Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/12984837. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Sherlock_(TV) Relationship: Sherlock_Holmes_&_John_Watson, Sherlock_Holmes/John_Watson Character: Sherlock_Holmes, John_Watson Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha_John, Omega_Sherlock, Mating_Cycles/In Heat, Smut Series: Part 1 of Actually_written_by_xXxMusicSavedMyLifeXxX Stats: Published: 2017-12-11 Words: 3905 ****** Lucky Me ****** by Experiment1776, xXxMusicSavedMyLifeXxX Summary John is a homeless Alpha and Sherlock decides to bring him home with him. John is conflicted at first, but gives into Sherlock. Notes Yeah, I don't know what AO3 has against me, but Everytime I post something on my account, it gets deleted, so I'm using my girlfriend's account. Here's some smut I found in Google docs I had wrote. Enjoy. -xXxMusicSavedMyLifeXxX John's POV Following your nose could land you in a shit ton of trouble, or it could land you in a rich family's massive home. Either way, you would find yourself screwed. How could ending up in a rich family’s house screw you over? Well, typically the family is consisted of two or more children, and the youngest is almost always gorgeous who turns out to be an omega close to starting their first heat. And you, you just happened to be a single Alpha. This is the situation I found myself in. “He's interesting, Mummy. Can he stay?” I looked at the fifteen year old boy who dragged me all the way to his posh home to meet his posh family. He had bouncy brunette curls, a sharp face and even sharper blue eyes. Young. Gorgeous. Very smart. Virgin. Things my cock wanted in an omega. But did my head want? No because young omegas are against the law, but how could I argue with my cock? “What do you do?” Mr. Holmes asked me. I turned my attention to the man in front of me. “I was an army doctor. None of the clinics will take me. I'm over qualified.” Mrs. Holmes leaned over to whisper to her husband. I politely looked away, towards the eldest Holmes brother. He was just as attractive as his younger brother, eyes similar in color, but his hair was a bright ginger compared to his dark haired brother, who was staring at my neck. I scratched at my beard. I need to shave, but I didn't own a razor. The young boy--Sherlock--reached up and was touching my fucking beard. He traced along my jaw, grabbed on to the hair on my chin and pulled. I jerked my head forward to keep him from pulling, following wherever he tried to pull my hair. He finally caught me off guard and managed to get a good hard tug on my beard. I couldn't stop the soft moan I let out, swatting the kid's hand away. “Don't do that!” I huffed, shifting in my seat at the table. “Erogenous,” he muttered. “Fascinating.” “Dr. Watson,” said Mr. Holmes, clearing his throat. “Yes, Sir?” “If I may ask, would you like to stay and help tend to my youngest son? He tends to find himself in peculiar situations. We’ll, of course, pay you reasonably.” Oh, how could this situation get worse? “Yes, sir, I can. It's no problem at all.” Oh, God. Why do I allow myself to be in these situations? I smiled politely, reached over the table to shake his hand, the whole time being eyed by the oldest Holmes brother. Sherlock was still studying me. “Our guest bedroom is an office as of right now, but we'll get it situated. For now you can sleep in the boys’ room.” Great. *** Sherlock’s POV   Captain John Watson. Scruffy Captain John Watson. Doctor John Watson. Alpha John Watson.  Late thirties, early forties. Skin a rich tan from the desert sun. Thick muscles from his years in the military. Greying blonde hair and dark, coarse brunette/ginger beard. He was the best find during my travels through the homeless underground network. And Father found a use to keep him around. Excellent! Mummy and Father were both human, heterozygous for the the alpha/beta/omega gene. I just happened to be that 25%. Being an omega wasn't quite that bad yet. Mycroft was human just like our parents, the lucky prick. I was quickly approaching my first heat, and had no one to help me through it. Except now I had Doctor Watson, glorified alpha. He didnt seem to be too thrilled about ‘caring’ for me, but it's better than being on the street. Mummy told me to show John to my bedroom. “I didn't expect them to allow you to stay,” I said. “Anything I think is interesting, I'm told to put it back where I found it.” I pushed open the door and walked in. “Lucky me,” he muttered. I wonder if I can make him like me. I sat on my bed and pointed to the one on the other side of my room. “There's the bed you'll be sleeping in. Mycroft moved out a year ago.” “Alright, so what's going through your head?” John demanded suddenly, sitting down. I looked over him.”What do you mean?” “You knew. You knew I'm an alpha, and you knew your first heat would be soon. What the hell were you thinking, kid!” I shrugged, getting up and going to the closet. I had no idea, really. I didn't think my parents would actually let me keep him. I hid myself in my clothes. What was I thinking? John seemed a good man. I didn't want to get him arrested. I rubbed my temples. Stupid. Stupid! “I can arrange for Father to change his mind. It was very stupid of me to--” “Shut up, Kid. Shut up. I'll be fine,” he grumbled, toeing his shoe off and stretching across the bed. *** Four days later my heat started. Everyone was away, save for John, who was more like a daily caretaker than a once in a while doctor. He stayed far away from our shared room, opting for staying downstairs. Every so often, he came in to check on me, each time he'd stay longer and longer. At this point, I hated my genetic code. Jesus fuck, this was horrible, this burning need to be stretched and filled. Fucking horrible. It was nearing dark when John came back with a refilled glass of water. He sat on my bed, putting his hand on my heated rear. He pushed my naked, sweat slick body into his lap. “This'll only give you temporary relief,” he said. Any relief was good for me. I allowed him to maneuver me into whatever position he wanted me to be in. “Spread your legs and show me your hole,” he ordered in a professional tone, though his words made me shudder and spread my legs like I was told. He groaned softly and tensed underneath me. He muttered a few curses under his breath. “Dammit, Sherlock.” His fingers stroked down my spine. “Relax.” One hand stroked my back, the other rested on my arse, squeezing methodically. I couldn't help but relax in his lap. John's fingers were thick, come to find out when he coated them with the natural lube I produced. Without warning, he pushed in one thick finger. It burned in the most wonderful of ways. I moaned. This is what I needed, and I was eager for more. Warmth was pulsing constantly through my veins. I opened up for more, clawing at my worn bedsheets as I gasped for more. I wasn't sure if John was just good, or if it was because this was my first time being fingered open. I was squirming constantly, rutting against the rough material of his jeans. It all felt amazing. When the second and third finger went in, I was seeing stars. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I called out, back arching, but John curved it back down. “There we go,” he purred. “That's what I like to hear.” John was hitting my prostate each time he thrust his fingers in. It was like a liquid fire had been injected into my veins, surging straight down to my toes. My entire body was hot, and my stomach twisted in an unfamiliar way, like I was nervous, but I was far from that. It was like a knot was tightening in my stomach, tighter, tighter, tighter. " John, John, John, John, John!” I shouted as that knot in my stomach untied, and my very first orgasm coursed through my body. “Jesus fucking Christ!” I just barely heard John groan. His fingers slipped out and he eased me on my bed, made me drink water. And then he was gone. *** John's POV I stumbled out of the bedroom, smelling much like a temporarily satisfied young omega. There was a wet spot on my jeans, hot liquid that was starting to cool. My fingers were still wet and I wiped them on my jeans. I closed the door and sat outside the door. I leaned against the wall. Fuck. My cock throbbed painfully, my entire body hot with the need to claim Sherlock. I should have told Mr. Holmes ‘no’. There were footsteps on the stairway. Speak of the devil… I tried to calm down before he saw me, but naturally, I failed miserably. “Dr. Watson?” he asked me. “Are you well?” I let out a humourless chuckle. “No, sir. No, I am not. Your boy is an omega, currently in heat, sir.” “And this is a problem--” “Because I am a single forty year old alpha.” I stood. “I apologize. I must take my leave ‘fore I find myself with a life sentence. I thank you for your kindness.” I gave him a curt nod before I shouldered past him. “Dr. Watson. Where are you going to go?” I stopped. Oh, God, please don't guilt trip me. I sighed. “Back where he found me. I'm very capable of surviving on the street, sir.” “As much as that is true, are you truly willing to let the boy suffer through alone?” There it was. I knew it was coming. I pointed back to the closed bedroom door. “Your boy is fifteen. I'm old enough to be his fucking father!--Apologies. Pardon my language, sir,” I apologized immediately after my outburst. He nodded slowly, taking out his wallet. He pulled out a fifty pound note. He raised his eyebrows and gave me a look. I licked my lips, looking between the money and Sherlock’s bedroom door. Fine. “Make it three - fifty and you have a deal.” Mr. Holmes gave an exasperated sigh as he pulled out three hundred more pounds. I took the money, counting it to be sure before I went into the bedroom, closing the door behind me. Sherlock still lay in the same position I put him before I walked out. I checked on him, made sure he was fine. I then opened up the backpack I always carried with me and put the money in my wallet. I was going to be stuck in this room for a week or more. I needed to stock up. I padded down to the kitchen, filling a large pitcher with water and carried it back up. I raided the cabinets for easy, quick snacks and brought them up too. I closed the door and locked it. No need for anyone to come inside during this time. I laid on my bed. I was essentially waiting for Sherlock to wake from a new wave of need. It wouldn't be long, seeing as this was his first heat. I sighed and closed my eyes. Whimpering from the other side of the room made me roll over. “John…” It was a breathless whisper, a quiet plea. My name pleaded was the most beautiful thing this boy has ever said in my presence.   I rolled off the bed, slipping into Sherlock's. “I'm here. The doctor's in.” “This is bloody awful!” he groaned. “I know. Did it flare up again?” Sherlock looked up at me with bright blue eyes. “It’s ten times worse.” I knew my fingers weren't going to satisfy him like his body wanted. The only thing that would help now is for an Alpha (not me) to claim him (again, not me). See this wouldn't be so bad if I were in my early twenties, but I'm not, so he'll have to make due with them for now, even though my cock wanted nothing more than to be buried in this gorgeous omega’s arse. “Sherlock, love, calm down,” I murmured when he began to rut against the sheets. I lifted his hips. “You'll hurt yourself like that.” I worked my jeans open, gasping softly as I released my throbbing erection. I pushed my jeans off. “Wh-what are you doing?” Sherlock asked, and I could tell he suddenly got nervous. “It's okay. I'm going to let you frot against my leg. It'll be better than on these sheets or on my jeans again. Keep your arse up, pretty boy.” I coated my fingers in his slick, smearing it on my thigh. Once I was satisfied with that, I lowered him across my lap. I encouraged him to rut against my thigh. “There we go.” “John, you're hard,” he panted. “Can I---will you let me--?” His hand shamelessly dipped into my pants, squeezing my leaking prick. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall. “Sherlock,” I growled in warning. He tugged on my pants this way and that in order to pull my rather thick, hot and heavy cock through the opening at the front. He leaned in close, trembling lips pressing against my ear. “Fuck me, John, please. You don't have to knot me. Cum all over my back and arse, but please. Just fuck me.” I groaned and my cock twitched. I could manage that couldn’t I? He was desperate and in need, and I was being paid to care for the boy. I grabbed a handful of those (surprisingly soft) dark curls. I gave a little tug and he practically melted against me. “Turn your pretty self around and present yourself.” Sherlock had no problem turning around, sticking his plump, pale arse in the air for me. Ah, fuck it. Fuck my better judgement. I'm gonna fuck this kid and feel no shame in the game. I stripped the rest of my layers off, pressing my chest to his hot, sweaty back. “I'm not going to knot you, but you belong to me, and only me after tonight. Do you understand me?” I said. Sherlock shook underneath me. “Yes, sir.” I leaned back to spread his arse cheeks, admiring his slick, pink hole. I slipped in two fingers to make sure he was loose enough to take my large size. The omega was tiny compared to my cock, like what you'd see on a porn website. I added a third finger to be sure. All three were easy, but I was bigger than my three fingers. “Stay relaxed and loose, gorgeous. Let me do all the work.” I pressed his head into the mattress in order to see his back dip beautifully. I pulled out my fingers and replaced with the head of my cock. I rolled my hips, sliding my length through his slick. I rubbed the rim of his hole gently, using my thumb to guide the plump head inside. I watched my cock disappear inch by inch into my needy little omega, the rim stretched wide around me. Sherlock released moan after delicious moan until I was fully sheathed, balls pressed flush against his pretty arse. I held his hips, eased out until just the tip was in. I pressed back into his tight heat, slow and steady. Long, beautiful moans were drawn from his perfect mouth. The sounds this boy made were deep for his age nearing a deep, rich baritone. My hand slid up into his hair, pulled and made his back arch. Sherlock’s mouth was slack. I pulled out to the tip, pushed back in slow and easy, allowing him to feel every inch of my thick cock, let him feel it throb inside of him. The omega was absolutely beautiful. Pale skin marred by small, dark scars, leading up to dark curly hair, the prettiest pale blue eyes, and a perfect, pink mouth that would look good stuffed full with my prick. God. Fucking gorgeous . I set an easy pace for the young omega. He gripped the bedsheets, tightened around me briefly before he relaxed, settled down more. “John, the heat--more. I need more. Harder, faster, now, please!” he moaned desperately, hips moving back against me. I damn sure wasn’t going to disappoint. I took both of his arms and crossed them behind his back, using them to pull his entire body back when I thrust in. Fuck, if I didn’t hold it together, I would cum too early, and I sure as hell didn’t want that. Not yet. Sherlock needed hard and fast, and that’s what I was giving him. I felt sweat drip down my back. Sherlock tried to reach for my arm. I look at his nails made me decide that let him grip my arm was not a good idea. I’d look like I got in a fight with a cat by the end of the night. I shifted my angle a bit, Sherlock shouting out loudly, body jerking. Bingo! I hit home. “Right there?” I purred, keeping the angle, thrusting as hard as could. My little omega was sobbing, but if it weren’t for the moans and pleas and cries of yes! I would have stopped to make sure he was okay. His words were slurred, which I was lucky I spoke slurred. “ ‘M gonna cum! ‘M gonna cum!” he shouted in cursive. I rolled him over, wanting to watch that pretty face when he came. His eyes were closed tight, an arm coming up to cover his face. I uncovered his face. One more thrust and he tightened around me, and I knew that was my moment to pull out. I watched him cum in thick stripes over his stomach and chest, back arched high off the bed, hips jerking until his orgasm was over, panting harshly, all the while I fucked my fist, knot swelling, and then I was spilling my own seed over this boy, adding to the mess on his pale body. I panted and sat back, stretching and massaging Sherlock’s muscles in order to help his body relax faster. I got off his bed, searching for my jeans.His slender hand, reached out, held on weakly to my leg. “Don’t leave me alone again,” he murmured tiredly. I bent down to put my hand on his forehead, thumb wiping sweat from his brow. “ ‘M not going anywhere. But we are about to get you a cool bath.” “Can’t feel my legs.” “Thank you,” I chuckled, slipping on my jeans. I buttoned and zipped up, going over to the bed to pick up Sherlock, who lay limp in my arms. I unlocked and opened the door, and I was met by Mycroft leaning oh-so casually against the door. “This is illegal,” he said simply. “Oh, yeah. Like I didn’t give a thought, but hey. This is what I’m being paid for. Pardon me. I was just going to give him a bath.” He stayed in place. “I could break every single bone in your body while naming them and then put you back together.” Mycroft moved then. Sherlock turned his head. “Mycie, ‘m fine,” he yawned. “Leave ‘im ‘lone.” How sweet. Ugh. I carried him down the hall to the bathroom, propping him against the wall. I went back to close and lock the door. I started up the shower, whistling softly. It was one of those shiney tubs with no doors, the shower head hanging from the ceiling over the tub. It was nice. I’ve never seen one in person. The tub was ridiculously wide, probably to compensate for not having any doors to keep water off the floor. I looked at the boy on the floor. He was nearly asleep. I put two wash cloths over the side of the tub before I went over to Sherlock. “Sherlock,” I said, snapping my fingers by his ear. He opened his eyes wide before the narrowed back into slits as he dozed back off. “Sherlock,” I repeated, snapping again. “Mm. Yeah?” “Wake up, darling. Shower time.” “Why now?” he whined. I dropped my jeans, kicking them far away from the tub. I picked up my sleepy omega. “Because, semen is going to dry and crust up and you’re going to feel yucky and gross.” He didn’t argue with me there. I stepped into the tub underneath the spray. I sat down in the tub. He groaned and tried to wipe his eyes. “Fucking hate this shower,” he groaned. I, on the contrary, very much liked it. “Keep your eyes closed then. I’m about to wash your hair.” I picked up the shampoo in the corner behind me. I put a nice glob on top of Sherlock’s moppy hair, quickly closing the bottle and thoroughly scrubbing those thick, luscious curls. My fingers caught in a knot, the boy whining as I pulled through it. Just as quick as I was lathering shampoo in his hair, it was rinsing out. I hummed softly. He leaned forward a bit before settle back against me. I scoffed softly, bathing him. I could smell my scent mixed with his on his skin. It made me shudder. This beautiful little boy was all mine . Once he was thoroughly cleaned and rinsed, I washed off my body as well. “John,” he said, pushing his curls out of his face. “Can we get out now. I want to go back to bed.” “Alright love. Alright. Let’s get you dried off. *** Sherlock’s POV John’s arms were tight around me as supported my weight as we walked back to my-- our -- bedroom. I needed the support. My legs still felt like jello. My arse was sore from the thorough fucking I had so desperately needed, and will probably need again soon. “Alright, let’s get some food and water in your system before your head flares up again, though it should be quelled for awhile.” I let go of him and collapsed on my bed. God, I’ve never been so exhausted before. John opened up a box of goldfish. He told me to open my mouth, in which I did. He tossed one into my mouth. I chewed slowly, watching him. He handed me the pack then took off his dirty jeans. He sat down on his bed, stretching. John had some gorgeous muscles. He was the definition of physical power. He was slightly pudgy around his stomach, but he was still very much attractive. “John, you don’t look like you’ve been on the streets for three years,” I said, pouring some of the cracker into my mouth. He looked up and smirked. “Thank you.” “You’re well fed, well dressed.” “I have a friend or two.” He shrugged. I got up and stumbled my way over to him, climbing on top of him and draping myself his compact body. I laid my head on his chest and ate my goldfish quietly. I could tell he didn't want to talk about it, and for once, I let this go. He reached up to comb his fingers through my hair  absentmindedly, humming. I finished my goldfish and sat the box on the floor,  closing my eyes. John rolled over,  pressing me into his naked body, my back to his chest. He kissed and mouthed at the back of my neck, a shudder running down my body. He chuckled. I heard him inhale. He hummed, and I couldn't help but smile. John was definitely the best find. I reached back play with his beard. “I could get used to having you around.” “Well, it's not like you really have a choice now. You're mine, now.” John kissed my neck. I relaxed against him. I was perfectly okay with that. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!