[sherlock] It's mine, don't move!

Bedroom 221B, Baker Street, next morning

The sparse morning light permeates through the thick curtains into the elegant and simple bedroom. Except for a set of white furniture next to the wall-mounted wardrobe, there is only a simple floor-standing lamp. A desk lamp and a large bed made of cherry solid wood carvings with complex and hollow patterns can accommodate four adults. The upper layer of the bed frame is covered with white mattresses and soft silk quilts. Through the hazy light, you can still see the beauty of the bed Two intimate figures sleeping with their necks crossed like mandarin ducks.

The sunlight happened to hit the corner where John was sleeping, and the person stimulated by the light blinked in a daze, and it took a long time to wake up a little bit, and then John was surprised to find that he was half covered. Half-covered by Sherlock's arms tightly locked in his arms, the exposed skin is full of bruises, and the body is flooded with the unique soreness and pain after passion, as long as you move your body a little, the inside The bones creaked like rusty gears, it seemed that his body was overwhelmed.

"John" Sherlock, who has always been very sensitive, was easily awakened as soon as he noticed the slightest movement of the person in his arms.The confusion and drowsiness in his eyes faded away quickly, and he returned to his usual shrewdness in a short while. Only the hoarse and deep voice showed that the great detective had just woken up.

Sherlock didn't let go of the person in his arms, but instead tightened his hands around John even more. His fingers went into the gap between John's fingers and slowly interlocked, even bringing this warm body into his arms. They leaned closer, making the two people's bodies closer together than before. Finally, Sherlock rested his thin chin on John's shoulder, narrowed his eyes slightly, and showed a lazy and elegant enjoyment in the early morning. appearance.

"Xia..." opened his mouth, and John found that his throat was speechless.After hearing his first sound like the screech of tires running through gravel, John immediately refused to speak.

"You yelled too much and too loudly last night, so it's normal that you can't yell in your throat today." Sherlock rubbed John's shoulder affectionately and explained by the way.

Turning his face to Sherlock's side with difficulty, John's gaze deeply met Sherlock's emerald green eyes, and only his reflection was clearly reflected in those beautiful blue eyes, which were as calm as the deep sea. It looks like he is the only one of this person in the boundless and vast world, which made John involuntarily fall into it, unable to return to his senses for a long time.After a long time, John's head began to work slowly, and the memory of yesterday came back to his mind again like a movie replay, and finally realized that he seemed to have finally done that job with the great detective ?

In other words, raw rice is finally cooked?

"John, can we do it again?" Sherlock lowered his head close to John's face, licking John's red and swollen mouth.After finishing speaking, without waiting for John's answer, he leaned on his side on the mattress with his hands and kissed John hard.John's breath was suffocated, and there was a hot touch on his lips, and then he relaxed his body, slightly opened his lips, and accepted Sherlock's possession.After receiving John's response, Sherlock became even more unscrupulous. He quickly reached in from the snow-white quilt to caress John's smooth waistline, slid down the waistline and slowly wandered up, feeling the softness in his hand. The smooth and powerful muscles went from tense to relaxed in his hand.

The passionate bodies of the two were quickly ignited again, and the kiss that lasted tens of seconds was finally parted by Sherlock. John's face was flushed, his chest heaved violently and gasped for breath, even the silvery part of his lips was separated. The silk was slippery and wet and couldn't be distracted. Sherlock's eyes, which were staring at John, gradually changed from emerald green to dark green, and then his lips fell on the corner of John's lips again, licking all the way down. , and then took a heavy bite on John's fair and beautiful neck, leaving a conspicuous bite mark, and John's body shivered reflexively under the stimulation of pain, but he was comforted by Sherlock's next Under the gentle stroking and stroking, he was in a trance again, and his eyes became blurred.

Sherlock's hand under the quilt didn't stop, and after ravaging the two poor little things, it slid down the slightly undulating chest, and then the bedroom sounded again after John groaned. A wonderful piece of music between lovers.

"Sherlock, if you dare to come here again, you... you can sleep on the sofa for me tonight!" John, who had washed up from the bathroom, was dressed in a light blue pajamas and was easily beaten by Sherlock. He took it out and put it back on the big bed. At this time, he was trying his best to wrap himself in a white silk quilt into a white spring roll, and his only pair of eyes were staring furiously at the edge of the bed, wearing the same light blue couple outfit. A curly-haired detective in long pajamas and holding a glass water glass that has been emptied.

"Okay, John, I promise I won't do it again now." Sherlock curled his lips dissatisfied.He couldn't understand that when doing that kind of thing, John was obviously very involved and at the same time enjoyed some kind of extreme pleasure, so why couldn't they come a few more times?He thinks his physical strength is very good, John is not bad, they can continue to enjoy, can't they?Especially in this boring and uninteresting day when there are no strange cases.

"Are you serious?" John looked up and down the detective suspiciously.For God's sake!He has been prostitution in the daytime since yesterday, and he was fucked again by this bastard who knows his taste just when he woke up in the morning, and then he had sex again in the bathroom while taking medicine, and he continued like this before. Dissatisfaction will turn into exhaustion, right?

"Of course." Sherlock spread his hands innocently.In my heart, I began to calmly and silently think about whether I should come to play again tonight?Or two, three times?

"What time is it?" He was already a little confused, and John held his forehead. "I mean, how long have we been hanging out in bed in terms of yesterday's time?"

"It is now... 45:26 in the morning, 31 hours, 27 minutes and 8 seconds have passed since yesterday." Sherlock looked up and glanced at the clock on the wall quickly, quickly calculated the answer in his mind, and then said it, then looked Turning to John’s body, which seemed to be weak all over, he asked with a sudden realization: “So, John, are you hungry? Humans usually eat on an 12-hour cycle, and they don’t eat and do strenuous physical activity for more than [-] hours. The central nervous system of the brain will protest like the human body..."

Seeing that Sherlock wanted to continue his lecture on what caused the hunger response in humans, John had to interrupt him.please!This is really a physical job, even more tiring than the porter on the pier who is carrying goods. Not only is he exhausted, but he is about to starve to death! !

"Ahem... Sherlock, I don't want to know why humans feel hungry now, because I feel very hungry now!!!" No, it should be said that his stomach is so hungry that he is about to lose consciousness.

"So what?" Sherlock asked, tilting his head puzzled.

"You. Go. Do. Lunch. Meal.!"

"Can't you buy it?" Sherlock really has no experience in cooking, although his experience in his nearly 30 years of life has been so ups and downs, exciting and exciting!However, a certain love guide book stored in his mind said that it is best not to mess up the atmosphere between lovers after going through that kind of thing, otherwise the consequences will be very serious.Although he feels good about himself, and he can be sure that he can control John's emotional changes, but the actual development of feelings is always full of unknown variables than calculations, just like solving a case. Of course, Sherlock still I think it is much easier to solve the case than talk about falling in love.

Also, solving crimes is much easier and more cute than cooking!

"You don't want to?" John narrowed his eyes and asked dangerously.

"...John, there is a bakery downstairs at 221B, a newly opened Chinese restaurant 100 meters away, an old Italian restaurant at 238 meters away, and a new cafe that opened 3 months and 8 days ago on the next street... …I mean, we can order takeaway.” In Sherlock’s world, food only exists to provide nutrients to the brain at regular intervals, and it doesn’t matter whether it’s delicious or hard to swallow. When solving crimes and researching topics, he even He would refuse food, so he never understood why John was so disgusted with ordering takeaway!Look, takeaway is fast and convenient, isn't it?He lived on it for seven or eight years before he left home and met John, and there was nothing wrong with it?

"You can't do it or you don't want to do it?" John continued to squint.

"...Then what do you want to eat?" Sherlock decisively changed his words after reasoning in his mind that if they continued to discuss, the possibility of John getting mad and causing domestic violence would be as high as 89%.

"casual."

"..." The word 'casual' has a very broad meaning, okay?

"Go, I'm going to rest." After hearing the so-called affirmative answer, John waved his hands at the big detective contentedly and began to chase away people, then slowly dragged his sore body back under the quilt and continued to curl up into a ball Close your eyes and rest.

"..." So, he is now regarded as the husband of the house by John?Sherlock's expression was blank for a second before he stretched out his hand to help John tuck the quilt considerately, looked at John who had quickly fallen asleep, and got up and left the bedroom after a while.While walking out slowly, he stretched out his hand to touch his chin. It turned out that what McCoff said was true, and his brain would return to normal the next day after finishing the work!So to prove it again, let's take John to do another experiment tonight!

No, I'd better call Mycroft and ask, he has more experience!

"Mycroft, it sounds like you are either in the office or on a tryst?" Picking up the phone on the coffee table in the living room, Sherlock leaned back on the red armrest sofa, and quickly opened a series of numbers with his slender, white fingers. Dial out.

"What's the matter?" Mycroft's voice was as calm as ever.

"You know what I'm going to say." Sherlock curled his lips dissatisfied.No matter what, he couldn't figure out why his brother always made fun of life by pretending to be stupid?What's the fun in pretending to be like those stupid mortals with brains as small as goldfish, and then hide behind the scenes and manipulate everything for the entertainment of the theater?

"Whoa! My brother, you finally took that step bravely?"

"Ask knowingly." Sherlock changed his posture and crossed his legs, looked up at the cloudy sky outside the living room window, and stretched out his hand to feel the cold wind coming in through the window gap. It seems that the first snow this winter It's about to start falling.

"Congratulations on finally stepping into the domain controlled by mortals, Sherlock."

"I didn't!" At most, he just took a safe passage named John Watson that intersects with the mortal world.

"In any case, it's good that you can figure it out. From a brother's point of view, I'm very pleased." Mycroft's voice paused, and then continued with a hint of warning: "However, Sherlock, you If you accept John, then you have to accept the troubles caused by human emotions, which always contradict your reason, and are completely inconsistent with the beliefs I have been teaching you. I don’t hope that one day you will make orders People regret things, understand?"

"Mycroft, I won't."

"There are no absolutes, Sherlock." On the other end of the phone that Sherlock didn't see, Mycroft shook his head helplessly, apparently unable to believe Sherlock's assurance.

"John wouldn't put me in that situation."

"If he would, then I would be very angry and the consequences would be severe."

"Don't hurt John!"

"I won't hurt John, on the premise that he won't betray you." Mycroft expressed his attitude lightly.No one can hurt the Sherlock Holmes family, especially his precious little brother!John was able to get close to Sherlock, which was the result of McCoff's acquiescence after several tests. I have to say that John is the most special person he has ever met. You must know that he may be the only one in this world who can enter Sherlock's isolated world people.Seeing the changes in his younger brother under the influence of John became more and more obvious, he felt a little uneasy in addition to being relieved.For this reason, he had to repeatedly deduce all the worst outcomes he could predict so that he could save his young brother from disaster in the future.

Mycroft has only one younger brother. Although he has a bad personality and a weird temper, he is always happy to challenge his elder brother for the joy of life, but that is just the unique way of getting along between the two brothers.The members of the Holmes family seem to have cold feelings, but in fact, the enthusiasm and care hidden in their blood will only be paid for a very small number of people. This kind of feeling is too warm. After being aroused slowly, Sherlock will eventually self-destruct for this, which is the result that Mycroft does not want to see!

"John won't betray me." Sherlock's face sank, and he was willing to believe in his upright, brave and willing former military doctor who was willing to share his life and death with him.

"I hope so." Sitting on a chair in the office, Mycroft slightly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled in blessing.If you just observe carefully, the smile does not actually reach the eyes, and the whole person exudes a chilling and terrifying feeling, but it seems to be just an illusion that disappears in a blink of an eye.The tone of the call with Sherlock was still the same, "Okay, Sherlock, you and John's dresses have been customized, and someone will come to try them on for you in two days, enjoy your last single life Bar."

"Mycroft, John is fine." Sherlock said finally before pressing the stop button.

"My brother, an emotional fool, really won't make people worry~" Seeing the disconnected call displayed on the screen, Mycroft sighed helplessly in his heart.The ultra-thin black mobile phone was turned over and over in his hand for a while, and then it was randomly thrown on the large red solid wood desk. McCoff turned the direction with his hands on the armchair, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office because With the coming of winter and the bleak scenery of dead branches and leaves, I quietly fell into meditation.