Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Lancaster, England, 246 miles from London, September.

Britain has entered the age of steam, and Sherlock is still ambitious. He rules his magnificent fire dragon and roams the land. What he pursues is not money and honor. A dissonant note resounds in the symphony, and that harsh note is blood.

The Scarlet Rebirth galloped all the way, leaving all the scenery on the earth behind. The fire dragon was accompanied by death, driven by an ancient blood vampire. The Scarlet Rebirth blazed a trail of blood and gradually became a blood dragon. The vampire and the Humans, vampires, and vampires are soaked in thick blood.

It was precisely from this pool of blood that John Watson found the lighthouse he could look up to. For him, Sherlock surpassed friendship and even more than love.They fought side by side and went through life and death.

Just after ten o'clock in the evening, Sherlock Holmes stepped off the train. He slowed down and turned around. John Watson followed him on crutches. They circled the town. Bars that were open were buzzing with laughter and selling keg after keg of beer.

John Watson was first taken out of the train by him for a late-night walk in the streets of men.

Sherlock walked forward silently, with his hands in the pockets of his long coat. In the middle of the silent square surrounded by a large circular fountain, the water stopped. They walked up the empty marble steps. architecture.

John Watson is a man with handsome features. He wears the same exquisite clothes as Sherlock. The black suit makes him look quite refreshing. He is not beautiful, but his appearance is very correct. His round face is full of Friendly look, the cross-shaped scar left on his neck has always been there, the blond hair has been trimmed in recent days, very short, the corners of his mouth are often raised unconsciously, always giving the illusion of a smile, and the blue eyes are commendable , that color is very pure.

Lancaster is a semi-developed town, and there are indeed some luxurious places, such as brothels. This kind of indecent entertainment place is completely out of John Watson's taste. Playing with women is very disgusting to him. In fact, He doesn't like to come to this kind of place.

If it weren't for Sherlock Holmes, he would never have thought of going to a brothel on his own initiative.

The brothel is located next to the circular fountain in the square. Sherlock stopped in front of the double wooden doors. John Watson said he was ready. Sherlock opened the door and led him in. In the hall inside, luxurious Candlelight pours down from the dome above, and falls on the bar counter and waiters.The hall is surrounded by tall pillars, the ceiling is carefully decorated, the walls are covered with murals, the bar is solid golden marble, the floor is golden marble, and even the clothes of the waiters are golden.

Among the pleasure-seeking guests are rich men from farms and local young sons and daughters. They all wear expensive clothes, have arrogant manners and disrespectful eyes, except that their faces are far different. John Watson can see Sherlock's shadow from these people from time to time.

The two of them walked into a private inner room. It would not be difficult. Any watchman who had looked directly into Sherlock's eyes would honestly let them in, and with an extremely humble and respectful attitude, John Watson I feel that his hypnotic ability is really very powerful. I am really thankful that he didn't use it on John Watson.

Sherlock turned his face and smiled at him, "I'm tired of hypnotizing others, and I'm going to lose my energy, especially you, John, do you remember the first and only time I hypnotized you?" For a moment, you were very tenacious. My eyes and my voice alone couldn’t make you submit. In the end, I had to resort to a trick. You couldn’t resist my kiss, right? .”

John Watson was unwilling to face the question honestly. It was a night that he was extremely shocked and extremely unforgettable.

The first kiss in his life.

They walked to a closed door, and John Watson's mood was tense because of what was going to happen next. This was the first time Sherlock showed him how to tame the vampire, and Sherlock relaxed easily. He unlocked the door and walked in.

The vampire inside was buried in a miserable prostitute, who was lying naked on the sofa, with scarlet blood flowing from her snow-white chest, and her expression fell into the intersection of dreams and illusions entangled.

Sherlock rushed over without hesitation, and grabbed the vampire. John Watson witnessed the vampire's sharp teeth pulling/pulling out/out of the carotid artery, two sharp long teeth as long as one finger The tooth was still deeply buried in the prostitute's neck a second ago.

The vampire roared and roared furiously, and showed its claws to Sherlock. After a lot of effort, Sherlock finally used hypnotic power to calm him down, and made him kneel at Sherlock's feet obediently. Under his chin, he took out the privately prepared medicinal wine from his pocket, and poured it all into him.

John Watson squatted in front of the sofa. He carefully shook off the handkerchief and wrapped it around the wound on the prostitute's neck to stop the bleeding. Judging from her face, the blood was not absorbed much, and she was still saved. John Watson, be careful He dressed her carefully, put her head lightly on his shoulders, pinched her slender wrist to feel for her pulse.

Then Sherlock told the vampire why he wanted to prevent him from sucking blood, and told him about the train carrying dreams. Quietly waiting for a response.

If the vampire under his feet sighed like enlightenment, then Sherlock didn't have to take him to the train, he only needed to send someone to deliver boxes of medicinal wine to the repentant vampire on time, and then use bats to monitor him. What Locke got in return was a burst of dismissive laughter, then the vampire had to go on the train with him, and clean his mind in front of those of his kind.

John Watson thought to himself that no vampire could fool Sherlock Holmes, and even if there were, it would be a very rare and extremely rare character.

What is gratifying is that this vampire actually understood Sherlock. He accepted Sherlock's preaching, accepted the bad wine, and promised not to drink the blood of the living again. John Watson felt that the vampire could not do anything. Fortunately, I just didn't want to go with Sherlock, because once the train got on, to regain my freedom, I had to get Sherlock's permission, a bit like a prison.

Sherlock smiled benevolently at John Watson's wild thoughts, "It's not a prison. There are no feather quilts in prisons, let alone wine and crystal glasses." Sherlock took him out of the brothel, and John Watson was still there. Worried about that bleeding whore.

Sherlock reassured him that the prostitute would be properly healed. He had just hypnotized a waiter and was rushing to the town hospital with the prostitute on his back to receive a blood transfusion.

They were still wandering around the town, the only sound of his own crutches and footsteps was left on the street, John Watson raised the question that he had buried in his heart for a long time, why didn't Sherlock catch those vampires who defected and got off the bus Come back, wouldn't it be dangerous to leave them outside.

Sherlock frowned seriously, "You're right, John, I shouldn't indulge them. But to be honest, I'm a little embarrassed. The reason why they ran away was because they thought I wasn't qualified to be their leader. I In their hearts, they are already a failed blood master, a useless king, I went to catch them back, it was a bit like driving ducks to the shelves, and if I did catch them back, I had to give them back in front of the rest of the people in the car. Severe punishment for defectors will put these blood races who are forced to come back into a rather embarrassing situation, and I don’t enjoy the process of torturing them, I’m still hesitating.”

"Think about how you told me about Miss Irene Adler." John Watson said softly, lest he wake up the sleeping residents upstairs.

Sherlock stopped and looked down at him, "What did I say? There are too many things I have to remember, and I have forgotten."

John Watson smiled, "You also have bad memory?"

"Yes, I am not a thick sheepskin scroll, I can write everything into my head, and I also have moments of forgetting things, and you have met them now."

John Watson smiled again. He leaned his crutch on the ground gracefully, and crossed his waist in front of him, "Let me wake you up, face-saving Holmes, you said you would rather let Miss Adler hate you, you I also don't want to see more bloodshed and sacrifices. She hates you alone, and hates you if ten people hate you. I believe that with your ability, no matter how many people hate you, you can bear it. .Don't miss the time, hurry up and grab those goddam weeds, come back, whip them, and put them back in the sheepfold, so we humans can sleep peacefully at night."

"You are so selfish, John." Sherlock smiled suddenly, "You can do anything to protect your people."

"I've heard that there is a vampire of a different race and origin than us, who would even die in order to protect human beings."

"I will bring back all these lost lambs. I must be their best shepherd. After they follow me, I can't follow others. Yes, you are right, I must quickly take them one by one. I've had countless nights, countless patience, and they can't hide from Sherlock Holmes no matter where they are."

John Watson held out his hand to him. "Shake hands, Holmes. I wish I could be your partner in these pursuits."

Sherlock put his hand in his palm and tightly overlapped with his, and John Watson's voice suddenly softened a lot. He suddenly said softly under Sherlock's nose, "No matter how many people in this world misunderstand you ...resent you...Sherlock...I will support you unconditionally and trust you completely behind you."

"Are you forcing me to hold you around this street, my John?" Sherlock said happily.

"Let the horse come here." John Watson threw himself into his arms bravely, Sherlock smiled happily, hugged his body tightly and turned around twice, then put him down, staring at him for a long time under the moonlight, That look could melt John Watson away.

"Let's go to the hotel." Sherlock said, looking at him.

John Watson froze for a moment, and repeated in his arms blankly, "What... what hotel?"

Sherlock's every pronunciation was extremely clear, he said, "Let's stay out of the car for two days, it's okay, I should take a vacation, let me find a safe place to live, I think a luxury hotel is the best Appropriate, quiet, and undisturbed, I only borrow one room, I think you should understand what I mean, you live with me."

John Watson was extremely surprised, his eyes widened stupidly, and then he didn't know how he followed Sherlock into the front door of the most luxurious hotel in the town.

He stood behind Sherlock with his head down, he could almost hear his own heartbeat, he felt that the whole world could hear his heartbeat, the beating heart was hitting his chest fiercely, oh!God!a room!two days!and Sherlock!

Sherlock stood gracefully at the front desk to check in. He used a pseudonym, and money was not a problem. Sherlock used a very educated and elegant tone, and asked for the best room in the hotel. The waiter said that their hotel had the most fluffy room in the whole of Britain. bed.

John Watson suffocated again when he heard this, he felt like he was going to be out of breath, God damn it, what is he standing here for, to dedicate himself to Sherlock later, oh no no no, John Watson needs to find a place Hold on to stand firm.

"John, what do you want to drink before going to bed? Or something to eat? I can have them delivered to the room." Sherlock turned back and asked him calmly.

John Watson raised a hand to his chest. He couldn't breathe. "I'm a little nervous. I shouldn't drink anymore."

"On the contrary, alcohol can relax your nerves." Sherlock asked the waiter for a bottle of absinthe and some food, and then smiled at John Watson, "I think you are going to faint, you Not feeling well tonight?"

John Watson thought his eyes must be absurdly staring at Sherlock. "I need a damn chair."

Under the chandelier, Sherlock's eyes shone with desire. Even though they were several steps away, John Watson could feel the warmth of wanting him as a living person in those eyes, and he felt uncertain.

Sherlock came over, put his slender fingers on John Watson's shoulder inadvertently, and pushed him forward, "Let's go to the room. After we go in, you can sit wherever you like." His voice was like wine, like Honey is fascinating.

John Watson was sweating, he knew that Sherlock would hear his heart, but John Watson couldn't control it, he couldn't let his fiery and emotional heart stop the messy daydream, if John Watson's grandma Here, you must tighten your mouth, hold your skirt, and run over ferociously, grab his ear and drag him home, and yell loudly at him for his casual style, making everyone in the streets You know, 22-year-old John Watson, John Watson who never had a girlfriend, damn it, he's still a virgin.

Sherlock turned around in surprise in front of the corridor and looked at him.

"Shut up, Sherlock, I don't care what you hear from me, just shut up and don't say a word, or I will lose my face." John Watson grumbled through his teeth.

Sherlock didn't say much, but John Watson could clearly see that the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger. John Watson had no experience, and he had mustered up a lot of courage when he was in the wing last time Only then can he let himself kneel in front of Sherlock, that scene alone is enough for him to digest till now.

They were passing through a long arcade and then up the spiral staircase, Sherlock's way up the stairs was silent, the bellboy led the way, led them to the room on the fourth floor, opened the door for them both and lit the lights inside. After the oil lamp was lit, the waiter bowed his head and said goodbye.

Sherlock walked in first, and John Watson stood in the corridor and watched the waiter's leaving back stupidly. Suddenly, his arm was pulled hard, and he threw himself into the room. The door closed, and his face was Sherlock held it tightly, and the deep kiss made him fall into a hazy situation. The crutch in John Watson's hand fell dully on the soft carpet, and he felt himself spinning around in the air. Sherlock hugged Him, that kiss never left him, John Watson reached out and grabbed his collar firmly to prevent himself from falling, Sherlock took off his long coat, John Watson let go of the coat, his body couldn't keep Balancing, falling backwards, Sherlock supported his back again, smiling at him.

John Watson grumbled, "Are you in a hurry?"

Sherlock nodded, and he put his enchantingly beautiful lips next to John Watson's ear, "I've wanted you for a long time."

Damn, these words completely made John Watson unable to think, he didn't even know how he was lying on the bed, he was lying there like a powerless prisoner of war, Sherlock stood by the bed, He unbuttoned his suit jacket and stared intently at John Watson.

"Oh shit..." John Hua looked at him panting, "I...I haven't, never been with anyone..."

"I know." Sherlock threw his coat into the air, and the clothes fell to the ground like a large feather, and then he lay on his side, looking at him without blinking, "Don't be afraid, I won't let you It hurts too much."

"Won't...it hurts too much?" John Watson blinked at him innocently, full of doubts, he felt that he was on fire and had to burn to death in front of Sherlock's eyes.

Sherlock raised his slender finger and placed it on John Watson's forehead, "You're sweating." He moved his finger down, stroked his nose and his lips, and unbuttoned his coat, then His fingers continued to slide down, slid across his chest, and drifted straight to John Watson's lower abdomen. He laughed, then spread his palms, and then went down, his fingers wrapped like ice through his trousers. Private//, aroused goosebumps all over John Watson.

John Watson turned to look at him, Sherlock also stared at him, he said, "John, your body temperature is so high, you seem to be born from the fire."

John Watson felt his mouth was dry, and rubbed his fingers, he closed his eyes involuntarily, and accepted the tongue kiss from Sherlock again. During the kiss, his clothes were gradually taken off, and Sherlock's sharp nails Passing across his naked//naked flesh, John Watson let out a joyful voice amidst the sneaky threat, his shirt was unbuttoned, and he spread his hands weakly in front of Sherlock, his chest heaving violently , the shirt was messily layered on his shoulders as if it had been ravaged, the body was uncontrollable, trembling in Sherlock's arms, Sherlock pushed him into the bed, grabbed his nails by the waistband of his trousers, and slid down With a tug, his trousers were easily untied, and with the sound of the fabric being ripped off, John Watson's legs were unobstructed in front of his eyes, and the half boobs were clumsily shaking between his legs with the trembling of his master , with a large golden pubic hair on the soft balls, Sherlock lay beside him watching his virgin body.

John Watson felt something inside him beating him violently.

Vampires are no different from humans to some extent. Sherlock pressed against his half-naked body and sucked his carotid artery. He seemed to be eager for something to satisfy him. When Sherlock entered him John Watson felt as if he was in a dream, and a cold snake rushed into him, terrifying him, and he grabbed the bed frame and let Sherlock work on him.

He had the illusion that Sherlock had all gone in, and the stretched tightness made him at a loss, sex/love was more mysterious than he imagined, he bit his lip and endured, staring at the one with him with fiery eyes. The blood race was completely different, Sherlock licked his lips, and he said softly, "I want to go in a little more, you relax."

John Watson whimpered, "Why are you... so big..." He turned sideways and grasped the bed frame tightly, one of his calves rested on Sherlock's shoulder, and Sherlock smiled and kissed the sole of his foot , and then hugged him intimately, pushing him forward.

He immediately let out a hoarse groan, gasp, and yelled slightly following Sherlock's movements, Sherlock finally went all in, and he accepted it unscathed, Sherlock slapped him hard and focused.

The electric current of excitement swept him, making him gasp in the pillow, there was an indescribable pain, and there was joy in the pain, he was surprised to find that Sherlock's body temperature was warmed by him, and the root was cultivating in his body. He was tugged a bit, and Sherlock turned him over, holding up his little buttocks, John Watson raised his buttocks high in the mattress, and stared back at him , he thought it was good to lie down, and he was ashamed of being on all fours like a puppy.

Sherlock got on one knee behind him, got into him, slapped him, John Watson gripped the sheets, oh my god, it felt so good, some sensibilities got poked in him because of the blessed position, oh god, He was wheezing, burning, and rolling, and there was a stabbing pain on his tailbone. John Watson twisted the bed sheet in pain, and immediately looked back at him. Sherlock raised his sharp, blood-red nails in front of the tip of his nose. , His pupils instantly filled with a more fanatical desire than the last moment.

John Watson stared at the big innocent blue eyes, oh no, Sherlock accidentally scratched his skin, he might have acted too violently, and inadvertently scratched a few bloodstains on John Watson's little buttocks, John Watson felt a warm stream flowing slowly near the tailbone, it was his own blood, slowly flowing along the crevice of his buttocks, past the place where Sherlock pumped//inserted him, the blood red blood must be stained red He touched his penis and John Watson's entrance, and for a split second, he heard his own blood dripping on the sheets, making a pattering sound, in the mattress like a robbed virgin Seeing the same red.

"Sher... Sherlock..." John Watson was being shattered by the force he erupted from, "Sherlock..." He couldn't even speak completely after being hit, Sherlock suddenly pulled out completely, Leaning down behind his back, a soft, rough, and cold tongue scraped across John Watson's entire buttocks, licked his entire buttocks, and finally stuck his tongue on his scratched tailbone On his face, those lips formed a circle, sucking affectionately at the place where he was injured and bleeding.

"Damn it..." Before he finished speaking, John Watson was buried limp on the bed, his thighs were trembling constantly, and he was almost unable to kneel.

The blood kept flowing into the crevice of his buttocks, Sherlock slipped his tongue, and pressed his haughty lips against his entrance, the rough and cold tongue penetrated into his body, sucking him from behind , John Watson was trembling all over, and he could only breathe lightly for a long time, he was licked//for a long, long time, he was so soft that he was about to faint, Sherlock raised his head again, with A hoarse voice apologized to him.

"Sorry John, I'm out of control, your blood, very tempting."

Could it be more attractive than his body.

John Watson lay there with flushed cheeks, his wounds had been licked clean, and the bleeding had stopped. He shook his head, "Very...very good...just now."

Sherlock said slightly puzzled, "But my nails cut you."

"Well... bastard, can you apologize later..." John Watson couldn't look back at him, but lifted his little butt towards him expectantly, his chest was boiling hot, Sherlock showed a charming smile, and he put John Watson hugged.

In the next second, he was leaning against the wallpaper, supporting Sherlock's shoulders. The shirt hung between his arms, exposing half of his shoulder blades. Sherlock supported his thighs, pushing his huge body in and out in this position. , John Watson supported his arms and trembled violently. Suspending in the air would make him unable to find a support point, and he had to press down the weight of his entire body, which would allow Sherlock to enter very deeply and violently. He kept swinging up and down on the wall, he grabbed Sherlock's hair, lowered his head and kissed him fiercely, he kissed Sherlock's fangs, kissed Sherlock's proud cheekbones, and finally he hugged Sherlock in his arms In front of his chest, he could only shout loudly, the pleasure was more ferocious than he imagined, biting him like a beast.

His semen covered Sherlock's body, Sherlock moved him from the wall to the window, John Watson grabbed the thick curtain, knocked on the door several times, but no one answered the door, As a result, he missed the absinthe that quenched his thirst and the supper that was going to be given to him. He originally thought that he would have time to sit down and have a long conversation with Sherlock, holding a glass in his hand, sipping the light green cool drink, chatting Let's talk about Sherlock's extensive knowledge, but at present, it seems that John Watson is not free, and Sherlock is even less free.

He was dripping with sweat, and every drop of sweat made Sherlock sigh. He said that John Watson's sweat dripped on his skin like a boiling liquid, eroding him like sulfuric acid.

When John Watson was resting in the bed sheet later, he found that the vampire's semen was flowing out from behind him like a human being. Sherlock smiled and looked at him, and it gradually dawned.

He squeezed John Watson's sweaty hand, put it on his lips and kissed it, "When I am asleep, John, remember, don't make loud noises to scare me, and don't touch me, or I'll have to sleep until I sleep." Go in the closet to ensure your safety."

John Watson nodded honestly beside him. To be honest, he didn't have the strength to mess with Sherlock. He was exhausted and moved around all night. He just wanted to sleep now. Sleeping, dreaming, he hoped that there would be Sherlock's noble and mysterious figure in the dream.

The candles were extinguished, and the room was plunged into darkness under the heavy curtains.

The author has something to say:

The promised loss of selfhood is finally here ah ah ah ah [calm down]

Let's have a big fight tomorrow! ! !

In the next chapter, the surprise villain that I have been planning for a long time is about to show up!

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