The Assistant Headmaster (Mystrade Fanfic)

Twenty Eight

My snort cut him off short. "Yeah, like you put yourself upon my ex girlfriend?"

The coach's eyes went wide as he stared at me in disbelief. "Y-you what?"

"I caught you in my ex girlfriend's room when I was still with her, and I saw the person's arse. And now I know that, Mr. Donoghue, that arse belonged to you. Interesting thing, isn't it?" I said the last part innocently, tilting my head to the side as though in thought, "That you're really not in any position to tell me what's right and wrong?" I let out a huff of laughter and shook my head. "Anything else you wanted to talk about, or is that all? I actually have other places to be. Oh - and by the way - you might wanna get a bum lift, it'd do you good."

I received no response and so continued on to my first class, leaving a truly shocked and possibly frightened coach in my wake. And I felt fine.

It was half way through the maths lesson when the call came over the intercom for me to go to the assistant headmaster's office immediately. Something told me that this time it wasn't to pleasure the man, but rather punishment for rugby practise. My heart dropped and I gulped, in much the same way as I would whenever I would see him, the almost-dangerous Mycroft Holmes, before I began... seeing him.

I got to his and Anthea's offices, and Anthea looked up at me as I went in. She didn't look envious as she usually did, yesterday's tensions wiped away, but now she looked sympathetic. "You can go right in," she said.

I gulped again and nodded. My voice was hoarse as I responded. "Thanks."

I walked into Mycroft's office and saw he cleaned himself up since the earlier morning. "Mr. Lestrade," he said as he crossed the room, passing me to close the door.

I nodded as he placed his hands either side of my head, his piercing his green eyes gazing into mine intimidatingly, and I swallowed hard.

"You're in a lot of trouble," he whispered roughly, his teeth grazing my ear. I shuddered a breath as he pulled back and walked over to his desk as though he hadn't just made my heart practically burst out of my chest.

I swallowed hard and sat down in the seat opposite Mycroft - or in this case, Mr. Holmes- and waited for him to speak.

"Some things, Gregory, shouldn't be vocalised to people. Not only does it create tension for yourself, but also puts others into a sticky situation. For example, me with your coach, Donoghue. And while he knows that you came to the correct conclusion yourself, he thinks I might've had something to do with it."

"Did he say that?"

"No, he didn't. But I can see it written in his face that he thought as much. However, he has practised this idea of secrecy and obviously understands - to some extent - the damage that could be done to his reputation and job status should he decide to vocalise the thought. See what I mean?"

I sighed. "Yes, alright. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. I get it."

Mr. Holmes lifted his head and smiled slightly. "Good. But speaking now personally, I am almost proud of you. He's a creep, that one, anyhow. It'd hardly be a devastating loss if he were to be fired for misconduct. Anyway, I was thinking, how would you like to go get ice cream tonight?"

"Tonight?"

"Yes, well-"

"What about the fact I've basically just been told off?" I interrupted, trying not to laugh at the change which was somehow such a Mycrofty thing to do.

"What? No, that no longer matters," he replied dismissively. "Yes or no?"

"Yes, absolutely. I am, after all, a slut for ice cream."

"Crude, Gregory," Mycroft tutted as he crossed over to where I'd since stood up and slapped my bum playfully, leaning in to kiss me. "But luckily for you, I find it to be unbelievably sexy on you."

"Hmm, I'm glad," I murmured against his lips. "I can keep swearing all day, if you'd like."

Mycroft chuckled. "No, at this stage that won't be necessary. I have a school to run and an English class to teach, and I'd rather not be sporting an erection. Wouldn't want to make the other guys and girls jealous, would I?" He winked jokingly, although in all honesty, probably all the guys would be jealous of the size while the girls would be jealous of the fact they weren't helping him solve his... problem.

"It would be rather chaotic, you're right," I agreed, cupping a feel of the already growing bulge.

Mycroft slapped my hand away quickly. "Behave," he growled lustfully. "Get back to class before I bend you over my desk."

"Maybe I should stay, I prefer the sound of that over going back to old Mr. Wilson."

"What's wrong with him?" Mycroft asked seriously. "Because I can and would fire him."

I shrugged with a chuckle. "Just the usual, you know how some teachers are. Also, he's nowhere near as irresistible as you are."

"I'm irresistible now, am I?"

"Well... your bum is."

"Cheeky," the assistant headmaster growled playfully. "Get out of here. I'll meet you by my car at about seven?"

"I'll be there," I promised.

And as I walked to class, it seemed as though the day was going to get impossibly brighter.