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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John shifted a bit and into Sherlock's lap. He smiled and cupped his mate's face in his hands. "Have I told you lately how gorgeous you are?"

He leaned in to kiss him and smiled as he pulled back. "I did promise a romp in the sheets."

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Sherlock rocked up into the man in his lap, groaning softly.

"If you stay in my lap and keep kissing me like that, I don't think I'll make it to the bedroom, or the sheets." He rumbled. Of course they couldn't do anything out here, there was always the chance that William would wake up.

But John was certainly making it hard (literally in some ways) to move off the couch.

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John laughed and then pulled back. "Alright alright." He got off Sherlock's lap and grinned at his mate.

"Come on darling. Let's go to bed." He held out his hand to Sherlock.

John wanted this. Wanted him. He wanted forever with Sherlock and he knew this was it.

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Sherlock groaned slightly. They couldn't do anything out there, but that didn't mean that he didn't want to, or that he wanted John off his lap.

He took his mates hand and let John lead him to the bedroom. He closed the door and locked it- better safe than sorry- and then looked at John, who was already lounging on the bed, striking a rather sexy pose.

"We need to get you out of those clothes, first." He insisted. He had no idea what John was in the mood for, to be more dominant or submissive (they switched very often), so he looked for clues in his body language.

"Or do you just want to drink from me like I am, first?" He asked with a smile.

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John rose onto his knees and stared at his mate. He took in every part of him and then licked his lips.

What did he want?

He wasn't sure. But he did know that he wanted Sherlock. He always wanted his mate.

"Why don't we get our clothes off and see where the night takes us." He suggested with a wicked grin. He started to unbutton his shirt.

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A quick nod, and Sherlock was also working on his clothes. The shirt was unbuttoned quickly, and he pulled the plain white tshirt he had on under it off and over his head.

His shoes and socks went next, and the slowed down after that, making a bit of a show about pulling down his trousers and rubbing the half hard cock in his pants before they went as well.

"Mmm. " He said, as John shed the last of his clothes. "Much prefer you like this." He climbed onto the bed and gave John a long, deep kiss.

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John returned the kiss before he had a chance to reply. Perhaps once this babe was born, they needed to take a vacation. Where clothes were entirely optional.

He knew there were such things as nudist resorts.

He pulled back and nuzzled his mate's neck. "After this baby is born, let's take a vacation. You and I. Somewhere clothes are optional."

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Sherlock gently laid John down and laid down beside him, so their hands could wander while they kissed.

"We'd have to wait until the baby is weaned at least." He said. He hated to , but they had to be practical. "It will still be a while. Maybe your mother can watch the kids. He smiled. "Of course, a nice sunny place won't do me a lot of good, but that doesn't mean that we couldn't walk in the moonlight, naked, down a beach, maybe make love in the surf like that cheesy movie."

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He chuckled and grinned at his mate. "You're always the practical one love." John told him, "it's why I love you."

"Mum would love to watch the kids, William will be over the moon to stay with her. She spoils him. But then again so does Mycroft."

He made sure Sherlock was watching as he pinched his nipples. His breasts still had a softness to them still, even though he worked out regularly.

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"Well, practical in the fact that I don't want to burn and turn into a pile of ash if I'm stuck out in the sunlight." He said with a grin. It was a morbid thought, but he did have to be practical about that at least. He wouldn't die right away, but it would be very painful and he wouldn't last more than an hour in the sun, and only that long because of his Old Blood.

He chuckled. "It's interesting to see how Mycroft has softened over the years, when it comes to his grandson at least. He is a good influence on the boy, teaching him how to be a proper Vampire, even if that's only part of his blood."

His speech (and thoughts in general) stopped when John started to work at his own nipples. He hadn't forgotten why they were there, though he never minded just sitting and talking with John either, even after all these years. (all 9 of them, just a drop in the bucket for them both.)

"Mmm.. Look at you, still soft and sensual. You still have your curves from when you had William.. and now you are going to get all curvy and heavy with our child again."

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The blonde shivered and grinned. He ran his hand down his body, teasing along his belly.

"Yes I am. You love showering me with attention when I start to swell."

He wrapped a hand around his length and began to stroke himself.

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Sherlock watched the tease show with wide eyes, hardly blinking. "I love showering you with attention any time I can." He gently corrected, then ran his hands up and down John's soft but still flat belly. It still had a bit of fluff from William, he d never quite gotten back to the way he'd been before, but Sherlock didn't mind. He loved every single atom of his mate's body.

"Nnng.." He resisted the urge to stroke himself as well. He kept his hand still on John's belly while John stroke his cock. Even in his human form, it was an impressive size. Sherlock never ceased to be amazed when he watched John stroke himself to hardness, even after years.

"What.. do you want to do with that?" He asked, his voice low. He knew what he was hoping to hear, but he wanted to see what kind of mood John was in. He'd do anything his lover desired.

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The blonde groaned and spread his legs. "I want you to breed me again." He told his mate.

"Over and over."

He continued to stroke himself, groaning. It felt good. To torment himself in front of Sherlock, tease and want. Make them both want and want.

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A loud groan ripped it's way from Sherlock;s throat. "You... want me to see how many times in a row I can fill you with myself?" He asked. Sherlock couldn't stop himself now. He took his own cock in his hand and used a bit of spit to lube his hand before he started to stroke in earnest. He was already rock hard, so he had to be careful and go slow.

"What is our record in one night for fucking, I wonder? Do you remember?"

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"For filling me over and over with your cock and semen?" He groaned as he thumbed the tip of his cock.

The blonde gasped and rolled his hips into his hand.

"I... Fuck. I think seven?"

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Oh, he remembered that night. William had been... 2 or 3, it was close to his birthday. They'd left him with John's mother for the weekend, and John took the weekend off and Sherlock informed Lestrade that he was not available for any reason at all.

They hadn't even gone anywhere, it had been one of those.. 'staycations' though Sherlock loathed that stupid word.

They hadn't done anything but fuck each other the whole weekend. He had no idea how John hadn't fallen pregnant then, but he hadn't. One night was John's, in his Demon form he managed to fuck Sherlock 9 times before they wee both too exhausted.

And then it was Sherlock's turn. He'd managed to bugger John 7 times before he just couldn't go on.

"You turned into a Demon and fucked me 9 times the night before." He rumbled, laying John back and then kneeling over him, rocking so their cocks aligned and rubbed against each other. "I was sore and walking wrong for a week. Even oblivious Anderson noticed, but he knew better than to ask."

Sherlock groaned at the contact between them. "And then I fucked you 7 times the next night. I think I could have gone more if you hadn't shagged me so rotten the night before."

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He chuckled and arched up, pushing their hips together.

"Oh... That was a wonderful weekend. I wonder if you can fill me eight, nine or even ten times." John groaned.

"Putting me on my hands and knees and buggering me over and over until all I know is you." He purred.

John hooked one leg around Sherlock's hip, pulling him in. Closer.

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"Nnnnnnggg..." Sherlock leaned down and whispered in John's ear, in a low, almost dangerous sounding tone. "I intend to find out."

Without any warning, he pulled away from John, and rolled the man over onto his stomach. His hands went to John's arse, pulling the cheeks apart. "I'm not even going to bother stretching you. By the time the night is over, you'll be so open from my cock that I'll be able to push inside with no resistance at all. "

He leaned his head down and licked a stripe up John's fissure, from perineum, over the puckered hole, then up to where his arse met his back.

"On your hands and knees. I want to fuck you properly."

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He gasped when he was forcibly moved. Oh. He loved it. The blonde shivered and moved onto his hands and knees at that order.

He bit his lip when he felt that tongue over himself. Oh. Oh. He shivered and rocked back.

Fuck. Yes. More.

"Sherlock... Please." He begged.

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"Please, what, John?" He teased. Sherlock wrapped his hand around his cock and held himself while he teased JOhn's hole, rubbing his head against the hole, and ALMOST pressing in, but then pulling back away.

He rubbed himself against John's arse cheeks, leaving little trails of precome glistening on his skin.

"I want to hear you say it." He almost pressed again, then pulled away a second time.

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John whined needily as he felt Sherlock tease him. Torment him. He shuddered and closed his eyes. "Please... Fuck me." He begged.

"Shove your cock in me and have me. Over and over. Please. Make it so my slutty hole doesn't close, just drips your cum."

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Like a flash of lighting, Sherlock moved. He used one hand to hold John down, and the other to guide himself as he shoved his cock inside of John- no lube, no stretching, just one quick, hard thrust. At the same time he bit down on John's neck. He knew he had to be careful about draining too much, but he had to feed.

While his fangs pierced John's neck, he rocked hard into John,. There was nothing soft or gentle about it, it was hard and sweaty and needy and desperate.

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John cried out against the pillow. Oh fuck. Oh. It hurt, the pain of being stretched open, the fangs in his neck. But he loved it, every moment of it. He shuddered.

Fuck. Oh... fuck.

He clawed at the bed, shuddering with each thrust. Each swallow. Sherlock knew how to send his pleasure higher and higher.

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"Yes... That's right... Take it.. take me!" Sherlock grunted and rocked, letting go just long enough to tell him that, then he went back to drinking from John again.

"Mmmmfff.." He licked at John's neck where it was bleeding and thrust harder and harder. He could feel the first orgasm building, growing in him, and it urged him on. He needed to take and take and fill the hole and take John fully.

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He was a mess under Sherlock, his cock was leaking and he was sobbing and gasping into the pillow. Oh fuck. Fuck. He shuddered and pushed back.

More. More.

He wanted to be wrapped in his mate. Wrapped in the smell.and embrace. Every part of him.