This chapter takes place during chapter 85 of Seeking

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Mycroft's POV
He was surprised when his phone had chirped at him with a message from Charlotte Lestrade as he walked through his front door toy his house.

-Please be at our house today at seven pm to celebrate Daddy's birthday. Its Friday but he has to work.- Chare

It had taken him several moments to process as he remembers when Gregory's birthday actually is. He was also surprised by the invite, while they officially started courting last week he had not expected the girls to take to him so easily or invite him around for something that is clearly a family event. Eyes narrowing he had debated it for several minutes before nodding to himself and heading to his car in the garage. He could call for his driver but Paul's wife was pregnant and he knew the younger man was excited to get off early.

There is not enough time to select a proper gift. However they were supposed to have dinner tomorrow so he could give him something then.

Dinner with the Lestrade family was pleasant, smooth even. He was very surprised at seeing the younger cobra there. Silver eyes seriously watching him through most of the night, a curiosity and annoyed expression occasionally gleaming in those sharp eyes and yet the younger man says next to nothing to him. He found it amusing the way the middle daughter both spoke aloud with a lisp and used her hands to sign. From what he can tell she is using ASL, the same as the cobra. The two of them seem to be bouncing between the conversation being spoken aloud and their own conversation about the usage of different signs and a comparison between BSL and ASL. There is also a secondary conversation where she asks him about shielding which has him curious since it is purely done in sign language. He is curious what shielding is but is not asking tonight.

Then there had been the cake. He was given the handle piece on purpose. All three girls seemed to think it was of significance, as did Gregory according to his expression. There was warmth, a passion, a need in those eyes and for a brief moment he could not help but respond to it. Though he was going to have to discover what the importance of the door handle is.

After dinner they had watched two episodes of Classic Doctor Who and while he could probably repeat it word for word because that is how his mind works, his primary attention had been on the older man who has been actively courting him. He was taking in all of the details of his expression, the joy of having his family, his enjoyment of the old black and white show, he was not quite pressed against his side but they were close. This also caused him some food for thought because a part of him desired to be closer still, which is really illogical.

Then, as he was getting ready to leave he had paused to kiss the detective inspector, asking if he could as a birthday gift when in truth he really just wanted to kiss him and was not sure of its appropriateness. He would get him a proper gift tomorrow, or more exactly he would have Amber pick it up.

That kiss, well he was very happy that he had driven himself because after it he was more than half hard and had driven home growing progressively hard from the memory which is why he is now standing in his shower, his clothes unceremoniously left on his bedroom floor as he stripped. Using his forearm to support himself as he leans against the wall, while his other hand slowly strokes up and down his cock, his thumb occasionally brushing over the tip. In his mind's eye however it's not his hand stroking himself, it is that of the handsome silver haired man. It is so easy to picture, his long calloused fingers touching him. Slowly he builds up speed as he continues to imagine it until he can barely keep his hips from stuttering at the image. Soon enough he is coming all over his hand, a long moan escaping his lips.

Closing his eyes he leans his head against the wall and lets the water wash everything away. Still that is the quick response time he has ever had, of course he feels very little in the way of sexual desire or need, having spent years never even considering it.

Giving a small shake of his head, he finishes washing up before getting out of the shower and drying off. Heading to his room wearing nothing more than the towel wrapped around his waist he heads directly to his dresser in order to get a pair of pants and sleeping bottoms. Once dressed, he quickly picks up everything, shoving the dirty clothes into his suit hamper and the towel is hung up in the bathroom to dry.

Once that is done, he returns to his room grabbing his laptop and settling on his bed, he wishes to be done early tomorrow so he can make dinner on time so he starts on his paperwork for the next day. While it is an unending job, it is possible to get somewhat a head of the due dates which gives him a bit of extra time if he chooses. Traditionally he is a workaholic, choosing to spend his time working rather than anything else, but he has recently tried to tone back slightly, this way if anything does come of this courtship he will have just a little extra time to spend with them.

Just after three am he starts to feel drowsy, so he closes up his laptop, setting it aside on his night stand, clicking off the light, and going to bed. Three hours later he wakes up two minutes prior to his alarm, getting up and showering one more time before dressing for work. At five minutes to seven the mouse shows up with a small box, and he feels a slight tightening in his chest because it is Gregory's birthday and he is still getting a present.

Accepting it before he heads to his waiting car, he slides in and nods in greeting to his assistant before he opens the box, smiling when he realizes its pieces of the birthday cake. That was a very tasty cake, he was not joking when he suggested she become a pâtissier. From his understanding, the oldest of the girls often baked and made a variety of treats and such, he should know, many had been given as gifts too. So much for his diet.

"That smells delicious," his PA remarks as she glances up from her phone.

Grabbing a small fork out of the hidden drawer beneath his seat he cuts a small piece and hands it to her.

She makes sounds of pleasure before querying, "Who makes that? It's not one of your normal haunts, I know all of their flavors."

"Gregory's daughters, primarily the eldest and youngest," he replies as he closes the box, it will make a wonderful lunch when he is dealing with stupid people. "Any suggestions on a birthday gift for Gregory? All of the ideas I have seem a bit impersonal considering the fact we are 'courting'," he is a bit hesitant with the last word, not sure if that's the proper way to use it in this situation.

She tilts her head, "What are his interests? Perhaps there is something that he may appreciate related to them."

"Doctor Who, Supernatural, spending time with his daughters, board and card games to play with his girls, minor gardening, like reading mysteries but not ones related to murder, has an exercise area but does not use it often mostly due to work." He replies as he sorts through details.

"Perhaps a board game they do not have? He puts that much importance on spending time with the girls, having something to do with them would be a better gift than something purely for him," she suggests.

He thinks about it, before nodding once, while running a mental inventory of the games he knows they already have. "A copy of Doctor Who Trivia Pursuit, if you please, by tonight for dinner," he states clearly.

She smiles, "Yes sir, I will have it waiting in the car for him."

His work day goes rather smoothly, he manages to avoid two different international crises. Just before five thirty he uses the small bathroom attached to his office to get cleaned up before heading to his car. His other car has already been sent to pick up his date for dinner. He had made arrangements at Gregory's favorite restaurant despite the fact it is not the type of establishment that he is used to. They should be arriving at nearly the same time.

When he gets there, his other car is just pulling in behind him, and the older man gets out before his driver can open the door.

"Hullo Mycroft," the silver-haired man greets him holding the box that is still wrapped.

"Good evening Gregory," he replies as the two cars pull off. They will return when he sends the ready message. "Do you need to have your vehicle retrieved?" he inquires as they walk in.

"No, Chare has the car to go to her volunteer work and pick up her sisters after they are done with their after school lessons." The detective inspector explains as they head to a booth towards the back.

He had noticed in the past that the older man always selected spots where he could see the entire room yet only be approached from a few directions. Out of curiosity he had checked old CCTV recording and discovered this had been true since he had joined the force. It was a curious habit for the copper, but not overly surprising considering it.

"Why do you always select the most defendable position?" he inquires as they slide into the booth, arching an eyebrow at him curiously. He has a few theories but none of them seem quite right.

"I'm from a shifter family but not a shifter. That meant growing up I was the only one who did not participate in the hunting games the rest found normal. It also meant I was the only one without extra keen hearing or a sense of smell that allowed me to pick up details humans would miss. So some of my rude cousins used to like playing stalk the human, and as the only one in our generation, I was it." his date shrugs, "I learned other ways to deal with them, made sure I gave them as few openings as possible, those traits carried over when I decided to become a cop, allowing me to had a head start on defensive training compared to most."

He nodes once, that was not one of the answers he had expected but it makes sense, his assistant has repeatedly mentioned that the Watson pack is not like any other pack that she knows of. Then, arching his brow just a bit more, he motions to the gift while the hostess is giving them menus and inquiring after their choice of drink.

Distractedly they both order it and the older man remarks, "You really did not have to."

Flushing lightly he nods once, "I am aware, however I still desired to get you something." Was it the wrong choice? He wonders to himself as he watches the older man finger the wrapping.

A small smile plays at the detective inspectors lips and he realizes that his ex had not given him gifts so he did not actually expect them from his partner. He was used to them from his daughters but that was it. Oh. The custom of courting, only one partner is expected to give gifts, so the fact that he did so is the surprising part.

Slowly the older man unwraps his present, not shredding the paper like he had the night before with the girls which is also a curious thing. When he pulls the game out of the wrapper a huge smile curves his lips, one that lights up his entire face in pleasure.

"Thanks Mycroft, this is awesome! I'll probably lose against Sofia but still." the detective inspector softly exclaims before looking up at him and querying, "You'll join us won't you?"

"That may not be fair after the first few times," he replies after a moment's thought.

Smirking, the older man shrugs, replying, "I'll invite Aidan too, between the two of you, us four can get amusement when two perfect memories face off."

He blinks twice before nodding once, that would explain a lot about how he seems to act on habit for things that most take years to get, even when they are raised doing them.

Before he can comment the waitress comes ask after their orders. Since he is not sure what all he would like, he lets the older man order for the both of them. For several minutes the two of them talk about little things in life while they wait for their food. None of the conversation is serious. Once there food is there it seems to become a bit more lighthearted, something that is difficult for him since he is not sure of flirting and such. Despite that, it is a pleasant feeling, the flirting, and by the end of the dinner he is wishing that there was going to be more time. Earlier in the day he had Amber call and arrange for a cake.

"I realize it is probably not as good as the cake your rather skilled daughters made, but I had them make you a birthday cake," he murmurs as the hostess brings out a small white chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting. "Happy birthday Gregory," he murmurs after the hostess leaves.

The warmth in the older man's smile makes his stomach tingle and arousal pool low in his belly. "Thank you, really thank you." for a minute the slightly shorter man just stares at it and he wonders if he got the wrong flavor but then he looks up beaming as he quietly states, "Besides my parents, human grandparents, and daughters, no one has ever made me or ordered a cake for me."

A light blush covers his skin as he nods once.

The two of them share the cake after the detective inspector cuts it. He was right that it is not as good as the girls. It is still enjoyable, particularly with his current company. When they are done eating dinner the two of them go for a walk before he calls for the car. It is a nice walk, filled with the same type of quiet conversation. To someone watching they are just a hair closer than is strictly necessarily but it's nice. Once the car is there, the two of them get into it and his car drives them back to the Lestrade home, the two of them pressed close together in the car.

When they get to the house, he gets out along with the detective inspector, making sure he has his gift before pausing to stare at his face for a moment as he considers asking if it would be polite to kiss him again. Before he has worked up the nerve to ask, the detective inspector steps forward, closing the distance between and tilting his head up, softly pressing their lips together in a fairly chaste kiss when compared to the one of the night before then stepping back with a little smile on his lips.

"Goodnight Mycroft," the older man murmurs, "Have a good week."

"Yourself as well, Gregory." He replies with a small smile, his mind still a bit shocked over his boldness but very happy too.