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Mycroft's POV
After nearly forty-nine hours of almost non-stop negotiations with only a few short breaks for quick naps or food, he is finally home. He's two days early, but he is looking forward to just curling up with his mate and resting. His rather efficient assistant has already dealt with the fact the detective inspector originally had to work, commandeering him for sealed 'state purposes' for the day. He'll have to remember to give her a bonus or reward her somehow.
Since it is still three hours before his dedicated mate has to be in to work, well if he was still going, and only four hours since he got home from his last case, he expects to find the alpha still in their bed. Instead, he finds the older man standing in the shower attached to their room, arms braced against the wall while water pours down his body.
Licking his lips, he stands there watching for a time, knowing he should make his presence known, but not wanting to say anything. His eyes sweep over the older man, taking in a few bruises on his side and leg, the tense posture, his head down, and automatically understanding. He had not yet looked at the case his mate had just finished since he had been busy, but if his posture was anything to go by, it had been an extremely bad.
"Gregory?" he murmurs questioningly, somehow he wants to make his mate feel better. He is sure as soon as he sees the older man's face he will have an idea how to do that, he just has to see his face, and that requires the silvering alpha to turn.
Straightening, his mate pivots on the balls of his feet, nearly falling on the slick surface of the shower, but quickly righting himself. "Is everything alright?" his mate inquires, his rich brown eyes carefully studying him.
"Of course, we concluded the diplomacy," he replies instantly, "Anthea has ordered me to stay home, and has already told your boss you are on protective duty for the next twenty-four hours. I believe she said she would have the paperwork you were due to complete today dealt with to the best of her ability so it would not put you behind." He continues in the same tired tone.
"Protective duty huh?" There is both frustration and humor in his tone.
He knows that it frustrates his mate when he or his assistant messes with his work. Hopefully he will not be annoyed with it this time. Slowly, he nods once, eyes carefully watching the older man.
"Well a day off would be nice, though if we're doing that we are not leaving the house."
A small smile plays at the edge of his lips. His mate is not upset by his assistant and his manipulation.
As his mate turns the water off, he grabs the towel and comes closer to the older man. Hesitantly, because he is never sure if he is too pushy when it comes to intimacy, he uses the towel to dry his mate off while worrying his lower lip between his teeth. When he is done, he hangs the towel back up to dry. Before he has a chance to say or do anything else, the silver streaked dark-haired man steps out and up to him, reaching out to cup his face in his calloused hands.
"Welcome home, love," the alpha murmurs softly just before pressing their lips together in a sweet, gentle kiss.
He smiles into the kiss, swaying tiredly.
"Let's go to bed love, apparently I have extra time so we might as well enjoy it." The older man informs him with a mischievous smile.
He flushes, hearing the innuendo in that phrase.
In their room, the dark-haired alpha turns to him and kisses him again, this time a bit more passionately, but still nothing more than a kiss. As they are kissing, nimble fingers have set to unbuttoning his shirts. He unfastens his wrists knowing his mate will forget to. Once the layers are all unbuttons, the older man gently pushes them off his shoulders and down his back, allowing them to fall on the floor.
Even after years of being together, he is still very self-conscious of his body image. He personally feels like he is too plump, too pale, too freckled, too mared. His lover doesn't seem to notice any of this however, for which he is thankful.
"Stop thinking about your weight, Myc. You look fine." His dark-eyed mate remarks calmly. "You are an omega, it's perfectly acceptable for you to not be a reed. Those who say omegas should be super skinny need to be hit, and hard, for abusing them. An omega needs the solidness so that they do not form health problems related to their heats." Gregory's mouth snaps shut and he blushes, as if realizing he was ranting. "Sorry. It's just, I think you are perfect as is, and the idea that you need to lose weight bothers me. Yes, your weight fluxes, not a big deal, so does mum's, particularly around her heats, and John's actually. But you are never so big you need to actively lose it."
He blushes at the implied compliment, understanding everything his mate means with that, not just the words.
"If you want to take your trousers off, I will get you a pair of pajamas out of the closet," the older man offers with a smile.
Smiling back, he remarks, "Or I could sleep with just my pants on since I have a feeling everything will be coming off when we wake up."
There is mischief in the older man's face when his smile grows, a promise that he is right.
So he takes off his trousers, socks and shoes before settling on the bed with a smile to his lover.
As the older man slips out of the room, he knows that his mate is going to make sure everything is locked up and all of the lights are off. Less than five minutes later he is back, still as naked as when he climbed out of the shower. After clicking off the lights to the bathroom, he joins him on the bed, crawling under the blankets and tugging him close.
They are nearly equal in height, but he is almost always the little spoon with his dark-haired love curls his body around him protectively. Firm arms and hands would wrap around him, often times gently stroking his stomach.
He knows that his mate would love to have children, but the chances of him have them are very slim due to a bad fever as a child and one of his earliest missions, when he still did field work, that went horribly wrong. Despite that, his detective inspector has never pressured him to go off of his suppressants or to get pregnant during his once yearly heat. They were happy together, and if he ever desired children then his sister-in-law had promised to carry for them. So for now they just spent lots of time visiting with all of the young cousins in the family.
"Myc, love," the alpha murmurs as he nuzzles the back of his head.
"Yes?" he mumbles in response.
"Stop thinking so much and just relax," the dark-haired man directs softly.
He smiles even though his alpha cannot see it and nods once, "Alright, goodnight Gregory."
"Goodnight, love," his lover mutters kissing his neck once before settling down into the blankets a bit further.
He follows suit, getting comfortable and drifting off to sleep nearly immediately.
A few hours later he is awoken by the sound of his phone going off. Reaching tiredly for the end table, he realizes that he must have left it in his trouser pocket and sighs. Carefully, so not to wake his mate, he wiggles out from under the older man's arm and scoots off the bed. Rubbing his eyes with one hand, he uses the other to dig through his pocket and tug his phone out. Opening it, he discovers it is his assistant updating him with a text message as to what is going on with situation he left in her capable hands. After replying, he sets the phone on the end table. He is considering crawling back in bed, but his bladder starts to remind him why he doesn't like being woken up.
While he is in the bathroom, it strikes him once more the fact he is lucky to have a mate like his who seems to see past his problems and flaws. Why does his alpha stick around when he is such a waste of an omega? He would be better served with a beta for all the good he is.
Shaking his head, he returns to their room, crawling back under the blankets and tucking himself into his mate's arms.
Even though he is trying not to wake the older man, he fails and feels it as the silvering dark-haired alpha wakes up.
"Everything alright, love?" his detective inspector sleepily asks.
"Everything's fine," he replies distractedly, still mostly lost in his thoughts.
Several minutes pass in silence before his mate speaks again.
"Myc, love, tell me what's bothering you," the order is quiet and he almost misses it because he is lost in his thoughts.
"It's nothing," he replies, not wanting to bother his mate with his insecurities.
"Bullshit. After ten years of being married and bonded I know better. Now tell me what's wrong." The alpha's voice is soft, but firm. He can hear just a touch of the command in it, though he knows his mate is trying not to actually force him to speak.
Ducking his head and closing his eyes, he gives in explaining what he was thinking just a few minutes before. This not the first time he has worried about his worth as a partner, husband, mate, and omega. It probably will not be the last. After all, he sees better options for his love in a lot of the omegas and betas they see and work with regularly. Hell, his own assistant is a better choice than he is!
Chuckling, his partner remarks, "Ann may be a rather lovely woman, however I prefer my lovers to be male or omega, preferably both. She fails at all of those." Light kisses are scattered across his shoulders, "You on the other hand," his mate pauses to bite lightly over their bond mark, making him melt back against him and his body start to react. "You are both. Now, you are going to lie on our bed while I worship every single piece of you to my heart's content."
"Greg," he sighs, the shortened proper version of his mate's name escaping his lips as the taller man manhandles him into the position he wants.
Stretched out on the bed on his back, his mate settles between his legs, but down by his feet. The massage oil is back in the older man's hands, quietly being drizzled into his palm so it can be warmed before he sets to rubbing first his left foot and ankle before switching to the right side. A little more is added when the detective inspector moves up to do his calves and shins. Skilled fingers work their way into his muscles, releasing all of the tension and knots. Even those spots that he hadn't realized were tense. Smiling mischievously, his mate continues up his body, taking careful care of both thighs front and back, but then skips touching any of his intimate spots, making him groan in need.
Shifting to sitting on his knees with their cocks rubbing together through the material of his pants, his mate continues his massage, working over every part of his too big stomach and chest. That mischievous expression turns to a smirk when he tweaks his nipples and gets a reaction. They've always been a bit sensitive.
"Ghmmm," he groans when his mate leans down, pressing their hips even closer together, as his flat tongue swirls around first one than the other nipple. "Greg-or-ee!" He exclaims when the alpha scrapes his teeth lightly over the sensitive buds.
"You're perfect as is love," the older man murmurs as he starts kissing his way up his body.
At the junction between shoulder and throat, the alpha is strewing more little kisses murmuring, "I love all of your freckles," his tongue traces a pattern on his skin, connecting those horrible little dots.
"Every time you go through a weight change, the patterns change, giving me even more reason to kiss and lick every inch of you." The dark-eyed man continues as he kisses up his neck, pausing to lightly bite at the minor scent gland where his throat meets his jaw.
"I find you magnificent, my gorgeous mate." The alpha informs him as he nibbles his way up to his ear, tongue tracing the shell of it before lightly biting the tip
Again he moans, the light pressure on his ear being another sensitive spot for him.
Showering kisses across his face, delicate and gentle on his eyelids, a bit firmer on his nose
"You are brilliant," kiss to the left corner of his lips. "Sassy," kiss to his chin. "Determined," kiss to the hollow between lip and chin. "Protective," kiss to the right side of his lips. "Caring," kiss to the tip of his nose. "Creative," kiss to his left eyelid. "Meticulous," kiss to the right eyelid. "Detailed," kiss to his left temple. "Ambitious," kiss to the middle of his forehead. "Talented," kiss to his right temple. "Perfect for me," gentle kiss to the middle of his lips, more of a press than anything, but it sends more tingling needy sensations through him than any of the other kisses so far.
Rubbing our groins together the alpha asks, "I wish to make love to my mate, would my wonderful mate like that?"
"Yes," he hisses out, pressing up into the contact, enjoying the friction on his cock.
Beaming at him, the older man starts kissing and nipping his way back down his body, scooting his body back on his knees until he has reached his groin. There he hooks the material of his pants with his fingertips and slowly drags it down, pausing when the tip of his cock pops out to lick at it like some sort of obscene lollipop.
When he groans, the dark-haired man pulls them down the rest of the way, but his mouth never leaves him.
His hips canter upwards towards that wet heat even as he feels his own body start to produce fluids.
Once his pants are gone, his lover takes his time licking and sucking on him for a bit before he moves downwards. Tongue tracing the pulsing vein until he reaches his bullocks. Several more minutes are spent with his mate teasing where they meet, fondling them with his hands, and nosing at them. From there, he continues downwards further. Lifting his legs to settle them on his shoulders while he spreads him wide with his hands and sets to licking his tight hole open. Unlike many male omegas, he only self lubricates enough to be safe during and around his heat, so his mate has to use lube to keep from hurting him.
Not thinking about it, his hand blindly reaches for the nightstand, managing to pull the drawer open and get the tube out to hand to the older man.
His hips move in time with the licking and sucking, trying to get more friction as the need builds.
Finally, his mate takes the lube and sets to working him the rest of the way open with skilled fingers that understand exactly where and how to touch in order to make his body feel like it is up in flames. When his mate is sure he is open and he is a begging, sobbing, wrecked mess, the older man slides back up his body, lining them up and sliding in with a groan.
It is slow and familiar, reassuring and beautiful, everything he needs.
When his mate slips a hand between their bodies to touch him in time, he comes with a long moan, body pulsing as he spills between them. It is not long after that that his mate comes inside him, filling him and holding still as he continues to. Since his pheromones are not flooding the room, his mate's knot does not form, but that's alright; it's perfect as it is. Afterwards, the two of them just lay there for a bit, his mate braced on his arms above him.
"How's a soak sound?" the alpha suggests after kissing him lightly on the lips.
"I would like that," he replies, wrapping his arms around the older man to hug him.
Grinning mischievously, the older man rolls them, easily lifting him as he stands.
Squeaking, he tightens his grip around his mate.
"I'm not going to drop you," there is amusement in the dark-eyed man's voice as he states that.
Carefully, the dark-haired man carries him to the attached bathroom, setting him on the toilet as he gets the water running and fills the tub.
He chuckles as his mate puts scented bathing salts in the water before scooping him back up to set him in the perfectly warm water. As soon as he is settled, the older man climbs in behind him, pulling him back against his chest. The two of them relax for a while, allowing the hot water to get the rest of the tension out of their bodies that the sex and massage had not. When the water starts to cool off, his husband drains it, before turning the shower on. The two of them take turns washing each other before taking turns drying each other when they get out.
Heading into the bedroom, he digs into his dresser to get a pair of pajamas to wear around the house, deciding he might as well be comfortable. His lover does pretty much the same thing, only where he wears both bottoms and a top, his husband only wears bottoms.
"Let's go have tea love," his mate suggests as he picks up the tray from their breakfast.
"I'd like that," he replies. It might not have started as the best morning because of his self-doubts, but it has definitely become a very good one quickly. He has all day to spend with his Gregory, his lover, partner, alpha, mate, and friend. His everything.