Once again, many thanks to SecretMoustache2 for her penchant for making up daft words and making me laugh :D
"Are you sure that's what he said?" Greg chuckled as he and Mycroft sat eating a late supper. "I mean, I know your surveillance equipment is good, but surely that…"
"Honestly Gregory, would I lie to you?" Ice blue eyes twinkled with mirth. "I even had our sound man clean the tape so that there was no background noise, and I promise you John said Sheruggles."
"Wonder what he meant?"
Mycroft dabbed delicately at his lips with a napkin (old habits truly did die hard!), and sat back in his chair.
"Well, I have to assume it's their pet name for cuddling, as that is what they were doing at the time."
Nodding his agreement, Greg cleared the plates away and led the other man through to the lounge.
A little while later, as Mycroft lay with his head resting on Greg's lap he felt, rather than heard, a rumble of laughter. His eyes flicked to the television, but the film was science fiction, not comedy, so he looked up questioningly.
"Myuggles." Greg grinned back at him. "Not quite the same, is it?"
The British Government frowned.
"Or even worse," The older man could barely hold in his giggles. "Myggles!"
Mycroft shot to his feet.
"Really!" He huffed. "If you're going to make fun of my name, I'm going to bed!"