Hello readers and reviewers !

watergoddesskasey : Thanks :)
Lolita-mist : Well, John+Sherlock and Mycroft+Anthea...Okay let's go^^
Lasenov : Thanks :) Mycroft+Anthea, that's a first for me, hope you'll like it :)
Boobunny60 : "OMBunnies!" owww cute! I always imagined Mycroft as a mix of fire and ice so...
Stardancing : Sorry the plot will wait for the next chapter but don't worry you'll know what M. has in mind (And you're right he is not stupid, he knows exactly what he is doing :p)
helenecolin : Well since Sherlock doesn't seem to love his brother that much maybe you should ask him if you can borrow him :)
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I wrote this one a little fast, hope my English is not too bad...

Chapter 16 - Alive

John was walking backward, his lips glued to Sherlock's who was leading him through the corridor. When they reached the bathroom's door, the detective pushed it open and closed it behind them then undid his lover's dressing gown's belt pushing the light fabric from his shoulders. It fell on the floor with a soft noise they didn't hear because it was covered by a moan coming from John's throat since Sherlock was licking his nipples hungrily.

They escaped death tonight, thanks to John, and Sherlock was so relieved his lover was all right that he wanted to show him how much he loved and needed him. He put his hand on his lover's shoulders and pushed him down to the floor.

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Mycroft was pacing up and down his office. The man was really troubled by the latest events. Harrison trying to kill his brother in the mansion.

"That man infiltrated my mansion. My mansion. He tried to have my brother killed in my own house. I'm going to rip Moriarty's throat with my bare hand." He said as his hands turned into fists.

"Sir?" Anthea tried to prevent her boss from consuming himself with angst, but the older Holmes kept on pacing the room "Sir?" She tried again with no result "Mycroft please!" Sherlock's brother stopped walking "Mycroft?" She put her hand on his shoulder and the older Holmes covered it with his own. "You're going to find him, we will sort this out."

"I know." Mycroft's voice was softer as the man was calming himself. He lifted Anthea's hand to his mouth and kissed it lightly then turned around to face the beautiful woman. "You always say the words I need to hear my dear." He cupped her cheek with his free hand.

"I know." She smiled while putting her hands on the man's waist. Mycroft pushed his fingers into her hair and pulled roughly until their lips met on a heated kiss. Anthea pushed her tongue inside the tall man's mouth and the hand in his hair turned into a fist again but this time it wasn't anger that led the gesture. The woman threw her arms around Mycroft's neck and her legs around his waist like a sort of horny octopus. Soon they crossed the room and fell on the leather sofa that was there, Mycroft on top of the Amazon.

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John was panting heavily. Sherlock was sucking hard on his cock.

"Sherlock!" the detective stopped moving for a moment and watched his lover's face, his eyes were shot, his mouth open, he was flushed and his lips were bright red, he was absolutely beautiful. Sherlock bent over John's chest and kissed his neck and his jawline then he took his earlobe between his teeth and bit lightly.

"Do you want to be inside me, my love?" He whispered in his lover's ear.

"Oh God yes!" John whispered back. Sherlock sat astride John's legs and took out the lube bottle from his dressing gown's pocket. He put some on his fingers and run their tip on John's cock teasingly. The detective took his lover's hand, he kissed and licked the palm then slid his tongue between the fingers before putting them in his mouth slowly licking them, one by one.

"Sit my love, I want to watch your face while you make love to me."

John growled and sat on the floor. He grabbed Sherlock arse with both his hands (even the plastered one), pulled his lover closer and gave him a passionate kiss. Sherlock moved and positioned himself over his lover's erected cock.

"Look at me my love." The detective whispered on the doctor's lips and John locked eyes with his lover as he let his hard length slowly slide inside his body.

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Anthea gasped when Mycroft's sharp teeth grazed the skin of her neck. She rested her arms above her head and the tall man moved his lips to her cleavage, greedily licking and kissing the soft white skin between her breasts. He grabbed the collar of her suit jacket and tore it open revealing a black lacy bra. He freed her breasts from their lacy shell and sucked at the right nipple. Anthea closed her eyes and moaned shamelessly. When Mycroft sucked at the left nipple she arched her back and licked her lips. The older Holmes let his hand slide along the beautiful brown woman's ribcage and lower and pulled her skirt up her thighs. She was wearing a pair of black stockings and a black lacy thong, matching with her bra, which was easily rip off of her body. Mycroft kissed his way down her body and reached her inner thighs.

"Anthea." Not a question, not an order, although she knew he wanted her to watch, he always wanted her to watch. She opened her eyes and looked at her lover's face as he kissed her right between her thighs then licked, deep.

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"Oh god, Sherlock!" John pushed his right hand in his lover's black curls and left the other one behind his back pushing him close. The detective was moving slowly allowing his lover's sex to slid up and down in his arse, his own cock rubbing against his man's belly. His ice blue eyes still locked with the doctor's, he was teasingly moving as slow as he could, he knew it wouldn't be long until he begged him to move faster, and frankly he needed it too.

"Sherlock..." John's hand turned into fist in his lover's hair "are you sure you want to play that game?"

"Oh yes, I do."

"All right." John's hand left Sherlock's hair and wrapped itself around the detective's cock "So be it." He roughly stroked Sherlock's sex.

"John!" The detective rested his forehead against his lover's.

"Are you going to move faster now?"

"Yes!" Sherlock increased his pace and they both moaned.

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Anthea was panting now. The pleasure Mycroft was giving her with his mouth was leaving her boneless.

"Anthea, stay with me." He said crawling up her body and kissing her mouth. The brown woman allowed herself to move her hands and unbuckle her lover's belt then open his fly. She pushed it under the fabric of his underwear and grabbed Mycroft's cock.

"That's more like it, isn't it?" She said as she moved her hand up and down her boss' sex.

"Whatever pleases you, pleases me, my dear."

"I want you in me, right now."

Mycroft grabbed Anthea's thighs and pulled her to him lifting her lower body up so his cock was right at her entrance. Then he slowly pushed inside.

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John's thighs were responding to Sherlock's and with each thrust the doctor was burying himself deep in his lover.

"John..." Sherlock was breathless, his cheeks red, his lips even redder since he was biting them hard.

"Sherlock I won't last..."

"So ride me hard now and make us come!"

John pushed Sherlock from his lap and forced him to lay on the floor facing him then he slid back inside and thrust really hard. The detective let out a cry and a growl escaped from the doctor's throat. John moved faster and faster while stroking his lovers cock with his right hand.

"I want you to come now, I want to see your face. Come for me Sherlock."

"John..." Sherlock panted and moaned and suddenly he let out an almost animal scream and came all over his lovers hand and his own belly. Seeing his lover's ecstatic face triggered John's own orgasm and he thrust deep several times emptying himself inside his lover's arse, his mouth open in a silent cry, his eyes still locked with Sherlock's.

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Anthea's was sinking her nails in Mycroft's shoulders skin and her boss rolled his arms around her waist and pulled to make her sit on his lap. The brown woman took the lead imposing her rhythm, the angle, speed and depth imprisoning Mycroft between his thigh.

"Anthea, you are fiendish." Mycroft growled.

"I learned from the devil himself."

"I love it when you pet name me this way...Oh my!" Anthea was rolling her hips and yet keep on moving up and down Mycroft's length. She was almost there.

"Are you ready?" She asked in a whisper.

"Yes, yes, yes..."

She moved faster and finally her whole body shivered as she slid in bliss moaning loudly. She kept on moving and soon Mycroft orgasmed screaming her name before burying his face in her neck.

"Anthea..." He whispered in her hear "Wait until I get the handcuffs back."

"I'm looking forward to it." She whispered back.

The older Holmes pushed his hands in the beautiful woman's hair and looked in her eyes.

"How come you can do this to me?"

"That's my cruse or my blessing." She smiled. He gave her a disarming loving look and kissed her softly. That man could be so tender, behind closed doors.

"Anthea..." He said on her lips.

"I know." She cut him off kissing him tenderly.

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"John?" Sherlock whispered in his lover's ear while lightly stroking his sweaty back. The doctor had collapsed on his man's chest and was now trying to catch his breath.

"Yes..." He whispered catching the detective's eyes.

"You saved my life...again."

"I saved my life too since I can't live without you any more."

Sherlock moaned and kissed John passionately.

"I love you so much!"

"I love you more."

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