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“I hate this, I feel like I’m being bought out. I represent the British Government, how would they react?” Mycroft lay staring at the ceiling, ignoring the skinny body half sprawled over him. “Do you not think?”
“Go to sleep.” Came the replying soft Irish mutter. “We don’t discuss business in bed.”
“It’s been troubling me though.”
Jim groaned and rolled off of him, sitting up. “How are you being bought out? Through sex?” He looked indignant. “Do I tell you anything big in exchange for sex? Is this what you really think?”
Mycroft continued to stare at the ceiling, “No, but-“
“Do you believe that every time we’ve swore that we love each other it was all a lie?”
Mycroft blinked confused and then sat up. “Of course not!” He reached out for Jim’s hand. “James, I never expected this to happen, for our emotions to grow, even though we are so different.”
“We aren’t deep down.” Mycroft avoided his eye, staring down at their hands. Jim paused, “My.” He said nothing, “Mycroft.” He leaned over and gently tugged Mycroft’s chin towards him. “This, us, it’s important. Really important. My Holmes, you’re, my Holmes.” He gently kissed him on the lips. “Can we go to sleep now?”
Mycroft stared back at him emotionless, feeling lost and slightly betrayed by emotions. “I suppose.”
“You have something else in mind?” Jim raised an eyebrow slightly, “I thought we were just going to sleep tonight? I’d have had coffee.” Mycroft smiled, light finally falling back into his eyes. Jim was too good at making him react, he knew how to press his buttons. He still felt slightly disarmed by it. He was a Holmes after all and emotions and attachments weren’t their strong point.
“Yes, sleep sounds good.” Jim smiled, kissed him gently and curled up over him, dozing quickly off.