Hello everyone! Happy Friday. MJCF and I are uploading today as she has to get back to college and I'm going to be working all weekend. Our other story, Second Star to the Right, will also be updated today. So keep an eye out for that email as well.

MJCF: Sherlock, Mycroft
Me: John, Greg
Shared: David

Warnings for this chapter: David cuteness that will make you go SQUEE, smut, dream sex, anal sex, marathon sex, mild BDSM, and Mycroft and Greg find out if Greg is pregnant or not (not that that's necessarily a warning, but consider it one given Greg was just violated and he's scared and Myc is scared and everyone is just scared).

Mycroft sighed softly, glancing at the bathroom doorway. He wanted nothing more than to go in there and hug his Gregory better but it was unlikely that he'd accept such a gesture. So instead he decided it was high time he paid his nephew a little visit.

Little David was currently being taught how to read. John had him sat on his lap and was reading a book far above his skill level seeing as they didn't have any children's books in the manor. David hung onto every word, absorbing everything. He didn't care that the book was too advanced. He just loved it when his daddy read to him. Mycroft moved into the room quietly, smiling sadly. He longed to have his own children but he knew when that day did come, if it did that was, it wouldn't be with Gregory. He sighed and sat next to David and John gently, not wanting to startle the pair.

John glanced over to Mycroft and gave him a soft smile. David gave a rather enthusiastic 'Hi!' and waved his little hand in his face.

'Hello, David.' Mycroft's lips twitched sadly. 'Mind if I stay and listen for a little while?' he asked softly.

'Yeah! Daddy read t' us,' he grinned brightly. 'Again! Again!'

'Again? You want me to start again?'

'Yeah! Unca Myc needs t' hear.'

John laughed softly and shook his head. 'Ok, I'll start again.' He flipped to the beginning of the book, which was a Charles Dickens novel, and began again. Mycroft closed his eyes and allowed John's words to wash over him. It was almost enough to make him forget what had occurred between he and Gregory. He was soon nodding off, his head resting on his chest and his wings wrapping around himself very much like a sleeping bird.

'Da, Myc seepy,' David said quietly. John looked up and smiled softly.

'Yeah. He's sleepy. And it's time for your nap too.'

'But I no seepy.'

'You will be, bud. Come on.' He stood quietly, placed the book back on the shelf, and went to Sherlock's room to check on him. He was still asleep, but granted he was being sedated regularly. His feathers were coming back in and his injuries caused by the brutish angels were healing nicely. He pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and allowed David to do the same.

'Papa wake up soon?' David asked John as they left.

'I don't know. I hope so. But Papa needs to get better. His owies need to heal before he wakes up.'

'Papa has bad owies. Hurt.'

'Yes, exactly.' John placed David in his crib and kissed him on the forehead. 'Get some sleep my little angel.'

'Ok. Night Daddy.' David pressed a kiss to John's hand and wrapped his wings around him, falling asleep within minutes. John breathed a soft sigh of relief. He turned the baby monitor on and grabbed the receiver, taking it with him into Sherlock's room and turning it on. He sat by Sherlock's bedside and grasped his hand, holding him close as there was little else he could do.

Sherlock felt a warm hand grasp his. He moaned in his sleep and his eyes slowly flickered open. He winced at the bright light that hit him. He could just about make out a blurred figure.

'H-h-hello?'

'Hey, love,' John sniffled, smoothing Sherlock's hair out of his face. 'How're you feeling?'

'John,' Sherlock chuckled weakly. 'I feel like hell. What happened? Is David ok? Please say yes.'

'David's fine. He's napping right now. I read some Charles Dickens to him which he really enjoyed.'

'Good,' Sherlock smiled. 'Our boy's coming on in leaps and bounds.'

'He certainly is,' John grinned. 'He's trying to walk now. He can move about if he has help, but I imagine it will only take him a few days until he can move on his own.'

'Wish I could be walking with him,' Sherlock wheezed, wincing slightly. They really needed to up his pain medication.

'Soon, love. You're coming along really well.' He noticed Sherlock's wince and frowned. 'Are you in pain? Do you need more meds?'

'I'm in fucking agony.' Sherlock winced again as a shot of pain shot through his body. 'Yeah. Can you get me something stronger please? Whatever they have me on isn't really working for me.'

'Of course. Be right back.' He kissed Sherlock's forehead and went to find one of the on call nurses. He returned a few minutes later and the nurse smiled politely at him.

'Hello dear. I understand you need some stronger pain medication. Before I do that, I need to know how much pain you're in. So, on a scale of one to ten, ten being the most unbearable pain imaginable, how much pain are you in?'

'It feels like hell hounds are tearing me to shreds,' Sherlock groaned. 'I'm fairly sure that registers as a ten.'

'Hell hounds?' The nurse frowned. 'That's never good. Be right back.'

'Hell hounds, John,' Sherlock gasped out to the man still stood by his side. 'They're complete dickheads.'

'I would imagine,' John frowned, taking Sherlock's hand in his. 'They have to deal with the idiots and morons in Hell. I'd act like a dick too if I had to be around them for the rest of eternity.'

Sherlock chuckled but it soon turned into a coughing fit. His body flailed upwards and he let out a choked sob of agony.

'Shhh. It's ok. The nurse will be back soon with your pain medication.'

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than the nurse was back with a bag of morphine.

'I think a morphine drip is in order for such intense pain,' she said softly, hooking the bag up and attaching it to Sherlock, the drip starting slowly. 'There. All set. Will that be all?'

'Yes,' Sherlock mumbled sleepily, the morphine already kicking in. 'That's all for now.'

'Alright. Call if you need anything else.' She disappeared and John moved over to Sherlock, kissing him softly.

'Feeling better already, huh?'

'Mmm. Morphine is a wonderful drug.' Sherlock grinned goofily at John. 'I feel as light as air.'

'Don't get hooked on it. It's the worst addiction to break. Just go to sleep. I'll bring David to visit you next time you wake.'

'It's not as if it'd kill me,' Sherlock hummed, settling down in his sheets. 'Tell... Dave... I... err... love him.'

'Of course. And I love you too. Now sleep.'

'Can ya sweep too?' Sherlock slurred. 'Wan nith dweems.'

'Sure. I could use some kip.' He crawled onto the bed and rested his head on Sherlock's chest, his steady heartbeat lulling him to sleep.

'Wow,' Sherlock breathed. 'I almost forgot how peaceful it was here.'

John hummed and nuzzled Sherlock's jaw.

'A lot better than listening to your brother having sex, that's for sure.'

'Whoa,' Sherlock blanched. 'That's something I really don't want to hear about. It's bad enough I have the one image in my head of him going at it. I didn't need that too. Ewww.'

'Greg's quite a screamer.' John shuddered. 'I'll never be able to get that sound out of my head.'

'Oh, for crying out loud, John! Enough of the images you're filling my mind with! I feel positively nauseous.'

'Shall I fuck them out of you?' John purred, a hand trailing down Sherlock's side, drawing small circles on his skin.

'Errr,' Sherlock gasped sharply. 'I think you should, yes.'

John growled seductively and kissed Sherlock soundly, their bodies suddenly naked and writhing together as John pushed in. God he loved dreams. No need for prep.

Sherlock gasped again and pushed down on John's cock. 'Fuck!'

'Oh god,' John moaned, thrusting hard. 'Oh I missed this. Oh! Oh shit! Oh you feel fucking fantastic!'

'You're not bad yourself, Doctor Watson,' Sherlock uttered huskily, moving with John's thrusts as best he could but it was hard. John really didn't have mercy when it came to taking charge of their sexual activities. John bound Sherlock's arms above his head and his legs were bound spread eagle, tied down nice and tight, opening him up for him.

'Now this is what I like to see,' John purred, fucking Sherlock fast and hard. 'My beautiful angel laid open for me, taking my cock up his arse like a trooper. Oh you look so delicious like this, I could just eat you up. But that wouldn't be very fun because then I'd have no one to fuck. But oh, you're so very tight and warm. Oh. Oh god. Oh fuck that's good. Oh! Oh I'm gonna cum!'

Sherlock was caught in a world of pleasurable bliss. Something about being so vulnerable and open to John was exciting, no, exhilarating even. Sherlock loved it. His body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and heat was starting to pool into his stomach.

'Me too!' he cried out, his whole body shuddering as that warmth turned into a fiery heat and he began to cum all over John. John came with an almighty scream, pulsing into Sherlock in almost painful spurts. He collapsed on top of him, releasing his bonds, and lay panting on his angel's chest, a goofy smile on his face.

'I think that was the first time we've had sex since the birth.'

'Yeah,' Sherlock breathed. 'And it was bloody marvellous.'

'It certainly was.' John smiled, sliding up to give Sherlock a kiss. 'As soon as you're better you and I are gonna have loud marathon sex to get back at your brother.'

'Oooh. I can't wait. Silly bastard won't know what's hit him.' Sherlock grinned, reaching in for more kisses.

'We'll have to get David out of earshot,' John said between kisses. 'Kid gets smarter every day. Pretty soon he'll know what all the loud noises the adults are making mean.'

'Mmm,' Sherlock hummed against John's lips. 'It's so hard to keep the angel children innocent these days, especially ones like our David. He's simply brilliant.'

'Brilliant like his father.' John grinned. 'And he's growing up so fast. Just over three months old and he already looks like a ten month old.'

'His growth should slow soon,' Sherlock mused. 'After all, he's still human, well, part human anyway.'

'I would imagine he'd grow quicker than normal humans but slower than an angel,' John mused. 'Will he stop ageing after a certain point due to his angel DNA?'

'It's likely he'll stop when he hits the age of twenty, appearance wise anyway. Not age.'

'So he'll always be young and handsome,' John grinned. 'I bet he'll look just like you when he grows up.'

'What? Like me? In which case he'll probably look like he's a Hollywood model,' Sherlock smirked smugly.

'The girls will be swarming for him. And maybe some gents too.' John kissed Sherlock soundly, sucking his tongue into his mouth, wriggling his hips teasingly.

'I don't know about that. I've only had one conquest in my life,' Sherlock laughed softly. His laughter soon turned into a low moan. 'I've been meaning to ask you, are we keeping this up? Us in a physical relationship? When you return home that is. I want to prepare myself if we're not.'

'I see no reason why we shouldn't,' John said softly. 'Just take those heat suppressant pills. I don't exactly want to carry another fledgling any time soon.'

Sherlock raised an eyebrow curiously. 'Any time soon? Then you'd consider carrying another in the future?'

'Maybe, if the time's right.' He shrugged and rested against Sherlock's chest. 'I'm quite smitten with David already. I'm just sad that when I go back home I won't be able to be an active part of his life.'

'You'll still visit him though... right?' Sherlock gently rubbed patterns on his lover's back.

'When I can,' John hummed, relaxing completely against his lover. 'Promise.'

'I'll hold you to that.' Sherlock kissed John lovingly. John hummed into the kiss and tangled his fingers in Sherlock's hair, pulling them closer together.

'Now do you believe me when I say I love you?' Sherlock whispered softly against John's lips.

'I always believed you,' John whispered back. 'I've never doubted your love since we made up after those lonely three months in Italy. I'm just still not certain what I feel for you is love. I've nothing to compare it too.'

'So I suppose you'll experiment then.' Sherlock frowned. 'Like with that Mary girl.'

'I don't know. Maybe.' John shrugged. 'Though I could always ask my mum what it feels like to be in love. Or the Internet. The Internet is a very wise yet crazy place. There should be answers there.'

'Mmm,' Sherlock hummed. 'Tell me what you find.'

'Of course,' John hummed, kissing Sherlock softly.

'I love you so much,' Sherlock whispered softly.

'The feeling is quite mutual,' John hummed. 'Maybe one day I can say I love you as much as you love me. But for now, just know that I love you like I love my mum, and I care about you a lot.'

'How far would you go for me? Would you die for me?' For an intense moment the only sound that could be heard was the sound of both their breathing. John stared down at Sherlock, blinking rapidly.

'Where, um–' he swallowed thickly. 'Where did that come from?'

'It doesn't matter.' Sherlock sighed softly and rolled over. I don't know why I asked that.'

'I... Sherlock, I'm only eighteen. Fuck. I was pregnant on my birthday. Christ. Not important. Sorry. But I'm only a kid, Sherlock. Why do you want me to die?'

'I don't want you to die, John. I was just curious,' Sherlock mumbled, his wings flexing out in agitation. 'I just wondered how far you'd go for me.'

'Well, I'm sorry to report not that far. Not this early in our... courtship? Relationship? I don't know what to call it, but I'm not prepared to die for you, Sherlock. I'm sorry.'

'I'd die for you. I wouldn't even blink. I'd happily die for you. And that's not because I'm your angel. I would because you're my friend, lover, but most importantly you are like family to me. A brother, John. And I would go through Hell and back for you.'

'That's... nice, Sherlock. Thank you for being so devoted. I only wish I could return the favour.' John sighed softly. 'I'm sorry I can't be everything you want me to be. Everything you need me to be. But maybe, with time, I can. Who knows? Angels fall every day. Perhaps, just this once, I can fall for my angel.'

'How poetic, John. But I'd really rather you didn't mention my falling kin.'

'Sorry. Shall I just shut up?'

'No,' Sherlock whispered softly. 'Take me from behind.'

'Um... Ok. Turn over,' he ordered gently.

Sherlock easily complied with John's order. 'Go soft on me. I want you to make love to me, not to fuck the senses out of me.'

'Ok. Can I still bind your hands?' John moved behind him slowly, pressing soft kisses to the small of his back.

Sherlock moaned and shivered as John's warm lips connected with his bare skin. 'Go ahead.'

Sherlock's hands were bound to the headboard, sticking out between the bars, grasping at air. John pressed more kisses down the curve of Sherlock's spine and down his buttocks, nipping at the firm globes of flesh.

'Worship me, Master. Worship my body. Oh, Master. Make love to me, caress my skin, don't stop.'

John moaned and poked his tongue in between Sherlock's cheeks, licking him from the bollocks up until he reached his already open entrance. He'd never done anything like this before, so he was mainly going on instinct. He poked the tip of his tongue inside, tasting traces of his own semen from earlier, Sherlock shuddering beneath him.

'Jesus!' Sherlock moaned, pushing back against the tongue. John pushed his tongue further in in reply.

Sherlock's gasps and moans grew in volume. 'Take me! Take me now!'

John didn't need to be told twice. He leaned back, slicked his prick, and eased inside slowly, feeling Sherlock's tight heat quiver around him.

Sherlock grunted, his eyes flickering shut. 'Make love to me, John. Make my skin crawl with fire and my toes curl. Show your angel your love.'

John did just that. He moved in and out of Sherlock at a steady pace, pressing tender kisses to his angel's neck and upper back, an arm securely wrapped around his waist.

'Oh, John,' Sherlock whispered, leaning into his lover's kisses. 'I love you. I love you so much.'

'I know you do,' John whispered huskily, angling his hips so he could find Sherlock's sweet spot.

'Oh!' Sherlock's mouth fell open and a loud moan rolled from his lips. 'Yes! That's the spot!'

John growled and hit that spot relentlessly, moving harder but not necessarily faster. He was making little moans of pleasure with each thrust, his cock twitching inside his angel. But he wanted Sherlock to cum first, so he wrapped a hand around the erection bobbing between his legs and stroked in time to his thrusts.

'Fuck! John! Oh, if only you knew how you make me feel! I'm gonna–' Sherlock arched arched upwards, moaning and crying out in ecstasy as he came.

'That's it Sherlock, yes,' John moaned, continuing to pump Sherlock's cock until it was twitching from overstimulation. He finally let go and thrust into Sherlock a few more times before he too came, burying himself deep inside, his cock pulsing. Tears pricked in Sherlock's eyes as John continued to thrust into his arse. It felt too good.

'John! Oh God!'

John collapsed against Sherlock with a loud grunt, chest heaving. He was still hard. What the hell? He didn't think he had it in him for another love making session, not after that powerful orgasm. He groaned and pulled out, released Sherlock's hands, and lay down beside him, his hard cock nestled against his belly.

'Go for it,' Sherlock whispered sleepily. 'Make love to me again. And again. And again. Keep going. I never want you to stop.'

'Sit on it.' John smirked, grasping the base of his cock and holding it up. Sherlock grinned and moved onto John's cock.

'Bloody hell!'

John moaned and thrust up, Sherlock still so incredibly tight despite being so stretched.

'Yes!' Sherlock worked himself off of John's cock before sliding back down. 'Stay hard, John. Stay hard for as long as you can. You feel so good.'

'This is a dream, Sherlock,' John grunted, grasping his angel's hips to steady him. 'I can stay hard forever if I so choose.'

'Then stay that way,' Sherlock purred, wriggling back up again.

'Only if you move faster,' John groaned, gripping Sherlock's hips tighter.

'Nope,' Sherlock chuckled, highly amused by the frustration on John's face.

'Fine. Then I'll do it.' John grinned wickedly and began pounding into Sherlock, his hands gripping Sherlock's hips so tight he knew there'd be bruises when he let go.

'Oh god! John – fuck! – oh bloody hell!' Sherlock was overcome with so much pleasure that he could barely see straight.

John growled and thrust harder, Sherlock bouncing up and slamming back down on his cock every time. Fuck it was so good. He wasn't gonna last, but then again, maybe he could. It was a dream after all. So he kept himself hard but didn't allow himself to cum, fucking Sherlock solely for him to cum over and over and over again.

Sherlock moaned, his head thrust back, his eyes closed in bliss. He kept on cumming and getting hard again and he didn't know where one orgasm started and another ended. John changed their positions so Sherlock was beneath him, spread open for him. He continued to fuck him, Sherlock cumming and cumming and cumming, painting their bodies with his cum.

'John–' Sherlock gasped out, his body thrashing about on the mattress. 'S-s-slow down. I can't take much more.'

'Let me cum first. Then we can take a break.' He pounded into Sherlock harder, his angel's legs around his shoulders, spreading him nice and wide.

'I – fuck – cum for me! Cum for me!'

'Fuck – Sherlock!' John cried as he plummeted over the edge, cumming hard in thick spurts.

'Yes! Yes! Oh yes!' Sherlock panted, his whole body heaving with exhaustion and adrenaline.

John screamed as he finished, pulling out and collapsing beside Sherlock, his cock finally softening. He was sweating buckets, and he was panting so hard it was actually difficult to breathe, but it was so totally worth it. He'd never felt so sated in his life.

Sherlock groaned out something incoherent and rolled on top of John, hugging him tightly and burying his head into his chest.

'I... wuvv ya so much,' he slurred, sounding all the world like he was drunk. And in a way he was, drunk off John's love that is.

'Mmm. Wuvv you too,' John hummed. 'We should wake up soon and David can visit you. He asks about you frequently. Keeps asking if Papa is gonna wake up soon.'

'He misses me.' Sherlock smirked. 'I miss him too.'

'Of course he misses you. He spent the first two and a half months of his life with you. I've barely had him for one.'

'Don't remind me. I felt so guilty about spending time with him whilst you couldn't.'

'I was healing, Sherlock. It's fine. Plus I carried him for ten months. I spent more than enough time with him. Don't feel bad. It's fine.'

'I can't help feeling bad,' Sherlock sniffled. 'Especially after how you reacted when you awoke. Like I'd betrayed you or something.'

'I just thought you were keeping him from me. Like my nightmare. I'd just woken up, I was delusional, I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry.'

'I was so scared. I thought you hated me. I thought you wanted nothing to do with me.'

John held Sherlock's face in his hands tenderly, his thumbs stroking his cheeks. 'I will never not want you. You're my angel and my baby daddy. I'm stuck with you either way. And I'm glad it's you I'm stuck with.'

'I'm glad to be stuck with you too,' Sherlock purred softly. 'You complete me.'

'You were given to me for a reason.' John grinned. 'You complete me too.'

'I almost rebelled, you know. I didn't want to be anyone's angel,' Sherlock laughed softly.

'I sensed that when you appeared.' John smiled softly. 'You were very agitated and you told me you hated humanity.'

'I didn't want to be stuck on Earth with an idiotic human. No offense.'

'None taken. Most of the population is made up of idiots.'

'Including you.' Sherlock smirked. 'You're sleeping with an angel. You naughty man. How do you sleep at night?'

'Quite comfortably. And usually naked,' John smirked. 'Wrapped up in my angel's wings. They're very warm and soft.'

'They're growing back even softer than before,' Sherlock mused. 'I'll soon be able to wrap you in them at night.'

'And then you'll be able to teach David to fly,' John grinned. 'When should he be able to do that?'

'Whenever he's ready,' Sherlock hummed. 'I don't want to push him into anything.'

'I know that. I just meant when will be grow into his wings? Normally for angels. We can guess from there seeing as it'll probably take longer due to his human DNA.'

'Oh.' Sherlock hummed in thought. 'In that case I suppose when he's about a couple of years old he'll start to grow into them.'

'Wow. He's gonna be big by two. He'll look like he's five or six probably. Jesus.'

'He'll be bloody gorgeous,' Sherlock grinned against John's chest.

'Just like his papa,' John grinned right back.

'I was going to say just like his daddy,' Sherlock laughed.

'Mmm. How about we agree to disagree and say just like his parents?'

'We are, to be fair, very sexy parents,' Sherlock chuckled.

'Mmm. We certainly are.' John grinned, kissing Sherlock softly. 'I need to wake up. I think I can hear David calling for me. Want to wake up and talk to him for a bit?'

'Yeah, sure. You might have to shake me awake though. I still feel exhausted,' Sherlock yawned sleepily.

'Ok. Be right back.'

John blinked as he woke, the room brighter than he remembered. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his forehead as a slight headache had started while he was asleep. Probably all that dream fucking. He stretched and began shaking Sherlock to wake him.

Sherlock groaned and shifted slightly. 'Wha? No. Leave me alone Croft. I dun wanna go t' heaven.'

'It's not your brother, it's John. I want you to wake up so you can see David.'

'Huh? Oh. Give me a minute. You go get him. I'll try my best to rouse.'

'Ok.' John kissed Sherlock's cheek and went back to David's room, cooing at him.

'Hey there, little man,' he grinned, picking David up and kissing his cheek. 'How was your nap?'

'Good! Had fun bee dweam. I was a bee!'

'You were? That's awesome! Bees are so cool. So, Papa is awake. You wanna go see him and tell him about your bee dream?'

'Yeah!' David squirmed excitedly. 'But I did a poopy in my nappy, Daddy.'

'You did? Well let me just clean you up before we see Papa.'

'Cwean, cwean, cwean,' David sang, wriggling a bit as John cleaned him up, putting a fresh nappy on him.

'Ok, all set. Now let's go see Papa,' John smiled.

'Papa!' David cried, trying to wriggle free of John's arms, but John held on tight, carrying David to Sherlock's room.

'Special delivery,' he said as he entered the room. He smiled at Sherlock and placed David on the bed.

'Papa!' David cried again, crawling up and cuddling his Papa's arm.

'Hello.' Sherlock's voice broke and tears pricked at his eyes as he held David tightly. 'How's my baby boy?'

'Good.' David smiled brightly. 'Papa seepy for long time. Papa wake now. Papa read story?'

'Papa has been very sleepy.' Sherlock ran a hand through David's hair. 'What story shall I tell you?'

'Bee story! Oh! I had a dweam that I was a buzzy widdle bee. I fwew ewerywhere! I wanna fwy, Papa.'

'One day, son,' Sherlock laughed, kissing David on the head. 'Now, shall we begin?'

'Bee story!' David smiled brightly, cuddling against Sherlock's chest. John lay beside Sherlock on the bed and smiled warmly. He wanted to hear the story too. Sherlock smiled and settled down beside his two boys, telling a tale of a brave little bee.

David fell asleep as Sherlock weaved a tale of a little bee who flew farther than any bee in his hive, finding the most delicious nectar ever. John kissed him softly after David started snoring softly.

'Go to sleep, love,' he whispered. 'We'll meet you there. And you can enter David's dream. I bet he's a little bee again. Go fly with him.'

Sherlock hummed and drifted off to David's dream. He joined him as a bumble bee too and they buzzed and flew together in a bright blue sky.

John gently slid off the bed and left the room. He wasn't all that tired after his nap, so he headed to the kitchen to make himself something to eat. Greg was there, looking quite shaken up. John didn't press him and just made himself a sandwich, devouring it quickly so he could return to Sherlock and David. When he was done, he grabbed the Charles Dickens novel he was reading earlier and took it with him, reading it while he sat by Sherlock's bedside.

Mycroft entered the kitchen cautiously. He coughed awkwardly. 'Our appointment is in half an hour. We need to leave now, Gregory.'

Greg jumped and froze, clutching the counter tight.

'G-good,' he said quietly, swallowing loudly. 'I assume you'll just zap us there or whatever it is that happens when you disappear in a burst of light?'

'Yes, of course. That is, if you don't mind holding my hand.' Mycroft smiled weakly, holding out his hand to Gregory. Greg let go of the counter and reached blindly for Mycroft's hand, not wanting to look at him. Mycroft sighed softly, clutching Gregory's hand tightly and transported them to the hospital. They were immediately called back and Greg found himself lied out on an examination bed. He remained silent and stoney as the doctor checked him over, fearing that he would end up like Sherlock's human, John. Though they appeared happy, he imagined carrying the baby had been hellish for the poor boy. He really didn't want to do the same. At least... not yet. Maybe someday, but not today or any day soon.

'What's the verdict, doctor?' Mycroft asked quietly.

'I'm not finding anything, so the verdict is not pregnant. Congrats,' he said to Greg who instantly relaxed. He turned to Mycroft. 'You went into a false heat, probably triggered by stress or strong emotional trauma. Keep taking those suppressants and you shouldn't have any problems.'

'Right. Ok. Thank you. Let's go, Gregory.' He reached out a hand to Gregory, refusing to look into his eyes. Greg took Mycroft's hand and they were transported back to the sitting room. He immediately let go of Mycroft's hand and went to the bedroom, changing his clothes for work. He'd never been more grateful for the distraction of boring paperwork in all his life.

'Gregory,' Mycroft called softly from outside the door. 'May I come in?'

'Um... Sure,' Greg mumbled quietly.

Mycroft shuffled into the room. 'I'm sorry, Gregory,' he whispered softly.

'Me too,' Greg whispered, buttoning his shirt. 'I shouldn't have come back to check on you. I should have run as soon as I saw the light under the door.'

'Yes, you should have run. I didn't have any control over my actions. I couldn't... I couldn't stop.'

'I realise that.' Greg frowned. 'My arse still hurts.'

'I can fix that.' Mycroft edged forward slightly. 'That is, if you let me.'

'Sure. Go ahead. I'd hate to be in pain while sitting down for hours doing paperwork.'

'The thing is... I'll need to... touch your arse. Are you comfortable for me to do that?'

'Oh. Um... Yeah.' Greg pulled his trousers down and turned around. Mycroft took a deep breath and reached out to Gregory, lightly caressing his arse. Greg hummed softly as he felt his arse sooth, smiling in relief.

'Thanks,' he said, pulling his trousers back up and fastening them.

'It isn't a problem. I'll be off then. I'm going for a fly. I won't be back till late. Don't wait up for me.'

'Ok. And please remember to eat something. And no binging.'

Mycroft rolled his eyes. 'Of course not, dear. I wouldn't dream of it.'

'Then have a nice flight,' Greg said softly, tying his laces in neat bows.

'I believe I will. Though I'm supposed to be meeting the PM later,' he sighed. 'I may just die from boredom.'

'Oh the miseries of being part of the Angel High Council.' Greg smirked. He dared to place a small kiss to Mycroft's cheek. 'Go. Enjoy your fly. I'll be here when you come back.'

Mycroft smiled softly. 'I'll see you tonight, Gregory. I hope we can move on from what happened. But until then I'll sleep in another room.'

'No. You can sleep with me. I like cuddling up to you.'

'Don't say that you like to cuddle me,' Mycroft huffed. 'You cuddle things like teddy bears. It makes me feel fat.'

'I like cuddling,' Greg said, pouting. 'And you aren't fat. A little pudgy maybe, but you're better than you were. Please can I cuddle you tonight? I want to cuddle you. To show us both that we're gonna be ok.'

Mycroft sighed and rolled his eyes. 'Fine. You've won me over.'

'Good.' Greg grinned and kissed his cheek again. 'Now go fly. I've gotta go to work. Love you.'

'I love you too, Gregory.' Mycroft smiled and disappeared in a flash of light to the field he loved to fly above. Greg smiled to himself and went to work, his smile permanently etched on his face even as he filled out boring paperwork for hours.

A somewhat happy ending this week. Sorry about how horrible last chapter's ending was. I still feel awful about that.

I also wanted to bring to light that some anons have been hating on this fic because apparently MJCF and I "glorify" rape in this fic and that we "justify" it in some way and that John only discovered he was bisexual because of his being raped. MJCF and I have responded to these claims on at least two different occasions, and I just wanted to post this here because we don't like the thought that we've gone and upset someone or possibly even triggered someone. That's the last thing we want to do.

We do deal with very serious issues in our fics, and they do go to some pretty dark places. We make sure that our dark fics are labelled well, and we always put in warnings about what each chapter contains. We know that rape is not an issue that should be treated lightly. We would never justify rape on any account. MJCF personally knows rape victims in real life, both friends and family. We know how serious the issue is.

There are reasons we wrote this so that Sherlock seemed manipulative. It has a lot to do with how screwed up the angel society is. Abortion is illegal for angels, children are viewed as being more important than the angels carrying them, and rape isn't seen as a big deal by them. We wrote it that way to show how some people in real life society view rape. "Oh. It's not a big deal. It's justifiable. She was asking for it." Because believe me, there are people out there that find rape justifiable, and it's actually sickening. As the fic progresses there are more mentions of rape, and how society reacts to different relationships, and the way society deals with the issue.

Sherlock, at the time, isn't in control. That doesn't make it any less or more excusable. He does manipulate John into keeping the baby. Does he show remorse? Yes. Does he realise what he's done is wrong? Yes.

'Why are you apologising? I raped you! I should be the one saying sorry!'

In further chapters, it's clear that John does not forgive Sherlock straight away. It is not the act of rape that forced him into being bisexual. He was experimenting with his sexuality before, and after the event of the incident.

I don't really know what to say other than that you have my apologies for upsetting you. It isn't our intention to do such a thing. We just write about very delicate issues, and you have to also take in account how utterly fucked up the angel society is, in reflection to our society.

We will continue to label our work and warn people. But if this story isn't your cup of tea, don't read it and then bitch at us about it when all our chapters are clearly labeled with warnings and possible triggers and when we label our rape scenes so you can skip over them if you need to. So please check the tags, warnings, and possible triggers at the beginning of every chapter to know what subject matter will be featured and if any of that may cause you to be triggered, please, please do not read it for the sake of your mental health.

TSA + MJCF

(most of the response was taken from a reply on our shared blog (sherlocksbuttbelongstous) on tumblr, post/87292765813)