The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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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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"It's okay pet..." John moved onto his knees and stroked Sherlock's face, tilting the vampire's face up.

"I still need to come. Do you think you can lay on your back for me so I can come all over your face?"

The blonde kissed him tenderly. He was going to come all over his pet and then clean them both up, and then sleep.

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Sherlock sniffled, he hadn't even realized that he had been crying, he was so upset at himself for forgetting to take care of Sir before himself. He rubbed at his slightly red and puffy eyes, then laid back on his back. The come that was on him was already starting to get sticky and dry and crusty, and he stuck a bit to the sheets because of the large amount his Sir had left on his back.

He spread his arms and legs out wide, closed his eyes and opened his mouth, ready for his Sir's piss or come or whatever he wanted to do with him.

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John straddled his chest and stroked his cheek. "Good boy. I'm so very proud of you. Yes." He began to stroke himself. The mere sight of Sherlock offering himself up... Knowing he could do anything to the vampire. But it went both ways. He would the vampire do anything to him.

If Sherlock wanted him mounted by beasts, he would get on his knees. It was filthy, but he loved it. And wanted it all.

John groaned as he started to climax, pumping seed all over Sherlock's face and neck and torso. He made sure he covered the vampire.

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"Nnnng." While his length did give a sympathetic twitch, he was way too far gone to even remotely get hard. It would be quite a while for that. He wiggled, preening under Sir's praise. It caused the plug in his arse to hit his prostate and he groaned, but still he was soft and spent.

His eyes were still closed, but he early opened his mouth for his Sir. He could feel the hot seed spilling into his mouth, all over his face, even his closed eyes, in his hair and down his neck, over his chest, over his nipples and in his clavicle. It seemed to never end, even though he had just come a short time before, he still covered his pet in himself. Sherlock groaned and wiggled around, trying to spread it everywhere he could.

He was totally debauched. There was not a part of him that didn't have demonseed on it, and he loved it, He wanted to be filthy for his Sir, cover in him, marked as his, come on and peed on so no one would ever doubt whose he was.

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John stared at Sherlock for a moment before putting the head of his cock in that wide open mouth. "I hope you know how to swallow pet." He said.

The blonde relaxed and started to piss into Sherlock's mouth. He promised the vampire everything. And he would give him everything. Every drop of himself. The vampire had his blood. And his semen. Now his piss. All of it. Just as he would take all of the vampire.

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Since his mouth was full, he couldn't answer, he just nodded his head slightly, which even that was hard, with that gigantic head inside of his mouth, filling him up again.

The first squirt was a bit of a shock. He had actually never drank it before. It was very warm, even warmer than the demon's body. It was strong and acidic and tangy.

And it was wonderful. He used his tongue to flick at the glans, and he swallowed almost every little bit of it eagerly. A little trickled out the side, as there seemed to be almost as much piss as there was come. He should have expected that, Sherlock thought.

He drank it down, trying to lick and suck at his Sir at the same time, to make it feel as good as he could for him.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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."

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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."

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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."