John followed Sherlock eagerly back into the bedroom, their fingers still linked. He was not surprised when they stopped beside the bed and he found himself pressed against his mate as closely as they could manage. Lips and tongues clashed once more, hands roamed possessively over still-damp bodies and into curls and short hair alike.
Sherlock had been doing so well controlling the Alpha, intent on making love to John as never before. He wanted to worship his mate's body as he deserved, to slowly drive him insane with the pleasures of his devoted attention. But John's increased responsiveness and the time since they had been together was driving their mutual passion to a degree he had not faced before. The Alpha was growling low in his throat and rutting against his Omega already. Sherlock broke their heated kiss with a gasp. "John! I want….wanted to take our time." He snarled in frustration as even his words proved difficult to get out. "I need….need….," he trailed off with a growl and ground himself hard against John's hip.
And John, perpetual in his understanding, knew just what his mate needed. The Omega was clamouring for his Alpha, just as the Alpha was writhing beneath Sherlock's control trying to take action. Without another word, John climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees. He slowly crawled towards the center of the bed, letting his hips sway seductively, clearly displaying his ass for his mate. Widening his knees for support, he slowly lowered his chest to the bed and saw Sherlock's eyes focus on his eagerly twitching hole. Clearly offering himself to his mate in the most traditional of ways, he presented himself for Sherlock and waited.
Sherlock was panting by the time John was in position, his eyes glued to his mate as he slowly took his place behind him on the bed. He had not been so affected by his Omega presenting since the night they bonded. But now he could see, not only the luscious curve of ass and the swelling cock of his mate, but also the swollen curve of the belly filled with his children, plainly put on display for him. The Alpha roared out his pride as he pressed against his Omega suddenly, bringing a needy whine from his mate as well. He wanted to touch and taste and do everything all at once. Only the pleading breath of 'Please, Sherlock' allowed him to focus. He allowed himself to indulge, bending to press his tongue and lick across the swollen pucker as he reached for the lube tucked under his pillow. The Omega bucked and cried out beneath him; the pregnancy had apparently made everything more sensitive. He pushed his own leaking cock down to rub alongside that of his mate, while he pressed them close together and pushed the first lubed finger into the tight ring of muscle.
John could not believe how everything felt, even his heat was not like this. His skin felt electrified, attuned to even the lightest touch of his mate. He was as desperate for more of his tongue in his ass as he was for his cock. He hissed and pressed himself into the first finger as it stretched him. He knew it had been months and they didn't have the advantage of the self lubrication of a heat, but he didn't know how long he could wait for his Alpha to claim his rightful place once again. He was actively rocking into the thrusting fingers by the time the second one entered him and moaning loudly when the slight burn of the third and fourth stretched him wide for his Alpha. Sherlock's free hand rubbed steadily over any bit of John he could reach as he prepared him; hips, buttocks, thighs, and back. Every touch resonated across John's skin and he was not entirely sure he wouldn't come again before Sherlock actually fucked him. But then the hands left him as Sherlock repositioned himself and the blunt head of his Alpha's cock rubbed against his waiting hole. 'Finally!' John thought to himself.
Sherlock still fought the Alpha desperately, if not to last longer in bed, at least to be more gentle with John because of the pregnancy. Even with Doctor Johnson's assurances, he was a bit paranoid about hurting the babies, or John for that matter. He took an inordinate amount of care stretching John, even though he could sense and feel how wound up he was becoming. Stroking their cocks together was supposed to be a means of distracting them both during this process but it really did nothing but make the need that much worse. When he could take it no more, he pulled back and positioned himself to finally claim his mate. As he rubbed the weeping head of his cock against the sensitive rim, only his own formidable force of will kept him from thrusting deep into John at once. He held firm around the base of his cock and pressed forward until the head was swallowed by the greedy hole. Then he slowly fucked in and out, teasing the numerous nerve endings around the sphincter with the constant movement of the swollen head across them. He was trying his best to take a bit of time to be careful with his pregnant mate until said mate had had enough and took control himself.
John was going mad with the tease of his mate's cock, as pleasurable as it was, he wanted Sherlock inside of him. He needed him inside of him again, at last. The long months of loneliness fueled his frustration until he had taken all he could. The next time Sherlock pressed forward, John snarled loudly and pushed back hard against his mate, sheathing himself on the hard cock down to where a hand still held. When Sherlock did nothing for a moment, John rocked forward and pushed back even harder, sinking fully until his ass met groin and the hand finally moved coming to rest on one hip. Still Sherlock did not move. John clamped his muscles tight around his Alpha's cock until he heard a satisfying groan escape his mate. "I swear if you don't start moving, I may forget how I got pregnant in the first place." John rolled his eyes as Sherlock began to carefully pull back and determined he would have to take what he wanted. John snarled loudly again as he began to fuck himself on his mate's cock. "Give it to me dammit! I want you to fuck me, not tease me to death."
Sherlock had been startled at first by John's actions, his aggressiveness. According to everything he had read, Omega's normally became more needy and submissive to their Alpha's during pregnancy. And John had seemed to fit the mold so far, letting him care for him as an Alpha properly should since they had awakened back together. Somehow he had expected John to wait for him or want to be careful because of the babies too. It honestly took him a moment of deducing, assessing, and dealing with the Alpha before he faced the truth of the matter. John had never been a 'typical' Omega and if pregnancy had changed that in anyway, it was to make him even less typical. Once Sherlock had come to terms with this the Alpha was more than ready to play ball according to his Omega's wishes. His hands gripped the steadily moving hips, stilling them as he pulled out all the way. There was a desperate whine from his Omega and a small smile curved the corner of his mouth just before he shoved deep into his mate all at once. John gasped out loud at the sensation but he didn't even wait. He pulled out again and began to fuck his Omega steadily in long deep thrusts, pulling John's hips back firmly to meet each stroke. Per his mate's instructions, he 'Gave it to him, dammit'.
"Yes!" John cried out with the first deep thrust. "More, Sherlock! Harder!" Sherlock could only smirk as he complied with his demanding mate. He found that having Captain Watson ordering him about in bed was just as stimulating as having his needy Omega begging. He tightened his grip on the hips before him, hearing his mate groan loudly as each stroke filled him anew. John never realized just how much he missed this, the sensations at once familiar and new. He raised up fully onto his hands and knees for even more leverage to fuck himself onto the thick cock in his ass, even as Sherlock increased his own speed and force. "Fuck yeah… just like that!"
Sherlock was struggling to hold on a bit longer, to last long enough to bring John off once more as well, before he allowed himself to spill within his mate. The changes in their bond were making it a challenge however, from the moment they were fully joined Sherlock had become increasingly aware of John's emotions. Intense bursts of passion, arousal, and a love so fierce it threatened to engulf the heart that bore it, washed over Sherlock in wave after wave. Their physical connection making visceral those things always assumed but seldom said between them. This was so much more profound than the tentative telepathic awareness they had been experiencing. This was absolute knowledge and certainty each of the other, Sherlock not even being aware that he was feeding the same things back to John as their lovemaking continued. A constant loop of thought and emotion reinforcing and tightening the bond between the mates until not one tiny thread of uncertainty remained that could ever be unraveled. Following instincts he no longer questioned, Sherlock knew they would both finish soon. He reached his right hand forward and wrapped his fingers in the coarse hair of his mate, tugging until he brought John to his knees and resting against his thighs as he thrust sharply up into him, his free hand wrapping around the broad chest to hold him close. He closed his eyes as he rested his temple against the sandy hair, letting his hand drift down to circle John's throat. He could only repeat John's name against their bond mark in soft wonder as he felt the crest of orgasm overtaking them both and he gently bit over the scarred mark.
John would never be able to explain what was happening in any coherent manner. From the simple and fierce need to fuck his mate to… this. He leaned back against Sherlock, his hands clutching rhythmically at the thrusting hips and thighs beneath him. He panted and moaned through his open mouth as the overwhelming sensations robbed him of speech, while each new movement sent him closer to the edge. He had never in his life felt so raw and exposed to another human being and yet he welcomed it freely. Doubts and fears he once hid melted away in the blinding clarity of Sherlock's silent declaration, reverberating through his body and soul. The orgasm they reached together was blinding, leaving them sated and clinging to each other with unacknowledged tears wetting their faces.
There was no knot to worry about since this wasn't a heat, yet Sherlock could not bear to separate himself from John. They maneuvered themselves onto their sides in the bed, still joined together as Sherlock pulled the blankets over them both. There was nothing else to be said between them, the bond had said everything and more. John squeezed gently around his mate, still held deep within him as he snuggled into the protective arms wrapped once more around their children and drifted to sleep. Sherlock would never have thought this closeness or contentment was possible but accepted it gladly as he too drifted to sleep. The bond subconsciously knitting the two mates ever closer as they slept.
John woke hours later to the gentle motion of Sherlock moving within him again. He moaned softly and pulled one knee up to grant him easier access and movement. There was no rush, no frantic passion, just the slow, gentle push and pull of cock in ass. Sherlock pressed close against John's back, kissing his neck and shoulders as he slowly made love to his mate. Long fingers ghosted over sensitive nipples and pressed over dry lips only to be caught by tongue and teeth and sucked gently. Sherlock only smiled against John's neck and John replied by tilting his head back to receive a warm kiss instead of fingers. John came apart with a sigh as Sherlock's fingers stroked him firmly, while his mate filled him again with a quiet moan. It had never been like this between them before but it was wonderful. They lay in contented silence afterwards until John's stomach growled sending both of them into sudden laughter.
When they calmed a bit, Sherlock offered, "Well, tea was quite a while ago and I believe we have worked up our appetites in more ways than one, don't you?"
John chuckled as he reluctantly pushed himself away from Sherlock and up on the side of the bed, groaning slightly at the soreness of long unused muscles. "Yes, we have." He glanced over his shoulder at Sherlock, "Come on then. Shower first, then food." He smiled as he stood, offering Sherlock his hand this time, a hand he readily accepted as they both headed for the shower.
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Greg arrived at the Diogenes Club promptly at six on Friday evening to meet Mycroft for the trip to the estate. Truthfully, he had expected more complaints from the kids or his sister for bailing on their weekend together, but when he said he was helping Sherlock and John, all was golden. Oddly enough the children adored the two men and all they required of him was his promise to tell them all about the case when he was able. He shuddered to think how he could possibly tell a ten and eleven year old about Moriarty without scarring them for life.
He returned his attention to the present as Anthea led him through the silent halls to the underground parking garage and their transportation for the weekend. He had been fighting his nerves for hours, well, truthfully, for days now. Ever since that tense and heated moment in his office, he had wondered how he was supposed to get through a long drive alone with Mycroft without embarrassing himself. He wanted the Alpha and he had reason to suspect now that the feeling was mutual. He glanced up as they entered the garage, spying the tall, elegantly dressed man speaking to one of his agents. The sight did nothing to help his nerves as his eyes raked over the sleek form in the tailored suit that belied the power of the man within it. Greg knew he was in trouble as his mouth watered, and he felt a suspicious twitch in his jeans. The question was, what to do about it. He was still thinking when Mycroft approached.
"Hello, Gregory. I appreciate your promptness. I feel I should apologize once more for disrupting your time with your children but your help will be vital, I am certain."
Greg waved him off casually, "It's no trouble Mycroft. The kids were excited for me to be helping out Sherlock for once. Besides, as a parent and an officer of the law, I will rest much easier knowing we have finally put this particular monster out of commission for good."
"Indeed, Gregory. I quite agree. You may load your bag, if you wish. I just need to speak with the drivers for another moment before we depart." Mycroft smiled as he gestured Greg towards the cars. He had forced himself into an apparent state of calm when he first saw the Inspector. Dressed normally in non-descript, off-the-rack suits for work, today Gregory had appeared wearing a soft heather grey pullover and blue jeans that clung to the toned muscles of thigh and ass that were usually hidden. Heavy boots and a well-worn leather jacket completed the look and made the Inspector look positively rakish. Mycroft breathed deeply and willed away the Alpha's response. He had resolved to broach the subject of a courtship with Gregory during their drive and he was nervous enough without becoming aroused simply by looking at the man.
Greg had moved away, thankful for the reprieve, as he loaded his bag into the back of the SUV they would travel in. The well stocked arsenal of weapons carefully packed in the vehicle did not escape him, nor did the watchful eyes of a nearby agent. If he needed any reminders that this was serious business he was getting into, those certainly did the job. He was just stepping around the side of the car to await Mycroft when he bumped squarely into Anthea. He was already apologizing when the crunch of thick paper caught his ear, followed by a pointed glance from Anthea toward his pocket. He was surprised into silence as she narrowed her eyes meaningfully while she gestured towards the vehicle.
"Perhaps, Inspector, you would like to wait in the vehicle. Mister Holmes will only be a few moments more and then you can depart." Anthea smiled her most professional smile as she urged the detective to get in the car. This was her only shot at helping her romantically challenged boss, thankfully however, the Inspector was a smart man.
Greg only gave Anthea a small nod before doing as suggested and getting into the car. As soon as the door closed, he was pulling the crumpled note from his pocket. A precise and neat feminine hand left no doubt as to the author of the note.
"He wants to ask to court you, properly. I will never admit I am telling you this, and he will do his utmost not to let you see either, but he is frightfully nervous. He has never pursued an actual relationship, ever. So please realize that he is quite serious in his attentions and give him the benefit of the doubt. Help him along, Inspector, and I am certain you will not regret it." - A.
Greg was only mildly surprised by the message from Mycroft's loyal assistant. He could not stop the slow smile that spread across his face as he carefully folded the note and tucked it back into his pocket. The message certainly helped his own nerves about this trip, now he only had to wait for Mycroft. He began to consider how to respond to the Alpha's proposition but cut off that train of thought abruptly; it would be best just to let his response happen naturally. He would just see what happened when the time came.
Mycroft joined him only a moment later. "We'll be off then, Gregory. Doctor Johnson will be traveling separately as he needed to pick up some specialized equipment. We shall all have dinner at the estate, unless you need something now of course." With the Inspector's assurances that he was fine, Mycroft signaled the drivers to head out, the decoys and their own driver alike.
They were well out of London and Greg was getting anxious for Mycroft to broach the topic he was actually waiting for, as opposed to the polite small talk and discreet distance they had kept between them since they left. He was almost ready to bring it up himself, propriety be damned, when Mycroft cleared his throat significantly.
"Gregory, I shall not insult your intelligence by presuming you are unaware of a certain degree of… interest that seems to have arisen between us of late." Greg tried very hard not to smirk, recalling quite clearly the exact nature of the interest he observed in his office last week. Mycroft still seemed to be aware of the thought, however, as his cheeks flushed a pale shade of pink. Undeterred, he continued, "While I realize that we are both older, you being widowed and having children to think of as well, you may think twice before agreeing to my proposition. I should like to… that is, I mean to say, while biology and attraction are all well and good and we have known each other for some years now, we don't actually know each other well." Mycroft stopped long enough for a quick breath and a small smile towards Gregory, just as he had rehearsed this morning in his bathroom mirror. He wanted to be certain he conveyed the right amount of sincerity and interest after all. The inspector only smiled back encouragingly so he proceeded as planned, "I would like to remedy that, to offer a way to become better acquainted. If you would be amenable that is? I can certainly understand if you have reservations or prefer not to consider my proposal at all, our lives being such as they are, you could not expect it to be anything less than challenging and may perhaps wish not to trouble yourself with the prospect."
Greg had been fighting his smile this whole time. Anthea had not been lying. While Greg was certain Mycroft had pre-written and rehearsed his speech, the man was essentially rambling through it like one long run-on sentence. He had never once seen Mycroft Holmes flustered by anything. The fact that the powerful Alpha was indeed flustered and blushing as he tried to enter a proper courtship, only endeared him to Greg even more. Greg wasn't raised with those kinds of societal expectations, even being an Omega, he was just a common man. However, his Gran and Great-Gran were both Omegas, both born and raised in France. He had had the great privilege to know each of them in his youth. He often credited their influence with his ability to blend in reasonably well, no matter what situation he found himself in. Even before he knew his particular gender, they told him stories about Alphas and Omegas, how they should and should not behave and treat the other. About proper respect being due and how courtships were arranged to allow for better relationships and bonds as opposed to just getting carried away with ones biology. To Greg, the life they spoke of was as foreign as fairy tales, but he treasured those memories. Now he was sitting across from his very own fairy tale come to life, a powerful Alpha who cared enough to try his best to show Greg proper respect and offer a courtship. Greg was beyond flattered, he was touched. His own answer was never in any doubt and as he heard Mycroft begin to try and talk them out of a courtship before it had even begun, he knew action was required. He leaned forward quickly and silenced Mycroft with a chaste kiss, merely the press of lips against each other.
Mycroft was surprised by the sudden kiss but far from displeased. He was just gathering his wits enough to return the kiss when Gregory pulled back. He opened his mouth to question or protest, only to be silenced by two fingers against his lips and a knowing smile on Gregory's face.
"It's my turn now Mycroft." Greg waited for the nod of agreement before he removed his fingers and continued. "I am more than flattered that you want to court me, Mycroft, and I would be a fool indeed not to accept your offer." He could see the shutters being drawn over Mycroft's own emotions even as he spoke, the preemptive protection being put in place. He allowed his smile to broaden as he slid closer to the wary Alpha and continued, "The only problem I see with your offer is time." He enjoyed the puzzled expression on Mycroft's face before going in for the kill so to speak. "Yes, you see neither of us are young men. We simply do not have time to waste with a lengthy period of dating in order to get to know each other better. So, I have a counter-proposal." The corner of Mycroft's lip was curling into a soft smile and his eyebrow raised in interest. "I propose we dispense with the courtship proper, as honored as I am that you have offered. I know everything I need to know to choose you, Mycroft Holmes."
Mycroft was thrilled that Gregory was not actually turning him down, but he thought surely they should negotiate a few things up front. "I can certainly understand your point, Gregory, and am more than willing to agree. However, don't you think there are things we should discuss? Your children for example, how will they react? What should I do to help if this is to progress? What…" He was silenced by those same fingers again as Gregory pressed against his side.
"Sometimes you think too much, Mycroft. And right this moment, you are listening to the wrong part of your brain… Alpha." Greg didn't wait for a reply this time. He leaned forward and brushed his opened lips and warm breath over Mycroft's before settling over them to kiss the Alpha again. He had seen the Alpha in action before with Sherlock, and was surprised to be coaxing him along now. Though he suspected it would not take long to rouse the Alpha's interest, judging from his previous response. And he was not wrong.
It had only taken Mycroft a fraction of a second to realize what Gregory had said, to realize that he had the Omega he wanted pressed against his side and kissing him. He was so accustomed to keeping the Alpha subdued that he had tuned out the clamor in his mind as he fought his nerves. He finally let his mental walls down and the Alpha growled low in his chest. It only took a moment to pull the Omega over to straddle his lap as he took control of the kiss, nipping the bottom lip with his teeth until the mouth opened to him with a sigh. He cupped the rugged jaw with one hand while he wrapped his other arm around the strong back and pulled the Omega closer. He tasted every part of the willing mouth he could reach with his tongue, sucked the thick tongue into his own mouth and enjoyed the resultant buck of hips against his own groin. The few times he had indulged in an Omega for sex were nothing compared to this. He could not explain what it was but he knew instinctively that it was different, it was more. Even considering being able to share a heat with this passionate man on his lap made him harder than he had been in some time. He let the hand caressing the lean back drift down over the taut buttocks encased in those positively sinful jeans, and growled as he squeezed the mound beneath his hand and felt those hips thrust over his swollen cock again.
Greg could only rejoice as the Alpha finally took charge, and he gave himself over willingly. It had been so long since he had even felt arousal for anyone, let alone an Alpha like Mycroft Holmes, and it was threatening to become overwhelming. The kiss had grown heated and every touch inflamed him further. He was hard and thrusting helplessly over the bulge swelling beneath him in response. When the tiny rational part of his mind became aware of just how close he was to stripping off his jeans and begging to be fucked right here in the back seat, he finally began to think and pull himself back. Realizing he could also smell pheromones in the air that he had not been aware of in years was enough to finally break the pull between them as he began to panic slightly. There was one thing he should discuss with Mycroft, before they went any further. With a gasp, he broke the kiss and pressed his hands against the broad chest before him, putting some small distance between them. He realized it would not be enough as the Alpha reached for him again and all he wanted to do was give in. Regretfully he pushed more firmly against the Alpha and climbed off of his lap, moving quickly back to his own side of the vehicle. He didn't want to look at Mycroft's face and see the confusion and hurt he was afraid he had just put there. "I… uhm, I'm sorry to have gotten carried away, Mycroft. I realized there is something you should know about… something we should talk about as it could affect our choices."
Mycroft was still trying to focus clearly and put the Alpha back in place. It was quite the challenge with the Alpha's hunger aroused and a significant amount of his blood flow redirected south, but he was slowly coming around. Something had occurred to Gregory, something which was troubling him. As much as he hated to interrupt the more pleasurable activities, assuring that Gregory was comfortable took precedence and he turned his formidable attention to that goal. "It is quite alright, Gregory. I seem to have gotten carried away with you after all. If there is something you feel we need to discuss then, of course we shall do so." When Gregory cautiously met his gaze, he offered a reassuring smile, "Please, Gregory. Proceed at your leisure. We have all the time you need."
Greg returned the smile and took a deep breath, considering where to start. "I know you are aware that I am widowed and you know about my kids but…" It was so hard for him to say it but it was important, important enough that it could ruin the first chance he had had at happiness in six years. "Well, pretty much, what it boils down to is that I have not had a heat of any kind since before my mate was killed. I have not responded to any Alpha in any way at all, not been affected by scents, pheromones, any of it in over six years. Until now."
Mycroft took in this information, processing a moment before he formed the question he knew he had to ask, "So, he was your True Mate, is that what you wish to tell me?"
Greg responded quickly, "No! Christ no, Mycroft. I would never have led you on if he had been my True Mate. We were just out of college and both working our way up the force when we met. There was plenty of passion and youthful exuberance and we bonded. We were happy, we loved each other and our kids but it was never anything deeper." Looking Mycroft square in the eyes to be clear he continued, "There is nothing per se to prevent me from bonding again, you simply should be aware. My doctors still have no idea why I have not responded to any Alpha or why my heats haven't resumed. I think they finally chalked it up to grief. It is promising that I seem to respond to you quite readily. I can even smell the pheromones we're putting out between us which I have been unable to do before now. The problem then, is whether or not my heat will return if we remain in close contact or not. You may wish to choose differently if the return of my heats can not be assured, particularly if children of your own are a priority." Greg's own nerves were beginning to get the better of him now. He rubbed his palms steadily over his thighs and glanced absently out of the window. He had never wanted anyone as much as he now knew he wanted Mycroft, not even his first mate. He waited for Mycroft to speak, knowing his choice could end their whole relationship before it got started.
Mycroft understood Gregory's concerns and was touched that he would give his possible wishes such credence. Still, he wished to put Gregory's mind at ease, he reached over and gripped one work-worn hand in his long fingers. "I appreciate your candor about this Gregory. I can honestly say that I had not given thought to children considering our age, so I do not think that will be the deciding factor in this matter." The relief on Gregory's face was encouraging and he smiled again. "I would think that there is every indication that your heat could return eventually, given your response to me and your ability to scent once more. And should children become a possibility later, then I would be most happy to consider fatherhood with you." He was rewarded this time by a faint blush over the inspector's cheeks. "I suppose the question now, or issue if you like, is when your heat may return. It stands to reason that more time in close proximity to an Alpha you are responding to, more time exposing yourself to the scent and pheromones of said Alpha, would expedite the process."
Greg finally found his voice again, "Exactly. And while I can assure you that I would really like nothing better than to be locked up with you getting much more closely acquainted for the better part of a week," he returned the heated, knowing smirk Mycroft gave him, sighing as he finished his thought, "it would not be in any way helpful to concluding this case if it were to happen very soon. I… I think we will need to remain focused on the matter at hand until it is resolved before we...well…" He gestured feebly with his hands but Mycroft understood at once.
"Yes. I can see how that could be a hindrance in light of our current mission." He scowled slightly, not liking the choice before them but unable to see an alternative. "If we can be clear with each other Gregory, that the ultimate goal is to pursue a relationship with hopes of successfully bonding at some point in the future?" Greg nodded eagerly. "Then I propose that we limit our more physical interactions to prevent an untimely return of your heat while we focus on ridding ourselves of Moriarty."
Greg squeezed the hand holding his before carefully extricating it. He glanced up at Mycroft sadly, "Yeah. I was kind of afraid that's what we would have to do." He offered a feeble smile as they both sat primly back in their respective seats, willing the last of their mutually burgeoning erections away.
Mycroft offered a small growl to get Gregory's attention again. "I can assure you that this will be as much of a hardship for me as it is for you, Gregory. We can not expedite this case fast enough if you ask me." He was not kidding in the least, his Alpha had had a taste of what it wanted and still clamoured for more. The next few days and weeks were going to be challenging indeed.
Greg looked over the Alpha beside him and even that sent tendrils of arousal through his body. He chuckled ruefully at Mycroft's statement.
"Agreed".
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The week had gone by far too quickly from John and Sherlock's point of view. Alone at the estate and fully reconnected, you would have thought the two mates were on their honeymoon for all the sex they managed to squeeze in around the house. It was far too cold to do anything outside, though they did consider it briefly. The household staff had taken to apprising each other of the whereabouts of the randy couple lest they be treated to an eyeful without warning. But that would all end today. Everyone would be arriving by dinnertime and the weekend would be filled with planning. They would end this soon.
John stood in front of the wardrobe, with only his robe on, sighing as he considered his clothes. It was a good thing Mycroft was bringing some new things for him as the last batch of new additions was already becoming snug. Maternity clothes for pregnant Omegas was one thing, but with the ever growing twins John was starting to feel like he should just purchase a tarp and wear it like a poncho. Not that Sherlock ever made him feel anything less than desirable. The shower was still running and he could feel the contentment radiating from his mate easily. He chuckled to himself as he considered that keeping secrets from each other had gotten much more challenging as the bond deepened. He had just selected something he thought he could still fit into when proof of that very thing walked into the room. John smiled, he didn't even have to turn around to tell the direction Sherlock's thoughts were travelling. It was only a moment later that a lean body pressed against his back and long arms wound around him as lips began their assault on his neck. John closed his eyes, humming softly and leaning his head back against his mate, breathing in the scent of shampoo, soap, and just Sherlock.
Just as those long wicked fingers reached for the sash tying his robe together, John decided to turn the tables. He rounded quickly on his mate lest he figure out his plan too soon and pushed him firmly back until his knees met the chaise behind him. John released the tie on Sherlock's own robe, sliding it quickly off the lean shoulders before giving him a firm shove that sent him sprawling back onto the chaise. John surveyed the sight of long graceful limbs draped across the chaise, the pink nipples pebbled and tight as the air cooled the moist skin, damp curls clinging to the furrowed brow and the rapidly filling erection rising up from its bed of dark curls. John sometimes wished he was an artist so that he could capture the raw beauty of his mate. He contented himself with enjoying the pleasures that only he was privy to instead.
John leaned forward carefully, bracing his hands on either side of Sherlock as he claimed those lush lips for a heated kiss. When they both needed breath and the Alpha was panting for more, John pulled away whispering, "Stay" against swollen lips before kissing them again softly and moving downward. John trailed his lips and tongue down the slender throat that was his eternal temptation, enjoying the bobbing of Sherlock's Adam's apple as he swallowed thickly. John only smiled, moving on to those erect nipples, licking over each one with a taunting flick before settling to sucking each firmly in turn. He was rewarded with a groan from his Alpha as lean hips thrust upward in response. He sucked until both nipples were swollen red and peaked and his Alpha moaned for more. Only then did he move lower, trailing lips and teeth over the taut abdomen, dipping his tongue to swirl around and into the navel. He found he had to move his hands down to still those thrusting hips when he did that, how had he never known that Sherlock's navel was an erogenous zone for him. He raised his head to meet his Alpha's gaze, simmering with passion and expectation, before he moved even lower, leaning over to swallow the thick erection down his throat. John could feel Sherlock's pleasure and wonder as he bobbed slowly over the hard shaft, working his mate to a fever pitch.
Once he was ready, John pushed himself back up until he was standing looking down on his expectant partner and the weeping cock pulsing obscenely in anticipation. He slowly loosened the tie on his own robe and let it fall to the floor. John could barely believe that the needy whine he heard came from his Alpha but it was all the more stimulating for that very reason. John placed his knees on either side of Sherlock's thighs and scooted forward until their cocks brushed together. Sherlock let out another soft moan with a softly whispered "John", as he reached up for his mate. But John was not quite finished having his way today. He took each of Sherlock's hands and pushed them up over his head. He held them together with one hand as his other reached to position the swollen cock at his entrance. "Keep them there, just like that," he commanded as he lowered himself onto the waiting hardness with a moan. John could feel the surprise of his Alpha as he braced his hands over the firm chest and began to raise and lower himself. Alphas did not submit to their Omegas, but Sherlock remained just as John commanded and watched as his Omega took the pleasure he wanted. He wasn't certain he had ever seen anything hotter. His breath hitched sharply as John ground himself down onto his cock and he had to clench his fingers together to stop himself from grabbing at the hips moving ever more rapidly over him. John smiled, certain of his Alpha's restraint, he leaned back to brace his hands on the lean thighs behind him as he began to ride his Alpha's cock with abandon, the angle just right to slide over his prostate repeatedly. John could not stop the wanton moans escaping his open mouth each time he sank down and felt the thick cock pierce him deeply. He knew he couldn't keep this pace up for long but he could also feel how aroused they both were, it would not take that long.
Sherlock was fighting to both restrain himself and hold on for John, his chest pushing up from the chaise with every stroke as he fought. Finally, finally his Captain, his Omega gave the command. "Please… Sherlock, touch me… fuck me." In a flash, his hands were on hips and his feet planted firmly as he thrust sharp and fast into his mate. John's cries only grew louder as he rubbed and pinched his own nipples and took the pounding cock even deeper. Sherlock knew just how close they were, he reached for John's neglected cock with one hand stroking him quickly. It was a matter of only moments before John groaned loudly and spilled across Sherlock's hand and abdomen. The tight clenching of his hole the final straw for his mate as well as he buried himself deep and came with a loud growl.
John could no longer lay down on Sherlock's chest with the children in the way so he waited a few moments before shifting to lay alongside his sated mate. Long arms wrapped protectively around him as they both calmed and caught their breath. When he could safely speak Sherlock began, "Well… that was certainly…"
"Different?" John interrupted, raising his head to look cautiously at his mate.
Sherlock chuckled, "I was going to say brilliant, but different works too. I believe the words you used once long ago were, 'It's all fine'." He looked down at his mate with a smile, "It is all, very fine indeed, John." John could only smile and tuck his face into the pale chest beside him, at least until the next sentence had him groaning. "You realize of course, we have to have another shower now, right?"
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It was dark by the time they arrived at the estate, the windows welcoming them with their warm glow. Mycroft led Gregory inside, only to meet the sight of John and Sherlock coming to greet them from the library. Mycroft could plainly see the latest development between the pair, from Sherlock's closeness to John and both of their ready smiles. He couldn't quite swallow his chagrin given the state of things, leaning towards Gregory slightly, he whispered, "Thank goodness they finally got off. The tension was getting unbearable around here with their celibacy."
Greg spared a quick glance at the smiling faces of his friends before grumbling, "Yeah… at least somebody is getting off." He cut his eyes at Mycroft, then shook his head as a faint blush appeared on his cheeks again.
The ever eloquent government official summed up his agreement with the Inspector with a succinct, "Mmm."
Sherlock was the first to greet them. "Brother. Inspector. It's good to see you both again." Nodding meaningfully towards Greg, he continued, "Certainly good to be seeing you under better circumstances than the last time you were here, Lestrade. I don't believe I have had the opportunity to thank you for your intervention. Or to apologize for what you had to deal with when you came for me. I must confess, much of that is a blur. Perhaps you will be able to fill in the missing pieces sometime this weekend?"
Greg glanced at Mycroft again, a bit surprised by Sherlock's politeness, but he responded just the same. "The intervention was entirely your brother's doing but you are welcome for my part in it. I have to admit, I had never seen you in such a state. I am glad to see both of you looking well recovered." He smiled warmly at the happy couple and gave John a nod as well. He would have to find some time to catch up with his friend this weekend also. There was quite a lot to cover it seemed. "I am sure we can find some time to talk during the weekend."
Sherlock picked up the conversation again. "Doctor Johnson should arrive within half an hour and we shall have dinner then. You have plenty of time to unpack and freshen up. Mummy and Alec are around somewhere as well. We thought it best to let everyone unwind and rest before tackling the plans in the morning, if that is acceptable. You can join us back in the library when you're ready."
Mycroft was a bit taken aback by his brother being such a proper, cordial host with his pregnant mate beside him. The change was striking but not unwelcome. With an actual smile to his brother and a nod to John, he motioned Gregory before him up the stairs. "If you'll come with me Gregory, I can show you to your room."
Greg followed readily, puzzled for a moment thinking he would go to the same room as before. Until he remembered that it was Mycroft's bed he had slept in before and the Alpha would be making use of it this weekend. Without him in it. The sudden memories of what happened while he was in that bed, caused his cock to stir and he blushed hotly, keeping his face down so Mycroft wouldn't see. This weekend was going to be much harder than either of them thought.
They made it to the guest room he would be using, strategically located at the opposite end of the hall from Mycroft's room. Greg couldn't stop himself from glancing longingly down the hall to the room he wished he was sharing with his own Alpha now. He was surprised when he was suddenly pushed against the wall by that very Alpha. Mycroft pressed against him, his nose rubbing along his throat, scenting him heavily and Greg couldn't stop the soft whine that escaped in response.
Mycroft punched the wall beside Gregory's head, using the pain to help him focus. "I can smell you, Gregory. Whatever you are thinking of right now, I can smell the arousal on you. And it's... it's so intoxicating." He breathed deeply before punching the wall even harder, "Damn! We have the worst timing. All I want is to drag you to my bed and cover you with my scent!"
Greg couldn't stop the desire to soothe his Alpha, his hands sliding under the suit jacket and pressing warmly against the lean waist beneath his hands as he nuzzled his head against the Alpha's temple. "I was remembering sleeping in your bed the last time I was here. I was remembering what I did, what your scent made me feel, and wishing I was sharing that same bed with you." He turned and kissed the pale throat next to him. This was such a mistake, but the instincts were more powerful than anything he had felt before. He sighed feeling the Alpha surrounding him, his scent filling his nostrils as his warm breath ghosted over the long neck.
Mycroft couldn't take anymore, the scent was bad enough but when Greg mentioned being in his bed before and he remembered that scent clinging to his sheets and his own response, he couldn't hold himself back any longer. With a loud growl he surged forward to claim the Omega's lips again. His hands roamed down the muscular back and over the taut buttocks until he squeezed each firmly, pulling the Inspector even closer. They were both hard again, the friction alone bringing a low moan from the Omega and a possessive growl from the Alpha.
Greg yielded at once to the Alpha's aggression, opening his mouth to the fierce lips and tongue. His hands moved up to curl behind and over shoulders as they ground together, pressed along the length of their bodies for the first time. 'This is so not good,' thought Greg, as the the friction from the prominent erection rubbing against his own drove another needy moan from his lips. 'We have to stop… I know we have to stop. Why do we have to stop?!' He clutched the lean shoulders tightly as his hips bucked reflexively against the Alpha, "Oh god, My! We have to stop!" The only response he received was a possessive snarl as long fingers gripped his ass and pressed him against the thrusting cock before him. 'Of course… I will have to be the strong one here. This is so bloody unfair!' With Herculean effort, he pulled his arms away from the Alpha's shoulders and placed them against his chest instead. He managed to break their kiss at the same time he pushed Mycroft away as forcefully as he could manage. "We have to stop, Mycroft!" He held one hand out, keeping the Alpha at arm's length, the near feral look in those blue eyes telling him just how close a call this was. Their breathing was ragged and he fought his instincts every step of the way, reaching for the doorknob behind him. "You need to go now, Mycroft. Go to your room, take a cold shower. I will do the same, then perhaps we will be able to face everyone at dinner without any incidents." Mycroft had not spoken, clearly fighting his own instincts, reaching once more towards him. Greg opened the door and stepped back from his Alpha. He knew beyond certainty now, without a heat, without a bond, without any other form of claim, he still knew that this was His Alpha. From the strength of his own response, he was beginning to suspect that Mycroft Holmes was the Alpha he was always meant to have, which only made this whole situation that much worse. He took another step into his room. "Please, Mycroft. You know we have to do this." He still didn't get a reply but Mycroft seemed to have frozen in place, clearly struggling to regain control of himself. "I'm going to close the door now. I will see you at dinner, okay?"
Mycroft finally managed a sharp nod. Just before the door closed he managed to rasp out, "Gregory?" When the Omega pulled the door open a bit more to look back at him expectantly, he choked out the words he couldn't believe that He, Mycroft Holmes, was having to say. "Lock it, Gregory. Lock the door… please." Greg's eyes widened in understanding and he gave a soft nod before closing the door fully. Mycroft waited until he heard the tumblers click in the lock before he slumped forward, thumping his head repeatedly against the wall outside of Greg's room. He had never in his life been so close to losing complete control of his Alpha. Even now he fought the urge to put his fist through the finely plastered wall before him. He finally pulled himself away and marched himself forcefully to his own room. Locking the door behind himself, he entered his shower fully clothed and let the cold water pour over his heated body. It was going to be a very long weekend indeed.
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Their planning session had gotten off to a rocky start when Mycroft pointed out that John would most likely be targeted at some point after they returned to London. Their goal actually being to get Moriarty to make his move sooner than later given the advancing pregnancy. Sherlock's Alpha was quite vehemently against risking John and the children in any way and let everyone in the household know it. It required all of their efforts to calm him enough to hear the protective precautions they were planning. They had the means to track Moriarty through the money trail which narrowed locations. They had the pawn which still gave them an advantage, even if Moriarty suspected something. The assumption was also made that Moriarty would not choose to harm John or the children until he had Sherlock in his hands as well. After his previous taunts and torments, Moriarty would want Sherlock to bear witness first hand to what he had planned. They all shuddered to even think of taking that chance but felt it would be necessary.
John had continued to train with Alec, as had Sherlock, often when John was napping he was found exercising with the Scot. Their reflexes and skills had been honed well beyond any previous levels, even with the pregnancy. The solidifying of the bond had made them intimately aware of the other; their thoughts and intentions apparent to each other without words much of the time. They were still testing the distance over which they could sense each other, but so far they could be at opposite ends of the manor and still heed the call of their mate. All of these things were encouraging, but what finally soothed the Alpha enough to consider the necessary plans, were the subdermal tracking devices Doctor Johnson pulled out of the special case he had brought with him. Sherlock had examined them closely, read the accompanying information, and asked Doctor Johnson an endless array of questions before he was convinced that they were safe to use on himself and John. Doctor Johnson encouraged John and Sherlock to discuss it together later and decide for themselves. He could inject the devices at any point before he returned to London, healing would only be a matter of days and then the devices would be unnoticeable to others but fully trackable to Mycroft and his agents.
After spending the whole morning smoothing out plans and contingencies, they broke for lunch. Then the obligatory baby check, of course. Sherlock had insisted John at least rest, if not nap a bit after all the activity of the day. John was just making his way back downstairs after his brief nap, when Celeste came bustling up to him, dragging Greg behind her from the library.
"Oh, there you are John! I was coming to wake you. You boys simply have to see this." John was clueless as to the source of her excitement and shrugged good naturedly at Greg as they followed dutifully behind their hostess while she continued to ramble on. "It has been such a long time since he has been able to convince them to practice individually, let alone together. He trained them so well as young men, you just won't believe it. Simply exquisite!" She had brought them through the kitchen to the large French doors that overlooked the patio and grounds, shushing them and indicating for them to stop there. She pointed out across the lawn with the proud smile only a mother could wear. John and Greg followed the direction of her finger to see a most astonishing sight. Both men were struck speechless as they watched in awed silence for a few moments. Greg was the first to suck in a deep breath, "Are those…" He drifted off, caught up in the spectacle before him and John finished his thought, "Swords?"
Celeste clapped her hands excitedly, still watching her sons avidly through the paned glass doors. "Traditional tempered steel Japanese katanas to be exact. Alec learned the skills many years ago in his travels and collected the blades as well, inherited several of them in fact. His mate's father was an old master swordsman who was more than happy to pass on his knowledge to his son-in-law. When he came to live with us here, teaching the boys became a way to bond as well as focus their minds beyond the grief we all shared." She smiled at memories only she could recall before nodding meaningfully out the windows again. "You boys can imagine when those two apply their formidable minds to something; the results stand before you." The pride in her voice was unmistakable, John and Greg joining her in silent admiration. They watched the three men outside moving with blinding skill and precision, through the series of movements and exercises clearly ingrained in muscle memory as neither Holmes faltered in their movements. Alec himself easily keeping up with the two younger Alphas. As if the two Omegas watching were not already committed and attracted to the men before them, the Alphas now were stunning in the beauty of their strength and skill. Skills that had been well hidden for a long time. They were transfixed as muscles rippled beneath the sleek clothing each man wore, lycra shirts and slim fitting track pants leaving nothing to the imagination as lean muscular thighs lunged and turned, gliding through the lethal motions. Or when slim arms flexed, arching overhead and slashing downward with carefully coiled strength. Damp hair clung to sweaty brows furrowed in concentration as the exercises wore on. While John and Greg admired the grace and elegance of their Alphas in action, they knew it belied the brutal strength their mates were capable of employing at a moment's notice.
John finally tore himself from the view long enough to express his gratitude, "Thank you Celeste, for making sure we got to see this. It is...astounding. I can hardly believe I never knew… never saw." He didn't know what else to say and turned back to the view outside.
Celeste smiled, knowing the impact her sons' display was having on the two Omegas before her. "Well, you know better than most how they can be. They have rarely practiced together since they became adults. I think Alec encouraged them to exercise every skill they possess in order to face this threat and that prompted them to brush up on their bladework. I didn't think you should miss the opportunity to see them. You boys stay and watch, they will duel each other next. It is thrilling and terrifying at the same time to see them go at it." She smiled warmly and patted each of them on the shoulder as she walked off and left them alone. As she had said, the brothers soon moved into opposing positions and began to duel each other. They watched in rapt attention, John finding his heart in his throat on several occasions as the swords clashed closely. But Mycroft and Sherlock both merely smirked at each other, as their blades clashed together and brought them face to face, before moving to attack or defend yet again. The brothers were obviously enjoying themselves. The sight of his Alpha in action was more than a little arousing for John, his pregnancy hormones requiring very little to set him off. He very deliberately tamped down on those feelings, as he did not relish the thought of distracting his mate while he was wielding a deadly sharp blade.
It took a while for John to become aware that Greg was equally affected, his attention glued to Mycroft and soft gasps escaping in those tense moments. John watched his friend for a few moments before finally speaking. "You're attracted to Mycroft." Greg glanced over at John in surprise before his gaze slowly drifted back to the elder Holmes outside. He finally nodded carefully, unable to hide the slight flush on his face. John huffed softly, he really had learned a lot from Sherlock. "It's more than that though… isn't it? You… you want him." He thought over all he knew of Greg's personal history, "Well, that certainly is a change." Since Greg remained silent, he prodded a bit more, "And does he, uhm… reciprocate those feelings?" The bright blush that suffused Greg's face at that, followed by his smile answered the question even before he nodded. John was astonished to say the least but was not about to begrudge his friend a chance at happiness either. But John had noticed a careful distance between Greg and Mycroft, both last night at dinner and today and that puzzled him, "What is holding you back?"
Greg stared at the window for a long moment before turning to John, meeting his eyes as he answered firmly, "Moriarty."
John's eyes widened in surprise, unclear as to how Moriarty could affect Greg's potential relationship with Mycroft. He glanced out the window again and saw that the duel was wrapping up, both men mopping sweat from their brows while Alec clapped shoulders fiercely with his broad smile proudly in place. Anticipating showers before either Holmes appeared for tea, John spoke finally. "Why don't we talk while they are freshening up? Aroused Omegas and Alphas hyped up on endorphins from exercise might not be the best mix at the moment."
Greg actually laughed at that, "Yeah, Mycroft and I don't need more challenges to our control." John merely raised his eyebrows and led them into the library, bypassing the returning Alphas.
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By the time Sherlock and Mycroft came back down and tea was served, Greg had filled John in on just what was going on. He felt badly for his friend. It had surprised him to learn that he had not been mated to his True Mate previously, he always thought that was why Greg hadn't bothered with any other Alphas. And now to know that Moriarty was effecting not only he and Sherlock's life, but Greg and Mycroft's as well? Well in true John Watson fashion, it pissed him off royally. If he had had any doubts about following through with their plans, he discarded them now. The soldier steeled his focus to deal with the threat to his family… all of his family, as soon as he possibly could.
Sherlock could feel the anger and decision within John, but was unclear what brought it on. His questioning look at his mate gained him only a shake of his head. They would discuss it later apparently. Otherwise tea was a more relaxed affair. Doctor Johnson conversing with Alec and Celeste about the various plant life he had been out observing during his walk on the grounds earlier. He had managed to catch the last bit of sword practice as well and complimented the men on their grace and skill. In true Holmes fashion they brushed off the praise, though Sherlock was aware of the decidedly sexual appreciation his mate was radiating, while Greg and Mycroft could not even look at each other for the same reason.
Tea segued into a casual game of cards, conversation and laughter filling the library as they spent the hours companionably until everyone was ready for dinner. Greg was surprised at how easily he was accepted into the family dynamic, almost as if everyone knew his position with Mycroft even though he knew neither John nor Mycroft would have said a word. Celeste, Alec, and even Doctor Johnson just went about the evening as though it was a family affair and Sherlock observed them all. He saw the lingering looks exchanged between Lestrade and his brother. He watched his mother and Alec looking on fondly at the two before trading knowing looks with each other, their approval of the match obvious. He had seen the carefully regimented distance Mycroft seemed to be maintaining between the two of them, despite a hunger that was obvious to those who knew how to look for it. He had not deduced exactly what was going on as yet, but resolved to speak to his brother as soon as possible about it.
Noticing John beginning to nod off and Lestrade bidding good-night to the others, he thought perhaps this would be his chance. "John, why don't you head on up with Lestrade? You look like you're ready to fall asleep right here. I will join you shortly, of course. I just wanted to speak to Mycroft for a bit." John had looked up readily and started to rise, but he could sense his mate was up to something. Something having to do with Greg and Mycroft. He glanced over at the wary government official and his friend, wavering anxiously by the door before settling his own mind. Letting his admiration and arousal from the afternoon fill his senses, he sent a heated look to his mate as he took his hand.
"I'm sorry, love, but I have a different plan on the agenda. We will both go upstairs with Greg. You have all day tomorrow to speak with Mycroft." Leaning around his mate to address his brother-in-law, he continued, "You won't mind too terribly if I keep Sherlock from you tonight, will you, Mycroft?"
Mycroft was relieved not to have to face the inquisition his brother had in mind. He had already seen the deductions and connections being made. He waved John off casually, "Not at all John. Far be it from me to interfere with plans among mates."
Sherlock scowled at his brother but was not about to deny the heat in his mate's eyes, nor the surge of arousal he sensed either. Bidding good-evening to everyone, he escorted the two Omegas upstairs. Greg quickly leaving them in front of their door as he said good-night and disappeared into his guest room. Sherlock's brows drew together in puzzlement when he heard Lestrade lock his door. Why on earth would the Inspector feel he had to lock the door to his room in the safety of their house? He turned to face a disapproving expression from John regarding his eavesdropping and the tug of a hand pulling him into their room. He also became aware of the shift in John's state of arousal, getting the distinct impression that sex was not actually on the agenda at the moment.
John just shook his head, well used to his mate's inquisitive nature. Closing the door firmly behind them, he motioned Sherlock over to one of the chairs in front of the fireplace.
"We need to talk."
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Sherlock finally found Mycroft in the library, supposedly occupied with some government business that he needed to handle. In truth, he stood at one of the tall windows watching Greg and John as they walked in the gardens following the morning's exercise. John had tempted Greg into joining them in his Tai Chi and they had had a jovial time guiding him through the motions. Sherlock had spied his brother watching even then, carefully segregating himself from their company after breakfast. This was only part of the reason Sherlock sought him out now. "You should know by now that hiding won't help the situation, brother." He caught Mycroft's weary sigh before he turned to greet him with his usual mask in place.
"Not hiding, brother dear. You know my work is never really finished, always something to tend to." Mycroft began with a small tight smile.
Sherlock could see the tension around the eyes and lips as well as in the way his brother held his body. "Ahh, so the fate of the world rests in the gardens now does it?"
Mycroft winced slightly at being caught out. He knew he could not avoid Sherlock forever but he was trying. "Merely a stretch of the legs. Back to work now, as you see." He pointedly returned to the desk and resumed his seat, picking up his discarded documents.
Sherlock had truly never seen his brother quite so wound up and thought he should finish his business here as soon as possible. "Mycroft, there have been certain… actions, certain interactions on your part that have come to my attention regarding you and a certain detective inspector. Your behavior has been odd, even for you, and I wondered if you would care to explain yourself. Not deigning to join the rest of us mere mortals at last are you?"
Being in the same house as Gregory for the whole weekend while having to keep his distance had pushed the Alpha to his breaking point, and he was not going to tolerate his own brother's petty jibes at his expense. The Alpha exploded with a snarl before he could stop himself. "Damn it all Sherlock! I will not stand for your teasing when you have no understanding of the situation!" He had risen to his feet, his fist pounding the desk in frustration. "You have no idea of what I am being forced to endure for your sake, brother. I am more vulnerable than I have ever been in my life and I can hardly bear it." He spun back towards the window, unable to let Sherlock witness his weakness any further lest it should fuel his childish need for torment more than it already had.
Sherlock observed his brother quietly for a moment, sadness playing across his features instead of the glee Mycroft probably expected. He finally began to move towards the upset Alpha, reaching forward to place his hand on the tense shoulder of his brother. "I was not teasing, Mycroft. I only wanted to give you an outlet to talk about the situation. You are clearly struggling and I am sorry to be the cause of any distress you and Lestrade must suffer on account of John and I." Mycroft could not hide the surprise on his face as he turned towards his brother. "Apparently Lestr… Greg, spoke to John yesterday and filled him in on the dilemma you are both faced with. John in turn talked with me last night. We are both happy for the two of you but sorry to be the cause of such difficulty."
Mycroft appreciated Sherlock's effort to use Gregory's first name finally, after all these years. He had not expected understanding nor kindness from his brother in this matter as it was not in the usual nature of their interactions for him to be so. He looked his brother over closely, more changes apparent than he had noticed previously, changes he wanted to ask about, but he limited himself to the conversation at hand. "It is not the fault of you or John, either one. It is the threat Moriarty presents to our family and our desire to help you both be rid of him that has created the issue at hand for Gregory and I. I believe we all can deal with it adequately enough to solve this this problem. It will be easier when we return to London at any rate."
Sherlock nodded, his head bowed in thought for a moment. When he spoke again, it was to stun his brother with a reply to his unanswered questions. "The bond, Mycroft. The changes you were observing, can all be traced to the bond between John and I. It has… grown, well beyond anything I could have ever expected when we initially bonded. I can honestly say, I feel complete in a way I never thought possible." He finally met Mycroft's eyes, "I genuinely hope you are able to find the same with Greg when this is all over."
Mycroft swallowed thickly as he considered how to respond, but no other words were forthcoming beyond gratitude. "Thank you, Sherlock. I appreciate your understanding and candor." Sherlock nodded in reply then puzzled his brother yet again as he unbuttoned his left cuff and began to slide his sleeve up. At length Sherlock held his arm before Mycroft, displaying the puffy red spot on the inside of his lower bicep. It took a moment for Mycroft to realize what he was looking at, his eyes going wide as he met Sherlock's determined gaze.
"I had Doctor Johnson insert mine this morning before breakfast. He will insert John's this afternoon before you all return for London. We decided that we will do any and everything we must to put an end to Moriarty. For all of our sakes, Mycroft. These should be healed enough for us to return to London by the end of this week. Then we can proceed."
Mycroft remained speechless in the face of his brother's declaration, well aware of the risk he was taking for all of their benefit. The risk to himself and to his blossoming family; his future happiness and everything it entailed.
Sherlock understood and did not expect more from his brother, the hand returned to the broad shoulder he himself had always been able to rely upon. It was time for him to begin to repay all of the support he had been given through the years.
"This will end very soon, Mycroft. We will make sure of it."
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Author's Note: I hate constantly apologizing for taking so long with these chapters! Especially when we are So Close to the end of the story! I can only hope the amount of story I give you guys makes it worth it. Obviously I just don't Need to be juggling three or more stories at one time, not along with real life to boot. As Always I must give my Bountiful Gratitude to Spades for her efforts to make me a better writer, my commas shall forever be the bane of her Red Pen of Death, however, I Am Afraid! LOL Please enjoy guys and know that the climax is near, followed by a Very Fluffy epilogue. Any reviews, PMs, or feedback is Always appreciated. See you all as soon as I can and Thank You SO Much for sticking with me! Sincerely, Cynthia