#notinterestedinyourdivision

[asksylar]

((Guys, we need to do a post.

Because Sylar just wants Mycroft and Jim at once and like he said, he wants it which means he's going to do anything to make sure it happens.

But yes. Post maybe? I could start or something.

[governmentofficial]

It's Not Stalking If You Have A Good Reason // Mycroft^2/Andercroft Bromance Drabble

"Myc!" Mycroft said, rushing into his husband’s office, "Guess what!"

Myc sighed. “What, Mycroft?” He asked, sounding a little bored. He didn’t bother to look up from his paperwork. 

"Anderson and Donovan finally broke up." Mycroft said with a small grin.

Now Myc looked up from his paperwork. “Oh good. We didn’t approve of her, did we. Why did they break up?”

Mycroft shrugged. “I don’t know. He just told me that they did. He probably realised what a bitch she is and got rid of her.”

"Makes sense. So does this mean we have to watch him to make sure he ends up with someone nice this time?"

"Yes."

"How wonderful. Let me finish up here and we can go back to your office and watch your cameras to try and spot possible interest."

- - - - -

"There!" Mycroft said, pausing the video footage and pointing at the screen. "He’s looking at her arse."

Myc leant closer. “Mhm. Or is he looking past her? It’s hard to tell from this angle.” He said. He pressed the play button. The woman moved, but Anderson’s eyes didn’t.

"Damn. I was certain he liked her." Mycroft muttered.

They had been doing this every day after work for a week now. Neither Mycroft wanted Anderson to end up with someone like Donovan again, so they didn’t really mind. It was starting to get a little tedious though.

"Say, Mycroft," Myc suddenly said, "Who’s that coming out of Anderson’s office?"

Mycroft glanced at the screen. “That’s Dimmock. Remember him? I filled his office with chickens.”

"Oh yes. What if Anderson’s interested in him?"

"No, he can’t be. He told me he only liked women before. Anderson would lie to me about that."

Mycroft grunted, and played the forwards winded again. 

"There! I swear he just touched her boobs!"

- - - - -

"What about there?"

Myc rolled his eyes and sighed. “Mycroft, Anderson is not in love with every female pizza delivery lady who rings his doorbell.”

Mycroft folded his arms and pouted a little. “Well how would you know, hm?”

"Trust me. I know."

- - - - -

"Hello, dear. Seem anything yet?" Myc said, swooping into Mycroft’s office and planting a kiss on his husband’s cheek. He put two cups of tea down on the desk.

"Nope. Nothing yet." Mycroft said, picking up one of the teas and taking a sip, "It’s odd. He wouldn’t have broken up with Donovan unless he found someone else. He’s like that, as we know from his previous marriage. He didn’t break up with his wife until he’d been with Donovan for a while. So where is this mysterious woman?" He groaned and leant back in the chair, staring at the ceiling.

"Don’t worry, dear. We’ll spot her soon."

- - - - -

"Mycroft… Isn’t that Dimmock?"

It had been a month since the search for Anderson’s secret girlfriend had started now, and neither Myc or Mycroft had seen anything of her.

Mycroft rushed to the screen. “Yes… Yes it is. Why’s he in Anderson’s bedroom?”

Myc chuckled. “More importantly, why is he taking his shirt off and snogging your best friend?”

Mycroft’s eyes widened in surprised, and then he frowned. “I don’t get it,” He said, “Anderson isn’t gay.”

"Maybe he’s bisexual, or maybe he lied. Who knows?"

"Hm." Mycroft turned the screens off, not really wanting to see any more of the two men making out.

"So do we approve?" Myc asked after a moments silence.

Mycroft chuckled now. “Oh yes. He’s the only one, apart from you, he’s had to common sense to handcuff me when I’m being annoying. By the way, if you ever handcuff me to your desk again because ‘I’m pacing about the office too much’ I won’t be happy.”

Myc smirked. “Yes, dear.”

"But yes, we approve. Shall we go home then? We can tease Anderson about this in the morning."

"Come on then. Chicken for dinner?" Myc said, walking out of the office.

Mycroft smiled and followed him. “Sounds good. Oh, and Myc…”

"Yes, love?"

"Dips on giving Dimmock the ‘you hurt him and I’ll hurt you’ talk."

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"Working late again Fredrick?" Anderson glanced up as he heard a disapproving tut, "You will work yourself to death."

"I'm just trying to - "

"C'mon, come home love." Anderson turned to the second voice and pinched the bridge of his nose, slipping his glasses off and sighing, there was no way he was getting away with not going with them if it was both of them against him. He rolled his neck gently as he felt strong hands rubbing his shoulders and he closed his eyes.

"The two of you can't just take me away from these reports, I have to work out thi - "

"It was the wife's brother, kitchen knife, cleaned it and buried it in the garden. It was revenge and you're welcome now get up or I'll call George." Anderson stood instantly and nodded.

"Yeah, fine."

"And you'll go to bed as soon as we get in."

"After he's eaten."

"Yes, after you've eaten."

"Fine." Anderson huffed and pulled on his jacket, allowing Myc and Mycroft to lead him from the room, one man's hand resting on the small of his back and the other holding his hand tightly. He smiled to himself and let out a low chuckle, "But next time one of you are working late, don't think I'll let you get away with it."

[asksylar]

Jim or Mycroft?

Ohohoho, both. 

I am going to have both in a bed very soon.

[governmentofficial]

Differences // Mycroft^2 Drabble

"Mycroft," Myc muttered quietly, "What are you doing?" He had just woken up, and he had immediately become aware of a pair of hands gently stroking his back.

"I’m exploring." Came the reply, as Mycroft moved his hands from Myc’s back to his shoulders.

Myc frowned. What was his husband talking about? “Exploring what?”

"Exploring you." 

Ah. Now that made more sense. Mycroft fell silent, his eyes closed and he was just enjoying the feel of Mycroft’s hands in his body.

It was a good five minutes before anyone talked again. “Why?” Myc asked. Mycroft was prone to doing odd things, but they hardly ever happened in bed, and ‘exploring’ was never one of them.

"Because you fascinate me." Mycroft muttered in reply. He was concentrating on one of Myc’s hands now; stoking each finger and wiggling them around a little. "You’ve always fascinated me, ever since I first saw you. The man who is me but isn’t me. I’ve never been able to understand how that works."

Mycroft put Myc’s hand down and pulled on his husband’s shoulder, trying to coax him into turning over. Myc gladly did what he wanted and watched the other man’s face as his hands moved over his chest.

"What intrigues me the most is the way you look like me, but then you don’t. It’s like there’s some sort of basic template that we’ve both been moulded from, but someone’s made minor changes. Your hands for example-" Mycroft picked up one of Myc’s hands again -" They’re smaller than mine, but with longer fingers. Almost the same." He put the hand down and tangled his fingers up with his husband’s chest hair. "I’m hairier than you. Your facial hair is more impressive though. Mines scraggly, yours is magnificent. We have different shades of hair too. You’re short of lightish brown, but naturally I’m more gingery. I’m also going grey before you, but that probably has something to do with age or how stressed I am." 

Mycroft moved one of Myc’s hands to his waist, where he knew there were a few faint scars left over from the time he was held hostage but everyone thought he was dead. “We have a different lifestyles too, and you can see that on our bodies. I’m less careful than you. You can tell because I have more scars. I have them here, on my waist, and on my shoulder, and on my foot, and even one behind my ear. My wonky nose too. Yours hasn’t been broken; yours is perfect. Mine has been broken. I get into more danger than you. I think you also eat more healthily than me. You’re slightly thinner.”

"You can also tell about our childhoods. I’m taller than you by about an inch. I’m going to assume I was nurtured more than you were, and therefore I just grew more." Mycroft moved a hand to the side of Myc’s face. "You know, I bet if you look close enough, our eyes are different shades of blue. I haven’t been able to properly check yet, but I think your eyes are slightly darker. More deep. Your eyes are beautiful."

"You’ve been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you?" Myc said. His eyes hadn’t left his husband’s face while Mycroft had been talking.

Mycroft chuckled quietly. “Oh yes. And I’m only talking about physical looks here. I could go on about our personalities and how they differ all day.” 

"Tell me later? I would love to hear."

"Alright." Mycroft paused, and met Myc’s eyes. "May I continue with what I was doing before?" Myc nodded and Mycroft’s hands started to slowly move over his body again, mapping it out in his head as he worked out where the differences and similarities were.

At first glance, there were the same. But when you look more closely the differences become obvious. One one level they were the same. They had the same name, same brother, same job. On an another, more complex level, they were completely and utterly different, and Mycroft loved that.

[asksylar]

The fact Sylar actually has a list now means he's making progress with humanity

Jim

Mycroft

Sebastian

Sherlock

[asksylar]

The most terrifying sight to come with Sylar is his smile. You can always tell when it's that smile because it's really the only 'smile' he actually has that isn't for show(the only other ones are for his lovers- in which case really only Jim and Mycroft). It's not just his smile, it's his eyes that will always get you in the end because oh: He could easily hide every scrape of emotion he has and stay behind dead eyes, but he wants you to know exactly what he's feeling and that this is all just a game to him- your life, your friends and lovers lives- all just a game and he wants you to remember him forever this way. As the monster who smile as he tore out your throat.

And these are only the very few of them that show it, but just one look at his eyes and smile and you know there is just nothing left.

[asksylar]

notinterestedinyourdivision replied to your post: M!A: Carnage time assholes. For the next five hours the clocks are super loud and your hunger is at it’s highest. HAVE FUN MOTHERFUCKERS!

[/Raises a brow] Should I be concerned?

No, I have dealt with this for over 20 years now. It would just be highly intelligent to not be in the same room as me.