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Greg's POV
The wedding is scheduled for Thursday the twenty-fifth of April in the morning. It is a massive affair with way more people than he really appreciates being there. Not that it is surprising since they have their families and many of the people that Mycroft is expected to invite for political reasons. Eric takes over security, much to MI6 nervousness. Not that the cobra cares, he has far better security clearance than most of them anyways and knows exactly what he is doing. Two situations are resolved without hardly anyone noticing, the benefit of having the cobra in charge of it.

There is a reception after the wedding, where even more people show up for Mycroft, and a few of his coworkers show up for him. The biggest surprises is when the Councils of both Jackals and Wolves show up. It does not take him very long to understand why, after all, he has married the brother to the Watson Pack Alpha, alpha of the strongest wolf pack in the United Kingdoms, possibly the strongest in Eastern Europe considering some of the members within it. It is just surprising.

Thankfully everything goes smoothly, and the few short hours between the reception and the pack meeting are filled with them looking over all of the gifts given to them at the reception.

"Why is there so much?" his husband inquires, hand motioning to all of the gifts scattered around their kitchen. "This is far more than we could ever need, and I can purchase anything we actually do need with ease."

Chuckling, he replies, "Gifts are always given at the recognizing of a bond or a marriage." Motioning to the stuff, "We have children, and our eldest will end up with a pile like this in the not too distant future. On the plus side, at the official bonding tonight there will be lots of food instead of gifts."

"Hmmmmm." His love responds, eying the pile, before going still and glancing up at him, "The girl, I never did ask what my status with them is as far as the pack is concerned."

"You're their second parent, not step-parent, within the packs there is no such thing as step parent since relationships do not end normally and when one parent dies, it is rare for the remaining parent to marry someone new." He explains, not sure that Mycroft fully understands. "As far as the clans, which is what all types of shifters or gifted together are called, care their birth mother was a carrier but is not their mother. She is no longer a member of any clan and never can be again."

"Really?" his husband queries.

"Yes, really, you're their second parent." He answers, "You and the girls will develop your own relationship over time. Though I have to ask, did you think Sofia chosen to call you the French word for father for no reason?"

"Père," his husband repeats, "That is a good point, I had not considered that."

"Well silly, you're a genius but there are some things you are just not used to, family life is one of them." He tells his love, kissing him gently on the lips.

Mycroft smiles but doesn't answer, instead he just kisses him back before going back to eying the pile.

"Eric didn't give us anything," his husband suddenly remarks.

Groaning, he rubs the back of his neck as he glances about, "Actually he did. Jackass."

"Why is he a jackass?" his lover queries.

"Because he signed over the house and waived the contract between us," he replies with another groan.

"Why?"

"Because he never actually wanted to accept money in the first place, he's sworn to protect children, as far as he cares, giving me this house would have protected them. I wouldn't have accepted it as a gift at that point, particularly not when I was so new to the pack. Now? No way not to accept it since a house is a traditional gift from the head of the line, and technically he counts as the head of our line as the eldest shifter in the family. So he is a jackass." He grumbles as he explains.

His husband looks like he is thinking something through but does not actually say anything.

"Wow, that's a lotta stuff," his youngest declares as she comes prancing in, "By cobra traditions head of the family is Chare. He just did it because he'd rather not make money off of family while letting you not feel like a mooch." She explains without taking a breath, before continuing on, "You're right though, he would have given us the house when we first joined had you let him, wouldn't have blinked. I think Aidan said he has four or five of them, inherited when his family was killed, neither of them use any for them. He has them cleaned by a human cleaning staff that he pays good money to take care of it, but doesn't go near them as a rule."

He flinches at that bald faced reminder of what had happened to the previous family. Even though he knows they weren't here during it, he would have hated to be the one who had to clean out all of the family items. No his mind is not going to go to what he would do if that was his family.

You would do the same thing he did, hunt them down and execute them. His middle daughter announces as she enters the room still dressed in her wedding finery. That is if Mycroft has not beat you to the punch. But we are going to ignore that little detail. Your wedding was beautiful Daddy.

Walking over to his gifted daughter, he gently presses his lips to her forehead, "Thank you Madeline."

She smiles at him, hugging him before turning to his love with a questioning look. There were some things she almost always asked permission from people before doing. Hugging is one of those things. Since she does not like random hugs, though she accepts them from her younger sister, she asks people before touching them.

Mycroft nods, a small smile playing at the edge of his lips.

Smiling back, his black haired daughter hugs his new husband. The expression that briefly crosses the politician's face tells him that she has said something to him privately, but it is not something he plans to ask.

"You are being way to serious for your wedding day," his eldest announces as she enters the room, despite her words she is beaming.

"He's always serious, I don't know if you noticed," he replies with a straight face.

"Right, and you're always a model of truthfulness." She retorts with a chuckle. "Do we have any plans between now and when we go to the pack home? The two of you got everything ready for the honeymoon? Looking forward to an entire week of no kids, mind readers, or people who can smell what's going on?" She fires off in rapid succession. "I'm happy for you, Daddy, you two work wonderfully together," she whispers in his ear. Turning to his husband, she gives him a hug without actually waiting for him to say it's alright.

"We packed last night," he replies, "You sure that you will be alright for the week?"

"I'll have the car." his eldest answer before motioning to his middle daughter, "She's a telepath who can reach any member of the pack needed to deal with any situation." Then motioning to his youngest daughter, "She's got the type of lungs that can bring the roof down if need be. We'll be fine."

He smiles at her, understanding that she is just trying to reassure him, but he is her dad first, and worrying is part of that.

"Shall we look through this mess during the time between now and when we are to head to the pack home?" he suggests with a chuckle.

His husband looks a bit overwhelmed at the pile of gifts.

"Don't worry, Pѐre, we'll help you with this pile. Shifters do not give presents and gifts with the same expectations as most humans," his youngest remarks with a smile. "Presents from packmates are always great. Unlike humans, presents from packmates are just gifts. There is not the same type of expectations as with humans." She continues, heading into the kitchen half of the room, "A human gives a gift and they expect you to thank them and like it even if you don't, a shifter gives a gift, that's that. They may like thanks, but only if it is something you truly like. Example: Uncle will not expect Daddy to thank him, particularly since he knows he annoyed Daddy with that action, but thanks are not why it was done." She tilts her head, grabbing the kettle to fill with water. "That aspect of human gift giving has always confused me. Shifters are better they expect that any unwanted or unliked gifts are going to be given to someone else who would need them or want them."

Chare nods in agreement, "She's right, human gift giving can be very confusing. We're used to pack gift giving because of our cousins, so it is confusing sometimes when we get gifts from humans and they expect a response different than a pack member would. She used to get mad at us about that," his eldest mutters.

Enough of that, his middle daughter declares, Daddy, Mycroft, it is your day, what would you like to do? Her hands flicker with sign language even as she speaks with her telepathy.

He smiles at his daughters and husband, shrugging slightly and answering, "Something with my family."

His husband smiles at him, nodding and finding a spot to sit down at the table, "The girls have offered assistance sorting this pile, we could do so as a family while enjoying some of the girl's tasty treats and tea."

Grinning, Sofia goes to the side cupboard where she keeps the goodies, pulling several containers out while Madeline takes over the drink making, using two teapots, one which she makes hot chocolate in and the other which she makes tea. Chare collects up dishes, setting them out for them to use, while he pulls a chair up next to his husband.

"Thank you," he murmurs, leaning close and kissing his cheek, "I know you're uncomfortable with this part of pack life, it doesn't follow political standards that you are used to."

Mycroft nods slowly, eyeing the girls as they bring everything over, setting it out and pulling up seats next to them.

"How do we wanna do this?" his eldest queries as she accepts a mug of hot chocolate and snags a gingersnap.

"I'll pass out presents. We put the wrapper in a trash bag. Once everything is opened, you figure out what you would like to keep, the rest we can store in the basement or take them to the pack home to be given to someone who might need them." His blonde daughter suggests.

"That works," he agrees, "This is good hot chocolate Madeline," he compliments his quietest daughter.

Thank you, she replies smiling.

Standing, his blonde daughter starts grabbing random gifts, passing them out to each of them while his eldest daughter grabs a trash bag for the paper. The next few hours until it is time to head to the pack home is spent with the five of them going through the random gifts, drinking tea or hot chocolate, and eating way too many sugary treats. By the time they are ready to leave all of the gifts have been sorted, with Sofia claiming the large set of kitchen items when they are unwrapped with a mischievous grin, Mycroft deciding to keep a few of the old books they were given, Chare commandeering a colorful blanket, Madeline asking if she could keep the planter set, and him deciding to keep a camcorder. The rest of the gifts are put into some boxes and shoved in the corner to be dealt with later.

When they get to the pack home, he is mildly surprised to see it decorated, but only slightly. Aunt Sandra ushers them to the ring of trees where most ceremonies are held and he realizes that he has never asked exactly how this would work. Before he has a chance to, he is surprised to see that his jackal family is there, standing with Sherlock and Aragorn, and even more surprising Anthea. The girls are directed to stand with the family members, while they are brought to the center.

Over the next several minutes, he tries to focus on the ceremony, quite certain it is important but totally missing it, if you were to ask him later, he couldn't tell you anything about it except at one point his wrist burned. Afterwards they ended up inside the pack home at a celebration of it being a successful bonding but he couldn't tell you how they went from the circle of trees to the house. Most of the night passes in a blur for him and the next thing he notices is the fact they are on a plane on their way to their honeymoon.

"How much of tonight do you remember?" he asks his husband and mate.

The small spiral on their wrists would end up expanding into matching marks eventually, though the gray-silver color made it hard to tell which of the Old Gods blessed the union and bonding them.

"The vast majority of it, though I have discovered that your gods can be very, very loud." His mate responds.

"Oh good, how did we end up on the plane?" he inquires.

"Eric and Anthea, they seemed very good at figuring things out." Mycroft answers with a smile, "We are now halfway to our destination."

"Awesome, wake me up when we get there." He murmurs sleepily.

"Of course," there is amusement in his love's voice. Probably not the best way to spend the beginning of their honeymoon, hopefully his love will understand.

A little bit later, he wakes up as the plane sets down. Stretching, he grins at his mate before checking his wrist, studying the mark which has changed further during their flight. The spiral seems to have grown, it now taking up three times as much space.

"Did you get any rest, love?" he ask with a smile, waiting for the plane to land before unhooking his seatbelt and leaning over to kiss his mate.

"Some, I also finished a few documents that needed reviewed. Truthfully the amount of time I have had to catch up on paperwork in recent months is a concern." His husband responds with a nod.

"Well, hopefully it is nothing major, and everything is just smoothing out because of your talents," he remarks, both of them knowing that is probably not the case but hoping that it is nothing major.

A chuckle escapes his lover's lips as he replies, "More likely they are just saving it up for even stupider action than normal."

"Shall we head to our honeymoon?" he suggests when the door to the plane is opened.

"Excellent idea, I hope you enjoy our house here, I have owned it for several years. We could explore the area while we are here if you would like." His husband suggests as he stands up.

"I'm sure I will, where are we exactly?" he queries as he glances about, noticing that there is a great deal of green everywhere, along with rocks and stone appearing buildings.

"We are in Pisa, it is an hour drive to our house in Tuscany," his husband replies as they walk to a car.

"Nice," he comments, glancing about and queries, "so I never asked, besides the home we all live in, exactly how many houses do you have?"

"Five," Mycroft answers, "'Six if you count the fact our family country home is actually in my name."

Slipping into the car, he asks, "Tuscany, and where else?"

"Manhattan, Tokyo, Oslo, Hong Kong, and São Paulo," his love responds, "This is the only one used primarily for relaxing, the rest are used for work more than anything since I dislike staying in hotels when I can avoid it. I have considered getting one in France but have not found one I like enough to purchase at this point."

The ride to Tuscany is smooth. The two of them discuss their home, the surroundings, and the idea of getting another house, this time together. When they get there, he looks over the house enjoying the way it looks before they head inside.

"Anthea had a team sweep the house prior to us arriving." His husband announces as he turns on the light. "Along with having the house stocked up on food."

"Foods good," he replies, "this house is nice," he steps close to his mate, "and I would like kiss you now."

"That is an excellent idea," his mate responds, closing the gap as he presses their lips together, long finger cupping his jaw.

The kiss starts off slowly and gentle, deepening into something far more needy and passionate. They spend what feels like hours but really are only minutes standing just within the closed door kissing. When they finally break apart both of them are breathless.

"Bedroom?" He asks and then suggests, "You can show me the rest of the house later."

Taking his hand, his mate leads him through the house, upstairs to an airy bedroom with light colors. Turning to him, his love starts to unbutton his clothes, and he smiles, leaning in to lightly kiss Mycroft as he returns the favor. They take their time, hands lightly touching each other as they remove layer after layer, though his love has more layers, no surprise there. When they are finally bare, he lightly pushes his love back on the bed, following him down to kiss and touch every single inch of his body. He delights in the sounds that escape his love's lips as he sighs in pleasure and need, moans wantonly, and groans huskily. They spend hours in their bedroom, touching and tasting, sharing their bodies with each other.

By the time the last gasp escapes his lips and completion has been reached several times and they collapse together into a sleepy heap on the bed, he briefly glances at his wrist, smiling widely at the design that has formed in smoky grays and shimmering silvers merged together.

"Tomorrow I will show you around," his love murmurs sleepily, "Unless you have other plans?"

"Let's play it by ear," he suggests, "I love you Mycroft," he tells him as he tugs him close and presses a light kiss to his forehead.

"I love you Greg," his mate responds as he drifts off to sleep draped over him.

He smiles, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep with dreams of a mostly happy future together.

So that's that, it did not end exactly how I planned, but that is not surprising considering who this story was about. Thank you to all the lovely people who read this and double thanks to any of you who left me comments, reviews, and otherwise communicated with me.

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Clandestine - 1

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