The Thrill of the Chase (Johnlock/Mystrade Teen!Lock)

Chapter Two

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Chapter 2

Greg’s Point of View.

I walked into the assistant headmasters office, and closed the door behind me.

Mr. Holmes, or should I say, Mycroft, since we were no longer around others, looked up at me, with a startled expression on his face. “Gregory, what are you doing here?”

“He knows about us, Mycroft,” I told him, as I took a seat in a plush leather seat opposite Mycroft.

“Sherlock? Of course he does, he is my brother after all.”

“He told me to say hi to you.”

Mycroft chuckled, and shook his head. “That’s Sherlock for you. Always trying to be dramatic.”

“What are we going to do?” I asked the man opposite me, who sat there calmly.

“We continue along with our arrangement as planned. You keep an eye on Sherlock and John for me, and I will continue to pay you a meaningful sum of money to do so.”

I sighed. “You know that’s not the part I’m concerned about, Mycroft.”

Mycroft cocked his head to the side curiously. “Don’t worry. Our relationship won’t be revealed, and our safety not compromised. Sherlock wouldn’t do that.”

“It seems like something he would do,” I told him.

“No, he’ll use it as blackmail instead.”

Mycroft Holmes, the assistant headmaster and I had a secret relationship, that had been going on for the past year. If he needs something, I play school detective and find things out for him, in return for a reward… Of some sort.

“Come here,” Mycroft said, standing up, holding his arms out to me.

I stood up and went around to Mycroft, allowing his strong arms to wrap around my waist, as I breathed in his expensive cologne. I then tilted my head up, and he dipped his down, and we allowed our lips to gently meet.

My hand ran up Mycroft’s back and rested in his hair, as his lips gently travelled along my jaw line, causing me to quietly gasp. Mycroft chuckled against my neck, as he had moved down that way, and his hands travelled down along my arms to my waist.

Before we could go further, there was a knock at the door, causing us both to spring apart.

Smoothing ourselves out, I going back to my seat, and Mycroft back to his, he called out “come in!”

Mycroft’s receptionist, who I learned to be named Anthea, came into the room. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”

“No, no, it’s fine. What is the problem?” Mycroft asked, I could tell he was irritated even though he had masked it with his usual expressionless look.

“Your meeting this afternoon has been pushed forward, so you’ll have to leave in half an hour. Is that alright?”

Mycroft sighed. “Yes, yes, that’s fine. Thank you.” The woman left the room, and Mycroft sent me an apologetic smile.  “Anything about Sherlock and John?”

“Well, they’re friends now, if that’s of any use to you. Best friends, I would say. Why are you so concerned, anyway?”

“I am only telling you this because I trust you, Greg. You mustn’t tell anyone else. I fear my brother is going to become to attached to John Watson and will begin to get feelings for him.”

“Sherlock’s gay?!” I said in a loud whisper.

“Yes. I believe so. Anyway, I doubt John will return the feelings, and I think my brother will be sorely rejected, and I can’t have him falling back to his old ways.”

“His old ways?” I repeated as a question.

“Yes. Sherlock was once a drug addict. He used cocaine and heroin. We’ve only just got him off the stuff.”

“But he’s sixteen! How can he have already been an addict?”

“You know my dear brother, Greg. You know he has more experience with a lot of things more so than any other his age. I worry about him. Constantly.”

I sighed. “Alright. I guess I better get back to class now. I’ll talk to you later.” I squeezed Mycroft’s hand gently before clearing off to my class.

Sherlock Holmes, gay and a former drug addict. Wow. I guess there is far more than meets the eye with that genius prick.

I shouldn’t be mean to him. I know he’s had a tough life. And he’s my boyfriends little brother. I giggled to myself. Mycroft is my boyfriend. I still can’t get over that, and how lucky I am to have him. I grinned as I went into my class, and handed my teacher a note excusing my lateness before going to my desk, still smiling like a dork.