Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

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Sherlock finally came back in the middle of the night. He stood on the tree and looked down at John Watson who was sitting slumped under the tree. He sat cross-legged in the dew to perch. Sherlock felt that he was paler than usual. Unspeakable beauty.

"What's the matter, John?" Sherlock fell lightly from the tree, knelt down on one knee in front of John Watson, and held his hand. John Watson was trembling, and his lips were tightly pressed together.

"I..." John Watson was speechless, but as soon as he raised his eyelids, Sherlock understood everything.

"I'll get you some blood."

"Where to get it?" John Watson smiled sadly. "From those wounded living people? Or from those soldiers who desperately defended their homes? Where are you going to get blood?"

"I can sneak into the German barracks and catch a few enemy soldiers..."

"Anyway, they are still human beings, they are all fresh lives." John Watson snorted, "Come, sit with me for a while, Sherlock, since the war, you and I have been together I’m so busy, it’s been a long time since I sat down and looked at the moon leisurely like when I was on the top of the train.”

Sherlock sat down beside him as promised, curled up his knees, John Watson tilted his head and leaned on his shoulder, "Ah, I forgot to tell you, sorry Sherlock, I will give up the tent tonight for the sick human beings."

"It doesn't matter, John, you can do whatever you like. I will find another place that can be shaded, as long as it doesn't get the sun, even under the carriage."

John Watson laughed twice, "I don't want to sleep under the carriage."

"I can put black curtains on the car and we hide in the car."

"Well...it's good..." John Watson leaned on his shoulder and said, "Sherlock...you have never had a home. You are used to this kind of life without a fixed place."

Sherlock froze for a few seconds, then said, "Yes, John, I've never had a home. It doesn't matter..."

"It's very important, you need to have a place to go back to, you have to have such a place, someone is waiting for you at home, and then you will be... less adventurous."

Sherlock gracefully raised his pale right hand, touched his cheek lightly, gently stroked a finger down his face, then pinched his chin, letting John Watson look into his eyes, "Are you saying What nonsense?"

"Let's buy a house in London."

"Buy a house?"

"Well, a fixed apartment, safe and comfortable, preferably not far from my old home, I can often go back to see my elderly parents and my grandmother." John Watson said longingly, "Then we will Stop wandering, no longer wandering around like before, worrying, I will continue to be my doctor, you can be a wine merchant."

"Be a wine merchant?" Sherlock repeated John Watson's words with a smile like an elder listening to a child's nonsense.

"My God... How I wish I had a future like this. It's beautiful just thinking about it."

"But the hunters will always be watching us. We can't live in the same place permanently. This is the fate of the blood race."

"You just like to fight against fate, don't you?" John Watson whispered under the starry sky, "Sherlock... At this time, I want to kiss you..."

Sherlock turned his head slowly, his eyes fixed on John Watson's lips, John Watson looked so beautiful, so delicate.

Sherlock lowered his lips and stretched out his arms to pull him into his arms. His beautiful lips gently brushed over his soft lips, and then pressed them heavily, as if he had exhausted all his tenderness and strength. John Watson She hugged his shoulders tightly and indulged in this long wet kiss.Sherlock pinched his chin, brushed his pale hands over the nape of his neck, raised his cheeks slightly, and gave him a deep kiss with his tongue.Sherlock swallowed his whimper with mouth and tongue.

They kissed for a long time before parting.

John Watson scratched the bark, his nails were growing crazily, he said disdainfully, "Only your kiss can divert my blood desire, but we don't have so much free time, hum, it's almost dawn, we'll wait I'll go to sleep and say goodbye to this nasty hunger and thirst, but what will happen when I wake up? Will I go mad and run into the army and tear out the throats of every soldier, if that's the case... …Kill me, I would rather you kill me to prevent me from committing such a mistake. Don't indulge me like William did."

Sherlock nodded weakly and said nothing more.

On the second night, as soon as it got dark, John Watson woke up on time. He turned his head in the tightly covered carriage. Sherlock hugged him conveniently. On Locke's thigh, sharp claws couldn't wait to tear off Sherlock's collar, revealing his tight neck.

Looking at his white skin, John Watson greedily licked his collarbone. Sherlock kept his eyes closed tightly. A sharp pain made him frown, but he let go immediately, and Sherlock returned to his usual elegant appearance. , slowly opened his eyes, and let the blood flow out from the carotid artery and into John Watson's pursed lips.

John Watson sucked his blood like a baby, relieved the burning throat, swallowed non-stop, he raised his hips, and swirled intimately under Sherlock's lower body, Sherlock was teased by him Heat/fire/burn/body, the degree of hardness made John Watson whimper slightly through his pants. If time permits, they will immediately strip each other naked in the car and have a hand-to-hand fight. Sherlock is tight Tightly pinch his plump buttocks, and press him down to the painful place, John Watson's buttocks are gradually separated, and you can feel how soft and narrow his entrance is through the fabric of the trousers, John Watson Watson trembled violently because of this, his body was extremely sexy since he became a vampire.

John Watson pulled out the fangs from Sherlock's neck, a large pool of blood gushed out from the hole, and the blood stained Sherlock's collar, John Watson stared at his red neck for a long time, Then he stuck out his tongue and licked up the blood without wasting a single drop.

Sherlock dried his lips for him, and John Watson had the strength to get out of the car. It was far from full, but Sherlock's blood could calm him down for a while, so that he could go to the tent where the girl was isolated Visitation.

He still patiently boiled the herbal medicine into soup, handed it to her lips, and watched her drink it with his own eyes.

John Watson showed a satisfied smile, "It's a bit unpleasant to drink, and there is a shortage of supplies recently, and there is no sugar here, but you don't complain at all, you are a good boy."

The girl opened her eyes wide and looked more energetic than yesterday, she suddenly said, "Are you hungry?"

John Watson smiled and said nothing.

"You look very hungry." The girl said cautiously, for fear of saying a redundant word.

"That's right." John Watson admitted generously, "You can see? I'm very hungry...but I can bear it a little bit."

"How long can you bear it?" the girl asked him, tilting her head.

"I can't tell."

The girl showed a look of fear for a moment, but she quickly replaced it with pity, "Are you going to starve to death?"

"No, not at all." John Watson's serious expression melted into a faint smile, "Unless I choose to die, I... will never die... Do you understand what that means?"

"Are you... a devil?"

John Watson shook his head.

"So... are you a god?"

John Watson laughed, "How is that possible? I am neither a ghost nor a god," and then he sighed bitterly, "I don't know what I am anymore."

At this moment, he understood where the innate melancholy in Sherlock came from. He is neither a qualified vampire, no vampire would be so resistant to blood-sucking, and his appearance is certainly not human, he is not a god. , is not a ghost, he is very similar to a human in appearance, but there are always a few differences.

Sherlock probably realized that he was different from a very young age. He belonged to an embarrassing product-God created this race, but abandoned this race.

What is it for?John Watson also couldn't figure it out. If the ancestor of the vampire, Cain, committed the crime of killing his brother, the vampire has always been cursed with bloodthirsty and fear of the sun, but the punishment for this crime is too severe. After such a long time, vampires have never been able to evolve into humans.

The girl kept staring at his face in the candlelight, "But you are so pretty...doctor."

"Well, I accept this as your reward." John Watson smiled charmingly, and opened his heart to her, "I was not like this before, I used to drag a lame leg that was ridiculed, I am also blind, and it is inconvenient to do anything. It will only become a burden in the way, but now I am strong and healthy, and I have gains and losses. I can’t tell whether I like my body, or I really hate it Yes, I can't tell."

The little girl listened quietly, and actually yawned laxly. She completely lost her defense against John Watson. Perhaps it was John Watson's thoughtful care that moved her. He is indeed a very gentle and trustworthy doctor. , there is no doubt about it.

She slowly retracted into the quilt and lay down. John Watson covered her with the quilt. Before she left, Lily grabbed his cold hand and shivered from his cold body temperature, but she didn't complain about it. At one point, she said, "I know what you are."

John Watson looked at her and asked curiously, "You know?"

"Vampires. I've heard stories about vampires."

John Watson stared at her for a long time, then pushed her hand away, "Go to sleep first, tomorrow will be better."

"Wait a minute..." The girl tugged at him and refused to let go, "I want to ask you, don't you suck blood?"

"Come on, little girl, you think too much," John Watson denied her with a smile. "Vampires are just an ancient legend. There is no such monster in this world. I just got a strange disease. I just now Forget what you said."

The little girl gave him a suspicious look, "No, I'm pretty sure you're a vampire."

"How can you be sure?"

"Anyway I'm pretty sure...you don't get up before dark. And...you look very pale...your teeth are...sharp...your nails too, you're a vampire, why can't you tell me the truth?" Lily could go on and on on the subject.

John Watson looked at the child frankly and said with a smile, "Are you afraid?"

The girl nodded, then shook her head again, "I'm afraid of other vampires, but I'm not afraid of you."

John Watson didn't want to go any further on the subject of vampires. He was about to turn away from her and get out of the tent, but the child grabbed his hand and continued, "You look like you need blood. I think you're hungry. Tell me. Are you hungry?" Lily summoned up her courage to say at this moment, "I will give you my blood, you saved my life, I can give you a little bit of my blood."

"My God, what nonsense are you talking about!" John Watson glared at Lily, "I'm not a bloody vampire! Do you understand! Stop bothering me with sleep talk! I'm very busy! I have to go to see Another patient!"

John Watson walked out very excitedly. He almost wavered and agreed. Damn little girl, what is going on in her head?Why would you be so stupid to willingly sacrifice blood to a vampire?

At that moment just now, he really wanted to bite that slender neck immediately and tell her that she was right at all. This terrible thought swirled around in his head, and then sank down.This is wrong, she is just an ignorant child, don't take her childish words seriously, John Watson reminded himself abruptly.

Then he went to the tent of the wounded to check the wound and change the dressing. The wounded who were resting on the bed frame saw John Watson's scarlet eyes drifting. No one doubted whether he was suffering from the strange pink eye disease, the pink eye patient There was no such a hungry look in his eyes, everyone knew very clearly in their hearts that he was not an extraordinary person, but no one spoke the truth openly to expose him.

John Watson pretended that nothing happened, listened to their suspicions, and silently put gauze and ointment on them.

They stayed in Manchester for several days, time passed very slowly, and the road ahead was a bit dangerous. According to Sherlock's exploration, the next stop was Liverpool, where, for the entire 57 days and nights before, the air strikes The ammunition never stops, and the same is largely true of the neighboring big cities of Birmingham and Coventry.

They were stuck in Manchester and couldn't move.

This made John Watson even more irritable. He missed his family in London and endured the torment of blood desire at the same time.

John Watson was washing his hands in the basin on the cabinet after changing the gauze for several wounded.

He felt someone sitting up from the hospital bed behind him.

A wounded man spoke to him hoarsely, "Doctor..."

John Watson wiped off the water stains on his hands, turned around and asked politely, "What's the matter?"

"Here...for you..." The wounded raised an arm towards him, "Blood, my blood."

Then, more wounded also sat up one after another, and some who couldn't get up raised a hand towards him from the bed. In the tent, under the candlelight, one arm after another was raised like a torch, "Just a breath or two, suck it all you want, doctor. You can't die. We need you."

John Watson's eyes were always squinting, and he realized that the expression on his face must be very strange, "Damn... what the hell are you doing."

"You are a vampire. If you don't drink blood, you will starve to death. Just drink a little bit of our blood, it's okay, it's absolutely fine, you can drink it from wherever you want, doctor, please don't die."

John Watson stood in the tent, trying hard to realize what kind of scene he was facing. These human beings, heck, they were sacrificing blood to themselves.

The author has something to say:

Tonight is equal to double update, there is still the last chapter, please refresh it, don't miss it

My resentment towards 3P is actually able to write a short story, maybe it will be an extra little easter egg after the end of this article

But when I think that I still owe several children's shoes to Mai Lei, I will bear with it for a while, and I will post it later

In fact, the development of the story has been accelerating, and the war will come and end as soon as it is said.

The radiant HE will come

Finally... Nani? ? ?The day before yesterday was April Fool's Day? ? ? ?

How is no one fooling me? ?There are only a few unfamiliar numbers who keep asking me to go downstairs to pick up the courier. I have been standing downstairs for a long time and I haven’t seen the courier.