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The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

He was lucky with his expertise he was able to find a job relatively quickly in a field he was familiar with. John looked down at his mobile as the alert came through. Christ. It was going to take him at least twenty minutes, if he was lucky, to get to the scene. But, he packed his things into the case and headed out.

He had been in Afghanistan for five years. First as a medic, then a doctor, and finally a hunter. He still was a doctor, but he had been assigned to an elite unit in the desert. Part of him felt a bit odd about all of it. But he didn't quite mind.

He made sure he had everything before he left.

He heard the annoyed voices, before he saw anyone as he entered the room.

"Oi. Who're you?" A man with two days of stubble and mussed black hair asked.

John paused and looked him over before his eyes landed on the gentleman in the suit with salt and pepper hair. There he was. "DI Lestrade? I'm Doctor John Watson, the new Occult Specialist, I just started last month." He gave him a smile, wanting to be nice, but not too friendly. People got jumpy around the occult. He saw it all the time in Afghanistan, and even here in London.

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There was a little zing of satisfaction in Mycroft that he had found out first, but his voice didn't convey any change at all.

"Ah, I see." He said, simply. "I appreciate you taking care of Sherlock. He's never been one for surprised. It came as quite a shock to him when he died. I had to watch over him for near a week before he finally started to come to terms with being a Vampire."

"I would never not take care of my children or mate." He answered, "Have a good day Mycroft. Please don't buy us a house without us looking at it first." John then hung up.

Well shit, being pregnant with twins probably meant their sex like was on hold for the next three to five months. Damn it.

He made sure that Sherlock was slowly drinking the blood/wine mixture before getting up to get himself a cup of tea.

Sherlock was actually a lot better by the time John came back with tea. Between the conversation with Mycroft- which meant that he didn't have to worry as much about where to live (though he was still loathe to leave Baker Street he would of course for his family) and the wine . He was more himself.

"You are going to have to take extra care." He said as John sat down with the tea. "I think you should drink from me more often. And as much as you will hate it, I think you should stay in bed as much as you can. I know that will be hard with William, but we will explain it to him as to why he has to be very careful with Papa."

He downed the last of the wine/blood mixture and looked to John. "You can feed if you like. The wine has really helped. Thank you for taking care of me. Now it's my turn to take care of you, for about 4 more months, I hope. "

John looked at his mate and then kissed him. "I was just thinking that. I'll hate it. But that means you'll just be around more to help take care of William and see to my needs." He grinned. The blonde shifted closer and nuzzled his neck.

"Mmm, you smell good."

He didn't exactly always like feeding from Sherlock, but because their children were half-vampires, it was a necessary thing to do. He groaned and then moved Sherlock's head to the side before leaning in and biting down.

Carefully he began to drink.

"You know that I will always do anything that I can for you, my John." He said, kissing back briefly.

"Nnnng.." Sherlock hissed, there was that brief moment of pain, and then the endorphin kicked in.

The problem was, it was a rather sensual, and sexual thing, to be drank from. Sometimes the drinking led to sex., more often than not after William it didn't because of time or that William was actually there. But that didn't stop it from being an almost Pavlovian response with Sherlock to get hard.

He closed his eyes tight, and tried to think of ways to will it away- the best way he found was trying to picture his sire naked. Thank goodness he had never actually seen him, though there had been some close calls in the early days, in the 1600's when Mycroft had been rather promiscuous. It was easy to lead handsome but poor boys back to his mansion to get a fuck, a feed, and then kill them so they wouldn't tell.

As the centuries went on though, that became harder to do, and by the turn of the 20th century that had pretty much ceased, and Sherlock of course had long since learned to be smart enough of where not to go in Mycroft's mansion.

John couldn't help it, he put his hand over Sherlock's groin and squeezed. Oh yes. He loved this. Being close to his mate like this. He groaned as he pulled back.

"Sherlock..." He whispered, "Oh how you make me want."

He stared at his mate, licking his lips. It was obvious he was hungry for it. For whatever the man could give him. He shivered and moved his hand a bit.

Sherlock groaned and bucked up into John's hand. So much for trying to keep his erection down. He leaned his head back, giving John better access to his neck.

"We.... don't have a lot of time..." He managed to gasp out, before he moaned again when John found a particularly sensitive part of his aching length. Maybe they had time for a quick hand job and a change of pants, but nothing more.

John pulled away and then got to his knees in front of Sherlock. He looked up at the vampire as he ran his hands up and down his thighs. "I know. But there is enough time for me to suck you off."

He reached up to undo the fly of Sherlock's trousers and tug them and those stupidly expensive pants down.

"J-j-ohn.. be c-careful.." He knew it was a silly warning, all he was doing was kneeling, but still there was a niggle of a worry in the back of his mind about John overexerting himself.

Even if he had wanted to stop John though, the moment his trousers and pants went down (helped by Sherlock rocking his hips back so his mate could pull them down) he knew he couln't and wouldn't have stopped him.

"Nnnng.. Jooohhhnnn." There was lust and want and NEED in that one elongated word.

He paused and looked up at Sherlock. "Do you not want my lips wrapped around your aching cock?"

John continued to run his hands over those pale, cold, thighs. He grinned and leaned in, kissing one thigh, then the other, but not approaching that cock. Yet.

"Oh god, fuck please, John." He didn't care right now that he had been reduced to begging. He didn't have much time and he needed to get of right fucking now before he shot a load on the pants and trousers that were down around his knees.

He arched up, his cock bobbing proudly outward, a fat drop of precome leaking out of the slit.

He chuckled before leaning in and licking that drop of precome up. John grinned and then took the head in his mouth. He groaned at the taste and then slowly began to move his head up and down.

John dug his nails into Sherlock's thighs. God. He loved this.

Sherlock threw his head back, it hit the back of the couch with a dull thud. Oh how he wanted to thrust up into John, but he didn't want to choke his husband. He knew that they had to be very careful for John to not overexert or hurt himself, so he held back- biting his lower lip to both stave off a stupidly short time before orgasming, and thrusting up and fucking John's mouth.

The pain of John's Demon nails- still a bit sharp even in human form, just sent him spiraling further and further into pleasure. This was going to be a very short sucking session before he couldn't hold back any longer, he knew.

Sherlock threaded his fingers in John's short hair and pulled softly, not enough to hurt, just to encourage.

John groaned and continued to bob his head up and down. Those hands in his hair just urged him further. He wanted to hear Sherlock come apart. He wanted to taste him.

He groaned and worked his freehand into his own trousers to start to stroke himself. Yes.

"Nnnng... Joooohhhnn!! He tugged hard at John's hair, trying to pull him forward while he arched up. His whole body stiffened, and he let out a low, long moan when he came, filling his lover's mouth with his seed..

John let himself be tugged and pulled. He shivered and tried to swallow more. More. He groaned when he felt Sherlock start to fill his mouth. He began to swallow.

He pulled back and licked his lips. "Better?" He asked.

Sherlock groaned and thumped his head back, still panting for breath. A rather stupid smile was on his face. He looked and felt almost boneless.

"Getting there." He said, with that same goofy grin. "First, I need to repay you the favor, then I can go get William while you rest for a bit."

It was pretty easy for him to slide off the couch and get on his knees in front of John, taking his still hard member in his mouth for a moment, then pulling back, and then finally taking as much of his still thick human sized cock as he could, which was most of it.

"Mmmmmmm" He rumbled around it.

John gasped and grabbed at those curls. He tightened his hands and tried not to buck up into that warm mouth. Oh...

He bit his lip and moaned. Oh how it felt. So good. He loved it when Sherlock swallowed him down and down. He whimpered.

"NNNNnnnggg!!" Sherlock groaned loudly. His head was terribly sensitive, but John knew exactly how far to go without taking it too far and going from pleasure and pain into just pain.

The hair pulling urged Sherlock to go even deeper. Even after all these years, he couldn't quite get John's human cock inside his mouth- his Demon cock was WAY too big to ever take, sadly.

Sherlock tightened the seal around John's thick cock and suckled even harder, trying to coax John to come. His hand played with John's bollocks, teased his perineum, and almost touched his hole, but not quite, and then went back up the perineum and back to his balls.

John didn't last much longer. The blonde cried out and pushed his hips forward and pulled Sherlock's head down.

He jerked up as he reached his climax.

He knew he filled Sherlock's mouth and he just... oh god.

Sherlock grunted out when he was pushed forward, and John's hips moved up. He could feel JOhn moving past the point of his gag reflex and he fought back choking, fought back moisture welling in his eyes from the sudden lack of oxygen.

But he had done it.

As he felt John, deep down his throat, spilling copious amounts of his hot, salty come, he could feel the tickle of John's pubic hair against his noise and the musty, sweaty, JOHN smell of his crotch.

He had taken all of John inside his mouth for the first time, ever, in the almost 10 years that they had known each other.

He fought back his aching lungs and sore throat to swallow every single bit of John down- he was so deep down his throat that there was no way that he could miss any of it. And he took it all, greedily.

It took John a moment to come around. He looked down at Sherlock, who had swallowed all of his cock. He smiled and stroked his hair. "Good boy. You swallowed all of me."

He wanted to do more, but they couldn't. No, they had to pick up William and he had to call his mother.

"I promise I will rest while you pick up William."

Sherlock preened for a moment.. God, he wanted nothing more than to fall, to regress, to have John take care of him and tell him that he's a good boy and stroke his hair.

But he knew that his adult responsibilities had to take presidence. He pulled back, licking his lips and readjusting his jaw a bit. He wasn't used to to opening his mouth that far.

"Okay." he said, getting up and using some tissues to wipe himself down, then put himself back together. He kissed John, tasting both of them on his lips, then got his coat and scarf and headed out to find a cab to go pick William up.

"I will be back soon, love. And we will tell William together. " He said, as he headed out the door.

John put himself back together and then pushed off the couch. He grabbed his phone and went to make more tea.

Twins...

He rubbed his belly, smiling. William was going to have a little sister and a little brother. He would be over the moon.

He poured the tea into the mug and retreated back to the bedroom. He made himself comfortable before dialing his mother.

"Ah, John." She said, when she picked up the phone. "I got your message but I hadn't had a moment to call you back. Everything is proceeding well with the pregnancy, I hope?"

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