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Greg had been having a brutal day. The calls kept coming in for crime scene after crime scene while his paperwork back in his office at the Yard was just piling up. He takes a long drag from his cigarette as he looks into the crowd of lookie loos behind the police tape.

Sherlock gets out of the cab as it pulls up to the crime scene. He glances at all the on lookers before ducking under the police tape.

"Oi! Mate! You can't be on this side of the tape." Greg stops him from getting into the house.

Sherlock glances at him. “You’ve got three dead already, this is the fourth. No correlation between them except that each body has one finger missing, their ring finger. You have no leads thus far, so if you want to actually want to get anywhere, you’ll let me in.”

Greg's cigarette falls to the pavement as his mouth hangs open. "How the hell do you know any of that? There's been no press on this. Who are you?"

“The name is Sherlock Holmes. I’m a consulting detective. The only one in the world.” He looks at Greg expectantly.

"Right..." Greg hums, brow raised. "So you're a detective? Do you have ID? Badge? Anything credible?"

“I’ve just explained to you what you’re facing with this case, despite there not being any media coverage. Do you need any more credibility?”

Greg bites his lip. "Fine. Suit up." He points to the back of a police car that has the zipper suits and shoe coverings.

He hesitates, knowing he wouldn’t be allowed to get in unless he put them on. He goes to put on the suit and shoe covers.

Greg hums as he watches. "So how high are you right now exactly?" He asks as he suits up as well.

Sherlock hums. “What makes you ask?”

"Well your pupils are the size of pin holes, your hair is plastered to your forehead with sweat not rain because it hasn't rained recently, and it took you three times to steady yourself enough on one foot so you could get the over on your other shoe. Plus I'm a cop and a detective. A damn good one." Greg rolls his eyes and heads into the house fully suited, knowing Sherlock would follow.

Sherlock’s brow raises in interest before following Greg inside the house, far more interested in this man than the case.

"Have at it." Greg gestures around to the scene, having cleared everyone out so Sherlock could look around undisturbed.

Sherlock starts to look around the room, gathering his thoughts and deductions.

Greg stands in the doorway watching and staying quiet.

He straightens up, looking back to Greg. “Their ring finger is missing, signaling the killer is most likely a lover or spouse. Though, considering there are three bodies with the same circumstances, I believe it’s safe to say that the killer is an on looker who believes he is doing the right thing. All of the victims were engaged in different affairs, the killer thought he was ridding the world of evil.”

"So were looking for a divorced person who's offing couples who are having affairs because their ex spouse used to cheat on them?" Greg hums. "Considering that I could be in the killer pool as well." He sighs and shakes his head. "Thanks for.. Whatever this was."

He offer Greg his business card. “Text me if you have another case.” He hums softly, glancing Greg over.

"Yeah.. Yeah I'll be sure to do that." Greg nods and offers a smiles as he slips the card into his pocket.

Sherlock nods. “If you need me before then, the address is 221B Baker St.”

"Good to know." Greg nods. "Oh and Sherlock? If you want cases from me you have to be sober and clean. That's my only condition."

He hesitates before nodding, knowing cases would be enough to keep his boredom away.

"Good. You know where to find me but here." He hums and hands him his card.

He nods, pocketing his card. “If everything is done here, I suppose I’ll be off.”

"Yeah okay. I think we're packing up as well." He nods, walking out with Sherlock.

“Oh, alright.” He hadn’t expected Greg to walk out with him. They go back to the police car to take their suits and shoe covers off.

"Thanks for having a look. I know these things aren't nice to look at. So umm when you get clean give me a call and I'll see what I can do to help you. If you need help getting clean I'm around so yeah." He shrugs, putting his coat on.

He hesitates, putting his coat back on. “Yes, I suppose I could use some help getting clean..”

"Alright. How about we go to dinner? I haven't had anything all day." He sighs.

“Yes, dinner would be fine. I haven’t eaten this week, so I suppose it’s time.”

Greg looks shock. "Yeah okay. That's another thing we're going to have to fix."

“Food slows me down. I only eat when my transport finds it necessary.”

"Jesus.." He sighs. "Lets go. Wherever you want. My treat."

“Thai?” He offers.

"Sure. Lead the way." He nods, smiling a bit.

He leads him to his favorite Thai place.

Greg hums and follows him.

They go inside and get a table.

"Tell me about yourself." He hums after the waiter takes their order away to be made.

He blinks a bit. “What do you want to know?”

"I dunno. I don't know anything about you except you use and you're brilliant."

He blushes faintly. “You thought it was brilliant?”

"Of course. You picked up more in five minutes than most senior detectives do in a day at a crime scene. It was amazing." He smiles softly.

“That’s not what most people say.”

"Mm why am I not surprised."

“I suppose I can answer any questions you have.”

"Why did you come to the crime scene?"

“I needed a fix.”

"So I give you cases and you don't get high? That seems likes a good deal to me."

“Why do you care if I get clean?”

"Why wouldn't I?"

He furrows his brow a bit.

"You're a human being. A brilliant one. One that wants to help people. So what your a junkie? You're smart enough to get clean. To help yourself. And I'll be there to help you."

He hesitates and nods.

"Good." He smiles as their food comes.

Sherlock pokes at his food a bit before he starts to eat.

Greg hums and eats. "You've got good taste I'll give you that." He smiles.

“This is my favorite place when I eat.” He hums a bit.

He smiles and nods as he eats.

He smiles a bit as he eats more. “I suppose you should come to my flat to confiscate everything to get me clean.”

"I'd be glad to." He chuckles softly.

He nods, going back to eating.

Greg sighs as he phone rings. He looks at the caller ID and puts his phone back into his pocket.

Sherlock glances up at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Mm my ex wife's lawyer. We're divorced and she's still going after me for money even though her infidelity is what ended the marriage." Greg hums, sipping his drink.

Sherlock hums a bit. “Sentiment.”

Greg sighs and nods.

“Perhaps we should go to my flat.”

"Sure." He nods.

He pulls out his wallet to pay.

"I said it'd be my treat." He hums and takes out his wallet, paying the tab.

He hesitates before putting his wallet away.

"Ready?" He smiles and stands, stretching.

He stands, putting on his cost.

He hums and follows him out.

He hails a cab for them.

He gets into the cab with him.

Sherlock tells the cabbie his address and they start going.

"If this is going to work you need to be honest with me. I'm going to search the whole flat anyway." Greg hums.

“Of course.” He knew there would be plenty to confiscate, though he hadn’t gone to the clinic to get more testosterone yet.

"Good." He nods.

He nods and leads them in as the cab stops.

Greg follows him up after paying the cabbie.

Sherlock opens his flat, holding the door open for Greg.

Greg hums as he walks into the flat, looking at the mess.

“Wasn’t exactly expecting guests.” He mumbles a bit.

"I figured." He chuckles softly.

He goes to sit in his chair, swishing his hand in the air. “Go on with whatever you need to do.”

He nods and searches the flat.

Sherlock closes his eyes as he waits.

It takes Greg a few hours but he searches every nook and cranny.

Sherlock had been in his mind palace while Greg was searching his flat.

Greg makes tea, waiting for Sherlock to wake up.

Sherlock opens his eyes when he smells tea.

"Fell asleep?" Greg asks, sipping his tea.

“Mm, no, I was in my mind palace.”

"In a what?"

“Mind palace. It’s where I store everything.”

"Huh."

He hums. “You made tea?”

"Yeah. Hope you don't mind."

"I'll have a cup."

He pours him one.

He offers a slight smile as he takes the cup. “Did you get everything you need?”

"Yeah I think so." He nods.

He nods. “Alright. Good. You should take the cigarettes also.”

"There in there." He nods to the bag of contraband.

“Oh, good.”

"Here." He tosses him a box of nicotine patches. "I've got em too." He hums and pulls up his sleeve showing Sherlock the patch.

He feels a bit better knowing Greg needed patches as well. He nods as he looks at the box.

He hums and sips his tea.

Sherlock sets the box down and sips his tea.

"You're... Something else."

His brow furrows. “What does that mean?”

"I dunno. You're unlike anyone I've ever met before." He shrugs.

“Is that good?”

"Things will never be bored with you around that's for sure." He chuckles and smiles.

“Oh, thank you?”

"Yeah. Sure."

He sips his tea. “Well, thank you for offering to help.”

"Of course. You deserve all the help you can get. I'm here for you whenever so don't hesitate to call." He smiles softly.

“I will remember that.”

"Good. Good." He nods. "Well if you don't need anything right now I best be off."

He nods. “Tell me when you have a case.”

"Sure thing." Greg stands. "I'll talk to you soon, Sherlock." He smiles.

He nods, standing and going to the window.

Greg nods and leaves the flat.

Sherlock starts to play his violin as Greg leaves.

Greg stands at the bottom of the stairs and listens to Sherlock play for a minute. He smiles softly before leaving the building.

Sherlock watches him leave from the window before putting his violin down, going to take his bindings off. He lets out a sigh of relief as the last of the bandages come off, grumbling to himself about how he needs to buy a new binder.

Greg heads back to work, going through stack after stack of files.

Sherlock puts a baggy shirt on before going to make tea.

Greg works through the night and falls asleep at his desk, not wanting to go home to his empty flat.

Sherlock curls up on the couch with his tea.

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Greg calls Sherlock about a few days later for a case and frowns as Sherlock doesn't answer. He sighs and calls again.

Sherlock glares at his phone, his dysphoria hitting him hard lately. He hasn’t left his flat in a few days, having taken his last dose of testosterone the day prior.

Greg frowns and bites his lip, leaving the crime scene to go check on Sherlock.

Sherlock is wrapped up in his robe, moping on the couch.

"Sherlock! Are you here?" Greg calls out as he comes up the stairs.

He grumbles, too upset to put his needles and vials away.

Greg come in and looks around, seeing the needles and vials near Sherlock as he's curled up on the couch. "Oh Sherlock." He sighs. "You should have called me instead of using. I told you to call me." He frowns, kneeling next to Sherlock.

Sherlock pulls his robe around himself more, panicking a bit when he realizes he wasn’t binding. “I.. it’s not..”

"It's not what?" Greg frowns. "You don't look high."

He frowns. “I’m not. I didn’t use.”

"Then what is this with the vials and needles?" He frowns and picks up a vial, reading it.

He frowns, curling in on himself further, afraid of him finding out.

Greg holds the vial for a minute before putting it down gently. "How are you feeling?"

His frown deepens, pressing against the back of the couch.

Greg sighs and rubs his hands through his graying hair. "Look. I'm sorry I barged in here. I was worried about you. I know that's no an excuse. There was a case and you weren't answering so I came over to check on you. I'm sorry I invaded your privacy." He apologize genuinely. "When was the last time you ate?"

He frowns a bit, holding the robe closed as he sits up on the couch. “Dinner with you..” He mumbles.

"Okay." He nods and stands. "Do you want to go out to eat and then go to the crime scene or do you want take away and I'll tell you about it?"

He frowns. “I.. I can’t leave..”

"Okay." He says softly. "I can.. I can go if I'm making you uncomfortable. I'll have some food sent here and when it comes I'll go if you want." He hums, not wanting to make Sherlock uncomfortable by invading his space anymore than he already has. He pulls out his phone to order food.

He bites his lip. “I.. you don’t have to go..”

"Okay." He smiles softly. "What do you want to eat?"

He shrugs a bit.

"What do you like? Pizza, sandwich, Chinese, Italian?" He gives him options.

“I like Italian.”

"Do you have a favorite place to order from?"

He nods. “Angelo’s. If you tell him it’s for me, he’ll give you whatever.”

Greg nods and places the order.

Sherlock brings his knees up to his chest.

Greg goes and makes tea after hanging up.

He sniffles softly, wishing he had been able to use just so he could ignore his dysphoria.

"Budge up." Greg sits next to him on the couch and sets their tea down.

He bites his lip. “I.. I should go change..”

"Why? You look fine to me." He hums and sips his tea.

He shakes his head a bit. “N-No, I need to change.” He gets up shakily, going to his room.

He frowns a bit as he watches him go. He gets up as the bell rings and goes down to get the food.

When Greg comes back up, Sherlock is back on the couch, having used the bandages to bind again. He’s now in a loose shirt and sweatpants.

Greg smiles and takes their food out of the bags.

“Thank you..” He says softly.

"You're welcome." He sits on the other end of the couch from him and starts to eat.

He hesitates before starting to eat.

"It's good." He hums.

He smiles a bit. “His food is always good.”

"For not eating much you know good places." He smiles and nudges him gently.

He blushes a bit. “When I eat, I’d like it to be at a good place.”

"Good." He smiles softly, eating happily.

He smiles a bit as he starts to eat.

He relaxes as he eats with him.

“You were worried about me?” He asks after a bit.

"Yeah of course. I was trying to reach you and you didn't answer. I hadn't heard from you in a few days so.." He shrugs. "I just came over to check up on you."

He bites his lip and nods, not having expected him to worry.

"You okay?"

“Not used to people worrying.”

He hums and nods. "Well you've got me now."

He feels his face heat up a bit and nods.

He hums and smiles as he finishes his food.

He soon finishes his food.

"Good job." He smiles.

He blushes and nods.

He hums and cleans up.

He sips his tea, wincing a bit from his ribs hurting because of his binding.

"You're alright?" He frowns.

“Fine.” He mumbles a bit before thinking to himself. ‘Fractured rib, most likely.’

"Liar." Greg hums.

He looks up, a bit surprised that Greg had called him out.

"You're full of shit." He chuckles. "You're in pain. I know because I do the same thing."

He bites his lip. “Can’t do anything about it.”

"You're hurting yourself." He sighs.

“I’ve no choice at this point.”

"Yes you do. You're probably binding yeah? Are you using something proper or bandages? Because that's probably 90% of your problem right there."

“I can’t afford a proper binder.” He huffs.

"Fine. I'll buy you some. This bandage thing needs to stop." He nods.

He frowns a bit. “Greg, that’s not your job.”

"It might not be but I don't like seeing my friends in pain. You're in pain. I don't want that for you." He sighs.

He blinks a bit. “I.. friends..?”

"Yeah. I think so. You're my friend." He nods.

He smiles a bit, nodding.

"Good." He smiles.

He bites his lip. “I need to pick up my prescription. I just ran out.. plus you took the rest of my needles.”

"Okay. Sorry bout that. I can go pick it up if you want." He hums.

“I don’t know if they’ll let you. I’ll put something on, and we can go..”

"Okay." He nods and smiles softly.

He blushes a bit before going to put a large, baggy sweater on, reluctantly taking the bandages off.

Greg waits for him patiently.

Sherlock comes back out, carrying the bandages.

Greg smiles and holds his hand out for the wad of bandages.

He hands it over.

He rolls it up and sticks it in his pocket. "After you." He smiles and holds the door open.

He blushes a bit and nods, leaving.

He hums and follows Sherlock down.

“We should be able to walk there.”

"Alrighty." Greg smiles and walks with Sherlock.

Sherlock keeps his gaze lowered each time they pass someone.

"You're alright. I'm right here." Greg says softly as they walk, staying close to Sherlock.

He bites his lip and nods, blushing a bit at how close Greg was.

Greg hums and follows Sherlock into the store.

He goes to pick up his prescription.

Greg picks up a prescription as well for his migraines.

Sherlock takes his prescription quietly, going to wait for Greg.

Greg comes over a few minutes later. "Sorry for the wait. They always get my name wrong and won't let me have the meds." He sighs. "Do you need anything else while we're out and about?" He smiles, putting the bottle into his coat pocket.

He bites his lip. “I need more honey.”

"You need more of everything in that flat." He chuckles softly. "Grocery store?"

“I suppose. I normally just get takeout.”

"Alright. We'll pick you up some things." He smiles softly.

He blushes a bit and nods.

"Good." Greg smiles and leads them out, heading to the grocer.

Again, Sherlock keeps his eyes down, avoiding contact with anyone on the street.

Greg pushes the cart when they get into the store, following Sherlock.

Sherlock makes a beeline for the honey.

Greg chuckles and follows him.

He hums as he gets a few jars.

He smiles softly as Sherlock puts the jars into the cart.

He bites his lip. “What else should I get?”

"Tea, milk, bread, fruits, veg. Do you eat meat?" He smiles.

“Yes, I do. I suppose I’ve never really stocked my fridge..”

"Well lets stock it up then." He nods and smiles.

Sherlock nods as he follows Greg around the store.

Greg hums as he picks out staple food items for Sherlock, picking a lot of snack things knowing Sherlock would probably eat more if he didn't have to cook a whole meal.

Sherlock smiles as he watches Greg pick out things for him.

"I think that's about good. What do you think?" Greg smiles at him.

He nods, looking at the filled up cart.

"Good. Should we get something to make for dinner tonight? Living off take away isn't exactly the best choice."

He nods. “Sure.”

"So what should we have then?" He smiles.

“Fish and chips?

"Sounds great." He grins.

He blushes a bit and smiles.

He smiles and gets the things to make dinner.

He smiles as he follows him around, forgetting about his chest for a moment.

"Do you wanna get something for dessert?" He asks as he looks at the backed goods, eyeing the mini chocolate cupcakes.

“I suppose so.”

He picks up the package of mini chocolate cupcakes. "They go good with ice cream." He shrugs and puts them in the cart.

He nods. “We should get some ice pops.”

"Sure." He smiles and follows Sherlock, pushing the cart along.

They go and Sherlock puts a pack in the cart.

Greg smiles happily.

“Is that all?”

"Yup I think so."

He nods. “Okay.” They go to check out.

Greg pays and they head back to Baker Street.

“Thank you..” Sherlock mumbles quietly.

"My pleasure." Greg smiles.

He smiles softly as they go into his flat.

Greg hums and carries up the groceries.

Sherlock helps Greg put everything away.

Greg smiles and starts on dinner.

He blushes a bit, having expected Greg to go home, assuming he had a spouse.

"Fish and chips, yeah?" He smiles, staring to cook.

“That sounds brilliant, actually.”

"Good. Would you wash and cut the potatoes?"

He bites his lip and nods, going into the kitchen to help him.

He smiles and works with him.

He hesitates. “Why are you being so nice?”

He frowns a bit. "What do you mean?"

He makes it a point not to look at Greg, fiddling with the potatoes. “Why are you being so nice to me? What do you want?” He mumbles, genuinely not used to people being nice to him for the sake of it.

"Being nice to people is usually a default setting. Well unless your an arse." He says softly, leaning against the counter and looking at Sherlock. "I don't want anything from you. I just would like to see you get better. To get control over your life. If letting you help on cases and gives families closure then what's the harm in that? You're brilliant and you know what your doing." He hums. "Actually I do want something. I know you're a great man. But I really want to see you become a good one." He smiles happily.

Sherlock blinks a bit, looking caught off guard. He hadn’t expected an answer like that, if he was being honest. “I.. You don’t think I’m a.. a freak?”

"What? Why would I ever think that?" Greg frowns, totally thrown.

“Because that’s what everyone thinks! Because I’m…” He gestures to himself.

"Well everyone deserves a swift kick in the pants. Multiple swift kicks." He sighs. "Because you're trans? That hasn't changed my opinion about you one bit. I'm sure you can tell that. It's just one piece of who you are. You're a man. You think like a man. You walk like a man. You talk like a man. Even you didn't have any of those you'd still be a man. You know why? Because you say you are! That's more than good enough for me. I believe you. I trust you. Trust yourself and when you don't I'll be right here telling you to. Okay?" He smiles softly.

His eyes start to tear up a bit before he stiffens himself moving to hug Greg, obviously not used to contact like this.

Greg blinks a bit and hugs Sherlock back. "It's okay. I've got you. Just breathe." He says softly and rubs his back. "You can always have a hug from me, yeah? I hand them out for free." He chuckles softly and smiles.

He blushes a bit and nods, careful not to press too close.

"You good?" He smiles softly and rubs his back.

He bites his lip and nods. “Thank you..”

"Any time." He smiles and gets back to making dinner.

He smiles a bit as he finishes cutting the potatoes.

Greg smiles and fries them before the fish.

Sherlock goes to the kettle to make tea.

Greg hums happily as he cooks.

He pours their tea and sits at the counter.

He smiles and plates their food.

He blushes a bit. “Thank you..”

"My pleasure." He smiles and sits with him.

He offers him a cup of tea.

"Thank you." He smiles, their hands touching for a moment as he takes the cup.

Sherlock blushes and drops his gaze. “Yeah.”

Greg hums happily and starts to eat. He groans as his phone rings again from his ex wife's lawyer. He takes his phone out and turns it off completely.

“Everything alright?” Sherlock asks carefully.

"Yeah. My ex is after me for more money." He shrugs.

“I don’t believe that’s entirely legal.”

"It's not because we've already settled everything in court."

“Why don’t you just block her number?”

"I have. Her lawyer gets burned phones. He's not exactly the most legal."

“Take him to court."

"Meh. He'll stop calling when she stops fucking him."

His eyes widen a bit, unsure how to handle the situation.

"It is what it is." He shrugs. "So what do you think?" He nods to Sherlock's food, smiling shyly as he wondered what he thinks.

He blushes a bit, nodding. “It’s good.”

"Good." He smiles happily, eating more.

He smiles as he eats.

Greg hums and soon finishes his plate.

Sherlock finishes almost all of his food.

"Good job." Greg praises and smiles when he sees Sherlock's nearly empty plate.

He blushes a bit.

He hums happily and relaxes.

He blushes shyly. “I.. thank you..”

"Yeah my pleasure." He smiles.

He smiles softly.

"So.." He hums. "You have a girlfriend or boyfriend around?"

He blushes a bit at the sudden question. “I.. no..”

"Huh." He hums and nods.

He bites his lip. “Why?”

"Curious. I don't know a lot about you." He shrugs, getting up and doing the dishes.

“Then, ask away, I suppose.”

"Mm alright. Are you a cat or dog person?" He smiles as he washes the dishes.

“I’ve only ever had a dog, but I suppose I wouldn’t be opposed to having a cat.”

"You seem like a dog owning kind of guy." He chuckles.

“I do?”

"Yeah. When we were walking to the shop you'd slow down to watch dogs pass by." He smiles.

He blushes and smiles shyly.

He chuckles and smiles, finishing the dishes.

He blushes and finishes his tea.

Greg dries his hands and sits back down with Sherlock.

“I.. thank you for everything..”

"Yeah. My pleasure." He smiles and finishes his tea.

He blushes. “Ah.. do you want more tea?”

"Sure." He smiles and nods.

He gets up to get more tea for them both.

Greg hums and relaxes.

He sets their cups down.

"Thanks." He smiles and wraps his hand around the warm mug.

He blushes and nods, sitting with him again.

He hums and sips his tea.

Sherlock drinks his tea quietly.

Greg smiles softly and relaxes.

He curls up in his seat.

He watches him and smiles.

He looks up to see Greg watching him and he blushes.

Greg hums happily and sips his tea.

He blushes and looks down at his tea.

He smiles and relaxes, turning his phone back on in case work called.

Sherlock chews on his lip as he realizes he has feelings starting for Greg.

Greg jumps a bit as his phone rings loudly. "Hello? Where?"

Sherlock looks up as Greg answers his phone.

"I'll be there." Greg hums and hangs up. "Wanna go take a look at a crime scene?" He smiles to Sherlock.

He perks up a bit before hesitating, biting his lip. “I.. don’t have anything to wear..”

"We can stop at my place and you can pick something out. I think I have something that'll be perfect for you." He smiles and stands.

He blushes a bit and nods as he stands.

Greg smiles happily and leads Sherlock out, getting a cab to his flat.

He follows him out after they get there.

He leads Sherlock up to his flat. "Bedroom is over there. Pick out whatever you like." He smiles and goes to look for something.

Sherlock bites his lip as he goes to look in his bedroom, blushing a bit. He opens his closet and picks out a button up shirt and a tighter undershirt. He sets them out on the bed and takes off his shirt, blushing as he pulls on the undershirt and the button up, hoping he looked flat enough.

"Ha! Found it!" Greg says from the living room.

Sherlock blushes as he comes out in Greg’s clothes.

"Oh wow.." Greg gasps softly as he sees him. "You look brilliant." He grins. "Here." He smiles and hands him a long coat.

He blushes at Greg’s compliment as he takes the coat. “This is for me?”

"Yeah. Put it on." He smiles.

He blushes and nods as he puts the coat on.

"That. That is it. That's the look." He grins.

He blushes a bit more. “I.. really?”

"Really. It's perfect. You look amazing." He smiles happily. "Go have a look."

He goes to look in the mirror, blushing at how masculine he thinks he looks.

"You're a very handsome man if I do say so myself." Greg smiles. "And I do say so."

He blushes brighter, ducking his head a bit.

He chuckles softly and smiles. "Feeling up to solving a murder?"

“Always.”

He smiles and leads him out, catching a cab to the crime scene.

Sherlock feels more confident in himself as they walk to the cab.

Greg smiles happily as he sees Sherlock looking and walking more confident.

Sherlock smiles as they get in the cab.

Greg tells the cabbie the address, sitting next to Sherlock.

Sherlock blushes a bit at how close he was, biting his lip and making himself focus.

"So umm so far it seems like a domestic dispute. The female was having a fight the night before. But all of the neighbors say she lived alone and didn't have anyone in her life." Greg hums.

He nods. “How did she die?”

"That's the thing. We don't know yet. No sign of trauma. No stab wounds, gun shots, bruising. Nothing. She's still in the flat laying between the kitchen and living room. Possibly poisoning but they haven't seen any signs on scene yet." He hums.

Sherlock hums. “Interesting.”

"No sign of forced entry either."

He perks up a bit at that. “Hm.”

He chuckles softly and pays the cabbie as they get out.

Sherlock follows him into the flat.

Greg lead him up, the rest of the team inside collecting and analyzing.

Sherlock looks around as he takes in the scene.

Some people look at him, knowing he's not part of the Yard.

Sherlock bites his lip, trying to just focus on the case. He knows he still has feminine features.

They whisper to each other as they look at him. "Do you want me to send them out? We can give you some space." Greg says softly, knowing the staring makes Sherlock uncomfortable.

He nods a bit. “Please.” He mutters his response.

Greg has everyone clear out. "What? You can't leave random people up here alone!" Anderson complains as Greg ushers them downstairs, leaving Sherlock alone in the flat with the body.

Sherlock gets closer to the body, leaning in to inspect it.

Greg paces as he thinks. "No forced entry. So the killer either had a key or she let them in. But the landlord had to cut the chain lock on the door." Greg hums. "Then how'd they get out?" Anderson frowns. “They couldn't have.. They.. They didn't. Oh god they didn't! Get round back! Now!" Greg marks at the officers as he races back up the stairs. His eyes widen as he sees the killer holding Sherlock by his hair, knife to Sherlock's neck.

Sherlock stiffens when Greg comes in, struggling a bit against the killer.

"Easy. Easy." Greg says softly and puts his hands up, looking at Sherlock. "Listen, mate. This doesn't have to go bad. We all just want to go home. No one else knows you're here but us two and I'm sure as hell not gonna say anything. Neither will he. You're free to go. Back stairs. No ones there. Free and clear. Just go." Greg says softly, using an way soothing tone. The killer drops Sherlock and bolts for the back stairs. Greg grabs Sherlock and pulls him close, hugging him tight.

Sherlock presses against him, feeling a mix of relief and anger. “How could you let him go?”

"What? What the hell are you talking about?" Greg frowns. "Oh. No. God no. I sent everyone round back. He's cuffed and in the back of a car by now." He hums, hands resting on Sherlock's hips.

He sighs a bit in relief and presses his forehead against Greg’s shoulder.

He holds Sherlock close, resting his cheek to the top of his head. "I'm sorry." He whispers.

He shakes his head. “Not your fault.. you couldn’t have known.”

"I shouldn't have left you." He frowns, arms tightening around him a bit.

He blushes a bit, not daring to move. He slowly relaxes in Greg’s arms.

Greg holds him close, rubbing his back soothingly.

“Thank you..”

"My pleasure.." He smiles softly. "Sorry it wasn't an interesting case."

He shakes his head a bit. “No, I just wasn’t expecting that..”

"I know. Sorry."

He presses against him, holding onto him, still a bit in shock.

He holds him close and rubs his back. "Lets get you home."

He bites his lip and nods.

He takes his hand and leads him back downstairs.

He blushes a bit as he follows.

Greg gets Sherlock into a car and drives them back to Baker Street.

Sherlock stays quiet for the ride home, still a bit in shock.

Greg's takes his hand and laces their fingers together, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles.

Sherlock blushes brightly, stiffening a bit at the unexpected gesture.

"I know what happened was scary but you did so good. You're okay. I won't let anything happen to you." Greg says softly with his eyes on the road, knowing Sherlock is still in shock.

He bites his lip, tearing up a bit even though he tries to fight it, not used to being cared for.

Greg parks and looks over to Sherlock. "Hey. Hey no. No need to cry. It's okay. I've got you." He says softly and wipes one of Sherlock's stray tears.

He sniffles a bit, his cheeks still blushy.

"That's a good boy. How about we go up and have a cuppa to relax, mm?" He smiles softly.

He blushes a bit and nods. “Okay.”

He nods and follows him up.

Sherlock sits on the couch, huddling under his coat.

Greg goes and makes them tea.

Sherlock smiles softly as he watches Greg.

Greg smiles as he brings over the tea, sitting with Sherlock. "Told you the coat is perfect for you." He grins.

He blushes and bit and smiles shyly. “Thank you..”

"You're welcome." He smiles and relaxes next to him.

Sherlock hesitates a bit before he leans against Greg, relaxing.

Greg hums softly, sipping his tea

Sherlock sips his tea, trying to muster up his courage.

"Is it alright?" Greg asks about the tea.

He blushes and nods. "Yeah it's good."

"Good." He smiles.

He fiddles with his tea a bit before setting it down. He chews on his lip, glancing at Greg.

"You okay?" Greg asks, looking at him as he fidgets.

He bites his lip, knowing it was now or never. He leans in, hesitantly pressing their lips together, hoping he hadn’t misread the signs.

"Mm Sherlock.." Greg mumbles surprised as he pulls back.

Sherlock freezes up as he feels Greg pull back, desperately trying to find where he had misread Greg’s intentions.

"Listen, I know you're in shock. I'm sorry for what happened. I'm here for you. I just don't want you to do something you'll regret because of the shock." Greg frowns.

He frowns, starting to put up his walls again, thinking Greg was rejecting him. He didn’t bother to argue, thinking it would be useless.

"Sherlock?" He frowns. "Hey. Hey." He cups his cheek. "Please don't shut down on me. Please. I just don't want you to be upset when the shock wears off." He frowns, thinking someone as amazing and brilliant as Sherlock would never truly want him but the shock is imparting his judgment.

He frowns, looking at him with teary eyes. “It’s not the shock..” He mutters quietly.

"Oh.." He frowns. "Oh." He presses their foreheads together. "I'm an idiot, aren't I?"

He frowns. “If you don’t want me, just say it.. don’t use excuses.” He was trembling a bit now.

"I am an idiot." He chuckles breathlessly. "I'm an idiot for ever letting you think that I didn't want you." He smiles softly. "Of course I want you, Sherlock."

He bites his lip, hesitantly making eye contact, as if he was scared.

Greg runs his fingers through Sherlock's hair soothingly. "I really like you, Sherlock. A lot." He says softly, smiling gently.

He chews on his lip. “You do?”

"Of course. I'd never lie to you."

He smiles softly.

He chuckles softly and smiles.

He smiles shyly, chewing on his lip.

He hums softly and smiles.

He moves to lean against his side.

He gently puts his arm around him and smiles softly.

He blushes a bit and curls up against him.

He hums softly and holds him.

He smiles and relaxes slowly.

He smiles softly, cuddling him.

He hesitates. “Am I allowed to kiss you?”

"Of course. If you want to." He smiles softly, rubbing his back gently.

He bites his lip. “Do you want me to?”

"I'd really like it if you did."

He blushes and nods, leaning in to kiss him softly.

He cups his jaw and kisses him back gently.

He blushes and continues the kiss, uncertain.

He hums softly and sinks his fingers into Sherlock's curls as they kiss.

He smiles and hums against his lips.

He chuckles softly and smiles.

He blushes as he feels Greg laugh, worried he’s done something wrong.

"You are gorgeous. So handsome." He smiles and nuzzles him affectionately.

He blushes brighter at his words. “O-Oh..”

He smiles softly and kisses the blush over his cheeks.

He bites his lip, smiling shyly.

He smiles softly and relaxes with him.

He hums quietly, finally relaxing.

He nuzzles him and rubs his back.

He smiles and nuzzles against him.

He chuckles softly and smiles happily.

He bites his lip. “Thank you for saving me today..”

"Of course. I'm sorry I put you in that position in the first place." He nuzzles him.

He nuzzles him back. “No, it’s okay.”

"It's not." He mumbles.

He bites his lip, curling up against him. “I’m okay..”

He nods and cuddles him close.

He relaxes against him.

"Do you want to take the coat off so you can be more comfortable?" He nuzzles him.

He blushes and nods. “Do you have a sweater I can wear instead?”

"Of course." He smiles softly and kisses his head before getting up to get him a sweater.

He blushes and smiles, sitting up to wait for him.

Greg comes back with a sweater, smiling at Sherlock.

He smiles as he stands, taking it. “Erm.. where’s your bathroom? So I can change..”

"Down the hall to the right." Greg smiles.

He nods and takes the coat off, setting it on the couch before going to the loo.

Greg picks up the coat and holds it close, smiling softly before hanging it up near the door. He hums and makes them fresh tea before sitting back down on the couch, flipping through channels on the tv as he waits for Sherlock

Sherlock comes out just wearing his pants and the large sweater. He blushes a bit as he sets his trousers down on a chair.

"Oh wow.. Look at you." Greg looks Sherlock up and down, liking what he sees.

He blushes brighter, biting his lip. “Is it okay?”

"As long as you're comfortable I'm completely okay with it." He smiles softly.

He blushes and nods, going back to sit with him.

He smiles softly and opens his arms so Sherlock can cuddle into him.

Sherlock smiles softly and curls up against him.

Greg hums happily and cuddles Sherlock.

He smiles and relaxes against him.

He smiles softly and rubs his back.

He hums quietly, closing his eyes.

He sighs contently, relaxing with him.

He smiles softly, tipping his head up for a kiss.

He leans in and kisses him softly, smiling.

He blushes and smiles, kissing him back.

He hums happily and nuzzles him.

He smiles shyly and nuzzles him back.

He smiles softly and cuddles him.

He bites his lip, his mind starting to wander.

Greg hums softly, tracing shapes on the back of Sherlock's sweater with his fingertips.

He blushes a bit, Greg’s actions putting his thoughts to rest for the time being.

He hums softly and kisses his temple.

He smiles softly, humming contently.

He chuckles softly and relaxes with him.

Sherlock feels safe in his arms.

Greg holds Sherlock close.

He vaguely wonders if Greg wants him to go back to his own flat.

"Do you want to stay here tonight?" He nuzzles him.

He blushes and nods. “I’d love to.”

"Good." He smiles and nuzzles him.

He hums softly and closes his eyes. “You’re comfy..”

"Mm you're welcome to say as long as you want." He smiles and holds him close.

He blushes and nods, smiling shyly.
Mycroft frowns as he looks at his security camera, starting to get worried that he hadn’t seen Sherlock exit the stranger’s flat. He calls a car for himself, going down to take it to the man’s flat.

Anthea sits across from Mycroft as they ride in the car, looking at him between texts.

Mycroft is obviously worried, though he doesn’t show it. His leg bounces a bit, knowing what trouble Sherlock could find himself in.

"I'm sure he's fine, Sir." Anthea hums.

“He should know better than to enter some strange bloke’s flat..” He mumbles a bit.

"Maybe he's not a stranger." She hands him a tablet showing pictures of Sherlock with the man.

He frowns a bit. “This man could be dangerous.”

"I'm sure we're about to find out." She hums as the car stops in front of the flat.

“Stay in the car, keep it running.” Mycroft says before getting out of the car and heading up to the flat.

"Yes, Sir." Anthea nods.

He breaks into Greg’s flat, trying to stay quiet.

"What the fuck!" Greg shouts when he sees a man creep in from around the corner of the room, standing and hiding Sherlock behind himself.

Sherlock peeks out from behind Greg, letting out an annoyed sigh. “Mycroft! What the hell are you doing here?”

"Wait a fucking second. You know him?" Greg asks Sherlock, completely confused.

He groans. “Unfortunately.”
Mycroft rolls his eyes. “A call, Sherlock. That’s all I ask for.”

"Umm excuse me. My flat was just broken into and I still have no idea what the fuck is going on." Greg frowns.

Mycroft ignores him in favor of scolding Sherlock. “And where are your pants? You aren’t wearing those damn bandages again, are you?”
Sherlock rolls his eyes. “I’m fine, Mycroft. Since when were you the overbearing brother?”

Greg looks back and forth between them as they snap back and forth at each other. "Alright alright. Time out." He sighs. "Let me get this straight you're brothers, yeah?" He nods. "Okay so first of all breaking and entering into a cops flat is so not okay at all ever. Secondly he's not wearing the bandages anymore. Thirdly he can do whatever the hell he pleases with you barging in and like a bull in a China shop. Christ on a cracker." He snaps at Mycroft and scrubs his hand over his face.

Mycroft glances at Greg before looking back to Sherlock. “You’ve no idea how worried I was, a call will suffice next time.” He looks to Greg. “Keep him out of trouble.” He hums before he leaves.

"Wha- What the fuck?" Greg blinks.

“Ignore him, he’s a twat.” Sherlock huffs.

"But he.. My flat.. He broke into my flat?" Greg pouts.

“He’s the government, he does what he wants. Much to my dismay.”

"I.. But.." He puts his hands up. "Alright. I'm letting it go."

He leans in to kiss him softly. “Don’t worry about it.”

"Mm if you say so.." He kisses him back softly.

He smiles softly. “He means well.”

"I know. He broke into a flat to make sure you're okay." He smiles softly and nuzzles him.

He smiles and nuzzles him back. “He’s still a twat.”

"Yeah I got that too." He chuckles softly.

He hums. “Can we cuddle again?”

"Mmhmm. We can stay on the couch or we can go to bed."

He blushes. “Can we go to bed?”

"Sure." He smiles softly and kisses his hand.

He smiles shyly.

He smiles softly and leads him to the bedroom. He gets ready for bed and strips down to his pants.

Sherlock blushes as he watches.

"Is this okay?" Greg asks softly, his fit body illuminated in the soft lamp light.

He blushes and nods.

He smiles softly and gets into bed, leaving room for Sherlock.

He gets into bed with him, blushing, having never slept in the same bed with someone.

Greg smiles softly and lays down next to him.

He smiles shyly and curls up against him.

He hums happily and holds him close, rubbing his back gently.

He blushes and relaxes against his chest.

He smiles softly and kisses his head gently as he relaxes.

He blushes and looks up for a kiss.

He leans in and kisses him softly.

He blushes and kisses him back.

He smiles softly and nuzzles him.

He relaxes with him.

He hums softly and rubs his back soothingly.

He smiles and nuzzles him.

He nuzzles him back and smiles happily.

He smiles shyly and presses against him, humming at his warmth.

He smiles softly and cuddles him close.

He blushes a bit and smiles.

"Comfortable?" He hums and nuzzles him.

He blushes and nods.

"Good." He smiles softly, nuzzling into him.

He nuzzles against him happily.

He hums happily and holds him close, covering him with kisses.

He blushes and giggles softly.

He chuckles and smiles.

He smiles and looks up for a kiss.

He leans in and kisses him happily

He kisses him back happily.

"Mm you are wonderful." He smiles softly as his hand rests on Sherlock's hip

He blushes brightly. “O-Oh..”

"Mm?" He smiles softly, thumb rubbing over his skin.

He blushes and smile. “I’ve just never had anything like this..”

"Well you have me now.." Greg nuzzles him affectionately

He blushes and nods.

He smiles softly and relaxes.

He smiles against him, hiding his face.

He hums happily and kisses his head.

He smiles shyly agains him.

He smiles softly and cuddles him.

He smiles and relaxes against him.

He hums softly and relaxes with him.

He yawns a bit. “Can we sleep?”

"Mm yeah." He nods.

He curls up with him, closing his eyes.

He holds him close and kisses his head softly as they fall asleep.

Sherlock stays pressed against him all night.

Greg holds Sherlock close all night.

Sherlock mumbles as he starts to wake.

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Sherlock mumbles as he starts to wake.

Greg hums in his sleep, his face presses to Sherlock chest.

He blushes, scooting back a bit so Greg’s face isn’t against his chest.

He grumbles softly and frowns a bit in his sleep.

He bites his lip, moving to press his face against Greg’s chest, cuddling against him.

He sighs contently and hums happily, arm holding Sherlock close as he cuddles him sleepily.

He smiles shyly, relaxing against him.

He wakes slowly, cuddling Sherlock.

He blushes. “Hi..”

"Morning." He smiles softly and kisses Sherlock's forehead.

He blushes and smiles shyly.

He hums happily and rubs his back.

He smiles and looks up for a kiss.

He leans in and kisses him happily.

He smiles happily as he kisses him back.

He smiles and nuzzles him affectionately.

“Mm, what time is it?”

"Mm dunno. Can you see the clock over my shoulder?"

He hums, moving to try to see.

He chuckles and slinks down so he can see.

He looks over at the time. “Mm, 10.”

"Good thing I don't have work today." He smiles.

He smiles softly and lays on top of him.

He smiles and wraps his arms around him, holding him close.

He blushes and smiles, relaxing against him.

"Hello, handsome." He grins.

He blushes brighter, smiling shyly.

He smiles happily and nuzzles him.

He smiles and nuzzles him back.

"Mm what do you want to do today? Anything you want."

He blushes. “I.. don’t usually get to do things other than cases.. I tend to stay in.”

"We don't have to go out." He smiles softly and rubs his back soothingly.

He blushes and nods. “Okay..”

"Okay." He smiles softly.

He relaxes against him.

He rubs his back and smiles up at him.

He blushes a bit and hums.

He chuckles and smiles softly. "How about some breakfast?"

“Mm.. I suppose.”

"What would you like?"

He hums and shrugs. “Whatever.”

"Mm coffee and toast?"

“Mm, okay.”

"Alrighty. But you're going to have to let me up, handsome." He smiles up at Sherlock.

He blushes. “Oh, right.” He rolls off of him.

He grins and lays on top of him, peppering him with kisses before getting up.

He blushes and smiles shyly as he watches him leave.

Greg hums happily as he makes breakfast.

He smiles and gets up, wrapping himself up in one of Greg’s robes.

He sings softly along to the radio.

He blushes and smiles as he listens.

He makes bacon and eggs along with the toast as he sings.

Sherlock leans against the door frame as he listens.

"You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold.." Greg sings as he turns the bacon over.

He blushes and smiles as he listens to him sing, surprised at his voice.

"Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold.." He sings softly, spreading butter over the toast.

Sherlock moves closer, trying to stay quiet.

"Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold.." Greg finishes the song as he played their breakfast.

Sherlock hums. “That was beautiful.”

Greg jumps a bit and blushes brightly. "Thanks.." He smiles shyly.

He smiles softly, pulling the robe tighter around himself.

He brings there plates to the table, kissing Sherlock as he walks by him.

He blushes and smiles shyly as he kisses him back.

He chuckles and smiles.

He goes to sit at the table.

He hums and sits next to him.

He blushes a bit, not used to this kind of domestic life.

He smiles and starts to eat.

Sherlock starts to eat as well.

Greg hums and relaxes as they eat.

He sits back in his chair as they eat.

"Is it okay?" He asks.

He nods, tucking his feet under himself. “Yeah.”

"Good." He smiles softly and sips his coffee.

He smiles shyly and drinks his coffee as well.

He chuckles softly and smiles.

He blushes and smiles into his coffee.

He grins and kisses his cheek.

He blushes brighter.

He smiles and rubs his back.

He leans against him.

He smiles softly and holds him.

He relaxes against him.

He hums softly and relaxes with him.

“Can we go lay on the couch?” He asks hesitantly.

"Sure." He smiles softly and kisses his head.

He blushes and smiles, nodding.

He smiles softly and leads him to the couch. He sits and opens his arms to Sherlock

He smiles and blushes a bit, curling up in his arms.

Greg hums happily and cuddles him.

He smiles shyly.

"Comfortable?"

He blushes and nods. “Yeah.”

"Good." He smiles softly.

He smiles and hums.

He rubs his back and relaxes as it starts to rain.

He closes his eyes and relaxes as he listens to the rain.

Greg smiles softly as he watches Sherlock relax.

Sherlock tips his head back for a kiss.

Greg smiles and kisses him adoringly.

He blushes and smiles, kissing him back.

He hums happily and deepens the kiss slowly.

He gasps softly, opening his mouth uncertainly.

He runs his fingers through his hair as he slides their tongues together.

He blushes and gasps breathily, moaning a bit into his mouth.

He chuckles softly and kisses him teasingly as he pulls away.

He blushes and whimpers a bit as Greg pulls away, opening his eyes, bit realizing when he had closed his eyes.

He smiles softly and nuzzles him.

He smiles shyly at him.

He hums happily and cuddles him.

He smiles and nuzzles against him.

He smiles and rubs his back.

He blushes and smiles shyly.

"Mm you're so handsome."

He blushes and hides his face.

"You really are. Those eyes and cheeks bone. I'm sure you could leave a trail of bodies just with a look." He chuckles softly.

He blushes brighter. “Greg..”

"I'm completely serious." He kisses his blush softly.

He smiles shyly, moving to kiss him.

He smiles against his lips and kisses him back.

He smiles happily against him.

He hum happily and nuzzles him.

He smiles and hums, stretching out against him. “Do you really think I’m handsome?” He asks quietly.

"I do." He smiles softly and runs his hands through his hair.

He blushes and smiles softly, obviously pleased with that.

He smiles softly and kisses his forehead.

He smiles shyly and rests his head on Greg’s chest.

Greg hums contently and relaxes with Sherlock.

He smiles and nuzzles against him.

He smiles softly and rubs his back.

He hums quietly. “Is there anything to do today?”

"We can do whatever you want. You've got me all day." He hums, wondering if Sherlock changed his mind about going out.

He nods, blushing a bit. He curls up against his chest.

He smiles softly and snuggles him.

“Is there anything you want to do today?”

"Mm just spend it with you."

He blushes brightly. “Oh.”

He smiles and kisses him softly.

He smiles shyly and kisses him back.

He hums happily and nuzzles him.

He nuzzles him back happily.

"Gorgeous."

He blushes and smiles.

He hums happily and cuddles him.

He curls up with him, humming quietly.

He holds him and rubs his back soothingly.

He hums. “Can I take a shower?”

"Yeah of course." He nods.

He smiles softly and leans up to kiss him. “Thank you.”

He hums happily and kisses him back. "Anything for you."

He blushes and smiles shyly as he gets up.

"You know where everything is so if you need anything just let me know." He smiles.

He blushes and nods. “I’ll just need a towel.”

"Sure." He nods and goes to get him a towel. "You can go to my room and pick out whatever you'd like to wear after."

He smiles softly and nods, going to pick out clothes.

Greg smiles and starts the shower before going to make tea.

He blushes and smiles as he gets into the shower.

He sits on the couch and flips the tv channels as he sips his tea.

Sherlock finishes his shower and goes to get changed.

Greg is relaxing on the couch, waiting for Sherlock.

He comes back out in another one of Greg’s sweaters and a pair of his boxer briefs.

"Hello, handsome." He smiles.

He blushes and smiles shyly as he goes to sit with him.

He smiles softly and opens his arms. "Cuddle?"

He blushes and nods, moving in to cuddle against him.

He hums happily and cuddles him, nose buried in his curls.

He blushes and smiles, relaxing with him.

He smiles softly and rubs his back.

He hums quietly, stiffening a bit as Greg’s phone buzzes.

Greg frowns and sighs as he picks up his phone.

Sherlock moves to lay against his chest as Greg answers his phone.

"Hello?" Greg answers his phone, holding Sherlock close.

“Why haven’t you answered, mate?” John’s voice comes out from the phone.

"Sorry. I had my phone off and I've been busy. What's up?" Greg hums.

“I was thinking about going to the pub tonight. I was going to meet my new boyfriend there. You wanna come?”

"Yeah sure. Hold on." He holds the phone away. "Do you want to go to the pub tonight?" He asks Sherlock.

He smiles and hums. “Sure.”

"Okay." He smiles and kisses him softly. "Yeah we'll be there." He says into the phone to John, having forgotten John doesn't know about Sherlock yet.

“‘We’? Bringing someone along? That’s fine. It’ll be like a double date, then, yeah? Less stress for me.”

"Yeah. Sounds great."

“Brilliant. See you at around 7?”

"We'll see you there."

“Alright. I’ll let you go, mate.”

"Okay. See you later."

Sherlock hums against Greg.

Greg smiles and kisses Sherlock's head after putting his phone down.

“Mm, so, what’s the plan?”

"We're going to got to the pub with my friend John and his new boyfriend. We've been mates since Uni."

He hums and stretches a bit. “Alright. But I’ll need something to bind with.”

"We can go get you a proper binder." He hums, not going to give Sherlock the bandages back ever.

He huffs a bit. “Alright.”

"Good boy." He smiles.

He blushes softly.

"Let's get ready and we'll go pick you up one."

He blushes and nods.

He smiles and goes with Sherlock to get dressed.

Sherlock keeps Greg’s sweater on.

Greg smiles and leads him out to a cab when they're ready.

Sherlock gets in quietly.

"Where do you want to go?"

“I’m not sure if anywhere sells a binder, but we can go to an athletics store and buy KT tape.”

"Alright." He nods.

He smiles and hums.

He smiles softly and takes his hand as the cab drives them.

He blushes and smiles softly, leaning against him.

He hums happily and kisses his head.

He blushes and looks up for a kiss.

He leans in and kisses him.

He smiles and kisses him back.

He hums happily and slowly deepens the kiss.

He blushes and opens his mouth for him.

He cups his jaw and kisses him deeply.

He gasps a bit, melting into the kiss.

He kisses him gently as he pulls away when the cabbie tells him they've arrived.

He whines a bit but gets out with him.

Greg chuckles softly and leads him into the store.

He follows him, going to the isle he needs.

He hums softly, following him.

He picks up two packs of KT tape.

"Need anything else?"

“No, this is all.”

He nods and follows him to the cashier, paying for the KT tape.

He blushes a bit. “You didn’t have to pay.”

"I want to." He smiles softly.

He blushes brighter and ducks his head.

He smiles and kisses his head.

He blushes and smiles shyly.

He smiles softly and takes the bag from the cashier.

He smiles and walks out with Greg.

"Need anything else while we're out and about? We've still got a bit of time before the pub." Greg hums as he glances at his watch.

Sherlock bites his lip. “I should probably get clothes for myself.”

"Then let's get you some." Greg smiles.

He blushes and nods.

He smiles softly and takes his hand as they walk around the plaza.

He smiles and stays close to him as they walk.

Greg hums happily, keeping Sherlock lead where to go.

Sherlock blushes a bit, rubbing his hand.

He smiles softly and kisses his hand.

He smiles and nuzzles him.

He hums happily and nuzzles him back.

He hesitates. “I have some nicer clothes at my flat. It’s a bit of a mess, but..”

"Whatever you want to do we'll do. If you want to pick up some things we'll do it. If you want to go to your flat we can do that too." He smiles softly.

He blushes a bit, smiling shyly. He hadn’t expected that. “We can just go to my flat.”

"Alright." He nods and smiles.

He smiles as they go to get a cab.

He hums happily and holds his hand.

He stays close to him, blushing.

He smiles softly and rubs his thumb over his knuckles.

They get into the cab and Sherlock quietly gives the cabbie his address, his voice higher than what Greg is used to hearing.

Greg's brow raises as he hears Sherlock but doesn't say anything.

He settles back against Greg.

He smiles softly and holds him.

They soon get to Sherlock’s flat. Sherlock pays, mumbling a quiet thank you before getting out.

Greg hums and follows Sherlock up, not having been to Sherlock's flat since searching it.

Sherlock bites his lip as they go in. “It’s still a bit of a mess..”

"If anything it seems like a controlled chaos." Greg smiles.

He blushes a bit. “Right. Well. I’ll try to be quick. Make yourself at home.”

"Take your time. No rush." He smiles.

He blushes and nods, going to his room.

Greg smiles and goes to sit on the couch.

Sherlock puts on the tape, making sure he was flat enough before putting on one of his button ups. He hesitates a bit before putting Greg’s sweater under his pillow. He puts on a pair of his slacks before coming back out to the sitting room.

"Wow. Look at you." Greg smiles and stands when he sees Sherlock. "Let's have a turn. Come on."

He blushes and smiles shyly, turning for him.

"Mm mm mm." Greg hums. "See this is going to be a problem. You look far to good. I'm going to have to beat people back with a stick."

He blushes brighter, the flush going down his neck. “I.. I can go change?”

"Don't you dare." Greg smiles and pulls him close, kissing his forehead.

He smiles softly, humming quietly.

He smiles and nuzzles him.

Sherlock nuzzles him back happily.

Greg chuckles softly and smiles.

He smiles shyly. “How much time do we have?”

"Mm a bit." He looks at his watch ad smiles.

He blushes and nods, hesitating before taking Greg’s hand and leading him to the couch.

He smiles softly and follows him.

He sits on the couch with him, leaning against him.

He hums softly, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles.

He blushes and smiles, relaxing.

He smiles softly and kisses his hand.

He leans back for a kiss.

He kisses him softly and nuzzles him.

He blushes and nuzzles him back.

"You're so handsome."

He blushes brighter. “Thank you..”

He smiles softly and kisses his cheek.

He turns to kiss him again.

He smiles against his lips and kisses him back.

He tries to deepen the kiss.

He holds him close, letting him deepen the kiss.

He makes a small noise, nearly in his lap.

He holds him close and rubs his back.

He leans in and kisses him again.

He kisses him back, fingers in his hair.

He gasps as Greg’s fingers go to his hair, pressing closer.

He tugs his hair a bit as he kisses down his jaw to his neck.

He gasps and moans breathily, tipping his head back.

Greg kisses and nips at his neck gently.

Sherlock mewls softly, straddling his hips.

Greg holds him and rubs his thighs as he kisses his neck.

His legs start to part a bit for Greg.

He holds him close and kisses his throat.

He lets out small gasps, rocking his hips against Greg’s.

Greg groans softly, hips rocking with Sherlock.

Sherlock blushes as he feels Greg’s bulge, grinding down uncertainly.

Greg gasps and moans breathily.

He rocks against him, letting out little gasps.

He holds him close and kisses him as he rocks with him.

He kisses him back, opening his mouth for him.

He kisses him deeply, hand buried in his curls.

He rocks with him, moaning as Greg sucks on his tongue.

"You feel so good."

He whimpers softly, hiding his face in Greg’s shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He stills.

He blushes brightly and nods. “J-Just a lot.. never done this before..” He also wasn’t used to compliments.

"Okay. It's okay." He holds him and rubs his back soothingly.

He cuddles against him, embarrassed.

He holds him and kisses his head. "It's alright. Just relax."

“’M sorry..”

"Sorry? There's nothing to be sorry for. You're perfect. Absolutely perfect." He nuzzles him.

He blushes brightly and nuzzles him back.

He smiles softly and cuddles him.

He relaxes against him. “I’m sorry I got you worked up..”

"Don't even worry about it." He smiles softly.

He blushes and smiles shyly.

He smiles softly and kisses his forehead.

Sherlock blushes and looks up for a kiss.

Greg leans in and kisses him softly.

He smiles softly against his lips.

"Gorgeous."

He blushes again.

"You are. So very handsome." He grins. "And we should be headed out."

He blushes and smiles shyly. “Okay..”

"Okay." He smiles and kisses him happily.

He blushes and smiles shyly. “Come on.”

He smiles and follows him out.

They get a cab and drive to the pub.

Greg pays the cabbie and holds the door open for Sherlock.

He blushes and smiles as he gets out. “Thank you..”

"My pleasure." Greg smiles and follows him into the pub, holding his hand. "Hey." John smiles as they come over to the table. "Hey, mate. Where's your boyfriend?" Greg smiles as the sit. "At the bar getting some drinks." John chuckles.

Sherlock smiles shyly, holding out his hand. “Hello, I’m–”
“Sherlock?!” Mycroft nearly drops the drinks as he sees Sherlock.

"Wait. You know each other?" John looks confused as Greg can't stop laughing. "Y-your boyfriend broke into my flat this afternoon." Greg giggles hysterically. "He did what?" John frowns and looks to Mycroft, so very confused.

“Sherlock is my brother and I was worried he had gone missing with this man. I had no indication that the man would be his boyfriend.” Mycroft explains.

"So you broke into his flat?" John smiles. "I think you're starting to slip, Myc." He chuckles and pulls Mycroft in for a kiss.

Mycroft blushes and leans in to kiss him. “Shush, you.”

"Never." John smirks and chuckles.

He rolls his eyes a bit.

"Don't you roll your eyes to the heavens. You know you love it." He laughs sand pulls him down to sit next to him.

He chuckles softly and sits next to him, offering him a pint.

"Mm thank you." He smiles and takes a drink.

Sherlock watches them, having never seen Mycroft so affectionate.

Greg smiles softly and squeezes Sherlock's knee gently.

This pulls Sherlock out of his mind and he leans against Greg.

Greg smiles softly and kisses his head. "Do you want something to drink?"

He blushes and nods.

"What do you want?" He smiles.

“Something fruity.” He blushes a bit.

"Alright." He smiles and kisses him before going to get their drinks.

Sherlock smiles softly as he watches him go.

"So, Sherlock. How did you and Greg meet?" John smiles.

“I showed up to one of his cases and solved it.”

"Really? So you’re a cop?"

“No. Consulting detective.”

"A what?"

“I’m the person who solves cases the cops cannot.”

"And he's quite good at it too." Greg chuckles as he sits down with their drinks.

He blushes and smiles shyly. “Thank you..”

"You're welcome." He smiles and relaxes, arm around Sherlock's shoulders.

He smiles and relaxes as against him.

He hums happily and kisses his head.

He leans in to kiss him.

He smiles and kisses him back.

Sherlock leans back against him, looking at John. “Afghanistan or Iraq?”

"I umm.. Afghanistan. Sorry, how did you?" John asks confused, wondering if Greg or Mycroft said something.

“The way you carry yourself and the way you speak compares very well to a military man. Mycroft wouldn’t date just anyone, so you must’ve been high up in the military in order to get his attention. You would know how to protect yourself and how to fix yourself if you or him got into trouble, so you must be a medic.” Sherlock hums softly, looking him over.

John blinks for a second. "Brilliant. That was brilliant." He grins.

Sherlock blushes, surprised. “I.. that’s not what most people say.”

"Oh yeah? Their loss." John nods.

He blushes and leans back against Greg. “Did I miss anything?”

"You got the medic part right but I'm actually a full blown doctor. I was a captain but I'm not really sure what got your brother's attention." John hums, looking at Mycroft.

Mycroft blushes a bit, smiling a bit shyly. “Many things, my dear Watson.” He hums as he leans in to kiss him softly.

"How lucky for me." He smiles into the kiss and cups his jaw as he kisses him back tenderly.

He smiles and hums softly as he pulls away.

He hums happily and smiles.

He relaxes and smiles, taking a sip of his drink. “Oh, right. I do apologize for breaking into your flat.”

"I know. It's alright. You were just checking up on Sherlock and that's good." Greg smiles and nods. "Water under the bridge." He hums and take a drink.

He smiles softly and nods, taking his drink.

Greg hums happily and rubs Sherlock's back.

Sherlock blushes and smiles, relaxing against him.

Greg smiles and kisses his head.

He looks up for a kiss.

He leans in and kisses him.

He kisses him back softly.

He hums happily and nuzzles him.

He smiles happily and nuzzles him back.

He chuckles and smiles, taking a sip of his drink.

He relaxes back against him.

He smiles and kisses his head.

He smiles and nuzzles him.

"So handsome." He smiles.

He blushes and smiles shyly.

He smiles and kisses his hand.

He rubs his hand happily.

He hums happily and finishes his drink.

He relaxes and smiles, finishing his own drink.

"Want another?" He rubs his back.

“Mm, yeah. I can get it. Do you want one?”

"Yes, please."

He hums as gets up, going to get their drinks.

Greg smiles as he watches Sherlock go.

Mycroft hums softly, leaning in to kiss John. “I’ll be back, dear.”

"Mm okay." John kisses him back and smiles.

He goes to the loo.

"How've you been, mate? It feels like we haven't seen each other in ages." John smiles at Greg.

Greg hums. “It’s been about the same, just less relaxing without our weekly pub visits.” He chuckles.

"Mm we'll just have to get back into the swing of things." John chuckles.

“Mm, yeah. That’d be good.” He hums. “How’d you meet Mycroft?”

"Top secret." John hums.

“Seriously?” He laughs a bit. “Alright, well, how’d you two start dating?”

"I did some work for him. We started talking. It was easy I guess." He smiles.

He hums and smiles. “You need something good.”

"He is good. Even when he doesn't think he is." He chuckles softly.

He smiles. “How long have you been together?”

"Nearly a year actually." He blushes some.

“And I’m just now learning this?” He chuckles a bit.

"Well I've been half way round the world for most of it." He chuckles.

He hums. “That why I haven’t seen you?”

"I.." John bites his lip. "I got shot."

Greg frowns a bit. “Christ, I’m sorry, John.”

"It's alright. Well it's not but it's getting there. There was hospitals and surgeries and rehab. I wouldn't have been able to do it without Mycroft." John hums.

“I’m glad he was there for you.”

"So am I. Speaking of it. Where are they?"

Greg looks back at the bar to see Mycroft and Sherlock talking.

John smiles as he sees them.

Sherlock smiles up at Mycroft.

"How've you been, bee?" Mycroft smiles.

He blushes and smiles. “Good. Greg’s been helping.”

"Good. That's good. He seems nice. John talks about him from time to time. I'm a bit shocked I didn't recognize him sooner." He chuckles.

“He is nice. And he doesn’t even mind about how I am.”

"Good." He nods, still skeptical about Greg and protective of Sherlock.

He rolls his eyes a bit. “He’s fine, Myc. He even said he’d make sure I stayed clean.”

"Well I'd hope so. He's an officer of the law after all."

“I’m trying to put your worries at ease, Myc.”

"I.. I know. But I worry regardless. Especially about you. You're my younger brother. It's my right to worry as much as I'd like thank you very much."

“You know I would call you if I was in trouble.”

"Yes. I know. It makes it better knowing that."

He smiles softly. “Come on, we should go back.” He hums, drinks in hand.

"Alright." He smiles softly and follows him back.

Sherlock settles back with Greg, giving him his drink. “Sorry for making you wait.”

"Don't worry about it." Greg smiles and kisses his cheek before taking a drink.

He smiles happily and hums as he drinks.

John smiles and relaxes next to Mycroft.

Mycroft puts his arm around John.

John blushes a bit and melts into Mycroft.

He kisses his head.

He looks up for a kiss.

He kisses him softly.

He kisses him back deeply.

He blushes and cups his face.

He holds the back of his head as they kiss.

Mycroft opens his mouth as they kiss, his eyes closing.

John sucks and nibbles in his bottom lip.

He lets out a small whine, nearly forgetting about the others.

He pulls him closer and sucks on his tongue.

He starts to submit to him.

He kisses him deeply, fingers in his hair.

He presses closer. “Should’ve gone to a club.” He whimpers a bit against his lips.

"Mm we still can." He nips at his lips.

“Please.” He blushes.

"Ask your brother and Greg of they'd like to join us."

He blushes and nods, pulling back to look to the others. “Would you two like to join us and go to a club?”

"Sure." Greg smiles and nods.

Sherlock nods, humming. He’d been wanting to go to a club with Greg.

"Lets go then." John smiles and leads them out to a cab.

They all get in the cab.

The cab takes them to the club.

Greg pays and they go inside the club.

John smiles, arm around Mycroft's waist.

Mycroft blushes and smiles. “Shall we get another drink?”

"Brilliant idea, gorgeous." John praises and takes them to the bar.

He blushes as he follows.

They get more drinks.

Sherlock hums, already feeling tipsy.

Greg smiles and keeps Sherlock close.

He stays pressed against him.

"Doing okay?" He nuzzles him.

He hums. “Yeah. But I need another.” He hums at his empty drink.

"We'll get you another then." He smirks and orders him another drink.

He smiles as he drinks.

"Good boy." He praises and kisses along his jaw.

He lets out a small moan, tipping his head back.

He holds his hips and nips at his neck.

He gasps and whimpers. “Greg..”

"Mm?" He smirks and sucks teasingly.

He whimpers. “Let me drink..”

"Fine." He chuckles and pulls back.

He blushes and smiles, taking a drink. “Mm, we should all do shots.”

"Brilliant idea." John smiles and orders a round of shots.

Sherlock hums, taking his shot.

Mycroft, John, and Greg do their shot as well.

Sherlock hums as he feels drunk, but wanting more.

"How bout a dance and we'll come back for another round?" Greg hums.

He hums and nods, following Greg to the dance floor.

Greg pulls Sherlock close as they start to dance.

He holds onto him as they dance.

"You look so good. So fucking handsome. God, the way you move. I can't get enough."

He blushes and whimpers, pressing against him.

"You don't even know what you do to me." He kisses him as his hands roam his back.

“Tell me..” He gasps against his lips.

"I want to hold you. Want to know everything. Want to kiss and lick every inch of you."

“Please..”

He holds him close and kisses him deeply.

He kisses him back deeply.

He holds his hips as they grind against each other.

He hums as he pulls away. “Mm, gonna buy me that drink now?”

"Mm okay."

He leads him back to the bar.

Greg smiles and buys him a drink.

He grins as he drinks. “Mm, another round of shots?”

"Mm yeah." He nods and orders shots as well.

He hums and grins.

He chuckles and smiles as their shots come.

He grins and does his shot.

He does his shot as well.

Sherlock sways a bit, now happily drunk.

Greg giggles and kisses him happily.

He kisses him back deeply.

He moans breathily and pulls him closer.

He presses against him, wrapping his arms around him. “Lets go dance, yeah? I think John and Mycroft are out there.”

"Yeah." He grins and follows him back out onto the dance floor.

They stop next to John and Mycroft who are dancing and grinding on each other.

John pulls Mycroft down and kisses him deeply as they dance and grind.

Mycroft moans against him, rocking his hips to the beat.

John groans and moves with him, hands on him.

He grinds against him, holding his hips.
Sherlock grins and pulls Greg close, turning to press his arse against his groin.

John groans and holds him close.
Greg holds Sherlock's hips and grinds against his arse as he kisses his neck.

Mycroft leans in to kiss him deeply.
Sherlock gasps and tips his head for him, giving him more room.

John moans into the kiss and kisses him back deeply.
Greg kisses and sucks on his neck as they move.

Mycroft grinds against him, gripping his arse.
Sherlock gasps and moans breathily, closing his eyes.

John rocks with him, grinding them together.
Greg holds Sherlock's close and rocks with him.

Mycroft groans breathily, pressing his face to John’s shoulder.
Sherlock moans as he presses against Greg’s front.

"Perfect. So fuckin good." John groans as he holds onto him.
Greg rubs his hips and presses against him as he sucks in his neck.

Mycroft whimpers a bit and nips at his neck.
Sherlock mewls and rocks his arse against Greg.

John groans softly and tips his head.
Greg moans and rocks into him.

He sucks at his neck, grinding with him.
Sherlock turns to kiss him.

He moans and presses into him.
Greg kisses him back deeply.

Mycroft hums, noticing John was getting tired. “Need a break?” He smirks a bit.

"Mm I need a drink." John chuckles and kisses him.

He hums and nods. “I’ll be waiting.” He purrs.

John smirks and goes to get a drink.

Sherlock hums, rocking against Greg. “Go get another drink, hm?”

"Mm yeah." Greg kisses him before going to get another drink.

Sherlock grins as he keeps dancing, slowly gravitating towards Mycroft.

Mycroft dances to the music with his eyes closed, happily drunk.

Sherlock stumbles a bit, falling against Mycroft’s chest. It’s too dark in the club and he’s far too drunk to see properly so he just hums and grinds his arse back against Mycroft’s crotch.

Mycroft groans and holds the person who fell on him close, grinding with them.

Sherlock presses closer to him, swaying his hips to the music in teasing motions.

Mycroft moves with him, getting lost in the loud music.

Greg hums as he waits for his drink with John. “Enjoying yourself, mate?”

"Oh yeah." John smiles and nods. "You?"

“Brilliant time.” He grins a bit, happily buzzed.

He chuckles and smiles.

Greg turns back to the dance floor, leaning against the bar with his drink. He blushes brightly as he sees Mycroft and Sherlock. “Uh, John?”

"Mm? What?" John asks and looks up.

He glances back at him before looking back to their dates, nearly unable to look away.

"Oh my god." He gasps. "They're so smashed they can't tell their arse form their elbow." He giggles.

He blushes. “Is it bad that I find that a bit hot?” He bites his lip as he watches Sherlock grind against Mycroft.

"Mm not if you think it's bad that I find it a bit hot too." He licks his lip as he watches.

“Christ just look at them..” He lets out a small groan as Mycroft grips Sherlock’s hips, pulling him closer.
Sherlock gasps and tips his head as Mycroft noses at his neck.

"I know." John bites his lip, holding back a moan.

Greg licks his lips, trying to subtly adjust himself.
Sherlock lets out a small whimper as he feels Mycroft’s lips on his throat, grinding his arse back with more enthusiasm.

"How.. How far should we let them go?" John mumbles.
Mycroft groan against his neck and grinds against him.

“I.. I don’t know.. But this is ridiculously fucking hot..”
Sherlock reaches back to grab Mycroft’s arse, pulling him impossibly closer.

He groans and nods.
Mycroft gasps and his hips buck.

“Should we see if they want to take this somewhere?” Greg offers, biting his lip.

"Yeah." John nods.

They make their way back to them.

John smirks and presses against Mycroft's back.

Mycroft gasps against Sherlock’s neck, pressing back against John.

"Enjoying yourself?" John nibbles on Mycroft's ear as he grinds against him.

He gasps and hums in confirmation.

"Greg and I think we should take this somewhere else. Yes?"

He hums, still grinding against Sherlock. “Brilliant..” He gasps out.

John smirks and leads Mycroft out to a cab as Greg does the same with Sherlock. "Where to?"

Greg hums. “We can go to one of our flats. I assume Mycroft’s would have the most room.”

"Sure." John nods and they get a cab to Mycroft's.

Mycroft blushes and presses against John, still not realizing he was dancing against Sherlock.

John holds him close. "Mm do you know who you were dancing with?" He mumbles and nuzzles behind his ear.

He blushes and hums. “Mm? No, why?”

"It was hot." He chuckles. "It was Sherlock."

Mycroft blushes brighter, the thought turning him on more than it should.

John chuckles and kisses him.

He kisses him back deeply. “Does he know?”

"Mm i don't think so." He nuzzles him.

He blushes and nods, nuzzling him back. “Is that why we’re going home? Is Greg upset?”

"No he's not. Far from it."

He blushes brighter and nods.

He giggles and kisses his blush.

He bites his lip. “I liked it..” He mumbles quietly.

"It was hot. You are hot."

He blushes. “You didn’t think it was wrong?”

"You didn't know it was him. You're drunk and gorgeous and you were just having fun dancing in a nearly pitch black club."

He blushes, biting his lip. He doesn’t want to admit how much he liked it when he found out it was Sherlock.

Greg hums and nuzzles Sherlock's, lips ghosting over his neck.

Sherlock gasps breathily, tipping his head back.

"Do you have any idea how fucking breathtaking you are?"

He blushes and mewls. “Greg..”

"Blows my mind." He mumbles as he presses soft kisses to his neck.

He arches a bit and bites his lip.

"Mm?" He nibbles gently.

Sherlock rocks his hips a bit, blushing brightly as he figures out who he was dancing with.

"Mm now he gets it." Greg smirks.

He blushes and whimpers softly, squirming more.

He chuckles and kisses him.

He blushes and kisses him back.

He smiles and nuzzles him.

He nuzzles against him, blushing. He shifts and glances at Mycroft, blushing more.

Mycroft blushes, cuddled into John.

He licks his lips a bit, presses against Greg.

Greg holds him close, smiling.

The cab stops at Mycroft’s flat.

Greg pays and they get out.

Sherlock follows them inside.

Greg stays with Sherlock, arm around him.

Sherlock presses against him, blushing at how wet he was, thinking about when he was dancing with Mycroft.

Greg pulls Sherlock down onto the couch with him, kissing his neck.

Sherlock gasps, tipping his head back.

He kisses and nibbles on his throat.

He whimpers softly, his hips rocking.

"Come sit in my lap."

He blushes and nods, straddling his lap.

"Good boy."

He mewls and rocks his hips.

He groans softly and rocks with him.

He moves in to kiss him.

He holds him close and kisses him back deeply.

He rocks against him desperately.
Mycroft blushes as he watches them, feeling his pants get tighter.

"Mm look at you. Getting excited from watching them." John hums as he pressed against Mycroft's back, rubbing his hips.

He blushes and bites his lip. “I.. I shouldn’t be..” He presses his arse back against John, knowing he was right.

He smirks and presses Mycroft's back to the wall as he presses to his chest, knocking his knees out so he gets lower while pinning his wrists above his head. "Then I'll make you focus on me." He says, using his captain Watson time.

Mycroft gasps and arches a bit against him. “Yes, Captain..”

"There's a good lad." John smirks and kisses him teasingly.

He whimpers and kisses him back a bit desperately.

He slowly deepens the kiss, making Mycroft work for it.

He whines, trying to deepen the kiss faster. His eyes wander back to the couch as he hears Sherlock moan breathily.

John growls and bites Mycroft neck.

He gasps and yelps, closing his eyes. He whimpers. “S-Sorry, Captain..”

"You're mine."

He whimpers. “Y-Yes, sir. Yours.”

"Good." He kisses him hard.

He gasps and moans, kissing him back desperately.

He groans and rocks against him.

“John..” He gasps breathily.

"What do you want?"

“Anything.. please, I..” He blushes as he realizes what he wants. “I want to watch..”

"Want to watch what?"

He blushes brighter and whimpers, embarrassed to say it.

"Use your words, pet."

He whines a bit, biting his lip. “I want to watch them. I want you to talk me to orgasm while I watch them, sir..”

"Beg them to let you watch. Go beg."

He blushes brightly and hesitates before crawling over to them. He hesitates again before speaking up, his voice a bit hoarse. “May I please watch you two?”

Greg looks to Sherlock.

Sherlock blushes and nods. “Please..”

Greg nods.

Mycroft blushes and nods, sitting back and adjusting himself.

Greg holds Sherlock close and kisses him.

Sherlock gasps and moans breathily, kissing him back. He’s even more turned on at the thought of Mycroft watching them.

John pulls Mycroft back to sit on his lap in a chair.
Greg deeps the kiss, rubbing Sherlock's hips.

Mycroft blushes and rocks his hips, his trousers becoming uncomfortably tight.
Sherlock moans and grinds against Greg.

John kisses his neck and rubs his over his trousers teasingly.

Mycroft blushes and whimpers softly, spreading his legs.

"Look at them. How badly they want each other. Need each other."

Mycroft whimpers, rocking his hips up into his hand. “Captain..” He gasps out.

"Tell me. Tell me what you see." John smirks, knowing it will be difficult for Mycroft to focus on deducing as he strokes him.

He whimpers as John strokes him, his breathing getting rough. “D-Desperation. Both of their pupils are dilated, showing arousal and interest. Sherlock gets off on the idea of me watching, just as I get off on the idea of watching him.”

"Dirty boys. Both of you." He chuckles, opening Mycroft's trousers.

Mycroft gasps as John frees his erection, his eyes slipping closed. “Yes, sir..”

"Such a good boy." John kisses his neck and strokes him slowly.

He mewls and bares his neck for him, rocking his hips. “So good, Captain..” He gasps, keeping his eyes closed, despite knowing John wants him to watch.

"Open your eyes, gorgeous. Just a little longer." He nibbles on his neck and strokes him a bit faster.

He whimpers and opens his eyes for him, blushing as he sees Sherlock grinding shamelessly against Greg. He rocks his hips into John’s hand, moaning breathily.

"Look at him. Such a drunk little slut. He can't even help himself."

Mycroft’s moans grow louder, so close already.
Sherlock moans loudly as he hears John’s comment, grinding against Greg more.

Greg groans and squeezes Sherlock's arse as he listens to him moan, grinding them together.
"Oh he liked that. Naughty slut still fully dressed and already so loud." John smirks, stroking Mycroft faster knowing he's close.

Sherlock whimpers and presses closer against him, getting wetter against him.
Mycroft bucks into his hand, getting desperate. “Please, Captain, may I come?”

"Come. Come for me." John orders.

Mycroft nearly cries out as he comes hard.

John groans and strokes him through it.

Mycroft whimpers and rocks his hips.

"Mm you always want more, don't you?"

“Please..”

"What do you want?"

“Anything.. just need you..”

He turns him around and kisses him deeply.

He moans and kisses him back desperately.

He groans and sucks on his tongue.

He whimpers and submits to him. “Please..”

"Tell me what you need."

He blushes. “I.. f-fuck me..”

"Yeah?" He smirks and nips at his lips.

"Please.."

"Go get the lube."

He mewls and goes to get it from his room.

Greg kisses Sherlock's neck as they grinds against each other.

“Greg..” He gasps, feeling himself making a mess.

"Mm?"

“Please..” He whines a bit, rocking against him.

"What do you need, baby?"

He blushes, still unsure but knowing he needs more. “I.. I don’t..”

"What feels good?" He asks and kisses him softly.

He blushes. “This..” He mumbles, rocking against him.

He kisses his neck and lays him back on the couch, rocking into him.

He arches a bit and wraps his legs around him.
Mycroft comes back and blushes as he sees them.

He inches his hand under his shirt, touching his hot skin.
"Mm come here." John smirks.

Sherlock arches against his hand.
Mycroft blushes and goes over to John, handing him the lube.

"Feels so good." He mumbles against his lips.
"Strip for me, gorgeous." John smirks.

Sherlock whimpers against him, deepening the kiss.
Mycroft’s blush brightens and he glances at Sherlock before stripping himself for John.

Greg moans softly, pressing into him.
"Good boy." John smirks.

Sherlock rolls his hips, blushing as he feels Greg’s erection pressing against him.
Mycroft blushes and bites his lip. “Thank you, Captain.”

"Fuck yes." Greg moans and grinds against him.
"Do you want me to stretch you or do you want to stretch yourself?" He licks his lips.

Sherlock pulls Greg into a deep kiss, mumbling against his lips. “I.. I want to taste you..”
Mycroft whimpers. “I want you to stretch me, Captain.”

"Mm yeah?" Greg mumbles and kisses him back deeply.
John smirks and pats his lap.

He blushes and nods against him. “I.. I don’t know how, though..”
Mycroft blushes and climbs into his lap.

"I'll show you." He nuzzles him.
John slicks his fingers and teases Mycroft's hole.

He nuzzles him back, smiling shyly.
Mycroft gasps, arching back against him.

He smiles softly and kisses him tenderly.
John kisses him and eases a finger into him.

Sherlock kisses him back softly.
Mycroft moans breathily, rocking his hips.

Greg holds him close and deepens the kiss.
"Good boy. Such a good boy." John kisses his neck, rocking his finger slowly.

He gasps and moans, opening his mouth.
He blushes and whimpers. “Thank you, Captain..”

He sucks on his tongue, fingers sinking into his hair.
He eases a second finger into him.

He gasps as Greg holds his hair, arching up against him.
Mycroft mewls and presses back against him.

"You're so gorgeous." He mumbles.
John rocks his fingers slowly, rubbing his prostate.

Sherlock blushes and whimpers.
Mycroft gasps, his breath hitching.

Greg kisses down his body over his clothes.
John kisses his neck and slowly adds a third finger.

Sherlock blushes and smiles shyly.
Mycroft mewls and presses back against John’s fingers.

Greg smiles softly and pushes Sherlock's shirt up a bit, kissing across his hips.
"Good boy. Almost there." John fucks him with his fingers slowly.

He mewls softly, arching. “Greg..”
Mycroft blushes and whimpers. “Please, Captain..”

Greg looks up at him and nuzzles between his legs over his trousers.
John kisses him and eases his fingers out of him.

Sherlock’s breath hitches, his legs falling apart.
Mycroft whines a bit at the emptiness.

"Can I take your trousers off?" He asks softly, kissing his thighs.
John chuckles and slicks his cock. "Ride me."

He blushes and nods. “Please..”
Mycroft nods, sinking down onto John’s cock.

Greg nods and slowly takes Sherlock's trousers off.
John groans and holds Mycroft's hips.

Sherlock whimpers softly, blushing.
Mycroft whimpers a bit as he starts to ride him, blushing as he hears Sherlock whimpering.

"Look at you. So fucking handsome." Greg kisses his thighs.
John smirks and strokes him as thrusts up into him.

He blushes brighter. “Greg..”
Mycroft moans and arches into his hand. “Captain..”

"Mm?" Greg looks up at him.
"Good boy. Such a good boy." He praises.

“Please..”
Mycroft moans at the praise, riding him harder. “Captain, I.. talk to me..”

"What do you want?"
"You sound like such a needy slut. You know they can hear you. Every sound you're making."

“I.. I don’t know.. just more..”
This just makes Mycroft moan louder, his cock aching and leaking.

He nuzzles between his legs. "Mm you're making such a mess of yourself." He smirks.
"Fuck. Listen to you. Moaning like a cheap whore." He groans.

Sherlock blushes and whimpers, his hands gong to Greg’s hair.
Mycroft blushes brightly, grinding back against him. “So good, Captain.”

Greg rubs his thighs and licks him over his pants teasingly.
John groans and holds his hips, thrusting up into him.

Sherlock whimpers and arches a bit. “Sir..”
“Harder, please, Captain.”

"Mm i want to suck you. Will you sit on my face?" Greg asks, his licks no longer teasing.
John pulls Mycroft in for a kiss as he fucks him harder.

Sherlock gasps and moans. “God, please..” He rocks against his tongue.
Mycroft kisses him back desperately, holding back his orgasm.

Greg moves up and kisses him deeply, fingers playing with the waistband of Sherlock's pants.
"Come, baby. Make a mess." John nibbles on his bottom lip and strokes him as he thrusts into him hard and fast.

Sherlock rocks against his hand, kissing him back desperately.
Mycroft gasps and cries out as he comes hard.

Greg strips Sherlock of his pants and moves so he is under Sherlock. "Mm you're so wet for me. Absolutely drenched. Good boy. Such a good boy." He praises as he teases him gently with his fingers.
John moans loudly and comes hard into Mycroft.

Sherlock whimpers and arches a bit, grinding against Greg’s hand. “For you..”
Mycroft gasps breathily.

"That's right. All for me." Greg smirks and pulls his fingers back, licking them clean.
John holds him close and breathes deeply.

He blushes and whimpers.
Mycroft blushes and nuzzles against him.

"Come here, handsome. I want to taste more of you. I want to make you feel so good."
John smiles softly and kisses his head.

“Please. Yes. Please. Make me feel good..”
Mycroft shifts in his lap, blushing as he feels John’s cum starting to slip out of him.

Greg pulls Sherlock's hips closer so Sherlock straddles his chest. He rubs his thighs and kisses his hips.
"Shower?" John nuzzles Mycroft.

Sherlock moans and rocks against him. “Please, Greg..”
Mycroft bites his lip, glancing back at Sherlock and Greg, still wanting to watch but coming to his senses as his mind becomes clearer, no longer clouded with lust.

Greg smirks and teases him with his tongue.
John hums and nuzzles him.

Sherlock’s moans grow louder, spreading his legs wider.
Mycroft bites his lip, feeling guilty for wanting to watch. He looks to John hesitantly.

Greg rubs his hips, letting him take what he wants.
"It's up to you, love." John hums softly.

Sherlock rocks and grinds against him, whimpering.
“I.. shouldn’t..” Mycroft mumbles, turning back to face John.

Greg squeezes his arse and he licks and sucks.
"You sure?" John rubs his back.

Sherlock rocks against his face, his moans growing louder.
Mycroft frowns. “I shouldn’t want to watch, sir..”

Greg moans under him.
"We'll shower while they finish up."

Sherlock presses against him, gasping as he gets closer.
Mycroft bites his lip and nods, feeling awful. His morals getting in the way.

Greg doubles his efforts, seeing how Sherlock is getting closer.
"He'll be okay. You don't have to worry about him. Greg is good." John says softly, knowing Mycroft worries about Sherlock constantly.

Sherlock gasps and cries out as he comes hard against him.
Mycroft watches as Sherlock comes, completely focused on him.

Greg groans and licks everything up greedily.
John hums and rubs his back.

Sherlock gasps, his body shaking from the intensity.
Mycroft starts to feel shameful. “We should go..”

Greg holds him and rubs his hips.
John nods and leads him to the shower

Sherlock cuddles against him, still shaking a bit.
Mycroft follows John to the shower, keeping his gaze low.

Greg cuddles him and rubs his back. "Gorgeous."
John holds his hand and leads him to the bathroom.

Sherlock hums softly, curling up against him. “What about you?” He mumbles softly.
Mycroft frowns as they get there.

"I'm fine. Just relax." Greg hums softly and kisses his head.
"You're making a face." John hums as he turns on the shower, back to Mycroft.

He nuzzles against Greg. “Mm..”
Mycroft frowns. “I.. am at a moral standoff..”

He smiles softly and runs his fingers through his hair.
"Because you watched your brother and his boyfriend get off?" John hums.

Sherlock relaxes against him, his mind blissfully quiet.
Mycroft bites his lip. “Because I enjoyed it.”

Greg hums softly, holding Sherlock close.
"It was erotic and hot and you're still tipsy." John pulls him into the shower.

Mycroft lets himself believe that it was because of the drinks as he gets into the shower.

John hums softly and stretches up, washing Mycroft's hair.

He leans in a bit, making it easier for John.

He chuckles softly and kisses the tips of his nose before continuing to massage us scalp. "Thank you, love."

He blushes a bit and smiles.

He smiles softly and rinses him carefully.

He smiles softly as he relaxes.

"You're so handsome.." He mumbles softly, running soapy hands over his body.

He blushes softly.

He smiles softly and kisses him gently.

He smiles and kisses him back softly.

"I love you.." He mumbles against his lips.

“I love you, too, dear..”

He hums happily and smiles softly.

He lets out a slow sigh.

He hums softly and washes Mycroft slowly.

He relaxes with him.

He rinses him slowly and carefully before washing himself, military efficient.

He smiles softly as he watches him.

"What?" He asks with his head tilted a bit, having caught Mycroft watching.

He hums softly. “Mm, I just love you..”

He blushes a bit and smiles softly. "I love you, too.."

He leans in to kiss him softly, having finally relaxed.

He kisses him back tenderly, feeling him relax.

“Mm..” He hums softly.

"Ready to get out?"

He hums and nods. “Yeah..”

He nods and turns off the shower.

They get out and dry off.

John follows Mycroft into their bedroom.

Mycroft curls up on their bed, still feeling a bit guilty.

John cuddles him and rubs his back. "You're still making a face a bit." He says softly and nuzzles him.

“I can’t help it..” He mumbles softly, cuddling closer. “What if he thinks I’m disgusting now?”

"I think you keep forgetting that they wanted it too. They wanted to watch as well. It wasn't just you."

He bites his lip and nods. “Yeah..”

"We were drunk. Really very drunk. We still are a bit. We thought it would be hot to watch each other. It was." He cuddles him. "You're protective of Sherlock. A bit possessive too. You wanted to make sure he was okay. You wanted to make sure you were okay with letting him be with Greg. Now you know everything's fine." He nuzzles him.

Mycroft sighs a bit and curls up against John. “Alright..”

John snuggles him close and rubs his back. "You can talk to Sherlock in the morning if you still feel off. I'm sure they're not going anywhere tonight."

He nods a bit, closing his eyes. “Yeah..”

He kisses his forehead softly and relaxes with him. "Goodnight, love.."

“Goodnight, dear..” He mumbles as he falls asleep.

John holds Mycroft close as they sleep.

Sherlock nuzzles against Greg.

Greg cuddles Sherlock, kissing his knuckles gently.

He blushes and smiles shyly. “Mm..”

"You are so handsome.."

He blushes brighter. “I..”

"You really are. Like you were hand crafted by gods. You couldn't be anymore perfect." He kisses his blush softly.

He smiles shyly and leans in to kiss him softly. “Thank you..”

"No reason to thank me.." He kisses him back softly.

“I’m not used to hearing things like that..”

"You have me now so you'll be hearing it a lot more."

He blushes. “And you won’t leave, yeah?”

"Mm I'm afraid you're stuck with me." He nuzzles him.

He smiles and nods, nuzzling him back.

He hums happily and kisses the tip of his nose.

He smiles and relaxes.

He smiles, rubbing his back slowly.

“’M tired..”

"Mm sleep.."

He nods and quickly falls asleep.

He sleeps with him.

Chapter Text

Mycroft wakes the next morning, with a bit of a hangover.

John hums softly and kisses Mycroft's back.

He mumbles softly.

He cuddles closer.

He nuzzles against him. “Mm..”

He holds him, kissing his neck softly.

He blushes and smiles shyly.

He nuzzles him and smiles softly.

He presses closer.

John holds him closer, wrapping him in his arms.

Mycroft relaxes in his arms.

John cuddles him and presses soft kisses to his face.

He opens his eyes and blushes as he looks at him.

"You're so beautiful."

He blushes brighter. “John..”

"I'm serious."

Mycroft hides his face in John’s chest.

John smiles and cuddles him, holding him close.

He relaxes against him.

He rubs his back and nuzzles him.

He smiles and kisses his chest.

He hums happily and melts under him

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

He hums quietly as his stomach growls.

"Hungry?" He nuzzles him.

“Mm. Yeah.”

"What do you want? I'll make you whatever you want."

He hums. “Mm, I don’t care. I love your cooking.”

He chuckles softly and kisses his head.

He hums and looks up for a kiss.

He leans in and kisses him softly.

“Mm, love you.”

"Love you more.."

“Yeah? I don’t know about that.”

"Mm yeah I think we actually pretty equal."

He smiles and hums softly.

He chuckles softly and kisses his nose.

He blushes and smiles. “Food.”

"Mm okay." He smiles and gets up, getting dressed.

He hums as he relaxes in bed.

John goes out into the kitchen, chuckling softly as he sees Greg and Sherlock still asleep on the couch as he makes breakfast.

Mycroft pulls on a pair of pants and a shirt before going out to the kitchen as well.

John hums softly, handing Mycroft a cup of coffee. "They're going to be in rough shape. Drank more than us last night."

Mycroft hums. “Yeah, I know.”

John pours some batter into a pan, making pancakes.

“Mm, pancakes.”

"Do you want anything else on them or in em?"

“Mm, no.”

"Okie dokie."

He smiles as he sits at the kitchen table.

John hums happily and soon sets down plates of pancakes.

Mycroft smiles and looks up for a kiss.

He smiles and kisses him.

He kisses him back happily.

"Gorgeous."

He blushes and nuzzles him.

He nuzzles him back, smiling happily.

Mycroft gets up to make coffee.

"Should we wake them?"

“Yeah, probably.” He hums as he makes coffee.

"Should I or do you want to?"

He hesitates a bit. “You can.”

"You sure?"

“Yes. I’ll get them medicine.”

"Okay." John nods and goes to wake them gently.

Mycroft sets out water and medicine for them.

"Morning guys. It's time to wake up." John says softly, standing by the couch.

Sherlock mumbles softly as he wakes, scrunching his face up.

Greg hums and nuzzles Sherlock.

Sherlock hums and nuzzles against him.

Greg smiles softly and kisses his head, groaning softly as his head hurts.

“There’s medicine and water on the table.”

He hums and nods.

Mycroft pours their coffee.

Greg and Sherlock get up slowly.

Mycroft goes back to sit and eat.

They slowly make their way to the table.

“John made breakfast.”

They sit and John sets down the plates.

Mycroft still hasn’t directly looked at Sherlock, still embarrassed about last night.

Sherlock blushes a bit and relaxes.

Mycroft blushes and smiles softly as he looks at Sherlock.

Sherlock smiles softly and takes the meds Mycroft gives him.

He smiles and leans back in to eat his food.

He hums softly and eats.

Mycroft glances at Sherlock and Greg, humming a bit. “You may want to put some clothes on.”

Sherlock blushes brightly and Greg nearly chokes, having forgotten.

Mycroft chuckles a bit, going back to eating.

They blush and get dressed before coming back to finish eating.

Mycroft pours himself another cup of coffee.

John hums happily as he eats his pancakes, skimming through the paper.

Mycroft leans against John.

John kisses his head and rubs his back, showing him interesting articles as they eat.

He hums and smiles as he reads with him.

He smiles softly and relaxes.

He leans in for kisses every so often.

He hums happily, returning the kisses.

“Mm..”

He nuzzles him.

He nuzzles him back.

He hums and smiles softly.

He relaxes against him.

He rubs his back soothingly.

He hums happily as he finishes his food.

"Good?"

He hums and nods. “Brilliant as always.”

He smiles and kisses him.

He kisses him back happily.

He hums happily and nuzzles him.

“Mm..” Mycroft hums.
Sherlock watches them, not used to seeing his brother so.. domestic.

John smiles softly, staring at Mycroft adoringly.
Greg hums softly and rubs Sherlock's back gently.

Mycroft smiles softly back at John.
Sherlock blushes and leans against Greg.

"You're so gorgeous." John hums dreamily.
Greg smiles softly and kisses his head.

Mycroft blushes and ducks his head a bit.
Sherlock looks up for a kiss.

John hums happily and smiles.
Greg leans in and kisses him softly.

“My handsome doctor..”
He smiles against his lips.

"All yours, mister government."
He hums and nuzzles him.

Mycroft hums and flashes him a smile.

John chuckles softly and smiles.

He smiles and nuzzles him.

John nuzzles Mycroft back and smiles softly.

He smiles. “What shall we do today?”

"Whatever you want." He hums happily.

He blushes a bit. “I.. Im not sure.”

He chuckles and nuzzles him.

He nuzzles him back happily.

"Mm we could stay here and cuddle all day. Or we could go to that exhibit that just opened."

Sherlock looks up. “Exhibit?”

"Yeah. It's about famous unsolved crimes all through out history. Sounded cool."

He perks up. “That sounds brilliant.”

"Lets go then."

He smiles excitedly, looking to Greg.

Greg chuckles and smiles.

He smiles and nuzzles him.

He nuzzles him back and smiles.

“Come on, lets go!”

He chuckles and they get ready.

Sherlock smiles excitedly.

They go to the car Mycroft has waiting.

They pile into the car, Sherlock grinning excitedly.

Greg smiles and kisses his cheek.

He blushes a bit but smiles.

He hums happily and smiles.

He relaxes against him.

He puts his arm around him.

He smiles happily against him.

He smiles and kisses his cheek.

He giggles a bit and hums.

He chuckles and peppers him with kisses.

He blushes brightly and pushes at him.

He smiles happily and kisses his lips softly.

He kisses him back softly.

He smiles softly and nuzzles him.

He nuzzles him back softly.

He hums softly and holds him close.

He smiles happily and looks out the window.

They soon arrive at the museum.

Sherlock smiles excitedly.

Greg smiles and follows Sherlock inside.

He smiles as he looks around.

He smiles and takes his hand as the walk.

He slows down to walk with him.

He chuckles softly and smiles, walking a bit faster so Sherlock doesn't have to slow down to much for him.

He smiles happily as they walk.

They get to the exhibit, filled with very old case files and evidence.

Sherlock’s eyes light up as they enter the exhibit.

"Gregory?" An older man asks. "Mr. Pierce!" Greg laughs and goes to shake the man's hand.

Sherlock bites his lip as Greg lets go of his hand, shrinking back to John and Mycroft.

"How have you been?" Mr. Piece asks. "Brilliant. I should have known you'd set this up." Greg laughs. Mycroft rubs Sherlock's back. "It's alright. He's just talking to an old professor." Mycroft hums.

Sherlock hesitates before nodding, still a bit nervous around new people.

"Come meet everyone." Greg smiles and brings Mr. Pierce over. "Everyone this is my old professor Mr. Pierce. This is my boyfriend Sherlock. My best mate John. And his boyfriend Mycroft who's also Sherlock's brother." Greg smiles. "Very nice to meet you all." Mr. Pierce smiles. "He's the reason I became a homicide detective." Greg nods.

Sherlock blushes, hiding behind Mycroft a bit.

"I hope you all enjoy the exhibit. It took quite a while to put together. If you'll excuse me I have a few things to take care of. I'll see you all later." Mr. Pierce smiles and nods before leaving them.

Sherlock goes back to join Greg once Mr. Pierce leaves.

Greg smiles and takes his hand, kissing it.

He blushes and smiles shyly.

He hums happily and smiles softly.

He smiles and kisses his cheek.

He blushes and smiles.

He smiles happily, relaxing again.

He hums softly and smiles.

He smiles as they continue to look around.

He smiles softly as he watches how happy Sherlock is.

“These could all be easily solved.”

"Oh yeah?" He chuckles.

“Of course.” He huffs a bit.

"Alright. Solve them. Solve em and I'll buy us all lunch." He smirks.

He hums, going and standing in front of one.

He chuckles softly and smiles.

He examines it, thinking over the solution.

Greg stands back, watching Sherlock work.

Sherlock grins as he straightens up.

"Got it?" Greg asks.

He hums. “Of course.” He starts to explain the case.

Greg listens, completely in awe.

Sherlock smiles as he finishes. “Well?”

"Brilliant." Greg grins and kisses him.

He blushes and smiles against his lips.

He chuckles and smiles.

He smiles shyly and pulls back.

He hums and smiles.

He relaxes and smiles.

He rubs his thumb over his knuckles.

He blushes and smiles. “Mm, I believe you owe us lunch.”

"Yes I do. Where shall we go?" He grins.

“Mm, there’s a nice small Italian place. I know the owner.”

"Lead the way."

He smiles and nods, leading them to Angelo’s.

Greg smiles, hand in hand with Sherlock.

He smiles happily as they enter the restaurant.

"Sherlock!" Angelo grins.

Sherlock smiles happily. “Hello, Angelo.”

"Come sit." Angelo smiles and leads them to a table for the four of them. "Double date. Very nice. I'll get a candle." He smiles and leave to get a candle as they sit.

Sherlock blushes and smiles as they sit.

Greg smiles and sits next to him as John and Mycroft take the other side of the booth.

Sherlock smiles and leans against Greg.

Greg hums happily and kisses his head.

He blushes and looks up for a kiss.

He leans in and kisses him.

He kisses him back shyly.

He smiles and nuzzles him as Angelo comes back with a candle.

He blushes and smiles. “Thank you, Angelo.”

"My pleasure. What can I get you all tonight?"

“I’ll have the usual.” Sherlock smiles softly.

"Of course." Angelo smiles and takes their order, going to put it in.

Sherlock smiles softly and relaxes against Greg.

Greg smiles and kisses his cheek.

He smiles happily and nuzzles him.

He hums happily and nuzzles him back.

He smiles. “I hope you like the food here.”

"You have excellent taste. I'm sure I will." He smiles.

He blushes and smiles shyly.

He smiles softly and rubs his hand.

He smiles and nuzzles against him. “Angelo’s one of my favorite restaurants.”

"The owner seems to like you quite a bit." He chuckles softly and wraps his arm around him.

He blushes and hums. “I helped him out.”

"Oh yeah?" He smiles.

He hums and nods. “Yeah, a long time ago.”

"Just helping people left and right." He chuckles and smiles.

He blushes brightly at this comment, smiling shyly.

He smiles and kisses him as Angelo brings their food.

Sherlock blushes and kisses him back, pulling back as Angelo sets their plates down.

"Enjoy." Angelo winks and leaves to let them eat.

He smiles softly and relaxes against Greg as they eat.

"Mm it's so good." He hums happily as he eats.

He smiles. “I’m glad you like it.”

He nods and smiles.

He smiles and kisses him softly.

He kisses him back and hums happily.

He smiles shyly and relaxes against him again.

He smiles and traces patterns on his skin with his fingertips.

He smiles and blushes.
Mycroft smiles as he relaxes with John, having eaten a bit of his food.

John hums and rubs Mycroft's back as he eats.

Mycroft smiles softly.

John leans in and kisses his cheek.

He blushes and smiles, turning to kiss him.

He hums happily and kisses him back.

He smiles happily. “Mm..”

"Gorgeous."

He blushes and hums.

He smiles and nuzzles him.

He nuzzles him back softly.

He hums happily and relaxes.

He smiles and takes his hand.

He intertwines their fingers, smiling adoringly at him.

He smiles and rubs his thumb over his knuckles.

John blushes a bit and smiles.

He smiles fondly at him.

He blushes a bit brighter and leans against him.

He kisses his head.

He hides his face in his neck.

He smiles fondly and hums.

He relaxes into him, breathing him in.

He wraps his arm around John, keeping him close.

He hums happily and cuddles into him a bit.

“I love you..” He mumbles against his head.

"I love you, too. So much." He blushes and says softly.

He smiles softly against him.

He hums happily and relaxes against him.

He smiles lovingly as he holds him.

He blushes and smiles happily.

He hums. “Nearly done, love?”

"Mm yeah." He nods.

“We ought to be getting home.” Mycroft hums, hoping John has forgotten about the talk he wanted Mycroft to have with Sherlock.

John hums and nods, feeling like he's forgotten something.

Mycroft takes out his wallet. “Thank you for dinner. It was lovely.” He sets his money on the table.

"Thanks for coming out." Greg smiles.

“Of course.”

"Ready to go, love?" Greg asks Sherlock.

Sherlock hums. “Yeah.”

Greg stands and helps Sherlock into his coat.

Sherlock smiles and pulls on his coat.

Greg smiles and kisses his cheek.

He blushes and smiles.

He hums happily and smiles.

Mycroft takes John’s hand. “Ready?”

"Mmhmm." John smiles and kisses his hand.

He smiles softly. “Lets go.”

He smiles and follows him.

Mycroft leads him to one of the cars he has waiting.

"Always prepared." John chuckles.

“Mm, of course.” He hums, opening the door for John.

"Thank you, love." He smiles softly and gets into the car.

He smiles and hums, getting in after him. “Of course. I’ve called another car for the others.”

"Of course you did." He smiles, taking his hand.

He smiles and nuzzles him.

He nuzzles him back and hums happily.

He gasps and moans breathily.

He holds him close and kisses his neck.

He smiles and hums softly as they’re driven home.

He leans against him and relaxes.

“Mm, I love you.” Mycroft hums quietly.

"I love you, too." John says softly.

He smiles and nuzzles against him.

He smiles and kisses his head.

He relaxes against him.

He hums softly and smiles.

He smiles as they pull up to the flat.

He follows him up to the flat.

Mycroft leads him inside.

John hums and hangs up their coats.

Mycroft hums softly and leans in to kiss John.

John wraps his arms around Mycroft waist as he kisses him back.

“Mm..” He smiles against John’s lips.

He hums softly and nibbles at his lip before pulling back a bit, smiling some.

Mycroft chuckles softly, leaning back in to kiss John again.

John hums happily, slowly deepening the kiss.

He rests his hands on John’s hips, pulling him closer.

He presses closer, melting into his arms.

“God, I love you..” He mumbles against his lips.

"Mm i love you, too.." He mewls softly.

He lets his hands trail down to John’s arse, humming softly.

His hips rocks subtly as he pushes his arse back into his hands.

He squeezes his arse and deepens the kiss.

He moans breathily and opens his mouth.

“Want you.” He mumbles against his lips.

"Then take me." He mumbles back.

He growls a bit, biting at his lips as he moves them back towards their room.

He whines a bit needy as they go to their room.

He presses him against the door, kissing him deeply.

He moans breathily and pulls him close.

He rocks against him, moving to kiss his neck.

He arches against him and tips his head back as he rocks against him.

“So beautiful.” He groans against him.

He blushes and whimpers.

He pulls him back and presses him into the bed.

"Myc.." He moans.

“Mm, need something?” He smirks down at him.

"You." He licks his lips and looks up at him.

He grins and leans in to kiss him deeply.

He holds him close and kisses him back desperately.

He grinds against him, groaning.

He wraps his legs around him and rocks up against him.

He snakes his hand down to grope John over his pants.

He moans and arches, rocking up into his hand.

“Such a good boy..” Mycroft mumbles softly, cupping him.

John blushes and whimpers needy.

“Use your words.” Mycroft smirks.

"Want you. Need you. Fuck me. Please." John blushes brighter, knowing only Mycroft can make him feel so needy and desperate.

“Spread your legs, gorgeous.” He rubs his sides.

He blushes and does as he's told, wanting to be a good boy and please Mycroft.

“Good boy.” He grins, lubing up his fingers. He pushes his finger into him.

"Daddy."He moans and arches.

The word goes straight to Mycroft’s cock, making it twitch. He quickly adds a second finger, rocking them.

He blushes and moans, rocking his hips needy.

“Such a good boy for me.. always so ready for Daddy.” He leans in to kiss and suck at his neck as he thrusts his fingers.

"Yours, Daddy. All yours. Want to be so good for Daddy." He whimpers and tips his head back as his hips roll.

He marks him, humming a bit. “You are already so good.” He adds a third finger.

He moans loudly as he's marked, bucking his hips.

He thrusts his fingers, grinning before slipping his fingers out and lubing his cock up.

"Yes." He groans and spreads his legs wider.

He pushes into him slowly, leaning down to kiss his neck.

He moans and arches, tipping his head back.

He moans and nips at his neck as he pushes all the way in.

"Oh yes." He groans, wrapping his legs around him.

He moans and slowly rocks his hips.

He holds onto him and pulls him in for a kiss.

He kisses him back deeply, deepening his thrusts.

He whimpers against his lips and moans needy. "Yes, Daddy. Fuck me. Oh Daddy."

He growls and nips at his lips. “Daddy’s little slut.”

"Yours. All yours." He whimpers, mouth opening for him.

He moans, kissing him harshly as he starts to thrust into him.

He kisses him back a bit desperately, holding onto him.

“Such a good boy..” He groans against him.

He moans breathily, arching under him.

He thrusts harder into him, holding his hips down.

He mewls, unable to move and just takes whatever he gives him

He starts to pound into him. “Such a good boy.."

He moans loudly, trying to move his hips even though they're being held down.

He tightens his grip on his hips, roughly thrusting into him.

"Can I come? Please, Daddy!"

“Come for me. Make a mess, boy.” He growls as he thrusts into him, close as well.

He cries out and comes hard, cum splattered between them.

He moans loudly as he comes hard into him.

He whimpers and moans breathily.

He leans in and kisses his back softly. “Good boy..”

He blushes and kisses him back.

“I love you..” He mumbles softly.

"Love.."

He smiles softly. “Sleep, dear.”

He cuddles into him and falls asleep.

Mycroft holds him as he falls asleep as well.

John stays close to Mycroft as they sleep.

Sherlock stretches up to kiss Greg.

Greg smiles against Sherlock's lips and kisses him back.

He smiles and hums, nuzzling against him.

He smiles softly and kisses his forehead.

He blushes brightly and smiles.

He hums happily and smiles softly.

He smiles and relaxes.

He smiles softly and rubs his back.

He smiles happily, stretching a bit.

"Tea?" Greg asks as he stands.

“Mm, please.”

He smiles and goes to make it.

Sherlock smiles happily as he watches him.

Greg hums softly, making Sherlock's tea just the way he likes it.

Sherlock smiles happily as he takes it. “Thank you.”

"You're welcome." Greg smiles and sits back down. "Movie?"

He smiles. “Please.”

He hands him the controller, letting him pick.

Sherlock smiles, curling up on the couch as he puts on a movie.

Greg smiles and cuddles him.

He curls up with him, resting his head on Greg’s chest.

He pets Sherlock's curls softly and holds him close.

He smiles softly against him.

He hums softly and relaxes with him.

He stars to fall asleep against him.

He smiles softly and rubs his back soothingly.

He easily falls asleep against him.

Greg watches Sherlock sleep for a while before scooping him up and carrying him to bed gently.

He mumbles and nuzzles against him as he’s carried to bed.

He smiles softly and kisses his head, undressing him down to his pants and puts one of his own jumpers on Sherlock that he likes to sleep in.

Sherlock mumbles softly, hands holding onto the jumper contently.

Greg smiles softly and gets himself ready for bed, snuggling into bed with Sherlock.

Sherlock hums and curls up against Greg.

Greg holds him close and kisses his head, falling asleep.

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Mycroft hums as he wakes.

John mumbles softly, face presses to Mycroft's chest as he sleeps.

Mycroft smiles softly, holding John close as he relaxes against him, vaguely aware of John’s morning wood pressing against his own.

John presses closer and nuzzles into him, hips rocking subtly against Mycroft.

Mycroft gasps softly, carefully turning so his arse is pressed against John’s cock. He rocks his hips back against him.

John groans and rocks against him. "Myc.." he groans as he wakes.

He blushes and shifts his leg so John’s cock slips between them. “John..”

"Oh Mycroft.." He groans and thrusts between his legs, kissing his neck.

He moans breathily. “J-John.. fuck me..”

"Spread your legs for me, baby. I'll stretch you." He kisses his back.

He blushes and moves onto his back, spreading his legs for John.

"Good boy. Such a good boy." He kisses his arse and eases a slick finger into him.

He gasps and mewls, spreading his legs further.

He rocks his finger slowly.

He gasps and whimpers. “Oh John…”

He smirks and adds a second.

He moans breathily, gripping the sheets a bit.

He rocks his fingers and kisses his neck.

“John.. so good..” He moans softly, tipping his head to give him more room.

He nips and sucks on his neck, adding a third finger.

He moans and arches. “Oh yes..”

He rocks his fingers and kisses him.

He whimpers against his lips. “Please, John..”

"I know, love." He eases his fingers out of him and slicks his cock.

He blushes and whines a bit at the emptiness.

He kisses him softly and holds his hips as he pushes into him, stopping Mycroft's ache of being empty filling him with his cock.

Mycroft gasps and arches, wrapping his legs around him and pulling him in closer.

John holds him close and kisses along his neck, slowly starting to rock his hips.

He moans breathily, rocking his hips with him. “God yes..”

"I'm going to take you apart so so very slowly. You'll be begging and sobbing for me to let you come." He murmurs and sucks on his throat, continuing is very slow pace.

Mycroft whimpers, tipping his head back. “God yes. Use me, sir.”

"Good boy." John smirks and angles his thrusts to rub Mycroft's prostate. "You're not allowed to come until I say."

He gasps, gripping the sheets to try to hold off his orgasm. “Yes, Daddy.”

He groans and kisses him deeply.

He kisses him back desperately.

He nips at his lips, rocking his hips slow and deeply.

He whimpers against him. “So good, Daddy..”

He groans and kisses him.

“Please, need more, sir.” Mycroft moans against his lips.

He smirks and starts to move just a bit faster.

He gasps, pulling him in closer. “Yes!”

He presses closer and fucks him harder.

He moans loudly, arching, so close.

"Come, baby. Let go."

He cries out as he comes hard.

He groans and comes hard into him.

He gasps and moans as he’s filled.

He holds him close and kisses him deeply.

He moans and kisses him back desperately.

He nips and sucks on his lips.

He whimpers softly, opening his mouth.

He pulls him close and sucks on his tongue.

He moans breathily, melting against him.

He kisses him deeply and holds him close.

He moans against him, rocking his hips.

"Still want more?" He smirks.

He blushes. “Yes, Sir.”

"Ride me, baby."

He moans breathily and nods, straddling his lap.

"Gorgeous. Just look at you."

He blushes, rocking against him. “Daddy..”

He kisses him and pushes up into him.

He gasps and moans breathily as he’s filled.

He holds his hips and kisses his neck.

Mycroft moans, rocking against him a bit.

John groans and rocks into him.

He whimpers, holding onto him. “God yes..”

"Go on. Ride me." He smirks and strokes his cock slowly.

Mycroft blushes as he starts to ride him.

John moans and rocks up into him.

He presses his face into John’s shoulder as he rides him harder.

"That's it, baby." He grips his arse, thrusting up into him.

He moans and whimpers, kissing and gasping against his neck.

"So good." He groans.

Mycroft moans breathily, starting to ride him harder.

John moans and thrusts harder.

Mycroft whimpers, so close. “Please..”

"Come. Come for me."

He cries out as he comes hard.

He groans and comes hard into him.

He moans as he’s filled, arching a bit.

He holds him close, pressing kisses over his hot skin.

He gasps and mewls.

He runs his hand slowly over his body.

He blushes and arches into his hand.

"So gorgeous."

He blushes brighter and mewls.

He kisses along his jaw.

He gasps and trembles a bit.

"Mm good boy."

He blushes and whimpers a bit.

"Still need more, don't you?" John mumbles as he kisses down Mycroft's neck.

He whimpers and nods a bit. “Please, Sir..”

He chuckles softly and rocks his hips slowly, still inside him.

He gasps and moans breathily, rocking against him.

"Mm so good.." He sucks and nips at his throat, stroking him slowly.

He rocks into his hand, tipping his head back to give him more room.

He rocks into him at a slow steady pace, continuing to stroke him in time with his thrusts.

Mycroft gasps and arches. “John..”

John kisses his throat, loving how Mycroft writhes under him.

He whimpers and arches up. “Yes..”

He starts to move faster.

He gasps and moans breathily.

He kisses him deeply and aims for his prostate.

He gasps and moans loudly, kissing him back desperately.

"Good boy. So loud for me."

He whimpers. “Close.. please..”

"Come."

He cries out as he comes hard.

He moans loudly and comes hard into him.

He gasps and whimpers softly, trembling a bit.

He groans, breathing deeply.

He blushes brightly and presses against him. “Christ..”

He hums and kisses his jaw.

He blushes and curls up against him. “No more, hm?”

"Want more?" John chuckles and holds him close.

He blushes and shakes his head, nuzzling against him. “Can’t do more right now..”

"Mm alright.." He smiles softly and rubs his back.

He cuddles up against him.

He hums softly and kisses his head.

He smiles happily and relaxes.

He relaxes as well, eyes closed.

“I love you..” Mycroft mumbles.

"I love you, too.." John murmurs and kisses his forehead.

He yawns softly, cuddling up.

He smiles softly, holding him close.

“Sleep?”

"Mmhmm.."

He smiles and relaxes against him.

He nuzzles him and smiles softly.

Mycroft falls asleep against him.

John holds him close as they sleep.

Sherlock mumbles and nuzzles against Greg.

Greg hums and cuddles Sherlock closer.

Sherlock hums as he starts to wake.

Greg presses sleepily against him.

He smiles and nuzzles him again.

"Lock.." He mumbles as he wakes.

He hums. “Yes, Love?”

"Mornin.." He smiles softly.

He smiles softly and nuzzles him. “Good morning..”

He hums happily and nuzzles him back.

“How’d you sleep?”

"Mm great. Always well rested when I wake up next to you."

He blushes and smiles shyly.

He smiles and kisses him softly.

He kisses him back softly. “I love you..” He mumbles quietly.

"Mm love you, too.." He hums softly and kisses him again.

He blushes and kisses him back.

He nibbles on his lip gently before pulling back a bit.

He blushes and opens his mouth, letting out a small whine as Greg pulls back.

"Mm?"

He blushes brighter. “Why’d you pull back?”

"I'd be happy to give you more." He kisses along his jaw teasingly.

He gasps softly and tips his head back.

He kisses down his neck, over his collarbone.

Sherlock blushes as he lets Greg kiss his body.

Greg holds his wrists and pins them above his head gently, kissing his throat.

He gasps and moans breathily.

He holds his wrists down with one hand as the other slips under his shirt.

He arches into his touch, rocking against him.

"May I?" He asks, tugging his shirt up a bit.

He blushes and nods. “I trust you..”

He kisses him softly and takes his shirt off him.

He blushes, biting his lip.

"God, so fucking handsome." He nearly whines as he kisses down Sherlock's chest.

He gasps and arches up, his body trembling a bit at the rush of emotions he feels just from those words.

He rubs his hips and sucks light marks into his skin.

He blushes and mewls softly. “Yes..”

He strips himself of his shirt and kisses across Sherlock's hips. "May I?" He asks, the waistband of Sherlock's pants between his teeth.

Sherlock blushes brighter and nods again.

"Are you sure?" Greg asks softly.

He blushes. “Yes, I.. I trust you..”

He smiles softly and slowly pulls off his pants, kissing his thighs.

He blushes and spreads his legs a bit.

He looks up at him and kisses higher up his thighs.

He blushes and mewls as he watches.

"Want me to suck you off, baby?"

He blushes and nods. “Please, Daddy..”

"Do you want to sit on my face, baby?"

He blushes. “I.. n-no, Daddy.. I just want to lay back.”

"Then relax and spread your legs for me, handsome."

He blushes and nods, spreading his legs.

He groans as he looks at him and looks at his lips.

He blushes and whimpers a bit. “Please..”

He holds his hips and kisses his way there slowly.

He blushes and whimpers softly, arching.

He rubs his thighs and licks slowly.

He gasps and moans breathily. “Yes..”

He swirls his tongue around his clit and sucks gently.

He arches and moans loudly.

He puts his legs over his shoulder, slowly fucking him with his tongue.

His moans grow and his legs tremble a bit as he gets closer.

He squeezes his arse, working his tongue faster.

He moans. “Please, please..” He begs.

"Come, baby." He mumbles, fucking him with his tongue faster.

He cries out as he comes hard.

He groans as he watches him, licking up his cum.

He gasps and whimpers softly.

"Such a good boy." He kisses his thighs gently.

He blushes and mewls.

He smiles and crawls up, laying next to him.

He blushes and nuzzles against him.

He smiles softly and kisses him.

He kisses him back. “What about you?”

"Whatever you want to do." He mumbles against his lips, deepening the kiss.

He blushes. “Can I suck you off?”

"I'd love that."

He blushes and nods, leaning in to kiss him before moving down his body.

He smiles softly, running his fingers threw Sherlock's hair.

He blushes and kisses his cock.

He groans softly as his eyes slip closed, knowing Sherlock knows there's condoms in the drawer of he wants to put one on him.

He looks up at him to watch his reactions as he licks up the length of his cock.

He gasps and moans, arching a bit.

He holds it at the base, swirling his tongue around the head.

"Ohh fuck yes.."

He hums softly and slowly takes him into his mouth.

"Sherlock." He groans, hand tightening in his hair a bit.

He moans around him, looking up through his lashes.

"So perfect. You look so fucking sexy."

He blushes and whimpers softly, slowly taking more of him.

"Oh yeah. That's it. Nice and slow." He moans.

He blushes, wanting Greg to instruct him.

"Just breathe and bob your head slowly."

He hums around him and does as told, slowly bobbing his head and breathing through his nose.

"Good boy. Such a good boy." He praises, cock twitching in his mouth.

He moans at the praise, starting to drool around him.

He moans, hips rocking a bit.

He moans and closes his eyes, pressing deeper.

"Oh god close." He groans.

He bobs his head faster, moaning loudly around him.

"Sherlock." He moans loudly and comes hard into his mouth.

He sputters a bit as he tries to swallow it all.

Greg pulls him up and kisses him deeply.

He moans and kisses him back.

"Perfect. You're so perfect."

He blushes at the praise. “Thank you..”

He smiled and kisses him softly.

“I love you..”

“I love you, too..”

He smiles softly and nuzzles him.

He nuzzles him back and hums happily.

He hums softly. “Thank you..”

"Anything for you, love." He cuddles him.

He blushes and smiles shyly, curling up against him.

He smiles softly and rubs his back.

He yawns softly. “Sleep?”

"Mm yeah. I have work in the morning." He hums.

He hums. “Can I come?”

"Sure." He cuddles him.

He smiles and nuzzles against him.

He nuzzles him back and smiles softly.

Sherlock hums, starting to fall asleep.

Greg holds him close as they sleep.

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Mycroft nuzzles against John.

John hums softly, holding Mycroft closer.

He smiles softly, pressing small kisses to his chest.

He peeks an eye opens and looks down at him, smiling softly.

Mycroft blushes a bit as he’s caught.

John smiles softly and tips Mycroft's face up, kissing him ever so gently.

He blushes and kisses him back softly.

He smiles softly, pressing soft kisses all over his face slowly.

He blushes brighter and hides his face.

He hums happily and cuddles him.

He cuddles against him.

John smiles softly and rubs his back.

Mycroft nuzzles him. “Mm.. morning..”

"Good morning.." He nuzzles him back.

He smiles and hums as he looks up at him.

"Mm I have no idea how you can possibly look this good every morning. It's impossible."

He blushes. “Oh, shush.”

"Never." He grins.

He chuckles and leans in to kiss him.

He hums happily and kisses him back.

“Mm.. I need a shower.”

"Should I join you or make breakfast?"

He chuckles and hums. “I’d love some company.”

"Mm who am I to refuse?" He grins and kisses his cheek.

He smiles and turns to kiss him.

He hums happily and kisses him back.

He smiles and gets up. “Come on.”

"Mm alright." He smiles and follows him to the bathroom.

He turns on the shower.

He kisses him and pulls him into the shower.

He smiles and kisses him back.

He smirks and presses him back against the the shower wall, deepening the kiss.

He blushes and gasps, opening his mouth obediently.

He sucks on his tongue and squeezes his arse.

He whimpers softly, rocking against his hands.

"Need something?"

He whimpers. “John.. please..”

"What do you need?"

He blushes. “Your cock.. please..”

"Want me to fuck you up against the wall?"

He whimpers. “Yes, sir..”

"Stretch yourself for me."

He blushes and nods, starting to stretch himself.

"Good boy. So good."

He blushes at the praise, quickening his pace.

"Look at you." He groans and sinks to his knees, taking his cock into his mouth.

He gasps and moans loudly, arching into his mouth. “Oh Christ..”

He bobs his head slowly, swallowing him down.

He whimpers, adding a third finger.

He pulls off slowly and strokes him, swirling his tongue around his leaking head.

Mycroft bites back another whimper, thrusting his fingers. “Please, sir..”

John pulls off and stands, kissing Mycroft deeply.

He moans as he kisses him back desperately.

He takes his fingers out and lifts him, wrapping Mycroft's legs around him and holds him up as he pushes into him.

Mycroft gasps and moans breathily as John pushes into him, tightening his hold on him.

"I've got you." John holds him tight.

He moans and arches. “Yes..”

He kisses his throats and slowly starts to rock into him.

He gasps and whimpers a bit.

"Let me hear you."

He whimpers. “Please, harder..”

He smirks and holds him tighter, fucking him harder.

He moans loudly and drags his nails down his back.

He groans, aiming for his prostate.

He gasps and arches up against him, rocking his hips back for more.

He kisses him deeply as he fucks him.

He whimpers against his lips, getting close.

"Come, baby. I've got you. Come."

He whimpers and cries out as he comes hard. “John!”

He groans and comes hard into him.

Mycroft gasps and holds onto John as he’s filled.

John holds him close and covers him with kisses.

He blushes and smiles shyly.

He smiles softly and kisses him lovingly.

He kisses him back softly. “I love you..”

"I love you, too. So much." He mumbles against his lips.

He smiles against him.

"Love your arse too." He says cheekily and squeezes his arse playfully.

He smiles against him.

"Let's actually shower now, mm?" He smiles.

He blushes and smiles shyly. “Yeah, we should.”

He kisses him softly and gently stands him up in the shower.

He blushes and holds onto him so he doesn’t slip.

"I've got you." He holds him close.

He blushes and kisses his chest.

He smiles softly and kisses him.

He kisses him back happily.

He nuzzles him and grabs the shampoo, washing Mycroft's hair.

He blushes and smiles, closing his eyes.

He presses soft kisses to his skin as he massages his scalp.

Mycroft chuckles and hums.

John smiles and rinses him carefully.

“Mm.. thank you..”

"You're welcome, love."

He looks up to kiss him.

He deepens the kiss slowly.

He gasps and opens his mouth for him.

He holds him close and presses against him.

He whimpers softly, letting his eyes close.

"Mm i can't get enough of you.." He mumbles as he kisses his neck.

He blushes and moans breathily. “John..”

"We should go away. Take a holiday. Just you and me. No work. Just us. What do you think?" He nibbles gently at his throat.

He gasps. “God yes. I can get us a jet. Take us wherever we want.”

"Brilliant. You're so brilliant. So perfect." He kisses him before sinking to his knees.

He groans as he watches him kneel in front of him.

He looks up at him as he slowly kisses along his cock.

Mycroft moans breathily as he locks eyes with him. “God, John..”

John smirks and swallows Mycroft's cock all the way down easily.

He gasps and moans, his hips rocking.

He hums, letting Mycroft know he can fuck his face.

He moans and holds his head, rocking into his mouth.

He moans around him as his eyes slip closed, always loving having Mycroft in his mouth.

Mycroft’s moans grow louder as he picks up the pace, thrusting into him.

John gags a bit, moaning like a slut.

Mycroft groans, thrusting harder. “Close..”

John takes everything, loving when Mycroft uses him.

Mycroft moans loudly as he comes hard down his throat.

John sputters a bit and swallows as much as he can, some leaking down his chin.

Mycroft groans as he pulls out, kneeling down to lick the cum off his chin and kiss him deeply.

John moans and kisses him back deeply. "You always cum so much. I love it." He mumbles against his lips and rubs their tongues together so he can taste himself.

Mycroft moans against him. “God. I can’t help it. You’re just so fucking sexy.” He groans as he tastes himself.

John moans, kissing him deeply. "Let go. Today. I want to fuck you on a jet."

Mycroft’s cock twitches at the thought. “God yes. I’ll arrange it.”

John moans and kisses him happily.

He kisses him back. “God, I love you.”

"I love you, too." He nibbles at his lip.

He groans softly before pulling back. “Mm, save some for the plane.”

"Mm alright." He smirks.

He stands, offering his hand. “We should get out and pack.”

"Mm okay." He takes his hand, smiling.

He turns off the shower and they get out to dry off.

John goes and gets them packed while Mycroft makes the arrangements.

“Mm, bring some toys.” Mycroft hums as he comes into their room.

"Of course." John smirks, packing their favorites.

Mycroft grins. “Mm, maybe pack one of the strap ons we have.”

"Oh yeah?" John smirks.

He blushes a bit. “Yeah. Might want to get fucked by two cocks one night.”

He groans and kisses him.

He kisses him back deeply. “Though nothing compares to your cock.” He hums. “Mm, which reminds me.” He goes to a drawer and pulls out a new strap on with an exact replica of John’s cock.

"Oh you dirty dirty genius." John smirks.

He grins. “Yeah, thought you’d like that.”

"I do." He smirks. "You can fuck me with it too. Give new meaning to go fuck yourself." He giggles.

He chuckles and grins. “God I love you.”

He giggles and smiles brightly. "I love you, too."

He kisses him and hums. “Got everything packed?”

"Mm i think so. Check." He hums and kisses him back.

He smiles as he checks. “Mm, yeah I think that’s all we need.”

"Where are we going?" John mumbles as he kisses along Mycroft's neck.

He hums. “We can go anywhere you want.”

"Mm you pick. I love your surprises." He sucks gently.

He tips his head back a bit. “Mm, how about America? Vegas? I know how you like to gamble.”

"Mm haven't been there in ages." He smirks, biting his throat softly.

He groans softly. “Then it’s set. We’ll go to Vegas.”

"Perfect." He pulls off his throat, smirking.

He groans a bit. “Tease.”

"Saving it for the jet." He teases.

He grins and kisses him. “Then we’d better get on the jet soon then, hm?”

"Mm yes." He kisses him back.

He chuckles and they get dressed before heading out to a car that was waiting for them.

He holds his hand, opening the car door for him.

He blushes a bit and smiles. “Thank you, love.” He kisses him and pulls him into the car.

He hums happily and gets into the car, kissing him back.

He hums and smiles as the car takes them to his jet.

"Mm you sure know how to show a guy a good time. Fancy cars, big jets, a perfect arse." John smirks.

He blushes. “Mm, all for you.”

He grins and kisses him deeply.

He presses closer and kisses him back.

He nips at his lips as he pulls back. "On the jet."

He groans a bit. “Bloody tease, you are.”

"I always give you what you need." He smirks.

He rolls his eyes and smiles. “You better.”

"Come on." He kisses him quick and gets out of the car, holding the door open for him.

He grins and follows him out, getting their luggage.

He helps Mycroft carry their luggage, following him into the jet.

He hums as they board and sit, the jet cabin open and spacious.

"Wow." John grins as he looks around. "New, yeah?"

He smiles and hums. “Yeah, figured we could use an upgrade.”

"Very nice." He smiles.

He sits as they get ready to take off.

John gets their things squared away before sitting next to Mycroft.

Mycroft hums as they take off, waiting until it’s safe to get up and get them some drinks.

John relaxes and gets comfortable.

He pours them both a glass of champagne.

He smiles softly as he watches him.

He brings back their glasses. “Here, dear.”

"Thank you, love." He takes his glass.

He smiles and sits with him again.

"To a holiday well deserved." He toasts.

Mycroft smiles and raises his glass.

John smiles and takes a sip.

Mycroft takes a sip as well, humming softly at the taste.

"Brilliant taste as usual."

“Mm, only the best for you.”

He smiles and kisses him.

He hums and kisses him back.

He nips at his lips, slowly deepening the kiss.

He blushes and opens his mouth for him.

He slowly traces his tongue over his lips before dipping it into his mouth.

He whimpers against him, submitting to him.

He pulls Mycroft into his lap and gropes his arse.

Mycroft gasps and rocks against him a bit.

John kisses down his neck, starting to unbutton his shirt.

He tips his head back, whimpering a bit.

He takes off his shirt, teasing his nipple with his tongue.

He whimpers and moans breathily, arching up against him.

He sucks gently, opening his trousers.

“John..” He gasps softly, rocking his hips.

"Come on." He smirks and pulls away.

He whines as John pulls away. “Where?”

"Up so I can get your trousers off."

He blushes and nods, standing for him.

He kisses his hips, pulling his trousers and pants off.

He blushes as his erection is freed.

"Gorgeous."

He blushes brighter at the praise.

"What do you want, baby?"

He whimpers softly. “Just want you, Sir..”

He stands and kisses him deeply, stripping. He sits and pulls Mycroft into his lap. "Ride me, gorgeous."

He whimpers and rocks against him. “Yes, Sir.” He lifts up a bit, slowly coming back down onto his cock.

"Oh he's. That's a good boy. Such a good boy." He groans, holding his hips.

He blushes at the praise and moans breathily as he takes him all the way.

He holds him close and kisses him deeply.

He kisses him back desperately, starting to ride him slowly.

He rocks with him, kissing his neck.

He holds onto him, topping his head back and starting to ride him harder.

He grips his hips, thrusting up into him as he comes down.

He moans loudly, rocking his hips.

"Such a loud slut for me." He growls, nipping at his neck as he strokes his cock.

He gasps and moans louder, his cock leaking in John’s hand.

He strokes him in time with his thrusts.

Mycroft moans as John thrusts into his prostate again and again, so close.

"Come with me, baby. I've got you."

He moans loudly as he comes hard, holding onto him.

He groans and comes hard into him.

He gasps as John fills him, holding onto him.

He kisses his neck as he holds him.

He blushes and breathes hard.

He nuzzles him, rubbing his back.

He smiles shyly and nuzzles him back.

"I love you.."

“I love you too.. Christ, so much.”

He grins and kisses him.

He blushes and kisses him back.

"Let's get cleaned up."

He blushes and nods. “There’s a shower in the bedroom in the back.”

"Okay." He smiles softly and carries him.

He blushes and smiles shyly, holding onto him.

He kisses him softly as he steps into the shower.

He blushes and kisses him back softly.

He smiles softly and gently stands him up, holding him close.

He blushes and holds onto him. “Thank you, love..”

"You're very welcome." He smiles softly and nuzzles him before starting to wash him.

He smiles shyly, relaxing as John washes him.

He rinses him, pressing soft kisses to his skin.

He blushes and relaxes further.

He smiles softly, hands running over his body slowly.

He gasps softly, humming in approval.

"I love your body. Love the way you feel."

He whimpers and blushes a bit at the praise.

"I love you. I love everything about you. Everything."

“John..” He smiles shyly.

"Mm?" He smiles softly.

He blushes. “I love you..”

"I love you, too." He kisses his blush.

He smiles shyly and moves to kiss him softly.

He kisses him back softly, holding him close.

He smiles against him.

He chuckles softly, smiling happily.

He hums as he washes his hair.

He kisses his chest softly.

He blushes and smiles, dipping down to kiss him.

He hums happily and kisses him back.

He pulls back to rinse off.

He smiles softly as he watches him.

Mycroft blushes as he notices John watching him.

"You're so handsome."

He blushes brighter. “I.. John..”

"Mm?"

He smiles shyly. “You’re too kind.”

"Hardly." He chuckles softly.

“You see the best in people.”

He blushes a bit.

He smiles and leans in to kiss him softly.

He hums happily and kisses him back.

“Mm, ready to get out?”

"Yeah." He nods.

Mycroft turns off the shower and they get out and dry off.

John hums and follows him into the room.

Mycroft smiles. “Mm, what were we doing before the shower?”

"Well we're currently flying in a jet. What do you wanna do?" John smiles and flops back on the bed.

Mycroft hums and lays on the bed with John. “Mm, I don’t know.”

He turns and looks at him, smiling softly.

He relaxes as he looks at him.

He reaches out and holds his hand.

He smiles and takes his hand.

He hums softly and kisses his knuckles.

He smiles shyly. “I love you.”

"I love you too." He cuddles him.

He holds him close. “Mm, how about a nap? Then when we wake up we can have something to eat.”

"Nap sounds good." He relaxes.

He relaxes, closing his eyes.

He cuddles him, drifting off.

Mycroft soon falls asleep.

"Mm we gotta get up. I have work." Greg mumbles to Sherlock as he turns off his alarm.

Sherlock grumbles, cuddling closer.

"You get to come with me." He smirks, knowing that'll wake Sherlock up.

He perks up. “Yeah?”

"Yup." He smiles.

He hums. “Brilliant.”

"Let's get up. Showered." He kisses him softly.

He kisses him back softly. “Mm, yes, sir.”

He smiles and gets up, leading him to the shower.

Sherlock smiles and follows him.

Greg turn it on and strips.

Sherlock hums softly as he watches Greg, stripping as well.

Greg gets into the shower.

Sherlock follows him in, leaning in to kiss him.

He hums softly and kisses him back.

He smiles and pulls back, grabbing the shampoo.

"Lemme wash your hair."

He blushes. “Oh, alright.”

He smiles softly and takes the shampoo. "Bend down a bit for me, love."

He blushes and bends down so Greg can wash his hair.

"Thank you, gorgeous." He smiles and starts washing his hair.

He blushes and smiles shyly, closing his eyes.

He hums softly, washing Sherlock's hair.

He smiles and relaxes.

He rinses him off carefully.

He stands back up when he’s done.

"Mm you're like a dripping wet Adonis." He licks his lips as he looks him up and down.

He blushes brightly. “I..”

He smiles softly and rubs his hips.

He blushes. “Do we have time for some fun before work?”

"Mm i think so." He hums and kisses his neck.

He hums and tips his head back. “Mm.. fuck me?”

"Here?" He nibbles on his throat.

“Mm, yeah..” He groans softly.

"Stretch yourself for me, baby."

He blushes and bends over, bracing himself against the wall as he starts to stretch himself.

"Gorgeous." He kisses his back, holding his cheeks apart for him.

He whimpers and pushes in two fingers.

"Perfect. Such a good boy."

“All for you, Daddy..” He blushes brightly, thrusting his fingers.

"That's right. All for Daddy." He smirks.

He whimpers and adds a third finger.

"Almost there. So good."

He arches, stretching himself further.

He rubs his sides and kisses his back.

"Please..”

He eases his fingers out of him and pushes into him slowly.

He gasps and arches against the wall.

"Easy. Just breath." He says softly, kissing his neck as he stays still.

He blushes and breathes slowly, nodding when he’s ready.

Greg holds Sherlock's hips and rocks slowly.

Sherlock gasps and rocks back with him. “Ohh.."

"That's right. Just feel. Do what feels good." Greg mumbles softly, pressing kisses over Sherlock's hot skin as they rock slowly together.

He moans breathily as they rock, pressing his head against the wall.

"Perfect. You feel so perfect." He groans.

“Brilliant… absolutely brilliant.” He gasps, pressing his arse back against him, trying to get him deeper.

He presses closer, sinking into Sherlock deeper.

He moans breathily. “God yes..”

He slowly starts to pick up the pace. "Touch yourself."

He whimpers and nods, reaching down to slowly stroke himself. “Yes, sir.”

"Good boy. I want to hear you." He nibbles on his neck, starting to fuck him a bit harder and faster.

He gasps and moans at the change in pace, changing his strokes to match.

He groans, gripping his hips as he thrusts deep.

He whimpers and moans loudly. “Please.. Want it harder.”

He smirks and fucks him harder, just how he wants.

He moans whorishly loud, his cock twitching with need.

He fucks him harder and faster, rubbing his cock.

He cries out as he comes hard into his hand.

He groans and comes hard into him.

He moans as he’s filled. “God yes..”

He holds him close and kisses his neck.

He gasps softly, tipping his head back for him.

"Good boy.." He whispers, kisses along his shoulders as he gently pulls out of him slowly.

He blushes at the praise, humming contently. He can feel the cloud of subspace start to take over his mind.

He washes him gently and lovingly, whispering sweet things to him.

He blushes brighter as Greg washes him and at his words, relaxing under his hands.

Greg rinses him gently, smiling softly.

He hums softly, smiling shyly.

"Let's get dried off, love." He says softly.

He hums and nods, following him out of the shower.

He dries him off and kisses his forehead before drying off himself.

He smiles softly and relaxes.

"Let's get dressed, mm?"

He blushes and nods.

He leads him into the bed room.

He follows him obediently.

Greg gets dressed with Sherlock.

Sherlock smiles softly. “Ready?”

"Yup." Greg smiles, finishing putting on his shoes.

He smiles, reaching for his hand.

He takes his hand and leads him out, smiling.

He smiles as he follows him.

They go to Greg's car and he drives to work.

Sherlock smiles softly as they go, still feeling vulnerable and submissive.

"Do you want to stop for breakfast?" Greg asks.

“Mm, sure.”

Greg parks at a cafe a few blocks from the Yard.

Sherlock smiles as they go inside.

They get a booth.

Sherlock sits across from him as a waitress comes.

Greg orders a breakfast sandwich.

Sherlock orders French toast.

Greg hums softly, smiling at Sherlock.

Sherlock smiles shyly.

"I can't promise work is going to be exciting." He chuckles softly.

“Mm, don’t care. I’ll be with you.”

He blushes and smiles.

He smiles softly.

He reaches for his hand and holds it over the table.

He smiles shyly and squeezes his hand.

He smiles softly and rubs his thumb over his knuckles.

He smiles and relaxes with him. “Thanks for bringing me with you.”

"Thank you for coming." He smiles.

He smiles softly. “Of course..”

He smiles and squeezes his hand gently before letting go as their food comes.

He smiles shyly as he sits up to eat.

He hums happily and eats.

He eats slowly.

"Good?"

He hums and nods.

He smiles, soon finishing eating.

Sherlock eats about half.

"Good job."

He blushes and smiles shyly.

He smiles softly and finishes his coffee, paying the check.

He smiles. “Ready?”

"Yup." He smiles and leads him out.

He smiles and holds his hand as he follows him.

He smiles and takes him to his car, opening the door for him.

He blushes and smiles shyly. “Thank you.”

"You're welcome." He smiles and closes the door when he gets in, going around and getting in himself.

He smiles and leans over to kiss him.

He hums happily and kisses him back.

He smiles and relaxes in his seat.

He hums softly and drives to the yard.

Sherlock bites his lip as they get closer.

"Okay?" He asks softly.

He hesitates and nods. “What if they say something about me?”

"Like what?"

He frowns a bit. “Like that I’m weird..”

"My department all works on murder cases. It takes a kind of weird person to be able to do that. So we're all weird."

He bites his lip but nods.

"I'll be with you the whole time. Don't worry." He squeezes his hand gently as he parks.

He nods, feeling a bit more relaxed.

He smiles softly and kisses him before getting out.

He kisses him back before getting out, waiting for Greg in front of the car.

He locks up the car, going to him.

He hesitantly takes his hand.

He smiles softly and takes him inside.

He stays close to Greg as they walk.

Greg shows him around before leading him to his office.

Sherlock starts to relax, smiling softly as they get to his office.

"I have some cold cases if you wanna have a look." Greg smiles.

Sherlock hums. “Sure.”

Greg smiles and gets them out.

Sherlock sits on his desk as he opens one folder.

Greg smiles, getting on with some paperwork.

Sherlock swings his legs as he reads over the files.

Greg smiles happily as he watches him, getting back to work.

He sets aside the files that he’s finished, getting up to look around his office.

"Greg, gotta call on a body. You coming?" Donovan says from the doorway.

Sherlock turns to look at Greg, obviously intrigued.

"We'll be right behind you." Greg nods. "We?" Donovan frowns and turns, jumping when she sees Sherlock. "Jesus, sorry. Didn't see you."

Sherlock tries to look more masculine, standing up a bit straighter. He just nods, not trusting his voice to stay steady.

"So umm yeah. See you guys there." Donovan nods and leaves.

Sherlock bites his lip, looking to Greg.

"Well I think that went very well." Greg smiles. "You good?"

He blushes and nods. “Yeah, I just.. get nervous around people.”

"Okay." He smiles softly and nods.

He smiles shyly and hesitantly takes his hand. “This okay? I mean.. do they know?”

"Know that we're together?" He rubs his hand.

He bites his lip. “Yeah.. or that you’re.. not straight?”

"Never told anyone I was. If they thought that they'd be assuming. That is not my problem." He shrugs.

“So you don’t.. you don’t care if they know about us?”

"Nope. Don't care at all. I only care what you and I think. Honestly I'd shout it from rooftops and be completely comfortable."

His eyes start to water a bit, never having had a partner that was comfortable enough with him to say something like that.

"Oh woah. Hey. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry." Greg pulls him into a tight hug.

He blushes and smiles softly, holding onto him. “No, I’ve just.. no ones ever been comfortable with me like that.. because I’m.. you know.. trans.”

"Honestly they're all fuckin idiots to pass up a chance of being with someone so amazing and brilliant and handsome as you." He kisses his forehead.

He blushes and a few more tears fall. “Thank you..”

"Thank you." He wipes his tears.

He blushes. “For what?”

"Letting me in."

He smiles shyly. “I.. I trust you..”

"Thank you, love." He smiles and kisses him softly. "Let's go before Donovan gets into a strop." He chuckles.

He smiles shyly against his lips. “Yeah, alright.”

He smiles and leads him out.

He feels a bit better walking with him.

Greg takes him to a car and follows Donovan to the scene.

Sherlock bounces in his seat, excited to be actually invited to a crime scene.

Greg smiles, happy that Sherlock is excited.

“Thank you for inviting me.”

"My pleasure."

He smiles softly.

He soon parks at the scene.

Sherlock gets out with him, following him under the ropes.

"Suit up. It's gruesome." Donovan says as she puts on a suit and booties.

Sherlock doesn’t bother with the suit and booties, making his way into the crime scene.

"He- What. He can't go in there!" Donovan looks to Greg who just shrugs.

Sherlock stops when he gets to the room with the body. “I need everyone to leave.”

"Slow your roll here, mate. You're not even technically supposed to be here." Donovan snaps as she comes up with Greg. "He has government clearance. He can do what he wants." Greg shrugs, making things up but knowing Mycroft would probably back it up if need be for Sherlock.

“Everyone out. Greg can stay. I need to think.” Sherlock orders.

Greg clears everyone out, Donovan grumbling unhappily.

Sherlock starts to take in the details of the room and the body.

"That's a lot of pink.." Greg hums.

“An alarming shade.” He kneels beside the body, inspecting her clothes. “Check the weather within the last three hours for the surrounding areas.”

Greg nods and does as he's told. "Umm rain mostly."

“Where was the most recent rain?”

"Cardiff."

He hums and nods, straightening. “Right. What have they done with her case?”

"Case?" Greg frowns. "What case?"

“Her case. Where is it?”

"There wasn't one. They would have said something when we got here."

“There had to be one. What did she do, eat it?”

Greg shrugs. "Lemme go ask." He goes back downstairs, asking after the case.

Sherlock notices the writing on the ground.

Greg comes back a while later. "No case."

“What about her phone? A business woman would never leave her phone.”

"No. Nothing. Just this."

“I need a full profile on her. And we need to find her case.”

"I'll get them on it." Greg nods and goes back down.

Anderson stands in the doorway. “Rache. German for revenge. Perhaps this was–” He’s cut off as Sherlock shuts the door. “Yes, thank you for your input.”

Greg chuckles as he comes back up. "I love how easy it is for you to piss Anderson off."

“It’d be harder if he was right some of the times.” He hums. “It’s Rachel.”

"Rachel?"

Sherlock thinks for a moment. “She was here for a night. She had a case, brought it from Cardiff. She must’ve been with someone who took the case shortly before she was killed. The murderer must have the case. Find the case and you’ll find your murderer.”

"Sounds like a plan. So now we just have to search all of London for a case. That won't be hard." He sighs.

“Start nearby. He might’ve dumped it.”

He nods and goes to tell them to start searching.

He stops Greg before he leaves, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Thank you.”

"Of course." He smiles and kisses him back, before going.

He smiles softly before following him down.

Greg rounds everyone up, issuing orders and commands clearly before sending everyone out.

Sherlock watches as everyone clears out, earning a few looks from Anderson and Donovan.

"Ready?" Greg asks.

He ignores their looks and nods, taking Greg’s hand.

Greg smiles and kisses his hand.

He blushes and smiles softly.

"Lead the way." He smiles.

He blushes. “Where to?”

"Mm dinner. Then we'll have a look for the case if they don't find anything."

He smiles softly and nods. “I’ll take you somewhere nice. My favorite place.”

"Sounds great." He smiles.

He smiles and gets them a cab.

He gets in after him, holding his hand as they're driven.

He smiles and leans against him.

He smiles and kisses his head.

Sherlock blushes and smiles shyly.

Greg hums happily, his thumb rubbing over his knuckles softly.

The cab soon pulls up in front of Angelo’s.

Greg smiles and follows Sherlock inside.

Angelo greets Sherlock warmly, setting them in a corner booth and putting a candle on their table. “I’ll get you and your date some wine.”

Greg smiles happily. "He's nice."

Sherlock hums and smiles. “He’s an old friend. He’s been there for me through everything.”

"That's good." Greg smiles.

He smiles softly and nods.

He hums and rubs his hand.

He leans in to kiss him softly.

He smiles against his lips and kisses him back.

He relaxes against him.

He hums softly and rubs his back.

He smiles as Angelo brings their wine.

"Thank you, Angelo." Greg smiles and takes a sip, humming happily.

“Sherlock here has been a good friend of mine for a long time. Any friend of his is a friend of mine.”

"Thank you." Greg nods and smiles.

“Can I get you two something to eat?”

"Uhh you know what. Surprise me."

Angelo smiles and nods, going back to make their food.

"It's good." Greg hums as he takes another sip of wine.

He hums. “He has a good selection.”

He nods as his phone vibrates. "Mm they haven't found anything yet."

Sherlock groans. “We’re missing something..” He mumbles, looking out the window.

"So her case and phone is gone so the killer has them. So how would they have them?"

“We know the killer drove his victims, but there were no marks of coercion or violence on the bodies. Each one of them climbed into a stranger’s car voluntarily. The killer was someone they trusted, but not someone they knew. Five completely different people, no friends in common. No one has reported seeing a strange car parked outside an empty house. Not one.”

Greg sighs and rubs his hands over his face. "It's all random."

“There are cars that pass like ghosts, unseen, unremembered. There are people we trust, always, when we’re alone, when we’re lost, when we’re drunk. We never see their faces, but every day we disappear into their cars and let the trap close around us.” He glances out the window and notices a black cab. “I give you the perfect murder weapon of the modern age, the invisible car. The London cab. Angelo, glass of white wine, quickly.”

Angelo quickly comes with a glass of wine.

Sherlock picks up the glass, closes his eyes and throws the wine into his own face. He pats his face dry before reaching for his coat. He looks to Greg. “Watch. Don’t interfere.” He looks up to Angelo. “Angelo, headless nun. If you wouldn’t mind.”

"Of course." Angelo grins and grabs Sherlock by his collar before tossing him outside causing a scene.

Sherlock stumbles over to the stopped cab, pretending to be drunk. He knocks on the window. “Hey!”

"Not in service, mate." The cabbie says.

“Two two one..” He stifles a burp. “…B Baker Street.”

"The light is off. No rides." The cabbie looks at him through the open window.

“Jus’ round the corner! It’s Baker Street!” He looses his balance, bumping against the cab. “Two two one B!”

"There's plenty of other cabs. I'm not on duty and I don't do drunks." The cabbie snaps.

He rolls along the cab until he’s in the back. He grabs his phone and hits a speed dial, smirking a bit when he hears the phone inside the cab start to ring.

The cabbie picks up the phone and answers. "Hello?"

“How did you make them take the poison?” His voice is back to normal now, no longer sounding drunk.

"What? What did you say?"

He moves back to the cab window, grabbing the cabbie by his jacket. “I said, how did you make them take the poison?”

"Oi! Who are you?" The cabbie tries to pull away.

“Sherlock Holmes.”

"Do a lot of drugs, Sherlock Holmes?"

“Not in a while.”

"I ask cause you're very resilient." He smirks.

Sherlock frowns in confusion.

"Most people would've passed out already."

Sherlock looks down to see a needle sticking out of his arm. He cries out, pulling back from the cab, arms flailing to take it out.

"Something's not right." Greg says to Angelo, frowning as he watches the cabbie maneuver Sherlock into the cab.

“It’s okay. All part of the plan.” Angelo reassures Greg. Sherlock groans incoherently, trying to wave his arms towards the restaurant. “Greg!” He slurs, continuing to call his name before falling onto the floor of the cab.

"Look at the state of you!" The cabbie says and closes the door, getting into the cab. "You're friends think you're putting on a good act. That's the thing about people. They're stupid." He chuckles. "Yeah and the plans gone wrong." Greg snaps and gets up, running after the cab.

Sherlock regains consciousness a little while later. He opens his eyes, his vision blurry. He can just about make out the skull on the mantelpiece and the fireplace.

"I 'ope you don't mind. You gave me your address." The cabbie smirks.

Sherlock rolls his head to see the man standing a few feet away.

"You've been out for about ten minutes."

He struggles to his feet but can’t keep his balance, falling forward and grabbing the mantelpiece, grunting as he tries to pull himself up.

"You're strong. I'm impressed."

Sherlock rests his head on his hands as he looks at the skull, leaning on the fireplace.

"Warm yourself up. Made it cozy for ya."

“This is my flat.” He says weakly.

"Course it is, yeah." He takes keys out of his pocket, showing them to Sherlock. "Found your keys in your jacket. I thought, well, why not? People like to die at ’ome."

Sherlock turns and tries to stand up, falling flat on his face.

"Now, now. The drug’s still in your system.."

Sherlock frowns, looking up at him.

He walks over and looks down at him. "You'll be weak as a kitten for another hour."

He bites his lip, trying to get up again.

"I could do anything I wanted to you right now, Mr ’olmes."

His eyes widen and he whimpers, trying to squirm away.

"Anything at all." He pick Sherlock up and sits him at the table. "But don’t worry. I’m only gonna kill ye."

Sherlock manages to turn to the door and vaguely reach for it, hoping there was someone else in the house.

"The whole ’ouse is empty. Even your landlady’s away, so there’s no point in raising your voice. We’re all locked in, nice and snug."

Sherlock turns his head weakly toward the cabbie. “Still, bit of a risk, isn’t it? Here?”

"You call that risk?" He reaches into both of his trouser pockets and takes out a small brown bottle from each of them. "This is risk."

Sherlock looks at him blankly as the cabbie puts the bottles onto the table.

"You wanted to know how I made ’em take the poison." He looks down at the capsules and chuckles as her looks across to Sherlock. "You’re gonna love this!"

“How?” Sherlock sighs tiredly.

"Take a moment."

“What for?”

"Get yourself together. I want your best game."

“My.. my best what?”

"I know who you are, Mr ’olmes."

Sherlock leans forward, resting his head on the table.

"The moment you said your name. I knew. Sherlock ’olmes."

Sherlock hears him wandering around the living room, too exhausted to move.

"I’ve been on your website lots of times. You're brilliant."

Tiredly, he lifts his head to look at him.

"You are. Proper genius."

Sherlock’s head slumps down onto the table again.

"“The Science of Deduction.” Now that is proper thinking. Between you and me, why can’t people think?"

“Oh, I see. You’re a proper genius too.” He mumbles, slurred, still not lifting his head.

"I don't look like it, do I? Odd little man, drives a cab. You’ll know better soon. It’ll be the last thing you ever know."

He finally lifts his head, glaring at the man. “Who are you?”

"No one. Well for now."

Sherlock tiredly leans back in his seat, blowing out a hard breath as he tries to concentrate. He points at the capsules on the table. “Two pills.”

"There’s a good pill and a bad pill. You take the good pill, you live; take the bad pill, you die."

“And you know which is which.”

"Obviously."

“But I don’t.”

"Not a game if you knew. You pick."

“It’s not a game. It’s chance.”

"I’ve played five times. I’m alive. It’s not chance, Mr ’olmes, it’s chess. It’s a game of chess, with one move, and one survivor. And this ... this is the move." He slides the right-hand pill across the table towards Sherlock.
"Did I just give you the good pill or the bad pill? You can choose either one."

Sherlock looks at him for a while. “That’s what you did, to all of them. You gave them a choice.”

"As serial killers go, I’m verging on nice! Anyway, time’s up. Choose."

“And then?”

"And then, together, we take our medicine. Let's play."

He leans forward a little. “Play what? It’s a fifty-fifty chance.”

"It's not the numbers. You’re playin’ me. Did I just give you the good pill or the bad pill?"

Sherlock blinks slowly, his mind still foggy.

"Is it a bluff? Or a double-bluff? Or a triple-bluff?"

He shakes his head, trying to clear it. “It’s still chance.”

"It's not chance with five people in a row."

“It’s luck.”

"It genius. I know how people think."

He looks away, feeling exasperated.

"All these people. So stupid. Even you."

Sherlock’s gaze sharpens a little as he looks back at the man. He can’t hold his gaze for long, however, and he looks away again.

"Then again. Maybe god loves me."

He holds his head up in his hands, looking at him. “Either way, you’re wasted as a cabbie.” He drops his hand, able to hold his head up by himself. “How did you choose which ones?”

"Anyone who didn’t know where they were going, ’cause they were drunk or lost or new in town." He chuckles.
"Anyone I could walk through the wrong door."

Sherlock frowns. “You risked your life five times just to kill strangers.”

The cabbie shrugs.

He pauses, realizing the truth. “You’re dying, aren’t you?”

"So are you."

“You don’t have long, though. Am I right?”

"Aneurism."

Sherlock smiles in satisfaction.

"Any breath could be my last. It’s your only ’ope, Mr ’olmes. Bet on the aneurism."

“I’m not a betting man.”

"Think I'm bitter, do ya?"

“Well you have just murdered five people.” He says sarcastically.

"I've out lived five people." He smirks.

Sherlock notices police lights outside the window, glancing to them before looking back at the cabbie. “What if I don’t take either?”

"Then I choose for you, and I force it down your throat. Right now there’s nothing you could do to stop me."

He frowns, knowing he’s too weak to fend him off. He glances to the phone as it starts to ring.

"Funnily enough, no-one’s ever gone for that option. And I don’t think you will either."

“Especially as that’s the police.”

"I know." He turns his head to glance over his shoulder at the flashing lights reflecting on the window pane. "I’m not blind."

Sherlock smiles thoughtfully. “I underestimated him. Good old Detective Lestrade.”

"You make the slightest move towards that phone, I’ll kill you."

He slowly stands, looking to the cabbie and smiling. “Oh, I don’t think so. Not your kind of murder.”

"Wanna risk it?"

The phone stops ringing and goes to voicemail. Sherlock hesitates, looking at the pills thoughtfully.

"Which one do you think? Which one’s the good pill?"

Sherlock blinks and tries to look away, too tempted by the challenge.

"Come on. I know you’ve got a theory."

He hesitates, looking at the pills for a short while. He reaches out and points to the pill on the cabbie’s left, the one he hadn’t pushed across the table towards him.

"Interesting."

Sherlock slowly sinks back into his chair as the cabbie picks up the pill.

"Shall we?"

He lowers his gaze as he picks up the pill in front of him, propping up on his elbow and holding the pill by his mouth.

"I bet you get bored, don’t you? A man like you, so clever. I’ll bet you’re not bored now."

His gaze drops to the pill in his hand, his breathing picking up in anticipation.

"This ... this right now – this is what you live for, innit, not being bored?"

Sherlock continues to breathe heavily, his gaze locked on the pill. Slowly he begins to move the pill closer to his mouth.

The Cabbie slumps forward as a gunshot rings out, exiting his chest before the bullet hits the wall behind Sherlock.

Sherlock drops his pill and scrambles to his feet in shock, staring at the dead man before hurrying over to the window. He scans the buildings opposite, noticing one room that is lit with the window slightly open.

"Did anyone see it? Where did it come from? Who is firing? Who is firing?" Greg says out of breath on the street as the police cars come.

Sherlock soon finds himself down on the street, a blanket around his shoulders. “Why have I got this blanket?”

"It's for shock." Greg rubs Sherlock's back.

“I’m not in shock.” He mumbles as he leans into Greg’s touch, hesitating before continuing. “But thank you..”

"Mmhmm.." Ge hums and holds him close.

“Where’d you put it?”

"Put what?"

“Don’t. Just don’t. What did you do with the gun?”

"John came and got it off me. Apparently Mycroft figured out exactly what was going to happen. He was mad as hell his and John’s holiday got cut short when he got wind of a serial killer.”

“Of course he did.. Are you alright?”

"Yeah course im alright."

“You did just kill a man.”

"He was going to kill you. No way in hell I'd let that happen."

“Quite right.” He mumbles quietly.

"Let me take you home and get you cleaned up." Greg kisses his forehead.

He blushes. “Dinner first?”

"Mm starving." He smiles softly.

“There’s a good Chinese at the end of the road, stays open ’til two. You can always tell a good Chinese by examining the bottom third of the door handle.”

"Really?" He stifles a giggle.

Sherlock smiles and takes his hand. “Mm, no. But I got you, didn’t I?”

Greg starts to laugh and claps his hand over his mouth. "You cannot make me giggle at a crime scene." He tries really hard to be stern but he knows Sherlock's not buying it for a second.

He grins, seeing right through Greg’s facade.

He pulls Sherlock close and kisses him deeply. "I'm so relived you're okay.." He whispers against his lips.

He blushes as he kisses him back. “I.. Of course I’m okay.”

He just nods.

“Thank you..” He smiles softly.

"Anything for you, love." He nuzzles him.

“Let’s go, hm?”

"Sure."

He smiles and leads him to the restaurant.

He walks with him hand in hand.

He smiles softly as they sit in the restaurant.

He runs his thumb over his knuckles.

He smiles shyly and leans against him.

He smiles softly and kisses his head.

He looks up for a kiss.

He leans in and kisses him lovingly.

He smiles and kisses him back softly.

He hums softly and nuzzles him affectionately.

He smiles, nuzzling him back.

He kisses him again, happy to have him back in his arms.

“I love you..”

"I love you, too.."

He smiles and kisses him again.

He kisses him back, holding him close.

He relaxes against him.

He rubs his back as their food comes.

Sherlock sits up to eat.

Greg smiles and kisses his cheek.

He smiles shyly.

He chuckles softly and starts to eat.

He starts to eat as well.

"Mm it's good.." He mumbles as he eats.

“I do love this place.”

He hums and nods, eating happily.

Sherlock smiles as he eats, nearly starving from not eating.

Greg watches Sherlock subtly.

He eats much more eagerly than usual.

He smiles softly, happy Sherlock is eating.

He finishes nearly all of his food before sitting back.

"Impressive." He smiles.

He blushes and smiles shyly.

He smiles and kisses his cheek.

He smiles and turns to kiss him.

He kisses him back, humming happily.

He smiles into the kiss.

He hums smiles and peppers him with kisses.

He hums and giggles softly.

He smiles softly and nuzzles him. "How about we go back to mine and have a bath?"

He blushes and smiles. “That sounds lovely.”

"Good." He smiles and pays the check.

He gets up with Greg, following him out.

Greg gets them a cab and they go to his place.

Sherlock follows Greg into his flat, holding his hand.

Greg kisses him softly and leads him to the bathroom. He lets go of his hand to run the bath.

He smiles as he kisses him back softly, following him to the bathroom.

He pours in some bath salts and bubbles before stripping.

Sherlock blushes as he strips himself, suddenly feeling very self conscious.

Greg turns and looks at Sherlock. "God, look at you." He nearly whines and drops to his knees in front of Sherlock, his forehead presses to Sherlock's hip.

He blushes brighter. “I’m glad you don’t mind..”

"Mind? You're so handsome half the time I get so tongue tied I don't even know what to say to you." He mumbles and kisses his hips.

He smiles shyly. “Most men don’t like that I’m not.. equipped down there..”

"I love you. No matter what you've got or what you don't. I just want you however you'll let me have you." He nuzzles his thighs.

He blushes and feels himself start to tear up. “I love you so much..”

"Oh, baby." He stands and pulls him into his arms. "I love you. I love you so much."

He smiles and holds onto him. “So much..”

He smiles softly and kisses him gently. "Mm you know if you ever did ever want to fuck me I’d be down for it."

He blushes as he kisses him back. “How?”

"I may have a collection of toys you haven't seen yet." He kisses down his jaw.

He mewls softly. “Mm, we can look at them after our bath.”

"Sounds perfect." He kisses him.

He kisses him back happily.

He smiles softly and gets into the bath.

Sherlock gets into the bath after him, relaxing between his legs.

Greg hums and relaxes.

Sherlock closes his eyes, resting his head on Greg’s chest.

Greg kisses Sherlock's head softly.

He smiles and relaxes.

His eyes close as he relaxes with Sherlock.

Sherlock closes his eyes as well.

Greg sighs softly, letting the warm bath help with the tension he was carrying watching Sherlock play chicken with a lunatic.

Sherlock takes his hand, rubbing it softly.

Greg kisses his head softly.

He smiles as he relaxes.

He smiles softly and hums.

“Thank you for saving me..” Sherlock mumbles softly after a bit.

"Not saving you wasn't an option." Greg nuzzles him.

He blushes and smiles shyly.

He kisses his cheek.

He turns to kiss him.

He hums and kisses him back.

He hums. “I love you..” He mumbles against his lips.

"I love you, too.." He deepens the kiss.

He gasps softly and moans, pressing closer.

He holds hums close, kissing down his neck.

He moans breathily, tipping his head back.

He sucks and nibbles teasingly.

He gasps softly. “Oh god..”

"Mm?" He smirks.

He blushes and whimpers. “Greg..”

"What, love?"

He blushes brighter. “More..”

"More? What do you need more of?"

He whines. “G-Greg, just.. please..”

Greg kisses him and takes him out of the bath, drying him off.

He blushes and kisses him back.

He smiles and scoops him up, carrying him to bed.

He holds onto him, squirming a bit in excitement.

He sits him on the bed and opens the trunk at the end of his bed. "Have a look." He shows him his toy collection.

Sherlock blushes. “You.. have a lot.”

"I've been collecting for a few years." Greg shrugs.

“Do you have any that would also give me pleasure?”

"There's a strap on that also has a vibrator for you."

He blushes and nods. “Alright.”

"I want you to pick what size dildo you're going to fuck me with."

He blushes brighter. “Can you take any size?”

"Mmhmm. Any of these here. We can go to the shop sometime and pick one that's more your personality." He kisses his neck. "Pick your cock and fuck me, baby."

He blushes and whimpers softly, picking a cock.

"Very nice." He nuzzles him.

He blushes and nuzzles him back.

"Pick a harness. There's one that has a vibrating butt plug and another one with a vibrating butt plug with a vibrating clit massager."

He blushes. “I want the second one..”

"Okay. I want you to stretch your perfect arse while I get this set up." He kisses him.

He kisses him back. “Yes, sir.”

"Good boy." He smiles and nuzzles him, handing him the lube before pulling back a bit.

He takes the lube and climbs onto the bed, starting to stretch himself.

"You're so handsome. I can't even tell you how good you look." He groans as he watches him.

He blushes and raises his arse up to make it easier to stretch himself. “Tell me..”

"So good. So deliciously good. You make my mouth water just looking at you. You make me so hard watching you stretch yourself. You're so fucking gorgeous." He mumbles and kisses the back of his thighs.

He whimpers and moans breathily as he pushes in a third finger.

"There you go. Almost done. So good."

He mewls as he stretches himself further.

"Ready?" He kisses his back.

He blushes and nods. “Yes, sir.”

He eases his fingers out of him and helps him get the harness on, setting up the plug and massager.

He blushes brighter and mewls as he’s filled.

"Watch." Greg smirks and strokes the dildo slowly, knowing it'll start a light vibration.

His eyes widen and he gasps. “O-Oh my god..”

He kisses him softly and lays him back, kissing down his body. He looks up at him as he licks up the dildo before taking it into his mouth, sucking gently.

He moans and arches as he feels the vibrations. “Oh my god, this is amazing..”

He moans around him, knowing the humming will be more vibrations.

He whimpers and rocks his hips. “Oh, Greg..”

He rubs his hips, letting him thrust into his mouth.

He moans as he fucks his face slowly.

Greg rolls over so Sherlock is on top, giving him better control of what he wants.

Sherlock groans as he rocks into his mouth. “Greg..”

Greg moans around him and rubs his thighs.

He whimpers and blushes. “Let me fuck you.”

He nods and pulls his fingers out of himself, having stretched himself while he sucked Sherlock .

He blushes brighter as he realizes this, whining a bit when the vibrations stop.

"Mm the harder and faster you fuck me the more intense the vibrations will be." Greg kisses along the cock teasingly.

He gasps and whimpers at each burst of vibration from his kisses. “Christ.. yes..”

"How do you want me, love?" He nuzzles the cock.

He blushes. “Hands and knees, sir.” He still feels submissive, despite the fact that he’s topping.

He nods and kisses him deeply before moving how Sherlock wants him.

He slowly pushes into him, gasping at the vibrations he feels.

Greg gasps and moans, dropping down to his elbows giving Sherlock a better angel.

He moans as he stills, the vibrations very low and slow as he stills.

"Sherlock.." He mumbles.

He nods and slowly starts to thrust.

"Oh yes." He rocks with him.

Sherlock moans as he slowly increases the speed of his thrusts, gasping as the vibrations increase as well.

Greg groans and angels his hips so he can go deeper.

He moans as he pushes in deeper, starting to thrust harder.

"Yes!" He moans loudly as Sherlock rubs his prostate.

He moans and thrusts harder, rubbing his prostate. The vibrations get more and more intense, making him whimper as he gets close to coming.

"Oh yeah, baby. Fuck me." He groans and arches, cock leaks continuously as every run to his prostate pushing him closer to coming.

Sherlock moans and starts to fuck him harder, but not as deep so he can make this last longer.

"Fuck. Oh fuck me. You feel so good." Greg moans, rocking with Sherlock. "How does it feel to fuck me?"

He moans loudly and groans. “So good.. feels brilliant, I can feel each thrust because of the vibrations. It’s amazing.”

"Mm I'll have to let you fuck me more often. Of course your brilliant at it." He mumbles the last part mostly to himself as he presses his face to the pillow.

He moans breathily as he starts to push in deeper again, still fucking him hard.

Greg's loud moan is muffled by the pillow, pushing back for more.

Sherlock grips his hips as he now pounds into him, so close to coming.

"Come. Please come." Greg begs, ready to come.

Sherlock cries out as he comes hard, his body shaking from the intensity of his orgasms.

Greg moans loudly as he comes, making a mess under himself.

Sherlock whimpers and has to pull out to make the vibrations stop.

Greg groans as he pulls out. "Button on the side to make it stop immediately."

Sherlock presses the button with a shaking hand.

Greg rolls over as the vibrating stops immediately.

Sherlock collapses on the bed, still shaking a bit.

Greg takes the harness off him gently and kisses all over his body.

He blushes and mewls softly.

"So handsome."

He blushes brightly. “Mm..”

"How do you feel?" He nuzzles him.

“Brilliant.. and exhausted.”

"Good." He chuckles softly.

He relaxes against him.

He cuddles him close.

He curls up against him.

He rubs his back and kisses his forehead.

“Mm.. I love you..”

"I love you.."

He smiles and relaxes against him.

He peppers his face with kisses.

He blushes and smiles happily.

He hums softly and nuzzles him.

He nuzzles him back softly, closing his eyes.

"Sleep.." He mumbles softly.

He nods and hums, quickly falling asleep.

He holds him close as they sleep.

Chapter Text

Mycroft hums and pulls John closer.

John cuddle closer.

Mycroft smiles and relaxes against him.

John hums softly and peeks up at him.

He leans down to kiss his nose.

He blushes and smiles.

Mycroft hums softly. “Morning..”

"Morning, love.." John stretches.

Mycroft smiles and yawns.

"Sleep okay?"

“Mm. ‘Course I did, you’re here.”

He blushes and kisses him deeply.

He smiles as he kisses him back.

He presses closer and nuzzles him.

He smiles and hums, nuzzling him back.

He smiles softly and cuddles him.

He holds him close. “Mm.. I love you.”

"I love you, too.." He presses kisses to his chest.

He smiles and kisses his head.

He looks up for more kisses.

He smiles and leans in, kissing him deeply.

He moans softly and kisses him back.

He moans breathily, pulling him close.

He whimpers softly and presses closer, starting to submit.

“Ride me.” Mycroft mumbles into the kiss, nipping his lips.

John whimpers and nods, getting the lube to stretch himself.

Mycroft strokes himself slowly as he watches John.

John gets in his hands and knees to stretch himself, putting on a show for Mycroft.

“Mm, good boy..”

He blushes and mewls, rocking on two fingers.

He smirks. “Such a good boy.. looks so beautiful..”

He blushes brighter and moans as he adds a third finger.

“Almost there, love.”

"Myc.." He whimpers needy.

“Alright, love.. come ride me.”

He blushes and eases his fingers out before crawling over to Mycroft. He kisses him needy before kisses down his body, he looks up at him as he licks the leaking tip of his cock.

Mycroft groans and arches, pushing his cock against his mouth. “Come on, John..”

John takes Mycroft's cock into his mouth and and bobs his head slowly.

He moans softly and grips John’s head.

He moans around him.

He groans and rocks his hips. “Please.”

He slowly pulls off his cock and straddles him.

He groans and eases him down into his cock.

He moans and arches, leaning in to kiss him.

He kisses him back deeply. “So good..”

He blushes and mewls, rocking his hips slowly.

He rocks with him. “Such a good boy..”

He whimpers and presses his face to his neck as he starts to ride him.

He holds him close, kissing and nipping at his neck.

He moans and submits, riding him faster.

He groans and arches. “Such a good boy..”

He kisses him needy and angels his hips.

“So me just how much you want my cock..”

He mewls and rides him harder.

Mycroft holds onto John’s hips as he rides him. “Good boy..”

John blushes and groans as Mycroft rubs his prostate. "Yours. Your good boy."

“That’s right..” He rocks his hips with John.

He holds onto his shoulders as he rides him, thighs trembling.

“Come for me, love.”

He moans loudly and comes hard on command.

Mycroft moans loudly and holds him down as he comes hard into him.

John mewls as he's filled.

He groans and holds him close.

He kisses him deeply, holding onto him.

He kisses him back deeply. “Such a good boy..”

He blushes and presses his face to his neck.

He rubs his hips softly. “I love you.”

"I love you, too.." He nuzzles him.

He nuzzles him back softly, laying on the bed with him.

He cuddles against him.

He smiles and holds him close.

He smiles softly and nuzzles him.

He hums. “Mm, nap before lunch?”

"Mmhmm.." He snuggles into him.

Mycroft smiles and holds him close, closing his eyes.

John's eyes slip closed as he falls asleep against Mycroft.

Mycroft hums as he falls asleep as well.

Greg grumbles as his alarm goes off.

Sherlock groans and pulls the blanket over his head.

Greg turns off his alarm and cuddles back into Sherlock.

Sherlock sighs contently and curls up against Greg again.

Greg kisses his head softly and holds him close.

Sherlock hums quietly and relaxes against him.

"I have work.." Greg mumbles.

“This early?” Sherlock grumbles against Greg’s chest.

"Graveyard shift.." Greg kisses his head.

He frowns. “Stay..”

"I gotta, baby.." He peppers him with kisses.

He mumbles. “Fine.. when will you be home?”

"In time to make your breakfast."

“Mm, I’ll hold you to it.”

"Mmhmm.." He kisses him. "If something interesting comes in I'll call you.." He mumbles against his lips.

He hums and kisses him back. “Mm, deal.”

He smiles softly and nuzzles him before getting up.

He mumbles and curls back up.

Greg gets dressed and kisses Sherlock's head before leaving.

Sherlock slowly falls back asleep, cuddling against Greg’s pillow.

Greg goes to work.

Sherlock sleeps until morning.

Greg smiles softly as he hears Sherlock get up, in the middle of making pancakes after getting home from work.

Sherlock pulls on his robe and walks out into the kitchen. “Mm, welcome home.”

"Morning." Greg smiles.

He goes to kiss him.

He hums happily and kisses him back.

“Mm, how was work?”

"Boring. Mostly paperwork."

“You could’ve done that here.” He frowns.

"Graveyard shifts gotta be done in office."

“That’s stupid.”

"I know."

He pouts a bit. “’S not fair.”

"I know." He kisses his pout. "How about I make it up to you and take you away for the weekend, mm?"

He blushes. “Really?”

"Really. Just a little holiday. A weekend get away. Me and you." He smiles.

He smiles happily, hugging him.

"I'll take that as a yes?" He hugs hums back, smiling.

He smiles and nods, leaning in to kiss him. “Of course.”

"Good." He smiles and kisses him back happily.

He smiles happily.

He nuzzles him before pulling back to plate the pancakes.

He smiles. “Mm, pancakes.”

"Mmhmm." He smiles and puts the plate on the table with syrup.

He smiles and sits at the table.

He sits with him and starts to eat.

He smiles as he starts to eat.

He passes him the syrup, knowing he likes it just as much if not more than the pancakes.

He smiles and starts to practically drown his pancakes in syrup.

Greg chuckles softly and passes the butter as well.

“Mm, no, this is good.”

"Okay." He smiles, humming happily as he eats.

He smiles as he eats.

He soon finishes, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Can I have some tea?”

"Sure can." He nods and pours him a cup.

He smiles happily. “Thank you.”

"Yup." He smiles and kisses his head.

He blushes and looks up for a kiss.

He leans in and kisses him.

He smiles and kisses him back happily.

He smiles against his lips and deepens the kiss.

He gasps and opens his mouth.

He holds him close and sucks on his tongue slowly.

He mewls and starts to submit to him.

He scoops him up and sits him on the table as they kiss.

He whimpers and pulls him closer.

He holds him close and kisses down his neck.

He bares his neck for Greg. “God..”

Greg nibbles and sucks greedily. "Mm I love your neck.. So sexy.."

He blushes and whimpers softly. “Oh lord..”

He smirks and kisses him. "Lay back."

He blushes and nods, laying back on the table.

He kisses down his body and pushes his shirt up. He takes the syrup and drizzles a bit onto his belly before licking it up. "Mm you make it even sweeter.." He mumbles as he licks.

He gasps and moans, arching at the feel of his tongue.

He hums as he continues to lick droplets of syrup.

He whimpers, blushing as he can feel himself getting wet in his pants.

"Sounds like someone's getting excited." He mumbles and smirks as he kisses his hips.

He whimpers and mewls. “Yes, sir..”

"Mm let me take you to bed." He hums as he sucks a light mark into his hip bone.

He blushes. “Please..”

He scoops him up and carries him to bed.

He holds onto him.

He kisses him softly and lays him out in bed.

He blushes and mewls against him.

"Can I strip you?"

He blushes and nods.

He kisses him softly and slowly strips him.

He kisses him back, mewling breathily.

"You're so perfect. Just look at you." He licks his lips as he looks him over.

He blushes brightly and whimpers softly.

He runs his fingertips over his skin.

He gasps breathily, arching into his touch.

"Mm have I kissed every inch of you yet?"

He blushes. “D-Don’t know, sir.”

"Really? I guess I'm just going to have to fix it now." He smirks.

He whimpers and blushes brighter.

He takes his hand and kisses each of his fingertips.

He smiles shyly. “Sir..”

"Mm?" He hums and kisses his palm then his wrist.

He blushes. “Please..”

He kisses down his forearm to his elbow. "Please what?" He kisses up his arm to his shoulder.

He whimpers. “No more teasing..”

He kisses over his collarbone. "No more teasing? Alright." He kisses down his chest and stomach.

He blushes and whimpers.

"Can I suck you off, baby?" He mumbles as he kisses his hips.

He mewls. “Yes, sir.”

He spreads his legs gently and puts them over his shoulders, kissing his thighs.

He blushes as he lifts his head to watch him.

"Put a pillow behind your head so you don't strain yourself, gorgeous."

He blushes brighter, doing as told.

"Good boy." He praises, teasing him slowly with his tongue.

Sherlock mewls and arches, rocking his hips a bit.

Greg takes long slow swipes of his tongue, hands reaching down to squeeze Sherlock's arse.

He pushes his arse into Greg’s hands, moaning shakily.

"Mm if you hand me the lube I'll stretch your perfect arse." He mumbles and rolls his tongue over his clit.

He gasps and grabs the lube, pushing it down to Greg.

He chuckles softly and takes the lube, soon easing a slick finger into Sherlock's arse.

Sherlock lets his head fall back onto the pillow with a moan.

Greg slowly rocks his finger as he sucks his clit teasingly.

“Oh Christ.. so good..”

He slowly works another finger into him, fucking him teasingly with his tongue.

He moans breathily and arches.

He rocks his fingers and tongue at the same time.

He moans louder, clenching around him a bit. “Please..”

He groans as he listens to him and works faster.

He gasps and stills, moaning loudly as he comes hard suddenly.

He gently licks him clean before easing his fingers out.

He blushes and whimpers. “Please..”

"Need more?" He kisses up his body, pausing for a moment to flick his tongue of his nipple before continuing onto his neck.

He mewls and arches. “Fuck me.. please..”

He kisses him and wraps his legs around him, easing into him.

He gasps into the kiss, holding onto him.

He kisses his neck as he slowly rocks his hips.

He bares his neck for Greg, moaning loudly.

"God, listen to you." He groans and sucks marks into his neck.

He whimpers and rocks his hips. “Please, Sir..”

He holds his hips and starts to pick up the pace.

Sherlock gasps and arches his back. “Yes..”

Greg groans and fucks him harder.

Sherlock cries out as he comes hard.

He moans and comes hard into him.

He gasps as Greg fills him.

"Fuck.." He groans.

He gasps and mewls breathily. “Christ..”

He holds him and kisses him.

He smiles and kisses him back softly.

He nuzzles him affectionately.

“I love you..”

“I love you, too..”

He smiles and kisses him softly.

He hums against his lips and kisses him back.

He relaxes and closes his eyes.

He cuddles him.

He smiles and hums softly.

He nuzzles him and smiles.

“Mm, nap..”

"Yeah.."

He smiles and quickly falls asleep.

He holds him close and sleeps.

Mycroft presses against John as he wakes.

John mumbles softly and cuddles him.

He pulls him closer, nuzzling against him.

He cuddles him, still sleeping.

Mycroft smiles softly against him, used to waking up before him.

"Love.." John mumbles softly.

He smiles and kisses his head. “Love..”

He hums softly and tilts his head up for a kiss, eyes still closed.

He smiles and kisses him back softly. “Morning, Doctor.”

He smiles against his lips and deepens the kiss.

He opens his mouth for John, pressing closer.

He wraps his arms and legs around him as they kiss.

He groans softly. “Christ, John..”

"Mm?" He smirks.

“Please..” He blushes and whimpers.

"Please?" He hums and kisses down his neck.

He blushes and whimpers, his cock twitching eagerly. He bites his lip, refusing to beg.

John smirks and flicks his tongue over Mycroft's nipple.

He gasps and moans breathily. “Oh Christ..”

He smirks and nibbles teasingly.

He whimpers. “Sir..”

"Mm?"

He blushes. “Need more.. please..”

"What do you need?"

“You.. Please.. Just need more.”

"What do you want? My mouth? My cock?"

He blushes and whimpers a bit. “Y-Your cock..”

"Want me to fuck you, baby?"

“Yes, sir, please..”

"Stretch yourself for me."

He blushes and mewls, getting onto his hands and knees and starting to stretch himself.

"That's a good boy."

He blushes and whimpers. “Your good boy, Daddy..”

"That's right. My good boy." He kisses him softly.

He whimpers and kisses him back, rocking back against his fingers.

"Gorgeous. So gorgeous."

He mewls and adds another finger.

"Look at you. So fucking perfect."

He moans as he rubs against his prostate, his cock leaking eagerly. “Please..”

"Just a bit more, love."

He blushes at the praise and arches. “Please, please..” He begs.

"One more finger." He kisses his neck.

He whimpers and adds another finger.

He rubs his sides and kisses him deeply.

He kisses him back desperately.

He smirks and slicks his cock.

He whimpers and takes his fingers out, raising his arse as he presses his face into the bed. “Please..”

"Good boy." He praises and pushes into him.

He gasps and arches, pressing back against him. “Your good boy..”

"That right. Mine." He rocks into him slowly.

He moans breathily, rocking with him.

He kisses his neck and back.

He whimpers. “Please.. more.”

He holds his hips, starting to move faster.

“God yes, fuck me!”

He growls and fucks him harder.

Mycroft cries out and comes hard as John hits his prostate.

John groans and comes hard into him.

Mycroft gasps and moans breathily.

He kisses his neck and back.

He blushes and whimpers softly.

He sucks and nibbles teasingly.

He gasps. “John..”

"Mm? Yes, love?"

He blushes and whimpers, baring his neck for him.

He smirks and leans in, kissing and sucking on his pulse points knowing how much Mycroft loves it.

He gasps and moans breathily. “Oh yes..”

He nibbles lightly, knowing Mycroft gets embarrassed when other people can see he's been marked.

He licks his lips and hums. “Mm..”

"Tell me what you're thinking.." He mumbles as he continues.

“How much I love your lips..”

He blushes a bit and smirks, kisses his neck teasingly.

“That I’m yours..”

"Mmhmm. All mine."

He blushes and mewls.

He smirks and rocks his hips slowly.

He gasps and moans breathily.

He smirks and kisses his back.

He blushes and arches. “Oh..”

"Need more?"

He bites his lip and nods.

"More of this?" He circles his hips slowly. "Or this?" He mumbles and sucks on his neck slowly.

He lets his eyes slowly close. “God, both.. please..”

"That's what I thought." He smirks and rocks into him slowly as he continues.

He gasps and arches, pulling him down closer.

He presses closer and kisses him deeply.

Mycroft moans and kisses him back deeply.

John angles his hips and rubs his prostate with every thrust.

Mycroft’s moans grow louder, rocking back against him.

"Mm love those sounds." John groans, rocking deeper.

“Feels so good..”

He wraps his hand around his throat and pulls him back, making the both kneel on the bed as he fucks him.

Mycroft gasps as he feels his air starting to cut off, his cock throbbing with each thrust.

John smirks and tightens his grip on his throat as he fucks him harder.

He gasps and moans breathily, submitting fully to John.

"That's right, baby. Come for me."

Mycroft cries out as he comes hard, his body shaking.

John groans and comes hard into him.

Mycroft whimpers and mewls.

He kisses his back and pulls out of him gently.

He mewls softly. “Love you..”

"I love you, too." He nuzzles him.

He nuzzles him gently.

He cuddles him.

He relaxes against him.

He kisses along his shoulders gently.

He blushes and hums quietly.

"You are gorgeous."

He blushes. “Oh..”

"So absolutely perfect."

He hides his face in John’s chest.

He kisses his head softly and holds him close.

He relaxes against him.

He smiles softly, running his fingers through his hair.

“Can I nap?”

"Of course, love."

He smiles and closes his eyes, soon drifting off to sleep against him.

He watches him sleep, holding him close.

He holds onto him as he sleeps.

He slowly falls asleep.

Sherlock mumbles as he wakes.

Greg runs his fingers through Sherlock's hair.

He smiles softly and looks up at him.

"Morning, gorgeous.." He smiles adoringly.

He blushes and leans up to kiss him. “Morning..”

He hums softly and kisses him back. "Mm my favorite.."

He blushes brighter. “Yeah?”

"Yeah. Your morning kisses are my favorite. Well all your kisses are my favorite because they're yours. But morning ones are extra soft and sweet and sleepy." He blushes.

He smiles shyly and leans in to kiss him again. “I love you.”

"I love you, too." He smiles and deepens the kiss.

He blushes and opens his mouth for Greg.

He pulls him closer and teases his mouth with his tongue.

He whimpers and arches a bit against him. “God..”

He kisses down his jaw and neck.

He arches, mewling. “Greg..”

"Mm?" He hums as he kisses his throat.

“Please..”

He smirks and kisses down his body.

He rocks his hips. “Oh yes..”

He kisses his hips and spreads his legs.

“Will you fuck me?”

"Anything for you. Anything."

He blushes and mewls. “Please..”

He reaches for the lube and slicks his fingers.

He whimpers and spreads his legs.

He eases a finger into him.

He moans and arches. “Oh yes..”

He smirks and slowly kisses up his thigh as he rocks his finger slowly.

He mewls and moans, rocking back.

He adds another finger and licks teasingly.

He gasps and arches. “Daddy..”

He rocks his fingers slowly as he teases his clit with his tongue.

He rocks back with him, mewling.

He moans around him as he sucks his clit, working his fingers faster.

“Please, please..”

He adds a third finger, swirling his tongue.

He arches. “God, fuck me, please!”

Greg growls softly as he hears Sherlock beg like that and pulls out his fingers.

Sherlock whimpers and moves onto his hands and knees, raising his arse for him.

"Good boy." Greg smirks and pushes into him.

Sherlock moans loudly. “God yes, Daddy!”

Greg groans and kisses him deeply, rocking his hips slowly.

“Always so big.. makes me so full, Sir.” He gasps against his lips.

"Such a little size queen aren't you?" He smirks, fucking him harder.

He whimpers at his comment and nods desperately, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Yes, Sir!”

"Such a good little slut for me." He groans, gripping his hips as he pounds into him.

His moans grow louder. “Your slut, Daddy! All yours!”

"That's right. All fucking mine." He growls, knowing the rougher he is the more it turns Sherlock on.

Sherlock’s thighs tremble as he gets close to coming. “Please, Daddy. Please let me come!”

"Come. Come for Daddy."

Sherlock nearly screams as he comes hard.

Greg groans and comes hard into him.

Sherlock gasps and moans breathily as he feels Greg fill him

Greg kisses over his shoulders and back.

He blushes and mewls.

He pulls out of him gently.

He moves to curl up against Greg.

He holds him close and kisses him softly.

He hums softly against his lips.

He cuddles him.

“Mm.. love you.”

He smiles and kisses his head.

He relaxes against him.

"I love you, too.. So much."

He blushes and smiles softly.

He nuzzles him and cuddles him close. "Have you thought about where you wanna go? For our weekend away?"

He blushes. “I don’t know..”

"How about a resort? A little getaway."

He smiles. “That sounds nice..”

"Okay good." He smiles softly.

He smiles and yawns. “We just woke up and I’m already exhausted..”

 

"Poor thing. All tired out from a bit of fucking." He teases and tickles his sides.

He blushes and giggles, pushing at his hands.

He smiles and smothers him with kisses.

He giggles happily.

He hums happily and cuddles him.

He relaxes against him. “Mm..”

"Nap.." He mumbles.

“Mhmm..”

He holds him as his eyes droop shut.

Sherlock soon falls asleep with him.

Greg keeps him close as they sleep.

Sherlock wakes a few hours later.

Greg is out in the other room on the phone. "Yes. This weekend. That sounds great. Thank you very much."

Sherlock gets up, not bothering with clothes before going out to join him.

Greg is hanging up the phone when Sherlock comes back. "Mm you know when you walk around like that I have to send you back to fucking bed and have my way with you." He licks his lips as he looks him up and down. "Our trip is set."

Sherlock blushes. “When do we leave?”

"Tonight after my shift." Greg smiles and kisses him.

He blushes and kisses him back. “Brilliant.”

He smiles and nuzzles him. "Breakfast?"

He smiles. “Mm, yes please.”

"What would you like?"

“Pancakes.” He grins.

"Coming right up." Greg smiles and gets to making pancakes.

He smiles and sits on the counter.

He leans over and kisses him every little bit between cooking.

He hums and kisses him back each time.

He smiles happily, playing the pancakes.

Sherlock moves to sit in a chair.

Greg brings over the plates and syrup.

He smiles happily. “Thank you.”

"You're welcome." He hums happily, sitting with him to eat.

He smiles and starts to eat.

He starts to eat as well.

Sherlock hums in appreciation.

"Good?"

“Mm, brilliant.”

He blushes and smiles happily.

He smiles. “Takes brilliant food to get me to eat.”

He blushes and kisses his cheek. "I'm glad."

He smiles and turns to kiss him.

He kisses him back happily.

“Love you..”

"I love you, too. So much."

He smiles softly and relaxes.

He rubs his back, cuddling him.

“Mm, wanna watch a movie?”

"Mm I'd love to but I have to go to work."

He pouts a bit. “What time are you gonna be back?”

"I'll be back around dinner. We'll eat and then get on the train to the resort." He kisses his pout.

He blushes and kisses him back. “Alright.”

"Okay." He smiles and nuzzles him before going to get dressed.

Sherlock follows him back to his bedroom.

Greg hums as he buttons up his shirt.

Sherlock smiles as he watches.

"What?" Greg blushes.

“Mm, you’re just so bloody sexy..”

He blushes brighter. "You're to much."

He hums. “Can’t help it. Look at you.”

He raises a brow and looks at himself. "I really don't see it."

He moves behind him, snaking his arms around his hips. “Mm.. pity.”

He blushes and relaxes back against him. "As long as you see it then that's the most important thing."

He hums and kisses his neck softly.

He blushes and smiles softly.

“Mm, I love you..” He mumbles against his neck.

"I love you, too.." He blushes and smiles softly, turning to hug him.

He smiles and hugs him.

He smirks and swats his arse before letting go to finish getting ready.

He blushes and yelps.

He chuckles and smirks.

He blushes. “Tease.”

"Oh I'll make good on it later. You just wait." He winks.

He blushes brighter.

He chuckles and kisses him softly. "I'll see you later."

“Mm, bye Daddy.” He hums against his lips.

He growls softly and deepens the kiss. "Who's the tease now?"

He smirks and moans against him. “Mm, only being fair, Daddy.”

"Barely." He presses him back against the wall and sucks on his neck.

He gasps and arches, baring his neck.

He makes a deep dark suck mark on his neck before pulling back, smirking at his work.

He moans loudly and arches. “Oh, Daddy..”

"I'll see you later." He smirks and kisses him deeply before heading out.

He blushes and glares a bit as Greg leaves.

"I love you, too!" Greg chuckles as he closes the door and heads to work.

Sherlock flops onto the bed.

Greg gets to work and texts Sherlock. **You might want to think about starting to pack. And under no circumstances are you to look in my third dresser drawer on the left side under my shirts.--GL** Greg smirks, knowing Sherlock would go and look immediately to find a gift box under his shirts.

Sherlock grins and he get up, immediately going to the drawer and looking under Greg’s shirts. He pulls out a gift box and sits on the bed to open it.

Greg smirks knowing inside the box was a pair of sheer panties and a butt plug. The butt plug is with an attachment that every time Sherlock clenched around the plug the attachment would vibrate harder against his clit. **Have fun. Oh and you're not allowed to come but feel free to tease yourself all day. I want those panties soaked by the time I get home. Love you.--GL**

He blushes as he puts everything on and in, clenching to test out the vibrations. He gasps and moans breathily.
**Christ, Greg.. –SH**

He chuckles and smirks.
**How is it?--GL**

He surpresses another moan.
**Bloody brilliant..–SH**

He licks his lips.
**Daddy wants pictures.--GL**

He blushes and lays on the bed and holds his phone out to take a picture of himself.

He works while waiting for the pictures, wondering if Sherlock would actually send them.

Sherlock hesitates before sending the pictures.

Greg groans softly as he looks at them.
**You're so perfect. You look stunning absolutely mouth watering.--GL**

Sherlock blushes.
**Yeah? You like them, Daddy? –SH**

**I love them, baby. You're getting Daddy excited when he's trying to work. Which I don't mind the distraction one bit.--GL**

**Mm, I hope no one comes in and sees Daddy all hot and bothered.–SH**

**No, baby. Only you get to see Daddy like that.--GL**

**I wish Daddy was here to fill me, this plug’s not enough.–SH**

**Daddy will be home in a few hours. You can be a good boy and keep yourself entertained till then. You know where the rest of Daddy's toys are if you need them.--GL**

Sherlock squirms a bit, getting excited.
**Mm, would Daddy mind if I invited some friends over? They could keep me entertained until you’re here.–SH**

Greg raises a brow, wondering what Sherlock means.
**Friends?--GL**

He hums.
**Mm, I could invite John and Mycroft. I know a bloke named James that I think you would like. I know John likes him. –SH**

He licks his lips.
**Alright. But remember that you don't get to come until I get home.--GL**

**Of course, Daddy. Wouldn’t dream of it. –SH**
He grins and sends texts to John, Mycroft, and James.
**Come to Baker St if convenient. If inconvenient, come anyway. –SH**

**On the way.--JS**
**Coming.--JW**
**Working. Emergency?--MH**

Sherlock texts Mycroft back.
**Yes. Of sorts. You’ll be glad you came.–SH**

**I'll be there when I can.--MH**

**Sometime tonight would be grand.–SH**

**I will.--MH**

He huffs a bit as he sets his phone down.

**Don't you get all huffy with me.--MH**

**Wouldn’t have to if you were here, Mikey. –SH**

**You always do get needy when you're horny, don't you?--MH**

Sherlock blushes brightly and glances around the room, trying to see if there were cameras hidden.

**You'll never find them.--MH**
Mycroft chuckles softly as he watches Sherlock on the cameras.

**I thought you were ‘working’. Why watch me from there when you could be here?–SH**

He bites his lip.
**I wasn't sure if you wanted me to be there.--MH**

**Of course I do, that’s why I invited you. –SH**

**Then I'll be there--MH**

He blushes and smiles shyly. **Good. Hurry over. I’d rather you were here before the others arrive.–SH**

**On my way.--MH**

Sherlock grins and gets up, going to set out different toys from Greg’s chest.

Mycroft arrives a few minutes later.

Sherlock is still in the bedroom, knowing Mycroft would just let himself in.

Mycroft comes in and tosses his coat on the back of a chair as he walks down the hall, knowing Sherlock can hear him coming.

Sherlock blushes as he sits on the bed, listening to Mycroft coming closer.

Mycroft is loosening his tie as he opens the door.

Sherlock blushes as he looks up.

"Mm you look even better in person." Mycroft looks Sherlock over.

He blushes brighter and licks his lips. “Yeah?”

"Oh yes. Let's have a spin."

Sherlock hesitates before getting off the bed and slowly spinning for him.

"Mm yes. So very much better."

He blushes brightly.

"Looks like Greg bought you some toys." He smirks.

“Yes, sir.” He blushes, starting to submit.

He smirks as he looks him up and down.

Sherlock trembles a bit under his gaze. “John and James are coming as well.”

"Mm i know." Mycroft hums, trailing his fingertips over Sherlock's skin.

He blushes and lets out small gasps at Mycroft’s touches.

He smirks as he feels goosebumps rise on Sherlock's skin.

He blushes, biting his lip to keep quiet.

"You don't have to be quiet. I want to hear you."

He blushes brighter and lets out a mewl. “Yes, sir.”

"Good boy. So handsome."

He whimpers at the praise.

He runs his fingers over the edge of the sheer panties.

He rocks his hips a bit and moans breathily.

He smirks and squeezes his arse, licking his lips as he feels the plug but not knowing moving the plug turns on the vibrator.

He cries out as the vibrator starts suddenly.

His eyes widen as he watches. "What are you wearing?"

He blushes and whimpers. “Greg gave me a plug that turns on a vibrator when it moves.”

He smirks, groping his arse some more.

He moans and rocks his hips as the vibrations increase.

He kisses along his neck as he feels for the plug, fucking him with it.

Sherlock gasps, arching into Mycroft, not even hearing the footsteps coming closer to the room.

"Well if this isn't a sight." James smirks as he stands in the doorway.

Sherlock blushes at the voice, opening his eyes to see James. “James..” He gasps out, his voice breathless.

"Hello, gorgeous. It's been an age." James presses against his back and kisses his neck as Mycroft does the same to the other side.

He gasps and moans breathily, pressing back against James. “Been too long..” He turns his head back to kiss James deeply. “John’s coming..” He mumbles against his lips.

James groans and kisses Sherlock back deeply.

He moans against him, still rocking his hips with Mycroft.

They grind into his arse and crotch.

He moans and whimpers. “God..”

They suck and nibble on his neck. "Getting started without me?" John chuckles as he comes in.

Sherlock blushes and mewls. “John..”

"Mm?" John smirks and walks around them.

He whimpers, moaning as Mycroft moves the plug again.

"When is Greg getting home?" Mycroft asks.

He blushes, shaking his head. “I don’t.. don’t know. But it better be soon. He said I can’t come until he says.”

"Does he know? About you and James and John? About before?" He smirks.

He blushes brighter and shakes his head again. “No.”

"No?" He smirks, rocking the plug.

He moans as the vibrations start again. “Haven’t told him yet.”

"I'm sure he'll figure it out." He chuckles, sliding his hands in the back of the panties, fucking him slowly with the plug.

Sherlock pushes back against his hand, trying to get off.

"Mm he won't be happy if you get off." James chuckles.

He whines. “Don’t care.”

"You don't care? Even if he punishes you?" He smirks as Mycroft fucks Sherlock with the plug faster.

Sherlock whimpers, pushing back against the plug, moaning with each thrust. “No, I don’t care. Just need to get off.”

"Fine." Mycroft smirks, thrusting the plug harder and faster.

Sherlock cries out as he comes hard, clenching around the plug.

Mycroft chuckles and holds him close.

Sherlock blushes as he relaxes.

"Better?" He nuzzles him.

He hums and nods. “Much..”

"Good." He smiles softly.

He relaxes against him, snuggling down and closing his eyes.

He cuddles him and rubs his back.

Sherlock starts to fall asleep between the three of them.

They cuddle him.

He sleeps soundly between them.

Chapter Text

James smiles softly, hand in John's hip.

John hums, relaxing against him.

James kisses his neck softly. "Mm I've missed you."

He blushes and mewls. “Missed you too..”

He smiles softly and leans in to kiss him.

He kisses him back softly.

He hums softly and nuzzles him.

He smiles happily. “Leave it to Sherlock to bring us back together.”

"Yeah." He chuckles softly and smiles.

He smiles and nuzzles him.

He hums happily and nuzzles him back. "What's his new boyfriend like? Have you met him?"

“Mm, he’s a detective inspector. He’s not afraid of Mycroft, either.” He chuckles softly.

"Really? Ohh he's a keeper." He chuckles.

He chuckles. “You’ll meet him soon.”

"Good." He smirks.

He smiles and kisses him again.

He hums softly and deepens the kiss.

He moans softly as he opens his mouth.

He holds him close, sliding his tongue into his mouth.

John presses against him, moaning.

James nibbles on his lips and squeezes his arse.

He mewls and whimpers, pressing against his hands.

"Mm I should have my way with you while they sleep." He chuckles.

He blushes and whimpers. “Yes..”

He smirks and kisses down his body, stripping him.

He mewls and arches.

He spreads his legs and kisses his cock.

He gasps and props himself up to watch him.

He looks up at him as he licks his cock.

John moans and spreads his legs further apart for him.

James smirks and kisses lower, teasing his hole.

He lifts his legs a bit, mewling.

He pushes his legs up and apart as he uses his tongue to tease him, slowly opening him.

He moans breathily and arches. “God..”

He strokes his cock and slowly fucks him with his tongue.

He whimpers. “James, please..”

He smirks, easing two slick fingers into him.

He gasps and arches. “Yes!”

He chuckles and rubs his prostate. "Easy or you'll wake them. You know they can't keep their cocks out of you when you look like this." He smirks.

He whimpers and bites his lip to keep quiet, knowing James was right. “Sorry, Daddy..”

"It's okay." He smirks, adding a third finger.

He pushes back against his fingers, moaning breathily.

He smirks and rocks them teasingly slow.

He whines a bit and rocks back with him. “Please..”

He gives his cock one last kiss and pulls his fingers out. He smirks and flips them over. "Ride me. If you wake them up you'll have to deal with when as well." He smirks.

John whimpers and blushes at the half threat, half promise. He straddles James’ hips and easily sinks down onto his cock.

"Good boy." James groans, wondering if John will actually wake them.

He moans at the praise, starting to ride him, making the bed shake a bit.

He thrusts up into him harder.

His moans get louder, riding him in time with his rough thrusts. “Fuck, harder!”

He growls and fucks hums harder.

He cries out as James pounds into him, the bed shaking.

"Mm such a loud slut." Mycroft smirks and Sherlock licks his lips.

He gasps and moans as he hears them, whimpering.

"Mm after James had had his turn I think you and I should give ours. What do you say, Bee?" Mycroft smirks.

Sherlock smirks. “Mm, I think you’re right. I’m sure Greg has something I could use around here.”

"Mm or I could fuck him while he fucks you." Mycroft smirks.

He blushes and mewls. “Yes, please.”

"Good." He smirks. James groans as he fucks John harder.

John cries out as he comes hard.

James thrusts a few more times before coming hard into him.

He gasps as he’s filled.

He leans up and kisses him deeply.

He moans breathily against his lips.

"Told you that you'd wake them." He smirks.

He whimpers. “I know, sir..”

"Now you have to take what they give you." He chuckles.

He blushes. “Yes, sir.”

"Be a good boy and service them." He smirks.

“Yes, Daddy.” He crawls over to them, looking up at Mycroft.

Mycroft smirks and kisses him deeply.

John blushes as he kisses him back desperately.

Mycroft nibbles and sucks on John’s lips as Sherlock’s lays down, spreading his legs.

John whimpers against his lips and opens his mouth for him. “My..”

“Good boy.” He kisses him deeply before turning him around. “Fuck Sherlock and I’ll fuck you.”

John whimpers and nods, moving to ease the plug out of Sherlock’s arse.

Sherlock moans and blushes.

He leans in to kiss him as he pushes into him.

He moans softly, kissing him back.

He gasps and rocks slowly into him.

He holds his hips, rocking with him.

John moans breathily. “My, please..”

Mycroft smirks, pushing into John.

John gasps and moans loudly, arching and pushing into Sherlock further.

Sherlock moans and whimpers. Mycroft groans, starting to thrust into John.

John groans as he fucks himself between Mycroft and Sherlock.

“You sound like such a slut.” Mycroft smirks.

He whines. “Yes, sir!”

He holds his hips tighter as he pounds into him.

This makes John fuck Sherlock harder, moaning as he gets close.

Sherlock whimpers, rocking back into him.

John cries out and comes hard as Mycroft hits his prostate again.

Sherlock comes hard as he’s filled while Mycroft comes hard as John clenches around him.

John gasps and moans breathily as he’s filled.

Mycroft groans as he pulls out of him.

He blushes and mewls.

Sherlock mewls and kisses John.

He kisses him back deeply.

“Mm I missed being full of your cum.”

John groans. “Missed fucking you..”

He blushes and smiles shyly.

He leans in to kiss him deeply.

He holds onto him, kissing him back deeply.

He nips at his lips, rocking his hips.

He gasps, rocking with him.

He starts to thrust harder into him.

“Ohh yes.” Sherlock moans and arches, legs tightening around him.
James smirks, pulling Mycroft close as they watch.

John leans down to kiss him deeply, picking up the pace.
Mycroft blushes as he leans against James, watching Sherlock and John closely.

Sherlock mewls and kisses John back deeply, rocking with him.
James cuddles him and kisses his neck. “How is it? Watching your boyfriend fuck your brother.”

John thrusts harder into Sherlock, moaning into the kiss.
Mycroft blushes brighter, his cock twitching. “Brilliant..”

“Close. Please, John. Please.” Sherlock moans against his lips.
“Yeah?” James smirks, running his hands over Mycroft’s thighs.

“Come with me.” He groans, nipping at his lips.
Mycroft blushes and spreads his legs a bit for him. “Yeah..”

He cries out and come hard around him.
James smirks and palms Mycroft’s cock teasingly.

John moans loudly as he comes hard into Sherlock.
Mycroft mewls and whimpers a bit, trying to rock into his hand.

Sherlock whimpers as he feels John fill him again.
James wraps his hand around Mycroft’s cock. “Fuck my hand.”

John leans down to kiss his neck softly. “Such a good boy..”
Mycroft whimpers as he starts to thrust into his hand.

Sherlock blushes and arches, tipping his head back.
“Good boy.” James smirks.

John moves off of him, pulling him into a kiss.
Mycroft mewls at the praise and starts to fuck his hand.

Sherlock kisses him back deeply.
“Look at you. So needy..” James nibbles on Mycroft’s neck.

“Christ, your lips are so soft..” John groans.
Mycroft blushes and tips his head back for James.

“Mm they’d feel even better wrapped around your cock.” Sherlock nibbles on his lip.
“Mm you need more don’t you.” James sucks on his neck.

John smirks a bit. “Prove it, then.”
He whimpers and nods. “Yes, sir..”

Sherlock pushes him back on the bed, kissing down his body.
“What do you need?” He smirks, stroking him slowly.

He groans and arches a bit under his kisses. “Sherlock..”
He whimpers at the slow pace. “I.. want you to fuck me..”

He smirks and rubs his thighs as he nuzzles his cock.
“Yeah? Think you can handle me?” He chuckles.

John spreads his legs a bit further for Sherlock.
He blushes. “I.. I can try, sir.”

Sherlock presses sloppy kisses to John’s cock.
“Stretch yourself and show me how much you want it.” He smirks.

“God, Sherlock.. such a brilliant mouth..” John babbles.
Mycroft blushes and nods, getting onto his hands and knees and taking he lube to start stretching himself.

Sherlock blushes, sucking the tip into his mouth and slowly taking him down his throat.
“Gorgeous.” James praises, kissing his skin softly.

He moans and arches, gripping the sheets.
Mycroft blushes at the praise as he pushes in two fingers.

He bobs his head slowly, moaning around him.
“Good boy. Look at you. Two fingers already.” James smirks.

John lets his head fall back against the bed. “Good boy..”
Mycroft blushes at the praise, thrusting his fingers.

Sherlock blushes brighter, taking him deeper.
James rubs his hips and strokes his cock teasingly slow.

“Oh my god.. how do you even go that fucking deep?” He rocks his hips slightly.
Mycroft gasps and rocks into his hand and back onto his fingers.

Sherlock looks up at him and takes him all the way down, smirking as his lips press against John’s skin.
“Good boy. Third finger now. You can do it.” James rubs his thumb over the head.

He moans loudly, arching. “Fuck!”
He whimpers and eagerly adds a third finger.

He bobs his head faster and moans around him.
“Good boy.” He praises.

John grips Sherlock’s hair, tugging a bit as he comes hard into his mouth.
He blushes at the praise, thrusting his fingers and working himself open.

Sherlock moans, swallowing what he can.
“Think you can fit another?” James strokes him faster.

John breathes heavily, flopping back into the bed.
He whimpers and nods. “Yes, Daddy..” He adds another finger, moaning at the stretch.

Sherlock slowly pulls off, licking John’s cock clean.
“There you go. Almost ready. Such a good boy.” He praises.

He blushes as he feels sherlock licking him clean.
Mycroft whimpers at the praise, his cock leaking steadily. “Please.. please, Daddy..”

He moves up and cuddles him.
“Takes your fingers out, baby” He smirks and slicks his cock.

John holds him close.
Mycroft whimpers and takes out his fingers, raising his arse for James.

Sherlock relaxes into John.
James holds Mycroft’s hips and slowly pushes into him.

Mycroft gasps and moans at James’ size, arching his back.

James stills, letting Mycroft adjust slowly.

Mycroft moans breathily as he adjusts, nodding once he’s comfortable.

James rocks his hips slowly, kissing Mycroft’s neck.

Mycroft gasps, baring his neck for him. “Oh.. so full..”

He smirks and holds his hips, keeping the slow pace but rocking deeper.

He moans lowly and whimpers, rocking his hips.

“Just feel. I’ll take care of you.”

He blushes and nods, relaxing his body so James can set the pace.

“Good boy. Such a good boy.” He praises, rocking slowly into him.

He whimpers at the praise, gasping as he starts to move.

He rocks slow and deep, stroking his cock teasingly.

He whimpers and rocks into his hand. “More, please..”

He starts to thrust harder and faster.

Mycroft holds onto the bed frame, moaning loudly.

James fucks him deeper, making him fuck his fist.

Mycroft cries out as he comes hard.

James comes hard into him.

Mycroft whimpers and arches as he’s filled.

James holds him, kissing his neck and back.

He blushes and mewls softly.

He pulls out of him gently and cuddles him close.

He blushes and curls up against him.

He holds him close and rubs his back.

He relaxes against him.

He nuzzles him, smiling softly.

“Mm.. did I do good?”

“You were perfect. Absolutely perfect. You took it so well. And you came so hard. Such a good boy.” He praises and kisses him softly.

He blushes at the praise, kissing him back softly.

“Did you like it?” He asks, nuzzling him.

He smiles softly and nods. “Yes, sir..”

“Good..” He hums and smiles softly.

He nuzzles against him.

He runs his fingers over his back gently.

He mumbles as he relaxes. “Mm..”

He holds him close.

He yawns softly, closing his eyes.

“Nap..”

He nods, already falling asleep.

He holds him close, falling asleep with him.

Sherlock nuzzles John softly. “Mm.. can we nap too?”

“Sure.” John nuzzles him back, cuddling him close.

He smiles, relaxing between John and Mycroft.

He smiles softly, cuddling him.

He smiles softly and closes his eyes.

He rubs his back, starting to doze off.

Sherlock soon falls asleep.

Greg comes home a few hours later.

Sherlock is curled up in bed with the others, still fast asleep.

Greg smiles softly, going back out to the kitchen to make dinner.

James starts to wake as he smells food. He carefully gets out of bed, making sure to not wake the others. He gets dressed and goes out to the kitchen. “You must be Greg.”

Greg turns and smiles. “I am. You must be James.” He extends his hand.

He smiles and takes his hand, shaking it.

He smiles and shakes back. “So what did I miss?” He asks, turning back to cooking.

He hums. “Quite a lot. I don’t suppose Sherlock told you he, John and I used to be involved together?”

“No he didn’t. I umm.. I don’t really know much I suppose.” He frowns a bit.

He tilts his head. “What do you mean?”

“I dunno..” He shrugs.

“Uh, I mean, you can ask me whatever you’d like.”

“Okay.. Like umm.. Tell me about him. About you and him. How this works.”

He bites his lip. “How ‘this’ works? Could you elaborate?”

“This thing. This you sleeping with him and him being my boyfriend and then John and his brother. I’m just.. I just don’t really know where I stand in all this.”

He frowns. “I.. I’m sorry, I thought you were aware of all this. I think we should all have a talk when everyone wakes up.”

“I.. Yeah. Okay.” He nods, not wanting to be insensitive or clingy but Sherlock is his boyfriend or at least that’s what he thought.

“Listen, if I know Sherlock, he cares for you a lot. You’re still his boyfriend, that’s not going to change.”

He nods and relaxes a bit.

“I’m sorry, Greg, I wouldn’t have come if I had known you weren’t aware.”

“It’s okay. I guess I should have asked what he meant when he asked if he could have “friends over”.” He hums.

He chuckles and shakes his head a bit.

“What?” He asks, brow raised.

“Nothing, that’s just like Sherlock. Bending his words to get his way.”

“Ah so this is a thing with him.” He huffs a laugh and shakes his head. “Wait. So that means he like kind of lied to me to sleep with you.”

“Well, no. I’m sure if you had asked what he meant, he’d have told you. He tends to be direct once confronted.”

“I guess I need to ask more questions then.” He sighs.

“It took John and I a while to understand him, so don’t worry.” He smiles reassuringly. “Oh, uh, I don’t want to get off on the wrong foot because of this.”

“No no. We’re good. It was just a misunderstanding. As long as we’re on the same page from now on I don’t think there will be any problems.”

He smiles softly and nods. “Alright, good.”

“Dinner should be ready soon.”

“I’ll go wake the others.”

“Thanks.”

He nods and goes into the bedroom to wake everyone.

Greg gets the table ready for dinner.

Mycroft mumbles as James nuzzles against his back.

“Time to get up, babe. Greg’s made dinner.” James kisses his neck.

He blushes and hums. “Mm, alright.”

“Wake Sherlock.” James says to Mycroft before going to John next.

Mycroft hums as he nuzzles Sherlock. “Wake up..”

Sherlock mumbles and snuggles deeper under the pillows.

Mycroft smirks and pulls the blankets off of Sherlock.

“Eep!” Sherlock squeals.

Mycroft chuckles. “Up.”

Sherlock pouts and gets up.

He chuckles and leans in to kiss his pout. “Shush.”

He blinks and blushes.

“Greg’s made dinner for everyone.”

“Oh.. Okay..”

He bites his lip. “Are you feeling alright?”

“You.. You kissed me.” He blinks.

His brow furrows a bit. “I.. do you not remember last night, Sherlock?”

“I remember. But you never kissed me before now.” He blushes.

He blushes as he realizes he’s right. “I.. o-oh..”

“Food is on!” Greg calls from the other room.

He blushes as he pulls away. “Come on..”

Greg has the table set and the food on when they come out.

Sherlock smiles as he goes to sit next to him. “Mm, smells good.”

“Thanks.” Greg hums and nods, starting to eat.

He smiles as he starts to eat.

He watches him and the others eat.

Sherlock doesn’t realize that Greg’s upset, humming as he eats.

Greg doesn’t eat much, staying quiet as the others talk.

Sherlock bites his lip when he finally realizes how quiet Greg has been, but he still can’t figure out why. He tries to think of what he has recently done wrong.

“I think we should be headed out.” John says as they finish eating, feeling the tension between Greg and Sherlock. “Yeah I think so.” James hums.

Sherlock frowns a bit. “Oh, alright..”

“We’ll talk to you soon.” Mycroft smiles as they get ready to go.

He bites his lip and nods.

They leave and Greg cleans up.

Sherlock fidgets with his hands, hesitating. “Greg.. are you mad at me?”

“I.. No. I don’t know.” Greg sighs and washes the dishes.

He frowns, biting his lip.

“I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at myself.” He frowns, back to Sherlock.

His frown deepens. “What does that mean?”

“Because I should have known when you asked to have friends over that it wasn’t just to hang out.”

He bites his lip. “I.. I should’ve been more specific.. I’m sorry..”

He shrugs, rinsing the dishes.

He hesitates, looking down at his hands. “I should’ve talked to you first.. I’m sorry..”

He dries off his hands and goes to him. “I just want you to be honest with me. That’s all I ask. If you want to.. To sleep with other people. I’d.. I don’t know.” He sighs and sits next to him.

He still can’t look up at him, his eyes starting to tear up. “I-I’m sorry..” He starts to tremble a bit, overthinking and worrying that Greg doesn’t want him now.

“Okay okay. Come here.” He scoops him up and carries him to the couch, cuddling him close as they sit.

He sniffles. “I’m sorry. I’ll be better. I promise. Don’t leave me, please..”

“I know. I know. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” He holds him close.

He sniffles and wipes his eyes. “I’m sorry.. we.. we can talk about it..”

“I want you to be happy. That’s all I want. Am.. Am I not enough for you? I know I made you wait to get off. Was it because of that? I thought waiting and edging was exciting for you. I guess it was to much and you thought you couldn’t call me so you got someone else.” He frowns.

He frowns. “You make me happy. Of course you’re enough for me.. I.. I just thought that using me with others was something that you liked to think about.. you brought it up at one point that you wanted strangers to use me but I.. I wanted it to be with people I know so I was gonna surprise you..”

He chuckles softly and presses their foreheads together. “So all this was for me?”

He bites his lip. “I just wanted to make you happy.. you seemed really into the idea and so was I just.. not with strangers.”

“No. No strangers.” He smiles softly and kisses the tip of his nose. “You make me happy. All the time. Just next time be a little more clear on what you’re trying to do to make me happy, okay?”

He blushes and smiles softly. “Maybe we can try again sometime. I think you’d like it with them. James and John are very dominant, like you. Mycroft can be as well when John lets him.”

“Alright. I’ll think about it.” He nuzzles him.

He smiles and nuzzles him back. “Thank you.”

“Mmhmm.” He smiles softly.

He leans in to kiss him.

He kisses him back softly.

He presses closer to him.

He holds him closer and kisses his neck. “Mm did they at least get my good boy off?” He smirks.

He blushes and whimpers. “Yes, Daddy. I came twice. Are you going to punish me, sir?” He crawls into his lap, straddling his hips.

“Mm punish you? Do you want to me punished?” He holds his hips, rocking up against him.

He moans and grinds down against him. “Yes, Daddy. You told me not to come and I told them to make me come. I even told them what you said and said I didn’t care if you punished me.”

“Mm sounds like you were a naughty boy.” He smirks and squeezes his arse.

He whimpers and presses back against his hands. “Yes, Daddy. Very naughty.”

“Do you know what happens to naughty boys?” He kisses along his neck and rubs his clit over the front of his pants teasingly as his other hand keeps a nice grip on his arse cheek so he can’t move.

He gasps and whimpers, moaning breathily. “What happens, Daddy?”

“Mm first the naughty boy gets spanked by his Daddy. Then he gets fucked. Slowly. So very very slowly. So slowly that by the time he’s whimpering and begging and pleading to come he’s lost count of how many orgasms his Daddy has denied him.” He smirks feeling how wet and needy he is through his pants.

He moans and whimpers, rocking against his hands. “Please, Daddy..”

He smirks and kisses him deeply.

He kisses him back deeply.

He picks him up and carries him back to the bedroom.

He blushes and holds onto him.

He puts him on the bed and strips him.

He mewls and blushes.

“Mm such a slut.” He smirks as he looks him over.

He blushes brighter and nods. “Yes, sir. For you.”

“Mmhmm. Spread your legs for me.”

He whimpers and spreads his legs. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy.” He rubs his hands up his legs.

He whimpers and mewls at the praise.

He smirks and pushes two slick fingers into him. “Mm still stretched.”

He blushes and whimpers, pushing back against him. “Yes, sir..”

He chuckles and slowly fucks him with his fingers as he teases his clit with his tongue.

He arches and moans breathily. “I came twice today, Daddy. Perhaps three times.”

He continues the slow pace, knowing the more he teases him the more he’ll talk.

He whimpers. “They all took turns fucking me.. it was brilliant.. would’ve been even better if you were there.”

“Mm maybe we should invite them on our little holiday this weekend.” He smirks as he kisses his hips.

He feels himself getting wet at the idea, his clit hardening. “Yes.. fuck, please, Daddy!”

He dives back in and sucks on his clit as he rocks his fingers, not enough to get him off just bring him to the edge hard and fast.

He moans loudly, rocking against him as he teeters on the edge.

Greg pulls off just as Sherlock’s about to come.

Sherlock whines and whimpers.

“I didn’t say you could come. I haven’t even decided if you’re going to be allowed to yet.” He smirks.

He blushes and whines. “Yes, sir..”

He smirks and sits on the bed. “Over my knees.” He orders.

He blushes and nods, hurrying to lay over his knees.

He smirks and pushes a plug into him, turning on the vibration to low and he squeezes his arse.

He gasps and arches, clenching around the plug.

“I think three is good. One for each time you think you came. What do you think?” He smirks.

He blushes and nods. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He smirks, rubbing his hand over his arse the the backs of his thighs.

He whimpers softly and trembling with anticipation.

He slaps the left cheek before rubbing it soothingly.

He gasps and moans loudly.

“Such a loud little slut.”

He whimpers and arches. “All for you, Daddy.”

He smirks and slaps the right side this time, a bit harder than the last before rubbing it soothingly.

He moans and rocks back against his hands.

He smirks and turns up the vibrator.

He gasps and moans loudly, arching.

“Ready for the last one, baby?” He looks down at his arse that’s now turning a pretty light pink.

He blushes and whimpers. “Yes, Daddy.”

He smirks and lands the last one right in the middle of both cheeks.

He gasps and moans loudly, arching off his lap.

“Good boy.” He rubs his arse soothingly.

He blushes and mewls. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You took your punishment so well.” He praises, rocking the vibrating plug teasingly.

He whimpers and arches, rocking back against him.

“Want to be fucked, baby?” He smirks as he watches him try and fuck himself on the plug.

He whimpers and nods. “Please..”

He scoops him up and puts him on the bed. He kisses him deeply and spreads his legs, easing the plug out of him.

He whimpers and spreads his legs for Greg.

“Good boy.” He smirks and pushes the slick fingers into him as he rubs his clit teasingly, planning to tease Sherlock to the edge before even putting his cock in him.

He gasps and moans breathily, trying to rock against his fingers.

“Mm needy little slut, aren’t you?” He smirks.

He whimpers and nods frantically. “Yes! Yes, Daddy!”

“Tell me what you need, my sweet little whore. Do you need, Daddy’s cock? Will that make you feel better? Mm I know you’re such a slut that the plug probably didn’t do a damn thing to satisfy you. My fingers aren’t enough for a needy thing like you. You need Daddy’s cock filling your tight arse, don’t you?” He smirks, working his fingers faster.

He whimpers and moans as Greg brings him closer to the edge, rocking back against him. “Yes, yes! Need your cock always, Daddy! Always!”

He smirks and removes his fingers just before Sherlock is about to come.

He lets out a broken moan as Greg denied him another orgasm.

“Hush.” Greg soothes and kisses him softly.

He whimpers softly against his lips.

He kisses his neck and slicks his cock.

“Please..” He begs softly, his eyes watering with need.

“I’ve got you.” He whispers and kisses him softly as he pushes into him.

He mewls and arches kissing him back.

He holds his hips and rocks into him slowly as he kisses his neck.

He bares his neck for him, letting Greg take him.

He fucks him slow and deeply, building him back up again.

He moans as Greg fucks him deeply but still slow.

“Just feel. Feel Daddy’s cock inside you. Feel my cock pushing in and out of your perfect arse. Every time I push into you it feels like you’re pulling Daddy’s cock deeper.” He smirks and pulls all the way out of Sherlock. He rubs the slick head of his cock over Sherlock’s clit teasingly, stopping one sensation but giggling him another.

His moans get louder as Greg keeps fucking him deep and slow, whining when he pulls out. He whimpers, trying to grind against his cock. “Please..”

“Please what?” He smirks as he rubs his cock up and down Sherlock’s slickness, teasing his clit and his needy arse.

“Please fuck me, let me come, please please please!” He begs, rocking his hips.

He puts Sherlock on his hands and knees, turning him so his head is at the foot of the bed. “Say it again. Watch yourself say it.” He holds Sherlock’s hair and has he look at himself in the mirror in the corner of the room.

He whimpers as he looks at himself, taking in how wrecked he looks. “Please, Daddy, let me come. Fuck me hard and make me scream as I come.”

He smirks and wraps his hand around Sherlock’s throat as he pushes back into him.

He gasps and moans breathily, arching his back.

He rocks into him slowly, one hand on his hip and the other on his throat.

He moans and whimpers, trying to push back against his cock.

He slowly starts to pick up the pace.

His moans grow louder. “Choke me, Daddy.” He begs, the hand around his throat not gripping hard enough for him.

He tightens his grip as he fucks him harder.

His moans are cut off by Greg’s hand on his throat. He pushes back, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Good boy. Such a pretty little cock slut.” He fucks him deep and hard.

He whimpers and moans at the praise, so close to coming but knowing he needs permission.

He tightens the hold a bit more and makes him look in the mirror. “Come. Watch yourself come.”

He watches himself and cries out as he comes hard.

He groans and comes hard into him.

He whimpers and moans softly as he feels Greg filling him.

He lets go of his throat and kisses his back.

He takes a breath and trembles a bit.

He pulls out of him gently and lays him down, holding him close.

He curls up against him, exhausted.

“Sleep, love..” He nuzzles him.

He easily falls asleep.

He holds him close and rubs his back before reach for his phone. He texts Mycroft, John, and James.
**I apologize for how I acted earlier. I’d like to make up for it. Please join Sherlock and I on a little holiday this weekend.—GL**

Mycroft glances at his phone, raising a brow as he lays in bed with James and John.
**Where shall we meet you?–MH**

“Mm what is it?” John nuzzles Mycroft.
**A little private resort out in the countryside.—GL**

“Gregory wants us to join them on a holiday this weekend. All of us.”
**Send the address, I’ll inform the others.–MH**

“Really?” James asks.
**Will do. Thank you.—GL** Greg sends the information.

“Seems to be so, yes.” He shows them the address.

“Huh.” John hums. “I guess he changed his mind.” James sounds surprised.

“Did he speak with you about it, James?”

“We talked. He didn’t understand what Sherlock meant when he asked to have friends over and I don’t think Sherlock was being totally honest with him. I guess they talked and worked it out. Now Greg is trying make things better.”

“Hm. We should make sure he’s alright with everything before anything further happens once we’re there.”

“Yeah. That’s a good idea. So we’re gonna go?”

“I think it would be rude to turn him down.”

He hums and nods.

He hums and leans in to kiss him. “We’ll see how everything plays out.”

“Mm alright..” He kisses him back softly.

He hums. “Who knows, Sherlock could’ve convinced him.”

“Probably.” He chuckles softly.

He leans in and nuzzles him.

He nuzzles him back and smiles softly.

He turns to kiss him.

He holds him close and kisses him back softly.

“Mm..” He presses closer to him.

He deepens the kiss slowly and pulls him closer.

He closes his eyes and opens his mouth for James.

He slips his tongue into Mycroft mouth as John presses against Mycroft’s back.

Mycroft whimpers softly and moans, arching between them.

They rock against him, sandwiching him between them.

He rocks between them, moaning breathily.

“Mm it’s been a while since you’ve had both me and James.” John smirks.

He blushes and whimpers. “We should rectify that.”

“Oh I think we will.” James kisses Mycroft deeply as John kisses down Mycroft’s back.

Mycroft moans breathily, kissing James back deeply.

“Listen to you. We’ve barely started and you’re already a little desperate mess.” James smirks as he nibbles on his lip. John spreads Mycroft’s arse cheeks and rubs his fingers tips over his hole teasingly.

Mycroft mewls and whimpers. “Can’t help it. Been too long.” He gasps and spreads his legs.

“I’m sure it hasn’t been so long that you’ve forgotten how talented John’s mouth is.” Jame kisses Mycroft’s neck as John starts to lick Mycroft open.

He gasps and moans, pressing his arse back against John’s mouth. “Can never forget..”

“Didn’t think so.” James holds him close as John fucks Mycroft with his tongue.

Mycroft whimpers and rocks between them.

James strokes his cock as John eases a lubed finger into him.

Mycroft gasps and moans loudly.

John rocks his finger slowly while James strokes him.

“Please..”

John adds another finger and rubs his prostate gently.

He gasps and moans, his cock leaking eagerly against his stomach.

“Need something?” James smirks as John fucks him slowly with his fingers.

He whimpers. “Please..”

“Almost.” James kisses him as John adds a third finger.

Mycroft gasps and pushes back against his fingers.

John rocks his fingers slowly.

“Please, sir..”

Jame smirks as John pulls his fingers out. “Who do you want first?”

He whines a bit at the emptiness. “Don’t care. Just want a cock in my arse.”

“Such a needy slut. You just want any cock?” John chuckles as James rubs his cock against Mycroft’s hole teasingly.

Mycroft groans, trying to push back against James’ cock. “I swear, if one of you don’t put your cock in me in the next 3 seconds, I will go out and find a bloke who will fuck me.” He hides his smirk, knowing he was testing them.

James has Mycroft on his hands and knees in a matter of seconds. “Your arse is ours. We decide who, how, and when you get fucked. Understand?” He growls, pushing into him all the way in one slow deep thrust.

He moans loudly and arches, pressing his face into the mattress. “Mm, yes, sir.” He groans, loving the dominance.

“Mm now you’ve done it.” John chuckles as James starts to thrust slow and deeply.

He whimpers and arches as he thrusts slowly. “It’s about bloody time.”

“You’ve got any more to say I’ll give your mouth some thing to do.” John growls.

“Mm, is that a threat or a promise?”

John smirks and grips his hair, pushing into his mouth. “Promise. Always.”

He moans around him, relaxing his throat.

They rock into him at both end.

He moans as loud as he can around John’s cock, rocking between them.

“Listen to him. Still so mouthy.” John chuckles and holds Mycroft’s head as he rocks into his mouth. “Sounds to me like he’s having a very very good time.” James smirks and aims for Mycroft’s prostate, reaching under him and stroking his cock as he thrusts into him slowly.

Mycroft gasps and moans whorishly loud, thrusting into James’ hand desperately, trying to get James to fuck him harder.

“I guess were just going to have to fuck it it of him.” John smirks. “Sounds like a plan to me.” James holds Mycroft’s hips and starts to thrust harder.

He moans loudly and takes John deeper, suppressing his gag reflex as James fucks him.

John thrusts into his mouth, moaning as he pushes down his throat. James fucks him harder and deeper.

Mycroft whimpers and moans, his cock throbbing in James’s hand as he tries to hold off his orgasm, knowing he should wait for permission.

James still strokes him, knowing how close he is. “If you come before we give your permission you’ll be punished.”

Mycroft whimpers and nods, gripping the sheets tightly as he holds back his orgasm.

John fucks his face harder, getting close.

He moans loudly, swallowing around him eagerly.

He groans and comes hard into his mouth.

He moans as he swallows his cum eagerly, rocking back against James.

John moans and pulls out of his mouth.

Mycroft gasps as he pulls out, breathing heavily.

“Anything to say now?” John smirks.

He blushes and whimpers, having fully submitted now.

“Good boy.” John leans in and kisses him softly.

He kisses him back, whimpering at the praise.

James holds his hips and starts to thrust harder.

He moans louder and arches, pushing back against him.

He leans in and bites along his neck and shoulder as he fucks him deeply.

Mycroft moans loudly, still holding his orgasm back.

“Come.” James growls as he pounds into him.

He cries out as he comes hard.

He groans and comes hard into him.

He gasps and moans loudly as he’s filled.

He moans and pushes deep into him as he fills him.

He gasps and moans as he feels him fill him so deep.

“Better?” John smirks.

Mycroft blushes and nods. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” John kisses him as James pulls out of him.

He blushes and kisses John back softly.

“Your mouth tastes like my cum.” He chuckles.

He blushes. “Do you like it, Daddy?”

“Mm I love it.” He deepens the kiss.

Mycroft mewls as he opens his mouth for him.

John groans and sucks on his tongue.

He moans softly into his mouth.

He pulls Mycroft into his lap and squeezes his arse as they kiss.

He moans breathily as he settles in his lap, pushing back against John’s hands.

“Still need more?” He smirks and slaps his arse.

“Please, Daddy..” He begs.

“Ride me, baby. Show me how bad you want it.” He smirks.

He blushes and whimpers, shifting to sink down on his cock. “Oh, Daddy..”

He groans and kisses him deeply, holding his hips.

Mycroft moans, kissing him back desperately as he starts to ride him.

“Needy little slut. You just can off my cock and now you’re already bouncing on John’s.” James kisses Mycroft’s neck and strokes his cock as John thrusts up into him.

Mycroft whimpers, bucking into James’ hand, moaning louder. “Can’t help it.. always need cock..”

“Oh I know you do. I remember when we first started sleeping together you didn’t let me out of bed for a week.” James smirks, stroking him faster and pinches his nipple teasingly. John holds Mycroft’s hips and thrusts up into him deeply.

He moans loudly at the memory, riding john harder. He moans, his cock leaking into James’ hand.

“You’d barely let me out of bed long enough to take a piss. And sometimes not even then.” James chuckles, letting Mycroft fuck his fist as John fucks Mycroft harder.

“Can you blame me? Your cock is brilliant.. like John’s.” He arches as John pounds into his prostate.

“Mm you’d never let us out of bed if you had the choice.” John chuckles as he pounds into him.

Mycroft whimpers and arches. “Never. Never even let your cocks out of my arse.”

“Such a needy slut.” James smirks, bringing his hand up to Mycroft’s throat.

Mycroft gasps and arches as he feels James’ hand around his throat.

John thrusts hard and deep as James added pressure to his throat.

Mycroft moans loudly and hoarsely as he’s pounded into and choked.

“Come. Make a mess you dirty little cockslut.” James smirks as he cuts off his air.

He lets out a strangled cry as he comes hard.

John groans as he comes hard into him and James lets him breathe again.

Mycroft moans loudly as he’s filled, breathing heavily.

James hisses him deeply as John pulls out of him slowly.

He moans as he kisses James back, gasping softly as John pulls out of him.

“Good boy.” They praise and kiss him.

He blushes brightly at the praise, mewling softly.

They press soft kisses to his skin, whispering praise.

He blushes at the praise, humming quietly and nuzzling against them.

They cuddle him and relax.

“Mm.. nap?”

“Yeah..”

Mycroft hums, already falling asleep.

They fall asleep with him

Chapter Text

Sherlock wakes early, getting up to get in the shower.

Greg curls up in Sherlock’s warm spot.

Sherlock strips and starts the shower.

Greg peeks his eye open when he hears the shower turn on.

Sherlock uses his phone to turn on some music before getting into the shower.

Greg gets up and makes his way into the bathroom.

Sherlock doesn’t hear him over the music and the shower. He starts singing along to the music.

Greg stands in the doorway, smiling softly as he listens to Sherlock sing.

“Heart beats fast. Colors and promises. How to be brave. How can I love when I’m afraid to fall. But watching you stand alone. All of my doubt, suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer. I have died everyday, waiting for you. Darling, don’t be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. I’ll love you for a thousand more.” He sings as he washes his hair, eyes closed.

He blushes as he listens to him, moving closer.

“Time stands still. Beauty in all she is. I will be brave. I will not let anything, take away. What’s standing in front of me. Every breath, every hour has come to this. One step closer. I have died everyday, waiting for you. Darling, don’t be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. I’ll love you for a thousand more.” He continues, rinsing his hair.

He closes his eyes as he listens to him.

“And all along I believed, I would find you. Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years. I’ll love you for a thousand more. One step closer. One step closer. I have died everyday, waiting for you. Darling, don’t be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. I’ll love you for a thousand more. And all along I believed, I would find you. Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years. I’ll love you for a thousand more.” He finishes softly.

Greg claps softly. “That was great.”

Sherlock gasps and nearly slips, holding onto the bar in the shower. He blushes brightly. “I.. I didn’t know you were listening..”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Greg apologizes.

He blushes brighter. “It’s fine.”

“Mind if I join you?” He smiles softly.

He smiles shyly. “Of course.”

“Of course you mind?” He chuckles, teasing as he pulls off his shirt.

He rolls his eyes. “Git.”

“You love it.” He laughs and strips off his pants, getting into the shower behind Sherlock.

He hums, pressing back against him. “Mm, I do..”

He chuckles and wraps his arms around him, kissing his neck.

He tips his head back, humming softly.

He pulls him back against his chest and holds him close as he works his lips over his neck, his free hand slipping between his legs and rubbing his clit teasingly.

Sherlock gasps and moans breathily, spreading his legs a bit.

“That’s it, baby. Just feel.” Greg mumbles as he sucks marks into his neck and wraps his arm over his chest, immobilizing him she he pinches his nipple and teases his clit.

He moans and arches a bit into his hands, mewling as he’s immobilized. “Daddy..”

“Mm?” He smirks, rolling his nipple between his fingers and circling his clit. “You didn’t think I was going to let you leave to go on a holiday with me and three other men without being fucked first, now did you?” He growls softly.

He blushes brighter and whimpers as he growls. “Want you to fuck me hard, Daddy..”

“That’s right. Bend over and let Daddy stretch your arse.” He smirks and lets him go so he can position himself.

He whimpers and bends over for him, spreading his legs.

Greg takes the detachable shower head off the wall and changes the setting. He slicks his fingers and presses one into Sherlock’s arse as he uses the shower head to spray a water jet against Sherlock’s clit.

Sherlock gasps and moans, rocking back against his finger.

Greg rocks his finger slowly, using the water as a vibrator.

He whimpers and rocks his hips. “Please..”

He smirks and adds a second finger.

He gasps and mewls, trying to move closer to the jet of water.

“Need more?” He smirks and moves it closer.

He gasps and moans, rocking his hips. “Yes..”

He rocks his fingers and keeps the water jet stimulating him.

His legs shake as he gets closer to coming.

“Come, baby. I’ll still fuck you.”

He cries out as he comes hard.

He smirks and adds a third finger, keeping the water jet on his clit still.

He gasps and rocks back against him.

He rocks his fingers deeper, fucking with them slowly.

He moans loudly and arches, rocking his hips. “God, please.”

“Need something?” He smirks.

“Fuck me, please!”

He smirks and pulls his fingers out. He slicks his cock and hands him the shower head. “Put it back or keep it on your clit. Whichever you need.” He kisses his neck as he pushes into him.

He blushes and keeps it on his clit, moaning loudly as Greg pushes into him.

“Such a good little slut.” He smirks and holds his hips, rocking into him slowly.

Sherlock gasps and moans, rocking back against him. “Just for Daddy..”

“Mm Daddy’s Good boy.” He smirks and picks up the pace.

He blushes at the praise, moaning louder and meeting him thrust for thrust.

“You take Daddy’s cock so well.”

He mewls and whimpers. “Want to be a good boy.”

“You are a good boy. Always such a good boy.” He groans and fucks him harder.

He trembles as he gets closer. “Please. Want Daddy to fill me.”

“Come for me, baby. I’ll fill you.”

Sherlock cries out as he comes hard.

Greg moans and comes hard into him.

He gasps and moans loudly as he’s filled.

“God, I love your arse.” He groans.

He blushes and mewls.

He holds him close and kisses his neck.

He blushes and presses against him, whimpering.

“Good boy. I love my good boy so much.” He whispers and presses kisses to his shoulders.

He blushes at he praise and smiles shyly. “Love you, Daddy..”

“Let’s get you cleaned up before we go, mm?” He nuzzles him and takes the soap, rubbing sudsy hands over his body.

He blushes and nods, nuzzling him back and relaxing, letting Greg clean him.

“Excited for our holiday?” He smiles softly, washing Sherlock’s hair carefully.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He smiles and rinses his hair.

He closes his eyes as he’s rinsed off.

“Ready to get out?” He kisses him softly.

“Mm, yeah..” He kisses him back softly.

He gets out and dries them off.

He blushes and leans in for a kiss.

He kisses him back and leads them to the bedroom.

He follows him closely.

He helps him get dressed and packed.

“Oh! Can we get the mail before we go? I bought something.”

“Sure.” He chuckles.

He smiles and nuzzles him.

He blushes a bit and nuzzles him back, smiling. “What did you order?”

“It’s something for me to feel more comfortable, but I figured you’d be excited too. And Mycroft bought me an actual binder.”

“That’s good.” He smiles, happy that Sherlock won’t be tempted to use the bandages anymore.

He smiles. “I’ll be back, then.” He goes down to check the mail.

He nods and finishes packing up.

Sherlock comes back up with two packages, setting them on the bed to open them.

Greg watches Sherlock as he zips their bags up.

He opens the binder first, showing it to Greg.

“It’s nice.” He nods and smiles softly.

He smiles happily as he opens the second box, pulling out what looks like a soft cock with a funnel type thing. He shows it to Greg. “This is an STP, a device that lets me pee standing up. This one doubles as a packer so I can just wear it in my pants. It comes with special harness pants too.”

“That’s quite brilliant that.” He smiles. “Are you going to try it on?” He sits in the bed.

He smiles and nods, taking everything into the bathroom and shutting the door. He pulls on the binder and puts on the pants, positioning the STP into it, blushing at the bulge it creates. He looks at himself in the mirror, amazed at how masculine the two items make him look.

“How is it?” He asks softly from the bed, giving Sherlock space.

Sherlock sniffles softly. “It’s incredible..” he says softly, his voice full of child-like wonder. He opens the bathroom door and takes a step out, nibbling on his lip, a bit scared of what Greg will think.

Greg smiles softly at Sherlock’s tone. He looks at his face first when he comes out before looking at the rest of him. “Wow.” He says softly and gets up, walking around him slowly.

He blushes as Greg circles him, waiting for his reaction.

“I have such a terribly handsome boyfriend.” He smiles and kisses his cheek. “You look wonderful, love. How do you feel?”

He blushes and smiles shyly. “I feel brilliant.”

“Then that’s all that matters.” He smiles and nuzzles him.

He smiles happily and nuzzles him back.

He rubs his back and smiles happily.

He relaxes against him. “Ready?”

“Yup.” He nods.

He smiles happily and takes his hand. “Lets go.”

He smiles and follows him out, carrying their bags to the car. “We’re going to meet them at the resort, yeah?”

“Yeah, I believe so.” Sherlock smiles, already seeming more comfortable.

“Good.” Greg puts their bags in the boot and opens Sherlock’s door for him. “Your chariot, Sir.” He grins that endearing boyish grin.

Sherlock blushes brightly and smiles shyly. “Thank you, sir.”

Greg smiles and shuts Sherlock’s door after he gets in before going to his side. He gets in and starts the car, headed to the resort.

He smiles as they drive to the resort, excited.

John texts Sherlock as James drives and Mycroft sits in the passenger seat. **Headed to the resort. You two on your way?—JW**

Sherlock smiles.
**We’re on our way, yes.–SH**

**Excited?—JW**

**Very.–SH**

**See you soon.—JW**

**Cant wait.–SH**

John chuckles softly and smiles. “They’re on their way.” He says from the back seat.

Mycroft hums. “Brilliant. We should be there soon.”

John hums happily and smiles.

They soon pull up to the resort.

John gets out and gets their things from the boot.

Mycroft helps him, checking in at the desk, having gotten themselves a room.

James and John follow Mycroft up to the room.

Mycroft hums as he opens the door to their suite with a connecting room. “I changed their reservation to the room connected to ours.”

“Always thinking, love.” John chuckles and sets their bags down with James.

He hums. “Of course. When are they getting here?”

“Soon. I don’t think they were to far behind us.”

He hums and nods. “Brilliant.”

He smiles and flops back into the bed, relaxing.

Mycroft gets himself a glass of water, sitting on the couch.

James joins Mycroft on the couch. “Nobody wants to join me on the bed? Fine fine. I’ll have it all to myself.” John pretends to pout and rolls around on the bed.

Mycroft chuckles, getting up. “Don’t be such a prick.”

“What are you saying? You love my prick.” John smirks up at him.

“Mm, I do, yes.” He crawls into bed with him.

He grins and straddles him. “What else do you love?” He tips his head to the side.

He hums, holding his hips. “Mm, I love your chest, how toned you are.”

“Yeah?” He blushes a bit and flexes for him.

He smiles softly. “Mm.. yes, I do.. I love your body..”

He smiles and leans in, kissing him happily.

He kisses him back, humming.

He hums happily and nuzzles him.

He nuzzles him back. “Mm.. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He blushes and smiles.

He smiles softly, leaning in to kiss him.

He hums happily and kisses him back.

He smiles and relaxes. “Mm, they should be here soon.”

“Good.” He smiles softly and cuddles into him.

“We should shower before they get here, hm?”

“Alright.” He nods.

Mycroft gets up to start the shower.

John follows him.

He strips and smiles and John and James join him.

They strip Mycroft down and pull him into the shower with them.

He blushes and smiles shyly.

James smiles softly and kisses Mycroft.

Mycroft kisses him back softly.

James pulls him close as they kiss, running soapy hands over his body.

He blushes and relaxes under his touch.

He smiles softly and kisses the tip of his nose as he washes him

Mycroft blushes and smiles shyly.

James smiles and nuzzles him as John washes his hair.

He smiles and nuzzles him back. “I love you..”

“I love you, too.” He smiles and kisses his face.

He smiles happily and kisses him back.

He hums happily and smiles against his lips.

He smiles and nuzzles him softly.

He nuzzles him back and relaxes.

He smiles as he rinses out his hair.

They finish up showering

Mycroft gets them all towels.

“Thank you, love.” John smiles and James kisses Mycroft in thanks as they dry off.

Mycroft smiles and wraps his towel around his waist. “Mm, of course, loves.”

They follow him out of the bathroom to get dressed.

Sherlock calls Mycroft as they get there.

“Hello?” Mycroft answers the phone.

“We’ve just arrived.”

“Brilliant.” Mycroft goes to the door that connects their rooms and opens it, knocking on their door.

Sherlock smiles as he opens the door, blushing a bit as he anticipates their reactions to how he looks.

“Well look at you.” Mycroft smiles as he comes in with John and James.

He blushes brighter and smiles shyly. “Like it?”

“It’s very nice.” Mycroft smiles. “Let’s have a turn.” John smiles.

He blushes and turns for them.

“Very handsome.” James smiles and kisses his forehead.

He blushes brighter and smiles shyly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Then again I always think you look handsome but now you look more confident. And confidence is sexy.” He grins.

He smiles softly, feeling a lot more confident.

He smiles and nuzzles him.

“When did you get here?”

“Leas than an hour ago.”

He nods. “Good. We weren’t too far behind, then.”

“Nope. Perfect timing.” James smiles.

He blushes and smiles. “Have you lot eaten?”

“No not yet. Have you?”

“Breakfast, but that’s all.”

“Let’s go eat then.”

He smiles and nods.

They go down to eat.

“Mm, what should we eat?”

“Do you want to try the restaurant in the resort or go into the little town?” Greg asks.

“Lets eat here.”

Greg nods and leads them to the restaurant.

Sherlock smiles as they get a table.

Greg smiles and sits next to Sherlock.

Sherlock relaxes against him.

He hums softly and rubs his back as they look at the menu.

“Mm. Anything look good?”

“This steak sandwich. What about you?”

“I think the BLT.”

“Mm yeah that sounds good.”

He hums and nods, swinging his legs a bit in his seat, excited that they’re all together.

Mycroft smiles softly as he notices how happy Sherlock is that they’re all there.

They all order their food.

“So what is there to do at this resort please?” James asks, never having been to a resort before.

Sherlock smiles. “There’s a ton of stuff to do here. They have a pool and hot tub, yoga, a sauna, a spa, a game room and a lot more stuff.”

“Oh wow.” James smiles.

“There’s so much stuff we can do.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirks, teasing him.

He blushes brightly at his smirk and his tone. “Y-Yes.”

Greg smiles softly as he watches them.

“What do you guys wanna do first?”

“Well first I think we should have a talk for Gregory’s sake.” Mycroft hums.

Sherlock blushes and nods. “Right.”

“Yeah so Umm.. what is this?” Greg asks, blushing a bit.

Sherlock bites his lip. “Should we.. talk about this in the room?”

“Sure. After we eat.” Greg nods as their food comes.

Sherlock nods as he starts to eat.

Greg nudges him gently and smiles softly before he starts eating, not wanting him to be nervous.

He blushes a bit and nods, his nervousness melting.

He eats Sherlock relaxes he eats, humming happily.

Sherlock eats happily.

They all chat as they eat.

They soon finish. Mycroft puts the bill on his room charge.

They go back up the the rooms to talk.

Sherlock sits on the bed, still a bit nervous.

“It’s alright, love.” Greg runs his fingers through Sherlock’s hair.

He blushes and nods, trying to relax.

“So tell me what this is. What you want.” He says softly, knowing the other will chime in.

Sherlock blushes. “I.. erm.. I used to be in a relationship with John and James. I’ve always had a certain.. relationship with Mycroft.”

“Why used to be? And do you want to again?” Greg asks as he sits next to Sherlock, taking things one bit at a time.

Sherlock bites his lip. “We worked together. Wouldn’t have been prudent. And I ah..” he hesitates. “I would. But I won’t if you just want it to be you and me.”

“I want you to be happy. You make me very happy. If all of us together can make you happier I don’t see how that’s a bad thing.” Greg says softly and runs his fingers through Sherlock’s hair.

He blushes brightly, nudging his head into his hand.

“Would you like that? If we were together?” Greg asks as he plays with his hair.

He blushes and nods.

“Alright.” He nods and kisses his forehead softly.

He blushes brightly.

He smiles and nuzzles him.

He smiles shyly and nuzzles him back.

“I love you.” He says softly.

“I love you too..” He mumbles softly, smiling.

He smiles and kisses him softly.

He kisses him back softly.

Greg smiles and nuzzles him. “Anything else we need to talk about?”

He blushes and shrugs, looking to the others.

“I think that’s it.” John hums.

He looks back up to Greg.

Greg smiles and rubs his back. “How about we go pick out something fun to do?” He asks, wanting a chance to get to know the others.

He smiles and hums softly. “Yeah, lets go see what there is to do.”

Greg smiles and follows them out, holding Sherlock’s hand.

Sherlock smiles as they go to the lobby to see what they can do.

“They have horse back riding, Sherlock.” Mycroft says as he reads the list. “Of course you would pick the most prat-ish thing on the bloody list.” John teases and kisses Mycroft.

Sherlock blushes and smiles happily. “They have a beach we can go to.”

“I’ve never actually been to a beach.” Greg blushes a bit.
He smiles. “Lets go, then!”

“Alright.” He chuckles.

They all get changed, Sherlock keeping his shirt on.

“Are we going to build sandcastles?” Greg chuckles, holding Sherlock’s hand.

Sherlock blushes. “Can we? We can have a contest.”

“Okay.” Greg smiles and kisses him, leading him down to the sand.

Sherlock kisses him back happily, following him.

“Oh wow..” Greg says as he looks out onto the ocean.

Sherlock smiles. “I’m sure they have sports here too.”

“Great.” Greg smiles happily and squeezes Sherlock’s hand excitedly.

“I know you, John and James love sports. John and James played rugby at university, just like you.”

“Really?” Greg smiles, looking to John and James who nod.

Sherlock smiles, seeing them starting to get comfortable with each other.

“Were you any good?” Greg teases. “Oh keep that up and we’ll have to straighten your area out.” James smirks and John laughs. Greg blushes and chuckles.

Sherlock smiles. “John was captain.”

“Ah so very good then.” Greg smiles. “In more ways than one.” John winks and Greg blushes. John and James chuckle, liking how easy it is to make Greg blush.

Sherlock grins as he watches Greg blush at their words.

Mycroft smiles and rubs Sherlock’s back as John and James tease Greg. “I think they’re warming up to each other.” Mycroft smiles softly.

Sherlock smiles and relaxes back against him. “Mm, yes, I think so.” He blushes a bit. “Oh.. erm.. thank you for the new binder.”

“Of course. I know Greg got you one or two but I thought you could use a little variety.” Mycroft smiles softly.

He blushes and smiles shyly, nodding.

“I know you have my card. You can go out and buy whatever you need. I don’t mind.” He chuckles.

He blushes brighter and smiles, moving a bit to hug him. “Thank you, Mikey.”

“Of course, bee.” He smiles softly and hugs him. “Oh I also have a swim shirt for you if you want to go in the water. It won’t get stuck to you as much as a regular shirt.”

He smiles. “You got me a swim binder?”

He blushes a bit and nods. “It took me a bit longer than I thought to find a good one that would work with your preferences but I think it’ll work for you.” He smiles.

He smiles happily and leans up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re very welcome, bee.” He smiles and kisses his forehead. “Wanna try it on? It’s in the towel bag.”

He smiles and nods, digging through the towel bag to find it.

Mycroft chuckles and smiles, setting out the blanket.

Sherlock smiles as he comes out, wearing the swimming binder.

“What do you think?” Mycroft smiles as he looks at him.

“I love it. Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome. It looks great.”

He blushes and smiles shyly.

“You look great.” He smiles.

He blushes brighter, ducking his head. “Thank you..”

He smiles softly and squeezes his hand gently.

He smiles happily. “Are you gonna swim?”

“Mm I suppose if you do I might as well.” He smiles.

He smiles and squeezes his hand. “Let’s go.”

Mycroft smiles and follows him to the water, leaving Greg to play ball in the sand with John and James.

Sherlock smiles as he gets into the water.

“Cold cold cold.” Mycroft squeaks.

Sherlock shivers and moves to hold onto Mycroft.

Mycroft holds him close. “If we dunk under it’ll be easier. Rip it off like a bandage.”

He grins and shifts to dunk him under.

He grabs Sherlock and dunks them both under at the same time. “Oh my god. Oh my god. That was not good. It didn’t help. I think my balls flew back up into my body.” He shivers as they come back up.

He grins. “Want me to check?”

“Only if you warm them up and coax them back out.” He laughs.

He blushes a bit. “Yeah?”

He pulls Sherlock close and kisses him softly. “Whatever you want.”

He blushes and kisses him back, moving his hand down his chest.

“I only want you to do what you’re comfortable with, Okay?” He holds him close, kissing his neck softly.

He blushes and nods, rubbing his chest softly. “I know, Mikey..”

“Then I’m all yours, bee..” He says softly, relaxing into his touch.

He blushes and leans in to kiss him softly.

He kisses him back softly, holding him close.

“Can I..?” He blushes as his fingers dip into his swimming shorts.

“Please.” He blushes and nods.

He lets his hand slip under the elastic band, wrapping around his cock.

Mycroft gasps as his cock twitches.

Sherlock shifts a bit to kiss him, tightening his hand around his cock.

Mycroft whimpers and kisses him back needy, his cock getting hard in Sherlock’s hand despite the cold water.

He reaches down to fondle his balls, smirking a bit. “Mm, they’re still there..” He teases.

“Mm Mmhmm.” He mewls, hips rocking into his hand a bit.

“No snarky comeback? You’re losing your touch, Mycroft.” He teases, leaning in to nip at his throat.

“The only touch I’m afraid of losing right now is yours around my cock.” He mumbles, head tipping back.

He chuckles softly, sucking on his neck. He strokes him slowly.

He moans breathily and holds onto Sherlock.

He slowly picks up the pace.

“Lock.” He whimpers, getting close.

“Come, Mikey..” He begs quietly, stroking him faster.

He moans and comes hard on command.

He kisses him deeply as he comes, swallowing his moans.

He whimpers and kisses him back deeply.

He smiles as he pulls back. “Mm..”

He blushes and smiles. “When we go back to the hotel I’m going to suck you off. Barring any objections of course.”

He blushes and nods.

“Do you like it to be called something else?” He nuzzles him, knowing his ex from Uni used to like it when he called his clit a cock and such.

He nods. “I.. I like it to be called a cock.”

“Okay.” He smiles softly and nuzzles him.

He blushes and nuzzles him back.

“Anything else you want me to know?” He rubs his back.

He blushes. “I.. I want to get top surgery.”

“Okay.” He smiles softly.

“I didn’t want to ask but.. would you help pay for it?”

“Of course I will. I’ll handle everything. Have you had an appointment yet?”

He blushes. “No, I haven’t found a surgeon yet.”

“I’ll take care of it then.” He smiles softly, knowing he’ll get Sherlock the best surgeon out there.

He blushes. “Thank you, Mikey..”

“Of course, bee.” He smiles and nuzzles him.

He smiles softly and leans up to kiss him.

He holds him close and kisses him back softly.

“I love you, Mikey..”

“I love you, too, bee..”

He smiles and nuzzles him. “Should we go check on the others?”

“Sure.” Mycroft smiles and leads Sherlock back up to the sand. Greg huffs as James tackles him to the sand. He laughs and looks at James before blushing up at him, still pinned under him.

James grins down at him. “Mm, didn’t think you’d be the submissive type.” He teases.

Greg’s demeanor changes in a second. He smirks and hooks his leg around James’ and bucks her hips, flipping them over with James on his back. “Didn’t think you’d be that wavy to take over.” He smirks down at him, pinning James’ wrists above his head as he sits on his hips to keep him down.

James blushes as he looks up at him, licking his lips. “Mm.. I like a challenge.”

“Well I’ve never been easy so you’re in for a treat.” Greg smirks and grinds down against him teasingly.

James groans and rocks up against him.

“That’s what I thought.” Greg smirks and rocks with him, teasing him.

James smirks as he sees John coming closer, keeping Greg’s attention on himself.

“What? You’ve got nothing to say?” Greg smirks, completely focused on James.

John smirks as he rests his hand on Greg’s arse, squeezing.

Greg gasps and blushes brightly as he presses back into his hands a bit.

“Mm, what have I stumbled on to?”

“I think you very well know.” Greg mumbles, trying to hold onto his dominance as he rocks between John’s hands and down against James.

He grins a bit and squeezes a bit more. “Mm, it seems like you’re trying to stay dominant. And failing.”

He gasps and arches. He turns his head and pulls John closer by the back of his neck, kissing him deeply and pushing his tongue into John’s mouth.

John groans and kisses him back deeply, sucking on his tongue as he rubs his arse.

Greg moans and arches, pressing back for more. “Are you gonna do more than just grope me?” He pushes at Johns dominance.

John growls and spanks Greg’s arse. “Someone’s mouthy.”

Greg gasps and whimpers, straying ro break.

“I think we should take you back to the room and see where it goes from there, yeah?” He smirks, rubbing his arse.

“Yeah.” He blushes and nods.

He gets off of him and smirks. “Come on, then.”

He get off of James and follows them.

Sherlock and Mycroft follow closely behind.

Greg tries to hide how excited he is but his swim trunks don’t help one bit.

Sherlock grins when he sees how excited Greg is.

Greg blushes as he catches Sherlock’s eye, smiling shyly.

Sherlock smiles, licking his lips when he sees the bulge in his shorts.

Greg’s cock twitches when he sees Sherlock lick his lips.

They soon get back up to their room.

Greg blushes as he looks at James and John.

James licks his lips. “Mm, what to do with you?”

“Whatever you want.” Greg looks at him, not bothering to hide the bugle in his trunks anymore.

He smirks. “Have you ever been fucked, Greg?”

He blushes brightly and shakes his head. “No. I haven’t.”

“Would you like to?”

“I think so.” He blushes and nods.

“If not, I’m sure that Mycroft would love to have your cock in his arse.”

He blushes and licks his lips, both options sounding good.

He leans in to kiss him softly. “We’ll work on you learning to take it later. Give it to Mycroft.”

Greg blushes and nods, kissing James back.

He smiles softly and pulls back a bit, nodding to Mycroft. Mycroft blushes as he goes closer to Greg and James.

Greg smiles shyly as he looks at Mycroft.

Mycroft blushes. “Yes, sir?”

Greg looks to Sherlock to make sure it’s really okay with him.

Sherlock blushes and nods, letting Greg know it’s okay.

Greg blushes and nods. He goes to Mycroft and takes his hand. “Can I kiss you?”

Mycroft blushes and nods. “Please..”

Greg cups his jaw in his hands and kisses him softly, slowly deepening it.

Mycroft gasps softly and closes his eyes, melting into the kiss.

Greg’s hand travels down Mycroft’s back squeezing his arse as he kisses him.

He gasps and presses back against his hands, opening his mouth for Greg.

He kisses over his jaw and down his neck. “I want to watch you stretch yourself for me.”

He blushes and nods. “Yes, sir.”

“On the bed, handsome.” He smirks a bit.

He blushes brighter and climbs onto the bed, spreading his legs.

He kisses him and hands him the lube. “I want to see what you like. What makes you feel good.” He mumbles against his lips.

He mewls against his lips, nodding. “Yes, sir.” He takes the lube, stripping himself and slicking his fingers.

“Good boy.” He smiles and watches him.

He blushes at the praise, easing a finger into himself.

He rubs his thighs and kisses the insides of his knees as he watches him.

He blushes and mewls softly, making quick work of stretching himself.

Greg hovers over him and kisses him deeply.

Mycroft moans as he kisses him back deeply.

“Let me see if you stretched yourself enough.” Greg nips at his lip.

He mewls and nods, taking his fingers out.

He kisses him softly and pushes two fingers into him before adding a third. “Good boy. You did such a good job.”

He blushes and mewls, kissing him back and rocking against his fingers.

“Do you want my cock, baby?” He rocks his fingers slowly and nips at his lips.

“Please, sir.”

He takes his fingers out slowly and slicks his cock.

Mycroft spreads his legs wider for him, ignoring the strain it puts on himself.

Greg kisses him softly. “Relax, baby. Just relax.” He rubs his leg not wanting him to hurt himself.

He blushes and whimpers softly as he relaxes his legs, bringing them back to a comfortable position.

“There you go. Good boy.” He smiles softly and nuzzles him.

He blushes and mewls, trying to turn his head to kiss him.

He leans in and kisses him softly as he pushes into him slowly.

He gasps and moans as Greg fills him.

“Breathe, baby.” He kisses his neck and stills, letting Mycroft adjust.

He whimpers softly as he relaxes.

“Good boy. Such a good boy.” He praises softly and slowly rocks his hips.

He blushes at the praise and gasps as Greg rocks into him. “Oh yes..”

Greg holds his hips and sets a steady pace.

Mycroft wraps his legs around Greg’s waist, pulling him in deeper.

“Mm you like it deep?” Greg smirks and presses deeper as he thrusts.

He gasps and moans loudly, throwing his head back. “God, yes!”

He grips his hips and fucks him harder.

He cries out as he comes hard suddenly.

He groans and comes hard into him.

He gasps as he’s filled.

He holds him close, kissing his neck and chest softly.

He blushes and mewls, relaxing against Greg.

“Mm you were lovely.. Was it okay?” Greg nuzzles him and rubs his back.

He smiles shyly and nods. “Brilliant..”

“Good.” He smiles softly.

He leans in to kiss him softly.

He kisses him back gently, holding him close.

He relaxes against him, closing his eyes.

Greg smiles softly and looks to Sherlock.

Sherlock is blushing brightly, panting a bit.

Greg smirks and licks his lips as he looks at him.

He blushes and smiles shyly.

He hums softly and smiles.

“That was.. brilliant..”

“Mm it was.” John smirks.
Sherlock blushes and crawls over to John and James, eyeing their cocks. He looks back at Greg for permission.

Greg smiles and nods, wanting Sherlock to enjoy.

He blushes and nods, leaning in to lick at James’ cock, purposefully ignoring John to work him up.

“Oh good boy.” James moans and holds his head. John growls softly as he watches.

Sherlock moans as he slowly takes his cock into his mouth, eyes locked on John.

“Tease.” John licks his lips and James groans.

He blushes and takes James deeper into his mouth.

James moans and his hips rock a bit.

He moans around his cock, shaking his arse a bit to tease John.

John smirks and squeezes his arse. “Look at you acting like a little slut:”

He moans louder and pushes his arse back against his hand.

He smirks and spanks him.

He gasps and arches, rocking his hips back for more.

He chuckles and sparks him again. “Mm you like being spammed as you suck my cock, baby?” James smirks.

He moans loudly around his cock, doing his best to nod.

James smirks and rocks into his mouth as John sparks him again, harder than the last.

He gags a bit around James, wanting to be filled.

“Mm I think we should fuck him.” James smirks. “I think that’s a brilliant idea.” John grabs the lube so he can stretch Sherlock.

Sherlock pulls back a bit and off James’ cock, pressing his face to the bed and raising his arse for John.

John smirks and eases a lubed finger into his arse as he rubs his clit teasingly.

He gasps and moans breathily, rocking back against his finger.

He rocks his finger slowly and James moves down, eating Sherlock out as John fingers him.

 

Sherlock moans loudly, gripping the sheets tightly and rocking his hips.

John adds another finger as James licks his clit.

Sherlock mewls and gets wetter against James’ tongue.

James groans and laps up his wetness as John rocks his fingers.

“Please, please, please.” Sherlock whimpers and begs.

John adds a third finger and rocks them.

Sherlock moans breathily. “God, just fuck me already.” He huffs impatiently.

“Yeah yeah.” John chuckles and finally pulls his fingers out.

He whines a bit at the emptiness.

“Mm who should fuck you, baby?” James moves and kisses him.

He blushes. “Don’t care..”

James lays him back and kisses him deeply. “Spread your legs for me, gorgeous.”

He mewls against his lips, spreading his legs.

He holds his legs and pushes into him slowly.

He gasps and moans breathily as James fills him.

“Good boy.” He groans, slowly sinking all the way into him.

He gasps and mewls. “Want both of you..” He whimpers.

“Mm where do you want me?” John smirks, wanting to hear him say it.

He blushes and whimpers. “In my arse.. with James. Please.”

James stretches Sherlock more as John rocks into him slowly before pushing in along side John into Sherlock.

Sherlock gasps and moans loudly as they both stretch him.

John and James rock into him slowly, groaning as they fuck him together.

His gasps are nearly inaudible, the pleasure overriding his mind.

They presses kisses to his skin, whispering softly to him.
Sherlock holds onto them, rocking with them.

They move slowly, letting him feel every slide.

He gasps breathily as he feels them move inside him, trembling a bit as he gets close to coming already.

“Come, baby. Let go.”

Sherlock cries out as he comes hard.

They groan and come had into him.

Sherlock gasps and mewls breathily as he’s filled.

They pull out of him slowly.

He mewls and relaxes against the bed.

They pepper him with kisses.

He blushes brightly under them.

They cuddle him, whispering sweet things to him as they hold him.

Sherlock easily falls asleep between them.

They fall asleep holding him.

Mycroft snuggles against Greg.

Greg smiles softly and holds Mycroft close. “Okay?” He asks softly.

He blushes and nods. “Brilliant..”

“Good.” He smiles and kisses his head.

He smiles softly. “I’m glad you’re alright with this..”

“It took a bit of getting used to.” He smiles a bit, still a little unsure.

“Your needs are just as important as any of ours.”

“I know.. It’s just.. This is the first time I’ve done anything like this..”

“We only have to do what you’re comfortable with. Even if that means stopping.”

He bites his lip and nods.

“And we can go as slow as you want. Go on proper dates.”

“Okay..”

He kisses his chest softly.

He blushes and smiles softly.

“Thank you for taking care of Sherlock..”

“I.. I love him. Of course I’d take care of him.”

He smiles softly. “I’m glad he’s got someone like you.”

“Mm now you’ve got someone like me as well.” He nuzzles him.

He blushes at that. “Oh..”

“Is that okay?” He asks softly.

“More than okay.” He smiles shyly.

“Good.” He blushes and smiles.

He cuddles up against him, closing his eyes.

He holds him close, smiling softly.

He quickly falls asleep.

Greg falls asleep with him.