[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

John came out from the police station after taking the statement, waving his little arms angrily.

Sherlock followed him resentfully, with his coat pocket in his pocket, "Obviously you don't want any explanation."

"Obviously cohabiting with an Alpha who can swing an ax out of control is not a serious matter."

"Obviously you seduced me first. If you followed me in the house, I wouldn't be so excited later."

"Obviously if I follow you, I will have two bars in the toilet after 2 months, and then I can only wait in the shelter to conceive in October, and I will not even sit properly after giving birth. Sold to brothels for recycling."

Sherlock took two quick steps and walked side by side with him, "Obviously I might not be as irresponsible as the other Alphas and throw you into the shelter."

"Obviously you are not the kind of Alpha who would take care of pregnant women, you don't even care about your own body, obviously we don't have any formal relationship, obviously you can buy me from someone else, you can sell me ".

"Isn't this the fate of Omega, heh," John sneered cruelly at his own life, "It seems to be very rare and precious on the surface, but in fact, even though society is progressing, the status of Omega has not changed, you Alphas Just treat us as the most humble object of lust, no matter how hard we try, make contributions or something, in the end, we should not be reduced to a tool that is fucked, pregnant, and then discarded."

Sherlock grabbed his arm and pinned him to the street. "That's not it, John."

"What ideas do you have to publish? You bought me back, aren't you using me?"

"It's using you."

John looked away angrily.

"I did buy you because of your fertility," Sherlock frowned seriously, spelling out every word, "At the same time, I think you are very pleasing to the eye."

"What do you mean?" John looked up at him, Sherlock's way of speaking was sometimes inscrutable.

"That's right, I think you are very pleasing to the eye. From the first time I saw you," Sherlock repeated with great concentration like a child who has just learned to speak. "My work has allowed me to see many omega, all kinds of Breeds walk around in front of my eyes, and you are the only one who guides my gaze, the only one."

John felt that he was scalding hot and bloody from being told, he strongly concealed this feeling, then broke away from Sherlock's hand, and continued to walk slowly, "I'm so hungry, those kidnappers have nothing Here I am, I just survived on the tap water, and I almost gnawed on the bark."

Sherlock followed and smiled, "Chinese food? Spanish food? Italian food? You swallowed when you heard these names."

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John has a bit of a headache today, hum, one of the side effects of inhibitors, he has to endure the manipulation of inhibitors until he finds the Alpha he agrees with, enters him, and imprints indelible marks on him heavily, the first Now his Alpha will leave the smell on him forever, warning outsiders who this Omega belongs to, and then he doesn't need to take inhibitors anymore, and won't be thrown off by other flies when he walks on the street Alpha harassment that does not open.

John didn't expect he'd meet a good Alpha.

Wake up!There is no such thing as the world, good Alpha!They are all playboys who throw away their Omega after they run out. Some Alphas with a rotten life have a bad style and mark everywhere. No matter whether it is Alpha, Beta, or Omega, they will always come and leave a mess after death.

You must know that second-hand goods that have been marked by Alpha will be taken in except for brothels, and no serious people will want them again.

He's squinting and letting his headache get over him sitting on the armchair in the living room, with Sherlock playing with his skull across the way.

He got the smell of Sherlock again before, and it was kisses, fiery, entangled tongue kisses, slobbering, and it took him two months to get rid of it. No matter where he went out in the past two months, everyone knew He has been humiliated by some kind of man.

The smell finally disappeared today, and if it wasn't for the torment of the headache, John would be happy for a little while.

"We have a date tonight." Sherlock casually put the skull on his lap, his hollow eye sockets meeting John's frowning expression, "I ordered you a formal suit."

"But I'm obviously uncomfortable, Sherlock, you're so smart, can't you see that."

Sherlock asked him very strongly, "You must attend, you must play your decoration function, and you must sit beside me to set off me."

"What sets you off?"

"To set off my excellence."

"Can I set you off better?"

"The implication is that I am already very good in your heart?"

John glanced at him, not wanting to admit the problem, yes, Sherlock Holmes was excellent, he was talented, and although he was usually ruthless and mean, he was otherwise flawless.

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John, wearing a black suit with a creamy polka dot tie, sat at the end of a table for four.

Mycroft breathed inadvertently at him, "Suppressant again."

John didn't answer him, and turned over the food on the plate with his fork. Only food could soothe his headache at the moment.

"I investigated the origin of the Omega you are looking for, John Watson, was a doctor before being transferred to the battlefield, with a doctorate degree, but his family was poor, or should be said to have nothing. After being sent back to China, he was resold three times. ..."

"Patience, honesty, devotion to what you believe in, and above all, fertility." Sherlock interrupted him with a short argument. "That's a quality that makes up for everything."

Well, well, look, anyway the subject was back to his stomach. John pretended he didn't hear anything, just like the only child who didn't fit in among a group of elders, chewing his food to himself.

"Sherlock, what's the purpose of bringing him here tonight. I didn't invite him."

"You didn't invite, but this is a personal item that I want to carry with me. I like to carry him. I can put him wherever I want to show him. By the way, I will give you Napoleon a lot of insight and open your eyes. Let him See, what is the top grade in an Omega. How dare an Omega that can’t produce a basketball team these days boast that it is the most exquisite breed.”

Go make a goddamn basketball team yourself!

John is special. Under the current living environment and unfair social system, an Omega who can give birth to 6 children is already a very remarkable Omega. John is so exaggerated because of radiation or implanted chips by aliens. What's more, if the ghosts really want to be pregnant and give birth one after another, they won't have to do other things for a lifetime.

Plus John really doesn't like the title of high-end product, he's not really a commodity, is he, what's there to brag about about such a difficult topic as fertility.

There was some movement at the door of the high-end restaurant.

Moriarty handed the black mink coat to the waiter, and walked over gracefully with his trousers pocket in one hand. The waiter pulled the stool away and let him sit down, facing John.

Sherlock watched him with a smirk.

"Nice meeting, hello, Sherlock Holmes, I've been paying attention to you in private for a long time." Moriarty looked polite, but for some reason there was such a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

A bit infiltrating.

"You kidnapped John to deliver this message to me."

The goblet in John's hand was unsteady, and champagne spilled on his chest, so he quickly picked up the napkin and wiped it.

"The most interesting thing is that my brother knew about it, but he didn't stop it."

Moriarty rolled evil eyes on John's face without guilt, "Is this the Omega you used to reject me?"

There was some commotion near the table, and the other Alphas sitting in the restaurant all turned their heads and yelled aggressively at Moriarty.

Mycroft slammed the table hard, and the Alphas who had been eyeing Moriarty fell down in frustration. Next to this superb Omega, Mycroft, a powerful Alpha, took the initiative to cover a small area with scent, and the other Alphas, although they were in their hearts, Just around the corner, but I can only suppress it and dare not openly make up my mind.

"I say you, be a little self-conscious, don't be so high-profile, and at least suppress it with inhibitors before officially becoming Holmes' daughter-in-law. You haven't been marked yet, and you smell so attractive, it is distracting. If you are If other Alphas are dirty, they cannot enter the door."

Mycroft advised Moriarty in a very tactful and considerate tone for a big devil like him.

John also smelled the natural Omega smell that was not suppressed by any drugs on his body. He didn't know if it was the same as his own or not. It was not attractive to John, but there was a trace of it that made people feel swaying. It smelled better than ordinary Omega. The intensity is much higher, and the demeanor has the demeanor of a famous family. It is indeed a superior variety that will drive Alphas crazy.

John felt a little bit of Lestrade's fainting sensation.

He looked up at Sherlock, inexplicably wanting to confirm whether he would be swayed and seduced by Moriarty, didn't he say that, the only one who could make him lose his mind, was John.

Sherlock's fingers rubbed the fork restlessly on the table.

John looked angrily at his fidgeting, ripped the napkin from around his neck, and threw it on the table.

so! Alpha!No matter how smooth-talking he is, how calm and rational he is, once he encounters an Omega with a stronger smell, he will reveal his asshole attributes!Don't expect to trust them!

Nature is hard to change!

As long as it's an Omega that doesn't hide its good smell, they will be irresistible and want to grab it and fuck it again.

Sherlock realized something was wrong with him, he dropped the silver fork, and brought his hands together to his lips for concentration.

Moriarty smiled at him in satisfaction, "You're very patient. Any other Alpha would have overturned the table and hugged me long ago."

Sherlock dismissed his praise, and Mycroft dismissed it even more. How could the descendants of the Holmes family touch an Omega that was not in estrus at all? At most, they were a little annoyed by the smell. An ordinary Omega stood here In front of the two Holmes, he couldn't even create annoyance.

"You are provoking me by leaving me alone like this. You have never wanted to go on a blind date with me. You know, no one has ever dared to let me go." Moriarty smiled knowingly, took out the inhibitor from his pocket and ate it in front of the two of them Go on, "I have to make you less itchy, so that we can communicate about business."

They talk about marriage as a business matter, and talk about the union as if it is cooperation in the business field. Moriarty seems to be in charge of a very powerful intelligence network. He is a black spider hovering at the deepest edge of the intelligence network. Every slight flick of the thread reached his fingers, and Mycroft admired his talent.

He is the best Omega in London, as rich and powerful as the Holmes family, well-connected, according to Mycroft's description, Moriarty's scent when he is in heat can lure more than 60 Alphas at the same time.

This is a sign of high fertility.

Mycroft kept describing him and Sherlock as golden boys and girls, wishing they would be together on this table immediately, and a chubby snow-white baby would be born in Mycroft's arms.

John has been stared at by Moriarty's hostile and evil eyes all night, very uncomfortable, he has no meaning in this conversation, this is clearly Sherlock's blind date, it has nothing to do with him as an outsider, John decides to avoid it for the time being, He stood up facing them, said goodbye and went home, these people were not his friends, he didn't need to worry about them, and he didn't want to become a fuse on this table to start a war, he would rather hide in 221B and quietly watch his series.

Sherlock wanted to keep him but John insisted on going back, Moriarty was happy to do it for him, and specially ordered his driver to send this lowly civilian who couldn't even pay for a taxi.

John doesn’t want to escape as strongly as when he first came here. 221B makes him live comfortably. He has a separate small room on the third floor, and he doesn’t need to pay rent and food expenses. If he takes the inhibitors on time, His Alpha roommate wouldn't bother him, and John suddenly had the illusion that he might have met the friendliest Alpha in the world.

It was nice to simply be roommates with Sherlock.

What he has to do now is to try his best to maintain a balanced relationship with that Alpha, not too much, and not too alienated, too alienated John can't do it himself, he is used to sitting in front of the TV in the living room every night and Sherlock babbled without saying a word, Sherlock seemed impatient, eccentric, moody, but he was actually very good at listening, he could remember everything John said once, it was kind of cute to be clever.

John shook his head in the car, how could he describe a terrifying Alpha with cuteness, look at Sherlock's explosive power, if he was forced to force him, he would die.

The car rounded Baker Street.

"I'll stop right here."

The driver didn't respond, just turned the steering wheel and continued to drive forward.

John's many years of experience in facing the enemy immediately made him aware that the road was wrong, he turned around and opened the car door quickly to jump out of the car.

The driver Gada locked the door.

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The driver pulled him to a remote neighborhood, and the street was littered with paper scraps. John had never been here, but he had heard that this site was notorious, and it was included in the list of "three no-regrets" by the police and the government. Gather the dirtiest and most despicable Alpha in London, violent criminals and drug addicts can be found everywhere here.

No normal person would want to pass by and visit this purgatory on earth.

The driver hurriedly stepped on the brakes and stopped. Several people outside quickly ran over to open the car door, dragged him by the shoulders, held down his feet, and stabbed the vein above his arm fiercely.

"It's an aphrodisiac. It's the antidote. You'd better get out of this neighborhood with the most rapes in 10 minutes. God bless you."

These villains smiled menacingly, judging from the smell that they are Beta, Beta is the luckiest species, they have no estrus, the smell is flat, they don't need inhibitors in their life, they are never affected by Alpha and Omega, 365 a year Tian is free, can do whatever he wants, does as he pleases, and is not subject to any temptation or sway. He is the best candidate for bodyguards and killers.

John was violently thrown against a telephone pole by them, and the car rolled away from him with the debris on the street.

John subconsciously loosened his milk-white tie, took a few steps forward, and supported the graffiti-painted iron door next to him.

Ruined.

Before he went out today, he specially increased the amount of inhibitors, because today is his damned inevitable estrus every month, if he can't rush home before the inhibitors in his body are completely neutralized, his The little ass will be ruined by more than one or two Alphas on this block.

John forced himself to stand still, he felt the signs of estrus gradually awakening from his fingertips, spreading towards his back, his lower abdomen fell heavily, all his internal organs sank, a soft force made him want to keep wanting Sliding down against the wall.

John took two weak steps forward. He tore off his tie again, and then unbuttoned his suit jacket. He was so hot that all the pores on his body united to radiate heat. Even his own body was bullying him. John was At this time, I heard low whimpers coming from behind.

He didn't even have to turn his head to imagine that it was a strong and powerful Alpha that was attracted from somewhere else one after another, and he was going to be fucked through, and the next day the horrific photos of naked corpses made social headlines.

Most of these Alphas are idle, idle villains. They wear baseball shirts and hip-hop pants, and slowly surround John from all directions.

John pushed forward against the wall so hard, his strength was gradually weakening, a transparent hot flow overflowed from his backyard, and he officially started to estrus.

John leaned against the wall, unable to walk any longer, full of warm current flowed out continuously, his suit pants were about to be soaked, and the hot lust all over his body flowed out continuously, his throat was dry, but his saliva increased, he tried hard Swallow down the strongly secreted saliva, the more you moisten yourself with saliva, the more your thirst will soar.

Ah, he wants a kiss.

He wanted to have a flexible tongue in his mouth, and this hunger and thirst became more and more intense in his heart. John leaned against the wall, and even hoped that those Alphas would come closer to him, regardless of whether he would be killed. Several times on the wheel, as long as one satisfies him.

No!wide awake! John Watson!You are in danger now!You will be stabbed to death by those hard sticks that don't understand pity!

John tugs his mind back from the edge, oh, he's hot, his skin is hot, he wants to take off one more piece of clothing so badly, so take one off, and John pulls off his suit jacket and throws it on the sidewalk.

Several Alphas who couldn't bear their temper scrambled over to snatch his coat, and smelled it vigorously in their cheeks.

John couldn't walk anymore, he sat on the steps, lying flat on it, looking at the stars above London, how beautiful the Milky Way is on this hot land, these stars are more beautiful than what he saw on the bloody battlefield too much.

On this quiet night, he would have a complete estrus on the street, and then make a heroic sacrifice.

The Alphas surrounded him, blocking his view of the stars.They bowed their heads and whispered, commenting on John, watching him hot-cheeked, shirt tousled, lying in heat on the floor tiles.

"Look at this fine stuff. I've never smelled it so strong. It's unbelievably sweet. It's like kneeling and licking my shoes begging me to fuck him."

"He must be good at giving birth. His entrance is slippery and perfect for giving birth."

"I'm going to shoot a plane in his face first, I'm going to shoot all over his face, you guys get out of the way."

"You just get out of the way! I have to be the first to break his ass off!"

"You all get out! How the hell are there more and more people!"

"Let's make a quick decision and let those who come after pick up the trash."

John raised his chin, stretched out his tongue and licked his upper lip, every alpha onlookers held their breath strongly, froze their bodies and looked at him, John slowly erected without any touch, everyone watched Watching his round top scrape the fabric of the suit pants, watching an arc slowly move from bottom to top on the surface of the pants, and finally set up a tempting tent, the onlookers swallowed and grumbled to each other Loud, whimpering, the Alphas couldn't bear it any longer, and they all squatted down at once.

He reached out and grabbed John's limbs, vowing to press him on this step and divide the spoils one by one, filling him with countless fiery big cocks.

There were two gunshots in the block, and the Alphas looked back, and there was a strong Alpha in a long windbreaker, holding two automatic pistols in his hands.

John smelled Sherlock's unique masculine scent from various Alphas, Sherlock's scent, oh, Sherlock's scent, the supremely pleasant scent, Omega can only be firmly framed by Alpha's scent when in heat , This made him flood out even more, he couldn't control himself, his whole body was numb, and he couldn't help lying there moaning.

"Um... ah... I want to..." John knew he couldn't say it, but he couldn't help it, who has the ability to fight against his fiery soul and true feelings, anyway, his emotional brain can't do it, John Seeing Sherlock through the gap between the Alpha's heels, his vision blurred for a moment, his blood pressure rose, "Sherlock...I want you...Sherlock...I don't want anyone but you."

With a grim face, Sherlock pointed his pistol at these bastard Alphas who wanted to damage the items he bought. He had a total of 36 rounds of bullets, not counting the two used just now. Countless Alphas are still coming, Sherlock made a rough calculation, there are at least 100 people, and there will be more and more, all of them were lured by John, hungry and lack of moisture Alpha.