"I don't like this one."

"John, this is the most suitable tuxedo for you. We can match ties if you want-"

"What if I wear my uniform and my medals?."

The couple were stuck in a very posh shop looking for suits for them most important day of their lives. After the proposition, the happy couple couldn't get their hands off from each other, proving how many times they could have sex in one day.

They reserved a friday day to get married, in spring. A perfect day to get married.

And now John had tried at least seven suits until he suggested the idea of using his Army uniform and his medals, of course. The Doctor could remember that dream in which Sherlock walked down the aisle wearing a white dress and a veil, with interlaced arms with his older brother, Mycroft.

"I think you could. We'll have to send it to the Drycleaning, though."

"Of course. Have you chosen up your suit?."

Sherlock turned around trying to hide his smile. Oh yes, he had chosen up a tuxedo he knew John would love. What his plans involved the little changing room and maybe someone's knees on the floor.

"I have seen one, but I'm not sure."

After a few moments, the taller man opened the curtain to show his future husband the suit he had chose for THE day.

It was black, and it perfectly fitted his tall and long body. His legs looked endless, as his arms. It also had a black and thin tie decorating his pale neck and the white shirt over his chest.

"What do you think? I rather like it but I'm not sure about the tie and-"

John Hamish Watson had to cross his legs where he was standing and glance at his surroundings to make sure no one was seeing his already hard erection between his legs. And damn, he cursed inside his mind. Why he had to wear those tight jeans?

He wasn't watching or hearing Sherlock talk about ties and bows. John was trying so hard to contain himself to close the curtain behind his back and tear those clothes off his lover and future husband.

"John? Are you listening?."

"Yes Sherlock. The trousers look fine-"

"I wasn't talking about the trousers- Oh! look at you... you look so vacant. Come here!."

The Detective dragged him inside the little room by his shirt collar and closed the curtain behind them. He undone the Doctor's belt and then his jeans's zipper and went down to do what he wanted to do since he saw John changing into countless tuxedos that day.

"Sher- they are going to see us!."

He ignored him, of course. And kissed his lover's hard member from the base, and massaging his balls in the middle of the process. Then he went up to the head, stroking it with his soft and long thumbs, knowing how much John loved that feeling.

And then he took the Doctor's left hand and placed it on his messy and curly head. And the Soldier couldn't contain himself and grabbed it, moving his lover's head in and out, fucking his mouth.

"Sir... Do you need any help?."

Sherlock wanted to smile, but obviously he couldn't since his mouth was very busy kissing, licking and sucking his future husband. He continued, ignoring the poor and young girl behind that curtain.

John, being completely blushed from head to toes cleared his throat.

"I- I'm helping him with his tie."

"OK... just call me if you need anything."

And then, he came inside Sherlock's mouth.

"We didn't need her, did we, John dear?."

The short man nodded, feeling a little bit clumsy. It was the same, always. After a good blowjob he could feel his legs shaking like hell.

"Everything all right, Mr Holmes?."

The Detective smiled, looking at his boyfriend and then to the girl. "Indeed. I'm taking this one. Put it in my brother's account."


"Naturalmente si può cenare qui! Tutto su di me, insisto!." (Of course you can have dinner here! Eveything's on me, I insist!)

"Thank you, Angelo. We won't be having a lot of guests, but certainly we'd like it to be private-"

"Tutto su di me, insisto!." (Everything's on me, I insist!)

John looked at the italian man in front of him and frowned not understanding a word coming from his mouth.

But when both men were walking throught the street and going back to their love nest a black car was already waiting for them in the nearest corner. John glanced at his future husband and the taller man nodded.

"What do you want, Mycroft? Oh, it looks like the big brother had some action this morning and-"

"My dear little brother... already making arragements for your wedding?."

Sherlock narrowed his grey eyes and John tried to stop a laugh from his mouth.

"No, we were just going to Angelo's to have a haircut done. Of course we have been making arrangements."

"I have talked to Mummy. She will be back to the country for the wedding-"

"She's not invited."

"How can you not invite your mother, Sherlock? That's-"

"A bit not good, I know-"

"No, that's a lot not good!."

Mycroft coughed, bringing both men back to reality and handed John a bouquet of red roseshe kept hide behind his seat.

"Congratulations, John, Sherlock."

John Watson, polite man as always, thanked him and smiled at his future brother-in-law sincerely. He felt so relieved he had Mr British Government's approval. And the most relaxing feeling in his chest was the confidence Mycroft had on him.

But nothing is perfect, isn't it?

"Sherlock, you'd like to go to travel agency we both know and pick up your tickets. Courtesy of Elizabeth, of course. I'll like to have a little chat with John-"

"Oh let me guess, you are taking him to the famous 'dark side'of the Thames to-"

"Please, brother. As I assured you before, you're going to have him back in onepiece. We won't take long, just need to exchange a few words."

John nodded to his lover. Everything was going to be OK. He trusted Mycroft and-

Once Sherlock left the car, accelerated and like Sherlock had predicted...

"Mycroft... I thought we were-"

"We are fine, John. More than fine. You are going to be my little brother's husband soon and there are a few things I'd like to... discuss with you."

John looked around, not seeing a soul beside them. It was just Mycroft Holmes and him. Good.

"Er... and couldn't we go and have a cuppa or a coffee instead of-"

"You know walls have ears an eyes."

A long and awkward silence fell between them. The sky was getting slightly grey and time was passing... this was getting rather scary.

"John Watson, when we first met, I knew you were going to be what Sherlock always needed. I'm never wrong. And I'm rather happy to open my arms to you, and give you a welcome to our family, one of the most prestigious and ilustrious families in this country. But there's something I have to say, that I believe most of people in my position say-"

"If I hurtyour brother you'll just throw me to the Thames with a bullet between my eyebrows, I know-"

"No no no, I won't do that."

John sighed and smiled at him. He gave Mycroft a slightly tap on the taller's man shoulder and made his way back to the car.

"That's good, can we go back-"

Mycroft stopped him placing his umbrella in the small of his back and John turned around to see a very serious Holmes.

"If you ever hurt my brother in any imaginable sense, you won't be thrown to the Thames with a bullet between your eyebrows, no. You'll never be found, your body will be burned but not before being tortured to death. By me. Is that clear, my dear future brother-in-law?."

John Watson gulped once, blinked twice and nodded three times. When Mycroft Holmes wanted to be scary, he really was quite scary. And John, being an ex Army Doctor, Captain in fact, felt fear.

"Good. Now, let's go back, shall we?."

John arrived at Baker Street and his hands were still shaking. He didn't want Sherlock to notice that, so he was trying to act like if nothing had happened.

Oh, he was so wrong...

"Don't say a word. 'If you hurt Sherlock in any imaginable sense you won't be thrown to the Thames with a bullet between your eyebrows, no. You'll never be found, your body will be burned but not before being tortured to death. By me. Is that clear, my dear future brother-in-law?' Am I right?."

John kissed his future husband and sat beside him in the sofa and sighed tiredly.

"A death sentence was that, wasn't it? If I have any plans for our future, hurting you isn't on my list so I'm calm."

"But, what if we have sex and you hurt me, not intentionally, obviously. Do you think Mycroft will come after you to kill you?."

John turned around to see if Sherlock was being serious when the taller man kissed him with such a passion, he was getting hard.

"Sherl-"

"Do you want to find out?." He asked suggestively to his Soldier.

"Oh God, yes!."


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