The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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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.

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John finished his breakfast and then cleaned up his mess. He got up and went into the room where Sherlock was. He skirted the trap circle and then knelt down in front of the vampire.

"Hey..." He touched his knees, looking up at him.

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Sherlock had drifted off into his own mind. Despite his quite acute hearing, he had been so preoccupied that it was a bit of a shock to feel John's knees against his. Instinctively, he tensed up and looked towards whatever it was that had disturbed him.

The shocked and angry look faded immediately, replaced by a soft smile.

"Oh. Hello, John." He said softly, almost slightly shyly.

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John smiled, his own equally shy. "Hi Sherlock..." he answered. He licked his lips and then leaned in to kiss the vampire. He the pulled back.

"Do you have questions for me?" He didn't have many for the vampire. As most of their lives, or lifestyles, were common knowledge.

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Sherlock eagerly kissed John back, pulling him down into his lap and getting the man settled.

The smile that had been on his face faded. The first question was going to be the hardest, so he wanted to get it out of the way first.

"You are a half demon." He said, as a statement, not a question. "How... did you come about?" The unspoken question was there... was his birth an accident or because of something less than savory? He knew that humans couldn't turn into demons like vampires could. So he would have had to have been born, usually from a demon father and a human mother, from the tiny bit of information he could find.

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"There's not much on hybrids out there. We don't like bringing attention to ourselves. But, my father was a human and mother a demon. They, unlike other hybrid's parents, were very much in love. My mother, surprisingly, didn't care for the demon way of life. He still remembered the Garden, being an angel before being cast other. Many of the demons who rape human women, are created by much older demons, by twisting their souls. It's a process that happens once the human dies." John noted.

"I was raised as a human until my powers started to manifest when I was sixteen. My mother took the time to train me, teach me how to blend in and extend a glamour. I don't think she counted on an overly curious vampire."

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Sherlock listened intently, taking in every morsel of information that he could. It seemed that not only was John not nervous or hesitant to talk about his past, but that it was actually, for the most part, a good one.

"So, your mother was one of the Fallen, the angels that were cast out of the Garden." He said. That was rare, he knew. There were all sorts of demons of all types. But the Fallen, they were special. They were the oldest of the old, created when the world was still new. That meant that she was eons old. She could have borne many offspring in her thousands of years. Were there other half-demons out there, half siblings of John, he wondered? When had John been born, and was his human father still alive?

Those were questions that he didn't ask. Maybe another time.

The next question was just as tricky as the first. It would affect how Sherlock went into this new, burgeoning relationship.

"Demons can live thousands of years, but humans less than a century. I am sure that you are not as long lived as your mother. How long to half-demons usually live?

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He shrugged a bit. "Not sure. Like I said, we don't like people knowing things about us. Even other hybrids. From what I can glean.. Every hybrid is different, since the parentage is different." John answered.

"I aged slowly at first. We lived in an area with a lot of supernatural creatures, so I didn't notice it. But Dads was already in his seventies when I turned sixteen. He died when I was eighteen. Mum is still in that village. The other demons tend to leave her alone."

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So his mother is a bit of a pariah, and his father is dead. Sherlock knew he should say something like 'I'm sorry' but he'd never been very good at hollow platitudes.

As for John, Sherlock had no ides how long that he had with this man. It could be a century, it could be several. Not knowing did bother him. He needed to steel himself for the time when John would no longer be by his side.

And they had just bonded less than 12 hours ago.

Even though John looked human now, he remembered those wings wrapping around him, which cause him to shiver.

:"Your wings." He said, his voice lower now. "Can you fly with them?" They were fairly small for his body, but they were well muscled, and powerful. He also wondered how sensitive they were. That made him shiver again.

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"If I need. But I much prefer to get myself around normally." John shrugged a bit. He shifted to be a bit closer to Sherlock. He felt the need to be here, to stay close.

"Anything else?" The blonde man blinked at him, a smile on his face. He was naked from the waist up, save for the pendant he wore.

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Sherlock made a little noise while John re-settled himself in his lap. Of course having him there was doing things to him, but he was trying not to think about that, while they were attempting to have a serious conversation.

It seemed like every time he thought he had asked the worst question, another came up. And so it was the case here.

"I.. in my research, I have read that half demons, even male ones, can be impregnated by powerful full demons." He looked down to John's trousers, then back up to himself. "Is this an issue that we have to worry about? I am not one of the Old Ones. I was changed in the early 1600's, here in London. So I am not one of the very powerful vampires." He paused for a moment. He was about to tell John something that very few people knew.

"But.." He said, pausing to gather himself. "I was bitten by one of the Old Ones, one of the Few." There is so little known about them, even less than half demons, I wager. Even I am not sure if that means that my life as a vampire is different than others who weren't bitten by an Old One. We vampires very rarely meet up, and usually when we do, one or both end up dead. We are not very.. social creatures."

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John's entire face heated. "I... I cannot impregnate anyone but females." He swallowed, "But a powerful demon, or an Old One... They could impregnate me. But I don't know the statistics on it."

He shifted a bit, not to arouse, but almost out of embarrassment. "The other reason hybrids keep low profiles... Their bodies are malleable, they can change as needed. Mum said some of the Fallen call hybrids Breeders."

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Well, Sherlock did feel good that there was no chance that John could impregnate him. But he still wasn't sure about the other way around.

"So... " He approached the question carefully. "Because I am not a full demon, a Fallen, or an Old One, I cannot impregnate you, right? " John had been so forceful last night- he was still walking a bit tenderly and he was sure that his hole was still still open from last's nights stretching. He wondered if John would even want to be the.. receiver. He was certainly dominant when he wanted to be, which of course Sherlock quite liked.

And yet, he had to wonder.. what kind of child would it be.. one quarter demon and half vampire? Were there even quarter demons or half vampires? He had no idea.

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John flushed and shifted a bit more.

"I don't know honestly." He admitted, "because you are sired by an Old One, there is a chance. I don't know the statistics for it." He told Sherlock.

"As for your unasked question. I do like being in charge, but I also like being someone's bitch." He answered, "I've taken... Large cocks in my hole before. Multiple men or demons. Not a Fallen of course. I was once fucked by a Minotaur."

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Sherlock shifted a bit as well, moving his hips up a couple of times before settling back down. He sighed softly. "I.. am no Minotaur." He said, feeling a bit.. disappointed in himself. "I am not nearly as thick or as long as you, much less as big as a Minotaur."

He paused for a moment, before asking the next question. "If.. there is a chance, since I was sired by an Old One, should we.. should I protect myself if that ends up happening?" He didn't have any condoms because he'd never needed to with the people that he had fucked in the past. Either he couldn't get them pregnant, or he was intending to turn them or kill them when he was done. He had used humans in the past, but that didn't seem to be needed any more.

He has John, now.

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John put his hands on Sherlock's face. "No you're not. But you're you. And I want you." He told him, "I've had plenty of sexual adventures in the past. But I will always be loyal to you and that's what they make toys for."

He pursed his lips together. "It's probably such a small probability, I wouldn't worry about it. No need to get condoms."

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Toys. He was quite far from vanilla when it came to his sexual proclivities, but he had never really needed to use toys. He made a mental note to find the largest toy that he could, something that could be used on both of them.

Sherlock rocked up again, groaning softly, Just talking about this, and having John in his lap was starting to affect him. John was right, he wasn't an Old One, even if the half demons were.. 'Breeders' like the demons called them. There was no way that he would get him pregnant.

"I'm still quite open from last night." Sherlock said, his voice going low. "Because a certain half demon stretched me wide and filled me." He arched up his hips. I think I was still leaking when I woke up this morning. There was so much come everywhere, wasn't there?"

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John bit his lip at those words. Oh buggering hell. He moved to get off Sherlock's lap, but found that the vampire held him tight. He moaned and stared at the other, face flushed.

"I... I never need to be stretched. You could just push your long cock right in."

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John tried to move away.. Why did he try to move away? Sherlock held onto his arm until he settled back down into his lap.

"I don't even have to push a finger inside of you, and hook it to find your prostate? and then put in another, rubbing at that sensitive spot inside of you?" He asked, his voice a low rumble. "Well, that seems like rather a shame, doesn't it?"

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John was embarrassed by how much he wanted the vampire. In any shape or form. He whimpered and shifted a bit, the whimper becoming a full on moan when he felt that erection pressing against his arse.

"I... I've never experienced it before." He admitted. Usually he did the fucking, or on the times he was fucked, it was by other demons or creatures.

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Sherlock's interest became confusion for a moment, and then, a bit of pity. He honestly had not been expecting that. Had John never had a good experience being fucked?

"You've never had someone open you up slowly, teasing you and winding you up more and more before they finally fill you up and fuck you?" He asked, genuinely surprised. 'To feel one finger, then two, then three, and maybe even four, slowly opening you up more and more, spreading you wider and wider. " He faded off into a groan... he was going to bend John over and fuck him here,the way this was going.

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John bit his lip and swallowed. How was Sherlock so good with words? How was this possible? He whimpered.

"N... No. Never." He moved one hand to adjust himself. He was so hard in his trousers and he didn't want to get off like this. But honestly. The way Sherlock was talking... it could do him in.

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He had never seen or felt John's cock when he was in his human form. But now, when John shifted, he could see and feel it quite well. It wasn't nearly as long or thick as when he was a half demon- his true form- he had to have been a foot long, and 4 or 5 inches around, something akin to a small horse. But even as a human, he was well above average, and still larger than himself- he'd have to guess about 8 inches and still quite thick.

Sherlock rocked up again. "You're still huge." He whispered, nibbling softly at John's neck, leaving tiny little pinpricks of blood that he eagerly lapped up. Thankfully he had drunk well the night before and would be sated, blood wise at least, for about a week. The blood excited him, but didn't send him into a Blood Frenzy.

"I wonder.. if I make you come, can you stay in your human form, or doe it take too much concentration? Or will you just be so mad with lust that your inner demon comes out and you fuck me into next week?" God, he found himself wanting to be a sex slave to this man, a hole to take whenever he wished. But he kept that quiet.

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"I... I..." John got off Sherlock's lap, trembling. He didn't want to hurt Sherlock. He knew the man had to be sore from the fucking the previous night.

"Please. Don't make me lose control." He begged softly, "I don't want to hurt you."

He had lost control once, letting his true form take over. His partner had been another demon, and they hadn't been hurt. He knew Sherlock was a vampire, but he didn't...

John looked at Sherlock, that same vulnerability from last night on his face now.

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Sherlock really was surprised now. Had he gone too far? He looked at John.. REALLY looked at him. He felt like he had ruined the moment, and he was already softening, mad at himself that he had pushed too much.

But... he wanted to say it.. He HAD to say. It was already too late, it seemed, to salvage what he had wanted to do with John, to John, or for John to do to him. So there was nothing to lose.

"What.. if I want you to hurt me?" He asked, his voice was just a whisper. There were very few ways to actually kill a vampire. A true demon's blood could do it he wasn't sure if John's would have if he hadn't given him his permission.

Like many vampires, he got off on pain, that was obvious from last night, when John had spread him wide open.

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John stared at him. "I... I don't know if I can." He admitted, "It's never been intentional. It's never been because someone asked."

He sat on the couch, putting his head in his hands. He had always protected people, as a doctor, as a soldier. His parents had never wanted him to harm anyone unless it was in self defense, or defense of others. And he knew sexually was different. But..

No.

He couldn't.

"I'm sorry." He said, his facade cracking and fading. He wrapped his wings around himself, trying to hide. He was ashamed of himself.