"Mrs. Hudson! Have you seen Sherlock? We have a case."
"No dear I haven't seen him but there is an odd smell around isn't there? Maybe he finally went out with someone!"
"I doubt that... I'll search the flat again. If he comes around tell me!"
John had already looked around the flat and called for his new roommate. It had been three months since he met the other man.
John was a beta and of course he couldn't smell the other out. He wasn't sure if Sherlock was an alpha or not... he was tall and looked kind of strong but he was just so odd. He's not a beta though because he's got a scent blocking collar. John's never seen him wear it but he's seen it laying around in his room.
John walked through the flat. He opened all the doors and ended up at Sherlock's bedroom door.
"Sherlock? Sherlock, we have a case! Are you in here?" John opened the door and heard rustling but didn't see anything moving.
"Sherlock are you in here?" John walked around the bed but there was no one.
"J-j-jo-John." A small squeaky voice said. It sounded like it was coming from the closet.
John turned and opened one of the closet doors to reveal the normally stoic detective curled up shirtless on a pile of clothes. Sherlock was sweaty and panting and looked absolutely terrified.
"Sherlock? What's wrong? Are you hurt? Where does it hurt? Do you need a hospita-'' John got down to his knees and started looking for a wound or bruise or anything that would suggest a hospital stay. He was cut short though.
"Johnnnnnn help me! My body it's not working right, I'm hot and and I'm wiggly and I want more clothes to pile and I want I want I want I want JOHN!" Sherlock started to wiggle and rub against the clothes and stare into John's eyes, tears creeping down his face.
John had never seen the detective so flustered. His eyes were clouded, his chest was flush, his stomach looked a bit pooched out, oh no trousers. Oh no trousers because Sherlock's pants were soaked with... oh...
Oh!
"Sherlock, I am going to ask you something and you tell me the truth." John said as his doctor brain kicked into gear.
"Johnnnn please please please please please yes I promise" Sherlock curled towards his best friend and kept his wiggling and rubbing.
"Sherlock are you in heat?" John said and put his hand on his shoulder. Sherlock pushed up against and nodded.
"I think soooo. I don't know John! I can't heat! I don't heat! I've never I've never heated before John! Help me! Am I in heat John? John I'm fixed! I'm fixed! I can't heat!" Sherlock was rolling now. Whimpering and crying. John knew these signs. He was a doctor for fucks sake he knows the signs of omega distress.
"Sherlock, you need to listen to me. You're going into distress and you'll have to be sedated or restrained if you don't listen. You don't want the hospital yeah?" John put his hands on the sides of Sherlock's neck, right over his scent glands. Instead of the soft spongy flesh that should be there he felt gappy empty space. It still got the others attention though.
"Don't wanna be asleep no no no I'll be good John I'll be good I'm scared" Sherlock grabbed weakly at John's wrists as his eyes teared up.
John nodded and brought himself closer to the detective. What does a heat distressed omega need?
A nest, lots of physical affections and physical contact, water, nutrition drinks and electrolytes. He'll need a bath after.
John hushed and cooed at Sherlock until he calmed a bit.
"Okay Sherlock do you want me in your nest? You made such a good nest for the first time. Looks so nice and in a good snug place." John said. Omegas in heat like praise, Sherlock likes praise.
"Yes yes yes in John in nest" Sherlock said in a chopped up way that told John Sherlock was really really out of it.
John slipped his shoes and jumper off leaving him in just a plain white shirt on top. He scooted Sherlock around until the detective was laying across his lap with his head resting on John's chest. Everyone likes hearing a calm heartbeat of someone they trust.
"Sherlock this is your first heat right? You're doing so well, you made a nest and everything. Good job." John said and started petting down Sherlock's neck. John knew just sitting on someone's lap, feeling their body heat would help soothe Sherlock. Petting and rubbing where his scent glands should be and where a mate mark would go would relax him hopefully.
"'M fixed! I'm not supposed to heat, I'm fixed John I'm fixed" Sherlock said and looked a little panicked but his eyes were a tiny bit clearer and he was looking at John so that's a bit better.
John moved one hand to pet down Sherlock's chest. His nipples were puffy and his chest felt soft under John's hands. Normal. Good. Sherlock was having normal heat symptoms.
"What do you mean fixed? Can you explain? You're doing really well so far." John asked. He started rubbing Sherlock's sides and stomach. He must have eaten a lot before he crawled into the closet.
Sherlock pushed his head closer to John's heartbeat and tried to match John's breath. Natural behavior. Good normal natural behavior.
"I'm fixed John, like fixed. Spayed, neutered, surgery, castrated. I've had it all taken out John! I don't have a scent glands or or I thought I didn't have slick glands but but but I'm wet. John I've never been wet before I don't like it I feel soggy" Sherlock said as he wiggles a bit more. His hips start to move and buck. John's trousers are ruined. Sherlock has slicked all over him.
John continued his petting and rubbing working Sherlock's sides and stomach and neck and inner thighs. If Sherlock was fixed why was he having a heat? If he's never heated before he must've been fixed when he was young. Maybe medical? Maybe optional? Why was he having such a normal heat? Normally it would take two or three heats for them to get stable. Wait if Sherlock was completely fixed how would he cum? How would he soothe himself? John had dealt with fixed omegas before but never completely fixed like this.
"Johnnnnnn it hurts it aches John make it better John touch me" Sherlock whined and grabbed John's hand and pulled it to the front of his pants.
"Okay, okay Sherlock can we take these off? Let's get them off and let me see okay?" John said as he touched the edge of Sherlock's underwear.
Sherlock didn't hesitate to wiggle until he was completely naked and sitting facing John with his knees bent showing himself to John.
"John John John please keep petting me I'm I'm I need I need you to touch me John" Sherlock said as started rubbing his shoulders against a jacket hanging behind him.
John started rubbing Sherlock's slim legs while studying the... the disaster in front of him. The horror of the the...
the scarring, the tears, this isn't getting fixed. This was... mutilation.
There was a huge gnarled scar that reached from the base of Sherlock's member to his puffy hole. Another scar ran across where his sack should be sitting, wide and white.
The final scar was by far the worst looking. It started almost on Sherlock's lower back, . It looked cut deep and cut multiple times. It ran straight down to his hole and triangled on both sides. This was not done by a real surgeon.
Sherlock was starting to buck and wiggle his hips.
"Oh Sherlock... we're going to talk about this when you cool down and get washed up. But for now let's get you calmed." John said as he started to rub the very insides of Sherlock's thighs.
Sherlock calmed a bit and his hole gave a weak twitch and a small bead of slick peaked through.
"John John I need more please John I don't know how to do this! John please off off" Sherlock said as he started wiggling again but this time he grabbed at John's undershirt and trousers. John pulled his shirt off and wiggled out of his trousers. Sherlock automatically latched on straddling the newly exposed skin.
John rubbed at Sherlock's back and let the heating man rut up against his stomach.
"Sherlock you're doing very well. You're talking and asking for what you need, good boy. Good omega. Now do you have any toys?" John asked as he felt a small gush of slick leak out of Sherlock's hole.
"What does that mean, what toy?" Sherlock seemed much more coherent now. Probably between the increased physical contact and the rutting it's soothed his ache a bit.
"Toys like heat toys. Uh, like dildos or vibrators or knotting toys or anything like that. Do you have any of those?" John was really hoping he did. All omegas have at least one toy, just in case. You could buy heat kits at liquor stores for Pete's sake.
"No no no I don't do that I've never done that" Sherlock said and started rubbing his face on John's neck. John may be a beta and even with his lack of scent glands Sherlock probably found comfort in the feeling of John's pulse.
"Sherlock can I touch you?" John said and rubbed at the skin closest to Sherlock's cock. Sherlock shivered and nodded.
"Please, John, please. I don't know what to do." Sherlock whined and shifted his hips around which caused his cock to swing and hit John's hand.
The older man nodded and used one hand to grasp Sherlock's member lightly while running his other hand down to rub around the outside of the detective's hole.
Sherlock whined and shivered and ran his hands around John's neck and all over his chest and stomach. Sherlock's muscles gave away and John's finger easily slid into the warm slick heat. John was glad that the omega couldn't see his face. John frowned at the feeling. He could feel like scarring that webbed the walls of Sherlock's slick hole.
John soon found out that Sherlock could slick up pretty well. Although definitely not as slick as other omegas. John added another finger once Sherlock slicked up enough, and then a third once John found what must've been the little piece of what used to be his prostate. It didn't take very long for Sherlock to let out huffs and puffs and then a low screamy whine.
John kept his fingers rubbing at the rudely scarred walls until Sherlock was slack and relaxed. Sherlock was breathing evenly. When John looked down Sherlock looked so at peace, dead asleep.
He should sleep in his nest until he wakes. Then a chat and a bath.