Author's Note: So this is going to be my first actual full length fic. It was actually inspired by my dear friend from tumblr (here's a link for her blog: ) . Basically it's about how John is upset and Mycroft goes over to him but Sherlock chases Mycroft away. Anyways, this fic has m/m kissing as well as f/f kissing. With a bit of talk about sex. If you don't like that you can leave.

I don't own Sherlock BBC or any of it's characters.

Pairings: John W/Sherlock H, Greg L/Mycroft H, Harry W/Clara, Mrs. Hudson/OC


John was sulking. John didn't sulk very often, only when Sherlock was ignoring him. John sometimes liked to think that he was always on Sherlock's mind. not that John was gay, he just liked being Sherlock's priority. But at the moment John didn't think he was very important right now. Or maybe that Sherlock didn't want him anymore. Whatever it was, it was making his head hurt thinking about it, and he needed a cup of tea.

"Sherlock, do you want some tea?" he called. Hearing no response he proceeded to make enough tea for two anyways. Wandering into the living room he put the tea in front of Sherlock, who promptly stood up and stormed out of the flat. Frowning, John sat down, the hurt clearly showing on his face.

"Oh dear, what's the matter between you and Sherlock? I heard him leaving." Mrs. Hudson said, sticking her head into the flat. John didn't respond and something dawned on Mrs. Hudson.

"Oh my, has Sherlock told you?" she exclaimed. John's eyes flashed with anger.

"Sherlock hasn't been talking to me." John snapped, turning away.

"Oh, i'm sorry dear. But don't worry, he'll come around" she replied with a bit of disappointment. But John's mind had already returned to Sherlock and he had stopped listening.

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Sherlock sat in his chair, a frown on his face. All he could think about was John. Not that he really ever thought about anything else. Sherlock had feelings for John, but how to express feelings was one of the things that he couldn't do. Being around John all day every day was driving Sherlock mad. He couldn't talk to John about anything, fearing that he might slip up and ruin his one moment to tell John how he felt. He heard John calling to see if he wanted any tea. Sherlock ignored him and continued running through different scenarios of him and John. Sherlock watched as John came in and plunked a cup of tea in front of him. Not being able to control himself, Sherlock got up grabbing his coat and flew out the door to see if he could get some help in figuring everything out. Pulling out his phone, he dialed his brother's number to let him know he needed to talk. Seconds later a sleek black car pulled up and the door opened. Sherlock climbed in and nodded to Anthea who nodded in return. The ride was silent with no other interactions between them until they reached their destination. Exchanging a second nod, Sherlock whisked himself out of the car and into the building. Sherlock wished that he didn't have to go to his brother for advice. He burst into the office and his brother gave him a glare.

"What do you want now, Sherlock? I have plans with Mummy and I mustn't keep her waiting," Mycroft drawled.

"How did you tell Lestrade you had feelings for him?" Sherlock asked without hesitation. Mycroft pursed his lips and glared.

"I don't think that's any of your business. Now if you would excuse me, I have to go," Mycroft stood up "I'll tell her you said hello."

"Fine! I'll just go ask Lestrade what you did," Sherlock sneered.

"Goodbye brother," Mycroft waved as he exited. With a sigh, Sherlock found his way outside to ask Lestrade everything.

Sherlock stormed into the Scotland Yard and into Detective Inspector Lestrade's office. Lestrade looked up from the paperwork on his desk.

"So how did my brother manage to woo you?" Sherlock said, pulling out his phone to check something.

"Sherlock, what the hell? How did you know? Who told you? Does anyone else know?" Lestrade spit out.

"It's totally obvious, no one told me, and no one else knows," Sherlock rolled his eyes "Now how did he do it? I'd like to know."

"Uh, he took me out to dinner and then we did- er, other stuff. Wait, why do want to know?" Lestrade's face was a picture of confusion.

"So you ate and had sex. I didn't realize it was that simple." Sherlock turned and opened the door, "And it's John. That's why."