The Introduction

Mycroft's Thought's On Love

Mycroft had never in his wildest dreams thought he would ever find someone as special as James. The boyishly good looking man lying asleep on his pillow next to him in the private retreat Mycroft had chosen for their honeymoon made his heart burn in his chest. Love had snuck up on Mycroft late in life that was for sure.

'Caring is not an advantage' he had so often said to his brother Sherlock but he had never been so wrong. Mycroft enjoyed to gamble with others lives and play games with world leaders and people he was forced to interact with for government business on a daily basis. He had never though ever considered love. Love was the ultimate gamble. It was to bare your soul completely to someone you fully trusted.

He has flirted with the handsome detective inspector Greg Lestrade and found his company comfortable but something seemed strangely missing somehow. When alone with James his heart thumped in his chest. Even when he had Jim Moriarty in secret custody and they were torturing him he was keenly aware that what he really wanted to do was send everyone away and screw him senseless as passionately as he could muster. No, that wouldn't do, as he blushed deeply. Mycroft found it near impossible to stand in front of the smart younger brat without blushing.

Jim reminded him so much of his peckish little brother Sherlock. He had realized he had been highly jealous watching on video camera as Jim teased and flirted with Sherlock who looked back at Jim so confused and flustered. Mycroft had watched and laughed so hard he almost wet himself and could barely breathe. But the more he spied on them the more he himself yearned for someone to make his heart burn. To pursue him or be pursued.

Mycroft glanced at the sleeping genius next to him and felt so blessed. Yet it was a gamble, as he knew all about Jim's life and background. Mycroft whispered silently in his mind "Please don't ever hurt me, James".

James, whom he had consummated their marriage with, had made Mycroft's heart burst with happiness. He knew them both to be game players and was still so secretly paranoid. Could this be a game also? Why did James even find him so attractive? He knew he wasn't a fashion model as he had always battled weight issues and cravings for cake. But he dressed well, was well educated and cultured so he felt mostly satisfied with himself. He never understood why he was so determined to not surrender his heart to anyone though. He knew mum and dad expected him to eventually marry and possibly carry on the Holmes name by having a son. Mycroft had never found a woman he loved enough to have a child with. Mycroft loved his mum and dad and adored his brother Sherlock. But why was that brat born with so much charm and physical beauty. He also knew his brother to be emotionally damaged which broke his heart. Mycroft would give anything, even his life, to protect Sherlock. He had invested so much emotionally in Sherlock he put his own wants and needs aside.

Mycroft glanced lovingly over at James and wanted to wake him up with a kiss and make mad passionate love to his husband but sighed instead and let James get his beauty sleep. They were married now and had a lifetime in front of them to experience love to the brim.