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John's changed in status left a rather large impact on England as a whole. When word got out in the papers, that there had been an unbonded, unmated, and unknown Sigma residing on the island for over thirty years, all hell broke loose.
Some were proud that John had managed to live so long without bonding or bearing. Or even sharing a heat with someone. Others claimed that it was unfair for him to lie and demanded a chance to 'vie' for his mark. Meaning that they would have to fight either Sherlock or Mycroft or both and defeat either, in order to win the 'right' to mate with John. John was not pleased.
The fools acted like he was some sort of object to be won. That was why he never wanted people to know that he was a Sigma. Even though there were no more breeding camps, it was still dangerous for people to know and his privacy had been invaded far too much for his liking.
The only people to not really change, were Sherlock, Mycroft, Mrs. Hudson, Greg, and Molly. Everyone else seemed to watch him like a hawk. His face was plastered everywhere. He hated it. And the fact that people made comments about his stomach and how they'd like to get rid of his children and replace them with their own, were beginning to seriously piss him off. If someone even attempted, his Browning was going right in their mouth and he would gladly pull the trigger. He was a Sigma and most laws didn't apply to him.
Hormones raged. He was more stressed these days.
Sherlock hadn't changed much, but was more conscious of his needs. He made him tea in the morning, managing to do it perfectly. He even refrained from putting heads in the freezer. At home, John was happy, but when he took even a step out the bloody door, he was being hounded.
Sherlock did not come to his aid, gratefully. John could handle himself just fine and ordered his first mate to stay behind unless he really needed help. He never did, but the silent reassurance was good. John had already permanently injured four people and hurt several others, all on his own. He could defend himself just fine.
No more cases for him. Sherlock didn't like that and attempted to refuse cases but John didn't want him to be unhappy and practically ordered him to take Lestrade's cases. Sherlock grumbled but did so, managing to still remain in the flat for prolonged periods, doing a lot of work in the living area.
Mycroft had been around a lot more. He had wanted to move them to a better location, but both loved Baker Street and couldn't think of leaving it behind. And Mrs. Hudson would be so lonely because Mrs. Turner wasn't around as often, now that she had grandchildren to spoil. The man had to settle for triple protection and set up obvious cameras in the main rooms, leaving the bedroom free of interference.
Mycroft also like giving them the oddest of items that seemed out of place until they realized they used each rather quickly.
A though Mycroft was still an ass at times, appearing at random moments, he was much more tolerable. And Sherlock hadn't been snarky with him. John asked if it was anything to do with him, but Sherlock stated very clearly that he wasn't as annoyed by his brother's presence anymore. Mycroft liked the fact that Sherlock was no longer making comments about his weight. Especially since he wasn't even fat to begin with.
And every day, his stomach got bigger. No sex after the first month, which was sad as fuck, because John had learned that the Holmes brothers were rather gifted in the ways of sex. Meaning, they were like gods of the bedroom.
John's initial surprise over Sherlock's skill, had already passed. When the sexy man was pounding him into their mattress - yes, their mattress - he didn't have time to think about it. Sherlock swore he'd never been with anyone before John. Something about transport and it not mattering in the least. John could believe that. Besides, Sherlock didn't lie about important things and technically, he never lied. He just omitted details until he felt them important enough to share.
That first month, was the best of the pregnancy. Since Sigmas only lasted a trimester - three months - they wouldn't have to go without sex for too long at least. But still, two months without any would probably kill anyone who was randy enough, so they got as much sex as they all could. yes, all. Mycroft was all too happy to assist and neither John nor Sherlock minded.
The sex was amazing. Seriously, John had been in relationships with all manner of people, even prostitutes. He'd always enjoyed sex, but he'd never had any better than whatever transpired between he and his boys, And yes, they were his boys.
And then came the seconds month. A lot of fellatio and hand-jobs. Not that they weren't spectacular, just not enough.
And he was getting bigger and bigger as time went by. He was having two children and just as Mycroft had explained, they were in separate sacs and sharing separate umbilical cords. And John was eating mountains of food in order to feed both.
And then came the delivery after thirteen weeks of pregnancy and he did not like that part. Omegas and Sigmas that were male, had such difficult times because they did not had a uterus and had to be cut open in order for the children to be delivered. Epidurals were terrible.
But when he met his babies, he couldn't care about the huge needle.
Both were born Alphas. If a child was born without a scent of Alpha, they were either a Beta or an Omega, or rarely, a Sigma mistaken for an Alpha. Both boys were blaring Alpha scents. Until they reached their majority, they'd be labeled as Alphas. Unless one or both ended up in Heat.
Mycroft and Sherlock chose the first names, allowing John to decide if both would have multiple middle names.
John and Mycroft's son, was named, Hyperion Mycroft Felix Holmes.
Sherlock and John's son was named, Maximus William Varius Holmes.
The doctors and nurses at the hospital stared at them for several moments, before finally registering the names. They didn't risk asking if they were certain, Mycroft was known well in the hospital. Mycroft's name was like a rod of power. Like the kryptonite of everyone around him to fall to his demands. It was rather hilarious.
While John was in the hospital for that week, Mycroft pretty much purchased all of 221B from Mrs. Hudson, though allowing her to remain at Sherlock's request. He then pretty much ordered an army to make the building on large house. Mycroft was moving in and space was required.
When John walked into 221 B, he stopped and stared. If was just hard to describe. It was amazing. Mycroft received the most heated kiss of his life in that moment and John grinned happily for weeks afterward. Mycroft proved himself to be really sweet.
When John said so, Sherlock made it a point to start a war over making John happy. As the new 'mother' took care of his babies, his mates argued in the new kitchen about what he'd like next and what he'd like more.
John rolled his eyes as he smiled at Hyperion and then Maximus.
"You're fathers are ridiculous, aren't they?" he asked.
"We are not!"
A/N: Done!
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Hyperion- the high one
Felix- lucky, successful
Maximus- the greatest
Varius- versatile
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