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I'm sorry, MycroftI'm sorry, Mycroft by Tenshi-Inverse
He just stood there, hands in pockets, looking at his big brother as nothing had happened. Well, it was his usual look, the one that couldn't tell you much of the thoughts and emotions hidden behind those eyes. Actually, Mycroft was not much different, they were brothers after all and they were both extremely good at hiding feelings. So they were standing staring at each other trying to guess the following movement of one another. Sherlock expected everything, just everything, he never knew what could Mycroft do if his honour was wounded, and Sherlock was sure that it was. He hadn't told his brother about the plan, he had made him consider his little brother dead. It hurt, it definitely hurt. Not his feelings, but his pride. He had always been the person who knew everything about everyone. And now he was fooled by his own little brother. And that fact made the great Sherlock Holmes feel nervous. Like he was again five years old standing before his brother with his broken toy in one han
Off the Abyss: +Holmescest+"Sherlock, stop it." It's not the first command Mycroft has ever given his brother, nor will it be the last, but perhaps the penultimate. The words aren't caressed by supple lips but forged into jagged edges to be thrown at the prone slump on his couch, to match a temper rising above decades of self-restraint. Mycroft's skin has been pulled taut over his knuckles, cells stretched to their breaking points and seeking release from their bonds as he seeks release from his.Off the Abyss: +Holmescest+ by average-ninja
Just one uncaring shove, one anonymous push, one loving feather-light finger to rest upon his shoulder, and he would snap. He daren't think about the consequences now, as they'd ruin the tart sweetness of dancing with the danger he's just begun to flirt with.
Tempt me. He begins to tap his ring finger against his obsolete umbrella in impatience, awaiting confirmation and damnation from the one man who'd ever come close to equaling his intelligence, and certainly the solitary figure who'd made a heist of My
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