ihadabadday | The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed

Even though it wasn't near as much come as when he was in his demon form, it was still a nice amount, and since Sherlock was on his back it fell in a broken line of puddles from his chin and sternum down to sticky globules in his dark, thick, curly pubic hairs.

Sadly, as John lay on top of him, Sherlock slipped out, and he could feel his own come dribbling out of John's arse, over his bollocks and in his hair, mixing with John's, and down his inner thighs.

There was more than a little bit of Sherlock that wished that he would turn into a demon with his sharp canines and bite him, like he had the night they had bonded. But that thought faded away when John spoke.

"Breeding?" He asked, slightly confused. "Did I.... did it.." Surely he hadn't actually bred John... had he? And would John know? He had no idea about how half demon physiology and reproduction worked. Would he know if he was?

"I don't know yet." John admitted, "it is highly unlikely. Like single digit probability."

"If you don't want children, I can get us some condoms." He swallowed, almost unsure what to do now.

John shifted a bit, flushing.

Sherlock tried hard to hide his disappointment, but he wasn't sure that he'd been all that successful.

"No." He said softly. "It's okay.. I mean. I know you say it's a very long shot. But.. if it does happen, by some random chance... It's.. well it's okay with me." He could feel his cheeks flush slightly. "As long.. as it is alright with you. It's your body, and I would never ask you to do something that you didn't want."

He did groan at the shifting, as John was still laying on top of him. But he'd just come twice within a very short time. There was no way that a round three was going to be any time soon at all.

John pulled back and grinned at him. "Then we should have sex as much as we're able. I'm sure they make viagra for vampires." He teased.

He leaned in to kiss Sherlock, making a small noise. He adored this man so incredibly much
He was just... less than 24 hours later and he would do anything for him.

Sherlock ground up against John. Just because he couldn't get it up again yet, that doesn't mean that he couldn't tease John a little bit.

"With you around, do you really think I need any Viagra?" He laughed, kissing John long on the lips. "You just made me fuck you twice in less than an hour. I think that constitutes no need for other.. stimulants." He kissed John again, and then whispered into his ear. "But I still want you to become who you really are.. and fuck me with that gigantic demon cock of yours.." He licked at the shell of John's ear. "And I want to fuck your mouth while I hold onto your horns."

He flushed, shifting a bit. He couldn't fathom why Sherlock loved his true form so much. It embarrassed him quite a lot. He buried his face in his mate's neck.

He relaxed against that cool body, closing his eyes. "Mmm... We should shower."

"Considering the fact that you have used your own... leaving to stick yourself to me, yes. I do think that we need a shower." Sherlock leaned up and kissed John, deeply, then reluctantly moved John off his lap by wiggling out from under him. He headed towards the shower, turning it on as hot as he could, then stepping in, moaning at the wonderful heat. After two pretty quick bouts of sex back to back, his muscles were aching, and he was still smarting a tiny bit where John had opened him up wide that night they bonded. The shower felt.. well, ironic for him to say, but.. heavenly.

John cleaned up the bed and made it before going into the bathroom. He stepped into the shower behind Sherlock.

"You're warm." It was odd, his mate being warm. Over the past twenty four hours, he had gotten so used to the cooler temperature of Sherlock.

"What do you want to do with the rest of our day?" He asked.

"Mmmm...." Sherlock smiled when John stepped in behind him. He turned around (which was tricky in the rather small shower) and kissed John deeply, then turned back to start soaping himself up.

"I don't always feel like death slightly warmed over." he teased back. "Besides, touching you is like touching a radiator!" He chuckled while he was washing the now dried and stick come off of his stomach and chest.

"I did not have any plans in particular." Sherlock admitted. "Did you have any suggestions on how you wanted to spend the rest of your day?"

John returned the kiss and smiled at him. "I don't know. Maybe I should get my things and move them over."

Once Sherlock was done with the soap, he took it. The blonde began to clean himself up.

He changed places with Sherlock to rinse himself off. He made a face. "The water feels cold."

"I turned it to the hottest it could go, you furnace!" Sherlock teased. "You must have used up all the heat inbetween our sex sessions. It probably didn't have enough time to warm back up." Sherlock shook his head.

"I would be happy to help you move your belongings here. If you wish, there is a room upstairs, if you want to have a place of your own to go. If not, we can arrange my dresser or possibly purchase a new one. I don't know how much you have in the way of belongings and clothing."

John mock glared at him as he finished rinsing off. "It's not my fault that I run hot." He huffed. But there was a smile to words. He loved this, this easy teasing between them. It was comfortable.

He stepped out of the shower and found his towel from earlier. He began to dry off.

"I don't have a lot." He told Sherlock, "Everything should fit in a duffel bag."

Sherlock finished washing his hair (how had the come gotten up there???) And then stepped out of the shower after turning the water off. He had to frown at at. All John had could fit into a duffel bag? Well, he was going to have to fix that. He would take John out to get him new clothes, jumpers for the winter, comfy trousers for the whole years, vests, some nice button up shirts, a couple of new pairs of loafers, maybe some sand shoes for off days....

Yes. This was going to have to happen. And soon. As a vampire, he knew how to invest his money, and it had hundreds of years worth of interest in some accounts, so he was had enough money. His family went back a very long time, he was not hurting, and yet he still preferred to live in this rather small and cramped flat, mostly because of its prime location.

John looked at him and then smiled. "Do you want to come with me?" He asked. He shifted a bit on his feet.

He was embarrassed, but not. He had spent a good chunk of time in the military. He didn't have many belongings. Or clothes.

After Sherlock gave his answer, he slipped into the bedroom to dress in his discarded clothes.

"Of course." Sherlock said with a soft smile. He followed a moment behind, getting dressed, including his hooded Belstaff. He's much prefer skulking around the city at night, but unfortunately, most crime and police work happened during the day, which seemed counter-intuitive, but that was how it was.

So he did the best he could to stay out of the light, and did what he had to during the day. He had to admit that he was a bit jealous of John. He could walk around like a human, in the daylight, and no one is ever the wiser. And he was quite obvious with his red eyes, thick coat, hood, and gloves, even in the heat of the London summer. No one could ever mistake him for anything but a vampire.

Sherlock sighed and shook those thoughts out of his head. He didn't regret Turning, though he had of course had no choice at the time. It had afforded him many things, near immortality was one of them. But the drawbacks were many as well- persecution, prejudice, and the need to always keep out of the blasted sun.

When he was ready, he pulled up his hood and pulled on his glasses, finally arranging his long blue scarf around his neck to shield that tender skin.

"I'm ready." He said.

John was pulling on his canvas jacket and smiled at Sherlock. "I heard during full solar eclipses that vampires can go out during the day and not have all the protection."

He opened the door to the flat and headed down the stairs.

He stepped out into the sun and let put a breath. He did love the outdoors. One day, he wanted to retire to the country.

"Yes, but there isn't going to be another full solar eclipse for several years. April 8th, 2024, actually. And the full eclipse doesn't last for long." The last full solar eclipse had been not quite 2 years ago, and it had been glorious, to be able to go our for a very short time with no protection. He had enjoyed it for the little time it had been available.

Sherlock watched him enjoying the sun. Of course he felt a twinge of jealousy. He enjoyed the sun once, and the warmth. After 400 years, he still hadn't forgotten how it felt.

And once again, Sherlock had to shake those thoughts out of his head. He raised his hand for a taxi. "Where to, John?" He asked, as one pulled up.

John slipped into the cab when it arrived and leaned in to give the cabbie an address. He then leaned back and took Sherlock's hand. He squeezed gently.

"I wish there was a way I could take you out into the sun and let you feel it again." he mused.

But he then fell quiet and looked out the window as London passed. He often walked everywhere, so it was different seeing London this way.

"I do feel it, in a way." He replied, squeezing back. "I still feel the heat, even through my coat, and my gloves. But it isn't a good, warming kind of heat. It's more of a burning sort of sensation." It was hard for him to explain what it was like, being a vampire. "Even if for some reason, I could be in the sun, it would still not be the same as what you feel." He gave John a smile, but it didn't quite meet his eyes.

"Despite my aversion to sunlight, and my need for blood, being a vampire does has it advantages, immortality is the biggest one, of course. I can see in the dark, I have higher stamina, I can run faster and longer than I could when I was a human. And of course, there is the Thrall." He chuckled. "But that's really not an advantage with you, now is it?"

"I could always act like your Thrall works on me." John grinned at him, "How many humans have you used the Thrall on?" He asked. There was no jealousy in him, just curiosity.

The blonde got out of the cab as Sherlock paid. Once more he took the vampire's hand. Because of the area he lived, there were quite a few creatures abound. And not all of them were friendly to cross-species relationships.

"Hey bloodsucker! Let that human go!" One of the creatures snarled, "Or you can share."

Sherlock looked away, a little shamed. "Too many to count." He admitted. "For a very long time, I would use my Thrall to entice victims back to my lair, where I would either use them, or drink from them, or both. Most of the time, I would..." He paused and sighed, looking up. He was not surprised to see that the cab driver was eyeing him warily.

"Often, I would... dispose of them. so no one would find out what I was. I lived- as best I could- incognito. For almost 300 years, it served me well. But with the start of the Industrial Revolution and all of the modern technology that came from it, it became literally impossible to hide who I was. So that had to stop." Even with that revelation, the driver still didn't seem to relax, and he was quite happy when they arrived at their destination, taking Sherlock's money very tentatively.

This was a rather strange part of town, where Demons and Imps and Faeries and Vampires all lived together- joining together in their shared outcast status. He tried to ignore the catcalls and insults, but when someone suggested sharing John, Sherlock's eyes glowed red in anger. He hissed and used his quick speed to run over to the man and slammed him, up against the wall. It was a goblin, and Sherlock could easily hold him up.

"You best apologize." Sherlock didn't even bother to use his Thrall. The deadly tone of his voice was enough. "If you value your life."

Racism, John noted dryly, had shifted from race and country of origin to creature status. Even though Vampires were among the elite, most looked at them with disdain. And it made his blood boil. It wasn't as if the vampires were depending on others for support. Many of them had families, from their sires, and support that way.

John watched as Sherlock slammed the Goblin against the wall. "Careful, you may break something." He told his mate, "And we wouldn't want him running to the cops."

He smiled at the Goblin, his horns appearing as he imitated smoke curling around his head. For all the Goblin knew, he was an occult specialist and a curse breaker. But there were rumors of a Demon Hunter who lived in the area.

"Lemmme gooooo!!" The Goblin was small and wiggly, and was able to get out of Sherlock's grasp. "You're a freak!" He threw a parting shot when he was far enough away. He ducked down an alley and was gone.

Sherlock was trying his hardest not to care, not to let this get to him, but he had been called a freak for hundreds of years now, and it wore him down bit by bit until the word became a raw wound that rubbed every time the insult was lobbed at him.

"The sooner we are out of here, the better." He murmured, putting his head down and pulling his hood low and shoving his hands in the pockets of his Belstaff, trying to drawing up into himself as much as he could. How did John survive here, looking like a human, he wondered? If they hated Vampires, they must hate humans even more, and he was sure that they would kill any human who wandered in here alone.

John's appearance had gone back to normal. "I'm the boogeyman to a lot of them." he told his mate as he led him to the building his flat was in.

"Where did you come crawling out from?" And older woman who was sitting on the front steps hissed at John.

"Beatrice... I live here." John replied, "Are you going to let me pass, or do I need to bind you again?"

The ancient looking woman hissed at him, but moved to the side.

John rolled his eyes and then grabbed Sherlock, dragging him up the steps and into the council flat. So many creatures lived in these flats, and those who were just back from the front lines. It was an area that the Yard didn't come around too much.

Sherlock wasn't really paying much attention to anything, he was in his own world. He was following John, and listening to him, but he was hunched up, making himself look as invisible as possible. He just wanted to get the hell out of here and forget that this had ever happened.

He only made one little noise of surprise as he was drug inside the building and up the stairs. It was a tony flat, hardly even one room with a tiny bathroom off to the side. There wasn't even a separate bedroom, or any sort of kitchen, other than a tiny refrigerator pressed against one wall. How did he live here? It was more like a prison cell than anything else. Sherlock would know,. He'd spent time in prison simply for being a Vampire.

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