A/N- Sorry for my ridiculous disappearance but college... I think that says it all. Here's the second part and this was the hardest for me to write so tell me what you think.

Warnings- There is no actual sex in this chapter but it is implied and does get a bit hot and heavy near the end so read with caution around family members, friends etc.

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Chapter 9- Halloween (part 2) (Johnlock/Mystrade)

[Before the party]

Getting Mycroft to agree to attend Mikes Halloween party had been difficult but Greg trying to persuade Mycroft to dress up as Woody from Toy Story was a whole different obstacle. It had taken many heated discussions hours before the party and bucketfuls of tea to get the man to agree to wear the costume Greg had chosen for him.

''You look fine, perfect even,'' Greg says when Mycroft comes out from changing in the bathroom. ''Maybe we should just skip the party tonight,'' Greg adds, making his fingers walk up Mycroft's chest and looks up at him with a sly smile.

''As attempting as that offer is, it was you who forced me into this ridiculous costume and begged me to attend this party with you,'' Mycroft argues back and rolls his eyes when Greg starts to pout up at him. ''The sooner we go the sooner we can leave.''

''Fine but you're wearing that tonight.''

''If I must,'' Mycroft says and leads the way down the stairs.

-X-

Greg and Mycroft stand outside 221B waiting for the other two to arrive. John walks out first, greeting Greg and Mycroft with a smile while Sherlock closes the door and follows John, stopping in his tracks when he sees his brother.

''Really brother, a cowboy?''

''Sherlock, he's Woody from Toy Story,'' John says and frowns when he sees no recognition in the man's face. ''You haven't seen Toy Story?''

''Dull,'' Sherlock replies waving a hand in the air. ''You know I don't waste my time with trivia.''

''Oh Sherlock I see you're going as a pirate, how very original,'' Mycroft retorts, smiling smugly when he sees Sherlock frown. ''You always did want to be a pirate, does your old costume not fit anymore?''

Sherlock's lip quips in anger and he clenches his fists. ''I'm not a child anymore, Mycroft,'' He returns through gritted teeth.

Greg and John both exchange looks and John leans in to the space between Mycroft and Sherlock. ''Boys, not now, it's freezing out here so let's go before my fingers fall off.''

Mycroft's driver opens the car door for all of them and Greg and Mycroft get inside first, followed by John who turns around to face Sherlock. ''Coming?'' He asks, the air he exhales coming out like dragons breath.

''Fine, but I'm not sitting next tohim.''

John laughs, more air being dispensed into the night sky. ''Whatever just get in the car before I die of frostbite.''

Sherlock rolls his eyes and walks over to the car door, enters and closes the door behind him.

-X-

The four of them arrive to a house full of sweaty, dancing people in costumes. Sherlock looks around and breathes in the aroma of alcohol, sweat and cologne. He turns to Mike who is rushing towards them, wearing a vampire costume, grinning.

''You guys made it!'' He shouts excidelty over the thumping music. ''Can I get any of you a drink? You all look great by the way.'' He beckons them towards the left side of the room where the mini bar is. He goes behind it and grabs four beers and thrusts one into each of their hands. ''C'mon boys, get them down you and I'll introduce you to some people,'' He says smiling, his fangs gleaming in the low lighting. His attention is steered off when he sees someone across the room and he excuses himself leaving the four men standing awkwardly around the bar.

''Well, I'm going to go mingle,'' John announces and walks off with his beer in hand leaving the rest of them. A few seconds later Greg follows suit and it is only the Holmes brothers left, standing tense with the beer becoming hot in their hands.

''Do you think he has tea instead?'' Sherlock says, making an attempt at a joke as he puts the can of beer down and focuses on the people in the room.

''I doubt it very much, although it wouldn't hurt to look through his cupboards.''

Sherlock doesn't reply but carries on deducing the other members at the party. Cheating, alcoholic, history of failed marriages- He is cut from his train of thought as Mycroft begins to speak,

''When did it happen, Sherlock? When did we let sentiment take control of us?''

Sherlock turns his body towards Mycroft, his brows slumping in confusion. ''I don't know what you mean, nothing has happened, sentiment is still and will always be unforgivable.''

He's lying, he knows it himself, has seen the clues of lying on a person's face. Nose touching, mouth covering, leaning backwards and fidgeting. Mycroft looks down at Sherlock's hand pulling on the sleeves of his tailcoat and smirks.

''Is he the one, John Watson, the wounded soldier returned from war? Would you give up everything you have been taught about love and sentiment for him?'' He questions and pauses, scanning Sherlock's face. ''I take that as a resounding yes.''

''But what about you Mhm? You and Lestrade. Has sentiment gotten the better of you as well?'' Sherlock places his hands together and tilts his head to the side. ''Or is all the touching and whispered 'I love you's' just an act?''

''I, unlike you brother dear, know exactly how to deal with my emotions. I know mine and Gregory's relationship is unlikely to last forever. I enjoy his company and he enjoys mine. That is enough.'' He doesn't mean it of course, he could never just categorise Greg as 'enjoyment'. He knows what he feels is love, he is just too proud to tell his brother he was wrong.

''Yes well as lovely as it is to talk to you brother I am going to go find John,'' Sherlock says after a minute and storms off, his face burning and his hands sweaty. He navigates his way towards the kitchen and finds a glass and turns on the cold water tap. He lets the coldness of the drink cool him down before he tips the remaining liquid into the sink. He grasps onto the sides of the sink and closes his eyes praying that John will want to go home soon even though they have just arrived.

''Figuring out how to escape? There's a backdoor to your left or there's the bathroom window.''

Sherlock darts his eyes open and whisks around facing the direction the voice came from. The person, or rather man, behind the voice walks closer towards him. He is wearing a plain black suit but a mask covers his eyes only leaving his nose and mouth exposed. He reaches out and his fingers lightly ghost over Sherlock's cheek. Sherlock shudders and takes a step back, the side of his hip knocking into the sink. The man chuckles, it's soft but Sherlock can't mistake the darkness hiding behind the action.

''You're burning up, I think you need a doctor.''

Sherlock swallows hard and he can feel himself becoming nervous, was this man flirting with him? He had seen people flirting before, had seen John flirt but unlike the fluttering in his stomach from John's words and touches, he felt nauseous and cheap from the man's tone and the fingers caressing over his crimson cheek.

''I already have one, thank you,'' Sherlock's words clipped and short as he pushes the man's hands away.

''The cowboy?'' The man asks, eyebrows raised and a smile dancing on his lips. ''Didn't look your type at all.''

''That was my brother.''

''Then it must have been the delectable man in the army uniform that you walked in with. Yes, I can see him giving orders, caught my eye the minute you all walked in. Perhaps I'll go talk to him.'' The man's voice is sickly sweet and Sherlock feels warning bells.

''I can't say I noticed you.'' Is all he replies and the man suddenly stops smiling and reaches into his pocket and holds a piece of paper between his index and middle finger.

''For you,'' He whispers leaning in further and placing the card into Sherlock's coat pocket, ''Just in case the little army man gets boring.'' He taps the pocket, withdraws and leaves the kitchen.

Sherlock breathes, as if his breath has been cut off. He blinks rapidly and tries to compose himself. He reaches into his pocket and retrieves the paper. He unfolds it and looks at the series of numbers printed on the white paper and the 'J' next to it with two small kisses.

His confusion is written all over his face and he wonders whether to throw it away or find the man and give it back to him before John walks in.

''Hey, I've been looking for you. Greg's been challenged to a drinking contest and I don't like the other guys odds. You coming to watch?''

''Yeah, I'll be there in a minute,'' He replies and John nods before walking out and back to the party.

Sherlock mentally prepares himself, taking a long and shuddery breath in and exhaling feeling some of the nerves lift off from him and goes to join the others.

-X-

The party continues into the night and Greg and Mycroft end up winning a prize for the best couple costume. Sherlock and John each win a prize for the limbo competition although Sherlock gives up his prize to John.

But now many of the guests have left and it is just Mike and the four of them lazily slumped on the coach and just enjoying one another's company. Mycroft has one arm firmly wrapped around Greg who took of his Buzz Lightyear costume an hour ago, complaining about the heat. John's head is resting on Sherlock's shoulder and Mike has his feet on the coffee table. The music has been turned down and there is only a gentle humming left.

''Well I think it's safe to say that everybody has had a good time. Thank you, Mike,'' John says and there's a round of agreement from everybody. ''Even Sherlock enjoyed himself... in the end.''

Sherlock just shrugs lightly careful not to knock John off his shoulder and closes his eyes in content. ''Yes although I don't think that woman enjoyed me telling her that her husband was cheating on her in Mike's bathroom.''

They all laugh and Greg adds, 'the woman was livid, nearly had to get my badge out and explain why it wasn't a good idea to murder her husband with a cop around.''

''Well I'm sure that would have made the party more interesting,'' Mycroft adds and stretches before looking at his watch. ''Well I think it is about time that me and Gregory depart. Thank you Michael, it was nice meeting you.'' Mycroft stands up and shakes Mike's hand.

''Call me Mike. It was nice to meet you too.'' He shakes Mycroft's hand in return and turns towards Sherlock and John. ''You guys staying?''

John shakes his head and gets up. '' No I think me and Sherlock should be heading off as well. It was great to see you again mate.'' He smiles and gives the man a friendly clap on the back before reaching his hand out to Sherlock. 'C'mon you, let's go before you start falling asleep.''

Sherlock opens his eyes and takes John's hand nodding his head at Mike and saying thank you as he leads them all to the door.

'' We should all do this again sometime, sorry you didn't get to see the wife and son but they're staying with her mum for the week,'' Mike explains and opens the door for them all. ''Goodnight guys and happy Halloween.''

They all chorus 'happy Halloween' as they make their way out of the door but Sherlock lingers in the door way and turns to Mike.

''Mike, who was the man in the dark suit and mask? ''

Mike stops and looks crinkles his brows together in thought. ''No idea, mate. Why?''

''No reason just wondering.''

Mike gives him a long look before saying goodnight and shuts the door. Sherlock sighs softly, thinking and wondering who on earth the man was. He pulls at the coat collars trying to make them stay up and trails after John and the others.

-X-

''Well thank you for the lift,'' John says exiting the car and opening the door wider for Sherlock.

''Our pleasure,'' Greg says warmly and smiles at the both of them. ''It was great to see you two and there's a couple of cases I wanted to go over with you.''

''Sure. See you tomorrow then.''

John smiles back and closes the door saying goodbye to the two men. Sherlock is already at the door opening it and walking inside. He leaves it open for John, says hello to Mrs. Hudson who is just going to bed and walks up the stairs into the flat. He starts taking off the hook, his hat and his shoes before John eventually enters the room.

Sherlock checks his phone and finds he has a message from Molly wishing him a happy Halloween. He texts his reply to her then turns off his phone. Warm arms are wrapped around Sherlock's waist and a light kiss is placed on his cheek. Sherlock smiles because he knows that John has to stand on his tiptoes to be able to reach him.

''Who was that?'' John whispers his mouth near Sherlock's ear.

''Molly. She say's happy Halloween.'' Sherlock let's his back sink into John, finally able to relax because it's John, his John. The flat is dark expect for the light in the kitchen and the only sound is their breathing, mixing together like Sherlock's violin melodies.

''I don't think I've properly told you how good you look yet.''

John turns Sherlock around and presses his hand to his cheek, running his fingers along his cheekbone. Sherlock flinches slightly, enough for John to notice. He still remembers the man at the party, the movement of his fingers an exact copy of John's. It's enough to make Sherlock feel sick.

''What's wrong?'' John asks concerned, worried that he has done something wrong.

''Nothing.'' The word is sharp and cut because Sherlock doesn't have the patience or energy to tell John what happened. He gives John a strained smile and John removes his hand from Sherlock's cheek and runs his hand along the red velvet of the coat instead.

''Did I ever tell you how amazing you look in this?'' John bites his lip and looks up at Sherlock his pupils dilated.

''No I don't think you did, then again I didn't express how ridiculously good you look in uniform.'' Sherlock opens John's collar enough to reach the dog tags and his other hand starts to unbutton a couple of the shirt buttons.

John pulls at Sherlock's coat and the man is tugged down to John's height, their eyes resting on each other. John leans in, lips parting slightly and places them on Sherlock's lips. His mouth is warm and Sherlock opens further to give John access. Their tongues dance together and John doesn't't need to fight his dominance, doesn't need to prove that Sherlock is his. He withdraws and Sherlock lets out a soft moan of displeasure from the loss of warmth.

''Mr Holmes,'' John whispers, hands still wrapped around the red fabric of the coat, his breath ticking Sherlock's face. ''Will you be my captain tonight?''

There's a pause and Sherlock leans in further, his nose rubbing against Johns and his hands exploring the soft skin of John's chest. ''Of course,'' He replies, his voice merely a murmur ''But only if you'll be mine.''

Soft moans and hushed cries of pleasure escape from each other throughout the night. Repeated 'I love you's' are the last sounds from each of them as they drift off to sleep, wrapped in one another's arms, their legs a tangled mess and the end of the bed. Their clothes left discarded one by one in a trail leading to their bedroom. The red velvet coat thrown like a doll on the floor with a forgotten number burning a hole in the pocket.

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