John Watson (
ihadabadday) wrote2019-06-07 03:16 pm
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The Black Book - AU - Locked to
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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.
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 were still things that he didn't know about his mate. And he was quite excited to learn things about him.
He smiled as he watched his mate. Knowing soon he would go get their eldest with that delicious dildo inside him. God he couldn't wait to fuck him. Or perhaps... An idea began to form in his mind. It would take time.
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John had a bit of an interesting look in his eye, a strange gleam that made Sherlock curious.
"What are you thinking about, my love?" He asked with a curious smirk.
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"What about Elizabeth Irene and Thomas Scott?" He suggested.
Of course, once Sherlock processed his look, he paused and grinned. "I was thinking about that dildo still buried in your tight arse. And how it will move and bump in you while you pick William up. Or the idea of getting a beast to mount you."
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Sherlock did think about it once in a while, but he would never bring it up, because there never seemed to be a good time. Of course now with two more babies on the way, it seemed even less likely.
He moved on purpose, which made the dildo shift and sent a shiver of pleasure up his spine. "NNnng."
"I want you to watch while a beast mounts me and takes me and fills me." His voice was a low rumble.
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He didn't touch himself or Sherlock. No. This was the fun part. Seeing how desperate he could make his mate.
"What would you like to try first? A hound? Or even a horse?"
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"Mmmf... yes... please, John... W-w-hen... can.... When can I do this for you.. make you. proud of me.. and take a hound for you?"
"Please.. tie me up. and do whatever you want with me, give me whatever animal you want to see inside of me. I will be your good boy and I will take it and you can be proud of me."
He was fighting hard to go under, he had go get William fairly soon. So he had to stay in the present.
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He then pulled back and got up himself to start to get dressed.
"So get your clothes on and maybe tonight you'll get a treat." He promised.
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"I can't wait to see what my treat may be." He joked, with a little wink. "I'll be sure to be good until then. Or.. do you want me to be bad?" SHerlock chuckled.
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"Be as good or as bad as you want..." he grinned. He pressed on the dildo, moving it in a bit further.
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Of course John teasing him further was just making it worse.
"JOhhhhnnnnn...." He whimpered loudly, not even caring that he sounded desperate and pathetic. He needed to will this horrible hard on away.. or he needed to get rid of it another way, though there really wasn't time for that, sadly.
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He ran his hand over Sherlock's still covered arse before slapping it again. And again. Making sure to hit over the dildo.
"Such a pretty pet." He said with praise.
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"AAhhhhh... J-j-j-ohhnnnnn!!!" His cock twitched,leaking pre with each slap to his arse, the pleasure and pain and aching need all rolled together.
"H-h-hurry... p-p-please...." He pleaded.
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"Look at your plush arse. It always seems to be begging for a cock sunk into it." He leaned in and licked a stripe up one arse cheek.
He tasted so good. So very good. He kept stroking his mate's cock as the slaps continued.
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"Y-y-es... John.." He begged. Your cock, a dildo, any cock.."
He rocked harder and faster.. "S-s-so.. c-c-lose... m-m-ore..:
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He slapped Sherlock's arse again. And again. He loved the red that it was turning. And the faint remains of his handprints.
John could feel himself grow hard, but he ignored it.
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He moaned and thrust and rode through the orgasm, panting as he started to slow, and then with one last little pulse, he was done.. He leaned hard on John's shoulder, trying to catch his breath, still riding that last little bit of the high.
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He pulled back and went to get a warm, wet flannel to clean himself up.
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And he did intend to have Sherlock make it up to him.
He dressed and went out into the kitchen to get dinner together.
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"Be careful in the kitchen." He said, kissing John deeply, then gathering his hooded coat and gloves to go get William.
Since he was only half Vampire, William could spend more time in the sun than his father could, though he still had to be careful, and he mostly stuck to hoodies and shady trees when they had recess outside.
With a wave of his hand, Sherlock was gone, in an interestingly bumpy taxi ride to go pick up William, and an equally bumpy ride back where he had to keep his legs crossed to avoid being quite embarrassed.
Perhaps, he thought, as they headed back to 221B, this hadn't been the best of ideas. Maybe he hadn't thought it through well enough.
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The little family got moved into the new house and settled into their new routines.
John was rapidly approaching his eighth month of pregnancy. His mother was around more, and even Mycroft came around more.
He was browsing pet adoptions. Maybe once Elizabeth and Thomas were born...
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William loved it. His room was gigantic compared to John's old room upstairs at 221B. The walls had been painted blue with white fluffy clouds drifting towards the ceiling.
The babies would eventually have the two rooms on either side of him once they were a bit older, but they were going to start in the master bedroom, just like William had.
John was huge now, and he couldn't move all that well. His bladder was tiny and his back and feet ached a lot. Sherlock helped how he could, but mostly he helplessly listened while John became more and more frustrated at what he could no longer do.
But he was just over a week away from 8 months, and that in and of itself was a little miracle.
John was looking at his laptop when Sherlock came into bed. "William's asleep, the house is locked down for the night. Do you need a foot rub, John?" It wasn't every night, but sometimes it helped John sleep.
John had been having some slightly worse back pains than usual, which could mean something or it might mean nothing. With this pregnancy, there were so many unknowns.
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He grabbed onto his mate's hand and squeezed it tightly.
"I... The babies." He gasped.
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"Shit." He said, looking around for his phone.
"We have to get your mother here, to look after William. We need to get to the healer. How bad was the pain, was it the first one? If not how far apart are the pains?" Sherlock rambled while simultaneously trying to get dressed and trying to find where he put his phone, which caused him to fall over in an ungraceful heap on the floor, his trousers around his ankles.
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"The contractions are three minutes apart, but rapidly decreasing." He rubbed his face.
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