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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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.

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Fuck.

Fuck, fuck,. bloody buggering fuck.

He had ruined it. They had both been receptive, and had been flirting and rutting... and he had ruined it.

"John." He got up and walked over towards the couch, but he kept a bit of distance. It was obvious that he had fucked up badly and he was sure that John would leave him now, somehow find a way to break this bond, and he would be alone again, like he had been for so many decades now.

"I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean to... I.. I didn't.." He cursed under his breath and turned away, stomping into his room and slamming the door. He wasn't cut out for a relationship. Why had he jumped into this? He was only going to cause John more pain, and it was too late now. Maybe there was some way to break this, some way to free John from himself.

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John lowered his wings just in time to see Sherlock storm away. He sighed and slumped down. Of course he ruined it. Just like every other relationship. He got up and went into the kitchen. He began to make tea, letting his true form fade back into the human one.

Once the tea was done, he brought it to Sherlock's room and knocked on the door. "Sherlock? Can we talk?"

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Sherlock had tossed himself on his bed and laid on his back, his eyes closed and his fingers steepled under his chin. He was putting every touch and every kiss and every movement, every word John said into his Mind Palace. It would be all that he had. John would be gone when left his room, if he ever did again. It was wonderfully dark in his room, of course his entire flat had thick, black, blackout curtains to cover all of the windows. That made his room dark and cool, perfect for him.

He was surprised when John knocked on his door. Well, here it was, he said. John was going to leave. He was sure that he knew a Demon or and Old One who could break this bond. At least he had the decency to say goodbye first.

"Come in." He said, his voice sounding utterly defeated.

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John came into the room with tea and set Sherlock's on his nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. He was quiet for a moment as he took a sip of his tea.

"I may have panicked a little. All of this, is all new to me. I've never had a long term relationship and now I find myself bonded with a vampire. It scares me. But it feels so right. I'm comfortable here, more so than my little flat on the edge of the city. More so than my mother's house."

He held the cup of tea in his hands, staring down at it. He could make out the rim of the cup. "I want to satisfy you. But I'm not sure I can hurt you."

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John had brought tea. Sherlock had pushed him away, and yet John was still here, making tea and trying to talk. He had to at least try to heal the rift that he had formed.

"It.. is new to me as well, a relationship." Sherlock admitted. He had had lovers, and he had taken victims, but in 400 years, he had never tried to form a true relationship. Humans died too quickly, his fellow vampires tried to kill each other when they gathered, and he had no interest in demons or faeries or other magical creatures like that.

"It is scary." He said, looking down at his tea, finally picking it up and taking a little sip. It needed more sugar, but he'd never told John how he took his tea, so he drank it.

"I.. I would never ask you to make yourself hurt me, John." He couldn't look into the man's eyes. "But.. if.. in the throes of passion.. if you did.. it would be fine, really."

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He let out a breath and reached for Sherlock's hand, easily finding it in the dark. He squeezed. "It seems that we're both stumbling through all of this."

John took another drink of his tea. "If... In passion... I think I can live with that. But if I can't, I will let you know."

John looked over to where Sherlock was, smiling. He knew the vampire could see it in the dark.

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Sherlock didn't really answer, he just made an assenting noise and nodded. Being a vampire, he could see quite well in the dark. He had no idea how well John could see. He did see the man smiling.

"You can turn on the light if you like. It doesn't hurt me." He teased softly, a large smile on his face. He could only hope that John heard or saw it.

Sherlock held John's hand, and he put the cup down, so his other hand was free, so he ran it up and down the half demon's bare back.

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He shivered at that touch. Sherlock's skin was only a few degrees colder than normal humans... But it was so obvious.

John shifted and set his tea down. He turned to face Sherlock fully. "I like the dark." He answered, "People think it's to hide. But I feel one's true self comes out in the dark."

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*Show me." Sherlock took John's hands in his own and whispered, just centimeters from John's face. "Show me your true self, John."

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"I don't know how." He admitted, "I really don't. I've never been fully honest with anyone. I've always had to hide bits and pieces of myself away."

John looked at Sherlock, the vulnerability back. He was still young for a demon.

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"Then stop hiding, John. Show me your true form. Don't hide behind that human facade." He pulled John's hand to his mouth and took one of his fingers in his mouth and sucked on it.

"We are bonded now. You don't need to hide any part of yourself away. I want all of you, the good, the bad, the ugly, it is all a part of you."

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Pleasure shot through John when he felt that mouth close around his finger. He looked at Sherlock, face red, but the human facade faded away, leaving his demon self. He had spent so many years pretending to be human, that sometimes it was unusual to be in his demon form.

He swallowed. "You have all of me." he told the vampire.

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Sherlock could feel the finger change inside of his mouth. The skin became rougher and thicker, and he could feel the claw at the back of his throat. But still, he didn't pull away. Instead, he spoke around the finger.

"That's better. Be the real you. Don't hide yourself. You are perfect. I said that last night, and I will say it again. I will say it until you believe it as well and you stop feeling uncomfortable in your own skin." Sherlock suckled harder on John's finger, moving it in and out of his mouth, fellating it as if it was a cock.

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John was hardening in his denim trousers as he watched Sherlock. The words, the meaning. "Please Sherlock... Have me. I want you to take me."

The blonde's wings were spread wide with the pleasure coursing through him and and... He ached for it. The feeling of gentle lovemaking, to come apart in someone's arms.

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He gave John's demon finger one more suck before pulling his mouth out from around John's finger with a pop. He wasn't even sure how John's cock fit in his trousers when he was in demon form, in his true form.

"Do... you want me to fuck you, John?" He asked, while rubbing hid hand over the front of John's trousers. It was quite easy to feel that massive erection. "Press my fingers inside of you and find your prostate, and then lay you down and gently press myself inside of you, and rock in and out until I come deep inside and mark you with my essence? Is that what you want, my mate?"

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John was trembling with that first touch, those words. It was easy to see why people swooned over Vampires. They certainly made wonderful lovers. They had a way with words and making one want. John whined and nodded.

"Please..." he shifted to pull off his trousers. John got onto his hands and knees, presenting his arse to Sherlock, tail moving out of the way.

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"Fuck..." All Sherlock could do was watch John undress and climb up on his hands and knees. His cock, hot and full, was long enough that it almost touched the sheets under him. His balls hung low as well, dark between his legs.

It was a wonder that he wasn't coming right now.

"Fuck, John." He repeated. "You have absolutely no idea how fucking hot you are, do you? Look at you, hard and dripping onto my sheets, ready for me." He gulped, shifting himself in his trousers in a vain hope of trying to stop himself from coming in his trousers from looking at this feast in front of him.

"You really have no idea."

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John honestly had no idea. No one had praised his looks like this. He figured he was attractive enough to at least land some of the people and creatures he had slept with.

"Sherlock... Please. I need you. Please. I don't want to wait anymore. Please fuck me." He begged. John didn't want to tear Sherlock's sheets, but oh... He felt like he could pop off at any moment.

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"Johnnnnn.." It was as much of a moan as it was his name. He almost jumped off the bed, ripping his shirt off, not caring that buttons went plinking across the room. He threw the now worthless shirt on the floor. He kicked his shoes off, then went to work on his trousers, tugging them down, taking his pants down with them. He was already hard. Finally freeing himself from the confines of his trousers made him sigh happily.

He so much wanted to just push in and take him, but he promised that he would finger John first, so he would know what it felt like. Sherlock went to his dresser and pulled out the lube- he didn't use it often, once in a while when he was pent up and needed release.

Now that he had John, he knew that he was going to need a lot more.

"John. You need to relax when I push in. I know you've take big cocks, but I'm sure that you need to stretch. I assume that it's been a while." Sherlock kneeled behind John. He had the intention of pressing a finger inside, and instead, he pulled John's arse cheeks apart.

And licked.

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John screamed when he felt that tongue against his hole. Oh! No one had ever done that before. He pressed his face against the bed, sobbing. It was... So intense, so intimate. Sherlock was amazing.

His cock was hard and dripping. He vaguely pondered making a mold of it for Sherlock, for use whenever he wanted.

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Sherlock actually pulled back in surprise. He hadn't expected that intense of a reaction. "No one.. had ever done that to you, have they?" He asked. "Do you... like it?"

Even though he asked the question, he was already leaning back in before John could answer, licking a strip from his perineum , across his hole, and up the top of his arse, then back down again.

He was sweaty and musky and surprisingly had the slight taste of brimstone.

It was PERFECT.

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John shook his head. "No... Never." He gasped. It was so intimate and it made his head spin and spin. He whimpered and pushed his hips back.

So needy. So desperate. He ached and wanted. These feelings that Sherlock was giving him. It felt like he was floating. Soaring. He whined.

"Please. More..." his tail moved to swipe through Sherlock's hair, trying to press him closer.

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"Of course." He would give John anything, everything.

Sherlock licked another stripe, but this time he held it at the tight little pucker. While his hands held John's arse cheeks open, he pressed his tongue against the hole. At first, it didn't want to give, but after pressing in and relaxing a couple of times, John started to relax, and Sherlock felt the muscles open.

He took the opportunity to push forward and press his tongue inside of John. "Ohhhhh..."