemed.

"We'll see. It seems to replenish fast enough when we were with the healer." He said.

John looked at his mate. "Will you order athai?" He asked hopefully.

"Okay." Sherlock smiled. He kissed John, then went to the living room to order Thai. By now, he knew what John liked, and he ordered for both of them. When he was done, he came back in. "Got your Pad Thai and Tom Yum Gai."He said, taking a seat and watching William continue to nurse. "Should be here in about 45 minutes. "

John pulled his shirt down when William finished nursing and put the babe against his shoulder.

"Thank you." He moved over to the couch and sat down.

John yawned and closed his eyes for a moment.

Sherlock took William, who fussed a little bit. He gently burped him, then took him to the couch to lay him down and change him.

"Go to bed, John. William has been keeping us up. I'll wake you when the food gets here." His voice brooked no argument. "Love, you need to rest. We'll be OK." William was already fussing less as Sherlock changed his diaper. No poop, he got lucky this time. "You don't need to sleep on the couch, the bed is much more comfortable."

Three months in, John was still ecstatic to have William. But he had made the decision to go back to work. Sherlock was home during the day and they had trusted Mrs. Hudson to watch William when they were both out.

He was coming in the door one evening, rubbing his neck. He pulled off his jacket and hung it up before going into the kitchen. A note from Sherlock. It seemed they had gone to visit Mycroft. He smiled and went to take a shower. Get the day off him.

It had been a tough but amazing three months. It seemed to just fly by. William was growing, but his sleep schedule was still crazy. They were still not getting much sleep, and they were both exhausted all the time. They had kissed and made out a bit, but no sex yet, which was fine for Sherlock. He loved John and he would wait as long as John needed.

He was very surprised when John decided right after William turned three months old to go back to work. But of course he supported John in whatever he did. It was exhausting work to be alone with a 3 month old all day, and he got little done in the way of cold cases, but he wouldn't trade William for anything in the world.

One day, Mycroft summoned him. He tried to tell Mycroft that he couldn't go, but he insisted, saying that it was about William, so reluctantly left his son with Mrs. Hudson and went to meet Mycroft.

It was late when he get back. Mrs. Hudson still had William, so he figured that John was not home. He took his son, thanked the woman, and then went upstairs. He could hear the shower running.

"Let's go say hi to Daddy." He said to William, who just made a noise and flapped his arms.

Sherlock opened the door, and was hit with a wall of steam. He quickly closed the door again to keep the heat in, then he opened the curtain and stuck William's head thru.

"Daaaaaddddyyyyy..." Sherlock said, trying to make it seem like William said it. Of course he was way too young to speak yet, but still.

John was surprised when his shower was interpreted by his son being put through the shower curtain. He laughed and then pulled it back a bit further. He smiled at his mate.

"Welcome home you. I'd kiss you, but I'm all wet."

John was still gloriously tanned, perhaps a side effect of being a demon. He had a slight softness to his middle still, and his breasts were full of milk, but one would say, almost perky.

"As long as you aren't taking a bath in holy water, then I don't mind if you are wet." Sherlock moved William a bit so John could kiss him, which he giggled at, then he leaned in kiss a wet and dripping John.

"Alright, we will leave you alone. He's been a bit fussy today. I think he has a little fever, but it probably just means that he's teething. That means even less sleep for us." He said. "I'll see if he wants to be put down."

The bassinet was still in their bedroom. They weren't quite ready to move him upstairs yet. He was still very young. William fussed for a bit, but William sat and rocked the bassinet until William settled down and slept.

John gave his son and mate each a kiss and then pulled the shower curtain back when they left the bathroom.

He groaned and dropped his head against the cool tile. He felt the pent up pleasure curl in him.

He wrapped a hand around himself and began to stroke.

Where was John? He figured that he would have been out by now. He looked down, to make sure that William was asleep. He was. So he got up and headed back to the loo, only to hear a soft moan coming from behind the opaque curtain.

Was he...?

There was another moan. He was.

Quickly and silently, Sherlock undressed, then stepped into the shower behind John. He leaned down and nibbled at his neck. "Were you playing without me?" He said, partially teasing, but partially a little disappointed that John was getting off without him.

He gasped and jumped a little when he felt the nibble on his throat. Oh... John turned to look at him. He let out a breath and shifted from human to demon.

"There you are..." he purred. He had hoped Sherlock would come looking for him. He needed his mate. He was ready. He needed...

"Fuck..." Sherlock had to step back because John in his demon form took up more space.. Well, that giant cock of his did.

"Oh, John." He groaned and leaned in, giving that huge, half hard cock of his a stroke. He had to use both hands to to it, using the streaming water as lube, so his hands slid easily up and down that length.

He shivered at the touch, nailed fingers digging into the porcelain. "Sherlock... I want you. I want you to fuck me. Please."

John ran his tail along Sherlock's leg, teasing him. He ached for it. To be with his mate. To be wrapped up in him. He groaned softly and spread his legs a bit.

"Nnnng... " Every single time John turned into a Demon, he wanted John to bend him over and fuck him. It was almost like a Pavlovian response.

If John wanted him to fuck him though, of course he would. Sherlock turned John back around, moving his hands until his hands were flat against the tile wall.

"Fuck, John. I fucking want to take you apart when you are open and needy for me." He started to stroke himself, Just looking at John was getting him hard, and it only took a couple of moments to stroke himself to full hardness. When he was hard, he teased John by rubbing his cock against his arse cheeks.

"Maybe I should make you beg for me.." He growled, almost pushing in, but not quite.

John loved it when Sherlock manhandled him. It only served to make him harder. Make him beg. He shivered and groaned, eyes closing. Fuck.

"Please... Sherlock. Please. Fuck me. Pry my tight hole open and pour your seed into it. Please please..."

"Oh.. you want me to touch you..." He paused for a moment. "Here?" He asked, pushing one finger in. He'd put a little shampoo on it, to help it slide in. With John's size, there was very little resistance. He was used to much larger things than Sherlock's index finger inside his arse.

"Is that what you want, you slut, harlot. You need my finger inside of you?"

John keened at the sensation of that finger sliding in. Ohfuckyes. The porcelain didn't allow for much in the way of something to hold onto. He swore and pushed his hips back, raising his tail, so Sherlock could have all the access he needed.

"Yes! Please. Your fingers, your cock. Anything you want. You can put anything you want inside me." He gasped, "I'll be good and fuck whatever you want me to. Beasts, other demons, humans. I'll get on my knees for them..."

"Such a needy little whore. I want you to hold that giant cock of yours. I don't want you to come. I want you to come inside of me once I'm done using you. And maybe, if you are good, I can find some Vampires to drink from you while they fuck you. They aren't a big as demons, but they can bugger you nice and hard. "

Sherlock moved his finger in and out, then added a second finger and curved it to find his prostate. John really didn't need to stretch John out, but it felt so good to finger him and listen to him keen.

The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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