[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

It’s not that John has never been in love. His first love was his childhood sweetheart who grew up next door. She had blond hair, blue eyes, and her nickname was Mary. The summer camp teacher that year took them to the fragrant mulberry garden to harvest mulberry fruits in a rattan basket. , the quiet afternoon and the romantic chirping of cicadas, where Mary snatched John's first kiss that had been kept for 16 years.

Three months later, one night, when the full moon hung high, Mary woke up suddenly in her bedroom on the second floor. She heard roars coming from the yard next door, and a kind and pitiful little girl walked away in a white dress. Going to the window, she lifted up the hollow curtain with tassels and peeped out. Next to it was John's cozy little home. She remembered that John didn't go to school this morning because he accidentally caught a cold.

Mary stared at the outside with wide eyes in horror. There are countless Alphas occupying the entire street of the community, and they circled around John's house in a state of unconsciousness. Someone picked up small stones from the yard and was eyeing them. Slamming on the window of John's room, the restless Alphas woke up half of the community, creating unprecedented chaos, and then called the police.

She had only found out that John was an Omega on this terrible night, and that he was "top class."

same as her. (This is the real reason why their relationship can be hidden from the whole world, not because others are too stupid, but because neither of them can mark the other.)

He is also an Omega like Mary, no, to be precise, he is not the same as Mary, John is different.

No Omega can match the sweet John Watson.

Even if it's not in heat, he can make Alpha's adrenal glands boil like a furnace, he can inspire Alpha to climb mountains and ridges, overcome obstacles, and move towards him unswervingly, his excellent pheromones will make the people next to him feel happy, The blood speeds up, the body temperature rises, and then the lust is ignited with a "crack", and the Alpha who happened to pass by at this time will be tempted by John and lose control.

Now this sweetness is only for one person to enjoy.

John stood up straight, sticking to the wallpaper between the bookshelf and the sofa, Sherlock grabbed his developing breasts through the white tulle clothes, John hugged his stomach and hinted to Sherlock not to crush his little baby, Sherlock Observed his confused expression and smiled slightly, "You are more delicate and interesting than my microscope."

John glanced up at him with his eyelids up, it was touching not to compare John to his dead body on the bench.

Sherlock slowly reached down with a hand and lifted John's skirt hem. He is a top-notch performer as well as a top-notch artist. His flirtatious fingers wandered on the inside of his thigh, and John's delicious penis was eagerly hanging on it. There, lift up the skirt to watch, the flesh-colored cylinder swings back and forth between the legs with the slight movements of the owner, the round and charming glans is still not erect, and a shy little mushroom head protrudes between the foreskins, it looks so beautiful Looking forward to letting you taste it, longing for someone to sharpen his foreskin wildly with the rough tongue coating, a wet patch spreads down the thigh, and the glistening liquid keeps dripping from John's back, heading towards the hollow of the knee, Sherlock uses Smart palms encircle his sexy stem.

John's place began to engorged rapidly, several blue veins popped up on the surface of the foreskin, and the transparent pre-cum uncontrollably oozes out from the front of the horse's eyes, hungry and seductive.

"You're even wet here." Sherlock sighed slightly, kneading the delicate foreskin frenulum near his penis with his fingertips, John's breathing became heavier, Sherlock regarded his willingly dedicated body as an experimental equipment, Feel free to test John's sensitive areas, bet on the gentle and charming body with the passion for the truth, and look for every inch of every part that can cause moisture. Kneading John's pink and small nipples is obviously the first to bear the brunt, with electric fingers Belly circles around the nipples would make John moan beautifully and have an incomparable well of oozing from his asshole, but kissing seemed to take it to the next level. Sherlock bit his lip and tested it again, wet tongue kiss, John was on the verge of suffocating with his virtuosity of lips and tongue, how much John was infatuated with him and even had a vague adoration in his heart, the white fingers that made John adore Sliding away from John's buttocks, wandering in John's creases, ah, John wet his fingers, the sticky sweetness stained his fingers.

Nothing in the world could beat Sherlock Holmes' long, deep tongue kiss.

The tip of his tongue rubbed against the base of John's tongue, and John shivered with excitement, the desire trapped in Sherlock's hand swelled vigorously, John put his arms around his shoulders, the scraping between the flesh and the flesh burned into flames, crying out for a longing for the asshole Zhang Yihe engulfed the knuckles of Sherlock's lingering fingers, calmly pushing them into his tight body, John looked at his cheeks dimly, and whispered tremblingly, "I love..." John paused immediately, he found himself Too distracted, almost missed the subtext that kept clamoring in his heart.

"What do you love?" Sherlock looked down at him, lips as red as roses.

John leaned against his hot body, and quietly changed the subject, "I found a small room, just a few blocks away, where I can live after my baby is born."

"You're going to work and breastfeed your baby? You're going to put your baby on the bench outside the door of the operating room, and then rush out to breastfeed him after you're done with a six-hour operation?" Sherlock's gentle face suddenly subsided, his brows were furrowed, and his provocative fingers were pulled out with the sound of lustful water, with transparent silk thread wrapped between his fingers, Sherlock ruthlessly put John's overflowing lust on John's white Wipe clean on clothing.

John leaned back against the wallpaper, staring at him calmly, "Otherwise, what idea do you want to get for me? I don't want to give away my child, even if the other party is a powerful government official, I can't Endure my flesh and blood growing up under the noses of others, listen to the teachings of others, and never hear the bedtime stories of his biological father."

Sherlock snorted, let go of him cruelly, and sat down on the loveseat next to him, with an awkward and proud face, "I never give in, I have been wandering in London since I was 16, walking alone until I knew you when I was 27, and I never gave in to anyone, or gave in to anyone."

John was silent for so long, so long that Sherlock thought he had lost his voice in the silence of the living room.

John slowly opened his mouth and said, "Sherlock... People will change... You are not as bad as outsiders think you are. You are indeed anti-social and have a weird personality. Before this, you have never really appreciated anyone. But you said thank you to John Watson."

Sherlock looked back at him, "Do you want me to change for you again? You want Sherlock Holmes to change from a cold-blooded machine to a delicate, human guy? You want a day when I'm from the scene of a bloody murder Back home, happily imprinting a goodnight kiss on a snotty, dirty face?" Sherlock couldn't help but shiver when he said this, as if he was going through a ghost story, "I tell you, no one wants I don’t like to have too many fetters with living people. The so-called family relationship will only distract my energy, and I will be dragged down by many daily trivialities. Out of the hearts of the people, I have to finish work early every weekend because there are a few more annoying people at home urging me to go home, I can no longer concentrate on fighting the enemy, I will worry about the enemy threatening with the oil bottle I left in the apartment Me. I'm going to get into endless trouble..."

John walked over and held his face gently and firmly, "It's not that serious, Sherlock, don't be so scared, family is not as scary as you think, I'm a trouble too but you kept me by your side, what do you think? Am I a terrible drag on your work?"

"Among the 1000 million people I've met, you're the only one that isn't that bad..." Sherlock hesitated, trying to complete the sentence. After he lost his sense of smell, he was very rational, and the hidden thoughts in his heart often made people guess. , "In other words, you are the most amazing thing I have ever witnessed."

Sherlock's light gray eyes were filled with a mist of affection and focus, "I can do anything but die in front of you, you are willing to trade my life for me, if only one person can live between you and me, you Will choose me, I am your everything, including this in your belly, you are willing to be born because I gave you this seed, I must live, for you. You depend on me, there is no one but me others."

John smiled, "I thought you were buried dead in the ground and couldn't hear anything."

"I heard and I always remember, John, you are the most special."

"I don't know."

"You are the most special, there is only one, there is no one else besides you, I can't imagine having another one... I never pretend to be in front of you, if I don't like it, I will show it straight. "

"Well, you bastard Holmes, you're a typical passer-by right now, and since you're so worried about your kids ruining your life, you shouldn't have gotten me pregnant in the first place."

"You shouldn't have passed into Irene Alder's hands in the first place."

"You shouldn't have boxed me up from damn Stanford in the first place!"

"It's better not to go to Afghanistan to play war games in the first place, so that you will already be a regular doctor with the title of doctor, and the salary is enough for you to go abroad for two vacations a year."

"Why don't you say that I don't want to be born at all, so I won't meet you, and my life won't be ruined."

"Your life was ruined because you met me?"

"Totally ruined!"

Sherlock slammed the armrest of the sofa angrily, "Enough! John Watson! Your life was ruined long before I put it on the table. How did your parents who loved you die?"

John froze for a moment, he hadn't expected Sherlock to bring it up all of a sudden.

"You value the bond between families so much because you lost it! Oh, look at the look on your face, asking Sherlock stupidly, how did you know that my parents died young? Obviously I haven't investigated your family background, I Let me tell you how I know, every time my brother comes over as a guest, he will occasionally talk about our mother, but you never interrupt this topic. When a normal person does not mention his parents in his daily life, there are only two possibilities, His parents abused him, which made him feel ashamed and hard to talk about, but it is obvious that you had a happy childhood. I can see it from your unshade smile. You were not born without parents. You were born without parents. You grew up under the blessing of happiness until one day, they died. Eighty percent of them were accidental deaths, right under your nose. You suffered countless abandonment, your parents went to death and abandoned you, and the country and the army squeezed you dry The value of selfishness abandoned you, don't you worry that your child will repeat your fate and live as miserable as you? I don't hate you, but it doesn't mean that I can tolerate living things other than you, just in case When will I show a look of loathing your little baby, how should his fragile little heart bear it, and what should you do with me?"

John stared at him without saying a word, then grabbed the blanket on the sofa, put it on his body, and planned to walk back to the room, "I don't have oxygen in front of you, I'll change clothes and go out to find a place where I can breathe."

"You are almost nine months pregnant in a few days, and the amniotic fluid is going to be worn, so don't wander around."

"Since I can still be fucked with the finger of a thousand knives and still be safe, I can go out and take two steps!"

John slammed the door hard, and 5 minutes later he was wearing a maternity jumpsuit and a thick woolen coat, and then wrapped a scarf and went downstairs, leaving the goddam Holmes alone on the sofa in the living room to sit quietly, Let it get moldy.

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"The children in the Holmes family have to drink milk for 10 months." Mycroft is sitting in the cafeteria downstairs in 221B, and John is sitting opposite with his stomach in his hands, with an angry look on his face. This secluded corner sits watching them both.

"It's not too late for me to take the baby after weaning him," Mycroft added.

"I say one thing, my child, I will let him grow up sticking to my ass, and I will not kick him out of the house until he can tell the difference between east, west, and north."

"It seems we can't negotiate."

"I won't back down."

"I won't back down either." Mycroft swirled viciously at his upright face, "John…"

"Stop trying to persuade me."

"But the blood in your stomach is indeed the blood of the Holmes family. I will not allow him to grow up in a poor environment."

"Poverty creates virtue, and poverty does not produce anti-social and distorted personality."

Mycroft choked, and he flashed a flash of embarrassment, "I admit that I doted on Sherlock and spoiled him like this, but for the sake of his dependence on you and the fact that he grew a heart for you For sake! I've never found any expression of concern or fear on his face, but he's more of a coward than a machine while you're unconscious..."

John gritted his teeth excitedly, "Fuck the Alpha who failed to develop EQ!"

Mycroft stroked his eyebrows with his fingers with a headache, "It's useless to regret, you've already been fattened by him, why didn't you consider that there would be such a day at the beginning, your devotion is too casual, my brother is It’s not wrong to be handsome and charming..."

"He raped me!" John stood up angrily, slamming his fist on the table, and the exquisite teacup and spoon jingled.

The other customers in the cafe turned their heads to look at the noisy table curiously.

John's eyes were red and bloodshot, "I hate him! If I had to make a list of hate, ten out of ten names would be him! I hate your brother to death! I'm not ready to bond, and neither is he." Didn't think about being a father, but he fucked me anyway, fuck Sherlock Holmes! I almost lost my hope to save him, what did I get? He just used me as an object of lust before he lost his sense of smell , even more bastard after losing the sense of smell! I have now become his damn roommate, I am his benefactor who is pregnant with his flesh and blood, and he doesn’t love me..." John’s teeth creaked, enduring the painful emotions, "Now I know what the problem is, it's not that he doesn't like children, it's that he doesn't love me."

"Don't be so loud…" Mycroft looked at his pregnancy worriedly.

"Oh..." John grinned and frowned, and suddenly sat back in the chair with his stomach in his arms. He felt a strong contraction, his lower abdomen suddenly dropped, and he sighed long, "Oh, I want to give birth It's..."

Mycroft pushed away the chair in fright and hurried to his side, staring at him in fear, the hands that could manipulate and subvert the British government suddenly didn't know where to help him.

John stroked his stomach and adjusted his breathing a few times, then waved his hand out of breath, "No, I made a mistake, I just kicked me."

"John Watson! If you dare to do this again, I will definitely hang you on London Bridge!" Mycroft found that his voice was trembling with excitement.

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It was night, prime time, John sat in front of the TV and switched channels frequently, while Sherlock was playing his violin by the window.

"Could you stop making ghostly noises while I'm watching TV."

"You used to think my violin was beautiful."

John turned off the TV irritably, and stood up with his stomach straight. He suddenly felt a continuous sense of hunger, and his stomach was rumbling. It was obvious that Mrs. had only used it two hours ago. A sumptuous dinner prepared by Hudson, John also had mushroom pasta for two.

"Sherlock…" John started calling him that rising end note again.

"What's wrong with you, little mentally fragile doctor?"

"I'm hungry." John muttered, walked to the refrigerator, opened it, and there was a shiny human head inside, John's appetite was not dampened by this hellish picture, he closed the refrigerator, turned around and looked for other edibles in the kitchen Target, "I'm so hungry."

Sherlock glanced at him impatiently by the window, "Hmph, there are no more than three people on this earth who can dictate to me."

"Your mother, your brother, and me, please, Sherlock, I'm so hungry, I just swallowed on that human head in your refrigerator, it's disgusting."

Sherlock put down his violin, "I'm calling for takeaway. Pizza or steak?"

"All sound good, I want to eat turkey."

"Hmm..." Sherlock took out his phone and dialed the takeaway number.

"A whole..."

Sherlock's hand pressing the number paused, and he scanned the room with him with contempt for the low-intelligence creature with a thick nasal voice who couldn't even shake his words, "Sorry?"

"It's best to have a whole one."

"You mean turkey."

"Yes."

"The smallest one weighs 6 kilograms. It's bigger than your stomach when it comes out of the baking tray."

John nodded seriously, "I know what a turkey looks like, I can't control myself, I've been having this strong and irresistible thought, like God instilling the gospel in my mind, I feel that I Gotta get a turkey tonight."

Sherlock looked at him with more contempt than contempt, "You are determined to torment me, aren't you... There is no takeaway for this kind of thing, I have to go out and buy it. Where did you learn the trick? I'll buy it." After the turkey is served, you will probably let me go out to buy ice cream again."

"No, I didn't mean to torment you... Since you're going out, why don't you bring a calf leg?" John bit his lower lip seriously in front of his eyes, "Then add two liters of milk... I want to eat more Some jelly..."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "These things add up to at least 15 kilograms... You want me to carry them back with bare hands?"

"I don't know! I really don't know! All I can think about is eating this! I feel like I'm going to die if I don't!" John spread his hands innocently.

Sherlock sighed a long time, "Just try your best to get revenge on me." Sherlock picked up the long coat on the back of the chair, and passed his arms through the sleeves neatly, "But nothing can stop Sherlock Holmes, no matter how much you pay I will easily complete the difficult test. Waiting for the good news..." Sherlock pulled the scarf and hung it around his graceful neck, his contemptuous eyeballs roving on John's face, "A whole roast turkey, yours How did you come up with a sticky head..."

It took Sherlock a full 2 ​​hours to come back. It is not difficult to find a whole veal shank and a whole turkey. What takes time is waiting for the chef to cook these large ingredients thoroughly. Sherlock used Holmes' method to find I found two liters of milk in the supermarket, and queued up to pay the bill in the way of Holmes - he exposed the privacy of a dozen customers in front, successfully drove them away, got the opportunity to jump in line, and was lucky to be in Get away before being hit in the head with a cauliflower from the supermarket.

He returned home with two packages of food wrapped in tinfoil and brown paper bags, which was enough for Christmas. He fumbled lightly to unlock the lock, and saw that John was already hungry enough to eat Mrs. Hudson's stock, he put down the seventh can of rice that was temporarily heated in the microwave, and Sherlock narrowed his eyes as if he was facing an enemy, not daring to approach him.

John sat at the dining table, holding a fork in both hands at the same time, and he said carelessly, "You're finally back, I almost gnawed on the table legs."

Sherlock couldn't answer.

Mrs. Hudson came up from the downstairs kitchen with two cans of strawberry jam, "John, forgive me for not going shopping today... Oh Sherlock, dear Sherlock, you are finally back, if you slow down he will eat me gone."

Mrs. Hudson took the paper bag from Sherlock's arms, "It's so heavy..." the landlady muttered, took out the tin foil from the paper bag, turned around and found a large dinner plate in the closet, carefully spread the tin foil on the plate, and A roast turkey the size of a pillow, a gigantic veal shank covered in sauce.

John licked his tongue over the two large portions of meat.

Sherlock hid him at the far end of the table, a look of awe at John.

John smelled the fragrant ingredients, and smiled with satisfaction, "We divide the work, Sherlock, you have to help me too, I can't waste my energy on sawing the calf's legs."

"What's wrong with you?" Sherlock couldn't figure it out, John's breathing was so normal, and his face didn't look like he had a fever at all.

"Sick?" Mrs. Hudson laughed, "No, it's not sick, Sherlock, he's about to give birth."

John coughed shyly.

Sherlock looked at his landlady blankly.

"Oh look at your terrified look, Sherlock, you'll have that look too, I just finished talking to John, John's going to have to eat a lot, and then he's going to go on a hunger strike, get ready for the birth, yeah Yes, he's about to give birth."

Sherlock looked at Mrs. in disbelief. Hudson, "Oh...no..." the detective blurted out.

John snorted sullenly, "Even if you can't accept it, I can't control it. I'm going to give birth."

Sherlock was struck twice by the weighty words, he took off his long coat mechanically, and was forced to talk to Mrs. Sitting at the dining table, Hudson carefully disassembled the roast turkey and veal leg, and put them on a plate to supplement John's nutrition. While filling his mouth with fat meat wrapped in sauce, John felt the restlessness in the amniotic fluid, a The mysterious little life will be born in a few days.

After 24 hours, John will completely lose his appetite, he will not eat anything, and he will only spit out after eating. His body function is adjusted to the best state for childbirth, and his gastric juice will secrete more gastric acid than usual at this moment. The corrosiveness will also double accordingly. He will completely convert all the food that enters the stomach into energy, leaving no bone slag, storing strength for fertility, and his intestinal tract will be exclusively omega Some special cells were filtered clean and built a barrier with the muscles. There was no foreign matter in his rectum. It was clean and only opened for the uterus, becoming the only way for the baby to come out.

During the few days of waiting for delivery, he will not pass anything except urine, and his seemingly soft but incomparably tough intestines are fully prepared for the pouring out when the amniotic fluid breaks.

The "holy" time is coming.

The body of Omega is the most amazing structure in the ABO race. Since their birth in ancient times, Omega are fragile, rare, and suffering from estrus. They have evolved to this point in the harsh living environment of nature, and they have suffered more than the other two races. The miracle of life is created in these arduous tribulations.

Sherlock had an inexplicable unease on his face, he had never been so anxious when he met an extremely horrific murderer, and he turned to look at the jubilant pregnant woman who was eating at his elbow.

"Don't be afraid, Sherlock." John reassured him, busy chewing his food.

Sherlock was beside him in a daze, "I'm going to be a father."

"Although you don't look forward to it." John eats his mouth full of oily flowers. Before going to bed, he needs to supplement as much nutrition as possible to last until the end of his labor period. His stomach is busy, no matter how unwilling Omega is to accept it Despite his despicable status, it is undeniable to admit that Omega's body was created for perfect reproduction.

John took a moment to look up from the pile of meat, "Are you shaking, Sherlock?"

Only then did Sherlock realize that his fingers holding the steak knife were constantly shaking. He tried to forcefully suppress his weird behavior, dropped the knife, his fingers were still trembling uncontrollably, "I didn't." Sherlock insisted.

"You're visibly shaking. Are you cold?"

Sherlock squinted at him with lowered eyelashes.

"Come on, Sherlock, it's me, not you, you don't have to be more nervous than me."

"I'm not nervous." Sherlock took a deep breath. "You won't die from this."

John and Mrs. Hudson paused for a moment, and the rustling dining table fell silent.

John held the fork and said, "Why do you think I'm going to die..."

"Your little ass will crack..."

John almost fainted from choking on his words, so he quickly picked up the warm milk that had been poured into a glass and drank a couple of sips to relieve his esophagus.

Mrs. Hudson smiled heartily, "Sherlock! Don't worry so much! John is not the first male Omega to give birth to a baby in the world, his body is used to give birth to a baby! He won't split, when he gives birth, The doctor puts on gloves and massages his prostate, then both of you should know enough about self-lubrication, and the baby will come out slick."

Sherlock's already cold enough pupils were covered with a layer of ice that couldn't melt, "The doctor will massage his prostate?"

John bit his lip and didn't know how to answer, while Mrs. Hudson also realized that he had said the wrong thing.

The wonderful prostate is in John's tight little butt, in his sweet vagina, although it is very mysterious, but to put it bluntly, it is the part close to the testicles, which will bloom into dreams after rubbing during lovemaking Like a gorgeous orgasm, human beings give it the reputation of G-spot. There are occasional A-point and U-point near G-point. Once encountering the U-spot that triggers the urge to urinate, John will be able to squirt wildly because of it. Although John himself has experienced encountering the U-spot by chance, Sherlock has not personally stimulated him. He will exhaust all his life's knowledge to explore these wonderful truths about John. He'd give all his knowledge to get the expression on John's prostate when those three spots were triggered at the same time.

Now it's all right, his little ass is going to be penetrated by another man (detective, you are a very professional doctor!) with his evil fingers, savagely stirred in it, and then with a lewd smile on his face Enjoying John's climax after climax, no one ever told Sherlock Holmes that an Omega would get raped by a doctor once in childbirth.

Thinking of this, "His little ass is mine!" Sherlock angrily pushed away the dining chair, turned away from the dining table, got into the loveseat, curled up, and turned his back to the two people in the living room awkwardly.

Mrs. In order to preserve her happy old age, Hudson quickly evacuated from the edge of the trench filled with gunpowder smoke.

John was left to eat silently at the table, picking delicious protein and fat from the beef bones.

Sherlock twisted his body on the sofa, turned around, lay flat, straightened his slender legs, looked at the ceiling, "I won't allow you to experience such a natural birth."

"Your brother still doesn't allow me to have a caesarean section."

"You are my Omega! I marked you with my own hands! No one else is allowed to defile you!"

The deep-seated possessiveness of the Alphas is finally showing itself.

"It's not like I can lay an egg just by squatting on the ground. I have to rely on someone to help me give birth to the baby. The motives of doctors are not as dirty as you think. They are under a lot of pressure."

"I can't tell but I can't!" Sherlock sat up frantically from the sofa, stepped on the coffee table with his leather shoes, rushed to the middle of the living room, and walked around violently, "They will see your expression!"

"I can't order a mask for a baby. It's not about having a masquerade party in the delivery room!"

"They're going to hold your little ass and finger inside you."

John didn't know how to explain it for a moment, "Sherlock... this is having a baby, what is this drudgery in your weird head?"

"Maybe they will put two fingers in, oh no, since it is a child, they will expand you without restraint, turn all the meat inside you out to spy, you! Yes! Me! Omega! You I can only watch it there!"

John stared at him dumbfounded, "You've got your sense of smell back?"

"No." Sherlock stopped walking in the room, turned to him and asked, "Why do you say that."

"Because you lost your mind."

Sherlock put his hands in his trouser pockets, took a deep breath calmly, and looked at the dining table rigorously, "John, why don't we take a moment to discuss the caesarean section? Shall I list ten benefits of the caesarean section for you?"