For the next few weeks, Mycroft Holmes kept popping up out of the woodwork. It seemed like every time Lestrade turned around he found a note on his desk, a card in his pocket, or the man himself in his personal space.
Sherlock told him to ignore his brother but it was damned distracting. The man was simply refusing to take no for answer. Lestrade found it baffling. He didn't think Mycroft had any actual interest in him, he figured the government official simply wanted to mess with his younger brother's head and the idea of it drove Lestrade crazy. Couldn't the stubborn git see he was happy with Sherlock? That they had something good going? Why would Mycroft strive to ruin that for Sherlock?
One day he snapped when he entered his office to find Mycroft sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk. "God damnnit! Why are you doing this? This is ridiculous. I don't want to get a cup of coffee with you. I don't want to have dinner with you and I certainly have no desire to sleep with you! So please⦠For the love of God, stop this nonsense, Mycroft. It's cruel to Sherlock, what you are doing. Leave him alone."
Mycroft looked up at the irate detective inspector. "This has nothing to do with my brother, Detective Inspector. I'm a direct man." Lestrade snorted and rolled his eyes at that. "When I see someone I want, I go after it with single minded purpose."
Lestrade stared at the other man, dumbfounded.
Mycroft continued. "I've always been intrigued by you, Detective Inspector. Ever since your file first came across my desk when you found Sherlock in that flophouse. You are a very attractive man. I will admit that Sherlock's continued association with you caught my attention. As you know, my brother is not a patient man and there are few people he finds tolerable. You, he has always respected and admired. I want you, Lestrade. And I mean to have you."
Lestrade stepped back as the other man stood and glided out the door. He shook his head and sat at his desk.
He pulled out his mobile and sent a text to Sherlock.
Your brother is going to be the death of me. - GL
What has the insufferable man done now? - SH
Nothing just keeps showing up like my goddamn shadow. - GL
Ignore him. I'll speak to him if you like. - SH
No, no need. I'm sure he'll get bored eventually. - GL
I doubt it. You are after all very good looking. Not to mention incredibly sexy. - SH
Lestrade blushed at Sherlock's last text. He would never get used to Sherlock being to open and sexual with him but he loved it.
Oh hush you. See you tonight. - GL
Until then. SH
A month later, Mycroft's interest had not yet waned. Lestrade would have been flattered if he weren't so irritated by the other man's constant attention in the form of flowers, gifts and visits.
Up until this point, the government official had kept to bothering Lestrade solely at the Yard. Therefore he was very surprised to enter his flat after a long day to find Mycroft waiting in his sitting room with a cup of tea in his hand.
Lestrade was already annoyed and frustrated. He was dealing with a difficult case and Sherlock had taken John to Wales for a private case earlier in the week. He'd been looking forward to a quick meal, a hot shower and going straight to bed.
"What the bloody hell, Mycroft? Why are you here? How did you even get in?" Lestrade walked over and sat on the sofa across from his unapologetic intruder. The other man simply raised a brow at his questions. Lestrade shook his head and slumped back in his seat. "Fucking hell."
"There's tea in the pot." Mycroft said smoothly.
"Thank you, you are the most considerate person to break into my flat this week." Lestrade muttered, going into the kitchen and preparing himself tea.
He returned to the sofa and sipped his tea, ignoring the other man.
When both men finished their tea, Lestrade rose and gestured towards the door. "Please stop this, Mycroft. There is no point to it. Nothing is ever going to happen between us. Even if I weren't happily involved with your brother, this would not be the way to gain my affection."
Mycroft stood and gathered his umbrella. He walked past Lestrade towards the door.
"Pity that. I could make you very happy. If only my brother were capable of appreciating such blind devotion."
That did it. Lestrade twisted Mycroft's arm painfully behind his back and slammed him into the wall by the door.
"Listen to me, you smarmy, little shit!" He hissed. The other man struggled against his grip and the DI torqued his arm until he stilled.
"My loyalty is not blind. I know exactly what your brother is capable of and I'm 'devoted' as you put it, not in spite of that but because of it. Sherlock deserves better than you attempting to undermine his relationship with his lover at every turn. Now get the fuck out of my flat, you pompous bastard!"
Lestrade released Mycroft and stepped away from the man. The elder Holmes straightened, adjusted his clothes and silently left the flat.
