The Mask of Mycroft
Tak tak tak tak tak. Mycroft's keyboard clicked as he typed. He had been working all day for the past 12 hours, doing whatever he does in that office. Mycroft wasn't tired in the slightest bit, In fact he was as awake as ever. To be honest the man had no limits to how long he could stay awake without showing emotional effects. It's like he wore a mask over those emotions.
Except for when Detective Inspector Lestrade was around. Gregory and Mycroft had been dating for a few months now and Greg had chiseled most of the emotion mask away from Mycroft. But only when he was around and only when it was just him around.
It was the afternoon by now, or at least that's what Mycroft supposed it was. The thick oak wood door to his office creaked open and a head popped in. A silver haired head, Mycroft's favorite kind of head.
"You've been working all day Bunny." Greg said, stepping into the office and shutting the door behind him. Mycroft barely glanced up from the computer screen.
"Yes well London is important." Mycroft sighed, typing away. Tak Tak Tak Tak Tak Tak.
Greg rolled his eyes and walked over to his boyfriends desk. Papers were cluttered all over it and looked surprisingly unorganized for Mycroft Holmes. But papers were not very important for Mycroft, considering he had a mind palace.
"At least let me help you relax a bit while you work." Greg pleaded, stepping behind Mycroft's black leather swivel chair. Before Mycroft could protest Greg dug his thumbs into the back of Mycroft's shoulder, massaging.
"Oh! Oh Gregory! That's good!" Mycroft cried, attempting to still type while his boyfriend massaged his tense pretzel tied shoulders. It wasn't too long before Mycroft's long arms dropped in somewhat defeat, giving into the sinful movements of Greg's hands.
Gregory massaged for awhile until Mycroft was getting close to using his leather swivel chair as a bed. Greg decided to give Mycroft a little wake up and a way to lure him from his office. Slowly Greg moved down to massage Mycroft's sides, which got a long surprised gasp from Mycroft. Greg loved drawing these noises from Mycroft's perfect lips, but he had other things to focus on. Very slowly, Greg began to tickle Mycroft's sides.
"Grehehehehehg!" Mycroft broke out into giggles nearly instantly, causing a grin to spread on Greg's face. Greg moved his fingers on Mycroft's ribs as if he were playing piano, causing the younger man to hoot with laughter.
"Plehehehehehehehehease! Please Greg!" Mycroft squirmed and tried to escape his cozy chair. Luckily Greg had thought ahead and trapped him between his desk and his own dancing tickling fingers. Mycroft's laughter only rose an octave when Greg began to tickle his under arms.
"I'll stop." Greg began to bargain, "Only if you log off your computer right now and come home with me."
It only took seconds for Mycroft to agree and for Gregory to finally stop his torture. Tak Tak Tak Tak click. Now logging off. Thank you for using Mycroftsoft Windows 88.
The mask that Mycroft wore melted off as he stood up to kiss Gregory softly. Greg kissed back and smiled sweetly. The mask seemed to stay in Mycroft's pocket. Only used for when he needed to be over powering. Otherwise it was stuffed into his pocket. Never pulled out when it was just him and Greg.
"I love you Mycroft."
"I love you too Gregory."
And with that, the mask was stuffed into Mycroft's pocket.
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