~Mystrade Oneshot Book~

~Twelve~

(based on a conversation/rp with TheBadassGeek hehehe)
(third person)

"You're an idiot."

Mycroft glanced up at the words, and was insulted to hear them directed at Greg.

He walked over, a cool glare directed at the other man. Greg sighed, grabbing Mycroft's arm and shaking his head.

"Don't make a scene," he hissed softly. Mycroft shrugged, his glare going even colder.

The other man shifted uncomfortably. Mycroft gave him a look that ordered him to apologize, which the man did. He then walked off, mumbling something.

"You git. It was fine." Greg shook his head, embarrassed.

"No one can call you an idiot but me," Mycroft shook his head.

"Its rude to glare at people in such a manner over a trival thing, Myc." Greg rolled his eyes.

"Its also rude to call a smart man an idiot." Mycroft countered.

"What, do you want me to run after him and say 'fuck off, mate, it's rude to call someone an idiot'?" Greg raised an eyebrow, chuckling.

"Oh god, this is why I love you." Mycroft laughed, shaking his head. Greg grinned, rolling his eyes again.

"Thanks for that, though." Greg hugged him, burying his face in his chest. "It was nice of you."

"Mm...well, you're my idiot." Mycroft murmured. Greg smiled, blushing a bit. "You're the best, Gregory. Remember that."

"Oh shut it, I am not!" Greg huffed with a laugh. Mycroft shook his head, cutting off any further protests with a kiss.