ihadabadday | The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed

"You stay away from my pasta Mr. Holmes or I'll smack your hands." John threatened.

Often when he cooked with pancetta and garlic and butter, it drew his mate in. Contrary to popular myth, garlic didn't bother vampires.

Which was good, given John's love for Italian food.

Sherlock couldn't help it, the smell of garlic and butter and pancetta was literally making him drool. He closed the computer lid and wandered into the kitchen. William was pointedly ignoring them, now working on some science homework.

"I really should make sure that it isn't poisoned." Sherlock reached in and stole a bite of the cooked pancetta, heedless off how hot it was He didn't care that it burnt, it tasted so damn good.

John did whack his side with the wooden spoon he was using. "What did I tell you Sherlock? Are you going to teach our son bad manners?"

He shook his head and went to get more pancetta and butter. He put both in the pan and added more garlic. With Sherlock about, he would be lucky if any of it got into their dinner.

"Ow!" He drew his hand back and rubbed it dramatically. William just rolled his eyes at them both and then went back to his homework.

"See?" Sherlock grumped. "He knows that what I am doing isn't wrong, when it comes to you teasing my nose with the sweet smell of pancetta." Okay, so he was being overdramatic and hamming it up, but John so rarely cooked this, and it was one of his favorite meals.

John finished dinner and got it on the table with red wine for Sherlock and himself and a glass of juice for William.

"Put your book away William." He said as he went to fetch Sherlock.

"Alright Mister Holmes, dinner is ready."

William was mostly done with his homework. But any excuse to stop was ok with him. He packed his books away, washed his hands, and was at the table even before Sherlock was.

It was a nice dinner. Still a bit quiet from the hullaballoo earlier, but pleasant, not awkward. They didn't actually talk about that, or surprisingly about John being pregnant either. It was more about the recital coming up and the forecast of storms for tomorrow and just general chit chat.

John was glad it was a normal dinner. He smiled as he listened to Sherlock and William talk. Like father like son. They were nearly identical. And it made him smile.

He sipped his wine between bites of food. A small glass of wine every now and then wouldn't hurt the fetus at this stage.

When dinner was over, Sherlock made William help him clean the table (since John had cooked). Afterwards, it was time for a bath.

As much as William tried to me mature, and he tended to be for his age, he was still 7, and he loved baths. Sherlock and /or John usually took their shirts off (because he tended to splash) and stayed with him while he played, and then at the end washed him and his hair.

Sherlock always loved these times when they did normal family things together. They weren't a Vampire and a Demon and a mixed child, they were just a normal(ish) family.

John was sitting on the couch when Sherlock emerged from reading William his bedtime story. He looked up from his book and smiled. "What story did you read him tonight?"

He closed his book and set it to the side and smiled at his mate. His mate...

The blonde put a hand on his flat belly.

"The Reluctant Dragon." Sherlock said, sitting next to John on the couch. The telly was on, but muted, it was just background viewing.

"He seems to be into dragons and knights and princesses held in castles lately." Sherlock gave him a kiss, then moved the book over to the table to kiss him more thoroughly. He put his hand over John's on his belly.

"I can't believe there is a little life in there again. We're going to have to do the same thing we did with William. You're going to have to take time off work very soon and put you on mostly bed rest. I know you hated it, but your body isn't supposed to be pregnant, and we have to be careful."

John leaned into him and smiled warmly. "I know." He said after a moment, "I want our child to be healthy. Even if it means I'm stuck taking it easy for another eight months." He laughed.

He looked at his mate and grinned. "This means I get to drink from you semi-regularly." They liked the connection, it was different than sex or when Sherlock fed from him.

When William had been nursing, John drank from Sherlock every 2-3 days. Once he was weaned, it became a lot less often . It felt good, but it did weaken him a little to be drained so often.

And yet, Sherlock was still excited at the prospect of being drank from again, even though it was going to be 8 months of pregnancy, and probably a year or more until the baby was weaned, so he would be slightly weakened for almost 2 years, but he didn't mind at all. He would do anything for John and his family. And he wasn't weakened much anyways. He could get away with drinking 1-2 times a week when pregnant, then it would go up when the baby was born.

Sometimes the drinking led to sex, or was sometimes they did it during sex. But most of the time, since William was a baby, it was just the short times when he was sleeping, when there wasn't time enough to do anything else.

"Of course." Sherlock said with a smile. "We want to keep the baby healthy." He chuckled and kissed John deeply.

"I think you should start now." His voice went into a low register. "And I think you promised me something earlier today, didn't you?"

John shifted a bit and into Sherlock's lap. He smiled and cupped his mate's face in his hands. "Have I told you lately how gorgeous you are?"

He leaned in to kiss him and smiled as he pulled back. "I did promise a romp in the sheets."

Sherlock rocked up into the man in his lap, groaning softly.

"If you stay in my lap and keep kissing me like that, I don't think I'll make it to the bedroom, or the sheets." He rumbled. Of course they couldn't do anything out here, there was always the chance that William would wake up.

But John was certainly making it hard (literally in some ways) to move off the couch.

John laughed and then pulled back. "Alright alright." He got off Sherlock's lap and grinned at his mate.

"Come on darling. Let's go to bed." He held out his hand to Sherlock.

John wanted this. Wanted him. He wanted forever with Sherlock and he knew this was it.

Sherlock groaned slightly. They couldn't do anything out there, but that didn't mean that he didn't want to, or that he wanted John off his lap.

He took his mates hand and let John lead him to the bedroom. He closed the door and locked it- better safe than sorry- and then looked at John, who was already lounging on the bed, striking a rather sexy pose.

"We need to get you out of those clothes, first." He insisted. He had no idea what John was in the mood for, to be more dominant or submissive (they switched very often), so he looked for clues in his body language.

"Or do you just want to drink from me like I am, first?" He asked with a smile.

John rose onto his knees and stared at his mate. He took in every part of him and then licked his lips.

What did he want?

He wasn't sure. But he did know that he wanted Sherlock. He always wanted his mate.

"Why don't we get our clothes off and see where the night takes us." He suggested with a wicked grin. He started to unbutton his shirt.

A quick nod, and Sherlock was also working on his clothes. The shirt was unbuttoned quickly, and he pulled the plain white tshirt he had on under it off and over his head.

His shoes and socks went next, and the slowed down after that, making a bit of a show about pulling down his trousers and rubbing the half hard cock in his pants before they went as well.

"Mmm. " He said, as John shed the last of his clothes. "Much prefer you like this." He climbed onto the bed and gave John a long, deep kiss.

John returned the kiss before he had a chance to reply. Perhaps once this babe was born, they needed to take a vacation. Where clothes were entirely optional.

He knew there were such things as nudist resorts.

He pulled back and nuzzled his mate's neck. "After this baby is born, let's take a vacation. You and I. Somewhere clothes are optional."

Sherlock gently laid John down and laid down beside him, so their hands could wander while they kissed.

"We'd have to wait until the baby is weaned at least." He said. He hated to , but they had to be practical. "It will still be a while. Maybe your mother can watch the kids. He smiled. "Of course, a nice sunny place won't do me a lot of good, but that doesn't mean that we couldn't walk in the moonlight, naked, down a beach, maybe make love in the surf like that cheesy movie."

He chuckled and grinned at his mate. "You're always the practical one love." John told him, "it's why I love you."

"Mum would love to watch the kids, William will be over the moon to stay with her. She spoils him. But then again so does Mycroft."

He made sure Sherlock was watching as he pinched his nipples. His breasts still had a softness to them still, even though he worked out regularly.

"Well, practical in the fact that I don't want to burn and turn into a pile of ash if I'm stuck out in the sunlight." He said with a grin. It was a morbid thought, but he did have to be practical about that at least. He wouldn't die right away, but it would be very painful and he wouldn't last more than an hour in the sun, and only that long because of his Old Blood.

He chuckled. "It's interesting to see how Mycroft has softened over the years, when it comes to his grandson at least. He is a good influence on the boy, teaching him how to be a proper Vampire, even if that's only part of his blood."

His speech (and thoughts in general) stopped when John started to work at his own nipples. He hadn't forgotten why they were there, though he never minded just sitting and talking with John either, even after all these years. (all 9 of them, just a drop in the bucket for them both.)

"Mmm.. Look at you, still soft and sensual. You still have your curves from when you had William.. and now you are going to get all curvy and heavy with our child again."

The blonde shivered and grinned. He ran his hand down his body, teasing along his belly.

"Yes I am. You love showering me with attention when I start to swell."

He wrapped a hand around his length and began to stroke himself.

Sherlock watched the tease show with wide eyes, hardly blinking. "I love showering you with attention any time I can." He gently corrected, then ran his hands up and down John's soft but still flat belly. It still had a bit of fluff from William, he d never quite gotten back to the way he'd been before, but Sherlock didn't mind. He loved every single atom of his mate's body.

"Nnng.." He resisted the urge to stroke himself as well. He kept his hand still on John's belly while John stroke his cock. Even in his human form, it was an impressive size. Sherlock never ceased to be amazed when he watched John stroke himself to hardness, even after years.

"What.. do you want to do with that?" He asked, his voice low. He knew what he was hoping to hear, but he wanted to see what kind of mood John was in. He'd do anything his lover desired.

The blonde groaned and spread his legs. "I want you to breed me again." He told his mate.

"Over and over."

He continued to stroke himself, groaning. It felt good. To torment himself in front of Sherlock, tease and want. Make them both want and want.

The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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