Author's Note: For those who enjoyed my first foray into Johncroft, a sequel was requested. I really wasn't sure I ever intended to write one BUT then Spades (FF) sent me the most wonderful review full of excitement over the story. She then proceeded to (I Swear!) Breed the Evil little plot bunnies and virtually Hurled them at me via PMs! Whereupon my brain simply Ran away with them and Now, Here is the start of our sequel! My most Gracious Thanks to Spades for all the encouragement, reading, suggestions, and excitement that have kept me writing this tale! She's a Right fair writer herself so you should give her a read sometime as well! :-D For those fans of the odd pairings, I hope you enjoy!
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John wrapped the black silk robe more snugly around him as he gazed out of the manor's Gothic style windows to the grounds below. It looked to be the start of a beautiful day as the sun drove the morning fog from the perfectly manicured gardens. John wasn't even aware of the smile on his face as he lost himself in thoughts and memories. It had been a wonderful weekend here at the country house, a rare chance to get away from the demands of the city and just be alone with Mycroft. He often felt he needed to pinch himself, as though this idyllic life he had now would turn out to all be a dream. Hard to believe he had been prepared to die only a year ago, before Mycroft saved him and literally changed his life. He was happier now than he had ever hoped to be. Yes, London was calling them back soon enough, back to the townhouse, the flat. and work but John was determined to enjoy the last remnants of this weekend, including being royally fucked in the shower by Mycroft. As he shifted his weight from one foot to the other the subtle shift of the thick plug in his well-fucked ass kept John in a constant state of subdued arousal as he recalled their earlier activities. He would never have dreamed the changes his relationship with Mycroft would bring about but remained grateful. What started as a physical relationship and one-sided love affair, had truly grown into mutually returned love and affection. John found himself in a reflective mood on this anniversary, recalling the journey he and Mycroft had taken together and what he wished to do about it now.
Long arms snaking around his waist broke the reverie of his mind as a soft, warm kiss landed behind his ear. John happily leaned against the warm chest behind him and shuddered as Mycroft's silky voice caressed his ear.
"What has you so distracted this morning? You didn't even hear me come in and get dressed."
John turned in the circle of arms and brought his own up to wrap around Mycroft's neck, smiling as he teased his lover. "I was just thinking of this great weekend I once had and the most amazing sex ever," he sighed dramatically, "Just the best ever…..I really, Really should look that guy up again."
Mycroft smirked, well used to John's cheek by now, "Mmm...yes. Anyone I should know?"
John gave up the tease with a chuckle, "I certainly hope so." Tugging gently and raising up himself up he claimed Mycroft's lips for a kiss. He truly intended it just as a quick kiss but funny things happened when they came together. John still couldn't believe his luck or the amazing chemistry he and Mycroft shared. So he couldn't say he was surprised when Mycroft took control of the kiss and deepened it.
Mycroft simply couldn't resist John, naked except for black silk, and wrapped in his arms kissing him. With his left hand in John's hair, he tasted the willing mouth deeply. Drinking John in like a thirsty man in the desert seeking water, even though he had just had him most thoroughly half an hour ago. A whole year and he was convinced he would never get enough of John. His right hand roamed possessively over the strong back coming at last to grope the magnificent silk covered ass. John was already moaning softly into the kiss, his renewed erection pressing into Mycroft's thigh. When his fingertips brushed the edge of the plug he had put in John after their round in the shower, he couldn't resist. Cupping his hand fully over the base and pressing the plug deeper over and over in a pulsing motion, drawing John tightly into his body as he did so.
John ripped himself away from the kiss moaning loudly at the stimulation and grinding his erection into Mycroft. "Oh God My! Ohhh….yes...more, Please more!"
Even now John remained immediately responsive to Mycroft's touch. He continued the slight push and pull to John's ass as his lips and tongue traced over the throbbing pulse in the throat before him, delighting in the trembling body he held. Lowering his voice in a way he knew drove John wild he murmured urgently against his ear, the hot panting respirations of John's arousal puffing against his cheek as he spoke. "Do you know how much pleasure it gives me to think of you walking around all day like this? Going about your work, your patients unaware that the unassuming doctor has a plug up his ass keeping him filled with his lover's cum. Being able to show up and fuck you whenever I want, wherever I want because you are always ready for me. It is the most sinfully decadent pleasure of my day John." John could only whimper in response, still grinding his hips urgently. Mycroft knew he was close but couldn't have him come this way as he was already dressed in his suit. Deciding on an alternative course of action he quickly spun John around against the window. "Hands on the frame John, spread your legs a little," he commanded and John immediately complied. Pressing himself along John's right side, he used his left hand to continue pulsing the plug against the prostate while he used his right hand and the end of the silk robe to grip the leaking cock and begin stroking steadily.
John groaned loudly, the sensation of the soft cool silk and Mycroft's firm grip slipping over his hot hard erection, coupled with the plug pressing against his prostate, brought him rapidly to the edge. Even when not actively playing Mycroft's training still held him back, panting and aching to come.
Ever attentive, Mycroft was quick to sense the need, "Don't John. Don't hold back. I want to see you. Let it go John…..come for me."
John sighed and came with a cry, arms shaking against the window frame and legs trembling, but as always Mycroft was there and held him through it. It was an unexpectedly amazing orgasm. As soon as John's ragged breathing slowed, he exclaimed in wonder, "God My what you do to me," before pulling Mycroft into another scorching kiss.
When they parted Mycroft smiled, "I can assure you the feeling is quite mutual John. Now perhaps you can assist me as well love. I should like to make it to the office without a certain impediment."
Taking in the impressive erection tenting the expensive trousers and his soiled robe rapidly congealing into a cold clammy mess, John quickly assessed his options. Locking his eyes with Mycroft's, his hands reached for the belt securing his robe. Slowly he untied the robe and parted it over his chest, letting it fall to the floor in an inky puddle behind him John fell to his knees without another word. Mycroft didn't bother to hide his appreciation as his cock twitched in response at the sight. Making short work of the trousers fastenings, John soon had the swollen cock in his hand stroking lightly. Smiling he finally replied, "It will be my pleasure," before taking the cock in his mouth and beginning to suck. He knew just how to bring him off quickly; teasing his tongue against the frenulum and swirling it around the head, taking him deep, humming low in his throat and swallowing around the length, but he knew what would give Mycroft the fastest release. Pulling off with a wet pop he looked up, "Use me My. Fuck my mouth and throat…...fuck me hard and let me taste you."
Mycroft didn't need to be told twice, the sight of John naked at his feet swallowing his cock was one of his favorite thrills and had him on edge almost from the start. Taking a firm hold on either side of John's head he rubbed the tip of his leaking cock along those red, swollen lips until they parted for him, then he thrust deep into the moist heat and held it there. He loved seeing his cock buried deep in John's throat and he reached around to stroke against the distended area. Cupping John's jaw with one hand he began to fuck in and out with quick, sharp, deep thrusts. John had improved even more this year and took him deep in his throat without distress, the flaring of his nostrils as he breathed through his nose still an absolute turn on for Mycroft. He watched his large cock disappearing over and over into John's wet suckling mouth and found his release rapidly. With a loud groan and a grunt he poured his cum down John's throat in long, shuddering pulses. John pulled off, gently sucking him clean before tucking him back into his pants and fastening his trousers. Mycroft offered his hand to help John off of the floor and couldn't resist a quick kiss to taste himself on the others tongue. Sadly, duty was calling so he forced himself to pull away. Retrieving his jacket from the foot of the bed he addressed plans for the day.
"Will you be riding in with me? I have an early meeting with the French ambassador to get to."
John casually leaned against the window completely unabashed in his nudity, "No not today I'm afraid. I don't have any early appointments so I was planning to have breakfast here before heading back to town. I have some things to tend to before tonight but I'll be in to the Diogenes later. Maybe we can have lunch or tea if that works better with your schedule. But you definitely have tonight free right?" He had asked Mycroft especially to arrange to be free tonight. He wasn't even sure if Mycroft realized what day it was but he had made special plans for them at 221B, returning them to where it all began.
"Certainly John. I have cleared my schedule this evening and early tomorrow even. My engagements today will rule out lunch I'm afraid, but tea should be a possibility.
John smiled his broadest, happiest smile, "Then I shall look forward to it." With a quick kiss and a swat to his rear, John urged Mycroft out the door. "Now get going before that bed becomes far too tempting again! I will see you later."
Mycroft chuckled as he returned the kiss, "Indeed, my dear. Indeed!" He gathered his things and left quickly because the temptation was a very real possibility. Leaving John to dress, eat, and contemplate the day.
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John dressed quickly after Mycroft left because he actually did have things to see about. Tonight had to be perfect. He packed up what he needed to take back to town with him and, with a last wistful look around the room, carried his bag downstairs to see about breakfast. The staff would normally prepare something but John had actually asked Mycroft to give them the weekend off so they could be truly alone. Besides, he enjoyed cooking for Mycroft. Since the staff wouldn't be back until later this morning, John whipped up a quick omelette, toast, fresh fruit and tea for himself and sat at the kitchen counter to eat. The dining room was just too large for him alone. As he ate he found his mind recalling the past year again, it was not a smooth road from then to now but well worth the journey.
Mycroft had learned early on that John would need more care and attention than he had even anticipated to be able to recover from the trauma of Sherlock's death. He worked from home for the first week to help John acclimate to the house and routines as well as set up his outpatient counseling. John was still emotionally fragile and often needed Mycroft's dominance to reassure him and ground him. Being able to submit completely to Mycroft freed him from the constant torment of his mind, he could simply stop thinking at all and just be in that space knowing that he would be safe and protected. His trust in Mycroft had become complete very quickly and he looked to him for guidance anytime he felt unsure. The frequent sex and orgasms exhausted him enough to allow him to sleep well for the first time in months, his color improving and the dark circles under his eyes disappearing.
It was five days before Mycroft found out about the dreams, summoned from his study by the screaming from a supposedly napping John. He was confronted with John thrashing around the bed, sweating, crying, and screaming, "Sherlock, NO!" and "STOP! JUST STOP!" along with the softer, "Please don't leave me behind!" and the nearly whispered, "I love you." Mycroft knew John still loved Sherlock, that he still suffered and grieved, he simply had not been faced with the depth of it before. No wonder John had wanted to escape so badly he had nearly killed himself. Mycroft knew when he started this that John didn't love him, but he loved John enough to do this because he needed him to survive. Without another thought he crawled into bed with John. Wrapping his arms around him and putting one leg over his, he spooned him snugly against his body to stop the thrashing and began to speak calmly and softly into John's ear. "Shh..it's okay John. I'm here, I'll take care of you. You'll be okay now. Shh….calm down." He had unconsciously started to rock back and forth holding John trying to soothe him. John never woke up fully but gradually calmed, easing out of the nightmare. When John did wake up he was surprised to find Mycroft dozing next to him but remembered nothing about the nightmare.
Mycroft alerted John's therapist and arranged to work from home another week.
It wasn't until he returned to the office the third week that he found out about the eating problem. John had given no indication of any such problem while Mycroft was home, and he had breakfast with him every morning before he went to work. He kept tabs on John during the day via video and check-ins with the staff. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, John still did little with himself beyond roam the house and sit in a chair pretending to read a book. He avoided the television or the newspapers for fear of seeing more headlines about Sherlock, but he simply had no motivation to do anything else. So it came as an unsettling surprise to receive a phone call from his head of security alerting him that John was being taken to the hospital after being found unconscious on the bedroom floor. At Mycroft's near frantic questioning, the man assured him that there were no injuries on John nor any pills around. It appeared he had simply passed out but they didn't know why. The hospital determined John was dehydrated, anemic, and hypoglycemic, all of which contributed to him passing out. They would be keeping him overnight to give some fluids and nutrients. John would not meet Mycroft's eyes nor would he answer any questions no matter what tactic he tried. Something was going on and he had to find out what. Leaving John in the care of the hospital, Mycroft went home to question his staff. No one could tell him anything unusual until he got to the maid. She told him that John was sick in the bathroom every morning after he went to work and if he managed to eat anything during the day he was usually sick after that as well. When asked why she hadn't reported it, she said she simply thought John had a virus of some kind. So either John was forcing himself to be sick or his grief and anxiety combined were making it difficult for him to actually stomach food.
When Mycroft returned to the hospital he was able to confront the matter more directly, questioning John about the maid's report. John was stubborn and evasive not wanting to answer the questions. Mycroft finally resorted to binding his wrists and clasping his neck to ground him before ordering him to answer the questions. It had all boiled down to anxiety and fear. Right now John was relying on Mycroft far more than he even realized, believing he was the only thing keeping him alive day-to-day. When Mycroft returned to working in the office, John was left alone with his thoughts in the large townhouse. It didn't take long for the dark pull of depressive thoughts to overtake him. He had become fearful that he would go in search of some other means of escape again. And that was just the first day. He was fine as long as Mycroft was there but as soon as he was alone the anxiety soared again. His stomach being already weakened from the previous months of grief and starvation simply couldn't handle the added anxiety.
Mycroft alerted the therapist once again and arranged to be at home with John through the end of the month. Mycroft made sure John ate well when he was with him and that he was able to keep it down. Anti-anxiety meds were prescribed and John's counseling appointments were scheduled more frequently to get him out of the house when Mycroft had to leave for work. Greg would come over more often during his off time, giving up on coaxing John out to the pub for now after Mycroft explained the effect the press and public still had on John. If his work consisted of mostly paperwork that day, Mycroft would take John with him to his office in the Diogenes for the day. Everything they could do to ease John's anxiety was done and in time he became more secure in his situation, the meds were gradually withdrawn, and the problem eventually resolved.
John shook his head in wonder remembering those rough first weeks. He didn't think he could ever thank Mycroft enough for being there through all of it for him.
It had taken weeks with the therapist and Mycroft's constant attention before John started to realize that he still had a life to live and that he could survive this all-consuming grief. As the months went by he came to rely on Mycroft more and more, allowing the Dominant/Submissive roles to structure their lives at home. He didn't go out much unless it was with Mycroft. He still saw Greg but preferred to have him come over for dinner, movies, or beer and a game. It had taken Greg a little while to get used to seeing John in Mycroft's home, hell he was still surprised John had agreed to it himself. Still John seemed content and looked better than he had in months, so Greg didn't push him about living there for now. As Mycroft promised, what they shared between them was kept very private, even Greg, being in the house, was still not aware of the relationship John had with his keeper, as Greg liked to refer to him. This lasted about four months until John began to feel guilty because Mycroft was so much more than his keeper, he gave so much of himself to John and did so much for him. John discussed his feelings with Mycroft then finally told Greg about their relationship, not all of it of course but that they were together anyway. Greg had been shocked to say the least and tried to accuse Mycroft of taking advantage of John, until John stopped him point-blank explaining that he would be dead without Mycroft's intervention and affection. Greg calmed after that and soon accepted the relationship easily. That was when John first knew he was falling for Mycroft.
He and Mycroft had explored the extent of their need to be Dom and sub together. While Mycroft was very clearly a Dom, he thought perhaps John would like to explore it as well given his military background. John definitely had some Dom tendencies but had no desire to try them on Mycroft. Mycroft even offered to take him to a club where he could try them out on willing subs. John hadn't wanted to when their relationship was so new but before the year was out they had explored John's Dom traits quite extensively at some exclusive clubs in London and on their occasional travels to other parts of the world. Mycroft would observe and participate as John wished on those occasions but they kept intercourse strictly to themselves. John was still hesitant to go to a club publicly as Mycroft's sub but wouldn't put it out of the realm of possibility at some point.
Mycroft had taken him shopping one day at a very exclusive shop catering to the BDSM community. He lived up to the threat he made that very first day, buying John a matching collar and cuffs of thick, golden caramel brown with gold buckles and heavy gold rings on the front and back of the collar. The set came with a matching gold choke chain or leash as one chose to look at it. John insisted on having Mycroft's initials monogrammed into the set, imagining having Mycroft take him to the club as his sub someday and wearing them. He nearly insisted on wearing them home from the shop but waited until they got home before stripping naked and begging Mycroft to put them on him. And a very pleasurable night that was too.
Sometimes John found he simply wanted the reassurance of having the collar on even if they weren't playing at the time. He didn't even think he could explain it to anyone beyond he and Mycroft, it was about far more than sex. There had been so much doubt and feelings of inadequacy after Sherlock's death. If he was a better friend Sherlock wouldn't have jumped. If he was a better doctor he would have seen the signs of Sherlock unraveling. If he had only told Sherlock he loved him he would have stayed. His whole world had exploded into chaos the moment he lost Sherlock.
Mycroft made it better. He gave John truth and honesty, safety and security, tenderness and love, a solid relationship that valued him for the person he was and not for what he could be or do for Mycroft. At home he was a lover and a sub, but outside Mycroft had given him new purpose. When they travelled John went as Mycroft's personal bodyguard, complete with a legally registered firearm and ongoing training and workouts to keep his skills sharp. While Mycroft could defend himself easily, John made sure he never had to. Mycroft had also helped him get set up as a concierge doctor, able to work as he chose seeing exclusive clients that paid well. This also allowed him to be available to The Diogenes club for dignitaries in need of medical assistance or in some cases clandestine operatives who needed medical attention off of the books, and occasionally the added bonus of sex over Mycroft's desk as well. Both things were stimulating and different from anything he had done before but utilized his history, training, and skill set to their greatest potential. He was never bored, never despaired over his life anymore. Emotionally and physically he was happier than he had ever been before.
The collar came to symbolize that stability to John and he found it comforting to have it on. John would wear it while he and Mycroft simply watched a movie together; Mycroft found he enjoyed it as well, rubbing his thumb along the collar marking John as his while they watched. When they discussed it between themselves, Mycroft admitted that he had never thought he would have someone who just needed him the person...the man, someone not just after what his government connections could provide for them. Someone he could love and take care of, to enable him to indulge the nurturing tendencies he had and have those feelings returned as well. Seeing the collar and his initials on John stirred intense protectiveness and affection in Mycroft, as well as pleasure. As the months passed they found it wasn't necessary all the time, as John got better and his feelings for Mycroft grew he found he just wanted to be themselves sometimes, to know each other man to man and not just Dom to sub.
They had been together eight months when John knew he loved Mycroft and told him so during a rare weekend away in Paris. Mycroft who had risked his heart and world without the guarantee of ever having his feelings returned was so overwhelmed that he found himself quite unable to speak for a time, but John understood. He made love to Mycroft for the first time on that trip with all the tenderness and attention that "Three Continents Watson" was ever known for. And if the joy of said lovemaking brought them both tears as they reached orgasm together, then that is indeed a memory worthy of two people in love. John knew then that he didn't want to ever be without Mycroft by his side.
His recollections scattered as the sound of a throat being cleared broke the silence. The driver had returned to take him back to town.
"Ah..hello Clarence," John rose to clear his breakfast quickly, "Sorry I didn't hear you come in, why don't you take a break, grab a cuppa while I gather my things, yeah?" Even after a year John found it hard to adhere to stiff formality with the staff, especially when Mycroft wasn't around. Clarence, however, was a veteran chauffeur and took John's relaxed attitude with grace.
"As you wish Doctor Watson, thank you." He moved to the kettle to prepare a cup of tea without further comment.
John knew the older man would appreciate the break so he didn't rush with his things. He actually only needed to collect a bag he had hidden from Mycroft for the surprise tonight, along with their bag of playthings for the evening as well. Once he had all the bags in the hallway, he made a trip to the bathroom largely to kill a bit more time so Clarence would get to finish his tea, then announced he was ready to leave. He always managed to time it well as Clarence was just placing his cup in the sink. Together they made their way to the garage, Clarence carrying two bags and John carrying one. They had gone through a non-verbal battle of wills when John started traveling with Mycroft over the bags. Clarence felt it was his job to load the bags and became offended if John did it for him. John saw no reason for the older man to wait on him if he could do it himself and thought he was helping. Mycroft saw what was going on, surprised that he would have to remind John that every person needs to feel useful. Properly chagrined John allowed Clarence to continue his job with the slight compromise of always carrying one bag. And if he tried to always grab the heaviest bag, well...Clarence didn't need to know that did he. Soon they were on their way, London was calling. London, Mycroft, and the future.
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John had Clarence drop him at the flat and arranged for him to return in a couple of hours. True to his word Mycroft had not kept John from Baker Street once he was stable. John still came here often to check on Mrs. Hudson, to hang out with Greg in a less formal setting, or even to sleep when Mycroft was detained at work and the townhouse seemed too large for him alone. Mainly he used the flat as his unofficial office in the fight to clear Sherlock's name. Mycroft had encouraged him to channel his anger at the public and the press over Sherlock's death into something more beneficial. John, Mycroft, and Greg had worked tirelessly through all of Sherlock's cases and notes detailing practically every deduction he made to solve each case. They proved Richard Brook was a fraud and that Moriarty was real. John used the flat to give interviews and meet key supporters in their cause and finally, just last month, he held a press conference on the steps on 221B to announce that Sherlock had been cleared of all charges. It was a bittersweet victory since Sherlock could not be here to share in it but John was satisfied that he had done well by his friend at last.
Today he cleaned the little that needed done, as the flat was much tidier these days. He set up the surprise he had for Mycroft before checking the food and wine in the fridge for any last minute items he may need to pick up while he was out. When all this was accomplished, he went into Sherlock's room, the only place Mycroft hadn't bothered to keep cameras. He checked the top bureau drawer for the items he had hidden there just reassuring himself they were safe and sound. At the front of the drawer lay a long narrow gift-wrapped box, his anniversary gift for Mycroft, though it would bring both a great deal of pleasure. He shuddered, happily anticipating tonight despite his nerves. The most important package ,however, was pushed far into the back corner of the drawer, behind the socks and underwear. John pulled out the small, square, black box, unable to resist looking inside and running his finger over the smooth rounded surface. He had always hoped to marry but could never have planned on the intended recipient of his ring. He had planned for tonight over the past four months, no easy task when you are trying to surprise Mycroft Holmes, and now the deed was almost accomplished. He sighed in contentment and smiled as he returned the ring to its hiding place preparing to leave the flat. Things to do and the sooner he got to them, the sooner tonight would get here. Locking the door behind him, he took the steps with vigor as he went down to meet Clarence yet again.