ihadabadday | The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed

He pulled out when he was finished and instinctively shook himself, piss falling onto Sherlock's cum covered face. "There you go pet. You've tasted every part of me. What do you think?" He asked.

Unbelievably, John's cock was half hard agaisnt his leg. But he wasn't going to do anything... Yet.

Sherlock smiled at the last little shakes, the dribbles falling on his face, mixing with the seed that was already there, dribbling down the sides of his face, down to his neck and ears and the now once again ruined sheets under them.

Not that he cared right now. He was floating, still deep in the subspace, utterly spent and content and a total fucking mess.

"I... l-like... all of you... s-s-ir.." He found it hard to speak or move. But he did notice that by some miracle, Sir was not totally soft yet. He raised a tired, come covered hand and gently pet at Sir's half hard cock.

John got off the bed and then picked up Sherlock in his strong arms. "Let's get you cleaned up." He whispered before carrying him to the bathroom. John set Sherlock in the tub and turned on the water.

Carefully he began to wash his good boy. He continually praised him, letting him know how happy he was, how proud he was.

Sherlock wanted to protest, Sir was still half hard. He could help. But he was helpless in Sir's arms, like a kitten being carried by the scruff by its mother, he went almost boneless in John's arms, letting himself be carried into the bathroom. He grunted a little when the plug inside of him shifted a little as he was sat down, another little trickle of come leaking out. It quickly mixed with the water and disappeared.

As John cleaned, the water got cloudier and cloudier. Sherlock was floating above himself, almost an out of body experience. He was so high on endorphins and ecstatic with the praise that Sir was giving him. He was a good boy, Sir was proud, he had done well. It felt almost as good as the two orgasms themselves.

"Will you be okay while I change the sheets?" He asked softly after draining the water. Once he was positive Sherlock would, he got up and quickly changed the sheets. He returned to the bathroom and wrapped Sherlock in a fluffy robe and pulled the man up.

"I'm proud of you. Now let's go to bed.." he then brought him over to the freshly made bed.

Sherlock nodded after a moment. He was so far gone it was taking a few seconds for his brain to registered what was said and responded to him. Sherlock felt lonely when John left, but he couldn't have moved if he wanted to. He just soaked in the water that had been changed so it was clear now, free of the all of what was cleaned off of him.

He moved in a sort of a trance, helping John getting his arms through the robe. He was shaky on his feet but he utterly trusted John, and the half Demon held him up, helping him out of the tub and to the bed, with its freshly made sheets. He laid back, already starting to feel sleep creeping up on him.

"Mmmm.... Sir...." He said, dreamily, a goofy smile on his face.

John woke on the morning five days after he had taken Sherlock deep into subspace and he felt... Weird. He then had the overwhelming urge to throw up.

He scrambled out of bed and went into the bathroom. At least the cold tile felt so good on his overheated skin. What a sensation, he'd never been overheated before. He shuddered and threw up again. God. What the hell was going on?

Sherlock was sleeping deeply. They'd had another round of sex last night, though it hadn't been nearly as intense as the session 5 days ago. They had gone back to mostly Sherlock mounting human John (which of course he didn't mind at all!) , in the hopes that it would take.

Even if it did, he figured that they'd have to wait a while before them found out. So of course they would keep trying and trying. They were nearly immortal beings, they had all the time in the world, really.

He felt John get off the bed in what seemed like a hurry. He stirred a bit, willing himself to open his eyes. He saw John rushing into the loo, not bothering to close the door behind him.

That was odd.

Sherlock got up, still naked, and walked into the loo, only to see John throwing up. Immediately fear struck him. He was a half Demon. he didn't really get sick.

"What's wrong, love?" He asked softly, petting John's hair in a comforting gesture.

John was trembling slightly. "I... I don't know." He gasped. The blond looked up at his mate.

"I didn't mean to wake you." He said, voice rough. "I may need you to call Mum. She might know what's wrong. I didn't think demons got sick..."

He groaned before throwing up again. This time it was so little, his stomach mostly empty.

Worry clouded Sherlock's face. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. It had been almost a week since that phone call, and so far they had avoided talking to either Mycroft or Martha, but they both knew that a meeting was inevitable.

And now the day had come, it seemed.

Sherlock waited until John was through throwing up again, then he went into the bedroom and got John's phone. It was easy to find Martha's number. As much as he didn't want to talk to the woman, he would do anything to make sure John was ok.

So he dialed the number.

"Japhrimel! Why have you not been returning my calls?" Martha's voice came from the speaker.

The blonde just groaned and curled tighter on the porcelain. Oh god. Everything hurt. His abdomen, his chest.

He shivered and coughed. "Tell Mum to calm down."

Japhrimel? Sherlock looked confused towards John. Oh... he thought. That must be his true name. He knew that John was a human name, but he had never actually thought about asking. It didn't matter because everyone called him John.

Except his mother, apparently.

"Umm.. this is.. Sherlock Holmes. I'm calling for... John." He wasn't even sure if he could pronounce that Demon name right, so he used his human one.

"I'm calling because John isn't feeling well, and he was hoping that you might be able to tell him why. He's never gotten sick in the months that I've known him. Demons, even half ones, don't get sick. And we need to know what's wrong so we can fix it."

Martha was quiet for a moment before letting out a sigh. "That boy never did listen to his anatomy lessons." She shook her head on her end, even though her son and his mate couldn't see it.

"Have the two of you had unprotected sex in the past five days?"

John raised his head and stared at the phone. They were bonded, of course. But he didn't trust himself to speak yet.

Sherlock turned a bright red. He was quite glad that Martha couldn't see him. Of course they had had unprotected sex. They had been for almost half a year now. Nothing had...

Oh.

OH.

It hit him like a freight train. He looked at John, who was just looking at him back. Martha's harsh voice brought him back to the present.

"Of.. course.." He said softly. "We've been bonded for almost 6 months now. But he's never felt sick before this..." He knew what Martha was going to say now, but he wasn't even sure if he was ready to hear it.

John groaned. "Oh christ." He muttered, "give me phone and go get ginger ale. Please?" He begged his mate.

He took his phone. "Hello Mum." He said as Sherlock left the bathroom.

The demon forced himself to sit up, leaning back against the bathtub.

Sherlock nodded dumbly and headed out to the kitchen.

"Japhrimel!" Came the cry on the other side of the line when John took the phone. "What in the Nine Hells were you thinking, getting knocked up. And by a Vampire nonetheless!" Even though she had- initially thought it would be good that her son had mated with man who's sire was one of the most important First Blood Vampires, now that he was bred, this was a whole nother story. There had never, in all the Time Immortal that a Vampire of Old Blood and a half Demon, and one of the Old Ones had ever mated and produced a child. She had no idea what the child would be like.

And it scared her. A lot.

"That it wasn't going to happen Mum. We didn't think that it would actually catch." John admitted. They had both wanted it to, but the reality of it actually happening was different.

"Look, it's happening. Whether or not you like it." John forced himself to stand, his head spinning a bit. But he steadied himself and headed to the living room.

Sherlock had been heading back with a glass of ginger ale. He almost bumped into John in the hallway.

"Here you are John, he said, sheepishly. He knew this was between John and his mother, so he headed back to the bedroom to give John space to talk.

"No. It really doesn't have to happen. I can stop it." She couldn't do it unless she was physically with John, able to feed something to him. She had some powerful elixirs that could stop this before it really started.

"This is a mistake, Japhrimel." She said, her voice deadly serious. "Vampires are not meant to mate with our kind. Carrying this child, attempting to birth it, could kill you. It isn't supposed to be growing inside of you. A quarter Demon and half Vampire child has never been born, in eons of time! Don't you think that there is a reason for that? I won't lose you because you are too stubborn to listen to reason. This.. abomination will KILL you, Japhrimel. Please, listen to your mother."

John took the glass and gave Sherlock a kiss. He went to sitting in the living room. He sat down in the chair and took a sip.

"You were saying a very different tune when you were excited to meet Sherlock." He said flatly, "When you wanted to use him, us, to get to his sire. Mum, I know you and I know what you were up to."

He finished the ginger ale and set the glass to the side.

"I will see a doctor about this. Whatever decision Sherlock and I make... It is our decision. Do not meddle."

"I was excited to meet Sherlock." She replied, her voice now a bit lower, dangerous. "I would never use you, Japhrimel. You are my son. I love you with all of my heart. I am worried, because I don't want you to die. I am not just saying this. Having a child that is part Vampire and part Demon, there has never been a live child born. "

She sighed. "I am not trying to use you, or lie to you, Japhrimel. You WILL die if you try to carry this child. Demon genes and Vampire genes are not meant to mix. Don't go to a human doctor. They know nothing about this. You have to come back to the Underworld and see a healer here. They can examine you. I will not come with you, so you don't think that I am trying to interfere."

Martha paused for a moment. "Please. Do this for me. Speak with a healer in the Underworld. they may be able to find a way for this abomination to not kill you. No one else can help you. Please."

"Mum. I don't want to go back if it means I never see the surface or my mate again. I would rather take my chances up here." He said coldly.

John got up and crossed over to the windows, staring down at the street below.

"This is my life Mum and think of the power this child could wield. Being descended from a Fallen and the First Blood?"

"I've known I'm pregnant for roughly twenty minutes and I want to keep this child." He said stubbornly.

"I never said that you couldn't go back to the surface again." Martha replied softly. "I am not trying to trap you in the Underworld. If you insist on keeping this... thing.. then I want to give you the best chance to actually survive if you won't listen to reason. "

Her voice quavered, just the smallest bit. "Please, listen to your mum. I am eons old. I have much more experience when it comes to Demonkind than you. I want you to come to the Underworld and see a healer and speak with them. And then when they are done speaking with you, you can go back to Surface and your.... mate."

"Alright. When?" He asked softly. John knew his mother was right. That he should see a healer.

But he wanted to keep this child, the perfect combination of the two of them. Him and his mate.

He shivered at the thought. Their child with Sherlock's hair and gorgeous smile. He rubbed his still flat belly.

There was honest relief in her voice. "As soon as possible. Even today or tomorrow if you can. The longer it is inside of you, the more dangerous it becomes. Come to my house. I can summon a portal to the Underworld. When you are done, the healer can summon a portal back here. Can you come today?" She asked.

"Mum. I want to keep this child." He told her sternly, "If you try anything..." John swallowed.

"I'll never speak to you again. I'll lose your number and Sherlock and I will fall.off somewhere no one can find us. Do you hear me?"

He understood it was dangerous. Any pregnancy was.

The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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