Destruction of Government Property
Pairing/s: Mycroft Holmes x [Name] [Last name]
A/N: Angst is postponed till I get my shit together for a bit.
The day was surprisingly good. The [Hair color] haired man had woken up from his sleep with two of his upstairs neighbors bloody running around their room, creating loud noises underneathe his own place but it was quite alright for he was in a happy mood and already knowing he'll be waken up maybe an hour or two if he continued on his nap, he decided to start his day. Getting off his bed and immediately going to his bathroom to bathe and thinking on maybe have tea with that nice old lady owning the building, the man wanted to spend time with the old woman considering she had been inviting him for tea but him denying when he was too busy to attend for his work.
Nodding, the [Hair color] haired man took off his clothes and turned on the knob to his shower, the cold water hitting his [Skin color] skin which the cold breifly brusted small taints of adrenaline and officially waking him up.
Awhile after he finished his bath, picking and wearing his clothes and preparing his morning tea, it was no surprise when the front door of his flat came a sound of loud knocking. When he put down the teapot, he was about to go and open the door when it abruptly bursted open.
Jumping a bit from shock, a curse left his lips as he looked bewildered at his door. "Bloody hel--" he started but was cut off by the person who was the one responsible to have probably kicked down his door open.
"[Name], you Git! I was have been bloody calling your phone for twenty minutes now!" Greg had shouted as he immediately walked towards where the [Hair color] haired man was. His forehead showing small wrinkles from that worried look plastered on his face. "I thought something bad had happened to you!" The D.I. had said as [Name] rose a brow at the blond.
"Apologies Greg but I didn't check my phone after I woke up," [Name] had said with a shrugged as he dipped the teabag on his cup and momentarily sent the D.I. a look. "But about what you had said earlier, why would you think I'm in any sort of danger, anyways?" The [Hair color] haired man had asked as he stopped dipping the teabag and took the teacup and handed it to the blond who immediately took the cup and sent him a greatful look.
"Thank you, [Name]," Greg thanked as he placed the cup on the counter which made [Name] sent him a raise brow. Afterall, who the hell put a cup of tea that was handed to you a second ago immediately down? Now that's just rude... but the [Hair color] haired man did kept in mind that maybe his friend has some things on his mind? Greg did kicked down his door just to come inside, which he honestly pondered why; he did gave a spare key to the blond afterall.
Maybe this day wasn't actually that good...
Greg had cleared his throat as he took something out of his coat's inner pocket. As he was taking out whatever it was, [Name] had already made a tea for himself and began drinking it as he wait patiently for his friend to show whatever it was. "Ahah," the blond muttered to himself as he found what he needed as he took it out and showed at the [Hair color] haired male.
"A crinkled paper...?" [Name] said unsure of himself as he gave the blond a confused look. "You kicked down my door just to show me a crinkled paper, Greg?" He asked, confused as his friend merely shake his head.
"No," the D.I. had said as he was about to explain about the paper in his hand when the sound of footsteps neared.
"[Name], had someone braked in to your flat again? Because the door is down," a blunt voice cut to their conversation which was followed by a quiet hiss, "Sherlock!" by another man's voice. Turning both of their heads, the two saw none other than the self-proclaimed sociopath and the ex-army doctor. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson who had strolled inside the [Hair color] haired flat. The curly haired man merely walked in without much of a thought while the small blond behind him sent the two male's an apologetic smile.
"So, what happened with the door, [Name]?" John had asked when he had neared the [Hair color] haired and the other blond along with Sherlock. The doctor was very confused on why his neighbor's door was broken down, afterall, the man was already a close friend to him that was actually normal than the man beside him who rolled his eyes at the short blond's question.
"John don't be stupid," Sherlock had said as he briefly looked at the doctor who sent him an annoyed glare then back to the [Hair color] haired who was calmly drinking his tea and the blond D.I. who was still holding the paper. The self-proclaimed sociopath noted that it was probably important but he had to answer his friend's question first before he deduced the bloody hell on the two.
"Oh yeah? Then explain, Sherlock," John had huffed as the said man had rolled his eyes again. "Gladly," Sherlock had stated as he began.
"Obviously, Detective George here had kicked down the door. Probably had something important to say to [Name] who was too slow to react on opening the door," The curly haired had bluntly said as the D.I. softly muttered, "It's Greg," which Sherlock had replied, "Sure, it is, Geoff," making the poor man exasperatedly sighed.
As the two "talk"-- Sherlock ignoring whatever Greg was talking about while the latter trying to explain that his name was Greg not George or Geoff-- John looked at the [Hair color] haired man for his explanation and the said man merely nodded his head as he sipped his tea. "Sherl's right, John," [Name] had said as he finished drinking. "Greg here decided to bust my door open even though he had the key to my flat like you two," he said with a shrugged which he then sent a soft glare at the D.I.'s way when he finished. Making Greg awkwardly chuckle.
"Forgotten at the heat of the moment... sorry about that, [Name]," Greg had said as the [Hair color] haired male sighed as he nodded and sent a small smile at the blond. "No worries," [Name] had said as he put his cup down and then turned to look at the two new people inside his flat. "Tea, you two?" He asked as Sherlock nodded his head on his confirmation while John sent him a small smile. "Yes, please and thank you, [Name]," the doctor had said as the [Hair color] haired smiled.
"No problem," he said as he turn and walked to prepare the said tea. "You three can go and sit in the livingroom," [Name] had stated as he began preparing a batch of tea for his guest.
The three men did take his advuce and went to sit at the couches on the living room. Greg sitting in a one man couch while John and Sherlock decided to sit at the longer one where three or maybe four can fit. Silence hunged the three until John dceided to make small talk.
"So, Greg," the doctor had started as he sent the D.I. a smile. "Why are you here in [Name]'s flat? Doesn't the Yard needed you right now?" He asked as Greg nodded his head at the blond. "Well, I was at the Yard but recieved something important about [Name]," he explained, caughting the doctor's interest amd the sociopath aswell who stayed still quiet but would occasionally send glances on the paper the D.I. was still holding in his hand.
"I tried contact the Git but he wouldn't answer his phone so I hailed a cab and came here as fast as I can. Turns out [Name] didn't have time to look at his phone before I came here--" "--and break down his down like a fool--" Agerlock immediately interjected whichgotten him a small glare from the man. "-- and break his door," Greg finished exaplaining as John sent him a curious look.
"What did you recieved concerning [Name], if you don't mind me asking?" John requested as the D.I. immediately shaked his head. "Oh, no worries," he assured the doctor. "I got this le--" once again, Greg was cut off my the curly haired who already finished deducing whatever he had to say.
"You had gotten an important letter about [Name]," came's Sherlock's blunt reply which Greg let out a sigh but nodded. "Yes, I did," the D.I. had said.
"It's... erm... I was very worried because of the letter," Greg awkwardly confessed. John smiled at the D.I.'s words, he honestly found it sweet how Greg worries about his friends, like, a lot. "That's sweet, Greg," John offhandedly said which caused the D.I. to softly chuckle on it. "Yeah... sweet..."
As the two blond's began to chat, Sherlock pondered for awhile as he blankly stared at in front of. One minute... two... three... four... five... six... seve--
"Geoffrey, hand me the letter," Sherlock abruptly said as the two blond's immediately stopped what they were talking about and turned to look at him. The said man, althought his name was said wrong again-- Greg is honestly tired with the curly haired man's incompetence on remembering his name-- had a frown in his lips but nevertheless, he had gave the crinkled paper to the outstretched hand of the consulting detective. "Here," Greg had said as Sherlock immediately snatched it away from the D.I.'s hand and unfolded it. His eyes scanning the words imprinted on the paper as his eyebrows furrowed.
As the curly haired man had read the contents of the letter, John had looked at him then back to the other blond then back to the man beside him for a couple of seconds. He was honestly surprised that Sherlock displayed emotion other than that "I'm ten times more intelligent than everyone in this room" defualt look, annoyed, or that blank look he always had plastered on his face. The doctor turned to the D.I. and sent a confused look.
"What's written in the letter?" He softly asked as Greg's gave a grim look. "[Name] apparently destroyed a Government Propertion and is given a warning not to do it again," Greg had said.
It took some time for John to processed what the other blond had said but after he did, he sputtered out incoherent words. "W-wha... he? H-he what? G... government property... des... destroyed...[Name]? W... what?" Came John's unintelligent reply. He was absolutely confused.
"H-how?" John had asked as Greg merely shrugged and was about to spout hus theories when the said [Hair color] haired man had finally made his entrance. "So, how's everyones day?" [Name] had asked as he strolled to the livingroom, holding a silver tray on his hands that had a ceramic white teapot and four teacups with a plate of cookies.
"Sorry for the wait," the [Hair color] haired man had apologized as he put the tray down the coffee table in the middle and then sat at the other lone couch. "The bloody stove wouldn't work at first to heat some water up and I also had to find those cookies Mrs. Hudson had given to me yesterday," he explained as he then looked at three of his guest with a grin. "So? How's the day going?" [Name] asked again as he leaned to take one of the teacups on the silver tray and leaned back on the couch, softly blowing on the hot tea.
Three merely stayed quiet as Sherlock was still analyzing the letter, John was still shock with Greg's words on him destroying a Government Property, while Greg awkwardly took a cup of tea and drink it.
The silence made the [Hair color] haired male raise a brow. "Why is everyone so quiet?" He asked as he sipped on his tea. Silence again.
John honestly wanted to say something and he was about too; but before he could, Sherlock had abruptly stood up and looked at [Name] with the blankest look plastered on his face.
"Did you and Mycroft had sex?" Sherlock had bluntly had said which made the said man who's question was directed to choked on his tea. Greg too as he did not expect Sherlock to come to that conclusion. John was surprised and was quite embarrassed. "Sherlock!" He hissed at the curly haired as he hide his face on the palms of his hands. "Bloody hell! You don't asked anyone who they have sex with!" John had exasperatedly said as Sherlock merely stood his stand.
"Well? Did you [Name]?" Sherlock asked again which amde the poor [Hair color] haired man let out coughs, his face flushed with a bright hue of red from his embarrassment. Bloody hell, why was he friends with this guy again?
[Name] couldn't really answer as he avoided Sherlock's piercing gaze. He was sweating a bit from the intensity of the curly haired man's stare. Like, my Jove, he was scared at Sherlock right now.
Sherlock was honestly getting a bit impatient and was about to ask again when he perked up on hearing the sound of familiar footsteps approaching near, althought the steps were quite odd. "Speak of the devil..." He softly muttered as he looked at the doorway which was followed by Greg and John aswell while [Name] stayed not looking at anyone right now.
"What are you all doing here? And why is Mr. [Last name]'s door broken?" Mycroft had asked as he strolled inside with a raise brow. Sherlock merely looked at his brother blankly and the latter did aswell. "Good morning brother," he had greeted as he then turned to the doctor. "Watson," and then at the D.I. "Lestrade," and lastly, he turned his gaze towards the man who didn't looked upon his arrival. "Good morning to you, [Last name]."
The said man merely kept silent and avoided anyone's gaze which was fixated to him again when the older Holme had greeted him. At his behavior, Mycroft raised a brow and a frown on his lips as he turned to look at his brother again to looked at him aswell.
"Alright, what did you Gits have done?" The older Holmes asked as John was about to spout answer but was again bested by Sherlock who stared dead in the eye of his brother as he said, "I asked him if you two shagged."
Mycroft took a second to process what his brother had said, and when he did, he looked neutral but Sherlock noticed that small pink taint on his cheeks. The older Holmes had awkwardly ckeared hus throat as he answered his brother's query.
"That is none of your concerns, little brother," Mycroft had said as he immediately noticed that gleam in Sherlock's eyes. Well, fuck.
"So, you both did," Sherlock had said. A bit happy and smugged at the same time as a small smirk formed on his lips. The younger Holmes was very amused.
"H-how would you even know, Sherlock?" John had managed to find his voice and asked. This whole thing was really messing with his mind. So was Greg. Greg was bloody confused.
"Yeah," the D.I. agreed. "Not that I not have faith in your deduction Holmes-- erm, the... the younger... Sherlock-- but how would you connect [Name] and your brother having sex with destruction of Government property?" Greg had asked as Sherlock seemed to gleam at his words.
Turning his head to look at the two blond's, the two were surprised to see a large grin plastered on the curly haired male's face. "Wha--"
The curly haired man had gave his older brother a side glance as he then looked at the two blonds again. The younger Holmes did not missed that deadpanned stare on his brother's face. "Oh, you two simple minded people," Sherlock had said as he clapped his hands together.
"You two have not figured it out?" He asked in a obnoxious tone which made the two blonds to follow along the older Holmes steps on glaring at the male. "It was quite simple really," the younger Holmes had said as he began to explain.
"[Name], of all people getting a letter from the Ministery that he had destroyed a Government property?" He said as he continued. Not really minding both his brother's glare and the [Hair color] haired man's who finally stopped avoiding his friends eye cintact to blankly stare at him. "Have you two ever thought that the so-called "Government property" was the Government itself?" Sherlock had asked as he sent his brother a sly grin.
"What?" Greg had asked in confusion which made Sherlock gave him an annoyed glare. "Geoff, it means [Name] and Mr. Government here had--" the younger Holmes was cut off.
"It means Mycroft and I had sex," [Name] had bluntly said as he hid his face on the palm of his hands. My Jove, his face felt so hot right now. The other man, Mycroft, looked away from the others gazes with a prominent flush of pink on his tainting cheeks.
Sherlock merely hummed as he already knew that and John sat in shock and bewilderment. [Name] and Mycroft? Bloody hell... Mr. "Caring was not an advantage"? And he thought he wouldn't be surprised with anything now. Greg on the other hand...
"H-how?" The D.I. sputtered. "H-how is that related to you having sex with Mycroft on the destruction of Government property?!?" Greg asked as [Name] hid himself more.
"[Name] gave a hickey-- you can see it glaring with all its glory underneath Mycroft's collar-- to my brother and have caused Mycroft to have a temporary gait abnormality," Sherlock had said. This cause the two said men, [Name] and Mycroft, to flush more.
"Gait abnormality means Mycroft had a trouble walking from the shagg--" the curly haired was cut off by his brother's embarrassed shout. "Alright, that's enough!" Mycroft had said as he shake his head in disappointment. He is honestly done with Sherlock right now...
A preganant silence had appeared as the five men stayed quiet.
Until the [Hair color] haired man aswkwardly cough which made the four's attention come to him. "So," [Name] awkwardly started as he rubbed his neck.
"Am I in trouble for the "destruction" I have caused?" He asked. [Name] was actually genuinely curious, did he have to oay a fine? Wasn't destruction of Government property punishable by prison? Fuck, was he going to jai--
"No," Mycroft had answered as he looked at the [Hair color] haired man who let out a sigh of relief, not knowing he was holding his breathe when he was internally panicking on being thrown to jail. Honestly, how was he with this man again?
"This is your first warning though, so keep that in mind," he added as [Name] nodded his head. Still relieved though. "Noted." [Name] had said as he looked at Mycroft with a smile. The two stayed silent then as they merely looked at each other. Rather content on the other's figure until a cough broke them fron their stare to turn to look who was the caused of the sound.
"Um... s-should we leave you two alone?" John had awkwardly asked as he began to stand up, followed by Greg as Mycroft decided to answer. "If you three could, that eould be appreciated," he had said as John nodded and began to walk towards the doorway where Greg had followed behind him. "Nice seeing you again, Mycroft. [Name]," the doctor bid as walked away as the said man nodded his head while the [Hair color] haired waved. "Bye Mycroft, see you later, [Name]," Greg had said as he went out aswell.
Only the three remain which Mycroft turned and blankly stared at his younger brother. "I said, three, Sherlock," the older Holmes had said as the younger merely smirked and began to walk towards the doorway. As he was halfway out, he turned and looked at [Name].
"Don't leave noticable marks and go easy on fatty, got it?" Sherlock had said. "Oh, by the way, go to [Name]'s room or else you'll both scarred Mrs. Hudson for life," he said as he then walked out.
The two stayed quiet for awhile as they processed what the curly haired man had said. Until...
"SHERLOCK!" Mycroft had shouted as [Name] merely stayed put on his couch while he watched the older Holmes rubbed his temple from the headache he already was getting. "Honestly, that brat," Mycroft muttered in annoyance as the [Hair color] haired man kept quiet and instead took his cup of tea off the coffee table and drink from it. He needed tea right now to calm the nerves he felt from his embarrassment awhile ago.
As the [Hair color] haired man took the time to calm his nerves and drink his tea, the other man had placed his umbrella on the couch where John had sat awhile as and straightened his coat. Briefly looking at the doorway and sighed as he then looked at the [Hair color] haired man who was sipping tea.
Clearing his throat, Mycroft had gotten the other's attention. "I think we have some unfinished business to attend to Mr. [Last name]?" He had said which made the [Hair color] haired make raise a brow as he then set down his his cup on the coffee table.
"And that business is..." [Name] trailed of as Mycroft rolled his eyes and then began to walked towards where [Name] had sat. When he neared, the older Holmes immediately placed both his hands on each side of armrest of the couch and leaned down as he looked at [Name] in the eye. He then leaned down more, getting closer to the other's ear as he finally revealed the "business" he was talking about.
"Punishment, Mr. [Last name]," he softly whispered as he then back away a bit and sat on the other man's lap as he wrapped his arms around [Name]'s neck while the other unconciously had grabbed his hips.
"Just make sure you hide the marks well..."
