[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

Hearing John calling his name bitterly behind the human wall, Sherlock gritted his teeth, raised his pistol, and fired a few shots at the signboard lights upstairs, the chain hanging the signboard lights was broken, and it crashed By the steps, John was protected inside, separated from the Alphas who were not qualified to touch him.

The irritated Alphas were murderous towards the competitor who came to snatch the food. They roared out of control, and frantically broke off the railings on the sidewalk, held the iron rods in their hands, and dragged them across the road.

Sherlock didn't take a step back, and stood firmly in place. He scanned the motorcycles parked by the side of the road, raised his pistol, aimed at the motorcycle's fuel tank, and created an explosion ferocious enough to attract the attention of Scotland Yard Police Headquarters.

With all his strength, he pierced through the knees of a dozen Alphas with bullets, howling everywhere in the flames.

Sherlock was trapped in the encirclement, there were too many people, his bullets were obviously not equipped enough, he dropped two empty guns, the civil war between Alpha and Alpha began 200 years ago, although today's society seems to be full of There is a peaceful atmosphere, but when the territory and Omega are robbed, bloody and cruel wars will easily detonate.

The strong is king, this is how Alphas get along.To make another Alpha succumb, he had no choice but to defeat him, or even kill him.So these Alphas are definitely capable of killing Sherlock.

A heavy iron rod hit Sherlock's back, and he turned his head angrily, smashing his mandibles with his fist.

Sherlock nimbly dodged their attacks, rushed across the road, and ran to the sidewalk. With his natural climbing ability, he climbed the wall and climbed the steps, and ran down towards John. The moment he hugged John, John's whole body They all trembled violently, "I'm going to suffocate...I can't breathe..." John cried bitterly, every time he was in heat, he would not make it easier for him, because he had to go through it more than ordinary Omega more intense spillover.

Sherlock hugged him to comfort him, "I'll take you out of here soon." He kicked off the signboard light, and scanned the Alphas gathered outside with sharp eyes, excluding those unlucky Alphas who were lying on the ground and rolling around their knees , many of the rest were wounded, and some were hit on the head by the wreckage of the bomb, and bleeding sprang out continuously.But most people can still continue beating Sherlock, put him to death and hurry up.

Sherlock couldn't fight against a hundred, but he wasn't afraid at all. He stood in front of the fierce Alphas and announced in a low voice, "This Omega is mine."

"Hmph, he doesn't have your mark on him, why should he say it's yours?"

"I'll tag him, I'll tag him sooner or later."

John clutched his shirt by the chest at his words.

"Stop bragging so arrogantly, we're going to beat you to pieces, and then let you watch us take turns to fuck him one by one."

"I'm afraid you can't, because I'm Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock said extremely contemptuously.

The Alphas aggressively narrowed the encirclement, and the siren suddenly sounded overhead, but no police car appeared. The police did not want to provoke the Alphas in this neighborhood who were not afraid of the law and had no humanity. They would overturn the police car and disembowel the policeman.

Everyone looked up and saw several police helicopters hovering over the block. Lestrade finally arrived in time out of friendship and rescue. The heavy machine gun was mounted on the open hatch of the helicopter, aiming at the entire block.

The Alphas grinned and clenched their fists, glaring at the excellent high-quality products that were taken away from under their noses, and swore that if they met this guy named Sherlock Holmes on the road, they would not let his nose stay alive. in the world.

Lestrade picked Sherlock up by helicopter, completely abandoning this terrifying legal restricted zone.

John lay on the seat cushion, Sherlock was frantic in the helicopter, his eyes were bloodshot, and he frantically tugged on Lestrade's collar, "Give me back to the gate of 3B Baker Street within 221 minutes! Or I will throw you away Get out the helicopter!"

Lestrade raised his hands and turned blue when he yelled at him, "You are so heartless Holmes, you didn't even say thank you and dared to threaten me."

"Stop talking nonsense! Tell the driver to hurry up! Do you really expect me to pack you as a gift to my sadistic brother!"

"Don't! It's hard for me to get rid of his pursuit!" Lestrade was finally frightened, and he hurriedly accompanied Sherlock to urge the driver nervously.

Sherlock hurried back to the apartment with John in his arms, knocked open the door, rushed upstairs, and laid him on the living room rug.

Sherlock was panting heavily, because of running and also because of excitement, he knelt on the carpet and looked at John, his body was so hot that it almost burned Sherlock.

John looked like he was about to die, his eyelashes were stained with tears of agony, and the light of the desk lamp was shining crystal clear, he turned over naturally, facing Sherlock, the alpha who kept attracting him, pouted his hips high .

The strong and talented aura of Sherlock made John even more irrepressible, he was so powerful, not only had he a pleasant face, but he was even more intelligent and brilliant, and he would satisfy John continuously until John reached infinity. Go to bliss.

John grabbed the carpet and pouted his butt at him, Sherlock growled hoarsely, ripped John's belt savagely, and took off all John's pants, all wet, all, all soaked, transparent liquid dripping The light spread from the gap to the thigh, Sherlock went crazy for this scene, he knelt behind John, lowered his head, stuck out his tongue to lick up from the inside of his thigh, and licked all the way to John's buttocks, Sherlock stretched out Opening him with both hands, the pink hole was flowing with Omega's unique estrous liquid, Sherlock sniffed his body odor deeply, and licked John's soft entrance with his rough tongue very lovingly.

oh! John was so stimulated that he couldn't help yelling, "Damn! Damn! This is so fucking cool!"

Sherlock licked firmly and hard from the base of his fragile testicles to his tailbone over and over again, making sure to take care of his entire little ass each time.

Every time Sherlock's fiery tongue passed his entrance, John's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Oh! Sherlock! Put something in there!" John couldn't bear the feeling of his hot and considerate tongue scraping his entrance over and over again, the emptiness almost tormented him, John put his forehead on the carpet, itching Unbearable, saliva is about to overflow from the mouth.

Hearing what he said, Sherlock stopped sucking at the opening of his shaft, curled up his tongue, hovered around the entrance for a while, and then stuck it straight in without hesitation.

John smacked the carpet hard, bowing his waist, "Grass." He chanted aloud without restraint, held his front end that was so full that it was about to crack with his left hand, and began to move by himself.

Sherlock fucked him with his tongue rhythmically, John's head-high cock darkened, the middle of the cock was lower, near the root, the knot that usually hid began to protrude, swollen, he was about to cum, Sherlock stopped, and John Flipping over, taking off his pants completely and throwing them aside so he was only wearing a shirt, Sherlock watched his bewildered expression before ducking his head and wrapping John's open knot in his mouth, fully primed for cum John spread his legs wide and hugged his curly hair, his ass was still wet, and he would keep wet until there was something full and full blocking him.

This will stain Mrs. Hudson's carpet.

But neither of the two can control so much, John tried his best to accept the feeling of Sherlock covering him with his lips and mouth, so wonderful, incomparably wonderful, his small mouth usually speaks very fast, and it is also amazing in this respect Satisfied, oh, so hot, so hard to swallow John's root into the mouth of the throat, sucking him tightly, John lay on his back, opened his eyes.

The inhibitor on the desk was dangling above his head.

John closes his eyes and doesn’t look at the small pill bottle, he wants to continue, he is so empty now, he has been suppressed by drugs for 29 years and has not been satisfied once, Omega can only be completely penetrated by an Alpha in his life and then attached A heavy mark, and then the smell of this first Alpha attached to him will never disappear.

Then the first Alpha, the key person who influenced his life, decided to choose Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock is fine, he is very good, perfect, a little mischievous and ignorant of the world, but John likes him.

"I want a kiss," John demanded wistfully and hungrily.

Sherlock was so busy, he let go temporarily, stretched out his slender fingers to rub his sore cheeks, and lay on John's body, "I'll be right here."

Sherlock leaned forward in front of his eyes, John raised his hand to gently stroke his dark chestnut hair, swept back, Sherlock closed his eyes very well, and put his lips on John's lips, the two kissed affectionately and lengthily, more than It went much smoother than last time, Sherlock wasn't as rude and John wasn't resisting at all.

He has gained the trust of John Watson, and he has obtained permanent permission for his bravery just now, and John will agree to any teasing and even training he has done on himself.

Sherlock stared up at him from the kiss that nearly took their breath away at the same time.

"We're going to have a baby." John stretched out a loving smile.

A flicker of hesitation flashed in Sherlock's eyes.

John's heart prickled, and he stopped stroking Sherlock's hair, stared at him for a long time, and realized, "I think I get it, you don't really want kids."

"Leave it alone." Sherlock was devastated by his strong heat smell and didn't want to engage in any thought-consuming sophistry. He didn't even want to spend his brains on the debate he was most passionate about on weekdays. He just wanted to be cruel, John pressed down on the rug and fucked hard.

Sherlock sat up on his knees and started ripping off his coat and scarf, then his blazer, and his troublesome little waistcoat.

Taking advantage of the time when he was hurriedly taking off his clothes, John turned around and grabbed the arm of the sofa to get up, picked up the inhibitor on the desk, and unscrewed the lid.

Sherlock had just slipped the vest over his arm and looked at him sternly, "You don't really want to do this."

John panted heavily, and the hand that unscrewed the lid was trembling, his whole body was clamoring for Sherlock, especially the inside of his body, how much he wished that Sherlock could reach deep into him and satisfy him firmly , but he couldn't gamble his future on a whim of lust, conceive a child that Sherlock didn't expect, and then be abandoned in an asylum.

Sherlock crawled over and grabbed his ankle, and John fell to the ground, pills scattered all over the place.

Sherlock turned him around violently, John was turned over and over like this, the heat in his body was rippling, he stretched his arms, and lay face down on the carpet lazily, couldn't help facing Sherlock's face again Lift your hips.

"Oh, Sherlock…" John let out a long, hungry sigh.

God, what was he doing, he couldn't follow his body's instincts, he couldn't really have sex with Sherlock at this moment, John was in pain and fought fiercely with himself, and was painfully close to split personality.

Sherlock unzipped his pants against his hip and pulled out his swollen, painful erection from his panties, huge, hard, utterly hard, poking into John's elastic buttocks, hissing low and long Voice.

John desperately broke down the overwhelming strength in his body that wanted to lean back against Sherlock, picked up the pills on the carpet with his fingers, and chewed them almost sobbing.

Sherlock lifted his shirt, pressed his palms against his sweaty back, hot palms stuck to his strongly smelling sexy skin, his hard erection rubbed back and forth against John's soft entrance outside, circling in the creases , John yelled, "Oh my God! My God! I want to see how old you are."

Sherlock leaned down, pinched his chin, and advised him not to ask so much, "I'll show you enough if you want to, and I'll let you see for yourself how I move in and out of your body after I'm fully inside. "

John wanted to turn around on his own initiative, but Sherlock burst into aggression, pinching the back of his dishonest head, "I'll stab you hard, then grind for a while, then untie my knot and lock you up, you There's no way to wriggle like this and try to escape, I'll cum all over you until I feed you."

John felt his strength spreading back to him, and the medicine worked, he crawled forward two steps, freed Sherlock's hand from holding the back of his head, jumped up, and stood behind the sofa to block himself, " Sherlock, I'm much better now, thank you for saving me from the corner just now, I must have other ways to repay you, for example, I can be your errand for you in your daily life."

Sherlock sniffed the air in bewilderment, the smell of John in heat dissipating, gradually diluting.

"Did you take medicine just now while I wasn't paying attention?"

"Yes. I don't think this is the best time for me to marry you. I'm not ready yet."

Sherlock stared at his face for a long time, his firmness reminding him that he needed something desperately but John wouldn't give it.

Sherlock looked at him unwillingly, "You choose between me and the inhibitor."

John didn't know how to answer, he didn't dislike Sherlock's skills or wanted to reject the inhibitor that Sherlock had taken, but he wouldn't be able to tell right now.

Sherlock showed a very hurt expression, John softly sympathized with his proud pride, he wanted to kneel down on the carpet and kiss Sherlock again, to comfort him.

But Sherlock didn't say anything to John, just sat quietly and calmly for a while, when John thought he was going to become a wood carving, Sherlock picked up his coat without saying a word, covered himself, and walked to his room.

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For the next three days, Sherlock immersed himself in his experiments in the dark sapphire blue satin dressing gown.

John didn't dare to disturb him, he huddled silently on the couch by himself, with his feet curled up on it, flipping through the newspaper, in fact he couldn't read a single word from the entertainment page or the society page, he really wanted to go and chat with Sherlock about that A sentence or two, so that the embarrassment between the two of them can be relieved.

He was really grateful to Sherlock for saving him from the fire pit, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sit here healthy and read the newspaper and enjoy coffee, and the other night, he didn't choose to stop out of dissatisfaction with Sherlock.

He was terrified, afraid that he would really be pregnant with a child that no one loved and wanted, and then he would be abandoned.

You know, after a marked Omega is abandoned, it is equivalent to waste, and can no longer be in love with other Alphas. The only alpha who has marked him for a lifetime of masturbation fantasies, even if he can go to those high-end romantic places To continue to maintain life, but also rely on empathy drugs to anesthetize oneself temporarily, so as to barely cope with the guests.

Everyone can smell the Alpha that marks him from him, and everyone knows who abandoned him, not to mention that if he gives birth to a child, if the child's other biological father does not want to raise it, then a child with It is more difficult for an Omega with a dragging oil bottle to gain a foothold in society.

Even if that oil bottle has the opportunity to receive education, he will suffer a lot of contempt and blank stares at school.

A child of an Omega that was rejected by his father.

If he gave birth to an Omega who was as troublesome as himself, then the hardships of life would be even more difficult to imagine. Without the cover of a strong Alpha parent, he would have to be busy worrying about whether his Omega child born in a single-parent family would be punished at school. Bloom early.

John put down the newspaper and walked into the dining room, pretending to be boiling water on the stove for tea, when in fact he just wanted the chance to stand closer to Sherlock, hoping to dissolve the tension between them like sugar cubes in hot water .

"Tea?" John asked over his shoulder.

"Okay." Sherlock looked at the microscope and answered curtly.

Very good, I can squeeze out a word and give it to John.

John took the teabags out of the jar and put them in the teapot, then set the cups in place, resting the small spoon on the rim of the saucer.He is very good at doing housework. If his parents are still alive and well, and John follows Omega's established route and enters a hospital directly after finishing his studies, his doctoral degree will allow him to have a decent regular job , his life will be completely turned upside down, completely different, he will have a pair of harmonious parents, his sister will no longer be as hopelessly depraved as she is now, and he will also find a normal Alpha girlfriend who can't wield a big ax , will definitely not be as lonely as now.

But John didn't choose such a smooth path. He knew that most Omega would only become wronged souls when they participated in the war, especially if they were caught in a prison camp. How miserable he would be after going through the drug withdrawal, but he just couldn't ignore those who were on the battlefield. Soldiers and civilians who were injured and could not be treated in time, he has the ability to save lives and heal the wounded. He must go to places that need him more. Fortunately, John survived all these disasters and returned to London with a narrow escape. Now he With limited ability, he dragged a lame leg and became a homeless Omega who was constantly being resold.

Fate was unfair to him, especially when he had to meet Sherlock Holmes, John couldn't judge whether being with him was good or bad, but he liked being with Sherlock, which no one could hide or deceive.

He picked up the teacup and placed it at Sherlock's elbow.

"Sit down." Sherlock told him again as coldly as when they first met.

John sat down across the table, careful not to let his teacup touch the strange chemical apparatus.

Sherlock was still concentrating on his microscope, but seemed to be able to distract himself from chatting with John.

"You go back to Stanford."

John suspected that he heard it wrong, he raised his head and looked at him from the opposite side, "What are you talking about?"

"Stanford and I made a promise that when I want to abandon you, I will return you to him."

John stared at him for a long time, in disbelief, "Just because I won't let you go? You're going to hand me back to that trafficker."

Sherlock let go of the microscope, picked up the teacup and blew on the mist, took a sip, and licked his lips, "There's an extra piece of sugar."

"It's just right, if it's too weak, it won't taste good at all."

"I do not like."

John clenched his fists, "Anyway, what I do now makes you displeased."

Sherlock didn't reply, but put down his teacup to re-observe the gorgeous and mysterious cells under the lens.

"You just finished what you just said."

"Stanford will come at 4pm, just follow him."

John slammed the table angrily, "I thought you really regarded me as a friend."

"I just treat you as an ordinary Omega, a decoration. Since you can't play both roles now, I will keep you to occupy the space."

"You don't need to use me as a shield to perfuse your brother?"

"No need." Sherlock picked up the tweezers and put something into the culture medium, his voice was full of carelessness, "I've already promised to marry another Omega."

"That bastard Moriarty who tried to kill me?"

"It's natural that he wants to kill you. You are the closest Omega to me. Even he can't get close to me. But now I will give him a chance. He is the most suitable Omega in London. My mother will be very happy with my identity." Sherlock said in a very cold tone.

"But you don't like him."

Sherlock raised his eyes from the equipment and looked at him, "I don't have to like him, I just need to marry him, give him an official title, mate with him regularly, give him a lot of sperm for Holmes I make kids at home, and then I just let go and get back to my job with full attention."

"You don't want to take care of your own child?"

"I'm not suitable for raising children." Sherlock analyzed calmly. "I'll strangle my children if they interfere with my experiments."

"You wouldn't, if your kids were actually standing in front of you, you'd spare a little love for them."

"I have no love, and even less heart." Sherlock threw out this sentence decisively, leaving no room for refutation.

John leaned back in his chair decadently.

He also didn't know why he would be so disappointed and heartbroken to hear that Sherlock wanted to be so irresponsible to himself, marrying another Omega in such a mess, at least Sherlock wanted to find an Omega to marry who would make him happier in life, after all, getting married It is a matter of a lifetime. Although divorce is possible, the memories of marriage will always remain deep in my heart, right?

Sherlock's silence made John unable to face it for a long time, he left the dining table and sat on the armchair that Sherlock had allocated to him in front of the fireplace, but it would no longer belong to him soon, because he was about to be sent away as garbage.

Stanford came at 4 o'clock as scheduled, and his chubby cheeks showed a friendly smile to John, "Long time no see, old classmate."

"Knowing that I'm an old classmate, I'm still ashamed to trade me." John propped his temples on the sofa.

"As soon as I found out that you were injured and returned to China, but I queued up for 3 days to auction you off from the pier. I really love you! And I handed you over to a pretty good Alpha to take care of. .”

Sherlock sat calmly at the dining table and turned the focus of his microscope. He has always been busy with experiments these days, making John think that he is deliberately looking for something to do to numb the nerves of his super brain, so that In the future, there will be no free time to think about his marriage.

Stanford sniffed John from the air, and tilted his head wonderingly, "It's strange, you have his scent on you, but you haven't been fully marked, why are you in such a hurry to send you away."

John stood up, put on his coat, and rolled his eyes in Sherlock's direction, "Mind your own business, Stanford."

"You're still as hot as you were in school, haha! If you hadn't been crazy and exaggerated once in front of the whole school, I sometimes misunderstood you as a Beta or even an Alpha. You created unprecedented chaos at that time, you Almost boiled and foamed the whole school."

"Don't mention the past again, I am no longer the John Watson of the medical department, I am now a lame ex-military doctor."

"Even if you're crippled, your charm won't fade away, right? I've heard that there are rumors that an Omega attracted more than a hundred Alphas in the neighborhood, and even caused an explosion. That's terrible, sir. One thing, if that Omega can confirm that it's you, and you haven't been coughed and virginized, you can still find a rich and powerful family and entrust it to you for life."

"I came from a humble background, so I'm afraid I'm not good enough for those rich and noble families. Besides, I will never casually combine with someone who doesn't understand what responsibility is to eat and then have a child." John's words were stinging, he didn't have anything to pack, he Without looking back, he walked out of the living room first, Stanford made a happy deal to Sherlock, and after a while, Sherlock glanced at him expressionlessly.

Stanford walked down behind John.

The car was waiting outside, John got into the car, and Stanford took up two-thirds of the seat when he came in.

The door slammed shut.

John looked up from the car window, and Sherlock was standing at the second-story window staring at him.

John clasped his hands on his knees, as long as Sherlock said something to him, even if it was just to say John with his lips through the glass, he would immediately push Stanford away and run back.