Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

John Watson looked nervously at the shrinking and rotating black hole in front of him, like a quiet gate to hell. He lost his voice for a moment, his throat was so hoarse that he could not scream. He squatted under the mountain wall, behind him was a There was a huge pile of coal, and he desperately waved his hands behind him, shouting intermittently, "Xia... Sherlock... come quickly."

A few seconds later, Sherlock flashed silently beside him from a distance, staring at the disappearing hole, Sherlock stretched out his hand, and touched the surface of the black vortex, a strong electric current passed through Sherlock's arm, Shocking his whole body backwards, Sherlock fell to the ground, John Watson ran to help him up, Sherlock struggled to get up, pushed John Watson away, crawled over with all fours, and put his hand into the hole again. In the black hole, there were a few strong electric currents, Sherlock was thrown to the bottom of the coal pile, and the charcoal balls rolled down one after another, rolling around on the ground, Sherlock frowned in pain.

John Watson gritted his teeth, "Let me try..."

"No! John!" Sherlock turned over anxiously, jumped over, squatted beside him, grabbed John Watson's outstretched arm, and prevented him from touching it.

"Let me try! This is where I come in! If I can get in here, I can get out!"

"Stop John! It's dangerous! There's electricity!"

"I'm not afraid!"

"John!" Sherlock yelled furiously at his face, and then opened his sleeves. John Watson was surprised to see that the blood vessels on Sherlock's white arms turned purple, and the capillaries burst open. , pinches of blood scars ooze from the pores, and there is a layer of redness and swelling on the surface of the skin that was burned by the electric current.

John Hua looked at his injured arm panting, and the two of them stood here helplessly. After a while, before they had time to think about the next step, the entrance in front of them gradually became smaller, and finally disappeared like smoke on the flat mountain wall.

John Watson knelt on the ground, and stretched out his hands unwillingly to grope on the mountain wall, "No, no, no, don't go...don't disappear...no..." John Watson slammed the empty mountain hard Bi said angrily, "Damn it, I'm going to die of old age here."

"With me here, John..."

"So what!" John Watson reproached him angrily, turning his head, "Get away from me, you bloody vampire! I shouldn't be here, you understand! There are vampires everywhere! There are vampires everywhere! Yes! Even if you don't suck human blood, you... are different from me!" John Watson grabbed his crutches and stood up angrily. He limped out of the power plant, and a few coal balls slipped under his feet. , John Watson fell back, and Sherlock appeared behind him like a ghost, raising his arms to hug him.

John Watson pushed him away angrily, and tried to stand still, "I've had enough! Who do you think you are! Every time you look at me, it's like I'm yours! I'm not yours! Damn it I can’t see the sun all day, I don’t even have stars, so much gold, so much grandeur! This is not my world! I hate this place! I fucking hate this place!” John Watson snarled in a rough voice, went outside, passed through the barbed wire, and kicked the damn narrow metal passage.

Standing outside the power plant, John Watson raised his head and stared at the dark sky that could not be seen from the top. The city was very huge, the streets were very prosperous, full of life, bustling, and brightly lit. All he could see was a small The little golden corner, he stood here despondently, not knowing where he should go.

He turned his head and stared at Sherlock Holmes, "What are you doing following?"

Sherlock walked over like a child who had been scolded, with his head down, "I'll take you for a walk around the city to relax..."

"No! I don't want to go! I don't want to walk in front of those nasty vampires! They look at me like your brother looks at me! Those eyes look down on me and want to eat me. To put it bluntly, vampires They are vampires, human beings are human beings, there will never be a possibility of equal status and peaceful coexistence!"

"John, calm down."

"I can't fucking calm down in this damn place." John Watson slammed his cane on the ground, "I want to go home!"

"I know……"

"You don't know, you don't understand at all, this is your territory, you have such a big palace! You have a son! There are your people here! You won't understand my feelings!"

John Watson's arm was tugged by him, and Sherlock stared at him slightly sternly with those misty eyes, "Be obedient, John, trust me, I will let you out, no matter what, I will let you out, To get you home and to get back to your life."

"My damn life..." John Watson gritted his teeth and said with red eyes, "I'm like a walking corpse. After I lost my memory, my whole life was ruined. I met people I didn't know every day, and I lived every day. My life is very strange, including you, you just appeared so suddenly... Your brother said that I am your only friend, and you are my lover, the person I love the most, I admit that the moment I saw you My face is inexplicably sad, just like I have let you down and abandoned you, what have I done to you? Sherlock? I want to restore my memory, I want to know what I have experienced and what my childhood was like , what kind of person am I, I want to come back, these memories are obviously mine, it just disappeared, all of them disappeared, just like the entrance, it disappeared in the blink of an eye, you won’t I understand, it’s not you who lost your memory!”

Sherlock suddenly became serious, "John, cheer up."

John Watson raised his head firmly in front of him, "I'm very cheered up, that's why I can survive these 13 years, I can't live up and down, I'm not happy, but I'm still alive."

Sherlock wanted to raise his hand to touch his hair, but his hand froze when he raised it to the side, John Watson looked at his raised hand towards him, shook his head slowly, and said, "Forget it, Sherlock... ...you can't help me."

He went back to his terribly extravagant room, lying on the feather bed that was so soft that his heart was broken, and he thought of Sherlock's expression outside the power plant again and again, that expression was like a person who had been greatly wronged , Thinking of this, John Watson had a heart-piercing headache. He turned around in the bed, moaning/groaning in pain.

This is not the first time he has experienced this kind of paroxysmal headache, how many nights he has endured this kind of pain and slowly survived the long lonely night.

John Watson woke up and sat on the balcony railing in his nightgown. He was very tired today and didn't want to run around the power plant. He was heartbroken by the vortex entrance that abandoned him, and he was a little desperate.

The little prince watched him from behind the pillar with his hands behind his back. John Watson narrowed his eyes when he saw him, "Little devil, don't peek at me."

Wearing overalls, the little prince came out from behind the pillar biting his lips, stood in front of him, and looked at him curiously, "Why are you also called John?" on the questions he answered.

John Watson snorted, "How do I know? You have to ask your superior father."

"Why aren't you with my dad today? You are together every day, why aren't you together today?"

"Why do I have to be with him every day, why?"

"Huh? Why? But you keep calling his name in your heart."

"Damn it! Stop reading my mind!" John Watson slammed his cane hard.

"What's the matter with your leg? Are you hurt?"

John Watson didn't want to answer his question, but the word injury broke into his mind, and John Watson thought, how is the electric burn on Sherlock's arm now?It must have been very painful, but Sherlock's ability to tolerate pain simply impressed John Watson, and he seemed to be a very powerful character.

"You're thinking about my father again," the little prince took two steps forward, turned around suddenly, ran to John Watson, and said in a low voice, "I know that black hole, I followed you secretly and saw all After that, my dad actually drew a voltage device on his notes, which can transfer charges, and I think that black hole will appear again next time, you can remind him about the notes.”

"Why don't you remind him? Do you have to let me come?"

The little prince's smile suddenly became more gloomy, and he said, "That device is not an ordinary physical device, it is a kind of complex and ancient alchemy, my father almost blacked out that page of drawing paper, but I still I can see some handwriting. I think it is very interesting, because the material needs to use human blood, a lot of human blood. When I mention this, my father gets angry. You and Dad are very close. I can see that if it were you For sure, he won't be angry."

After the little prince finished speaking very suggestively, he opened his arms and ran away like a deer.

John Watson sat alone on the balcony for a long time, human blood?A lot of human blood?In the power plant, there are indeed a large number of humans working hard for the blood race and making contributions, and human blood is not difficult to obtain.

No, he didn't want to sacrifice a bunch of human beings for his own selfishness. John Watson turned the crutch in his hand, and his heart was full of melancholy.

When Sherlock suddenly appeared from the shadows, John Watson was already used to his weird and frightening way of appearing. This time he sat calmly in his place, waiting for Sherlock to approach him quietly.

Standing in front of him, Sherlock's face was enveloped by the lights of the city, beautiful and flawless. He set his eyes heavily on John Watson's eyes, and John Watson felt that there were countless thoughts in his eyes.

John Watson assumed the posture of a doctor, patted the seat beside him, and let Sherlock sit side by side with him. Sherlock showed an innocent smile, which was full of happiness. He sat down, and John Watson lifted his Sleeves, check his arms.

"My God, everything is all right." John Watson grabbed his arm and looked at it repeatedly, stroking the skin on it. It was smooth and white, without a trace of blood.

John Watson raised his head and looked at him. He seemed to see something in Sherlock's eyes. The hot love flashed and disappeared, and then gradually rekindled. Enthusiasm, Sherlock is like a wild animal on a chain in his eyes, his expression at the moment is so fanatical, but he is trying to suppress it, John Watson felt for a moment that Sherlock wanted to get him.

Very eager to get him.

John Watson felt that the staring time was too long, and he couldn't breathe. He slowly moved his eyes away from Sherlock's eyes, which were filled with the power of burning love. He was burning, and John Watson couldn't help it. Do not avoid the burning gaze.

Sherlock leaned over, lifted his chin, and asked softly, "Although the timing is inappropriate...but I do want to kiss you. I have been patient for a month, and I can't control it anymore, John , allow me to kiss you, will you?"

"God..." John Watson's face was held in the palm of his hand, and he whimpered incessantly, and then he couldn't move, God, Sherlock is so beautiful, there is a bright light flowing in that black hair, and his eyes are so beautiful. With strong passion, Sherlock's lips were bright red, and John Watson's heart beat for a while, God, he couldn't hide this time.

John Watson closed his eyes.

When Sherlock pressed his lips against his mouth, he subconsciously raised a hand to grab the unruly curly hair. He raised his head, bearing the soft and cold lips, and a sharp touch scraped across his lips , John Watson's whole body was trembling violently, it was Sherlock's sharp teeth, his lips were pried open under this sharp touch, and the tongue with deep love gently licked his palate/ Come on, John Watson raised his other hand and hung his arms around his neck.

Sherlock hugged his thighs and stood up straight. John Watson had no choice but to draw his feet and hang on him, indulging in this kiss. There was an indescribable familiarity on those lips, and his heart It has been in the rhythm of tightening and speeding up.

Breathing became more and more difficult, John Watson gasped in his arms as if he was suffocating, his eyes turned for a while, and he found himself being carried into the room, oh no, John Watson hugged his shoulders tightly, still hesitating in his heart Don't push him away right away.

The straps of the nightgown were loosened on him, John Watson's collar fell between his arms, and his thighs were exposed through the hem of the nightgown that was parted. Sherlock kissed him and pressed him down. bed.

John Watson was holding his hands under his hands, crying in his heart, God, what the hell is he doing, he has no resistance in front of the king of this underground country, he doesn't want to really kick Sherlock away, get along with him for so many days , his affection for Sherlock grew day by day.

It's like a dream, wonderful and mysterious, Sherlock is so beautiful, like the moon, John Watson is hugging his back, Sherlock is licking his neck, just in the shape of his cross There is the scar.

"I gave you this scar."

"G……?"

Sherlock raised his hand to stroke his bangs, and said softly, "You often have a headache when you sleep recently..."

"how do you know……"

"I'm right outside your door, every night, and I hear your cry of pain."

"You're going too far."

Sherlock pressed his lips to his again, blocking his accusation, John Watson was trembling and hot, he was moved by this strange kiss, he felt Sherlock's love for him, and his heart was spinning. Looking back, his thoughts were twisted into a ball, mixed with doubts, anger and guilt. This deep love was almost unbearable for him, making him feel that there was nothing to reciprocate, and there was an unspeakable guilt.

His soft tongue passed two dangerously sharp teeth and almost got cut, John Watson was panting hot and writhing, the nightgown was unraveled on his body, he was wearing nothing underneath, and Sherlock was sucking on his nipples ,John Watson grabs the sheet instantly, God, how cold is that tongue, the opposite of John Watson's high temperature, his nipples are gradually standing up in the air, he feels that if this is a dream, it is too real Yes, the truth is unbelievable.

This is real.

A tremor-like current of excitement hit his body again, John Watson gasped heavily, Sherlock was licking his private parts through the fabric of the nightgown, his simple and thick toes curled up happily, John Watson Biting his lips to avoid making strange noises, but he would always tremble a few short moans inadvertently in his throat, and those moans were moans of pleasure. Suddenly, John Watson felt A sharp nail scratched his inner thigh, the sharpness was extremely dangerous, almost scratching his fragile skin, his legs were suddenly lifted up by someone, and then the person separated him.

John Watson seemed to be ripe, and he was about to boil. He was surprised to find that he was watched by Sherlock with his legs apart. Sherlock smiled and looked at him for a long time. This possessive gaze made people unable to look directly at him. , Immediately afterwards, an unprepared blow hit John Watson's back//court, the unimaginable coldness and hardness made John Watson grab the bed sheet in pain, his whole body convulsed as if he had been shocked by an electric shock Incessantly, his legs trembled, and his dull and tired brain finally reacted at this moment—he was going to lose his body!

But it was too late, when he cried out in surprise, Sherlock was flipping him with a huge tortoise//head, pushing in, John Watson felt the strange feeling of being stretched, and he cried out, "Let go I!"

Sherlock was lying on top of him with a third of his penis stuck inside him. He obeyed John Watson's order and stopped, tilting his head to look at him. "What's wrong? John?"

"What's wrong?" John Wah was so angry that he wanted to smother him with a pillow, "Where? Where? No? Right? Who's going to allow you... Just hug me to the bed like this, you obviously meant to kiss me at the beginning That's all right, how can you do this without even saying hello?"

Sherlock frowned as if he couldn't help it, and pushed forward. John Watson felt his body was filled, and he squeezed him tremblingly, crying, "Fuck you, you all come in It's..."

"Not yet..." Sherlock growled in a low voice, and continued to push him forward. John Watson grabbed the shirt fabric on his back, with painful tears on his eyelashes, and his legs were also resting on Sherlock's back. On his graceful back, he curled up on Sherlock, like a frightened koala.

A calm, obscene slap reminded him that this time, Sherlock was really all in.

John Watson looked at him, and Sherlock looked at him in the same way, and then Sherlock began to wiggle his hips cleverly, pushing John Watson with his penis one after another, making his body bump on the mattress , the speed was very slow at first, but the strength was great, and the sound of slapping could be heard every time. John Watson lay under him, raised a hand and bit between his lips, regretting that he hadn't lost him in the first one. Kick Sherlock Holmes away during the wet kiss of thinking ability.

Unexpectedly, he was slowly inserted hard.

His erection swayed just below his belly button, slapping his belly, and John Watson elicited a rush of pleasure, and he cried out again, waiting until he came back from the pleasure to reality Come on, he gasped, glaring at Sherlock, "I didn't fucking give you permission to do this."

Sherlock smiled, his body moved sexyly above his gaze, "But you didn't refuse either."

"I thought you just wanted a kiss!"

"What I want is not just a kiss, but you, the whole, the whole, do you miss me, John, these 13 years, I miss you very much, the first person I think of every day when I wake up is you, how much I want Want to go back to that night in Lancaster, in that hotel room that I will never forget, just like now, you are so lovely."

John Watson froze for a moment, "What... wait... what did you say?"

Sherlock leaned into his ear and said, "It's not the first time we've done this. When you were the first time, I cut your little butt and made you see blood. I hope you remember."

John Watson recalled the shallow scar on his tailbone, and his cheeks were blushing hotly, "Have we...did...?"

"I said it from the beginning, my John." Sherlock gently bit his earlobe, leaving a hickey on the end of his hair, "You have long been mine."

Sherlock's slender and white hands tightly grasped his thighs, and he used all his strength under his body. He kept moving his hips and attacked John Watson. He was testing John Watson. The willpower of life, and John Watson has been defeated, moaning/groaning in this amazing force, the skin in the nightgown is red, hot, and sweating, John Watson struggled to swallow Those unbearable screams/bed sounds.

Sherlock slapped his penis hard on his buttocks, and finally he couldn't bear the soft moaning/bed sound, and he yelled hoarsely like panting, which made John Watson feel ashamed and unacceptable.

John Watson clutched the pillow in distress, now his little ass was making horny thuds, he felt angry and powerless, depressed but unable to resist, he was teetering on the verge of orgasm, but he Inside, he was still annoyed at Sherlock's goddam behavior.

"But you can't do this... I'm not ready, whether it's my body or my mind, I'm not ready to accept you, I don't care how close we were before, but now you are to me A stranger, Sherlock Holmes, you are a stranger to me..." John Watson sounded on the verge of tears.

Sherlock suddenly stared at his face silently, there seemed to be a faint flame in his gray eyes, he raised his hand, stroked John Watson's sweaty hair, and passed his fingertips over the lines on his forehead, "You have changed a little , I’m talking about your appearance, you should be 35 years old this year, you’ve matured, but inside you’re still that lovely John, tell me, have you ever had a relationship with someone else outside.”

John Watson bit his lip for a long time before admitting, "No."

"Not once?"

"You have to ask several times, and if I say no, then there is no."

"For whom do you guard yourself like jade?"

"I don't fucking guard myself like a jade, I'm just not in the mood to fall in love with those little girls, and no one is enough to attract me. After I lost my memory, I lived like a soul out of my body! Something is missing from me!"

Hearing this, Sherlock flashed a distressed expression, but soon, the sad expression was fleeting, and he turned his lips up in satisfaction, "My John is so cute..." He said, Push John Watson's body and turn him over.

John Watson was lying sideways on the edge of the bed, grasping the edge of the bed with both hands, one leg was put on the shoulder by Sherlock, and his nightgown was draped over his body, but if he was wearing it, he was not wearing it. To be seen lightly.

His back was covered with sweat, and the pain of being separated at the beginning gradually became accustomed to the intense friction, only to hear Sherlock's pumping/thrusting speed continue to increase, and his hardness came in and out violently behind John Watson, John Watson His body was on his side, his trembling arms were about to lose his grip, and there were moans in his throat, as if he would be shaken to pieces at any moment, that damned bastard dragged a huge penis that made him want to die The stem, rotating and piercing in his body, was faster than the last second, snapping, snapping, and the majestic double balls slapped fiercely on his plump buttocks, John Watson was trembling, Sherlock passed The low body temperature was gradually warmed by him, and at the same time, Sherlock became more and more excited, rushing towards John Watson with an unprecedented thrust.

John Watson felt that he was going to pass out from being played by him.

He gasped in a low voice as if weeping on the mattress, panting non-stop, with one leg still on Sherlock's shoulder, he swayed and looked at Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock's arrogant misty eyes He was also staring at him, his eyes were full of love and pampering, but the violent movements never stopped. He worked so hard on him. In an instant, John Watson's lungs contracted, his breathing stopped, and he had an orgasm About to sweep him over, John Watson tensed all his muscles, welcoming the ferocious peak of bliss, he was almost howling, trembling like a tortured person, a cloud of milky white liquid sprayed out from his body, splashing frantically On the bed sheet, Sherlock slowed down slowly, his penis slowly opened his convulsing pink flesh petals, John Watson groaned softly in the aftermath of this gentle orgasm /Gan, he blushed and buried himself in the bed sheet, he just went to a place that was too beautiful to describe, this time, how can he justly settle the score with Sherlock.

Until Sherlock ends.

He//after ejaculation he makes the last couple of longing/thrusts/thrusts, then slides the weakened//dick out from behind John Watson, and Sherlock, breathing heavily, lies in his arms, contented Smiling, this smile is full of sweetness, he looked up at John Watson, John Watson was like a bride who was raped in the bridal chamber, his expression was very wronged, his hands were trembling, and he slowly tightened his body He pushed away Sherlock's arms and turned aside. Just as John Watson climbed out of the bed, he immediately knelt on the carpet without his crutches. A stream of slippery liquid flowed from behind him and spread on his thighs .

John Watson whimpered because of this, his legs trembled violently, he turned his head and stared fiercely at Sherlock, "I didn't promise you to treat me like this, I didn't promise."

"You agreed in your heart."

"I didn't fucking say it, and it's nothing if I don't say it, it's just a goddamn idea that didn't take shape."

Sherlock jumped out of bed nimbly, and also knelt down beside him, like coaxing a child, raised one hand and placed it on John Watson's head, "John, you just made me very happy, I only have time with you You can only feel my real existence when you are together, and I promise that I will definitely let you go back to the outside world. This ground must make you very uncomfortable, why don’t you lie back on the bed and let me cover you with the quilt.”

Gritting his teeth, John Watson was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "I want to take a bath, it's sticky..."

Sherlock smiled. He stretched out his arms and hugged John Watson horizontally, "Let me take you to the bath."

As they passed the corridor like this, the servants all lowered their heads and sniggered. John Watson wanted to cover his face with his hands, but he just pretended not to see these teasing smiles in Sherlock's arms.

When he was soaking in the bathtub, Sherlock was close behind him, and he asked gently, "This time, I'm asking for your opinion, I want to fuck you here, you can nod, or shake your head, but whichever you get, you get The result will be the same, because I can see through your heart, you can't refuse me."

John Watson looked back at him steaming, "Asshole...I hate you."

John Watson clutched the edge of the bath with trembling arms as the water in the bath churned because of Sherlock's movement behind him, blushing again, God, it was his frustration and depression The best thing that has happened in 13 years, great, unparalleled pleasure, worthy of all praise and admiration, when Sherlock's haughty fingers passed his cheek, John Watson was surprised to find that his nails changed long.

"Don't be afraid, John, when my lust burns, I do it, whether it's lust or blood lust, my teeth grow longer, and so do my nails, I have to be careful, and you have to be careful, lest I If you are not careful, it will cut you."

When Sherlock said this, the sharp nails rested on his back and stroked gently on his skin. John Watson swallowed nervously because of this, and immediately clamped him behind him, Sherlock hissed panting, had to slow down.

John Watson looked back at him again, Sherlock was passing his fangs with a bright red tongue, and licking his lips possessively, with a horrible look of greed and hunger, John Watson could not perceive Xia Locke. Is it John Watson's body or his blood that Locke really covets in his heart? Being with Sherlock is a test that challenges John Watson's trust and courage.

The author has something to say:

Some children's shoes think the author is so long-winded, but it's not at all (innocent face

I'm always a chatterbox, but this time it's even worse

I can only say that being a vampire is really not easy Xiaohua, you have to be considerate of your husband (come a few more times a night

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I will study reincarnation, rebirth, resurrection, soul grafting, soul community, etc., but usually I just talk about it