[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

Of course John wanted to see him, but John decided to take a look and leave.

The wedding was held in the garden of the manor-style hotel. John was led in by Stanford, walked through the banquet hall on the first floor, and walked to the lawn outside. John came to the wedding scene with a sea of ​​people and stood at the end of the crowd. A swearing platform was set up, and the priest stood on it in a white robe of blessing, holding a Bible in his hand and reciting the wedding speech. Sherlock Holmes tilted his graceful side face slightly, and raised his head, as if catching something in the air.

Sherlock closed his eyes affectionately, collecting wisps of air into his lung lobes, not to be missed, he turned around, his mirror-like eyes were searching the crowd.

"He's going to find me." John muttered to himself, the scent on his body was keenly detected by Sherlock in a split second.

John turned and left quickly.

The crowd suddenly shouted and shoved each other to make way for an empty passage. Mycroft walked through this passage, strangled John's neck with his strong and powerful arms, and pulled John calmly under his nose. Sniffing, "John Watson, the big dazzling light bulb that lit next to my brother during the blind date was enough to impress me, oh, let me sniff twice more, I haven't seen you in half a year, you are actually pregnant, whose seed is this, it smells So familiar?"

"Go away!"

"Are you here today to snatch a marriage?"

"I'm just passing by!" John struggled with his arm dissatisfied.

Sherlock pushed away the guests, knocked over a pile of champagne glasses, rushed to John in a menacing manner, grabbed him, and tried to free him from his brother's arms, "John?" For his sudden appearance, Sherlock's eyes flickered Glittering with surprise.

Mycroft let go of his arms, refusing to let John get close to Sherlock's arms, his fingers tightly bound John's wrists, and John was stuck between the two Alphas, feeling like he was going to split in the middle and split in two.

"Mr. Holmes, don't break my lucky cat. He's very valuable." Stanford brought a plate of small cakes from the buffet table, ate them vaguely, and watched the excitement from the sidelines. How it develops is a good thing for him. If Holmes, who is rich and powerful, is interested in redeeming John again, Stanford will be smiling like Christmas early.

"Stanford the human trafficker, hmph, it's really the little thing you brought here to make trouble. It's not the first time you've brought an abandoned Omega to Alpha's wedding scene. There are many evil deeds, at least keep some professional ethics." Mycroft said coldly. looked down at him.

"My professional ethics is that I don't lose money and don't cheat people. I also have another nickname, the philanthropist Stanford. I have been doing good deeds all my life, working hard to find ways out for the poor Omega."

"This little thing is picking up customers at your place now?"

"Not yet, but soon. It will be almost there after the wedding." Stanford watched the progress with relish.

"John..." Sherlock hesitated to speak, as if a thousand words were stuffed in his chest, he had so many things to say to John, he stared at John with extreme displeasure, "Are you picking up the guests?"

"I don't have any guests." John declared.

"You guys chatted very happily." Moriarty walked over gracefully. He was wearing a high-end black dress of the same style as Sherlock, with a lily flower on the chest, and a white tie at the neckline. "Why don't you wait for me and Holmes After the wedding is over, you can continue to talk slowly at the party." Moriarty's jealous flames rose high in the back of his head, almost burning John to ashes on the spot, "Let me take a closer look," Moriarty squinted With an evil gaze, three jealous words squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You have?"

Moriarty lightly raised his eyelids to glance at Sherlock's perfect face, "You're still going out to hang out while you're engaged to me?"

"something wrong?"

"You can find me."

"You're not attractive enough."

"I'm not enough?"

"For me, it's not far off."

Moriarty obviously suppressed his anger in his chest, and kept looking at John with burning pupils, "My pheromones can also reach this intensity."

Sherlock cocked his mouth triumphantly, and looked back at John, as if marking John's expression that night, John turned his face away in embarrassment, seeing Sherlock's face reminded him of yesterday's frantic peak.

"Stop bragging, black spider, you can't do it, you personally verified it, when you threw my Omega on the street corner, he could attract about 100 alphas, it's endless, I beat one down and stood up again .”

"Until it's marked by me." Sherlock arrogantly added a crucial sentence.

Sherlock Holmes, Mark, John Watson.

Dark shadows began to drift around Moriarty, and the dark clouds before the storm gathered.

"It's already like this without heat, little slut, no wonder you are so obsessed with my brother." Mycroft observed John incredulously with his dark eyes, and under the tip of the senior official's nose, John was just a scent of a marker The ordinary breeder of progesterone, the strong pheromones in John's body have only taken effect on one person since his first night, and can no longer attract Mycroft redundantly. Mycroft has no blessing to enjoy his overflowing breath.

"Who the hell are you calling a little slut..."

"Vulgar behavior, violent tendencies." Mycroft continued to criticize.

John gritted his teeth and wanted to break free from Mycroft's restraint, and Sherlock on the other side also held John's hand relentlessly.

"Sherlock! Be rational, don't be impulsive and self-willed, don't be confused by him, go back and finish the wedding." Brother ordered him.

"I'm sorry, Mycroft...I'm suddenly not in the mood to get married right now." Sherlock involuntarily leaned towards John under the eyes of everyone, put his arms around John's waist, and put his nose on his hair, "I'm now Don't want to get married, oh, long time no see, John."

"One, let's exchange rings, kiss, and bridal chamber, two, I'll watch you die, including your brother." Moriarty threatened him murderously.

Mycroft calmly looked back at the prospective sister-in-law who had already stepped through the door with one foot, and said, "You can't kill me, Jim."

"Hmph, Mycroft, naive politician, do you think your snipers will stay where they are, limb and limb?"

While talking, a few red laser sights dangling stupidly floated on the chests of Sherlock and Mycroft, moving on the suit jackets of the two brothers.

Mycroft's BlackBerry female assistant had her hands bound with duct tape, walked through the crowd, and pushed in front of him. She still raised her head proudly in the face of the threat, maintaining her elegant demeanor as a senior assistant, "Sir, I'm sorry." She except The breathing speeded up a little, and the emotions were all stable.

"It's okay, baby." Mycroft comforted her calmly, still holding the little black umbrella leisurely in his hand.

"I admire you the most in the world, Sherlock Holmes, you are very similar to me, you are another me in the world, our combination is made in heaven." Moriarty advised him not to fight against the devil.

Stanford had already dodged aside to avoid the scorching sparks before the war broke out, just like watching John being besieged by the Alphas under the window of the university cafeteria back then, very wise and wise to protect himself.

"No one can force Holmes." Sherlock looked at Moriarty without fear.

"I'll give it a try," Moriarty said grimly, and a bullet grazed Sherlock's arm from a distance, leaving a dark streak of blood on his frock coat, the bullet burning his skin, and burrowing into the chest behind him. Grass, a muffled sound.

John looked at Sherlock's wounded and bleeding arm, the sweet smell of blood rushed into his nostrils, and suddenly grabbed John's heart, John burst out of strength and anger, he was able to drive a hole in the city wall, and John grabbed Throwing away Mycroft's hand frantically, he stood in front of Sherlock, more nervous than his own brother, "You are enough! Who allowed you to shoot!"

"Oh, grumpy pregnant woman! What are you! Ten brains of yours are no match for one of my fingers, you can conceive, I can conceive, and I can get Sherlock's sperm in my Take root in the stomach. A few days later than you, but I will give birth to a better seed than you, why are you so arrogant."

John stood resolutely in front of Sherlock, and pointed his finger at the black spider's nose excitedly, "I don't care how many crimes he will do in this life, play with a few Omega, and give birth to a few seeds, but I will not let him give to anyone Kill, I will not allow Sherlock Holmes to die before me."

"Singable loyalty can be used as an epitaph, but I won't build a tombstone for you." Moriarty took out an automatic pistol from his arms and poked it on John's forehead, "I want to kill you with my own hands. "

"Today is your big day and you still carry a gun with you? Jim, stop messing around, you ignorant little ones, Sherlock, you and Jim will finish the wedding, mom is upstairs watching, and you , ex-military doctor, don’t come here to make trouble, I will give you the alimony, so you don’t have to pick up any more guests, and the child will still be born to you, and I allow his last name to be Holmes.”

John stood resolutely on the spot, Sherlock raised his hand and put it on his shoulder, and his thin whispers floated in John's ear like stars, "Is it really mine?"

"nonsense."

"Hit it once?"

John nodded subtly.

John was full and thorough that night, with many orgasms, and even if it wasn't the days with the highest conception rate, Sherlock's brilliant DNA still picked the best breeding grounds with discernment.

Sherlock smiled, "You're amazing…"

The aura between the two is almost boiling and then oxidized, and they fit seamlessly into one.

Moriarty wanted to tear apart the distance between the two of them like a piece of white paper. He pulled the safety catch of the pistol, and John rushed over with sharp eyes, punched him on the chin, and took away his pistol. Under Moriarty's eyelids.

"You're doing something stupid." Moriarty gritted his teeth and glared at him angrily.

John held his pistol firmly and looked at Sherlock, "I'm leaving now, I won't bother you again. You continue with your wedding, I can't think of any words of blessing, I just hope you can choose a happy one way of life.”

The laser dot moved from Holmes to John, and John stepped back on the lawn, pointing the gun straight at Moriarty, "Damn devil, I'll shoot every shot, save your energy, it's better not to give me Chances are, don't even try to sneak up on me until I walk out."

John backed away from the lawn smoothly and walked into the banquet hall. He turned and left quickly, with the pistol hanging on his knee, panting in pain in his chest.

Sherlock is going to consummate with Moriarty after the wedding, he's going to be hard enough to get an erection for someone other than John, he's going to put his big transparent cock inside someone else, he's going to have another bunch of kids that aren't made with John from.

John leaned on the wall, feeling a little depressed, and his psychological barrier lingered, and occasionally came back to press on his back to torture him like a spirit bound by the earth.

He had just walked out of the banquet hall and was standing outside the resplendent promenade, when there was a chaotic call for help from the garden, followed by countless footsteps chasing after him, the guests fled with their heads in their arms, dodging in all directions, and the bullets from the sniper rifles shot at him incessantly. On the grass, John was pushed to the wall of the corridor by a river of guests. He leaned against the wall, wanting to go back and protect Sherlock strongly, but the crowd was overwhelming, and John was knocked to the ground as soon as he took two steps, and the pistol was smashed by countless shoes. Kicked away, if he doesn't get up quickly, he will step into broken bear cakes in the chaos of order, one hand dragged him up, Sherlock caught him accurately in the crowd following the smell, he led John quickly Passing through layer after layer of shoulders, shrinking behind a large column.

John was so excited that before he had time to catch his breath, Sherlock couldn't wait to press him on the pillar, raised John's hands, raised his arms high, and pressed his two small wrists firmly on top of John's head , John turned his face, the tip of Sherlock's nose swept across John's chin, then passed John's shoulder blades, and then he buried himself in John's armpit, sniffing deeply there, wonderful, superior, excellent, John was so arrogant by him Suppressing and sniffing, I felt hot all over my body.

"You smell different again, like green fruit overripe. Pregnancy is amazing." Sherlock's hands let go of him, ran across his back, tightened, and John had to tiptoe, Sherlock kept leaning Unwilling to leave under his armpit, John's arm rests on top of his head, overwhelmed by his teasing.

"Now you still have time to do this kind of thing!"

Sherlock rubbed his nose against his armpit from bottom to top once, again, then let go of John with strong reluctance, shook his head, and rubbed his left and right temples with his slender hands to restore himself Radiant sanity, "You're always distracting me by not using inhibitors."

"You just ran out recklessly like this??"

"What does it matter, my brother is being held hostage there. I should have sent a text message to the Sheriff at Scotland Yard first." Sherlock picked up the phone to edit the message, and pressed the send button for a few seconds, John wondered if it was not directly It will be faster to call 911, in case the sheriff's hands are too busy to read the text message. Sherlock put the phone in his pocket, hugged John again, couldn't help but bowed his head in John's arms again, his cheek was stroking John's chest hair through his shirt, "I'm going crazy just smelling you, we haven't seen each other for a long time Yes, for a whole month, I miss you every day."

A slight shudder ran down John's spine when he heard his words, and he hugged Sherlock's curly hair, running his fingers through it.

"You can come to me, I can't go anywhere except Stanford, can't I? You are very good at finding people, and a mere John Watson won't let you find them."

Sherlock raised his head and looked at his lips, swirling them greedily, and Sherlock lowered his eyelashes in frustration, "But you don't want me anymore, I don't want to bother you and annoy you."

John asked him in surprise, "What do you mean I don't want you?!"

"You only treated me as a one-night stand, and you left after playing with my body that night."

"I'm fucking playing with your body?? Tell me who is playing with you!!!"

"You have my flesh and blood and neither came to me nor entrusted me with any message. You just played with me and didn't want to see me again."

"It's you who didn't take the initiative to come to me! It's you who don't want a child!"

"Just because I don't want children doesn't mean I don't want you."

John was quiet and collected, "Sherlock, you have to understand that what's in my stomach is a part of my body, it's flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, and if you don't want him, you don't want me. "

Sherlock looked at him, blinking, "It's part of you."

"A part of me and you."

Sherlock kissed his lips excitedly, "John, I like everything about you, everything about you, oh, you are so sweet, it makes my IQ drop, we have to find a safer place."

John didn't think too much about what Sherlock was trying to do with such vehement pleas for a safe place.

Sherlock took his hand, squeezed it tightly, and threw away the lily on his chest, "I regret the marriage."

"Are the consequences serious?"

Sherlock took his hand and looked back at John who was following him, "No matter how serious the consequences are, I will not die. I will never die. I didn't care about life and death before, but now, I have to consider not only I am alone, two, no, three, what do you think, you came to snatch the marriage, and you succeeded."

"I was really just passing by, and I didn't expect you to run out foolishly."

Sherlock led him outside the hotel, hailed a taxi, shoved him in, and squeezed him beside him, "Back to me? A cup of tea? You're good enough at making tea to make someone marry you, Not too much sugar, not too little, just right."

"Some people said that it was bad to drink before they didn't have eyes."

"Is there such a thing?" Sherlock gave him a shallow smile in the carriage, this kind of smile dotted John's pupils, making John's heart sway, and John felt that he could hold this smiling face through the whole cold day winter.

John faltered, "But I can't drink tea, it's not healthy, at least not for now."

Sherlock stared at him intently, then suddenly realized, focusing on his precious stomach.

"Don't look." John turned his head to look out the car window, avoiding Sherlock's scorching gaze.

Back at 221B, John stood breathing in the long-lost apartment, the messy bookshelves, stacks of books still lying on the carpet, the smell of charcoal and alkaloids in the fireplace, he sat on the double sofa under the wall, Mrs. ． Hudson fled somewhere at the wedding scene with his head in his arms, probably going to the club along the way to buy a scratch-off.

Sherlock opened the closet in the kitchen to study other than tea bags, drinks that he could handle properly with his superior IQ, and John waited for 15 minutes, only to find a crooked tin can, sprinkled The cooking table full of Ovaltine and protein powder is comparable to a battlefield, John quickly changed his mind and said that plain water is good.

Sherlock held a glass of crystal clear boiling water in front of him.

John picked it up silently, blew on the mist, and sipped, the atmosphere was so strange, Sherlock kept staring at himself as if he had never seen a living person drink water.

"I smell it."

John almost choked on the boiling water, he quickly put the water on the coffee table, "You haven't stopped all the way!"

"You lived in that smoky brothel in Stanford for more than a month, and you really haven't received any customers? Not once?"

"They said I didn't pick up customers! I'm not a prostitute!"

"I want to make sure..."

"Believe me!"

"I need evidence, you have integrity, but at the same time you are good at duplicity."

John knew that he was just looking for an excuse to take advantage of himself, but John couldn't refute it for a while, he really couldn't produce evidence to prove that he was as good as a jade.

After all, for a period of time, he did seriously consider selling himself.

Sherlock leaned over, cheek nestled in his thigh, John leaned back on the back of the sofa, arms raised, not knowing where to put them, Sherlock opened his thighs, and John's shoelaces were caught by him before he could untie them On the shoulders, John was dragged by him, and his upper body fell on the armrest. Sherlock held his thighs, rubbed his lower body with the tip of his nose hard through his jeans, "It's great, it's like heat."

John clutched the sofa cushions helplessly, allowing him to check his chastity in an absurd way.

Only traces of Sherlock's marks and John's immaculate body odor will be found on it, and nothing else.

"The pheromones are not the same as before you were pregnant." Sherlock kissed John's outline with his lips obsessively.

"You have identified enough!"

John was stiff from the moment his lips were pressed against him, but he was oppressed by the thick jeans and couldn't stand upright. Sherlock's face was pressed against his crotch at close range, and his index finger and thumb followed John's contours and rubbed against the outside of the fabric, The hot palm touched his private parts back and forth, "Do you want it?"

John bit his fingers hard, nodded blankly, oh my god, he is not in heat, and there is no such thing as heat during pregnancy, his body is fully engaged in preparing for the baby and not caring about the overflow of lust , but he has only been fed once, and the hunger and thirst in his heart, which knows the taste of the marrow, is still uncontrollably provoked by desire.

Sherlock poked his pussy through his pants with his fingers, John's wet water penetrated the surface of the jeans fabric, and an oval-shaped water stain appeared near the backyard, and the area of ​​the water stain was getting bigger and bigger, faintly revealing him What is the shape of the hole, too embarrassing.

Sherlock held his alluring little ass with both hands, and buried his cheeks on it, "Oh, there is only my taste here, no one has stained it, John, you are so beautiful. Incomparable." Sherlock ravaged with haughty facial features with his genitals.

John spread his hands over his ears bewilderedly, and heard Sherlock say.

"Let's do it, now, right now." Sherlock was still buried in John's lingering private parts, creating a strong aphrodisiac smell, his hands ripped apart the shirt that John had tucked into his trousers, and stretched into the shirt, spreading from his belly up, flexible and fiery His fingers were about to touch John's nipple, which was clamoring for attention.

"No." God damn Mycroft appeared at the living room door at an inopportune moment, with Lestrade staring behind him with big, knowledgeable eyes.

"Oh!" John yelled in confusion, quickly retracted his thighs from Sherlock's shoulders, adjusted his posture with the sofa cushions, sat up straight, straightened his messy shirt, his buttocks were wet from the cushions.

"You are so reckless! Sherlock! You are like a child who doesn't know how to be responsible!" Mycroft, with the majesty of a parent, fiercely pulled a chair from the desk, and sat on it solemnly, Xiao Hei The umbrella is held sharply in front of him.

"It took you less than twenty minutes to get out of danger. So disappointing." Sherlock unbuttoned his suit jacket, showing indifference to his brother's near-death escape.

"Before Lord Holmes was headshot, I arrived in time with my men." The sheriff sniffed the soft air, looked at John curiously, with a look of disbelief, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "I don't know Is it my illusion, is there someone in this room who is pregnant?"

Mycroft interrupted Lestrade's chatter, "It's not like I won't let him be born! Why are you in a hurry! He has his baby, you marry yours! You're not the only one in the world with a wife at home and a bunch of honey outside." Alpha, monogamy is a joke for Alpha."

"I don't think it's a joke. Monogamy is a symbol of human retreat from the primitive, and it's the highest expression of love." Lestrade didn't want to sit down, but stood aside with his hands behind his back.

"Shut up! Lestrade! It's not your turn to intervene in Holmes' chores!"

Lestrade snorted, "Okay then, it's hard for an upright official to break up housework, so I'll escort you to a safe place as well, and I'll go back to the police station first."

"Remember next Wednesday's appointment."

"It suddenly occurred to me that I will be on duty at the vegetable market next Wednesday."

"The sheriff of Tangtang Police Headquarters is going to the vegetable market to perform his duties?"

"Yes, I applied temporarily."

"Wait a minute, Lestrade," Mycroft sighed, condescendingly releasing his rare tenderness, "I was so excited just now."

"So." Lestrade looked at him indifferently.

"Stay a little longer."

"But I'm busy."

"Please, stay a little longer."

John watched helplessly as the sheriff managed to defeat the dreaded Mycroft Holmes, and the sheriff sat down in another chair next to the desk, his arms resting on the table.

Listening to Mycroft continue to discipline the children.

"If you offend this black spider, he will not let it go. You and I can escape from his sniper rifle today, but not tomorrow. Sooner or later, the banks, treasuries and prison gates of the whole country will be opened collectively inexplicably. He is a A hacker that cannot be underestimated. He has a lot of things to divert his anger. He will use his spider web to guide a group of little red spiders he raised to come out of the nest along the spider web. He will create countless vicious unsolved cases. Busy you, maybe it will force you to death."

"I'm happy to look forward to it." Sherlock was even more excited when he heard the word unsolved case.

"He will implicate a bunch of innocent people!"

"You actually want me to marry an Omega with such a dangerous nature."

Mycroft looks like he wants to grab SHERLOCK in the state of the buttocks. He fried for Sherlock. "If you get married with him obediently, he will only help the Holmes family! I won't murder you!"

"If you like him so much, you go find him to marry yourself. Two Holmes, one ran away, and there happened to be one left."

"He is a genius like you, with excellent genes..."

"So good that he put a gun to my nose."

Mycroft poked the little black umbrella on the living room floor, snorted two streams of fire from his nostrils, and the dreaded Satanic face looked fiercely at Johnwatson, "I don't care about you, it's because you have Holmes' illegitimate child."

The benefits enjoyed by pre-pregnancy Omega and post-pregnancy Omega are really quite different.

"I will go for a pregnancy test next month. I want to make sure whether you are pregnant with a man or a woman, whether it is an Alpha or an Omega, or a worthless Beta. If you are not pregnant with a strong male Alpha, I will not let you With the Holmes family, I will never allow the two of you to decide for life privately. If you dare to sneakily go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register your marriage, I will know, and I will let you know. How much regret is used to spell the wrong word? of."

"Hmph." Sherlock leaned back on the sofa disdainfully.

Mycroft carefully discussed with Sherlock how to deal with Moriarty, and what methods to use to prevent this demon from destroying England, but Sherlock didn't care at all. His original words were, "Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover, no problem can be difficult Sherlock Holmes."

Before he left, Mycroft made a point of telling him again and again, "You are not allowed to have any intercourse within three months, you are not allowed to mess with him, and you can't play tricks between the two of you. During this period, the fetus is very fragile. And none of you have experience, if something goes wrong and my expectations fail, I will not forgive you, neither of you will forgive."

Send away the lorry parents with contemptuous eyes.

"Sherlock, does your arm hurt, I'll bandage it for you."

According to John's memory, if 221B hadn't undergone earth-shaking major renovations, the medicine box should still be in place, and he found it. Sherlock took off his dress jacket that smelled of ammunition, and John cut his shirt fabric, and it was as white as snow. The thin skin and tender flesh were spun off by the bullet, with scorched marks, John disinfected the wound with iodine, washed the wound, and then tied the bandage. , but the reason for the teasing of fate is that he did not get a medical profession with a fixed salary.

Sherlock looked at John in silence for a long time, until he put away the medicine box, Sherlock suggested, "Come back and live, you can promote my inspiration more than my skull, you can increase my detection rate for me, you can talk, It’s still walking around in front of my eyes, which is pretty good.”

John asked unsurely, "You want to keep me?"

"Yes, I think."

"Willingly? Didn't you use me as a shield?"

"Willingly, I want you by my side, in a place very close to me, so that I can smell you, how sweet you are, especially now this smell is only for me."

"...But you didn't want a baby in the first place, you couldn't abandon him after I was born, you don't want him, you don't want me." John repeatedly pestered him on this issue, how scared he was of Sherlock just said casually That's all.

Sherlock hugged him obsessively, "I want to have you on this sofa right away, over and over again."

"Grass, your mind is full of lust! Can't you spare some time to discuss with me about raising children?!"

Sherlock struggled to wriggle out of his slimy smell, "I can't lie to you, I've always disliked children and still do. My brother would happily adopt and take responsibility for their education, and he'd find someone qualified Nurses, and excellent governesses."

"Sherlock..." John leaned on his shoulder, his cheeks flushed instantly, "I don't reject breastfeeding, I am willing to breastfeed, let me take care of the baby, it won't affect you, and," John patted His back, "I want my child to grow up under your watch."

"But I don't like it."

"Be patient." John squeezed his cheek, "You'll get used to it."

Sherlock backed down aggrieved, "I understand."

The depression that had accumulated in John's heart for several days was washed away by his expression at this moment, Sherlock frowned, and uninterruptedly listed the 1000 million crimes of children's harm to the world, a refreshing warmth rushed into John's heart. 10 months ago he