Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

John Watson immediately straightened his back, unable to speak. He turned his head and looked at the high throne again. He was surprised to find that it was empty. John Watson turned his head in surprise, and a black shadow suddenly appeared from the curtain in front of him. Appeared under the curtain, and the slender figure gradually walked to the light.

John Watson is going to lose his footing, he needs a goddamn crutch!

He didn't dare to breathe too hard, and stared blankly at the man who emerged from the darkness. He was gradually covered with a layer of brilliant lights, like a silver moon, standing in front of the golden pillar, tall and young. , at most 20 years old from appearance, almost childish, tall, very thin, indescribably handsome, with black hair, smooth skin, plump lips, beautiful lip line, skin like snow, he is staring at Looking at John Watson, his misty eyes are unbelievable. John Watson seems to have seen these eyes somewhere. They are deep and hazy, tender and full of temptation. He feels that he is sinking into them. Strange power.

John Watson stared at him dazedly, finding it difficult to look away, and the other party was also staring at his face with astonishment.

John Watson's legs were weak, and he knelt down abruptly. The noble figure quickly floated over, knelt in front of him, and supported his body. John Watson noticed that the opponent's arms were trembling. He opened his eyes, Looking at this handsome face, those perfect lips were also trembling. He suddenly hugged John Watson tightly, holding him tightly with that unbelievable strength.

John Watson was already feeling very uncomfortable, and now he was about to be hugged to his chest and suffocated to death.

"Am I hallucinating?" The man hugged him enough, let go of him, held John Watson's face in his hands, and rubbed the flesh on his face with his cold fingers, John Watson saw that his fingertips were stained with pitch black , the other party smiled, and gently wiped off the dirty cinders on his face with his fingers, "John? Is it really you?"

John Watson took a deep breath in his arms, God, he had a terrible headache, like gears were twisting his brain, he felt like he was dying of pain, his head was covered with painful sweat, he was dazed looking at this man.

"Who are you..." John Watson asked hoarsely.

The other party's pupils constricted, as if he had been severely hit, and he said dejectedly, "You forgot? You have already forgotten me?" The other party looked at him sadly, "Can't you remember that I came? ?”

"Don't test me, damn it! I'm dying of a headache. I'm not in the mood to guess riddles with you. Tell me who you are!"

"This, do you remember this?" The pale face tightened his lips, he lowered his intoxicating lips, and pressed them affectionately on John Watson's lips, John Watson's eyes widened in this sudden kiss , the ice-like soft touch spread all over his body, the slender fingers passed the back of his neck, went up, plunged into his hair, and touched him, the kiss was so deep, a flexible and low-temperature tongue was wet Trembling across the seam of his lips, John Watson could only pant when he was kissed, and realized that he was going to pry his lips open.

A flying punch hit the opponent's face, John Watson jumped up, wiped his lips vigorously with the back of his hand, "Why the hell did you kiss me! Is there something wrong with you, a big man!"

Half of his face was red and swollen from the beating, and the redness was rapidly disappearing in a miraculous way. He knelt on the ground, blinked his big eyes twice, as if his self-esteem had been severely frustrated, he lowered his face in displeasure. , with mournful and angry voice, "Why can't I kiss you anymore, you are mine."

"I'm not yours! If you dare to come over and touch me again, I'll kill you!"

The black-haired man patted his crumpled robe, stood up, condensed his deep pupils, and spun John Watson's face, "John? What happened to you?"

Sherlock took a step closer to him, and John Watson took a step back, "Don't come here!" John Watson's chest was throbbing, as if a wild rabbit was churning in his chest.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, and he insisted on taking a few steps closer to John Watson, and grabbed John Watson's wrist forcefully, John Watson turned his face away, sobbing helplessly, "Jesus God, don't kiss me again gone."

Sherlock yelled at him frantically, "Stop playing, John Watson! You must be angry that I haven't looked for you for so many years, you are deliberately angry with me!"

"You..." John Watson suddenly realized that he stood in front of this man in disbelief, "Could it be that you... No, that's impossible." John Watson raised his other hand to cover his mouth, The place he kissed just now was hot, almost burning, his voice could no longer be justified, he lowered his voice hoarsely, as if he was almost dying, he was like a cat that swallowed a fur ball, hoarse Say, "...what's your name, stop messing around with me, just tell me, what's your name?"

"Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes, nice to meet you, John Watson, I haven't seen you for a few years, you've even forgotten my name, hmph, ruthless human being."

"Sherlock?" John Watson asked again. "Sherlock Holmes? Is that you? Really?"

John Watson raised his hand to cover his face. After a long time, he finally had the courage to face the reality. His hand held by Sherlock gradually clenched into a fist, "I...you...you and I...are ...Is it love...is it a lover? Are you and I a lover? Are you alive?"

Sherlock stared at him, "John? When did you stutter? Who says I'm dead? You think I'm dead? So you just forget about me?"

John Watson's free hand was still on his lips, as if he was guarding against the other party's surprise attack and kiss him again, "Listen clearly," John Watson stretched out his hand and gestured, "It's all a misunderstanding, I don't know how I got here To this goddamn shitty place, two bastard guards were chasing me, and then an unweaned brat got me here out of nowhere, this place is fucking big and I'm so tired, my brain can't think anything right now , I'm not sure if you're the real Sherlock, and you're right, I can't remember you."

Sherlock sighed melancholy in front of his eyes, "After you fell from the car...have you lost your memory?"

John Watson nodded.

"You don't remember me."

John Watson nodded again.

Sherlock looked at his side face uncomfortably, and did not speak for a long time. John Watson couldn't stand the scorching stare, his brain was in a daze, oh God, this man is so beautiful, he is better than those in the city of London. John Watson felt that he had never seen such a beautiful thing, and that it was impossible for him to be his lover and have a friendship with him, like a dream.

The treatment of John Watson was completely different from the previous moment. Not only was he no longer being chased by the guards, but he was placed in a luxurious velvet dining chair, with plates of fragrant cooked food and exquisite meals in front of him. Heaped into a mountain, the cake, John Watson had to look up in his seat to see the cream decoration on the top.

Sherlock was at the head of the table, but sat very close to him. He looked very happy, and filled a glass of fragrant rose wine for John Watson with a smile. There's arsenic or something in it.

Sherlock smiled at this, "John, you're getting smarter."

A young figure flew over from the door of the restaurant, and the little prince who suddenly appeared grinned, opened his arms and ran towards Sherlock, like a happy deer.

"father!"

John Watson looked up at this little devil's head. He looked like Sherlock was carved out of the same mold, even his arrogant expression was exactly the same. John Watson lowered his head and began to eat slowly, sawing the bone with a knife , the steak was so fragrant, even if it was poisoned, his growling stomach couldn't resist it, John Watson ran out of the house without dinner, originally decided to have dinner with Mycroft, but seeing He almost became the other party's dinner.

Sherlock put his white fingers on the little prince's head, stroking the little prince's dark curly hair. John Watson was sitting at the dining table, only to hear Sherlock whisper, "Where did you go today? My John?"

John Watson froze for a moment as he cut the food.

"I'm going to the laboratory! Dad!" The little prince hung his hands around Sherlock's neck, he pouted and muttered jealously, "Dad, why is he also called John?"

Sherlock glanced at the little prince, then turned his head, and returned his gaze to John Watson's face. He stayed there for a long time without speaking, and the atmosphere seemed very silent.

John Watson was really uncomfortable being watched. He coughed dryly from the back of his throat. This was a night like no other.

Sherlock's cheeks were clean, his skin was as white as snow, and his fingers were noble and white. Ever since he was kissed inexplicably just now, John Watson has been afraid to look directly at him.

Now that the eyes meet, John Watson finds that Sherlock's eyes are like a mist, wise and calm, everything in the world is hidden in it, John Watson can only find himself in that mist, oh my god, Xia Locke stared at him all night and never looked away.

The little prince pouted aggrievedly, snorted coldly, let go of his father, glared at John Watson angrily, and ran out lively with his two little arms.

"What's the matter with him?" John Watson wondered. "He didn't touch his dinner."

"I hope he likes you. I think he will get to know you better after a while. Maybe you and Little John can become friends."

"After a while? I don't plan to live here for a long time. What should I call you? You seem to be the king of this city."

Sherlock smiled, "John, whatever you called me before, you can call me whatever you call me now."

John Watson's chewing movement paused, and he looked at Sherlock, "I...what did I call you before? Did I call you darling or baby?"

Sherlock froze for a moment, and then he said happily, "You used to call me Sherlock like everyone else... but it doesn't matter if you want to call me that now..."

"Sherlock is fine." John Watson quickly cut off the end of the sentence. He was so stupid, how could he guess that he had called him by such a nasty name, but according to John Watson's personality, if Sherlock was his lover or What the hell big man was in his heart, whether it was dear or baby, John Watson could call it out.

"Tell me which entrance you came in from, John, when I came in before, I was swept in by the undercurrent of the river, and I floated up in the wild lake outside the city wall, and then came to this place, and then I dived I have been to the bottom of the lake several times, but there is nothing but mud at the bottom of the lake, I can only go in but not out, and I have not found any other way to get out. If there is another entrance to connect with the outside world, then my brother and I will be reunited. There is hope."

"Wait a minute, the outside world? Where is this place?"

"I guess, we are at the bottom of the sea. When you pass by outside, have you ever looked up? It's not the sky, but the crust. I think the ocean is above the crust. The ocean is a dark underground ocean, and the seawater is still covered. There is a layer of hard land, so this place should be underground."

John Watson was startled when he heard this, "How did I get into such a deep place?"

It's like the first floor of the eighteen hells.

Sherlock leaned forward, held John Watson's chin with his slender fingers, and stared at him, with unspeakable sadness in his eyes, "...John... I thought that when I went out, I would have already I can't see you again, you have died in peace. Seeing that you are still alive and doing well, you are thinner, and this is more." His fingers caressed the wrinkled corners of John Wah's eyes and his He stretched out his hand to touch his bangs, and let John Watson's hair slip through his fingers, as if feeling the seductive touch and luster of this golden hair for a long time.

"It's my blessing to meet you again, and I'm so grateful."

John Watson's mouth was full of food, and his cheeks were bulging in front of his eyes. He turned his face slightly to avoid Sherlock's overly intimate touch, "Sher... Sherlock, to be honest, I can't remember what happened to us before ... But for me, at present, I have known you for less than 3 hours, I think... can we... keep a little distance."

Sherlock pursed his lips. He lowered his hands and looked back, "Yes, I was rude. I'm sorry John, I made you feel uncomfortable, I will pay attention."

Sherlock changed the subject and said, "My brother is after you?"

"I think so, there is murderous intent in his eyes." John Watson thought of the looming fangs, the blade-like claws, and the scarlet eyes under the moonlight, and couldn't help but shudder, "Yes, I'm sure He wants to kill me, to disembowel me," John Watson looked at Sherlock's perfect face vigilantly at this point, "You are the same, right, Sherlock, you are also a so-called blood race, you and Vampires are alike."

"My brother and I are what you call vampires, vampires, vampires, zombies, and undead. They are all the same kind in your human understanding. Although the vampires are somewhat different from the legends, the meaning is not much different, but My people all despise the term vampire, it sounds like it belittles our identity, which is ridiculous, no matter how you change the name, bloodthirsty will always be bloodthirsty, and beasts will always be beasts."

John Watson took a sip of his wine, "But you are different from your brother. I think you... are more like a human being than a vampire. Your eyes... are not those of a beast, and there is nothing evil about you." John Watson licked his greasy lips, wiped them with a napkin, and watched his new and old friends across the table.

Sherlock's eyes are indeed different. There is no look of fear in John Watson. On the contrary, Sherlock's eyes are extraordinarily... affectionate.

"John, there are so many things I want to talk to you, I want to talk to you endlessly all night, but it seems that you need a hot bath, your arm needs to be bandaged, and there is still time." There are many." Sherlock stood up and looked down at him. Sherlock was not handsome enough to describe him. He was very beautiful, and the position of his facial features was just right. He looked at John Watson and raised his hand just as he was about to put it on him. On the hair, Sherlock held back, he withdrew his hand, and said awkwardly, "I'll take you to the bath, John."

John Watson supported the table and stood up. Sherlock turned around and a black walnut cane appeared from behind. John Watson looked at the cane in amazement. He took it, and the familiar feel made his arms tremble Startled, John Watson held the crutch tightly with his palm, and caught a glimpse of the engraving on the crutch, which happened to be his initials. Sherlock didn't seem to need a crutch at all, but he kept it. John Watson suddenly felt very distressed and sad. He raised his head, and it took a lot of effort to prevent himself from making a strange whimper, "Sherlock...we were...really close before, weren't we? so?"

Sherlock just smiled softly, "Don't force yourself, John, seeing you alive is enough for me."

In front of this overly warm smile, John Watson felt that his willpower was constantly weakening. He nodded softly and followed behind Sherlock. Sherlock was wearing a white robe, elegant and luxurious. After picking up the maid, he personally led John Watson to the bathing pool, pushed open the golden door, and a luxurious steaming hot spring was displayed on the towering steps. John Watson stood blankly at the door and looked at this house, which was similar to his house. The size of the bath, oh my god, he is really in a real palace.

"John, do you want me to get some maids to help you? Or a manservant?"

"No, it's not necessary at all, I'll do it alone, I'll do it alone."

"Then, after you take a shower, go to your room to rest." He said softly.

"Thank you." John Watson nodded again, and he swore that if Sherlock continued to stare at him with such a sweet tone and gaze, John Watson's legs would go limp and he would melt on his back.

The door of the bathing pool was closed, leaving John Watson alone by the empty pool. It was so big, and it was full of golden lights. It was so beautiful. John Watson turned his little head to look around. He walked up the steps and knelt down. I tested the water temperature with my hand, it was a bit hot, but it would be very comfortable after soaking.

John Watson took off his shoes and clothes and folded them neatly aside. He looked back at his clothes and thought his obsessive obsessive obsession with neatness was a bit funny. After that, he knelt by the pool and splashed water on his head with a wooden basin. On the ground, hot water poured down, pouring water on his body, and the wound on his arm was burning hot because of it, he turned his head to look at the scratch, fortunately, no bones were hurt, he washed the dust off his body, and slowly Slowly propped his arms and slid into the water, and put the hot towel on his forehead, he let out a long, pleasant sigh.

The mist curled up, and John Watson's sigh echoed in the bath. He was so soaked that he almost dozed off. A clock would do, and he felt that it must be almost dawn on the dome, and beyond, on the moonlit land.

There were dry towels and a set of silk nightgowns on the shelf under the steps. John Watson dried his hair with the towel, picked up the bathrobe and smelled it, it seemed to have been washed with flower petal pulp, and it was pleasantly fragrant. Put on a nightgown, fasten the belt, and put on buttoned overshoes, and all it takes is a stool to put him to sleep.

The maids at the entrance of the bath lowered their heads and led the way. John Watson walked forward on crutches. He found that these maids not only walked silently like Mycroft, but also had no shadows. Looking up at the gorgeous lights on the top of the corridor, the small glass balls were shining golden. He was taken to a resplendent dormitory. The golden curtains hung down from the high painted ceiling and dragged on the ground. John Watson walked around the curtains and stared dumbfounded at an unbelievably large bed.

This is a giant's bed.

He thought to himself that he slept on it like a little one.

The others retreated quietly. John Watson kicked off his shoes, threw the crutches aside, happily climbed onto the bed, and lay on his back in a big shape. Wow, it was so comfortable. The mattress was so soft. It was full of elasticity, like sleeping in feathers or on clouds. He closed his heavy eyes and smiled unconsciously at the corners of his mouth. It's very unfortunate, but I didn't expect him to get this kind of treatment.

Sherlock, Sherlock, how on earth did John Watson know him?He had too many questions to answer, but the most important one right now was what should he do with Sherlock Holmes.

Also, what happened to the train that experienced such a tragedy? The train almost fell apart, exuding the breath of death. It seemed that many people had died. Sherlock, Sherlock, what kind of person is he? ?Even after meeting him in person, John Watson still had doubts about him.

John Watson murmured Sherlock's name repeatedly in his heart. He was really beautiful, his fingers looked agile and elegant, and his flawless face was always suffocating. John Watson was lying on the mattress, He couldn't help sighing secretly in his heart, he really wanted to stare at Sherlock, but he felt it was dangerous to do so.

Staring at that face for too long had consequences beyond John Watson's control.

He fell into a deep sleep, and he was not sure whether he had slept for an hour or two hours. He turned around on the soft bed, and the light outside the window made him feel a little dazzling. Outside was the city of the sea of ​​lights, those The colorful streets seem to never extinguish the brilliant lights.John Watson opened his eyelids sleepily, and a slender figure stood beside his bed, overlooking his sleeping form condescendingly. Under the light of those lights, the white nightgown seemed to be covered with the brilliance of a crescent moon. , John Watson looked at him dimly.

Was he dreaming, he was dreaming of Sherlock.

The surrounding area was very quiet, this pale ghost just stood quietly beside his bed, under the curly black hair, those eyes engulfed all the surrounding scenery, John Watson felt that the outside world had disappeared before his eyes Only a tall man named Sherlock Holmes was left. John Watson turned around on the mattress and lay on his back. flash.

John Watson huddled under the quilt, looking at him, unable to speak any complete language in his throat, Sherlock slowly bent his body towards him, with his hands on both sides of John Watson's body, John Watson's close-up Looking at his face, this noble and proud man has a moving smile on his face, thick curly black hair, and misty eyes that make people feel swaying. He has never seen such a proud and wise man. Face.

"Sherlock...?"

"Hush..." Sherlock sighed softly, and kissed his forehead, which was unbelievably cold and palpitatingly soft, John Watson closed his eyes immediately, and his cheeks were hot.

Later, when he opened his eyes again, only the golden ornate curtain remained in the room, and the haughty figure was still there for a second, and evaporated like smoke. Is a dream is true.

Silently stroking the golden key hanging around his neck, he finally fell asleep slowly with an unspeakable mood.

The author has something to say:

The stalk about Xiao Xia also losing her memory is actually very funny

Then the two met and kept asking each other

Xiaoxia: Who are you, Huahua?

Xiao Hua: Who are you bastard?

Xiao Xia: I don’t remember the first night

Xiaohua: I don’t remember either

Author: You are all pretending to have amnesia

Some children's shoes said that they hope the author will continue with the 8th letter. Enen, I heard you speak so loudly.

It is true that Fuhua can write without the 26th letter of the 8 letters. The 8th letter is the purpose

When I predicted that the following plot will be very bloody (in short, you are ready