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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 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."

He shivered as he watched and listened to Sherlock. Oh god... He moaned.

He wanted to shift. But he couldn't... he didn't want to risk it. John shook his head and rocked his hips.

"Sh... Sherlock..."

Sherlock started to push his fingers harder and faster in and out of his arse, groaning and rocking with each push..

No.. he had to stop.. he was going to come like this.. He pulled his fingers out of himself and grabbed the dildo, thrusting it hard and fast inside of himself without any other preparation. It hurt, but it was perfect.

He leaned forward, his lips were almost touching John's cock while he stroked. "Ohhh. please John. He begged. "Please come on me. Mark me. Make me yours, I want to be owned by you. I want to be your slave, your good boy.. you fucktoy.. anything for you.."

"I promise in a few months... I will do just that. You'll be my good boy, I'll fuck you and fill you. I want to ride you so bad."

He squeezed his cock. "Do you want me to come all over your face?"

"P-p-please... Ohhh... fuckk.. John..." He thrust the dildo hard and fast inside of him, It burnt, because he hadn't stretched himself enough, but he didn't care right now. He was DESPERATE to come. desperate to be come on.

Fuck, he wanted John's Demon cock.. his balls have so much come, he would be drenched in come- marked. He would never totally get the scent off of him, he would always smell like John.

"Johnnnnn...." He was so close, right at the edge, he needed just a little bit more...

John couldn't... He cried out and jerked his hips forward as he reached his climax. He knew he came all over Sherlock's face. Seeing his mate give in and just be... Desperate.

He leaned back, putting a hand on his belly as he started to come down from the high.

"Ahhhh..." Sherlock opened his mouth after the first spurt of come hit him on the lips. He moved his head around, making sure that his face was covered and dripping. Even as a human, John had a good load, moreso because it had been a while since either of them had gotten off..

"Nnng.. Jooooohnnn!" One more thrust was enough to do him in, and he was coming on the sheets, since he was bent over the bed to get close to John's cock. He hadn't even needed to touch himself- he came untouched from John's words and actions.

And the large dildo inside of him as well.

He leaned back, gasping. "Oh... Sherlock... I can't wait to be inside of you, feel you inside me, pounding away."

John carefully eased himself up and went to get a flannel to clean both of them up.

Sherlock rolled onto his back and collapsed onto the bed, away from the spot he'd just made. He let John clean himself first and then wiped himself down.

"Damnit, John, I want you to fuck me so badly. It feels like it's been forever, and it's only been 6 months." He took a moment to catch his breath, then sat up ad kissed John, his come still on his lips.

John returned the kiss and smiled. "Only a few more months. We can last. As long as we have healthy, wonderful babies." He sat back against the headboard.

He rubbed his belly, noticing how his breasts touched the top of his belly. "God. I'm fucking huge."

"We will have healthy babies because you are a wonderful father who takes care of his kids, born and unborn." He kissed John again.

"I love your breasts, and your belly. You have two of our babies growing inside of you. Of course you are going to be huge.. I want you to be huge.That is healthy, and you are the sexiest thing that I have ever seen."

John stared at his mate and then smiled. He ran a hand over his belly again. "Too bad you can't keep me knocked up all the time." He laughed.

"Knowing you fucked me hard enough and long enough to put a baby in me." He couldn't help but tease gently along his breasts.

"Well, I can keep trying, can't I? There are ways to make sure that I can keep going...." He said, lowering his voice and giving John a long, sensual kiss.

"Would you.. actually want to be pregnant again?" He asked, seriously. "You know that I would fuck you any time that you wanted, John. Just ask, and I would give you the moon and the stars, if I could."

"Earlier today... Greg asked if we were going to have more, especially since the house is big enough." He told Sherlock.

"Maybe... I wouldn't mind another." He admitted to his mate.

John smiled shyly at him and put his mate's hand on his expanded belly.

The kids were quiet this time, no kicking, but that didn't make it any less amazing that there were two children in there, growing bigger and getting ready to be born soon.

Sherlock kissed John softly, a smile on his face. "If that is what you want, my love, then that is what I shall give to you." He chuckled.

"But first, we have to get these two out of you and let you rest and heal and let us get used to having three small (and tiny) mouths to feed in a new house."

John smiled at him and touched his hand. "We should think about names..." he said after a moment.

He was finding he didn't exactly mind being pregnant, or bringing life into the world. He ran a hand over his belly, humming softly.

Names...

Shit, things had been so crazy that they hadn't even thought of names, had they? Sherlock thought with a grin.

"I am a bit stumped, to be honest." He admitted. "We could always be boring and name them after our parents." Even after 600 years as a Vampire, he still remembered his parents names- his human parents. The last link back to who he was, so many lifetimes ago.

He quickly shook those maudlin thoughts out of his head.

"But I am up for other ideas if you have better ones."

"What were your parents names?" He asked.

There were still things that he didn't know about his mate. And he was quite excited to learn things about him.

He smiled as he watched his mate. Knowing soon he would go get their eldest with that delicious dildo inside him. God he couldn't wait to fuck him. Or perhaps... An idea began to form in his mind. It would take time.

"Interestingly enough, Elizabeth and Thomas. They were common 600 years ago, and are still common now. " He chuckled, but then his smile faded. "If they had middle names, then they were lost to history, sadly. "

John had a bit of an interesting look in his eye, a strange gleam that made Sherlock curious.

"What are you thinking about, my love?" He asked with a curious smirk.

John nodded and rubbed his belly once more. Elizabeth and Thomas.

"What about Elizabeth Irene and Thomas Scott?" He suggested.

Of course, once Sherlock processed his look, he paused and grinned. "I was thinking about that dildo still buried in your tight arse. And how it will move and bump in you while you pick William up. Or the idea of getting a beast to mount you."

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