Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

John Watson huddled in his icy embrace, his slender white arms were warmed a lot by him, but John Watson's body temperature was dropping sharply, which was a sign of excessive blood loss. He was in this gloomy Sherlock sipped his life from his neck, listening to the rain-laden wind sweep into the ruined tunnel in Sen's keep.

Sherlock's hard and straight penis is close to it, and some parts of the vampire are no different from human beings. John Watson can see clearly enough before the candle is extinguished. The penis is very white before it is congested, especially Huge, the volume of the erection is even more impressive, the rough pubic hair is ravaging his lower abdomen intimately, John Watson obediently spreads his legs under him, curls up his knees, his will and his resistance It has already collapsed completely in the blood lost in a steady stream.

John Watson's erection is still not erected, it hangs softly between his legs, occasionally bouncing excitedly when Sherlock's naked thigh is touched, because his blood supply is not enough to support him to erect the tenacious erection The little gadget, but the guilt-like pleasure/sensation, the nerves trembling with joy made him tremble uncontrollably.

Sherlock growled and licked his neck, blurred words popped out between his lips and teeth, "John? John? Are you okay?"

"I'm a little tired... and a little cold..."

"I...I've...haven't sucked such delicious blood for a long time..." Sherlock's voice had a strange uneasiness, "But I don't want you to die, especially in my arms."

"I feel...wonderful..." There was a strange hazy light in John Watson's mind, the kind of light that was on the verge of orgasm, tightening his body like satin, and death was hidden in this orgasm, And endless darkness, "I like...so..."

Sherlock seemed very angry, he was angry with himself, "No! You are delusional! You are dying! My John! I will let you go soon, you taste like I can't let go, but I still... ...will get it under control...I don't want you to die, I'll give you a moment to get you out of my arms, I swear I won't take long and I'll grab you back and suck you dry, you only have a moment Run outside, that moment is fleeting, you have to grasp it, as long as you get out of this room, you will survive, promise me, survive."

"Sherlock...I'm so tired and sleepy, I can't get up."

"Use your willpower, I know you are tenacious, like my train, you have a heart of iron, and not even fire can burn you out, John," Sherlock said with strange and solemn emotion , "Even if I am a blood race, even if I need your help, I want you to be my friend, not a human servant dominated by the blood race. I don't want you to become my servant, and I know you don't want to become a Animals that are only sucked blood by the day and night cycle.”

"But your injuries..."

He held John Watson's hand and placed it on Sherlock's chest in the dark. John Watson spread his palm in a little surprise and stroked his chest muscles back and forth. Put it over Sherlock's shoulders and put it on his perfect back. The fresh muscles that grew out after being scalded are smooth and smooth, and the big bowl of scars can no longer be found. John Watson let out an unbelievable exclamation , "My God, my God, your flesh has grown back."

"It's your credit, John, your blood has given me great strength, that blood is alive, carries a soul, and allows my wounds to heal extremely quickly. The gap between me and you humans is so huge. There are at least three organs that you have never seen on human remains. No matter how rich your anatomical experience is, you can’t guess what all the organs in my body look like and what their functions are. My esophagus It was short, and the blood went straight to one of my stomachs as soon as I got in."

"Oh hell."

"Yes, John, maybe lying on your body and saying this will make you feel sick, but I can't deny that this is my body, my destiny, I do have two stomachs, one for digesting food and one for absorbing food. For blood, your blood entered one of my stomachs and became a panacea to restore my skin and flesh. My muscles have healed, but my heart has not grown yet. Drinking your blood may make me survive today. I got a new heart late, my heart is half a fist bigger than a human's, so my blood circulation is very slow, and my breathing also becomes very slow, only a dozen times a minute, so you will always produce me and The illusion of not breathing, but I can't let you die, you are very cute, you have virtues that I admire, you are completely different from other human beings I have seen, they look beautiful on the surface, but hide their despicableness And evil, if you live as long as I do, you will understand how cunning the human heart and human nature are, and how difficult and precious it is to encounter a truly beautiful thing in a long eternal life."

Sherlock buried his head near his earlobe, and for a few moments of rapt attention John Watson did hear his churning breathing, heavy and drawn-out like some kind of deep-sea whale.

He put the king's lips on John Watson's dry cut, and kissed there, "This wound is too thin, I always want to tear you apart with my teeth, I can't hide this thought from you, it's true , John, you are so delicious that I can’t resist your temptation. I will let you go later. Believe me, it’s very difficult, but I will do it for you. There is a nightgown on that chair, yours Right in front of you is the gate, just run forward, your legs and feet are not flexible, but you have to try your best, you know! I don’t want to create a wrong thing that I regret and regret for the rest of my life.”

John Watson nodded almost collapsed in his arms, he didn't have much strength left.

Sherlock slowly released the fingers that were firmly binding his wrist, and then John Watson's lungs got a burst of relief, Sherlock rose from him, and John Watson pumped oxygen deep, deeply into his lungs, The air cut him.

Then he rolled out of bed, grabbed the clothes on the back of the chair, and stepped across the wing. There was a sharp pressure behind him, and John Watson felt that it was probably Sherlock's nails following his head. His neck will be broken and his throat will be torn open. John Watson is like running with a limp in the rough field. The short distance makes him feel like he is carrying a thousand times the weight.

"John..."

The bloodthirsty and hoarse voice actually rang in his ears. At such a close distance, John Watson panicked and knocked over the small round table. There was a loud and messy sound, and the crystal wine bottle and the jade on the ground were all shattered. , He fumbled in the dark for a long time, finally grabbed the doorknob, opened the door, and glanced at the narrow passage. His nails scraped John Watson's back, and Sherlock was going to catch him.

John Watson quickly opened the door, and the light outside made Sherlock retreat suddenly in the room. John Watson took a firm step forward, stepped out of the wing, closed the door, and knelt limply in the corridor, all the voices behind him stopped. Everything fell silent, as if there was nothing in the room.

John Watson was panting violently, clasping a royal blue nightgown with both hands, the robe was tangled around his thighs, he was sitting almost naked on his knees in the luxurious aisle, in the horrible giant shut Under the double doors of the beast.

Mycroft and Miss Adler were still guarding outside, and both of them couldn't help being shocked when they saw his naked body, the wound on his neck, and his pale skin that had lost too much blood.

"You were able to come out alive..." Miss Adler was very surprised.

John Watson only looked at her for less than two seconds, and then passed out to the side.

John Watson dimly felt himself being hugged horizontally, the expensive satin suit touched his face, and he was wearing the silk nightgown, vaguely aware of the person who was holding him forward It is very likely to be Mycroft Holmes, whose arms are so strong that it is unimaginable, and then his whole body is stretched out in the soft feather quilt, John Watson seems to have fallen into the turquoise smoke, he is in the hallucination Seeing the face of the god of death, the expression on that face was very similar to the prostitute who died in his hands.

The woman who died unjustly was waiting for John Watson at the gate of the end of his life. She was as gloomy as a dead body, with cuts and scars from the operation on her chest, her long brown hair was sparse, her clothes were ragged, and she had no smile. Dirty and covered in the mud of the slums, the dead eyes are terrifying.

He should have saved this woman, liberated her from the grip of the disease, and used his life-saving hand to gently and steadily lead the poor woman, letting her walk from the miserable and desolate life of the inferior to the bright and broad road superior.

Before the woman completely absorbed the anesthetic, he promised her at the operating bedside that he would make her recover, make her healthy, strong, and live a long life, and that she would be a good man and marry a good family in the future. It all came to nothing.

Yes, Jie Lin was right, he is a man who can only promise empty words to women.

Now the woman had come to fetch him, standing on the steps of hell, waiting for him to go.

"Dr. Watson? Can you still hear me? This is Lestrade."

John Watson huddled under the quilt and nodded wearily. He had a severe low-grade fever due to anemia, and his brain was basically stagnant. His body was numb, sweating coldly, the rain outside the window turned into a dull noise, and then Lestrade murmured something in his ears, maybe it was caring, maybe it was greetings, whatever it was, he could no longer distinguish carefully .

During this period, he couldn't tell the difference between day and night. John Watson felt terrible. He couldn't find himself. The vitality of life was passing through him. He just wanted to sleep deeply, close his eyes and never wake up again. He was given water, and he tasted raw eggs, and some warm, sweet porridge, and copious amounts of milk trickled down his throat.

John Watson woke up alone several times in the middle of the journey, listening to the sound of the rain beating on the iron sheet of the train, sometimes it was gentle and drizzle outside, and sometimes it was violently stormy, the train didn't know when it started, the fire dragon bravely shuttled forward in the rain, let He felt himself rushing across the surface of a brown river, and John Watson lay in bed listening to the loud clattering of the wheel shafts in the dark light, the windows of his room were drawn, and the whole carriage There was no light at all, it seemed to be morning, and it seemed to be dusk.

John Watson raised his weak hand and opened a section of curtain beside the bed. He found that the train was not in the tunnel, but parked in the open field. It was exactly the same as the last time when he was waiting for Sherlock to return. The sunset was so beautiful that it almost lingered The thin mist in the sky was dyed with a layer of orange-red halo, and the western clouds turned into a vivid and fiery red, and the whole sky seemed to be burning.John Watson, who was alone in the guest room, stared at the glow. The fire dragon was quiet and peaceful, and the sun was setting. It painted a blush on the muddy plains, and the tone gradually deepened and turned black.

The Scarlet Rebirth seemed to be sailing above the clouds, the sun fell into the woods, and the outside world continued to darken, turning brown like dried blood, and finally turning into deep black.

John Watson watched through the gaps in the curtains as the last ray of red light disappeared. Night officially engulfed the entire universe. There were no stars that night.

He lay on the bed for a long time, leaning on the pillow and thinking.

Just then, Lestrade appeared beside him.

"Are you awake, doctor?" Lestrade lit an oil lamp, and the smoking lamp shone on his tall figure, casting a long black shadow. Lestrade was tall, though not as tall as Sherlock, but still much taller than John Watson.

John Watson found himself drenched in sweat, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Three days." Lestrade said, "Our train started and stopped, stopped and started again, and we are now taking a rest at a country station not far from London. Want some more food?"

John Watson licked his dry lips, "Sherlock..."

"Can you sit up? Maybe you want to take a shower? Then put on some clean clothes and I'll find our conductor and tell him you're awake."

John Watson sat upright in a fatal dizziness. He drank a large glass of warm water, not caring how much dust had settled in the glass. The waiter brought the dinner plate and placed it on the bed table, which looked antique. Woodcut flowers were carefully carved on it, placed on his quilt, John Watson tried his best to get the most nutrition from the sumptuous dinner, he munched on the roast pig, peas, onions, and then ate half of them Blueberry pie and a big bowl of icing.

Lestrade watched in amazement as he consumed nearly three servings, John Watson turned to sweep away the drinks in his hand, warming wine, sweet milk that nourished the stomach, Lestrade went out with admiration Looking for the train conductor.

An hour later, John Watson ate the last piece of pulp pie. He felt full, his stomach was full, his hands and feet stopped trembling and cold, and he found that he could stand up and walk with his own strength, holding on to the wall. Go to the bathroom, oh, take heart, John Watson, your strength is restored, don't be sick anymore, John Watson took off his nightgown in front of the mirror, he had a strange feeling about his body.

John Watson leaned close to the mirror in the light of the oil lamp, and looked at the still vivid cross-shaped cut on his neck, which had scabbed over now, but his normal physique would take him at least ten days and a half months before the scar would be fully healed. The healing process was smooth until two light scars remained. John Watson's internal organs were clenched into a ball. More than seventy hours had passed since he dedicated his blood to that vampire. That bed was like a bed. It stayed in his mind like a dream.

The kiss that landed on his neck was so deep, Sherlock was like a greedy baby, gulping a big puddle of blood on his plump carotid artery, not a single drop of blood wasted, Sherlock grabbed his hand, I pressed him on the bed and licked him for a long time, just licked/cleaned up like that.

John Watson frowned, he was a little annoyed, if he was a lady, naked/exposed/naked in the arms of a big man, and this kind of thing happened, his reputation would have been lost long ago.

He got into the wooden barrel and soaked his skin in hot water until it turned red. When he came out, he still had to be careful. His lame leg was still growing on him, and he carefully wiped off the water stains on his body. The new clothes he got were a set of pure black evening dress and a maroon bow tie. John Watson opened the carriage door and walked towards the banquet hall under the kerosene lamp. people abandoned.

The banquet hall was full of people as usual. When John Watson walked to the door, he heard the voice of the train conductor coming from inside. It was loud, beautiful and rhythmic. It took John Watson a while to realize that Sherlock was Announced something, so he listened quietly behind many vampires, servants, and waiters, trying to get involved.

Sherlock's voice was gloomy, "What are you people afraid of? I will protect you." His tone was polite, but cold.

A member of the Kindred, holding a brandy, stood there and said: "Dear conductor, we do not disrespect you, but you and your brother will lure the mighty elder to this train, and we will not Not to underestimate you, but that elder's ability is more terrifying than the legends."

"Yes, it's very scary," another blood race continued, "I have lived for more than 100 years, and although I have never seen a real elder, I have heard rumors, the train conductor, very bad rumors, All blood races will not want to provoke the elders, no matter how big your dreams are, how noble you want to do, but you have indeed offended someone who cannot be offended, don't force us to escape this train at the end, here are us The shelter is our home and I don't want to lose this wonderful shield for those stupid animals."

"You don't care about human life, so get out of the car. In my car, respect for life is the first principle. No matter what kind of life you have, you have to cherish it. Except for those heinous devils, no good and innocent life can be killed. ...Are you blatantly proposing to betray me?"

"No, dear Sherlock, we are too scared, you were seriously injured a few days ago..."

"I'm fine now. As always, I'm never afraid of injury, let alone war. I'm not afraid of bloodshed, and I will never bow to killing," Sherlock's voice was firm and ruthless. "If I can prove that I am more powerful than you think What about being strong? If I can prove to you that I am omnipotent and fearless, if I can walk in the sun, will you believe me?"

"No," Miss Adler's voice seemed a little panicked, "Sherlock, you can't..."

"I can," he said, "and I will. How? Just this sunrise, to win your trust, I'll go outside, and you'll applaud me in the dark of the car, and if I Can prove that I am fearless, what should you do with me? How can you make up for your doubts about me?"

John Watson was surprised to find that all the blood races raised their heads, those scorching gazes fell on Sherlock and gathered towards him, and then, these hundreds of blood races slowly put down the wine glasses in their hands, humbly bowed He turned his head, slowly bent his knees, and knelt on the carpet, even Lestrade, even Jaileen and Miss Adler, even Mycroft, they were all right. He knelt down completely in the direction of Sherlock, regarded him as the king, and surrounded him in the luxurious sofa.

Sherlock was wearing a well-fitting black suit, sitting with his legs crossed above ten thousand people. He was very energetic, his black hair was arrogant and unruly, his nose was full of arrogance, and his gray eyes were full of light and strength. Harmony, the strong and graceful shoulders carry supreme honor.

These blood clans who surrendered at his feet bowed their heads, extremely gentle and humble: "The king of our blood clan, our ruler, we offended you, so there is no need to prove to us that you are the most powerful."

Sherlock stared at all the vampires kneeling at his feet for a long time. He raised his eyes and stared straight at the only big living person standing, that stupid John Watson, with his eyes fixed on the door, obviously out of the situation .

Mycroft knelt in front of Sherlock, and saw him along Sherlock's line of sight. John Watson was startled, and before he could react, Mycroft looked at him with an indistinct expression. The posture and speed stood in front of him. The next moment, John Watson was forcibly pressed down on the head by him, and he was forced to kneel on the floor. John Watson stretched out his arms to support the ground to prevent his face from being intimate and fierce. on the carpet.

"Don't fuck me..." John Watson was forced to kneel on the ground, cursing face down, "I'm just passing by, I don't know anything, this scene has nothing to do with me."

Mycroft knelt down beside him, holding his back all the time to keep him from moving.

John Watson once again vented his anger by smashing his fist on the carpet, "Damn it!"

After a long time, "Very good." Sherlock finally continued to speak, "I can't live up to your expectations, since I am your master, then, I will show you some of my skills, let you know What kind of train are you on, what kind of leader are you following, when the sun comes out tomorrow, I will take a walk outside to give you a vision, a performance."

"This is really unprecedented." The human waiter and his companions who were also kneeling next to each other whispered to each other, "From ancient times to the present, we have never heard of a blood race that can fight against the sun. Our train conductor is going to subvert the blood race If he stepped out of the train into the blazing sun, if he stepped over the iron ladder in the open air, and walked in broad daylight before God, before the vampires, before each of our servants and waiters, there is no cover If the unblocked sun shines on his long windbreaker, he might catch fire."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense, he said he can do it, he must do it, he is Sherlock Holmes, nothing can kill him."

"But it's sunshine..."

"Stop talking... shush..."

The banquet hall was suddenly filled with a hollow and ominous atmosphere. John Watson didn't understand what was going on, but he was still affected by the atmosphere and his mood was affected. The whole room was filled with a frightening chill, which made John Watson With a senseless sense of desperation ignited for no reason, he began to fantasize about disturbing images of funeral pyres, wars, famines, and beasts eating humans.

Even when Mycroft gave up pressing on his back, he didn't notice the moment when he was released. The vampires and living people in front of him began to move their heels and stood up, reviving the interrupted banquet, and the piano continued to jingle. There was a knock, and the wine glasses collided enthusiastically again.

John Watson knelt up at the feet of many people in a daze, "Damn..." He cursed his legs, and reached out to find a support point for the wall or the door frame. A pale and slender hand held his In the palm of his hand, John Watson turned his face to look at him, then threw off his support angrily, and stood up on his knees angrily.

"I'm still running a fever!" John Watson snapped at him. "Don't drag me into the water with your chores! Why do I have to kneel! My knees are fucking sore right now in this damn rainy day!" John Watson Sheng was clenched into two small fists beside him, with red ears, thick neck, and straight back, staring at him, vowing to gulp Sherlock's brains out like coconut juice, splash them in the air, and extinguish those shining Candlelight, "I can't stand on a fucking anemic station! Who do you think you are! Are you really the king? You're the king on this train, but are you my king? You're these goddam vampires My master, but you are my master! Who do you think you are! How dare you force me to kneel like this!"

After John Watson finished speaking, he was stunned. The blood race in the banquet hall stopped talking and turned their attention to him. Those eyes that were more eerie and cold than bats stared at him, like wild beasts one after another, hiding in the leaves In the depths of the cave, only a pair of bright red faint pupils were exposed, ready to throw him down and tear him to pieces at any time.

The author has something to say:

Let's get ready with Xiaoxia to meet the challenge of sunrise

He is really powerful, as a simple Sherlock Holmes is already very remarkable

Talking about love is even more remarkable (Hey, this is not the point of boasting!

I saw your comments, thank you for your comments, it means that I am full and satisfied (No! Yes! Stop!

It's up to you whether the update will be updated tomorrow