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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Mycroft_Holmes/Sherlock_Holmes
  Character:
      Mycroft_Holmes, Sherlock_Holmes
  Additional Tags:
      One_Shot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-08 Words: 2833
****** A Set, A Pair ******
by I_Married_The_King
Summary
     Mycroft helps Sherlock after the fall and reminisces on his troubled
     past with his little brother and how he came to realise that there
     would never be anybody else for him but Sherlock.
The fall had taken its toll on Sherlock, the frantic rush and panic to ensure
everything was conducted in the short window of time available had drained him
and he felt so old. Mycroft felt similarly old. He was portraying a front to
the world, the grieving brother, but not too bereft, he had a reputation to
maintain after all.
The drive had been tiresome and the walk from the car to the cottage the final
straw. He pushed open the door and motioned for Sherlock to go ahead of him
inside.
"You will be safe here as well as comfortable. It's not as entertaining as
London but I'm sure you will find ways to amuse yourself. The generator is
petrol and is thirstier than a dying man in the Sahara, if you don't wish to
live in the dark you may want to only run it at night. There is no phone but I
have arranged satellite Internet for you. As you have ascertained there is no
road access to this cottage, it is completely off the grid, in fact as far as
everyone else is concerned it doesn't exist at all."
"How long will I have to stay here My?"
"I will do my best to sort the Moriarty situation out as quickly as possible.
However I am sure you would agree that in this instance speed is not as
preferable as diligence."
"Yes. Will you come and visit me My? I fear that I may loose my mind from
boredom."
"Well you should have thought of that before you courted the attentions of a
psychopath. Really Sherlock of all the people to flirt with."
"Well I tried flirting with you and it didn't go well."
"Christmas dinner with Mummy was not flirting it was stirring."
"Well you made your displeasure known later. I couldn't sit for days, but I'm
sure you recall that as it was your hand making my arse red."
"I certainly recall that you enjoyed it as I was doling it out if your erection
pressing against my leg was anything to go by."
"I understand that my recent actions have shown less that acceptable digression
and finesse, perhaps you need to take me over your knee and dole out a little
more of that punishment."
"It's hardly a punishment Sherlock if you ask for it."
"My look around we're all alone and it's been months since I had you all to
myself."
"Sherlock I have just driven four hours and have been awake for almost two
days."
"All the more reason to stay. You can't drive back to London the way you
currently are."
Mycroft looked at his younger brother and sighed. He wondered, not for the
first time since the mess began, if he was going out of his way to hide his
brother or his lover. The complicated relationship that they had was a hodge
pudge of sibling rivalry, deep devotion and smoldering desire that he had tried
for years to deny himself. When Sherlock had turned fourteen his desire for his
little brother had started and so had the rift between them.
Until that point they had been exceptionally close, but suddenly Sherlock's
innocent invasions of his bed, for late night chats and early morning revivals
of dreams and thoughts mulled in sleep, had taken on a new and inappropriate
feeling for Mycroft.
He knew it was wrong that his cock ached and became hard when Sherlock would
finally fall asleep with exhaustion. Occasionally he would succumb and press
himself up against the soft globes of Sherlock's arse softly rocking his desire
into his brother as he slept until he would reach his climax inside his
pajamas. Then the shame would come and the anger. He would shake Sherlock awake
and order him to his own bed whilst he stayed there and drowned himself in his
shame, his seed drying inside is pants.
As the years passed Sherlock seemed to delight in pushing all Mycroft's
buttons. Mycroft wondered if Sherlock knew of his filthy desires and was
mocking him for them. Then that Christmas night had happened and finally
Mycroft had had enough of Sherlock making him feel like a fool. Flirting and
teasing him at the dinner table with Mummy right there had been to much, no
matter how subtle he had been.
As soon as Sherlock had closed his door to go to bed Mycroft had opened it
again and barged into the room.
"Just what game do you think you are playing Sherlock. Your inappropriate
innuendos and advances I can just about ignore when we are alone but in front
of Mummy! Not acceptable Sherlock."
"Really Mycroft? I would have thought the more unacceptable behavior was
rutting your cock against your fourteen year old brother's arse... I wasn't
always asleep Mycroft. How much did you want to go all the way? How much did
you want to pull my pants down and work your fingers into me, to fuck me, to
drive your cock into my innocent body? How much did you want to cum in..." he
didn't finish the sentence before Mycroft's hand collided with the side of his
face in a slap that resonated around the room.
In quick movements he dragged Sherlock to the bed and hauled him over his knee.
His hand landed with a heavy smack on Sherlock's arse, quickly followed by
three more. Not making enough of an impact he retched his pajama pants down
till they were over his arse and continued to smack despite Sherlock's
protestations.
Then he felt it... The heavy hard bulge of his brother's cock pressing into his
leg, his own cock hard and just millimeters from Sherlock's hip.
"It seems your not as offended by my previous advances as you make out little
brother. Were your accusations before really your desires?"
Sherlock remained quiet but rubbed his cock a little harder against Mycroft.
Above him Mycroft looked at his arse normally pale but now red and smarting
from his punishment. Sherlock was still only seventeen and would be for another
four months, if he did this there was no taking it back. Either way under age
or not what he desired with his brother was wrong... Taboo.
He smoothed his hand over Sherlock's glowing arse in soft even strokes. "You
have to ask Sherlock. I won't touch you unless you ask."
"Please My." It had been ages since Sherlock had used that name and it was
Mycroft's undoing, he spread Sherlock's cheeks and looked with undisguised lust
at the tight pucker of his arsehole.
"Have you done this before?" He was pretty sure that he hadn't but thought it
best to check anyway.
"No My only you. I've put my own fingers in there a few times and I stole a
small dildo from your room once. I still have it, it's no where near as big as
your cock but I like to put it in myself and know that it has also been in
you."
Mycroft brought the fingers of one hand up to his mouth and wet them before
bringing back to Sherlock's arsehole. He ghosted them over and around the
pucker until Sherlock groaned at him to get on with it. With this encouragement
he pressed one finger into the tight ring of muscle. He felt his brother tense
at the intrusion before he relaxed and pushed back on the finger. After a few
thrusts he added another finger and began to scissor them, preparing Sherlock
for more.
"Get on the bed on your hands and knees." Mycroft ordered. He followed Sherlock
and once again parted his buttocks this time he brought his mouth to the
rosette and swiped his tongue around it. Sherlock moaned loudly.
"My nothing has ever felt as good as that."
"That's just the beginning Sherlock. Do you want me to fuck you? Put my cock in
you like you suggested before?"
"I want you to do it like you use to do it."
"You mean you want me to spoon you?"
"Yes."
"Get under the covers and close your eyes and pretend to be asleep. Wait but
before you do; do you have any lube?"
"No I've just used Vaseline in the past."
"That will do. I'm assuming you want me to do it bare?"
"God yes My! Cum in me. The jelly is in the top draw." Sherlock pulled his
pants up and got under the covers, pretending to be asleep. After a little
while he felt the covers lift and Mycroft get in behind him. After only a
moment Mycroft pressed his body against Sherlock's and he felt his erection
against his bottom.
Mycroft felt so wrong doing this. It had been so long since he pressed himself
against his brother in this way and he was glad that he hadn't know of
Sherlock's mutual desires then; because as bad as it was to take his seventeen
year old brother, taking his brother when he was fourteen would have been
unforgivable and he feared he would have done it if Sherlock had asked.
He ground his penis into the soft flesh in front of him. Unlike those years ago
Sherlock didn't lie there passively, he moaned in his 'sleep' and ground back.
Mycroft had never allowed himself to believe that he would have this and there
was only so long he wanted to rut like a prep school boy. He yanked Sherlock's
pants down to bare his arse and picked up the pot of jelly; coating his fingers
he went back to his earlier exploration of the virgin hole. His first finger
slipped in easily this time and the second followed. Finally he worked up to a
third.
"It's going to hurt Sherlock. My penis is well above average. If you want me to
stop tell me but try and get through it and it will get better. I promise I
will make it feel good for you before we are through."
Mycroft wasn't being boastful, he did have a big cock and Sherlock had seen it
covertly a couple of times. He gulped as he thought how much it would stretch
him. It was a both terrifying and exciting thought.
He worked Sherlock's pants all the way off where the stayed caught in the
sheets in a ball at their feet and his soon joined them. Dipping his fingers
back in the pot he grabbed a liberal amount and went about greasing his cock up
to ensure the most comfortable entry he could.
He pulled Sherlock back into position and pressed the blunt head against his
prepared hole.
"Take a deep breath and bare down as you breath out" as he felt Sherlock start
to exhale he pushed forward and slowly but firmly pushed into him.
"Oh god My it hurts. Take it out it hurts!"
"Take another deep breath, the head is in and that's that hardest part." He
stroked his sides in a reassuring manner. Again as he felt the exhale he pushed
and was quickly balls deep in the hot slick hole. Sherlock's muscles clamped
around him like a vice and it took all he had not to come there and then; he
had after all promised to make it good for his little brother and he intended
to make sure of that fact.
He held still and planted kisses on Sherlock's back and neck until he felt him
relax a little.
"How is it now?"
"It doesn't hurt so much as it burns now."
"Start to rock when it feels a little better." he waited buried to the hilt in
the tight hole.
After what could have been minutes or hours Sherlock began to rock his hips
experimentally. The burn was starting to lessen and he just felt a full sort of
pressure. After one slightly larger rock Mycroft's cock hit his prostate and
Sherlock felt his breath stolen from him, it felt so good and he set about
trying to repeat the sensation. As he became more animated Mycroft's hand
slipped down to his hip to help pull him in close to his body.
"That feels better doesn't it?"
"Yes My that feels so much better. Please don't stop."
"Are you ready for me to move a bit? I want to fuck you little brother until
you scream with pleasure."
"Yes oh god YES My!
Mycroft moved them so that Sherlock was laying more on his stomach than his
side and began to piston his hips into his brother's willing body.
"God so tight Lockie." He increased his efforts to hit Sherlock's prostate
every time as he knew he wouldn't last much longer. The concept of his immoral
act firing his lust and the very real tightness of Sherlock's body around his
was maddeningly pleasurable.
"I'm close Lockie. Touch yourself."
Sherlock reach down and wrapped his hand around his cock. When Mycroft hit his
sweet spot again he came with a shuddering breath and his hole clamped tight
around Mycroft. The tightening of his little brother's anus around his
thrusting cock was too much and Mycroft bit down onto Sherlock's shoulder as he
sprayed thick gushes of seed into the hot wet orifice.
He lay there after they had both cum with his cock slowly softening inside
Sherlock and he felt that same shame he had felt when he use to rut against his
little brother in his sleep.
"Don't Mycroft. Please don't. I know what you're thinking, I can practically
hear the gears in your head grinding. I didn't do anything I didn't want to
tonight and neither did you."
"Sherlock what we did here is immoral. It goes against the order of society."
"But we are not hurting anybody!"
Mycroft pulled out of Sherlock and made to retrieve his pajama bottoms. "It can
never happen again."
As Mycroft now stood in the cottage and thought back to that time he cringed.
He had handled it poorly. Not only had he denied Sherlock's desires, he had
denied his own. Following their encounter things had been even more strained
between them. Eventually he realised it had been two years since he had even
spoken to his little brother. So caught up in his own shame and guilt he didn't
notice how degraded he had made his Sherlock feel. If he had just told him then
and there; just told him the truth. There would never be another, for the rest
of his life it would be Sherlock who held his desires.
By the time he realised this he discovered that his brilliant and vivacious
brother had taken to dulling his life with drugs. When he tracked him down he
found him dehydrated, malnourished and coked out of his mind in a filthy hovel
in London. Lying there on the grubby stained mattress he looked like a broken
doll. A dark angel fallen from heaven to a place that had stripped him of all
his glory and radiance.
When he tired to move Sherlock, he had protested. Told him that he hated him
and always would, that if he didn't leave he would tell mummy that Mycroft had
fucked him, had touched his willy and his bottom when he was little and raped
him when he was fourteen.
Mycroft didn't leave, he lay down behind Sherlock on that filthy mattress and
held him from behind and cried. Two broken dolls... a set, a pair. He told him
how sorry he was, that his biggest mistake was not making love to his little
brother, but denying that he wanted to do it again and again. Denying that he
had courted Sherlock's attentions and then thrown him away when he couldn't
deal with his own guilty conscience. Finally he begged and he promised; if
Sherlock would go into rehab he would never leave him again, he would love him
until Sherlock no longer wanted him. Sherlock had acquiesced and they had begun
their life together, however covert it was as far as others were concerned they
were always a set, a pair.
And now here he was again fixing Sherlock. As he looked at Sherlock's eyes he
saw the same broken look as he had had that night in the hovel. He realised
that his little brother had lost everything tonight and all the joking and
bravado aside he was afraid of losing Mycroft again too.
As this realisation hit him he knew he couldn't leave. He stepped forward and
pulled Sherlock into a tight embrace.
"I will never abandon you."
"I wasn't worried that you would" He lied.
"I know. I just wanted to remind you. Come let's go to bed. I will go back to
London tomorrow."
"You will come and visit me here won't you?"
"Of course, lest you become more insane with boredom."
"I'm not insane My!"
"Mmm maybe not yet but by the time I have finished licking every inch of your
luscious body you will be." He laughed
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