Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Prostitute

by votraltesse

Mycroft decides to play a game where Sherlock must use his powers of seduction to do a series of test. Many ships. Some yaoi. You don't like you don't read. (( this will not be written again because I don't see the point. Feel free to read and message me if you think I should continue it))

1. The Game Is On

Chapter 1 : The Game Is On.

"BORED!" yelled Sherlock to no one really as Mycroft entered the apartment. "Are you ever

anything but brother?" smirked Mycroft as he sat in John's chair across from his curly haired brother. "There's not thing to do!" moaned Sherlock, "I long for the thrill of a case. Of the challenge. Of the game!" A playful sly smile crossed the older of the two's face, Mycroft had an idea. Based on recent events, the british government had the prefect way to amuse himself and stop everyone from putting up with his persistent whining. "Well, brother dear~ I have a fantastic challenging game we, well you mostly, can play."

"What is it?" beamed Sherlock jumping out of his chair and huge grin (much like a child in a candy shop) plastered across his face.

" Recently you've proven that your skill,brother dearest, lay not only in deduction but in seduction also."

The grin left Sherlock's face. A tidal wave of horror, confusion and lack of comfort came crash over he as he asked " W-what d-do you...h-have i-in mind?"

"I was thinking we could put your skills to the test. I choose who,where and when. You can deal with the how. As for why...ifyou succeed in all your tests I'll get you a dog. One like old Redbeard."

"Really?" said Sherlock, the childish smile returned to his handsome face. "Okay. Who,where and when?"

"Who: Anderson. Where: His Flat. When:. Tomorrow at no earlier than 6pm. I'll be busy until then." stated Mycroft. None of it was up for question.

"I can deduce that your other commitment is not work based. If fact I'd say you followed my advice and got yourself a `goldfish`...And I'd be right in saying that this person is called Lestrade. It's clear from your overall happy mood, the new tie, the smell of Mayfair cigarettes. Not your usually brand meaning you've been smoking someone else. Not to mention the red bite mark on your kneck-"

"That's enough Sherlock." spat Mycroft getting up and walking out. " I'll see you tomorrow."

Just than John walked up stairs only to be pushed aside by a blushing Mycroft. "The Game is on,brother." Called Sherlock from the other room. "What on earth is going on?" sighed John entering the apartment.