A/N: Okay. So I decided to do pretty much the same thing but with Mycroft and Lestrade... Enjoy.

WARNING: Mentions of sexual themes... not graphic but the same as the first chapter.

I do not own BBC Sherlock or any of its characters.

Greg hadn't expected much recognition from Sherlock and John's whole... er, popularity thing. Hell, he hadn't even expected anyone to even know who he was. But the 1000+ messages in his email said otherwise... A lot of them were from older women, complimenting him on his work at the station, but the majority was from teenagers (usually girls) asking about Sherlock or John; asking him if they were gay, to be more specific. And truthfully, he didn't know the answer to that either.

But then it started getting weird. Apparently, in a new term that teens today use ('shipping'), a lot of the fans 'ship' his own two close friends together; Sherlock and John. At first he found it hilarious, obviously; but it all changed once he had been in his office at work one day when Anderson and Sally came into the office with a laptop.

"Don't you knock?" Lestrade murmured as he sat upright and placed his tea onto the desk in front of him. Anderson held a crooked smile and Sally chuckled to herself as she placed the laptop onto Greg's desk, snorting as Lestrade's face distorted into repulse. "What the hell is that?"

"I didn't even know he had a brother." Anderson said aloud as Lestrade squinted at the screen which displayed a computer drawn image of him and the older brother of Sherlock, staring at each other with... a look he would never give another man. The subtext was astounding for those who were interested in that. Lestrade pushed away the laptop, staring back at Sally with confusion.

"What the hell is this?" He repeated, awaiting a explanation. Glancing back at the screen and back to Sally, Anderson stepped up and spoke.

"Sir, scroll down, there's more." Anderson smirked as Greg placed his finger gingerly on the touchpad and scrolled down on the page of the website.

OTP OTP OTP. idk Johnlock is too overrated so ye here is a thing i drew ugh
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"What the hell does OTP mean?" Greg asked to no one in particular as he continued to read the captions of multiple posts about him and Mycroft.

"Er, 'one true pairing', sir." Donovan spoke as her muffled voice blended with the sound of holding back the urge to start laughing hysterically. "Apparently. I don't know much of these terms but... the freak had an encounter with one of these with John as well so..." She cleared her throat and continued, "You're partially famous now, sir, you have to expect some publicity."

"Yeah well, not like this. 'Under the Mistletoe by mystradelock'- I- what... this isn't what I think it is..."

"Sir, it is. Fanfiction- what they call it." Donovan mentioned as Anderson stood by the doorway with his mouth pushed tightly into a smirk.

Under the Mistletoe by mystradelock

PURE SLASH. RPF. It's almost the holidays and I decided to write another slash fic... I have Johnlock so far as well as Sherlolly... LETS GIVE MYSTRADE A CHANCE SHALL WE? Rated M for sexy times ashgffghjkl;f i will go down with this ship

Prompt: John with Sherlock, Molly with Irene... it only leaves Lestrade and Mycroft alone for the holidays, until the mistletoe strikes again. Pure smut.

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Lestrade, curious yet revolted, clicked on the link and blankly waited as the screen displayed a wall of text. At first, the story wasn't so bad as he thought, excluding the whole... er, 'ship' things but it wasn't as racy as he would have pictured it. But then...

"Inspector Lestrade..." Mycroft called through the dark corridor of the warehouse as the detective walked the opposite direction. Greg halted, turning around to face the royal man. "Would you... stay...?" He breathed, misty air floating out of his mouth as he did so.

Lestrade stared, he'd been wanting this, he knows he had. But... this time it was different. "Of course."

Sally and Anderson couldn't contain their laughter as Greg grimaced while he read, his face representing more disgust with every sentence. "Oh God... How..." He mumbled. Eventually he came to a part of the story where he let out a disgusted 'Oh God' and before he shut the laptop screen...

Their lips connected; suddenly all of Lestrade's body was in complete warmth in the freezing room. Their tongues collided as Mycroft pushed him against the wall. Lestrade pushed away and stared in to the eyes of the man in front of him, whispering, "Take me."

The screen nearly broke as he roughly shut it close. He massaged him temple before lifting his head to stare at Sally and Anderson once again. "What... what is the meaning of this?"

"We just thought you might want to know what was going on... now that you're, er, 'famous'." Sally explained with a grin on her face.

"Not really. How- how do they even know much about Mycroft... He's a bit of a secret lad- I mean, you two didn't even know who he was."

"The internet is a strange place, sir." Sally placed her hands on her hips and inhaled deeply to refresh herself of all the previous continuous laughing. "Does... does the freak's brother know about this?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as the corner of her mouth lifted. "I mean, he's had to notice some of the publicity, right?"

"You say that like you want him to find out." Lestrade sighed, holding up his cup to sip his tea. He inhaled a breath of air to speak again, "I'll go... see him about it. Now get off to work... close the door behind you." He lifted his hand to show them the way out of the door, still slightly irritated and still disgusted with what he had just read. Anderson nodded with a grin and walked out, Donovan following.

"Are you going to let him 'take you', sir?" Donovan jokingly asked, walking towards the door to exit, closing it behind her.

"Preposterous." Mycroft mumbled to himself as he sat at the desk in his office, staring at the given email link that was sent to him. He knew he shouldn't have snickered at Sherlock about him and John and their recent discovery; for the internet could be a powerful place to find information about anyone. Including himself. And with teenagers involved...

Mycroft gave a disgusted expression as he closed the window and later his laptop, holding up his hands to the tip of his nose as if he were praying. What he planned now was to erase every inch of data of these sort... of 'stories'... from wherever he could find... And he did just that but to no avail as they all rushed back in by a quantity of thousands.

The only thing that appealed to him in any of these repulsive stories was that he was often considered the dominant one; fair enough.

A/N: Haha oh God... Well yeah thanks for reading and this is out of fun and boredom, really. If you want, you could request a pairing and maybe I could write the reactions to it... That'll be sort of hard though, considering that; how would the fans know much about certain characters? Whatever. I'll edit thoroughly later. Thanks for reading and review if you want.