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Then he pauses, eyes narrowing. I am Mycroft Holmes. Mr Holmes continues with a dramatic sigh. Are you saying that you made me leave work early, kidnapped me, and brought me here to God-knows-where, because you're having trouble with your brother? Lestrade shakes his head.
I didn't mean it like that. If you'd told me you were Sherlock's brother, and you needed to talk about him, I would have come anyway. Mrs Holmes opened it to find Sherlock looking none too happy to be there. She ushered him in disapprovingly.
Sherlock caught a glimpse of Mycroft sitting at the table before the door closed. He seemed to be smiling. Sherlock narrowed his eyes, and went through into the living room.
Mr Holmes turned around at the sound of the door being opened. He's Mike's boyfriend now, have you heard? He stared at Greg, who gave him an awkward smile and half-raised his hand in greeting. Greg relaxed slightly, taking that as a sign that Sherlock was all right with it.
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There was a moment of silence, then Greg spoke again. Out with a girlfriend, I think. Greg sat next to Mrs Holmes, who spent the whole meal asking him questions about himself. Even Sherlock, seated on Greg's other side, learned some things that he had not previously deduced. It was perhaps the most cheerful meal that the Holmeses had ever eaten together. Even Mycroft found himself smiling, watching his boyfriend get along with his parents. The word boyfriend did not seem as intimidating to him as usual.
Sherlock, for his part, was still trying to wrap his head not only around the fact that Lestrade and his brother were romantically involved, but also the fact that he had not realised this earlier. His father was mostly glad that nobody was fighting or being too smart. He couldn't abide people being too smart around him, being the only 'sane one' in the family. After dinner ended, Mrs Holmes cleared the table, and Greg offered to help her with the dishes.
What was not part of their custom, however, was the somewhat awkward conversation that followed. Mummy insisted I bring him along, and he was similarly eager.
I was unable to refuse. He stood behind his brother, leaning in towards his ear. The author would like to thank you for your continued support. Your review has been posted. Sure enough, as he walked into the other room, Greg was busy at work cooking the pork and seasoning it with a flick of garlic and a few other spices. His cheeks flushed slightly at the sight before him, rather enjoying it.
But then Greg turned around and moved to his countertop to slice up the vegetables. Mycroft quickly glanced away, clearing his throat slightly. Is there anything I can do to help? Mycroft noticed that it was stainless steel. It appeared most of that funding went to his kitchen.
So why on earth did he insist on living in such a dreadful apartment? These skills are intriguing me. I cannot wait to see what they deliver.
Greg, flustered to a maximum level, blushed a deep red and nearly missed the onion he had been cutting. Luckily, the knife fell directly against the cutting board, missing his fingers.
He swore and turned his attention back to the food. God damn, Mycroft, Greg thought to himself. He noticed the near danger that Greg had caused and his eyes widened in alarm.
A small pang of guilt ran through his chest, but it quickly subsided as he realized the man was okay. I did not mean to make you nearly amputate your appendages.
The impressive lexicon of the elder Holmes amazed the DI. Probably in the world. And attached to you. Greg chuckled too, and threw the freshly chopped veggies in another pan to cook along with some olive oil and a bit of seasoning.
He poured some wine into two glasses and glanced at Mycroft before walking over to the table, taking the seat next to him.
He moved his chair closer; Mycroft did the same and took the glass. Their lips soon landed together. The kiss was slow and feather-light initially, but Mycroft quickly gained control of it and deepened it, enjoying the pure bliss that radiated from the both of them. Mycroft pouted slightly, knowing that Greg had done that on purpose to just leave him wanting more. His recently made-official relationship status played in his mind. The night that he had asked Greg out properly was a night he was never going to forget.
Their first kiss was as beautiful as expected; most people would have expected the Iceman to be rubbish at it, but with powers of deduction such as his, he could figure exactly what someone wanted.
Well, when he was able to think straight. Plus, the fact that he wanted to kiss someone as lovely as Greg Lestrade only made it easier. That had been a month ago. He cringed as he thought of Gregory tied to the headboard in the guest bedroom at B, cursing the day he met the Holmes brothers.
Call off the search. I know exactly where he is.
It was dark inside; even Mrs. Hudson's flat was empty. Mycroft didn't want to know what Sherlock and John had done to get her out of the flat. He climbed up the stairs in the darkness, groping at the balustrade as he pulled himself up with haste.
The floor creaked under him as he made his way towards the soft noises in the guest bedroom. The door was ajar. A soft glow lit the room, emanating from the string lights draped around the headboard.Meet the Family
Red silk sheets adorned the bed, white rose petals trailing up to a beaming Gregory Lestrade lying on his side. Mycroft stopped in his tracks.
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A red cord with blue wildflowers draped his mouth loosely and an enormous red bow held his arms together in front of him. His silver hair gleamed on his chest and stomach and on his muscular legs. His tanned skin looked delectable; it spurred Mycroft's heartbeat into a stampede, rendering him incapable of rational thought.
He was crafted to represent perfect symmetry. Mycroft nearly gasped as his eyes traveled over the curve of that spectacular arse and the candy cane strapped strategically to preserve his dignity. Mycroft blinked hard, trying to refocus his gaze. The room was suddenly rather hot. He tugged his tie and shuffled his feet, for his trousers were now oppressively tight. He'd fantasized about Gregory for eons.
In his dreams, Mycroft made Gregory beg and cry for more, more, please as he fucked him into the mattress. Gregory would finish with a shout, coating them both in rivulets of come as he repeated Mycroft's name, over and over and pleasure wrecked his beautiful features.
He ran trembling fingers through his hair and shut his eyes.
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I promise you, this was not my idea". After a moment of silence, Mycroft opened his eyes to find Greg frowning at him, confused. The DI maneuvered his way out of the gag and spoke. Mycroft clutched the door frame for support. His ears were still ringing, his trousers becoming more uncomfortable by the minute. You should have seen Sherlock's face when I asked him to set this up. That's exactly what I need. For some horrid reason, you've been hiding yourself away from me. It's your birthday, the residents of this flat are on holiday in Egypt, and I have a raging boner hiding behind this candy cane.
One would think you wouldn't need any more reasons to fuck me, but I could go on. Mycroft watched with wide eyes as Gregory waggled his eyebrows at him. Sherlock said something about a long-overdue birthday gift.