What if Mycroft is Greg’s “wife”?
(Hear me out)
When Sherlock tells Greg his wife is cheating on him, and with who, it is a different code word. Like they set up a system a long time ago to do it, cause Myc can’t always share where he goes for work or what he’s doing and Greg worries constantly so Sherlock gives him hints.“She’s cheating again”= Mycroft won’t be home when you get there tonight, he got pulled away on a mission.
“She’s cheating with the p.e. teacher”= He’s on the run, but alive.
“She won’t leave you, Lestrade, don’t be stupid.”= He’s okay and he loves you. Stop worrying.
“She slept with the grocer on her way home”=He’ll be home for dinnertime.All these coded messages so Greg doesn’t worry as much as he would with just radio silence.
All these coded messages, just to remind Greg that he is loved.
So… this was another idea I got in Seattle…
Proposition – Mycroft wants to watch Greg be taken. They know just the woman.
nsfw teaser below the cut
Greg groaned as Mycroft’s sure hand stroked him, barely even getting him out of his trousers. They were in the back of Mycroft’s car and Greg was trying to keep quiet; a hard task with his lover whispering in his ear.
“I love to watch you, Gregory,” he said softly, breath hot in his ear. “I want to watch you be taken.”
Greg bit his lip. “But who would you trust with me?”
“A good question.” Mycroft twisted his wrist, wringing a soft moan from him. “A woman, I think.”
Greg shivered. “I’d go for that.”
Mycroft’s teeth scraped his ear. “I know. I can see that it’s arranged if you like.”
Arching up against his hand Greg nodded. “Please. I’d love to do that. Love for you to watch me.”
“I’ll see to it."
Teeth and Temptation (9569 words) by janto321, type_40_consulting_detective [AO3]
Teeth and Temptation (9569 words) by janto321, type_40_consulting_detective [AO3]
Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade/Other(s)
Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Vampires, Vamplock, Vampire Mycroft, Dubious Consent, Alternate Universe – Historical, Alternate Universe – Edwardian, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe – Different First Meeting, London, Developing Relationship, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Pining, Hand Jobs, Vampire Turning, Blood Drinking
Summary:
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade/Other(s)
Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Vampires, Vamplock, Vampire Mycroft, Dubious Consent, Alternate Universe – Historical, Alternate Universe – Edwardian, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe – Different First Meeting, London, Developing Relationship, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Pining, Hand Jobs, Vampire Turning, Blood Drinking
Summary:
Greg never expected an encounter in the London fog to take him so far from the life he knew.
So type40consultingdetective and I wrote a vampire Mystrade fic 4 Chapters,will probably have the whole thing up in a week:
Teeth and Temptation – Greg never expected an encounter in the London fog to take him so far from the life he knew.
teaser below the cut
London 1904
Mycroft Holmes had lived a long life,or, well, afterlife, if one wanted to get technical. He was careful and cautious and wielded his great power with care. Right now he was in London, perhaps his favorite haunt, though he wished they’d come for a better reason. He’d bought a small but expensive home and dabbled in the mortal game of politics as his mood suited him. Tonight though, he was hungry and on the hunt.
Gregory Lestrade turned his collar up to the chill and hurried past alleyways on his way home. He’d been kept far too late at work, and while he wasn’t actually afraid of the dark, it was unnerving. He knew the kind of creatures that lurked; filthy criminals and ladies of the night and other things, things that didn’t have names or explanations.
Mycroft didn’t like drinking from junkies. They often reminded him too much of his brother. But desperate times and all that. He was standing in the shadows with his victim when suddenly through the London fog he was aware he was being watched.
Greg caught sight of a most suspicious thing, and stopped to check it out. Not his business, and foolhardy, most likely, but a posh man pushing about a street person didn’t sit right with him at all.
“Inspector Lestrade. Be needing any help, sir?” He spoke in a tone far calmer than he felt. His skin was crawling, and his slight shake wasn’t from the chill.
“Not at all.” Mycroft released his victim and watched the man stumble into the darkness of the deeper alley. This brave man before him would be far tastier. Something in those deep brown eyes called to him. “Mycroft Holmes.”
Wearing Kigurumis
Mycroft stopped short as he came into Greg’s flat. “Gregory…you are dressed as a cow.”
Adjusting the hood, Greg turned towards him with a smile. “Glad to know Sherlock isn’t the only observant one. My daughter’s kindergarten class is having a thing.”
“Indeed.” Mycroft looked at him a few moments longer. “Didn’t have a bull costume?”
“Figured you could wear that one.”
Mycroft’s eyes went wide. “Oh dear, I do believe there’s another invasion of Afghanistan to plan.”
Greg turned towards him and kissed him. “Never get involved in a land war in Asia,” he quoted with a smile.
“And never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line,” answered Mycroft. “Still I think I…”
“She’ll be disappointed if you don’t come.” Greg put the costume in his hands.
With a put upon sigh, Mycroft took it from him. “I can only assume the choice of costume means I’ll be topping tonight?”
“Moo,” said Greg, smacking him with his tail.
Day 10 – Animal ears
Predators and prey didn’t mix. This was common wisdom. A relationship between the two would only end in tears, if not worse. But Greg Lestrade, who’d been born of the wolf, had never met a more formidable rabbit then Mycroft Holmes. And Mycroft Holmes, with his stately ears standing tall, had never met a more gentle wolf then Gregory Lestrade.
Greg could tell by the turn of Mycroft’s ears that he was pleased. The day had gone well, then, the secret negotiations Greg knew nothing about. He watched his lover remove his suit coat and carefully roll up his sleeves as he came into the kitchen, eying the bubbling pot on the stove.
“Almost done, love.” Greg smiled. Wolves were not often known as good cooks either, but Mycroft had nothing but praise for him. After giving the pot a stir, he turned and kissed him.
Mycroft scratched just behind the silver ears, making Greg kick involuntarily. He chuckled as Greg pulled away.
“Oi, watch it or you won’t get any supper.” Greg waved the spoon at him.
Smiling, Mycroft fetched the wine and set the table for stew. Greg put the finishing touches and served it out, watching for the warm smile that would tell him Mycroft approved.
The rabbit took a few very proper tastes. “Excellent,” he said, favoring him with that smile.
Greg relaxed and started in on his own supper. Mycroft’s stew had a bit more veg and Greg’s had a bit more meat. But that was the way things were with them and if anyone were to question how these two were together, well, Mycroft would fix them with his withering glare and Greg would hold his arm and that would be all the answer they would get.
Greg let Mycroft into the flat. He smiled as he looked Mycroft up and down. “James Bond?”
Mycroft adjusted his bow tie. “No. Professor Lazurus. The Lazarus Experiment?”
Greg shook his head. “Going for the obscure Doctor who villains, okay.”
“Well who are you supposed to be. A big game hunter? Alan Quartermain?”
“John Riddell. Dinosaurs on a Spaceship?”
“That’s Eleventh Doctor isn’t it?” sniffed Mycroft.
“Still Doctor Who. Come on, we’ll be late for the con.”