Author's Note:
Characters belong to Sir ACD and Mofftiss. I just write fluffy, angsty things about my otp.
Tumblr user prompt. Not Beta'd. I tend to write small ficlets. whoops
Mycroft paces around his office. Worried. He is not the type to show this. He is a Holmes, they don't do emotions, not well. He settles down in his chair, running his hand over his hair, sighing hard. He looks at his mobile
3 missed calls
All from Greg, his lover.
He placed his mobile down, just thinking of the previous night. He felt it in him, that things between him and Greg were falling out. They didn't spend much time together, being a "minor" position of the government really took up Mycroft's time. He also noticed with him missing out, Greg would find comfort in 221B with his baby brother, Sherlock.
Greg tried to convince Mycroft that the only Holmes for him was Mycroft and the only reason he would be over at 221B was because him and John enjoyed drinking together and had picked up some habits of playing poker.
He reached for a drawer in his desk, he pulled out a bottle of fine scotch and a glass. He stared at it, was this what he wanted, what he needed?
He opened the bottle, poured some scotch and as soon as he was going to drink it, he heard shouting and people struggling outside of his office. He set the glass down, and walked over to the door and opened it. outside, with security guards holding him down was Greg.
"THE NAME IS GREG LESTRADE! DI LESTRADE, FOR CHRISTS SAKE I'M FROM THE YARD! I JUST NEED A WORD WITH MR HOLMES!"
Mycroft cleared his throat, the guards, his secretary and Greg looked up
"Let him in" he began his walk into his office, and behind him Greg entered and locked the door
"I call-" Greg began
"Yes, three times, I noticed" Mycroft was still uneasy.
"Look here Mycroft, those accusations from last night, you're wrong" he shook his head a chuckled escaping his lips.
"Sherlock, I just go to him for the cases. Nothing else" Greg had closed the large gap between them. His hand cupped Mycroft's cheek and he rested his forehead on Mycroft's
"Mycroft bloody Holmes, i love you and you only. There is no other Holmes for me but you." his lips kissed down his cheek, his jaw ad finally his lips. There was passion and reassurance of those words that Greg spoke. Mycroft fell at peace with himself.