Hello everyone 3rd chapter, I'm starting to be not too sure about my work please let me know if you like it :3
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"If you die Sherlock, I would die too."
"Are you sarcastic or romantic?"
Romantic.
Kisses, hugs, caresses, touches, looks, sex.
Romantic.
I love you brother-dear.
I love you little mine.
I love you big fat bastard.
I love you Mycroft.
I love you Sherlock.
"I love you Sherlock."
"I need them. Now."
"You know that I do and that you love me in return. For our sake. Stop it."
They slept together so many times when they were just children. Then when they grew up they stopped and then restarted.
As we were children.
We slept together just breathing and enjoying warmth. We slept together kissing. We slept together and I told you how much I love you . We slept together making love to each other. We slept together, I felt your cock in my body and your tongue in my mouth. We slept together face to face.
I love you Sherlock.
I love you Mycroft.
"I am just telling you the truth. I am nothing without you"
"Well that's very nice of yours"
Panic.
"Give it to me Mycroft! If you do care about me do give it to me!"
"I won't"
"You just said you love me! If you love me then give them to me! Right here right now"
"It's because I love you that I won't ever give them back to you"
"You fucking bastard! Stop it! You know that I feel them now! You know it perfectly don't you? They are here! They are eating me like termites! They'll eat my entire body for fuck's sake! How can you be so neutral? I can feel them running up my spine to my brain. They are eating every single part of me! My own thoughts are eating my brain, God, you can't feel them eating me!"
Sherlock's chest was now full of scratches. His nails dancing on his torso, his stomach, his nipples, his arms, his back, his face.
Tears.
Tears on Mycroft's face.
Tears in Sherlock's mind but too many other thing to care about too.
Tears on Mycroft's chins.