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Mycroft stood back as his brother proceeded to destroy the office. His staff had become accustomed to such outbursts these last few weeks. No one blinked or dared to interfere. When his brother had first received the distressing video message, Mycroft had been visiting 221B. He had distressing news concerning his brother and mate.
Sebastian Moran had been spotted in London. Mycroft was rarely one step behind (despite what his brother claimed) however, this time proved to be different. Mycroft sat in John’s plaid chair, as his brother answered his phone. “John, since you are getting milk why don't you also pick up-” His face paled. “John?” Sherlock looked over at his brother, the room flooding with fear and something else.
Mycroft stood up in response, his whole body tense. Sherlock pulled the phone from his ear and looked at the screen. Mycroft leaned over and the video played. At that moment it felt as if the world had fallen around them.
Now it had been two weeks and nothing. No sign of Moriarty, Sebastian Moran or John Watson. All traces of Moriarty just vanished into thin air. Even their informants had come up with nothing. Mycroft had anticipated some kind of negotiation from the mad Irish Omega, but there had been no contact.
Now in frustration Sherlock was taking it out on Mycroft’s expensive office furniture.
“He could be anywhere! The baby, Mycroft? John could have already had the child. What if we haven’t heard anything because he didn’t make it. Omega childbirth for males is dangerous! John isn’t exactly a big framed man. What if they are torturing him? starving him! Forcing him to do foul acts of-”
“Sherlock! You aren’t helping the situation.” Mycroft cut his brother off for fear he would be sick himself. These are all things his own mind echoed. His instinct told him that John wasnt meant to make it out of this alive. And after two weeks of searching, they should consider the possibility that the Omega was no longer breathing.
Mycroft blamed himself even if no one else was. He should have destroyed Moriarty when he had the chance, put him and his bad dog down. God only knew what horrid traumas John Watson was being put through or had been forced to endure.
~0~
John sank down into the warmth of the rather large tub filled with bubbles. He wished the bubbles were scented so he could at least wash and cover up the stink of Moran. John pulled at the tight leather collar around his neck. It was locked in place, a reminder that John wasn’t a free man. During the day he was allowed free rein of the spartan decorated flat. It was modern and comfortable, every window was made of bulletproof glass. Something John had tested out on his first day after knocking out one of his armed handlers. The door was locked and so John tried to shoot the lock when that didn’t work he tried throwing a chair at the window, it only bounced off. So did the bullets in the gun he had stolen.
When Moran finally broke into the flat after John had barricaded himself in, he shot the unconscious man John had knocked out. He took the gun from John and demanded he “Clean the mess.”
John glared at the taller man. “You clean it up.” John needed to challenge Moran as much as possible in front of his men. This could cause an upset of power, he hated the sight of the dead young man, a nameless Alpha that just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He wanted to see how far he could push Moran and as it seemed this didn’t rile the Alpha. Instead the neutered Moran had sworn angrily but had someone else clean the mess.
The blond Omega caught some narrowed eyes on the neutered Alpha, perhaps his plan was working. He wondered who would be the first to challenge the man’s territory. After the first couple of nights John was kept isolated from any of the men, except a very needy Moran.
NIghts, John hated and dreaded nights here. The bed was large and comfortable, the duvets soft and sheets of the expensive white silk.
It was Sebastian that made it a nightmare. The Alpha had made it clear that he and John would share a bed. As a security measure of course, he hadn't taken John’s bonding bracelets from him. Moriarty wanted them to stay put, John was grateful and suspicious of the reasoning.
The first night, John refused to undress, and Moran had overpowered him, stripping him completely naked before throwing a pair of pj bottoms and an oversized t-shirt with the words. Royal Marine Corps.
“Naked or clothed either way you will sleep next to me. It’s your choice John.”
John had bitten and punched and scratched his way to taking over the bed, No matter how hard John fought Moran was stronger. The Alpha would then postion himself behind the smaller Omega and rutting shamelessly against John. Without testicules it was a hopless thing but the Alpha would not be swayed, He would bite and lick all over John’s belly and thighs breathing heavily, searching for release. The Alpha aggressively ignored the omega’s challenging hiss and growl, spitting into his hand forcing John’s bottoms down Sebastian would force his semi hard cock between John’s thighs moaning and growling into the Omega’s neck. John swallowed back his own vomit remaining still afraid of being penetrated.
Always after Sebastian would lick the shell of John’s ear, panting heavily “ Until Jim can fix me, you will smell like me and you will accept this or, I promise you, pup or no pup, you’ll be on your knees sucking off my men and drinking their cum. while I have a wank. “ The bruises left behind were the only physical signs of their time together, that and the reek of Sebastian. It wasn't as strong as Sherlock’s but it was starting to become all John knew.
John shivered, lowering himself even deeper into the bubbles, his hands nervously rubbing his belly. He needed to get out of this place. He had less than a month before the pup would be born. He wanted to be back in Sherlock’s toned arms, needed to fill his lungs with the scent of his love.
There was a knock on the door, “Go away!” John grumbled.
“Omega, I have your lunch.”
“I’m not hungry.” John grumbled although the delicious scent of lemon chicken and curry waifed into the room. His stomach growled in response.
“Omega? Chef has chocolate truffle cake for dessert. ” The faceless voice sighed through the door.
“Oh, fine! Put it in the sitting room I’ll be out soon.” John pulled himself out, the ache of his muscles gone. He was in fact famished.
~0~
A WEEK LATER
Mycroft sat at home holding his son, the young Omega nuzzling into him. Greg was at work. This was a new thing for Mycroft to be home before his love. He had let the Nanny slash ex CIA agent, leave for the night.
The young Omega stared up at him with his usual scrutiny, emerald green eyes looked over his father’s frowning face. WIth a sigh, the boy wrapped his tiny arms around his father’s left leg. Mycroft allowed himself a moment from his dark thoughts and his constant flow of emails and voicemails. Without a second thought the ginger haired Alpha lifted the boy up into his arms, wanting to hold him close. Enjoying the sweet scent of the pup, a mixture of his own scent. It was amazing that a non blood related pup would easily take on his adopted Alpha’s scent.
“Da, lav.” The young Omega wrapped his arms around the British Government's neck and squeezed tightly. “Da. Fafa.”
“Awe, I thought I was your Fafa.” Greg chose that moment to return home.
Mycroft greeted his mate with a smile. “Fafa?”
“Oh, come now. The great Mycroft Holmes knows a million different languages but isn’t fluent in baby genius?"
Mycroft arched an eyebrow and patted his sons back. Yes, this was his son. Liam belonged to him as did Gregory.
“Oh, Mycroft. He’s saying he loves you. And Fafa means Alpha. Isn’t that right? My little genius.” The exhausted DI removed his gray jacket and reached for his son, but the pup only clung to Mycroft continuing to purr. “Well I guess we know who his favorite is. “ Gregory laughed softly.
Mycroft only held tighter to the child. He would keep them safe. No one would take Liam or Gregory from him. He would find John so Sherlock could hold his own pup and Mycroft Holmes would then see that all threats past present and future were neutralized.