The weekend found Sherlock tense with anticipation waiting for Doctor Johnson and Mycroft's visit. The Alpha was just as eager to know what else had happened to his mate, as he was to reaffirm the bond with his mate physically. Add to that the promise of seeing his children via ultrasound at this visit and he was pacing the library hours before they were even due to arrive. He could sense John's frustrated amusement as he reclined on the sofa with a book and watched him. Sherlock was already waving his hand as if to say, "I know, I know" when John began speaking.
"I'm not sure which will wear out first at this rate, the rug or your shoes." Sherlock merely gave him a sullen pout on his next pass. John chuckled, "You know you won't make them get here any faster like that? You should come sit down and have your tea. Besides…Ow.." he winced as he rubbed his belly, "I believe your children could use your attention." Sherlock stopped his pacing as his gaze raked over John's form. Without a doubt there was some vigorous activity going on under the stretched skin. John sucked in a sharp breath before he spoke again, "You know they are always calmer when you talk to them or rub my belly. Please Sherlock?" He affected a small pout that was so un-John-like that Sherlock had to laugh as he sat cross-legged on the floor next to the sofa and began to rub gently over John's belly.
"Give me your book. I can read some of it out loud." John passed over the detective novel he was reading and endured Sherlock's scoffing. "Just so you are aware, I am issuing a formal protest against exposing our children to this kind of drivel while they are in utero and unable to escape." John promptly snatched the book back and soundly whacked him on the arm with a solid whump. Sherlock grabbed the book back and continued, "However, I am not inclined to get up and search for something better at the moment so this shall have to do. Just so long as you are aware of my protest."
John fought to hide his laughter and replied with all the seriousness he could muster, "Duly noted, Sir." He gave a small salute and bit back his smile when Sherlock narrowed his eyes on him before flipping the book open sharply and beginning to read. He didn't even pick up where John had left off but he didn't care, he knew this story anyway and Sherlock's voice was soothing. In a matter of minutes the children had calmed in John's womb as well, a few subtle pushes and stretches but nothing like the rugby match that was going on earlier. John watched Sherlock still absently rubbing his hand over his belly while he read. "You know I hope this isn't a glimpse of what I have to look forward to." Sherlock looked at him in puzzlement as he continued, pointing to his now still abdomen, "Children that only respond to their father." He smiled when he saw the corner of Sherlock's upper lip curving up in a smirk.
"I'm sure it's far to early to determine such things, John." Still the smile didn't quite fade as he continued to read and rub softly over his children. The library grew quiet except for the sound of Sherlock's rich baritone and the occasional turn of a page. When Sherlock reached the end of the chapter and glanced up from the book, he found that John had drifted off to sleep. He was prone to that now as the strain of carrying two growing lives increased. Sherlock put the book down and quietly moved to his knees, reaching up to grab the small throw blanket. He draped it delicately over John, tenderly running his fingers through the sandy hair and kissing him lightly on the forehead before leaving him to sleep. He could spend some time with Mummy and Alec to aid his waiting.
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Mycroft and Doctor Johnson arrived a half hour before lunch with the borrowed ultrasound machine in tow. John had risen to the sounds of activity outside and promptly had to soothe an irritated mate who was quite put out to learn that there was a process to these visits that did not include getting what he wanted first. John carefully explained, lunch first, then exam and ultrasound, then they could all sit down and discuss the other events he wanted to know about. Sherlock was still pouting when they all sat down to lunch. John encouraged him to enjoy his meal but otherwise ignored him as he began to eat and visit with the others.
Sherlock ate slowly and observed the others as they talked. Obviously Doctor Johnson had managed to earn the approval and respect of both his mother and Mycroft, not a requirement for his continued care of John but it certainly spoke well for the man. Everyone was relaxed and almost jovial…..almost like...a family, he thought. Even John and Mycroft chatted amicably without any of the tensions that had been present over the years. Sherlock thought of all the years when this house had only seemed cold and empty, all the times he was desperate to escape. An odd feeling suddenly struck him, they were like a family, a real family, a family centered around the luminous man he was privileged to call mate. Somehow John brought them together, made them better, warmer, and Sherlock found for the first time in a long time he was genuinely content. He picked up his fork and resumed eating with a bit more gusto than before and only smiled warmly when John glanced at him approvingly.
They were enjoying tea with slices of apple tart and whipped cream for dessert when Sherlock's ears perked up at a bit of conversation. John was teasing Mycroft of all people, "You did so scream. All the way down the stairs you screamed, you and Celeste both, don't go denying it when Doctor Johnson and Alec here can bear witness against you."
Mycroft looked briefly appalled then regained himself, sniffing slightly, "Well, I wouldn't precisely call it screaming. It isn't exactly everyday one finds out they are to be an uncle to twins. I would think a small slip in decorum might be allowed for that bit of news." Everyone at the table was laughing and talking about the day they found out about the twins, and the impromptu celebration held in the kitchen. Sherlock listened, taking it all in but he was becoming increasingly alarmed, he had almost forgotten the dream he chalked up to wishful thinking.
John suddenly became aware of that odd surge of feeling he knew did not belong to him again and had just turned to look at Sherlock when he blurted out, "It was real?!" Every head at the table turned to look Sherlock who just continued to splutter. "I...it was…..all of you ….and the twins….and the party…..it was in my head…..I thought it was a dream but….it actually happened?!" Sherlock saw the same confusion and concern on the faces around the table that he could feel coming from his mate. He tried to marshal his thoughts into some semblance of order with limited success. "How…...how, could I know what happened here...when I was in London? I mean these feelings…..emotions, that's one thing but dreaming a real event…..that's just not right. That's not normal!"
John placed his hand over Sherlock's cold shaky fingers but it was Doctor Johnson who spoke up. "Sherlock, calm down. I believe I can help. You say you dreamed about the night we are describing, or rather had what you thought was a dream but in fact seems to be a memory. Would you say that is a correct assessment?" Sherlock spared an uncertain glance at John before nodding. "And would I be right in assuming also that you have been experiencing certain emotions, impressions, or feelings that you yourself are not actively feeling at that given moment?" Sherlock's eyes had gotten wider as Doctor Johnson spoke and he nodded emphatically at the question. "And you John, have you been having dreams or feeling things unusually?"
John shrugged a bit before replying, "No, not dreams. Sometimes...sometimes it's almost that I know what Sherlock is thinking or at least how he is feeling, especially if it is intense."
Sherlock stared at John lowering his voice slightly to speak, "I...I thought it was just me. I was going to ask Doctor Johnson about it today." Out of the corner of his eye, Sherlock glimpsed his mother exchange a knowing look with Alec while Doctor Johnson sat back in his chair crossing his hands over his waist and smiling. "What?" he pointed to his mother then to the doctor, "What is that? That look…..why are you smiling?"
It was Celeste who answered, "Because Sherlock, what you are experiencing is perfectly normal for those bonded with their True Match. It means your bond with John is growing stronger and it's wonderful. Alec and I both shared that with our mates and reaching that level of closeness was like nothing you can imagine. Not yet anyway, it is only just beginning for you. I suppose that is why it's impossible to re-bond after your True Match, you simply can not replicate that bond. We are all very happy for you both."
Sherlock looked at John with what could only be described as a dumbstruck expression and John could only rub the back of his neck and shrug, smiling cautiously at his mate. Sherlock shook his head slightly, still not convinced as he addressed Doctor Johnson, "Alright, the emotions I can understand...perhaps, but dreaming an actual memory? I am a logical man and I don't understand!"
Doctor Johnson only gave Sherlock the benevolent comforting smile he always wore, "And I have tried to explain to you before Sherlock that bonding is not a logical occurrence. It is a natural one certainly, an organic function of your biology. You've already seen the proof for yourself, Sherlock. In a logical relationship, separation would not affect either partner as it did you and John. Your bond has been quick to repair and even strengthen in a short time." He could see Sherlock's growing irritation and forestalled his complaint by answering his question. "When there is a bond such as yours, strong and possibly enhanced by the pregnancy, it is possible for select memories to be shared. Especially if intense emotions are tied to them, either happiness, sadness, anger, or fear. That is not to say you can repeat it at will nor that you can read each other's minds, though there is anecdotal evidence of that happening with some couples."
Sherlock for once had no idea what to say. He stared at his mate, fully aware that he could sense the same type of confusion and wonder coming from John as he surely must be getting from him. He turned to Doctor Johnson, opening his mouth to speak before he realized he still had nothing to say. Without a word, he picked up his fork and returned to his dessert.
Across the table Mycroft snorted rather indelicately, apologizing immediately to the table at large, "My apologies everyone but surely that must be a first, Sherlock eating in lieu of speech."
It was rather humorous and a collective chuckle went around the table. That is until everyone was startled into silence when a dollop of whipped cream landed on Mycroft's cheek. His glacial stare narrowed on the couple across from him at the table. John had nearly buried his face in his dessert and was studiously ignoring him, and his mate. Sherlock however smiled his most saccharine sweet smile at his brother.
"My deepest apologies dear brother, my spoon seems to have slipped as I was eating."
That was apparently the limit to John's composure as he snorted loudly into his dish and began to laugh. Which prompted the others to slowly start joining in, fully committing once the cream slid off of Mycroft's cheek and plopped into his tea. Mycroft plucked his handkerchief from his pocket with all the grace he possessed and wiped his face clean. "Yes, brother dear, I can see how that must have happened. Apology accepted, of course." The laughter was calming to a few titters until Mycroft without batting an eye, picked up his spoon and stirred the cream into his tea and drank, the edges of his lips curling in a most discreet smile.
Sherlock could still see the smile however and was equally surprised by his big brother's good humor as he was the giddy laughter and warmth he felt from John. For the first time, in a very long time, a family was feeling like a wonderful thing to have. Sherlock found he was looking forward to becoming a father and sharing it with these people around him, with his family.
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Sherlock had pushed, pulled, and nearly carried John up the stairs after lunch was over, anxious to get to the exam. Both John and Doctor Johnson went about their business as usual despite Sherlock trying to help and only getting in the way. They looked at each other in equal degrees of fondness and exasperation as Sherlock asked exhaustive questions about every little thing, both men recognizing the Alpha's need to catch up. Once John was measured and examined to everyone's satisfaction, they moved on to the ultrasound. John lay on the bed and bared his abdomen while Sherlock sat beside him on the bed, waiting with all the impatience of a child on Christmas Eve. He was taking in every moment with such an intense focus that John knew he was committing these memories to his Mind Palace as they happened. The knowledge touched him deeply, making being able to share this with him that much more special. As the doctor applied the warmed gel to his belly, John reached out and took Sherlock's hand in his, "Just another moment now, love."
Sherlock smiled nervously at John and squeezed his hand before his attention was drawn again to the transducer now moving across his mate and then to the screen. He could only make out darkness and grey blobs for a minute as the probe found the right spot. His breathe literally caught in his throat when the blobs came into focus and took the form of a small child. A small living, moving, child that he and John had created. He glanced down seeing the transducer along John's right side. He glanced at John, who was carefully watching him instead of the screen at the moment. He had seen the children before but watching Sherlock see them for the first time was astounding.
"The boy, our son….that's our son, John." John couldn't speak around the lump in his throat but smiled brightly and nodded. Sherlock leaned forward, fingers cautiously reaching towards the screen and tracing the outlines of his son in the air. "Gabriel," he whispered, "this is Gabriel." He glanced at John with an incandescent smile and a watery gaze. And John knew Sherlock was right, this was their son, Gabriel. Alphas traditionally named their children, with the Omega having approval of course. However, the naming normally occurred after the birth, once the Alpha saw, touched, and scented his children. Trust Sherlock to operate beyond the norm. "Okay," he replied with an answering smile, "Yes, Gabriel." John was surprised by the choice that commonly held religious meaning but Sherlock was certain so he said nothing. Sherlock only squeezed his hand as he nodded in reply and returned his gaze to the screen. He watched carefully as Doctor Johnson measured and examined limbs and head, saw the heart beating rapidly, and smirked as he verified the sex once more. He watched proudly as Doctor Johnson dutifully typed in Gabriel Watson-Holmes at the top of the screen before printing out some pictures for them to keep. Only when the transducer was removed and the doctor began to clean the gel off of John did he release the breath he seemed to be holding. He cupped John's cheek with his free hand and leaned forward to kiss him soundly. "He's perfect John. Thank you."
John chuckled softly, "Well you're welcome but I did have a bit of help you know?" Sherlock chuckled himself as he conceded the point. "And we still have one to go even," smirked John. "If this is the gratitude I get for one perfectly beautiful child, whatever will I receive for two?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows briefly before letting out a low growl and diving in to kiss John thoroughly again, only stopping when they were panting for breath and the doctor cleared his throat meaningfully.
The gel was already applied and the transducer at the ready so Sherlock quickly sat back up still holding John's hand. Observing the transducer moving over John's left side now, he tried to prepare himself for the sight of his daughter. Turned out preparation was impossible as the effect of the images taking shape on the screen was exactly the same all over again and yet completely different. Sherlock was equally awestruck as he traced the long fingers and rounded cheek of his daughter and John waited breathlessly for another pronouncement. Sherlock seemed to take longer this time, studying his daughter carefully before giving a brief nod and whispering again. "Karise," he met John's gaze just as before, "This is Karise." John only squeezed his hand in response and nodded his agreement. They watched again as she was examined and measured and pronounced a girl once more. When Doctor Johnson went to type her name onto the screen there was some brief debate over a C versus a K but it was decided that a K was more unique as suited a Holmes child after all. John had rolled his eyes but Karise Watson-Holmes was duly typed in and more pictures printed.
Sherlock lay down next to John and put his head on the strong soldier, watching as the gel was cleaned off once again and his abdomen covered. He kissed John softly this time, "I can still hardly believe they are real John. That they are ours," he breathed against John's lips when he released them. It was John's turn to cup Sherlock's cheek replying in equal wonder, "I know," before returning the gentle kiss.
Doctor Johnson had been clearing his things and packing away the machine but cleared his throat to gain their attention again. "Well both of the babies are perfectly healthy and growing well. John has fully recovered from the problems from the withdrawal also. So, as far as I can see, if the two of you can control yourselves until we have dealt with the rest of our business," he looked meaningfully at each of them, "You then have my blessing to resume intercourse, with moderation of course, and perhaps some adjustments in positions for comfort." He chuckled as both men blushed hotly at his words, even as they thanked him. He left them alone for a few minutes to recover.
"Well," John finally offered, "that's certainly good news….about the children."
Sherlock nodded solemnly, "Mmm...yes. Yes it is. Though I have to admit, I was rather hoping for the other news as well." He looked sheepishly back at John.
John only smiled, "Me too love. It's been far too long." Before Sherlock could capture his lips again in what would surely be a kiss that got carried away, John stopped him. "Still we do have to discuss the rest of what you want to know. We need to get it out of the way. Would you like to go downstairs or would you actually feel safer just doing it in here? It is likely to upset the Alpha just as much or more than the other day so you decide."
Sherlock took John at his word and considered seriously before replying, "Here. If you won't feel too awkward sitting here on the bed with me while everyone else is present and we talk, then here will be best."
"I'll be fine," John replied. "So we'll just have tea served here in the room, shall we?" Sherlock nodded and when Doctor Johnson returned they informed him of their plan. John went down to inform Mycroft and Celeste while Sherlock helped Doctor Johnson reload the machine to take back. Soon tea was spread on the low table in their room and with John and Sherlock sitting propped up on pillows on the bed there were seats enough for everyone. For a time they just enjoyed their tea, commenting on the names for the children and asking about the rest of the checkup. John proclaimed they would not divulge the full names until after the children were born. The fact that they had not even decided on the rest of the names was beside the point.
Sherlock could sense that everyone was stalling the conversation so he took it upon himself to broach the subject. "So John has informed me that there were other attacks attributed to Moriarty, even here at the estate which I find highly unusual. So I would like to be filled in sooner rather than later so that we can put this behind us." Out of habit he looked directly at Mycroft only to be redirected with a nod to John. His brows furrowing in puzzlement.
John took a deep breath and began to tell Sherlock about the man who found his way onto the estate and sought to remove him from the premises. Sherlock was already growling low in his throat as John sought to soothe him. "You can imagine I was certainly not going to allow that to happen. He was a rookie, ill prepared and out of his league. I took him out with ease and made sure he suffered for it, he only managed to trip me once. No harm done." Sherlock did not remotely miss the look that passed between the other four people in the room but let John finish before he addressed the suspicious action. "The last I knew of the man was your brother came and took him into custody. And that is the only other attack on me or the children since I left you. I promise."
"Thank you John, I appreciate you telling me." Sherlock leaned over and kissed John's temple before addressing the others. "Now, the rest of you tell me what else happened. John hoped I did not notice him glossing over things, nor the look you all had a moment ago, but I did. I require the entire story, please." He wrapped his arm around John's shoulders and drew him closer, suspecting he would not be pleased with what he would hear.
Slowly the others began: Alec told of finding John, shaken but unharmed, and escorting him at a distance knowing something was wrong then summoning Celeste as soon as possible; Celeste told of John's severe reaction to the invasive attack on his safety by a strange Alpha. Trying to help and soothe him as obvious preterm labor started, and being grateful Doctor Johnson was on call and had made preparations. Sherlock had buried his nose in the hair at the back of John's neck and was inhaling deeply to keep the low growl from growing any louder, but it was a near thing. He could understand John wanting to gloss over the attack that, if not for Doctor Johnson's forethought, could possibly have cost him his unborn children or even John himself. Everyone was quiet, allowing him a few moments to reassure himself of John's continued presence and safety, along with the children. But finally Doctor Johnson picked up the tale with his arrival and monitoring John and the babies before returning to London thinking the worst was over. No one realized that the attack had exacerbated the symptoms John experienced from the separation and triggered the onset of the deep withdrawal that brought Sherlock back to his mate's side.
John knew what Sherlock was feeling, where his thoughts were and he nuzzled into his mate speaking softly, "But it's all over now Sherlock. You are here now, the babies and I are fine. It's all over and we can face whatever's next together. We're okay." Sherlock slowly raised his eyes to meet John's and placed his hand over the swell of his belly shaking his head. Sherlock could feel the agitation of the Alpha in the back of his mind.
"It's not over John. The children are not safely born and Moriarty is still out there. We can't stay here in hiding indefinitely and it will not be over until we can get rid of Moriarty and assure that the children and you will be safe from him forever." Sherlock shuddered remembering the threats Moriarty had made and held John closer. When he had calmed himself sufficiently, he turned swiftly on Mycroft.
"Where is this man who attacked John?"
Mycroft knew instinctively to tread carefully. "His life became forfeit as soon as he went against Moriarty's orders. He remains in custody, of course. It was not advisable to release him to share the news of John's location or pregnancy with his boss."
Sherlock nodded abruptly. "You will let me see him." It wasn't a request, it was an Alpha making a demand. Fortunately his demand had little effect on his brother.
"No, Sherlock."
Out of all of them, John alone knew how tightly coiled his Alpha was, yet even he was shocked when the loud growl beside him precipitated a near attack on Mycroft. Sherlock could be volatile enough without the biological drive of his Alpha.
Sherlock was off the bed and in his brother's face in an instant, snarling out his fury and frustration. Mycroft was the Head Alpha here and he would not yield to Sherlock's aggressive stance. He didn't even step back from his brother's approach, merely halting Sherlock with an outstretched palm on his chest and a much more threatening growl. None of the others moved or said a word, knowing not to risk provoking the two Alphas any further.
Sherlock eased off a fraction, catching the Head Alpha pheromones and forced his words through his own Alpha's rage. "You will deny me my right to retaliate for the attack on my mate?! The right to end the man's life, if I so choose, as he so nearly ended the lives of those I hold most dear. Surely even you can not fail to understand this, brother."
As unflappable as always, Mycroft responded, "I understand perfectly, Sherlock. However, we may in fact be able to use the man to gain an upper hand in our conflict with Moriarty." Sherlock was still inscensed, breathing heavily through his nose, but he backed away from his brother with a low rumbling growl and lowered his head. A sign that he would listen if nothing else and everyone in the room relaxed a fraction. "The young man is, as John pointed out, a rookie who made a mistake. Unfortunately, that makes him a pawn. As I said, his life is already forfeit. If we were to release him or enable his possible escape at a time of our choosing, we could use him to our advantage. Allow him to relay his information to Moriarty when we have our plans in place. Then we will have the advantage over him while he will think he has the advantage over us."
Sherlock turned to look at John, the two of them sharing a long look before John gave him a slight nod. "I think it's time."
Sherlock nodded as well, then turned back to Mycroft. "You are correct as always brother. It is time to end this with Moriarty so my children can be delivered into a safer world. We should expedite plans as soon as possible. But I tell you now brother, if Moriarty does not kill the messenger as it were, then I will take the greatest of pleasures in doing so with my bare hands."
"I never doubted it for a moment, brother dear. It is rather late today and Doctor Johnson and I have to get back to London tonight after dinner. Shall we agree to an in depth planning session next weekend? I will arrange for Lestrade to be here as well as we should include him in these plans, I think. We can put everything we need into place and then position ourselves for the final gambit."
Sherlock and Mycroft looked around the room receiving nods all around. Sherlock finally looked at John, "It's time to go home John."
John swallowed nervously before the soldier accepted what would need to happen next and gave his nod as well. Once the plans were in place, they were going back to Baker Street.
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Lestrade was escorting his latest arrest in for booking and more tedious paperwork. The man was strung out on drugs and would need monitoring or medical observation once they got him booked in, but he was safely cuffed for the time being. Greg realized he would have to wait until the man was more lucid to actually question him. Just one of the more aggravating aspects of the job.
"Sir?" He looked up, hearing Donovan's voice, surprised that she sounded a bit nervous actually. "You… uhm, have a visitor sir. Might be important. I did tell him you were just coming in with an arrest." She stepped back so that Lestrade could clearly see the well-dressed man, apparently waiting for him. His hand was propped oh so elegantly on his ever present umbrella as he stood in the squad room, and Lestrade could not stop the sharp jolt of pleasure at seeing the Alpha again. Mycroft Holmes was totally out of place in the noisy cesspool of his workplace, but you would never know it by looking at him. He seemed at ease no matter what situation he found himself in and Lestrade liked that about the man. A sudden thought of the other things he liked about the man caused a faint blush on his cheeks before he could look away and clear his throat gruffly.
"If you'll let him know I will be a couple of minutes here, please"
"Yes sir, will do." Donovan turned to relay the message. The criminal proved to be more alert and attentive than the officers thought and took advantage of the momentary distraction to make a panicked run for it. He shoved into Lestrade forcefully with his shoulder, effectively delivering the DI's head a glancing blow against a support column before he caught himself over the corner of a desk. The man was high on adrenaline and drugs, running without any plan as he made for the stairs in a rush, shouldering people out of the way violently. Despite being instantly pursued, he was convinced he was making head way, when he suddenly found himself face down on the floor. Apparently tripped by the hook of an umbrella catching his ankle. Not realizing the trip had been intentional, he scrambled to get up and keep running only to have the air knocked from his lungs as he was forced back to the floor by a well placed heel between his shoulder blades. He gasp for air, struggling to free himself until he heard a low, dangerous snarl aimed at him and found himself looking up into the face of an irate Alpha from the corner of his eye.
"That was for the Inspector. I would advise you to stay down now, if you know what is good for you. Although, you did just attempt to break out of New Scotland Yard. On second thought please get up, I rather fancy stopping you again." Mycroft glared sharply at the man who had shoved Gregory and flexed his fist menacingly. He was fighting the urge to snap the foolish man's neck in retaliation. Mycroft found the instinctual behavior only surprised him for a fraction of a second, the Alpha already confident in its chosen mate and ready to defend the same.
The man was smart enough not to move. The Yarders, hot on his heels, found him lying in the floor breathing raggedly. He kept shooting wary glances at the elegant man with an umbrella, now standing innocuously beside him scrolling through his mobile. Lestrade, arriving with his men, assessed the situation quickly. He cocked his head to look at Mycroft and received a slightly raised eyebrow in return as the mobile returned to the suit's inner pocket.
He pulled the man up from the floor and handed him over to two officers. "Get Houdini here back to booking, add assaulting an officer and resisting arrest to his charge sheet." Finished with instructing his men, he addressed the criminal, "That should buy you an extra few days in nick, mate, so we'll have plenty of time to go over those questions that need answering. Be seeing you." The man only glared at Lestrade and surprisingly at Mycroft as well. Once he had been taken away, Greg turned to the man now at his side. "I don't know what happened, but somehow I suspect I have you to thank for him not getting any further or causing more harm. So, thank you."
Mycroft shrugged, "I merely happened to be an effective roadblock. It was my pleasure Gregory." Mycroft's eyes were drawn to the abrasion now bleeding across Lestrade's temple and he couldn't seem to stop himself from reaching up to carefully brush the short strands of silver hair away from it. "You are injured Gregory. We should see about that." He couldn't help but notice that the Omega allowed the touch without protest and found he was encouraged by that.
Greg couldn't stop the slight hitch in his breath at Mycroft's gentle touch. He felt a strong desire to prolong the touch, to lean into the fingers touching his skin, to step closer and allow their scents to blend. He mentally shook himself, covering his response by stepping back slightly and brushing his fingers across the cut, wincing as he did. "Yeah, not too bad, but I guess I should put something on it. If you want to come with me, I have a small med-kit in my office. You did actually come to see me about something, didn't you?"
"Oh… yes, indeed I did." Mycroft stumbled over his reply realizing he had been completely distracted by the desire to defend and care for the Inspector. "I shall accompany you to discuss my needs further." It took all of five seconds for him to register the small innuendo and start to mentally berate himself for such a juvenile slip. How was he ever supposed to court the Inspector properly with such inappropriate behavior?
Greg had turned to lead the way back to his office but he stopped at Mycroft's comment. Turning back slightly, he gave a little huff of laughter as he responded, "Yeah? Well you know I am always willing to help you with your… needs," one eyebrow tilted suggestively, "in any way I can."
Greg was rewarded with the sight of the straight-laced official blushing demurely at his words before he quickly turned forward again to hide his own sudden flush. What in the world was he thinking? Did he actually just flirt with Mycroft Holmes? He had not had these responses to an Alpha in so long, but he was going to have to get this under control. He couldn't just say things like that to the Alpha… could he? He was surprised he had not been chastised already by the man still walking quietly behind him.
Mycroft could hardly believe that Gregory had teased him rather than being affronted by his verbal slip. Nor did he think that the Omega could imagine what the flirtatious comment was doing to the Alpha. The light blush staining his cheeks was the least of his worries as the Alpha ran away with the thought of the Omega servicing any and all of his needs. Mycroft found himself struggling to retain control of his body as his cock twitched in response to the mental onslaught. Following the Inspector down the hall and being treated to an uninterrupted view of the man's firm ass shifting invitingly as he walked did nothing to help his problem. He moved his briefcase in front of his body discreetly and tried to focus his mind on what he came here for.
Once they reached the office and closed the door behind them, Mycroft gladly took the offered chair as Gregory got out his kit and proceeded to clean up his scrape as they talked. "I did get your note thanking me for my help after that last conference." Greg cut his eyes up to Mycroft who merely nodded to indicate his understanding. The Detective Inspector took the cue to remain cautious as they spoke in case of unwanted listeners. "It was completely unnecessary as I was happy to be of help to the government," he raised his hand to halt the protest forming on Mycroft's lips, "however, I did appreciate the gesture. Thank you." Mycroft gave him a slight smile with a small nod, accepting the thanks. "So what can I do for you this time Mister Holmes?"
The memory of how much he enjoyed hearing his given name on Gregory's lips when they last met made Mycroft momentarily regret hearing his formal name, but this was an official visit after all. "I am currently engaged in some rather specific negotiations, Inspector. An intensive strategy is finally coming to fruition and I find that your particular expertise could be invaluable in finalizing the arrangements." Gregory looked at him for only a moment, raising his eyebrows in silent question. At Mycroft's subtle nod in reply, he blinked then gave a sharp nod as he gestured for him to continue. Mycroft was briefly amazed that the Detective Inspector had followed his covert implication and understood what this had to do with without asking dangerous direct questions. Obviously much more to this Omega than one would suppose. "I will require your presence at a session this weekend to give your input. I realize it is your weekend off with your family but the matter is quite urgent." Mycroft pulled a sealed manila envelope out of his briefcase and slid it across the desk to Lestrade. "I have inclosed details for your perusal and if you agree you can simply text me your agreement before the weekend. As it is Monday now, you have a couple of days to look this over before you respond. It goes without saying how very much I will personally appreciate your help with this Inspector."
Greg took the envelope without opening it, "Alright. I'll let you know as soon as I can."
Mycroft only nodded again, "Very good, Inspector. I shall look forward to hearing from you. And as that is all the business I have to discuss with you, I shall leave you to your work." Mycroft rose from his seat still holding his briefcase carefully. "I fear I have taken up far too much of your time already."
Gregory had risen as Mycroft did and came around his desk to show the man out. It was only as he reached to shake his hand that the scent hit his nose. His nostrils suddenly flared and he breathed deeply, the same scent that had driven him mad when he slept in Mycroft's bed. Alpha, this particular Alpha in fact, and he was… . His eyes widened in shock, glancing down at the briefcase before meeting Mycroft's petrified expression. He was aroused, the scent plain as day to the Omega. Greg could do nothing but stare helplessly as his own body responded with a rush of pheromones for the Alpha.
Mycroft realized too late what had made Gregory go quiet all of a sudden. He was mentally scrambling, trying to think of a way to make a reasonable escape without offending the Omega further. He was still frozen in place when Greg looked at him, his wide eyes making the dilating pupils even more prominent. The pheromones hit him a moment later and he could not suppress the low rumble of his Alpha's appreciation. The Alpha was on the verge of pressing the Omega against any nearby surface to scent him more fully when the office door opened. Both men sprang apart as if on fire, nostrils flaring, and eyes wide.
"Got a call, sir. Apparent homicide in Bletchley Park." Donovan didn't notice anything amiss as her boss turned sharply to grab his things and the government official slipped out behind her without another word.
Mycroft waited until he was safely ensconced in his black sedan before pulling out a handkerchief to wipe his damp brow. He could not understand what was wrong with him; he never had this kind of problem. He had always been able to control any impulses his Alpha had. He considered, however, that perhaps his Alpha had never been faced with such temptation before either. An Omega he actually wanted as opposed to a faint passing interest. At the moment, all he could think was that he was failing spectacularly at initiating a proper courtship. He wondered if Gregory would still come after that; they did still need his input for planning. He could only shake his head, dismayed by his actions and hope that he would still hear from the Inspector.
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Sunday had been tense and tiring with talk about the upcoming plans, leaving the couple feeling less than amorous. On Monday morning John insisted they stop talking about it because they could do nothing until the following weekend anyway. Sherlock grudgingly agreed, sensing his mate's agitation and wishing to keep him as calm as possible after hearing about the previous bout of pre-term labor. So they headed down to breakfast determined to relax and enjoy this time together secluded from the frantic pace of London as well as the threat of Moriarty. They were a little surprised when Celeste announced that she and Alec would be leaving for much of the week, but would be back by week's end.
"Alec has to oversee the winter preparations of the estate in Scotland before the season is upon us so we will be there for much of the week." Celeste explained readily. "Unless you need me to stay here of course. I don't want you boys to feel abandoned."
Sherlock could already sense the direction his mate's thoughts were heading and smiled softly as he answered his mother. "That won't be necessary Mother. I believe some time alone may be just what John and I need at the moment." John smiled as well and tried to hide the faint blush on his cheeks.
Celeste merely looked briefly at both of them before making a noncommittal noise in her throat that sounded very much like Alec. "Yes. Perhaps you are correct, my dear." The gentle teasing was evident in her voice but she left it there and they finished breakfast in peace.
They spent their morning as usual, exercising with Alec, a stroll on the grounds until they got chilled, then back to the library for tea and reading. Lunch was shared with Alec and Celeste before seeing them off on their journey. John and Sherlock stood arm in arm on the front steps watching the SUV drive away. It seemed to take a while for it to register that they were actually alone on the estate except for the staff and security. John finally turned to his mate, "Well… what shall we do now, love?"
Sherlock pulled him closer as he turned them both and headed into the house. "Well, I thought perhaps we could go upstairs so you can have a nap. Then when you wake up I get to spend all night pampering the mother of my children as he deserves." John rolled his eyes at being called mother again, but couldn't stop the Omega's purr of pleasure at the night his Alpha described.
"And what exactly will you be doing while I am having this nap, hmm?"
Sherlock smiled and winked, "Why, I have to speak to the staff of course. I have pampering to arrange." John just laughed happily as he was escorted to their room. Once there Sherlock turned down the bed while John changed. "I'll lay down with you until you fall asleep, if that's alright. You know I can't get enough of feeling you full with our children." The sincerity of the words warmed John from head to toe and he reached up to cup Sherlock's cheek before giving him a soft, lingering kiss.
"Yes, I know. And of course it's fine, I rest so much better with you beside me." John slid into bed and was soon drifting off, wrapped in the arms of his mate.
He awoke to tea laid out on the small table in front of the fireplace, a fire crackling warmly as the autumn weather was turning colder outside, and Sherlock occupied with a book as he waited in a chair by the fire. "Hello, gorgeous."
Sherlock smiled as he put away his book, "Hello yourself, sleepyhead." He made his way over and offered his hand as John eased his way out of bed. "Come along and have your tea, I've been listening to the children complain for the last half hour." John just laughed, walking over to take his own chair while Sherlock poured their tea.
"So do I get to know what our plans are for the evening? Or is it a secret?" John smirked, teasing his mate though he did want to know the answer.
Sherlock didn't even bat an eye at the tease, "Certainly not a secret, John. I have planned at least seven different variations of our evening. Each of them include pleasuring my mate in every way imaginable until you can not even leave the bed tomorrow. I will, of course, be forced to repeat the process at that time as well." Sherlock passed over John's tea, chuckling at the mixture of surprise and desire he saw on his mate's face at his words. He leaned forward, kissing tenderly over the temple before letting his sinful voice caress John's ear, "No pressure, however, lets consider my plans… flexible." He gave a slow lick to the curve of John's ear and enjoyed the shuddering exhale of his partner before pulling away, turning to take his own seat and tea.
John knew it had been a long time for them but he was half hard just hearing that his mate had plans in mind. He met the knowing gaze as he sipped his tea, realizing Sherlock knew exactly what he was doing. He could also tell that there truly was no rush, they had all week to their selves and he resigned himself to the slow burn starting in his groin. John reached for a plate and helped himself to finger sandwiches and nibbles before leaning back in the chair and promptly changed the subject. "You know there is one thing we haven't discussed at all." Sherlock was filling his own plate and merely cocked an eyebrow in question. "We haven't really talked about preparations for the babies. You know, the flat, where they will sleep, cribs, clothes, blankets, bassinets, childproofing." The thought of the scope of childproofing suddenly struck John with razor sharp worry. "Christ, Sherlock! What about safety? Chemicals and body parts and…" he trailed off feeling a bit panicked. They weren't ready for this; they should have thought it through better. How were they going to fit babies in with their life? They wouldn't even be ready in time. The implications and accidents alone that were possible in their flat flooded John's imagination.
Sherlock sensed John's surging panic immediately, aware that he was working up to a full blown attack. He quickly slid to his knees in front of John, setting his plate aside and taking both hands in his before speaking. "It's alright John. We will manage, we'll make it work. We can start talking about ideas now and we have lots of friends and family who will help us. Despite getting a late start doesn't mean we won't be ready or won't be good parents when the time comes. We're both intelligent men, we can handle our two offspring as long as we're together. Calm down for me and we will start anywhere you like. Alright?"
John nodded with a shaky smile, gripping Sherlock's hands in his own as he took some deep breaths to calm the sudden panic. He knew Sherlock was right. After a few minutes, he raised each hand to his lips kissing over pale knuckles before leaning forward to capture soft lips in a grateful kiss. He sat back giving Sherlock a nod, "It's okay, I'm alright now."
Neither of them were used to sensing the other yet but Sherlock had followed the ebb and flow of John's emotions as he calmed. He smiled up at John with a cheeky wink, "I know."
John gave a small chuckle as he shooed Sherlock back to his tea. He realized he had actually avoided this conversation for a specific reason and he felt a bit guilty about that. "We really do have to start somewhere. But I have to confess, I've been afraid to make too many plans. With Moriarty still out there, I've been afraid to make preparations only to have something happen. That seems to be one fear I've found impossible to conquer. After losing… " he trailed off, temporarily overwhelmed with thoughts of the child they lost, "Well, after that I've been afraid of letting my hopes get away from me, you know?"
Sherlock hated that John had to feel this way but he did understand it completely after all that had happened. The Alpha was urging him to calm this fear, to reassure his mate. Sherlock stared long and hard at John, gathering his thoughts before proceeding. So much had happened between them in such a short time, even he could have never deduced the strength and power of the bond between them now. He leaned forward in his chair speaking with a firm conviction John could feel even before the words reached him. "I will not let anything happen John, to you or our children. We will make our plans and they will work, we have the advantage now." John could sense Sherlock's absolute certainty in what he said, even as he struggled to reassure him of the same. "We will take care of Moriarty once and for all, well before the children are due. Then we will be safe, John!" He bestowed one of his brilliant, genuine smiles on his mate as he envisioned the future they would have together when this was all over. "We can make all the arrangements and adjustments you can dream of, and we will do it all in peace and happiness. I promise you that our children will not be born under the threat of that man." The Alpha was making his feelings quite clear as well. John could feel his rumbling growl vibrating through him, sealing the commitment to their family and the Omega preened as Sherlock continued. "He will suffer for ever thinking he could threaten us, threaten our family. We are more than he is even capable of imagining, more than he has ever known himself, and stronger than he will ever know until it is too late. We will be free of him, John. Never doubt that for a moment."
John could feel the intense emotions surging between them, the bond of family growing stronger every moment they were together. And just like that his fear began to crumble, replaced with the same passion and conviction his mate shared. The Omega and the soldier, the Alpha and the genius, no longer separate entities, they were a unit bound together as one. John meet Sherlock's fierce gaze and knew he felt it too. With a nod of acceptance he returned quietly to his tea for the time being, letting the flowing emotion and their sense of each other do all the communicating they required for the moment.
They had nearly finished the tea before they began to sketch out some loose plans for getting the flat ready for children. John was soon searching for a notebook to keep track of ideas but Sherlock waved that off, certain he would retain everything in his Mind Palace. John only laughed and searched until he found one of his small notebooks. He reminded Sherlock that the improvements in their bond did not allow him access to the Mind Palace. And Sherlock chuckled in return, acknowledging the truth of that. They had spent the better part of two hours talking over ideas when Sherlock noticed John rolling his head from side to side and rubbing at his neck and shoulders. It was a well known fact that John tended to carry tension there, even hours after the stress that caused it, but Sherlock knew just what to do to help him with that. Time to move on to some of his plans for the evening. Rising to his feet he offered John his hand, "Come with me, love. Let me help you."
John put down his notebook and took the offered hand, receiving a warm kiss when he stood, before being led into the bathroom. Sherlock started the water in the large tub and added some bath salts. The soothing combination of chamomile and lavender, with a hint of lemon and eucalyptus reached John's nose as he found himself wrapped in Sherlock's arms again. Sherlock took his time, kissing John deeply without pushing for anything more. He let his hands roam up and over the strong back and shoulders before sliding down John's sides, over his hips and around to cup the firm ass in his hands, kneading gently into the muscles there. John moaned softly into the kiss and pressed himself more tightly to his mate. Sherlock gave a quiet growl at the sensation and nipped John's lower lip as he pulled away. With a smirk, he slid his hands under John's t-shirt, pushing it up until John raised his arms and let him slide it off. Then he reached for the pajama bottoms John had slept in, pushing them and his pants down at once. He knelt for John to step out, feeling the hand on his own shoulder to balance his pregnant mate. He couldn't resist a kiss to the rounded belly before him when John stood naked, nor giving the half hard cock of his mate a long swipe with his tongue, noting the twitch and swell of said cock in response as well as the soft gasp from above. He did not linger, however, rising to kiss John tenderly before speaking, "Your bath is ready."
John blinked briefly at the change of gears, before allowing Sherlock to help him into the tub. The pleasure as he sank into the hot water more than made up for the delayed foreplay and he groaned appreciatively. Sherlock encouraged him to lie back and close his eyes, "Just relax, I will join you shortly." John happily complied listening absently to see if he could deduce what Sherlock was doing. He heard him go back into the bedroom and the rustling of cloth of some kind. Then a soft click and classical music began to float quietly through the air. In another moment or two Sherlock was back in the bathroom, the sound and smell of a match being struck unmistakable. John was puzzled when the bright lights went out but when a softer light replaced it and more of the soothing scents hit his nose he realized there were candles. John smiled to himself. Sherlock was more than capable of being romantic when he chose, but it had been a very long time since he had done something like this for John, even back before their anniversary. He hummed happily and kept his eyes closed, still listening to the sounds Sherlock made. He had been silent as he did all of these things but John could feel his contentment, his happiness, and the spark of his arousal as well. While he kept his eyes closed, John's other senses became more attuned to his mate. He heard the nearly silent brush of cloth and the delicate pop of a button slipping it's hole and knew that Sherlock was undressing. It dawned on John that he was spread out naked in the water and his mate was watching him hungrily as he undressed, he could almost feel Sherlock's heated gaze moving over his bare, wet skin and felt arousal curling in his gut once more. He heard the swish of silken fabric as the shirt slid from Sherlock's shoulders, and though he did not peek, seeing the pale chest and pink nipples in his mind's eye was more than arousing enough. John's mouth opened slightly and his breath puffed out between his lips as he listened and heard another button and the zip of trousers being undone. The sound of heavier material slipping down long, pale legs; the mental image of perfectly rounded cheeks bent over as socks were removed as well, caused a low moan John did not even try to prevent from escaping. He was well on his way to being hard and Sherlock hadn't even gotten in the bath with him yet.
The soft touch of Sherlock's hand on John's sensitized skin was almost electrifying. "Raise up, let me get behind you." The rich baritone, husky with arousal caressed John's cheek before another small kiss was placed there. John did as he was asked but still didn't open his eyes, enjoying the sensations without the benefit of his sight instead. He was not surprised to be pulled back against his mate and feel proof of his arousal as well. John gave another appreciative hum and rubbed against Sherlock, eliciting a groan from him as well before hands on his hips stilled his movements. "Patience love. We have all the time in the world. Let me help with those tense muscles." A firm kiss over their bond mark made John shudder as Sherlock wordlessly soaped up his hands to ease his way over muscle as he began to massage the tightness away from John's neck and shoulders. John groaned and let his head fall forward as Sherlock worked.
When the last knot was gone and John was practically boneless, Sherlock pulled him back against his chest, resting the sandy head against his shoulder and leaning forward to claim welcoming lips for a possessive kiss. Long fingers brushed over pectorals swollen slightly with pregnancy and down over tight nipples that proved to be even more sensitive now. John gasped, pulling away from the kiss as Sherlock rubbed calloused thumbs over his nipples, his back arched and his chest pushed into Sherlock's hands as he pinched them between thumb and forefinger. Sherlock trailed kisses along the firm jawline, scruffy with afternoon stubble, until he reached that one spot just under John's ear. He kissed the spot he knew John loved before licking over it with flat of his tongue. He continued to torment the sensitive nipples as he settled down to suck his mark over the tender spot while John moaned.
John let his hands drift up and down the legs spread on either side of him, unable to do little else but surrender to the sensations Sherlock was causing. He had no idea if it was the pregnancy or the length of time since they had last pleasured each other, he only knew that every touch whether lips or hands was setting him on fire. Though he couldn't very well see it for the belly in the way, his cock was hard and bobbing merrily in the water as his hips rocked unconsciously against Sherlock. When Sherlock released his neck and leaned forward slightly to kiss along John's collarbone and shoulder, he let his hands trail down over the distended belly until he could wrap his long fingers around the waiting length. John cried out at the touch, his hands gripping Sherlock's thighs as he bucked into the fist holding him firmly. Sherlock merely hummed against John's neck as he stroked him languidly. "I might like to keep you pregnant if you are always going to be so responsive. I bet I could bring you off right now." He trailed his free hand back up to one swollen nipple, rubbing and plucking the tight nub as he continued the ministrations of his other hand below the water. "Just like this, John." He whispered hotly against John's throat as he increased the stroke of his hand. John couldn't stop the needy whine that escaped his lips, hardly believing how quickly he had been brought to the edge. He tried to stave off his climax, refusing to come in the bath he was sitting in if at all possible. He forced out a breathy question to distract his mate, "I-I thought we were having a bath? Won't this defeat the purpose?" Sherlock chuckled darkly against his ear and John felt his balls tighten, "Not a bath, love. Merely helping you relax. However, if it is a concern, I can certainly accommodate my mate." He eased his hand off John's swollen cock with an unhappy groan from the same. Hot breath brushed across his damp skin in a husky command, "Let me help you up." Strong hands supported John as he got to his knees in the tub and then stood following the prompt of his partner.
Sherlock bit his lower lip hard to prevent a moan at the sight of the water sluicing off of John's firm buttocks as he rose from the water. He was determined to make this first time together again last even if he had to fight the Alpha every step of the way. Rising to his own knees in the tub, he motioned John to the small ledge that curved around the back of the garden tub. Once he was sitting on the ledge, leaning back against the wall, Sherlock met the heated gaze of John's eyes, noting the fully dilated pupils. He urged him to spread his legs further with hands on his thighs, making more room for himself. Still staring into John's eyes he reached forward and took him in hand once more, stroking lightly at first while his other hand palmed his scrotum gently. John panted, watching Sherlock between his thighs, knowing he couldn't last long now. Then with a cheeky wink, Sherlock lowered his head and slowly swallowed John's length down before he began to suck gently and move up and down the swollen shaft. John's sharp gasp of surprise melted into a low moan of pleasure. The position he was in kept him from thrusting too deeply into Sherlock's mouth but his mate made up for it when the fingers caressing his balls moved across his perineum to press against his entrance, circling the ring of muscles firmly as he sucked harder. John wanted to last longer, but with fingers tight against his asshole and his cock buried down Sherlock's throat, a forceful suck and a swallow around his length was all it took for him to scream as his climax hit and he spilled down his mate's throat.
John didn't even try to move as the aftershocks passed through him; he wasn't even sure if he was able. Sherlock had swallowed every last drop and gently sucked him clean before he rose to his feet before John. The Alpha's cock was erect and bobbing proudly in front of his mate. Even in his post-orgasmic haze, John's mouth watered at the sight and he stretched his hand forward preparing to return the favor. He was stopped when Sherlock grasped his hand and linked their fingers together. He was puzzled and looked to his mate for an answer though he was well aware of the fiery arousal still simmering between them.
"That was the appetizer, love. Lets go see what we can do about the main course." Sherlock tugged gently on John's hand bringing him to his feet. There was really only one thing left to say.
"Oh God, yes!"
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am so very sorry to take so long on this chapter my friends. I appreciate those who continue to stick with me and all of your patience. The end is in sight and we will all get there as soon as I can manage it! ;) :-D Real life stress and the holidays just put a crimp in everything I've been trying to get done. Thank you, THANK YOU always to Spades for keeping me in line and going so very often! She can be a Fabulous taskmaster as well as a terrific beta! :) I hope you all enjoy this and let me hear from you guys! Even if you only fuss at me for taking too long. ;) HAHAHAHAHAHA! Sincerely, Cynthia