This is a belated birthday gift for my dear friend Copgirl - not your usual fare my dear, but I hope you'll like it nonetheless!

Anger, cold and hard as Mycroft

Leaned across the office desk.

Lestrade refused to poke and pry

In Sherlock's life at his behest.

~0~

He wanted to confirm his brother

Had not returned to drug-filled days,

Greg had pointed out that John

Had helped the young man mend his ways.

~0~

Mycroft snarled and argued that

The Holmes's knew not how to care

Hazel eyes met icy blue ones,

Could he do it? Would he dare?

~0~

Stepping right up to the large oak

Desk he leaned in, face to face,

And grasping hold of Mycroft's shoulders

Held the Government man in place.

~0~

"Let me show you how to care"

The policeman whispered with a smile.

Blue eyes searched his care-worn face

But found no hint of trick nor guile.

~0~

Closing now the space between them

Greg then stole a tender kiss,

Shock made Mycroft's eyes pop open,

Caring shouldn't feel like this!

~0~

Lips that parted on a gasp

Invaded by a questing tongue,

Greg had such a wealth of knowledge,

Suddenly Mycroft felt so young.

~0~

Naive and untried, lost in feeling,

Carried on a wave of bliss,

He pushed aside the thought that nagged him,

Caring shouldn't feel like this.

~0~

Greg then took advantage of the

Other's momentary slip,

Pulled him down across the desk

Then held him still with hand on hip.

~0~

The British Government lay staring,

Shocked and dazed and so confused,

Never in his life had Mycroft

Ever been so used, abused.

~0~

With a smile the Police Detective

Showed a knack for reading minds,

"This is not abuse." He said

"There's no coercion you will find."

~0~

Reaching up, untying tie,

Unbuttoning shirt, revealing skin.

Soft gasp that says to have such

Gorgeous freckles really should be a sin!

~0~

Mycroft can't believe the

Admiration on the other's face.

Making freckled flesh feel flushed

And causing new-found heart to race.

~0~

Hands reach up to push the jacket

From the police Inspector's shoulder,

A frisson of excitement as he

Pulls him closer, feeling bolder.

~0~

Soon it's hard to tell where Mycroft

Ends and where Lestrade begins,

Arms and legs are all a-tangle,

Bruising elbows, scraping shins.

~0~

Pens and papers fly around as

Desk becomes a makeshift bed,

Two hearts entwined, two bodies joined,

Through timeless dance of love they're led.

~0~

Nevermore will Mycroft doubt

Veracity of love's intent,

He knows that time spent with one's partner

Is nothing less than time well spent.