'You'd better not walk into that bar with Dr. Watson. Come home immediately.

-MH'

Greg sighed reading the text from Mycroft. How did the man keep track of his movements all the bloody time, he wondered. Apologizing to John, Greg heads toward the elder Holmes' Manor... It had just been 2 weeks since Lestrade had finally told Mycroft about how he felt and surprisingly Mycroft reciprocated. It was strange how hard and cold Mycroft could act, yet how deeply he could care. That was one of the reasons why Greg had fallen for Mycroft...

Reaching Mycroft's place, he called out... "Mike!"

A loud, strong voice replied, "You know how I despise nicknames Greg, only because I wished I could spend time with you, I called you... If you're so keen to become inebriated with John, feel free..."

"Oh God, that's not... I'm sorry... Now... Since I'm here, /Mycroft/, shall we stop wasting time on petty arguments?"

Greg started toward Mycroft... Slowly angling his face to place a chaste kiss on Mycroft's lips. His hands snaked their way around Mycroft's waist as his tongue asked for permission...

With short breaths, Mycroft whispered "The bed..." and was muffled by another kiss...

Greg led Mycroft toward the bed and towered above his man... Placing both hands on either side of Mycroft, Lestrade straddled him and bent down to properly kiss him... He was soon flipped off as Mycroft gained dominance and slithered out of his shirt... Soon both men were kissing in harmony, bare chested, lost in the sensation of hot skin against skin. Mycroft placed chaste kisses down Lestrade's neck... Claiming him as his... Only his... He licked a steady line across Greg's prominent collar bones... Working his was back upward to the base of Greg's neck... With a smirk he kissed Greg there, making a well placed bite, which he knew, was ought to leave a mark... Greg moaned in ecstasy... He was Mycroft's and Mycroft was his... He was branded by Mycroft, now it was the other man's turn... He cupped Mycroft's face and kneeled on the bed, placing each knee on either side of Mycroft, he ran his hand down the man's spine... Making him shiver... He nipped at Mycroft's collar bones...

Whispering "Mine... Mine..."

"Yours, yours indeed, inspector..." Mycroft's breathless voice replied as they gave way to being consumed wholly by their sensations...

The next morning brought a fresh new corpse, a fresh new mystery for Lestrade... He knew he needed Sherlock for this one... But Mycroft had left a rather prominent mark on Lestrade's neck... Which, the salt and pepper haired man suspected, was the very intention of his lover... Sighing, he called Sherlock and texted him the address of the crime scene...

One look at Lestrade and Sherlock knew exactly what that mark meant... Grinning, he whispered something in John's ear and John looked at Lestrade with an amused look... Sherlock whipped out his phone and sent a text, giving a pointed look toward Greg and announcing his deductions with his usual flair...

Mycroft's phone chimed as he received a text...

'Well well brother mine, shouldn't be arrested... What with destroying government property, one would think such primal behavior should atleast tried to be discreetly hidden.

-SH'

Mycroft smirked as he sent a reply...

'The government shall mark whatever is theirs for the world to know.

-MH'

lease read and review... This is my first attempt at a Mystrade fic so I'm sorry if it's a bit out of character...