Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

There was a heavy rain on the night they arrived, and the violent wind swept across the entire Shetland Island with crazy raindrops. The scenery in the rain was like a corroded oil painting, blurred.

John Watson and Sherlock disembarked the steamer in the rain, the pier was empty, and the cables used to hold the boat were tied to several rickety fishing boats, the hulls of which beat isolated rocks, the air was damp and cold, and the sea was floating thick Thick rain and fog, and the steamer quickly disappeared.

Normally, the cold rain would make John Watson's frozen teeth chatter, but now, he stood indifferently in the rain and the strong wind, his bangs were curled up, his pale face was like a ghost in the rain, and the two of them looked at each other. The only small white hotel moved forward, Sherlock's curly hair was stuck to his forehead, his shoulders were wet, and he looked a little preoccupied.

He turned his head to look at John Watson from time to time, "John, how do you feel?"

John Watson tried his best to show an expression that would not make him worry, pulled out a stiff smile, and said, "I'm just a little hungry."

But in fact, he was hungry and thirsty, but he didn't want to admit it in front of Sherlock. He kept imagining the color of blood, black and red, thick and hot, which could warm him, John Watson's pale fingers Convulsing slightly in the rainstorm, a hunger frenzy was burning in his stomach.

It burns like a knife.

He is full of desire, a bit like physical passion/desire impulse, but it is not the same as passion/desire, John Watson understands that even if he and Sherlock linger for a night, each other naked/naked/naked intercourse/combination It can't calm down his desire, the fiery passion/desire, only the blood gushing into his throat can calm him down.

When they reached the entrance of the small hotel, the double doors creaked open, and the waitress inside came out to greet them with a kerosene lamp. John Watson and Sherlock walked into the front porch of the hotel together, and raindrops fell from them Come down and flow under your feet.

He was clearly standing side by side with Sherlock, but the shadow on the wall was only a suitcase hanging in the air, which looked very strange. The waitress only cared about leading the way, and did not turn her head to pay attention to their shadows.

Why, John Watson wondered, did his clothes not cast shadows in the firelight?The clothes that were tightly attached to his skin seemed to be cursed and became transparent. The light penetrated his figure like a ghost, and the wall was blank.John Wah spent a lot of time looking for his old shadow, but he couldn't find anything except a suitcase.He believes that there is a kind of magic power on him, which can make his body and his clothes invisible at the same time.

This may not necessarily be a curse, but an ability evolved by the vampires for hunting. Vampires can use this invisibility magic to quietly sneak behind humans without revealing their whereabouts at all.

Their luggage is very simple, the small box contains Sherlock's wine, and the blood bag that John Watson has always wanted to drink. He can only drink a little bit every day, just a small sip, just taste it, and barely feed him. stomach.

They walked into the living room, it was very bright, there were tiny candles hanging on the chandelier, an empty easy chair was quietly placed beside the sofa, there was a strong wind outside the window, the floor-to-ceiling windows were open, and the rain poured in, making a big wet piece of floor.

Sherlock went to the room to change clothes, but John Watson stubbornly shook his head, not planning to enter the room so quickly, he said, "I'm going to the restaurant."

Sherlock expressed his understanding, and he left first.

John Watson took off his soaked coat and put on a wet shirt, which stuck to his pale skin, making him look like an albino. John Watson had seen such pale skin. The skin is dry and cracked, peeling, dull and lacklustre, and it will become red and itchy like an allergy when it sees the sun. The patient will always scratch the skin uncontrollably, causing the thin skin to bleed. He is worse than the albino patient. Even better, his paleness reveals a crystal clear exquisiteness, smooth, even a little moist, as if water can be squeezed out.The paleness was very soft and elastic to the touch, even the lines on his fingertips became soft, and he didn't sweat, so anything he touched would not leave fingerprints on it.

John Watson sat in the chair alone, with a cry of hunger and thirst in his heart. The waitress brought a plate of bloody steak according to his request. It was almost undercooked, and the blood soaked the plate. hot.

As soon as the waitress walked away, John Watson immediately cut open a large piece of flesh with a knife and fork, and he was not in the mood to chew it carefully. When the animal's blood swallowed his throat, he felt a little satisfied, but it was still not enough, not enough at all, he couldn't help but Putting down the knife and fork, he grabbed the fresh meat with both hands, held it in front of his face, put his lips on the meat, and sucked every drop of blood inside, the taste made him crazy.

He really wanted to bury his head in the neck of some living person, to bite with his teeth, to suck the blood, to devour.

John Watson realized that his behavior was very abnormal. If the waitress passed by and saw it, it might cause some misunderstanding. He immediately threw the food back on the plate and leaned back in the chair, his lips were bright red. John Watson felt ashamed Extremely, he couldn't stop wanting the blood of living people. From the first night of his new life, he kept thinking about this. The feeling of piercing his teeth into Sherlock's flesh made him feel at a loss what to do, but There is also a kind of mysterious joy in that fear. He has never drank real living blood with life. The blood bags in the box are indeed much better than the animal blood on the dinner plate, but John Watson is heartbroken. Thinking, the medical blood bag that has been left for several days is definitely not as good as the blood spurted from the blood vessels of a living person on the spot. The live and hot human blood must be indescribably fresh and hot, which made him unable to stop imagining.

But it's wrong to try to hurt someone else, and his kind at that.

While worrying, a gust of wind came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, extinguishing the candles on the chandelier in one breath, and the surroundings were suddenly immersed in a dark blue light. The rumbling thunder on the sea was like drums in a band. John Wah John Watson stayed quietly on the dining chair, his eyes could also function in the dark, and the sudden darkness didn't make him feel flustered at all. John Watson picked up the tablecloth and wiped his fingers carefully.

Sherlock must have been impatiently waiting for him in the room.

John Watson slowly pushed aside the dining chair and stood up, walked towards the corridor of the room, took two steps, he saw a tall and straight figure standing in front of the dark window, looking at the sea view with great interest, wearing a dry white shirt , with his hands in his pockets, his narrow shoulders shrouded in mist, his curly black hair fluttering in the wind brought by the rain, reminded John Watson of a proud statue of a god.

John Watson saw this familiar figure, walked over with a smile, hugged him from behind, put his cheek on his strong back, and said coquettishly, "Sherlock."

The other party turned his body slightly in the dim sea light, and he raised a hand to cover the back of John Watson's hugging him.

Then he turned around, John Watson put his arm around his neck, stood on tiptoe in front of him, pressed his whole body over, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips affectionately on his perfect lip line, John Watson Opened his small mouth, stuck his tongue in, and entangled him. The other party seemed very surprised, and even his breathing was full of doubts.

The man held John Watson's waist in his hands, looking bewildered by the passionate kiss.

After kissing for a while, John Watson frowned. He hurriedly pushed away the man he was kissing passionately, and looked at him in the mist. John Watson had never seen Sherlock with such a strange expression, and there was a twinkle in his eyes. There is a trace of light blue in the foggy light. These are not Sherlock's eyes. Sherlock's gray pupils are faintly golden, and the feeling and taste between his lips and tongue are completely different from usual. John Wah His eyes widened stiffly, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

He was extremely embarrassed, "Who are you?" John Watson asked him.

The other party grinned and said, "You are so enthusiastic, you newborn child."

John Watson immediately moved away from him and took two steps back. This man looked very similar to Sherlock Holmes, as if he had walked out of Sherlock's full-length mirror. However, as long as he carefully distinguished, he could still find him. His hair is shorter than Sherlock's, and his eyes are completely different. He seems carefree, unlike Sherlock who always hides deep melancholy in his smile.

John Watson turned his head to find the real Sherlock standing at the end of the corridor watching all this.

He straightened the corners of his mouth solemnly, raised his eyebrows sternly and slightly, and there were two deep marks between his brows. He was wearing a well-tailored suit, and the black shadows on his shoulders were like a large grove of strange flowers in bloom. The standing posture looks majestic, indeed, that is Sherlock Holmes.

"Sherlock?" John Watson called him in bewilderment, "Uh...it's a misunderstanding, just like what you saw, no, no, I mean, it's not what you saw..."

Sherlock came over, grabbed John Watson's hand, pulled him fiercely, and hugged him into his arms. John Watson didn't know how many processes he had witnessed, maybe all of them, otherwise he wouldn't be so angry, Xia Locke pressed his little head domineeringly as if declaring his sovereignty, and hugged him tightly in his arms like his own bedtime doll, not allowing him to move a bit.

John Watson stayed in his chest with guilt, speechless.

Sherlock and the stranger stared at each other. Sherlock stared at each other for a long, long time, as if the whole space was frozen, and the vast mist surrounded them with a strange atmosphere. Sherlock was like the end of the pupil of the mist flickering with dark feelings. Glowing coldly.

Sherlock's eyes seemed to be screaming, as if eager to fight with the other party, but the other party smiled so kindly and without caring, and took a step towards Sherlock. Sherlock immediately retracted all stern gazes, bowed his head meekly, The man raised his hand to the top of Sherlock's head, stroking his dark hair.

John Watson watched all this with deep blue eyes in amazement, and was silent for a while. He mistakenly thought that Sherlock was surrendered by the other party, just like Sherlock made other people surrender.

For a moment, John Watson almost felt that Sherlock had turned into a child.

Sherlock suddenly whispered, "My brother always thought you were dead."

William closed his hands and nodded, "I understand, I planned to disappear completely in this world."

"Why didn't you come to us?" The voice was cold, with questioning and resentment.

William smiled without a trace of guilt, "Look, this small island is very beautiful, it stumbles me."

Upon hearing this sentence, Sherlock seemed to be unable to listen anymore, and dragged John Watson away without any explanation. He looked very angry, as if he was about to be pissed off, and he grabbed John Watson roughly. Watson moved his hand into the room, refusing to say a word to the man, he walked so fast that John Watson had to trot under his tug, he stretched out stupidly behind Sherlock. The head asked, "Who the hell is he? Another brother of yours?"

Sherlock said angrily, "Leave him alone, since he wants to be dead, let him be dead forever."

John Watson was very confused. He was pushed into the room by Sherlock, the door was closed heavily, and Sherlock lit a match to light the candle. The windows in the room were closed tightly, and the flame on the wick was bright and steady, shining around.

John Watson was pushed around by him, and Sherlock finally pinned him in a chair and stared at him.

"Stay in your room and don't go anywhere," Sherlock ordered him.

John Watson wanted to stand up from the chair, but Sherlock held him down again, and lost his usual elegant smile, "John! Be obedient!"

"Why? Where are you going?"

"There are more than 100 small islands nearby. I'm going to take a look outside, find Moriarty as soon as possible, and then leave here."

"I go with you."

"Don't move, I wish you were sitting when I left, and you have to stay still when I come back."

"I want to go with you, I can't let you go to him alone, no matter what, let me go with you, besides, it will not be too late in two days, there is a storm outside, and you can't even open your eyes in the wind, It's not suitable to go out tonight, Sherlock, why are you so restless?"

Sherlock looked at him silently for a while, and then fell back into another chair. His sitting posture was no longer elegant, and the rest was rude. He stared straight at John Watson with anger in his eyes. He kept turning John Watson's face like a judge trying a mean little thief.

"It seems that you are reluctant to leave this hotel at present."

Under his gaze, John Watson's guilty defense seemed a little hoarse, "If you are angry about what happened just now, let me tell you, it was just an accident! I didn't mean it! I don't even know who he is ! He looks so similar to you, I mistakenly thought it was you for a while!"

"Your eyes are the eyes of a blood race. You can see a mosquito clearly at night. How could you confuse him with me?"

"I said I was confused, so I was confused. Are you treating me as a cheater now?"

"I can't tell you about cheating, but how long have you kissed him? If I met someone similar to you, I would know the difference between you and others the moment my lips touched. How long have you been in that deep kiss?" Can't tell the difference?"

"How long has it been? I only kissed him once!"

"To be precise, your stroke is 5 seconds."

John Watson stared at him in the chair, and after a few seconds, he suddenly leaned back in the chair, with a bullying smile on his face, like an older bad boy from a neighbor's family mocking Sherlock, "Ha, you are right, Sherlock, there is indeed a very obvious difference between you and him. First of all, he is much handsomer than you, and his kissing skills are better than yours, and his temper is not so bad. He is better than you in everything. Well, I fell in love with him at the first sight, I couldn't help myself, ah, my God, I can't wait to go out and talk to him now, I can't wait." John Watson stood up from his chair, go outside.

"Don't move." Sherlock squinted at him, and there was an irresistible force in his voice. John Watson resisted the force in his voice, and reached for the doorknob with trembling arms.

"Come to my side." Sherlock ordered again calmly, his voice was horrific, giving people a distorted hallucination, like gloomy notes, sweet and pleasant, John Watson once again wanted to get out of this shock He struggled out of the inner voice, but he couldn't, and Sherlock said again, "Come here, John, come here."

John Watson stood at the door of the room, staring at the silent doorknob, and Sherlock called his name again, "John... I want you to come to me."

John Watson heard this tone with a kind of charm. He shuddered and felt an inexplicable oppression, so strong that he couldn't resist it. This invisible force was reversing John Watson's body. John Watson controlled I couldn't stop his footsteps, I could only walk towards Sherlock like a sleepwalker, and then sat in his arms very obediently, sitting on his lap with his legs spread apart, Sherlock stretched out a hand to hold his back.

John Watson grabbed him by the collar and nearly snarled at him. He said harshly, "You said you wouldn't hypnotize me!"

"If you are obedient enough, I won't be able to hypnotize you." Sherlock stared at him, as if determined to carry out the hypnosis to the end, he said, "Kiss me."

John Watson braced his chest, trying to fight his gaze, he wanted to look away from Sherlock's gaze, but he couldn't, and he lost quickly, even if Sherlock didn't hypnotize him, Making this request to him in a sparse and ordinary tone will also make him unable to refuse. John Watson approached him, and Sherlock's cheeks continued to enlarge in his sight, and finally turned into a hazy mist. Take his lips and kiss him.

Sherlock said again, "Tongue... come in..."

John Watson obeyed his orders and kissed him deeply.

It seemed that John Watson took the initiative, but in fact it was not. He just became a puppet in this hypnosis, a puppet pulling strings.

Between the kisses, Sherlock said in a low, hoarse voice, "In front of me... take your pants off..."

If the blood in John Watson's body was still warm, then he must have blushed at this moment. He was still pale, but he felt shy in his heart. He bit his lip, his fingers trembling, half in resistance, half in embarrassment.

Kneeling slightly on both sides of Sherlock's thighs, he stretched out his hands and unbuttoned his trousers. He let himself loose the zipper of his trousers weakly. tempting.

"Hold it yourself."

"That's enough!" John Watson protested, "Hurry up and unhypnotize me! This kind of thing can only be done voluntarily! You can't force me!"

Sherlock looked at him, the power in his voice was very strong, but the tone sounded extremely gentle, Sherlock was very confident in his hypnotic ability, he could control it just right, so that no one could resist, everyone, Including John Watson.

John Watson closed his eyes, unable to disobey the command in his voice even if he avoided his sight.

He was shaking violently, like a man in convulsions, and John Watson finally gave in, and he held his own genitals right under Sherlock's nose, not knowing what Sherlock was going to do with him.

Sherlock said, "Put it in my mouth."

"My God..." John Watson supported his shoulders, trembling and almost rolled down, he pinched his own cylinder, he was so far away from Sherlock's mouth, Sherlock was sitting on the sofa, His lips were at John Watson's chest height, no matter how straight he knelt, he couldn't touch the gadget in his hand to his lips.

John Watson opened his eyes, once he received that order, his body would complete it desperately, John Watson slid off his lap, stood up, and stood in front of Sherlock, God, at such a height The angle and angle were just right, John Watson wanted to step back, he tried it, and just took a step back, his brain was dizzy and accompanied by a strong headache.

"Where are you going, I'm still waiting."

John Watson withdrew his backward foot, unable to disobey, he walked slowly in front of Sherlock, with his knees on the soft sofa cushion, Sherlock's legs were separated on both sides of him, blocking his left and right paths, John Watson couldn't move his hand from his organ for a second, because Sherlock had commanded, hold it.

John Watson pinched his own cylinder, and put the other hand on Sherlock's shoulder. He tilted his upper body and sent the thing in his hand. At this moment, before touching Sherlock's lips, John Watson The penis gradually became hard, and stood upright under the tip of his nose. The tip of his penis was full of proud anger. Thinking of going into Sherlock's mouth later, John Watson couldn't help panting , he bit his lower lip to avoid making a strange noise himself.

It is understandable, there are still so many uncontrollable groans in his throat, "Oh..." He let out a sigh of confusion, John Watson moved a little further, and pressed the hardened tip to the On Sherlock's arrogant lips, this vampire kissed his tip, then opened his lips, his fangs were shining, John Watson's back suddenly straightened, Sherlock put his tip into his mouth, and sucked hard, The fangs scratched his fragile skin, and John Watson trembled pitifully.

He was still gripping his shaft and couldn't let go, looking like he was trying to force his stuff into Sherlock's mouth, but it wasn't.

Sherlock has been watching him from below, catching his reaction. He circled the top of John Watson with his tongue, which made John Watson feel a little incontinent. There is a sound from the top, this picture is too obscene, John Watson wants to close his eyes, but he wants to watch it like this.

Sherlock licked him and said softly, "Now, your fingers can be free."

John Watson thought he was finally going to be free, but Sherlock smiled slyly, "Put your fingers behind you, open yourself, three, no more and no less."

John Watson looked at him in bewilderment, he really wanted to swear, his fingers had just been removed from the penis being played with, and they went around behind him helplessly, John Watson closed his eyes, His fingers slowly rotated in his creases, God, at this moment, Sherlock engulfed his cylinder in front of him, engulfing him in half, John Watson trembled, and pushed his fingers into the Himself, he bit his lip, he was two short, he couldn't resist Sherlock, and Sherlock would never give up halfway and just let him off so easily.

The feeling of being manipulated made him feel ashamed. John Watson kept thinking about what is the way to resist the magic of hypnosis, whether the pain can stop his hypnosis, and if the pain can stop everything, then how to create the pain, The question is, does John Watson really want to replace this unspeakable pleasure with miserable pain? Obviously, he is also intoxicated by Sherlock's superb sucking skills, and the strength of the sucking is like a blow to John. Watson's declaration warned him that who in this world can monopolize him like this, and gradually he could no longer think, his brain stopped and became blank, his three fingers were feeling the convulsion of pleasure in the intestinal tract, and His front end, sunken deep in Sherlock's throat, is reaching bliss, and he can't move until Sherlock swallows him clean, and licks his limp after ejaculation Clean as if it had never been stained by anyone.

The curse-like hypnosis ended.

John Watson crawled into bed almost limply, he had realized how exhausted it felt to wake up from hypnosis, and he lay on all fours on the bed, sticking his hips up at Sherlock, damn it, Sherlock would His provocative desire/fire burns, plus he is already hungry, double hunger binds him, suffocates him, burns him with endless emptiness, John Watson prays that his hunger and thirst have only one It's good to be satisfied, even if there is only one of them.

"Sherlock..." John Watson begged him, whimpering, "hurry up..."

Sherlock stood at the end of the bed slowly, as if punishing him. He undressed very slowly. The time he took to unbutton the button was extremely long, which made John Watson unbearable. He could not help but raise a hand to part his hips, It's a shame to show Sherlock his horny pussy, but John Watson just wants to do everything possible to lure Sherlock, so that he can move faster, Sherlock's claws slashed across John Watson's buttocks , the sense of threat made John Watson groan tremblingly, and there was a prick of needles instantly, a smear of bright blood flowed out from the inside of his folds along the outline of the gap, and Sherlock's sharp claws cut him , Can't tell whether he was on purpose or not, John Watson clutched the sheets, Sherlock buried his head in, sucking the blood from his pussy, his breath buried in the storm.

The next night was a clear night, the moon shone brightly through the clouds, and the silver light shone on the island, refracting brilliance on every blade of grass that was watered and moistened by the rain.

As if Sherlock didn't care about anything anymore, he was sitting at the dining table, and John Watson was eating next to him with his head down. He came out after drinking a mouthful of human blood in the room. The blood made him feel more than enough.

William was across the table. There was nothing in front of him. He was smiling. Seeing Sherlock seemed to make him very happy. He said, "Did you sleep well last night? Sherlock? My hotel is full of feather beds. It was your favorite feather bed when you were a child."

"En." Sherlock answered him shortly, somewhat perfunctorily. When Sherlock answered this question, he subconsciously glanced at John Watson. John Watson knew that he was watching him, but he ignored Sherlock's burning eyes.

Looking at the expressions between them, William probably understood their relationship, so he didn't ask any more about it.

"I know the purpose of your coming to the island," William suddenly became worried, but with a smile on his face, he said to Sherlock, "Before we parted, what did I tell you? Don't attract attention .”

"I didn't stand out."

"What's the matter with the train? If you don't attract attention, how can the elder know you exist. What else did I say? I told you to find a cross and wear it. It's your cross." On William's neck Hanging a very conspicuous sterling silver cross, humans will think that he is a devout believer at a glance, and they will not think of him as some kind of bloodthirsty monster.

"My train was full of crosses. It just burned down, and I began to doubt God." Sherlock still looked very distressed when he talked about his train, which had lost an incalculable number of living people and The blood race, indeed, if Sherlock behaved better and was willing to be a sneaky blood-sucking monster in the dark, he wouldn't be willing to personally implement this fiery sanction.The so-called great event, which one is not able to sit on the throne of victory by stepping on the bloody corpse.The price of peace was originally exchanged for blood.It was an inevitable loss, but Sherlock still felt unable to let it go.

William was silent for a moment, then said, "Then, above all, I told you not to take revenge."

Sherlock put down his knife and fork and stared at his father gravely, like a child trying to justify a catastrophe he had caused, saying, "He hurt my John."

"A mere servant, you want to anger an elder for a servant? Do you know what an elder represents in a vampire? Only a vampire who has lived to be a thousand years old can be honored as an elder. He is stronger than the trees on this island. In ancient times, disobeying the elders is tantamount to challenging the foundation of the entire blood race. Do you know how difficult it is for the blood race to live to a thousand years old in this world? Many blood races die at the age of 7 or 8 because they cannot bear the long and lonely life. They will seek self-destruction from time to time, and blood races that are not strong enough cannot become elders at all."

Sherlock looked at his father, very confident, he once again formally introduced John Watson to his father, "He is John Watson, he is not my servant, he has never been tamed by me. He is my friend, My other half, my one and only."

William had already expected Sherlock to say this, he sighed, as if he was dissatisfied with John Watson, he was muttering, "A human being who has not been domesticated, just gave him the gift of eternal life so casually. Blood...huh...doing things without thinking...I thought I had such a smart son."

John Watson listened quietly. He seemed to have heard this kind of rhetoric from somewhere. Thinking about it, John Watson's family also treated Sherlock Holmes with this attitude. They kept saying that John Watson was too casual, so Following a monster in this way, John Watson also sighed afterward, these parents, if only they need to admit the deep friendship between him and Sherlock.

The author has something to say:

Awow, I guess it will be over in less than ten chapters! !

Then the author will concentrate on filling in the next door's Fuhua's new article "Spirit and Flesh".