Description: It is Christmas at the Holmes' family mansion and Mycroft gets drunk and invades Sherlock's bedroom, Sherlock finds out what he wants and complies, unfortunately, they make a bit too much noise and the parents are downstairs and can hear them. Also my first slash fanfiction.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of this... although I do wish I did own ALL of it.

Hope you like it :')

Merry Christmas?

It was always quiet in the family mansion. Well; it was quiet when Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes weren't arguing. Just last week the two brothers had an argument over who went out to get the milk. In the end, Sherlock stormed out of the mansion into the rain whilst Mycroft wore that smug grin of his. It seemed that he had used the argument that he was older than Sherlock, seven years to be exact so he could be trusted more to not set the mansion on fire. I suppose you can say that they argue like an old married couple...

Christmas. The time of year that the two Holmes' disliked the most as it meant they had to be sociable. Sherlock especially preferred to stay put in his room whilst everybody else clinked glasses and sat around the fire to tell stories. He would often listen to his family from upstairs as they laughed drunkenly and messed about and he would think about how ridiculous they must look. Lying on the bed, a smirk lined Sherlock's face as he imagined a rat- assed Mycroft crawling up the stairs on all fours, collapsing in the hallway from exhaustion.

All of a sudden, this thought became a reality, but instead of collapsing in the hallway, the drunken idiot used all his weight to shove open Sherlock's bedroom door and stare at him with his large blue eyes. Sherlock snapped his eyes open and raised an eyebrow "hello Mycroft" he said calmly.

"heeello" Mycroft slurred. Even his brother could tell from the other side of the room that Mycroft smelled strongly of alcohol and cigars. "What brings you into my secluded corner of the house?" the younger Homes questioned. "You" Mycroft managed. Sherlock looked confused."What?"

"I, I, I, I, I came here for you"
"What do you want with me?" Sherlock had a slight tone of worry in his voice now. Mycroft stood up. A quick glance at his brother's crotch answered his question. As the thin cloth of his trousers stretched, a defining bulge could be seen. At this sight, Sherlock's own dick gave a slight jump as he realised what Mycroft wanted. He stood up and moved closer to him. The elder Holmes' breath was ragged and deep, he looked Sherlock up and down and laughed. "hehehe... You're hard.""So are you." Mycroft moaned at the sound of his sibling's voice and pressed himself closer to Sherlock. He felt His elder brothers bulge press against his own, his cheeks flushed scarlet, and he wanted to say something but his lips couldn't form the words. Sherlock Holmes speechless... that was new. Slowly, Sherlock moved towards the door, closed it and locked it. This time, Mycroft moved towards him and pressed him against the wall. A hand snaked down and gripped Sherlock through the material of his trousers and squeezed. Sherlock gasped and bucked into Mycroft's hand. The elder of the two smiled and started stroking. Sherlock had started rocking his hips to his brother's movement. He set a rhythm that Mycroft obeyed. He had control. Whilst the elder Holmes was concentrating on what he was doing, undoing Sherlock's buttons and zipper, Sherlock took the opportunity to flip them round so his brother was against the wall.

He groaned loudly as Mycroft had worked his way to the precome stained, cotton boxers and had stroked the head of his brother's cock through the thin material. "We shouldn't be doing this you know... the law-"
"Fuck the law" Mycroft interrupted.

Sherlock thought about this and ignored every one of his thoughts to stop, this felt way too good. Mycroft finally sprung Sherlock's painfully erect dick from the boxers and had started stroking it. Sherlock swept in for a kiss, the heat going south towards his crotch. He wasn't going to last much longer and Mycroft knew this. Just how many men had he slept with?

"What exactly are they doing up there?" Mummy asked.
"Doing what boys their age usually do" Daddy said with a snigger.
"Well, whatever it is, it is annoying and I am going up to stop it" Mummy replied
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, going by their age, you might have a surprise waiting for you"

"I don't care" and Mummy got up and strode towards the stairs. When she finished climbing the stairs, she went to Mycroft's room first. He wasn't there. She then heard a loud groan coming from next door. Curiosity took over and led her outside Sherlock's room, Mummy tried the door handle but the door was locked, then she looked through the keyhole and gasped loudly at what she saw. Mycroft was against the wall, kissing Sherlock whose dick was being stroked by his brother. They evidently had not noticed that she tried the door handle because they carried on as if nothing had happened.

Mummy backed away from the door, careful not to make any noise and alert the two brothers that she was there, and hurried back down the stairs to drink until she forgot what she had seen.

...

Sherlock had now been stripped of all his clothes, Mycroft still de-clothing himself. After about five minutes of fumbling around with his jeans, Mycroft removed every last trace of clothing off his body , his dick standing to attention and touching his belly. Sherlock made a growling noise in the back of his throat and sat up. Mycroft moved towards him and cupped the younger Holmes' face with one had and chased a kiss on his brothers lips. He then turned his attention to the skin on Sherlock's neck, nipping it as he sucked leaving marks, his marks, on Sherlock's skin. Sherlock would be wearing a high collared shirt for the next few days. Mycroft traced lines down the nape of Sherlock's neck, making him whimper slightly. As lips worked their way down the pale thin figure of the younger brother, they moved down the front to Sherlock's nipples. Mycroft's tongue swept over on and his fingers worked on the other one, all of the sensations were generating heat that was going down to Sherlock's crotch. Mycroft slowly traced patterns with his tongue down Sherlock's hairless chest, his cock rubbing against his brother's. He needed to fuck Sherlock soon or he would come just from licking him.

...

"Ahh... sounds like she stopped whatever they were doing." Daddy muttered to himself.
"Don't go up there for a few hours If I were you" He heard his wife's shaky voice behind him.
"what happened?" he questioned
"She, Sherlock... My, Mycroft...sex" she managed though the glass of expensive brandy.
"What? Their having sex?... With other people?"
"Wi, with each, each other"
"don't be ridiculous... their brothers for god sakes" he exclaimed.
"No other people up there... looked through key hole."

...

Mycroft had now reached Sherlock's dick. He licked his lips in anticipation and took Sherlock into his mouth in one go. The feeling of wet heat around Sherlock dick was unbearable. He came into his brothers mouth and Mycroft swallowed the lot, only a little escaped out of his mouth and dripped down his chin.

Mycroft allowed Sherlock'd dick to pop out of his mouth and fall on his stomach.
"get the lube" Mycroft ordered Sherlock.
"wait... how did you know there was lube in here?" Sherlock asked his brother as he got up and walked towards the chest of drawers.
"C'mon, anybody who knows you as well as I do would no that you can't go for ten minutes without sticking something up your ass whether it was human or not" Sherlock settled himself back on the bed and warmed some lube up in his hands.
"Well, if anybody knew you as well as I did, they would know that you can't go for ten minutes without at least one slice of cake. The scales been lying again heh?" Sherlock slicked up Mycroft's dick and his own ass with the now warm lube.

"On all fours now" Sherlock obeyed and got onto all fours, his dick already half hard again. Mycroft lined himself up and penetrated his brother with the tip of his dick. Sherlock screamed Mycroft's name and started pumping his own fully hard erection. Mycroft pushed in deeper and Sherlock whined and whimpered more. "Fuck Mycroft!" . He pulled out slowly and thrust in again, hitting Sherlock's prostate and making him shout again.

Each time Mycroft thrust, it would hit Sherlock's prostate and make him scream."Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!". This went on for about five more minutes before Sherlock came again "MYCROFT". As he orgasmed, his ass tightened and Mycroft spilled his own seed into his brother. They both collapsed and pulled a blanket over them, they fell asleep almost instantly, eyes glazed over with pleasure and smelling very strongly of sex.

...

It took about 3 minutes for this little piece of information to settle in Daddy's head.
"they're sleeping with each other?"
"yes..."
Mummy passed Daddy a glass and half filled it with expensive brandy. He half jumped out of his skin when he heard Sherlock shouting Mycroft's name in a very pleasurable way.
"right... we are talking about this tomorrow"
"What do you want to do until then love?"
"I suggest we try to ignore what they are doing and get out of the house for a walk," "lets leave those two alone for a while and give them a bloody good shouting at tomorrow."

...

END

constructive criticism welcome as this was written at 3:00 in the morning, the time when I thought "yeah... this is the best thing I have ever written" then I realise the next day "wow... this is the shittiest thing I have ever written"