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« So, do we ? »
John looked up from the cups, and frowned. Obviously Sherlock still had no problem speaking to him when he wasn't in the room. He sighed, rolled his eyes, and reached for the sugar.
« Good morning to you too, Sherlock. Do we what ? »
« Have a cat. »
John poured the coffee and put the cups on a tray, added two sugar cubes and a spoon in Sherlock's cup, and made his way to the sitting room towards his own armchair.
« No, we don't. At least not that I know of. Why ? »
« He's in my spot. » Sherlock said, pointing to the right side of the sofa.
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John and Sherlock just found out that Mycroft has been tapping into their phone lines. Again.
They also discovered that, although he promised not too, he's almost always listening in. AGAIN.
Really, the term "Big Brother" seems to have been invented JUST FOR MYCROFT!
But this time, they have a plan. Yes, this time, next time they're on the phone and they suspect Mycroft is listening in, they are going to make him so disgusted that he won't be able to finish his tea-time scone.
... They are going to fight this.... with love. They know Mycroft does not like to hear them, see them or even *imagine* them acting out on their feelings for each other. And frankly, they're not really that expansive in front of people anyway.
But this time, they have a common goal. This time, they even have a contest.
They are going to make the cutest, most romantic, most adorable love declamations to each other on the phone.
The first one to make Mycroft hang up wins.
.... The Game is on!
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Piers would do anything for his captain, including losing himself.
It’s not love, but it’s something.
(Or – Piers and Chris, before, during, and after China.)
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- Part 1 of Gravity
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09 May 2026
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“Piers, baby, breathe.” Leon reaches out and brushes his fingers through Piers’ short cropped hair, and it’s as if that finally snaps Piers back into reality enough that he inhales big gulping breaths. He’s lying facedown on their huge bed, between Leon’s outstretched legs, Chris right behind him.
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Or the one where they fuck. Again. Fun times is had by all.Series
- Part 4 of pieces of us
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10 Apr 2026
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Glimpses into the lives of the ot3.
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09 Apr 2026
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“Fucking hell,” Chris groans, letting his head fall backwards until it thuds against the wall. He only squeezes his eyes shut for a second, though, before he forces them open again as he doesn’t want to miss a single moment of this. It’s not that he makes a habit of using his office at the HQ for other than its actual intended purposes. Yet when Piers and Leon surprised him after a bone-numbingly boring meeting that dragged way into the night, topped by a flight home that felt like hours even though it was barely fifty minutes, he knows there’s no way he could’ve said no.
Or wanted to. Shit, he’s only a man. No one in their right mind would’ve ever said no to this.
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Or the one wherein Chris gets shown a good time.Series
- Part 5 of pieces of us
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08 Apr 2026
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Chris is kidnapped and shot full of a drug that makes him real loose-lipped, Leon comes to his rescue. Things only get better from there.
Oh, he has an idea. It's a bad one, he knows this, but he can't stop himself from saying, “what if I gave you road head? I'm great at giving road head.” Oh, that's not great that he said that. He'd rather have given away state secrets than brag to Leon fucking Kennedy about his road head skills. Fuck. Maybe he should just gag himself.
Leon sputters something incoherent and Chris opens his eyes just in time to see his knuckles go white as he grips the steering wheel tightly. “Stop talking, Chris!”
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04 Apr 2026