Crimson and Blonde

by tfbl

Sherlock is still Sherlock, even if Holmes is just made up. He's a 5,000 year old Vampire whom has just met his Mate. Of course, John Watson has no idea and never will if Sherlock has anything to say about it. A character whom is genderfluid as well as another that is pansexual feature very heavily in this so if the concept bothers you read this as you choose.

26. Chapter 26

Chapter .21

Mycroft, Sherlock is well aware, has been in a great many relationships. Mortals and immortals, woman and men. In some sex was the key factor, others held an element (or more) of genuine caring, and still others were simply for a way to pass a day or two without loneliness. Many had gone well whist others had not, and nearly all of them had attempted to figure it out. If he liked woman or men, how could he like both and of course it mattered and it had to be one or the other and didn't he know what he was talking about? None of them lasted long, after that.

So when Sherlock sees that Mycroft is becoming serious about Anthea, when it is not just sex he desires but reading with her and holding her hand for seconds and minutes simply because, Sherlock can't help but think that it will not end well.

When Sherlock sees that Mycroft is falling in love with Andrew, the man that calls DaVinci brilliant and the names the Church the fool's congregation, the man whom is falling for Mycroft in return and that never asks, Sherlock hopes that Mycroft knows what he is doing.

After Sherlock happens upon them one night, Mycroft bright eyed and heating up a kettle of blood while Anthea lay still tangled in the sheets, Claim marks showing stark on both their necks, Sherlock thinks that Mycroft has gotten it right this time.

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Their first human wedding occurs many centuries latter, simply a formality because documentation has become required, and neither of them are nothing if not current. They are joined in a courthouse in France, Sherlock knows.

Anthea wore a plain white dress and a string of pearls, and Mycroft wore white and a blue strip of silk.

Mycroft checked his pocket watch, white gold and two centuries old, waiting for him to arrive, while Anthea smoked a cigarette for the first time in forty years.

Mycroft poured milk into their coffee and kept a gun on the table, just in case.

They finally stood before a mortal and said their vows and slipped on rings (unnecessary but required all the same), singing their signatures with a flourish, Mycroft's influence allowing the single A to remain unfinished.

They spent two days honeymooning in Norway before the bombs falling on Hiroshima had called them back.

Sherlock knows all of this simply because he knows them, not because he was present at the wedding. Sherlock did not attend for at the time he was slipping another needle beneath his skin.