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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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The silence in the room was deafening. Mike sighed and let his hand fall back to his side. Mycroft hadn't been kidding. The glare he got from the Omega in the room was as challenging as if it had come from an Alpha.
"An Alpha?!" The Omega was clearly appalled by the idea of an Alpha representing him at court. "What is wrong with your brother?" The Omega had turned towards the other Alpha in the room, Holmes Junior, Mike surmised.
"More important, why does Mycroft send someone who doesn't work with murder cases?"
Mike felt the dissecting glance from Holmes Junior. Two mugs of tea landed forcefully on the table, almost spilling their content. Mike expected the Omega to throw a tantrum, having witnessed the rather hysterical temper of this gender in his normal line of work quite often. Instead the opposite happened. Arms crossed, the Omega grew quiet, drawing in a deep breath, and assessing Mike. The change was profound and a bit unnerving. Out of the corner of his eyes, Mike could see that Holmes Junior was taken aback as well.
"What is going on?" The Omega's voice was calm and even. He looked from Mike to Holmes Junior, expecting an answer. Mike cleared his throat.
"Well, I think Mycroft, your brother, right?" he said turning to the other Alpha, who nodded, his eyes still on the Omega. Mike thought a moment. "Normally I work with financial fraud. Several of my clients are Omegas, so maybe Mycroft thought that was more important?"
Mike shrugged, he had been wondering why Mycroft wanted him on the case. But then again, nothing in this case could be described as 'normal' and there wouldn't be any solicitors or barristers around who had ever represented an Omega as the accused in a murder case.
Holmes Junior turned away from the Omega, seemed to make up his mind, and stood up. He held out his hand.
"Sherlock Holmes," he said.
"Mike Stamford, just call med Mike," Mike answered, relieved.
"And this is John Watson," Sherlock introduced. John was still glowering with crossed arms, when Mike once more held out his hand.
"Mike," John took the offered hand. Mike's smile was back on his face. The deliberate disobedience from John - addressing an Alpha by his first name - just endeared him further to Mike. John didn't smile back, but he visibly relaxed when both Sherlock and Mike settled down at the table, making room for just another pile of paper and files brought by Mike. John turned to prepare another cup of tea, while the two Alphas discussed some technicalities regarding procedure and the possible need for a solicitor. John returned with the third cup, and still wary of the strange Alpha he sat down close to Sherlock.
Mike explained the upcoming proceedings in detail, interrogations, further tests, and the spare time in between. Sherlock frowned at this, while John looked pleased with the possibility to get time to adjust to the whole situation. Mike paused a moment, took a sip of his fast cooling tea before he continued, now watching John closely.
"The police has interrogated James Moriarty, the Professor's son," Mike saw the small change in John's posture, becoming rigid again. "According to him, you had a row with the Professor two days before the murder."
John averted his eyes, letting his hand brush Sherlock's, who took John's hand into his and held it.
"The row had been caused by a minor disobedience, but escalated when the Professor accused John of adultery. The Professor punished John physically, endangering the unborn child by repeatedly trying to kick John's abdomen. John prevented this, but suffered severe bruises. The bruises were treated by the Professor himself later."
John had closed his eyes, gripping Sherlock's hand in his. His breathing had become shallow, and Mike looked at Sherlock. Sherlock indicated that he should continue.
"Further more James Moriarty stated that this kind of behaviour had increased during John's pregnancy, often caused by the deliberate misconduct of John. And James Moriarty finishes his statement saying, and I quote 'the Professor tried to please his bonded Omega in every way possible, but the pregnancy seemed to heighten the Omega's disobedience, making it an impossible task to ensure a loving and caring relationship' unquote."
Mike looked worried at John, who was trembling.
"The police has photographs taken on the day of the crime, showing extensive bruising on John's body."
This prompted a sharp intake of breath from John's side.
"As it is, this is ample evidence to support the prosecution's charge of manslaughter due to pregnancy induced psychosis. We could try -"
"No," Sherlock's voice was low and his eyes were narrowed, pinning Mike into place. "We are not going to try anything other than to clear John's name. He didn't do this. We just have to prove that."
"Well," Mike tried again, "that will take time and can be," he paused, trying to find the right words, "it can be dangerous to John's welfare. The easiest way out would be for John to bond with-"
"I am not going to bond with anyone. No Sherlock," John looked belligerent at Sherlock, then back at Mike. "This situation is a total mess, and I am not dragging anyone else into it!"
There was a short silence, and then Mike cleared his throat.
"Well, I'm sorry to say, we've to find a guardian for you, and he or she-" Sherlock cut Mike short this time.
"I'll be John's guardian," he said firmly, staring John down, who wanted to say something, then kept his mouth shut and stood up. Turning his back to the men at the table, John went to the window.
"You need to be of ag-" Mike cursed silently, when he was cut short again.
"I'm nineteen. Let me sign the papers," Sherlock wanted to get this over with, watching John's slumped figure at the window.
Mike rolled his eyes. Damn these circumstances. Those two were made for each other and a bond would make everything so much easier to deal with. Stubborn Omega, Mike thought, and started to find the paperwork. He explained a guardian's responsibilities in great length and to Sherlock's increasing exasperation.
"You also need to know, should John lose this case, then you'll continue as his guardian until the end of his sentence," Mike ended his lecture, Sherlock just nodding, while John shook his head still not looking at the men behind him.
After signing the papers, Sherlock looked at Mike, indicating the door. It was late, and John was clearly exhausted. Mike took the hint. Before he could leave, Sherlock made a list of requests.
"And we need to be able to lock the door from the inside. I want John to be able to feel secure. No unbonded Alpha cop when he is interrogated," Sherlock looked at Mike, who just nodded, "and John needs a special diet. He is pregnant and needs to gain some pounds." John huffed from the window.
Mike would return the next day, wanting to go through the evidence so far with both of them. For now, John needed his rest, and Sherlock wanted to get to work on his own ideas for possible lines of inquiry.
A few minutes after the door closed behind Mike, it was opened again and the key was handed over to Sherlock.
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John was trying to calm down. He really was, but every turn of this case just made things worse. Now he had a guardian two years younger than him, intend on bonding with him, and -
"John!" Sherlock's voice pulled John out of his gloomy thoughts. "Why don't you want to-"
"NO! Sherlock, just no! I can't bond with you," John was almost shouting. "For goodness sake, Sherlock. You have no idea how this situation will turn out. You have no idea how broken I am."
"But you're not-"
"But I am! Sherlock," John felt very tired. "James is right. Somehow I can't get my head around the most basic Alpha Omega stuff. I have no idea how the Professor could even accuse me of adultery, and yet somehow I must have triggered him. You know the book - look at my notes! Being pregnant was the first time, I actually could relate to anything written in that book. And yet my Alpha had to discipline me every single day - every damn day, Sherlock."
John had turned around and sank down onto the sofa. Now his trembling wasn't just caused by anger, but was due to exhaustion. He was tired, hungry, thirsty, and - yes, he had to admit to himself, he was frightened.
"And now I've dragged you into it despite everything," John had closed his eyes again, folding his arms protectively around his belly. "If I'm sentenced-"
"John," Sherlock was kneeling in front of John, taking his face into his hands. "John, look at me."
Reluctantly John opened his eyes, blinking some of the tears away.
"You're not guilty and I'll prove it. We will find the killer," Sherlock sounded reassuringly and John wanted to, needed to, believe him. He leaned into his touch.
"Take of your clothes, John," Sherlock's voice was low and demanding. John almost flinched away, but Sherlock caressed his face gently with his long fingers.
"Let's take a bath, then have a talk," Sherlock was already helping John out of his clothes, all fight drained out of him. Feeling Sherlock's fingers tenderly unbuttoning his shirt, pulling his t-shirt over his head, making sure John didn't get entangled in it, and finally John started to relax into Sherlock's actions. Helping John up from the sofa, Sherlock continued to take off John's shoes, trousers, pants, and socks. He was naked now, and leaned into Sherlock, inhaling his scent as if his life depended on it. In a way, it did.
Sherlock toed off his own shoes, and then guided John into the bathroom, wrapping him into a large towel and letting him glide to the floor, resting his head and back against the bathtub. Sherlock started the shower, taking of his own clothes. John couldn't take his eyes of Sherlock's lean body. All this flawless skin was breath taking. How had he ever ended up with a man like that?
The water was getting warm and Sherlock helped John up and into the shower. The hot stream hit John's body and he almost buckled under the sensation. Sherlock held him up, got John to steady himself by leaning back against the tiles on one side of the shower.
John had closed his eyes, relaxing into the warm water, the closeness of Sherlock, when he suddenly became aware of Sherlock's proximity to his bondbite. John's eyes flew open, and he was breathing fast. Sherlock's lips touched the mark on his neck gently, licking it, and sending sparks through John's body. John let go, let his biology and need take over, deep down knowing that Sherlock wouldn't betray his trust that he wouldn't try to force a bonding heat. John bared his neck, letting out a needy whimper, concentrating on keeping upright for now.
Sherlock continued to kiss a trail from his neck down to his left then his right collarbone. The kisses became firmer, Sherlock's tongue exploring John's chest, latching onto a pink nipple, then the other, coaxing it into standing flush against John's marred skin. John almost fell over, groaning, feeling the rush of blood down to his cock. He wasn't able to form a coherent thought, whispering Sherlock's name over and over again.
And Sherlock continued his ministrations. Kissing and licking his way down and over John's belly, stroking John's hips and his back, trying to soothe him, taking away any hints of anxiousness and worries.
John kept his eyes closed, concentrating on the sensations Sherlock sent through his body. Sherlock stroked the protruding belly, as if to ensuring the little ones safety, as if trying to convey to John that he would take care of both of them. Then Sherlock's fingers trailed down both of John's thighs, leaving him helplessly aroused, his cock now hard and wanting.
Sherlock sat back on his heels and John let out a whine.
"Shh," Sherlock shushed him. "You're so beautiful, John. I just want a look at you, needy and wanting, begging me to continue."
And John was begging, unaware of whatever he was babbling, his body clearly expressing his wishes. His hips were bucking when Sherlock gave his cock a featherlike touch, curling his fingers around the shaft.
"Wh- what are you d- doing?" John could only stammer, the sensations too overwhelming. Sherlock answered by swallowing John deep, forcing him to stop talking, even thinking. The world narrowed down to the mouth on his cock, the fingers fondling his balls, the curly, black, wet hair bobbing up and down beneath John's stomach. John had to open his eyes, breathing deeply, wanting this to last, but unable to hold back any longer. Watching Sherlock kneeling between his legs, not fully comprehending what was happening.
He tried to warn Sherlock, his fingers digging into the wet curls, but only enticing Sherlock to take him even deeper, pushing John over the edge, drawing out the orgasm, when John realised that Sherlock was swallowing his come. Then John collapsed, eyes closed, his legs too weak to hold him upright any longer. Sherlock helped him sit comfortable under the shower.
"John," Sherlock said softly, his eyes black, the pupils blown wide with lust, "John, I want you to look."
John opened his eyes, Sherlock hovering over him, holding his own cock. John tried to sit up straighter, to make use of his arms and hands, but to no avail. They just fell back, to weak to even hold Sherlock, no matter how much he wanted to do just that.
"No, John, just look at me," Sherlock repeated with his deep, soft voice.
And John looked, watched when Sherlock started fisting his cock in one hand, while bracing himself against the wall over John's head with the other hand. John listened to the rapid breathing, unconsciously joining in, licking his lips and opening his mouth when Sherlock came, spreading his semen on John's body, claiming him as his, marking him with his scent. Several minutes passed with Sherlock's semen pouring over John's body, before Sherlock bend down, falling to his knees between John's spread legs.
"You're mine, John, bonded or not," Sherlock whispered, kissing John on his lips, licking up some of his own come.
"Yes," was all John could answer, wanting to drown in Sherlock's scent. The water from the shower was slowly cleaning John's body, Sherlock tracing some of John's scars through the mixture of semen and water, before he once more started exploring John's body with his tongue.
John was almost sleeping, when Sherlock finally decided that they both were clean enough to leave the shower. He lifted John up and carried him into the room, having laid out a fresh set of towels on the sofa, now pulled out to be used as a bed.
"No sleeping yet, John," Sherlock murmured. John could only answer with a content sigh, speaking being far too demanding for him at the time being.
Sherlock walked away from the bed, and John could hear the opening and closing of the fridge. Then Sherlock was back and started to feed John, helping him up now and again to drink some milk and juice.
"Is this becoming a kink of yours? Feeding me, I mean," John slurred after a while, regaining some of his strength.
"Who knows," Sherlock smirked.
"What brought all this on?" John wanted to know.
"Mike's smell was all over you," Sherlock answered with a frown, his eyes looking at the door, now locked firmly from the inside.
"Oh," John lay silently for a while, becoming aware of the clean smell in the room. Sherlock had made sure Mike's smell was gone. He must have opened the windows and made up the bed, while John was half asleep under the shower.
"Hm," John looked at bit worried, biting his lower lip. "So, you'll kind of mark me whenever I come into contact with other people?"
"Only for as long as you're refusing to bond with me," Sherlock answered, bending down and kissing John's bitemark lightly, making him shiver.
"That's blackmail," John answered gravely. Then he added smugly, "Might backfire, though. This feels far too good to give up for a bond."
Sherlock looked down at John with sparkling eyes.
"I might have to punish you for disobedience, John," Sherlock's voice was seductively low, a smile quirking on the edges of his lips.
"Yes please," John answered in a hushed voice, eyes equally sparkling.
With that Sherlock took a cushion and threw it at John, who grabbed it and threw it back, starting a fight that soon was won by Sherlock. John being to tired to keep up any resistance.
"This was very childish," Sherlock said scolding, his panting and grinning contradicting the earnest tone of his voice.
John answered by curling up around Sherlock, sighing happily, and falling asleep, well fed, feeling safe, and satisfied. And secretly looking forward to meeting the next strange Alpha, hoping Sherlock would keep his word.
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