"Sherlock..." Mycroft said with a stern voice as he looked down at his younger brother, who lay naked beside him on the cold wet stone floor. They were on their usual summer hunt, which quite often made them go overseas to find the best food available. Right now, they were hiding in a cave, somewhere in the deep forests of Sweden.
"Yes brother?" Sherlock replied. He looked at his brother, seeing the well known sharpness in the elder man's gaze.
"You need to find a mate before summer's end." Mycroft answered, his naked arms crossed over his chest.
"Why?" Sherlock sighed and made a disapproving face. "The Walking Meat bore me out totally and why are you demanding this of me when, clearly, you do not have a mate yourself?" the younger man asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
Mycroft let out an ignorant laugh, his face blank of emotions.
"You know why, brother dear. We are having a hard time getting offsprings and many of us are born sterile- which prevents us from getting pregnant, obviously. But you, Sherlock, you are going to be the savior of our bloodline. You are the first in generations to be born with the power to find a human and to breed with it. We need you for the sake of our bloodline and for the sake of our survival. If you decline to make our bloodline go forward, then there will be no more Homo lupus in this world." Mycroft sighed. He had explained the reason why far too many times before. Sherlock snorted in disagreement and stretched his body over the stone ground, not minding the coldness at all. He was hot, hot like the sun.
"But what if I don't want to find a mate? I will feel so trapped... and I won't be able to run free with you anymore. I will be stuck with this weak, pathetic excuse for a human for the rest of my life and I don't want that!" he growled and looked at his elder brother again. "I know brother dear...-" said Mycroft comfortingly. He reached out his arms, wanting Sherlock to crawl up next to him. "- but sometimes you have to sacrifice things for the greater good."
Sherlock sighed, pouted with his lips and gave in to Mycroft. He crawled up in his arms and made himself comfortable.
"I know brother... But I wish I could run by your side forever..." he sighed and leaned his head on Mycroft's quite thin but hard and muscular chest.
"Yes... I know you do. I wish that as well, but you've got to do this for the sake of our kind." Mycroft murmured and interlaced his fingers in Sherlock's silky curls. Sherlock sighed and closed his eyes.
"I will find a mate..." he said after a few minutes. "But I'll do it just for you, I don't care about the rest of our kind..." Sherlock stated before drifting off to sleep. Mycroft nodded, pleased with the answer and fell asleep to the sound of the rain.
The sweet smell of blueberries wafted into the cave where the sleeping human wolves were. The day was already becoming hot, even though the sun hadn't fully risen. Sherlock blinked a few times before waking up and stretching his body a little. Mycroft was lying beside him, still human, breathing calmly. Sherlock yawned before getting up from the stone floor and out of the cave. He ran out to the grove of blueberries and sunk down on his knees to scoop some up and eat them. He plucked them, ate some in between the plucking and then he returned back to the cave with his hands full of blueberries. He kicked Mycroft's stomach gently to wake him. Mycroft opened his eyes and looked at his brother.
"Good morning..." Mycroft said softly with a smile. Then he looked at the blueberries "Nice. Did you pluck them yourself?" he asked and Sherlock nodded proudly.
"I did." Sherlock said with a smile. He held out his hands to Mycroft so he could take some of the berries. Mycroft took a handful of berries and ate them.
"Oh, so sweet." Mycroft said, pleased, and smiled at Sherlock. His teeth were blue and Sherlock chuckled slightly - and suddenly, Sherlock's face went from happy to sad.
"This was the first time I plucked you blueberries... and it is the last time I'll ever do it." Sherlock said, before looking down at the ground. Mycroft sighed and hugged him tightly.
"I know my dear, but maybe you can ask your mate when you've known him or her for a while if you could go on vacation and then we could meet me up somewhere." Mycroft suggested. Sherlock seemed to cheer up a little bit at this.
"Good then. I will go to the town nearest from here and buy a cellphone so we can keep in contact."
"Sounds good. I will do the same."
"Should we get going? And yes, where are you going to look for your mate? Here in Sweden? England? Denmark?" Mycroft asked and prepared himself for transforming by snapping his joints a little. Sherlock did the same while he was thinking.
"I think I'll go back to England and search over there." he replied. Mycroft nodded. "Sounds good." he said. "We should get going before it gets too dark and the stores close." he added and Sherlock nodded, going down on all fours. Mycroft did the same.
Their soft face features was replaced by long wolf snouts with sharp teeth sticking out of their mouths, their legs cracked and slowly transformed into strong wolf legs and paws. Sherlock moaned slightly by the stinging pain that flowed through his body, but he still enjoyed it. After about 5 seconds, the two brothers were fully transformed. Mycroft was even taller than Sherlock now and more muscular, and his fur was like his hair; dark brown but with light brown highlights. His eyes was glowing and he was fierce looking. Sherlock, however, was not that muscular or tall but he was an excellent hunter with his small frame and good hearing. He was very intelligent too. His fur was like his hair; dark brown with tints of black.
The two brothers started running through the forest together and after about 2 hours reached the town. The sun had set, but the stores were still open according to Mycroft. They quickly transformed back to humans before they entered the streets of the small town. Fortunately, Mycroft had got some extra clothes with him. Sherlock didn't understand how he had managed to bring them along but he was happy anyway. When they were on their longer hunts they went around naked most of the time, since it felt most natural for them, so when Sherlock put on underpants, trousers and a shirt again he found the fabric quite itchy. Mycroft didn't seem to think the same. They hurried to a cellphone store and Mycroft bought one cellphone to each of them and two prepaid cards.
"But... Uhm... Mycroft, you do know that I have no idea how to use a cellphone... Right?" Sherlock said with an embarrassed voice while they were at the grocery store. Sherlock needed some provisions for his long journey back to England.
"Please, Sherlock. You are very intelligent, I'm sure you will be able to figure out how a cellphone works without too much trouble. Otherwise, your mate will help you." Mycroft replied with a shrug and patted Sherlock's shoulder gently.
"Okay." Sherlock sighed and nodded.
"We should go and buy your boat tickets and then rent a room for the night." Mycroft said and Sherlock looked at him.
"Rent a room? Why not sleep in the nearby forest?" he asked.
"We get free breakfast in the morning. And cake." Mycroft said with a smirk and Sherlock laughed.
"Okay then, I understand." Sherlock chuckled and the two brothers went to a small motel to rent a room for the night. They woke up quite early the next morning and quickly ate breakfast and cake, since the boat was leaving the dock soon.
"Do you have everything that you need?" Mycroft asked when they were at the dock. The boat was leaving in about 2 minutes.
"I think so." Sherlock replied. He took a brief look into the backpack that Mycroft had brought him.
"Good. You need to get on the boat now, brother dear," Mycroft said before kissing Sherlock's forehead.
Sherlock nodded, looking a bit sad and troubled. He bit his lips before going up to the small bridge between the boat and the dock, that would take him back to England.
"Be safe." Mycroft called softly, before the boat's engine started to whir. Mycroft waved and smiled at him, Sherlock did his best to do the same. He went in to his personal cabin and settled himself on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He had never been away from Mycroft for a longer period of time before, and now it felt like he was going to be away from him forever. Sherlock moved uneasily in his bed and couldn't get to sleep. He sat up and opened his backpack to see if he could learn to use that cellphone. He turned it on and managed to write a text to Mycroft's number.
I miss you too much. I can't sleep without you. - SH
Soon his phone buzzed and telling him that he had received a text.
I'm glad you figured out how to get the phone to work. And you will be able to sleep soon enough brother dear, I'm always watching you and remember that the Moon is watching you wherever you are. Be safe. - MH
Sherlock sighed, he wanted to speak more with his brother but he assumed that Mycroft was out in the woods again, running free. Sherlock looked out from the small window and looked at the Moon, looking back at him. He smiled a little and thought of the memories he had of himself and Mycroft basking in the moonlight. Soon enough, the young brother Holmes fell asleep with the Moon warming his cheek.