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The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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 got Sherlock back to the flat and sat him down on the couch. Instead of tea, he got his mate a glass of red wine mixed with a little blood. He sat next to the vampire on the couch and handed him the glass.

"Sherlock?" He asked carefully, "Are you okay?"

His mate seemed to be in a bit of shock.

He knew their little flat wouldn't fit their suddenly larger family. They might have to move. They would need to discuss it, and then with Mycroft.

He didn't even remember how he got back to the flat. Suddenly he was there, and he was being handed a glass. The oh so familiar smell of wine and blood drifted up to his nose, and that, along with John's soft, tentative voice, brought him back, at least a bit.

Sherlock blinked a couple of times, looked over at John, and took a sip of the wine. The blood gave it an acidic, tangy, coppery taste, and he took another sip, already starting to feel a tiny bit better.

"I... I'm sorry." He said, shaking his head and lowering his eyes. "I.. just.. I wasn't expecting twins. God, we have to tell M, and your mother.. and.. William.." His voice drifted off a bit at the end.

He kissed Sherlock's head and put his hand on the vampire's leg. He squeezed comforting and then nodded.

"We will."

He then took out his phone and called his mother. He would then call Mycroft. And then they would tell William when they picked him up from school.

A girl and a boy.

One was amazing, two was a miracle. What did that make twins?

"Okay..." Sherlock was starting to feel a little better, but he was still slightly out of it. He sat on the couch, next to John, slowly sipping the wine and blood cocktail while John made the phone calls that he needed to.

What was William going to think? He had friends at the school he was in. If he moved, he might have to change schools, and that could be devastating to a 7 year old. He didn't want to uproot their son.

They would, in theory, have a little bit of time if they wanted to wait. The twins could stay in their bedroom while they were newborns, maybe up to about 3 months or maybe a bit more.

But would it be worse to uproot the family while they had two tiny babies, or nt wait and do it before they were born?

And where would they go? 221B had been Sherlock's home for decades now. He couldn't even think about living somewhere else.

John made a face when his mother didn't answer. He left her a short voicemail, asking her to call him back, before hanging up. He took a breath and then dialed Mycroft.

He didn't often call Sherlock's sire, choosing to text the elder vampire more often.

The blonde leaned against Sherlock as he put the phone on speaker as it rang through.

Mycroft looked at the called ID. John Watson. It was very rare for them to speak on the phone, so it must have been something important. It was time for them to see the Demon healer. He figured that they knew the sex of the baby now.

He picked up the phone. "Yes, John?" He asked in a no nonsense tone. They didn't hate each other, there was a mutual respect between them and their relationship had slowly improved over time, but they weren't really friends,

"Hello Mycroft. Sherlock is on speaker with me. We do have news on the gender of the babies." He said. It was not a slip of the tongue, he had said babies.

John glanced over to his mate and smiled at him. It would be okay. They had their small support network. His mother, Sherlock's sire, their friends.

He rubbed a hand over his belly, a smile on his face. "We're having a boy and a girl."

It was very unusual to make Mycroft sound surprised.

But that made Mycroft sound surprised.

"Oh." He said, in that tone, before adopting his regular, haughty, not amused tone that he usually spoke in.

"Congratulations are in order, then." He said. "I will email Sherlock a list of houses in the area where William can attend the same school and where a sufficient level of security can be arranged. He should expect it within the next 48 hours." He paused for a moment.

"I suspect that your mother knows. Not William, though. He isn't due to be picked up from school for another hour."

"My mother didn't pick up her phone. So she doesn't know yet." John said honestly, "And thank you. I don't think our flat is large enough for a family of five."

"We do plan on telling William today when we pick him up. Though Sherlock still seems to be in a bit of shock. He has wine mixed with blood right now."

There was a little zing of satisfaction in Mycroft that he had found out first, but his voice didn't convey any change at all.

"Ah, I see." He said, simply. "I appreciate you taking care of Sherlock. He's never been one for surprised. It came as quite a shock to him when he died. I had to watch over him for near a week before he finally started to come to terms with being a Vampire."

"I would never not take care of my children or mate." He answered, "Have a good day Mycroft. Please don't buy us a house without us looking at it first." John then hung up.

Well shit, being pregnant with twins probably meant their sex like was on hold for the next three to five months. Damn it.

He made sure that Sherlock was slowly drinking the blood/wine mixture before getting up to get himself a cup of tea.

Sherlock was actually a lot better by the time John came back with tea. Between the conversation with Mycroft- which meant that he didn't have to worry as much about where to live (though he was still loathe to leave Baker Street he would of course for his family) and the wine . He was more himself.

"You are going to have to take extra care." He said as John sat down with the tea. "I think you should drink from me more often. And as much as you will hate it, I think you should stay in bed as much as you can. I know that will be hard with William, but we will explain it to him as to why he has to be very careful with Papa."

He downed the last of the wine/blood mixture and looked to John. "You can feed if you like. The wine has really helped. Thank you for taking care of me. Now it's my turn to take care of you, for about 4 more months, I hope. "

John looked at his mate and then kissed him. "I was just thinking that. I'll hate it. But that means you'll just be around more to help take care of William and see to my needs." He grinned. The blonde shifted closer and nuzzled his neck.

"Mmm, you smell good."

He didn't exactly always like feeding from Sherlock, but because their children were half-vampires, it was a necessary thing to do. He groaned and then moved Sherlock's head to the side before leaning in and biting down.

Carefully he began to drink.

"You know that I will always do anything that I can for you, my John." He said, kissing back briefly.

"Nnnng.." Sherlock hissed, there was that brief moment of pain, and then the endorphin kicked in.

The problem was, it was a rather sensual, and sexual thing, to be drank from. Sometimes the drinking led to sex., more often than not after William it didn't because of time or that William was actually there. But that didn't stop it from being an almost Pavlovian response with Sherlock to get hard.

He closed his eyes tight, and tried to think of ways to will it away- the best way he found was trying to picture his sire naked. Thank goodness he had never actually seen him, though there had been some close calls in the early days, in the 1600's when Mycroft had been rather promiscuous. It was easy to lead handsome but poor boys back to his mansion to get a fuck, a feed, and then kill them so they wouldn't tell.

As the centuries went on though, that became harder to do, and by the turn of the 20th century that had pretty much ceased, and Sherlock of course had long since learned to be smart enough of where not to go in Mycroft's mansion.

John couldn't help it, he put his hand over Sherlock's groin and squeezed. Oh yes. He loved this. Being close to his mate like this. He groaned as he pulled back.

"Sherlock..." He whispered, "Oh how you make me want."

He stared at his mate, licking his lips. It was obvious he was hungry for it. For whatever the man could give him. He shivered and moved his hand a bit.

Sherlock groaned and bucked up into John's hand. So much for trying to keep his erection down. He leaned his head back, giving John better access to his neck.

"We.... don't have a lot of time..." He managed to gasp out, before he moaned again when John found a particularly sensitive part of his aching length. Maybe they had time for a quick hand job and a change of pants, but nothing more.

John pulled away and then got to his knees in front of Sherlock. He looked up at the vampire as he ran his hands up and down his thighs. "I know. But there is enough time for me to suck you off."

He reached up to undo the fly of Sherlock's trousers and tug them and those stupidly expensive pants down.

"J-j-ohn.. be c-careful.." He knew it was a silly warning, all he was doing was kneeling, but still there was a niggle of a worry in the back of his mind about John overexerting himself.

Even if he had wanted to stop John though, the moment his trousers and pants went down (helped by Sherlock rocking his hips back so his mate could pull them down) he knew he couln't and wouldn't have stopped him.

"Nnnng.. Jooohhhnnn." There was lust and want and NEED in that one elongated word.

He paused and looked up at Sherlock. "Do you not want my lips wrapped around your aching cock?"

John continued to run his hands over those pale, cold, thighs. He grinned and leaned in, kissing one thigh, then the other, but not approaching that cock. Yet.

"Oh god, fuck please, John." He didn't care right now that he had been reduced to begging. He didn't have much time and he needed to get of right fucking now before he shot a load on the pants and trousers that were down around his knees.

He arched up, his cock bobbing proudly outward, a fat drop of precome leaking out of the slit.

He chuckled before leaning in and licking that drop of precome up. John grinned and then took the head in his mouth. He groaned at the taste and then slowly began to move his head up and down.

John dug his nails into Sherlock's thighs. God. He loved this.

Sherlock threw his head back, it hit the back of the couch with a dull thud. Oh how he wanted to thrust up into John, but he didn't want to choke his husband. He knew that they had to be very careful for John to not overexert or hurt himself, so he held back- biting his lower lip to both stave off a stupidly short time before orgasming, and thrusting up and fucking John's mouth.

The pain of John's Demon nails- still a bit sharp even in human form, just sent him spiraling further and further into pleasure. This was going to be a very short sucking session before he couldn't hold back any longer, he knew.

Sherlock threaded his fingers in John's short hair and pulled softly, not enough to hurt, just to encourage.

John groaned and continued to bob his head up and down. Those hands in his hair just urged him further. He wanted to hear Sherlock come apart. He wanted to taste him.

He groaned and worked his freehand into his own trousers to start to stroke himself. Yes.

"Nnnng... Joooohhhnn!! He tugged hard at John's hair, trying to pull him forward while he arched up. His whole body stiffened, and he let out a low, long moan when he came, filling his lover's mouth with his seed..

John let himself be tugged and pulled. He shivered and tried to swallow more. More. He groaned when he felt Sherlock start to fill his mouth. He began to swallow.

He pulled back and licked his lips. "Better?" He asked.

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