A Bond to Remember-Updated 1/4/21
Stranger: (TW: Abuse mention) I need to apologize to you, Inspector. MH (O)
You: Whatever for?-GL
Stranger: Peter was rude to you. MH
Stranger: It was uncalled for and overly aggressive. MH
You: He's certainly not the first Alpha to shout profanities at me or accuse me of trying to steal his partner and I doubt he'll be the last in my line of work.-GL
Stranger: That doesn’t make it less worthy of an apology. MH
You: You're not the one who should be apologizing.-GL
Stranger: Perhaps not, but it is unlikely that Peter will admit his error. MH
You: Those types rarely see the error of their ways.-GL
Stranger: I suppose that is true. MH
You: How long has he been like that?-GL
Stranger: Stubborn and possessive? Always. MH
You: Does he abuse you?-GL
Stranger: I wouldn’t call it that. He disciplines me, certainly. I’m not a very well-behaved omega. MH
You: He's taught you that you need to be disciplined. He's given you a completely false idea of what a 'well-behaved' Omega is.-GL
Stranger: (...) He’s traditional. That is the reason my mother chose him. MH
You: It's an arranged bond?-GL
Stranger: Of course it is. I have nothing in common with Peter. I’d hardly choose him myself. MH
You: So why not leave?-GL
You: You've got enough money and power and connections.-GL
Stranger: I’m not certain I’m willing to risk his vengeance. He dislikes being crossed. MH
You: Couldn't you have him carted off to some island prison or something?-GL
Stranger: Not without cause. Despite what Sherlock may claim, I’m no supervillain. MH
Stranger: And as well, without sufficient reason, my petition for a bond scrubbing would likely be turned away. MH
You: Without sufficient reason? He's an abusive narsacist.-GL
Stranger: Narcissism, while irritating, is not considered valid grounds. And I would have to prove abuse. MH
Stranger: You needn’t concern yourself on my behalf. I’ve managed this long. MH
You: Then convince him you aren't worth the bond.-GL
Stranger: Why are you so concerned over this? MH
You: You wouldn't believe me if I told you.GL Doesn't really matter either. I just am.-GL
Stranger: I think you would find I am far more likely to believe the unexpected than you may believe. MH
Stranger: I am alright. He knows the risks of disciplining me too often or harshly. I am alright. MH
You: [delayed] I've been flirting with you for six months now and never worked out that you had an Alpha.-GL
Stranger: I...oh. MH
Stranger: Apologies. I didn’t mean to lead you on. MH
You: You didn't.-GL
You: You needed some positive attention in your life and I was more than happy to give it being the one to fancy you and all.-GL
Stranger: I should have told you. Warned you, I suppose. Mh
You: No, it's not your fault.-GL
You: I should have known you weren't available.-GL
Stranger: Still...I should have noticed. MH
You: I must be really bad at it. Certainly explains a lot.-GL
Stranger: Or I simply wasn’t paying attention. You’ve been very kind. MH
You: For whatever it's worth, I do care about you.-GL
Stranger: Thank you. MH
Stranger: I wish I had more to offer you than thanks. MH
You: You don't owe me anything more than that.-GL
Stranger: I know. But you’ve been terribly kind to me, and I appreciate it greatly. MH
You: I know you do. It's high time you got some appreciation.-GL
Stranger: I think most would disagree with you. MH
Stranger: I should let you go. I only meant to apologize for Peter, not take up so much of your day. MH
You: Take care, Mycroft.-GL
Stranger: You as well, Gregory. Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you. MH
You: I will. Same goes for you.-GL
Stranger: I’ll keep that in mind. MH
Stranger: ((Several weeks later)) Has Sherlock contacted you today? MH
You: He's been yelling about a case all morning, why?-GL
Stranger: There was an incident, I’m at the hospital. I didn’t want him exaggerating. MH
You: What happened? Are you alright?-GL
Stranger: I will be fine. I had an altercation with Peter. MH
Stranger: He discovered I’m pregnant, despite my best efforts, and he did not take it well. MH
You: Is the baby alright?-GL
Stranger: The doctors seem to think so, though they advise I rest for a few days. MH
You: That's good to hear. I'm glad you're both well.-GL Do you need anything?-GL
Stranger: Not at the moment. I simply wanted to ensure you weren’t given a false version of the story, and to warn you. MH
Stranger: Peter seems to believe the pup is yours, despite the fact that he has hardly been celibate. MH
Stranger: If he makes bail, he may try to seek you out. MH
You: Oh I can't wait to chat with him. Thanks for the heads up.-GL
You: (brb)
Stranger: Please be careful. I would hate to see you injured because of me. MH
You: It wouldn't be because of you. Your Alpha is free to make his own choices, Mycroft.-GL
Stranger: Yes, but the fact that he thinks /I/ am sleeping with you will influence those choices. MH
Stranger: Please, just take care. I know you are capable, but Peter is a brute when he’s angry. MH
You: I promise to be careful.-GL
Stranger: Thank you. MH
You: {A few days later.} How are you feeling?-GL
Stranger: Nauseous and a bit tired, but that is apparently normal. MH
Stranger: Healing well. They’ve moved me to a safe house until they locate Peter. MH
You: I've heard morning sickness can be a horrible thing to go through. Glad to hear you're healing well though.-GL And that you're safe.-GL I've got some good news for you. I know where Peter is.-GL
Stranger: You do? Where? MH
You: My flat.-GL
Stranger: (Delay) Why is he at your flat? MH
You: You were right about him coming to find me.-GL He came to rough me up a bit. Succeeded too.-GL
Stranger: Oh dear. MH
Stranger: Are you alright? MH
You: Yeah, I'm fine. Got one hell of a black eye, swollen and split lip and a broken hand.-GL
Stranger: My apologies. MH
Stranger: And...he’s still there? MH
You: Being looked over as we speak.-GL
Stranger: Oh. MH
Stranger: I will have Anthea send someone to collect him. MH
You: The police are already here. I'm pressing charges.-GL
Stranger: Alright then. MH
You: I should tell you too that I may have said some things because I was angry with him.-GL
Stranger: What sort of things? MH
You: [delayed] Other than that I thought he was a worthless Alpha and a disgrace to our kind I told him that the pup you carry probably is mine.-GL
You: And that I was going to take you for myself.-GL
Stranger: (Delay) Were you trying to enrage him? I’m amazed you only ended up with a broken hand and black eye. MH
You: I may have wanted an excuse to hit him, yes.-GL
You: Would you be upset if I told you that hand wasn't the worst of it?-GL
Stranger: What was the worst of it? MH
You: I may or may not have gotten clipped.-GL
Stranger: Clipped? By what? MH
You: A bullet to the side.-GL
You: Just above my old scar.-GL
Stranger: Oh, Gregory...you ought to see a doctor. MH
Stranger: You shouldn’t have antagonized him. Now you’re injured. MH
You: Don't worry. I'll go to the hospital in a bit. I've got patched up for the moment.-GL
You: He deserved it, Myc.-GL
Stranger: But was if necessary for you to be injured over it? MH
You: Comes with the territory, I suppose.-GL
Stranger: I’ll make sure you have adequate leave to heal. MH
Stranger: ((BRB))
You: You'll make sure to stay away from Peter.-GL
You: You deserve better than him, Myc, you and the pup do._GL
Stranger: The pup does, at least. MH
Stranger: I imagine Anthea will make me stay here until he is charged and remanded. MH
You: You do too, Mycroft. Absolutely.-GL
You: You should listen to Anthea.-GL
Stranger: I do listen to her. MH
Stranger: Take care of yourself, Gregory. You’ve been shot; you shouldn’t waste time on me. MH
You: It's not a waste. Never a waste.-GL
You: I'd get shot again for you if it came to that.-GL
Stranger: Perish the thought. MH
Stranger: (...)How badly were you ‘clipped’? MH
Stranger: Be truthful. MH
You: There was a lot of blood.-GL
You: Won't know until the doctor looks me over.-GL We're almost to the hospital.-GL
Stranger: Rather more than clipped, it seems. MH
Stranger: Keep me updated if you can. MH
Stranger: I’m sorry this has happened. MH
You: No more apologies from you until you're the person who fires the gun, yes?-GL
Stranger: You have to admit, this is at least partially my fault. It is because of me that he came after you. MH
You: [delayed] It's because I got too friendly with you. I care about you too much.-GL
Stranger: It’s because I didn’t alert you to the fact that I was bonded. MH
You: Wish you weren't.-GL
Stranger: (Delay) I’m sorry. MH
You: Not your fault.-GL Hopefully now you can get rid of Peter.-GL
Stranger: That is my hope. I only hope they won’t keep me from scrubbing the bond because of the pup. It can be rough on them. MH
You: I'll help as much as I can.-GL
Stranger: You will rest and heal. I suspect you’re injured more than you’re telling me. MH
You: Don't want to worry you.-GL
Stranger: I am already worried for you. MH
You: Then stop. I'll be fine.-GL
Stranger: Let me know once they tell you how long you will need to heal. MH
You: Promise.-GL
Stranger: Thank you. MH
You: [A week later] Got released today. All in one piece.-GL
Stranger: That is a relief. MH
Stranger: Are you able to manage things for yourself, or would assistance be better? MH
You: I'm sure it'll just be me in my flat doing more sleeping than anything else while I'm on these pain pills.-GL
Stranger: I could arrange for meals and a cleaning service if it would help. I owe you a great deal. MH
You: You spoil me.-GL
Stranger: It seems the least I can do. MH
You: I distinctly remember telling you to take care of yourself and your pup. Not to take care of me.-GL
Stranger: I can do more than one thing, you know. MH
Stranger: Besides, I’m terribly stubborn. You already knew that. MH
You: Yeah, yeah, I know.-GL
You: You're still alright though, yes?-GL
Stranger: I am fine, Gregory. My injuries are nearly completely healed. Just a bit of tenderness in my ribs. MH
You: That makes me feel better.-GL
Stranger: I wouldn’t ignore your concerns. MH
You: I know.-GL
You: I'd like to visit you.-GL
Stranger: I’m not sure you’re in good enough health to be visiting people, Gregory. MH
Stranger: Perhaps Anthea would allow me to visit you, though. MH
You: No, I know. It's home for me.-GL
Stranger: You /were/ shot, after all. MH
You: It's hardly the first time that's happened.-GL
Stranger: That is not the reassurance you think it is, Gregory. MH
Stranger: (Delay) Is tomorrow evening acceptable? I can bring you supper. MH
You: Are you sure it's alright that you come and visit me?-GL
Stranger: Peter is in jail awaiting his trial, and my morning sickness has lessened. I will be fine, Gregory. MH
You: Tomorrow's fine then.-GL
Stranger: Alright, thank you. MH
Stranger: What would you like for dinner? MH
You: How's thai?-GL
Stranger: Sounds excellent. MH
You: I look forward to seeing you.-GL
Stranger: As do I. I don’t trust you to be honest about your injuries with me. I want to check for myself. MH
You: Lucky for you, I'm too tired and medicated to argue.-GL
Stranger: I would prefer you not be injured. Then you wouldn’t need medication. MH
You: I just didn't see the gun, that's all.-GL
You: Got to keep a better eye out.-GL
Stranger: (Delay) I am glad your injuries weren’t worse. You took a great risk, antagonizing him. MH
You: I know, you've said.-GL
Stranger: I appreciate your intentions, though they were perhaps reckless. Your life is worth more than an excuse to hit Peter, Gregory. MH
You: He deserved it.-GL
Stranger: Apparently he plans to kill us both if he gets out. MH
You: I won't let him hurt you again.-GL
Stranger: You’re very determined. It’s unlikely he’ll get away; you can rest. MH
You: Sorry.-GL
Stranger: You needn’t apologize. MH
Stranger: I simply don’t want you to worry unnecessarily. MH
You: I always worry about you.-GL
Stranger: (...) I know. MH
You: As long as you know.-GL
Stranger: I don’t quite understand it, but I appreciate it. MH
You: Probably for the best.-GL
You: I'll see you later, Mycroft.-GL
Stranger: Of course. I look forward to it. MH
Stranger: ((Paras? I can start))
You: (sure, I'm down!)
Stranger: Mycroft arrived at Greg’s the next evening just after 6, not wanting to keep the recovering man up too late in case he was exhausted. He carried a bag with their dinner in one hand, and a folded blanket under his arm, and he’d dressed more casually in honor of the occasion. He rang the doorbell, shifting nervously from foot to foot. He hadn’t seen Greg face to face in ages, since the night Peter first yelled at the other Alpha, and he was nervous about facing him.
You: Greg had spent most of the day sleeping in his bed, trying his best to manage the pain. That fight with Peter had been quite a tussel. Mycroft spoke the truth when he mentioned how brutish the other Alpha could be when agitated. Greg wasn't a young Alpha any longer and hadn't been in a true fist fight in years so Peter certainly took the upper hand for most of their sparing. By the time Mycroft asked to visit him his eye had opened up a bit but was still a dark purplish red and swollen. His lip was nearly back to normal (minus the cut), his hand and most of his forearm were in a cast, and his side was bandaged up from surgery under his shirt. He was slow on his way to the front door of his flat, holding a hand carefully over the bandage. "Hey..." He smiled at the man. "Come in..."
Stranger: Mycroft frowned when he saw the injured eye and the way Greg held his own side. “Good evening Gregory.” He said quietly, stepping inside, “We should get you settled, on the sofa perhaps? I know you’re not meant to be doing much yet.” He turned, offering his free arm to Greg. “I’ve brought you a blanket; I’m sir you have some already, but Anthea mentioned you were a big cold in hospital. I thought it might help.” He bit his lip, lapsing into silence as he watched the man uncertainly.
You: Greg closed the door behind Mycroft. "I just answered the door. I haven't run a marathon," he promised, slipping his arm through Mycroft's. "It was because of the blood loss..." he explained. "And because they always tend to keep the rooms cold to cut down on chances of infection and diseases, viruses, etc from spreading....sofa sounds good. I've been in bed most of the day except when I fixed myself some breakfast earlier...." Greg led them into the small living room and sat down on the sofa. "You look well. Lovely really. How far along are you?"
Stranger: Mycroft nodded, setting the blanket beside Greg and placing the bag of food on the table before sitting on the opposite side of the sofa. “Thank you. The doctor says I am just over 3 months.” He glanced at Greg, trying to read signs of the man’s condition in his movements and facial expressions, uncertain of how honest the man would be about his pain or exhaustion. “I did my best to get the food items I know you favor.” He remarked, “May I serve you some food?”
You: "You've got some time to go then. That's good. Gives you a chance to get through a trial and set up the nursery...." Greg nodded. "It smells great, I'm sure whatever you got will be just fine. I'm not really that picky about food. I'm a simple man to please, Mycroft." Greg pulled the blanket over his lap as he stretched his legs out in front of him. It smelled very much like Mycroft which he appreciated more than he should have. "I'm glad you came by."
Stranger: “I know you aren’t, Gregory. But if you’re going to have to host while you’re injured, the least I can do is make sure you have a meal you enjoy.” Mycroft smiled a bit, fixing Greg’s plate for him. “It gives me time to move as well. I don’t think I can continue living at the house, and my uncle left me a flat that has two bedrooms. It’s small, but that will make it easier for my security team to cover.”
You: Greg leaned forward and took the offered plate before Mycroft could offer anything as silly as hand feeding him. "You keep saying that everything is the least you can do. I wish you would stop. Peter's done such a number on you, Mycroft, he's got you thinking that you owe Alphas something. You don't owe any of us anything, yes? Even with the way I look. I was defending myself from the choices Peter made. You didn't force him to find me, you didn't pull the trigger of his gun. This was all him. I invited you here because I wanted to see you. It's been so long since we...just got to chat. I didn't invite you over here to make you feel guilty about this..." he waved his cast over himself.
You: (I have to run grab some dinner. I totally understand if you can't stick around. I'll save the log so we can pick up, if you'd like)
Stranger: ((I can stick around. I’m not doing anything else, lol))
You: (I'll be as quick as I can)
Stranger: Mycroft stiffened, nodding as he retreated to the other end of the sofa with his own food. “It’s not because I feel like I owe you. I do owe you a great deal, whether you are willing to acknowledge that or not, but it’s not the reason. You’re not making me feel guilty either. I consider you a friend, Gregory, and you’ve been harmed. It’s not unheard of to are for one’s friends when they are ill or injured.”
Stranger: *to care for
You: (Hi, sorry)
Stranger: ((No problem :) ))
You: "Well, that's a relief," Greg said. He didn't like the way Mycroft recoiled and moved himself to the other end of the sofa but that was something they could work on over time. Over dinner, Greg kept the conversation a bit lighter asking after Sherlock and John and any word of the world he'd missed over the last week. He asked about the pup and how excited Mycroft was to welcome a little one. He leaned forward and set his empty plate on the coffee table.
Stranger: Mycroft answered the questions, eating slowly and keeping an eye on Greg to make sure he wasn’t overtired. He avoided the question about being excited to a pup, redirecting to a question about Greg possibly returning to desk work in a couple of weeks. He eventually set his plate down as well, though he hadn’t finished his meal. “I’m glad you’re out of the hospital. You had us all worried.”
You: "If by worried you mean that Sherlock had a meltdown because he thought I'd die and leave him alone with no interesting cases, sure. He's going to have a rough few months...." Greg scrunched up his nose at the thought of desk work. "I'm scheduled to be out for about six weeks if everything heals up properly....then it'll be another six weeks on desk duty. Sounds boring even for me..." Greg noticed how Mycroft avoided certain questions and didn't finish his food which worried the Alpha. "Mycroft?" he asked. "Is something wrong? You barely touched your dinner and you don't seem...happy for the pup...you know there are options for you, right?"
Stranger: Mycroft shrugged. “I haven’t been terribly hungry lately.” He admitted, “The morning sickness is abating, but my appetite hasn’t returned yet.” He looked at Greg, shaking his head. “I can’t bring myself to get rid of the pup, even though it is Peter’s. I simply...I worry. I wonder if I can actually be the parent they deserve, or if I’ll even make it to term. I’m rather old for a first pup, and there is potential for issues with the bond scrubbing.”
You: Greg nodded in understanding. "I think you'll make a wonderful mum." Greg was absolutely positive of it. "You're a brilliant man, Mycroft. You may show a rather cold and aloof front to the world but it's not truly who you are. You care deeply for those around you...just look at all this..." he motioned to the dinner, the blankets, himself. "You left your safehouse to come and fuss over me for a little while..." he held up his hand. "You've been eyeing me all evening. I know you're over there trying to figure out if I've given you all the information on my own injuries truthfully. You're trying to monitor me for signs of pain, discomfort and exhaustion...." he hesitated a moment before continuing. "If you got the bond with Peter scrubbed would it be helpful to have someone else to bond with?"
Stranger: “After being stuck in hospital for a week, I’d say you’re due some fuss.” Mycroft replied, “I apologize; I’m used to keeping an eye on things, making sure I don’t overdo things if I’m injured. It’s become second nature to keep an eye on others as well.” He shifted, giving a tiny, humorless smile. “I imagine it would, to keep the hormones from surging and to protect the pup. But...I’m hardly a catch. I suppose I could put an ad in the paper; one somewhat used omega with pup, will pay well.”
You: Greg was quiet for a beat on his end of the sofa. "Or you could just use me." Greg was certain the response from Mycroft would be timid and include the phrase 'That's very kind of you, Gregory, but I couldn't impose'. No matter how often you told the man that he wasn't an imposition or a bother or any other word he never listened. Years of being brainwashed into thinking he wasn't a catch or important enough or worthy enough of basic, decent human rights had taken their toll. Mycroft was fierce in his professional life but his personal life was wracked with low self-esteem and very little confidence. "No pay required."
Stranger: Mycroft shifted, staying silent for several long moments before speaking again. “I dislike the idea of taking advantage of you, Gregory.” He said, “Are you certain you wouldn’t accept some form of payment? It’s a rather involved undertaking, after all. It’s likely you would need to cohabitate with me for at least some of the pregnancy. I know you value your privacy.”
You: "I fail to see how my offering to bond with you is you taking advantage of me." It was absurd to think that Greg would offer something so...heavy if he didn't want to assist. "God forbid we live together...it's not like I'd come barging in and demand you sleep in my bed with me or wait on me hand and foot. I like my space, yeah, but you've never invaded it...at least not to my knowledge...take Sherlock for instance...he breaks into my flat all the time, reads my emails....that's an invasion in privacy. Living with you to help ensure you and your pup are healthy, helping to set up the nursery, maybe getting to fuss over /you/ a bit is not that."
Stranger: “I try not to overstep.” He replied, “Sherlock is far less caring about other’s spaces.” Mycroft flushed, twisting his hands together in his lap. “I appreciate the offer.” He said after a short time, “And I’ll gladly take you up on it. It will be easier, with someone I trust. Someone I know isn’t trying to turn a difficult situation to their advantage.”
You: Greg held out his unharmed hand to the man. "Whatever you need...whenever you need it...well, as soon as I can behind over and start to lift things again. Then I'm you're guy.." He gave Mycroft's hand a squeeze. "We'll get through it. I'm pretty easy going for being so high maintenance..." he chuckled softly. Greg leaned his head back on the sofa as he looked over at Mycroft. "I'm glad you're here."
Stranger: Mycroft took the offered hand uncertainly, relaxing when Greg squeezed it. “No lifting until you are fully healed.” He admonished gently, shifting closer and patting Greg’s knee lightly. “I was pleased to be able to visit. To ensure for myself that you will be alright. I was quite worried, you know.” He relaxed a bit, though his free hand fiddled with the hen of his jumper. “You might regret offering yourself so freely, Gregory. You may find yourself underestimating how clingy I may become. I’ve never carried a pup more than a few weeks. Who knows what is to come?”
You: Greg chuckled softly as he stared at Mycroft. "You underestimate how much I enjoy being in a relationship with someone who likes to clingy. It's about so much more than sex, you know? It's about being...at ease, comfortable with your partner. It's about being able to come home after a long day of work and just stretching out on the sofa together. It's about being able to connect with another person equally. I won't regret offering myself up so freely, Mycroft. When I said that I cared for you I meant it. I do. A lot, yes?" Greg brushed his thumb over Mycroft's hand. "Whatever happens I'm right here. We'll get through this together."
Stranger: Mycroft nodded, glancing away and then back to Greg. “I will do my best to ensure you aren’t deprived of the connection you want.” He looked at the place where their hands met, wondering if he should bring up sex, now that Greg had mentioned it. It seemed unlikely that the Alpha wouldn’t expect at least /something/, but if he could avoid the potential embarrassment of the conversation, he was going to. “You’re very kind.” He remarked, “Being here for me. I appreciate it. And...I care for you, too. I don’t want you to think I’m just trying to do this for the pup. I do enjoy your company.”
You: "Don't take that to mean I demand it." He reiterated. " I want you to have what you need just as much if not more, yeah? You might absolutely hate quiet nights on the sofa. That's fine. You might hate cuddling, that's fine too. My offering and agreeing to bond with you is not my wanting you to enter into another contract that you have no say in. The only thing I ask is that you communicate with me. More than this..." he held up their still laced fingers then motioned to the dinner in front of them. "You won't be depriving me of anything because I'll be getting just as much our of this, yeah? I'll be getting your company....I'll be hopefully getting to participate a bit in your pregnancy and seeing the little one...maybe a few midnight feedings. It's not a prison sentence for me and I don't want it to be for you either."
Stranger: Mycroft nodded, biting his lip. “I understand.” He replied, “I cannot promise I will always be the most effective at communicating my needs, but I will do my best not to hide them from you. This is...it’s very different for me.” He took a deep breath. “I’ve always been rather a disappointment. Too stubborn and outspoken for my mother, a poor example of a ‘proper’ traditional omega. Even my attempts at behaving simply seemed to make Peter angrier.” He shifted. “I know you are not like either of them, that you don’t expect subservience from me, but if there is something you want of that I ought to be doing, I would appreciate it if you let me know instead of keeping quiet until you’re upset with me. This is meant of be a partnership of sorts, yes?”
Stranger: *meant to be
You: Greg nodded. "You've got that right...not letting things build up and having those open lines of communication make up a healthy partnership." Greg held Mycroft's hand, watching him for a bit longer. "It's getting late, you know, and I shouldn't keep you out too long. Anthea'll come over and finish the job. She's quite protective of you, you know? Not that I blame her any..." Greg didn't want Mycroft to leave. He didn't want to stop their little date or whatever this was but he knew it was best. They both needed rest and Greg needed to take his medication again."
Stranger: “She would not dare harm you.” Mycroft replied, “She’s still breaking into giggles over you telling Peter the pup was yours.” He smiled reluctantly, “We both need rest, I suspect. Who knew growing a pup would destroy my ability to stay up late?” He stood slowly, “Can I do anything to help you? I don’t want you to overtire and pass out while trying to collect what you need for bed. After all, I’m more healed than you are, and I wasn’t shot either.”
You: Greg blushed at that. "I said a lot of things to him that I probably shouldn't have...including that but I just...I saw red as soon as he started in on you and I couldn't control it...." Greg shook his head. "No, no. I'll be fine. I'll just go in to take my medication and then I'll hobble to my bed and wrap up in this lovely blanket of yours." With some effort Greg was able to pull himself off the sofa. "You've been through a lot too, Mycroft, don't discount your own experiences just because you're more healed than me. You've had years of abuse. It's not going away over night." Greg walked with Mycroft to the front door. "Be careful going home. Text me when you get back to your flat, yes? Or I'll be up all night worrying."
Stranger: “Ah, yes. What was it? You were going to take me for yourself?” He smiled a bit, “More apt than you perhaps knew at the time.” He walked close to Greg, watching the man. “I must warn you, if you’re going to explode every time someone calls me a whore, I fear for your knuckles.” He nodded, reaching out to squeeze Greg’s shoulder. “Of course I will. And you are not to overwork yourself. I’ll arrange for meals to be dropped off. You get all the rest you need while you are healing.”
You: "Not everyone that calls you a whore has been physically, mentally and verbally abusive to you, Mycroft. It's much different with Peter." And it always would be. Greg would happily take a hundred bullets and a thousand punches if it meant that Mycroft would be safe. "Promise." He opened the door for Mycroft. "Night, Mycroft." He waited at the door until Mycroft disappeared into his waiting car downstairs.
Stranger: “Good night, Gregory.” Mycroft spent the trip home thinking about the discussion they’d had and the decision that had been made. It would take some work, but he could make space for Greg in the flat, as well as himself and the pup. His stomach clenched as he glossed over the awareness that Greg would likely leave once the pup was born and they were settled. As would be his right; Mycroft had no right to the Alpha, no matter how fond he was of Greg. When he arrived home, he texted Greg, not wanting him to worry. /Home safe. Pleasant dreams. MH/
You: Greg waited for Mycroft's message to come through before he took his medication and headed off to bed, having cleaned up their dinner in the living room. Over the next few weeks, Greg did his best to rest and not overdo things but he did eventually start cleaning up his flat in anticipation of a move. He figured he'd keep it for when Mycroft didn't need him around as much but he hoped that he wouldn't need to use it all that often. Mycroft visited a few more times and each time Greg hated having to watch him leave again. It was usually dinner and a bit of watching television or talking or just sitting together while Mycroft worked on his mobile.
Stranger: It took nearly six more weeks to get approval for his divorce and bond scrubbing, and each day that passed had left Mycroft more anxious and uncertain. He enjoyed spending time with Gregory, growing closer to the man, but he was worried that he couldn’t provide enough to make Greg’s offer of bonding worth it to the Alpha. The day finally came, though, and he spent the morning in the courthouse, signing paperwork and being injected with the chemicals to scrub the bond. By afternoon he felt a bit lightheaded and overwhelmed emotionally, both expected side effects. He texted Greg around 4 from work. /Are we still on for tonight? MH/
You: Of course. I want to hear all about what happened today. I've got all the stuff to cook a celebratory dinner.-GL Greg had been a nervous wreck the entire day waiting for some sort of sign that things had gone well at the last hearing. He was worried about what the bond scrubbing might do to Mycroft and the pup. He worried about how Mycroft would feel during their evening. Would he change his mind now that he was finally free of an Alpha? Greg wouldn't be upset if that was the case. Mycroft deserved some freedom after having been tied to someone else for so long.
Stranger: /I’m afraid it isn’t the epic tale you are hoping for. MH/ Mycroft arrived at Greg’s door that evening, carrying a bottle of wine for the man, as well as a bag with their dessert in it. Now that Greg no longer had to take painkillers, he suspected the Alpha might enjoy the chance to have a drink. He rang the doorbell, smiling a bit to himself as he waited.
You: Greg answered the door nearly immediately having been pacing around his tiny flat waiting. He smiled wildly seeing Mycroft. "Come in. Come in..." he stepped aside and took the items Mycroft was carrying. "Dinner shouldn't be long." Greg had healed up nicely now able to move around better and able to do more things without getting completely winded. He was still instructed to take it easy which meant that he started desk duty the following week. "How are you feeling? Excited to have everything behind you?"
Stranger: Mycroft followed Greg to the kitchen, sitting at the table and folding his hands. “I feel a bit off-kilter. Between the pregnancy hormones and the after-effects of the shot, I’m not sure if I want to cry or shout.” He smiled a bit, “It is a relief to know I am no longer connected to Peter by law or biology.” He rubbed at the base of his neck. “The doctor who administered the shot suggested that if we plan to go through with a bond, we do it within 48 hours, to lessen the possible risk to the pup.” He shifted. “I apologize. I know we thought we might have more time to plan.”
You: Greg was working at the oven when Mycroft mentioned the deadline for starting their bond. He set down the spoon he was using to stir the pot and turned to the man. "Are you sure you still want to bond?" he asked. "Now that you've finally got your freedom it might not seem so lovely to immediately have to be bonded off to another Alpha....not that I've changed my mind just so we're clear. I still want to do whatever is needed to make sure you and the pup are healthy...I just..." Greg shook his head for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "I've just been thinking about that a lot today."
Stranger: Mycroft shifted, resting a hand against the swell of his stomach. “I’m sure.” He said, “I...I cannot risk my pup’s life over something as trivial as the idea of freedom. I have not been free since I presented, Gregory. I’m not unhappy with the idea of being bonded to you. You’re very kind, very considerate. I trust you not to force me into an uncomfortable position.” He looked across at Greg. “I am willing to do anything to protect my child, and there are thousands of things more trying or unlovely than being bonded to you.”
You: Greg raked a hand through his hair. "Yeah, right. Good. That's good. We'll bond then. Whenever you're...ready." He wasn't exactly sure how the bond was going to work since Mycroft was already pregnant. It wasn't like they were going to share a heat together. It wasn't like they were going to be...overly intimate in any way. Greg imagined it would end up being more of a business transaction. He'd mark the Omega, they'd shake hands and Mycroft would leave. Christ, he hoped it wouldn't be like that.
Stranger: “It is not too late for you to change your mind, Gregory.” Mycroft said quietly, “I would not hold it against you. This is highly unusual, and I don’t want you to feel obligated because of our friendship or fondness for one another.” He looked at his hands, biting his lip. He desperately didn’t want Greg to change his mind, but he would feel wro mg if he didn’t offer the option.
You: Greg pushed away from the stove and padded over to where Mycroft was fretting at the kitchen table. "Hey..." He reached out and put two fingers under Mycroft's chin. "Myc, look at me..." he said quietly. "I'm not going to change my mind....I promise. I'm here for the long haul...I'm here until you don't need me anymore, yes? Whether that means that we scrub right after the pup's born or we wait until they leave for school or we...decide we like each other well enough to stay bonded...I'm not going anywhere."
Stranger: Mycroft blinked, looking back at Greg. “Very well.” He said, nodding a bit, “Thank you. I appreciate that, Gregory, more than I can say.” He shivered a bit under the intensity of Greg’s gaze. “Could we...after dinner, perhaps? I had my schedule cleared for tomorrow. I was not sure what might happen.”
You: Greg nodded. "I cleaned up my bedroom so that we could stretch out just in case we needed to. I read that sometimes those drugs they give you can make some Omegas nauseous or ill. And I thought since you still sometimes had a bit of an upset stomach with the hormones that being somewhere my scent is strongest would help with...everything. Or we could stay in the living room. Whereever you want..." he promised. Greg finished dinner and plated their food returning some time later to sit down across from Mycroft.
Stranger: “You’re very considerate, Gregory.” Mycroft smiled a bit, “That is extremely thoughtful. I’m sure your bedroom will do nicely. I cannot promise to be entirely calm or collected; it’s been 15 years since my first bond, and it wasn’t exactly a fairytale.” He shook his head. “That doesn’t matter. This meal looks incredible, Gregory. Thank you for this.” He smiled at the man, lifting his water glass in a toast to the Alpha.
You: "Well, I wasn't sure what type of fairy tale you were looking for with me as your prince charming so I didn't stuff my room with candles and flowers or anything...next time though. I'll have my stuff together a bit more." Greg picked up his own water glass and toasted the end of Mycroft's trial. "I'm saving the wine for a special occasion," he promised. "I hate to be the only one drinking and anyway tonight's...special." Greg relaxed a bit as Mycroft looked more settled during dinner. It was a nerve wracking situation for anyone but for them it seemed to be a hundred times worse. Not knowing what to expect didn't help things either. Greg only wanted Mycroft and the pup to be healthy after the bond was formed.
Stranger: Mycroft snickered. “Flowers and candles are unnecessary. I’m a grown man; I much prefer you on your own merits, Gregory. And you have many.” He smiled as they ate and chatted idly, enjoying the quiet mealtime with Greg as he often did. “Are you looking forward to getting back to the office?” He asked, “I’m sure O could arrange for a bouquet to celebrate your new attachment, if you think your team might approve.”
You: Greg nodded. "Definitely looking forward to getting back to work and a routine, you know? Though the time off has been nice lately....I started to get a bit bored not getting yelled at by your brother every day or being able to run through the rain and muck around the city. These dinners were really the highlight of my time off. Always gave me something nice to look forward to..." he chuckled at the mention of a bouquet. "They wouldn't know what to think. Can you imagine everyone finding out that we'd actually bonded. They might start believing that the pup really is mine."
Stranger: “Best not then. I don’t want them thinking poorly of you.” He stirred his fork across his plate slowly, focusing on the path. “I’ve made it known among my staff that you did not father my pup, and that you never behaved inappropriately. Only those who were privy to what you said to Peter, of course. You’re an honorable man, and I won’t have them saying otherwise, even in jest.” He glanced up at Greg. “What you choose to tell your colleagues is up to you, of course.”
You: "I wasn't planning to tell anyone because I thought it might look poorly on you. Implications of an affair, of carrying another man's pup while you were still bonded, a quickie second bond to keep things...safe...It didn't seem like it could do anything but slander your name." When they'd finished dinner Greg cleared the table and put the leftovers away. He left some of the pots to soak but washed the plates and cups they'd used. "Do you want dessert?" he asked Mycroft.
Stranger: Mycroft shook his head. “Best not. I’m unsettled enough without adding sugar on top.” He smiled a bit, “Feel free though. I brought that fruit tart you liked. I thought you might like something special, since this is a rather momentous occasion. Second bonds and all that.”
You: "I'll eat the whole thing if we aren't careful. It's absolutely delicious...I blame you completely for turning me on to that bakery." he teased gently. "I'll have some after we...you know..." he dried his hands off and made his way over to where Mycroft set. "Do you want to go and lay down for a bit before we bond? Not sure how nervous you are about the whole thing but I'm...downright scared."
Stranger: Mycroft’s shoulders relaxed and he nodded gratefully. “That would be appreciated. I’m extremely nervous. Logically I know you will not do anything to harm me or force me, but my brain seems intent on considering the worst that could happen.” He stood, slipping his fingers into Greg’s hand and squeezing lightly. “Lead the way. It is your room, after all.”
You: "You've had years of nothing but worst case scenario..." Greg reminded him as their fingers were laced together. "It's normal." He led them out of the kitchen and down the hall to his bedroom. He turned on the bedside lamp and motioned for Mycroft to pick a side. "I usually fall asleep on the sofa and then end up in the middle of the bed so I don't really have a dedicated side or anything." Greg let go of Mycroft's hand so that he could take off his jumper, struggling to get it over the cast that he was stuck with. "Not taking off anything else just didn't want to overheat or anything."
Stranger: “You’ll enjoy the bed at the flat then.” Mycroft smiled, “It was my uncle’s and it is rather enormous. Plenty of space for you to sprawl out if you wish.” He removed his own jumper and necktie, undoing the top two buttons of his shirt to bare his neck. No need to fumble with clothing later and spoil the moment. He laid on his side, watching Greg with a soft smile. “I suppose I needn’t worry. You’ll have trouble grabbing me with one hand.” His tone was light, clearly meant to put Greg at ease.
You: "I can't tell you how ready I am to have this thing gone.." he waved the cast around. "Do you know how unbelievably difficult it is to shower properly with a trash bag over your arm? Doc said I've got at least another three weeks before we can look at having it removed and even then I'll probably have to wear some sort of brace or wrap for a while after that...." Greg shook his head when Mycroft mentioned being grabbed. "I'm not a really handsy person like that..." he promised, getting into bed next to Mycroft. "I do like the touching and kissing and stuff but....I mind my manners."
You: (brb)
Stranger: “I never really suspected otherwise.” Mycroft murmured, “You’re a gentleman, Gregory. I know that.” He shifted, reaching out and resting his hand against Greg’s upper arm. “What qualifies as stuff?” He asked, voice full of humor, “Kissing, touching...is stuff the part where you eat crackers in bed and I decide if that’s something I can live with?” He bit his lip, smiling. “Your poor arm. Sacrificed to break Peter’s nose. A noble cause.”
You: Greg smiled over at Mycroft, chuckling. "I may or may not eat a biscuit or two in bed some times, yes...there's a lot of 'stuff' I like to do in bed...like sleeping or answering emails....working on cases...and some other things when the mood strikes. I can keep the biscuits out of bed though. Wouldn't want that to be what ends our relationship. You're not worth risking just for some biscuits." He nodded. "Does it qualify as prince charming material?"
Stranger: “It wouldn’t be. You’re welcome to eat biscuits if you like. I’ve dealt with far worse, and I wouldn’t want you to waste away.” He smiled, fingers stroking against Greg’s arm lightly. “It definitely qualifies. I’ll have your crown ordered immediately.” He sighed, shuffling a bit closer to Greg. “We haven’t talked much about...intimacy.” He finally murmured, “I suppose we ought to cover our bases before bonding.”
You: "I get to bond Mycroft Holmes and I get a crown?" he said absolutely elated. "I've really got the best part of this deal. All you get is a soppy, gray haired DI. Sure you don't want out before it's too late?" he let his arm slip around Mycroft's waist as the man moved closer to him. "Oh. Right. Probably important. I know you're getting sick of me saying this but I'm not ever going to ask you for sex. I can only imagine how Peter treated the subject and I don't want to come close to that, Mycroft. Would I like if we were intimate sometime, sure, if things progressed that way but I also don't ever want you to think that you owe me sex for agreeing to bond with you."
Stranger: “Don’t be ridiculous.” Mycroft smiled, “Frankly I’m still astounded that you’ve agreed to this, that you offered it. You’re a kind, wonderful man.” Mycroft pressed his forehead lightly to Greg’s, thumb brushing the man’s jaw. “I appreciate that, Gregory. You could never be even close to Peter, you know. He felt entitled to my time, my body, everything simply by virtue of being bonded to me. You would never do that. I cannot promise that I will feel comfortable with sex in the near future, but I know you will have urges or desires. I’m not against being intimate; I just don’t think I will be able to handle sex well at the moment.”
You: "I've been alone a long time, Myc.." Greg said softly, turning his head just enough to press a kiss to Mycroft's wrist. "I can take care of my own urges and desires without coming to you pouting about it.The only thing you need to worry about, ever, is your pup...especially right now. We've got to make sure that little guy or girl keeps baking in there long enough so that when it's time we get to meet them and spoil them rotten..." Greg sighed. "Intimacy after you've been so mistreated isn't going to be easy, Mycroft, you're going to want to have it and then not be able to go through it. You're going to panic if we start to kiss or have sex and have to stop. There are going to be days that you won't want me around. I get that. Doesn't make you a bad Omega at all. It means you're working through your past."
Stranger: Mycroft sighed, closing his eyes. “Logically I know that.” He admitted, “I imagine it will be some time before I’m comfortable even kissing you or having you hold me for more than a few minutes. I don’t...I fear that you will feel rejected. You’re giving me this gift, this chance to protect my pup, and in return I feel like I’m giving you nothing. It’s not about owing you, but it is about feeling like I am inadequate.” He let out a shuddering breath. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
You: Greg pulled back just enough so that he could clearly see Mycroft's face. He brought his hand up to brush Mycroft's cheek gently. "In all the years I've known you, Mycroft Holmes, you've never disappointed me once. You've been there anytime I needed anything be it for your brother or work or anything else. You also aren't inadequate. You're a brilliant, steadfast Omega who was dealt a terrible hand in life. You're giving me so much, do you understand that? You're giving me friendship...a bond...you're giving me the chance to experience what it's like to watch a partner carry a child. You put up with my stupid questions and you let me feel the baby...." Greg could feel the tears just beginning to sting the corners of his eyes. He blinked a few times willing them away. "All those feelings you have are valid, Mycroft, don't ever think they aren't....just know that you aren't alone in this."
Stranger: Mycroft closed his eyes, tucking his face against Greg’s shoulder to hide his tears. “Of course I let you feel that. If you could see the way your face looks when you feel then fluttering about...it’s astonishing. You’re so careful, so cautious about not making me feel cornered or unsafe.” He curled his fingers into Greg’s shirt. “I am so honored that you would share this with me, that you feel my child and I are worthy of your time and attention.” He sniffled, pulling back to give Greg a watery smile. “Apologies. I’m feeling a bit fragile; hormones and that. It’s a big night, after all.”
You: Greg returned his arm to wrap around Mycroft. "Poor dear, you're getting it from every angle...the pregnancy hormones, the chemicals to scrub your bond, anticipation of a new one...I'll make you a deal..." he rubbed the man's back. "You don't apologize for your tears and I won't apologize for mine, how's that sound?" He looked at Mycroft laying in his bed. /his bed/ and allowing Greg to hold him and protect him and barge right in without a moment's hesitation. Greg was so nervous about what was going to happen. There wasn't a fiber in his being that didn't want to bond with Mycroft but he was terrified for it. Somewhere deep down inside Greg worried that their bond would make Mycroft feel cornered. The poor man was being bounced around from bonds with very little say in the matter. "Last chance to change your mind..." he said as his arm stopped the circles he was rubbing on Mycroft back and brought it up to Mycroft's neck. Greg swallowed around the lump in his throat before he leaned in and sank his teeth over Mycroft's original bond mark.
Stranger: “Shan’t.” Mycroft murmured, “I’ve chosen you.” He hissed at the sharp prick of Greg’s teeth, though he relaxed at the flood of hormones released, recognizing the primal claim. He gripped Greg’s shirt tightly, a rush of fondness for the Alpha flooding him as readily as the hormones. “Thank you.” He said softly, pressing a kiss to Greg’s shoulder, the only place he could reach with the man’s teeth in his neck.
You: Greg heard the painful hiss that Mycroft made and felt the man's grip tighten on his shirt. He waited until his own rush of hormones nearly dissipated before he released the sensitive flesh of Mycroft's shoulder. Greg had to close his eyes as he pulled back and rested his head on his own pillow, dizzy from the rush of new hormones and scents and feelings. He was flushed, his skin tingling where Mycroft had kissed his shoulder. He didn't want to let the man go. His body fought against untangling itself from Mycroft. "Alright?" was all he could manage at the moment.
Stranger: “Mm.” Mycroft nodded, “It was rather intense, but I’m unharmed.” He touched the mark tentatively, wincing a bit at the tenderness. It wasn’t unexpected, but he’d been distracted from feeling the bite in his last bond. He shifted uncomfortably when Greg pulled away, feeling an unhappy knot in his stomach, a sense of wrongness at being separated from Greg. “Are you well?”
You: Greg nodded opening his eyes after a moment. "Just dizzy is all. You've got a lot of...everything...." he looked over at Mycroft who was frowning at him. "Will you stay for a bit?" he asked. "Here." In bed with him is what he meant. He half expected Mycroft to immediately jump up and leave the flat. "I can take the sofa if you want to be alone...might be best or I'll have you wrapped up in my arms again." Greg felt the tears stinging his eyes again, the lump returning, and the panic setting in. "I forgot how...emotional a new bond could be. I don't remember my first being like this...this is....better."
Stranger: “Of course I’ll stay.” Mycroft nodded, “I’m not honestly sure I can stand at the moment.” He sucked in a sharp breath, shaking his head and exclaiming “No!” He flushed, modulating his tone before speaking again. “I...don’t go, please. I’m already unsettled, being separated even this much.” He shuffled closer, pressing against Greg’s side. “Hold me, please.” His voice was quiet, pleading, “Just for a moment. I can’t bear it; I need you to touch me.”
You: Greg immediately wrapped his arms around Mycroft, holding the man close to his chest, and began running his fingers through Mycroft's hair. He pressed kisses to the top on Mycroft's head as they laid together. He shushed the man as Mycroft's own panic seemed to creep in. Mycroft felt absolutely perfect in his arms like he was made to be there. Greg knew without thinking on the matter very deeply that he was in love with Mycroft though he would be damned if he was going to say it out loud any time soon. "You're absolutely perfect..." he settled for. "Thank you for staying with me...for letting me...touch."
Stranger: Mycroft clung to Greg, letting the man’s presence and scent calm him. Some small part of his brain was alert, keeping watch for danger or the Alpha trying to hold him down, but most of his consciousness was simply wallowing in the safe contentment of being held, the sense of protection. “Thank you.” He murmured, “For holding me. Feels safe.”
You: Greg was thankful that Mycroft couldn't see his face. He didn't have many details about what Peter did to Mycroft during their bond and subsequent years together but he'd pieced enough of it together to know that Peter had probably forcefully bonded with Mycroft the moment their parents closed the arrangement. Thoughts of Peter holding Mycroft down during their encounters and Mycroft trying to get away made his blood boil. The fact that Mycroft thanked Greg for making him feel safe broken his heart. "You're always going to be safe with me." he promised the Omega. "Always."
Stranger: Mycroft smiled, hidden against Greg’s shirt as he gave a contented murmur. “Are you comfortable?” He asked after a time, “I know that we weren’t sure of what a bond like this might bring. S’pose you’re not feeling as much urge to get me with a pup, since there’s already one there.” His hand slipped up Greg’s back, petting the hair at the back of his neck.
You: "Quite comfortable, yeah...." he promised, shivering as Mycroft's hand found it's way up to the back of his neck. "No, the urge is still there....but it's..." Greg thought for a moment. What was he feeling exactly? "It's like being gone on vacation for a week and finally coming home to slip into your own bed. It's like putting on a pair of shoes that you've broken in well. It's like having a missing piece from yourself that you didn't know wasn't there returned. I want to pepper you with kisses and touch every inch of you while I memorize every freckle on your body but I also want to hold you right here with me until the world ends."
Stranger: “You’re a poet.” Mycroft chuckled, nosing against Greg’s jaw, “It feels...safe. Feels right, like this is where I ought to be more than any other place.” He listened to Greg, breath caught in his throat. “There’s a lot of extra inches with this pup growing.” He offered weakly, unwilling to admit how simultaneously arousing and terrifying the idea was, “You’d grow bored, dearest. And Sherlock would make fun of you for using brain space on memorizing freckles.”
You: "You're absolutely stunning with that round belly of yours, Mycroft, I could never grow bored with touching you or kissing you or anything else that involved you. Been imagining longer than I ever admitted to....getting to actually see it, well, let's just say you've got this prince charming tightly wrapped around your finger. You and your brother can tease me all you want about memorizing freckles or being a terrible poet or a hopeless romantic. It won't bother me...not when I've got this to look forward to." He brushed a hand over Mycroft's back as he held onto the man. "You're sure you feel alright? I didn't hurt you, did I? I've got some oionment somewhere that we could put on the bond mark if it's sore..I bet it'll leave a bigger scar than the first one."
Stranger: “You didn’t hurt me, Gregory.” Mycroft replied quietly, “Truly. You were very gentle, considering that you were biting me.” He touched the bite again, brushing one fingertip across it and shivering lightly. “I hope it does. It seems fitting that your mark be larger, considering it will be the only one you leave tonight.” He rubbed his face against the Alpha’s shirt, breathing in his scent with contentment. “I won’t tease, Gregory. I find it charming, and you’re not a terrible poet. It was a very sweet sentiment.”
You: "You keep scenting me like that and I'm not going to be able to hide the fact that we've bonded from anyone." Greg leaned down and pressed another kiss to the top of Mycroft's head. Not that he would hate telling everyone. At the moment Greg felt like shouting from the rooftops that Mycroft Holmes was officially his partner. "Sentimental and soppy, love, sentimental and soppy. You've been saddled with a hopeless romantic, gentle and charming and absolutely smitten with you."
Stranger: “My apologies.” Mycroft murmured, “I’m finding it hard to stop. It’s been a very long time since I’ve proper gotten to scent someone.” He flushed, butting his head lightly against Greg. “I could do far worse than gentle and sentimental, you know.” He yawned, the long day and rush of bonding leaving him worn out. “Would it be terribly scandalous if I slept here with you?” He asked, “I don’t want to leave you.”
You: "Never said I wanted you to stop. At the moment I want everyone to know that I belong to you, Myc..." Greg whispered. Greg was absolutely shocked when Mycroft asked if he could stay. It was probably the best part of anything else that had happened that day with him. "Of course you can stay here with me. Saves you from seeing a very weepy Alpha..." Greg would have asked again if Mycroft had gotten up to leave and while he absolutely would have let than man go he would have been absolutely wrecked to watch the door close behind him. "Rest, darling, I'll be right here when you wake up."
Stranger: “Belong to me...I like that.” Mycroft murmured, yawning, “Wouldn’t be right to leave you while we’re so fragile. Closeness is what’s best for a new bond.” He curled close against Greg, relaxing into the man’s embrace. “Thank you.” He said quietly, “So good to me.” He yawned and closed his eyes, soon drifting into sleep.
You: Every bit of it was true. Greg was absolutely Mycrofts now (more so than he had been before). Greg was already prepared to go through hell (and had) for Mycroft but now with a new bond pulsing through his veins, he was ready for apocalyptic conditions. It was absolutely terrifying to be so quickly and readily in love with someone especially someone you'd only really started getting to know. The bond pushed them together in a way that simply felt right and Greg was hardly going to question it. He tried his best to stay awake not wanting to lose the perfect little evening they were having but eventually he succumbed to sleep himself still tangled up with Mycroft.
Stranger: It was still dark outside in the wee hours before dawn when Mycroft woke with a start. His first instinct was to stiffen and pull away from the tangle of limbs around him, though he managed to calm himself enough to slip out slowly and avoid waking Greg. He slipped out of the bed and padded to the bathroom, feeling wrong-footed and unhappy as he moved further from Greg. Despite the lingering pull from his bond, he ignored it in favor of checking his new bond mark in the mirror and then going to the kitchen to fix a mug of herbal tea. He’d taken to keeping a container of the blend at Greg’s home, never knowing when the pup would unsettle his stomach and leave him needing the tea.
You: Greg shifted when Mycroft got out of bed but didn't quite wake up enough to register the world around him. It wasn't until he heard someone puttering around his kitchen sometime later that he woke up alerted to the fact that there could be an unwanted guest. When he found the bed empty of his Omega Greg immediately got up and went out to investigate. When he saw Mycroft (unharmed) alone in the kitchen he sunk against the door frame. Greg raked a hand through his hair. "This feeling of being pulled apart at the seams is going to do me in when you're gone." he gave a sleepy smile to the man sipping his tea. "Think it'll lessen the longer we're together?"
Part 2 below the cut.