[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

John was compulsorily taken for a physical examination the next day.

Mycroft sat in the small space outside the consulting room, and then the doctor in charge of the physical examination opened the door and came out, took a recording form and sat in the office chair, and used a pen to make two strokes on the form from time to time.

John came out of the inner consultation room with hostility, his hands in the pockets of his new jacket, the bite mark on his neck covering two pieces of Band-Aid, and he stood almost against the wall.

"Indeed, as your brother said, the fertility is very high." The doctor told Mycroft the results of the examination in a respectful and professional tone.

"Be specific." Mycroft pressed unwillingly.

"There is no problem with more than 10 births."

John's face flushed instantly.

Sherlock chuckled contemptuously from the sofa next to him.

"I can't go to the blind date tomorrow. I want to take good care of my super-born Omega at home."

John silently endured this humiliating and meaningful medical examination. He was obviously brave and invincible on the battlefield, but in the end it was still difficult to escape his fate as an Omega. No matter how much he contributed to the country, the topic will always revolve around his fertility.

Mycroft grabbed John's arm in the hallway outside and pulled him closer to the tip of his nose, sniffing the top of his head.

"Why use inhibitors? Since you want to have a baby with my brother, you shouldn't deliberately suppress the estrus period. The pregnancy rate is the highest during the estrus period."

John's blood pressure was stimulated by the word "conception rate", his cheeks turned red to the base of his ears, "Who is going to have a baby with him!" John protested seriously, but he couldn't get rid of this Holmes, who was taller than Sherlock , the arms are stronger and more powerful.

"Although it's only faintly visible, you have the smell of my brother's mark on you."

It was the mark left by Sherlock losing his mind when he licked and gnawed at him yesterday, a fleeting scent that would wear off in a few weeks.

"You just want to play around with my brother, but I won't allow him to play around like this. You want to give birth to offspring for the Holmes family. You can count on your fingers whether you are qualified."

John was inexplicably reprimanded by Mycroft's sarcasm. He raised his head and looked at Mycroft resolutely, "You Alphas all have poor hearing or what, are you deaf? As I said, I, at all, don't want to, with, Sherlock Holmes... ..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Sherlock floated out of the bathroom, covered John's mouth, and without saying a word, held him under his arm and dragged him away from Mycroft.

Sherlock gave his brother a cold sideways glance before leaving.

John frantically yelled at him in the taxi, "I don't want to live with you!"

"Then you give me back the money I paid the trafficker Mike as a ransom."

"You ask him for it yourself! I'm going to settle with him about the ether! God, he and I are still old classmates." John sat in the taxi in despair and sorrow, Mike Stanford was his old classmate in the medical department in college , did not expect that the reunion after many years would be at an auction, and then Stanford sold him to the magic cave of 221B.

Sherlock looked at him with a smile, "You're just like a normal person when you're on a suppressant, you can take it out the door."

"It's just that it smells like you." John hates being an Omega the most. He can be marked immediately after being touched by Alpha's saliva. Every time he is unlucky, he must It takes 4 to 5 weeks to completely remove it.

He hates that he is born as an Omega, hates the cumbersome physical characteristics of Omega, the estrus that accompanies the death of old age, and the natural seductive smell on his body. He has to rely on inhibitors to suppress the past every 24 hours, otherwise he will walk on the road anytime, anywhere. They are all coveted by the Alphas with fierce eyes.

In high school, in order not to become the most "popular" Omega in the school, he almost kept inhibitors as emergency medicines by his side. Sometimes when he was overly suspicious, he took too many doses a day. The more doses, the greater the side effects , causing him severe depression for a long time.

He hates why his physique is so unusual, his ability will not lose to anyone, he can also serve the army, he can save the common people in the rain of bullets, it is quite unwilling to let him be born as an Omega, but why His smell is higher than the normal omega standard. The stronger the smell, the stronger the fertility. Without the inhibitor, his natural omega breath is already equal to the highest intensity of a normal omega when he is in heat. When entering the estrus period, the effect is quite terrible.

John still remembers that when he was a teenager, he had a cold. After taking antipyretics, he could no longer take inhibitors, and it happened to be in estrus. His smell started from his home and even spread for several blocks. On the bed, I could hear the sound of the Alpha punks around his house throwing stones at his window, and those lingering roars were lingering around the window of his room under the wall. Later, the family was really scared. Had to call the police.

As a result, the police came, and a few Alpha policemen who were out of control almost turned John away forcibly in handcuffs.Police officers fired at each other in the house at least six times that night to quell the unrest.

So far, he never dared to underestimate his potential as a superior Omega.

"What does a consulting detective do after all? The title sounds weird." John thanked the inventor of the inhibitor and the founder of its welfare society in his heart, and had doubts about the mysterious Sherlock.

"You want to know about my work?" Sherlock quirked the corners of his mouth in a wicked smile.

"Yes, I would like to know. But let it be your inconvenience."

"I'll have a chance to show you." Sherlock looked back at him, "John?"

"Huh?" John answered him naturally beside him.

"It seems you don't mind me calling you that."

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He obediently followed Sherlock's instructions, stayed quietly in the apartment and played the function of his decorations, read books, read newspapers, ate potato chips on the sofa, watched TV, and when Sherlock was amused by comedy and laughed, he would come from On the dining table that was used as a laboratory table, he turned his head and gave John a hard look, but John still couldn't restrain himself, which caused quite a quarrel.

"You either put up with my laughing, or you just send me away." Either way was fine with John.

Sherlock's whereabouts and schedule are very strange, sometimes he doesn't go out for two consecutive weeks, sometimes he stands gloomy in front of the window and plays the harsh violin all night, sometimes he goes out for three days without going home, but finally returns There must be an excited and happy smile on his face at the time, just like the expression after breaking through a difficult situation and escaping from death, and then his violin is much more pleasant, and the notes can also have the magic power of hypnosis and calmness.

John couldn't figure out what his job was, and browsing on Sherlock's laptop, he couldn't understand his boring deductive website. photo.

John really couldn't see the slight difference between the ashes of the ashes and the soot.

Sherlock is obviously not an ordinary private investigator who investigates affairs and searches for pets. Although this Alpha is extraordinarily cold, it can be said that he is cold-blooded, but he seems to be doing a very remarkable thing, which has a great impact on London and the citizens. John couldn't figure it out for a moment.

He must find something to do!

John closed his laptop and leaned on the single sofa, feeling that he was about to be moldy in the air, and pomelo leaves were about to grow from the top of his head. There was indeed a good reason for being an Omega (what bad reason could there be besides the stomach! ) When the little boy is pampered, but Sherlock has made it very clear that he doesn't want to really use John to complete the production process of continuing the bloodline, so he has to do something in return for Sherlock's care for his basic necessities.

John began to feel that he and Sherlock were gradually becoming friends, but he persuaded himself not to be stupid, and when he made a mistake and forgot to take the inhibitor one day, see if Sherlock still regarded him as a friend.

This kind of friendship maintained by inhibitors is really unreliable.

John consulted Mrs. Hudson, and the landlady used the tip of her nose to confirm that the smell that Sherlock had marked on him for a short time had finally disappeared, and he could go out openly without being misunderstood by anyone as having a relationship with Sherlock.

Sherlock has been very busy recently, and he didn't devote his energy to strictly restricting John's actions. Anyway, he has nothing, and he can't go far.Moreover, John was loosened by Mrs. Hudson's three meals a day and the comfort of 221B. He fell in love with this stable and comfortable apartment lazily, and had no thoughts of leaving.Her complexion is also rosier than when she was in the hospital, and her body has begun to grow flesh and become full of happiness.

He put on the coat Sherlock had bought him, went downstairs, opened the apartment door, and decided to go for a walk in Hyde Park and feed the pigeons.

Thanks to Sherlock who chased him fiercely that day, somehow helped him overcome his inner barriers, so that he no longer had to walk with a cane. John had just crossed two roads when he noticed a car following him vigilantly. When he wanted to When he was about to quickly get into the alley to avoid it, the car stopped in front of him and quickly dragged him into the airtight compartment.

Blindfolded.

This time it was a real kidnapping. John yelled inwardly that something was wrong.

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He was imprisoned for 3 days in a wooden room with bathroom.

The house looked like a hunting hunter would occasionally come to live in it. There was a simple box-spring bed, and all other furniture had been cleared away, leaving only an animal skin rug.

John's hands and feet are free, but the doors and windows are tightly nailed with wooden boards, and no light can come in.

He tried his best to escape and save himself, such as dismantling the water pipe with a small discarded hacksaw, and tried to smash the door with a water pipe. It would be foolish and wasteful to call for help from a screaming cabin, but he did.

He slammed on the door for a while, but he really lost his strength. He sat on the end of the bed and scratched his fingers. He didn't have occult phobia, but it was enough to remind him of the unpleasant experience in the prisoner-of-war camp. This is not Afghanistan, and this is not Vietnam. John tried his best to comfort himself, there would be no small hammers that smashed people's kneecaps, and there would be no tyrannical enemy soldiers with camouflage on their faces covering his face with a towel and pouring cold water from the jug continuously.

Don't worry about history repeating itself, you're off the field.

John didn't know if anyone would find out that he was missing, if someone would come to rescue him, he was bought by Sherlock with money, and Sherlock might shake his head and sigh a little because he lost this valuable decoration of him, but not necessarily All over the world looking for him.

John will die of old age, no, starve to death here, become a rotten bone.

Lying on the bed exhausted and weak, his stomach growling, he no longer wanted to count the time spent, in a trance, a miracle happened, John could not believe that he heard a sound approaching quickly from outside, hoping it wasn't a bird A passing porcupine.

John prayed ferociously, and the planks broke.

Sherlock was standing in the doorway with a big ax in hand, his chest heaving and heaving from the exertion, his breathing rumbling like a snoring.

John pushed himself off the bed, grinning at him.

Sherlock bared his teeth and let out a small growl at him, his bright eyes were deeply soaked with fanatical light, John remembered that he hadn't used inhibitors for more than 3 days.

John grabbed the bedsheets and looked at him fearfully: "Sherlock...let's move to a safe place first, then we'll talk."

"Safe? It's pretty safe here. No one." Sherlock dropped the heavy axe, hit the floor, sank, stretched out his arms, and started chasing John, who jumped off the bed and hit the wall thinking Trying to avoid him, Sherlock moved faster than him, and within half a minute he was grabbed and thrown hard onto the bed in the cabin.

John was hungry and was not as strong as him, he opened his eyes wide in horror as Sherlock jumped on him with fangs and claws, "Damn it! You can't use your usual unshakable rationality to think about what you are doing now! You said you didn't want to marry me!"

Sherlock pressed him down, buried him in his neck and breathed in the wonderful smell, "Oh, sticky and greasy, oh, you are so delicious, so delicious, why would I not want to marry you." She tore off the collar of his shirt and licked hard on the collarbone.

"You're so disturbed that you don't know what you're talking about." With the last of his strength, John pushed him away, turning over and trying to get out of bed.

The rescue moment he'd dreamed of wasn't what it was now.

Sherlock grabbed his legs with all his strength, dragged him over, and pressed him under him again, revealing the true face of Alpha when he wanted to grab his prey, with a low aggressive growl.

"Do you have my inhibitor in your pocket?" John grabbed his wrist, still desperately resisting, kneeling against Sherlock's body that was lowering towards him.

"Inhibitors are the most useless invention. They will only bring you bad side effects. Let me satisfy you. You have been controlled by inhibitors since you were born and have never been satisfied. My existence is to satisfy you. Satisfy you constantly."

"Sherlock! Wake up! I'm just a display to block your brother! Wake up! Don't do anything stupid, neither you nor I are ready to actually raise a child."

"I won't win the bid the first time." Sherlock pressed his hand on the mattress with great difficulty, and it was not easy to subdue such a stubborn Omega.

John sadly found out that he himself hadn't reached the estrous period yet, and it was enough to make an Alpha bursting with rationality fall into such a crazy situation.

Sherlock licked his dry lips, "Let me kiss, I won't go any further, I'll just kiss you, touch your lips and I'll go."

"Idiots have to believe your nonsense."

"Just a symbolic touch, lips to lips, and I'll take it right away."

John hesitated for a moment when he was dubious about his persuasion, Sherlock took the opportunity to press his cheeks, his heavy lips pressed against John's lips, and then violently tore his mouth open, John clenched his teeth tightly, Sherlock's tongue kept twitching Sliding on his teeth, unable to succeed, Sherlock reached down, touched John's still erect part fiercely, pinched him through the jeans, John couldn't stand the ravages of such a heavy hand, couldn't help but open his mouth, Sherlock He greedily entangled his tongue, his vocal cords let out a happy whimper, sucked John's soft tongue, let it go over and over again, and then recaptured it back to taste, John was completely messed up by his superb bantering skills, and was suppressed by him The fists that were held were slowly relaxed, and the fingers spread out on both sides of the ears.

Sherlock's slender fingers rubbed hotly against John's bottom through his trousers, covering him with his palms, stroking back and forth at the zipper.

John panted out of his kiss, and Sherlock leaned over and slid down from his chest, burying his face heavily in the zipper of John's trousers, the tip of his nose pressed intimately to his teased half-cock, "It's great here Now, John, you smell really good here, the best place on your body, are you saying you want me to fuck you?" Sherlock spread his legs, John didn't cooperate, Sherlock held him down hard His thighs, parted again, rubbed his cheek against the surface of his trousers, and licked him with his tongue through the thick fabric.

"You're hallucinating." John bit his lip, resisting the shuddering electricity that passed through his body. God, any normal person would inevitably be sexually aroused by being rubbed like this, but he has to defend his body and his future Responsible, must protect his chastity, John turned and grabbed the pillow, then clamped Sherlock's head lying on the base of his thighs with his legs, turned him over forcefully, pressed his buttocks on Sherlock's chest, and raised his hands high He picked up the pillow and pressed it down to cover his face.

"I told you to calm down! For the sake of my three days without freedom!"

Sherlock was almost suffocated by the cover, scratching in the air with his hands, and John moved the pillow away.

Sherlock was lying on the bed flushed and looking up at him, gasping for air, his eyes still sparkling with desire, what a clinging and unrepentant Alpha! John covered his face with the pillow again, determined to let him pass out this time, and then run away like before, and just don't get caught by the hospital and the auction house again.

"Don't move! Hands up!" Lestrade stood in the split doorway with a police pistol, aiming at John Watson. John let go of the pillow, knelt up on the bed, and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Police, I didn't mean to murder him, I did it for a reason."

Sherlock threw off the pillow, sat up, and hugged John's little head, his lips moved together again, biting, the lips pressed against each other crazily, John struggled to break away from his hot kiss, rolling The crawler ran behind the policeman, "You understand now!"

"You're in heat, and the smell on your body is about to make me faint." Lestrade was very nervous under the influence of John, and the two of them watched Sherlock uncontrollably pick up the ax on the ground.

"I'm not in heat, I have a normal taste."

"You are too exaggerated! You are dozens of times stronger than ordinary Omega!"

"You don't need to say, I know, I know, I know myself better than you, otherwise the leader of the so-called calm faction would not be like this."

Sherlock stared at the two of them grimly, "Sheriff, let me go first, I want to have a nice chat with my roommate."

"Technically, I'm not his roommate." John broke away and ran outside.

"Oops!" Lestrade turned his head and yelled at his running back, "Two of my subordinates are Alphas!"

John had already run outside.

Sally and Anderson, who were standing in the open space outside, wrinkled their noses at the same time, and Sally took a deep breath into John, "He smells like a freak."

"Yes, but the mark is not deep enough. It still smells very tempting. I still want to taste it." Anderson took the handcuffs from his waist and walked slowly towards him.

Lestrade ran out quickly, Sherlock followed him with an axe, Lestrade grabbed John's hand, stuffed him and himself into the police car, locked the door, and the two Alpha men outside began to slap on the window, Lestrade hurried I rummaged around in the car drawer.

"Sheriff, let me go in and help you drive."

"Go away, Anderson!" Lestrade dug out his small medicine bag, found the vial of the inhibitor inside, unscrewed the cap, and turned to John, "How many pills do you take?"

"4 pieces."

"I only eat one tablet at a time! What kind are you!"

Lestrade quickly poured the pill into his hand, then handed him the mineral water.

Sherlock came out of the house, and directed arrogantly at the two Alphas who kept beating on the car window, "Don't touch him with your dirty hands, get out of the way, he's mine."

Sherlock climbed onto the front engine, a shadow covering the driver's seat, and raised the ax high.

Lestrade and John Watson simultaneously raised their palms and covered their eyes, not daring to look down.

Sherlock slashed on the front window of the car with an axe, and the sharp axe got stuck on the shattered glass. Sherlock stepped on the surface of the shattered glass, pulled out the axe vigorously, and then cut the second mark.

It doesn't take 5 clicks on the window to be snapped open.

John huddled on the seat cushion and panted heavily, Lestrade checked his watch anxiously, "The medicine will take 6 minutes to take effect, we have to find a way to get out of here." He said, pulled the handbrake, started the car, and drove forward , Sherlock braced himself with an ax on the front of the car, and stood firm.

Lestrade turned quickly, spun the front of the car, and then slammed on the brakes suddenly, Sherlock's figure swayed, and he fell down with the axe.

Lestrade stepped on the accelerator, rushed into the jungle path, and led John wandering in the woods, getting rid of the brutal Alphas behind him, he took time to look back at John, "You're already like this when you're not in heat?"

"I have a special physique." John looked back anxiously at another police car that was chasing him.

"Ah, I'm also special." Logically speaking, an Omega is not suitable to be a leader, but Lestrade is an exception. He is an Omega, but he is very "fierce" and powerfully commands the entire Scotland Yard, including the two Alphas. Under him, he is also a sought-after item in Omega, has not been marked so far, and is as strongly dependent on inhibitors as John.

But as soon as the medicine is stopped, he will be beaten back to his original shape. No matter how strong an Omega is, it is still an Omega.

"You live with Holmes?"

John nodded.

"I advise you, don't get entangled with the guy surnamed Holmes, their family specializes in mutants with twisted personalities."

John nodded more teachably.

Lestrade stopped the car among the trees and leaned over to smell him, "The smell is gone, you're safe."

John sniffed himself uncertainly, but Omega couldn't smell his own scent, no matter how fragrant or sweet those Alphas said he was, John couldn't experience his scent himself, so he opened the car door with lingering fear.

The police car that was chasing after him slowly slowed down, and finally turned off and stopped there.

The car door opened, Sherlock stepped out with one foot, and then stood calmly in the mud, as usual.He was so arrogant that he wanted to trample everything in the world under his feet, and he didn't reflect on how impolite his behavior just now was.

Sally and Anderson also returned to normal thinking logic, walked out of the car, smiled sheepishly, and apologized to John, "We didn't mean it just now."

"Hehe!" John sneered, exactly the same as what Sherlock said before, not on purpose.