Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Sherlock's bedroom was even more spacious and gorgeous. He walked in with John Watson in his arms, and the servants closed the door behind him. Sherlock placed him on a neat and comfortable mattress, looking at his clean cheeks, and his golden eyelashes lightly. Lightly covering the eyelids, trembling from time to time because of breathing.

He washed away the terrible plasma overflowing from John Watson's facial features. The blood had stayed in his head for more than ten years and could not disperse. Now John Watson has been reborn, and his memory is back. When he wakes up , he would greet Sherlock Holmes with that wonderful smile that remembered everything.There have been countless sweetnesses between them, and of course there were also disasters, and these are very precious memories, every minute and every second is extremely precious, but no one can bear to let him really think about it, even Xia Locke was reluctant.

John Watson himself is as stubborn as a rock in the wilderness. He is very obsessed with his memory. It has been 13 years and he is still so persistent in wanting to restore the original state. If John Watson hadn’t made such a strong wish on him, Sherlock Will not tell his alchemical secrets at all.

Sherlock held the small golden key on his necklace, and looked at his name engraved on it with a smile. Why did John Watson clearly forget him outside, but he never forgot the name? He hung it around his neck and always accompanied him. about?Sherlock was moved by him.

He got up, washed his hands in the basin on the table, and carefully dried his slender white hands with a silk cloth. He drank another bottle of wine, turned around and returned to John Watson, sitting on the head of the bed, Lifting his body and letting his sleeping head rest on his lap, Sherlock leaned against the head of the bed, intending to just sit there motionless until he woke up.

The moment when the blood came out was the most difficult, but John Watson carried it through. Sherlock estimated that he would experience a few intermittent labor pains and vomiting after waking up, but he would be completely fine in the future.

Everything will go smoothly, and he and John Watson will return to the state of intimacy and mutual trust. In fact, John Watson himself said that even if he gets to know Sherlock again, he will not be able to reverse it. fell in love with him.

Sherlock's mouth was grinning all the time, and he realized that the expression on his face must be stupid, but he didn't care one bit.

One of his stomachs was a little hungry, but he still had no appetite, and Sherlock would not leave him until John Watson awoke safely from his sleep.

He turned his head to look at the city scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the bright lights. His eyesight is very good, he can see far away, and he can see clearly no matter how blurred the horizon is. A kind of love, but pure love can't keep him. What he is really addicted to is John Watson. Besides, he still has unfinished dreams outside. The cruel world outside is waiting for him to transform. John Watson always reminds him With unfinished dreams and igniting the blood hidden in his body, Sherlock already felt that he was asking for his own death, but he was determined to take revenge and save the common people.

In this regard, John Watson will not despise him for being multi-handed anyway, and John Watson will accompany him until all the evils come to an end.

Moriarty's face he never forgot, that devil's face, in the back of his mind, turned into a dark red stain, Moriarty is the mouthpiece of blood and carnage, he treated John Wah so cruelly Well, Sherlock must kill him.

John Watson slept for nearly two days, barely turning over in the quilt, Sherlock was not tired at all, finally, he heard a short whisper, John Watson moved on his lap, Sherlock watched him reveal Smiling, eyes still closed, John Watson raised his hand to his chin.

"Sherlock..." John Watson softly called his name, and opened his eyes with a smile, "Are you bold enough to lie beside me again?"

As soon as Sherlock heard this, he immediately hugged him gratefully, hugged his warm body affectionately to his chest, John Watson limply lay on his shoulder, and stretched out a hand to caress him like magic. His hair, "I remember you, that's great."

Sherlock nodded vigorously, "That's great, are you hungry? I can hear your stomach beating."

"Very hungry." John Watson grunted, "But...you are here again, you always like to talk to me in such a dark place, before dinner, can you please give me some A small candle?"

Sherlock's brain seemed to have collapsed, humming. He quickly stretched out his hands, held John Watson's face, and looked into his dark blue pupils. There was no abnormality, but John Watson's eyes were very empty.

Sherlock frowned.

John Watson smiled again in his hand, "What's the matter..." John Watson was suddenly stunned, and he took a breath in Sherlock's hand, "No...impossible..."

"You have been here for a month...the city of darkness never turns off the lights...you know..."

John Watson couldn't smile in front of him stupidly, he blinked, "Damn it, I'm in the dark, I can't see anything."

Sherlock pursed his lips seriously. He looked at John Watson's trembling lips suddenly. The doctor raised his hand to cover his eyes in disbelief, then rubbed it hard a few times, and looked around again, " Damn it!" He cursed, groped on the bed, and it took him a long time to find Sherlock's face, he touched Sherlock's face, feeling the contours of his facial features with his fingertips.

John Watson opened his big blank eyes, "I don't see you either."

Sherlock squeezed his fingers, put them to his lips and kissed them, and said sadly, "What should I do, John?"

John Watson smiled bitterly, "What should I do? This is a goddamn equivalent exchange? My memory came back, but I lost my eyes to alchemy? Are you sure this is a skill related to medicine? ? No matter how you look at it, it’s all cursed witchcraft..." John Watson sat down on the mattress slumped, and then heaved a long sigh: "I want to see you so much... Sherlock, you know I regained my memory, I must have laughed very happily."

John Watson stretched out his hand to touch the corner of his arrogant mouth, "But you're not smiling at all now."

"Sorry, John, I'm not in the mood, I feel angry."

John Watson was silent for a while, and then smiled firmly, "I'm really hungry, I can have a big meal like I was on your train."

Sherlock handed him the cane, and John Watson stood up from the edge of the bed, like a person crossing a single-plank bridge, and took a step forward cautiously, he took another step, stepped on the steps, and Sherlock immediately Supporting him, John Watson shook his head and pushed him away, "I can go, Sherlock. Don't pity me." John Watson said, taking another step with difficulty, "Damn," he complained Said, "I don't know this place well! This isn't my room! My room doesn't even have damn steps!"

Sherlock smiled reluctantly, "This is my bedroom, your bed is covered in blood."

John Watson raised one hand in the air, like a child asking for candy from someone, he muttered unconvinced, "There is no way."

Sherlock held his hand and led him forward. John Watson's footsteps immediately became agile. He followed Sherlock without hesitation, even if Sherlock carried him to the front of the cliff. He would step forward without thinking, and his steps became easier, like a person with normal vision, and even raised his head several times to smile in Sherlock's direction.

Between two huge chairs, there was a sumptuous dining table, with countless silver trays on it, which contained plates of grilled chicken, steak, cheese, apples, pies and wine.

Sherlock helped him pull out the chair, John Watson sat down, looked at the food in front of him, and sniffed, "My sense of smell is still there, and my hearing is also pretty good. This is luck among misfortunes."

"Are you comforting me, John?" Sherlock sat down in frustration beside him, "No matter what you say, your loss of vision is a heavy blow to me."

"I'm still alive, you didn't let me die." John Watson touched a fork beside the plate, stood it up, and said with a smile, "You promised not to let me die, and you did what you said. As for my eyes, let's leave that alone."

"When will I not mention it now? John, it's my fault..."

"Sherlock..." John Watson knocked on the plate with a fork, interrupting him, he said coquettishly, "At present, there is only one way for you to redeem your sin... Feed me..."

The heavy sadness covered Sherlock's expression, John Watson couldn't see it, but he could feel it from Sherlock's sad tone, Sherlock clenched his lips sadly, cut open a piece of chicken, forked it, The meat was still hot, Sherlock handed it over, and John Watson yelled that it was hot as soon as he touched the meat with his lips, Sherlock quickly took the fork back, put it next to his lips and blew it, and when he handed it to John Watson, he bit it He went down, chewed, and gobbled it up a bit. It seemed that restoring memory was quite exhausting.

Sherlock has grown up. He always remembers to blow the food to cool down before putting the food into John Watson's fragile mouth. John Watson is wearing a nightgown that Sherlock gave him. The melancholy at times will look more radiant, although he can't see, but there will always be a happy smile on his frail face.

"Would you like a drink, doctor?" Sherlock asked, John Watson nodded, Sherlock then thoughtfully filled the glass, and then gently held the glass with both hands to John Watson's lips.

John Watson smiled and said, "I can do this myself." He touched the stem of the goblet, raised his head, and drank all the wine in the glass. Fruits, filled a big mouthful of cheese with a spoon, and put them into John Watson’s mouth one by one, watching him chewing with puffed cheeks, unaware that his mouth and cheeks were covered with colorful sauces all over the place. The cute appearance of making a sound, Sherlock's originally gloomy mouth couldn't hold back a smirk, until John Watson wiped out the pies, John Watson leaned back in the chair, his face greasy flowers, and it was still dirty, he raised his hands to touch his round belly contentedly, and shook his head in surrender, "Don't feed me any more, I'm fucking hungry, it's a wonderful dinner." He praised, "Why For the past 13 years, I never thought the food was so good."

Sherlock said calmly, "You have been unhappy."

"But not anymore, now I am very happy, Sherlock." John Watson stretched out his hand to the side, Sherlock put his hand in his palm, John Watson squeezed his fingers vigorously with a smile, "Old man Oh my god... It's like I've been separated for several lifetimes, and I just met you..." John Watson turned around in the chair, stroking his arm with his fingers, he lifted Sherlock's sleeve, and his face suddenly changed A sad expression, eyebrows twitched in pain, "I remember this... I will always remember... your arm, what the goddamn thing Moriarty did to you..." John Watson slapped a drop Tears, "No matter how long I've forgotten it, once I remember it, it's like it happened yesterday, God... what did he do to you... how could he treat you like this..."

John Watson kept stroking his arm, lowered his head, and gritted his teeth instead. He could hear the excessive friction between teeth and teeth, "Go to hell with him! I don't care about revenge A lot of work, I don't care, he's not human at all, he's a beast, a demon that shouldn't exist, he's nothing like you, he's a vampire through and through. I hate him... Sherlock... You must feel the same, you must hate him more than me, I not only hate him, I even despise him, he is a despicable person who only knows how to kill. I also hate myself, I am very weak, I long for the day I Can become stronger. I will do anything to avenge you. I can do anything for you. I know that revenge will never be admirable, and it will never be celebrated, but I don't care, if I can I will kill him mercilessly and avenge you. You may have killed innocent people, but you have tried hard to make up for your mistakes. You saved humans and worked hard to resolve the hatred between vampires and humans .”

John Watson grabbed his arm vigorously, as if confirming the authenticity of the arm, his tears fell on Sherlock's fair skin, John Watson said fiercely, "Dear Sherlock, you are very Excellent, and amazing strength, you can stick to your dreams...and...you are so beautiful, but he dared to tear off your beautiful arms and make you suffer the pain that you shouldn't have to suffer. I will always remember Morrie The name Artie, the bastard name, let's join forces and remove him from the world, Sherlock, let me help you, I'll kill him for you, or let you do it yourself. Either way he's dead No."

Sherlock looked at the back of his head hanging down, raised his other hand, took the napkin, held his face up, wiped away the tears and sauce residue on his face, and John Watson restored the image of loyalty. Her face, her long-lost expression, although her eyes were invisible, the blue eyeballs were shining brightly because of her firmness.

"Okay." Sherlock agreed, "I also want to seek revenge on him, but the method is up to you to decide. If you want me to kill him, I will kill him. If you want me to punish him with wanton torture, I will kill him." Just go and punish him. Justice, I am not interested in this for the time being, justice has never cared for me, and it is you who have always put me in my heart, you can control all my power, my wealth includes my life, you are me Yes, I am also yours, John. I used to live to dream, but now, I want to let you do what I want to do most."

John Watson bit his lip and held back his tears. His eyes were red and swollen, and his expression was very charming. He said, "Revenge will make our hands dirty and evil."

"It's not that bad. This world is full of evil. Who can forgive anyone? I dare say that no one is qualified to stand up and say that he has never been evil, but what you have to do now is to recuperate. I can cure you Amnesia, sooner or later I will cure your blindness, give me your hand."

John Watson handed over his hands, Sherlock pulled him over unexpectedly, John Watson screamed in surprise, and was suddenly pulled into his arms, John Watson spread his legs and sat on his lap, Sherlock Smiled and said, "Don't worry too much, I know you, John, you care about me very much, oh, I really hope to give you all the things you want, those happiness, those beautiful things, all in one brain Here you are." There was burning tenderness in his voice, low and seductive, a little hoarse, as if he was seducing John Watson, or flirting with John Watson.

Sherlock stretched out his hand and stroked his hot cheek. John Watson's blood rushed to his face, and it turned red instantly. Sherlock couldn't help lowering his lips to kiss him. John Watson's smile was so charming that he couldn't see it in his eyes At this moment, he is full of longing, and his body...is so hot, John Watson's body temperature has always been high, and the blood is also very hot, on the bed a few days ago...he screamed so emotionally under Sherlock .

John Watson suddenly said, "Sherlock, if you want to use alchemy to heal my eyes, there may be some damn equivalent exchange next time, because the author is so unscrupulous and bloody, I recite this line." Wrong, the author please don’t tune/teach me, when I didn’t say anything, all in all, I don’t really want to try alchemy anymore...it’s kind of scary...my courage can’t be wasted here.”

Sherlock murmured worriedly, "You're right, John, I can't let you take risks anymore, there must be other ways to restore your eyesight." The smile on Sherlock's lips hasn't disappeared since just now , stayed on his face all the time, "John, you have been exhausted, you must want to continue to sleep again, let's go to the bathtub to take a bath together?"

"No one said they want to wash with you."

"What if you slipped down the steps and broke your buttocks? The steps are tall and big. What if you forget about me when you touch your little head, which is not good at all? I'll take care of you."

"As your brother said, when will the vampires turn to serve humans?"

Sherlock laughed a few times, "Please send me as you please, just be angry with him, this is also a way of revenge."

"I don't want revenge on him..." John Watson said softly, lying in his embrace, "I don't want to hurt him at all, because he is your own brother...I do want to beat him up occasionally...but... ...he made me meet you," John Watson exclaimed with a trance trembling in his arms, "God...it's the best thing in my life...to be in your arms like this inside……"

Sherlock didn't speak for a while, he raised his hand, stroked John Watson's back quietly, touched the back of his neck with his fingers, and gently penetrated into the back of his head, mixed with John Watson's soft tenderness between his fingers. With short blond hair, Sherlock lowered his head and put his lips on his forehead. The two of them smiled in the chair silently, and closed their eyes at the same time, enjoying the warmth and tranquility of this moment.

The author has something to say:

I finally regained my memory

But why is he blind in both eyes? . . . (Wait a minute, please stop if you want to smack the author's ass!!

Please believe me that everything is foreshadowing for a better future

To be honest, this article is the rhythm of BE (smile) You are all cheated