ihadabadday | The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed

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.

A loud groan ripped it's way from Sherlock;s throat. "You... want me to see how many times in a row I can fill you with myself?" He asked. Sherlock couldn't stop himself now. He took his own cock in his hand and used a bit of spit to lube his hand before he started to stroke in earnest. He was already rock hard, so he had to be careful and go slow.

"What is our record in one night for fucking, I wonder? Do you remember?"

"For filling me over and over with your cock and semen?" He groaned as he thumbed the tip of his cock.

The blonde gasped and rolled his hips into his hand.

"I... Fuck. I think seven?"

Oh, he remembered that night. William had been... 2 or 3, it was close to his birthday. They'd left him with John's mother for the weekend, and John took the weekend off and Sherlock informed Lestrade that he was not available for any reason at all.

They hadn't even gone anywhere, it had been one of those.. 'staycations' though Sherlock loathed that stupid word.

They hadn't done anything but fuck each other the whole weekend. He had no idea how John hadn't fallen pregnant then, but he hadn't. One night was John's, in his Demon form he managed to fuck Sherlock 9 times before they wee both too exhausted.

And then it was Sherlock's turn. He'd managed to bugger John 7 times before he just couldn't go on.

"You turned into a Demon and fucked me 9 times the night before." He rumbled, laying John back and then kneeling over him, rocking so their cocks aligned and rubbed against each other. "I was sore and walking wrong for a week. Even oblivious Anderson noticed, but he knew better than to ask."

Sherlock groaned at the contact between them. "And then I fucked you 7 times the next night. I think I could have gone more if you hadn't shagged me so rotten the night before."

He chuckled and arched up, pushing their hips together.

"Oh... That was a wonderful weekend. I wonder if you can fill me eight, nine or even ten times." John groaned.

"Putting me on my hands and knees and buggering me over and over until all I know is you." He purred.

John hooked one leg around Sherlock's hip, pulling him in. Closer.

"Nnnnnnggg..." Sherlock leaned down and whispered in John's ear, in a low, almost dangerous sounding tone. "I intend to find out."

Without any warning, he pulled away from John, and rolled the man over onto his stomach. His hands went to John's arse, pulling the cheeks apart. "I'm not even going to bother stretching you. By the time the night is over, you'll be so open from my cock that I'll be able to push inside with no resistance at all. "

He leaned his head down and licked a stripe up John's fissure, from perineum, over the puckered hole, then up to where his arse met his back.

"On your hands and knees. I want to fuck you properly."

He gasped when he was forcibly moved. Oh. He loved it. The blonde shivered and moved onto his hands and knees at that order.

He bit his lip when he felt that tongue over himself. Oh. Oh. He shivered and rocked back.

Fuck. Yes. More.

"Sherlock... Please." He begged.

"Please, what, John?" He teased. Sherlock wrapped his hand around his cock and held himself while he teased JOhn's hole, rubbing his head against the hole, and ALMOST pressing in, but then pulling back away.

He rubbed himself against John's arse cheeks, leaving little trails of precome glistening on his skin.

"I want to hear you say it." He almost pressed again, then pulled away a second time.

John whined needily as he felt Sherlock tease him. Torment him. He shuddered and closed his eyes. "Please... Fuck me." He begged.

"Shove your cock in me and have me. Over and over. Please. Make it so my slutty hole doesn't close, just drips your cum."

Like a flash of lighting, Sherlock moved. He used one hand to hold John down, and the other to guide himself as he shoved his cock inside of John- no lube, no stretching, just one quick, hard thrust. At the same time he bit down on John's neck. He knew he had to be careful about draining too much, but he had to feed.

While his fangs pierced John's neck, he rocked hard into John,. There was nothing soft or gentle about it, it was hard and sweaty and needy and desperate.

John cried out against the pillow. Oh fuck. Oh. It hurt, the pain of being stretched open, the fangs in his neck. But he loved it, every moment of it. He shuddered.

Fuck. Oh... fuck.

He clawed at the bed, shuddering with each thrust. Each swallow. Sherlock knew how to send his pleasure higher and higher.

"Yes... That's right... Take it.. take me!" Sherlock grunted and rocked, letting go just long enough to tell him that, then he went back to drinking from John again.

"Mmmmfff.." He licked at John's neck where it was bleeding and thrust harder and harder. He could feel the first orgasm building, growing in him, and it urged him on. He needed to take and take and fill the hole and take John fully.

He was a mess under Sherlock, his cock was leaking and he was sobbing and gasping into the pillow. Oh fuck. Fuck. He shuddered and pushed back.

More. More.

He wanted to be wrapped in his mate. Wrapped in the smell.and embrace. Every part of him.

"Mmmf.... RRRRGG!!!" Sherlock bit down harder. His whole body stiffened and he thrust hard enough to push them both forward as he came. he came and came, deep spurts of his seed inside John's already gravid body.

Sherlock thrust over and over, a little softer each time, until he was spent, and he lay on top of John, now licking at the two small wounds, and staying inside John while his cock softened inside.

John lost control and his human form faded into his demon one. He shuddered and stretched his wings wide.

"Oh... Don't stop." He begged. Though he wasn't sure what he was begging for. Over and over. John clawed at the bed, trying to be careful with his nails.

"Nnnnfff." It was far from the first time that John had turned into a demon while Sherlock was inside of him, but that didn't make it any less strange to feel that magic shifting around him while they were still connected.

He felt the whoosh of air and the brush of the wings against his hair and cheek. Was it possible that John felt tighter around him? It should have been the opposite, but Sherlock could have sworn that John was tighter now.

Sherlock had never really gone fully soft, though he had almost slipped out of John as his cock had softened somewhat, but feeling the power and the magical energy under him and hearing John beg, he pulled out and stroked himself back to full hardness in just a couple of minutes, the he took his cock and pressed it against John's entrance, still leaking come from the first time.

"Don't stop.. this?" He asked, and pushed back in, all the way with one hard thrust and a grunt of exertion.

He muffled his cry into the bed as Sherlock pushed back into him. Oh god! John knew Sherlock was feeling a touch smug from getting him pregnant. Again.

But he didn't want it to stop. He wanted Sherlock to use him and use him.

The mere idea that they could get lost in one another...

As much as Sherlock wished that John didn't have to muffle his cries, there was a child in the flat. Sure, he was upstairs, but the walls were pretty thin, it didn't take much for the sound to travel.
And John tended to be pretty vocal- something that Sherlock absolutely adored.

The pounding was fast and heavy and relentless. He could already feel another orgasm blooming inside of him. He held onto the Demon for all he was worth, nibbling and biting at his neck and down his back and even at the base of his wings as he thrust harder and harder.

"Nnng... you.. want me... to come again.. d--don't you.. fill you up and keep bb-reeding you.."

John wrapped his tail around one of Sherlock's arms to keep him close. Close. He wanted the vampire in him, always. Taking him. He shuddered, his own body tight. He hadn't reached his climax yet, wanting to wait for Sherlock. Or something...

"Please..." he gasped, "Don't stop. Please. I need you."

He was spiraling down and down.

The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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