The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

[ihadabadday]

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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"Do you like the couch? Maybe I should have gone with that other couch, the one you liked at first, I can take this one back, and go get the other one, and maybe a new rug as well so it won't have to crawl on the wood, it will be bad for it's knees..."

He stopped when John invited him over to the couch. "Oh... um.. yes." He walked over and say next to John on the couch, but he was still, sitting up ramrod straight, hands in his lap.

"Have you had any more cramps? Does your back hurt? Are you tired or nauseous or diarrhea?" She asked, looking John over with a fine tooth comb.

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"Sherlock. The couch is fine. I'm just glad I didn't reccomend redoing the whole god damn fault. Though we could use a bigger bathroom." He shrugged a bit.

He looked at his mate and leaned in to kiss him. "Relax. It will be okay, everything will be okay. The healer thought I'd be lucky if I got to thirty weeks, which was a month ago. If I can keep this little one in for another few weeks, we should be doing good."

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Sherlock jumped up. "Bathroom!" He yelled, starting to walk towards the hallway. "Of course. I totally overlooked the bathroom! We'll need a bigger tub so we can wash the baby, and we need to get one of those baby tubs to wash him while its small.." He wandered down the hallway and into the loo to figure out what else needed to be done.

[ihadabadday]

John groaned and dropped his head back.

He straightened and got his phone. He sent a text (not a group one) to each Mycroft and his mother.

Sherlock is nesting. If construction crews start showing up, I'm going to move into a hotel.

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A text came back immediately from Mycroft

I will make sure that any construction permits are not granted. Thank you for the warning. I am quite sure that he will make a very capable father. He is concerned for you both.

A couple of minutes later, his mother responded.

I find it hard not to laugh at the concept of Sherlock nesting. But it does reiterate the idea that he has the well being of both you and the child foremost in his mind.

[ihadabadday]

To Mycroft he sent:

Thank you. Any suggestions on how to get him to calm down?

And then to his mother:

He does. I'm just somewhere between being done and even more in love.

John rubbed his belly, making a noise. "Child, your Papa is being... Not irritating. But interesting." He chuckled.

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Mycroft texted again immediately.

I would suggest getting his mind on something else, but I shudder to think what that might entail. Perhaps take him out for lunch, or a walk, something to get him out of the flat for a bit.

His mother texted back afterwards.

For his sake, I hope it is the latter.

The baby, who was now sitting much lower in his belly- a sign that he was in the final stages of pregnancy, decided to kick when its Daddy spoke to it and rubbed over when it lay.

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John ignored the two messages and instead smiled at his belly. "And Papa isn't even here to feel you kick. Sometimes he wonders if you do that on purpose."

He heaved himself off the couch and went in search of his mate. Mycroft did have a good idea. Get his mind off it...

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Sherlock was just walking out of the loo. "John!" He called, thinking he was still in the living room, when he almost ran into the man.

"Oh. John. Sorry." He spoke in a regular tone. " I think I've made some plans. I'll need to call an architect to get them on paper. Hopefully we can get things done before the baby decides to get here. "I'm going to go look up architects. I'm sure my dear brother can suggest someone." Sherlock is used to calling Mycroft his brother to other humans, so he usually says it even in private so he doesn't accidentally call him his sire, which he actually is.

[ihadabadday]

John calmly plucked the phone out of his hand, and the pad of paper. "Go in the bedroom, undress and sit on the bed." He ordered.

He stared at his mate, the expression brokering no room for arguement.

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"Oh.." His face went from surprise to almost running into John, to excitement about working on the bathroom, to confusion about taking the phone and paper away from him, and then final realization.

Without another word, the walked into the bedroom, stripped off his dressing gown, his t-shirt, his socks, his trousers, and finally his pants. Just thinking about what his pregnant mate might do to him was already making him harden a bit. He laid down on the bed, wondering what John will do.

[ihadabadday]

John smiled and nodded as he saw Sherlock obey his orders. He ran a hand over his belly and nodded.

At a slower pace, he went into the bedroom and smiled. "Good boy. I'm proud of you for following orders." He purred. John pulled off his shirt, which allowed Sherlock to see his expanded belly and breasts.

"What should I do with you?"

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Sherlock beamed, already starting to slip into in a subspace, just by being ordered to come back here, and being called a good boy.

He licked his lips and shifted around a little, getting a good view of his mate, heavy with child and full of milk, ready for it to be born in a few weeks.

"I... d-don't know, Sir. Do.. whatever you wish.. with me.." He said, already panting a bit.

[ihadabadday]

The blonde ran a hand over Sherlock's hip, smiling at him. "Look at you... So hard and need for me." He sat on the bed.

"Should I use those lovely anal beads we found last month? Or even that large dragon dildo?" He ran his fingers along Sherlock's cock.

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"Nnnng..." Sherlock had been half hard when John came in and talked to him. And it only took those few words, and that soft touch for him to harden fully.

He moaned and arched his back. "Whatever S-s-s-ir wants.." He wasn't even sure what he wanted.. Just something.. ANYTHING. "P-p-lease.. use me, Sir."

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"Tell me..." he said pulling his hand away. "I want to hear what you want."

John was enjoying this. He would never tell Sherlock that this distraction was really his sire's idea. He moved his hand to Sherlock's chest and smiled.

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Sherlock whimpered and shivered when John took his hand away- he felt so empty so quickly. He didn't even really know what he wanted, so he was quiet for a few moments.

"C-c-an you... open me up with the dragon dildo, then... turn into a Demon and fuck me? Please, Sir?" The dragon dildo was the only dildo that they had been able to find that was actually a little bit bigger than John in his Demon form. It was how Sherlock stretched himself for when John wanted him quickly, or when John wasn't in the mood and Sherlock was.

"I.. wanna be messy....Sir.... have your come in my hole and all over my back and legs and arse. Please."

[ihadabadday]

John hummed. "Oh pet, do you want me that bad?" He purred, "I can put the cock on a chair and watch you ride it..."

He got up and went to their toy chest and got out the lube and the dragon dildo.

He returned to the bed and looked at him.

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Sherlock nodded eagerly. Yes, yes wanted John that bad. He always wanted John that bad. That's why he had the dragon dildo, so when John felt back and wasn't in the mood, he could still be stretched. It wasn't exactly the same, but it still felt nice.

"Y-y-yes, s-s-ir.." He watched, still laying on the bed, while John got the dildo ready. It had a suction cup base that could be put on or taken off it you wanted to use it on the floor or a chair or even the sower. That had been a nice wank session, Sherlock thought with a groan.

[ihadabadday]

John attached the dildo to a chair and then returned to the bed. "You're going to ride that gorgeous cock while I think about letting you ride my demon cock."

He always would, but he liked making Sherlock squirm. He smiled and smacked his mate's hip. "Roll over. I need to stretch you a bit."

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Sherlock whimpered and wiggled a bit on the bed. Just having John talk about how he was going to ride that dragon dildo, and then, if he was a good boy, Sir would let him ride his. The dragon was nice, and big, even bigger than Sir, but he much preferred Sir's real cock.

"Ah!" He let out a noise of surprise at the slap on his hip. It stung, for just a second, but it got the point across. He rolled over onto his stomach, groaning at the fact that his cock was now getting a little friction against the bed, but it wasn't nearly enough to actually get him off.

[ihadabadday]

"Now now. No getting yourself off." John scolded. He kissed Sherlock's lower back and then pushed a dry finger into the other man. He began to move it back and forth, slowly, teasing.

"You love riding cock, any cock. Don't you? What would you do for a chance to fuck a line of cocks?" He asked.

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"Nnnnnnggg..." They hadn't done anything in a bit, John had been going through some aches and pains. So Sherlock was pretty tight, and using a finger with no lube, it was a bit rough. But he didn't mind a bit of pain with his pleasure, the Vampire got off on both of them.

It was tough, but Sherlock stilled his hips with a groan of frustration. He knew he was leaking onto the sheets under him, but he was a good boy for his Sir, and he didn't try to grind onto the sheets.

"MMmmmm Yes... John... p-p-lease.." Between the raw, dry finger in his arse and the idea of being fucked by a line of cocks, he was groaning and fighting as hard as he could to not start rutting again.

"A-a-nything.. sir.. anything.." He moaned.

[ihadabadday]

He chuckled and then poured some lube down Sherlock's crack before he added a second finger. John moved them in and out before spreading them a bit. He poured the lube into Sherlock.

"So needy. Look at you..." he whispered, "you're going to look so gorgeous riding that dragon cock."

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Sherlock hissed at the lube. It was cold and it raised goosebumps on the skin of his arse. John's fingers made pretty quick work of that, though. As he moved his two fingers in and out, his body heat, much warmer than Sherlock's own, warmed the liquid quickly. He was used to being stretched, so it wasn't painful at all when John spread his fingers wide inside of him

"Nnnng.." John was teasing him, and he loved and it and hated it at the same time. It just served to rile him up more, make him even more aroused, if that was even possible. He wanted to respond, but all that came out was a desperate, needy moan.