The Diogenes Club, it appeared, catered to all the needs of its members. And their guests. The dining room was as typically Leathery and Paneled as John had expected. Reminded him of the Royal Marines Officer's mess in Plymouth. The food was excellent, if uninspiring. And the staff were nothing less than attentive. Or it might just have been that John and Sherlock were sitting with Mycroft. John had never noticed how Mycroft seemed, without trying, to create a maelstrom of activity wherever he went. Everyone seemed to try and impress him. To catch his attention. And here where Mycroft was undoubtedly the king of the jungle, the power he exuded was positively dripping on to the floor.
John had never thought he was someone who was impressed by a person's rank. Of course he respected rank, understood it in a way that Sherlock didn't. But John had never been influenced by it. Never been turned on. Until now. So on one side of him, John had Sherlock practically fellating his cutlery, whilst he ate. And opposite John had Mycroft innocently tucking in to Steak and Kidney Pudding whilst the rest of the world revolved around him. And in the middle of it, John sat trying to eat his Beef Wellington, and ignore the terrible pressure that was building up in his trousers.
"Are you not enjoying your meal Doctor?"
"No it's fine. Brilliant."
"Really?" Just a flicker of those blue eyes. A slight nod of the head. Mycroft turned. Almost instantly a white coated staff member appeared at Mycroft's elbow. "Andrew. My guests and I are going to my private rooms. Could you arrange for dessert to be served there please?"
"Yes Sir. Will there be anything else Sir?"
"Just the usual please Andrew."
Xxx
Mycroft's private rooms were located somewhere amongst a confusing series of corridors, stairs and passages. John had the distinct impression that they were going underground. Trust Mycroft to have a dungeon. Sherlock had managed to look terribly bored, but at the same time John noticed there was a distinct bounce in his step. He had obviously been here before.
The private room's seemed to consist of a smart outer office. Large desk, Comfortable sofa, a couple of easy chairs and a bank of surveillance screens. But rather than asking John to sit down, Mycroft lead them through the office to another room. A bedroom. A four poster bed, black silk sheets, champagne on ice and condoms on a silver tray.
"Sometimes my brother has to entertain visiting dignitaries John." Sherlock was already stripping off his shirt. "I suppose it's so much more convenient. This way he doesn't have to miss any meals." Mycroft pretended not to be listening as he opened the champagne. Sherlock threw himself down on the bed, removing his last sock as he did so.
"Don't be shy Doctor Watson." Mycroft handed him a glass. "The staff are paid exceptionally well to keep their mouths shut. And of course if any one were to say anything, I do have ways of shutting them up permanently." He took a sip of champagne and smiled knowingly.
John looked at Sherlock, waiting for him on the bed. And he looked at Mycroft calmly drinking his champagne with a look that clearly told John Watson he had just been added to the menu. Then Mycroft placed his glass carefully on a side table. Next to the dessert that had been delivered prior to their arrival and slowly began to remove his jacket, tie, shirt, shoes, socks, trousers, and finally, finally his silk boxer shorts. Then he joined his brother on the bed. Two very clever, handsome men, naked. Waiting for one thing and one thing only. John Watson.
It took John Watson about fifteen seconds to rid himself of all his clothes and leap on to the bed.
"I think we'll leave Pudding until later." Mycroft said as he kissed his way up John's shoulder.
"God he must be serious John. That's the first time he's ever said that!"
"Can you not think of a way to shut my brother up John?" And very soon Sherlock had discovered just how difficult it was to hurl insults about when you had a mouthful of John Watson.
Mycroft contented himself for the time being with watching. But then he'd always preferred live theatre to television.