It was suspicious. He read each contract carefully, suddenly not sure if things went wrong that Mycroft would be able to get him out, but so far, it didn't look like anything he couldn't handle. "This is more than just a strip club, isn't it sir?"

Sherlock couldn't believe he'd sunk so low, but the itch had been overwhelming, and he's money had been cut off, he'd gotten himself clean but his family were haven't none of it, his parents turning him away and back onto the streets. So here he was, waiting in a club owned by a man called Darko, looking for a job, he'd do anything right now, he was desperate, Lestrade wouldn't take him back now. "Are you Mr Darko?" (hello, hope this is okay?)

Darko passed the boy, ignoring him for several minutes as he discussed business with some of his men. Once he’d finished, he finally turned to the boy. “Stand up.” 

Nodding, he looked his boss over, then thought back to what drinks had been on his table before going to pour them drinks, handing one to Darko before sitting down, "What sort of contacts are they sir?"

Sherlock couldn't believe he'd sunk so low, but the itch had been overwhelming, and he's money had been cut off, he'd gotten himself clean but his family were haven't none of it, his parents turning him away and back onto the streets. So here he was, waiting in a club owned by a man called Darko, looking for a job, he'd do anything right now, he was desperate, Lestrade wouldn't take him back now. "Are you Mr Darko?" (hello, hope this is okay?)

Darko passed the boy, ignoring him for several minutes as he discussed business with some of his men. Once he’d finished, he finally turned to the boy. “Stand up.” 

Nodding, he continued his little kisses, trailing them along his spine, stopping when he'd reached Felix's ass, before leaning back over him to retrieve a condom for later, and some flavoured lube for now, "It's a little cold by try to relax." He squeezed some onto the other's hole, spreading his cheeks with his free hand, before lowering his head, closing the bottle and setting it down as he snaked out his tongue to push against his hole.

“As am I, I assure you.” His previous sexual experiences were few and far between, but once he’d left boarding school he’d gotten himself checked and did so after every sexual encounter and after every case, he was clean and careful. Sherlock placed butterfly kisses between his shoulder blades, he usually wasn’t like this with someone he’d just met, usually if anything happened it was quick and needy but with Felix it felt different, either way he put his partners preferences over his own. “Is there anything else you’d prefer? Condom, no condom?”

William did his best, watching the other waiters and waitresses, doing what they did.

When his new boss called him into the back room, he deposited the glasses he'd collected and followed him, "Yes sir?"

Sherlock couldn't believe he'd sunk so low, but the itch had been overwhelming, and he's money had been cut off, he'd gotten himself clean but his family were haven't none of it, his parents turning him away and back onto the streets. So here he was, waiting in a club owned by a man called Darko, looking for a job, he'd do anything right now, he was desperate, Lestrade wouldn't take him back now. "Are you Mr Darko?" (hello, hope this is okay?)

Darko passed the boy, ignoring him for several minutes as he discussed business with some of his men. Once he’d finished, he finally turned to the boy. “Stand up.” 

"Yes sir." William said politely, nodding, keeping his ass out as he swayed his hips as we went to serve more customers, making sure to lean over the bar a little more this time, giving everyone a good view of his ass.

Sherlock couldn't believe he'd sunk so low, but the itch had been overwhelming, and he's money had been cut off, he'd gotten himself clean but his family were haven't none of it, his parents turning him away and back onto the streets. So here he was, waiting in a club owned by a man called Darko, looking for a job, he'd do anything right now, he was desperate, Lestrade wouldn't take him back now. "Are you Mr Darko?" (hello, hope this is okay?)

Darko passed the boy, ignoring him for several minutes as he discussed business with some of his men. Once he’d finished, he finally turned to the boy. “Stand up.” 

Oh goodness, that is a lot. Well, what ideas did you have for it?

Yeah, I've written it more coherently somewhere. Well there's the traditional meeting obviously, or we could start further in? I always wanted to explore how they interact between cases more, when they're just people... Idk lol.

His free hand came up to hold Zach's as it wrapped around his shoulders, leaning against the other boy, relishing in the closeness. "Good, because I lo... like you being around." Sherlock blushed deeper, looking away from Zach, hoping he'd covered his slip of the tongue without him noticing. "We might have to persuade Toby to spend the night in John's bed then." He giggled, leaning up to kiss his cheek sweetly, then purred into his ear, "Because I rarely want to sleep when you're around, Zach."

"Zach! I bought a puppy and I love him so much! You have to see how cute he is!"

"Yes. Say no more. When? Now? What’s his name? What’s he like? Imma steal it from ya. Fair warning."

Cupping some water with his hand, he dragged it up his chest, shifting to try and get comfortable in the bath while he waited for Mycroft to return, not opening his eyes again until he did, “Thank you.” He took the glass with both hands, and slowly brought it to his lips.

He did as he was told, closing his eyes and tried to ignore the twitching of the muscle in his thigh, that couldn’t be changed. “Can I ‘ave some water, ‘lease?” What little concentration he had left told him that he would easily become dehydrated during this.

"Got it." Moving onto his back, Sherlock watched as Mycroft got the lube and condom, spreading his legs apart as he relaxed as instructed, licking his lips as his brother settled, he gave him a small nod to show that he was ready for what came next, "I love you." He mumbled, wanting to say it now with this context before anything more happened.

Nodding, Sherlock rolled off his brother, kissing his shoulder sweetly and smiling up at him. “How should I… how do you want me?” He asked somewhat nervously, but the feeling of giddy anticipation helped to soothe his nerves, he’d wanted this for so long this whole experience was rather surreal.

Activity PSA - Semi Hiatus

I don't know guys, I'm just really not happy anymore?? I'm not happy with certain situations that I'm in, and Sherlock is dwindling, it's like he can tell I'm not comfortable and that's making him act out. There are some really lovely people here and I can't get enough of them but with others (and I feel awful for saying this) the interactions feel a little forced, this isn't easy or fun right now so I think I need to take a step back before I loose Sherlock. Part of me wants to delete my John over at jezailbullet but I'm pretty attached to the threads I have there with thebamfblueelf (and before you think I'm a bitch for saying that, they are the only person who interacts with John right now and I ♥ them and Kurt so much!) so John stays for now. I'm going to delete my Sherrinford over at logicxisxrare because while I tried really hard and did my best, he gets zilcho interactions anymore. So does nigelsxhoudini but that was only little to begin with so that's going too. In short, I'm going to be here-ish, doing only SHORT things, but I'll be hella selective and I don't want any messages about it, this is for my mental health. John stays, Sherrinford and Houdini are going.

Sherlock knew instantly that his brother wasn't being entirely truthful, the way he rushed his words told him that. With a frown he leant into his touch more, wanting to help anyway he could.

"Whatever it is, you can tell me." He mumbled when Mycroft sighed but didn't pull away until he did, reaching up to cup his cheek softly as he listened, whatever that one thing was it had effected his brother, and that worried him.

"Dinner can wait, please tell me. You're always there for me, let me do the same for you, you're clearly upset about whatever happened. Please?" He coaxed softly, his hand moving up to brush Mycroft's hair off his forehead, wanting to comfort him.

Mycroft should be home already, that was all he could think as he cooked their dinner, he’d gotten much better at cooking since moving in and wanted to welcome him home with a home cooked meal.

Sherlock tried not to run at his brother when he heard the door open and close, he waited in the kitchen, flour on his clothes and face and in his hair from the pasta he’d made, he turned into Mycroft’s tight hug, returning it with a worried look.

"Why are you so late home? Did something go wrong with your mission?" His tone was steady but he was really very concerned about him as he kissed his cheek softly, hoping to reassure him.

The kiss was perfect, even if he had to go up on his toes slightly, "I love you too." He murmured in reply, keeping his voice low not wanting to take away from the moment.

"I can't wait, honestly, I know I wasn't the best little brother growing up but I'm much easier to live with than I was, I promise." He smiled at his brother and hugged him tightly, knowing this would be the best Valentine's day he'd ever had, because he'd be spending it with Mycroft.

"Do you have something to play music on? I want to dance with you..." he rested his head on Mycroft's shoulder, swaying slightly as he hummed something classical.

Holmesian Valentines || closed starter w/ thegameisafoot-rp

"So do I, I could try kicking up a fuss over insignificant things, I can blame the lack of sleep due to all the travel time I have to work around to get to university, it should help move things along because you live much closer." It was actually a problem but he didn’t want to talk about it now, he just wanted to enjoy Mycroft’s company.

He giggled slightly at the kiss, settling back onto the sofa as he pulled out his phone, making a quick text before shoving his phone back in his pocket, just before Mycroft returned,

Gasping a little at the present, Sherlock stood up and embraced his brother tightly, murmuring into the crook of his neck, “I love it, thank you Mycroft.” Perhaps it was the emotions about the prospects of spending a traditionally romantic day with his brother after so many years of imagining it, but he was feeling a little more vulnerable today.

"My Alpha." He nuzzled at Mycroft's neck, breathing deeply as he was kissed, doting kisses in return, "I know you do, it makes me feel so loved and I don't thank you enough for it." Sherlock confessed, looking up at his brother with wide eyes, wrapping an arm around his shoulder while the other traced patterns onto his collarbone, "I love you, Mycroft."

"Excellent, you know, I do love spending time with you. I mean, just being with you, it makes me feel safe." He wasn’t usually one for expressing how he felt, but cradled against his chest he felt comfortable enough to tell Mycroft how he felt. The hand in his hair was soothing, but he knew he was already warm, his heat starting to show but they had until the evening, he knew his own body.

"Well I, um, thought it best to get him used to you, you'll be around a lot, I hope, so..." Sherlock blushed and buried his face in his hands to try and hide it, "It's only for two weeks, he's having an injection next week and he can go out a week after that apparently." Sniggering, he winked at Zach, before sliding an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. "I knew it. Toby is insisting upon sleeping in bed with me and for a tiny little dog he takes up much more room than you'd think so you'll have to negotiate with him about who gets the sofa."

"Zach! I bought a puppy and I love him so much! You have to see how cute he is!"

"Yes. Say no more. When? Now? What’s his name? What’s he like? Imma steal it from ya. Fair warning."

Nodding, Sherlock rolled off his brother, kissing his shoulder sweetly and smiling up at him. "How should I... how do you want me?" He asked somewhat nervously, but the feeling of giddy anticipation helped to soothe his nerves, he'd wanted this for so long this whole experience was rather surreal.

Sherlock built up a steady rhythm, looking up at Mycroft as he bobbed his head, but before long he pulled off, not wanting to rush things. He leant up to kiss his brother softly, “You have the most beautiful eyes.” He murmured, more to himself than to Mycroft, up close he could see all the different pigments in his irises, he wanted to catalog them all.

He did as he was told, closing his eyes and tried to ignore the twitching of the muscle in his thigh, that couldn't be changed. "Can I 'ave some water, 'lease?" What little concentration he had left told him that he would easily become dehydrated during this.

"M’be when I was younger, when you went to ‘versity, I didn’t want t’be alone…" He mumbled, currently he couldn’t think of any other reason he’d ever hate his brother. Whereas he normally would have protested to being undressed, but he didn’t make a fuss. Sherlock’s skin was slick with a thin sheen of sweat and the lukewarm water felt marvelous.