Disclaimer: I still own nothing…...but I wish these men were all mine.
Sherlock looked up as John entered the flat. John was unhappy. Sherlock knew he had done nothing today that could have upset him so it could mean only one thing.
"How is my annoying older brother John?
"The bloody megalomaniac is just fine Sherlock. In fact, we have been invited to a dinner party tonight." John threw himself onto the sofa with Sherlock and buried his head into Sherlock's neck. He would probably never cease to be amazed by how pleasurable John's ease with him was. No other person who knew Sherlock had ever been so casually affectionate with him. Though he was aware he would have never allowed another to touch him so freely, John never even asked, it just never occurred to him that he would be pushed away. It was just another aspect of John that set him so far apart from the boring masses. Wait John said something that should be annoying him. What was it?
"A dinner party? Why on earth would he think we would attend one of his parties?"
"Apparently, we owe the git."
"I distinctly remember that being his grounds for demanding assistance with the missing baroness last week."
"You didn't exactly hold up your end of the bargain on that one, love. You were supposed to keep the situation out of the papers."
"Well it's not exactly my fault John."
"You called the reporters to spite your brother."
"Exactly, that makes it entirely his fault."
John chuckled. "Yes well, he doesn't see it that way and is demanding that you make up for the embarrassment by playing dancing monkey at this little shindig of his. I'm invited solely to keep you in line."
"Has he met you John?"
"He underestimates me."
"Everyone underestimates you. I thought him more enlightened. I've never been more ashamed to share DNA with him." He smirked, an idea blossoming in his deviant brain.
"We should play a game John."
John's head shot up eagerly. "A game? Wait, what kind of game?" As much as John loved their games, there were times when he really did need to rein in his impetuous genius.
"One that ends with you naked, covered with blood and impaled by my cock." John shivered.
"Sherlock, Mycroft would never forgive us for playing with one of his guests. I love antagonizing him almost as much as you do, but that would just be bad form."
"Joooohn, I'm sure there will be guests he would never miss." John would never admit to loving it when Sherlock whined his name.
"No, I want him to leave us alone for a while. If we conduct ourselves properly, maybe I can avoid being abducted for a few months. I'm seriously debating removing Anthea's thumbs and I'm sure Mycroft wouldn't like that."
"John you're evil, if you're going to take her thumbs, you might as well take her head."
"Torture Sherlock, look it up."
"Sherlock, I would rather not be too late." John was ready to go drag the stubborn man out of the bathroom by his hair when he finally came out.
"Honestly John, if you're going to force me to go to this ridiculous party, you could at least let me be unforgivably late. You look dashing by the way. Maybe I can convince you to forget going out and stay home and shag instead? You'd need to leave the suit on, of course." Sherlock had a serious kink for John in tailored suits. They had been late to more than one function due to Sherlock's libidinous behavior each time John wore one.
"I think we're going to have to get dressed in different locations if we're going to be going to anymore functions you pervert." John huffed as Sherlock nibbled on his neck. As much as he didn't want to, he pushed Sherlock away. "Let's go. The faster we get there, the faster we can leave."
"Fine you tiny tyrant."
"Stop pouting."
"I do not pout."
"You're late."
"Do you always look like you've bitten into something sour, or is that look solely for us?"
"My brother is a bad influence on you John."
"Believe it or not Mycroft, I do not enjoy being abducted by you. Every time it happens, my ability to be polite lessens dramatically. I'd expect that, before the end of the year, I'll be just as rude as Sherlock." John avoided looking at the man chuckling beside him. "Maybe you should consider scheduling appointments with me."
"I'll try to remember that." Mycroft's disdain of the idea was evident.
"How long are we expected to stay Mycroft?" Sherlock was blunt as always.
"I haven't decided that yet. Let's see how well you mingle shall we?"
"Mingle?" Sherlock spat the word as though it were something vile. John almost laughed.
"Don't worry love, I'll do the mingling. You can just look pretty." Sherlock was probably glaring at him, but John wasn't going to look back and confirm it. He went to mingle, knowing his genius would follow. He hated people too much to be comfortable without John as a buffer.
Dessert was over and some guests were dancing when Sherlock snaked an arm around John's waist, pulling him back into his chest and growling into his ear. John smirked. He'd purposely been ignoring him and flirting with an annoying woman whose name he couldn't be bothered to recall. It may not be smart to provoke him, but he loved when Sherlock was possessive.
"Do you want me to slit her throat John? Or maybe remove her tongue and eyelids. Is that why you're trying my patience John?" Goddammit, John loved when Sherlock said his name in anger.
"Why would you do such a petty thing?" John was purring.
"Don't tempt me John. She's been batting her eyes at you. She keeps talking to you. She touched you. She put her filthy hand on your arm." Sherlock pulled John tighter to his body, making it harder for John to breathe. "No one is allowed to touch you. How many times do I have to tell you this John? You're mine." John thought he might black out from a combination of lack of air and arousal. "I think it's time for me to start punishing you John. I've let you get away with too much; you've become much too impertinent." John didn't think he could get harder but he was wrong. Sherlock never threatened to punish him before. He had teased him and played with him, but this was new, and very welcome.
"Please."
"I would suggest that you delay the begging, you have no idea how much begging you'll be doing later."
Sherlock turned abruptly, almost dropping John. He dragged John behind him as he went to find Mycroft.
"Mycroft, we're leaving now."
"Has something happened Sherlock, John?"
"Don't speak to him!" John kept his eyes on the floor. He hadn't been told to, but he had a feeling it would be best if he not make eye contact with anyone right now. He had pushed his lover to the edge and as excited as he was about the consequences, he knew not to push any farther at the moment.
"I see. I'll be checking in with you tomorrow Sherlock."
"I would prefer it if you didn't, but if you insist, then not too early. John is going to have a long night." John shivered.
Sherlock pulled John outside and into a taxi.
"Keep your eyes down and your hands in your lap. Do not speak. When we arrive at Baker Street, go straight upstairs and strip. I expect you naked with both hands on the mantle within 3 minutes. Is that clear?"
John nodded. He had no idea what Sherlock had planned for him, but he was sure it would be glorious.