Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

For more than ten years, Sherlock hasn't hugged John Watson like this for a long time.

They lay on the bed, Sherlock's slender fingers slid across his bare back, around his chest, and finally landed on his small navel, John Watson let out a soft grunt, and they came out of the bath Since then, she has been tired of staying in Sherlock's bedroom and rarely goes out.

"How lazy, we," John Watson grumbled, "should spend some time looking for an exit."

Sherlock said, "It won't be too late."

"I've got a bit of a fever," said John Watson, frowning as if taken a blow, and Sherlock's heart sank at the pained look on his face.

Sherlock looked at him uneasily, and he put a hand on John Watson's forehead, John Watson sighed heavily, enduring the paroxysmal headache.

"It'll be over soon," said Sherlock, "and you'll be as good as ever in a few days, as if you never hit your head."

John Watson was curled up on the bed, actually lying on Sherlock's lap, and Sherlock reached out and gently pulled the sheet up over John Watson's shoulders, then put his hand behind his head.

John Watson opened his eyes and sighed again, "This city must still be brightly lit, day and night, and everywhere magnificent, I can't see anything, not even you, now I am the real place In the realm of darkness."

Sherlock said: "It was pitch black at first, and there was no ray of light. The blood ancestors who moved here could not bear the too dark atmosphere, so they tried their best to create so many lights. We like the night, but it doesn't mean we Being able to get rid of all the light completely, we don't even sleep in the coffin, because the coffin is not only narrow, but it is too dark, we like the romantic and gentle light, that kind of light is called the light of night, composed of the moon and the milky way But the blood race doesn't like fire, no matter the candle or the fire, it makes us feel bored, but the paradox is that the blood race likes a warm place, when we come to the warm season, the whole person will become lazy, just Like us these days, we stay in bed and don’t want to go anywhere. The warmth always makes people feel comfortable. The temperature on your body makes me feel comfortable, although occasionally it burns me like sparks. Our body temperature changes with the outside world. And changes, so..." Sherlock paused, and he changed his expression tactfully, "That's why the heat of the sun will hurt us, because the sun is very high temperature, and we can only keep growing with the high temperature of the sun." The body temperature rises, which eventually burns the skin."

"Well, I remember, you really don't like sunlight," John Watson smiled on his lap, "but nothing can kill you, can it, Sherlock? You're omnipotent."

Sherlock had to keep his Achilles' heel hidden from him. He really wanted to tell John Watson honestly, but he couldn't. This was something he promised his father. Weaknesses are related to the fate of the entire blood race. Sherlock stroked his short hair and whispered to him as if he was in great pain.

"Yes, John, I am omnipotent. I am not only a king here, I am also a king on the land outside. I will take back my position. Only I can change the fate between the blood race and the human race. I To save the blood race, I am saving the blood race, not oppressing them."

John Watson turned his face away, gently accepting the kiss that Sherlock suddenly lowered his lips, and his lips gently rubbed the corners of John Watson's hot mouth.

John Watson responded to him and said, "Without your appearance, the blood race will only evolve into beasts." John Watson's headache seemed to subside, and his condition was much better. He raised his hand and stroked his face that Sherlock had kissed lips, and then said, "The Elder He didn't conquer you, not even once, even if he suppressed you with violence, but your will was never surrendered by him, you did not fail, Sherlock, maybe those who died in The blood race in the car thinks you have suffered a complete defeat, but I think you have not lost, you are still very strong, what you said is not wrong at all, you are the king here, and you can continue to be the king outside, that elder and his eyes, I I have seen his eyes, they are evil, a little clever, he has lived for 1000 years, I think he is somewhat insane, he has lived for too long, he is going crazy, I really want to go out and find him."

John Watson snorted coldly, "Maybe you think I'm a fool, I'm not capable enough but I'm still thinking about such a fantasy, even you have to avoid him, I'm talking stupid, but Sherlock, I I am no less vengeful than you, and I am serious." John Watson looked up in the direction of his breathing, his blue pupils seemed a little out of focus, but there was always a flash of light around the dark pupils. A circle of light said, "Don't underestimate me, I'm quite old now, old, seeking, deep, counting."

Sherlock laughed out loud as if he couldn't bear it any longer, "Oh, my John, how many years have you lived? You have only lived 35 years old, which is less than a quarter of my life. You are immortal in my life." In front of your loved ones, you say you are scheming?"

John Watson pouted angrily and tightened his face. Because of his boasting, his cheeks turned a strange red. Nothing, I should practice self-defense skills, I should practice fighting and swordsmanship."

Sherlock smiled happily, stretched out his arms to wrap him in his arms, and rolled with him, Sherlock leaned over him, although he couldn't see it, but Sherlock's eyes were full of tenderness, " John," he said, "do you...feel...the..."

Sherlock pressed the hard hole hidden under his body aggressively on his small/hole, so that John Watson could just feel the hard top. John Watson moaned/groaned like trembling instantly, and he hugged Sherlock's back, scratching at his back.

"Please. John, give me some more."

Sherlock found what he wanted from him, it was a low gasp full of admiration, hot breath spewed on Sherlock's cheeks, Sherlock filled him up, Sherlock lowered his head, and put his tongue Stretch into John Watson's slightly opened lips, enclose his tongue, and suck him, extremely greedy, as if there is blood on his tongue that can satiate his stomach.

John Watson's blood was extraordinarily delicious, sweeter than any raw blood he'd ever drunk, hotter than any living man he'd ever sucked, and Sherlock knew that.

John Watson trembled under him, his legs curled up and placed on his waist, and he cried out the pain of God, his hands moved to Sherlock's hair, "It hurts..." John Watson coquettishly Sobbing, he silently separated his legs a little more, straightened his body to bear Sherlock's impact, trembling all over, but it was obvious in the pleasant panting, the degree of pain and pleasure could not be compared at all.

Sherlock pushed into him with all his might, rushing up his body like a ferocious tide.

"My God..." John Watson put his arms around Sherlock's shoulders and his neck, trembling crazily, the sweat was wet and sticky on his body, wrapped around his back and legs, and the pleasure/feeling was suffocating wrapped around him like a

"Sherlock..." he cried, "Sherlock..." As if the name Sherlock was the only meaningful existence in his mind, he collapsed on the bed, his hands clutching the ear Sheets, scratching constantly, "My God...that's great..."

Sherlock watched him let himself play with it, with a cute and charming expression, his back twitched suddenly, and his thighs suddenly tightened. Sherlock stared intently at his distraught face, and John Watson tightly grasped it with both fists. Keeping the bed sheet on, Sherlock silently watched his reaction. His liquid was being poured into John Watson's body in large quantities, and John Watson seemed to be very sensitive to Sherlock's behavior. His face was full of shame. Flushed, biting his lower lip, a weak whimper in his throat, bearing all his indoctrination.

Sherlock slid out from behind him and lay in John Watson's sweaty arms. Sherlock smiled contentedly, "We really can't be too lazy, John. We've been lying in bed for too long, two days or three days ? Let's go to the power plant?"

"Damn...why didn't you agree with me just now!" John Watson touched his face in the dark, and pulled the corner of his mouth forcefully, "Do you think I can get out of bed right now? Anyway, you still I have to feed my stomach first!"

Sherlock kissed his lips, and said, "Okay, John, I'll go out and order the kitchen to make you something nicer."

Sherlock jumped out of bed nimbly and put on his nightgown. He smiled and saw the sexy appearance of John Watson lying on the bed. He felt that he was in a dream, which was a bit illusory. Sherlock walked out, and he was talking to the servants. While talking, suddenly a guard ran towards him in a hurry to inform him, Sherlock's eyes instantly became sharp, and he glared at the guard angrily.

"Is what you said true?"

The guard lowered his head to confirm with him.

Sherlock rushed to the dressing room to change into a light shirt and trousers, then casually draped the white robe symbolizing power on his shoulders, and ran towards the power plant. He rushed on the roof and flashed across the tall buildings The people in the city thought they were dazzled, how could the king suddenly jump from the balcony of their house on tiptoes gracefully.

Sherlock soon came to the power plant. He ran into the area where humans lived. It was a low-rise residential area in the backyard of the factory. The houses here were all gray, and the atmosphere was a bit like a slum in the human world. There were no flowers and bright lights. The light, the barren oil lamp swayed slightly under the eaves, and Sherlock's tall figure appeared in the yard full of blood. He couldn't help squinting his eyes because of the pungent, but fragrant and sweet air, and looked straight ahead.

Little John held a dagger in his hand, looked back at his father with blood on his face, and then smiled innocently with snow-white fangs, "Dad? You're here?"

Sherlock looked at the blade in his hand without saying a word, which was covered with human blood.

There were many living corpses lying at Little John's feet. Sherlock swept over them one by one, no more, no less, exactly 24 corpses.

Little John tilted his head at his father and smiled innocently. He dropped the knife, took two quick steps forward, spread his arms on Sherlock's lap, and hugged him, "Look, Dad, look, I Help you get these corpses, we should keep them well, so that next time when the black hole appears, Dad can immediately activate your electric device, the time for the black hole to appear is too short, we need to prepare sufficient materials in advance , isn't it, Dad?"

Sherlock looked at the corpse lying on the ground with displeasure. Little John's knife was very precise. Although he was only 7 years old, he was quite proficient in the structure of the human body when he was younger. The knife was stabbed at the heart, and the corpse was not drained of blood on purpose. The blood in the corpse still has a great effect on the electric device.

Sherlock slowly raised his hand and pushed Little John's body away, "Stay away from me." Sherlock said coldly.

"dad……"

"Stay away." Sherlock pushed him away again.

Little John's face changed immediately, his little fangs gleamed coldly, "Dad! Why!"

"How many times have I told you that killing is something only beasts do."

"But Dad, you have killed people too! You said that it is wrong to kill people to fill your stomach, but I am not for sucking their blood, I am for you... I am for you, Dad, you really want to go out... I know you want to leave here, I'm for you..." Little John pouted aggrievedly.

"Stop pretending to be pitiful with me!" Sherlock grabbed him, swung his whole body up, and threw him heavily to the side. Little John hit an iron door and bounced to the ground.

The trembling survivors huddled in a corner, lowered their heads and dared not look at the king's face, and begged in a low voice, "Don't kill me...don't kill me..." The number of animals There were not many left in the Dark City. They were not only rare creatures on the verge of extinction, but also unarmed and weak. Sherlock looked at them with discomfort.

Little John got up, spread his hands like a baby, sat down on the ground and cried loudly.

"Why are you disobedient?" Sherlock walked over, bent down, clamped his immature throat with a big hand, squeezed hard on his immature throat, lifted his whole body, and hung him in the air. Little John couldn't breathe for a while , kicking his feet in front of him.

Sherlock's ice-like eyes widened, full of anger, "Why do you want to kill people casually!"

"father!"

"Whether you are outside or here, you know what will happen to all blood races who don't listen to me. You are self-righteous at a young age, and you think I won't kill you? Even if I look at your mother's face Don't kill you, do you think I won't be cruel enough to hypnotize you? Don't you fear that I will empty your soul and mind?" Sherlock warned sternly.

Little John raised his hands to cover his neck, as if trying to hold his head in case Sherlock broke it.

Sherlock threw him on the ground again, as if throwing away an unwanted thing, with an extremely disgusted expression on his face, Little John was lying on the ground and weeping bitterly, his eyes were red and even his nose was crying, the same as he just now The ferocious killing demeanor looked like two different people.

"Why are you so fierce to me! Dad! Why do you only like that John and not me? Since he came, you have never looked at me again. You have not played with me for more than a month. , Dad doesn’t like me anymore! Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Little John suddenly cried intermittently, “These are just animals, and that John Watson is also just animals.” Little John pouted dissatisfiedly in tears, "They're all livestock. They're no different from the cattle and sheep we eat. There's nothing to be angry about. They're just a few living people. Why is Dad making such a fuss?"

"If you want to take what other vampires in the city instigate you to teach you as your philosophy of life, just go with them," Sherlock said, "Your own choice, whose side you want to stand on, I will not force your."

Little John immediately shut his mouth and stopped crying. It took him a long time to whisper, "Of course I'm on Dad's side."

Sherlock looked tired, raised one hand and pressed it on his forehead, as if he had a headache, he said weakly, "Then why do you still do this?"

Little John sobbed and said, "I... tasted human blood... Dad... I'm sorry, there are blood races in this city secretly hiding living people in the basement, I can't sleep, I can't sleep, and you never I don't know, I'm sick, something burns me in my stomach, I can't sleep, when I was walking around town...they took blood...Dad...I like...living blood... ...There is no freedom to suck blood in this country...so I always want to go outside...Those vampires said that there are countless living people outside, even if there are ten or one hundred less, no one will find out. "

Sherlock took two steps forward, squatted next to Little John, and stared at him, "Don't hurt another living person, or I'll kill you."

With tears still on Little John's face, he nodded.

Sherlock frowned, "Perhaps your nature is like this, advocating blood, but I will not condone you because of this, I would rather let you suppress your nature and live here depressed for the rest of your life, and I will not let you become depraved You are locked up, not your room, but a secret room where prisoners are held. If you do something wrong, you will be punished. Before I agree with you to come out, you will not be able to go anywhere. If you have a bad attitude of admitting your mistakes, You'll be stuck there forever."

Little John nodded honestly again.

"Very good," Sherlock said, stretching out his arms to hug Little John, who obediently lay on his shoulders, his big misty eyes still filled with tears.

Sherlock looked at the corpses strewn all over the place, the meandering river of blood slowly congealing on the ground, the masterpiece of his own son.

The bloodthirsty hunger in Little John's body was awakened, just like he was back then, Sherlock could only force him to drink more medicinal wine to suppress the hunger in his body, and then locked him in a secret room without windows, made of steel The iron door is tightly closed, similar to the room where Sherlock imprisoned himself. The difference is that Sherlock doesn't have the heart to let him starve alone. He will personally deliver medicine wine and food to Little John. , several times a day, until Little John fully woke up before letting him regain his freedom.

Sherlock stood beside these corpses, supervising the busy guards. They cleaned up the corpses and blood without saying a word. They had to go on strike, and Sherlock decided to transfer more guards to take over the work of these living people-before Sherlock came to this underground country, the power plant was originally operated by blood clans, and humans could only work in the stables. It's just waiting to be slaughtered inside.

Sherlock stretched out his white hand and gently pushed the door open.

John Watson just woke up from a deep sleep. He was sitting on the bed and fumbled to button his button. He smiled and looked in the direction where Sherlock made a slight sound, "Who? Sherlock?" He immediately stood up from the side of the bed. When he stood up, unbuttoned white shirts fell down on him.

"why do not you talk?"

"I want to get you out of here as soon as possible," Sherlock walked over and helped him button the button with a gloomy expression, "but I don't intend to take my son with me."

John Watson lowered his voice in front of him, "He's just a child, it's dangerous outside, you really shouldn't take him with you..."

"Not only that..." Sherlock looked at the cross-shaped wound on his neck, and there were several wounds on his body, which Sherlock had inadvertently bestowed on him during the passionate sex/love, John Watson on the bed Let him tease wantonly, and never complained.

"Hunger and thirst control him. If he goes out, I'm afraid there will be mass killings." Sherlock said, his voice was very sad. "I saw my past in him, and I forced him to make a choice. In fact, he There is no choice, his nature is to suck blood, but I just want to make his life unhappy... If my father were here, he would definitely blame me for being too strict. He is still so young, I neglected to discipline him, and he He grew up among despicable blood clans, and I handed him over to those people."

"What the hell has he done?" asked John Watson.

"He killed someone, because of a certain alchemy technique that can transfer electric charges recorded in my notes... that electric device..."

Before Sherlock finished speaking, John Watson immediately grabbed his lapel, "Damn, what are you talking about? That electrical device that needs a lot of blood from living people? That kid killed people just for this?"

"Yes, he killed. And I put him in solitary." Sherlock looked into the face of John Watson, who stood in front of him in a baggy shirt, trembling with the same anger, and he showed a kind of Sherlock The heartbroken expression he had never seen before, suddenly, Sherlock felt that he looked more like a father than himself, an ordinary human father.

"Where is the confinement?"

"The chamber of secrets."

John Watson said, "You have to help him, Sherlock, the punishment of confinement in a dark room is too cruel for his age, and he will become more rebellious. He is a clever ghost, he can listen Understand your teachings, you have to let him out and talk to him." John Watson touched his chest and stood firm, "Sherlock, don't think of him as the blood you have to submit to, he is your son , He is not the object you want to conquer with strength, what you want to convince is his heart, not to make him fear you and then have to submit to you."

Sherlock hesitated, "You don't understand, John, for the blood race, there is only one way to make them completely obedient, and that is to make them feel scared, so that they will no longer resist."

"Sherlock, I really don't understand how your blood race has subdued the same kind of tradition for thousands of years, but don't forget, he is just a weaned kid, he has no mother, he can only rely on you, he is your son, Since you can take the risk of convincing a recalcitrant vampire in the human world, why not spend your patience on him? I can understand you, and I'm sure he can too."

"It's too troublesome." Sherlock insisted, "I never have to try my best to convince you, you still follow me, don't you? If he still thinks that sucking blood and killing humans is reasonable and correct, then I will hypnotize him. "

John Watson sighed, "Obviously, you must be an outlier among your people, Sherlock... I can't imagine the misunderstanding and pressure you have endured, not only humans misunderstood you, but also your fellow vampires. Prejudice, if only I could share a little for you, sometimes I wish I could be you..."

"Stop talking, John, becoming a beast like me? You don't really want to live my life," Sherlock lowered his eyelids, hugged him, and kissed him gently on the cheek, John Watson raised his eyebrows. She raised her hands and hugged him into her arms, stroking his back with warm palms.

He suddenly expressed his thoughts tiredly. He never said such discouraged words before, but today he was really depressed. He whispered in front of John Watson, like a tired man, in a warm environment. Resting and coquettish in the safe haven, "I've had enough. I don't want to be tortured by this hunger and thirst anymore. I've had enough. Get dressed, John," Sherlock said eagerly, "Let's go again Go to the power plant every day, sooner or later, we will be able to meet that black hole again."

"Okay." John Watson replied. He turned around and touched the trousers on the bed. He would not like Sherlock to do everything for him. He was so stubborn that he wanted to put on all the clothes by himself. He fumbled on his coat, then grabbed his crutch.

During the period when Little John was in confinement, Sherlock and John Watson worked hard to find and wait for the entrance of the black hole in the power plant every day.

Sherlock believes that there must be such a fleeting black hole at the bottom of the lake, but the lake is very deep and dark, it is not suitable for diving into it and waiting for it. Like John Watson, this is the only thing he can count on.

John Watson did not publicly express any complaints about his blindness in front of him, but Sherlock knew his heart, John Watson often carried his back, and quietly hid in the bathroom and sighed, he could not see himself in the mirror , even such trivial matters as grooming have to rely on servants or Sherlock to serve him personally.

Sherlock has been researching how to restore John Watson's eyesight. He has completely abandoned alchemy. From a medical point of view, he has read countless academic materials. The documents left by the blood ancestors here are all written by humans. , I don’t know how to spread it from the outside world to this deep underground. Most of the books and materials record machines and industries, and there are very few medical documents.

Sherlock and John Watson wandered around the lakeside and the power plant all day long. They explored everywhere on the mountain wall, and nearly a month passed, and neither of them found anything.

Sherlock has had this kind of setback before, but then he was alone. Now, John Watson is by his side. When he encounters discouragement, John Watson will use some particularly interesting actions to divert his attention. , he explored John Watson from beginning to end, he remembered every gasp and hot and wonderful reaction of John Watson, sometimes five or six times in a whole night, he was often exhausted in John Watson's arms , but at the same time contented and happy.

John Watson was sweating on the sheets and blushing, which meant that Sherlock Holmes had done a job of unrivaled mastery.

Finally, one day, Sherlock and he met the entrance of the black hole again. It appeared very suddenly, and the entrance, which was spinning like a vortex, was extremely dark. If any lamps and candles were put close to it, they would be extinguished by the black hole. The mysterious black vortex is like hell. The gate-like sinister, quietly rotating in front of Sherlock and his eyes, with the flash of electricity, almost invisible, silent, and fast.

While Sherlock was concentrating on calculating the time, the black hole disappeared silently, and 15 minutes was the limit for the entrance to appear.

He grasped a rule, the last time it appeared was the full moon in the human world, John Watson ran desperately on the dry waterfall river bed covered with moonlight, and then John Watson encountered it again, that day was also a full moon just like today , Sherlock is full of confidence and firmly believes that the next full moon, he will still meet the black entrance of this hole, and by then, he will be fully prepared.

The author has something to say:

I forgot to tell you to get the lightning rods. It wasn't on purpose.

I can't stop the little prince from committing suicide like this

Some children's shoes guess whether the third party is a werewolf

And the brain hole of children's shoes scares me softly. Is it really okay for Little John to grab his wife with his father when he grows up?

but. . . .Can I say that this brain hole is actually very close? . .Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough