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The Omega	By : themuller Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3783 -:- 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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Mycroft had turned the audio surveillance down low once the moaning started for good. Without the visuals the supervision was not as enticing as he had hoped for. Vexingly Sherlock had used the table to block Mycroft's view from the observation room through the one-way mirror, placing the mattress underneath the table. Mycroft made a mental note that in the future video equipment was to be installed underneath any furniture, which could be used as hiding places.
He had been quite pleased with himself once Sherlock and the Omega ended up naked. The bruises on the body of the Omega had admittedly been unsettling, however they showed that the Professor had put an effort in the training of the Omega, which all things considered should make it easier for Sherlock to show him his place.
The cover up on Professor Moriarty's violent death was well underway, the media reporting the Professor having died peacefully in his sleep. So far the bonded Omega had been mentioned, but only briefly, and with a bit of luck it would stay that way. Even so, Mycroft wished he had been able to procure an Omega dying because of the broken bond, enhancing the saint-like status of the Professor.
It was especially the last part Mycroft had been aiming for. The Professor's research into the behaviour and sexuality of the Omega had for the last sixty years been the foundation for many changes in society, ensuring the safety and quality of life for the Omega. Or at least that's what the official justification had been for several laws regarding the Omega's participation - or rather lack thereof - in elections as well as the prohibition from certain jobs, specified education and military services. Mycroft needed the Professor's name and reputation to be as pure as possible if he wanted his grand scheme to succeed.
The increasing noise from the hospital room in front of him pulled him out of his reverie. The background noises amplified, escalated, and were followed by silence. Mycroft turned up the audio, listening to what could only be characterised as blissed out panting.
A sardonic little smile crept up on Mycroft's lips. Part one of Plan B accomplished, he congratulated himself, celebrating by pouring a cup of newly brewed tea and taking a sip.
He held his breath when he heard Sherlock's voice.
"John, will you bond with me?"
Wonderful, Mycroft thought, ticking off several items at once for Plan B, holding his cup in the air, waiting for the acceptance from the Omega. And waited. Waited. Wai-
"No. I - I can't. Not yet."
When the scolding hot tea hit Mycroft's lap, the undignified noise he made and the burning sensation in his groin were the smallest of his problems. Plan B dissolved in an outburst of lesser known, yet frightfully vicious curses, while Mycroft jumped up from the chair and started to pull off the soiled trousers and pants. Fortunately he kept several sets of clothes stored in the observation room, being prepared for different kind of contingencies. Normally they would have involved some kind of sexual acts on Mycroft's part, a thought that only infuriated him further.
What was wrong with this Omega? Why couldn't he just for once do what was expected of him? Mycroft looked at the burns on his genitals. Luckily not that bad, but his anger at the Omega increased by the minute. He put on some salve before reaching for pants and trousers. When he had finished putting on a new set of crisp, clean, and most importantly dry set of clothes, he didn't bother with another cup of tea. Instead he took the telephone of the hook and called the police. When he had finished the call he started to repeat the different points of Plan C in his mind.
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The look on John's face told Sherlock at once that his offer would be declined. When John turned away - ashamed? Why would he be ashamed? - Sherlock gently cupped John's face with his hand and turned him back towards him. John complied and once again, Sherlock marvelled at this man. He could read so easily, letting Sherlock see his emotions, his considerations. John didn't try to hide, didn't shy away when Sherlock moved closer to be able to see even the smallest of twitches on his face.
No, John wasn't ashamed. Frightened, yes. But only a fool wouldn't be frightened to bond with an unknown Alpha, especially given what John had experienced during the last four years. But it wasn't fear that was the reason for John's hesitation. The positive effects of a new bond would outnumber whatever trepidations John could have. A bond would mean safety for the unborn child, even increase the chances to carry the child to term. John would have someone to provide for both of him or her, once the child was born. All his basic needs would be taken care of.
Sherlock knew John was attracted to him, as he was attracted to John. A realisation that had surprised Sherlock even more than did John's upcoming rejection.
Regardless of his brother's belief Sherlock wasn't a novice at the game of flirtation and in all likelihood he had had more sexual encounters than him, and certainly more experience in this field than John. When Sherlock turned thirteen the dullness of school and life itself became too much to master with experiments alone. His mind was racing and he needed something to keep it occupied.
Sherlock had his first sexual experiences with several of his classmates, discovering that he was mainly attracted to men. When he widened his field of conquests, he knew that he as well increased the risk of attracting unwanted attention. At the age of fifteen he still had the looks of a younger boy about him, but his attitude was that of a far older Alpha. Somehow he had managed to keep this part of his life hidden from Mycroft's inquisitive eyes, probably because Mycroft at that time was preoccupied with his studies at the university.
Sherlock had put an end to his sexual experiments once he discovered a particular kind sex club. Being invited by one of his latest playmates, Sherlock was shocked when he entered the rooms. Just seventeen at that time he was not supposed to be there, but as an Alpha he was seldom asked for identification. The clients of the club were mainly Alphas with an occasional Beta, while the sex workers were either Omegas or - which Sherlock at that time found even more appalling - neutered Alphas. The latter were Alphas, who had been vasectomised after being diagnosed but before puberty. Beside the obvious inability to have children, the Alpha would become the perfect Omega: submissive, pliant, and caring. Because of the scarcity of Omegas, neutering Alpha boys had become a well-used practice, no matter how illegal it was.
Rich Alphas would pay poor families a small fortune for a newly diagnosed Alpha boy, who typically would end up as a second bond to the Alpha, used for his entertainment.
What Sherlock observed during that one night in the club, changed his attitude towards sex and his fellow men for good. The boys, none of them were of age, were used as sex slaves, having to obey the clients every wish no matter how outraging or perverted. Horrified by the scenes in the room, Sherlock stayed at the bar for the whole night, pretending to be more interested in looking rather than participating.
The next day Sherlock had catalogued and categorised the events, stored them safely in his mind and sworn that he never ever would be the active part in coercive sex. Round about the same time Sherlock had discovered drugs and their impact on his mind. The very idea of sex as a diversion seemed utterly ridiculous by then.
Sherlock shook his head to get the doors closed on those memories. This wasn't about him this was about John.
So, despite of the positive effects, John would reject Sherlock's proposal. Fascinating. Sherlock's eyes were roaming over John's features, observing the on-going battle in John's mind. Suddenly John stilled.
"No. I - I can't. Not yet."
Again he tried to look away, and again Sherlock wouldn't let him. He could see the fear, could feel John's body tremble. Tears were forming in John's eyes, and his arms were placed defensively around his abdomen, protecting the life inside. Sherlock felt oddly proud of John. He had just defied an Alpha, said no to the security of a bond, knowing far too well what challenges lay ahead for both him and his child.
Oh John, Sherlock thought, I understand.
Slowly, very slowly, Sherlock leaned toward John, giving him a chance to back off, to stop him. When John didn't, Sherlock's lips touched John's, coaxing them open and John complied, clearly confused, relieved, crying, and smiling all at once. Sherlock let his tongue flick teasingly into John's mouth, trying to persuade John to reciprocate. Hesitantly, John let his tongue slide into Sherlock's mouth, shyly exploring it, while Sherlock pulled the two of them closer together. Every move on his part designed to show John that Sherlock was more than pleased by John's actions.
John pulled away to get his breath back. His eyes were wide and pitch black, pupils dilated as far as possible. Sherlock suspected that he looked the same. Both men were panting. John leaned into the kiss again, still a little bashful and wary of Sherlock's reaction. Sherlock took control and sucked softly on John's lips, leaving them red and swollen. Taking a deep breath, Sherlock couldn't hide his arousal any longer. He pushed his body up against John's, grinding his hips and groin against the other man's, earning a deep moan.
On his part, John had started to nibble on Sherlock's lips, sending sparks of excitement through Sherlock's body. Becoming bolder, John was fondling Sherlock's hair, twisting his fingers into his curls when Sherlock started thrusting purposefully against John.
Sherlock was close now. He could feel John tense as well, responding to every thrust with a groan, a silent plea to go faster, harder.
They came, mixing their semen between them and on their bellies.
When they regained their breath, Sherlock groaned loudly, hiding his head in the pillows.
"Mycroft! Go away!"
Mycroft cleared his throat pointedly.
"I just wanted to inform you that the police has arrived. They are going to arrest the Om-," realising the faux pas, Mycroft corrected himself. "They are going to arrest Mr Watson."
Sherlock snorted. Idiots, he thought. John was looking totally bemused between Sherlock and Mycroft.
"On what charges?"
"Voluntary manslaughter due to pregnancy induced psychosis," Mycroft stated matter-of-factly.
"Utter nonsense," Sherlock retorted.
He had turned, so he could face Mycroft directly, but didn't move to get dressed. He held John close, feeling his heartbeat. Amazingly, John had calmed down again.
Mycroft didn't answer.
"Do they know about John's condition?"
"They assured me that everything would be taken care of so no harm will come to both of them. Mr Watson will be permitted to have guests. Overnight," Mycroft added.
"Get out of here," Sherlock demanded once more.
"I'll tell the officer's you'll be ready in ten minutes."
"Make that half an hour," Sherlock answered, standing up and facing Mycroft stark naked.
He returned Mycroft's condescending glance with a smirk when he realised the change of clothes.
"Enjoyed the show that much, brother dear?"
Mycroft harrumphed and left with an air of dignified aloofness.
Sherlock turned to John, who hadn't moved once he became aware of Mycroft's presence.
"I'm sorry John. I have no idea, how the police can believe-" Sherlock stopped when he saw that John was giggling.
"What?" he asked baffled.
"Oh God, Sherlock. This," John waved an arm around, indicating nothing in particular. "This is total madness. Please tell me I'm dreaming."
He grew serious again.
"No," he whispered, "no, please. Show me, that this isn't a dream at all."
"You want me to pinch you?" Sherlock sounded taken aback. John just nodded and Sherlock pinched him.
"Aw," John looked accusingly at Sherlock. "Didn't have to be that thorough."
"Just making sure," Sherlock answered smugly.
He collected a towel and started to clean them up once more. He could tell that John was hungry again. While John was putting his clothes on, Sherlock put some of the food from the small fridge on the table. John ate while he watched Sherlock getting dressed. Finishing off with a cup of tea, Sherlock looked at John.
"Ready to face the gallows?" Sherlock asked.
"Will you -," John swallowed.
His demeanour had changed. Sherlock knew that John had to face the expectations of society. Being a bereaved Omega should have broken him; instead he had come alive in Sherlock's presence.
"I'll be moving in with you tonight," Sherlock answered the unasked question.
John's relief was profound.
"Well, I'll better be going then. Making sure the room is acceptable."
For the first time since Sherlock had met him, John put on the flirting posture of a submissive Omega. The change was breath taking. Hadn't it been for the waiting officers, Sherlock would have thrown John on the mattress immediately. As it was, he bit hard into his lip and took in the sight in front of him. Savouring every detail to be reviewed during the next hours of separation.
Taking a last look around the room, almost regretting that he wouldn't stay here one more night, he placed his arm around John's shoulder and opened the door. A police officer was waiting, reading the warrant to John, and ignoring his protests when he was addressed as 'Mr John Moriarty'. Sherlock pointedly cleared his throat and the officer apologised. The warrant and the caution were given with the correct name and John was lead to the police car.
"Where are you taking him?" Sherlock inquired.
"New Scotland Yard. The only place where we could change an office into an appropriate ce-, erhm, room for an Omega," the officer replied.
John turned to Sherlock, standing in the already open door of the car.
"Could you get some of my clothes? And my book?" He asked nervously.
"What book?" Sherlock wondered.
"The Omega. Biology, Behaviour, and Sexuality," John answered. "The one every Omega gets once they're diagnosed."
John didn't explain further, and Sherlock acknowledged that he would try and get everything.
"See you later," Sherlock whispered, kissing John one last time.
He could hear the faint whimper when he withdrew, letting John get into the car.
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