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Greg rolled his eyes, and he shifted in the seat.

"You've got to be kidding, no. Never." Greg Shook his head, and Mycroft smirked, eyebrow raised.

"Really? You really doubt it?" Myc asked, taking a sip of his drink.

Greg nodded, as if it were obvious.

"Um, yeah. John has always been so annoyed about it. And Sherlock is 'married to his work' So, no, Mycroft, you're wrong." The D.I said, a bit stubbornly, and Mycroft smirked a devious grin.

"You want to bet on it?" He said, wit thick in his voice.

Greg chuckled.

"Yeah, fine. 50 quid," He smirked, and Mycroft grinned.

"You're on," He smirked, and they shook on it.

As they pulled away, Mycroft spoke.

"You know, Greg, you seem to forget that i am the british government," He winked, and Greg rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever 'Your Highness,'," He grinned, and Mycroft rolled his eyes.

***

"3 Knocks," Sherlock sighed, and John looked up from the paper.

"3?" Before Sherlock could answer, Mycroft walked through the door, and Sherlock and John both sighed in slight annoyance.

"What is it fatty?" Mycroft glared, as he sat down on the couch.

"What? Am i not allowed to come and see my baby brother every now and then?" He asked, putting down his cane.

John looked up from the newspaper, eyes glancing between the two brothers.

"Ahhhh-no. You've got buisness, and you wouldnt spend your spare time with me, so why are you here?" Sherlock asked, standing up.

Mycroft frowned.

"Case. And a cuppa," He smiled a fake smile, and sat up, walking into their kitchen to make the three of them a cup of tea.

John rolled his eyes, and left the boys to their squaddling as Sherlock began to prod Mycroft about the case, which John found kind of cute... in a totally platonic way of course.

As Sherlock was asking questions about the case, Mycroft secretly poured an elixer of chemicals that would increase the reproduction of hormones, and other sciency substances that only so many know exist.

Mycroft wasnt really cheating, not exactly, no.

The boys were already attracted to one another, he was just giving them a little... push.

He would never force them into thinking they love one another, oh heavens no, but so they both would finally come to terms with one another about it... and get it on.

The elixer was just a little.. sexual potion is all.

What it would do is increase the thoughts and masturbation about one another until it just got too much. They would crack, and Mycroft would win the 50 quid.

Maybe he could try this on Greg too...

"Hello! Mycroft, answer! Is she widowed, or not!?" Mycroft snapped back around, and rolled his eyes.

"Yes, now here," He handed Sherlock the cuppa, and walked over to John, handing him one too.

Sherlock walked over and took a sip of the tea, John eyeing his a bit before seeing Mycroft drink his, and shrugging, beginning to take sips of theirs.

Mycroft answered blankly a bit, making sure both of the men drank all of their tea.

"Mycroft, i'll take the case. Where is it at?" He asked, and Mycroft looked up from Johns cup to Sherlock.

"Um, faithbridg- Did you finish your tea?" He asked suddenly, and Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, yes i did-" "And you John?" Mycroft asked turning back to John. John slowly nodded, suspicion well on his face, before Mycroft nodded.

"Well nice seeing you brother- bye!" He quickly left before Sherlock could object.

There was a long silence before John and Sherlock shared a confused glance.

"That was... odd," Sherlock spoke, and John stared at him, and then at his cup.

"Should i go puke up my cup of tea?" He asked, and Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Im sure its nothing John. Probably harmless r-" Sherlock froze, seeing Johns toungue flick out to wet his lips, and then stuttered out the rest of his sentence.

That was odd.

***

The week went on, both John and Sherlock starting to feel odd, and noticed that their thoughts seemed to go about by themselves.

Which was annoying.

Like, whenever Sherlock made a fantastic deduction, Johns mind whispered 'Damn, thats sexy,' And leave John mentally confused on why he was suddenly thinking these thoughts about his flatmate.

And, whenever Sherlock saw John fighting whatever they were fighting, throwing punches, Sherlocks mind would somehow control his eyes into distraction, random thoughts popping into his mind like

'Wow hes so strong, i wonder how his muscles feel,'

Or worse.

'Damn, he punches hard. I wonder how many bruises he leaves during se-'

And Sherlock would flush terribly at his thoughts.

And, oh god the fantasies and dreams were an occurance that happened often, and both men would often wake up in the morning aroused.

What the bloody hell.

John would frown at himself, before sighing reluctantly.

Why the fuck- what the fuck- fuck.

And Sherlock would run to the bathroom and think of sickening things like cat pee and naked old ladies, but it always somehow- SOMEHOW left to Johns voice appearing in his mind.

And then there was tension.

After realising Sherlocks attraction to John, which was extremly intimate in a very sexy way-

Almost as sexy as John.

He tried to keep a distance, not looking, or speaking Johns way, but his eyes would always wander when John wasnt looking, and gaze upon his backside, before without thinking, biting his lip, flushing, and quickly leaving the room.

And John, who was more confused by his cock that ever, was losing it.

Every glance towards Sherlock made his heart hammer, and his mind raced to the dirty things he could do to Sherlocks mouth.

And the tension was sickening. Repressed, sickening, sexual tension.

And it was killing both of them.

And then one night John broke.

It was after a long chase after a criminal, still slightly on adreneline high, before looking over to Sherlock, and saw him panting, chest heaving up and down, eyes closed, a grin on his face, and then Johns mind fled to how Sherlock would pant under him, and what noises he would make, and how he would say Johns name- before it was all too much.

John looked away, and pushed past Sherlock angrily, both annoyed by his thoughts and himself, and also why Sherlock had to be

So damn sexy.

He stomped up the stairs, and Sherlock having finally caught his breath, looked after him, confused, before a little whisper whirred in his mind

Hes cute when hes angry.

Sherlock walked up the stairs, to sense Johns frustration as he made tea, and plopped in his chair, and began to sulk.

Sherlock frowned at him.

"John? Whats wrong?" He asked, and suddenly, he was shoved against the wall with a snarling John.

"You! Thats whats wrong!" He yelled, before his breathed hitched, and he glanced down at Sherlocks lips, and pulled away, and groaned.

Sherlock, his heart pattering quickly, looked at John hurt.

"Theres... theres something wrong with me?" He asked, and John turned around to face him.

"I-no! I just- you!" He spluttered, gesturing to Sherlock.

"Me?... My-" "Everything!" John panted, before licking his lips, which made Sherlocks heart beat faster.

"I just- you with your face, and your stupid hair- and everything!" He yelled, and Sherlock frowned, and tried to ignore the growing heat on his face.

"John, you sound like an idiot! Please, be more coherent!" Sherlock raised his voice, and John glared.

"Stop yelling at me!" "Well you're yelling!" "Well yeah- And thats your fault!" "How?!" "It just is!" "How? How is it my fault!?"

And the screaming- the growing tension between the two- was all too much.

John shoved Sherlock against the wall, and hungrily captured his lips, pressing hard, and pushing past his lips, Johns hands holding Sherlocks shoulders against the wall, and snogging him senseless.

Sherlocks mind had to process what was going on, and then the sensation, and- oh god everything was crystal now.

He felt everything-every touch- magnify into oblivion, and every movement of lips and toungue and teeth, made Sherlocks mind race erratically, feeling the pressure of Johns hands on his shoulders, and the way he was moaning- oh the sounds he made.

It took a second to suddenly process everything in full detail, before Sherlock grabbed Johns shoulders and flipped them, his lips devouring Johns in relief of tension.

And the taste, and the movement, it was all so...

erotic.

And after a moment, Sherlock slowly pulled away, lips red, and possibly bruising, before looking down at John with panting breaths, head lolling to meet the crook of Johns neck, eyes barely trying to keep themselves open.

"She-" John swallowed, breathless.

"Sherlock," He breathed, and Sherlock pulled away, and looked at him through his lashes, before resting his forehead against Johns, taking Johns hand, as thw blogger to his cheeks, and cupped them.

"I love you," He whispered, and Sherlock smiled a tired, lovely smile.

"I love you too,"

***

Greg frowned as everyone cheered for the new happy couple, and Sherlock and John grinned, shyly and blushing madly as they held hands, the yarders rushing forward and clapping the boys on the back.

After the commotion, and everyone going back to work, John glanced at Lestrade, who was in a rather sour mood at the couples announcement.

"Greg? Whats wrong?" He asked, and Greg sighed.

"I-i mean its okay if you-" "No-no! Its not that, i..." he rubbed his face, before taking a breathing, and mumbled emarrasingly

"Mycroft and I had a bet a week ago about if you guys would get together in months time, and i dunno i guess-" "H-hold up," John stared at him.

"Myc-You had a bet with Mycroft?" He asked, and Greg raised an eyebrow, before shrugging and nodding slowly.

"Yeah, why does it matt-" "Ow! Love," John pulled his hand away from Sherlocks squeezing one, before he frowned.

"A week ago, right?" He asked, and Grwg nodded, before Sherlock flared, and whirled around, and pulling out his phone.

It took John a second to process what Sherlock had caught, and then he groaned.

"What? Whats wrong?" Greg asked, and John shook his head.

"Nothing- i better be going, bye Lestrade," He smiled, and turned around to run after his detective.

***

"Sherlock," "I stil cant believe his nerve! Him!" And John sighed.

"Sherlock," "I mean, he has not right meddling with my love life and relationships, and 'sure yeah you two were already attracted to one another, you just need a push-' I mean- Bull!" He yelled, before plopping onto his chair, and sulking.

"Hey," John whispered, now slowly creeping onto his lap, and looking down at him.

Once John got settled, he took two fingers to guide Sherlocks chin up and look at him.

"Atleast we're together now. If it werent for their stupid bet i would still be going on cruddy dates and you would still be... not loving me," He said, and Sherlock rolled his eyes, before placing his hands at the back of Johns waist, and pulling him forward, and John gasped a bit, and Sherlock smirked, pulling John down.

"I loved you anyways," He whispered, and his lips met the bloggers.

WOW THAT WAS RLLY CUTE. I cant dedicate right now since im on my phone, but i will when i go on my computer, which will be in a couple days or so c:.

Thx, hope u enjoyed u lil shits.