Re: Fill -- Everyone loves Mycroft 2/4velvet_maceDecember 1 2010, 18:56:56 UTC
III. Anderson
This man's seduction technique is truly amazing, Anderson thought. I should take notes. Really, everything he did seemed perfectly geared to getting him in bed. From the oh-so-casual discussion outside the crime scene that just so happened to segue to Anderson's hobbies, to the offer to take the discussion to the pub, to finally taking the discussion to Mycroft's opulent flat, where he just so happened to have some actual dinosaur fossils on display.
"May I touch it," he asked with reverence.
"Gently. It's very old."
"Of course," He ran his finger down a pterodactyl femur. "Incredible. This should be in a museum."
Mycroft reached an arm around him to touch the bone as well, and as if by chance his finger met the side of Anderson's hand. Anderson breathed in and smelled Mycroft's cologne and the sharper smell of interest. His entire body became aware of their positions, him leaning forward over the table, Mycroft standing just behind. It was a vulnerable position. One with possibilities.
Anderson had slept with men before. Not many. Enough to know some of these moves. Enough to have done them himself.
Mycroft's hand slid over his, then moved up his arm to his shoulder, then squeezed. "You know where this is going, don't you," he said softly.
"For a couple of hours," admitted Anderson. "You aren't really interested in dinosaurs are you?"
"Not to the extent you are, but yes, I am. They ruled the Earth for a very long time. As such, I find them … intriguing."
"You know that it's an office joke about me and dinosaurs. I just like them as a hobby, not a turn on. I mean, how would that even work."
"Yes, I already know, Tommy."
"How did you know - no one uses my--" said Anderson. "I know everything about you." Mycroft slid an arm around his waist. "And I know it's time to move this on." The hand reached down and cupped him through his trousers, stroking his hardening manhood.
Anderson spun around and kissed him. He wanted it to be a surprise, show that himself for the take-charge kind of bloke that he was. But if it took Mycroft off guard, the man adjusted fast enough. Mycroft caught him up in that position, took his kiss, commanded and deepened it.
By mutual decision they decided that the sitting room rug was as good a place as any. Anderson wasn't surprised that Mycroft had condoms and lube stuffed in his pocket. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing to let someone else take the lead, he thought.
Re: Fill -- Everyone loves Mycroft 3/4velvet_maceDecember 1 2010, 18:58:23 UTC
IV. Molly
"Oh look at this handsome fellow," she knelt down to coo over the puppy. The excited pup jumped up and down and tangled himself in his lead in his eagerness to be petted. "Look at you! Look at you!" She ran her hand over his bristly fur. Then she looked up into Mycroft's eyes. "He's beautiful. How old is he?"
"Eight months," said Mycroft. "He belonged to a good friend of mine who just succumbed to cancer."
Molly stood up, her eyes practically glowing. "Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss."
Mycroft nodded, his face grew sad. "It was expected. Tobi here made his last months better, but his job is done. He needs a new home. I was wondering if you knew anyone who could take him on."
"You mean you don't want him yourself?"
"I'm afraid I'm far too busy to keep a dog. They need someone who will love and take care of them. Put them first. They need someone loyal and caring and trustworthy. That's why I thought of you."
He reached down and petted the dog, who was now so frantic with pleasure his tail appeared to be wagging the rest of his body.
"Oh, then, I'll take him," said Molly. "Of course I will. He's a sweetie-pie!"
"If you care to come with me, we can walk him back to my place. I can gather up his things. I'm afraid I rather over indulged him with toys." He paused, "Unless of course, you are busy. In which case we can do this another time."
Molly's eyes were round with joy. Her heart hammered. "I was meaning to go to Tescos, but that can wait."
Mycroft held out his arm to her, and Molly, let out a little squeak as she took it. She could feel her face turning a bit pink, and down below she felt a little pleasant tension. My goodness Mycroft was so charming, she thought.
Two hours later she'd forgotten all about Tobi, even though occasionally she could hear him clicking about on the hardwood floors outside the closed door to Mycroft's bedroom. Her hands were buried in short soft hair, while Mycroft's head nodded between her thighs and his tongue brought her to orgasm for the third time.
This was the best day ever.
V. Dimmock
"You are a dirty boy," the man growled in his ear. "Take your punishment."
Dimmock tensed in anticipation of the spank. Then it came with all the cathartic release of pain and heat and pressure. His erection slapped against his leather chaps as his hips bent under the blow. This man was strong. He was going to walk funny tomorrow for sure.
"Thank you, sir," he gasped, feeling the tears welling up and threatening to spill over his cheeks.
"You let Lestrade beat you again, didn't you. His record is better than yours, and it always will be. Do you know why?"
The sound of the spank rang in his ears. Oh, god it hurt. He was bruising, definitely.
"Yes, Sir. I'm stupid. I'm arrogant. I make assumptions I shouldn't."
"You need to be humbled."
"Yes, sir."
The next blow was certainly humbling. Tears flowed freely down Dimmock's face. Oh god, he needed this. It hurt so bad.
"You let Sherlock show you up again, didn't you? He took two seconds and saw twenty things you missed. Important things. You should have seen them, boy."
"Yes, I should have. Punish me. I need to learn." He felt Mycroft's hands over his heated flesh, stroking the sensitive, injured buttocks.
Then the touch was gone and the spank came, and everything went away again. The job, the stress, the need to be best. He was in the moment, in the BDSM club, with a new dom who somehow knew everything about him. Knew everything he needed.
"Very good," murmured Mycroft, reaching forward and giving his cock a tug. Dimmock came so hard his legs gave way and nothing but the ropes around his wrists kept him from falling to the rubber matted floor.
Re: Fill -- Everyone loves Mycroft 4/4velvet_maceDecember 1 2010, 18:59:16 UTC
-I. John
"That's enough, Mycroft," said Sherlock. "I draw the line."
"I don't know what you are talking about," said Mycroft letting himself settle more comfortably in the cushions of John's favorite chair. "What gives you the idea that I'm out to seduce John."
"Because it's what you do, you man-whore," said Sherlock. "It's some sort of weird game for you. You seduce everyone in my life. Friends. Enemies. People I barely know. I can't fathom why you do it. And no-" he said preemptively. "I don't want to know either. It's your randy libido, it's your problem."
"Then why are you even discussing it?"
"Because John is mine and I'm not going to let you do it to him."
"I haven't made a move on him," said Mycroft innocently.
"And you won't," said Sherlock. "Promise."
Mycroft's face settled into annoyance. "I really don't think -"
"Promise." There was a sound of footsteps faintly outside the door. The man of the hour was coming.
Reluctantly Mycroft nodded. "Very well. He's all yours."
The door opened and John stepped in. He looked from Sherlock to Mycroft. "Oh, hello again."
Mycroft looked John over with palpable longing, then grabbed his umbrella and headed to the door. As it shut he heard John's voice.
Re: Fill -- Everyone loves Mycroft 4/4darthhellokittyDecember 1 2010, 20:14:49 UTC
"What gives you the idea that I'm out to seduce John."
"Because it's what you do, you man-whore," said Sherlock.
Oh, god - I will never get over the hilariousness of Sherlock calling Mycroft a man-whore. ALTHOUGH IN THIS FIC, HE SO IS!!!
I love this - that Mycroft knows exactly what to do to make it perfect for each of the five (and how to get each of them into bed, because he's quite manipulative). It's very hot, really amazing!
Re: Fill -- Everyone loves Mycroft 4/4velvet_maceDecember 1 2010, 21:41:24 UTC
This is my head!canon. Mycroft (specifically Gatiss!Mycroft, though Fry!Mycroft has possibilities... that voice!) goes well with everyone. It would be a crime not to pair him.
Re: Fill -- Everyone loves Mycroft 4/4velvet_maceDecember 1 2010, 21:01:39 UTC
OP here. Thanks, that was lovely. A good laugh, but also sweet. Really enjoyed it. It was nice, especially the Anderson-dinosaur bit, that was cute. And, well, all of them. And loved the ending. Was nice to get such a long fill too. Or indeed, anything. And despite being basically about sex, you made it really character-y.
This man's seduction technique is truly amazing, Anderson thought. I should take notes. Really, everything he did seemed perfectly geared to getting him in bed. From the oh-so-casual discussion outside the crime scene that just so happened to segue to Anderson's hobbies, to the offer to take the discussion to the pub, to finally taking the discussion to Mycroft's opulent flat, where he just so happened to have some actual dinosaur fossils on display.
"May I touch it," he asked with reverence.
"Gently. It's very old."
"Of course," He ran his finger down a pterodactyl femur. "Incredible. This should be in a museum."
Mycroft reached an arm around him to touch the bone as well, and as if by chance his finger met the side of Anderson's hand. Anderson breathed in and smelled Mycroft's cologne and the sharper smell of interest. His entire body became aware of their positions, him leaning forward over the table, Mycroft standing just behind. It was a vulnerable position. One with possibilities.
Anderson had slept with men before. Not many. Enough to know some of these moves. Enough to have done them himself.
Mycroft's hand slid over his, then moved up his arm to his shoulder, then squeezed. "You know where this is going, don't you," he said softly.
"For a couple of hours," admitted Anderson. "You aren't really interested in dinosaurs are you?"
"Not to the extent you are, but yes, I am. They ruled the Earth for a very long time. As such, I find them … intriguing."
"You know that it's an office joke about me and dinosaurs. I just like them as a hobby, not a turn on. I mean, how would that even work."
"Yes, I already know, Tommy."
"How did you know - no one uses my--" said Anderson.
"I know everything about you." Mycroft slid an arm around his waist. "And I know it's time to move this on." The hand reached down and cupped him through his trousers, stroking his hardening manhood.
Anderson spun around and kissed him. He wanted it to be a surprise, show that himself for the take-charge kind of bloke that he was. But if it took Mycroft off guard, the man adjusted fast enough. Mycroft caught him up in that position, took his kiss, commanded and deepened it.
By mutual decision they decided that the sitting room rug was as good a place as any. Anderson wasn't surprised that Mycroft had condoms and lube stuffed in his pocket. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing to let someone else take the lead, he thought.
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"Oh look at this handsome fellow," she knelt down to coo over the puppy. The excited pup jumped up and down and tangled himself in his lead in his eagerness to be petted. "Look at you! Look at you!" She ran her hand over his bristly fur. Then she looked up into Mycroft's eyes. "He's beautiful. How old is he?"
"Eight months," said Mycroft. "He belonged to a good friend of mine who just succumbed to cancer."
Molly stood up, her eyes practically glowing. "Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss."
Mycroft nodded, his face grew sad. "It was expected. Tobi here made his last months better, but his job is done. He needs a new home. I was wondering if you knew anyone who could take him on."
"You mean you don't want him yourself?"
"I'm afraid I'm far too busy to keep a dog. They need someone who will love and take care of them. Put them first. They need someone loyal and caring and trustworthy. That's why I thought of you."
He reached down and petted the dog, who was now so frantic with pleasure his tail appeared to be wagging the rest of his body.
"Oh, then, I'll take him," said Molly. "Of course I will. He's a sweetie-pie!"
"If you care to come with me, we can walk him back to my place. I can gather up his things. I'm afraid I rather over indulged him with toys." He paused, "Unless of course, you are busy. In which case we can do this another time."
Molly's eyes were round with joy. Her heart hammered. "I was meaning to go to Tescos, but that can wait."
Mycroft held out his arm to her, and Molly, let out a little squeak as she took it. She could feel her face turning a bit pink, and down below she felt a little pleasant tension. My goodness Mycroft was so charming, she thought.
Two hours later she'd forgotten all about Tobi, even though occasionally she could hear him clicking about on the hardwood floors outside the closed door to Mycroft's bedroom. Her hands were buried in short soft hair, while Mycroft's head nodded between her thighs and his tongue brought her to orgasm for the third time.
This was the best day ever.
V. Dimmock
"You are a dirty boy," the man growled in his ear. "Take your punishment."
Dimmock tensed in anticipation of the spank. Then it came with all the cathartic release of pain and heat and pressure. His erection slapped against his leather chaps as his hips bent under the blow. This man was strong. He was going to walk funny tomorrow for sure.
"Thank you, sir," he gasped, feeling the tears welling up and threatening to spill over his cheeks.
"You let Lestrade beat you again, didn't you. His record is better than yours, and it always will be. Do you know why?"
The sound of the spank rang in his ears. Oh, god it hurt. He was bruising, definitely.
"Yes, Sir. I'm stupid. I'm arrogant. I make assumptions I shouldn't."
"You need to be humbled."
"Yes, sir."
The next blow was certainly humbling. Tears flowed freely down Dimmock's face. Oh god, he needed this. It hurt so bad.
"You let Sherlock show you up again, didn't you? He took two seconds and saw twenty things you missed. Important things. You should have seen them, boy."
"Yes, I should have. Punish me. I need to learn." He felt Mycroft's hands over his heated flesh, stroking the sensitive, injured buttocks.
Then the touch was gone and the spank came, and everything went away again. The job, the stress, the need to be best. He was in the moment, in the BDSM club, with a new dom who somehow knew everything about him. Knew everything he needed.
"Very good," murmured Mycroft, reaching forward and giving his cock a tug. Dimmock came so hard his legs gave way and nothing but the ropes around his wrists kept him from falling to the rubber matted floor.
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"That's enough, Mycroft," said Sherlock. "I draw the line."
"I don't know what you are talking about," said Mycroft letting himself settle more comfortably in the cushions of John's favorite chair. "What gives you the idea that I'm out to seduce John."
"Because it's what you do, you man-whore," said Sherlock. "It's some sort of weird game for you. You seduce everyone in my life. Friends. Enemies. People I barely know. I can't fathom why you do it. And no-" he said preemptively. "I don't want to know either. It's your randy libido, it's your problem."
"Then why are you even discussing it?"
"Because John is mine and I'm not going to let you do it to him."
"I haven't made a move on him," said Mycroft innocently.
"And you won't," said Sherlock. "Promise."
Mycroft's face settled into annoyance. "I really don't think -"
"Promise." There was a sound of footsteps faintly outside the door. The man of the hour was coming.
Reluctantly Mycroft nodded. "Very well. He's all yours."
The door opened and John stepped in. He looked from Sherlock to Mycroft. "Oh, hello again."
Mycroft looked John over with palpable longing, then grabbed his umbrella and headed to the door. As it shut he heard John's voice.
"What was that about?"
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captcha: occupied mancling. yes, mycroft, we know all about that now.
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"Because it's what you do, you man-whore," said Sherlock.
Oh, god - I will never get over the hilariousness of Sherlock calling Mycroft a man-whore. ALTHOUGH IN THIS FIC, HE SO IS!!!
I love this - that Mycroft knows exactly what to do to make it perfect for each of the five (and how to get each of them into bed, because he's quite manipulative). It's very hot, really amazing!
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Mycroft says: good theigs. Yes, Mycroft, this story is FULL of good things.
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