fic rec: mutatis mutandis (NC17)
wow, already one month again, since I posted my last rec!!
(well, ok, secretly, I am glad, I am shipping them, coz they are such a rare pairing, and currently my workload is overwhelming XD)
This piece...is truly a piece of perfection! the sexual tension, the anticipation, the way the brothers are deliciously dark in this AU...without the stupid moral boundaries of society..I know I can't pay the author for fanfic, but whatever the authors supports for a cause, my money is theirs to direct XD
Title: mutatis mutandis
http://saraht.dreamwidth.org/747344.html?style=light
Fandom: Sherlock (2010)
Rating: NC-17
Notes: I wrote this mostly as a stylistic and genre experiment to amuse the_spike. It's not my typical approach to canon. (4200 words)
Summary: No one ever gets to him.
The Diogenes Club had turned out to be one of the most rewarding investments Mycroft had ever made. It isn't that he needs to indulge terribly often, or that he can't arrange to indulge in private. But some pleasures are best enjoyed other than in private.
Such as slipping his arm round Sherlock's waist as they stand in the little lobby, a gesture which never fails to draw (well-bred) attention. Sherlock is striking enough to justify the attention on his own, and for those few who recognize them, the frisson must be doubled. Mycroft doesn't mind providing the frisson; he delights in having a place where his power is so absolute that he need pretend to nothing.
Such as the idea that his feelings for Sherlock have their limits, or should have their limits.
He leans in and murmurs in Sherlock's ear, "How many of them know?"
(well, ok, secretly, I am glad, I am shipping them, coz they are such a rare pairing, and currently my workload is overwhelming XD)
This piece...is truly a piece of perfection! the sexual tension, the anticipation, the way the brothers are deliciously dark in this AU...without the stupid moral boundaries of society..I know I can't pay the author for fanfic, but whatever the authors supports for a cause, my money is theirs to direct XD
Title: mutatis mutandis
http://saraht.dreamwidth.org/747344.html?style=light
Fandom: Sherlock (2010)
Rating: NC-17
Notes: I wrote this mostly as a stylistic and genre experiment to amuse the_spike. It's not my typical approach to canon. (4200 words)
Summary: No one ever gets to him.
The Diogenes Club had turned out to be one of the most rewarding investments Mycroft had ever made. It isn't that he needs to indulge terribly often, or that he can't arrange to indulge in private. But some pleasures are best enjoyed other than in private.
Such as slipping his arm round Sherlock's waist as they stand in the little lobby, a gesture which never fails to draw (well-bred) attention. Sherlock is striking enough to justify the attention on his own, and for those few who recognize them, the frisson must be doubled. Mycroft doesn't mind providing the frisson; he delights in having a place where his power is so absolute that he need pretend to nothing.
Such as the idea that his feelings for Sherlock have their limits, or should have their limits.
He leans in and murmurs in Sherlock's ear, "How many of them know?"