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Exhausted, the doctor finally made it back to the cottage before the ambulances and police began to arrive at the main house. They’d be there soon enough and he wanted to be clean and properly dressed before they arrived.
Fitzhugh was conscious but in great pain from his numerous injuries. The alpha had come down from his primal state and was now suffering the consequences of his actions. John had no sympathy but still hated the idea of anyone suffering, even a waste of space like Fitzhugh.
“Help will be here soon, Fitzhugh. Are there any medications that you’re sensitive to? I can mention it to the paramedics.”
The alpha’s voice was faint but harsh. “Sod off, Watson,” he said wearily.
John shrugged and stepped over the sentinel on his way to the stairs. He wasn’t going to bother with Fitzhugh any longer. The doctor’s mental faculties were not at their best and he didn’t want to waste what little cognitive abilities he had left on something so worthless.
The stairs looked a million miles high as he trudged up them, still dripping mud and water, holding onto the handrail to avoid falling. All he wanted at that moment was to clean up and fall into bed with Sherlock. But there was too much to do and he needed to be quick before the police arrived.
A swift shower and change of clothing saw him downstairs again, watching over the now piteously moaning Fitzhugh. The doctor pulled one of the loveseats in the front room closer to the doorway to the hall so he could get off his feet and keep an eye on the injured sentinel.
Thankfully, the cuts to his feet were shallow but, combined with all the bruising, were rather painful and swollen. While he waited and watched over Fitzhugh, he was able to care for his own injuries and loosely bandage them. A tetanus jab would not go amiss and he’d get a paramedic to check over the cuts before applying a final dressing. John was relieved that he wouldn’t need a doctor. The heat was making him more and more uneasy about being around strangers and having Fitzhugh right in front of him was unsettling, to say the least.
Even bloody and injured, Fitzhugh’s alpha scent was making him uncomfortable. John had changed his pants but they had already become soaked with lubrication. His body was bound and determined to mate with something, and soon. On top of everything else, he was feeling very itchy and his clothes made his skin feel overly sensitive. Rubbing at his nipples eased some of the itch but it made his abdomen throb with an increasing arousal that was very difficult to ignore. Just what he needed was to be writhing around on the sofa with his hands down his trousers when the police finally showed up. That would certainly look very professional.
Maybe some fresh air would help. He limped to the window and opened it a crack. The cool air did clear his head a bit and he gratefully breathed the air without alpha pheromones polluting it. It was then he noticed the flashing lights of the police cars making their way slowly down the slippery drive, followed by an ambulance. They stopped in the semi-circle in front of the house while John hobbled back to the loveseat. Christ, he hoped Sherlock would be with them. He missed his alpha with a physical ache and his body throbbed with wanting.
Since it was broken down by Fitzhugh, the front door had been left wide open and John hadn’t bothered to try to close it. The doctor stayed where he was, feet up on a footstool, and watched as the foyer was invaded by multiple police, many of them clearly alphas.
They swarmed around Fitzhugh and one called to the paramedics to hurry inside. John watched with interest as they freed the groaning sentinel from his bonds and examined him for injuries. Another pulled a gurney inside and they began to transfer Fitzhugh to it. John was very gratified to see one of the police cuff the alpha to the very sturdy support bar immediately.
Two of the police spotted John and, looking grim, headed toward him, only to stop in the doorway as they caught his scent. It was strange and somewhat embarrassing to see their expressions soften and become concerned for him. They glanced at each other and then looked back at John. The elder policeman spoke to him gently in French but John had to shake his head at them with a regretful expression that they immediately understood.
The older policeman indicated to his partner to stay there and he left the house. He returned shortly with a paramedic who came quickly into the room with John. As soon as the man knelt by his side and set down his equipment, John could tell that he was also an omega.
“My name is David, m’sieur. I can see you are in heat. But you are also injured. May I touch you to examine your feet?”
John blinked at him in bewilderment for a moment, trying to understand and then came to himself. Damn hormones were making him incredibly stupid and he flushed with embarrassment as he nodded.
The man grinned at him and winked as he began to unwind the bandages with very gentle hands. “Your time is making you uncomfortable and your mind dim, yes? Of all those here, I understand most.”
Relieved, John sat back and allowed the man to work. He was very efficient, going over both feet quickly but thoroughly and then checking John’s vitals. Nodding, he addressed John again.
”You did a good job with these and the cuts are very clean. I’ll wrap them again and you must change the dressings often. Do you know how to do this?”
“Thank you, yes. I’m a doctor and I know what to do.”
The paramedic’s face brightened and he looked up at John with delight. “You are an omega doctor? That’s wonderful! I, too, want to be a doctor. I am studying to get into medical school. My alpha is very supportive. He works from home and watches the children.”
John was flabbergasted. “You work, study and are raising children? How are you not dead?” Being able to juggle work and family was a secret worry of John’s. He wasn’t sure how he’d feel being left out of Sherlock’s cases or not being able to work outside of the house. It might drive him around the twist to be stuck at home all the time.
The man gave a shrug. “We compromise. The children come first, though. You have children, surely?” He looked dubiously at John, trying to guess his age.
”No, not yet. This is my first heat with my alpha. You wouldn’t happen to know where he is, do you?”
”You mean the tall, dark alpha outside? He is yours? That one is tres jolie, mon ami.” The paramedic comically waggled his eyebrows at the doctor, eyes sparkling in merriment as he teased John. It wasn’t until he found himself chuckling in amusement that John realised how incredibly tense he’d been and how just being with another omega had relaxed him. He was starting to shiver, though, and he didn’t like how paranoid he was feeling.
As he began to pack away his supplies, David gave him a concerned look and turned to the policeman still stationed at the doorway. John could tell he was an alpha—the hormones were making his sense of smell much more acute—and had noticed the man was being careful not to look directly at him.
The paramedic spoke quickly to the policeman, who nodded and trotted out the front door.
“I have asked him to fetch your alpha. You need him right now, even if only for a moment. You are trembling with anxiety and stress and your blood pressure is high. His scent will calm and relax you. You have been through much excitement tonight and you must relax.”
At that very moment, Sherlock breezed into the foyer and headed straight for John, ignoring one of the policemen who seemed to want to speak to him. Thankfully, Fitzhugh was no where in sight, having been transported to the ambulance a few moments earlier.
As soon as John saw Sherlock, he reached out for him and tried to get up, but David put a firm hand on his shoulder to press him back into the sofa. Then Sherlock was there and that was all that mattered to John. The sight, smell and touch of his alpha encompassed him and he nearly whimpered in relief as he was finally able to hold Sherlock.
John’s arms were wrapped around Sherlock’s torso and his nose was buried in his sentinel’s neck. He heard someone speaking quietly and Sherlock replied in French, his voice deep and dark, sending shivers through John as he held on tight. He was afraid Sherlock would have to leave him again soon and the thought was nearly unsupportable.
”John. I have to go.” He’d been right, Sherlock was leaving. The hormones were making him want to behave like a stereotypical omega, clingy and emotional and John wanted to wail in protest. That was completely ridiculous, though. He took a deep breath instead of behaving like a teenager and sat back, forcing back his feelings and disengaging from Sherlock’s embrace. The separation physically hurt but he forced his face to be impassive and accept the inevitable. He was a soldier. This was not the worst thing that had ever happened to him though it felt like it at the moment.
”I’m sorry, John. All I want to do is to take you upstairs and not come out of that bedroom for a week. But Mycroft is on his way to hospital and he needs me right now. Grand-maman is too frail so I am the only family that can go. Anthea has been notified but it will take some time for her to arrive. It will only be for a few more hours and then we can be together. Do you understand?”
“I do, Sherlock. My brain may be barely functioning right now, but I do understand. You need to be there for Mycroft. He saved my life and I hope he’ll be all right.”
Sherlock looked grim. “He’s lost a lot of blood, but we got there in time. He should be in hospital by now and the police are waiting to take me there.”
David cleared his throat and Sherlock glanced sharply at him as if just noticing him for the first time. John watched as the alpha scanned the paramedic for possible threats and saw his expression soften as he realised David was another omega.
The paramedic directed his words to Sherlock, speaking respectfully. “If I may, alpha, I have some pills that will help your omega. They’re herbal extracts that suppress the heat symptoms for a short time and allow him to rest.”
Sherlock took the pills and smelled them, then handed them back. “John, what do you think?” The paramedic looked rather surprised at Sherlock deferring to John.
John cocked an eyebrow at David questioningly. “They’re perfectly safe. I’ve used them many times when my alpha cannot be home when I need him. They work well with no side effects. You’ll be able to sleep and be rested for when your bel homme comes home.”
John agreed and took the tablets dry. Sherlock made a face but didn’t protest.
David again addressed Sherlock. “You should also give him your jacket. Your scent will soothe him until you return.” Sherlock quickly stripped out of it and handed it to John, who eagerly pulled it around himself. It smelled wonderfully of Sherlock.
“Now you need to get to bed and I’ll be off to hospital. The sooner I’m gone the sooner I can return to you.” When John tried to stand, Sherlock stopped him and bent to pick him up.
”Oh, no. You’re not lugging me up all those stairs! You’ll get a hernia and then where will we be? You can help me up the stairs but no heavy lifting.”
Sherlock chuckled and helped John up and together, arm in arm, they moved to the hall. “You underestimate me, Doctor. I’m much stronger than I look.” John only huffed and shuffled toward the stairs.
As they made it to the foot of the stairs, he remembered David. The paramedic had followed them the foyer.
”Thank you for your help, David. And good luck with your medical training. We need more doctors that are omegas, I think.”
“You’re welcome, my friend. And stay off those feet! Meilleurs voeux and many children to you and your alpha.” With a saucy wink, he left the house while Sherlock took John upstairs.
Leaning heavily on Sherlock, John managed the stairs and took the opportunity to soak up his alpha’s scent and touch for a few moments longer.
Helping John into the bed, Sherlock covered him warmly. Sherlock embraced John and held him close for a few moments. The doctor could tell that Sherlock was every bit as agitated as he but wasn’t showing it. It was then that John’s empathy finally decided to work and enfolded them with its unique comfort, soothing and calming them both.
Cupping the doctor’s face in his large hands Sherlock stared into John’s anxious eyes. ”Try to sleep and I will be home soon. If I had a choice in this, I’d be here with you.”
“I understand, Sherlock. I really do. I don’t have to like it, though, do I? Please give Mycroft my best wishes and I hope he’ll be all right. Just come home to me soon.” John tried to smile for him and mostly managed to succeed.
Sherlock returned the smile and kissed John’s forehead. In his deep baritone, he whispered, "N'importe où que tu te trouveras, là, je sera chez moi.”
John was charmed but confused. Sherlock explained. “It means, ‘Wherever you are will always be home to me.’” With one more kiss, Sherlock was up and out of the room, leaving John gasping in surprise at the incredibly romantic thing he’d just said. The door downstairs closed with a bang and Sherlock was gone.
With nothing else to do, John settled down to try to rest and remind himself that Sherlock would be back soon. He pulled off the jacket and cuddled it in his arms. The doctor felt encompassed by Sherlock’s scent and began to relax. Hopefully the pills would work soon.
The pills worked very well. The fire in his abdomen and the itch in his skin calmed and he was finally able to relax some. Slowly he fell into a light sleep, though his dreams were fitful and anxious.
Waking suddenly, he thought he’d heard a loud noise. Maybe the door downstairs had slammed shut. Was Sherlock home? The lights were still on in the room and he sat up, rubbing his eyes. He felt a bit ill, like he always did when he’d taken a short nap and had to wake suddenly. The lubrication had soaked his pants and trousers, so he decided to get rid of them.
Could that have been Sherlock? He listened hard but couldn’t hear anything. His empathy was next to useless at the moment so there was no point in trying that. Maybe he should get up and check the door. It had been damaged after all and wasn’t able to shut properly.
His feet still hurt, though and he didn’t feel like getting up. He snuggled back down in the bed and pulled the jacket up to his face. The linen felt smooth and cool on his skin. Thank goodness he’d put towels down on the bed, otherwise the sheets would have been soaked before Sherlock returned.
Sighing with impatience, he had to keep his hands clenched tight around the jacket or he’d start to stroke and finger himself. The pills must be wearing off because the heat was coming on again. The need was almost intolerable and he moaned and twitched. He rolled to his other side, trying to get more comfortable but there was little comfort to be had aside from the jacket. Inhaling deeply helped and he kept his face pressed tight into the nape of the jacket, where the scent seemed to be the strongest. Slowly, he started to drift off to sleep.
Startled awake, he once again thought he heard a noise. Yes, he heard feet on the stairs! Sherlock was back, finally. Thank god. He sat up in bed and waited. But Sherlock didn’t appear. Curious and not a bit concerned, he got out of bed and hobbled to the door. Strangely, his feet didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as they should have done but it barely registered.
He reached for the doorknob and turned, pulling the door open. On the landing outside the bedroom was Fitzhugh. His hands were bloody and he was grinning triumphantly.
”Did you miss me, John? Oh, I missed you. Sherlock can’t join us so I thought I’d take his place. You don’t mind, do you?”
It wasn’t possible. How did Fitzhugh get away? Was Sherlock dead or injured? Unable to stop himself, John shouted in horror and anger.
It was his own cry that woke him up and he practically threw himself out of the bed, yelling out his terror. Thankfully, Sherlock was there to catch him before he crashed to the ground.
“John! Wake up! You’re having a nightmare!”
John was incredibly disoriented and couldn’t believe his eyes. ”Fuck! Jesus Bleeding Christ!” The doctor threw himself into his alpha’s arms, trembling with reaction. “Sherlock! Is this real? Please tell me you’re all right!”
Sherlock held him close. “That must have been one hell of a nightmare, John. Was it about the war?”
“No. God, no. It was a million times worse. Fitzhugh had killed you and was in the bedroom with me.” Sherlock pulled John impossibly closer and kissed his temple.
“It’s all right. I’m home now. Last I saw Fitzhugh, he was going into exploratory surgery for possible internal bleeding. It’s not possible that he could come here now.”
John gasped out a huge sigh and practically melted into Sherlock’s possessive embrace. ”Thank Christ.” He finally sat back, breathed in deeply and ran a hand over his face.
Catching his breath, he asked, “How is Mycroft? Is he going to be all right?”
Sherlock nodded. He looked very tired. “He’s going to be fine. There was a lot of blood loss but he’s had intravenous fluids and will be in hospital for a few days. Anthea arrived sooner than expected, which is why I could come back here earlier than I’d thought possible. Let me get cleaned up and I’ll join you.”
John lay back on the bed and tried to calm his racing heart while Sherlock showered. Sometimes he fucking hated his subconscious mind and the nightmares it insisted on giving him. That one had touched on all his fears at once and he was still shaking in horror. Closing his eyes, he listened to the sound of the shower as it cut off and Sherlock moving around the bathroom.
Again without conscious direction from him, his now working empathy reached out for Sherlock. The alpha was vibrating with anticipation, which seemed, in turn, to cause John’s pheromone production to ramp up. Every part of him was now fixated on the man in the other room. Throwing off the sheets and blankets, he reached down between his legs and rubbed his entrance, eliciting a very strong reaction and a feeling of incredible pleasure. Moaning, he inserted two fingers into his opening, stroked his penis and arched his back in an attempt to penetrate deeper
Suddenly, his alpha was in the bed and John was engulfed in a tight embrace. A wave of sheer lust overwhelmed him as he breathed in his alpha’s scent and he fully understood what going into heat meant. Writhing and clutching at his alpha, finally! was the only coherent thought his hormone and pheromone fogged mind could produce.
Sherlock sucked John’s fingers clean of the lubrication that covered them. Then the alpha began to kiss him and position his limbs at the same time. Thinking or speaking was nearly impossible for both of them then and urgency to knot was paramount. John could only moan and pant as he was arranged on the bed to Sherlock’s satisfaction.
John returned Sherlock’s embraces enthusiastically as they kissed and he wrapped his legs around his alpha’s waist. Sherlock moved John’s legs and placed them over his shoulders, bent to kiss him deeply again and entered his omega with one savage thrust. John arched his neck and spine, pushing back with all his strength.
“You’re mine! No one has ever had you like this and no one else ever will,” Sherlock grunted as he continued to push deeper and deeper inside John.
” Oh, god yes! Only yours,” John gasped passionately, writhing with unimaginable pleasure.
”I’m going to fuck you so deep you’ll feel me come in your mouth. I’m going to fill you full with spunk and you’ll only have my babies.”
”Yes! Your babies, as many as you want!” John had no problem with that, as long as Sherlock kept fucking him. He could feel Sherlock’s arousal and his own build and it was exquisite.
Sherlock drove in hard and John groaned in rapture and raised his hips to try to get more penetration. Deeper was fantastic. He’d never felt anything like this and he revelled in the wantonness of it.
Sherlock thrust in and out of John like a piston, the strength of his rhythm pushing them both across the towel covered sheets, toward the head of the bed. John put his right arm up to brace against headboard and used his left to stroke himself. He was going to come long before Sherlock from the amazing triple stimulation of his prostate, vagina and penis, but didn’t care. Everything was operating solely on instinct at this point and he was just going with the flow.
Gasping out Sherlock’s name, he came copiously across his belly and chest. He vaginal muscles fluttered and tightened rhythmically around his alpha’s penis as if trying to milk his seed out of him. Sherlock groaned deeply, stopped thrusting and ground his penis into John in a circular motion, causing the doctor’s muscles to clutch even tighter around the alpha.
“Christ, you’re so tight, John,” the alpha growled and bent to lick ejaculate off John’s chest and then sucked hard at John’s sensitive nipples, flicking them with his tongue. This caused John’s womb to literally throb with arousal and his back arched as he orgasmed again, this time vaginally. Sherlock moaned as John’s muscles massaged him hard and he pushed in as deep as he could and circled his hips again.
John could feel the lubrication oozing out of him with Sherlock’s pushes inward. He shoved back and deliberately tightened his muscles again, urging Sherlock to resume his thrusting. Reaching down to touch where they were joined so tightly, he could feel the knot beginning to form, but the position they were in would not allow deep enough penetration to knot together.
Breathless and barely able to speak, he pushed against Sherlock’s shoulder. “We need to switch positions, luv. You need to knot in me and we can’t do it like this. Let me turn around.”
It seemed to take a moment for Sherlock to understand but he nodded and pulled out with an obscenely wet squelch. John stared at the huge member that had just been so deep inside him, mouth practically watering at the sight. Glistening with lubrication and purple with arousal, John could see where the knot was beginning to form and it was gorgeous. It was also going to be enormous.
Quickly, he turned over and raised his hips high and spread his legs wide, keeping his shoulders low. Grabbing a pillow, he was able to wrap his arms around it and rest his chin comfortably and then urged Sherlock to continue.
Sherlock pulled his buttocks apart and plunged in with little warning, but John was ready. The new angle allowed deeper penetration and the head of Sherlock’s penis was hitting the back wall of his vagina with every thrust. Excitement began to build again and with each smooth glide back and forth, the glans continuously hit something inside that felt amazing. It was different from the prostate and he suspected it was a g-spot, but having no actual experience he didn’t know for sure. He just wanted it to never end.
Sherlock continued to thrust but it was becoming clear that he still wasn’t going to be able to get the penetration he needed to knot. John keened in frustration. He had read that first times didn’t always result in knotting because of the inexperience of the omega or the excessive size of the alpha. Both possibilities seemed to apply to them. If Sherlock couldn’t knot, he could still climax but it wouldn’t be as satisfying an experience.
Clearly, Sherlock was also frustrated. He was panting with effort and moaning continuously. John trusted him to do what was necessary to make this work and sent back his love and faith in Sherlock with his empathy. It seemed to be reliable now and the alpha responded.
Using an incredible amount of strength, Sherlock wrapped one arm around John’s chest and another around his abdomen. Penis still deep inside his omega, Sherlock lifted John up and onto his lap. John’s legs straddled his alpha’s lap and his head fell back against Sherlock’s shoulder and neck. The position allowed gravity to help with the penetration. The pressure of the enormous member inside his vagina was becoming painful. Sherlock sensed this and began to pinch his nipples and stroke his penis so his arousal made him forget the pain.
The nape of John’s neck was even with Sherlock’s mouth. The alpha began to rub his lips against and then lick at the base of John’s neck while pushing in and out of John in a steady rhythm. The knot was closer to the entrance and John could feel the burn and stretch of his hole as it passed in and out with each thrust. They were getting closer to full penetration but were still not there yet.
Suddenly, Sherlock bit the back of John’s neck hard enough to draw blood and gripped tightly with his teeth, growling. A very primitive section in John’s omega brain responded and he went completely limp and trusting in Sherlock’s hold. This was the alpha claiming his omega and it was what was needed.
Sherlock let go of his neck, grabbed John by the hips and thrust upward hard. There was a shift or expansion inside John’s vagina and Sherlock’s knot plunged in deep. Released from his immobility, John shouted, arched back and pushed down hard on Sherlock’s penis. As John’s body clamped down to trap the knot in place, Sherlock climaxed and moaned John’s name.
John could feel Sherlock’s engorged penis throb and the knot pulsate as it poured seed into his womb and then he was coming again, also. Sherlock continued to climax for at least a minute, filling John to capacity and more. The knot rubbed at John’s prostate and g-spot as well, and he writhed and tried to milk Sherlock for more.
Finally it was over and Sherlock controlled their collapse on the bed. They were lying on their sides, tightly knotted together, panting and twitching with the electric aftershocks of one of the most incredible sexual experiences they’d ever had.
“Do you think it’ll be like this all the time? I don’t know if I can survive it.” John was breathless.
Sherlock was also breathing hard but kissed his ear and buried his face in John’s hair. “What a way to go,” he muttered and was asleep.
John chuckled at the joke and then settled down to rest while his alpha slept. John wasn’t surprised that Sherlock had dropped off so quickly. He’d been in two strenuous fights over his omega, had to fight the residues of a tranquilliser and then had spent most of the night in hospital with Mycroft while John had been sleeping. He deserved a rest.
Sherlock woke from his doze when he began to orgasm inside John again and it triggered one in John as well. It was the strangest sensation and new to John to orgasm without anyone having to touch his penis. It was quite wonderful and he immersed himself in the novelty of it.
He had began to imagine various erotic scenarios starring himself and Sherlock when his Sherlock started to lick at the wound he’d made at the nape of John’s neck. Apparently, part of the bonding ritual involved mixing body fluids such as saliva, blood and semen. Eventually their bodies would synchronize with each other and begin to emit the same scent. That would make it very clear to everyone with a nose that they belonged to each other, body and mind.
The licking tickled a bit but also soothed. The bite would likely scar but it would be something he would be proud of. He was claimed now in every way possible and everyone would know he belonged to Sherlock and Sherlock to him.
John hadn’t really known what to expect from this bonding. Forrester had told him much of what he needed to know about sentinel/guide bonding but this was different. Instead of a bonding of the spirit and mind, it seemed to be a bonding of the body. It made him more aware of not only his body but of Sherlock’s and where they were in relation to each other. It could be very useful in their work or it could be very annoying.
“I suspect that we’ll get used to it rather shortly. I do like the idea of always knowing where you are, however.” Sherlock nuzzled John’s hair and kissed his temple.
“Be very useful when I get kidnapped, that.” John leaned back into Sherlock as the detective’s arms slipped around him tightly. The rested until the next wave of orgasm overcame them.
It had been almost an hour and Sherlock’s knot had deflated enough to withdraw from John. The doctor was very grateful for the towels because copious amounts of semen began to flow out of him. It seemed like at least a gallon but he knew it had to be much less. He liked the idea that there would be more and was looking forward to it. However, the expelled ejaculate was messy and starting to cool.
“Christ, I need a shower. Look at this mess.”
Before he could get up, Sherlock pulled him back flat on the bed. Reaching between his legs, put his fingers to John’s entrance, inserting them and collecting a handful of his own semen combined with John’s lubrication. John gasped as Sherlock then massaged it onto the doctor’s belly and chest, making sure to rub his nipples erect with the slippery fluids. If he’d not been so exhausted, John would have probably come just from the eroticism of it all.
Sherlock growled in his ear, “I don’t want you to shower. Leave this on.”
Looking down at his torso and then up at his alpha, who was hovering over him, John said, “Sherlock, seriously. This is going to get flaky and smell nasty.”
“That’s the point. I want you to smell like me so everyone knows you’re mine.”
John sighed. “No one else is here. No one can take me from you. I’m yours and only yours.”
John oofed softly as Sherlock lay down on top of him, effectively smearing them both with sticky, cooling secretions. “That’s right.” He started whispering. “The only one who has you is me. I’ll be the only one who comes inside you. The only children you’ll have will be mine.”
“There’s no question about that, Sherlock. I never want to be with anyone but you. I will only have your babies.” The pheromones were starting to get thick again and John could feel his IQ dropping.
Sherlock’s body rubbing all over him had got him interested and he was getting wet again. Arousal grew at what seemed a logarithmic rate as his intellect diminished. John eagerly parted his legs and arched his hips, grinding against Sherlock. “So you need to fuck me now.”
Sherlock’s pupils were blown wide and he bent to kiss John deeply and entered him again. John could feel the semen oozing out of him as Sherlock began to thrust in earnest and he revelled in the wickedness of it all. His alpha’s voice was deep and dark as black velvet, making John shiver with want as he was thoroughly fucked. “Mine.”
“Yours,” was all he could manage and he was writhing and thrusting back with each push of Sherlock’s penis inside of him.
The extreme urgency wasn’t completely gone but they went more slowly this time. The steady, smooth glide of Sherlock’s penis inside of him felt so incredible. He still wanted deeper penetration, so they changed position again and Sherlock entered him from behind once more. The alpha covered John and bent to lick and suck at the nape of John’s neck. Instead of immobilising him, it sent electrical sparks up and down his spine, causing him to push up and quiver around the penis pushing deeper and deeper inside. He could feel the knot beginning to form and it seemed to stretch him even further than before.
The doctor was greatly enjoying the feeling when Sherlock shifted and took one of John’s hands, placing it on his own lower abdomen. Sherlock then placed his own over John’s hand and then pulled John’s body upward, putting pressure on John’s lower abdomen, vagina and womb as he continued to thrust rapidly.
John’s breath whooshed out of him at the sensation of being able to feel Sherlock’s penis simultaneously pushing into him from the inside and from the outside with his hand. His arousal ratcheted up past what he’d ever experienced and he started to climax as Sherlock shoved his knot in as far as he could. John clamped down hard and they both came together, shaking and trembling, slowly collapsing onto the bed, knotted tightly together. John was absolutely shattered but he couldn’t wait to do it again.
They spent days knotting and making love, over and over again. Sherlock was a surprisingly innovative and tender lover, even through the fog of heat, pheromones and hormones. John had not expected that, though perhaps he should have done. Sherlock was a genius after all.
John’s heat lasted three glorious days and he couldn’t ever remember being more fatigued. Not in med school or his residency. Not even in the worst parts of his many tours of Afghanistan. But he couldn’t remember ever being happier in his entire life.
It took an additional two days of rest before they were able to venture out and give their statements to the police. John had spent the previous day resting while Sherlock talked incessantly on the phone to Lestrade. Molly had completed the examination of the feet and even though the toxicology wasn’t in yet, it was clear Sherlock was straining at the bit to get home. But he was very patient and loving with John and didn’t insist that they leave before John was ready, which was quite unexpected.
Mrs Holmes had been true to her word and had sent delicious, easy to eat food for them both. She had even checked in with them after the fourth day and invited them to dinner. They’d accepted, though John had felt like a zombie the whole day.
Mrs Holmes had embraced him fondly and laughed at his bedraggled appearance. “You’ll get used to it, love. It’s the cost of having a younger bond mate, I think.”
John couldn’t help but agree. To say that Sherlock had been extremely enthusiastic was an understatement and he’d had trouble keeping up toward the end. He just hoped he had the chance to experience it often and build up his stamina.
Lost in reminiscence, his dreamy expression made Mrs Holmes laugh again. She whispered in his ear, “Don’t be embarrassed, John, but I’m not so old that I don’t remember what it was like to be with my bond mate. And I have seen that particular expression you’re now wearing in the mirror many, many times.” John blushed anyway as they went into dinner.
After their meal, Mrs Holmes left them in the parlour with coffee while she took care of some correspondence, saying she’d rejoin them shortly.
John sighed and looked at Sherlock. He knew that their idyllic time at the cottage was soon to come to an end. They both had things to sort out back in London. Sherlock had his mystery to solve and John had been wondering what the Tower might charge him with when he returned. The last thing he expected was Sherlock nervously handing him a small box.
“What’s this?” John stared at the box in confusion and then with narrowed eyes at Sherlock. Clearing his throat, Sherlock urged him to open it.
Inside were two rings. They were of an antique design and quite beautiful. Raising his head to gawk at Sherlock, it took a moment for the doctor to realise what Sherlock was proposing.
”Bonding rings? You want us to have a bonding ceremony?” John felt numb. This was something he’d never expected.
Sherlock nodded, looking rather uncertain at John’s reaction. ”Yes. I’d very much like to have a bonding ceremony.”
John was touched but perplexed. “But that’s such a traditional thing to do. I never thought you’d want something like that. We’re as bonded as it’s possible to be. We really don’t need a ceremony to make it permanent.”
“I know, but Grand-maman wants to be there. These were her grandparent’s rings. They were an omega guide/alpha sentinel pair and she wants us to have this. Will you agree?”
John took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Of course, I’ll agree. It’s just such a surprise.” He was astonished and overwhelmed. His mother and Harry would be ecstatic, though. If he left it up to them, it might actually end up being fun.
Sherlock smiled and looked satisfied. ”Good. We can discuss dates once we get home. Grand-maman will be thrilled.”
The next day they were driven by Mrs Holmes’ chauffer to give their statements about Fitzhugh to the police. The former alpha prime was in critical care at a local sentinel hospital and would be there for a few weeks. Sherlock had injured him seriously and John couldn’t help but feel a unexpected thrill of pride to have been won by such a powerful alpha.
It was an odd experience to be in a French police station. The officers treated John with kid gloves and were incredibly courteous and helpful. Used to much less polite treatment by the members of the Met, John was quite charmed by how careful they were with him. Of course, their friends and acquaintances at the Metropolitan police didn’t know John was an omega. He wondered if they’d treat him differently once they knew.
The French police were probably treating him so carefully because Sherlock glowered and acted as if he’d take off the head of anyone who looked too closely at John. However, it seemed that being an omega definitely had some advantages. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be treated like this all the time, though.
Sherlock had insisted that he wear a collarless shirt under his coat and kept an arm around him the entire time at the station. Belatedly John realised the shirt was to allow the alpha bite mark on the nape of his neck to be very visible when his coat was off. That, combined with Sherlock’s possessive alpha behaviour, made it clear to everyone that they were a newly bonded pair. John wasn’t sure if he should be embarrassed or proud.
Fitzhugh had been charged with a long list of crimes. The most serious were attempted murder, attempted kidnapping and interfering with an alpha/omega bond. For some odd reason, that last one was the most serious and, if convicted, the sentinel could possibly serve up to ten years in prison.
He was not charged with interfering with a sentinel/guide bond because that was something that only a Tower could prosecute. There was some talk of extradition to LondonSentinelTower, but John had no strong feelings about it either way.
The seriousness of the crimes the alpha sentinel was charged with were enough for John. He was realistic in that he knew Fitzhugh had many friends in high places in the British government. So it was likely the charges would be bargained down. But the most important thing was that Fitzhugh would no longer be someone they had to worry about for a long time.
After all, there were plenty of other things to be worried about that were much more important and immediate. It would be about four to six weeks before he would know for sure, but somehow, he was fairly confident that they’d managed to conceive during his heat. It wasn’t unheard of that a first mating was infertile and that it might take a number of heats to conceive. He actually wouldn’t mind that, thinking very fondly of Sherlock’s knot and how amazing it had felt inside him.
Also, he was much older than a typical first time pregnant omega and his age might make it more difficult for him to conceive. And if he were actually pregnant, his age likely put him into some type of high risk category. So the odds were against him conceiving so quickly. However, something told him they’d succeeded and he trusted his instincts.
So there were many things to think about and to plan for the future. How Sherlock’s family would take the news of their bonding was another question. John was certain Anthea and Mycroft had already told them about everything.
John owed Mycroft his life and had hoped to thank him before he left the country. However, Mycroft had been able to leave hospital and go home so he’d had had plenty of time to spread the gossip to the family. John was sure he’d see him again soon, but wasn’t exactly looking forward to hearing about their reaction.
There was also the media backlash and the public’s outrage at John’s treatment by LondonSentinelTower. Should he come forward and give his side of the story? His life would be a living hell for a while, but with the public’s short attention span, they’d likely soon forget about him.
On the other hand, it was entirely likely that their friends, especially Lestrade, would figure out it was John who was the focus of the Hunt when they came back bonded as both sentinel and guide, alpha and omega. It would be a shock at first, without a doubt. Maybe they could keep the sentinel/guide connection aspect of their bond quiet and allow their friends to focus on the alpha/omega bond instead. Planning a bonding ceremony would certainly be a major diversion for Harry and his Mum.
And would the Tower forgive his transgressions or would they want to prosecute him? As a guide, he was undoubtedly under their jurisdiction whether he was officially associated with them or not. John honestly had no idea how the Tower legal system worked. Could they prosecute him in the same way as criminal or civil law?
He had disobeyed a summons and assaulted Protectors, though only one had been seriously injured that he knew about. The unbonded had been feral and had tried to force a bonding. When John had resisted, the unbonded tried to kill him, so he could likely consider that self-defence.
Would Sherlock’s mother insist on interfering or including herself in the bonding ceremony? Did he still have a job? John’s head ached at all the disconnected thoughts swirling around. He now felt like he was in the middle of a badly written episode of Coronation Street and honestly didn’t want to think that far ahead.
With Sherlock so eager to get home, they packed up the following day after the visit to the police. They’d been told that they would be contacted when they were needed and so were free to go.
John was sad to leave Mrs Holmes. He’d grown to love her and the cottage, which would always be a special place for him and Sherlock. Mrs Holmes hugged them both tightly as they stood outside the cottage, packed and ready to leave.
“It was so wonderful to have you here and I will miss you both so much.” She winked at John. “Just be sure you invite me to your bonding ceremony, John.”
”I wouldn’t think of excluding you. And you’re always welcome in our home, Mrs Holmes. I hope you will come visit us.”
”Yes, Grand-maman. Don’t you still have a townhouse in London? If not, you’re always welcome to stay with us.”
”I do still have the townhouse but I’ve not been there for years. We’ll see, loves. I don’t travel as well as I used to do, but when you start giving me great grandchildren, I’ll make the effort. Monique will want to come, too. I hope you’ll be able to manage both of us!”
John laughed, embraced her again gently and whispered, “If we have a girl, we’d like to name her Fabienne. Or Fabien if it’s a boy.”
Mrs Holmes gasped as John released her and she wiped her eyes. Sherlock hugged her next. “It’s a beautiful name and I hope you don’t mind if we do use it.” Sherlock put his arm around John and pulled him close. “We talked about it last night and agreed that we’d like that very much. You were the first to give us your blessing and a safe place when we were on the run. We can never thank you enough, Grand-maman.”
She smiled through her tears. “You may use my name for your child only if John agrees to call me Grandmother, too. Or Grand-maman is fine, whichever you’re most comfortable.”
John couldn’t help but hug her again. “Grandmother works for me. Thank you. I hope we’ll see you again soon.”
Finally, farewells complete, they got on the road. John took a deep breath and let it go with a sense of great relief. Fitzhugh would no longer be a problem in their lives. There were going to be some major obstacles that needed to be sorted out when they got home. Once he’d taken care of things with the Tower, he’d consider going public to campaign against the anti-guide/omega legislation. It would likely still fail without his input, but he wanted to make sure of it. Going public was a huge thing and it was something he had to think hard about, because it would impact Sherlock, as well. If he decided to go ahead, he would have to hope it would just be a nine day wonder and then things would settle down again.
Above all, John wanted to make a new start. No more secrets from now on. He was going home and he was finally going to live his life as it was meant to be. He was a guide and an omega. Some of their friends and acquaintances were going to be shocked by the revelation and might be angry but those who were most important to them would celebrate it.
There was much to look forward to with his new bond mate. There would be mysteries to solve, criminals to catch and hopefully, if the spirit animals were correct, many children to raise. Putting his left hand on his stomach, he imagined the cells dividing, getting ready to begin a new life. Smiling, he reached out his right hand only to be met halfway by Sherlock’s. The sentinel sent a fond look his way and then turned his eyes back to the road. However, he kept a tight grip on John’s hand until they reached Calais.
John had quite a few things to take care of before he could settle down into comfortable domesticity but he had the help and support of the love of his life and his family. That would be more than enough. Together, he and Sherlock were unstoppable and he looked forward to what the future would bring.
The end