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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There wasn't as much as normal, due to the fact that he was using the bathroom so frequently because their child was pressed against his bladder.

John pulled out when he was finished and grinned.

"Good boy pet. Now do you want to ride your new friend again? Or should I put you on your knees and shove my cock in your wrecked hole?"

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When John grinned, Sherlock grinned as well. He was a good boy and Sir was proud of him. He licked his lips, tasting come and piss and sweat.

It was perfect.

There was never any doubt what Sherlock wanted to do. He would always ALWAYS choose John over any other choice he was given.

"I... w-w-want... Sir.. to.. u-use me..." He managed to stammer out. He was on another plane, some heady mix of pain and pleasure and over stimulation driving him deep into a place where it was hard to get out of. He was honestly surprised he could even speak.

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John nodded. "On the floor pet." He ordered. Once the instructions had been obeyed, he carefully went to his knees behind Sherlock. He ran his hands over the globes of that gorgeous arse and then spread the cheeks.

"Look how open you are..." he purred, "I bet if I wanted I could put my fist in you. Or you could take three cocks. I do love seeing you stuffed so much. So full."

He didn't wait for an answer before positioning himself and pushing in. John gasped and then began to thrust in and out.

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Sherlock grunted and strained past the knot, which came out with a slurping pop. The rest of the dildo slipped out rather easily, in a loud, messy slurping nose and a rush of lube- Sherlock had used most of one small container just to get it inside of him.

When he tried to stand, he found that he couldn't and he fell to his knees anyways. His legs were weak, his arse was still leaking more lube.

"Mmmgggg.." Sherlock couldn't speak any more. He was too deep, too lost. He could feel how open and leaking he was. He heard John, but he couldn't respond, just a soft nod. He was a mess, covered in come and lube, and full of come and lube and piss in his mouth and throat and stomach.

He could feel John press inside of him, and he was so wide open and full of lube that John just slipped inside with almost no resistance of all.

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"Oh fuck pet. You're so open. So easy for me to slide right in. Should I keep that dildo in you all the time? So I can fuck you whenever I want?"

John slammed in and out of Sherlock, gasping. He was close, he could feel it. He wasn't ashamed of how his mate made him feel.

He shoved in and gasped when he reached his climax. He pulled out once Sherlock's hole was filled and let his semen pour over his mate's back, coating him.

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As much as Sherlock would like to be open all the time so that John could shove that Demon cock in him whenever he wanted, but he was pretty sure that he couldn't have that cock in himself all the time.. it was just too big.

All Sherlock could do was grunt in response while John fucked him hard and fast. It didn't take his Sir long before he was filling his arse with so much come it was leaking out, mixed with the lube that was already there. He moaned and let himself be thrust around while John fucked and filled him.

"Nnnnnn..." Sherlock whimpered, almost crying out when John pulled out. He'd been so full of his Sir, and how he was empty once again. He could feel the hot come hitting his back, ropes and ropes of it, John seemed to have massive amounts of his seed, and it was all over very single part of him now.

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"Stay just like this pet." He said as he got up. John retrieved the dragon dildo and pushed it into Sherlock. He groaned when he saw more of his come leak out. Oh god.

He got up and went to retrieve a cloth to clean his mate up. But he wanted to see him squirm for a bit.

He was so lucky. John rubbed his belly, smiling.

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Of course, Sherlock did what he was told. He stayed on his hands and knees, leaking come out of his arse and covered with come on every part of him. He hissed in a sudden shock of pain when the dragon dildo was pushed back into him- he hadn't been expecting it. His cock gave a little twitch.

He was filled again, most of the come that had been inside of him was pushed out, there was simply no room. But it was enough of a lube to get it inside, even the knot, which spread him wide then popped inside. The rest slid in easily.

He was floating, flying, out of body. He'd been fucked and pissed on and stretched twice. His body shook softly, he was almost beyond pain or pleasure, he was just... THERE

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John returned to his mate's side and slowly began to clean off his face. "You've done so well pet. Taking everything I can give you." He praised, "As soon as our child is born, you'll taste my milk. And then you'll know what all of me tastes like."

He pulled back and smiled. "Let's get you in the tub and cleaned up."

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"Nnnnggff.." Sherlock beamed at the praise. He wanted to be a good boy.. a good pet. He wanted to please Sir. And he had done a good job. He was over the moon.

"Mmmm..." Sherlock wanted nothing more than to taste his milk, drink from his teat, it would make it complete, he would know ever single taste of John. He couldn't wait until this child was born, so he would be able to suckle and taste.

He nodded his head, but he wasn't really sure that he could stand, especially with that giant dildo deep inside his arse.

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John carefully helped Sherlock up and walked with him to the bathroom. He eased the man into the tub and took the nozzle off the stand. He turned the water on and began to rinse Sherlock off. He loved these moments. Caring for his mate.

He smiled and urged Sherlock to turn over. He carefully pulled the dildo out before positioning the shower head at Sherlock's hole to clean his seed and the lube out.

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Sherlock had to lean heavily on John. His legs were shaky and sore and weak. He sighed with relief when he sank into the tub and the hot water started to wash over him. It felt good on well used muscles. He tried not to move too much, every movement made the huge dildo in his arse shift and hit his prostate again.

He grunted when the dildo was pulled out. A rush of come and lube came with his, and he sighed again,. his poor used hole was still stretched, but it started to relax with the hot water relaxing the muscles of his entrance.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." It was a long, releasing sort of sigh.

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John finished cleaning him and smiled. "I can't carry you love. Can you walk to the bed?" He asked softly.

His doctor would be quite unhappy he knew he was carrying the vampire. He rubbed his belly as their child kicked. He winced a bit. They definitely had Sherlock's strength.

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"J-just... l--let me lean on you J-j-ohn.." He says after the cleaning. He felt much better, cleaned and relaxed, but still sore and wring out and sore and very, very happy.

He used John to lean on while he got up, and John dried him off a bit. He limped a bit towards the bed and laid down with another long sigh. It felt great to lay down, and he almost immediately started to feel sleep take over him. He blinked slowly and with the last of his effort, pulled the covers up over himself.

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John smiled once Sherlock was nestled in the bed. He cleaned up and redressed.

He went back out to the living room to make himself some tea and watch the telly.

He settled back on the couch, letting out a sigh. This was far more comfortable than their old one. He propped his feet up and let himself be distracted by the telly.

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Somewhere deep in his mind, he wanted to ask John to stay, at least until he fell asleep, but he was already so far gone, he couldn't do more than just moan softly, and shut his eyes.

He was asleep in less than a minute after John gently laid him down in bed. He slept, deep and dreamless, a soft smile on his face.

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Everyone was surprised when John made it to the eight month of his pregnancy. He was sitting on the couch, his feet propped up, chatting with his mother. She was visiting while Sherlock had run to the Yard for some cold case files.

He paused when he felt something twinge. What? He smiled at Martha. "Just a rough kick. This little one is strong." He laughed.

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Since that night (and the subsequent three days of soreness when it was hard to walk) they had been pretty quiet and vanilla when it came to anything sexual. The longer John went on, the more nervous and afraid Sherlock was to do anything to cause any issues with the baby or cause it to be born early.

When they hit the 8th month (that was only 2 days ago) they were both ecstatic. So Sherlock was pissed when Graham called him to come get some cold cases that he could work on while they waited for the baby to be born. Gavin could have dropped it off, but he said that he was busy, so Sherlock told John that he would be back in less than an hour, don't have the baby, and he loved him.

And then he was off to New Scotland Yard.

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John paused and swallowed. "Mum, you need to find Sherlock. Now." He said. He was not having this child without his mate present. No. He refused.

He got up, keeping a hand on his belly. It seemed to sit lower than it had last time he got up.

The Holmes-Watson child was coming.

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"Do you know where could be?" She asked, worry suddenly in her voice. She could tell the strain in her son's voice, and it was easy to understand why.

"You need to get to the healer." She told him, in no uncertain terms. "I will find him and bring him to you. Use that stone. NOW."

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"He's somewhere between here and Scotland Yard." He told her, "More than likely in Detective Inspector Lestrade's office."

John fumbled for the stone and rubbed his fingers over it, feeling it warm in his hand. "E'oelo..." he said.

This was happening. Their child was coming.

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His mother said no more. She hung up as she heard him say the phrase.

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The healer was in his normal shop, putting together a concoction for a Demon with a broken wing when he heard the word spoken, a word that he thought he'd hear much earlier than this.

Immediately, he opened the portal and John came stumbling through, hold his belly, obviously in distress. The Demon took John's hand and led him to a back room- in human terms it would have looked somewhat like a hospital room, but the table was stone and the items around it were for the most part, decidely not human.

"Lay down. I need to see how far along you are." He helped John up onto the flat stone table, then used his magic to float it to the right height for him to examine John.

"Oh my, You are already at 5cm dilated. You are in active labor."

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John let out a breath as the healer helped him into the room and then onto the stone. He laid back and took a breath before another shot of pain coursed through him.

"Fuck." He gasped. That hurt. Women were amazing, he decided, to do this over and over.

He raised himself up on his elbows and looked at Cagnazzo. "Yes, thank you for the obvious." He had always been polite to the doctor, but not right now...

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Cagnazzo didn't take any offense to it. He gave John a pillow under his head and gently maneuvered John's legs up into two stone stirrups that he created, giving the healer access between John's legs. The discarded trousers and pants were on the floor, forgotten for the moment.

"Does your mate know? Someone needs to find him and bring him here. I can dispatch one of my workers if you can give them an idea of where he might be." He said all of this while he was making another concoction in his mortal and pestle. "I am making you something to take for the pain. It won't hurt the baby.

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"I was on the phone with my mother. She went to find him. Hopefully she has him now." John answered. God he hoped his mother found Sherlock. His mate needed to be here. Now. Now. He cried out as another contraction hit. Oh. He was going to murder Sherlock. Messily.

He wasn't ashamed of his nudity. He was about to give birth.

"Okay..." he nodded. He knew the healer wouldn't hurt him or the child.