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The Omega	By : themuller Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3785 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-The Omega
- 2-Breathe
- 3-Plans gone wrong
- 4-At your service
- 5-Shower
- 6-Hooked
- 7-Baby
- 8-Examination
- 9-O+
- 10-The scheme
- 11-Birth
- 12-Heat
- 13-Epilogue
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- 13
Mycroft was the last to arrive at Sherlock’s flat. He was expecting the worst, since Lestrade hadn’t been able to give him any information other than Moriarty had been in the flat and Sherlock had passed out while on the phone. The ambulance outside didn’t help much to calm his nerves, and the place was crawling with police officers who looked nervous.

When he arrived inside the living room, the sense of déjà vu was overwhelming. A small, very angry man stood at the door leading to the kitchen and bedroom, holding one of the kitchen table chairs in front of him like a shield. Lestrade and two other police officers were standing out of reach, trying to calm the man down.

One deep breath later, Mycroft knew that Sherlock’s aggressive little Omega had given birth, which made the whole incident even the more ridiculous. Still standing in the doorway, Mycroft hid his face in his hand and groaned silently. What was wrong with this Omega? Couldn’t he just for once behave like he was supposed to? Hadn’t he a baby to take care of right now instead of threatening police officers?

Lestrade stood closest to the Omega, raising his hands.

“John, please, I just want to make sure everything is alright with Sherlock and your baby,” Lestrade said calmly, surprised at the wince John gave when he mentioned the baby.

“Sherlock is fine, our child is fine,” John’s voice was low, “you’re not going anywhere near them.”

There was no doubt that he was serious. Mycroft felt a headache building behind his eyes, and cleared his throat to get the attention of everyone in the room, which at the time being included the three police men, two paramedics, someone from forensics, and a half conscious woman, whom Mycroft identified as Molly Hooper, a fellow student from Sherlock’s university days. Far too many people, no doubt about that. Still, everyone had a task to attend to, if this Omega would let them get on with it.

“Mr Holmes,” with a mocking politeness John had turned his attention toward Mycroft. “Welcome to the party. Would you please see to it, that these people are leaving right now, including Molly and the medics? Lestrade, you could prove more useful chasing down James and Sebastian. I have no idea, why they wanted a blood sample from our girl and me, but-”

Mycroft cut him off.

“A blood sample?”

Mycroft felt like he had been hit in the stomach. Moriarty knew, he realised, feeling his blood drain from his face. The Omega had known all along, and the Professor must have had negotiations with other parties as well. The DNA, Mycroft cursed himself for having been so slow. The other party didn’t know what Sherlock had revealed about the Professor’s research. The Moriarty Omega didn’t know about that either. He should have known this, should have anticipated this move. They had all been focussed on the information stored on the computer, instead of looking at the original research. It was all he could do not to slap himself.

John looked at him, without losing his vigilance to the police officers. His eyes narrowed.

“What’s this all about, then?” He demanded.

Mycroft regained some of his arrogant attitude, cleared his throat one more time before he answered.

“I’ll come back to that at a later time, John,” Mycroft said with only a slight wrinkle of his nose.

He had to gain this Omega’s trust somehow, not only because of his own blatant mistakes in this case, but he had to admit that John had been good for Sherlock. And Sherlock was obviously going to be bonded with this man, hopefully sooner than later. Of course, once John trusted him, maybe Mycroft would be able to continue some of the research... better wait with that part for now, he thought, pulling himself back to the current situation.

“I get it that all of you had been drugged, then?” he looked questioningly at John, who still didn’t lower the chair.

“Yes,” John answered, warily.

“But no harm has been done, other than the taking of blood?”

Lestrade had backed away, motioning his officers to follow, letting Mycroft conduct the interview. John just nodded, looking at Lestrade as if he was expecting a surprise attack.

“I put it, that you rather would like to spent the next few days alone with Sherlock and your new-born child,” Mycroft didn’t wait for an acknowledgement before he continued, “so I would suggest that Lestrade will be put in charge of hunting down Moriarty, while I’ll take care of your immediate security,” raising a hand to silence John, Mycroft continued over his protests. “I’ll make sure nobody gets into the flat. Including the security detail. I’ll see to it that food and other necessities are delivered in the next hours, so you won’t be disturbed later. Would that be amenable?”

John’s shoulders relaxed slightly. He was not entirely convinced of Mycroft’s sincerity, but neither of the men in the room made a move at him when he lowered the chair to the ground.

“I want Mike and Molly back here in a week. Mike will have to draw up some papers concerning the parental custody if something should happen to me or to both Sherlock and me,” John explained his request. “Make sure Molly is taken care of. It’s not her fault what happened today. And I don’t want anybody else as my doctor.”

Mycroft suppressed an indignant huff. John trusted this young Beta woman more than he trusted his soon to be bondmate’s brother. Whatever, Mycroft gave a strained nod to indicate his compliance to John, then signalled the other people in the room to leave. The paramedics helped the Beta female to her feet and guided her down the stairs; she was still wobbly on her legs.

With a final nod, Mycroft turned around and left the flat, closing the door behind him. Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself for the tasks at hand, already organising, and planning out the next steps to be taken.

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John trembled all over, once Mycroft had left the room with his entourage. He pulled himself up and stumbled back into the bedroom, where Sherlock was lying on the bed, their little girl on his bare chest, caressing her gently. He didn’t look up when John entered the room, closing the door silently behind him.

John could feel Sherlock’s distress through their bond. Sherlock was the Alpha, he should have been able to prevent this. John shook his head and rubbed his face in his hand. What a mess, he thought. He didn’t need a guilt-ridden Alpha now; he needed the father for his child to be able to bond with her.

He took off his clothes, except for his pants, and climbed into bed feeling relieved to finally being alone and safe again.

“Mycroft will take care of security,” John whispered softly, placing a light kiss on Sherlock’s head.

Sherlock didn’t look at him, but continued to stroke the little girl.

“How is she?” John asked, trying to elicit some kind of response from Sherlock.

“Amelia,” Sherlock said in a toneless voice, bowing his head, and avoiding to look at John.

“Amelia?” John repeated hesitantly. “Why?”

“My mother’s name,” Sherlock explained.

“Your brother will be pissed off,” John said with a grin.

Sherlock huffed, but a small smile was finding its way onto his face.

“So, Amy it is, then,” John said fondly, pulling both Sherlock and their little girl closer. Sherlock kept his eyes averted, and John sighed. This wouldn’t do.

“Sherlock,” John had placed himself next to him, now cupping Sherlock’s face and turning it towards him. “It’s fine. We’re all fine.”

He forced Sherlock to look at him, and they both looked into each other’s eyes, Amy placed safely on Sherlock’s chest between them. John held Sherlock’s gaze, trying to convey his feelings without using words. Sherlock looked exposed and fragile, feeling that he had failed to keep his family safe. John was certain that Sherlock had taken a far stronger dose of the drug than him, simply because James wouldn’t want the blood to be tainted. And John would be weaker than the Alpha. Still, Sherlock had managed to react and even call Lestrade, which should have been impossible by all John knew.

When John had woken up again, he had found Sherlock beside the phone, which was dangling off the hook, beeping with the busy signal. He managed to half carry, half drag him back to the bedroom and onto the bed. Amelia had whimpered, and even in his drug-addled mind Sherlock had reached out and comforted her, leaving John to deal with the people, who were invading their home by then.

It really was all fine as far as John was concerned. And there were more important matters to attend to, like bonding with their new-born, food, drink, and sleep.

John had forced Sherlock to keep looking at him, not letting him turn his head away. Now he was leaning forward and closing the gap between them and kissed Sherlock once more. Amelia was making small noises, announcing it was time for her to be fed again. John put himself into a comfortable position, motioned to Sherlock to put Amelia into his arms, and then let the little one find her way to his nipple. A few moments later sucking noises filled the room.

Sherlock cuddled into John’s side, observing every little move of the small human being and just watching in awe. For the next week nothing else was important. John would see to it, that all three of them would get the nutrition they needed, and both Sherlock and John kept the bedroom meticulously clean, while Amelia wasn’t left alone and without some kind of skin on skin contact at any given time. Sherlock proved to be the most reluctant to leave the Amelia. The visits to the loo were kept at a minimum and drawn out until he had to go, always hastening to get back.

While Amelia was the centre of cuddling and safekeeping, John and Sherlock used the time to discuss how they wanted their future to be. Sherlock had to become a detective, John was in no doubt, and they had to find a bigger flat, since they both wanted more children. John had to touch on another, more precarious, subject as well. What if both of them died? After some discussions, they settled on wanting Mike and Penny as the ones, who should get custody over Amelia. John didn’t want Mycroft to have any kind of access to the child, and he hoped that Mike could come up with some kind of solution for that problem. He was certain, that Mike had some kind of power over Mycroft, some kind of secret. The two of them had met at university, even shared a room back then.

The week passed fast, and John hadn’t felt it was the right time to press another subject that was on his mind. It would have to wait, he decided, feeling the bond between the three of them deepen, which meant that Amelia was able to relax even if none of her parents were cuddling her. In the end, Sherlock had to learn to let go and leave Amelia all by herself for short periods of time, so she would be able to develop her part of the bond.

Seeing Sherlock in the role of the caretaker put a smile on John’s face more than once. He had always expected an Alpha to be quite indifferent to their children, as long as they were in a protected and safe environment. But Sherlock was not only protective, he was exceedingly caring, which sometimes left John in the role of the provider of food and more mundane tasks.

The reality of the outer world was thrown upon on them by the end of the week. A very remorseful Molly confirmed that both John and Amelia were doing great, John having healed well, while Amelia had gained quite some weight. Sherlock was under strict orders from John not to harass Molly. John had grown fond of her, especially her polite manners while examining him, making the whole ordeal less embarrassing and uncomfortable.

Mike showed up with a bunch of paperwork and was taken aback when presented with the wish to have Penny and him as the guardians for their child, should anything happen to both Sherlock and John. Mike didn’t need much persuasion, and Penny’s answer was just a ‘where do I sign’. Mycroft’s part, or better his not being a part of the arrangement, didn’t need to be elaborated upon, Mike knowing him too well.

All in all, the little family had to find their new routines and ways to interact with each other and the world around them. John for one had to get used to do the shopping, stepping outside the flat and exploring the streets, shops, and places close by. Sherlock accompanied him to start with, but soon grew bored of the tediousness of a shopping trip, staying at home instead. He observed Amelia’s newest progress in mimicking the expressions on his face, letting John in on how well she was doing when he came up the stairs, dragging the heavy shopping bags with him. John grumbled an answer, before entering the kitchen and emptying the bags.

Mycroft visited soon after Mike, but had nothing new on the Moriarty situation. It was clear that Moriarty had sold the blood to the highest bidder, together with some of the information, the Professor had stored on the computer and several discs, the latter had disappeared the night the Professor was killed. Without knowing anything about the previous research, a buyer would believe the Professor’s ideas on the Omega Plus to be valid. John had frowned at that, not wanting anyone to be subjected to the cruel tests the Professor had devised.

For once, Mycroft agreed, and had taken the first steps to ‘leak’ important research results to the countries that were the potential buyers, to ensure that the Professor’s work would be exposed as fraudulent. James and Sebastian on the other hand had managed to escape without a trace, giving Mycroft the perfect excuse to uphold the security and surveillance of Sherlock’s flat.

During his visit, Sherlock had carried Amelia on his arms, not letting her coming close to Mycroft, in fact not talking to his brother at all. In the end, John told Sherlock to let Mycroft take a look at his niece. Sherlock complied grudgingly, and both brothers stood as if they were guarding their territories. When John mentioned Amelia’s name, Mycroft looked quite displeased. Sherlock didn’t even try to hide his smirk, and John just let out a sigh, wondering what it would take to get the two brothers to bury the hatchet.

Finally, Lestrade arrived, and Sherlock was whisked away on a new case, though not before he had given strict orders on how John had to take care of Amelia and, on his return, had to give a full account about what she had been up to during the day. Which wasn’t much, being just about two months old by then. Sherlock stayed awake through the night, thinking about the case, and taking care of Amelia, and in the morning he called Lestrade, telling him whom to arrest.

In the following months things in fact turned into some kind of a routine, Sherlock helping Lestrade, and John staying at home, enjoying the stories Sherlock could tell, and having to report on Amelia’s development in great detail.

When Amelia turned six months old, John had been weaning her for the last weeks, and she had stayed over at Mike and Penny’s a few times, giving Sherlock and John a much needed break to re-establish the intimacy in their relationship.

One morning, John woke up irritated and coming down with a slight fever. No matter what Sherlock tried, John would snap at him. By midmorning, Sherlock had figured out what was going on, and had phoned Mike, hoping he could take Amelia for the next few days. Mike was delighted but had to reschedule a few meetings before he could fetch Amelia. By the time he arrived, Sherlock had to lock up John in the bedroom, before he could let Mike come into the flat. His Alpha instincts had kick in fully, and it was all he could do not to physically assault Mike, when he entered the living room, coming far too close to Sherlock’s Omega. Mike was grinning widely and lifting a happy gurgling Amelia up, took her bag, and left the flat as fast as he could. Sherlock closed and locked the door behind him, putting a chair under the door handle, before he went back to a furious John, who was banging against the bedroom door, totally clueless what all this was about.

“Why does Amelia have to stay at Mike’s? I’ve a fever, I know, but I’m sure it’s nothing severe, and Amel-” before he could babble on, Sherlock shut him up with a fierce kiss on his mouth, taking John by surprise. Sherlock didn’t release him, before he could feel John’s body relax into his arms.

Gasping for air, John looked bewildered at Sherlock.

“You’ve no idea, do you?” Sherlock asked him, not really believing that John didn’t know what was going on. John shook his head, staring at Sherlock with wide eyes, as if seeing him for the first time.

“Take off your clothes, John,” Sherlock said softly, guiding him back to their bed.

John was pliant, and began to undress. When he opened the fly of his trousers, his eyes narrowed, then he looked up at Sherlock again, understanding dawning.

“I, I’m in heat?” he asked confused.

“Yes,” Sherlock wondered, why John couldn’t feel what was happening to him. The whole flat was permeated by John’s scent, and Sherlock wondered how long it would take before his body and mind went into a full-blown Alpha rut.

“But,” John looked as if he couldn’t believe it. “It doesn’t hurt.”

Again those big eyes, as if he was looking at Sherlock for the very first time. Wonder, trust, and love, they said. And Sherlock felt it, through their bond, in himself, flowing both ways.

Sherlock helped John with his trousers and pants. John was beginning to lubricate, and Sherlock could feel his own body response, when his long fingers pried their way in between John’s cheeks, catching a small amount of the fluid dripping from John’s hole. John caught his breath when he watched Sherlock lick his long, slender fingers clean, one by one, finishing with closing his lush lips around it, and letting the finger slip slowly out of his mouth before repeating the movement with the next.

John’s eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, his cock hard and dripping. Sherlock stripped slowly out of his clothes, one button at a time, his shirt giving way to his bare shoulders, chest, and pink nipples. John’s breathing sped up, while he watched how Sherlock’s hands motioned downwards, opening his trousers, which showed Sherlock’s own arousal very clearly. Sherlock’s cock seemed to be fighting its way out of the offending fabric, standing erect once pants and trousers were out of its way. The tip was glinting with precome, but John’s eyes wandered down the shaft to its very base. In the nest of black, curly hair, John could see the knot. Still small, but beginning to take form. John was whimpering, unable to use words to express his desire. The powerful smell from the Alpha was enticing, and John could feel the changes taking place in his body. He was lubricating freely now, his hole softening, opening.

The pheromones in the room were engulfing them, overriding their civilised manners and inhibitions. Sherlock could feel how his mind was narrowing on the Omega in front of him. ‘Take! Mark! Mate! Breed!’ were imperatives and all he could focus on. Gone were his concerns whether John’s body would be able to cope with another pregnancy so soon, whether John wanted to be marked. The small Omega was his, and he would take him now, and mark him so the whole world would know that he belonged to Sherlock.

John’s mind was equally focussed. ‘Submit!’ and he on his knees, reaching for Sherlock’s cock, needed to feel it inside of him, to please him, to be pleased by it. Greedily, he started to suck, letting his tongue swirl around the glans, finding the small slit, hollowing his cheeks to get more friction. He could feel Sherlock, in his mouth, through his bond, his whole body felt like it was one with the Alpha looming over him, taking his mouth and thrusting into him, deep, strong, without mercy. And John took him, all the way, gagging slightly, forcing himself to relax into every push from Sherlock, breathing whenever he pulled halfway out, just to push in and down again.

It wasn’t enough. John needed Sherlock inside of him, needed to be filled by him, to be bred. One last deep push, holding it for a few seconds, making John choke, before pulling back out, and then Sherlock was manhandling John onto the bed, spreading his legs, lapping the copious amount of fluid from John’s thighs, circling closer and closer to his eager hole, which was twitching invitingly when Sherlock pushed inside. John was begging Sherlock to take him, to fill him up, barely able to form coherent sentences by now. The whimper had grown into a keening sound, which went straight down to Sherlock’s cock and had him pushing John’s legs apart, and forcefully thrust into John, balls deep, forcing John’s upper body down onto the bed, giving better access to his arse. Then the rutting started for good. Sherlock pounded into John, his cock harder than he ever thought possible, the knot inflating. Increasing the speed, not taking notice of John’s pleads to go faster and deeper. John had ejaculated several times already, when Sherlock’s knot forced its way into his abused hole and deeper into his welcoming body. All John could do was panting, repeating ‘yes, yes, yes’ and ‘please, please, please’, while Sherlock took him in every sense of the word. Sherlock could feel his balls draw up, his body tensing, then uncoiling when his first orgasm hit him, forcing John over the edge one more time, causing his body to tense its muscles around Sherlock’s knot, milking him with every spasm, and throwing both the Omega and the Alpha into a succession of orgasms, which left John limp and boneless, while the knot held Sherlock inside John’s body, deflating slowly.

Both of them had fallen onto the bed, unable to stay on their hands and knees. John could feel the seed filling him, again and again his body squeezed the knot, emptying it for every little drop of semen. Sherlock’s teeth were grazing John’s shoulder and neck, finding his mark, the hickey, skin unbroken but the mark itself tender and sensitive.

“Mine,” Sherlock growled, nipping at it with his teeth.

John was baring his throat and neck to him, Sherlock’s continued sucking of the mark was pure pleasure, and he let himself indulge in it, unable to reciprocate, wondering how Sherlock had the energy to continue his exploration of John’s body.

Finally, Sherlock knot had subsided, and with a satisfied sigh he slid out of John. The sheets of the bed were drenched in bodily fluids, but John couldn’t care less. If he could, he would have wrapped himself into one of the sheets and slept until the next wave hit him. As it was, he wasn’t able to move a finger, filled with Sherlock’s seed, and feeling a faint humming through the bond. A reminder of what was to come. With that thought, John closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Sherlock nuzzling his balls, taking in John’s scent, waked him. Turning his head to the side, once more baring his neck and throat to Sherlock invitingly, he let out a deep sigh when Sherlock took him into his mouth, causing John’s body to release a new wave of pheromones, readying Sherlock’s body for the upcoming bonding session. His balls were heavy, his cock leaking, and when he let go of John, he was hit by a new, different fragrance. Sweet and strong, telling him that John was ripe for breeding. A feral grin was on Sherlock’s face as he closed in on John’s neck, again attacking his mark, sucking hard, eliciting a whine from John, his body writhing underneath him. Their slick cock’s sliding against each other, trapped between their bodies. John was begging to be filled, to feel Sherlock inside of him.

“I’m going to make you mine, John, mark you, breed you,” Sherlock was whispering into John’s ear, biting into the earlobe.

“Yes, please, please, please,” John was sobbing, sexual need overriding everything else.

And Sherlock complied, sliding into John easily, groaning when he felt his knot growing, his balls even heavier, his body reacting with the mixed scent of breeding and bonding.

John was lying on his back underneath Sherlock, looking at his Alpha with half-lidded eyes, lips parted, his body thrashing, until Sherlock pinned him down with his hands, John’s legs over his shoulders, John was at his mercy, unable to move. He threw his head back, begging, moaning, while Sherlock was forcing his knot into John. John’s cock was throbbing, and when Sherlock began to move in earnest, John bucked up against Sherlock, wanting him to take the bite, to mark him for good. Sherlock could feel the building of his orgasm, and latching onto his mark on John’s neck, he sucked hard, pushing into John at the same time. John came with a cry, and Sherlock bid down hard, his knot expanding inside John, filling him. Sherlock was sucking blood from the bite mark, and John’s body was shuddering through an on-going orgasm, leaving him helplessly panting and sobbing, pleasure bordering on pain.

Sherlock licked off more of the blood, mixing his saliva with John’s blood, starting another chain reaction in both their bodies. They could feel the bond expanding, feeling what the other felt, becoming one entity, one body, one mind. John had never felt like this before, neither had Sherlock. Both looking at each other in wonder, and a deep understanding unfolding between them without any words.

They stayed in this cocoon of warmth and closeness, until John’s body released Sherlock. One deep breath told Sherlock that the breeding had been successful. John’s scent was changing, and changing fast, Sherlock realised, wondering if it indicated some kind of condition, he should worry about.

John wasn’t in any shape to react, when Sherlock changed the sheets and cleaned him up. John was fast asleep, his body relaxed. Sherlock caressed his Omega, making sure he was comfortable. The heat pheromones were fading fast now. Sherlock wasn’t surprised. John’s body had probably reacted to soon to the presence of his Alpha, in fact not being fully recovered from the pregnancy and birth. Sherlock didn’t know much about the normal reaction of an Omega during heat, but even when breeding and bonding, the heat would last longer than three days. They hadn’t even made it past the second day, and John’s heat was receding. Sherlock knew, he had to take care of his bondmate the next few days, making sure he got the rest he needed, was kept well fed and satisfied.

John would need every little bit of help he could get. Being pregnant again, and having Amelia to care about as well. Sherlock bend down and placed a light kiss on John’s forehead. He looked peaceful and boyish, face relaxed and a small smile playing around his mouth.

Sherlock was fully dressed and had prepared breakfast, when John woke up. Bleary eyed he looked surprised at Sherlock, then groaned trying to sit up. Every little muscle in his body ached, and he felt tired, so very tired. Sherlock sat down beside him, feeding him and helping him drink his tea and some juice.

John lay back, closing his eyes, deciding that now was as good as any time to ask Sherlock.

“I,” he started, swallowed, because his voice was thick, “I would like to go to the university. To study -”

“Ah,” Sherlock said dismissively, “university. University is boring.”

Sherlock didn’t realise slip, before John forced himself to sit up straight, wincing because of the pain shooting through his body.

“Yeah, for some of us that might be the case, while others,” John was angry and hurt, didn’t finish the sentence, just waved his hand about.

Sherlock looked at him in shock.

“John, I’m, I didn’t want to,” he tried to find the right words. “Yes, of course, of course you can go to the university. I didn’t mean to,” Sherlock took a deep breath, smelling John’s pregnancy, reminding him of the miracle happening right beside him, “I’m sorry, John.”

John’s face softened again, and he felt the warmth flooding through the bond, the sheer joy of being alive, of having bonded with the most remarkable man on Earth. John shook his head. Must be the pheromones, he thought with a small smile.

“It’s alright, Sherlock,” he said, tired and fighting off the sleep a few more moments. “I want to become a doctor. Like my grandfather.”
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