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Delia Cerrano: thanks! Glad you're enjoying it! Sorry for the angst and any damage to your tender little heart. And yes Mycroft is nipping but I promise it will be taken care of soon. I can't say more without spoilers. Don't let hubby dearest take the computer! And thank you for your amazing reviews! I loved every one of them.
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Walking down the hall with John's arm slung casually around his waist was one of the most frightening things he'd ever experienced. Not because their relationship was suddenly on a new level or that it was such a very public display, but because every single girl they passed looked murderous. They had a look in their eye that said they would use the unforgivable curses and not care as long as they could get their filthy hands on John.
"Hello little brother." Mycroft purred as he walked over to join them on their way to breakfast.
"Hello Mycroft." John said pleasantly.
"Have fun last night?" Mycroft asked.
"We did." John said smiling challengingly. Mycroft looked surprised.
"Well Sherlock dear, mother will be entirely pleased to know about your progress. You know how she worries." He smiled. Sherlock flushed and, seeing this, John looked around for Greg. Greg, as if sensing John's need for him, separated from the crowd and joined them.
"Mycroft, are you behaving?" Greg asked looking at John.
"Moderately." Mycroft said.
"He was going to send letters of our progressing relationship to Mrs. Holmes." John said to Greg who frowned.
"Well then I'm sure she'd love to know of our budding romance as well. As you forgot to mention it to her." Greg said threateningly. Mycroft looked like he was trying to suppress his concern before smiling at the three.
"Perhaps not all the details are necessary." Mycroft said. John laughed.
"But we could tell mother we are in relationships with boys." Sherlock said looking up at his elder brother. Mycroft looked miffed, as if he hadn't wanted to tell Mrs. Holmes but now that it had been suggested and Greg was present he couldn't refuse.
"Certainly." Mycroft said. Greg looked suspicious.
"You don't want your mother to know you're dating me?" Greg asked eyes narrowing.
"She would be fine with us being homosexual." Mycroft said.
"But not dating a homosexual?" Greg asked.
"I'm actually bi." John said but it went ignored.
"I just wasn't planning on telling her through mail." Mycroft said finally as they sat down at their usual spot for breakfast. Greg's expression softened.
"The four of us can go home for weekend and we can have a proper introduction." Sherlock offered.
"That sounds wonderful." John beamed and kissed Sherlock softly. Sherlock didn't object.
"Yes." Greg said smiling and looking at Mycroft who nodded.