Some time later, John adjusted his coat on the doorstep of 221B Baker Street and began to walk down the sidewalk. He was on his way to the office of the movers to make the final arrangements for Friday's move. After turning the corner, John noticed a black car pacing his steps. He turned as the window rolled down to reveal Mycroft Holmes. John sighed.
"Hello Mycroft", John said not slowing his pace, "I have nothing to say to you today."
"Ah, but I have something to say to you." Mycroft began, " Get into the car, John."
John stopped. The car stopped. John turned and stared at Mycroft, Sherlock's powerful brother who wouldn't hesitate to sell anyone out if it was in the country's best interests. They had hardly seen each other since that last argument before Sherlock's 'suicide'. Something like shame had seemed to keep Mycroft away, but maybe it was simply that John wasn't needed anymore. "I don't have time to play with you today, Mycroft," John said and began to walk again. The car kept pace.
"Interesting choice of words." Mycroft called after him, "I see that your relationship with Sherlock has finally progressed to the next level."
John halted and turned saying "How could you..." only then realizing that his actions had just confirmed it to Mycroft who smiled knowingly. John didn't like the look of that smile. He turned away.
"I can see by your walk that there has been no anal penetration. At least not of you, but by you? I'll have to see Sherlock to be sure."
John rushed over to the window, "Can you please keep your voice down!"
"Get into the car." Mycroft demanded again.
John opened the door and slid into the seat next to Mycroft who had moved over to give him room. The car smelled of leather with a hint of cigar smoke. The security screen was up.
Mycroft pushed the intercom and said, "William, two five three please."
"Yes sir." William replied.
John turned to Mycroft who was dressed impeccably in a dark grey three piece. John wondered if the chain on his vest actually ended with a pocket watch. "What is it you want?" He asked as the car pulled away from the curb and began to drive down the street.
"You're moving?" Mycroft said.
"How do you know?" John asked.
"You called for removers to come. I've canceled them for you." Mycroft said straightening his tie.
"You shouldn't have done that." John said angrily, "You and your damn power complex! I have every right to move if I want to."
"John," Mycroft began, "I rely on you to take care of my brother. You can't do that as efficiently if you are not living with him."
"I have my own life, Mycroft. I'm going to move in with Mary and there's nothing that you can do to stop me."
"It's about sex isn't it?" Mycroft said looking sidelong at John. "My brother is unable to satisfy your... sexual needs."
"What goes on between me and Sherlock is our own business." John said and he looked out of the tinted windows to watch the city go by, "Where are we going by the way?"
"Nowhere in particular." Mycroft said, "I just wanted some time to try to convince you. Money?"
"Doesn't interest me." John said.
"Yes." Mycroft stated nodding, "You were always surprising that way. Noble. Loyal to a fault, and yet you are leaving Sherlock. Why? Sex? Could it be that simple? I wonder?"
Mycroft laid an arm across John's shoulder and pulled him to his chest. He parted John's lips with his tongue which he then ran across the inside of his mouth. John felt himself go hard as Mycroft laid a hand on his crotch.
As their lips came apart John readied himself to say again for the millionth time that he was not gay, but an explosion of feeling overcame him as Mycroft's hands grabbed his pants in a complex dance of motion worthy of a kung-fu master. John cried out despite himself. Sherlock's skill was apparently a family trait.
Mycroft leaned forward until his lips touched John's ear and he whispered, "There are some tasks that call for a more mature hand."
Mycroft reached his hand into John's pants and squeezed in a way that caused John to arch his back violently so that he banged his head against the window. "Not again!" he cried before exhaling sharply at the feel of Mycroft's adept touch.