[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

John Watson turned around on the soft sofa, pulled the quilt around his neck, and covered half of his face. He let out a long, waking grunt, and then quickly opened his eyes, staring at the person in front of him vigilantly. landscape.

A coffee table extends past, a brown writing desk, and a small carved fireplace is inlaid on the wall directly opposite, and the tulle curtains reveal the morning light.

With suspicion, John lifted the quilt to check whether his body had been violated - every Omega who woke up in a strange place would do this with the same fear as him.

John put his fingers in his trousers and put them in front of him, pain-free as always, and then he put his hands behind his back and parted himself, biting his lower lip, squinting and fingering his entrance , there is no sense of abnormality in the above.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then sat up from the sofa. Next to the sofa stood a very messy bookshelf against the wall, which was full of various chemistry books and unbound materials.

Since he was deported back to the country, he has not lived a day of peace of mind. He covered his dizzy forehead, knowing that he was forced to use ether when he was taken down from the chair in the auction house. The item was sold.

At that time, he also heard the continuous outcry from the audience, which seemed to have soared to a price that he himself could not believe. John knew that he was a very rare type on earth, but he did not expect him to be so scarce.

John pricked up his ears. He heard someone carelessly walking up the stairs at the door. He jumped off the sofa with bare feet and his hair was still messy. The baseball bat. John held the bat firmly and stood at the back of the living room, holding the bat high.

The door was pushed open slightly, and John rushed out from behind it, the bat raised high above his head to smash it down.

Mrs. Hudson clutched his chest and let out a scream, almost flipping the snack in his hand.

John quickly dropped the bat and let it slam on the carpet, and immediately helped to hold her silver tray, protecting the puffs and milk tea.

"My God! Where did you come from!" Mrs. Hudson was terrified by his brutality, she remembered only having one tenant, a strange one who would never let another man stay, "Are you Sherlock's new boyfriend? He finally has a boyfriend, I I always thought that no one wanted him."

Mrs. Hudson put Sherlock's breakfast on the small square table by the window, and looked at him with a smile, "You look like you've had a rough night and need tidying up. The bathroom is next to the hallway. I'll make another cup of tea."

John watched her go out without saying a word, and waited for her to completely disappear at the door of the living room, then grabbed milk tea and toast slices with his bare hands and stuffed them into his mouth to chew. Filling his stomach, if John hadn't had enough tenacious willpower to resist to the end, he would not be a complete and clean Omega long ago.

After he beat the third Alpha into the emergency room, his worth became even more inexplicably. Of course, John was not kept in the dark, he knew it well, it had something to do with his medical examination report.

John Watson, a superior Omega with an unusually good reproductive system.

He wolfed down two slices of toast, intending to eat them on the way to escape, and turned around.

A tall curly-haired man was blocking the door of the living room.

John swallowed hard the food stuck in his throat, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and glanced at the baseball bat he had just thrown on the carpet.

"Bat? Huh, heavy, heavy, and easy to release, not a smart choice. There is a sharp harpoon on the door frame above my head, and a rifle with shotguns hanging in the restaurant entrance, but I understand you Height, the bat is the most convenient weapon you can get your hands on."

John looked at him with a very contemptuous uplifted sneering smile.

In a weird, logical, mechanical way of speaking.

"Oh, Sherlock, good morning, your little boyfriend almost knocked me out just now." Mrs. Hudson patted Sherlock on the shoulder dotingly, walked around him, and looked at the ruined man in surprise On the table, the sugar bowl turned over the entire tablecloth, and the puffs were only left in scraps. Sherlock's new boyfriend was still grabbing the deliciously toasted slice of toast in his hand, and the corner of his mouth was still chewed Creamy froth left over.

"Have you been hungry for a few days?" Mrs. Hudson shook his head at him, not in disgust, but with the benevolent distress of an elder.

"It's estimated to be 4 days, only glucose." Sherlock's voice was merciless, he took the teacup in Mrs. Hudson's hand lightly, sat down on the small square table, and squinted at John Watson with his eyes.

John looked like a savage who had just come down from the mountain, not to mention his messy clothes, and his expression of rejection and fear of humans.

After Mrs. Hudson walks out.

"Sit down." Sherlock seemed to be ordering his pup to hit the ground.

"No need."

"I bought you, and now you belong to me."

John suppressed the surging anger in his heart, "I am an independent person, I am a legal citizen, no one can buy or sell me..."

"If it's true that no one can buy or sell you, then how did you get here." Sherlock arrogantly licked the tea along the side of the cup, and quietly put the saucer back on the messy table.

"This is kidnapping."

Sherlock looked at him coldly, "I'm not interested in kidnapping you, nor in controlling you, even though you are a valuable Omega touted in the market, I don't have any urge to fuck you, but you do I did buy it, so you're stuck here, and if you want to get away, I'd consider putting a collar on you, the kind with a lock, and then tying you to a doorpost all day, which would It's very uncomfortable and you won't like it, but if you are willing to sit quietly in the corner, read newspapers, watch TV, and drink tea, I won't touch you."

John listened to him wonderingly, "Are you serious?"

"which aspect?"

"You bought me just to display me like a desk lamp? Don't move me?"

"This description is very good. You may become a writer one day. Yes, I just use you as a display for my brother. When he sees me living with an Omega who can make a basketball team, he won't be on a blind date again. Come and harass me."

"I understood."

"Even if you don't understand, I don't plan to say it a second time."

John looked at him in disbelief.Any Alpha with normal physical abilities would never use a live Omega as a decoration, and if it has to be trampled once and then feels disgusting, it will be crumpled as waste paper and thrown into the trash can.

Could it be that this Alpha with a very young appearance, at most no more than 25,6, 7, [-], is actually not sexually functioning. John was careful not to show any doubts about his sexuality, lest he provoke him.

"Go out of the bathroom and turn left."

John stood in front of him in a daze for a while, then continued to fill his mouth with a filling and delicious slice of toast, walked around the living room door, and secretly glanced back at Sherlock who was sitting quietly by the window, if he hadn't listened just now If it was wrong, it should have been called this name, Sherlock didn't follow sneakily, John found the bathroom door without any difficulty, walked in, the high defense habit he had developed made him immediately close the door, lock it, and look at himself in the mirror.

Some are haggard after recovering from a serious illness. At first glance, they look like bereaved dogs that have suffered a catastrophe.

John was sitting on the toilet with his chin resting on his hand. If he walked outside like this penniless, what were his chances of surviving.

No matter how modest he is, he can't hide that he is an attractive Omega. No matter how unkempt he is, even if he doesn't tidy up and doesn't take a bath for a few days, he can still make any Alpha have a strong appetite.

It wasn't John's arrogance but his physique was inherently alluring.

John was distressed and paused planning for the foggy and dark future. In short, the handling method was the same as before. If the Alpha outside dared to invade him, John would break his hand bones and foot bones, and then crush him. The six relatives do not recognize.

He took off his clothes, walked into the bathtub naked, unscrewed the hot water, poured it over his head, frowned and checked the gunshot wound on his shoulder, the bullet that pierced his flesh almost sent him under the steps of death, After sinking and tossing in hell, he couldn't survive. Now the wound has healed, but with a dazzling cross-shaped scar, it was left by the scalpel cutting the muscle when taking the bullet.

He tore off the auction slip on his wrist, looked hesitantly at the shower gel and soap on the shelf, and decided not to touch it. It was a lesson learned from the past that some bad-natured Alphas would find such trivial excuses to trigger the start of abuse and beatings.

Living in a big mansion with a helipad on the roof, the front yard leads to the back yard, but he is stingy and complains that John tampered with Alpha's care products, and then he has an extra corporal punishment stick in his hand. John can still clearly remember the pain when he broke the Alpha's ribs with his fist, and the knuckles of his fingers were all red and scratched.

The water flows through his whole body, he has a light golden chest hair, not thick but enough to embellish the sexy meaning, his soft and not yet hard "object" is flesh-colored and of normal size, uncircumcised, protruding skin The top of the head, wrapped in small mushrooms, hangs between the legs, like a shy and timid mouth waiting to be kissed.

Simple cleaning, he picked up the clothes in the laundry basket, he only had this set, so he didn't have to choose.

There was a knock on the bathroom door at this moment. John took a step back vigilantly, took down the primitive handmade razor on the shelf, and lifted the blade. The blade was sharp and gleaming, and he held it in his hand.

Then the doorknob clicked and opened, and John remembered that he had locked the door, but no matter how many spare keys were issued, the government would not be taxed, would it?

John is ready to go and ready for war.

No one came in, a set of pajamas and towels was held in a steady arm, and it protruded through the crack of the door.

John stood where he was for a long time, the Alpha outside the door could forcefully break in but he didn't.

John rushed over, grabbed the towel and clothes and hugged them in his arms, and the bathroom door was closed coldly by that arm.

If it wasn't a trap, or some calm harbinger of a storm, John was indeed a little flattered by the thoughtfulness, and he buried his face deep in the dry towel, smelling of the Alpha outside, clean clothes It smells so good, he has not enjoyed "clean" and "comfortable" for a long, long time.

Although John didn't want to use those shower gels, he couldn't refuse the mouthwash. The strong and fresh mint smell would make his dull mood rise several levels. John gurgled his mouth in front of the sink, not intending to deal with beard stubble. The water bath temporarily soothed his wandering and miserable soul, took a deep breath, opened the crack of the door and walked out with his head poking around, to see if that Alpha was lying in ambush outside, waiting to throw him down at any time.

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He groped for the wall and re-entered the living room.

He knew that his lameness was not a real injury, but a disability, and the excessive psychological burden dragged him down, but he just couldn't pass his own level.The crutches that have been with him have long been lost when they were sold to the first hospital.

John was wearing some loose cream and white satin pajamas, and he was walking on the carpet with trousers, he saw the back of the man, sitting at the long dining table, conducting weird experiments, John didn't want to provoke him, he was blind in the room Turning around, I stared at the skull on the fireplace for a while, and there was an X-ray photo of the skull on the wall, which was framed and hung there.

The Alpha taste in this house is really curious enough.

John was attracted by the strange gadgets on the desk, and he picked up a high-powered telescope and looked out the window, guessing that this man named Sherlock bought this kind of thing to spy on the privacy of a few streets away.

Ten minutes passed.

Sherlock suddenly twitched the tip of his nose against the air, turned his head abruptly, and let out a low hiss at John.

John was so frightened that he almost smashed the gadget in his hand on the table. He put down the valuables and quickly turned his head. He knew this kind of threatening hissing out, which was a unique aggressive performance of Alpha.

"Your inhibitor has failed." Sherlock stripped his scent from the air layer by layer, and the Omega breath that was originally covered by the drug gradually seeped out, floating stupidly around John's body.

Sherlock can still control this, but it's distracting and very annoying, his experimental steps are cumbersome and can't go wrong.One extra attractive omega in the apartment is trouble.

John also realized that 24 hours had passed since the last time he took the inhibitor, and the effect of the drug was exhausted. He had to take a new inhibitor quickly, otherwise his Omega nature would be completely released, but here It wasn't the hospital where he was lying in before, and the small medicine bottle on the bedside table was not on his body at the moment.

"I don't have any inhibitors for now."

"I'll go buy it!" Sherlock got up from his chair irritably.

The longer he stays here, the thicker John's smell becomes, why did Stanford forget to warn Sherlock in the precautions to prepare the Omega inhibitor in advance.

Oh, Stanford wouldn't remind him, because Stanford naively thought that Sherlock was really going to have a baby with this Omega who bought it with money.

John watched him come out of the room in a hurry, changed his nightgown into a suit, put on his coat, put on a scarf, stepped down the stairs and ran outside in two or three steps, and slammed the door hard, looking very irritable.

John walked to the window and watched as he held up a black taxi downstairs with his arms outstretched, and drove away.

He does have a chance to escape now, but he has no way to escape, he has lost the protection of the inhibitor, he thinks with his toes and knows how many hungry Alphas he will besiege on the street.

Those Alphas who lacked the nourishment of Omega, as long as they smelled it from afar, no matter whether John was in heat or not, they would want to invade him.

It is especially difficult to obtain an untainted Omega in an environment where resources are scarce. They will not let go of unmarked, top-quality Omega with attractive smell that they encounter on the street.

Alphas are a group of easily out-of-control species led by their genitals.

John frantically rummaged through the desk drawer. He accidentally got an automatic pistol. He looked back at the bullet holes in the wall. The occupants of this apartment seemed to take their anger out on the wall a lot.

John unloaded the gun very skillfully, and found that the pistol was only half filled with bullets, about 6 bullets. He used the gun as nimbly as he used his own hands, reloaded the gun neatly, and then walked around the room, In the end, he decided to tuck the pistol under the sofa cushion, and sat on the cushion himself.

After nervously waiting for about 20 minutes, Sherlock ran back from the outside. He opened the door downstairs, rushed up quickly, and desperately tore open the plastic bag containing the medicine, "Quick!"

John also looked very flustered, he had seen how frenzied Alpha would become when he was tempted, Sherlock tore up the plastic bag indiscriminately, and threw the jar into his arms, John caught it, then raised his head and said to him, "I need water, I need water to swallow."

There was a hissing sound between the roots of Sherlock's teeth, and he turned anxiously and ran to the cooking table, using a glass to catch water, the faucet was turned too high in the agitated situation, and the water droplets that bounced to the back of his hand splashed like a tide his coat.

John sat on the sofa, and the more flustered he was, the more he messed up.

The small medicine bottle slid out of his hand in disobedience, and rolled under the transparent coffee table.

"Shit!" John got down on his knees and reached out to reach under the coffee table, out of reach.

"Who allows you to make an accident like this!" Sherlock frantically smashed the water glass on the coffee table, the glass and the glass were almost shattered, Sherlock squatted down in front of him, lowered his head and grabbed the small medicine bottle from under the coffee table.

He took a deep breath in John's direction and let out a low growl.

John hurriedly snatched the medicine bottle in his hand, and unscrewed the cap vigorously, damn it, there was a layer of moisture-proof aluminum foil inside.

Sherlock had already leaned over, put one arm around John's waist, knelt on the carpet, pulled John into his arms hard, buried his nose into his little round head frantically, smelling the smell on his hair, "Oh , You smell so good. It's sweet and sweet. I want to press you on the floor and lick you hard."

"Calm down, calm down... I'm taking medicine. I'll be fine later, and I'll be fine soon." John was like a persuasive mentor consoling his disobedient student, trying his best to comfort his emotions, breaking aluminum Tin foil, a few white pills poured out from trembling palms.

Sherlock hugged his face with one hand, squeezed his cheeks out of shape, bit his earlobe with his teeth, and kept exploring the depths of John's ears with his wet tongue, hissing continuously in his throat With a sound, the hair around John's ear was licked wet with his tongue and stuck behind his ear.

God, this is the calm and rational Alpha in the morning, cold-bloodedly saying that he is not interested in him, and will never touch him, the arrogant and cold Alpha, who said that all Alphas in the world are idiots who are led away by lust. Absolute truth, no matter whom it applies to.

And this is just the normal body odor that John usually exudes. If John happens to be in heat and he neglects to take the inhibitor, the odor will be 20 times, or even 30 times stronger than it is now.

Licking John's cheek, he quickly put the pill in his mouth and reached for the glass of water on the table.

Sherlock hugged him tightly, fingers about to dig into his body, tongue moved from the side of the earlobe, licking John's rough stubbled chin, the greedy tongue would soon spread to his lips, John In a panic, he raised his fist and punched him on the bridge of the nose, picked up the water glass and gurgled the pills and took a sip.

Then just wait another 10 minutes for the medicine to take effect.

oh!10 minutes of circling darkness!

John grabbed the life-saving inhibitor vial, before screwing on the cap, he casually stuffed it into the pocket of his pajamas, and with all his strength, he picked up the pistol from under the cushion and stabbed him on the forehead. Sherlock pointed at the muzzle of the gun, from between his teeth A provocative scream burst out from within.

"release."

Sherlock's survival instincts made him let go of John.

John struggled to get up from the carpet, then jumped onto the coffee table, knocked over the water glass on the table, and ran to the living room door, Sherlock's eyes were firmly clamped on him, and there was a continuous gloomy sound like thunder from the depths of his throat With a whimper, John ran downstairs with his pistol in hand, just touching the handle of the door to freedom with his fingers.

This door is so close, it is right in front of my eyes, as long as I open it, I will see a vast and boundless world.

The body was lifted up in an instant, Sherlock held him tightly with both arms from behind, picked him up, and pushed him under the hanger, John raised one foot and kicked hard on the wall, pushing Sherlock back Push, and let the back of his head come into intimate contact with another wall.

There must have been a lump in Sherlock's curly hair, but he didn't let go of John because of the pain, he lost his mind rather than his perseverance, and Sherlock opened his mouth behind him, biting John's neck, and John clenched The fist endured, the pistol fell to his feet in the confusion, and a sharp sting pierced through the air, piercing his skin.

"Fuck you!" John yelled in pain.

Sherlock slowly raised his head from his neck, looked at the bloody teeth marks on John's neck, then relaxed his hands, dropped him, took two steps back, and stood there panting.

John clutched the skin of his bitten neck, turned his head, and stood far away from him. If Sherlock took another step forward, John would crush his two little Alpha eggs with his knees.

Sherlock had a look of embarrassment and confusion, as if waking up from a dream, his voice returned to normal, no longer so turbulent, "I didn't mean it just now."

The medicine finally took effect, John's seductive Omega smell disappeared, and turned into a bland and nondescript Beta smell. He lowered his palm from his neck and looked at the bloody palm. This Alpha was stronger than he expected , quick action, and extreme hunger and thirst.It is the most powerful one among the many Alphas that John has met on the rough road of life.

He looked lean, but his muscular endurance and wrist strength were so terrifying that John couldn't break free just now.

Sherlock wiped his blood-stained lips with his fingers, and his nose was also punched out of nosebleeds, dripping down his cock to his well-shaped chin, and he began to lose his temper at John, "I Tell you to take medicine and hurry up! You are so clumsy!"

It was John who was bitten, and it was also John who was scolded, so no matter how handsome his appearance and demeanor are on the surface, as long as he is an Alpha, he is a bastard and scum. Angry at Sherlock, "You bloodthirsty maniac! You are as impatient as a virgin who has never tasted an Omega!"

Then John froze for a moment, as Sherlock stared at him sternly and didn't make any rebuttals.

"Uh..." Maybe it's because Omega is so rare that he really hasn't tasted it, but John avoids the issue of whether he is a virgin/male, it's really rare for an adult Alpha to still be virgin in this age .

The world is so big, and Omega is not the only one who can satisfy Alpha. If you come and go outside, you can just drag a Beta to vent. You must know that the existence of Beta also has its meaning and function. Although the birth rate is very low, and the smell is also Very light, but the physiological structure is similar to Omega, if you want pink and tender little chrysanthemums, there are still pink and tender little chrysanthemums.

Sherlock was calm and completely different from before. After John's smell was effectively suppressed, he now seemed to have a halo of reason on his head, and the lines between the lines were as cold as ice.

"Whether it's Omega or Beta, I'm not interested."

"That's what you said this morning too! Look at your performance just now! The devil will believe you!"

"I don't do it with other Omegas. It's not that I haven't met an Omega. Omegas are rare but you are not alone in London. No Omega has ever been able to seduce me. Even the ones who are in heat. You are the only one who will have sex with me. interfering."

John took a step back, he found no way out, and leaned his back against the wall, the ambiguity of the words confused John.

"Don't go out." Sherlock took off the scarf around his neck, raised his head to stop the nosebleed, rubbed the painful swelling on the back of his head, and walked up the stairs, "If you go out wearing this, you will probably be trafficked again. You have no one to turn to outside in danger, you have to think carefully before you make a decision, my name is Sherlock Holmes, I am a high-paid consulting detective. By the way, at the speed you just went down the stairs, I No need to buy you a new crutch."

John was surprised to find himself able to jump up and down with his legs steady and strong.