Dark and stormy night - a Sherlock bbc short
Author: Howlynn
Realm: Sherlock
Story Title: A dark and stormy prompt
Summary: This is for a prompt over on a Sherlock kink meme. Before RBF with non-canon backstory and a bit of twisty slash & BAMF John.
Character/Relationships: John/Mycroft
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Author note: Just a very short fill for a prompt. The first line was the prompt and I just had to have a little twisty motive - off camera fun. What if Sally were right about Sherlock, but he'd just never been caught? John and Mycroft give the end of season two RBF cliff hanger a whole new meaning. Slashy - but not lemony.
It was a dark and stormy night and Mycroft was alone in the house. He was sitting by the fire when he heard a mysterious ticking noise...no, the dropping of water on carpet.
"The rug you are dripping upon is valued at seventy-five thousand pounds. You know, John, I do have a door bell. It is located on the outside of my front door. You could ring it."
John pulled his drenched jumper off and tossed it on the floor. "What fun would that be?"
Mycroft sighed, he raised his eyebrow with a disapproving smirk. "It might keep you from being shot by my men?'
John removed his wet clothing, eyes locked on Mycroft. His skin glows in the firelight, and his face is calm as he stands there warming his chilled skin. He hangs up his wet belongings and naked, crosses to the chair leaning over and cupping Mycroft's cheek. "Your security holes are too enticing to pass up. I close them to keep you safe. You should really be more attentive to such things. Mistakes can get you killed."
Mycroft smiles, but there is sadness in his eyes. He shudders at the brush of John's lips. "What do you suppose happens when my brother discovers betrayal?"
"You let me worry about Sherlock. Sally would shit herself if she knew how right she is." John murmurs in the same tone as seduction.
"Is there nothing you fear?"Mycroft reaches up and tucks his finger under John's chin, drawing him down for a deeper kiss. John touching him is so distracting. This insanity should really end if he were not such an idiot every time he came within shouting distance of this man.
John works the buttons of the expensive waistcoat. He has such nimble hands. "I told you a year ago, you don't seem very scary. And I do live with your baby brother."
"A historically terminal situation. I worry. Constantly. Even I would never locate your remains."
John blinks in amusement."Yet your concern doesn't stop you from enabling him. Trust me, it will work out differently this time. Refocused, he will be your greatest asset."
"I hope you know what you are doing." Mycroft pulls John down into his lap and groans in anticipation.
John's hands are expertly unbuttoning Mycroft's bespoke trousers. "He will die for me, metaphorically of course. Keep him entertained and busy. He will never return to his old small life or worry about what became of the little boring Doctor in his frumpy old jumpers."
"God, you're amazing. John Watson. The man who fooled Sherlock Holmes." Mycroft says, breath deep and ragged with desire.
"Shhh. And loved him. Don't forget that part." John replies sincerely.
"That you find advantage in weakness never fails to astonish me."
"Mycroft? Please ,shut up. We don't have all night and I do keep my priorities in a certain order," John whispers as his hand slips past the elastic of Mycroft's pants.