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William shuddered, looking at the blood coming out from his own mouth. “Brother Albert, but we’re brothers by blood!” He coughed more blood as his older brother stepped back, panting erratic breaths.

The older of the parasite came forward, his red eyes bold and unrelenting. “It was you!” William condemned within heavy breaths. He always knew there was something wrong with both orphans, especially the older one.

“Yes, it is I,” the mentioned blond came closer and whispered, “Call me by my name.”

Brown eyes widened in horror as he heard it from the filthy kid’s lips.

Unknown to people, the media moghul had a hobby he executed on Sabbath. Alas, it was the day when people confessed their sins the most.

“Father, forgive me for I have sinned again,” the woman sobbed as soon as she knelt.

The priest for the day glanced at her, his golden eyes noting the pentagon jade ring on the woman’s trembling left hand. She bowed her head, but the round hat was still recognizable. The wife of the popular bread store across the street, Milverton made the connection. Not a big client, but it was okay.

The ginger haired woman stared at her window. All was white and it did nothing to help her from reminiscing about the past. Both her tenants were gone. One dead, and the other lived happily with his spouse, leaving her alone in her gloomy thoughts. The thunder soared and suddenly the mood got worse from the storm.

It only needed a knock for her eyes to light up.

Gasps escaped the ex colonel’s mouth as his scarred skin stroked by experienced hands. His bare back embraced the cold from the trunk of a tree. Moran bit his lip when his strong partner lifted a hip and lined himself. “Easy, Master,” his gloved hand trying to find a grip on the older man’s back.

The brown eyes were burning with fire as Jack whispered, “I thought you like it rough, Colonel.” With that he impaled his partner.

Moran arched his back and Jack started fucking him with earnest. Pants and moans filled the cold night air, joining the new sounds of howling wolves in the woods.

Of all the powers he could have, he was blessed, or rather cursed, with the power of poison. His eldest received the power of memories, and the second got a gift of touch. They completed each other's powers as they went together.

Louis never thought it could go away so quickly, so suddenly, so easily.

Nestled underneath him was the son of a god, messy blue hair splayed on the ground. Playing godly toys and plunged both his brothers to death, trying to protect him.

To kill him, or to kill himself.

Patterson once again came out of the store with his head down. He searched his pocket for a cigarette before a hand came to his view, a rectangle shaped bun similar to the one he searched for carefully wrapped inside.

“I heard the factory stopped producing some particular sweets. I hope this is good enough for a replacement,” a young blond man with bangs smiled at him. “Similarly, I also share the same favorite.”

Working in the Yard honed his suspicion towards gestures such as this. Before he could reject the offer, the blond opened his eyes and broke the bread. More than the delectable smell, Zach couldn't resist the scarlet eyes.

After another failure of brewing the new coffee beans, Albert got another wrapped present on his desk. Some sort of a grinder, the head of MI6 thought. He exhaled his failure and sat on his chair, “I don't think your inventions will do any good when it's in my hands, Q.”

A crackle preceded an answer from a squarish machine. “On the contrary, I think you will create something extraordinary from those trinkets, M.”

“Really?” Albert always loathed his inability to cook or even make drinks, but the optimistic comments he got through time from his inventor made his curiosity spark up again.

Two weeks passed, and Herder came to his quarters before heading to the basement. His nose quickly caught some bittersweet smell, deliciously pulling him to the warm cup.

“Not bad at all. 95% dark chocolate?” The eyes behind the blindfold focused on a man standing near the door.

“With a bit of vanilla drops,” Albert chuckled. He always had this game of standing at random spots inside Herder’s office, but the inventor always caught him.

“William, Louis,” The man whose brown hair turned grey called from the balcony.

“Brother Albert,” His two brothers who lost their golden to silver answered him together.

Even though there were folds surrounding them, the green eyes were still as bright as when they first met, basked in sunset. “Come here,” he offered his wrinkled hands.

William and Louis put theirs above his and Albert gently squeezed them, inhaling the fresh breeze in the process.

“We joined our hands together like this once,” he paused.

“And they will always be,” William continued.

Albert didn't know there were these many varieties to a university's club activities. The spacious front garden was now crowded by tenants, giving flyers and introductions to their own clubs. Nothing seemed to catch his curiosity, though.

Except for a sudden unbearable broken sound of a violin. It made him walk to an almost empty stall.

“Welcome to the Experiment Club!” A guy with a ponytail announced.

“You were experimenting?” Albert was intrigued.

“How far can I go before this breaks, yes!”

“And what for?”

“Oh, I'll show ya.”

Strong long hands slipped just right, lifting up a beautiful redhead just enough to steal a small kiss on the lips. “What brings you down here, milady?”

“Herder,” the small voice made the inventor into his serious mood and genuinely asked, “Moneypenny dear, did something happen?”

Two red eyes looked up to him, “We’re going to have a new M. I heard he’s going to bring his men along. MI6 will be born.”

Their reactions were almost always an opposite, Herder perking up with the news. “We’re going to get new people to help me?” His eyes glimmering under the blindfold.

“But,” It was always Moneypenny who addressed the important things, “What about us?”

“Fear not, milady,” Herder said with confidence, “We’re MI5, the foundation of MI6. Surely Mycroft can arrange some things for us.”

The redhead pushed her lover in shock, “You mean, M knows???”

“Are you sure about this?”

The red luminescent enveloping him showed that Albert was the true heir, the eldest son from the Fire Kingdom. Despite his astounding birthright, both his hands trembled, facing up to the heavens begging for mercy for the sin he was going to make.

Another glow, bright blue, represented a holy descendent from the most respectable shrine in the Water Kingdom. William, the chosen one from birth, was going to be the next leader of the shrine. His leaner hands also facing up to the heavens, ready to bear the same sin as his supposedly rival.

A union between different elemental beings would definitely cause catastrophe, not only to the kingdom, but to the person. Stripped away from their powers was the most humiliating punishment one can receive.

Yet, there they were.

“Never been more sure.”

“I’m ready to give my life for William,” the smell of the open ocean heightened as she remembered the firm voice of a distant colleague. “Do you?”

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Moneypenny blinked her eyes a few times, focusing it on a single red gerbera.

“Finally alive, princess?” A subtle gentle voice came near her ears.

“James,” the redheaded secretary fixed up a pile of papers, distracting herself.

“What did you dream about?” The blonde leaned on the desk, “Let me guess, a past regarding our colonel ghost?”

Moneypenny looked up to blue eyes and said nothing.

“Don’t worry, we keep an eye on him too, you know?”

The redhead nodded, “I know.”

“Will I ever get a part of that heart of yours one day?”

After all this time, Moneypenny still hadn't gotten used to Bonde’s flirting. She stood up to go, before her wrist was taken hold.

“C’mon, Albert dear, I promise you this will be the last blind date I set you up on! I’ll resign if you don't go well with this one!” A gorgeous voice from a blonde said.

Albert, the older brother of the Moriarty household, sighed. “Easy for you to say, Irene. You really don't feel uneasy dating that Honeypenny of yours?”

“Mmmm, and why should I?” Irene prepped up her wig a little more.

Albert just couldn't figure out the easygoing features of his little sister, “What if mom and dad-”

“Ssshhh,” Irene stopped her brother with a forefinger, “That will be a matter for later. Just enjoy it for now.”

The brunette was still stunned every time he saw his little sister changed into a man. A very handsome young man.

Irene checked on her brother for the last time and smiled from her heart, “Make it work this time.”

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All eyes followed when Albert went into the restaurant. Not as high end as the previous blind dates, the restaurant was decorated with greeneries and the vibes of a countryside that Albert actually preferred.

He wasn’t expecting anything from his blind date, before he saw a blonde with two bright scarlet eyes walking nearer to his spot. The woman had that grace and humbleness that Albert always longed for. Her cute side bangs curled at the end and the side braids made her face shine.

“Mr. Albert Moriarty?”

The brunette froze before finally standing up and took the woman’s hand in his. “And what should I call you?”

“Elle would be fine.”

Both Albert’s green eyes couldn't leave those beautiful thin lips that bloomed into a smile. Was the smile genuinely for him? Those scarlet eyes, boring deep into his soul. Were they all just for a show, he wondered?

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“I shall take you home, Elle.” They went out of the restaurant hand in hand, Albert leading them to his car.

“I think-”

“I insist.”

There were no objections until they both got inside and Albert started the car. Elle exhaled before saying, “Albert, before we continue-”

“William.”

Albert interrupted her with a name, and Elle dared to look him in the eyes through the front mirror.

“William was my best friend,” Albert started.

“No, he was my lover,” he corrected, “He has been missing for six months, but I cannot move on from him.”

The young man slowed down and saw his partner with sad eyes, “You reminded me so much of him, Elle. I’m sorry, I worry my feelings will stand in the way if we continue.”

To his surprise, Elle was in tears, her trembling hands on her mouth.

To Elle, it was the confession he needed.

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“Ireneee!!!”

Albert found his sister in her room, already dressed back into her gorgeous nightgown.

Irene smiled so wide when Albert fumed into her chamber. “How did it go, dear brother?” She dared to send him her best wink despite all the rage coming out from her brother.

“Why don't you tell me???” The brunette felt his stomach turn around and he wobbled to his sister’s bed.

Irene watched her dear brother calm down, her hands gently caressing the wide back of the eldest. “It will be okay. It’s his decision, and I just helped him with the paperworks. It doesn't mean he will turn into a woman or anything. Just two entities.”

“I’m ashamed,” Albert murmured to his palm, “You guys went through that and I didn't do a thing!”

“Oh, how much we tried to hide it from you!” Irene giggled. “But it's fine, now.”

Mycroft didn't care what time it was. He finally finished his tasks for the day, put his cigarette out, and went out of his room.

He walked the corridor and caught a room on his right slightly open. It caught his interest, to see his inventor in his room at night, or maybe there's someone else?

Slowly he entered the room to check, never preparing himself for what he would see.

The blindfolded inventor was propping himself by the desk, his other hand moving something rather big inside out between his asscheeks. Was it another one of his inventions? From observation, Mycroft didn't even see the inventor doing anything to his front part. Moans coming forward, and rather loudly, to Mycroft’s hearing censors, freezing him on the spot.

It took quite some time before Herder finally turned around. The moonlight now shining over his perfect naked body in front of his employer, shining over the cum that splurted just almost to Mycroft’s impeccable shoes.

Both parties stayed silent.

“M,” It was the inventor that broke it, “How long have you been there?”

“Q,” Mycroft dared answer like nothing happened, “Long enough.”

Silence filled the room again.

Herder took some time to analyze what his employer really meant, before replying, “So, did you get yourself.. entertained?”

It was very subtle, but Herder could see his employer shudder. “If you would excuse me,” Mycroft said before leaving the room.

Left alone, Herder raised an eyebrow.

“Did you see it too?” Albert asked his brothers after they all got into the carriage, bringing them back to the manor from the Queen’s palace. They didn't talk about their expanding agreement with Mycroft. Only the glimpse of a secured crown inside the square glass inside a room they went through.

“It is stunning, indeed,” Louis corrected his eyeglasses.

William, on the other hand, looked far into the windows. “It’s great, but not the best.”

“What the bloody hell, Sherlock?”

“Oh hey, John,” Sherlock didn’t move from his squatting position on the sofa.

The ex-doctor had to look for dry spots over the sticky mess. Good thing the sticky substance was colored differently than the carpet.

“Mind explaining?” John loomed over his roommate after some effort.

“They’re semen,” the detective answered without any restraint.

“Beg your pardon?” A puzzled look from John made Sherlock stood up.

“Semen, John, I’m experimenting for our latest case. If only I could produce..” His voice getting weaker by each syllable, until he suddenly asked, “Mind helping me, John?”