[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

Birth gave him a miraculous milky white baby, and also gave him unprecedented pain. He propped up his body in the delivery room and said "I don't want to give birth anymore". He was sincere. The uterus in his body was slowly cracking, and his body was about to shatter , The excessive physical pain caused him to fall into shock. Fortunately, his superior reproductive structure allowed him to carry it.

He is indeed an Omega type who exists to give birth to children, but it does not mean that he is just a reproductive tool. John has a heart full of emotions. He knows how to give and enjoy. He knows what entertainment can make him laugh all day and Will cherish these entertainments, know what makes him want to die, but John, like everyone in the world, knows it, but can't avoid these heartbreaking things.

He needed to rest for 7 days before he could be discharged from the hospital, but he chose the path he wanted to take. Once John made a decision, the dissuasion of others could only be tantamount to air. John only did what he thought was right. It would be terrible, and it would even make his life a complete failure, but John would still keep going.

John left the hospital early without saying hello to any nurses. He could already imagine the expression of His Excellency Mycroft Holmes blowing out two streams of flames from his nostrils when he heard the news. John changed into a pair of comfortable sports cotton pants, and his upper body was still sideways A light gray breastfeeding shirt with a lapel, a woolen cardigan over it, a warm khaki thick jacket, cashmere gloves and a scarf, and the little nanny hugged the baby's swaddle behind him and accompanied him He sneaked out of the hospital gate and took a taxi downstairs, then John tried his best to dismiss her at the corner of Baker Street, and returned to 221B alone.

John opened the door of the apartment with his key, and Mrs. Hudson, the old lady was both surprised and happy. It was only 4 days after John gave birth, and he suddenly appeared at the risk of catching a cold and getting a little problem. Mrs. Hudson asked him why he was so disobedient. The confinement room is not worse than 221B full of chemicals and skulls, is it? John stuffed his milk-flavored bean sprouts into the landlady's arms to block her interrogation, and the landlady was immediately caught This pair of innocent big eyes sparkling with broken diamonds attracted me, the eyelashes were thick and wet, and flickered with a fine halo.

John walked into the door of the living room and looked at the desk that was still messy. The Alpha atmosphere that made him yearn for days and nights was not here. He looked back to find the dining table. There were several glass bottles of formalin on the table, one of which was Inside was a dead snake soaked next to a stuffed human heart.

It seems that his mysterious Alpha has a few new experiments.

John walked into Sherlock's room, his fingers on the doorknob, standing in the doorway, feeling pitiful for what he did but he couldn't help it, John leaned closer to the bed, leaned down and stroked the detective's simple white sheets with his palms delicately , the last thing he wanted was to find a trace of unclean smell or a strand of hair he hadn't seen before, and John picked up the pillow as well and shook it out, thinking it was stupid and frustrating.

He would rather confront the owner of the sheets than act like a hypochondriac.

John stopped searching his room and closed the door directly. Mrs. Hudson said that Sherlock hadn't come home all day and night, and John wasn't surprised at all.

After a refreshing dinner, John took off his jacket and cardigan and changed into a loose, comfortable dressing gown, and walked up and down the living room, finding a place for his sprouts, since Mycroft hadn't made up his mind to let him He and Sherlock continued to live together, so a crib was not placed here in time. John carefully packed some necessary baby supplies from the hospital, packed them in his luggage bag, and now temporarily placed them in an empty space on the cooking table on the ground.

Regarding the important matters of marriage, John has no self-confidence, and he is undecided. The messy 221B is not as bad as it looks. Talking about family is natural in front of others.

John wants to live here for a long time.

But when he thought of his special constitution, John began to waver again. It was obviously dangerous to live here with a child and an Alpha who couldn't properly control his mind.

John sat in the chair by the desk with his sleeping child in his arms, quietly waiting for the bastard who casually stained the Alpha scent on other Omegas to come home.

He pressed his lips heavily on the baby's soft, bud-like lips. The child really overlaps too much with Sherlock. The immature baby, fragile, will break when it is folded, and will be rewarded in this cruel ABO society. Grinding and growing, there will be a head of wild curly hair, intelligent eyes, arrogant nose tip and contemptuous mouth corners, creamy cheeks, [-]% will be very naughty and mischievous, which will make people have a splitting headache, but it will definitely be like Like John, he has an upright disposition and a kind and pure heart.

Sherlock is not a good person, not even a human being, a little too rigorous, frosty, mean and arrogant, he is not bad in nature, but he lacks a firefly that can't be extinguished to guide him on the dark road.

Before 11:[-] in the middle of the night, John fed two more times. He just covered the nursing shirt, dipped a wet towel into the teacup with hot water, rubbed it with his fingers to the most suitable temperature, and wiped the baby. The baby was soaked in milk and turned white. lips, the downstairs door made a sound, and Sherlock almost jumped up, his fair and noble cheeks were covered by the wall lamp, his lips breathed heavily, and he stood tall and straight at the door of the living room, using fidgety movements, brutal Pull off his leather gloves.

"It seems you've been waiting for me for a long time, more than 10 hours, and the crease of your nightgown told me." Sherlock said, tearing off his scarf with almost abusive force, looking firmly at John, striding forward Walking over, warm hands cupped John's face vigorously, his lips were harder than a lawnmower, crushing John's lips mercilessly.

Sherlock kissed him obsessively, and reached down to grab his breast with one hand, pinching his nipple tenderly through the clothing with his delicate fingertips, John closed his eyes tightly, and the sensitive nipple endured The pain of being ravaged by Sherlock caused his nursing shirt to ooze out blooming milk, Sherlock lifted his finger soaked in sweet milk, put it in his mouth to taste, and sucked his finger deeply, very subtle in his He whispered next to his ear, "...the first thing I did when I came back was to think, not to stick to your lips and not be able to get rid of it. Why didn't you stay in the hospital for 3 more days?"

John pressed his shoulders, pushed him aside, let his hands leave his body, John held the baby firmly in his arms and stood up, walked outside without looking back, "I'll go downstairs , come up soon, don't worry."

John went down the stairs and temporarily deposited his little baby with Mrs. On Hudson’s sofa, the landlady, who is fond of late-night soap operas, is still awake. While knitting and watching TV, she smiles and listens to the sound of the sleeping child’s snoring. She gives John a comforting smile, “If he cries, I’ll go up and call him again.” you."

John found some free time. He went back to the living room and closed the door. Sherlock sat on his exclusive four-legged leather sofa, with a tight little suit left on his body, his legs crossed, his slender fingers resting on the On the armrest, the shadow of eyelashes fell under the proud eye sockets, lowered his gaze, starting from the carpet, all the way up until he met John's extremely determined eyes.

"You don't seem to enjoy being discharged from the hospital. You are very unhappy, your pulse speeds up and you seem a little angry. You are more depressed than when I saw you two days ago."

"I'm just wondering what you've been up to lately?" John walked to the desk, behind Sherlock, and was about to sit back in his chair.

Sherlock turned his face slightly back, "Come here, come to me, I'm trying my best to be patient, I hope you don't disobey me at this moment." The voice of his voice is unique and incomparable.

John clenched his fists, exhaled heavily, walked around the sofa, came to him, Sherlock lowered his graceful knees, spread his legs towards John, stretched out one hand to support John's waist, Pulling him closer, welcoming him between his legs, John's calf rubbed against his inner thigh, Sherlock pressed against John's body tightly at this moment, his high nose rubbed against his stomach, Sherlock couldn't help but He let out a long sigh of infatuation, and then put his other hand into John's nightgown, placed it between his knees, and slowly stroked his boiling palm up John's thigh, until it reached his private parts, and held John Soft, Sherlock sighed beautifully again, almost drowning in John's superior sweet smell, which ignited Sherlock's strong desire all at once.

He buried himself hotly in front of John and took a deep breath, his fingers indulged in John's private parts, "You came back early to see me."

"Yes."

"Let me taste you?" Sherlock put his face deep under his navel, his lips on his clothes, "You're driving me crazy, unbelievable, getting better every day, I want to lick you through The little butt that gave birth, you must still hurt there, I want to use my tongue to bring it over, and then watch you trembling in pain."

John put his hand on Sherlock's strong shoulders, starting from his shoulder line, his loyal palm stretched across Sherlock's slender and delicate neck line, his simple and thick fingers brushed over his hot earlobe, and his fingers were buried in Sherlock's unruly curly hair, Grabbing the thick, thick curls tightly, pulling them back, stretching across Sherlock's scalp, forcing him to look up at his own.

Sherlock tugged at his hair suspiciously, and raised his chin to look at him.

"Tell me first, what have you been up to these two days."

"Hmph," Sherlock snorted with a contemptuous smile, "it sounds like I'm interested in doing other things."

"What case?"

The corners of John's eyes and mouth were sharp, and he stared intently at his overly beautiful cheeks, "Is marking another Omega an exhausting mystery for you?"

Sherlock flashed a fleeting concealment, "Why do you..."

"He came to the hospital to look for me. That's why I'm leaving the hospital early. It's dangerous for me and my child to sleep there, especially when there's no one guarding the door for me at night."

Sherlock loosened his grip on his full testicles, spread his arms, and broke free from John's fingers grabbing his hair, and leaned back on the back of the sofa arrogantly, "My brother will send someone to protect you."

John put on a sullen smile, his white teeth almost cannibalistic. "It sounds like you'd like me to stay in the hospital."

Sherlock stared at him, "It's good that you're back…"

The conversation was immediately interrupted decisively.

"How did you mark him?"

Sherlock looked to the other side, where there was an unlit floor lamp with a classic pattern printed on the lampshade, Sherlock's superb gaze rested on it, "I don't think you want to know."

John stood between his legs condescendingly and looked down at him, "I want you to do the same to me and show me."

Sherlock looked back, caught off guard, hesitant, "I don't want to."

John bent down and grabbed his collar firmly with both hands, furiously, "Do to me what you did to him, and repeat it to me, not missing a single step."

Sherlock stared at John for a long time, motionless, time seemed to freeze between the two of them.

"John, there's no need to…"

"On the contrary, I think it is necessary. I really want to know what is the difference between me and him, and what is the difference between me and him in your heart."

Sherlock breathed calmly, and John was a little excited, but he was suppressing it with all his strength, causing his shoulders to tremble.

Sherlock raised a hand and unbuttoned a button of his neckline, exposing his beautiful collarbone, "You forced me, and I won't care about you until you tell me to stop."

John didn't duck.

Sherlock clamped his wrists and pulled John's body hard towards him, knocking John off balance, then threw him forward on the carpet as if he were an inanimate object, and John fell face down hard On the ground, Sherlock quickly moved over from the sofa, knelt down beside him on one knee, and pressed the back of his head to make him unable to move, "You are different from him, how can he compare to you, you are sweet and greasy Yes, let me miss you all the time."

John slammed the carpet angrily, "Don't say that there is nothing! Just do the same thing to me that he did!"

Sherlock paused for two seconds, still pressing his little head with one hand, and lifted the back of John's nightgown, together with the nursing shirt, with the other. The loose and soft cotton clothes were layered messily and loosely on John's shoulders. The back was exposed under Sherlock's eyelids. Sherlock lowered his normally superior body, held John's waist with both hands, and stretched out the tip of his tongue, which was as hot as a furnace, to stick to John's sensitive tailbone. From bottom to top, the rough tongue fur slid frantically across John's entire spine, John grabbed the carpet and turned his head, looking at him with angry eyes, Sherlock knelt on the carpet and dragged his body, keeping John away from the carpet, Kneeling straight in front of him, Sherlock bit his lips near his carotid artery, whispering, "He doesn't have this... You are so soft and plump here..." Sherlock's arm passed through John's On both sides of the ribs, hands went around John's chest, pulled open his open placket, held John's breasts, pinched John's glowing pink nipples with annoying fingers, John resisted the strong trembling electric current, unable to pass The restrained pleasure flowed through all of John's fingertips, and Sherlock played with his soft breasts with both hands wantonly, whispering hatefully, "Why are you so angry, although you gave birth to an Omega, my brother still likes it so much, Maybe one day he'll relax the policy and let us get married."

"Go on, don't change the subject with me, don't stop." The nipples were getting hard and hard, and John managed to hold back the groan, hands resting on Sherlock's knees behind him, his non-regenerating pelvis preventing him from growing Kneeling for a long time, Sherlock stared at his expression for a long time.

"I don't want to continue following your instructions, and you don't want to know the rest of the details." Sherlock paused the movement of his hands, held John's waist, and gently brushed the warm water under his earlobe with the tip of his nose airflow.

"Who the hell told you I don't want to know! I want to know!"

"Even if you know, it will only be like this," he turned John's body around, looked at John's red eyes, tears swirled in John's eyes and refused to fall, Sherlock watched him suffer all kinds of grievances eyes, "I just gave him a short mark, I didn't really get on Moriarty."

John stared at him silently for a long time, desperately escaping from Sherlock's misty pupils, John straightened his messed-up clothes, "If you don't want to continue, it's my turn, this is You choose."

Sherlock froze for a moment, "What's your turn?"

"Holmes has Holmes' way of doing things, and so does John Watson." John didn't let any tears of weakness flow out of the boundary, he wet his eyelashes, but still had an unyielding look on his face, holding Sherlock Holmes who happened to be facing him with his strong hands, The dark sapphire blue pupils shrank suddenly, and he slammed his hard forehead on Sherlock's fragile nose.

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Sherlock was suddenly dizzy and fell to the side, lying on the carpet in a daze, his eyelids trembling helplessly, John pulled off his nightgown strap beside him, "Sherlock, I'm not your brother, I'm not I will regard you as a rose covered in a glass cover, pamper you to the sky, and make you mistakenly think that the entire solar system revolves around you. I want you to become a man, a man, and bear what a man should bear. matter."

Sherlock was lying on the floor listening to him blankly, John twisted his limp body, let him face down, knelt on Sherlock's back, stretched his muscular arms, and tied his nightgown with no mercy Grabbing Sherlock's hands, he clenched them tightly and tied them in a knot. John grabbed Sherlock's collar by the nape of his neck and put his proud upper body into the armchair.

Sherlock knelt in front of the sofa dazedly, his cheeks buried in the cushions, his hands tied behind his back, and he turned his head slightly, looking at John.

John stood up, letting his nightgown fall under his bare feet. He was wearing a thin gray cardigan and a pair of cotton trousers of the same color. John tied the knot on the cardigan tightly, looking serious , went to the dining table, picked up a chair, put it under the door frame of the side door of the living room, and stood on it.

Sherlock watched him remove the harpoon above the door frame.

This harpoon Sherlock once used to spear a dead pig, stained his body with blood, and he couldn't stop a taxi willing to stop for him for a long time, so that Sherlock learned how to take the subway home for the first time in his life.

The one-meter-long solid oak handle and the long iron fork made of black iron stand upright as long and tall as Sherlock.

And John removed the horrific weapon from the door frame.

"What are you doing, John?" Sherlock subconsciously felt something was wrong.

Something was not quite right, the air was filled with a strong smell of SM.

"Bad boys who do wrong things will receive corporal punishment." John turned around and stepped off the chair, like a knight holding a spear walking down the marble temple steps, holding a harpoon in one hand, solemnly Standing behind Sherlock, "You don't think you've done anything wrong in this, do you, great Holmes."

"I did mark an Omega other than you, but this is the right of Alpha."

"I'm not telling you this, I already made my attitude when I messed up your wedding, I don't care if you mark a few Omegas out there, although I admit that I feel sad when I smell you from other Omegas , but this is not what I want to correct you."

"Correction?" Sherlock finally regained some sobriety from the wave-like dizziness, he straightened his body, John stood a meter away, and pressed the sharp end of the harpoon against his temple, the black barb was extremely sharp , it doesn't take much effort to pierce the skull of a living person and smash his brains.

"Kneel down by the fireplace," John said.

Sherlock gave him a scornful sideways glance.

John raised his chin with the gloomy harpoon, turned his lifeless face toward himself, "Cooperate, Sherlock, I'm having a proper conversation with you, if you don't want to listen, I'll take the kids and go right away, I'd rather go back to the pimp Stanford and make extra money in his business, and I won't be in your presence anymore. If you think I can't do it, you can try and take the risk, You are the most adventurous, you can try to challenge me."

"You can't threaten Holmes."

"Look, Holmes, this is where I'm going to fix you." John retracted the terrifying harpoon from his flawless chin, pointed the sharp point toward the ceiling, and the oaken handle slammed into the ground with a stern muffled sound. Ring, "You can interpret everything in the world, but you always get John Watson's mind wrong. You always make a little mistake, but you refuse to admit it. I'm not threatening you, I'm asking you."

"What kind of boring conversation are you going to have with me?"

"Follow what I said, kneel by the fireplace, under the floor lamp, I want you to face the wall, and kneel there obediently, you saw the luggage bag on the cooking table, I didn't Sort everything out, you're so smart, you should be able to tell if a person is determined to leave."

Sherlock turned his head and looked at him without saying a word, and finally complied, and moved forward a few steps on his knees, kneeling in front of the fireplace, facing the wall, his spine still standing proudly.

John turned the harpoon upside down, and poked the sharp end into the floor decisively. It sank deep into the wooden floor and made a small hole. John raised his foot and violently broke the connection between the iron fork and the handle. The iron fork pried up a large piece of floor debris, and the fractured surface of the wood scratched the sole of John's foot. A horrific bloodstain appeared on the sole of his foot. He ignored this insignificant scar indifferently, and the carpet was greedy. Sucking the blood seeping from the soles of his feet, holding the heavy handle in John's hand, his burst of strength is impressive, maybe this is the real John Watson who has gone through the battlefield.

John raised the handle that had lost the iron fork, and tore off the thick hemp rope that was in the way. The harpoon turned into a bare stick, which was always more than one meter long. He held one end in his hand, with a rough and broken With one end dragged by his feet, he came over and gently placed his hand on Sherlock's back. Sherlock's expression was not very good after being shocked by this brutal foreplay, and he looked up at him.

John caressed his painful shoulder blades on the surface of the high-quality clothes, "You are so perfect here, the smooth lines seem to be drawn, it is the best part to receive punishment, I will try not to let you crack a few seams Come on, because I like your flawless back the most, but if you are stubborn to the end, I would rather sacrifice my chance to appreciate a work of art in the future."

A drop of cold sweat slowly rolled down Sherlock's temples, and his eyes, which were fearless and unafraid of the dark, drifted inexplicably uneasy, "I don't understand what I did wrong to receive physical punishment like this."

John took two steps back in silence, standing straight behind Sherlock, he clenched the stick with both hands, raised it, his face was tense, the thick stick that was close to his arm swept across the air viciously, the first stick went down , Sherlock's back was dulled by a real corporal punishment, Sherlock fell forward unexpectedly, his forehead hit the wall, and he let out a muffled grunt in his throat, John pressed his stick hard on his back that had been beaten, " Do you understand now? Do you know how to reflect?"

Sherlock stared back at him forcefully, his lips flushed from the pain, and he almost growled, "You can't just pick on me!! Then I apologize to you word for word!!"

"That's useless. You've grown up so big. When did you ever get into trouble and really regret it? I can guess it with my toes. You probably can't even write the two words correctly. Even at my delivery bed , How sincere are your understated sorry? I don’t really have a potato head. I understand right and wrong better than you, including those sweet words you said during sex with me. I love every word you say You and I can clearly tell the truth from the false, for such a long time, the only thank you you have said to me is the truth."

The moment Sherlock was exposed, he became a little annoyed, he gritted his teeth, "John!"

"What did you understand at the first stick?"

"Okay, let's stop fighting, I'm sorry for you."

"which aspect?"

"Everything! Everything! I'm sorry for you, that's enough."

John looked at his unrepentant back with hatred, both hands clenched the heavy oak handle, the astonishingly large wood scraped through the air and made a terrific wind sound, John gave him a second blow with all his heart.

The strong force hit Sherlock's back, Sherlock hummed uncontrollably, the veins on his neck were bulging due to the pain, his body was hit hard, and he couldn't stabilize, his forehead hit the wallpaper for cushioning, and the painful sweat was wet After taking off his clothes, he said under the wall full of resentment, "As an Omega, how dare you treat Alpha like this!"

"There is also no law that says that an Alpha can decide the fate of an Omega privately, but you Alphas still do it anyway. Don't think about standing up and repaying me," John said with a thick and heavy primitive that was more ferocious than a baseball bat The instrument of corporal punishment pressed Sherlock's unobtrusive shoulders, "You know how superior I am, if you still expect to swallow me privately and don't want me to go to the brothel to serve other Alphas, you can kneel quietly for me."

Sherlock's barely lifted knees were forced into the carpet again.

John pursed his lips tightly, raised his arm, and the solid oak handle slammed across the air. The huge stick hit the solid flesh with a muffled sound, and Sherlock suffered the third punishment, each time getting heavier and heavier. This time he cried out in pain, biting his red lips, the charming lip line twitched slightly because of the pain, he looked back at John sweating profusely.

"You really want to look at me more, Holmes, is there guilt written on my face?"

"Obviously not, you played very refreshingly."

"Because I did nothing wrong, it was you who did the wrong thing."

Sherlock lowered his gaze, and this time he found a slight scald on the carpet, and the occasional mischievous sparks splashed out of the fireplace and burned the innocent carpet, "I'm wrong, John, I'm wrong, I never treated Moriarty If I have any feelings, I just want to find useful information from him, and I have to pay to get the truth I want."

"What truth?"

"I'm going to find one of the 6 flights that has a ticking time bomb on it. Moriarty is the only one who knows what happened to the bomb."

"It seems that you are finally willing to let go of your case. I can forgive you for doing everything you can to solve the case and save the common people, but it is quite a pity, Sherlock, you are not sincere, and you are clearly clamoring in your heart that you did nothing wrong to mark Moriarty, But you still have to criticize this matter with me."

Sherlock almost dislocated his eyeballs, "You're just jealous, so take it out on me!"

"Of course I'm jealous, but I'm soft-tempered and magnanimous, so I won't punish you so severely for such a trivial matter."

Sherlock stared at the heavy corporal punishment instrument in his hand, which was at least two kilograms, and frantically yelled at the so-called magnanimous John Watson, "I! To! Bottom! Wrong! Where! Where! You can't tell me directly !"

"If you can't understand the stupid things you have done, the honest words of others will only fall into your ears. You are heinous, but you have to go to the root of the crime and reflect on what crime you have committed, so that you can be thorough. confession."

Sherlock slammed his head against the wallpaper, insisting, "I've done nothing wrong...I follow my philosophy, I live by my principles...I've done nothing wrong..."

John took a deep breath of cutting air into his lungs, he raised his hand, and took a fourth blow, Sherlock bit his lip and endured it silently, John paused for a few seconds, waiting for his response, but Sherlock just stopped talking, silent like a ten-thousand-year-old stone sculpture soaked in sea water and covered with white coral, John beat his heart hard for the fifth time, Sherlock simply pressed his forehead to the wallpaper, and stopped turning his head to stare at John, Silence was like a pebble in the wilderness, stubbornly confronting the wallpaper, John didn't sympathize with him, and then came the sixth blow.

Continuous hits.

John's fingers were numb.

Crying suddenly came from downstairs, and John looked at the clock and it was pointing to more than 2 o'clock in the morning.He was drenched in sweat, his chest was heaving violently, John leaned the heavy wooden stick against the wallpaper in front of Sherlock's eyes, walked out of breath to the living room door, and opened a crack, Mrs. Hudson handed the baby to him through the crack of the door, John took it carefully, closed the door, he sat down in the chair beside the desk tiredly, his arms were numb, hot sweat dripped down his chin to his chest , John showed his spring light, pulled two wet wipes, wiped his beautiful breasts secreting nectar, passed the nipple to the lips of Xiaodou Sprout, and quietly fed his baby.

Sherlock was still kneeling on the floor, his hands bound behind his back, his sweaty curls clung limply to his forehead, and he leaned his head against the wallpaper, turning to look at the scene of John breastfeeding with a pained look on his face, John's eyebrows Sweaty, flushed cheeks, as if just finished bed work, such a high-quality Omega will indeed be very popular in the kiln, maybe it will be fully booked every night, and it will be on the thighs 30 days a month Panting and swaying under the other Alphas, John and his eyes met, Sherlock's instinct was seduced, he couldn't help but licked his thirsty lips with the tip of his bitter tongue, and turned his head to look again The luggage bag on the other side of the counter.

Sherlock chose to continue kneeling.

After feeding for 10 minutes, Little Bean Sprout was sleepy, and fell asleep with John's nipple in his mouth. John lovingly looked at the expression of Little Bean Sprout falling asleep.