Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Mycroft didn't mention anything about Sherlock. John Watson only knew that he was Sherlock's brother. Apart from that, Mycroft didn't say anything more about that train. He was even more tight-lipped. After the chat, John Watson was tired of asking. He couldn't keep asking why, why, why like a little devil. He tried his best to recall what happened between Sherlock Holmes and him. The thing, Mycocroft said he was Sherlock's only friend, how bad and bad this Sherlock was, he could only make such a unique friend in his life.

John Watson shook his head, no, no, Sherlock must be a very great person to make John Watson his friend. Although he is an ordinary clinic doctor, he is not a person who makes bad friends indiscriminately, John Watson has a good vision and a strong sense of morality. The person who can talk to him must be someone who is different. So, what Lestrade said is right?Sherlock was a great man, a hero?

It's a pity that he is already dead. John Watson's heart constricted again when he thought of this.

Damn... if it reminded him of what Sherlock looked like.

John Watson slept in this decaying mansion that night. His candle was always burning and refused to blow out. He looked at the cobwebs on the window frame and the dust on the carpet. John Watson Turned around in the musty quilt, the wind and rain were blowing outside, and even tree trunks could be uprooted.

He closed his eyes tiredly, and a thunderclap woke him up in the middle of the night. John Watson looked at the white lightning flashing outside the window. He sat up from the bed and couldn't sleep anymore. He held the candlestick and took his crutches Walking out, he was wearing a pajamas and his own coat. John Watson was shivering from the cold in the cold autumn season. He stepped on the carpet with bare feet, trying to minimize the sound of the crutches, for fear of waking him up. Entering his master in the house, he slowly advanced down the dark corridor, he wanted to take a walk and breathe some fresh air.

He stood on the stairs, a gust of wind blew out his candle, John Watson angrily put the candlestick on the low cabinet, he walked quietly to the spiral staircase, hung his crutch on the wooden handrail, looked down , below is the living room, John Watson suddenly raised a hand to cover his panting.

In the living room far away from him, two naked/naked men crowded together on a spacious sofa, and a weak candle was lit on the table.

John Watson squatted down and looked at them through the railing. From his condescending angle, it was clear that Mycroft was pressing on his servant intimately, sucking Lestrade's neck with his lips. , a thread-like stream of blood slipped down from Lestrade's neck, Mycroft raised his head, stuck out his bloody tongue, licked the red stream of blood, the bright red tongue passed by Lestrade Lestrade's Adam's apple, two long fangs appeared between his lips, and the fangs got stuck in Lestrade's carotid artery.

John Watson almost whimpered when he saw this, and put his hands over his mouth to keep himself from making a sound.

They were entangled together, and from time to time they heard rough and heavy groans and gasps, and there was joy in those trembling gasps. What he felt was not pain, but lust. John Watson watched for a long time before he realized that they, Being, damn, fucked.

Oh God, John Watson propped himself on the ground with all fours, and crawled back into the corridor. He crawled for a long time, then stood up, walked back to the room while holding on to the wall, he held his breath, and slowly closed the door. He closed it silently, got into the quilt in the darkness, and then began to gasp heavily, God, what did he see.

Was it a hallucination or was he dreaming, he saw Mycroft sucking his servant's blood, and he saw Mycroft spread his servant's legs on the couch, that thick dark cunt/ /The stem is pumping slowly and vigorously under him//Put Lestrade in, as if reaching the deepest part of him every time.

The slow but powerful slap, the low moan trembling with pleasure, they embraced, entangled, blood, lust, orgasm, pleasure, and terror.

John Watson felt his cheeks flushed, he raised his hand under the quilt to cover his hot face, "Oh God..." He sighed for a long time, how could two men have such... brutal sex/love, those teeth are What's going on, are those real teeth?It looks very real, John Watson thought about it for a while, is it a small tool to assist fun?Why had to bite Lestrade's skin, why?Why do you have to see blood?John Watson only felt scarlet in front of his eyes, countless scarlet.

No... Those teeth, no matter how you look at them, look real, like wild animals.

Finally, in the morning, the storm outside the window finally stopped. In the early morning, a rosy dawn appeared in the east, and the stars began to fade away. John Watson stared at the dense forest outside the window, the gray-green leaves dripping crystal clear The raindrops and dew, the diamond-like drops of water slide down the contours of the leaves, and finally fall into the grass.

John Watson had seen enough of the scenery, turned around, and put on his own clothes in a daze. He found that his crutches were missing. He remembered that he had left the crutches on the armrest. John Watson opened the door, Surprised, his crutches were erected intact opposite the door of his room, with a sticky note pressed underneath.

John Watson picked up the note nervously, and read in a low voice, "Last night's nighttime activities disturbed your rest. It is really rude. Please come back next week for my master's follow-up consultation. The door has already hired a doctor. Carriage, no need to call, the driver will take the doctor to the house properly, Lestrade."

"Night activities..." John Watson couldn't help but blush again when he read this word, he lowered his hands, damn, they found John Watson's peeping behavior, although he didn't mean it, but John Watson felt very ashamed , he could no longer look directly at their master and servant as if nothing had happened.

Rain or shine, every week, the mysterious black carriage will come to meet him in person and take him to the old house. John Watson knows that these two extraordinary people are not so stupid that he can't even see one of them. It is impossible to tell whether a person is really sick or not, but he keeps silent on this doubt.

Because Mycroft and Lestrade also had the answers he wanted, he would pretend to perform a diagnostic procedure for Mycroft at first, but later he directly omitted this cumbersome step and simply sat in the Accept Mycroft's cross-examination in the living room or study.

Mycroft is very strong, he is not suffering from any disease at all, he keeps trying to wake up the memory of John Watson, trying to get some information from him about whether Sherlock told him about the Dark City secret.

But John Watson knows nothing about Sherlock or the Dark City.

He also couldn't learn more about Sherlock from Mycroft. This mysterious gentleman who comes out at night is still wary of John Watson and doesn't let him tell too many stories. Sheng can only piece together Sherlock's fragments from scattered fragments.

It was a tall man, dark-haired, handsome, fair-skinned, with foggy eyes.

John Watson often imagines before going to bed, what kind of foggy eyes are they?

Time flies, and a few years passed in a blink of an eye.

John Watson is 28 years old. One night, he rescued a dignitary who was accidentally shot while hunting entertainment. In this year's social season, he was invited to go with the dignitary's daughter dinner party.

John Watson is changing his suit at home. He is buttoning his shirt in front of the full-length mirror in his room. John Watson leans close to the mirror and looks at the cruciform scar on his neck. It reminds him of that stormy night, McCullough Did John Watson experience what Ford did on Lestrade's neck?He shook his head quickly to drive away the shameful thought, adjusted his tie, put on his coat, and walked out on crutches.

Grandma greeted him at the top of the stairs, praised him for being so handsome, and then patted his back so hard that his lungs were almost blown out, "Silly boy, do a good job tonight, maybe you can marry someone's daughter!" came back!"

"I'm a fucking cripple and she's a millionaire's daughter."

"But your face," grandma squeezed his chubby face hard, John Watson could almost hear the sound of his jaw cracking, grandma grinned and said, "this face is terrible. It's not white, it looks like an honest face that can't lie, women like this kind of face."

John Watson broke free from his grandmother's brutal abuse and got into the carriage. The daughter in the car smiled at him gracefully, holding his arm, with a graceful posture, her slender waist slightly twisted, and pearls on her head. The skirt was also studded with pearls, and she kept looking at John Watson, who looked out of the car window uncomfortably.

When they came to the dinner party, John Watson found a glass of wine from the buffet table and drank it slowly. The daughter went to dance, and he was useless as a cripple. He swept the fruits and snacks on the plate, carried At first, I was surprised to see Mycroft and Lestrade standing under the curtain, and they were also staring at John Watson.

Why do they always like to look at him with such cannibalistic eyes.

John Watson was about to go over to greet them, but a few figures flickered back and forth in front of his eyes. John Watson found that they had disappeared from under the curtain. He turned his head and looked around, but there were no figures of them anywhere. John Watson was extremely surprised Well, those two people disappeared out of thin air like air, he held the wine glass, walked to the curtain, the window was open, John Watson poked his head out, his heart contracted violently, and almost dropped the wine glass in his hand go down.

Mycroft and Lestrade were walking leisurely under the moonlight on the grass outside with their hands behind their backs.

How did they go outside in an instant?I didn't see them coming down the stairs at all.

The whereabouts of the two of them were strange, and they often walked quietly, like ghosts, which made John Watson feel uneasy. He was patted from behind, and John Watson was so frightened that he lost his soul. He turned his head, It turned out that the daughter came back to look for him after dancing. John Watson smiled awkwardly, his voice became hoarse, "I thought it was someone else."

"Who do you think it is?"

John Watson couldn't utter a word for a moment. He turned his head and looked at the full moon outside, and suddenly felt sad. The moon was shining in the sky, and John Watson suddenly heard the sound of clicking, like the wheels of a train. Turning around like a frenzy, he turned his head, and it was the bartender shaking the ice cubes in the iron, and the ice cubes hit the metal bottle with a crackling sound, and there were no trains here.

John Watson broke out in cold sweat and said weakly, "I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well..." Leaning on crutches, he turned away from the place where he couldn't breathe. Walking on the marble floor, John Watson came to the columned corridor outside, leaning against the column and panting tiredly, he pulled out the golden key hanging from a chain from the collar of his shirt, and looked at the name in his hand.

"Sherlock..." He carefully distinguishes the strokes of the name. His mouth is dry, his palms are cold, and he is sweating constantly. He feels dizzy and dizzy, and he is about to fall to the ground and pass out. , John Watson supported the pillar and took two steps forward, as if he had been hit by a hammer suddenly, his mind went blank, he fell forward to the ground, and fell into a coma.

When he was half awake, he felt someone hugging him, the embrace was very cold, and he subconsciously grabbed the hem of that person's clothes, "Sherlock..." He kept murmuring the name, like someone who was suffering from a high fever. People who say nonsense, "Don't die, Sherlock... I need you..."

He was placed flat on the sofa, opened his eyes, and found that the person holding him was Mycroft Holmes. Other people in the dinner hall gathered around him curiously, and the faces of men and women formed a circle around him. above his blurred vision.

"Water." Lestrade's voice, and then John Watson was poured a big gulp of cold water. He coughed a few times and took a deep breath.

"Did you remember something?" Mycroft asked him anxiously, "Did you remember everything?"

John Watson closed his eyes tightly on the sofa, he felt a terrible headache, the dark red scenery quickly reversed in his mind, he found himself kneeling on the roof of a train, the wind howling, messing his hair , he sat on his knees at the end of the rear of the car, looking at the receding rails in the night sky, a bloody hand appeared next to his knees, grabbed the roof of the car, John Watson extended his arm, and held another bleeding hand The palm of his hand, the fingers were very white against the background of blood, and the touch was very cold. Just when he was about to pull the man up from under the train, his eyes brightened. John Watson opened his eyes and regained his clarity. line of sight.

He felt a heart-piercing pain inexplicably. Could it be that the person who fell under the car and was seriously injured was Sherlock?

What kind of tribulations did he and Sherlock experience?

John Watson raised his hand on the sofa, covered his forehead, and blinked his eyes.

"What do you remember?" Mycroft asked him again from the sofa.

John Watson shook his head, feeling extremely helpless, he had such a severe headache, he still couldn’t remember anything, six years had passed since the accident, and he still couldn’t remember anything like an idiot, John Watson went crazy from Sitting up on the sofa, he grabbed Mycroft by the collar and yelled in a rough voice, his eyes were on fire, and the veins on his neck were bulging, "I'm done! You're all hiding it from me! Take me Be a fool! Tell me! Who am I, Sherlock!"

Mycroft grabbed his wrist and said in a cold voice, "Well, let me tell you, listen, he is your life-and-death friend, your deepest love, he is your lover. "

Everyone around was stunned, especially John Watson. He heard someone drop a wine glass. It was the daughter. She ran out crying. John Watson was in a daze. He didn't know how he was sent out of the hall. He went out, how did he get into the carriage, and he finally returned home, lying on the bed in dinner clothes, his family members gathered around the door of his room with concern, John Watson kept the door closed and ignored those calls.

He was pinching the key, and his fingertips turned white. Sherlock was his lover, and Sherlock was dead.

Day after day passed, and John Watson was still his ordinary little doctor in his clinic.

He is 30 years old, he can be regarded as a real man, he works dedicatedly in the medical field, takes good care of each of his patients, and at the same time has to keep an eye on his account books, and now the expenses of the family are all in his hands Responsible, he has become mature and stable, and has become a man who can take on great things.

At this age, he could have married a wife and had children, but since the dinner party two years ago, people in the alleys of London have always whispered behind his back, saying that he is a man of fame and beauty, that he has no respect for women. Interesting, saying that he is widowed for a certain man. John Watson only learned about these rumors from his grandma. After receiving these gossip and rumors, grandma was so angry that she often jumped in anger in the vegetable market. For a while , John Watson was largely ignored in society.

He's lonely, but he's not as anxious about his life as his grandmother is, and he doesn't really want to get married because he's always preoccupied, because he's really thinking about someone he can't even remember, which is absurd, It's also ridiculous. A man who doesn't even know what he looks like always makes his heart hurt. Sherlock may be an extraordinary person, but as the days go by, John Watson becomes more and more concerned about this matter. More and more silent, he rarely mentioned Sherlock, and in the end never mentioned it at all.

It's just a name.He always comforts himself like this, now he has forgotten everything, he should start again, he doesn't understand why he has to go back to the top of the tree endlessly in his dream, to see the silver moon that is within reach , as if it was a very beautiful thing for him.

When the night comes, John Watson is often awakened by nightmares, and then suffers from insomnia. When he can’t fall asleep, he runs to the backyard and sits on the wicker chair with a bottle of wine or a cup of cold coffee in hand. , sometimes a piece of pie, he looked at the Milky Way dotted on the night sky, and the stars always kept him staring at them all night long.

His weight is dropping, since he lost his memory, he has not gained any weight. When he put on some clothes, he found that those clothes began to become fat. Under the stars, he had to hope that the clothes would shrink, because he could not If you fall asleep, if you can't sleep, you can't gain weight.

In addition, he has crow's feet in the corners of his eyes, and every time he looks in the mirror, he really feels like he has entered middle age.

The Milky Way under the moonlight is beautiful and soothing, flowing quietly in front of him, extending to the horizon, like a never-ending waterfall.Before he was born, the Milky Way existed, and when he died and was buried in the loess, this river of stars would continue to flow as before.

As long as he looks at the silvery starry sky, John Watson feels peaceful and peaceful. He cherishes this feeling very much. Most of the time, he can only feel tired or depressed.

He feels the passage of time in the daytime, he is growing old, he is gradually walking towards death, there is nothing more sad than this, sometimes in John Watson's view, every beautiful person in this world Things will eventually disappear.

Plus, he's very lonely.

He had no real friends in the city, and he felt himself beginning to grow numb, as he could not speak his mind when visitors came to his door.

The author has something to say:

Sure enough, after the third season, everyone has become a glass heart, and so have I.

So in the fourth season, the desire to seek reunion and live together is really too humble, not at all

In the original book, isn’t the widow again and again just to rekindle love with Xiao Xia (hey, it’s to solve the case)

I think it's almost time to meet the vampire Xiaoxia

If I don't see Xiaohua again, I will be old enough to be a grandfather