Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Sherlock stared down at him, and John Watson looked up at him. Sherlock looked very beautiful, worthy of all the words to describe sexiness. No wonder the blood races flocked to him, and he still had a kind of aristocratic temperament.

"This is my friend, gentlemen. Tonight is an opportune time to introduce you. This is John Watson. He boarded the train ten days ago. He is our new passenger. I promise him to stay on board, except I have no one to drive him out of the car. He is neither my servant nor my waiter, nor is he an animal you can make up your mind about. He is my invited friend. He can walk around in this car as he pleases. You can talk to anyone, and you can express any opinions loudly, he is my friend." Sherlock repeated again, "Of course, if his inappropriate behavior disturbs you, I believe he must have no intention of doing so. If you settle accounts with him, please count on me."

There was something extra in John Watson's hand, which was given to him by an old acquaintance from Sherlock. His walnut cane was once left in the depths of a blood-stained room of a terrifying monster. The black cane has no carvings or decorations. , Sherlock walked out with his arm, and John Watson hit the ground with his crutches. This vampire walked quietly, not as loud as the little doctor, and the crutches echoed fiercely in the aisle.

Sherlock stepped out of the train, and the breath of the cessation of rain was very fresh in the night sky. John Watson put down his left leg first, then put down his crutches, and finally let his right leg step on the steel forged steps.

As soon as he stood firmly, before his body had time to maintain his balance, Sherlock squeezed in his direction. After a while, the distance between the two of them couldn't be closer.

"Damn..." John Watson grumbled to Sherlock, "I have no place to stand, please forgive me, one more step and I will be lying under the wretched wheels."

The moonlight that emerged from the dark clouds fell on his noble shoulders, and his facial features were obscured under the black curly bangs. Sherlock propped up an arm beside him, and John Watson was sticking to the wet iron of the carriage, listening to him He whispered hoarsely, "I'm sorry doctor, I have to establish my majesty in front of my clansmen, even my proud brother is trying his best to cooperate with me, he has more complaints in his stomach than you, later I'm about to go into the library to listen to his complaints. If I'm a little weaker in the banquet hall, my position will be shaken, and these people who are manipulated by blood will not obey me. I have wronged you doctor, your legs are not good I know it's convenient, but only a real king can make them tame. I hate red tape extremely. I even think it's superfluous to shake hands. The way to rule the tribe, they need a leader with great momentum and a tough attitude, as long as I want, I can always pretend to be in front of them."

"Hmph... It doesn't look like you're putting on a show at all. You are born with a kind of arrogance and arrogance that look down on others, and you are born with that kind of arrogant pride."

Sherlock blinked under the lonely moonlight, and there was a hint of cute confusion in his eyes, "I don't understand, are you praising me?"

Although John Watson was angry and disturbed, John Watson was greatly relieved by Sherlock's radiant look, "Who ever told you that arrogance and pride are a kind of praise? Your brother?"

"He did teach me a lot of principles of life, and gave me a lot of warnings. He instilled a lot of taboos in me since I was a child. You are not allowed to say this to a living person, and you are not allowed to say that to a living person. Do you know, John , I was very scared just now."

"You're scared?"

"When I said..." Sherlock's voice was suddenly soft and bitter, "When I said you were my friend, I was worried that you would jump up in front of everyone and shout that I have nothing to do with you, I mean nothing to you." No, we haven't known each other for a few days, right, John, even if you turn the tables and deny me like that, I won't be surprised at all, but you acquiesced..."

John Watson felt his cheeks began to burn, and his ears also burned. In an instant, he couldn't control it, and his entire back was quietly hot.

"Sherlock, yes, we haven't known each other for long, but it's an honor to meet you, I think we can be friends...you're very... different..."

"You're a newcomer on the train, I'll tell you the truth, those people, I'm talking about the whole car of blood and servants, I'm the only one who trusts you, they don't dare to risk trusting a human who just got on the car, I know that some vampires approached you and almost seduced you. It was Irene and Jielin who did it. I knew that they are always impatient and like to test new living people, and they are bloodthirsty by nature, not like me. I understand that the two of them couldn't wait to attack you, that's why you looked so disturbed that night, you don't say it, but I know the anger in your heart, I put my arms around you on the roof of the car, I can Hear all your voices. I'm tired of death, tired of fear, tired of the mutual distrust between you and me. I wonder if it's possible for us to live in peace? You are a strong-willed, loyal and reliable man, I have always had this kind of expectation for you, I made a promise to you on my bed, you must remember, I said, you want to live, do you know what I mean?"

John Watson shook his head vigorously under his nose, and whimpered in a nasal voice in bewilderment. God knows how confused his consciousness is now. The closer Sherlock gets, his thinking ability has collapsed. , a strong hand firmly grasped his arms and pressed them on both sides. The poor crutch escaped again, hitting the pile of rubble, and then the back of his head was bumped back, a moment of panic After that, the world was completely quiet, and there was only darkness in front of my eyes.

John Watson closed his eyes tightly, wondering why Sherlock Holmes always kissed him?

There is no sweet blood on his lips to suck, and his tongue is not half effective in healing wounds, is it?

...an amazing kiss.

The tongue that was as cold as a snake but as ferocious as a beast made John Hua get goosebumps all over his body.

Sherlock moved his heartbreakingly beautiful lips to his ear, and whispered to him in this bright silver moon half hidden by dark clouds, "John, what I'm about to say sounds outrageous, but it's the truth, and I let you You live, you're a good doctor, you're a lady-pleaser, you're a fool, you got on this train like an idiot, you can't see at night, but I can in the dark I see you clearly in the book, you are full of emotions and too upright, and there are many places where you can't turn around, especially when it comes to moral concepts, you are very sticking to your moral principles, and your movements are clumsy and slow, don't worry Contrary to me, I showed you my strength and my agility, you know I can do it quietly...you know...come with me."

John Watson was frightened and tightened his neck and shoulders for a moment. Sherlock hugged him horizontally. A strong sense of leap hit his face. Sherlock grabbed the top of the tall birch tree with one hand, and his shoes stepped on it. On the tallest and most fragile tree trunk, the branches and leaves with rainwater creaked beside John Watson, dancing on both sides of his body with the wind in the sky, "Like this!" Sherlock was like a child, innocently Laughing, "John! I was still on the ground one second ago, and I can stand here with a living person the next second, standing on the highest point of the earth!"

John Watson glanced down, the height of at least a hundred feet instantly made him dizzy, the branches kept shaking, like swinging left and right, he held Sherlock in the air helplessly, "I know! Damn! I know! You don’t need to show off to me like this! If you don’t show off your supernatural ability, you will die!”

Sherlock put him down, and John Watson carefully stepped on the tree trunk not as thick as his arm in front of him, for fear of hearing a crisp cracking sound, and then he would have to live on two crutches for the rest of his life, no, fuck Not good, there will be no rest of life at all.

John Watson squeezed Sherlock's palm tightly with his sweaty hands, and Sherlock tightened his stomach with one hand, and fixed him on the top of the tree. They were so close to the moon, and the sky seemed to be within reach.

The land is unobstructed, and there are two cities in the distance, entrenched near the horizon. Under the moonlight, those warm homes light up a few lights, and the shadow of the forest extends under the feet of John Watson. Apart from being a little stuffy, the weather is good tonight, not far away There is a river, covered with a layer of silver, and the moon appears generously, a huge circle, almost full, shimmering in the sky, like a diamond jewelry, gorgeous and gorgeous.

The breeze blew over John Watson's cheeks, and the moon sparkled on his clothes. When the comfortable fire dragon stopped on the platform of London Station, John Watson and it faced each other, and then nothing happened. Heading towards it hesitantly, he seems to be destined to meet this train, whether he goes left or right, he will always be attracted by this train.

Sherlock was arrogant and gentle behind his head, "You can't deny it, no matter how you escape, you have to admit that I let you live, John, I could have gently cut your flesh a hundred times, let you Bleeding to death before I felt the wound, I could have stalked you in the dark and slit your throat before you knew I was speaking, or I could have won your innocence with my hypnotic powers the trust that makes you wake up at night and find me in your room and you think I'm there to comfort you and I lean over your bed and you reach out and hug me and I drink you , this matter is easy for me, easy, nothing else, just like you standing here, looking at the earth, as soon as I let go, you will fall straight from the air and leaves, but I want you Live, I don't want you to die."

John Watson's throbbing was so strong that he felt the need to pause for a moment to let him take a breath. He felt that if he got tired of being in Sherlock's arms like this, he would sink.

Sherlock stretched out a slender white hand, put his fingertips on John Watson's face, forced the doctor to turn his head, and stared at his mysterious eyes, the pupils had no trace of time, the serene and serene lips were exquisitely crafted. The thread showed a smile, "This is very important, John, your life is in my hands, I must warn you, once you get in the car, your life is mine."

"Kill if you want, and do it quickly." John Watson looked at him and said, "I am not afraid of you, and I am not afraid of your companions."

Sherlock put a fascinated smile on the corner of his lips, "You are very brave. Although you lack IQ, you are very courageous. In fact, you are very cunning, John. What you say in your heart is often different from what you say on your mouth. But no matter what you say, I can see through you anyway, you are cunning and clever," Sherlock's tone is warm and friendly, but it cannot be refuted, and there is an aura that does not allow disobedience, "Why don't you want to go home? You said no Ten days away from home, your family must be worried about you, the long distance travel will be very difficult, I still have to go on my mysterious adventure hikes, I still go to those stupid lumber yards and deserted small towns, I It’s not that you have nothing to do, but you are bored, you can only sleep next to my boring fire dragon, I don’t mind you staying in the car, it’s nice to have you more, but don’t you really need to Are you home? Really no problem? What about those family members who are crying for you? I’m afraid your missing person notices are posted all over the streets and alleys. You know, this place is only 60 miles away from London. I can arrive."

"You mean to dismiss me by saying that? Tell you, I won't go, at least not tonight. You seem to be performing a great event tomorrow."

"No, this isn't a mere show, or showing off my abilities to them, it's a submission," Sherlock said, sighing, "Listen, John, I admit that I'm a so-called blood race." Master, I control all the blood races on this train, even those outside the train, I am sure to make them submit to me humbly, I can defeat all the blood races, and make them fear me, but, What they follow is my strength, not me, even if I am depraved and evil, as long as I am strong enough, they will follow me willingly."

"Why do you have to be followed?"

"I don't need them, they need me, they need protection, they need my ability to defend them, and all I want is their obedience, I want them to be obedient, I don't allow them to bloodthirsty and kill again, I want to let They accept the concept that our race has the same status as ordinary human beings. In the hands of the creator, both blood race and human beings have the same evil and good, and all created creatures have dreams. I and your race should not be enemies for generations , the enmity and fear of so many centuries have driven our race and human beings to fight each other, and there is a river of blood between day and night, which is not so easy to cross, even if any of us has remained neutral, one At the critical moment of life and death, you will also be forced to join in the killing and fighting. You people of the day will be fully armed, holding sharpened stakes, and sweeping over with hatred burning in your chest. And we, the people of the night, will let the earth slaughter A river of blood. I can't allow that to happen."

"Sherlock?" His voice was full of pain and despair, and all the anger and misunderstandings of John Watson could not help but subside gradually, and an inexplicable distress arose spontaneously, "All the things you have done to me these past few days, I mean... ..." John Watson paused, unable to speak, but he said it anyway, "Those hugs, those kisses, do you want to tame me to be your servant?"

John Watson was wearing a black suit with a cute bow on the neckline, and his hair was blond, looking radiant. Sherlock looked at him with a happy smile on his pale face, "Wonderful idea." He praised Said, "Who taught you the level of knowledge of servants? I remember that I didn't tell you this in my wing room. I think it's those big mouths in the car that are whispering in your ears again. You and my world You don't like blood, I have to tell you, we don't drink blood from living people, but we eat frozen human blood in hospitals, and raw animal blood, we have to rely on blood to Live on, cream pies and wine are just our after-dinner snacks, these eating methods and living habits must be disgusting to you, how could I force my friend to live a life he doesn't like."

"But why are those intimate behaviors with me..." John Watson's voice trailed off, and he closed his mouth, realizing that he was heading in an unpredictable direction, and there was something in that direction that made him thump The power of the heart.

"I ask you, Dr. Watson, if humans and blood races go to war, if your companions attack us, which side will you be on?"

John Watson grumbled, "Our people, of course."

"Should our people deserve to die?" Sherlock said sadly. "Maybe it is true, maybe we are all deserved to die, and it is you who created superb knowledge and beautiful art. We are destroyers and invaders." Or, your people can kill us all without guilt, and do justice for the heavens, anyway, there are not many of us left, and maybe in the end you will kill all the survivors on my train." Sherlock suddenly said coldly, "If you really wait for such a day, John Watson, please remember who I am. You are my friend."

"Sherlock, it's too complicated to say these things now. I don't know exactly what you are talking about. What war? What justice? It's not always easy to make a choice. If there is such a day, I have to face a choice. There is a verdict between your people of the night and us humans, and I think I will only make the choice I think is right."

"This answer is really vague."

There was a clatter between the branches and leaves, and the sky began to rain again. Sherlock looked up at the dark clouds and the dim moon, "Hold me tight, John."

John Watson almost cried out again in surprise. He grabbed Sherlock's shoulders and was experiencing a sharp falling sensation. Those leaves swept across his face, and John Watson's body was unable to exert strength in the air. , and heavy, he had no choice but to let Sherlock handle it, and he didn't struggle, he just breathed heavily in Sherlock's ear, and within a few seconds, when he opened his eyes, the crutch returned to John Watson's hand, and he The whole person was stuffed into the carriage, the dull thunder rumbled outside, the torrential rain became heavier and heavier, the lightning pierced the river surface, and the fresh and cold torrential rain struck the dragon's iron helmet.

Sherlock got into the well-stocked library, followed by John Watson, and walked in. He thought he would be in the darkness like a few days ago, but when he stepped through the crack of the door, he found The room was blazed with the soft light of oil lamps.

Mycroft sat calmly, with a book on his lap, a pale and slender finger pressing on the place he had just read, a glass of wine on the table beside him, judging from the rest of the wine bottle, Mycroft drank Sherlock's private house wine of unknown effect. He looked up at John Watson and then turned his eyes away. Obviously, he had stared at him so hungrily and burningly in the narrow aisle of the carriage. Now I just glanced over him and ignored him.

John Watson found an empty chair and sat down.

Sherlock sat in the long reclining chair and leaned back, with his legs up and resting on the low stool. At this moment, John Watson heard the rustling of skirts coming from the door, and Jielin floated in. , flew into his arms, wrapped her arms tightly around his chest, raised her head and smiled at him, "Sherlock, my dear." She said, stroking Sherlock's delicate chin with her slender hands, Looking into his eyes across the bridge of his perfect nose in the light, "Where did you go just now, I searched all over the train and couldn't find you."

John Watson watched as Jielin was stuck in his arms like a white rabbit.

Another soft, mature whisper came from outside, "He's flirting with the cuckoo on the branch outside." Miss Adler slipped in without a sound, and fell limply into Sherlock's other arm , curled up her legs in the long skirt, hanging gracefully on Sherlock's shoulders, covering half of Sherlock's body like a blanket, a deep kiss climbed onto Sherlock's cheek, in that arrogant The woman's lips were imprinted on the snow-white skin.

John Watson felt that his expression staring at the scene in front of him must be silly, so he quickly withdrew his gaze and turned the crutch in his hand.

According to Lestrade, Jielin was transformed from a human by Sherlock, so it means that Sherlock sucked her blood, and the sullen anger that was finally subdued floated up sneakily, and John Watson even felt that he was not Not hating Sherlock for sucking blood or something, because Jaileen looks so willing and happy, John Watson thinks he's hating if he sucks blood like he's on the bed in that room, love/ Hugging Jielin passionately and going through a complete transformation, whether the proud firmness is inside Jielin's body or outside her body.Does Sherlock have sex with his servants from time to time.And what's going on with this Miss Adler, he hugs left and right, this passionate kiss, this touch that makes John Watson feel embarrassed, these small interactive and intimate gestures make Sherlock and the two The woman seemed very friendly.

John Watson quickly shook his head to dispel this kind of unreasonable jealousy and cranky thoughts. He also wanted to drink a glass of wine to relieve his dizziness, but he saw that the only thing in the room was the disgustingly nasty private brew, John Watson The wound on his neck was still hurting, and damn it, he had almost passed out from that reckless act of donating blood.

Never do it again!John Watson secretly swears that the pleasure/feeling is another matter, it is the pleasure/feeling of being on the verge of death.Nasty Sherlock Holmes!Never donate blood to him again!

Sherlock was staring at him at this moment, Mycroft was staring at him, everyone was staring at him, John Watson raised his head, and shouted at them almost snarling, "What's on my face!"

"Your face is very clean, Dr. Watson. It's just that you worry too much, and it sounds a bit noisy to our ears, but we will get used to it." Mycroft calmly picked up the glass of horrible poisoned wine, Sip little by little.

John Watson froze in his chair.

The author has something to say:

forgive me forgive me forgive me I did borrow the twilight saga

The scene of Robert hugging Christie in the treetops is so beautiful

I can't help substituting my natal CP into it

The picture of falling in love on the top of the tree (╯▽╰) is so cool just thinking about it

I will update tomorrow, I will, trust me

[Nani is Valentine's Day tomorrow? ? ?Well, it's none of my business. My vampire master shouldn't be celebrating Valentine's Day [slip of the tongue and you didn't hear anything]

The next chapter will be dedicated on February 2