.V
In a split of a second Mycroft went from white, to pale green, to furious red. He simply couldn't believe what he had just heard; it was preposterous! Even Sherlock remained speechless as Gregory tried to articulate something similar to a proper English phrase, very unsuccessfully.
-I-I promise it's not like that at all, Mycroft. It's not that I like you because of that. I mean I like that, but not… I mean it's not the only thing I like about you. I like all of you, I do, I swear.
Mycroft closed his eyes for a second. He tried to figure out what he was feeling at that moment, which was a remarkably difficult task. He was ashamed, yes -Sherlock's gaze was not very forgiving- but he could not bring himself to be angry. A part of his brain wondered, could he really blame Gregory for his… what to call it? taste? Unusual as it were. It wasn't news to him that the man liked him physically.
-Are you attracted to me because of my weight, Gregory?
Lestrade swallowed with some difficulty.
-I am attracted to you because of who you are. Your mind, your face, your laugh and…
He sighed before finishing the sentence.
-Yes. Your weight too.
He lowered his head a bit in defeat.
-I'm sorry.
The corner of Mycroft's mouth twitched.
-And what if… I decided to lose it.
Sherlock's snort was short lived, since both other men stared at him with daggers in their eyes.
-I would… complain a little, I admit it.
He put his hand on Mycroft's arm.
-But it is your body and I'd respect what you decide to do with it. And I'd support you no matter what.
He still felt a bit offended, but decided he could live with this. He actually could.
-And what if I decided…
He eyed his brother mid-sentence to remind him to stay completely silent if he valued his life. Years of coexistence had helped him perfect that look.
-…to gain a bit more.
The room stood silent for a minute. Then Gregory finally decided to speak.
-I… would respect that too. I really, really would.
Mycroft allowed himself a little smile at last. He noticed he was feeling kind of relieved, actually.
-Excellent. This dreadful diet was starting to get on my nerves, to be quite honest.
He stood up to leave, Gregory following him right after.
-So, you're not upset then?
Mycroft grabbed him by the wrist and drew him close.
-Quite surprisingly, not in the least.
He was being quite honest too. It was high time he was loved for who he was, and began loving himself too.
He laid a small kiss on the other man's lips and headed towards the door.
-Dinner then? I'll make the reservations.
Gregory stood there in disbelief for a moment, then looked at an even more confounded Sherlock Holmes and shrugged. He headed outside with the biggest grin on his face.
