Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

He gradually woke up in Sherlock's arms, the city lights outside the terrace were bright, and he still couldn't tell the difference between day and night.

John Watson tightened his grip on the bed sheet, looked at Sherlock's sleeping face, his breathing sounded faintly, very lightly, very slowly, as if he was not breathing at all, John Watson raised his head beside the pillow A finger poked Sherlock's quiet side face.

Got no response.

John Watson was lying beside him, with a question lingering in his mind: What kind of feelings does he have for Sherlock?

Obviously, he didn't hate Sherlock, but he didn't have to develop such intimacy. The progress was too fast, and he didn't make any mental preparations at all. He didn't care what Sherlock said. In terms of relationship, he has not completely believed in Sherlock and accepted him completely.

John Watson sighed, no matter how much he argues now, it won't help. At that time, he didn't struggle to resist in the sinking of the sea of ​​desire, but he obeyed a little, because it felt very good.

John Watson raised his body slightly, looked at Sherlock with a happy expression in his sleep, and suddenly became angry. It was this bastard face that confused him!He is beautiful and elegant, and his words and deeds reveal seductive magic, especially his eyes. Once looked at, he can occupy the depths of John Watson's soul.

John Watson felt that he had an inexplicable feeling for Sherlock.

A close love-hate relationship.

He once, did he really love Sherlock Holmes?

John Watson started to feel a little headache again when he thought about the past, he stretched out his hand again and squeezed Sherlock's face, "Hey, bastard, wake up."

Sherlock lay there, as if lying in the dark, without any response, as if he didn't even need to turn over, John Watson was in a trance, dripping with cold sweat, feeling his stomach churning, Sherlock's skin was cold, which made him feel terrified, Sherlock lay beside him like a corpse in a coffin.

John Watson couldn't help swallowing, he trembled his fingers, and gently shook Sherlock Holmes' bare/naked shoulders, Sherlock seemed to be dead, motionless, John Watson took a deep nasal breath, Patting his face lightly, "Sherlock? Sherlock?" He worried that Sherlock was too intense in sex/love and the shock passed.

John Watson sat up quickly and shook him anxiously, "Sherlock! Wake up!" John Watson was very worried. He had indeed heard of cases where someone passed out in a dream and could not wake up from sleep. Once someone was trapped in an extremely terrifying nightmare, and if he did not wake up immediately, his life would be in danger. John Watson nervously raised his hand and stroked his forehead as cold as ice. Sherlock's body temperature and heartbeat were completely different from those of humans, which made him Cannot be diagnosed correctly.

Although John Watson still held grudges against him, he put Sherlock in a very important position in his heart. John Watson picked up his head and woke him up anxiously, "Sherlock! What's wrong with you? Wake up..."

Sherlock opened his eyes suddenly, his blood-red pupils were about to ooze blood, thick scarlet floated in his pupils, he watched John Watson holding him, and he quickly grabbed the doctor's wrist, with all his strength Big disbelief, John Watson couldn't resist.

Sherlock sat up sullenly, with a fierce look on his face, and he bared his teeth. John Watson felt dizzy for a while, and then he was thrown from the bed by Sherlock to the wall. John Watson bounced off the wall and fell into the carpet. Here, he was in a trance, and the dizziness of being attacked made his stomach queasy.

He raised his head with difficulty, and saw a pair of bare feet appearing in front of his eyes. Sherlock lowered his head, his red eyes seemed to tear him apart. At this second, John Watson felt that he might be killed.

Sherlock is completely naked, showing scary fangs, long hanging from his arrogant chin, his expression is dark and terrifying that John Watson has never seen before, Sherlock's pupils are bright red, and he asks in a low voice , "Why did you wake me up... What do you human beings want to do... Do you want to cut off my head, or dig out my heart..."

"No..." John Watson murmured softly, before he could stand up in time, Sherlock grabbed his arms and threw him forward again, John Watson fell under the bed, the pain took him a long time to turn around Turning around, John Watson stretched his arms and crawled backwards on the ground. Even though he was usually quite brave, at this moment, he couldn't hide his fear in front of this beast that lost its mind and had red eyes.

Sherlock spread his sharp nails like wings, and pounced like a devil. He pressed John Watson's neck, and his nails pierced deeply into the fragile skin behind his earlobe. A red trickle slowly flowed from John Watson. Watson's neck bleeds.

"God." He whimpered.

Sherlock immediately bent down, clamped John Watson's wrist firmly with a big hand, pressed his wrist to the top of his head, and imprisoned him. Sherlock sniffed his blood at close range with the tip of his nose, "I'm so hungry... You know, I've actually been hungry for hundreds of years."

"Get off me!"

"Your blood smells delicious."

Under the scarlet eyes, Sherlock showed a cruel and cruel smile. He lowered his sexy but creepy lips, trying to insert his hard fangs into John Watson's bloodstream. John Watson kept lifting Knees against his body, resisting with all his strength, Sherlock let go of his hands, and instead grabbed John Watson's dishonest legs with his sharp claws, his pale hands brushed against his sensitive inner thighs, sharp The long-fingered claws tore through the veins near his buttocks.

His lips and cold tongue swallowed John Watson's hoarse cry.

John Watson was lying on the carpet sobbing, and Sherlock buried him in his buttocks and sucked his blood. On the side of his lips, the blood flowing along the outline of his thighs and flowing into his buttocks was bright in color.Sherlock hungrily licked every inch of blood-stained skin. John Watson still had the strength to resist at first, but gradually he was only panting. Looking up, he felt both tired and dreamy, and began to feel a harbinger of pleasure coming.

Sherlock held his thigh, indulged in his inner thigh, sipping his blood with strong vitality.

The cold and rough tongue brushed him, and John Watson's fingers trembled weakly on the carpet. This was obviously a terrifying moment, but what made John Watson tremble was the hallucination-like pleasure, being touched by the vampire. When he sucked it, he felt like falling clouds, Sherlock opened his mouth, squeezed his fangs through his thigh, squeezed into his flesh, deeply pierced the blood vessels in his body, John Watson felt a burst of pain With severe tingling pain, he whispered hoarsely, feeling that the blood was rushing to his buttocks quickly and hotly, and all the blood in his body was concentrated in the blood vessels, concentrating on rushing towards Sherlock's teeth.

Soon, the tingling pain disappeared. John Watson stretched out a hand in the hazy hallucination, and rubbed Sherlock's curly hair obsessively. Extremely greedy, John Watson couldn't even hear his own panting for a while, he could only hear Sherlock's Adam's apple moving up and down, making the sound of swallowing him forcefully, like a man who has been thirsty for days in the desert traveler.

John Watson moaned softly, Sherlock pulled out his fangs, and continued to suck him with his lips, a few drops of blood flowed through his plump buttocks, and slid down to John Watson's folds , Sherlock stuck out his tongue, and licked all the blood lightly, not refusing to waste a drop, the cold tip of his tongue made his entrance very wet.

John Watson's mouth was dry, and his tongue was dryly attached to the roof of his mouth. He felt dizzy, and his hands and feet were gradually cooling down, but the pleasure in his mouth couldn't be stopped.

Sherlock roared regretfully in an instant, his lips were covered with blood, and he tried hard to redeem his sanity from between John Watson's legs. He raised his head, screamed at the ceiling, and then put Both fists fell on the carpet fiercely, and the knuckles made a crackling sound. Sherlock lay down and tore the carpet with his hard claws, "No...you are John...you are me John Watson... I can't..." Sherlock said sobbing, turned and knelt beside John Watson, looking down at his weak and bleeding face, Sherlock looked at this pale face, his eyes suddenly became stained. Sad, the scarlet in the depths of his pupils is rapidly fading away, and his fangs are returning to their original state.

"John? John?" Sherlock stopped all actions that hurt him, and called out to him distressedly.

John Watson couldn't answer, Sherlock hurriedly picked up his naked body from the carpet, put him back on the bed, helped him cover the quilt, and then rushed to the round table, quickly pulled off the cap of the crystal wine bottle, He didn't even need a cup, he lifted the huge wine bottle rudely, brought the mouth of the bottle to his lips, and drank more than half of the thick black wine inside.

Sherlock finally calmed down. He raised his hand and smashed the tabletop again in annoyance, with a look of resentment on his face. He raised his blood-stained hands in disgust, and looked at the scarlet-stained hands. The ten fingernails were slowly shortening, Sherlock was furious for a moment, and frantically swept everything on the table to the ground.

He put on a nightgown, opened the door and sternly ordered something to the servant outside.

Then back to John Watson, Sherlock sat on the edge of the mattress, held John Watson tenderly in his arms, and kissed his forehead regretfully, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Sherlock repeated over and over again Whispering, he repeatedly kissed the weak John Watson with his bright red lips stained with blood and wine.

The servants held a large cup of fresh black sheep blood on a silver tray in fear and trepidation. The blood was raw. Sherlock frowned seriously and held up the bloody cup. The blood was ordered by the servants to be slaughtered immediately. The throat of the black lamb was broken, and it flowed into the cup, still warm. He put the cup to John Watson's mouth.

John Watson struggled to resist the disgusting taste, "I don't want..." he refused wearily.

"Hey, John, this will allow you to recover your strength quickly."

"I want to vomit! I don't want blood! No!"

Sherlock ignored his protest, forcefully stuffed the cup into his mouth, and savagely poured it down his throat. John Watson coughed violently and drank it, and the overflowing blood flowed all over his neck and chest. The fishy and embarrassing bright red drink, in a big glass, was full of water. He lay in Sherlock's arms and couldn't help feeling sick. The taste was disgusting. He thought blood was the most disgusting thing in the world. How could anyone Obsessed with this stuff.

John Watson rested quietly in his arms. Sherlock waved away the servant and stayed alone with him in the room. He gently stroked John Watson's back with his palm, and said guiltily, " I forgot to remind you, I'm sorry John, I should never have slept next to you, I never deserved to sleep next to you, I've always had a terrible bestiality, I don't deserve to sleep in your bed, sorry, my John, Let you go through this terrible thing again, I once said that I would never drink your blood again, but I broke my promise..." Sherlock said hoarsely, "I'm sorry."

I don't know how long it took, but John Watson felt much better, his body began to warm up, the intense dizziness gradually dissipated, his fingers gained some strength, and his throat no longer felt dry. Locke's eyes were full of fear.

"You can't die, my John, especially not by my hands." Sherlock hugged him tightly, his arms tightened again.

John Watson suddenly wanted to forgive him, wanted to comfort him and said it was okay, but he could only blink his eyes, the bitter taste spread in his mouth, he leaned silently in Sherlock's arms, and realized that he and Sherlock, It is impossible to really be together, they have different origins, different types, different races, their habits and powers are very different, no matter how human-like Sherlock looks, he is still a vampire from beginning to end.

John Watson slowly closed his eyes, rested, and fell asleep.

He slept for a full 24 hours. When he woke up again, he found that he had been changed into a neat set of pajamas, the sticky blood on his body had been cleaned up, and he had a tourniquet bandage on his thigh and a piece on his neck. Medicinal cotton gauze.

John Watson sat up from the bed in pain, raised his hands and rubbed his face, his mouth was full of the taste of blood, he suspected that he was drowsy with a lot of messy animal blood on the way to sleep.

He felt nauseous and wanted to rinse his mouth. John Watson grabbed the crutch beside the bed and fell down as soon as he stood up. He braced his body firmly and headed for the luxurious bathroom. He washed the fishy smell in his mouth with clean water. Then he looked at the wine on the table. The red color of the wine made him uncomfortable, but John Watson wanted to drink, so he temporarily gave up the idea.

He put on a thicker coat over his pajamas, and the servant led him to Sherlock's study, where Sherlock was waiting in the king's luxurious floor-sweeping white robes, holding a hand-drawn map of the Dark City he.

His foggy eyes stayed on John Watson's face for a long time, as if he was quietly checking his complexion.

"Do you like liqueur?" Sherlock immediately read the subtext in his heart. He reached out and poured a glass of clear wine on the wine cabinet, holding it in front of John Watson.

John Watson said thank you, took it, and finished it in one bite. He found a sofa and sat down, and the servant immediately brought egg rolls, roast meat and pies.

"This city is beautiful." Sherlock seemed determined not to mention yesterday's accident. He stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the glorious scene outside. There was a strange uneasiness in his voice, and he was burying his head in the egg roll. Creamed John Watson couldn't help but glance up at him.

"John, what do you think of this city?"

"It's beautiful, full of gold and lights, it's different from any city I've ever seen, it's a bit like... well, maybe a bit like America, I haven't been to America, but I've seen it in pictures, it's very beautiful Prosperity, prosperity, laughter everywhere."

"I went to America decades ago, but I didn't like the flamboyant and capitalistic atmosphere there. I spent a lot of time in Europe when I was young. I dare say, the gorgeous buildings in France can't compare. Here, outside, no one can build such a tall building. There are cable cars and elevators between the buildings. These machines are all crude prototypes in the outside world, and they can hardly be compared with the machines here. I admit , I fell in love with it at first sight.”

John Watson hesitated, stuffed the egg roll into his mouth, and said vaguely, "But the sun will never be seen here."

"I don't like the sun very much."

"And what about the stars and the moon?"

Sherlock suddenly fell silent. His slender figure was reflected by the sea of ​​lights outside, shining strangely, "I love the stars, and I also like the moon. They are extremely beautiful, without any evil."

"Damn it," John Watson interjected, "I can't say why, but I have the same feeling. I also like to look at the stars. When I can't sleep at night, I will sit in the yard and look at the Milky Way."

"Is that so, John, you're out in your little homestead, having trouble sleeping? No wonder you've lost weight."

John Watson smiled wryly, "I used to be quite fat," he said, "but being thin has its advantages, and I don't have to pant so much when running." John Watson pushed the plate away and looked at him spreading it on the desk. "I'm afraid I'll never be able to leave here."

"Don't worry, John, I'll get you out of here."

"And you? Will you follow me?"

Sherlock stared at him for a long time, and then said, "Yes, John, this time, it's my turn to choose, I am willing to go with you, you are my end, compared with you, this city is not What."

John Watson lowered his head and tapped the table lightly with his fingers, "It's a pity... Sherlock... I can't remember anything. We must have experienced many good things in the past."

"There are cruel and sad things."

"Like you suck my blood?" John Watson said with a smile. "Damn it, it's a dangerous thing to wake you up. You really bit me with your teeth. I felt it. Very long teeth."

Sherlock pursed his lips as if he had done something wrong. After a while, he came over, put his hands on the back of John Watson's sofa, and whispered in his ear, "Why don't you blame me?"

John Watson looked back at him, empathizing with him, and said softly, "Although I don't know what happened to you suddenly losing control... But I understand that you couldn't help yourself at the time." To be honest, he blushed for no reason, The tooth marks on his thighs would sting him from time to time, and John Watson couldn't help but shudder when he thought of how Sherlock was buried between his legs, greedily sucking his blood and licking/playing his skin Feeling hot, he felt that he was clearly confessing to Sherlock by saying such explicit words at this time.

Sherlock's pupils constricted suddenly, as if he had been struck by something, and his voice trembled, "What you said... my father once said that to me..." Sherlock stretched out his hands and lifted him from the sofa. John Watson was hugged tightly in his arms, almost suffocating, Sherlock covered the back of his head with his palm, and rubbed his short blonde hair with his fingers, "I won't let you die here, Soon, it won't take me long to get you home anyway."

John Watson nodded between his arms and said with a smile, "I want to remember something more than going home at this time. If I can restore my memory, I can find myself, otherwise going home is futile. Without memory, even if I am outside, I will still be unhappy."

Sherlock frowned tightly, he let go of John Watson, and walked to the desk, as if in deep thought, then he turned his head, his voice was a little gloomy, and he said, "Alchemy, have you ever heard of it?" .”

"I do not understand."

"My private wine, the drink that suppresses my blood desires, is formulated with the alchemy formula."

John Watson licked his lips, because Sherlock's gloomy expression made him a little nervous, John Watson said softly, "I know that... all the vampires in your city will not be born again because of this wine." Thinking about sucking blood."

Sherlock's fingers moved on the table and finally landed on a crystal wine bottle. He picked up the bottle and shook the black liquid that settled inside, "Yes, alchemy has a great effect. It is a very ancient art. , is also a very mysterious skill, some people say it is black magic, others say it is chemistry, and some people classify it into witchcraft, but in fact, it is an independent academic, it is indeed science, It’s more like handicraft work, you have to strictly follow the steps, go through trials and tribulations, and experience various failures before you can get a correct result.”

John Watson waited for him to speak.

"But in fact, it's not an exaggeration to classify it as magic or witchcraft." Sherlock poured out a glass of wine in his hand, held the delicate goblet between his fingers, and said, "Because the realization of Alchemy requires a crucial condition," Sherlock looked at John Watson gloomyly, and said in a low voice, "There is a special term for that condition in the alchemy world, called equivalent exchange."

Sherlock stood behind the table with sad eyes, "I didn't know anything about it at the time, I didn't understand what an equivalent exchange is, I only knew that I had to get the result I wanted, I wandered in medicine, I have studied hard in the fields of chemistry and alchemy, and I have been obsessed with the formula wholeheartedly. I have not hesitated to use my own body as an experimental prop. I have indeed created a miracle that has never been seen before. I didn't think too much about the magical medicinal wine, as long as it can calm the killing desire in my body, I am willing to drink this wine for the rest of my life. I ignored the crucial point of equivalent exchange, and I kept ignoring it until later, It keeps reminding me of its existence. In the world of alchemy, no one can avoid it. No alchemist, no matter how great his skills, can escape the curse of equal exchange. This wine is flawed, John, every time you drink more One sip, my hunger and thirst will rise to a level. Although it can deeply bury my blood desire, but at the same time, my desire continues to rise in my body, and my unprecedented hunger and thirst are suppressed in my body , once I lose this medicinal wine..."

Sherlock's eyes were covered with a layer of furious heat, "If one day I can no longer touch my potion, I will explode completely, and my hunger and thirst will accumulate deeper and deeper, and I can often detect Hunger and thirst are burning in my body, just about to move, the more I suppress, the more the intensity and heat of desire will increase. Once the time is right, once the beast that has been restrained in my body is awakened accidentally, I will kill. Until I kill the red eye, at that time, I kill not just for bloodthirsty and hunger, I kill because I have suppressed it for too long, my soul has made an irrevocable deal with alchemy, if I If I can't control my proportions, this dark, ancient curse will devour me to nothing, turning me into a beast and never regaining my humanity."

John Watson looked at him and made eye contact with him. He couldn't tell what kind of emotion was hidden in their gaze. John Watson didn't say a word, but his expression was firm.

Sherlock still maintained a tense expression, staring at him, "I have an alchemy formula that can cure your intracranial congestion, I have been refusing to treat you because I don't want you to take risks, but I don't want to lie to you , cheating on you will make me very sad, from the first moment we met on the train, you have been honest with me, and I should do the same with you."

"Damn it," John Watson looked at him, "I've been here almost a month, and you just told me today."

"So I'm dying." Sherlock shrugged, jokingly.

"Is it dangerous?"

Sherlock nodded.

"Give me the damn formula," said John Watson. "I want to remember everything that happened. There's so much I want to know. Especially you. I want to remember you."

"I don't think it's wise," said Sherlock, "but I'll think about it."

John Watson narrowed his eyes to look at him, and snorted, "Don't let me... teach you a lesson, so that you are willing to generously contribute that formula."

The author has something to say:

Chapter 45 has been merged into Chapter 44 [I picked up a big crab tonight and roasted it happily]

Thank you for waiting for so long, the next chapter will have a turning point

Some children's shoes asked when there was a third party, and it was very pleasant to watch Xiaohua being robbed (thank you for your brain hole contribution, the third party can have

And this third person... will be very annoying... (But I don't plan to tear down the CP in this article, so it is a very bloody new character who has a relationship with Xiaoxia