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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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"William's a good lad." Greg agreed with a nod. I'm sure your twins will be good kids as well, They have a couple'a good people raising them." They were silent for a bit as they walked. it was a pleasant silence. They were enjoying the warm sunshine of summer.

As they turned onto Baker Street, Greg was the first to notice that Sherlock was pacing back and forth under the awning of Speedy's cafe, and he looked.. pink.

"Sherlock?" He asked, stepping up his pace to try to get to the cafe to see if that was indeed the detective.

John's eyes widened. "Sherlock!" He couldn't run over to him. He more... Waddled. He put his hands on his mate's face. "You wonderful fool." He said before kissing him. "You forgot your coat, didn't you?"

He then turned to Greg. "Can you go inside and get his coat and gloves?"

Sherlock's eyes went wide. Was that...

"John!" He took one step out from the awning, intending to run towards the man who was waddling towards him.

That only lasted a second, and then he was back under the awning again.

"Sure." Greg ran ahead, opening the thankfully unlocked door of 221 Baker Street and heading upstairs.

Sherlock hissed when John touched his sunburnt face, but he didn't shrink away. He wanted to make sure that this was real, that John was here and in front of him and touching him.

"John. John." Sherlock didn't care that it hurt when he kissed his mate. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drive you off. You could have been hurt or killed out there and I was worried about you. I thought you might never come back. "

He was beside himself with worry, touching and kissing and John... JOHN.

"You didn't do it." He told Sherlock, "There's just so much going on and Mum and Mycroft's arguing got to me." He stroked his fingers gently over the pink skin.

"I'm sorry for worrying you." He kissed him again and then pulled back.

"It'll heal. " He said simply. "Vampires heal faster than humans, It'll be gone in a day or so." both his hands and his face were still warm and tender to the touch, but being out of the sun was already helping a little.

Greg ran out of the building a moment later, panting and holding Sherlock's coat and gloves.

"Thank you." Sherlock said. It was a bit painful to get them on, especially the gloves, but he did it, put up the hood- down further on his eyes than usual,and made the short jaunt into 221B again.

John followed him inside after giving his thanks to Greg.

He stared at both his mother and Mycroft, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Both of you get out. No arguing. Get out." He ordered.

Almost comically, Mycroft and Martha looked at each other.

"Sherlock, we still have a lot to- " Sherlock interrupted his brother. "Out, Mycroft." He turned to John's mother. " And you as well. We will take care of William today."

She opened her mouth, but Sherlock interrupted her. 'OUT."

She gave Sherlock a death glare, and looked at John as well, then made a portal and was gone.

Mycroft looked like he was about to say something, but he thought better of it, grabbed his umbrella, and left as well.

John eased himself down, letting out a breath. He put a hand on his belly, rubbing it. "It's okay little ones. It's okay."

The blonde looked up at Sherlock and smiled tiredly. "I just want to be moved and not deal with the drama." He whispered.

"I worry about you, and the stress of this move, but really need to get moved before you give birth. I think trying it with two tiny ones will be too much."

He sighed and looked around. The flat was much more empty than it ever had been. Most of the things, other than the essentials were over at the new house.

"It should only be a few more days, my love. Do you think you can hold out just a few more days?" Sherlock put his hand over John's, his eyes going a bit wide when he felt a kick, even through John's hand and the fabric. It wasn't the first kick, of course, but every time he felt it, it was still just as special.

"You need to tell them that they need to hold on at least another 3 or 4 weeks. Then they will be almost big enough. But they have a really good chance at 7 months. It isn't much longer."

"I just want to go on vacation with you and William." He admitted after a moment, "Hide away somewhere from the world for a bit."

He looked up at his mate and smiled. "I think they can hang on a bit more. I would love for them to be born closer to the eighth month."

Sherlock sighed. "I'd love it as well, John." He said. "But I 'm not sure that you should be traveling, especially when the babies could actually come at any time. I hope they wait until 8 months as well, but it's very unlikely when it comes to twins. They just run out of space."

He kissed John softly. "I'm sorry that I can't give that to you. You know I would if I could, if it was safe."

The blonde sighed and rubbed his face. "I know." He worked himself up out of the chair, making a face.

"Can I stop looking and feeling like a beached whale?" He laughed.

John stared at his mate. He wished he could have him, claim him, pound into him.

Sherlock chuckled. "Soon, my love. Soon." Sherlock came up and kissed him deeply. "You'll miss it soon, feeling them growing inside of you." He kissed John again. "And then, when you have healed up, and the babies are sleeping.." He leaned in and whispered in John's ear..

"You can turn into a demon and fuck me down into the bed and take me over and over and over."

He groaned at those words. He grabbed onto his mate's shoulders, whining. Oh he wanted.

"Can I watch you ride a toy? Please?" He asked.

He knew they couldn't have penetrative sex, but he could watch.

He would never deny his lover anything. Sadly in this case, he had no choice.

"Which one would you like me to ride, my love?" Sherlock asked, gently taking John's hand and moving them both towards the bedroom.

"You know, when the toy's inside of me, I'm going to think about how, in a few months, that will be your massive Demon cock opening me up and filling me with yourself.. " He started to undress, slowly.

And then, when you are done watching me, I'm going to take your cock in my mouth and drink every single bit of you down. I would never let you come out of this without getting your pleasure as well."

He eased himself down onto the bed and undressed. John purred as he watched Sherlock undress.

God his mate was gorgeous. So stunningly gorgeous.

He ran a hand over his belly and up to cup his breasts. He squeezed.

"Mmmmm." It was so sexy to see John's naked body, rounded and heavy with their children, it made Sherlock groan quietly.

He looked at the clock, they had a couple of hours before they had to get William, so there was plenty of time. He unlocked the toy chest and took out a few of the ones that they both favored, along with some lube, and a plug, just in case he wanted to keep himself open.

"What is your pleasure, my love? What should I ride? I have some nice big toys, one even bigger than your Demon size, one about the same as you, one about the same as your human cock, and there's this one that is thin but very long that really gets in deep.. What do you want to see me fuck?"

He moaned as he brushed his fingers over his sensitive nipples. John shivered and spread his legs a bit.

"Surprise me." He whispered, "I love watching you ride anything."

Sherlock looked them over. He was too wound up, he didn't want to wait for as long as it would take to open himself up for the biggest one, and the thin one wasn't as satisfying, it was more for John to tease him with- it wasn't as fun to use alone.

He decided on one that he hadn't pulled out, it was fairly new, so it hadn't gotten much use as it was bought right before John became pregnant again. It was between John's demon size and his human one- thick but not so thick that it took forever to prep for.

He put the others away and then held it up for John's perusal. It was a very deep red, almost blood red, a bit curved, with a thick head and a small almost canine knot at the base to keep it locked in.

He could... keep it in.. he realized.. And that made him moan.

'Does this meet with your approval?" He asked with a sly grin.

John moaned when he looked at Sherlock and the toy he was holding. He shifted a bit, whimpering. He squeezed his breasts, pushing them together for Sherlock. He could see in his mate's every glance how much he wanted and desired.

"Wonderful. Think you can keep it in you for a bit?" He asked. John desperately wanted to know Sherlock had a toy in him.

"Nnng.." Sherlock was distracted from answering by John pushing his breasts together. Oh how much he wanted to put his cock there and fuck between them...

He shook his head. . No. Not now. In a few months. But not now.

"Y-yes.." He said, his voice shakier than before. He started to prep the toy, slathering it with lube while he talked. 'You want me to go out there and take a cab on thee bumpy roads while I have this inside of me, and let it hit my prostate with every little bump and turn of the car. To torture me and remind me that soon, very soon, it will be your cock inside of me. Is that what you are asking, my love?"

"Yes..." he moaned, "Yes."

John's very human cock was hard and dripping and he was focusing very hard on not letting himself shift. The healer didn't want him changing forms too often. It could cause stress.

"I love that wild look in your eye when you're desperate."

"Mmmm.. Johhhhhnn.." He groaned. God, John was a marvel.. he was sex personified. He was hard and leaking, and oh he wished that John could shift, but he knew that it was dangerous to do it too much.. If he did shift, Sherlock might not be able to hold himself back from impaling himself on it.

He turned so that John could see him lube up two fingers and press them inside of himself- stretching hi,self right away. "Nnngggf.." It was a good burn, bit of pain and pleasure. He hadn't fucked anything in months, he'd had some wanks, but that was about it, with all the stress of the pregnancy and moving.

Fuck, he needed this... BADLY.

"Look at you..." he whispered, "look how needy you are..."

John wrapped his hand around himself gasping. He began to stroke slowly. "I wish I could bury myself in you, pound into you. Over and over. Hear you shout my name."

"I want to own you."

"Fuuuccck.." Sherlock fumbled with his stroking, listening to John was driving him crazy. He had to be careful so he didn't come from just this alone.

He pulled his fingers out and lubed up a third finger, then pushed in again, groaning louder.

"Johhhnn." He groaned. "Own me. I want you to fuck me down into the mattress with your gigantic cock... bugger me and stretch me wider that I should ever go, pound and me come in me, fill me so much that I can't even hold it all, then plug me so I'll never forget what you did to me. Pleaaaaseee." He begged, he had to pull his fingers out again so he wouldn't come before he even put the toy in.

"Please, I.. I want to see your massive cock.. I want to feel you come all over me.. " He stepped closer to John's still human form. "Please."

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