ihadabadday | The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed

John couldn't think. Or focus. Once he was in that tight heat, he began to pound away, taking his pleasure.

He was told he could. Take what was needed. Over and over.

He groaned and buried his face against Daddy's neck as he thrust. His massive cock working in and out of the vampire. He wanted... He needed...

"Nnnnfff...." Sherlock was stretched wide and fucked hard, and he loved it. The pain and pleasure mixed into a heady cocktail of endorphins. He knew that John would pound into him hard, so he expected it, but even with that, it was still intense.

He shut his eyes and leaned against the wall to brace himself. And it still wasn't enough, but he didn't mind.

"Mmm.. g-good... b-b-oy.." He grunted out while John thrust hard. "t-t-ake.. what's... yours.."

John couldn't quite hear him. He was too far gone in the pleasure. It was tight and hot and... He bit on Daddy's neck as he thrust. In and out. Over and over.

The demon grunted as he reached his climax, his seed filling Daddy.

"Mmmmmmffff.. " He hissed when John bit down on his neck while he thrust harder still, moving him forward against the tiled wall with each thrust.

When John finally came, he could feel that gigantic Demon cock pulse inside of him, and waves of hot seed filling him and dripping down his legs and mixing with the shower water, eventually circling round the drain and going down.

Sherlock was hard again, but he wasn't really worried about himself. He let John drain himself inside of him, whispering to him how he was a good boy and he was so proud of him and he felt so full and he loved having his boy inside of him and coming inside of him and using him.

John dropped to his knees in front of his Daddy and looked up at him. "Please. Use me however you want. I'm yours."

He shifted a bit, feeling so open. It just made him want to be filled and filled. Over and over. And as long as it made Sherlock happy, he was fine with it.

It was always disappointing when John pulled out of him, there was the feeling of emptiness, and of course the continual drip of semen down his leg.

He smiled down at John, ruffling his hand through his lover's hair. "Such a good, good boy." He cooed. "Open your mouth, love.

Sherlock took his cock in his hand and started to stroke himself right by John's face. It only took a few quick strokes before he was coming all over John's face and in his mouth and his hair. "Mmmmmfff.." He sighed and had to lean on the wall when he was done. He'd come twice pretty quickly and was drained, quite literally.

"Clean yourself up love, we are almost out of hot water." He said with a soft, tired smile.

John nodded and then rose to his feet. He ducked under the spray to wash the semen off his face and then quickly washed himself down.

He gave Sherlock a kiss and got out of the shower. He then began to dry off, using the time to slowly come back into himself.

Sherlock let John clean himself off, then Sherlock cleaned himself, working around his arse and legs extra well, he was still leaking some of that Demon come out of his hole.

When he was done, he toweled himself off, and wrapped his arms around John, holding him while he came up from his headspace and back to the world while Sherlock told him that he loved him and that he did a good job and that he was safe and it was time to come home again.

John blinked as he fully came into himself. He relaxed back against Sherlock, shifting back to his human form.

"That was..." he smiled shyly, "Thank you."

He turned to look at his mate and then nuzzled his neck. "Can I...? For William."

It was a bit odd, holding John while he could feel his body shift and change underneath him. It wasn't the first time he'd done it, but he never really got used to it.

Sherlock smiled warmly. "Of course you can drink from me." He said, with a grin and a nod. He looked over to the cot, where William was still sound asleep.

"Do you want me to lay down, or drink from me here?"

John smiled and then sunk his fangs into Sherlock's neck. He groaned and began to drink slowly.

He swallowed and pulled back, staring up at his mate. He smiled at him.

"Thank you..."

"Nnnf.." There is always the quick shot of pain when John sinks his fangs in. They are not meant to drink from, so they are larger and sharper than his own.

But after the pain was pleasure. It felt quite nice, but considering he had just come twice, he wasn't about to get it up again. So he just held John and let the warm feeling of being connected to his lover in a different way wash over him.

John also didn't have the anti-coagulants that Sherlock had, so the two little fang marks stopped bleeding a lot quicker than his would.

He was a tiny bit woozy, so he put his hand on John;s shoulder until the feeling passed.

"Feel better, my love?"

John nodded. "I do. Thank you." He answered.

The blonde smiled at his mate and then kissed him. His mate. His family. It was perfect.

He went over to their bed and climbed in. He was exhausted. So exhausted.

Sherlock tucked him in and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "I'll take care of William when he wakes. You just sleep my love. I'll come check on both of you in a bit."

Sherlock kissed him on the forehead one more time, went to check on William, who was miraculously still asleep. He took the baby monitor and turned the bedroom side one one, then left the room and closed the door every so gently, to let them both get some much needed rest.

It was not easy raising a half-vampire, quarter-demon & human child. William had Sherlock's intelligence and John's courage.

Often his parents would find him half way up a tree when they went out to the country or on rooftops when at home. Or he was defending those weaker than him from the schoolyard bullies.

One afternoon John called Sherlock, who was off on a case (it was his day off damnit). He had just gotten a call from the school.

Seven years old and already such a handful. But neither of them wanted their son to be the bully, they wanted him to protect those weaker than he was.

The years had flown by, it seemed. There were first steps, first words, first solid foods, first time reading and writing (early, like Sherlock had been as well), the terrible twos (which had been from about 18 months to about 3.5 years and were pretty terrible at times), and then first days of school.

School had tested them all. He'd always been quite a handful, but at school, the teachers had a hard time keeping him in check. He was very intelligent, and that was the problem, that the subjects bored him.

So he got pushed forward, and things got a bit better for a time.

And then he started getting into fights. Not to be a bully, but to defends others against their bullies.

Sherlock was out on a case with Lestrade, it was 4 or 5 at the most, but he'd relaxed his rules long ago on what he'd leave the flat for.

He got a call from John, listening carefully to what had happened. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Graham, I have to go. Look for the woman's chiropractor. He did it." Without another word, he went to the main road, grabbed a taxi, and headed to William's school.

He met John there in the office. William was sitting there next to him, swinging his tiny legs (he was smaller than all his classmates, doubly so because he was a grade ahead of where he should have been. His head was down, his hands were clapsed together in his lap, and he was deathly silent.

"What did he do, John?" He asked, in an exasperated tone, looking between the two of them. It was obvious that Wiliam knew he was there, but he still said nothing.

That was when Sherlock saw it.; There was just a slight movement of William's head, and his mop of curly hair that had been in the way cleared enough to see a very nice black eye forming on his left eye.

John looked up when he heard his mate approach. "A 12th year was picking on a younger female student and William stepped in between them. The older student punched him." He answered, "So he hit back."

William did not look up at his father, staring stubbornly at the floor instead.

John smiled wearily at his mate. "The Headmaster will be with us shortly. She's yelling at the older student that started this."

"12th Year?" Sherlock tried not to sound impressed, but he was. That kid was a lot older than William was, and yet he still stood up to him. The tone of his voice made William look up for a moment, but as soon as he saw his father looking at him, he looked down into his lap again.

Sherlock sighed and took a seat next to John, William was one more seat away.

As much as standing up to bullies was a good thing, they were still going to have to punish him for fighting. There are other ways to stop bullies than using their own tactics against them.

Sherlock took John's hand and gave it a squeeze. It was an 'I'm sorry you have to deal with this on your day off, I'm sorry you have to deal with this in general, and an I'm here for you' all in one little squeeze.

He squeezed back and glanced at Sherlock. "Mum suggested we take away his books for a week."

He didn't know what they would do to punish William. But fighting was not okay. But part of John didn't want to punish his son. He was standing up to bullies in the only way that some of them would understand.

He stared at their joined hands, tracing his thumb across Sherlock's thumb. He thought about the news wanted to share with his mate.

"No books and no computer time in his room sounds like a good punishment." He replied. That got a glare from William, but he was still silent, and he looked down again. " He can use the computer in the living room to do his homework and I think we should give him a few minutes to check his emails, but other than that, no computer or books for a week." He was speaking to William as much as he was John.

"We both understand why you stood up to the bully, and we think that is very admirable." Sherlock continued, and William did look up slightly. He was definitely listing. "But fighting is not the way to do it. You are validating the idea that using violence is okay. It is not."

William looked so small in his school uniform. He had his little hat in his hand since he was in the office. His little legs were so skinny in those shorts, and the blazer was baggy on his thin form. He was more like his daddy in looks- skinny, curly haired, small for his age (Sherlock had been small for his age until puberty hit, then he sprung up to 6 foot tall). But he was more like his papa in temperament- brave and fearless and sometimes a bit stubborn, always looking out for others, defending the defenseless.

John nodded. "It will be a good lesson in patience. Especially when your younger sibling arrives."

He didn't look at Sherlock, or William.

He stared ahead, much like his son. But there was a small smirk on his face. He hadn't been sure, but after the past few days, he was positive. They were adding to their family.

They might need to move. Or Sherlock might go on a remodel spree again.

"Wait... what?" That made William look up and stare at his Papa. "I'm gonna have a brother or sister?" There was definite excitement in his voice. When he was younger, he kept complaining that he wanted someone to play with. There was going to be a big gap in their ages, but at last, it was going to happen.

Sherlock looked genuinely as shocked as William did. They'd started having sex again when William was about 4 months old. Of course both of them had hoped that John would become pregnant again, but they knew they'd gotten lucky when it took less than a year the first time.

After a while, they'd both stopped mentioning it, and they went along their lives-still having sex of course, but resigned in the fact that William would be their only child.

"John...." Sherlock managed to get out. He wanted to say so much more, but he was still so floored, that all he could say was. "John." again, in a soft whisper.

John squeezed Sherlock's hand and then looked at his son. "You are. Dad and I don't know if it's going to be a boy or girl yet. But we know you'll be a good big brother either way."

He then looked at his mate and kissed his cheek. He looked positively gobsmacked. It was adorable. So he took a picture and sent it to his mother and father-in-law? He couldn't think of Mycroft as Sherlock's brother.

Sherlock was still too shocked to stop John from taking the picture, but he did scowl when it was done. "John." He said, in a lower tone this time. At least it had thrown him out of his daze.

"You.. are sure? I haven't noticed any morning sickness or anything else..." Of course John was a doctor, he'd know, but Sherlock was.. well. Sherlock. He made a living, literally, out of observing people.

How had he missed it, he wonder?

"I'm positive." He informed his mate. John paused the discussion when the door opened at the Headmaster stepped out.

John then got up and smoothed down his clothes. He urged William up and over to the Headmaster. Both of them wore a look of familiar resignation.

"Headmaster Collins." He said in greeting.

The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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