Title: The truth will set you free
Author: chef_hector
Fandom: Bbc Sherlock
Characters/Pairing: Mycroft/Lestrade
Table: Relationship
Prompt: Truth
Rating: PG
Warnings: M/M relationship
Word Count: 549
Summary: Sherlock lets out a secret
Notes: Not mine. Don’t own them.
It was a few hours after got home that Mycroft returned home. Lestrade didn’t mind the odd hours the man kept, especially in light of the new information he learned today. Being a Detective Inspector, he wasn’t exactly known for keeping regular hours himself.
When Mycroft entered the bedroom, Greg couldn't do anything that smile. A big bright smile, so bright that Mycroft looked at him perplexed.
“Did you have Sherlock thrown in jail and not tell me?”
“No your brother is still out causing havoc. It was just…an interesting day at work.”
Mycroft made a non-commital noise as he undressed . Lestrade couldn’t help but watch the man. He almost seemed relaxed as he shed some of his layers, leaving only his dress shirt and pants on. Greg couldn’t help but wonder how many other people got to see this man this way, and after a few moments of thinking only Anthea came to mind. He would have to ask her about it.
It was different seeing Mycroft dressed in so little. Lestrade often looked at Mycroft’s suits as if they were his armor, making the man invincible. In the suit he was England’s protector, thwarting every evil plan including his brothers. When the suit came off the man was just Mycroft Holmes, a man worried about his baby brother and the love of Lestrade’s life. It was a wonderful thing to see.
Mycroft caught him watching in the mirror, bringing a soft smile to the man’s face and making Lestrade grin wider.
“So tell me about this incredibly interesting day. Surely the London criminals weren’t that easy on you.”
Lestrade frowned slighty. In his happiness to hear Mycroft’s secret, he had forgotten about the young woman whose murder set everything in motion. Mycroft laid on the bed next to him, waiting patiently for Greg to speak.
“A young woman was murdered. Your brother and the victim’s family arrived around the same time.”
Mycroft frowned and moved closer to Lestrade, offering his support.
“I am sure my brother didn’t make it easy for you.”
Lestrade shrugged and rested his head against Mycroft’s shoulder.
“He tried to question the victim’s family while they were looking at her body. I tried to get them away, and in the process your brother said something very interesting.”
“And what was that?”
With that Lestrade grinned and sat up so he could look Mycroft in the face.
“He said ‘Why he loves you I will never understand’. He was rather pleased to know something about you.”
When Mycroft stiffened, the smile fell from Lestrade’s face. What if Sherlock had been messing with him? What if Mycroft didn’t feel that way? He looked away from Mycroft and looked at his hands. What if he’s just ruined everything?
“My brother is right. I do love you Gregory. Much, much more than I ever thought possible. I understand if you do not feel the same way, and I would by no means hold it against you.”
“Idiot,” Lestrade muttered under his breath before pulling Mycroft down for a kiss. “You git. How could you not know I love you?”
Mycroft smile at him, his real smile. The smile that only appeared when Lestrade was around. He grinned and pulled the other man down for another kiss.