Power Play: a Holmescest Smut
Rating: R :)
Pairing: BBC!Mycroft Holmes and BBC!Sherlock Holmes
Summary:
Sherlock doesn't want to take Mycroft's case. Mycroft decides he's had enough of his little brother's shenanigans, so he decides to teach Sherlock a lesson the hard way. BDSM coming up.
Why should I bother reading this?:
Because, let's face it, we all like mindless smut sometimes. And I might eventually turn this into something more than just a simple smut.
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"Sherlock, I need you to do this case!" Mycroft slammed his umbrella tip to the ground.
"Well, brother dear, I can't." Sherlock stood up straight, pushing himself up off of Mycroft's desk. "Find someone in that government of yours. Now I must be-oomph!"
Sherlock found himself falling forward, stopped only by a sharp shooting in his shoulder. Mycroft had him propped up at a slight angle using only the tip of his umbrella. Sherlock took on a fake saccharine tone, "Brotherrrrrr," he cooed.
Mycroft removed his umbrella quickly.
Sherlock barely had enough time to put his arms out in front of him and grasp the closest object he could, a table, in time to stop himself from falling flat on his face. He huffed a second, then propped himself up with one hand. He wiped a stray curl from his face. "I'm not...taking...your...CASE!" he seethed through gritted teeth.
"Oh, we'll see about that, brother dear," Mycroft mocked him as he stood up. The dark-haired man twirled his umbrella for a minute or two, then moved toward the heaving younger man.
Sherlock could feel his brother's green eyes staring into his own. "No," he raised his eyebrows at his brother, then smiled cheekily.
"You of all people should know, brother dear, that's it's not a good idea to challenge people who restrain you," Mycroft squatted down to Sherlock's eye level. The older man licked his lips before springing back up, backing away a bit, ever watching Sherlock's narrowing eyes.