Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

John Watson's eyes gradually adapted to the darkness. There were dark clouds outside, and thunderstorms sounded from time to time. The room was dark, the windows were closed, and the curtains were tightly covered. People at night like to make their rooms like this. In the depths of a hazy silence, this time he was not as uneasy and hesitant as last time, John Watson raised his crutches and took a step forward, and then took several steps forward in the darkness, he called: "Sherlock ? Can you say something?"

John Watson vaguely heard something moving slightly in a certain corner. He turned his face towards the source of the sound. In the darkness where he could not see his fingers, John Watson heard a sound, like a piece of meat being thrown to the ground with a "snap". On the butcher's bench, there was another sound, like an eggshell cracking, and John Watson held his breath, and it was the sound of Sherlock's bare feet on the floor, as he seemed to return to his feather bed through the door.

Then there was a dead silence again, John Watson couldn't see anything, and a deep hoarse wry smile sounded in the darkness, "John? You? My brother did it? Send you little lamb into the room and put it under my nose .”

John Watson was covered in cold sweat, "No, it was the old lady of Hudson who pushed me in..." He whispered, and then a cluster of matches flashed, and John Watson was grateful for the faint light He sighed, "Sherlock...how is your injury?" Just after he finished speaking, John Watson was completely stunned.

With the help of the light lit on the candle, the dark yellow light illuminated the figure in the conductor's compartment, and he could see a pale figure sprawled under the sheet. John Watson stared blankly at Sherlock Holmes lying on the bed, his body Pale and naked, eyes closed, one hand hanging down to the ground, there is a terrible black bruise on his chest, no, that is not a bruise, and when he came closer, John Watson opened his mouth in surprise, his throat tingled I can't even utter a single word.

Sherlock's chest has been hollowed out. John Watson can only describe it in this way. At this moment, a bowl-sized wound is exposed on his originally beautiful stone chest muscles. A terrible pit has been dug out. The hole was bloody and bloody, and the broken bright red blood vessel was limply stuck to the inside of the chest cavity, still bleeding out. The wound was huge and deep, and even white bones could be seen. John Watson blinked and looked behind him Sticky red blood flowed continuously, and the thick blood slowly soaked the quilt. John Watson couldn't breathe immediately. He had never seen such a serious injury in the emergency room in his life. The wound penetrated Sherlock's back, like a stake pierced through him and then pulled out, the black hair was wet with sweat on Sherlock's forehead, sticking to his beautiful temples and temples, this hazy and pale head lay on the bed sheet Constantly moaning/groaning in pain.

For a moment John Watson thought he was dying.

Sherlock glanced at him tiredly in the candlelight and heard his heartfelt voice, "I'm not going to die, John, I'm just in some pain, no, I have to admit, it's very painful, if your heart is ripped out too You will definitely cry out in pain, and even faint from crying..."

John Watson almost ran to his bedside. "What? What the hell did you just say? Your heart..."

"Yes, my heart is not on me anymore. It was dug out by that man with his hand. His hand passed through my back from my chest. He grasped my heart tightly with the palm of his hand and pulled it out from my flesh. Pulled it out, and took a bite in front of my face, I think, now he has eaten the whole piece as an appetizer."

"Damn it... Oh!" John Watson wanted to yell, in fact, he couldn't tell whether he felt despair or relieved, Sherlock came back, he was still alive, but he was so dead , Just like a bereaved dog, seeing the large piece of lost muscle on his chest and the missing organs inside made John Watson heartbroken, and his sighs were low and sad as he sat by Sherlock's bed.

Under the dim candlelight, Sherlock seemed to be a different person, more shy and less conspicuous. His fair skin showed an unhealthy paleness. John Watson felt that it was covered with a layer of dust. Locke's behavior also seemed weak, twitching from time to time, not at all like the powerful and graceful him a few days ago.The biggest change is his eyes.In the shadow of the book, his eyes were tired, extremely tired, the dark pupil in the center of the foggy eyeball was reduced to a small pinhole, and the gray rainbow around it was whitish and faded, no longer like John Watson once saw. That kind of boldness.

"I will never turn you into a monster," Sherlock said from the bed. "I don't like it. I don't want you to die and live for centuries. Get out."

"Let me help you bandage." John Watson put down his crutches, turned his head around, trying to find the so-called medicine box, this wing room is so gorgeous, in the swinging candlelight, the beautiful details of the wing room flicker in the darkness, The high ceiling, the relief on it is as fine as lace, the wine rack has neat and elegant grooves, the black desk is rich in patterns, and there is a crystal wine jug on the round table, surrounded by delicate silver wine glasses, this splendidly decorated room There is no daily necessary medicine box inside.

"Braiding is unnecessary for me. Believe it or not, I will heal. No matter how bad the cut is, my blood will coagulate in an instant. No matter what I am, I can perform a miracle. It's just that my injury this time The pain is too heavy, and the speed of recovery is slower than before, it is as slow as you human beings, all I have left is pain," Sherlock lowered his gaze, "Get out, I can't control myself in this situation, that A dead old woman who has lived too long, her bones are turning to ashes, and she dares to fight against me! Get out John!"

After Sherlock finished speaking, the room was silent. John Watson stared at the curtains. The sound of heavy rain and thunder echoed lazily above the ground outside the window. John Watson's dark blue eyes were immersed in the shadows, staring fixedly at someone. corner.

Finally, he turned his head, his pupils met Sherlock's gaze, as if determined to fight him, "Sherlock, I don't want to go out."

Sherlock's pupils started to burn, bright red, and he looked like a hungry beast: "John... hurry up... get that wine on my wine rack..." he said wearily.

John Watson hurried over and dragged the unlabeled house wine from the shadow on the shelf. John Watson picked up the knife on the round table, cut the sealing wax, and sat on the edge of the bed. Sherlock closed his eyes tightly. John Watson picked up the bottle and poured down his throat the unpalatable cloudy wine.

Sherlock swallowed, drinking until the bottle was empty.

Frowning, John Watson took the bottle in his hand, turned it upside down, and the last drop of Sherlock's moonshine spilled out onto John Watson's white dress, which was still wet. Rain marks.

"Damn it," said John Watson, placing the empty bottle on the table. "Sherlock? Is this wine for healing? Does this wine relieve your pain?"

Sherlock was silent. He glanced at John Watson and frowned, "Not enough! Not enough! Give me another bottle!"

John Watson left him and stood up, but Sherlock grabbed his arm, trembling, and looked at him with burning eyes.John Watson licked his sandpaper-dry lips, his gray eyes were burning and deep, shooting into the depths of John Watson's heart, touching him, feeling his thoughts, evil and seductive, Seduce him, call him.

Sherlock held out his other hand, and John Watson couldn't help reaching up to take it.

Sherlock is so charming, and his words are so convincing, his dark eyes are full of longing, his hands are so cold, like hands reaching out of ice and snow, Sherlock begins to speak, his voice is full of "John... you can ease my pain... I know you can... I don't want to grab you but I can't take it, you're hot, you know? You're hot, you know ?” He said, “I want to conquer you, I want you to submit, I want you to know how strong and smart I am.”

"Sherlock?" John Watson had seen this look before, as if it was hypnotizing him at that time, dark, so deep and dark, with the ancient breath of countless years, Sherlock began to lower his head to kiss the back of his hand.

John Watson, on the other hand, carefully pushed him away, and staggered back.

He immediately closed his eyes to avoid this sight, he knew that once he fell into it, he would never be able to get out, no matter if it was Miss Adler, Jielin, or Mycroft, he had experienced the blood race before. The power of the gaze.

"Go, John." Sherlock pleaded, trembling like a fever attack, "While I am still sane, I can't last long, I am in pain, and you are so delicious, I don't even want to throw you out of the door You know I'm not an ordinary human, don't worry about me, I'll be healed when I get through it."

"How many days is it expected?"

Sherlock murmured, "I don't know... 7 days... or 10 days..."

John Watson closed his eyes tightly in front of him. He didn't know how much time had passed. Then, he made a surprising move. John Watson opened his eyes again and looked directly at him, "If I can let you Feel better, if I can help you end your suffering sooner, please... please let me help you."

"Yes, your blood will speed up my recovery, soothe my pain in an instant, and let me be relieved, but you will die! And I can't help but suck all your blood dry! To the last drop! Nothing left! I don't want to do it! I don't want to! At first I thought I was an evil man, a murderous beast, I used to think that I would only lead other people's lives to destruction, I had nothing to show , the inside has become a void, I used to be irresistible, enjoying your life like a bloodthirsty monster, I felt that I lost my soul, or that I was born without a soul at all, I wondered, I spent all day and all night I hide alone in the dark, what is it for? Is it just to suck blood? Is it only the smell of blood that can stimulate me and make me crawl out of the darkness. I will also dream like a human being, but all I dream of is death , I stay in this dark and empty train all day long, as if guarding a tomb, but only my dreams can wake me up and make me feel that my life is valuable and meaningful." Sherlock opened his eyes wide, Under the serious injury, the pupil became very small and dull, Sherlock smiled weakly, his smile can only be called a wry smile, "What I did outside was thoughtless and reckless in my brother's eyes, he thought I was keen on Destroy, explore, but it's not, I want a break, I want to rest in peace, I believe I can rest in peace, and fight for it. I'm too old, John, I've lived 170 years, I Very tired."

"Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson said that you are still very young, your ability is very powerful, and your life is very brilliant. She said that, and I agree. Although I haven't really witnessed how you fight your enemy, but You... But there is indeed a beast in your heart... I have seen it in your eyes since the first time I saw you. The beast is usually sleepy, looks indifferent and tired, but once it wakes up Come over, and it will struggle and fight desperately to survive. I think it is very powerful, Sherlock, no one can stand against you."

John Watson felt that Sherlock had restrained his hypnotic power. The oppressive magic power was hidden in Sherlock's body. Although he was ready to move, he was imprisoned by him anyway.

John Watson stood in front of him, neither approaching nor sitting down, "After that night... I mean after you hypnotized me for the first time, everything was wrong, I was waiting for you to come back these days Here, I asked myself, I asked myself over and over again, what the hell is going on? Why did you kiss me? If you said you didn't want your real identity to be exposed in front of me, but I don't understand what you did afterward What was said to me in this room, your confession that you are a vampire, that you even killed innocent people, if you hypnotized me to hide your identity, it doesn't make sense. I have never been so confused , Sherlock, do you remember? When you told me about your experience, I told you that you were a monster. I regretted it. It was my impulse..." John Watson clenched his fists, "Sherlock... I ask you... have you, like me, fallen in love with..."

Under the candlelight, the doctor's words were interrupted by a mournful howl, and the open wound on Sherlock's chest suddenly revealed a large amount of blood red, making his white chest covered with plasma, that color can no longer be called red, It was like thick black ink, bruised and purple. Sherlock's lips trembled violently. He grinned, revealing his long white teeth. The whites of his eyes almost occupied all his eyeballs, making him look blind, and Like a madman, Sherlock collapsed on the bed, as if passing out, his limbs twitched wildly, and screamed.

John Watson rushed over to hold him firmly, Sherlock opened his sharp teeth fiercely, again and again, finally biting his own lip, and the foam mixed with blood and saliva flowed down his mouth, he Struggling desperately in pain, exhausting all the strength in his body, those blind white eyes were fixed on the relief on the ceiling, John Watson got up and picked up the bottle from the wine rack, frantically removed the cork, and put The mouth of the bottle was stuffed between Sherlock's cracked lips cut by his own sharp teeth, the liquid flowed out from his chin, and most of it spilled on the bright red bed sheet, John Watson anxiously poured the liquid into his mouth mouth.

But he found sadly that the wine had no healing effect at all. The effect of the wine seemed to be elsewhere, and it could not relieve the slightest pain.

"Sherlock?" John Watson called to him, pulling the bottle away from Sherlock's lips, and now there was less than half of the liquid in the bottle. Let you suffer less?"

"It hurts." Sherlock whimpered, curled up silently, his naked body trembling.

When John Watson threw the bottle away and lifted Sherlock up by his armpit to check his injuries, Sherlock trembled frantically, his face became terribly terrible, and John Watson saw the gun penetrating from behind him. The blood hole the size of a bowl, from where the blood spilled and stained the sheets.

Sherlock hugged him tightly, his white, twitching, cold, painful hands grabbed the hair on the back of John Watson's head, grabbed him, and made John Watson's smooth neck tilt up towards him.

"Well..." John Watson closed his eyes in front of his eyes, "well, Sherlock, if it will ease your pain."

He didn't fight back with fists, and didn't break away from his embrace. Sherlock's pale hands brushed the nape of his neck, and his long, razor-sharp claws cut through the blood vessels in his neck. Surgeon, almost no fingernails were scratched. Two criss-crossing cross-shaped incisions appeared on John Watson's neck, and a thin red line appeared on his neck impressively, like a winding red necklace. The blood drops got bigger and bigger, and finally slid down from the carotid artery, forming a trickle.

Blood gushed out from the wound and dripped onto the bed sheets, and there was a loud crashing sound in the silent carriage, like rain outside the window hitting leaves.

Shouting briefly with all his strength, Sherlock grabbed John Watson's hand to hold him still, put his lips over his cut carotid artery, and began to suck.

His lips formed a hungry circle, his eyes were dark and hot, and Sherlock stuck out his tongue and began to lick the horrible stream of blood until John Watson was clean of the blood dripping down his collarbone. The mouth was reattached to the wound, and the plump and beautiful lips were opened to catch the scorching blood.

John Watson fell into a dream-like situation in an instant, as if the bright sun was extinguished in front of his eyes, which was the trace that the candlelight was wiped out by Sherlock, the room was instantly dark, and John Watson's soul was in the dim void Floating, he was put on the bed, Sherlock pressed him under him, John Watson inexplicably saw a face in the dark, the brows were soft and peaceful, full of emotions, the moving smile was radiant, his The corners of his lips seemed to be telling a beautiful and gentle story, John Watson's heart suddenly felt peaceful and comforted, that handsome face kept circling in his mind, Sherlock seemed to have entered his mind and could never be erased go.

A layer of joy of love enveloped him!

John Watson groaned from his throat uncontrollably, the sucking on his neck was indescribable, something seeped into his body, Sherlock tore his jacket and shirt with his sharp claws, and then he John Watson listened to the tearing sound of the fabric being ripped off, and there was another fiery sob in his arms.

Soon he's all/naked.

John Watson hugged his cold body intimately. The bed was wet and sticky. The sheets wrapped around his legs. His back was soaked in sweat. Now it was covered with blood on the sheets. The feeling lingers, clinging to the legs.

Sherlock sucked on his bleeding wound suddenly greedily, like a baby sucking on a nipple.

John Watson held him tightly in the dark, unable to push away, and felt no pain, only a kind of opium-like hallucination, he was a little dizzy and gradually weakened, but this dreamlike It felt wonderful.

John Watson let out a gasp close to the bed, low and seductive, two pale and powerful arms pressed him firmly on the bed, Sherlock's lips came over from the blood, and gave him a deep wet kiss , There is still a hot temperature on the lips, oh, John Watson really scalded people as he said.

There is blood, danger, and lust in this kiss.

The slender fangs pierced the surface of John Watson's tongue. Sherlock sucked his tongue deeply and rubbed against his body restlessly. John Watson's limbs were bare, remembering what Sherlock had said Conditions can arouse the passion/desire of this vampire, and that is blood, and only blood can make the vampire lust/desire/flourishing/exuberant.

Now it fits.

Sherlock interrupted the extremely affectionate and suffocating kiss, buried his head on his neck again, kissed his ruptured carotid artery gently and charmingly with his lips, and then firmly imprinted his lips there, like a suction cup on his skin Fixed, entangled in the arteries of John Watson, only the sound of him swallowing blood could be heard for a while in the dark wing, John Watson was separated by him, Sherlock's erection//hardened due to blood sucking Like an iron rod, poking John Watson's stomach.

The wind outside the window has subsided, and the rain is still falling, but the sound of rain and thunder has become more gentle and soft, like the heartbeat of God, muffled and agitated.

John Watson suddenly opened his eyes in the boundless darkness, those lovely eyes widened blankly, the pupils contracted further, the frenzied orgasm hit him sharply, the pleasure// felt like a cane hitting him, the gasping Like a howl, John Watson panted like a burning boiler, the spring/tide-like pleasure//feeling across his back, the high//tide came pouring down, violent like a tsunami and knocked him down.

Sherlock didn't violate/offend him, but the process of sucking blood was like pleasurable sex//love with pleasure/feeling indescribable, John Watson was speechless, he was still allowed to suck blood, his blood flowed from him A spring of water poured from his carotid artery into Sherlock's mouth.

He was getting weaker and weaker, the feeling of blood loss made his mouth dry, his tongue stuck to his jaw, and he opened his mouth like an anoxic fish asking for weak air, his dizziness increased, his body temperature dropped, his hands and feet began to Loss of strength, but the process of weakness is still painless.

The author has something to say:

You guys are welcome back, after a day of rest, the author thinks the blood hole in the neck is much better

Just donating blood is already so intense, I am seriously worried that if there is a ritual conversion

The two had to fight for [-] rounds, from the head of the bed to the end of the bed (hey, this is the bridal chamber, hey!

Still haven't decided whether to turn Xiao Hua into a blood race

The whole story develops to a little bigger later, I found out, purely holding the heart of letting them fall in love

How it turned into a giant vampire epic

See you on February 2th