SHERLOCK

COME WHAT MAY

A series of one-shots about Sherlock, John, Mycroft and Greg. Any prompts are welcome. Multiple pairings. Rated M for... well, probably everything.

Author's Note:

Pairing: Multiple pairings.

About: Just random stories I come up with about our favourite boys. Any prompts are welcome. There is no chronological order to these stories. There will be sex and fighting and alcohol consumption and cigarette smoke and generally any kinkiness I or others come up with. So yeah, you've been warned!

The love pairings are Sherlock/John and Mycroft/Greg. The sex pairings are any.

Ownership: Original characters are owned by Arthur Conan Doyle, these versions are owned by Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss. I just get to play.

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Title: Everyone But John

Main Pairing: Mycroft/John

Other: Mycroft/Greg, Sherlock/John, mentions of Sherlock/Greg, John/Greg and Sherlock/Mycroft

About: Mycroft has never been with John. Doctor Watson bets Greg he can resist Mycroft for one whole week... oh, how wrong he was!

Warning: Mentioned Holmescest, very small d/s themes, a very small amount of pain play

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'Wait, so how many people have you slept with?' Greg asked. He, Mycroft, John and Sherlock were all sitting in 221B enjoying food, alcohol, and random conversations.

John shrugged. 'Dunno, haven't kept count.'

'How many men?' Greg asked.

John slurped his beer and tilted his head to think. 'Erm... about seven. First guy was when I was seventeen; I wanted to try it, you know, experiment. Well it was awful so I didn't try again till I was about twenty or so. Then some guys in the army. And now you and Sherlock, of course.' John turned to grin at his boyfriend, Sherlock returning the smile.

'What about you, Sherlock?'

'I don't keep count,' the genius said.

'It'd go into the triple digits,' Mycroft murmured from behind his wine glass.

Sherlock glared at him. 'You're one to talk! You have slept with each and every person I have!' He paused. 'Except John.'

Greg smiled at his partner. 'You've slept with everyone Sherlock has?'

'Of course,' Mycroft said before pausing. 'Except the women.'

'Why not the women?' John asked.

Mycroft raised an eyebrow. 'Because... they're women.'

John chuckled and Greg smiled. 'So you're strictly a boy slut?'

Mycroft rolled his eyes. 'Honestly, Gregory.'

'Well you are,' Sherlock said. 'My brother has bedded all of my male partners simply to prove that he could. I told him when I was nineteen that I was better looking. He took that to mean, 'Dear brother, please have sex with the men I have to prove you are also handsome.''

John giggled and grabbed another slice of pizza.

'Well I haven't bedded John... yet,' Mycroft said and turned his eyes on the doctor.

'No!' Sherlock shouted.

'Why not?' Mycroft demanded. 'You and John are allowed to sleep with Gregory.'

Greg smiled as Sherlock said, 'You couldn't get John even if you tried.'

'Really?' Mycroft asked. It seemed he took Sherlock's sentence as a challange and gave John a predatory smile.

'Mycroft!' Sherlock shouted.

'Both of you calm down,' John said, opening a new beer. 'Sherlock, Mycroft is right. It's not fair that we get to sleep with Greg and he doesn't get to sleep with me.' He paused to sip his drink. 'I tell you what; I will try my best not to sleep with Mycroft but if I do... well, will you get mad?'

'Yes,' Sherlock said and crossed his arms.

'Will you break up with me?' John asked.

Even though they basically all had sex with each other, John and Sherlock were in love and Greg and Mycroft loved each other. The sex didn't affect their partnerships.

Sherlock scowled and mumbled, 'No.'

'Okay,' John said. 'So what happens, happens. But I promise to resist him as long as I can.'

'I give you a day,' Greg said, leaning back on the couch to smile at Mycroft. '24 hours, John. Seriously, he's quite extraordinary at getting men into bed.'

'I'll bet you fifty quid I make it a week,' John said.

Greg grinned and grabbed the doctor's hand. 'You're on. Be prepared to lose fifty pounds, Doctor Watson.'

'I'll make it a week,' John said. 'Seven whole days, starting tomorrow.'

But even Sherlock looked sceptical and Mycroft... Mycroft was downright grinning.

'I... Gregory, can I?' Mycroft asked suddenly.

Greg smiled. ''Course you can, as long as it doesn't affect us.' He paused. 'And seeing as how I'm fine with you fucking Sherlock, I don't think you with John will worry me too much.'

Mycroft's grin returned and he said, 'Excellent.'

'Dear lord,' Sherlock sighed and John chuckled.

-oOo-

John made it two days and that was only because Mycroft was working. He was alone in 221B, shuffling about in his dressing gown and yawning. He'd worked two days straight and was looking forward to some relaxation. Sherlock was at Bart's doing something or other with a corpse so John had the whole day to himself.

He went back into the living room with a cup of tea only to find Mycroft Holmes sitting on the couch. He was wearing a jet black suit and a light blue cashmere turtle neck, the collar loose and the colour highlighting his eyes perfectly. John had seen the man naked but never this... casual. The way he shifted to smile up at John was... shit, it was downright hot.

John suddenly realised he shouldn't have made that bet with Greg. The way Mycroft was looking at him made his skin tingle and the man hadn't even said two words.

'John, good afternoon,' Mycroft said softly, voice layered with so much appeal John nearly whimpered. Jesus Christ, he could see why all of Sherlock's partners had slept with him. Mycroft and Sherlock... they had a way about them, something manic and dangerous and so fucking hot you couldn't help but want to rip your clothes off and mount them.

'Er... h-hi,' John managed.

Mycroft smiled as John sat heavily in his arm chair. 'How are you today, John?'

'Tired,' John said quickly, 'just looking at going back to bed.'

Mycroft's smile widened. 'Is that so? Do you want some company?'

John gulped. 'N-no,' he said. 'I'm... tired.' The last word sounded so pathetically weak, even to John's ears.

'Hmm,' Mycroft murmured, brushing a hand along his leg. John watched the movement, watched the elder Holmes' manicured nails scrape along his crotch. 'Are you quite sure?'

'No,' John said breathlessly, eyes wide, tea forgotten on the coffee table.

'Good,' Mycroft whispered and stood. John followed his movements, swallowing convulsively as Mycroft approached him. He stood before the doctor, body lean and very tall.

'Er...' John managed.

Suddenly Mycroft was sitting on him, pushing their crotches together. John moaned loudly, already half-hard from Mycroft's words. Mycroft grabbed the belt of John's dressing gown and threaded it through his long, pale fingers.

'W-what are you doing?' John managed to ask.

'Oh, just admiring this gown,' Mycroft said, voice dripping with lust. 'It's quite nice.'

'Y-yeah.'

It seemed John was going to spend the entire afternoon stuttering. Mycroft smiled and looked up at him from beneath long lashes, eyes the brightest blue John had ever seen. He now knew why Greg had sex with him, why Sherlock had sex with him. Right at that moment Mycroft was the epitome of sex-appeal.

'What do you want, John?' Mycroft asked.

'You,' John said without hesitation.

'Oh?' Mycroft asked. 'I thought you were going to resist me. Perhaps I should go.'

'No!' John shouted. 'No, please don't!'

Mycroft smirked and undid the belt, letting John's dressing gown fall free. Mycroft's right hand came up to stroke John's chest, circling a nipple and making John shiver.

'I thought you were going to at least try making it a week,' Mycroft murmured.

'I c-can't,' John moaned as Mycroft tweaked his nipple.

'Oh, I know,' Mycroft said, 'but I thought this would be harder.'

He leaned forward and sucked back on John's neck, the doctor pushing up to thrust their crotches together. Many, many incoherent noises left John's mouth as Mycroft's very talented tongue licked at his neck before moving down to his collar bone.

'N-no,' John whimpered, fast losing control of himself.

'Why not?' Mycroft asked.

'I have a b-boyfriend.'

Mycroft smiled seductively and whispered, 'I've fucked your boyfriend, John. And he's fucked me too.' John gulped. 'You watched, remember? Do you remember me taking Sherlock on the floor? You must remember, you and Greg were moaning so loudly.'

'Jesus Christ,' John groaned.

'Yes, that was it,' Mycroft said softly. 'You said that a lot that night, John.'

John squeezed his eyes shut, memories of Mycroft fucking Sherlock into the floor assaulting his mind. He knew it was wrong, they were brothers. But it was so hot, so very good to see the two Holmeses getting along. John knew it was more than just about sex with them; it was about connecting with the only person who knew how their minds worked, the only person who understood what it was like to live with a Holmes brain. It was still wrong but so fucking hot; they really had twisted John and Greg.

Suddenly Mycroft was standing and John whimpered in protest. But then Mycroft was dragging him up and their lips connected in a fierce, hot kiss. John moaned loudly as Mycroft's tongue plundered his mouth, exploring thoroughly and making John go weak in the knees.

Mycroft drew his arms around John's shoulders and slipped the gown from him. Suddenly John was naked, his erection standing tall against his stomach. Mycroft pulled away from John's lips and looked down, smirking.

'Oh, John,' he said softly. 'Just for me?'

'Uh huh,' was all John managed.

Mycroft dropped to his knees and licked his lips before taking John's cock in his mouth, sucking back and twirling his tongue around the slit.

'Oh my fucking God,' John groaned. Sherlock and Mycroft took giving blow jobs to a whole new level. It was like an art form. Mycroft's lips, his tongue, his teeth and his hands... they were magic, beautiful, bringing so much pleasure to John the doctor fell back to sit in the arm chair.

His cock slipped from Mycroft's mouth, the politician tutting. 'Honestly, John. Gregory can stay standing now. Hasn't Sherlock taught you that? Or is he not as good as me?'

John had enough brain function to glare at Mycroft. 'Sherlock is excellent, thank you very much!' he snarled. 'Better than you!'

Mycroft just smirked. 'We'll see,' he said and stood. He grabbed John, hauling the doctor to his feet and grabbing the dressing gown before leading John upstairs to his and Sherlock's bedroom. There he made John get on his knees, the shorter man's face now inches from his cock.

Mycroft unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. He pulled out his cock, palming the heavy flesh and stroking in long, precise movements. Like his brother, Mycroft was well endowed, and John's mouth watered as he licked his lips, the smell of man and Mycroft and pre-ejaculate filling his nostrils.

'What do you want, John?'

'Fuck my mouth.'

'Fuck my mouth what?' Mycroft asked.

John licked his lips again before looking up at the politician. 'Fuck my mouth... sir.'

Mycroft smiled. He looked so very hot, standing there still dressed with his cock out, John on his knees, naked. Mycroft was truly in control of this very steamy situation.

'Very good, John.'

Suddenly he grabbed John by the back of the head and forced his cock in, John choking before his jaw adjusted to let Mycroft in. He moaned loudly as Mycroft thrust in and out in short, swift movements, allowing the doctor to get used to the invasion.

His shaft was hot and heavy in John's mouth, come leaking down the back of his throat. John lifted his hands and secured them to Mycroft's trousered hips, fingers digging in and drawing Mycroft closer.

Mycroft watched John as he fucked his mouth, both hands now on either side of John's head. He held on tightly as he upped his movements, his cock pushing into the back of John's throat and cutting off his air supply.

John breathed through his nose, sucking in air every time Mycroft drew out. Mycroft continued to fuck his mouth relentlessly, grunting in his efforts. John just moaned and did his best to lick at Mycroft's cock and hollow his cheeks. He knew he could take this; he and Sherlock had spent many, many hours perfecting John's ability to give an unbelievable blow-job. But this was Mycroft Holmes; the man wasn't even close to coming.

Suddenly he pulled out and John whined before he was dragged to his feet. Once again Mycroft kissed him hotly, tongue swirling in John's mouth, tasting the doctor and his own pre-come.

They broke part with a wet sucking noise, staring at each other with lust blown eyes. Mycroft smiled and pushed John onto the bed.

Slowly (painstakingly fucking slowly!), Mycroft removed his clothes until he was completely naked, standing in front of John. Of course the doctor had seen him naked before but it was completely different this time around; this time Mycroft was naked just for him.

Mycroft palmed his heavy cock, stroking in long, smooth motions. John gulped as he watched Mycroft masturbate.

'What do you want, John?' Mycroft asked again, voice husky with lust.

'You,' John answered immediately.

'Is that so?' Mycroft hummed. He grabbed John's cock suddenly and the doctor groaned loudly as Mycroft jerked his shaft, fingers making John's skin tingle and ache.

'P-please,' John found himself begging. He needed Mycroft right then and there; enough of this fucking touching bullshit!

Mycroft could read the thoughts on John's face and he grinned. 'Do you want to fuck me, John?'

'Yes!' John moaned.

'Yes...?'

'Yes sir,' John corrected himself.

'Why?'

'B-because,' John said. He whimpered when Mycroft withdrew his hand.

'That's not the right answer, John.'

'Erm...' John murmured, trying to think of a suitable answer.

Mycroft leaned forward suddenly and hissed in John's ear, 'You want to fuck me because I want you to fuck me!' John moaned. 'Do you understand, John?'

'Uh huh.'

Mycroft grabbed John by the back of the head, forcing the doctor to look at him. 'What was that?' he hissed, fingers tightening painfully in John's hair.

'Y-yes... s-sir,' John managed.

'You're going to fuck me because that's what I want!' Mycroft growled.

John had heard this before; had heard Mycroft scream it at Greg and Sherlock. But now it was directed at him... and Jesus fucking Christ was it hot.

'O-okay,' John said and swallowed, 'sir.'

Mycroft smiled and grabbed John's dressing gown. He made John lie down on the bed before pulling the belt of the gown free. He wrapped it around John's wrists, tying them together before securing them to the headboard. Mycroft bound him tightly, skin already chaffing and adding a small spear of pleasure to John's already aching body.

He stood back to marvel at his work, eyes slowly working up and down John's shaking form. John needed Mycroft right then and there but, like his brother, Mycroft liked to take his time and get exactly what he wanted.

He started with John's cock, stroking for a few minutes and making John's balls tighten. But he pulled back before John could climax, earning a whine from the good doctor. He smirked and scratched a hand down John's front, the shorter man arching up and trying to get Mycroft's nails to dig deeper into his skin.

'Ah, ah,' Mycroft tutted, pushing John down. 'Do I have to restrain you even more?'

'Yes, sir,' John begged.

Mycroft smiled. 'No, I don't think I will.' John groaned. 'I won't because I don't want to,' Mycroft said pleasantly before sliding onto the bed. Everything he did was graceful, precise, and John felt himself grow even more aroused.

The elder Holmes licked a trail down the red marks on John's torso, starting at his neck and moving right down to his belly button. Again John tried to arch up, to push into the contact, but Mycroft was sitting on his legs, pinning them to the mattress. All John could do was fight against the belt, wrists aching and burning.

'You're being very naughty, John,' Mycroft tutted. 'Honestly, why does Sherlock put up with you?'

'I fuck his brains out,' John said. 'Sir.'

Mycroft chuckled. 'I do love a smartarse sub,' he said. 'But I'll break you.'

John eyed him carefully. 'I doubt it, sir,' he said, adding as much sarcasm as he could to the last word. Really he wanted Mycroft to break him; to make John beg and do whatever the elder man wanted. But he wanted to make Mycroft work for it.

Of course Mycroft could see the truth and he laughed loudly. 'Oh, John, John, John,' he said and leaned down to bite at John's skin, leaving a nice red mark across one rib. 'I'm going to make you beg.'

Please do, John thought as Mycroft took a nipple between his teeth, tongue swirling over the small nub.

Mycroft made a bottle of lube appear out of nowhere and slicked his right hand up before slowly working his pinkie finger into John's arse, thrusting back and forth into the tight passage. John squirmed on the bed, Mycroft's finger too small to do anything but annoy him.

'M-Mycroft...'

'Yes, John?' Mycroft asked, looking up as he lapped at John's other nipple. 'Are you begging?'

John stared at him defiantly. 'No, sir.'

He chuckled. 'How about now?' Mycroft worked his second smallest finger into John's arse, the doctor's muscles now stretching to accommodate more.

'N-no,' John said, voice cracking as Mycroft violated him, 's-sir.'

'How unfortunate,' Mycroft said pleasantly. He withdrew his fingers but jammed his index, middle, and second smallest finger back in, John now shouting in pain and pleasure. He moved quickly, twisting to work John's arse open.

John writhed about beneath Mycroft's talented fingers, moaning and cussing and almost begging for more. Almost begging was why Mycroft was frowning. Gregory always begged when Mycroft used three fingers; always gave in and begged Mycroft to fuck him, or let him fuck the politician. Three minutes of vigorous finger-fucking couldn't get John to beg.

Mycroft shifted to wrap his lips around John's cock, once more taking the doctor's shaft into his hot, wet mouth. John moaned even louder than before as Mycroft made him looser and looser, fingers twisting to find John's prostate.

Though John pushed off the bed, trying to force his cock deeper into Mycroft's mouth and Mycroft's fingers deeper into his hole, the doctor still wasn't begging. He had sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, was trembling with need and lust, his eyes locked onto Mycroft's and conveying that he needed more.

And still he wouldn't beg.

'My, my, aren't you resilient,' Mycroft said after letting John slip from his mouth, the politician leaning back on his feet. 'Gregory breaks down when I use three fingers, Sherlock when I use my fingers and my mouth on his cock. But you...' he trailed off, staring at John with a look of respect, '... you still haven't begged.'

John felt a sense of triumph wash over him. So he was stronger than Greg and Sherlock. John had held out longer than even the great Sherlock Holmes. John was determined to be better than any other sub Mycroft had bedded; he was determined to hold out the longest.

'Of course if I had toys I'd have had you begging five minutes in,' Mycroft said. 'But with just my own body to work with... very good indeed.'

John grinned at him. 'Thank you, sir.'

'You have my respect, John Watson,' Mycroft smiled. 'If you can handle this, you are the most controlled man I have ever met.' He paused. 'Besides myself, of course.'

John could only imagine what Mycroft was able to handle. The man stopped wars on a weekly bases; he could probably withstand any type of sexual stimulation.

Mycroft bent down to retake John's cock in his mouth, sucking and nipping and twirling that talented tongue. Three of his fingers entered John's arse again and worked him thoroughly, twisting to touch John's prostate and make him shudder. John could handle this, he could handle all of this...

... he couldn't handle Mycroft looking up with completely lust-blown eyes, pupils so wide the doctor couldn't even see the bright blue colour of his irises. He couldn't handle Mycroft moving back to fist his cock, and dig his fingers into the doctor's arse, and tongue his aching hole. Mycroft's tongue was magic, pushing into John's arse between his fingers and John's muscles.

The hand job and finger-fucking and look of lust and rimming... that... all of that was too much.

'Mycroft, please!' John started pleading. 'Please let me fuck you, please, please, please!' His resolve, his resistance, had crumbled completely.

Mycroft drew back, fingers and mouth leaving the doctor. 'Are you begging me, John?'

'Yes.'

'Say it.'

'Please, Mycroft, let me fuck you!' John shouted, voice cracked and whining. 'I'm begging you, sir!'

Mycroft smirked, a look of triumph crossing his handsome features. 'Excellent.'

He poured more lube onto his hands and slicked John up. The doctor groaned as Mycroft shifted, straddling his hips and grabbing his shaft.

Mycroft slid down quickly, John groaning and pushing him. 'Oh God, thank you, sir, thank you!' Mycroft's grin widened and he started to move.

Though John was fucking Mycroft, it really felt like the elder Holmes was fucking him. He was in complete control of everything; of John's hands and lips and thrusts and arousal.

John moaned loudly and Mycroft leaned forward, rolling his hips and whispering in his ear. 'Do you know how exquisite you look beneath me?'

John could only groan.

'How absolutely fucking beautiful you look all sweaty and panting just for me? It really is delicious.'

Jesus Christ was Mycroft's swearing hot.

'Talk to me, John,' Mycroft purred. 'Tell me how you feel.'

'Oh,' John groaned as once again Mycroft rolled atop him. 'S-so... good... s-sir.'

'Hmm,' Mycroft licked a trail along John's jaw, the doctor shuddering beneath him. 'How tight am I, John? Gregory always comments on how tight I am. Sherlock too.'

'F-fucking tight,' John said.

Mycroft smiled. 'I'm coming first, John,' he said. 'If you can manage to make me come first I'll let you come inside me. If you don't I will leave you for twenty minutes, all hot and bothered and tied up. You'll have to wait.'

'No!'

'No?'

'No, please,' John begged. He couldn't handle that. He needed to come soon or he'd implode with need. 'C-come first, I'll make you come first. Don't leave, please God don't stop, sir.'

Mycroft smirked, John's begging going straight to his cock. He tightened his muscles around John's shaft, the doctor moaning loudly. 'Make me come, John!' he hissed. 'I dare you!'

John started pushing up, bound hands straining and aching against the headboard. For the first time since starting, Mycroft moaned, head tipped back and eyes closed. He started fisting his own cock, stroking in long, swift movements as John fucked him.

'John...' he murmured and the doctor was glad to hear the crack in his voice. 'Oh, John.'

'I'm going to make you come, sir,' John said sternly, glad when the older man moaned. 'I'm going to fuck your brains out.'

Mycroft managed a whimper that was probably meant to be a chuckle. He looked down at John with completely lust-blown eyes, arse tightening around John's cock.

John licked his lips slowly, deliberately, and as predicted Mycroft bent down to capture them in his own. John forced the politician's lips open and plunged his tongue inside, licking sloppily and drowning out the curses Mycroft was now making. Mycroft may have been brilliant at taking men apart but John had his moments; he knew how to work the Holmes boys.

'What's the matter, sir?' he asked. 'Can't come?'

Mycroft mumbled.

'What was that?'

'I will!' Mycroft said fiercely, some of it lost when he whimpered a bit on the last word.

'Can't take my cock, is that it?' John asked. 'Not used to someone so big, sir?'

Mycroft growled and glared at him. 'You've seen Gregory.'

John pushed up, burying his cock deeper into Mycroft's arse and half lifting the taller man from the bed. 'I'm thicker, sir, can you feel it? I'm too thick for your tight arse.'

Mycroft groaned louder.

'Fuck are you tight, sir!'

The politician was just getting tighter. John snapped his hips as he pushed up, slamming into Mycroft's prostate and nearly sending the man flying.

'Jesus fuck, John!'

John smirked, body thrumming with the ache, the need to come. But he would make Mycroft climax first; the man had demanded it and John was a sub who would follow the rules his dom put down.

'Harder, sir?' John asked, biting his lip as Mycroft tensed around him.

'Yes!' Mycroft ordered.

John started fucking Mycroft's tight passage in earnest, lifting Mycroft off the bed with each thrust. Finally Mycroft fell forward, stomach and chest pressed against John. He took the doctor's lips in his own, hand fisting through John's hair and pulling painfully as he sucked back, moaning into John's mouth.

John kept pounding him hard, Mycroft jolting on his body and swearing.

'I...' he began, voice barely understandable, 'I... g-gonna... FUCK!'

With one last tug and thrust, Mycroft was coming, leaking all over his and John's stomachs. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, swearing loudly as John continued to fuck him.

Now that Mycroft had come John badly wanted his own release. 'Let me come!' John shouted. 'Please, sir, let me come!'

The politician was barely more than a lump but he managed to capture John's lips again. 'Come, John,' he breathed against him. 'Come inside me.'

That was all it took for John to climax inside the elder Holmes, snapping his hips once more as he emptied himself into the taller man. He swore loudly and bit Mycroft's lips, pleasure cascading through his body and making him shudder.

As he came down, John was aware of Mycroft rolling clear. The politician grabbed a shirt from John's wardrobe and cleaned them both up before untying John.

The doctor winced, rubbing his bruised and chaffed wrists.

'Are you okay?' Mycroft asked softly, taking John's hands. Gone was the dominating, dangerous man of the past hour. Now he was a soft, caring lover.

'Y-yeah,' John managed. 'F-fine.'

Mycroft smiled and placed soft kisses to John's wrists before climbing back into the bed.

'Cuddling now, are we?' John asked.

Mycroft chuckled and grabbed John's chin, turning the doctor so they could kiss. 'I must say, John, you are very good.'

'Yeah?'

'Yes,' Mycroft said.

'Why thank you, sir.'

Mycroft laughed softly. 'You've held out longer than anyone else I know.'

'What about you?'

Mycroft smirked. 'John, please. I can handle anything.'

'Hmm... might have to test that one day.'

'Sounds like a very good plan,' Mycroft said. They shared another kiss before settling back, bodies aching and bruised. 'Thank you, John,' Mycroft whispered.

'Thank you,' John said, kissing Mycroft's chin. The elder Holmes hummed and closed his eyes as John wrapped an arm around him. They buried themselves under the duvet and promptly fell asleep.

-oOo-

Greg's mobile buzzed and he pulled it out of his pocket, holding up a hand to silence Sherlock as he slid it open.

I owe you fifty quid.

John

Greg laughed and Sherlock looked at him. The DI turned his phone around and the genius read the text quickly.

'Fucking Mycroft!' he shouted and stormed away.

Sally Donovan looked at Greg, who smiled.

'Brothers,' he shrugged and grinned as he sipped his coffee, sending a quick message to Mycroft.

Well done.

G

The reply was immediate.

He is nowhere near as gorgeous as you, love, but I think repeat performances are necessary. He's quite good at resisting me.

M

Greg smiled.

Really?

G

Oh yes. He outlasted both you and Sherlock.

M

Greg's eyebrows went up at that. He knew Sherlock could last longer against Mycroft's punishing onslaught. But John could handle Mycroft's fingers, and mouth and eyes? The man was seriously strong.

Wow. He really is good.

G

Yes, he is.

M

We'll have to try him together. Think Sherlock will go for that?

G

Greg finished half his coffee before Mycroft replied.

My brother says he can make John beg faster than I, or you, can. He wants us to watch to prove it. What are you doing tonight?

M

Greg felt his cock stir and he downed the rest of his coffee.

Baker Street, half-an-hour.

G

Mycroft's reply came while Greg was locking his office.

The car is waiting.

M

Greg shook his head as he headed out, wondering just how his life had turned this strange.

Author's Note: So yes, this is just a series of one-shots that have nothing to do with each other and are in no order. They will all most likely be smutty with multiple pairings and kinks.

If anyone has any prompts, feel free to tell me!

I live to entertain.

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