Marlin's Sword [A Mycroft Holmes Fanfiction]

The Hounds of Baskerville

At night, Mycroft was sitting on a couch in his dorm watching TV, when his roommate Charlie came into the room with Meredith, 'Meredith, you know Mycroft, Myc, my roommate. Myc, this Meredith, my girlfriend' Charlie introduced proudly.

Meredith grinned and took off her jacket, 'Hey, Mikie. What are you watching?' she asked as she plopped herself next to Mycroft on the couch.

Mycroft let out a frustrated sigh, 'The name is Mycroft if you could possibly struggle till the end. And I'm watching a film noir' he said and shifted uncomfortably on the couch.

Meredith smiled pleasantly, 'Do you mind if I join you?' she asked.

Mycroft cocked his head, 'I didn't ask. But sure, do make yourself comfortable?' he muttered in irritation.

Charlie came and sat next to Meredith, 'Myc, be nice' he scolded lightly.

The three watched the telly for about an hour before Charlie got bored of the film noir and grabbed the remote from Mycroft, 'Can we please watch something else?' he said and changed the channel.

Meredith gaped at her boyfriend and reached over Mycroft, 'No, I was enjoying it. Change it back' she said trying to snatch the remote from her boyfriend. 'No', they fought over the remote with Mycroft stuck in between. As they bickered and wrestled for the control of the remote, Charlie accidentally hit Mycroft with the remote. Mycroft winced and touched his head in pain.

Meredith gasped, 'Oh, Mycroft, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?' she asked and leaned over him, 'Wait, let me see' she examined his wound and slightly blew over it. Her gaze shifted between his eyes and his lips. She slowly leaned down and captured his lips in hers, kissing him tenderly. Mycroft kissed back and their kiss deepened. Mycroft stopped and pulled away, looking at Charlie. Charlie smirked and nodded.

Meredith glared at the two men, 'Really, you need his permission to fuck me?' she asked Mycroft.

Mycroft laughed softly, 'What are we doing here?' he asked.

Charlie shrugged, 'We don't have to call it anything' he said and kissed Meredith. They pulled apart and looked Mycroft. Mycroft smirked and kissed Meredith, sliding her shirt off. Charlie watched them kiss and unbuttoned his shirt. Meredith turned to Charlie and pulled his shirt off. She kissed Charlie deeply as Mycroft kissed her neck. Meredith turned to Mycroft and took off his shirt as the two men kissed her neck. As Mycroft leaned in to kiss her mouth, she grabbed his chin and led him to Charlie. The two men exchanged eye contact and kissed as the three tumbled on the sofa.

The morning after, Charlie bustled through the dorm room, getting ready for the morning class. Mycroft and Meredith were still asleep on the makeshift bed on the floor. The night before, the three of them had pulled down both of Charlie and Mycroft's mattresses onto the floor, so the three of them could sleep comfortably, among other things. Once Charlie has gathered all his books, he looked at Meredith and Mycroft sleeping peacefully. He didn't have the heart to wake them and left the room quietly. After a few minutes, 'Is he gone?' Meredith whispered.

Mycroft smiled and nodded, 'Yes' he said.

Meredith turned on her side and met Mycroft's loving gaze. She smiled and got up, straddling herself on his lap. Mycroft sighed in contentment and ran his hands along her back, feeling her smooth, soft skin. Meredith leaned down, kissing his neck, 'Do you think he bought it?' she asked.

Mycroft smirked and nodded, 'I think we have a beard' he said. He shrugged, 'Only he doesn't know he is a beard but that part is what works in our favor' he said and smirked as Meredith leaned down and kissed him.