Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Part5

When he woke up, Sherlock suddenly gasped, and he quickly sat up in the dark, with nothing in sight, and he was covered in cold sweat, like a victim who just escaped from a nightmare, Xia Luo Locke reached out and touched the lamp switch on the bed frame, and he turned on the light.

John Watson's pale sleeping face rested quietly beside him, and Sherlock turned to look at him. John Watson was like a baby at the moment, curled up on his side, holding Sherlock's pajamas firmly with one hand.

pajamas?

Sherlock finally came to his senses, and he found that he had been changed into clean clothes, and his blood-stained shirt was piled under the bed.

blood stains!

Sherlock's head turned a little slowly in the dizziness of anemia, and he covered his neck with his hands at this moment, he touched the rough gauze, the injured carotid artery was bandaged, and the bleeding stopped, see Look, it's John Watson who handles it all.

Sherlock felt suspicious, he brushed John Watson's bangs with his hand, his skin was so cold!Sherlock murmured for a moment. He pinched John Watson's fingers and looked at his palm, which had been stabbed by nails before. There was no damage on it. Sherlock couldn't find a trace of blood.Sherlock pulled the quilt up a little over John Watson's shoulders.

Sherlock got out of bed, stepped on the ground with bare feet, a sense of emptiness surged from the soles of his feet, he needed some food to replenish his strength, Sherlock stared meaningfully at the tightly covered curtains before leaving his bedroom, It was daytime, and the light outside the house was violent and abnormal. Sherlock stared at the heavy curtains for a long time without saying a word, then he turned off the lights and closed the door.

Sherlock was sitting in front of the laptop with a cup of coffee, and his attention was focused on the definition of "vampire". There are various explanations about vampires on the Internet, and there are even advertisements about vampire hunters. From the eyes of these hunters, vampires are heinous monsters, sinners exiled by God, and a cursed race. Sherlock became impatient and closed the laptop with force. He raised his hands and folded them together. On his own lips, lost in thought.

Sherlock originally had some unfinished work, but he felt that he should push it again. He was in no mood to deal with things that had nothing to do with John Watson.

He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, tore off the gauze on his neck, and carefully observed the two blood holes on his neck. The wound was very deep, and it would take at least half a month to fully heal.Sherlock frowned, and put the gauze back on. When he walked out of the bathroom, he looked at the door of the dead room like a tomb again. He took a deep breath, it was getting dark.

Sherlock sat in the living room for a long time, and he was always alone like a statue for a long time when there was something worth thinking about.

At dusk, the sun gradually sank on the London horizon, and the street lamps lit up one after another, like morning stars falling into the world.

Sherlock pricked up his ears, there was a slight movement at the door, the doorknob was pressed, but he didn't hear footsteps.

John Watson's shoulders were filled with a layer of black mist, like thousands of bats collapsing behind him, his figure emerged under the wall lamp, without a trace of black shadow.

Sherlock looked at his cheeks as white as snow and the scarlet eyes burning, and he immediately understood what John Watson would do next. Without any resistance, Sherlock opened his arms to John Watson, and John Watson then silently curled up into his arms, all movements were very quiet, like a colorful black and white mime.

It is not true to say that it is completely silent, Sherlock's eardrums are constantly colliding with the strange swallowing sound, he has never heard such a fierce and thirsty swallowing sound so close.John Watson bit off his hemostatic gauze and re-pierced his fangs into his bleeding hole.

Sherlock was entangled in a strange experience, a bit like taking hallucinogens, no, no, it was more wonderful than hallucinogens, he never thought that blood loss could give him such pleasure and pleasure.

This time, John Watson seemed to have restrained a lot. He didn't suck Sherlock until he passed out. Instead, he pulled out his fangs when Sherlock was still faintly conscious, and his lips were stained with bright red. Blood, looking at Sherlock madly, his face is whiter than porcelain, softer than congealing moon, smooth as fat, with a circle of hypnotic fragmented light embedded around his pupils.

Sherlock noticed that there were some tiny scars on John Watson's forehead, but now there is no trace of the scars.

He looked like a man who had never suffered a catastrophe.

"I'm much better...thank you..." John Watson was still lying in his arms, and suddenly moaned emotionally, the blood seemed to make him excited.

Sherlock's thigh immediately ushered in a hard touch, and Sherlock's adrenal glands screamed wildly because of this. He stroked John Watson's trembling back, drowning in the lingering tremor after the hallucination. Sherlock looked at him and said : "I know what you have become."

An idea quietly flowed through Sherlock's heart, which was captured by John Watson.

John Watson immediately put on a negative attitude: "Impossible..."

"That's the only possibility."

"Do not……"

"Vampire, John, you are a vampire now, tell me, what happened to you in that abandoned factory? Who did you meet?"

John Watson shook his head vigorously: "Don't force me, Sherlock, I can't remember. I spent several hours in a dark environment, and that man kept leaning over me...sucking blood." John Watson said It seemed that it was difficult to continue speaking, there was a strange tremor in his voice, for a moment, Sherlock thought he was choking, but John Watson was just choking on the blood remaining in his mouth.

John Watson said slowly: "When I thought I was dead, I was in an unnameable darkness. The darkness was boundless, like hell. My hands and feet were bound and I couldn't escape. Going out, suddenly, I felt the great joy of rebirth, I felt my heavy heartbeat, then I opened my eyes, and found that I had returned from hell, he was pouring blood into my mouth, My ear told me to bite him, my survival instinct made me unable to resist, so I did so, I had hallucinations at that time, I couldn't recognize his voice, and I longed in my heart for you to come to rescue him Me, so my head is full of your face and your voice, I mistook that person for you, I can't remember what he looks like, no, it should be said that I didn't see what he looked like at all, I was on the edge of reality and fantasy when I was sucked, and I couldn't tell if I was awake or asleep."

Sherlock was silent.

The two stayed in silence for a while before Sherlock said, "I will save you, John, and I will make you return to the way you were before."

"Can you?" John Watson propped himself up from his chest in surprise, looking at him expectantly, "Oh my God, can you change me back to my original form?"

Sherlock nodded. "I'll take you to someone. A hunter."

Part6

Abraham the vampire hunter, with a pair of round eyes on his face, holding a huge tome in his hand, brown hair standing on his head in a mess, and countless pen holders in the breast pocket of his shirt. He looks like a slovenly university professor, but he is actually a curator of the British Library.

After listening to the visitor's narration, Abraham sat down on the desk, put the tome on his knees, and said with a serious face, "Holmes, I understand why you came to me, but I am a hunter, and my duty is to The task of eliminating vampires and rescuing vampires is not our responsibility. Since you have helped me with the case, I will not report the situation of your roommate to the Hunter Association. The premise is that he keeps a low profile, do you understand? , Don’t kill anyone, or I won’t be able to protect him. Once the upper-level hunters find out about his whereabouts, they will definitely issue a hunting order to deal with him, and your apartment will be turned into a big hole by silver bullets.”

John Watson glared at him. "You don't want to destroy our apartment."

"Ah, it's not that I want to ruin your life, it's that other hunters won't let you go." Abraham explained, raising one hand and scratching his messy hair, "Among the hunter families, there are those who are good at hunting. Experts, there are also members who are not good at hunting or horseback riding. I am a member of this category. I am a nerd. I am not very good at using guns. I have a theory of killing vampires, but I have never implemented it myself. To be honest... ...It's amazing, doctor, you are the first vampire I have witnessed in reality since I was born, can I touch your teeth?"

"No." John Watson refused him.

Sherlock sat beside him, with his chin raised, with a proud look, "I came here to ask you how to convert a vampire back into a human."

Abraham smiled, "You must be joking..."

Both Sherlock and John Watson lowered their faces at the same time, and Abraham was shocked by their gloomy breath and restrained his smile, "My Jesus, are you serious? Turning vampires back into humans? Holmes, I am not alarmist, I am It has to be said that it is easy for a vampire to turn a human into a vampire, but it is a difficult challenge for a vampire to become a human... since ancient times, no vampire has succeeded, not a single one."

"I don't fucking want to be a vampire! I don't want to!" John Watson yelled in pain in the chair, "I woke up thinking about blood sucking, and I even described the killing scene in my mind... It made me Disgusting, and I can't stop imagining it! If I have to be like this all my life, I might as well die!"

"You won't die so easily. You are immortal now. Even if you are cut in two with a chainsaw, you can still regenerate. However, if you really want to die, you just need to go to the sun to dry it." Abraham stared intently. Staring at him, no sympathy could be found on his face, "Sunshine is the easiest weapon to kill vampires, although I don't know how long it will take, maybe 1 minute or 10 minutes, all in all, you just have to stay in the sun Underneath, sooner or later it will turn to ashes. Then it will be over."

Sherlock interjected sternly, "Shut up, Abraham, you can advise him on anything, you can't talk nonsense about that."

"Okay. I didn't say anything." Abraham put the tome on the table and folded his hands on his chest.

John Watson murmured in the chair and repeated: "The sun..."

Sherlock turned his head and stared at him: "I swear, John Watson, if you think like this again, I will..."

"What can you do to me?" John Watson also turned his head and looked at him fiercely, "It's not you who turned into a hateful and damned vampire, can you feel the feeling of blood flowing into the esophagus? I think Nausea, but satisfaction, being a vampire is crazy, I hate it. Like a monster."

Sherlock was momentarily speechless.

In the middle of the night, John Watson walked out of the British Library angrily. Sherlock tried to speed up his pace and followed behind him. John Watson moved at such a dazzling and silent speed that Sherlock blinked. In this second, John Watson was lost.

Sherlock stood in astonishment on the deserted road, raised his head to search around under the quiet street lights, stood at the crossroads, like an abandoned person, with strong anxiety and depression in his heart.

After a while, John Watson's voice came faintly from across the street. He was standing in front of a closed cafe. His figure was shrouded in a mysterious shadow, which seemed austere, attracting Sherlock's heart.

"Sherlock? Why are you walking so slowly?"

Sherlock watched in surprise as he moved to the opposite side of the road 60 meters away in a few seconds, and in the blink of an eye, John Watson suddenly returned to his eyes, Sherlock raised a hand and rubbed his eyes, " Oh, John, I'm getting dazzled."

John Watson had a gloomy face at first, but when he saw Sherlock panicked by him, he suddenly became cheerful, "I'm sorry, Sherlock, I'm just walking normally, and I didn't expect that I walked so fast ...Let me slow down and let's take a walk in the moonlight."

Sherlock, however, seemed dissatisfied with his speed, and continued to sneer: "You don't seem to hate your potential to advance by leaps and bounds that much."

"Hmph, don't try to annoy me with this," John Watson said, taking his hand and holding his slender fingers firmly in the cold palm, "Look, Sherlock, hold me as soon as you won't go away."

Sherlock suddenly became quiet obediently. He was afraid of spitting out redundant words to spoil the romantic atmosphere. He held John Watson's hand under the silver moon, as if he was holding the most precious thing in the world. He hoped that in this life he could I will stay with John Watson until I grow old, and neither will leave the other.

The whole of London fell asleep, there were only two figures strolling in silence on the street, and on the road, there was only one black shadow elongated by the moonlight, like a black ghost, silently trailing behind Sherlock.

None of them noticed that there was a strange figure flitting on the roof, and they couldn't figure out what it was, like a nocturnal owl spreading its wings, or a mysterious bat looking for food.

Part7

Sherlock was holding two bags of blood in front of him, one in his left hand and one in his right, and he said with a smile, "John, for tonight's dinner, I got it from the medical school, type A blood and type B blood, Which side do you like?"

John Watson sat in the armchair and touched his lips with his index finger. His dark blue eyeballs were filled with suffocating and charming halos. John Watson hesitated for a while and then said, "Sherlock? It's no good for you to be courteous." .”

Sherlock looked at him with a salesman-like expression, "Don't think so..."

"Now I am a mind-reading, omnipotent detective. You are trying to hide anything from me. Ha, you feel trembling. My useless brain is more effective than yours. I don't need any deductive methods. I can see through everyone's heart, and I know what you think."

Sherlock encountered setbacks, he snorted coldly, dropped two bags of blood, and sat awkwardly across the desk, "John, I think..."

"The answer is no."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, dissatisfied that his words had been interrupted early.

John Watson stared at him with a firm expression: "No no no no no no!"

Sherlock immediately changed to a pitiful expression to deal with him, "But John..."

"This expression of the sky falling is useless. If I say no, I won't turn you into a vampire." John Watson vetoed his unspoken thoughts.

Sherlock sighed, "Let me share weal and woe with you, this is what good friends should do."

"Damn it! This is not sharing weal and woe! You are just curious to try what it's like to be a vampire! You have seen the speed at which I move, and you want to have this kind of power, so that you can easily catch thieves Too much, but Sherlock, you have to think about it, the daytime has never belonged to me, I am a different kind who can only hide in the corner of the gutter. I will not agree to transform you into a vampire, I firmly disagree."

Sherlock lowered his eyelids and stared fixedly at the table. No matter what kind of thought that was about to move in his mind would be exposed under John Watson's eyes, this made him feel uneasy as if he had been defeated, and he became no longer Mysterious, Sherlock is not used to the feeling of being seen through.

But John Watson doesn't seem to take it seriously.

"You are no longer mysterious." John Watson returned to his smile, and there was a magic wave in his smile, "Even before I can't read minds, your eyes have betrayed you, how many times have you looked at me? The stare is so naked, I get it, I just can't put it into words."

Sherlock straightened the corners of his mouth, raised his head and looked at him, he was willing to be lost in John Watson's pupils for the rest of his life, those pupils were more attractive than the moon, and there was an inexplicable magnetic field hidden in them, Sherlock suddenly It fell into his eyes and floated.

He tried hard to keep his voice from shaking: "Why don't you say it?"

John Watson surrounded him with smiles, moved him, and Sherlock felt his heart pounding.

John Watson seemed to have heard his heartbeat, and the breathtaking smile became more tender and deep, almost melting Sherlock on the spot, and he said: "I won't say it because I'm waiting for you speak out."

Sherlock stood up from the chair like a madman, and walked over. He grabbed John Watson from the armchair and hugged him frantically, "Then I will say it now, John, I like it." You, I admit, I fell in love with you not long after you moved in."

John Watson smiled lightly in front of him and said, "Oh God, you are finally willing to confess."

Sherlock realized that he was involuntarily moving towards him, and John Watson closed his eyes a second before his lips touched. This kiss is very beautiful, Sherlock thought, his tongue tangled in John Watson's mouth. On his tongue, and the sometimes sharp teeth would occasionally scrape Sherlock's lips, which was very irritating, and Sherlock gradually fell in love with this strange and dangerous kiss.

They fell on the carpet, Sherlock messed up his clothes, he licked John Watson's chest with his tongue, John Watson grabbed his hair and gasped, "You... a little hot... let me A little pain."

Sherlock also noticed that John Watson's body temperature rose slightly with his caressing, which is a characteristic of cold-blooded animals. Wherever Sherlock's palm passed by, that inch of John Watson's skin would feel faintly hot. But with the movement of Sherlock's fingers, the temperature is also fleeting.

Sherlock finally rested his hand on John Watson's crotch, gently rubbed the bulge, felt the gradually hardening organ with his hot fingertips, and pinched John Watson with his fingers through the trousers Watson's silhouette, sliding from the root up, he was going to burn John Watson, and John Watson stared at him tremblingly, with inexplicable emotion in his eyes, "Sherlock... this reminds me of The moment I was bitten."

Sherlock's pupils contracted immediately, and he raised his fist jealously and slammed the carpet next to John Watson's ear, "I don't care who made you like this! You must stop thinking about him! I swear, if I If I meet him, I will kill him!"

Sad lines appeared on John Watson's eyebrows: "I can't do it... Sherlock, I keep thinking about him, and I don't know why. In my mind, that person is very similar to you. I think He is you," John Watson paused when he said this, "I don't know why I have such a deep memory of this hallucination. At that moment, it was like you were leaning over me to suck blood. Your The voice and the face lingered so clearly in my dreams, it was so strange."

Sherlock blocked the rest of his words with a deep kiss. The John Watson he kissed was speechless, but at the same time his lips were pierced by the violent tongue kiss. John Watson immediately became greedy and cherished in every possible way. sucking blood from Sherlock's lips.

Compared with the blood bag, John Watson prefers to take blood directly from Sherlock's neck. Sherlock knows what he has gradually become. The vampire hunter named Abraham told him that there is a word that can describe Xia Locke. Locke's situation.

blood servant.

He is now John Watson's mobile blood bank, his domesticated blood servant.

The collar of Sherlock's shirt was torn, and the graceful neck line was exposed to the air. John Watson's limbs were all on his body, and he slowly opened his lips under his earlobe, piercing his terrifying fangs. Into the blood hole that Sherlock has never had a chance to heal, under his body, Sherlock is slowly squeezing him away, advancing happily on the narrow and tight road, entangled in the supreme softness, like being wrapped in a ribbon Wrapped, entwined in suffocation is extremely wonderful.

John Watson's teeth did not leave his carotid artery throughout the copulation process, and the thick blood flowed through Sherlock's veins and swallowed deep in John Watson's throat, scalding his stomach. Stirring, John Watson couldn't help whimpering softly, half of the whimpering was caused by Sherlock's cock whipping him out of pleasure.

When the orgasm came, Sherlock nearly passed out, and John Watson suffered from dizziness when he drank too much.

Sherlock was sweating and spasming uncontrollably, waiting for the hallucinations and pleasure to pass down his spine before he could breathe again and he could utter the full sentence through dry lips, "John, you really Do you want to turn back into a human?"

John Watson stroked his hair with indescribable tenderness between his fingers: "Yes."

"Even if you are a vampire, it doesn't matter, I can nourish you with blood every day, you can suck blood from me endlessly, I will not push you away, never will."

John Watson licked his lips contentedly under him, and was stunned for a while when he heard this. After a long time, John Watson said: "Of course, your blood...is beautiful...but...I can't Keep living like this in an inhuman state. Ah, Sherlock, I don’t know which one is more stupid between you and me. If you go on for a long time, you will be severely anemic and then get sick, even if you go for blood transfusions every day or Take supplements, these are not enough to make up for the nutrients you lose once in the blood, far from enough, I am a doctor, I know better than anyone, long-term anemia will lead to sudden death of human beings."

Sherlock didn't say anything anymore, he kissed John Watson's forehead lightly, and found that he wouldn't shed any sweat even after going through intense actions, it should make John Watson turn back into a lovely human being , Sherlock stared at him with doting eyes, if John Watson was lucky enough to turn back into a person with body temperature and blood, then Sherlock would often tease him with a few words to make him blush and breathless.