The Clever Brother

Chapter Two: You're invited

Honestly french class is my least favorite class. I love the language just not my teacher.
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Lestrade sighed looking over at Mycroft who was probably half as exhausted as him. They both lay in bed completely bare, Lestrade chuckled before turning and facing Mycroft. Before he could get his first sentence out Mycroft's doorbell rang causing a sense of panic to rush through the two of them. Greg quickly rolled off the bed along with Mycroft and they both started throwing on their clothes.

"Who's here." Greg whispered fumbling to button his pants.

Mycroft gave him an annoyed frown before speaking, "Do you think I would've invited you if I was expecting another guest?"

Greg gave him a scowl not liking how that sounded coming out of Mycroft's mouth. Like them being in a relationship was a nuisance. They both quickly fixed their wrinkled clothes, Mycroft sighed smoothing his suit vest. Greg sighed and rushed out of the bedroom and recovered his shoes from the living room floor his cheeks flushed. The doorbell chimed once again causing them to speed up their process. Mycroft grabbed a file and handed it to Lestrade for a prop, Lestrade sighed wiggling into his shoes making sure that his feet were secured.

"Stay calm and follow my lead." Mycroft whispered in Lestrade's ear, he then quickly shut his room door and rushed to the front door.

Lestrade nodded even though he knew that Mycroft had his back to him. Mycroft swung open his door and to his surprise it was Sherlock who looked rather displeased. Mycroft sighed and moved so that Sherlock could enter, Greg sighed shutting his eyes they were definitely busted now.

"And what do I owe the pleasure?" Mycroft spoke sarcastically.

"Mummy and father just sent me a letter regarding-" Sherlock stopped short when Greg came into view.

"Evening." Greg smiled awkwardly.

"What's he doing here?" Sherlock turned to Mycroft who didn't even bat an eye.

"We were discussing a case, if you must know." Mycroft crossed his arms over his chest, glad that they had cleaned up dinner before they had sex.

Sherlock studied the flat before blinking, "Really, which case?"

"That's none of your business, Gregory why don't we pick this back up tomorrow." Mycroft turned to his boyfriend.

It was a hint to leave and Greg knew that, "alright I'll see you two tomorrow."

Lestrade shook Mycroft's hand and waved a goodbye to Sherlock who nodded his head at the DI. Greg didn't know whether to feel annoyed by Sherlock or humiliated by the way Mycroft spoke to him. He dug into his pants pockets searching for his keys. His cheeks were a bright pink from this new found anger he felt from his boyfriend, the way Mycroft viewed their relationship continuously made Greg feel bad. Is he ashamed of me?

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Greg felt a heavy sigh escape his lips as he rested in his own bed by himself. His house was completely silent the only sound that was heard was his clock that rested on his wall. His room was dark and he found himself unable to sleep. The events from earlier rested in his head and he was getting more and more upset by the minute. He muttered something under his breath as he turned on his side, he was about to grab his phone and text Mycroft when his doorbell rang.

He brushed his blanket off and climbed out of his bed, his boxers hung low on his hips. He scratched at his bare belly trudging past his kitchen and making his way towards the front door. He checked in the peephole only to see that the person was blocking his view with his finger. He sighed and unlocked his door too tired to deal with this person's nonsense.

He swung the door open to see Mycroft standing there in his usual demeanor. Greg sighed and moved so that Mycroft could walk in, which he did without a word. Greg shut the door behind them and turned to look at Mycroft who's shoulders were now slouched in a more relaxed manner.

"Mycroft?" Gregory looked at him his lips now in a thin line.

"I'd like to apologize." Mycroft looked over at Greg as he slipped off his coat and hung it on the coat rack by Lestrade's door.

"It's fine." Lestrade didn't mean that, he was obviously upset about the entire ordeal from earlier.

"It's not, and that's why I'm apologizing you deserve better." Mycroft shook his head taking a step closer to the DI.

"Mycroft, I accept your apology." Gregory hummed crossing his arm as a chill passed through his body, "But I'm very tired so I think I'll just get some rest."

"You're lying again, you've been up all night." Mycroft deduced gaining an impatient huff from Lestrade.

"So?" He felt like a child and he hated feeling like a child.

"So, let me make you some tea and we can talk." Mycroft offered smiling some, "You are very stubborn."

"Fine." Greg muttered because tea sounded like a great idea at the moment.

Mycroft smiled stepping into Gregory's personal space and putting his hand on the small of Greg's bare back. He guided Lestrade to the kitchen pulling him close. Greg decided to embrace the warmth that came of Mycroft, but Mycroft pulled away as they got into the kitchen and moved around the kitchen like he had many times before. Greg took a seat at one of his stools watching with a soft smile on his face.

"Mycroft, are you ashamed of our relationship?" Greg blurted out suddenly, surprising himself and Mycroft.

"Of course not!" Mycroft turned to look at Greg a frown on his face, "There's just many precautions that come with this relationship especially with our jobs."

"But-"

"Gregory, you've made me the happiest these last two years and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you because of my career." Mycroft shook his head obviously troubled, "and for my family I don't think you'd want to meet my parents and Sherlock well he's Sherlock."

"I actually do want to meet your parents." Lestrade bit his lip, "Sherlock would only be upset he hasn't figured it out sooner."

"That is true my baby brother will be very upset about his lack of deduction skills regarding this relationship." Mycroft hummed, "I always was better at that."

Greg restrained himself from rolling his eyes at his boyfriend, "Honestly what's the worst that can happen if I meet your parents?"

"You'll like them." Mycroft went back to making tea he was obviously amused.

Greg couldn't tell if he was joking or not it was always tricky with Mycroft, "I can wait."

"Well you won't have to." Mycroft sighed knowing he was going to regret his decision, "Would you like to come home with me for the holiday?"

"Are you serious?" Lestrade perked up a smile on his face.

"Sadly." Mycroft grimaced but it went away when he looked back at a cheesy Greg.

"Great but I'll have to leave a little early, I'm going to my parents house-you're welcome to join me." Greg smiled.

"Well then I'll also join you." Mycroft put the tea in the kettle.

"This is going to be great." Lestrade felt his mood go up by a hundred percent.

He couldn't wait for Christmas now, he felt his nerves go all out of wack just thinking about meeting the Holmes. But then again Mycroft might be feeling the same thing about his parents. He was happy nonetheless he just wasn't sure how to express it just yet.