Fifteen: Quite A While Down The Road

This day was finally here as Mary was in this hospital bed and Eve was holding her hand, telling her to relax as she was panting, in overly practiced breaths. "I love you, baby. Come on," and the doctor ordered her to push.

She screamed in agony as she obeyed and she regretted this at the moment…

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"Oh! Look Mary, I told you," Eve said as her baby boy was handed to her and he was looking at her in curiosity, it seemed. "He's adorable," as she kissed Mary's sweaty forehead. But she didn't care that Mary had been sweating, she loved her either way.

"I know," Mary whispered as she placed a kiss to Ivan's forehead as well. Eve stroked his cheek as she made Mary look to her.

"I love you," she assured the blond.

"I love you, too," she said and Eve bent to kiss her. But then she got an idea and Mary scooted over as Eve climbed in bed with her. Now she did kiss Mary, fully and it was slow as Ivan giggled.

Mary chuckled as their lips separated and they looked to Ivan, then each other and smiled. The doctor walked in and was confused as to why Eve was in Mary's bed, but he shook it off, telling her the usual stuff.

Like how long she had to stay here before she could take the baby home as well as herself. Eve stayed because she had nothing else to do, and Mary had leave for three more weeks, which gave them two together with the baby and they were excited.

But suddenly Eve said she had something she had to do. Mary questioned, but all she would say was that Mary would love it when she came back. Mary accepted that answer as she held her son in her arms. She rocked him lightly as he was mouthing at her gown.

She laughed lightly as she knew what he wanted…

John's palms were sweating as he listened to the people in the crowd and they were mostly talking about how adorable Aveen was. Especially as she skipped down the dirt path and rose petals were spread about in the grass as well as the dirt.

Both John and Sherlock only smiled as they linked arms and Sherlock lead him down the path. John looked about them and saw that they had definitely chosen the perfect place for an outdoor wedding. There were flowers and a field was behind them.

Aveen was grinning as the nine year old saw them approach the little gazebo. It was quite small, but it was beautiful, and so was Sherlock in that suit. With half his hair slicked back and that smile plastered to his face.

John was going to wipe that off later and replace it… never mind. That was for later. But Sherlock was eying John as well, and he had to say, the suit accented a lot, and it was sexy… and then there was the words they had to deal with before they could say their own.

Their vows, God, John knew how to make someone cry. And Sherlock was right there behind him, and I'm pretty sure the crowd was balling. But Aveen was just smirking as they finished and more boring words filled the air.

Sherlock wasn't even listening as he was staring into those beautiful blue eyes. The only words he heard were, "You may kiss the groom," and kiss he did. It was slow and elegant, but tongue was added as well. This kiss was one to be savoured, and John loved it as his tongue tangled into Sherlock's and they finally pulled apart and let the sound consume them.

Everyone was clapping, cheering an whistling, even. They couldn't help the blush that creeped over their faces as everyone left their chairs and regrouped at the other tables outside that Mrs. Hudson had helped John organize.

He was glad she had helped now, this was brilliant and he couldn't help but feel he owed her. And that was when John noticed, when Sherlock sat down and he heard that jingle. He thought Sherlock had stopped wearing them.

"Wha-!?" Sherlock was confused as John dug into his shirt, loosening his tie and everything. He brought out his dog tags and smiled.

"I thought you weren't wearing these anymore?" he questioned as he smirked up at Sherlock sitting beside him.

"Well," he tried to come up with an explanation, but he simply shoved them back down his shirt and fixed the buttons and things as everyone laughed. But John thought it was adorable and told Sherlock so before he kissed him again.

Everyone else broke out in, "AAAAWWW!" and they blushed harder. John was a scarlet as Aveen sat in his lap.

"This is awesome!" she cheered as she kissed John on the cheek and Sherlock was next as she tackled him and he fell out of his chair and was laughing when she kissed both his cheeks. "I love you, Daddy!" she said, knowing it would sound cute to everyone else. And she was right as they all laughed and most did the "Aw!" thing again.

John just laughed, pulling Sherlock back to his chair as the toasts began and it fell silent. A lot of people had something pretty to say and it almost had John crying, but he held fast as Sherlock rolled his eyes.

John laughed and then the music started and his ears perked up as he recognized that tune. It wasn't very wedding-like, but John knew why it was playing and he smiled as he took Sherlock's hand. "Lead me, I have no idea what I'm doing," he ordered and Sherlock grinned, leading John in a dance to a very strangely romantic song.

"Not like I haven't heard that before," he smirked and grabbed John's waist with one hand, and John's hand in his other.

"Sh, down boy," he swatted at Sherlock's arse and Sherlock smiled, bending and kissing John on the cheek.

Despite the lies that you're making, your love is mine for the taking… Yes, very strange song to dance to, indeed. But no one seemed to care as they watched Sherlock and John unfold into dance in the grass and flowers.

This day was completely perfect, and nothing would change that. John was happy and Sherlock was finally content with life, and Aveen? She was happier than everyone else but the grooms of course, and it was fantastic…

"Eve," Mary was delighted when she appeared again, "what have you been up to?" noticing the smallest of bags in Eve's hand.

"Nothing, just um," she sat beside Mary again in the chair as she dug to the bottom of the bag and looking Mary in the eye, brought the little blue box. "I figured I should do this, since I've been wanting to."

And she opened the box, "Mary Morstan, I wish that you would take my hand in marriage, and stay with me for all of eternity?" and she revealed a beautiful small gold band that had one diamond sticking out from it, as well as two on either side.

"I…" Mary was breathless as even Ivan had stopped and stared at the jewels. What Eve was asking, she meant. For all of eternity, as Vampires live for a far longer time than humans. It wasn't really eternity, but it would feel like it.

Mary swallowed as Eve started to get nervous and impatient. "Mary?" she almost had tears.

"I…" she didn't know what to say. Last time someone had asked her to marry them, they dumped her for another man. So what was she supposed to say? You know what? Fuck it, Mary loves this woman to pieces and vice versa. If she leaves her, there will be hell to pay.

And, "Yes, I will," she agreed and Eve finally smiled and placed the ring on her finger before climbing into bed with her again.

"Can I sleep her tonight?" Eve asked, as she didn't want to be alone tonight, or have her back aching from leaning over Mary's stomach.

"Of course," Mary assured her and sealed it with a kiss…

Sherlock was determined to make John cum his brains out tonight, as Aveen was staying with Mrs. Hudson in her flat and she assured them Aveen wouldn't hear a thing. They trusted her, too, so they headed straight to their bedroom.

And by the way, just because they were married, doesn't mean they want to leave the flat. It was a nice place and John would hate to see Mrs. Hudson get upset because they left. So they decided they would stay here.

Anyway, Sherlock drug John to their room and slammed the door with John pushed into it. "Sherlock," he panted as Sherlock was already on John's suit. "Slow down, Jesus," he breathed and Sherlock chuckled.

"I don't want to," he complained as John stared at him, and his eyes went wider when Sherlock started talking dirty to him. "I want to rip your clothes off and watch them scatter and fill the floor as your cock fills my hand. And I want to tease you as I sink to my knees and," John stopped him with wild kisses.

They fell onto the bed as Sherlock was on John's clothes once more. John then started talking to Sherlock, telling him that he wants to, "Tease you with my tongue and teeth until you beg for me to fuck you. I want my fingers to bring you so close that when I finally push myself into you, you scream my name and beg me to fuck you harder and faster…" he nipped at Sherlock's ear as he felt fangs on his neck. Oh yes.

Sherlock wanted to bite, but held off as he simply teased John with his teeth. He ripped John's clothes from him and noticed that with each things that floated to the floor, his followed and he loved the way their suits decorated the floor and not them anymore. All that was left was their pants, and John was palming Sherlock through said pants.

Sherlock was whimpering as he really wanted to bite, but he couldn't, not just yet. He would wait, until John was close… and right now, they were nowhere near close enough. They were heavily aroused, yes, but they were ready for so much more than just this.

John slipped Sherlock's pants from his hips as he sunk to his knees on the floor as Sherlock was sitting on the edge of the bed still. He watched John with wide eyes as he teased and Sherlock let moans escape his lips as he was shaking in anticipation of what John would do to him.

He was nipping and left a love mark before his mouth softened to kisses along Sherlock's thighs and Sherlock opened his eyes for a brief moment, only see John engulf half of him and he clamped the shut again as a moan erupted from his chest and turned to growl. His hands were groping at John's hair as pulled and John was only encouraged to take Sherlock deeper.

Sherlock whimpered as he could feel himself at the back of John's throat and he wanted to return the favor so badly. John saw this as he pulled off and kissed Sherlock's head and sat about his lap. "Sherlock," he whispered to his lover as he was panting in his ear.

"John?" he asked as he reached to touch John's cock, but John smack his hands away.

"You like my dog tags? I'll treat you like a proper soldier," he purred. And suddenly the captain voice found his own and he ordered, "On your knees, soldier," he stood and Sherlock automatically snapped on was on his knees before he knew he was following orders. He wanted this to happen anyway.

Sherlock teased and hummed in approval when John's fingers were carded through his curls and pushed him closer. But Sherlock nipped and with those fangs... they were only making it worse and John wanted that pretty mouth on him, now!

Sherlock finally took John's head and sucked lightly and gently, so he didn't cut John. He had only done this thrice before, despite what he liked to do to John. Usually John took control and did whatever he wanted to Sherlock.

And tonight was only slightly different as Sherlock knew the even though John had control, he would be the one to be taking advantage of John. Besides, it's been a while since John had a good fucking. He needed to learn how it feels once more.

So even though, he was on his knees, he knew what was going to happen and he smirked at it as he took John as deep as possible. Which actually, was pretty deep, considering how big John was. But Sherlock always loved that John was bigger than average. It gave him more pleasure thinking that people would be jealous if they knew.

Only if they knew. But they never will, not if Sherlock had anything to say about it. And right now, he had nothing to say as he deep throated his husband, and hummed against his cock, making him shiver and let out a moan.

Sherlock was pleased as he swallowed, encouraging John to come closer to the edge. But he stayed where he was as the games Sherlock loved to play were pleasureful, yet he wanted more. And when Sherlock pulled off and nipped at him in every place, he looked down at the man on his knees.

He smiled and stroked his fingers through those curls as Sherlock bit down and this was new. His fangs sunk into John's thigh as the blood tried to escape, but only hit Sherlock's tongue and he moaned. John twitched at that deep moan that said that Sherlock was enjoying this.

But he almost collapsed as Sherlock was there and John's hands went to his shoulders, holding the soldier on his feet. But as Sherlock licked up the last of the amount of blood he desired, he scooped John from his feet and soon he was straddling Sherlock on their bed before he knew any better.

Sherlock's hand was filled with John's member as he purred in John's ear, "You look so cute when I tease you," he licked at his ear and his neck before he heard a growl in his own ear.

"Shut up, Sherlock," and he pushed the Vampire to the pillows and bent over him, leaving temporary marks and settled on the base of Sherlock's neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave a bruise for sure. Sherlock moaned as his hips bucked from the covers and their cocks rubbed together and it was sensational as they both moaned.

Sherlock grabbed both of them in his hand, and John brought his own over Sherlock's threading their fingers together as they both pumped a few times and Sherlock's fingers ended in John's mouth. He kissed his fingertips before licking and sucking and soon his own fingers were digging through the drawer of the night stand.

He had the lube in hand, but Sherlock snatched it, "I don't think so," he said as he popped the cap. John whined when Sherlock took it, but he twitched when he heard the cap open and the sight of Sherlock's fingers being wet with his saliva and the lube made him want more. The more he hadn't had in so long.

Sherlock could tell he wanted it as one of his hands gripped John's hips and the other teased his entrance. John relaxed almost immediately, but Sherlock still teased John as his fingers were inside him. He chuckled when he heard John try to control his breathing and he swore when Sherlock hit that spot and the swear was followed by a moan.

John ripped Sherlock's head back by his curls and kissed all over his throat, and left another mark on the side he hadn't occupied tonight. He was pleased that this would heal in the next day, and he could whatever kind of mark he wished.

He bit down on Sherlock's neck, leaving a bruise definitely and Sherlock gasped. That actually felt really good on the other side. But John never drew blood because one, he would never, and two, he literally couldn't if he wanted to. Sherlock's skin was too thick for that, and he loved it.

He licked at the mark as Sherlock brushed over his prostate once more and he yelped which was followed by a drawn out moan when Sherlock had inserted a third finger, but pulled all of them out just as quickly as he had put the last one in.

John whined and was about to beg, when Sherlock paused and made John look him in the eye, "John," he soothed. John grunted as he loved Sherlock's voice during sex, it was always so low and sexy. "I love you," he place his palm to John's cheek and John leaned into that touch.

But he also leaned into Sherlock's cock pressing at his entrance. "I love you, too," he breathed and Sherlock rubbed against him and he gave up, "please…." And he mumbled something that sounded like Sherlock's name.

That pushed Sherlock further as he pushed his head in and John moaned lightly in the finality of this action. The hand on John's hip left and gripped his cock as he thrust slowly into the doctor who had his palms pressed so hard to Sherlock's chest he almost couldn't breathe. But he managed as he was seated into John completely and it was intoxicating how tight he was.

John's lips met Sherlock's and their tongues tangled together as they moaned against one another and John squirmed as Sherlock was almost pulled out. But the combination of John's movements and Sherlock's own made them crash together and a scream was put to John's breath.

That hit him, "Right there, Sherlock please, more…" and Sherlock obliged, thrusting faster, not any harder and, only a little faster. Each time, he hit that spot and John almost screamed each time, but he settled on moans. Sherlock's name was put to his breath many times as the favor was returned and John couldn't help getting closer with each time he heard Sherlock's voice saying his name like that.

John ran his tongue across Sherlock' lips and in turn, his felt the fangs that were still there, and he loved the feel of them on his skin, but this, this made them much more pleasureful. Sherlock caught onto this and nipped at John's tongue as he thrust up faster, "Ah! Sherlock!"

"Mmm, John," he purred and moaned at the same time. John decided he hadn't been on Sherlock like this in a long time, which means he hasn't played with Sherlock in this position in a while.

So his teeth nipped as he drifted down to Sherlock's chest and teased his nipples with licks and nips and when Sherlock hit his prostate again, he bit down and Sherlock screamed. John's teeth and him clenching around his cock was too much for him not to cry out.

He could finally feel himself getting closer and John knew he was, as his grip had faltered on his cock and now he was holding fast, and timing his thrusts with pumps and John was dripping as they both felt that wonderfully painful sensation build up.

John tightened around Sherlock as he spilled out over their chests, and Sherlock filled the soldier with himself, pleased that John came with the loudest of moans that had his name attached. But once he felt that hot sensation, he tightened and came himself, he screamed John's name as loud as he dared.

John was left panting and he was blinking his vision back when Sherlock was saying something to him. He shook his head, and tried to listen, "John," Sherlock chuckled. "Can you hear me?" he asked as he stroked John's hair from his eyes and over his forehead.

"I…" he was shaking as he pulled off of Sherlock and couldn't move as his body landed on the covers. He swallowed, and Sherlock just kept laughing. But John found that stored energy and pinned Sherlock down, kissing him until he shut the hell up.

Sherlock accepted the kisses with a grin and John wiped that off his face with a deep kiss and he could feel the fangs ascending and he almost whimpered at their loss, but he was pleased as Sherlock had stopped laughing.

He fingered his dog tags on Sherlock's chest, "I love you," he finally said. Sherlock pushed him to the sheets, "I know, I love me. too," he joked and John swatted at his arse. "I know, I love you more," he smirked and John's tags hit his chest as Sherlock lowered himself for a kiss.

But John pulled him down and cuddled into Sherlock's neck, where the love marks were already disappearing, but that bruise would take a lot longer. He kissed at all the marks he left and no matter how many times Sherlock told him they would heal, he didn't care.

Actually, he did, just not that Sherlock told him not to. He cared that he left such a mark on Sherlock's perfect skin. "John, how many times do I have to tell you, it doesn't matter?" Sherlock asked as he settled on John, cuddling into his chest.

"As many times as it takes for not to love you and care that I hurt you," he said.

"You didn't," Sherlock said bluntly. John flattened his lips at this and simply stared into those eyes he loved so much.

"We need to clean up, both ourselves and the room," John explained and Sherlock grumbled in complaint but eventually he left the bed and helped. Soon, they were under the spray of the shower, and Sherlock was teasing, shifting his weight in a way that made his body irresistible.

"John," he purred as he took John's hands in his own. John rose a brow at his husband. But Sherlock continued, "Press me against the wall," and he didn't even have to finish before Sherlock did as he was asked, but Sherlock was on his back as John was on his knees.

This wasn't exactly what Sherlock had in mind, but um, okay. And John was mumbling something he strained to listen to, "I took advantage of you, now it's your turn," he explained as he relaxed and Sherlock's cock was down his throat and he realized what John wanted him to do.

He didn't really want to hurt John, but if he was willing to let Sherlock do this, he would take advantage. He cupped John's cheek and tried his best not to just pound into John's throat right then and there as John moved with him, knowing Sherlock couldn't just take full advantage.

He swallowed, encouraging the precum to drip and when it did, he was pleased and he hummed to show so. Sherlock let out a strangled moan as John's name was there, too. John gripped Sherlock's bollocks lightly and coaxed Sherlock to cum for him.

Sherlock's hands gripped John's shoulders as he couldn't hold on much longer with John swallowing like that. He ripped through another orgasm and he fell to his own knees. John swallowed all he was given as he gripped Sherlock's shoulders, bringing him closer.

The water made it hard for Sherlock to breath as he panted out breaths and John just mumbled those three words over and over in his ear and he finally calmed, smiling that John could still make him feel that good. And he then grinned at the fact that he had done the same to John.

He had literally made John speechless, and now John had done the same to him. It was fantastic. Sherlock whispered his three favourite words in John's ear as they both stood once more. John's fingers had mercy as he scrubbed shampoo into Sherlock's scalp and he smiled…

"Eve, how much did this cost?" she asked as Eve settled beside her and she eyed the ring.

"Not as much as my love for you does, it's fine," she assured her and Mary blushed as well as eyed Eve. She wasn't sure exactly what this ring costs, but it had to be expensive, as it was beautiful. "Besides, it only reflects a fraction of the beauty of the finger it is placed about," Eve smiled and Mary kissed her, being careful of Ivan, of course.

Mary did know Eve could be poetic, but she still loved it each time she said something like that. it was always impressive and always a compliment. Eve grinned as she kept staring at the woman she couldn't rip her eyed from. Those lovely green and vibrant eyes all the way down to the baby she had in her arms.

Ivan was a part of her and he was just as adorable as she was, and Eve adored both of them. What choice did she have but to love every part of Mary? And that included Ivan. But as she settled in the bed, Mary noticed they were all tired and Eve had placed Ivan in the doctor's hands as he had come back in.

But after Ivan was gone for the night, Eve snuggled into Mary's chest and they fell asleep, both exhausted from the day's events…

"John," Sherlock asked when they settled in their bed once again. John hummed against Sherlock's chest as he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore, but he was still awake. "Do you think anyone heard us?" he asked.

John chuckled, "Honestly, I hope not. But if they did, then at least they know I'm yours…" he said as he couldn't hold his presence anymore, and he drifted off into a deep sleep.

Sherlock smiled as he stroked John's blond hair, "Of course you are, as I am yours, love," and he kissed John's forehead, falling asleep under his favourite blond…

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That very next morning they woke to having Aveen on the bed, in between their legs, jumping up and down and yelling at them to, "Get up!" John woke in a hurry and snatched her from the foot of the bed.

"Would you quiet down?" he asked, but smiled and Sherlock just rolled over, pulling the sheets with him.

He let go and she slinked to the doorway, "Please get up? I want to go to school, I'm bored," she complained. John looked at the clock and sighed. They all had to get up, as John has work and he was sure Sherlock would have a case before the day's out.

Which reminds me, the one I left a cliffhanger. Would you like to know how it ended? It was quite interesting. But oh, look at the time, there isn't enough. I guess you'll just have to wait. Chao!

Mwahahaha! Now you have to wait until the next update to know what happened... But do please leave reviews.