A/N: I realize that I have been updating like 5 chapters at a time. That is probably not going to continue, it's just what I had written while my internet was shut off.

I would also like to thank my reviewers for the praise and feedback. I love you all!

Any suggestions would be most welcome, since I only have 24 total chapters written at the moment…

After Sherlock and Mycroft had seen to John and Geoff's food, then stepped out into the hall, walking slowly down the corridor.

"You need to tell him," Sherlock said quietly, his gaze on the floor.

Mycroft sighed. "I know. I want to. Just being in the same room as him is difficult right now. I don't know how you managed two years with John."

Sherlock smiled. "It was hard. I learned to only breathe when I had to."

"You know I've never been able to do that easily."

"I know." Sherlock stopped and turned to his brother. "He's noticed the way you look at him. I told him I would tell him why after lunch. And I will, if you don't."

"What do I say, Sherlock? 'By the way, Geoff, I think you're my mate'? I can't do that. What if you're wrong? What if he doesn't want me?"

"You haven't seen anything?"

"No. And that's what has me so frustrated. I haven't seen a damn thing."

Sherlock gripped Mycroft's shoulders. "Trust me, Mycroft. He does care about you. If you want I will broach the subject with him, see how he even feels about vampires. If the response is good, I'll get more specific."

Mycroft studied Sherlock's face for a moment, then nodded. "Thank you."

Sherlock smiled and rested his forehead against his brother's. /Don't thank me yet. Wait till he is with you. In every sense of the word. /

Mycroft blinked and Sherlock was gone.

John looked up from his almost empty plate as Sherlock appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. Taking his last bite, he took the plate to the sink and rinsed it off, setting it in the basin to be washed later.

He smiled when long arms wrapped around his waist and a nose nuzzled into his neck. "Good lunch?" Sherlock asked.

John turned and draped his arms around Sherlock's neck, leaning up for a kiss. "Better now."

/I need to talk to Geoff for a few minutes, love. Mycroft has given me permission to tell him, finally. /

John nodded and stepped around his lover, patting Lestrade on the shoulder on his way out the door.

Geoff blinked, face worried. "What happened?"

"Nothing. He's just giving us some space to talk," Sherlock replied, sitting down across from him. "If you're finished with your food?"

Geoff nodded and pushed his plate away.

"Good." Sherlock leaned back and crossed his legs. "What exactly are your feeling toward vampires?"

"Um…well, since you and your brother are the only ones I've met, I'd say I don't mind them. Though I can't really form an opinion until I've met more of you," Geoff responded carefully, feeling like he was on the wrong end of an interrogation.

Sherlock smiled, waving a hand dismissively. "Don't worry about your words, Geoff. I'm getting the responses out of your mind. My questions are just prompts."

"Ah, that's good then."

"I feel I should warn you that these questions are going to get more personal the longer we go. When you feel too uncomfortable, just let me know and we can stop."

"Okay." Again he drug the word out, the wariness in his voice clear. "What's next then?"

"Would you ever want to be the mate of a vampire?"

Geoff blinked rapidly in surprise. He didn't say anything out loud, afraid he would sound like a stuttering mess. /From what I've seen between you and John, I'd have to say…I would be honored if I were the mate of a vampire like you or Mycroft. Though if it were a vampire like this Farfarello guy, I'd probably shoot myself. /

Sherlock hummed, chin resting on his fingers. "Last actual question. How do you feel about Mycroft?"

Geoff's face went red and he tried desperately to close his mind, without success. Sherlock could feel the desire and affection in his thoughts. He could also feel the need Geoff had to learn more about the other vampire.

Sherlock smiled again, this time happily. "Good." /I lied though. That wasn't the last question. /

Geoff was finally getting his surprise under control and he glared up at the dark haired man. /What else could you possibly need to know? /

/I need to know what your reaction would be if I told you that my brother thinks you are his mate. / Sherlock said, watching Geoff carefully.

"Oh, god…" Geoff said, covering his face with his hands as it went red again, his thoughts basically screaming 'yes, please!'.

When he finally looked back up, Sherlock was smug, his eyes unfocused. "Mycroft would like to talk to you, Geoff."

"Oh, you didn't! You could have at least given me time to stop being embarrassed."

Geoff jumped when a pair of hands descended on his shoulders. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, Geoff," Mycroft's voice in his ear sent shivers down his spine as he turned his head and ended up nose to nose with the other man.

"Says you," he whispered, gaze seemingly stuck on the vampire's mouth. "You're not the one blushing and stammering like a school girl."

Mycroft smiled, leaning in further. "It's quite flattering, really." With that, he leaned forward the rest of the way and kissed the detective softly, his right hand coming up to cup his cheek.

Geoff let out a soft sound of surprise as their lips met, his eyes sliding closed as a cool hand cupped his cheek. Another sound escaped his throat when Mycroft parted his lips with his tongue, deepening the kiss as he pulled Geoff's chair around and pulled the other man to his feet and backed him into the table.

Geoff brought his hands up and curled them into the hair at the nape of Mycroft's neck and pulled his mouth away, gasping for breath. "Oh, god…" he turned his head as the vampire began kissing along his jaw and down his neck.

"Please, Geoff…Let me?" Mycroft whispered, placing open-mouthed kisses on Geoff's neck.

Geoff's fingers tightened in Mycroft's hair as he nodded. "Yes, yes, do it," he panted turning his head away for better access. "Please."

Mycroft tugged Lestrade's collar aside and tilted the man's head further. He bit down quickly, moaning at the taste of his mate's blood.

Geoff gasped as Mycroft's teeth broke his skin, then moaned as he began to suck. "Oh, god…Mycroft…" He hissed when Mycroft's hands tightened on his shoulders almost painfully.

Mycroft released Geoff's neck slowly, placing gentle kisses where he had bitten. "So good, Geoff. You taste so good."

Geoff didn't say anything, just pulled the vampire up for another kiss, his hands clenched in Mycroft's hair tightly as he arched into him.

Sherlock would have been perfectly content to sit there and enjoy the show had things not started moving. /John? /

/Yes? /

/Need some help here. We are still in the kitchen. / he said as he looked around warily at the rattling pots and pans.

/On my way, love. /