#alphagreg

Stranger: Mycroft smiled, gesturing to a second mug and a plate of toast. “There’s plenty if you’d like some.” He murmured, “I imagine it will lessen in a day or two. This bond is non traditional, so it makes sense that the emotions and feelings would be different as well.” He watched the man for a moment. “Come sit by me; maybe it will help make you feel less at ease. I’m sorry I didn’t wake you; you seemed very peaceful, and I wasn’t about to disturb your rest.”

You: Greg padded into the kitchen and sat down beside Mycroft. "Best sleep I've gotten in a while post pain killers." Greg picked up the mug of tea and took a sip. Perfect as usual. He was quiet for a few moments as he picked up a piece of toast and munched happily on it. "Well, we've survived for the moment. I guess that's something to celebrate, hm?" he looked over at Mycroft hoping the man really was feeling better. "What's next?" he asked.

Stranger: Mycroft nodded, sipping his tea. “We’ll need to discuss living arrangements. If you’re still content to live at the flat with me, we can make arrangements to move your things in. Apart from that, I suppose we will be spending the day together so neither of us does ourselves a mischief because of feeling unsettled.” He smiled at Greg. “The weather’s meant to be nice; we could take a walk?”

You: Greg nodded. "Sounds like a lovely day." He was incredibly excited to spend the entire day with Mycroft. Maybe this was the beginning of something absolutely wonderful, something both of them had needed for a very long time. "I don't mind moving into your flat. Are you sure there's going to be enough room especially after the baby comes? I know we talked about having separate rooms for the foreseeable future but we need to make sure all the baby's things will fit with me there too. I can keep my flat so that way I only really need to move my close and some personal things over. Might be easier that way. Got to have a contingency plan in place for when I get in the dog house." he teased gently.

Stranger: “There’s enough room.” Mycroft replied, “There is an office space that isn’t necessary. I’m turning that into the nursery, and then the two bedrooms will be for you and I. It’s cozy, but not cramped.” He glanced at Greg. “You’re welcome to retain your flat, Gregory. I understand that you may prefer to have your own space. I will arrange for the rent to be covered, so you needn’t worry about it.”

You: Greg sighed. "Don't think that means I'm not serious about this bond." he wanted to make sure that Mycroft didn't think he was gone as soon as the pup arrived. "We're going to need to carefully consider all the options once the baby arrives. We can't scrub the bond too soon postpartum or there could be complications for you. I'm more concerned about /you/ needing some personal space away from me, yes? And the last thing I want is for you to feel like you can't escape me. You're not my property, you're not inferior to me, you're my friend and my partner now, Myc, that makes us equal. You've been through hell with your previous Alpha...we just need to make sure you don't feel backed into that corner again."

Stranger: “I didn’t think that, Gregory.” Mycroft replied, “I simply know this is unusual, and even committed, you’re moving into a space that was originally mine rather than ours or your own. It is not surprising that you want to hold onto your flat.” He patted Greg’s knee. “I know you wouldn’t bond with me unless you were serious about helping.”

You: Greg smiled over at Mycroft, slipping his hand over the man's as Mycroft patted his knee. "Sometimes I feel like you need reminding that you're in control of the situation now...and that we've got a long while to go before we can even begin to think of scrubbing the bond...if we ever wanted to that is..." There was a part of Greg that was hopeful they wouldn't ever scrub the bond. There was also a part of Greg that wanted Mycroft to experience what it was like to date and choose a partner because you wanted to not because you had to. "And I'm not going to let you pay my rent. I'm a big boy. I can pay my own bills even though I bonded into a wealthy family."

Stranger: Mycroft wrinkled his nose, though he nodded. “Very well. If you change your mind though, somply let me know. I’m happy to cover the costs.” He leaned against the Alpha lightly, nibbling at a piece of toast. “It seems hard to believe it’s nearly halfway through the time until we meet the pup.” He remarked, “They should be able to tell me boy or girl at the next appointment.”

You: Greg turned and pressed a kiss to Mycroft's temple when the man leaned into him. "Halfway there?" he asked. "Well, we've got a lot to do then. Got to finish the nursery, make sure your bag is packed, set up a little cot next to your bed...." Greg had made a list. An actual list of everything they'd have to do to get ready for the pup. He'd spent the majority of his leave reading parenting blogs and articles about what to expect during pregnancy and what to look out for during high risk ones just so he could be prepared. "I can't believe you'll already be able to find out..that's fantastic....I don't know about you but I'm so excited to meet the little bugger...." He looked down at Mycroft's bump when he said it. He'd even started buy a few things for Mycroft and the pup as gifts for the nursery. A few outfits, some books and things like that though he was trying not to go overboard. He didn't want the man fussing at him.

Stranger: “You’re almost more excited for this than I am.” Mycroft teased, “I can already see you with the pup in a baby sling, carrying them around at work while you bark orders at your team.” He appreciated Greg’s apparent eagerness for the pup to join them. He’d had some worry that the man might resent Mycroft or the pup, especially since it was technically the child of the man who had shot him. “The nursery just needs to be painted and arranged. I have all the furniture. I managed to salvage my grandmother’s rocking chair, with Sherlock’s help.”

You: "It's far more likely that you'll see me sleeping on the sofa with the pup asleep on my chest after we've had a late night snack. We'll be the picture of perfection..." Greg was happy to hear that Mycroft had gotten pretty far along with the nursery set up. "That's wonderful to hear. I should be able to handle the painting and set up of the furniture....which reminds me...I got you some things..." He held up his hand to let Mycroft know that he'd be right back before he disappeared into his room. He returned with two wrapped boxes. One contained this little cot and the other had the rest of the items for Mycroft and the baby. "Wasn't sure you were going to have a baby shower...or really when we'd be able to celebrate properly..." he set the boxes on the table for Mycroft.

Stranger: “I will remind you that you still have a cast on your hand.” Mycroft replied, “You’re welcome to help with the painting, but I’m not an invalid. I can do some of it.” He looked at the boxes, then back to Greg. “You didn’t need to do this, Gregory.” He smiled, “Though it is very thoughtful. Thank you.” He unwrapped the cot first, remarking on the practicality and thanking Greg again. He unwrapped the second package, looking at the books and the infant clothing. “A very fashionable infant.” He said, holding up a tiny pair of overalls patterned with bees.

You: Greg made a face at the man. "/You/ shouldn't be doing any heavy lifting while you're pregnant. The last thing we need is for you to become invalid." Greg was practically bouncing in his seat while Mycroft unwrapped the gifts. "The baby and I discussed making this easier on you for the first few weeks. The little cot fits right next to your bed with places to put wipes and diapers and things. So you won't have to go very far to change them or feed them in the middle of the night...." He reached into the smaller box and pulled out a little baby blanket. "This is one of my favorites..." The plush blanket was covered in tiny umbrellas.

Stranger: “Ah yes. You and the baby had conversations.” He smiled, “Can you convince them not to kick my bladder with such glee.” He looked at the blanket, reaching out to touch it with a soft smile. “It’s perfect, Gregory. All of it is. Thank you so much for this.”

You: "I've tried to remind the baby that they need to be a bit nicer to you given that you are doing them a huge favor by giving them a place to live for nine months but they're really stubborn..." he chuckled. "Do you mind that we've had conversations? Everything I've read says that it's good for us to talk to them while they're in the womb. This way they know who we both are....helps with bonding after they're born. Not that I'm going to bond with your pup or anything....it'd just be nice if they weren't scared of me when they got here..."

Stranger: Mycroft shook his head, reaching out to pat Greg’s cheek. “I don’t mind at all. I’m happy for them to talk to you, Greg. I appreciate the time and effort you are putting into preparing for this pup, and I love that you want to try and let them get used to your presence before they’re born. It’s important that they know you and are alright with you. What if something were to happen to me and I couldn’t come home from the hospital with them? They need to be used to you, content with your presence.”

You: Greg leaned into Mycroft's touch. "We're going to make sure that nothing happens to you and that you both come home from the hospital together." Greg didn't want to think about what would happen if Mycroft couldn't come home right away or worse didn't come home at all. He knew it was a needed plan. He knew that Mycroft had probably already updated his will and things to include instructions on where the pup would go in the event of his untimely demise. "Who gets custody if something happens to you?" Greg asked. "I realize that I might not want to talk about it but...we should"

Stranger: “Custody goes to you, now that we’re bonded.” Mycroft replied, “I texted Anthea and she is having my will updated. If you are unable or unwilling, she is next in line.” He glanced at Gregory. “I would understand if you didn’t feel willing or comfortable taking them if I died, but I trust you implicitly. You’re the first choice of guardian if I am unable.”

You: Greg couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Just we're bonded doesn't mean you'd want them to come to me especially since I don't really have any claim to them..." he began. "But I'd be absolutely lying to you if I said I wasn't relieved to hear you say that you want them to stay with me. I am absolutely willing, Mycroft, biologically mine or not...I'm in with both feet."

Stranger: “You have more claim to them than their sire.” Mycroft frowned, “Sherlock is not a suitable guardian, for all I love him. I would not subject another child to my mother’s idea of parenting, and Peter’s parents are no longer living, not that they are better than my own.” He turned, looking at Greg intently. “I would choose you for them even if we hadn’t bonded. I trust you, Gregory, with myself and, more importantly, with my pup.”

You: "You're going to make me cry again." Greg choked out barely above a whisper. Greg fought hard against the urge to wrap Mycroft up in his arms and plant a kiss right on those beautiful lips of his. He knew the man would hate it. Knew it would be a selfish, inconsiderate move to make especially while Mycroft was so unbelievably vulnerable. Instead, he gave Mycroft a barely held together, dopey smile. He hoped against everything that Mycroft wouldn't grow to hate his sentimental nature. "How about that walk, hm?"

You: (hey, I have to grab dinner. Might be a hot minute before I'm back!)

Stranger: “Poor sentimental Alpha.” Mycroft said quietly, smiling, “How difficult it must be, knowing that at any moment I could do something like making you guardian or allowing you to hold me and sending you into tears.” He leaned in, pressing a light kiss to Greg’s jaw before standing and grabbing his overnight bag from where he’d left it by the kitchen door. “Let me change into something I haven’t slept in, and then we can go.” He grinned after Greg before disappearing down the hall.

Stranger: ((Ok, NP))

Stranger: ((I have to run an errand for my mom, yikes. I’ll be gone a hot minute. If we get disconnected, I hope to find you again))

Stranger: ((Sorry))

You: (Hey! I'm back.)

You: Greg took a deep breath as Mycroft left him alone in the kitchen. He needed some time to collect himself after Mycroft's teasing and the kiss and just...everything. When he was sure his legs could hold him again he got up and cleared their mugs and the empty plate from the table and went to his room to change as well. "You've got to pull yourself together." He told his reflection as he stood in the bathroom. "You're absolutely impossible." He finished getting ready and returned to the front of his flat to slip on his shoes for their walk around the neighborhood.

Stranger: ((Back! Sorry))

You: (Hi!)

Stranger: Mycroft was waiting by the door, carrying his umbrella but dressed casually in trousers and a jumper in a forest green tone. He smiled at Greg, offering his hand to the man once he had his shoes on. “Shall we?” He asked, “I know it isn’t meant to rain, but better safe than sorry, yes?”

You: "I'd be concerned if you didn't bring that umbrella of yours...don't think I've ever seen you outside without it." He took Mycroft's hand as they left the flat, locking the door behind him. It was such a happy, domestic act just walking around the neighborhood hand in hand. That part had shocked Greg. He hadn't expected Mycroft to want to hold hands though it made sense. They were both still quite needy from the new bond.

Stranger: “Yes, well...I find it to be quite useful in a variety of occasions.” He walked quietly for a time, enjoying the warm weather and having Gregory close by his side. It felt safe, felt correct in a way that contact with Peter never quite had, and Mycroft was reveling in the happy sensation. He knew it was partially influenced by the new bond, biology urging him to stay close to the safety of his Alpha, but there was also the genuine warm affection he held for Greg from their time together.

You: "You never cease to amaze me." Greg squeezed Mycroft's hand as they rounded the corner. "So we've figured out our living arrangements, talked about the nursery...seems like we've had a pretty productive morning, I'd say. I'll stay packing up my things tonight to get ready..."

Stranger: Mycroft smiled. “Flatterer.” He said lightly, “We have been very productive. Finished most of our necessary tasks. You’ll have enough time for a nap this afternoon, should you desire.” He looked at the other man for a moment. “I should warn you, I will have to visit my mother before long. And she likely will learn that we’ve bonded. I will try to keep her away from you, though.”

You: Greg nodded. "Do you think that she'll be disappointed in what's happened? In your choice for a new Alpha since I'm not one who wants to rule with an iron fist so to speak?" Greg had considered that Mycroft would need to visit his family and tell them of what had happened. "Do they understand how horrible Peter was to you?" he asked. "You know I don't mind coming with you...you need someone in your corner."

Stranger: “She will likely accuse me of being deliberately difficult to drive Peter away. She may imply that I’ve no sense of integrity for rebonding so quickly. She will undoubtedly disparage the fact that I’ve chosen a policeman.” He sighed, “I don’t want you to have to be exposed to her. I have never been, and will never be, a good enough Omega for her standards.” He looked away, falling silent as he tried to marshal his words into something that wouldn’t anger Greg. “Her thoughts were that I need discipline, and if Peter left a mark or an injury after, it was because I did something to drive him to it.”

You: "Wouldn't be the first time someone thought I wasn't worth anything," he said. " I don't want you going alone. Whether you take me with you or you invite your parents over to our flat, doesn't matter. I just don't think that your mother needs to continue such speak so harshly to you and she won't listen to reason at all....but I could...it'd be nice to be able to praise you a bit."

Stranger: Mycroft bit his lip, shaking his head. “I don’t want her at our flat.” He admitted, “I don’t want her to snoop through our things and criticize the wall colors.” He sighed, squeezing Greg’s hand. “If you come, you need to promise me you will keep your temper. Mummy is a master at getting under people’s skin, and this isn’t like Peter.”

You: Greg sighed. "I wouldn't punch your mother, Mycroft, but I would definitely have words with her. Starting with the fact that her way of thinking is archaic and that Omegas don't need discipline. She may not be physically abusing you but speaking down to you...constantly criticizing you...it's just as bad, Mycroft. Someone's got to put her in her place, wouldn't you say?"

Stranger: Mycroft shrugged. “I suppose I’ve grown accustomed to her ways. I was an unexpected child, and then presented omega on top of that. She was disappointed.” He leaned against Greg as they waited at a street crossing, “To be honest, my worry has more to do with her saying something rude to you. If she is unkind to you, I may not be able to hold my tongue.”

You: "Don't worry about me...I've got a thick skin, Myc. I doubt very much that your mother could say anything to me or about me that I haven't heard before." Greg couldn't help but smirk at the idea of Mycroft not holding his tongue. "Maybe that's what she really needs...you standing up to her and letting your thoughts and feelings on the matter ring out. Your mother sounds like a bully, Mycroft, just like Peter was."

Stranger: “I suppose she is, in some ways.” Mycroft replied, “I know you’ve a thick skin, Gregory, but that doesn’t mean I will simply let her try to tear down my chosen bond mate.” He shifted, biting his lip. “She may refer to the pup as a bastard, because I am no longer bonded to Peter. Try not to snarl at her?”

You: "I make absolutely no promises on that. Any person who would speak about their grandchild like that needs a bit of a snarl." Greg turned and pressed a kiss to Mycroft's temple. "I'm sure that your mother will do a fair bit of tearing us both down once she's told what's happened between you and Peter and told about the pup. We'll have to both try and be on relatively good behavior."

Stranger: “Oh, she knows about the pup.” Mycroft said, “That is the reason I have to visit.” He smiled a bit. “You’re taking this all very well. I appreciate that. I will let you know when she tells me the date.”

You: "What is there to take poorly?" he asked the man. "Your mother hates the fact that you had a bond scrubbed because she thinks that Omegas are inferior to Alphas. Now you've got an Alpha who isn't such a...traditional Alpha. Seems quite cut and dry really." Greg looked over to Mycroft as they walked. "I look forward to it..."

Stranger: “This mag be shocking, but most people don’t like the knowledge that their new partner’s mother will likely insult them the first time she meets them.” He leaned up, pressing a kiss to Greg’s jaw. “Should we start back soon? I think we’re losing the sun.” He featured up to the clustering clouds.

You: Greg couldn't help but chuckle as they turned back towards his flat. "Couldn't be any worse than being insulted by your new partner's brother the first time they met. Something about being a pathetic excuse for a DI who wouldn't know his right hand from his left hand if they were both the same. I think I can handle your mother....I've had some practice with in laws, you know?"

Stranger: Mycroft groaned. “Oh Sherlock...he’s always been combative and inappropriate.” He smiled at Greg gratefully. “You’re being very kind, and I appreciate it.” He smiled. “It should be after we find out the sex, so perhaps there will be a name she can refer to the pup by instead.”

You: "There's something fun we can do with our time...choosing baby names." He said. "Well, you can choose the name...I can just lay with my head in your lap talking to the baby while you look through pages and pages of unique, old world names.... then we can make sure to remind your mother that it's a living being with feelings and needs and opinions all their own is growing in there."

Stranger: Mycroft smiled at the image Greg brought into his mind; listening to the Alpha talking to the pup as they sat together, feeling the warm weight on his lap...He blinked, eyes a bit misty from the wash of emotion. “I would appreciate your input on names.” He remarked, “I was actually thinking of choosing something that isn’t as...unique as Sherlock’s name or my own. This little one deserves something a little easier, since so much of their life is in upheaval before they even arrive.”

You: "Don't worry. Live will settle down in time for their arrival. Once they get here they won't have any idea that things were ever anything but this..." he motioned between them as they walked. "We don't have to tell the baby about Peter or about what happened before. Think the only other thing we'll have to figure out is what they're going to call me if I'm still around in this capacity. Should it be Uncle Greg or Gregory or 'the silly old man'....possibilities are endless really.

Stranger: Mycroft nodded. “I’ve no plan to tell them about Peter; when they’re grown, perhaps, if they ask about their sire.” He looked at Greg, shaking his head. “You’re only a few years older than I am, Gregory...you’re hardly ‘old’. I suppose what they call you will depend on whether we are still bonded when they begin talking. We have time to think about it, to decide on something you’re comfortable with.” He kept to himself the fact that if the pup chose to call Greg something like Papa, Mycroft wouldn’t protest at all. “I was thinking of...testing our bond, this afternoon. To see if the sensation of being pulled apart has lessened. I don’t wish to cause you distress, but I’ll need to know if I need to arrange for another day of leave.”

You: "True but I'm going to tell you now that if they start calling me Papa or Dad you'll never be able to get rid of me." Greg nodded when Mycroft mentioned testing the bond that afternoon. "Don't worry about me," he said. "We both'll have to go back to work so we might as well get used to whatever pain we're going to experience due to separation. We can still keep up our meetings, can't we? That way we all get the best of both worlds."

Stranger: “Oh no. However will I cope with an affectionate Alpha who respects my boundaries and knows how to cook?” He snickered, nodding. “We can keep up our meetings if you like. You’ll see me every evening at the flat, of course, but the meetings are normal for us, and it will be nice to get extra time with you.”

You: "I meant before I move in, Mycroft, before I get all moved in we won't see each other every day, right?" he questioned. "Unless you just miss me so much that you can't stand to be without me...." It was far more likely that Greg would be the first to cave but he kept that bit of enlightened observation to himself. "When I move in it'll be a lot of time we'll have together. Mornings before work...time after work...weekends and holidays..."

Stranger: “Oh...of course.” He nodded, “I suppose I wasn’t thinking of before. I can’t promise I won’t come over to spend some time with you. Perhaps not every day, but...the feeling of contentment is rather intoxicating.”

You: "It's part of my allure," Greg added. "You're welcome in my flat anytime you want to come over. It shouldn't take me long at all to finish up packing my clothes and things. I started the other day when we first started talking about officially moving in together." The got back to Greg's flat and the Alpha let them inside. "Are you really feeling alright? No negative side effects?"

Stranger: “I feel alright, Gregory.” Mycroft assured him, “I promise to let you know if I feel any adverse effects. At the moment, I honestly feel rather pleasant; content and safe.” He looked at Greg. “I know it may not last, but I plan to enjoy it while it does.” ((Do you want to skip ahead some? Few weeks maybe?))

You: (Yeah, that'd be great!)

Stranger: ((BRB, the dog is screaming at someone))

You: Greg nodded. "Best not to assume it'll change...there's really no reason to think you'll go back to feeling miserable." Greg fixed them lunch that afternoon before Mycroft left for a few hours to test the bond. Greg decided it was best not to tell the man just how much he missed him. Nearly a month later, Greg had moved in all of his clothes to Mycroft's flat and had started to work on painting the nursery during the weekends. He and Mycroft moved the furniture, fussing between them on where things should go like a properly bonded couple. They spent their days at work, their evenings having dinner together and lounging around on the sofa looking for baby names when they weren't both still finishing up that day's work. It was absolutely perfect for Greg. The sort of home life he'd always wanted with a partner but never got to experience.

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Stranger: Mycroft had never felt more content in sharing a home, even as a child. Greg was considerate and helpful, willing to work together with Mycroft to shape their home as they wanted it. They’d discussed hundreds of names for the pup but come no closer to finding one that seemed perfect, leading Mycroft to simply refer to the growing pup as ‘little boy’ after a doctor’s checkup that had left him in grateful tears. One Sunday morning he poked his head into Greg’s open door, face pale and drawn. “We’re expected at Mummy’s by noon. Are you ready to go, Gregory?”

You: Greg was tugging on a jumper when Mycroft interrupted him. "Yeah, just have to put on my shoes. What do you think? Do I look proper enough to hold your mother's tongue for at least a few minutes?" he turned so that Mycroft could get a good look at him. Greg had showered, shaved and picked out his nicest outfit for their lunch with Mycrot's parents. "You know we don't have to do this, Mycroft, you aren't under her control anymore...I'm not in her pocket, remember?" he said moving to stand in front of Mycroft. He reached up and brushed his hands over Mycrofts shoulders and down his arms. "Either way I'll be right there beside you."

Stranger: Mycroft was wearing a suit, carefully tailored to fit with the swell of his stomach. He looked Greg over, nodding. “You look lovely. She’s unlikely to find fault with your clothing.” He leaned up, pressing a light kiss to the corner of Greg’s mouth. “If we do not go to her, she will come here. And I couldn’t bear that.” He sighed, shifting. “I appreciate your support more than I can say, dear.” He straightened, pressing a hand to his stomach as the pup kicked. “The car will be here soon.”

You: "It's not the clothing I was talking about. People's first impressions of you is like ninety percent visual, isn't it? If I look put together and posh we might have a better chance of not having an argument within the first ten minutes." Greg leaned down when Mycroft stopped for a moment. "Little one...you've got to take a break. We're going to visit your grandparents and your mum is already under enough stress..." Greg brushed a quick hand over Mycroft's bump. "Into battle as Sherlock would say, mm?" They moved out of his room so that he could put his shoes on. He made sure to grab his things as the driver knocked on the door of their flat.

Stranger: Mycroft chuckled. “He’s being stubborn today; I think he senses I am worried and is responding to it.” He followed Greg, speaking quietly to the driver to give him the address as they walked down to the car. The ride was tense, Mycroft sticking close to Greg’s side as though unable to bear sitting alone. When they pulled to a stop in front of the house he was the first one out, picking up the bottle of wine he’d brought for his parents in an attempt to appease them. “Into battle.” He murmured to Greg, “Will you ring the bell? I ought to stand behind; start off on the right foot.”

You: "You'll stand beside me, Mycroft. Partners, remember?" It wasn't an order by any means, it was simply a...request. Greg wanted Mycroft beside him in everything else...it just made sense that that would carrying over into this. Greg rang the bell of Mycroft's parent's house and immediately laced his fingers with Mycroft's, giving it a squeeze. "Together." he glanced quickly at Mycroft giving the man a small smile before the door opened. "Good afternoon Mrs. Holmes. Mr. Holmes." Greg had to remind himself to be polite and mind his manners. Mycroft had been trying to teach him over the last few weeks to be a little less brash in his modern mind set but Greg proved to be nearly as stubborn as his partner.

Stranger: Mycroft’s fingers trembled a bit in Greg’s grasp, but he didn’t let go, letting the touch soothe him as he glanced over his parents. “Mummy, Father.” He said quietly, nodding. Mummy was in front, of course, looking the two of them over with critical eyes while his father hung back a step, smiling at his son and Greg. Father was a perfect example of a traditional Omega, of course; he never needed ‘reminding’. Mycroft sighed, biting the inside of his lip. He passed the wine bottle to Father as they were ushered inside, turning automatically to take Greg’s cost and hang it with his own. He turned back, only to find Mummy eyeing Greg once more. “So...you are the Alpha Mikey has decided to throw away family tradition and decency for? He always has been a troublesome child, but this really is beyond the pale.”

You: Greg didn't protest the way Mycroft took his coat or remained just behind him when Mrs. Holmes started in on him. Greg knew instantly that Mycroft got his fire from that woman. "If by that you mean the Alpha your son made a conscious decision to take for love, comfort, and safety from the manipulative, abusive, psychotic Alpha you originally bonded him to, yes. Greg Lestrade...." The Alpha stuck out his hand to the woman. "It's very nice to meet you." Greg could nearly see the smoke coming out of the woman's ears. "Mr. Holmes..." Greg moved around the woman as if to dismiss her negative portrayal of their relationship and extended his hand to the elder Holmes. "Mycroft's told me so much about you....it's really a pleasure."

Stranger: Mycroft struggled for a moment, but managed to keep his glee at Greg’s casual disregard hidden. He watched his father shake Greg’s hand and greet the Alpha, so caught up in seeing his partner meet the man who carried him that he forgot to keep an eye on Mummy. He stiffened when she gripped his shoulder tightly, a soft yip of surprise escaping him. “I shouldn’t need to tell you that I am disappointed you’ve taken up with a mannerless lout.” She snapped, “For your own sake, I hope that pup is Peter’s and not proof of whatever affair you and your...partner were conducting.” Mycroft flushed, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t sp..speak of Gregory like that, Mummy. He’s been very kind. He was willing to bond with me so that you’d grandchild wouldn’t be harmed by the bond scrubbing.”

You: Greg was chatting with Mr. Holmes about his line of work when he heard the yelp from Mycroft. Mr. Holmes quietly asked Greg not to get involved as it was simply the way their family worked. Frowning at the man Greg responded quietly in return. "It's not the way my family works." Greg turned around again and immediately put himself between Mrs. Holmes and Mycroft. "I shouldn't need to tell you how disappointed I am to learn that my partner's own mother would sell him off to the highest bidder like some sort of farm animal." he snapped back. "Peter was well on his way to putting Mycroft into an early grave with the way he was hurting him. Broken bones, bruises....If it weren't for Alphas like me, Mrs. Holmes, Omegas like Mycroft would never learn what compassion or kindness is. The pup in his belly may biologically be Peter's but don't you /ever/ mistake that man for his father. /I/ am that pup's father whether you like it or not and I will /not/ allow you to talk to Mycroft so rudely, are we clear?"

Stranger: Mycroft clung to the back of Greg’s jumper with one hand, bracing himself to haul the Alpha back if he needed to. This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted to make the man come; it was never going to end well with the pair of Alphas butting heads. “Miley has always been stubborn and unwilling to learn. If he earned a few bruises through his smart mouth and inability to obey, it is simply his own fault. I never had to discipline his father, and we’ve been married nearly 48 years. It wouldn’t hurt Mikey to toughen up and learn to accept his place in life.” She sneered at Greg, eyes running over him. “You’re a soft excuse for an Alpha, and I will /not/ be lectured in my own house about how I speak to my ungrateful child.”

Stranger: *Mikey

You: "There's nothing at all to learn." Greg corrected the woman. "Mycroft's place is at the side of his Alpha, not three steps behind in quiet subservience. He's stubborn and outspoken and absolutely perfect the way he is. His smart mouth and his 'inability to obey' it's what's kept him alive when Peter was repeatedly abusing him. It wasn't just a few bruises, don't you understand? It was broken bones and punctured lungs and falls down the stairs. It was concussions and beatings that left scars. Your son is one of the bravest, wisest people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. He's given me so much, taught me so much in the short time we've been bonded and I would rather be a soft Alpha than to rule with an iron fist any time someone put a toe out of line. You may demand blind loyalty and silent subservience from your Omega but I don't. Mycroft is my equal and always will be whether you approve or not doesn't matter but you will not speak ill of my partner no matter your feelings on our bond."

Stranger: Mycroft winced as Greg spoke, revealing things he’d kept hidden from his parents for years. He knew Greg had seen him once or twice lacking a shirt, when he woke crying out from a nightmare, but he hadn’t realized the Alpha had seen the scars. “Gregory, please...calm down.” He tugged lightly at the man’s jumper, “We don’t want Father’s meal to get cold. I’m sure he worked hard on it.” He didn’t dare look at his mother, who he was sure would be furious. She was used to being in charge in her home, and Peter had always been content to play the part of obedient Alpha son-in-law. Greg of course would not, nor did Mycroft truly expect him to. It wasn’t in the man’s nature to let insults about Mycroft slide off.

You: Mycroft pulled Greg out of his heated state enough that Alpha turned to look at him. "Love, it's alright, I promise." he reached up and gently brushed his thumb over Mycroft's cheek before pressing a kiss there. He turned back to face Mycroft's parents. "Apologies, Mr. Holmes. Mycroft's been raving about your cooking...it puts mine to shame, I'm sure. Can I help you with anything?" he asked the man knowing he'd say no. Greg had a feeling that Mr. Holmes was going to remain quiet throughout the meal, serving the Alphas before serving his son and then himself. He'd probably also be responsible for all of the washing up which Greg was absolutely /not/ going to stand for. "Shall we, Mrs. Holmes?"

Stranger: Mycroft heard his mother huff and storm off towards the dining room. He looked at Greg, leaning into the man and pressing his nose to the Alpha’s neck briefly to scent him. “Thank you.” He murmured, “That was very kind of you. I didn’t realize that you knew; about the scars, I mean.” He took Greg’s hand, tugging for him to follow. “Come, we can help Father carry the dishes out.”

You: Greg let out a shuddering breath when the woman left. He let Mycroft press against him and scent him, nodding. "She deserves to know that this started with her outdated rules," he said quietly before Mycroft tugged him off to the kitchen to help. He was glad to be of some use more than just starting arguments with stubborn Alphas. Greg helped Mr. Holmes with the dishes making sure to praise him loudly during lunch at how delicious everything tasted. Greg made sure to ask for more than one recipe, promising to keep the secret ingredients secret, hoping to let Mr. Holmes know how appreciated all his hard work was.

Stranger: Mycroft sat by his father, chatting quietly with the man whenever he wasn’t being chatted to by Greg. He watched as his mother fired question after question ag Greg, asking about his family, career, interactions with Mycroft, his first bond. She was clearly hoping the other Alpha would be tripped up, and Mycroft was quietly proud that Greg had no trouble keeping up with her.

You: Greg should have known that their lunch with his new in-laws would be anything less than an interrogation. He felt as if he was on trial for committing murder more than simply there for the Holmes' to get to know. "My parents passed a way a number of years ago and I certain miss them both. It's just my sister and I, she's three years younger." Greg went into more detail about his family knowing the woman wanted to know what tier of society Greg was raised in. "I've got twenty years in. Went into the force straight after University and been working my way up...that's how I met Mycroft actually...and Sherlock. We all work together at some point during cases...quite the family affair." he chuckled, reaching over to squeeze Mycroft's hand. "My Omega cheated on me repeatedly over the course of our eight year marriage. I respected her enough to let her go instead of keeping her locked up in a bond she didn't want." he said when asked about his previous partner. "Is there something in particular you're searching for, Mrs. Holmes?"

Stranger: “I simply wish to know why you, someone who knows the pain of an unfaithful partner, would put yourself in a position to be seen as an adulterous Alpha. Clearly you have no respect for your own reputation or Mikey’s. Not to mention the fast approaching bastard pup.” Mycroft dropped his fork, appalled at her words. “Mummy, that is enough!” He looked as shocked at his own words as his parents seemed, “Gregory has been nothing but kind and careful. Almost no one knows we are bonded, because he was concerned it might reflect badly on me due to leaving my bond with Peter. He suffered a gunshot because of his defense of me, and he is a far better man than Peter could even dream of being, not that he would.” He stood, setting his napkin on the table and pressing a kiss to his father’s forehead. “I’ll be in touch.” He murmured to the older Alpha before turning to Greg. “I believe we should go, Gregory.”

You: "People talk regardless of whether or not it's true. Mycroft never stepped out of the bounds of his contracted bond with Peter and I never stepped in them. My reputation can take it, I assure you." Greg's face flushed when the woman made a comment about the pup. He opened his mouth to respond but Mycroft beat him to it. Instead, Greg allowed Mycroft to stand up for himself ready to jump in if the Omega needed support which of course he didn't. He leaned over to Mr. Holmes as whispered something while Mycroft went off on his mother. 'You taught him well, sir', he told the man with a smirk. Greg nodded and turned to Mr. Holmes first. "Thank you so much for lunch, Mr. Holmes. It was lovely to meet you. I hope to see you again soon." Greg got up and pushed his chair in. "Mrs. Holmes," he said as he let Mycroft lead him out of the room. When they got to the front door Greg helped Mycroft into his coat before plucking his own off the hook. "Are you alright, Myc?"

Stranger: Mycroft was pale and shaking, jaw clenched as he tugged his coat on. His eyes softened for a moment as he looked at Greg and he shook his head. “That was horrendous.” He murmured, “I just...I need to get out of here.” When they were in the car he retreated to one corner of the seat, resting his cheek against the glass and texting the driver the instruction to take them home. He closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath. “I’m sorry.” He finally spoke, “This was a mistake.”

You: Greg knew he'd messed up as soon as they were in the car. Mycroft stayed as far away from him as possible. Greg didn't say anything until Mycroft spoke some time into their journey home. "Should have listened to you about not joining..." he said. "And you're not the one who should be apologizing. It's my fault things got so heated...I couldn't...play the part she wanted...couldn't just let her talk to you like that. I'm sorry I lost my temper..." Greg looked over at Mycroft. "I'm proud of you though, Myc, for standing up to her. The look on her face when you met her head on was...priceless."

You: ** You don't think she'll be upset with your father, will she? She's not one to...punish him, is she?"

Stranger: Mycroft looked up, wide-eyed. “Gregory...no. Don’t apologize. I understand why you wanted to come, and...you were magnificent. I’ve never seen /anyone/ challenge her like that. I couldn’t believe how well you did. And...given the circumstances, you stayed fairly calm.” He reached out, touching Greg’s hand. “She won’t be upset with father. And she won’t hurt him. For all her talk, she’s rather softhearted when it comes to father. She rather dotes on him.”

You: Greg laced their fingers together. "So it's just you that she takes her frustrations out on, then...and all because you're just like her. You know that's what that is, right? You're both passionate, strong-willed, opinionated people. You both like to be right all the time...She's a good woman if a little misguided in the way modern households should run. I'm glad to hear that she's nice to your father. He's such a wonderful man." He hesitated a beat, afraid to ask for the reassurance he desperately sought. "Promise I didn't upset you by the way I acted?"

Stranger: “I’m too much like her.” Mycroft agreed, “And then when I presented...it was too much for her. She was so disappointed that I wasn’t an Alpha.” He sighed, shuffling closer and turning to drape his legs across Greg’s lap, not quite on his lap but close enough to wrap his arms around the Alpha’s neck and press a kiss to his cheek. “You did not upset me, Gregory. No one has defended me like that...ever. You were very protective; it was very pleasant.”

Stranger: Mycroft glanced up at Gregory's appearance, a little startled at suddenly having him standing there, when headshots of others with short biographies all but littered his desk. He quickly tried to close the folder he was thumbing through, but one of the glossy rectangles caught the breeze and flew out, before slowly fluttering to land on the ground between Mycroft's desk and the chair Gregory sat in. He stood up, clearing his throat, and moved far quicker than usual around his desk to grab the offending item before Gregory had a chance to look at it. He knew that Anthea never announced Gregory anymore, but she could have at least kept him occupied until their usual time, since she knew he was looking through the files of potential suitors. He tried to keep any other sign of embarrassment from settling over his features, however. "I suppose there's a first time for everything," he drawled, to try to remain his usual self around the man.

You: "Looking at photo albums, then?" Greg said as he bent down to reach for the photo that had floated out to him. No sooner had his fingers reached the glossy finish of a handsome man then Mycroft had snatched it away again. Curious thing, really, when Greg was able to work Mycroft up into a control fluster. Greg, during their meetings, had come to learn Mycroft's tells. There was a slight panic in his eye before he would immediately jump into action to clean up the mess or divert attention somewhere else. The base of his neck would begin to redden to a soft, bashful pink that would creep slowly above the tailored collar of his suit. Most of all, however, Mycroft wouldn't look him in the eye. Greg returned to settle in his chair, crossing his legs. "Get on with it, then? Clearly not family photo albums. How long have you been looking?"

Stranger: Mycroft stiffened slightly, but he made his way back behind his desk, the expression around his eyes turning a bit hard. Was this it then? The man was certainly not as skilled in investigating as his brother was (or himself for that matter, but then no one was), but he was certainly better than the rest of the drones at New Scotland Yard. He had hoped that the man would have other things on his mind, such as Mycroft's idiotic brother, but instead the man had put his detective skills to work and put two and two together and now Mycroft had to listen to the man scoff and deride him for having to use services to find a mate, though of course Mycroft hadn't used a regular service. No, each Alpha and Beta in his files were already part of the British government, sanctioned by Mycroft's higher ups, and really the only choices that Mycroft had. They were, after all, the only ones who might be interested in wedding and bedding (as distasteful as that was) Mycroft Holmes; bonding with Mycroft would give them more power in the government, more prestige, and more connections. Mycroft knew he was hardly anything to look at, that if he didn't exercise regularly he'd gain every pound he lost and then some, and that his hair was receding at perhaps an alarming rate. Mycroft Holmes was not a catch. And he hardly needed an Alpha who was technically on his payroll pointing that out, thank you very much. "I hardly see how my personal life has anything to do with you, Inspector Lestrade," he stated pointedly as he tidied up his desk and slid all the files into a drawer.

You: Greg sighed. "Come on now, you know me better than that. I'm not judging you. Plenty of people use those sorts of services." he reminded the politician. "I bet those Alphas were all top of their classes, backed by Daddy's money. You'll do fine by anyone of them." he watched Mycroft carefully for another beat before he spoke again. "Your brother mentioned you were being pressured to find a mate by your superiors. I didn't just figure all that out from the photo. Though I'm sure, given enough time, I could have worked it out like you and Sherlock. I do spend enough time with the pair of you to come away with some skills, you know?" he chuckled. "And sadly I don't have much to tell you about Sherlock. He's been rather well behaved the past two weeks. Refused three cases, solved two active homicides, and five cold cases. He and John have been spending more time together than before. There'll be a happy announcement sooner rather than later if I was a betting man."

Stranger: Mycroft pursed his lips at the other man with a slight scowl. "My brother and his doctor have been together since his last heat. All the signs are there." He carefully sat behind his desk, though he usually moved to more neutral territory when conversing with the detective inspector, but today he wanted to remind the man that although he may be just an Omega, he worked hard to get to where he was. He would also need to talk to his brother soon as revealing personal information. Why the man continually told Gregory things was beyond him. And truthfully, Mycroft would not be quite so annoyed if his deadline for finding a mate was not coming up. He knew that if he did not pick someone in a few weeks' time, one would be chosen for him. He just needed something to give himself more time. "And for your information, I have no interest in bonding, especially not one of those power-grabbing idiots," he muttered. He knew that several of them did not personally agree with the Equality Act, and Mycroft had no interest in living through that in his personal life. Especially not when many others still turned a blind eye to violence against Omegas.

You: "I know you don't, Mycroft. I don't blame you." Greg began. "Having to...no! Being /forced/ to wed, bond, and bed someone you haven't had the chance to date and get to know." The detective shook his head. "No, it's not fair. It's not right, by any means." Greg sighed. "I'm sorry that you're being forced into such a situation. Maybe one day when you're running things you can repeal the laws that keep Omegas held to a different set of standards, hm?" Greg hesitated another moment as one of Sherlock's comments floated through his head. 'My brother has no prospects you may as well ask him.' It was Sherlock playing games as he usually did. Greg pushed it from his mind, stood up and adjusted the jacket of his worn suit. "Well, now that we've covered personal and professional matters I'll be getting out of your hair." Greg gave Mycroft another sideways smile before tipping his head. "I'll let you know if anything comes up with your brother. Good luck on finding a mate."

Stranger: Damn that smile. Mycroft hated that annoying thing. He wished he could order Gregory to never smile around him, but the man had a habit of breaking Mycroft's silent rules without realising it. The truth of the matter, and the reason Mycroft hated that smile, was because whenever it was directed at him, he felt a small floop in his stomach. He always called it indigestion. It was easier and safer that way. Gregory Lestrade was...not unattractive. Though his cheating Beta ex-wife had added a few more grey hairs to his head, he carried them with distinction and grace. He had a favourable physique, despite being behind a desk frequently, with just enough cushion to be comfortable. And his scent, when not masked by his special soaps and aftershaves to prevent hysteria among the Omegas he might help or aggression with other Alphas, was very nearly intoxicating. If one focused on that sort of thing. Which Mycroft did not. The problem, and the reason that the push to bond was so close, was that Mycroft's heat was coming up fast. He normally suppressed it, rode it out on his own, whatever he could to avoid it and the need he felt for an Alpha during those times, but he was getting on in years, and suppressing the heat for too long could be detrimental to his health. And smelling an unattached Alpha so close was...distracting. And then it hit him. Gregory. "Wait," he ordered sharply, thoughts and possibilities rushing through his mind. It might, in fact, be just what he needed to give himself time. "I believe I might have a proposition for you, Detective Inspector."

You: Greg had wished Mycroft luck and turned to start off through the same door he'd come when Mycroft called to him. Well, really it was an order. An order rarely given to him anymore by the eldest Holmes brother. Greg had had to straighten that bit out between himself and Mycroft. Greg didn't like to be ordered around by anyone much less a near stranger. Their first few meetings had been rocky, tense and exhausting for both parties. The pair butted heads more times than they actually got any work accomplished. It was until Greg had pushed back and quietly knocked Mycroft down a notch or two that the pair began to work together in harmony. After that Greg had been happy to meet with Mycroft, barring a kidnapping, and looked forward to their meetings. He removed his hand from the door knob and turned to face Mycroft. He tilted his head at the politician, trying to figure out what kind of proposition the other had for him. "A proposition for me? I've already told you. I'm not going to spy on Sherlock. I'll tell you what I know but I'm not going out of my way to dig up information on him."

Stranger: Mycroft snorted and shook his head. "No, this has nothing to do with my brother. Well. Directly, at least." He took a deep breath, hoping he could word this in such a way that the other man would be tempted by the offer, and more likely to accept. He knew the man's pressure points, being his job, his ex-wife, and his occasional financial troubles. "While I am certain you have no interest in forming attachments with anyone so soon after your divorce, I understand that what I am about to offer could hinder any such choice you might make on the subject." He stood and straightened his shoulders. "You are one of the few people not involved in this...issue of mine that knows of it, and one of the few I might be laboured upon to...trust with the knowledge." The next part was even more embarrassing, and Mycroft knew that it was a distinct possibility that Gregory might laugh at him in a moment. He'd try to remain professional, but it was still a possibility. "I am being forced to choose a mate, and my time for choosing is drawing to a close. I would like more time. My proposition to you is for you to...pose as my intended. Using the archaic bonding courtship between Alphas and Omegas, I may be able to hold off until after my heat, where I can then request more time, to soothe my bereaved heart after my intended decides they are no longer interested." Mycroft licked his lips. "It stands as this. I will pay you for time and services for you to pose as my chosen mate. You will make appearances with me, and whatever else relationships entail for public viewing. Through the courtship, it will help us to aid in refraining to have to be intimate, so you needn't worry about that, nor my heat. After which, we will have a public split, and we can go our own ways. Our meetings such as these wll have to be postponed until I have healed my broken heart, of course," he said sarcastically.

You: Out of all the things Greg expected from Mycroft /that/ was certainly not one of them. "You're kidding, right?" he asked in disbelief. He began to laugh at the idea that Mycroft wanted to use him to bide more time. Then he realized Mycroft wasn't joking and awkwardly cleared his throat as the chuckle died away. "Not joking, alright, then." A deep breath to settle the nerves and Greg leaned against the door. "I would like to start by pointing out that no one in their right mind would believe that I was able to seduce you into courtship. We're far too different, Mycroft, and I'm not on the list of pre-approved mates for you. Secondly, you talk as if I wouldn't be interested in you. As if no one would be interested in more than a marriage for political gain. I've been in a loveless marriage. I've been the Alpha who worked his arse off to provide for a partner who preferred any other bloke than the one she'd married. It's not the kind of life you want. It's not the kind of life you deserve. If you have to take a mate find one who'll honor you and honor your bond. Don't simply settle because the higher ups want you to." Greg stopped, watching Mycroft carefully. "If you think it'll buy you enough time to find someone worth having you, then I'll help you. But I'm not taking your money. I'm not an Alpha for hire, Mycroft. I can't promise I won't make a fool of myself trying to fit in at your parties and public viewings so you'll have to learn to be patient with me."

Stranger: Mycroft's expression closed off at Gregory's initial words, and when the man began laughing, he turned even more frozen. His neck, however, was flushed with embarrassment. He had expected this, after all. He pressed his already thin lips together before turning away to look out the window behind his desk. At least the detective inspector seemed to have caught himself. "The pre-approved suitors were only due to the fact that I had no one to offer to the list, so they made one for me. It would not be difficult to state that I was certain you wouldn't have me, so I never mentioned you." Mycroft rolled his eyes. "Or perhaps it's just a marriage of convenience for you. Whatever story you'd like to go with." He frowned at the man's other words. What did the Alpha mean when he mentioned interest. He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "If you remember your history lessons, courtships are only valid if the Omega is...previously untouched. In an Alpha's hind mind, the thought of taking an untouched Omega registers on a primal level. I know you, you know my brother, the logic of choosing you and not someone who directly works with me would make sense." He shook his head, turning to face Gregory, despite revealing more about his sex life (or lack thereof) than he would have liked to do. "That is the sort of relationship waiting for me, no matter who I choose. I don't have friends, and I don't have the...young age or allure that draws in most Alphas. I'm hardly the typical Omega." Mycroft drew in a deep breath, confused. "You need the money. I offer it freely for your time. If not payment, consider it...gratitude." He blinked. "So you agree to help?"

You: Greg was worried, for a brief moment, that he'd ruined any chance of salvaging the conversation or their working relationship when Mycroft turned away from him. He listened intently as Mycroft began to explain things to him that hadn't crossed the good detective's mind. No relationships, no sex, no experience of any kind and Mycroft was set to be married off to the first Alpha who agreed to the bond right before his heat. He gave the Omega an apologetic look when the man turned to face him. Leaning for another moment against the door, he considered his options. Agree to help and be shown off at a few events before being tossed in the gutter like before or refuse Mycroft's ask. He pushed himself off of the door and moved quickly to the other man. "You're the same age as me.." he began quietly. "You've got more than enough bite and allure and mystery to keep me hooked indefinitely. You're stubborn, posh, brilliant. You don't need reprimanding, you don't need to be coddled or doted on. I don't want you being taken by someone who isn't going to appreciate you. We may not be intimately close, Mycroft, but I do consider you a friend and a colleague. So instead of taking your money for a proper courtship...." he met Mycroft's eyes and smiled slightly. "Why don't you have me. If I promise not to force you into anything, let you have your work and your own personal space and you promise not to yell at me about leaving my wet towels on the bathroom floor and staying out too late...I think it could work out in your favor. What do you say? Fancy me as your loving, dashing Alpha?"

Stranger: Mycroft's brain shut down. When Gregory had first first stepped over to him, he hadn't know what to expect, and held himself stiffly. He was still processing the man's other words when the offer was tossed out. Gregory certainly couldn't mean all of that. Mycroft had to have misheard him, though he knew the likelihood of that being the case was dismal. "Have you..." Mycroft shook his head to clear it. "Gregory, I hardly think you're thinking clearly. You are...what many would term a catch. You could have your choice of willing partners, temporary or permanently." He studied the other man's face. What could Gregory gain from any of this? Certainly, he supposed, there would be prestige. Perhaps a promotion or two to be arranged for him. He'd have access to Mycroft's money and possessions. And he'd be able to have what Mycroft had just said Alpha's primal urges wanted; an untouched Omega for the plucking. He swallowed, nerves crashing into him. "If you bonded with me, I couldn't allow you to divorce me later, at least for a good long while. Past my need to be mated." He frowned. "And I don't intend to let you or anyone mate with me for offspring. I have no interest in children."

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You: Greg blinked at the politician waiting for a response. He could see the wheels spinning, the shock nearly over taking the man and the hesitation to trust him. He chuckled softly at Mycroft as the two stood close together in the over sized office. "I'm thinking perfectly clearly, Mycroft, I don't just go around proposing marriage to my friends. Even ones as handsome as you." He shook his head when Mycroft called him a catch. "No, sorry, you've got that bit wrong. I am certainly not a catch but I do alright for myself. I think we'd get on quite well for a couple with separate bedrooms, personal lives and all that. I'm not asking you to share my bed or every heat or bear my children. " he explained, crossing off the things Mycroft seemed quite worried about. "We're too old to play games, Mycroft, we're too old for children. Although I will warn you, I do like to cook so you'll have to suffer through home made dinners, not that I'll force you to spend them /all/ with me. One or two would be nice. Give us a chance to talk about things other than your brother. It'd give us a chance to get to know each other a bit more." Another smirk and Greg corrected himself. "Well, a chance for me to get to know you because I'm fairly certain you know everything about me."

Stranger: Mycroft swallowed, quite discomfited. When Gregory had entered his office, he had no idea he would ask him to pose as his betrothed. Much less, he never even thought of the possibility of Gregory asking for his hand in earnest. He pushed away the man's false flattery, hoping no doubt to get on Mycroft's good side with this whole thing, and instead focused on the facts. And then, of course, Gregory was mentioning separate bedrooms, which caused a soft release of relieved breath. Though he had perpetually teased Sherlock for his lack of grace when it came to intimate matters, the truth was that his little brother handled matters of the bedroom with far more ease than Mycroft ever did. It'd always been unimportant to him. Unnecessary. Outside of his heats, of course. He held back a small grimace. "I refuse to completely give up my suppressants. However, if you would like to give me a schedule for when you wish to share...intimacies...I'm certain we could work it out." And was he seriously considering accepting Gregory's offer? It was insane, to be quite frank. But, truthfully, it was Mycroft's best offer yet.

You: Greg narrowed his eyes at the man. Was he really so distrusting of the detective to inform him that suppressants were still on the table. "I'm not asking you to give up your suppressants, Mycroft." he said pointedly. "I'm also not going to schedule sex with you. That's not how these things work. You can't force them or schedule them or plan them out minute by minute. Relationships, of any kind, have to have trust and honesty. If you can't learn to do that with me you're going to be miserable, no matter how many concessions I make. I am not doing this..." he motioned between them. "For any sort of gain. I am not agreeing so that I can have the upper hand or back you into a corner or...or...what was it you said? My primal Alpha urges satisfied. The only heat we have to share is the one that seals our bond, however, if you aren't prepared for it I'm not going to take you to bed. I'm not in the business of deflowering reluctant Omegas." he scrunched up his nose at the idea. It was too much for him to think about. He didn't want to take advantage of Mycroft in such an intimate and personal way. "Why don't you think about it, hm? It's a lot to digest. We can talk about it later if you'd like."

Stranger: Later? Mycroft didn't know if he had time for later. The deadline was in a couple weeks, because his next scheduled heat was in a month, if not slightly earlier. Having suppressed it for so long, he knew there was every chance of it coming sooner than anticipated. One of the reasons his deadline was so soon, the other being that at least he was allowed to get to know his future bondmate before having to share his heat with him or her. "No. I agree. I agree to your proposal." Mycroft felt a little faint saying it, but he knew he had no other true option. "We can't fully bond until my heat to begin with," Mycroft added on, still feeling a little uncomfortable discussing his heat so much with other person, but needs must. "If, for whatever reason, either one of decides to change his mind, we can call it off." Which meant, of course, that Mycroft would have to make certain Gregory did not change his mind last minute, and end up throwing him to the wolves. Perhaps it would be wise to find someone for a plan B, which meant he still was not free of his deadline.

You: Greg shook his head. "Not going to change my mind, Mycroft." He sighed, letting his eyes study Mycroft's face a bit more carefully than normal. He needed something to go on, something to know about the man he would soon be married to. "I can't decide if I should reach out to catch you or hug you to make sure you remain upright." he teased gently. "You look terrified, embarrassed and like you're going to faint at any moment." Greg took a step closer to Mycroft but didn't reach out for the man. He paused for a beat and spoke quietly, his voice just above a whisper. "Do you trust me?" he asked the other man. A simple, yet loaded question. Mycroft had to make a decision whether to have a little faith or remain an arm's length away from the detective. Greg was a strapping, older Alpha who'd seen a lot of heartache and abuse over his years on the force. Murder, mayhem and mischief all rolled up into the last twenty or so years. "We'll let it happen naturally, if it's to happen at all. No schedules, no force. Just us, Mycroft. Just me. I'm a harmless, old, graying detective. If anyone's to be worried it should be me." he teased. "You could have my head if I stepped out of line. Cart me off to some secret prison to me beaten for eternity...."

Stranger: Mycroft balked. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been hugged, at least by someone other than Mummy. Oh Lord. Mummy. This time, a grimace did spread across his lips, though not because of any of Gregory's words. Mummy would demand to meet Gregory, just as she had with John. Christ. She might even want to invite Sherlock and John. He would not be able to handle that. No. If he was forced to cart Gregory to his mother, he'd do it alone, without his mocking little brother. He shook his head to focus in again on Gregory's words, replying them in his mind, since he hadn't been listening the first time. /Did/ he trust Gregory? Well. He obviously trusted him around his brother, which was perhaps the most important thing, so what was there to not trust now? Perhaps he didn't trust him with everything, but a certain amount of trust was given to the other man. He cleared his throat. "I do not distrust you," he said, which he knew wasn't the same thing, but he wasn't used to revealing things about himself, weaknesses or otherwise. "You're still my potential Alpha. According to some very important people in the government, that automatically makes you my superior," he said with mild disgust. He'd risen to where he was as an Omega before the Equality Act by making himself indispensable, otherwise he doubted it would have been allowed.

You: "Me as your superior?" Greg scrunched up his nose again before eventually stepping away from Mycroft. "No, I certainly don't like the sound of that. You can tell those 'very important people in the government' to shove off." Greg sat just a bit away from Mycroft on an empty corner of the man's grandiose desk. "Why don't you let me take you to dinner sometime?" he asked. "A proper date with just the two of us. No work, no interruptions, no prying little brothers." Sherlock. Greg realized as soon as he mentioned the younger Holmes that they may have a bigger problem on their hands. "Your brother is going to have a field day with this, you know? He's already taken to poking fun at me when you show up at crime scenes. I'm sure he'll be down right repugnant now. Always teasing me about auditioning for the role of goldfish or some other nonsense. Never did figure out what he means by it. I could just have you over for dinner. I can cook and show you I'm more than just a nice face to look at. How's that sound? Maybe this weekend when you're free? /If/ you're free."

Stranger: Mycroft was just about to ask why on Earth his brother would poke fun at Gregory when he showed up, when Gregory mentioned the goldfish comment. Oh dear Lord. Sherlock was more trouble than his worth sometimes. Yes, he was well aware that Sherlock would be a pain, but he knew that it would be more aimed at himself than at Gregory. He knew he'd be mocked by his brother endlessly, and he would no doubt ask Gregory how much he was being paid to bed him. Mycroft let out the smallest of shudders. But dinner. He, unfortunately, had plenty of spare time, as his superiors had all but put him on leave until he found a mate and sealed the deal with his heat. He had very few, very minor responsibilities until then, and honestly, he'd gotten a bit...bored. He swallowed down a case of nerves. "I suppose it would be...wise, meeting together to further discuss all of this. Expectations, demands, et cetera."

You: Greg sighed with a shake of his head. "One day you'll learn I demand very little of the people around me." Greg began. "Easier not to be disappointed when people don't live up to your expectations. Don't set the bar too high for me, hm? I wouldn't want to see this break up before it's already begun." Greg rubbed his palms over his thighs before standing. "Dinner, then. Feel free to pop over when you want. I've got the entire weekend off." He was rather excited about the prospect of being lazy for forty-eight straight hours. "Let me know if you have any requests too, for dinner that is. I meant what I said about wanting to impress you, Mycroft Holmes. You're quite the catch yourself." Greg flashed that smile of his before he turned to move around Mycroft's desk. "Night, Mycroft."

Stranger: Mycroft frowned after Gregory. He said he wasn't after anything, and then he said something to contradict it, because Mycroft knew for a fact that he wasn't a catch. Which caused his frown to deepen. He should not have had that second serving at breakfast. If he was to keep Gregory interested, he would need to keep his body mass down. He simply could not allow himself any sort of error with the man. At least, not until they were bonded, and Mycroft had a little bit of freedom left. Granted, being bonded once would make him less desirable as a mate if he ever found anyone who wanted him after Gregory left, but at least it would keep the jackals in office off his back for a little while longer. "Goodnight, Gregory," he intoned softly. He glanced at the work on his desk. It would have to wait. He had no idea what Gregory wanted to happen with the dinner, but he knew that he had to remain in top form. He needed to go home and exercise as much excess weight off as he could.