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Seductions
"I just don't understand why you keep humouring him!" Sherlock exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "Just tell him to bugger off!"
John rolled his eyes, bored of the repeated conversation currently going on in the living room of 221B Baker Street. At least once a week, probably more often, Sherlock would pout and moan about John spending unnecessary time with Mycroft. It was common now, but John would be lying if he said he understood why Sherlock was making such a big deal out of it.
Sure, John knew that Sherlock and Mycroft didn't have a very good relationship. Actually, that was probably underselling the animosity between them. The point, John thought, was that his spending time with Mycroft wasn't actually affecting Sherlock, so why the hell was he bitching about it so much?
"Are you listening to me, John?"
"Sure. You're not saying anything that hasn't been said before though, Sherlock," John replied tiredly, his eyes on the newspaper. He idly flipped the page.
Sherlock sneered. "You know he'll get bored of you, right? Soon as you give into his seductions. Mycroft lives for the chase, and he looses interest as soon as he gets what he wants."
John sighed, closing the paper. "Sure. So you've told me. You seem to fail to grasp that I know your reservations, Sherlock, and while I'm touched that you seem to care about me getting hurt, I still don't understand why you're so down on this. I'm happy, Sherlock."
His words seemed to take the wind out of Sherlock's sails, and John watched him carefully as he seemed to deflate.
"When I was in university, I had a friend, okay? And Mycroft seduced him. Poor boy was completely overwhelmed, it only took a week for Mycroft to get him into bed. Then... Mycroft lost interest, and my friend was distraught. Fancied himself in love, or some nonsense. Anyway, he decided he wanted nothing to do with me after that because of his 'broken heart.'"
Finally, John had a dawning of understanding. He crossed the room, sitting down beside Sherlock on the sofa. He waited until his younger friend looked at him.
"You listen to me, Sherlock Holmes. Whatever happens between Mycroft and myself, it will never, ever, effect our friendship, you hear me? He could turn out to be the biggest bastard on the planet, he could shatter my heart into the most minuscule of pieces, and you'll always be my best friend. Okay?"
Sherlock nodded, his eyes suspiciously bright. John hugged him tightly for a moment, kissing Sherlock's temple gently. "Idiot. You could have just told me how you were feeling."
Sniffing, Sherlock just shrugged, but he seemed calmer, happier. John ruffled his hair as he stood up, heading for the stairs.
"Oh, and Sherlock?"
"Yes?"
"I gave into Mycroft's seductions weeks ago. Yet... we still have a date this evening. Maybe you're not the only one who's grown up, huh?"