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I'VE GOT YOU

Chapter 1 - Past

[Previously: Mycroft is rude to Greg in a school dance, regrets it, but gets overwhelmed ...]

Scene  2

Mycroft lay on his bed, eyes open, oblivious to Sherlock’s chatter. His mind was filled with spiky black hair and brown eyes, strong hands and roving lips.

“Mummy, Mycroft is dreaming about a boy!” Sherlock yelled as he ran out of their bedroom.

“I am not!” Mycroft retorted, regretting his outburst immediately. 

He knew it would only fuel Mummy’s curiosity.

Walking towards the kitchen, he thanked the stars as Sherlock got distracted with Victor who had just called with his mother.

Smiling politely at Victor’s mother, Mycroft walked to the oven, examined the pudding, then slid out into the garden.

for @markgatiss-dreamydevil and @chinike

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I’ve Got You

Chapter 1 - Past [Previously: Greg meets a boy during the school party .. x]

Scene 3

Greg pushed away Sally as he rose from the park bench with the words, “I’m not interested, sorry.”

“But you ate my face off during the dance!” Sally sounded almost in tears.

“I was drunk. And besides, I .. met someone. Someone I like a lot,” Greg said dreamily.

“You bastard!” Sally hit him hard and ran away.

Greg jogged out of the park back to his home.

He knew where the Holmes boys lived. It was just a mile away.

Greg simply had to have a glimpse of Mycroft. The boy had warned him not to approach him in public.

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Chapter 1 - Past

[Previously: Greg meets a boy in a school party, and decides to follow his heart x]

Scene 4

Mycroft had seated himself in the backyard with the hot pudding, wishing he had brought a book, if not to read, at least as a front. He could not stop thinking of the boy who had been so open in his affection.

Hearing a rustle in the bushes he had followed the sound to find Greg peeping. Wanting to reprimand him, all thoughts of anger and fear were replaced by pure lust.

Mycroft Lost himself in the kiss as his hands roamed to that bristly hair, his body slowly shifting from his side to over Greg’s who accommodated with enthusiasm.