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Sherlock laid his head on Mycroft’s chest, who was running his hands through his uncontrolled curls. The detective hadn’t said a word in over an hour, and Mycroft could tell something was bothering him.
“Penny for your thoughts, little brother.”
Turning his head, so he faced his brother, Sherlock sighed. “You know we’ll slip up, eventually, and people who are close to us will find out.”
“I imagine.”
“What will we do when it happens? What if they hate us or worse betray us?”
“We need to be as careful as possible, and if it does happen, we’ll have to face the outcome together.”
Sitting up, Sherlock brought his knees to his chest, which was his way of making himself as small as possible when upset.
“But Mikey, your life could be changed completely. You could lose everything.”
“Will I still have you?” Mycroft asked.
“Always.”
“Then I will have all I ever will need. Now lay back down and let me make you forget your troubles.”
Once Sherlock was back lying down, Mycroft began kissing his neck, then slowly moving down his chest and taking a minute to tease his nipples and lick his navel. The moans coming from his brother encouraged him to keep going.
A gasp of pleasure from Sherlock as Mycroft wrapped his lips around the head of his brother’s shaft. Moving faster and deeper, Mycroft brought his brother to a climax with a shout of his name.
“Did that help you forget your concern?” Mycroft came up to lay beside his brother and asked with a Cheshire grin.
The covers moved as Sherlock's headed down his brother’s body, “It helped. Now can I return the favor?” and without waiting for an answer, he did just that.
As they laid, the glow of making love soothing them, Mycroft spoke. “What will come, will come and we’ll face it together. Now sleep, we both have things to do today and need rest.” Pulling Sherlock into his arms, they both fell back to sleep.
Mrs. Hudson
Mycroft had just left after dropping him at Baker Street and bumping into Mrs. Hudson on the way down. Sherlock could hear her moving around downstairs and teacups rattling. But nothing could reduce the smile on his face as he thought about the night before and the love Mycroft and he had shared. It wasn't often they could spend the night in 221B, but John had had the night shift and was going by his sister's this morning, so they took advantage of it.
He quickly dressed and bounced happily down the stairs to meet his landlady who's hip was acting up lately to help her with picking up groceries. Knocking then quickly opening the door, he called out, “Ready to go?”
Mrs. H asked after noticing a glow on Sherlock's face. “You look extremely pleased with yourself this morning. Any special reason?”
“Just a nice discussion with my brother for a change,” he lied smoothly.
“I am so glad you two seemed to be getting along so well lately. Well, my dear, let's head out. I'm sure you have better things to do than carrying an old lady's groceries.”
“I've nothing better to do than escorting a beautiful lady around on her travels.” He teased, offering his arm after giving her a peck on the cheek.
She swatted his arm before taking it. Blushing, she said, “You can be so charming if you wish.”
Watching Sherlock as they walked, she could see he was happy that wasn't usually there. Thinking that she would need to find out what he was cheerful about, she didn't know that Sherlock's attention had wandered. She looked around to see that he had stopped in front of a store's window and missed the man who had stepped in front of her.
“Gives me that 'andbag old bat,” he demanded to wave a gun at her just as Sherlock turned and noticed what was going on.
His angry rose quickly, and without thinking, he stormed the man and knocked the gun out of his hand. The thief, who outweighed him by at least fifty pounds, shoved him away, causing him to hit the wall and cracking his head against a sharp corner. Not stopping for a moment, Sherlock jumped up, chasing after the man who had started to run through the nearby alley.
“Sherlock Holmes, don't you dare chase him. You're hurt,” Mrs. Hudson yelled after him.
Only a few seconds later of one `Mycroft's black car arrived, and two men were out and joined the chase while a third stayed with Mrs. Hudson.
When they caught up with the two men, the detective had the thief on the ground, pounding him as he said, “I said say it.”
When the thief said nothing, Sherlock began pounding him again, until a weak, “Me never touch a lady again.”
Emphasizing each word with a pouch, Sherlock said, “I didn't hear you.”
The thief loudly screamed, “Me never touch a lady again.”
“I believe he's had enough, for now, Mr. Holmes. We'll take over from here.” One of Mycroft's men said, touching the detective's shoulder.
Coming back to himself, Sherlock looked at the man below him. Standing up, he swayed and grabbed his head to find it was bleeding. One of the men steadied him while the other pulled the beaten man up.
“Me wants 'im charged. 'e pasted me.” The thief attempted to say, but his swelling mouth slurred it.
“If I were you, I'd shut it,” Mycroft's man said. “You're going to think what he did to you was a child's play when his brother sees his blooding head.”
“U can't do that,” the man started yelling, only to be silenced when Sherlock landed another punch to his jaw, knocking him out and walking out of the alley to find Mrs. Hudson telling the man guarding her about her days as an exotic dancer.
Seeing Sherlock, who was refusing to go to the hospital, Mrs. Hudson hurried to him. “Come on, dear, we're heading back, and I’ll take care of your head.”
After Mrs. Hudson had cleaned up his head and gave him an ice pack, she went downstairs to make tea.
Sherlock was lying on the couch when his phone rang. Smiling at the caller’s ID, “I’m fine, brother, dear.” He answered it.
The worry in Mycroft’s voice was apparent. “My men said your head was bleeding, but you refused to go in to have it checked.”
“I assure you it is fine. Mrs. Hudson fixed it and now is making me tea.”
“Sherlock, you don’t know how scared I am when you hurt. Please be more careful.”
“You're an old woman, Mycroft. By the way, the man who attempted to rob Mrs. Hudson, where is he?”
“Do not be concerned about him. Once he healed, he won’t see the light of day for a long time.”
“Thank you Mycie. I need to run. Mrs. Hudson will be up in a minute. Love you.”
“And you brother.”
Sherlock thought about the woman who had become his substrate mother. She’d soon be upstairs sharing the neighborhood gossip and comments about his appearance. Also, the rooms dishevel appearance and how much he was eating. He would have it no other way, and heaven help anyone whoever lays a hand on her.
“Sherlock, dear, I brought up tea and some of those biscuits you like. You’re so thin and need to fatten up some.” She called out as she entered.
“Yes, Mrs. H. I hope they’re the chocolate ones.”
“Of course, dear,” she turned around and stopped glaring at Sherlock, examining him more closely. “You’re glowing Sherlock. You found someone didn’t you?”
He wasn’t sure what to answer as if he said yes, then she would want to know who, but if he said no, he would be denying Mycroft. With a small nod of his head, he admitted he had found love.
“Oh, Sherlock. Do I know the person? Is it John? When can I meet her or him? I’m so glad you didn’t follow that brother of your advice, ‘Caring is not an advantage.’ Hopefully, someday he’ll find someone to make him happy.”
Before he thought about it, he whispered, “I think he has.” As a blush spread across his face, he looked up into her face.
Mrs. Hudson stopped her babbling and looked him right in the eye. Sherlock could see the moment she figured it out.
“Oh Sherlock,” she looked sadly at her. “You never do anything the easy way, do you? Are you sure you know what you’re in for if this gets out? The difficulties of hiding your love and sneaking around to get time together.”
“We’ve talked about the pros and the cons, but can’t give up one another. We truly do love one another, our soulmates,” His eyes asking for a plea for understanding in his comment.
“You two boys always so logical. Love isn’t logical, you understand, don’t you? The heart doesn’t choose who it decides to love. But to be happy, there is no way to refuse to admit it and be happy. Is it possible what you’ve been looking for in the past to make you happy,” she tried to explain how she sees love.
“You don’t hate me or feel I’m an evil person.”
She was sad to see how much he needed her approval, though if she didn’t reassure him that she would still care, he would follow his heart. However, it would be heavier.
“Why would I feel that way? For finding love? I’m not one for condemning others. My life wasn’t always within the law or society norms. Remember, I was the wife of a crime lord and an exotic dancer. How can I judge you when you look like you’ve found love in your life?”
“A very expressive one from some of the videos I’ve seen,” Sherlock teased, trying to loosen the tightness in his chest. It tightened again, afraid of the answer as he asked again. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Having an incestuous relationship within these walls? It is illegal and taboo.”
“I’ve put up with your experiments, setting fire to the apartment once a month, sulking, temper tantrums. To see you happy, I can surely put up with you in love. Just be careful, love. Don’t let this hurt you. You’re like a son to me, and I won’t accept anyone hurting you, especially that brother of yours. He’ll answer to me if he does.” She promised.
Hugging her, he surprised both of them. “Not just my housekeeper then?”
Swatting at him, she smiled. “Oh, you incorrigible man. I need to bake some of those biscuits your brother likes so much if he’s going to be around more. And remember, I always have a shoulder for you to lean on if you need it.”
She turned to leave but stopped and spoke once more. “Remember, Sherlock, at the end of the day. You can’t help who you in love with. Just enjoy it.”
Leaning back, he thought about what just happened. Mrs. Hudson never ceases to surprise him and would be in their corner no matter what. It was a relief to know that not everyone would be against them if this came out.”
Still smiling, Sherlock grabbed his phone. “Mrs. Hudson knows, and she is baking your favorite biscuits.”
It only took a minute to respond, “Be there in an hour. Don’t eat all the biscuits. Love you brother.”
“I’ll expect you to show me just how much you love me for leaving the biscuits for you when you get here.” Sherlock teased.
“I sure I can think of a way to do that,” Mycroft said.
“Then hurry. I’m hungry, and the biscuits are tempting.” Sherlock
“On my way,” Mycroft assured him.
Sherlock hung up with a smile on his face waiting to see how his brother will show him he loved him this time.
chapter 1: Mrs. Hudson