Abduct the Necromancer

"Wooooow!"

Sherlock struggled, but couldn't push Miller away, instead being pinned down on the bed.As the kiss deepened, the tongue twitched in his mouth, entangled with his tongue from time to time, and each touch gave him a strange tingling sensation that spread from the tip of the tongue to his whole body.

Unswallowable saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth, and Sherlock felt the heavy and hot body in a daze, just pressing on him, but it seemed to melt him, making his limbs weak, and the strength of his struggle was getting stronger and stronger. Small.

After an unknown amount of time, Miller finally stopped the deep kiss, but he didn't intend to get up, and still held Sherlock under him.

Sherlock stared at the man with misty eyes, and cursed viciously: "You bastard! What are you trying to do, let me go!"

The corner of Miller's mouth was slightly raised, not only did not let go, but leaned down again and kissed him.

The deep and hot kiss made his whole body hot and limp. If it wasn't for his sanity, he might have completely surrendered to the man's aggression.Although he was unwilling to compromise, the struggle gradually subsided. He was powerless to shake the man's body, let alone stop the man's aggression, so he could only choose to temporarily obey.

After the kiss was finally over, Sherlock was panting heavily, feeling that Miller seemed to be pressing down again, he quickly covered the other's mouth and said loudly: "Are you enough? If I do this again, I won't go to the ninth floor!"

He smiled, and licked Sherlock's palm with the tip of his tongue, causing the mage to withdraw his hand suddenly, blushing, but Miller didn't do anything more excessive, just kissed him lightly on the forehead, and stood up.

"The reward is received, let's go to the ninth floor."

Putting on his clothes casually, Miller jumped out of the bed neatly, took Sherlock's hand and walked out the door, but when Sherlock, who had been "violated" twice just now, was touched by him, his whole body seemed numb. It was as numb as an electric current, making him throw away the man's hand in a hurry.

"I'll go by myself!"

Seeing his insistence, Miller smiled, shrugged, and walked towards the stairs.

Sherlock followed him angrily to the stairs, but the man stopped suddenly, causing him to bump his head on his back.

Holding his sore nose, Sherlock said angrily, "Why did you stop suddenly! It hurts me to death!"

Miller turned around and rubbed the tip of his nose for him with a good temper, "Sorry, but you can't go up this staircase..."

"What? Are you playing tricks on me?" Sherlock immediately screamed, "You want to play tricks!"

"Listen to me. I mean, you can't step on it, or the magic circle covering the ground will immediately release attack magic as soon as it detects that your magic wave is wrong." Miller patiently explained.

Sherlock was speechless, thankfully he did not rush in, but asked Miller for help.

"Then what shall we do?"

"I'll carry you up."

After Miller finished speaking, he picked him up horizontally and asked him to be careful not to touch the walls or handrails on both sides of the stairs.

Sherlock put his arms around the man's neck, although he kept saying in his heart that he did this to avoid the magic circle, but he couldn't help but blushed slightly.

After a while, the two came to the ninth floor, and there was also a transparent barrier at the entrance.Miller took his own badge and scratched the barrier, and the barrier opened immediately. He walked in with Sherlock in his arms, and put him down until he reached the first row of bookshelves.

"Thank you..." Sherlock's voice was as thin as a mosquito.

"You're welcome." Miller said so, kissing him on the cheek, still holding him in his arms.

Sherlock felt very uncomfortable and twisted his body to break free from the man's arms, but the man held him forcefully.

"What are you doing..."

"Don't move." Miller stopped him with a smile, "The entire ninth floor is covered with detection magic, you will be found as soon as you leave my side."

Hearing that Sherlock froze, he had some doubts, "You couldn't... lie to me on purpose, did you?"

Miller raised an eyebrow. "Do I need it?"

"...Okay." He still compromised.

The status of the Holy See has stood firm for thousands of years, and the library is their most important place, so he doesn't believe it without such strict defenses.And Miller didn't need to lie to him, if this man wanted to do something to him, even ten Sherlocks couldn't resist.

But the man's fiery embrace really made him blush, but Miller seemed to be a gentleman and didn't take the opportunity to do something.So they moved towards the bookshelf in such an "intimate" posture.

Before Sherlock picked up the book, Miller said again: "See this yellow mark? You can't touch this kind of book. If you want to read this kind of book and the book next to it, as long as it makes you touch it." If you come across it, you have to tell me, and I’ll get it for you.”

"Okay, I get it now."

After confirming that he was relieved, Miller let him find the book by himself. He still hugged Sherlock behind him, resting his chin on his shoulder, silently accompanying him.

Soon, Sherlock felt that Miller was not scaremongering. Normally, Miller gave him a gentle and friendly feeling, not at all like a powerful warrior, but at this time he vaguely sensed the oppressive force released by the other party. Aura of sex──This is the aura that Miller deliberately released coercion to cover up himself.

Feeling the warm breath on his face, Sherlock couldn't concentrate. He barely flipped through two books, and suddenly thought that Miller took the opportunity to peek at what he was looking for?I couldn't help taking a sneak peek, but found that he was closing his eyes, as if he was resting.

Sherlock was taken aback, apologizing spontaneously.

"Sorry, Miller, did I interrupt your rest..." he whispered.

Miller didn't open his eyes, just smiled, and said softly, "It's okay, I only need to sleep for an hour or two every day. I just think you definitely don't want me to know what you're looking for, so just take a rest."

"Oh... you're... sweet," Sherlock stammered.

Miller just chuckled and planted a light kiss on his cheek.

Sherlock finally calmed down and looked for the book, and occasionally asked Miller to help him with the book, or moved a little to the side.Miller really didn't look at what he was looking for as he said, but Sherlock couldn't help feeling that maybe Miller didn't need to look to know what he was doing.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he tilted his head and asked, "Are we going to look for books like this every day in the future? Then you can't rest?"

"No, tomorrow I will help you prepare something to hide your breath, and then you can move freely on this floor."

"Oh...Miller, hold that book for me."

Miller opened his eyes, took down the book he pointed to, and turned to the catalog page for the other party to check.Pressing against Sherlock's cheek, he suddenly asked, "Sherlock, what happened back then...would you hate the Holy See?"

Sherlock froze, but remembering that Miller said he recognized him before, and he knew what happened to him, he immediately relaxed and said lightly: "No."

"real?"

"Really." But he felt that Miller probably wouldn't believe it. After a moment of silence, he lowered his head and explained softly, "I hated it at the beginning, but after so many years, I also understand that light and darkness go hand in hand. And then the bishop was also punished and expelled from the Holy See, and that incident was rehabilitated, I think this is enough... Ah, turn the page for me."

"It's good that you can think like this..." Miller seemed relieved, and turned the pages of the book casually, "When I heard that you left the Holy See, I was very worried that hatred would lead you astray..."

Hearing this, Sherlock was slightly annoyed, "Hey! Don't speak in that elder tone! Also, what do you mean by "beginning"? You said it as if you knew me for a long time! Put it back, I've finished reading it." He pointed to the book in Miller's hand and said.

"I've known you for a long time, it's just that you don't know me."