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  1. Public Bookmark 66

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    John and Sherlock are just passing the time. It may or may not be a game.
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    “I mean, it’s not like Mycroft sends you flowers.”

    Sherlock snorts. “If he did, I guarantee that they would be fraught with meaning.”

    “What, in the ‘language of flowers’ like a Victorian suitor?” John laughs at the absurdity of the idea. “Okay, so what flower represents ‘I worry about you constantly’?”
    “ ‘Eat more green vegetables.’ ” They start snickering.
    “ ‘I’ve been monitoring you by CCTV.’ ”
    “ ‘Give me back my purloined ID cards.’ ” At this point they succumb to a hearty fit of giggling.

    When Mycroft brings flowers the next morning, it is no exaggeration to say that they are both rendered speechless.

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    26 Nov 2019

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    The two of them, standing at opposite ends of the mantelpiece, look as though they are on a stage set for John’s personal benefit. Or so he may have thought if he were not convinced that at this point, they have forgotten his presence entirely. A disconcerting silence grows until John is just at the point of clearing his throat.
    Then Mycroft sighs and pulls one of the stalks of blue blossoms from the vase. He holds it lightly between index finger and thumb and presents it to his brother at arm’s length. Sherlock looks at the floor.
    “Indulge me,” Mycroft says quietly. “Please.” Sherlock stares back at him, eyes narrowed, biting his lip. His brother returns the stare, poking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth. John watches their silent and almost imperceptible battle until Mycroft presses his lips together into a thin angry line and lets the stem drop.
    Sherlock, in one swift motion, catches it without taking his eyes from his brother’s face. The expression that forms on it, John decides, can only be described as relief.

  2. Public Bookmark 55

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    Sherlock is home for his first Christmas break from Oxford university.

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    22 Sep 2019

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    He's been waiting for this since October.
    "What's her name, then?"
    This - satisfyingly - gets Mycroft's attention. He glances up from his papers. "'Her?'"
    Sherlock takes a guess. "The one who likes you in a silk tie."
    A flicker of something crosses Mycroft's features and Sherlock feels a small - but hollow - victory.
    "Jane."
    It sits nicely on Mycroft's tongue and for a second Sherlock imagines him calling it to her. He feels himself crackle with dislike.
    "Prefers the overweight man, does she?"
    Eyes locked, they have a brief, silent war. Mycroft squints at him politely, conceding the point. "I'm on a diet."
    "Yes, it looked it at dinner," Sherlock replies. "I was put very briefly in mind of a hoover."
    He gets no answer to that, only a Look. Sherlock feels a burn rising in his chest like acid. Bile.
    "Fine then," he eventually says, when Mycroft refuses to look away. "I'll leave you to get on with it."

  3. Public Bookmark 28

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    Three days after the end of the Baskerville case, Mycroft finally untangles himself from the bureaucratic mess caused by Sherlock's use of his ID, and visits 221B Baker St. to do something he hasn't had to do in quite a while. Will John stand by and let him? Would he resist? Would he, of all things, help? Non-sexual spanking of an adult, not really slash, just friendship.

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    22 Sep 2019

  4. Public Bookmark 48

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    Mycroft and Sherlock have a tenuous relationship at best, but with Sherlock taking down Moriarty's web, they might need each other more than they'd care to admit.

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    06 Sep 2019

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    It was a pathetic excuse for a code, a bit obvious, and apologetic really didn’t suit his brother, he never could pull it off. Never mind, it would be a different one next time. Still, Mycroft had never been genuinely apologetic in his life.
    There was a pause, and then a relieved sigh, how did the bastard manage to sound condescending just by breathing?
    “Sherlock, where in god’s name are you? I’ve been trying to contact you for weeks,” the exasperation was evident, masking an undercurrent of worry. Sherlock admittedly hadn’t bothered to pick up a phone with the next temporary number on their list until very recently.
    Sherlock frowned and deliberately did not answer.
    “For goodness sake, Sherlock, it’s a secure line. Do you really think that I would contact you and address you by name if I wasn’t absolutely sure that it was safe to do so?”
    He supposed that was a reasonable enough argument, already regretting not having hurled the damn phone into the river.
    “Do I detect a hint of stress, brother dear?” he shot back, earning him another sigh.
    “The line is awful,” Mycroft sniffed in distaste, “Where are you?” he repeated, more insistently.

  5. Public Bookmark 17

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    Four times Mycroft and Sherlock almost did it. And one time they did.

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    29 Aug 2019

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    "Other members report that your attitude is poor, Number Twelve. You don't display the proper attitude of submission. Don't show any desire to please."

    The sub was motionless, but possibly cocked his head a little in response to Mycroft's voice.

    "I want you to know that it makes no difference to me. I intend to do just as I like with you, whether you submit willingly or not. I almost prefer that you not . . . but it makes no difference. Apparently others find you rather beautiful. I've taken care that you shan't distract me. You look the same as all the others, now."

    This was false bravado. Mycroft could see that the body, at least, was elegantly slim and very, very tempting. He was bruised and reddened attractively in the correct places.

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