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Broken Soldiers	By : Leloi Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3566 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Every month Sherlock Holmes watched his Omega leave to be serviced by another Alpha. At first he had accepted the fact that John Watson had a relationship with someone else. After all their link had formed late in life at the moment of their meeting.

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Sherlock’s eyes were drawn to the door as the familiar shape of Mike Samford walked in followed by an unknown Omega. Immediately the detective froze. For a moment he was shocked that the romantic tales of First Sight had been describing an accurate phenomenon. A shiver passed down from his third eye to his tail bone, lingering in his groin. The Omega’s scent caused his mouth to water and he helplessly wiped drool away with the back of his wrist.

The Omega seemed unfazed by the First Sight. No indication was given that he felt the same shiver or felt the same hunger… but it had to be there. The man was a soldier after all and could control his impulses.

Their First Touch confirmed the link in Sherlock’s mind. The electric tingle passed up his arm and into his core. It was amazing how much he could feel based on fingertips touching to pass a mobile.

Of course the Omega had to live with him… there was no question of it. And so he rattled off his address and expected his Omega to come to him. When his Omega came he had been overjoyed in a subtle way, thrilled that another human being who was supposed to be the other half of himself would finally understand him and accept him. Too many years had been spent around people who barely tolerated him and Sherlock was lonely. Whether his companion would be his mate or just someone to bounce ideas off of, he just didn’t care. But providence gave him a mate… a fellow being who was supposed to compliment him in mind, body and soul. After 34 years Sherlock finally found someone worthy enough to share his life with if tradition was to be believed.

^.~

Their first real conversation in the restaurant had been awkward. John Watson asked him about prior relationships and what his current preferences were. If Sherlock hadn’t been so distracted waiting for their serial killer he would have tried to understand what John was getting at, but he didn’t and three weeks later when John’s heat came Sherlock was shocked when John announced he would be leaving the flat for a few days.

Desperately Sherlock thought back to anything he might have said or done to discourage his Omega to leave him while his body was in such need. For a while he just stared at the door, waiting for John to come back and offer himself. This was to be their first heat together. Granted Sherlock had no clue what to do in order to satisfy an Omega but he could learn. Recent research told him an Alpha would penetrate his Omega and they would be locked together by the Alpha’s knot. An Omega could only get pregnant from his own Alpha so they would have to take birth control… something about being genetically compatible only with destined mate.

John returned four days later smelling of sex and Sherlock avoided him, unable to handle another’s scent on his Omega. It made him both anxious and sick to his stomach. It didn’t help that his mind provided graphic imagery of just how John had been serviced… the mild psychic link between mates didn’t help matters any and he could almost see in his mind’s eye from John’s point of view another Alpha whispering filthy things in his ear as John was planted face down in a strange bed.

Finally Sherlock came to the conclusion that John was older and not used to having his own Alpha. Somewhere in the world there had to be a proxy mate who was attached to John Watson as if they were actually mates. It couldn’t be something that Sherlock lacked.

Could it?

^.~

Six months passed with John leaving to spend his heats elsewhere. As months went by and the scent on John was different every few months as were the faces in John’s mind through their link, Sherlock grew agitated. The detective could understand fidelity to a proxy mate when one hadn’t yet met their real mate… but to switch to a new proxy mate when your own real mate waited for you was too much. It made Sherlock angry.

When Sherlock was angry he acted out in little ways to show his anger. It was never directly, no… that wasn’t for a proper English gentleman born and bred. Sherlock played his violin at all hours when John was home or he’d mess up John’s bed while he was away, wanking off in the sheets and then not bothering to clean up as if marking his missing territory. During a particularly warm summer day he went without clothing and pranced around in his skin so his Omega couldn’t ignore him… but oh how he tried, snapping at Sherlock for acting juvenile.

Sherlock frowned and dropped the sheet. It pooled around his ankles and he gave his Omega a hard stare, cock erect with half inflated knot, ready and willing for mating but denied. Turning gracefully on one foot he fled to his bedroom and locked himself in. It occurred to him as he lay curled up with a pillow that his Omega just didn’t want him. Somehow John was disappointed in the mate he had been given. Perhaps Sherlock lacked something physically appealing.

Then Irene Adler happened.

^.~

Never had anyone paid him so much physical attention and he was intoxicated by the Alpha woman’s touch and smile. His flesh ached to be with an Omega who didn’t want him… who blatantly rebuffed his advances. But it was an Alpha woman who knelt before his chair trying to seduce him.

“You are mated…” Irene whispered, licking his fingers in a way he had no idea fingers liked to be licked.

“Yes.” Sherlock answered, gasping at the heat and wetness of her mouth. Desperately he wanted it to be someone else’s warm wetness but he was allowed.

In the corner of the room John seemed to perk up as if listening. Good! Let him watch and listen. Too many times Sherlock had to bear witness to what John was doing with other Alphas and now it was Sherlock’s turn.

“Have they ever done this to you?” Irene suckled a fingertip, running her tongue along the underside of the delicate pad, her teeth lightly catching on the knuckle making the detective squirm as his erection grew obscenely.

“No…” Sherlock whimpered and shut his eyes.

“Why not?”

There were flashes of memory of John leaving before each heat, returning with another’s scent on him… trying to ignore his approaches… In that moment he was very aware of John’s presence, watching another person seduce his Alpha so easily. Was what Sherlock let Irene do any better than his Omega’s promiscuity? Sherlock pulled his fingers away and closed his fists so she could not taste them anymore. “He doesn’t want me.”

“I can’t imagine anyone not wanting you. Is he an idiot?” Irene cooed, shifting her position to kneel between Sherlock’s legs, lightly touching the very interested cock in his trousers.

Hastily Sherlock got up, intent on getting away from the situation before he lost his control and fucked her as he wanted to. Even though she was an Alpha and had a cock of her own she still was female and had a vagina as well. It would be very easy to mount her and slide in… forgetting John’s presence. John was his Omega and it didn’t matter if his Omega preferred to sleep with half the country… his link was to his Omega... the only person in the world who should understand him. “My MATE doesn’t want anything to do with me. And he’s hardly an idiot! I respect his wishes and keep my knot to myself.” Angrily he stepped around Irene went into the bedroom, locking the door behind him.

Faintly through the door he could hear Irene and John speaking. The door to the flat shut and Sherlock didn’t even have the emotional strength to go back out there to see who left. Later he found out it had been John and that broke his heart just a little more.

^.~

“Why haven’t you ever mentioned your mate before, Sherlock?” John asked eventually. Sherlock had expected it before the case had ended and Irene sent away. But it came out of the blue with the case file and the empty phone from Mycroft as if the phone reminded John of the night months before when Sherlock had nearly been seduced by his enemy.

Sherlock looked up from his paper and moodily gave John a glare. “I didn’t think I HAD to.” Annoyed with John’s oblivious nature, Sherlock returned to his paper.

“It’s a guy? Right? You said ‘he’? Who is he?”

Sherlock got up and tossed aside his paper, angry at John. John who ignored him… who acted like he didn’t know… hadn’t felt the shiver or the tingle or experienced first sight like Sherlock had experienced it. Mates went through it together. “You’re messing with me!” Sherlock snarled and moved away.

“No… I… really don’t know. I didn’t think… you said you were married to your work.”

“You didn’t think I might make an exception for my mate? I tried very hard to make you a part of my work.”

“What do I have to do with it? Is it Lestrade?” John looked genuinely confused.

Balling his fists Sherlock growled and spun around, trying to regain control of his raging emotions. “You bloody idiot! You were THERE when First Sight happened! You must have noticed First Touch! Are you that blind that you didn’t even notice our connection?”

John stared back, eyes wide. “No… I…”

Sherlock turned to look at the other man, gasping for breath. “At first I thought you just had a proxy mate you were committed to and I could understand that because we met so late in our lives… but the alpha who serviced you kept changing. You were presenting to any other Alpha but ME. So now I think… you just don’t want me. But, for God’s sake, don’t you DARE act like you have no idea who my Omega is! We’ve both known from First Sight!”

“Sherlock! I… no… I didn’t know!” John took a step back. “You thought I didn’t want you? Because I… oh God! I didn’t know you were my Alpha!”

“How could you not know? It’s exactly as they described it!” Sherlock shot back. “You’re romantic and sentimental enough that you KNOW what it should feel like… so how could you just ignore it? I couldn’t! I tried to forget descriptions of it but when it happened I knew exactly what it was.”

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Sherlock… I didn’t know.” John sat down on the couch, defeated. Rubbing his scarred shoulder he shook his head. “I couldn’t recognize it because I… just can’t feel it.”

Sherlock took a step back. “This is… a one sided mating?”

“No… it’s not that! I was hurt… very badly. It’s part of what they took from me. I couldn’t know who my mate would be unless they told me. My own sensing was damaged. They broke me… all of me, Sherlock. I should have told you. I just assumed that you and I weren’t… that we were just friends because you never said anything… it’s been over a year and you’ve never said anything… even when I went to find servicing… And my servicing after Irene… you just let me go without any protest!”

“You didn’t know?”

John offered a small smile. “I am so sorry if I hurt you. I didn’t know I was… yours. No wonder you told Irene that you thought I didn’t want you. I feel so stupid. I was so angry at the Omega that didn’t want you and I had no idea it was me. I was… I was considering offering myself to you like she did… so you would feel better. But I know how you reacted to her… I couldn’t imagine what you would have done to me.”

“I would have let you. I would have believed that you were doing it out of some pity but I would gladly take that over what she offered… any day.”

“Is it too late for us?” John whispered, bowed head, looking sufficiently apologetic.

“John… You’re my other half.”

John’s hazel eyes flicked up to stare at Sherlock.

“Come here.” Sherlock motioned John closer and wrapped his arms around him, feeling the delicious shiver run through his body. Trembling he nuzzled against the warm skin of John’s throat.

“What does it feel like, Sherlock? I hear it’s fantastic… that you never want to let go.”

Sherlock wrapped his arms tighter, one arm finding John’s waist to align their pelvises. The warmth and the friction nearly made him come in his pants. Holding still he tried to control the inevitable. “It’s a little overwhelming. Nerve impulses are racing up and down my spine. Your scent… I want to drown in it! And touch you… and fill you… breed you.” Sherlock whimpered and hugged tighter, trying to fight off his Alpha urges to claim his other half.

“So… you want me?” John asked quietly.

Sherlock made a hungry noise that even he couldn’t identify.

John’s hand slid down from Sherlock’s waist to his ass, squeezing it slightly.

With a feral cry Sherlock lost all control and rutted helplessly against John until his orgasm overwhelmed him. Sinking to the floor he let go of John, kneeling at the Omega’s feet he pressed his face into John’s crotch and began to sob.

“Sherlock… oh God, Sherlock… Come on, get up.”

“Why?” Sherlock cried, arms clinging to the back of his Omega’s knees.

“Because I would prefer to mate in a proper bed if it’s all the same to you.” John gently touched the top of Sherlock’s curly head, drawing his attention up to him.

“I’m… not any good. I’ve never done this… never touched anyone. I’ll probably mess all this up.”

“But you’re my Alpha. Mine. I didn’t think… I thought I was alone and would never find my Alpha that I would be stuck with unmated Alphas that didn’t really want me… but felt compelled to service me.”

“They’ve had more experience with you… know what you like.”

“I would like for my Alpha to knot me. You do know that the location of your knot is in the precise location of my prostate… giving me maximum pleasure once we are knotted. Every Alpha is different and matched to their Omega’s prostate or g-spot if the Omega is female. I’ve never… completely reached orgasm in any of my heats.” As he spoke John reached down to take Sherlock’s hands and guide him back up to standing. “That is how I can feel our connection, Sherlock. Once we fit together… I’ll feel it. It will be like First Sight and First Touch for me.”

Sherlock groaned and picked up the shorter man, stumbling back towards his bedroom, ready to fill his Omega immediately if there weren’t so damn many clothes between the two of them. Damn spring weather… it forced John to dress in layers that Sherlock was having trouble removing even with John lying passive on his bed. Managing to remove trousers and pants he went on to shoes and ignored socks. A jumper found its way onto the floor but by that time Sherlock had to struggle with his own clothing, leaving John to casually remove his own shirt and socks before unbuttoning Sherlock’s silk shirt. The detective climbed onto the bed and between John’s knees. Mentally he wanted to go through and catalog every freckle on John’s body but the mating urge was too strong to ignore. John was wet and open. His body knew how to handle a lust addled Alpha intent on mating. So Sherlock plunged in without pause and cried out at the shock of the warm body that surrounded him. Bowing his head he made a small keening noise as his body automatically began to rut. “John…?”

“Yes, Sherlock, I can feel you.” The shorter man wrapped his arms around Sherlock’s shoulders. “Go ahead… as much as you need. I can take it.”

Sherlock didn’t respond verbally. His knot was already filling and the friction it caused as it rubbed against John’s insides sent the detective into communication shut down. There was only John in the universe and their connection. John’s scent and skin and heat all worked to render his Alpha into a mindless fucking machine. But Sherlock couldn’t be bothered to resent his body’s taking over. The pleasure was overwhelming without the knot but once he came to full girth something snapped within. It became all about the waves of orgasm that washed through him, depositing his seed into John. They were one being… a sweating, passionate being that could only feed on itself to end the hunger. As he came down off of his high he became aware of John’s passionate cries, fingernails digging into his shoulders as legs tightened around his waist. Sherlock nuzzled the delicious smelling neck that was bared to him. His teeth lightly nipped at the sensitive skin and he sucked a mark into the flesh.

As he gasped for breathe, John stared up at his Alpha. “Was it… good?”

Sherlock smiled and ran his thumb over John’s lower lip. Mutely he nodded and tentatively kissed at the chin and edge of the lips. His knot safely wedged into John there was nothing for either of them to do until the swelling went down. His testicles were too busy pumping out semen to be stopped anytime soon.

John smiled and kissed back, opening his mouth so Sherlock could delve deeper. They snogged like teenagers, mouths exploring, tasting, consuming.

Finally with a final twitch of fading orgasm Sherlock’s knot subsided and he slipped out. Rolling onto his side he wrapped his arms around John. “No more proxy mates.”

“Trust me, I don’t want them. I will be faithful to my Alpha now that I know he exists.” With a frown John raised his head and looked down at his body.

“What is it?”

“Birth control… I wasn’t expecting this to happen… ever! I haven’t been taking any.”

“Is that bad?”

“I wasn’t expecting to find my Alpha… and now… shit! I’m probably ovulating due to your proximity.”

“Again… is that bad?”

“Do you WANT a baby right now, Sherlock?”

Sherlock shook his head. “I never really thought about it.”

“We are only fertile together. You know that, right? Our chemistry is uniquely adapted to each other. You’re the only one who can sire my children… which means that if we don’t want children we have to be careful. I’ll need to start birth control before my next heat. Oh god! I don’t even know which to choose!”

Sherlock snuggled closer. “John… it’s fine. One or two children won’t be so bad. Now that I’m mated there’s a part of my trust fund that will be accessible. There’s another part devoted to any offspring I may have. They’ll never want for anything… There’s spots reserved for any of my offspring at the best public schools in England. We’ll be fine.”

John’s eyes went wide. “You’re… rich?”

“My parents are… my children will be.” Sherlock replied. “Mycroft is, of course… my part is all tucked away so I can’t buy drugs with it. It’s there if I need it but… I like living on my own, trying to survive using my own wits and talent.” Sherlock frowned a bit, seeing John’s face. “We’ve never struggled, John. But if we do… there’s always support for us and the children we have.”

“I should have… realized. Seeing Mycroft… it just never occurred to me… how far apart we are socially. I’m just a doctor… and you’re… what?”

“Your Alpha, John. That’s all that’s important to me. I am your Alpha. I don’t care how we live as long as we’re together. I’ll even let you shag half the country if it would make you happy. I may not like it but I would never deny you anything you truly desired.”

“I am so sorry about that…” Turning red, John buried his face in Sherlock’s chest. “If I had known…”

“You didn’t…” Sherlock soothed his mate. “I shouldn’t have assumed that you knew. I didn’t take into consideration your injuries and how they would affect your ability to recognize me.”

“I never told you the extent of what they did to me. You know I was shot… but there was more. I was… violated.”

Sherlock pulled John closer, trembling a bit at the memories that flared up through their link… so much pain and endless screams.

“There are reasons Omegas aren’t allowed in the military… but I couldn’t be stopped. Sometimes I feel it’s my own fault for what happened to me.”

“Never! John, it was never your fault! You’re a doctor and you help people. It’s engrained in your nature despite your gender. You are not at fault for what a bunch of monsters did to you when they got their hands on you. That’s their fault… not yours.”

“You can read parts of my mind? I had forgotten about the link… something else I lost. Although knowing your mind palace…” John chuckled softly.

Sherlock nuzzled against his mate. “We’ll find you the best specialists… maybe you can regain some of it back.”

“I’m sorry I’m damaged…”

Sherlock held his Omega tighter. “John Watson… You are my other half.”

“Love you, Sherlock…” John breathed as he dozed off.

Epilogue

John blinked a few times, confusing written on his face. Turning he looked at Sherlock as he sat bouncing a ball off the opposite cabinet. “Sherlock?”

“Go on… leave. Mrs. Hudson needs you.” Sherlock bit back his fears. With John safely on the other side of the city he could face what he had to face… draw Moriarty out and end this. His John would be safe.

John lightly placed a hand on his growing belly as he shook back his head. “I can… feel it… no… you just want me to leave. Why?”

Sherlock blinked back tears. “Your link? You can hear me?”

John nodded. “I don’t understand… why? Why must you do this alone?”

“The baby…” Sherlock whispered. “Protect our baby, John.”

John squatted down next to his mate, reaching out to touch Sherlock’s cheek. “I love you.” Leaning in he kissed the plump lips. “Take care of yourself, please?”

Sherlock nodded numbly. “Go protect Mrs. Hudson. She needs us.”

“I will. But your link is giving you away.” John stood up and started for the door.

Vaguely Sherlock wondered if he would ever see John again. Would he ever meet their child? Regret overwhelmed him but he tried to control it. It was his role to protect his Omega.

John stopped before the door and looked back over his shoulder. Sherlock’s doubts were heavy in his mind. “Survive, Sherlock… We’re both survivors. Do what you must. I don’t care if it burns my heart out… Moriarty can’t win this. I’ll protect our child and wait for you.”

“Go, John…” Sherlock breathed. All his love was focused and thrown at John in the hopes it would be understood.

John shivered and closed his eyes. For a moment he thought he was experiencing a delayed First Sight but with Sherlock’s thoughts he knew… this was Sherlock’s way of saying goodbye… perhaps forever. With tears in his eyes John nodded and left behind his only love.

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