Mycroft walked down the hall slowly towards his brother's room. He had no idea what to say. Sherlock was right. He hadn't been around for a while. He didn't know what it was like for Sherlock. Mycroft sighed as he reached the door of his brother's room before opening the door slowly.

"Sherlock, may I come in?" asked Mycroft as he peered around the edge of the doorframe into Sherlock's room.

Sherlock was sitting on his bed hugging his stuffed shark that Mycroft had gotten him for Christmas a few years back. Mycroft was surprised that Sherlock hadn't destroyed it in some sort of experiment or another. Sherlock hugged the shark tighter and looked down at his feet which were hanging off the edge of his bed. Finally he mumbled, "fnn"

Mycroft took that as a "fine" and walked into the room and shut the door behind him. He sat down next to Sherlock and sighed.

"Sherlock, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, and you were right. I haven't been here for you, but I am now." He reached out his hand and placed it on Sherlock's shoulder. Sherlock scooted closer and suddenly wrapped his arms around Mycroft.

"Don't go My. Please don't go. Don't leave us again like Daddy did." He looked up at Mycroft with wide pleading eyes.

Mycroft pulled Sherlock closer. "I have to go to school Sherlock."

"But it's so boring without you."

"What about the kids at school?"

"They're all idiots."

Mycroft understood how Sherlock felt. Everyone else at school was boring. Everyone except for Oliver. Oliver was…perfect. He was interesting, smart, funny and he always knew what Mycroft needed, even when Mycroft himself didn't know.

"My?" said Sherlock, tugging at his sleeve.

"Hmm?"

"Wanna see my marshmallow guns?"

"Yes. I'd love to." Said Mycroft with a smile.

They spent the next 45 minutes shooting marshmallows at each other and ducking and rolling behind the various chairs and things in Sherlock's room, and having a blast. It was as if nothing had happened earlier. They were just two brothers goofing around.

Oliver heard the laughing from down the hallway and made his way towards the laughter. When he opened the door he hadn't expected to see Mycroft and Sherlock lying on the bed next to each other, marshmallow guns in hand, and marshmallows in their mouths, giggling like little girls.

"Hey guys. It's dinner time."

"Dinner?" asked Mycroft with a mouthful of marshmallows.

"Yeah, dinner? Who needs dinner? Not hungry" giggled Sherlock and he struggled to keep the handful of marshmallows that he had tried to stuff into his mouth all at once from falling out of his mouth onto the bed.

Mycroft sighed and sat up. "Come on Sherlock. Mummy will be expecting us down. Thanks Oliver."

Sherlock sat up and hiccupped which only sent him and Mycroft into another fit of laughter. Oliver walked over to Mycroft and offered his hand. Mycroft took it and Oliver pulled him to his feet.

"Hey Sherlock, why don't you go ahead and tell Mummy that Oliver and I will be right down?"

"You two want to kiss don't you?" asked Sherlock.

Mycroft sighed. Of course Sherlock would know.

"Yes, now shoo."

"Ew. Kissing is gross." Said Sherlock as he got up. As he walked out of the room he looked over his shoulder and smiled at Mycroft. Mycroft smiled back and then Sherlock was gone.

"Come here you." Said Mycroft, as he pulled Oliver closer. Oliver moved his hands to cup Mycroft's face as he pulled him in for a kiss. Mycroft groaned as he felt Oliver's tongue trying to pry his lips apart. He parted his lips and felt Oliver exploring; their teeth and tongues clashing. Mycroft let his hands fall to Oliver's waist and he pulled him so that they could feel each other's arousal through their trousers. Oliver began to rub himself against Mycroft; seeking more friction.

"Oh god, Mycroft. Please." Moaned Oliver, "so close. Need you."

Perhaps it was his partners words, perhaps not, but Mycroft stilled and untangled himself from his lover's limbs. "We can't do this here." He said panting.

Oliver groaned, "Ugh. You're right. Shit." He ran his fingers through his hair and made a face at Mycroft.

Mycroft laughed and straightened his clothes. This would, once again, have to be put off until later. After they had a few minutes to cool down Mycroft took Oliver's hand in his and they walked downstairs to dinner where, he knew, a curious Sherlock awaited them.

"Oh no. You two did not just shag in my room did you?" asked a horrified Sherlock as they entered the room. Oliver blushed. Mycroft calmly answered, "No." as he leaned down to kiss his mother on the cheek. Sherlock huffed.

Dinner was long. Oliver had recently decided that he had enjoyed petting Mycroft's leg in public. Mycroft, of course, didn't mind since it always led to more enjoyable activities later, but dinner that night was excruciating. Mycroft supposed it was because of their earlier activities. He clenched his fist as he felt Oliver's hand working its way up his thigh.

"So Sherlock," asked Oliver, face completely calm, "how did you know that Mycroft and I were sleeping together?"

Sherlock smirked, "I saw you when you got out of the car. Well you two were holding hands, and Mycroft's lips were unusually pink. It was obvious."

Of course Sherlock had been watching. Mycroft involuntarily squirmed as Oliver gave the growing bulge in his trousers a squeeze.

"Mummy, if you don't mind. Oliver and I are going to go to bed. It's been a long day."

"Yes dear, you two must be awfully tired."

Mycroft stood up and followed Oliver out of the dining room to the staircase.

"Oh and darling!" called Ms. Holmes, "don't forget protection!"

Mycroft blushed and Oliver just laughed and grabbed his hand as he dragged Mycroft up the stairs to their room.

As Mycroft closed the door, Oliver turned around and shoved Mycroft against it. He pressed his lips to Mycroft's softly at first then with more force. Oliver kissed around Mycroft's ear which elicited a hiss.

"Yess."

Mycroft reached up and buried his hand in Oliver's hair. Oliver licked and nibbled at Mycroft's neck the way he knew he loved it.

"Oh god, Oliver please" panted Mycroft

Mycroft pulled on Oliver's hair so that he could see his face. He pressed his lips against Oliver's and slipped his tongue between his eager lips. Mycroft could feel Oliver's arousal pressing into his thigh. He reached down and began to fumbled with his partner's belt as he was being thoroughly snogged within an inch of his life. Oliver reached down and placed his hands on Mycroft's.

"No love, not tonight. Tonight I'm going to give you the best blow job of your life and then I'm going to bugger you senseless. How does that sound?" asked Oliver, as he undid Mycroft's belt and slipped a hand inside of his trousers. He cupped Mycroft through his thin shorts. Mycroft thrust into his lover's touch.

Oliver removed his hand from Mycroft's trousers and began to work on Mycroft's shirt.

"Why do you wear these shirts with so many buttons?" mumbled Oliver.

"Here, let me do it. I'll be faster. Take off your shirt."

Oliver gladly removed his t-shirt and threw it in the corner of the room by their suitcases. Once Mycroft had unbuttoned his shirt Oliver ran his hands over his chest. He kissed Mycroft quickly on the lips before kissing a trail down Mycroft's body, paying special attention to his nipples, and stopping where the trail of hair that led into Mycroft's trousers stopped. Mycroft groaned and looked down at Oliver.

He was beautiful. On his knees in front of Mycroft, just kissing around the waistband of his trousers.

"Please Oliver, now."

Oliver smiled up at him as he worked Mycroft's pants down so that he was just standing in his shorts.

Oliver loved seeing Mycroft like this- his shorts struggling and straining to keep Mycroft's arousal contained. He slowly reached up and began to drag the cloth down. Mycroft's cock sprang free of its confines and slapped against his belly, leaving a trail of precum behind. Olive grinned wickedly up at Mycroft before delivering a teasing lick to the engorged head. Mycroft let out a groan which he hadn't intended to, but that was what he loved the most about Oliver: he made him lose control.

Oliver ran a thumb over the tip of Mycroft's cock and then, without warning, swallowed him down whole. Mycroft nearly came. He loved how Oliver seemed to have no gag reflex. He reached out and placed a hand on the back of Oliver's head and pulled on it a bit. Oliver hummed happily around Mycroft's cock. Mycroft pulled back and began to slowly thrust in and out of Oliver's mouth.

Oliver loved how Mycroft felt inside his mouth. How his jaw had to stretch to allow for Mycroft's member to slide in. He loved how Mycroft would thrust in and out, always careful to not choke him. He reached up and placed his hands on Mycroft's hips to still them. He slid his lips off of Mycroft with a pop and smiled up at Mycroft.

"I love you like this, so undone."

Mycroft moaned and gently pushed Oliver's head back towards his crotch.

"Impatient are we?" chuckled Oliver as he nuzzled Mycroft. He then wrapped his hand around Mycroft's cock and began to slowly work his hand up and down. Mycroft began pumping up into his fist. Oliver leant in and ran his tongue along the underside of Mycroft's shaft and then swirled his tongue around the tip. Mycroft gasped.

"Please. I need- more. Please. Oh god. Hnnnngg. So close."

Oliver swallowed Mycroft down to base again and reached up to give Mycroft's balls a squeeze. That's all Mycroft needed, he felt the familiar tightness and tingling in his balls, and soon he was thrusting and spilling his semen down Oliver's throat. Oliver sucked and pumped Mycroft dry. Once Oliver released Mycroft's spent cock Mycroft felt his knees give out and he slumped to the ground panting. Oliver crawled next to Mycroft who wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close to his chest. Oliver listened to Mycroft's heart beat as he came down off his high. Mycroft traced shapes across Oliver's chest contently and kissed the top of his head. Oliver tilted his head up and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Okay love?"

"Yes. Definitely okay."

"Good. Ready for round two?" asked Oliver as he untangled himself and stood up. Mycroft noticed that Oliver still had his trousers on and was sporting a rather impressive erection. He smiled and stood up.

"Ready when you are." he replied, as he let himself be led over to his bed.