John terminated the call and immediately started to unlock Sherlock from the pillory. The cuffs had cut into Sherlock's thighs and streams of blood were running down his knees and pooling on the ground. Firmly placing his Alpha behind his mental walls, John unlocked the pillory and quickly found himself with a lap full of horny Omega.

"John...Alpha...my Alpha...bond me...knot me...breed me...pups...many pups...please," Sherlock whimpered and ground himself down on John's lap.

Sherlock keened at the sensation to his sensitive hole and reached for John's belt buckle. John grabbed his hands and held them aloft as he leaned forward and kissed Sherlock forcefully. John had spent a few nights with Omegas during their heats. He knew what they needed to get them through it. The forceful kiss had Sherlock fall limply against John; the submissive nature of his Omega side making it difficult to refuse John's Alpha.

"It's okay, Sherlock. I'll take care of you. I'll take care of my good Omega," John murmured and wrapped the blanket around Sherlock.

With a grunt, he lifted Sherlock and cradled him against his chest. He hurried from the room and quickly crossed paths with Chase. Seeing the bundle in John's arms, Chase quickly shepherd him towards the elevators and rode with them down to the ground floor. He didn't say a word or even look over at John and Sherlock which John was grateful for. Sherlock was whining and moaning as he mouthed at John's neck. John could feel Sherlock's thighs and buttocks clenching against his arm as he held the younger man. Sherlock would start keening soon for someone to fuck him. John prayed that Sherlock wouldn't remember any of this. He knew the proud young man wouldn't want anyone to know him like this. Needing and submissive, a slave to his body's demands. He could feel his Alpha pacing in his cage, John would have to be careful to take the inhibitors. His self control could only hold out for so long.

Walking out the building, John spared a quick glance at Mycroft who took one look at Sherlock's face and nodded. He saw what John had been talking about. Mycroft held the door open for John and slammed it shut behind the two of them. There was a glass divider between the cab and the back which John was immediately grateful for. Sherlock cast off the blanket and quickly straddled John. His hands started to tug at John's tactical vest that he still wore before John snagged his hands. Moving the hands to his shoulders, John gave him a fierce stare.

"Keep them there."

Sherlock's head bobbed and a moment later he gasped. John's finger slid into his hole smoothly, his personal slick making it easy. It quickly became two fingers and Sherlock started rocking against him. His fingers dug into John's shoulders as he moaned. John wrapped a hand around Sherlock's cock as he added a third finger and mercilessly massaged his prostate. Sherlock cried out and thrashed for a few moments before he orgasmed and froze for a moment before collapsing limply against John. Removing his hands, John wiped them on the blanket and gently lifted Sherlock's head from his shoulder. The younger man's eyelids fluttered briefly but remained lidded from the exhausting orgasm. Sherlock's body wouldn't be happy with that orgasm but it was enough to sate him until they reached the flat. While he was pliant, John lifted his hands from his shoulders and inspected the wrists. Both were bloody and raw, they would need to be cleaned and wrapped soon. Dropping his gaze, he carefully looked at the thigh wounds and knew those would be the most painful. Tilting Sherlock's head again, he brushed his fingertips across the injuries on Sherlock's face and grimaced. He felt the car slow and grabbed the blanket to wrap it gently around Sherlock.

The door opened and John carefully stepped out of the car holding Sherlock tightly against him. Anthea stood at the door with her head bowed and her Blackberry at her side.

"I have placed a few days worth of sustenance in your flat as well as some toys to help with Sherlock. There is a cooler with the Alpha inhibitor. The compound starts to lose it's effectiveness after eight hours, less depending on how strong the Alpha is. It's recommended that the drug not be used back to back," Anthea said quickly with her gaze lowered, not antagonizing the restrained Alpha.

John nodded and walked to the door which Anthea opened quickly to allow him entrance with his precious burden. John would look over the chemical compound later to read up on the side effects. He felt he would become very familiar with them. "Mrs. Hudson went to visit her sister and will not return until you call her. Thank you, Doctor Watson."

John stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked back to Anthea. She seemed reluctant to speak but quickly made up her mind.

"The facilities to help Omegas during heats are not pleasant. This will be much better for Mr. Holmes. You are a good friend."

John flared his nostrils and immediately understood. Anthea was an Omega. She was on suppressants but being this near to a fellow Omega in heat increased her own personal scent. John nodded briefly but the Omega in his arms started moaning again and his attention shifted. He heard the door behind him close securely as he carried Sherlock up the stairs. Kicking the door closed, John carried Sherlock to the genius' bedroom and set him on the bed. The familiar scent would help calm him hopefully. Hurrying back to the kitchen, John grabbed the two large duffel bags and cooler and carried them back to the bedroom.

Sherlock was rutting against the bed and keening to get his Alpha back. John opened one bag and found it stuffed with energy and protein bars and bottles of water. Grabbing a water, John opened it and sat on the edge of the bed.

"John...John, please...fuck me...knot me," Sherlock moaned with a whimper.

"I will, Sherlock, I will but first I need you to drink some water. There we go, good Sherlock," John murmured and held the bottle with one hand while holding Sherlock's head with his other hand.

He managed to get Sherlock to drink half the bottle before the Omega refused until he was fucked. John knew the easy path out of this. The easy path was to not take the Alpha inhibitor, give Sherlock what he was begging for and fuck him. But with the drugs still pulsing through the Omega's bloodstream and corrupting his mental capacity, John knew he wasn't able to give proper consent. And John was not going to rape his friend which is what it boiled down to for him. John could manage this.

Digging through the bags again, John pulled out an Omega dildo with an active knot at the base. Confirming that it had batteries, John pushed Sherlock back to the bed and kissed him hard while easing the dildo into his leaking hole. John swallowed the moan that burst from the younger man's lips. Releasing his lips, John kissed and nibbled his way down Sherlock's body listening to the pants and groans coming from above him. He gently eased the dildo in further as he licked the pebbled nipple. Once he reached the leaking cock, John was slipping the dildo in and out quickly. The choked off cries coming from the flushed body under him were enticing to his Alpha who was not happy about the situation. Oh, it grudgingly understood the need; it could smell the chemicals flowing through the body. But it wasn't happy about the outcome.

Sherlock was moaning and panting as John sped up and Sherlock grabbed at John's neck. His blunt nails gouged sharply into the tense muscle and John flinched but didn't stop. John swallowed down Sherlock's cock and felt it hit the back of his throat. Sherlock jerked under his hands and clawed at John's upper back. Just as he felt Sherlock start to orgasm, John thrust the dildo in deeply and flipped the switch at the base of the toy to expand the fake knot. The full body spasm almost knocked John off the bed as Sherlock screamed and arched into the sensations. Come pulsed into John's mouth and he swallowed it down, humming as he did so. Sherlock's hands slid from John's neck and flopped weakly onto the bed. John straightened and left the knotted dildo in Sherlock. Brushing a hand over the back of his neck, it came back bloody which caused John to cringe.

Yeah, it was going to be a long few days.

(!)(!)(!)

Sherlock groaned and then wanted to groan again. Even groaning hurt. He immediately knew he was safe though. The sounds he could hear identified Baker Street; he smelled his scent everywhere. He was sprawled out on his front in his bed and he had no memory of how he got there. With his eyes still closed, he evaluated his body. Blanket over him and pulled up to his lower back; nude underneath the blanket. Slight muscle weakness all over his body. Generalized pain but focused around his shoulders, thighs, wrists and his arse. Dehydrated, he mused and swallowed tightly. He felt grungy; like he hadn't had a good full body wash in a few days.

Knowing he couldn't get any other valuable data like this. Sherlock slowly opened the eye that wasn't pressed into his mattress. His room eventually came into focus as well as one of his wrists. It was wrapped in a clean white bandage and he slowly drug his wrist towards him hoping that a closer inspection would give him clues.

"Sherlock?"

The man in question twitched before the voice registered. John, safe John. His arm curled under his torso and helped lift his upper body just enough that he could turn his head to look at the other man. John was reclining in a chair with a cup of tea in one hand and a book in the other. Upon reading the confusion on Sherlock's face, John set aside his tea and book to move and sit on the edge of Sherlock's bed. Taking the limp arm that still rested next to Sherlock's body, he felt for his pulse at his elbow while taking in Sherlock's expression.

"How do you feel?"

Sherlock slowly licked his lips and grimaced at how dry his mouth was.

"John," he croaked.

Understanding, John leaned forward and helped Sherlock roll over and stuffed a few pillows under his head and shoulders. Seeing that Sherlock was inclined slightly he collected a bottle of water from the nightstand and helped the younger man drink from it. Taking his fill, Sherlock sagged weakly against the pillows and groaned again as he clenched his eyes shut.

"Sherlock?"

Sherlock just grunted slightly and eventually opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling of his bedroom.

"What happened?"

John hesitated before going a safer route.

"A lot of shit. What do you remember?"

Sherlock's eyes narrowed as he struggled to piece together his memory. He was investigating a case, went to a warehouse, was knocked over the head and then it got hazy afterwards. He remembers heat, a burning heat, a throbbing need that was never satisfied; pain, both internal and external. But no memory that was clear or solid.

"I remember investigating a case at a warehouse...someone jumping me...then…" Sherlock tries to dig for the memories but they were dancing just out of his reach.

John nodded before standing. "That's okay. It'll take some time for the memories to come back. I'm going to get you some juice and then draw you a bath. I'll be right back."

John leaves the bedroom and Sherlock makes it a goal to actually be vertical and sitting on the edge of his bed by the time he gets back. Rolling onto his side, he braces himself with one hand and slowly pushes up until his elbow and arm can lock under him. Eyeing the edge of the bed, he slowly moves his legs towards it and freezes while biting his bottom lip at the sudden throb of pain that the movement caused. Taking a few shallow breaths, he moves slowly to the edge of the bed and pulls aside the duvet to look down at his body. Bandages were wrapped around his thighs and bruises decorated his hips and ribs. Eyeing a scattering of bruises at his left hip, Sherlock gently brushes his fingertips over the discolorations before recognizing the pattern. Using his own hand, he lays each of his own fingers over a bruise and despite the difference in size, it is a hand print. Someone gripped his hips hard enough to leave deep bruising. Swallowing tightly, he jerked his arm away and heard the water start in the attached bath.

John appeared in the doorway holding a tall glass of juice which he handed to Sherlock. Sherlock grabbed at it but his muscles were too weak to support the full glass. It started slipping from his grip but thankfully John anticipated the move and was there to catch it. Juice slopped over the edge and trickled down John and Sherlock's arms. Sherlock was appalled at his lack of grip and his expression must have been visible to John.

"It's alright, Sherlock. You've been down and out for a few days. It's going to take your body a few hours to come back online. Here, I'll help you," John said softly and supported the glass while Sherlock directed it.

Once the glass was empty, Sherlock started to feel a bit more steady. John helped him drink a bit of water before disappearing back into the loo. He reappearing quickly and squatted in front of Sherlock.

"There's a bath drawn. Let me know if you need help washing up. I'll bring you some pajamas and look over your wounds once you get out. Do you need some help getting there and into the bath?" John asked and kept his hand on the edge of the bed to keep his balance.

Sherlock noticed this and was thankful for John's insight. He wasn't able to tolerate uninvited touch right now. Sherlock evaluated the state of his body and his abilities up to now definitely suggested that he would need help. Taking a deep breath, he nodded and tensed slightly as John reached for him. John wrapped an arm around his waist and helped him stand where Sherlock wobbled for a moment before finding his balance. They moved slowly towards the loo and steaming bath. Next to the tub was a few bottles of water and a plate of sliced fruit with some chunks of cheese.

"I'm fine, John. You don't need to coddle me," Sherlock grumbled as John set him on the closed toilet lid.

"Yeah, well, when you can hold a glass yourself and walk across the room without wobbling, I'll stop coddling. Let's get those bandages off."

Sherlock watched as John carefully cut away the gauze from around his wrists and thighs. The injuries had started to heal so original injury occurred three to four days ago. As John finished unwrapping his right thigh, John's scent wafted up to Sherlock's nose and that combined with the sight of his injuries broke the barrier to his memories. Sherlock's head jerked back startled as the memories bombarded his mind.

Drugs being injected before he was stripped of his clothes and shoved into a small cage. Feeling a burning heat race under his skin followed by painful sensitivity. Slick started to trickle from his arse and moaning as his lower body clenched in agonizing need. Hands grabbing at him to drag him out of the cage and not being able to support his own weight as he was drug somewhere. He remembered the feel of steel being locked around various parts of his body and then fingers. Fingers probing and reaching deeply inside him. Words danced through his mind and a sickening Alpha smell. Not the scent he wanted or needed. Then John's kind eyes and face were there. Relief at the Alpha that he wanted and knowing he was safe finally. The Omega in him purred contentedly at the aroma of John.

Sherlock came back to John holding his face and calling his name. "Sherlock! Sherlock, focus on me and breath."

Sherlock suddenly realized he was close to hyperventilating. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears and the only thing he could focus on was the hands holding his face and the soothing scent of John. He never needed an Alpha to calm him down. What was wrong with him? His stupid and useless Omega side was taking over. He wrenched his head out of John's grip and glared over John's head at the door behind him. His fingers dug into the porcelain under him to ground himself.

"Leave, John."

In his peripheral vision, Sherlock saw John's confusion and his mouth opened to speak.

"Just...leave me be, John."

John's mouth closed and he swallowed before nodding. He stood and turned to the door.

"Alright. Uh, be sure to clean the injuries with soap. Once you dry off, call me and I'll-"

"I'll treat my own wounds and bandage them. I don't need you to help."

Sherlock didn't look at John as the older man nodded jerkily and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Sherlock breathed in the humid air and released his grip on the toilet under him. Sagging weakly to the side, he braced himself on the edge of the tub and rubbed his free hand over his face. Dropping his hand to his lap, he stared blankly at the still water in the tub before carefully moving towards the tub. He slowly lowered himself into the steaming water and hissed softly as the water lapped over his injuries. Once the pain faded, the heat from the water soothed his muscles and he groaned at the blissful feeling. Twisting his knees to the side, he was able to keep his entire lower body submerged under the water. He wished he could sink completely under and just disappear. Wipe the memory of the past few days from everyone's memories. Him, Sherlock Holmes, forced into a heat. Forced to beg for something he really didn't want. Forced to be needy and subjugated under an Alpha. The fact that it had been John to witness and help him through it was mortifying. He could only hope that John wouldn't let whatever he saw or heard color his opinion of Sherlock. Sherlock wouldn't let it affect him. He would lock it all away. Carry on like normal. Continue with the Work and ignore everything else.