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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"Izual..." he said softly, looking down at William. John looked up to his mate. "What do you think?" The name sounded right for their son. But he wanted Sherlock to have a say in it as well.

"He has quite a set of lungs on him as well, and a good appetite." John told his mother. He was so proud that William was healthy and here.

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Sherlock smiled. "I like it. We will be calling him William most of the time anyways, but it sounds good." He nodded his head, and looked at Martha with a grin "I think it fits him well."

Martha looked at the sleeping child with a soft look on her face. "He looks healthy, and I can feel the Demon blood running through him." She said gently touching his face. "It isn't strong, I feel another foreign presence there, it must be the Vampire blood, but it is there. He will have a Demon form when he gets older. "

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He nodded and stroked those curls. "That is good to hear. But it will be interesting to see what happens when he comes of age."

John smiled at his mother. The exhaustion was clear on his face. "Dads would be shouting from the rooftops, wouldn't he?"

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Martha had a sad smile on his face. "He would have been over the moon." She sighed, and looked at the child one more time.

:"I know you need to rest. I'm sure you will want to get back to your home in London soon. I will visit when you guys have settled in a bit and have had time to get used to having a child. It is a big life change. You won't get much sleep for the next 6 months or so."

She leaned down and kissed William, and then John. "Congratulations both of you. Keep my grandchild safe." She smiled and stepped through the portal, and it disappeared.

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Soon enough they were able to go home. John laid William down in the bassinet that they had moved into their room, just until he was older...

He stared down at his sleeping son, taking in every bit of him. He smiled to himself, feeling proud that he had been able to keep the boy safe for eight months.

He rubbed a hand over his belly, mind already going to what it would be like to have another, give William a sibling. Maybe a little girl.

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Sherlock was behind John, leaning his chin on his mate's shoulder. "He didn't miss the movement that John made to his stomach. It had deflated some, but he was still rounded. And Sherlock loved it. He was actually going to slightly miss his rounded John.

"You already want another?" Sherlock asked, with a smile, and a little nibble of John's neck, since he was right there. "You want to give William a brother or sister, don't you?" It had been a long shot that he got pregnant once, it took 6 months, there was no telling if he could again. But if John wanted to, Sherlock would certainly agree to it as well.

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John shivered at the nibble and flushed. But he smiled and nodded. "Yes... I would like another. But not right now." He chuckled. Of course, they would definitely try and try...

"Being an only child is lonely." He told his mate, "I want William to have a sibling. Of course, we're going to have to practice a lot." He grinned wickedly at his mate.

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"I think you need a little time to.. heal, and we need to get used to having one child first." Sherlock smiled and nibbled again. "Mmmm.. lots and lots of practice." He licked a stripe up John's neck. Of course he wasn't in shape to do anything yet, but that doesn't mean that he couldn't tease a bit.

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John shivered at the little nibbles and then the lick. He groaned, relaxing in Sherlock's arms. Oh... His mate certainly knew how to make him want. Ache for it. And of course Sherlock was right. He knew he needed to heal.

"Will you feed from me?"

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Sherlock looked over to the bassinet in the corner of the room. William was sleeping soundly. Of course he would have no idea what was going on, but it would still be weird.

"If... you want me to." Sherlock stammered a bit. He felt a little bad teasing John now, since there was nothing he could do about it now.

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"Please." He begged softly, "Please..."

He wanted the connection with his mate, to feel wrapped up in him and and...

John turned to look at him. "Sherlock..."

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"Okay." The word was soft, almost whispered.

Gently, Sherlock guided John to sit on the bed with some pillows behind him so he could lean back and be comfortable. Button by button, Sherlock undid John's shirt, pulling it out of his trousers and off his shoulders onto the bed.

Sherlock climbed into bed, a bit awkwardly, it was hard to figure out what position would be best to do this, but he finally did. He sat for a moment, admiring the way that John's breasts had grown. They weren't huge at all, maybe A or B cups, but it was enough to feed their child.

And him.

He settled in, kissing John's breast, licking at it, at the nipple and around the areola, before finally putting his lips around the left nipple, and starting to suckle, lightly at first.

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Oh.

This had not been what he meant at all. He had meant blood. But this... He let Sherlock maneuver him and lay him down. Let his mate undress him.

John stared down at that curly head, in awe. He was amazed. Amazed that Sherlock would do this. He had only been half serious when he spoke during their last intense session before he gave birth.

But seeing it... He gasped softly when he felt those lips press against his breast, that tongue against his nipple. John groaned when those lips closed around his nipple and sucked.

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It took a few suckles for the milk to start flowing. When it did, Sherlock's eyes went wide when he first tasted it. It was almost like cow's milk, but a bit more mild, and a bit sweeter, and a bit thinner than cow's milk. He really had no idea what he was expecting, but that was not it.

And yet, it was quite nice. It was warm because of course it is John's body temperature, and John's temperature (being a demon) was higher than his. One would think that warm milk would be bad, but he found it quite comforting, and he suckled eagerly, snuggling as much in John's lap as he could.

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John let out a breath, running a hand through Sherlock's hair. He swallowed as he relaxed. "Sherlock..." he whispered, almost in awe. His mate was amazing. Wonderful.

He closed his eyes. This was probably taboo somewhere. But he didn't care. Their relationship was no one's business.

They had promised... Them against the world.

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Sherlock could feel himself falling, regressing. He knew he shouldn't his brain was trying to resist, but he was in John's arms, and John was whispering to him and running his hand through his hair and he was curled up as best he could in John's lap, drinking from him.

It was all too much.. "Mommy..." He whispered, the last little bit of his brain that was in the present hoping that John wouldn't mind.

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John's breath caught and he couldn't prevent the tightening of his trousers. Christ. How was that so erotic?

"My good boy." He whispered, "Drinking all of Mummy's milk." John knew Sherlock loved the praise. "You need to drink it all so you grow big and strong."

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"Mmmm.. Mummy...." He said his voice soft and child like. He wiggled in John's lap, trying to get at close as he could to Mummy, gently laying his hands on John's bare chest. He was so happy with himself, Mummy called him a good boy. He wanted to be big and strong and make his Mummy proud.

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John continued stroking his hair and praising him as he drank. He didn't stop his mate until no more milk came.

"Good boy. You drank all of Mummy's milk." He cooed. John ran his other hand over Sherlock's back.

"I'm so proud of you."

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Sherlock made a little groan of disappointment when the milk ran dry. He suckled for a couple of moments more, then he pulled off with a little pop. There was milk dribbling from the sides of his mouth, and he licked his lips. He was sated and a bit milk drunk, deep under and happy.

He smiled at the praise, but he was too far under, and he couldn't speak, so he just made a soft noise of contentment. Mummy was proud of him, and that was all that matters. He beamed with happiness.

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John kissed his head and maneuvered them so Sherlock was curled up on their bed. "Take a nap my sweet boy. Mummy will check on you in a little bit."

He slipped off the bed and pulled the covers over Sherlock's prone form.

That had been unexpected. But they trusted each other with all that they were.

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"Okay, Mummy... Love you.." His voice was low and sleepy. Sherlock snuggled up into the sheets and was asleep in just a few minutes.

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John dressed and then checked on William, who was fast asleep. He turned on the baby monitor and went into the kitchen and living room. He would make some tea and then check his emails.

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Wakefulness came slowly to Sherlock. For a few moments, he wasn't sure where he was or what he was doing.

Then he remembered, he had drank from John, and it had regressed him. He hadn't intended it to happen, but it had.

And it had been wonderful.

He got up and stretched, then padded over to William. He was awake but not crying yet.

"Come on, love. Let's get you up and fed." He held William close and padded down the hallway. He heard John in the kitchen. He walked in and kissed his mate softly on the cheek. "Thank you, love. That was.. amazing. I didn't mean to, though. I am sorry that happened so quickly."

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John turned when he heard movement. God what a gorgeous sight, his mate holding their son. It made warmth bloom in his heart. How had he gotten so lucky?

He returned the kiss. "It's alright. Though I had meant blood. But that was a wonderful experience. Thank you for trusting me with it."

He took William and kissed his forehead. He was sure the babe was hungry. He pulled his shirt up and brought their son to the breast Sherlock hadn't drunk from.