Sherlock BBC

The change

My dear little brother, you rose from the dead just three weeks ago and what are my eyes seeing now?

Should I be surprised?

No.

Definitely no.

I knew it, but he … he was the unknown. You had forbidden me to tell him, tell him that you are alive – all to protect him.

Now I'm standing hidden behind your entrance door, watching you both on the couch – naked. You are sitting on his hips, arms wrapped around each other and faces buried into the other ones crook of the neck. I can hear your fast breaths, the gasps.

He had begun to change you, Sherlock. Since you let him into your life.

John is the only one, who has the ability of getting your trust, your honor of being on his side as an equal. I always kept an eye on you two.

Caring is not an advantage, little brother. You were much more emotional, since you were a little child. You were so sensitive that time, and you are so now. You just have learned to hide it. But caring about him has given you protection.

A gasp of yours assails my ears. I'm still watching you two on the couch, but now my attention has fixed on your movements. I wasn't sure. I couldn't see it well from my point of view, but now I can. And yes, now I can believe you, if you'll answer me that sex doesn't alarm you.

John's hands are sliding to your waist, grapping you, giving you stability. Then you are beginning to move – up and down. Still slowly, but I can see the change in your face. The expression tells me what you are feeling, how intense the feelings are and how much you love being connected in this sort of way with John. And don't worry, my dear little brother. He loves it, too.

A smile slid over Mycroft's thin lips.

It's not your first time. How had your reunion taken place? Had you changed you asexual life after you showed him that you were alive?

Did three years of hidden protection, because of your fear he could get hurt or could even die, motivate you to sleep with him until you destroyed your farce?

Or was he angry? Hurt from your secret?

You can tell me by a cup of tea.

Now you both are becoming active. John is lifting you up, moving his hips synchronized. You throw you head back in your neck, groaning deep and with pleasure. Your both moaning blend to one expression of pure and naked passion.

The time has come where I should leave. I have seen enough.

Mycroft left the house of Baker Street 221B and crossed the road to his black car.

I have to correct Moriarty: the iceman still remains, but the virgin is gone.

La Li Ho!

I hope you liked and enjoyed my little story! ^^

And I hope you will read the second part, where I show how Sherlock and John got on the couch.

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