Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Sherlock stepped down from the carriage and looked up at the humble hotel. He had no choice at all. He had to race against time. He urgently needed a dimly lit room, not luxury, but privacy. What is going on cannot be interrupted or interrupted in the slightest.

The sun was raging across the city of London, slantingly reflected on the roof. Sherlock lowered his hat and turned up the collar of his newly purchased coat to cover more skin. He carried a man wrapped in a riding cape from the carriage. Human, limbs and torso are hidden, only a lifeless face, eyes closed, the living person looks as if dead, motionless.

When the hotel operator opened the door to welcome him, he was really taken aback by the huge bright red burn on his left cheek. He didn't dare to ask any more questions for a moment, and Sherlock had no time to hypnotize him. There are all kinds of thieves and fugitives, and it is not uncommon for him to be an injured weirdo. Sherlock stuffed a bag of gold coins into his hand on the spot, and explained to the landlord that if no one knocks on Sherlock's door within a week, The door of the room, the other bag of gold coins will also be his, this is the most practical way to stop human beings from talking.

The landlord took him to a secluded room on the second floor, and seemed to want to say something more about heating pipes and water pipes, but Sherlock shut him out, locked the door, and placed John Watson gently. On the bed, and then drew the curtains, Sherlock frowned. The light was still too bright through the thin curtains, and this environment was really bad for him and John Watson.

Sherlock found an old knitted blanket from the moldy cupboard, exuding a rotten smell, he took off the iron nails on the wall and transferred it to the window frame to fix the blanket, he fixed it After everything was done, the gap at the bottom of the door was also plugged with cloth strips, and the room was immediately plunged into a blank darkness, the blackness was bottomless, and the darkness was opaque.

Sherlock can still see all the structures in the room clearly in night vision.

He sat next to John Watson, resting the back of his head on his lap, Sherlock hesitated.

He can't hesitate for too long, otherwise he will miss the best opportunity.

He stroked John Watson's frail forehead, and passed his fingers over his tired lips. John Watson had only his last breath, and his pulse was vague. Sherlock's long and trembling fingers lifted his blood-soaked horse Cloak, he put his fingertips on John Watson's broken carotid artery, where there was a bloody mess, his body temperature was very cold, like a person with a low fever.

John Watson was dying.

Sherlock feels very uncomfortable about this. Once John Watson dies, Sherlock will return to a lonely state.

Sherlock lowered his body, hugged him tightly, put his lips on his lips, and branded it. He patted John Watson on the back, like an angel comforting a haggard soul, and John Watson was drowsy , Once he really fell asleep, he would never be able to wake up.

Sherlock struggled terribly, he hesitated again in pain, time was running out, he couldn't hesitate anymore, he ordered himself like this, but there was another thought in his heart, he knew very well that this was not John Wah What John Watson wants, let alone what he wants, John Watson will find it difficult to accept, he wants to accompany John Watson to end his life together in this dark room, but there is still a demon wandering outside, the elder Abandoned in the manor, perhaps captured by vampire hunters, that would be the best, but Sherlock felt that Moriarty would not be killed by hunters so easily.

He still has unfinished business, and John Watson also has unfinished business.

Can't just die like this.

Sherlock put his arms around him. This was the first time he cried for a human being since he was a vampire. His tears flowed down his cheeks, but there was no sound in his throat. Sherlock opened his eyes wide and kept looking at the opposite Against the dark wall, he was forcing himself to make up his mind and make a choice.

He said that everyone has to face choices, but Sherlock has never helped others make choices. Seeing that John Watson has no extra energy to make decisions about his life, this hard work falls heavily on Sherlock's shoulders. He wants to make a choice for John Watson. This choice may not be right. It can be said to be a big mistake, almost a destructive choice. John Watson will hate him, blame him, and even get angry at him in the future. The worst The result is that John Watson will break with him and part ways from now on.

Sherlock leaned over and whispered in his ear, "My John... are you okay?" The question fell into the sea, and there was no response. He knew that no matter what he said, John Watson was going to die. After a moment, he Sherlock's voice will never be heard again.

At that time, Sherlock can only guard his corpse, and he will decompose in a few days, and then Sherlock will have to cremate him or bury him in a grave. There is no such person as John Watson in the world anymore.If he hadn't met Sherlock Holmes, he could have been like an ordinary person, married a wife and had children, and lived to be 80 or even 90 years old. He could have had a peaceful life, but all of this was because of his fateful fate. Get on the wrong car and make a complete change.

It's all Sherlock's fault. He shouldn't have shown any charm to John Watson. It was he who inadvertently seduced this poor human being. The golden key that released the bat is still hanging around John Watson's neck. The blood was stained red, and it was all the fault of the little bat that ate too much fat. It couldn't fly very well, but it finally reached Sherlock's fingertips safely, calling him to go over the mountains to John Watson's house. Pick him up in the bedroom. If the acquaintance at the beginning was a mistake, then it would be tantamount to denying all the sweetness between him and John Watson. No, getting to know John Watson was the most wonderful encounter in his long and eternal life. Summer Locke waited more than 100 years to meet such a special, unique human being.

Sherlock took a shuddering breath.

He held John Watson's hand, squeezed his lovely but cold fingers, and said softly, "Soon... I will end your pain very quickly."

He finally made up his mind and started to prepare.

Sherlock unbuttoned his dirty coat and shirt, exposing his stabbed chest, Sherlock stroked his chest, but John Watson felt no pain, he fell into near-death shock, unable to do any more procrastination.

Sherlock took off his trousers until he was naked, and Sherlock ran his fingers over his doomed flesh, which was covered in blood.

Sherlock laid him flat on the mattress, and he also took off his long windbreaker coat, ripped the buttons beside the bed, and after a sound of stripping off his clothes, his white thighs were exposed to the cold winter temperature, There was no heat in the house, he didn't need it.

John Watson lay quietly, he felt that he was in an unspeakable dizziness, and this dizziness was taking away the last trace of strength from his body. Suddenly, John Watson's skin was pressed tightly against his icy body, The heavy cold made him twitch. John Watson's fingers trembled weakly on the mattress. A pair of cold hands intertwined with his fingers. He raised his arms and pressed them against his ears. John Watson moved more and more He was getting more and more sleepy, he just wanted to sleep, a deep sleep.

Pressed between his legs by strong thighs, his carotid artery was licked/rubbed with a rough tongue, as if cleaning his wound, John Watson heard a quick, short breath in his ear, and he was powerless Struggling, just spread out on the mattress and let him lick and suck.

Unprepared, a severe stabbing pain came to his neck, the stabbing pain was indescribable, John Watson opened his eyes reflexively, arched his back, Sherlock firmly pressed his struggling hands, John Watson One leg curled up, the lower abdomen bumped against Sherlock's thigh, he opened his lips, wanting to scream, the sharp fangs were irreversibly sinking into his veins.

A few seconds later, Sherlock's long teeth were stuck in his artery, and the tingling gradually subsided. John Watson kept tensing his body and couldn't relax. His muscles contracted intermittently, as if shivering. Sherlock began to Blood sucking, sucking his blood desperately.

The gurgling swallowing sound was extremely terrifying. After a while, John Watson slowly closed his eyes, and his back fell back into the mattress. Sherlock put all his weight on him, sucking indulgently, every time. A mouthful of blood carried the high temperature of the human body, scalding his throat, rolling and absorbing in his stomach.As a result, the burns on Sherlock's body healed quickly, and the skin became smooth and fair again.

John Watson was stupefied with a tingling feeling, his tongue sticking dryly to the roof of his mouth, he had an unbelievably beautiful hallucination, a slight convulsion, he gradually weakened, but there was a longing in his body passion/desire.

Sherlock had already erected when he bit him, and the hard feeling was sharpening the entrance behind John Watson. Before John Watson accepted him, Sherlock did not go in, but put the strong turtle/head on the On his side, John Watson couldn't help twisting a bit, the soft opening whirled on the tough top, Sherlock slowly followed his hollow, and gently sank in, John Watson began to pant, he Turning his face to the side, revealing more parts of his neck, Sherlock's lips were wrapped around his arteries, and human blood was continuously poured into Sherlock's esophagus through the tube in the tusk.

Sherlock entered him slowly, very slowly, all the way to the deepest part of him, but the sex/love step became secondary in the process, John Watson's fingers went numb one by one, his The blood flow slowed down, Sherlock patted him lightly, John Watson's shoulders rubbed against the sheets and swayed, he raised his legs high on Sherlock's waist, crossed his ankles, and clasped him, this is for To get Sherlock closer, to be more intimate with him.

It was as if a hand had reached into John Watson's chest, passed through his ribs, and squeezed John Watson's heart tightly. The hand was like the sharp claws of a wild beast, sharp and threatening, and at the same time possessed magical powers. John Watson put his whole heart in his palm, trying to melt him completely, leaving him bloody and bloody.

John Watson slowly opened his heart, unable to resist, he revealed his flawless soul in front of the beast, with the name of Sherlock Holmes branded on it, he opened his eyes, unable to extricate himself from the dizzy feeling , No one has ever been to such a deep and secret corner of his heart, clarified, quiet, hiding the shadows and darkness that John Watson would never want to mention in front of others.

He is like a sacrifice on the altar, voluntarily handing over all the good life to Shylock.

John Watson gradually lost his breath, he began to suffocate, his limbs became stiff, his legs were paralyzed, and then he lost all his strength, his body temperature dropped, as if falling into an ice cellar, John Watson slowly moved his legs Sliding down from his body, there was no longer any feeling on his body, and all the feelings slipped away from him, leaving only coldness and numbness. At this moment, he stopped breathing, and his body functions and organs failed at the same time. A few seconds later, Xia Locke heard his heart stop.

Sherlock pulled the tusk out of his neck and looked at the dead John Watson. Sherlock reached out and stroked his cheek. The skin lost all heat, and John Watson turned into a cold corpse. , eyes closed, eyelids stiff.

Sherlock kissed his face lightly, and then he cut his wrist with his sharp claws, placed his wound on John Watson's lips, and let the blood flow along his slightly parted lips into his mouth, Sherlock waited, this step is very important and cannot be interrupted, otherwise John Watson will become a corpse forever and cannot be resurrected.

John Watson seemed to be in a dream, without any reaction, the blood flowed down his chin to the pillow, but most of it went into his esophagus, time passed unknowingly, Sherlock was waiting like a sinking The statue in the sea, suddenly, the body twitched in his arms, like a drowning man who had just been caught, John Watson gasped in fright, his heart suddenly hit his chest, He heard a muffled thump in his chest.

"Come on, John, learn to suck my blood." Sherlock said seductively.

John Watson couldn't resist, the feeling of blood flowing into his throat was indescribably wonderful, he immediately closed his charming mouth obediently, and sucked hard against Sherlock's wound, like a person who has been thirsty for days, He stuck out his tongue, licking Sherlock's blood, then circled his lips again, gulping down the life-saving plasma.

Tens of seconds later, another heavy heartbeat fell in his body. John Watson was very uncomfortable with such a heavy, heavy, and slow heartbeat. Soon, he found that the blood was not enough to drink, so he raised his hand , holding Sherlock's wrist tightly, nibbling Sherlock's skin greedily, trying to expand the wound, he began to want more.

"Don't worry... don't choke." Sherlock said lovingly, he condoned John Watson's behavior of biting his arm.

John Watson whimpered and panted dissatisfiedly. Sherlock took advantage of his rest and kissed him with a long tongue. The hardness under his body continued to push him in, pull out, penetrate, pull out, John Watson His hands scratched frantically on his back, moaning//groaning, he finally regained his keen sense, his fingertips and his skin slowly had a new and more sensitive sense of touch, the hole behind him trembled Shrinking, tightening Sherlock's cock//penis that has been inserted into his body, sucking it in, John Watson raised his head, opened his mouth, and two teeth were growing and sharpening in his mouth.

Sherlock instructed him in a low voice at this time, "Bite on my neck, John, harder, don't be afraid, don't hesitate."

John Watson finally woke up from his short near-death experience. He shook his head crying, "I don't... God... what are you doing?"

"I am transforming you. I want to make your blood go through a transformation cycle. I want to suck the last drop of human blood from your body. At the same time, you have to suck my blood to maintain breathing and heartbeat. In this way Only then can you fully obtain the new life of the blood race."

John Watson protested with sobs, Sherlock had to pinch his jaw, part his mouth, and look at his newly grown young sharp teeth, although not as strong and sharp as Sherlock's fangs, but like a just learned The biting little animal was very cute in his mouth. Sherlock felt the sharpness of his fangs with his fingers, and said with satisfaction, "Look, John, I have already succeeded in half."

John Watson resisted again, "I don't want blood! I don't want it! You turned me into a bloody vampire!"

"Not yet, John, you are still human, at least half human, if you don't continue to suck my blood, you will still die, this state will not last long, your wound is still bleeding, you are very weak , John! Listen! For me...for me to survive..." Sherlock begged him in a low voice.

John Watson closed his eyes, "No..." He persisted, but after a while, his persistence was shaken, his wound returned to intense pain, he began to feel dizzy, and the blood he had just sucked suddenly Exhausted by him, John Watson felt the loss of vitality again. He was a little hypoxic, and his chest was heavy and uncomfortable. He licked the bloody red tongue, "Damn..." He muttered coquettishly, "Sherlock...I'm thirsty..."

Sherlock kissed his lips and said, "Just make up your mind to take a bite, John, you must be braver than ever at this time, and you must already know the Achilles' heel of the blood race, yes, it is sunshine, I I can only stand in the sun for 40 minutes, and then I will be wiped out." Sherlock's gentle voice contained a trace of sadness, "After we kill Moriarty, if one day, you really hate the life I gave you , then... let us walk under the sun together."

John Watson listened in a daze, he seemed a little surprised, because Sherlock said that he loves life and wants to live even in desperation, but now, for John Watson, he repeatedly brought up the topic of dying together , don't worry about his precious eternal life at all.

John Watson opened his mouth silently, and pressed his sharp teeth against Sherlock's neck. He found the blood vessel, John Watson frowned, and thrust his teeth into the flesh hard. Feeling strange and frightened, John Watson stuck his short sharp teeth on his neck, and a smear of thick plasma filled his mouth along the tube in his teeth. John Watson almost choked, and he tried hard Swallowing, the burning hunger in his throat was relieved a bit, he swallowed again, and found that he couldn't stop.

Sherlock also fell silent, and he stretched his fangs again, piercing John Watson's neck, right in the two blood holes that sucked blood earlier.

He allowed himself to drink John Watson's Fountain of Humanity. Once the blood entered his stomach, it was converted into his energy, and John Watson relied on his blood to maintain his physical strength and life. This cycle ritual went on for a long time. For a period of time, John Watson felt that the sky was dark, and in a trance, he noticed a change in himself.

His nails were beginning to harden and grow longer, the hole in his heart was healing, and his carotid artery, where the knife had been cut, was itching, and John Watson thought it was his wound that was gluing together, and he opened his eyes. Opening his eyes, his vision was blurred. John Watson blinked his eyes on the way of sucking blood, and the outline of the ceiling began to appear in his field of vision. The chandelier on the wall and the pattern on the wallpaper are all revealed one by one, John Watson feels more energetic, the wrinkles on his face are less, the skin is smoother, and his forehead is rejuvenating When it was even, his sweat turned cold and dried on his back, and then, his sweat glands failed, and John Watson stopped sweating.

But he felt thirstier, the kind of thirst was indescribable, as if burning in his stomach, his stomach was so hungry that he couldn't help raising a hand, pressing Sherlock's furry hair, and pressing his neck closer to his teeth , John Watson began to suck actively, and before the blood had time to enter the ducts in the teeth, John Watson impatiently took a deep breath, letting the blood rush out of Sherlock's body and rush fiercely into his mouth Last time, his tongue was tingling, this time, when the sticky smell of blood and rust passed through his taste buds, it turned into a fresh and sweet taste, which became more and more delicious, and every sip made him feel Satisfied, John Watson was obsessed with it, unable to let go of Sherlock.

His heartbeat began to stabilize and become rhythmic, but very slowly, he could breathe regularly, he no longer felt chills, his body temperature began to change with the temperature in the room, and John Watson noticed that his hair It seems that there is a new life, every strand of hair flutters faintly in the air, the golden color on the short hair begins to become very shiny, and there is a soft light in the strands, and his dark blue eyeballs become deep , dimly, the pupils seem to be inlaid with a circle of charming broken diamonds, the blood in his body has been emptied, and what flows in his stomach is Sherlock's eternal blood, which is undergoing a mysterious conversion through gastric juice digestion, It gradually turned into his own blood. The lack of certain elements in the blood made his complexion gradually pale, and the blood vessels that had appeared faintly on the surface of the skin now dimmed on his limbs, until finally, there was no longer any trace of blood on his body. He couldn't find the outline of a blood vessel, his whole body was pale, like a ghost, but that pale posture was extremely beautiful, close to the color of snow.

He hugged Sherlock's body and touched the even muscle lines on his back. John Watson's arm was full of strength. neck, and Sherlock seemed too tired to suck him any more, John Watson was suddenly full of lust, he stretched his arms, sat on him, his back was hunched, and his hips began to move against him The up and down grind.

He felt reborn.

Sherlock raised his hand and pinched his plump buttocks. He found that John Watson's skin became very fair, unusually fair, and quite soft. In Sherlock's palm, it was full of elasticity and vitality. His buttocks were being intimate. The soft buttocks/slits rubbed against Sherlock's rough pubic hair, and the erection in front of him beat his own lower abdomen back and forth with the movement, and the organ gently The wiggle is so cute, his palms are so soft, but his arms are so strong on Sherlock's body, John Watson is addicted to sex//Love can't help himself, he feels horny, whether it's him Both his body and his stomach were screaming violently, his eyeballs became clear, his vision was bright, and he was unobstructed in the dark. Not only this, his breathing became very comfortable, and his trachea could not be found. Feeling the pressure, his chest was flawless, the stab wound on his neck disappeared, and the two blood holes bitten out by Sherlock were closing together with an amazing trend and healed.

"What a beautiful chick..." Sherlock looked at his changes in surprise, and couldn't help raising his hand to caress the outline of his facial features.

John Watson blinked his eyes slowly, and in the blink of an eye, he revealed the unique charm of the blood race, which is captivating. If he learns the hypnosis technique in the future, John Watson will, like Sherlock, make those ordinary humans An irresistible heartbeat.

"What chick?"

"The first stage of human conversion into a blood race is called Hinako in our mouth. You look very beautiful, John."

The light in John Watson's pupils was shining, dark blue, he was riding on Sherlock, tilted his head and asked doubtfully, "Is this the first stage?"

Sherlock was almost fascinated by him. John Watson's gestures had an indescribable sense of beauty, which made people's hearts sway. His face at the moment was very youthful, not much older than Sherlock, and his thin lips were stained. Seeing the blood red that Sherlock gave him, from time to time he sticks out his tongue to moisten it because of hunger and thirst, and the two tender little animal teeth are looming.

Sherlock wanted to kiss him strongly at this moment, so he did it. He sat up, hugged John Watson, supported his smooth back, and kissed him deeply, John Watson was suffocating Weeping in the wet kiss.

If John Watson was born as a vampire, then he would definitely have a lot of admirers who surrendered to his charm. Sherlock stroked his arm obsessively. The skin on it could not find any blemishes. He scratched John Watson lightly. Raw hair, the hair wrapped around his fingers was extremely soft, with a faint light, Sherlock kissed his collarbone, then sucked his nipple//head, sucking him over and over again with his rough tongue/ / The head is wet, so proud to stand up, in exchange for his passionate gasp.

It's dark outside, but they still don't stop, Sherlock has sex on him all night, and John Watson can't get rid of the hunger in his body, he keeps asking for blood, their Body and body were pressed together without any gaps, and the blood circulation between them was carried out several times, the blood was exchanged back and forth in their bodies, and they did not fall asleep until dawn.

The author has something to say:

It was locked before, and now it is reposted, the blood family blesses me not to encounter river crabs again

Finally, I turned Xiaohua into the same kind, so that we can be together forever

And Xiaohua will become stronger, verygood

As for some children's shoes who strongly speculated that the third party could be Xiao Xia's father?I will know the answer tomorrow!