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This lines up with Chapter 91 of Seeking
Mycroft's POV
Waking up, he is warm and comfortable, his lover's solid body resting close to him. They are in his flat, curled up together in his bed. His lover Gregory had not decided to leave him. That simple fact was still boggling his mind. Of all the possibilities he had considered, not once had he expected his love to react the way he did. Now that he pondered the points the detective inspector had mentioned, he realizes he was making assumptions based on his human background rather than taking into account the fact the older man had not been raised in a primarily-human household. Still, it is a joy, the kind of joy he never expected for himself. He had always told his brother's caring is not an advantage because he had watched them get emotionally butchered by mummy after the car accident.
Since his lover, and now they are fully lovers, is still sleeping, he studies him for a bit. The older man has silvering dark-brown hair, just long enough for him to play with or hold tight as he had discovered the previous night. When they are open, his eyes are rather expressive topaz brown that seem to change tone depending on his mood. Nearly his entire body is a mid-shade of tan, darker than he would have expected. While his body is not as firm as the evidence shows it was in his twenties, the silver-haired man is still in far better shape than him. There is only a little bit of pudge to his midsection. Both his arms and legs are surprisingly strong, muscled without being too much, in balance with the rest of him. Those limbs make him feel safe and wanted when they are wrapped around him, whether in sleep, passion, or just a simple hug.
That's quite a realization for him. One he is still adapting to.
He should make his detective inspector breakfast and maybe call in to work, see if his PA can keep the place sane for the day.
Just as he is getting up to do just that, his phone buzzes lightly. Recognizing that tone as his PA's, he grabs his phone, unlocking it, and checking the message.
-Venomous has instructed me to insure you have the next three days off. If there are any major problems to call him instead. Obey?- A
He blinks at his phone, trying to process the message. Is that even safe?
Of course it is, I have higher clearance than you, most political players have at least one non-human in their family tree. The elder cobra remarks in his head. Resolve things with your jackal-child and brothers, both of them.
-Go a head with that plan. I will be there in four days.- MH
-Have a good mini-vacation. Congratulations on the return of your brother. I am pleased to see he survived.-A
-Thank you.- MH
Getting off the bed, he stretches quietly, glancing over at his still sleeping lover before silently padding over to the dresser to collect a pair sleeping bottoms to pull on. He then heads to the kitchen where he sets to making a fresh pot of rich, French dark coffee for his partner and sets a kettle to boil for his tea. After looking through his fridge and seeing what all he has, he decides to make them a full English breakfast. He is in the middle of finishing it up when the older man comes wandering in wearing nothing but his pants, and rubbing the back of his hands against his eyes.
"Morning love," the detective inspector murmurs as he steps behind him and gently presses his lips to his shoulder.
A soft smile curves his lips as he replies, "Good morning dear." He pauses for a moment, tilting his head a bit so he may lightly kiss the older man's cheek. "Breakfast is nearly done if you would like to sit at the bar."
Nodding, the silvery-haired man does so, settling onto one of the seats that allows him to watch as he moves around the kitchen.
Once he has everything done, he puts it all on plates, carrying them over to the bar, setting it down in front of his lover and his spots. He then fetches the tea and coffee.
"It smells wonderful," the detective inspector remarks smiling at him, "Oooooh, perfect," he murmurs after taking a sip of his coffee.
Flushing, he nods once, "Thank you."
He nearly jumps when he hears the older man's phone going off.
Grinning, the detective inspector unclips a case from the side-back of his pants and checks it.
Chuckling, he remarks, "The interfering cobra has arranged for me to have the next three days off."
He smiles back at the older man. The two of them take turns feeding each other, in between eating bites of their own meals. Every time he accepts a bite or offers one, the silver-haired detective inspector's smile seems to soften a bit. They do not speak, staying in companionable silence instead.
When they are done eating, they clean up the dishes together before he makes them both fresh cups to drink.
"Could we speak in the living room?" He inquires a bit stiffly, nervous about the upcoming conversation.
Raising an eyebrow, his partner nods once, "Alright."
Carrying their cups, the two of them head to the other room, with every step he gets more nervous. When they reach the living room, he debates about where to sit and is startled when Gregory lays a gentle hand on his back and guides him to his sofa.
"Please tell me what is it that is bothering you." The older man requests, watching him with serious eyes.
"I wish to discuss bonding," he replies, licking his lips, "Last night was a rather emotional time and-"
He does not get to finish the sentence because the older man is leaning forward, lips capturing his in a kisses, freezing the breath in his body the same way it has for the last several weeks as he considered what was going on with his brother. Closing his eyes, he leans into it, one of his hands lifting to rest on the silvery-haired man's shoulder as the detective inspector deepens the kiss.
"I meant every word said last night Mycroft Holmes." The older man declares fiercely when they separate just the slightest, "With the turmoil currently going on, I would not suggest doing so tomorrow, but if you wanted to bond at next months full moon I would be completely willing."
"Oh," is the only thing he can think to say to that.
Smiling at him softly, the detective inspector leans forward once more pressing their lips together. Several minutes pass as the two of them sit somewhat oddly on the sofa just kissing. Changing positioning ever so slightly to make it easier between each kiss. Eventually he groans, sitting back and breathing a bit heavier.
"We should discuss the logistics of such an action. From my understanding it is equivalent to the human marriage," he remarks once they finally catch their breath.
"It is," tilting his the older man studies him for a minute before continuing, "Most take it far more seriously than humans. Particularly since the severing of the bond is a very rare thing. Even had my ex not been banished, she would have found her welcome very cold, no shifter or shifter-child connected to a pack would have accepted her as a mate, maybe as a lover for heats but that's it."
He nods thoughtfully, processing the information given. "Perhaps we could include an extra night or two a week we me at your home?" He suggests after a few minutes of thinking.
His partner nods, "Sounds good. The girls will be thrilled. Sofia already wonders why you do not stay there more after all."
Blinking, he considers that for a long minute before nodding slowly, "I am sure there are more things we need to discuss."
Smirking, the older man nods, "There is, but not right now, right now lets just relax. Tomorrow is the full moon meeting. I am certain it is when John will rebond Sherlock to the pack since his pack link is currently severed. So we will relax today, deal with tomorrows stress, and the day after that we can have that talk, after you have processed everything. Because I am sure you will be in for a shock when you see Sherlock with the pack."
Several minutes pass in silence as he considers that. "That is probably a good idea."
"Great! So how shall we spend the day relaxing love? We can spend it here enjoying the peace and quiet or head back to the family house," the detective inspector remarks.
"Perhaps both?" He offers, "Spend the morning here, and then head to the house after lunch."
"Sounds good," his lover replies, "Now I am feeling a bit sticky, shall we get a shower?"
Chuckling, he nods, "Good plan. I even have a change of clothing for you here."
"Good, lets go enjoy that then," his lover states as he stands, offering him a hand.
Warmth spreads through him as he accepts, today is going to be a good day.