Chapter Two: Kissing

Greg was sitting in his office, head tilted back. His nose had stopped bleeding but there was still a scrape along his cheek. He pushed ice, wrapped in a napkin, against the tender skin and sighed.

'You look quite dashing with your face scraped up, Gregory.'

Greg looked up and smiled. Mycroft Holmes stepped into the office smiling and sat himself down gracefully before Greg.

'Hello,' Greg said.

'I heard what happened,' Mycroft said and winced as he looked Greg over.

'That bad?' Greg asked.

'Well, your nose is slightly swollen, your cheek as well, and you're cheek won't heal for three weeks.'

'Lovely,' Greg groaned.

'It's not all bad,' Mycroft tried.

Greg rolled his eyes. 'Don't worry, Mycroft. It's not like I'm trying to impress anyone.'

Mycroft smiled. 'You still haven't spoken to Millie?'

'No,' Greg sighed. 'And I don't want to. She keeps demanding to know where I am all the time and thinks I'm cheating on her with everybody. She's the bloody one cheating on me.'

'Why don't you just get a divorce?' Mycroft asked.

Greg winced.

'I apologise, that was rude.'

'No, you're right. I should,' he sighed. 'But she'll get everything, then I'll have to find a new place and... God,' he sighed. 'My life is one big mess.'

Mycroft smiled warmly. 'I am always here to help, Detective Inspector. Feel free to stay at my place tonight, or as long as you need.'

'Really?'

Mycroft nodded.

'But I need clothes.'

Mycroft smirked. 'Are you under the impression I go everywhere naked?'

Greg chuckled. No, Mycroft was far from naked. He wore a three-piece suit every day and looked quite dashing in them.

With a small smile, Mycroft said, 'Let's go, Gregory. I'm sure your superiors won't mind you leaving early.'

'They won't?' Greg asked.

Mycroft shook his head. 'If they do, they have to answer to me.'

Greg laughed.

-oOo-

Mycroft's flat was very big, very expensive, and very nice. It had a view of London and it glowed in the night. Mycroft was suddenly beside Greg, handing him a beer.

'Hey, my favourite,' Greg smiled and sipped from the bottle.

Mycroft smiled. 'Yes, I remembered. I thought I'd buy some seeing as how you're always turning up here.'

'You invited me,' Greg pointed out.

Mycroft just smiled.

They moved to the couch and Mycroft flicked on his wide-screen TV. There wasn't anything on so they talked instead, Greg drinking beer, Mycroft wine.

Greg looked at his watch and realised it was four am. He and Mycroft had been talking for close to five hours.

'Damn,' he said, 'I should get some sleep.'

'Sleep is dull,' Mycroft commented and sipped his wine.

Greg rolled his eyes. 'All you Holmeses are weird.'

'I am not weird!' Mycroft protested and Greg laughed. Mycroft placed his wine glass on the coffee table and folded his arms. 'I'm not weird.'

'You are so,' Greg giggled and moved closer. 'You're as weird as Sherlock.'

Mycroft frowned and Greg knew he was pushing it. But the politician was so funny when he was pouting.

'You're we-eird,' Greg chuckled, elongating the last word.

'Am not,' Mycroft said and his eyes narrowed. He shuffled closer to Greg so their legs were touching. 'You, DI Lestrade, are the weird one. You allow my brother to run around crime scenes and upstage you.'

'What?' Greg protested and Mycroft laughed, pleased with Greg's indignation. 'You're the one who kidnapped me and asked that I let him help with cases.'

'Yes, and that just makes you even weirder,' Mycroft teased. 'You allowed me to bully you.'

'I did not!' Greg said and put his beer on the table. He leaned forward and poked Mycroft in the chest. 'You're just a stalker.'

'I most certainly am not.'

'You are! You stalk Sherlock and probably me too.' Mycroft didn't say anything and Greg giggled. The alcohol was helping them both relax. 'You stalk me, Mr Holmes.'

'I don't.'

Greg leaned forward more and Mycroft met him carefully.

'You do.'

'I don't.'

'Do.'

'Don't.'

'Do.'

'Don't.'

'DO!'

'DON'T!'

They were both slightly breathless from shouting. Greg could smell Mycroft's cologne and it was doing funny things to his stomach. (Greg liked it, even if Sherlock didn't). Mycroft caught a waft of Greg's aftershave and it sent little shivers down his arms.

Their eyes were locked together and both could see the sudden need there. They couldn't look away.

And then Mycroft found himself leaning forward slightly and Greg copied his action. They paused, millimetres from each other, before both pushed forward.

Their lips met softly and Mycroft felt a groan pass through him. Greg's lips were soft, warm, and pushed against his lightly.

Greg felt himself sigh, like he'd been awaiting this kiss all night. Mycroft's lips tasted of wine and he wanted to suck the flavour right out. Greg raised a hand and ran it through Mycroft's hair, while one of Mycroft's hands cupped his good cheek.

Their lips seemed to fit together and both men were enjoying the soft kissing, the teasing flash of a tongue, the slight clack as teeth knocked together.

And then Mycroft was pulling back quickly, leaping to his feet.

'What?' Greg asked, breathless from the kissing. And then suddenly it hit him that he'd been making out with Mycroft Holmes.

Mycroft Holmes!

Sherlock Holmes' brother!

And a man!

'I'm sorry,' Mycroft said and backed away. Greg just remained still. 'I... I shouldn't have... I'm sorry.'

'It's... okay,' Greg managed to say.

'No, it's not,' Mycroft said. 'I don't understand what's happening.'

'Well, neither do I,' Greg replied.

Mycroft leaned against the wall, trying to calm his heart. 'I've never been attracted to another man, ever. And we were just friends, I didn't look at you in that way until...'

'Until?' Greg asked.

Mycroft sighed. 'Until you said those things about your wife... what she was saying about us. It made me curious, made me think that perhaps we were behaving in a way that would make others believe we were together. And the more I thought about it, the more I realised that I'm sexually attracted to you.'

Greg's eyebrows shot into his hairline.

'The talks, the dinner, all the time together,' Mycroft continued, 'it's the happiest time of my day when I get to see you, Gregory. And when I think about you...' he swallowed and looked down at his crotch. 'I don't understand.'

'Well...' Greg said slowly, running a hand through his hair, 'I guess you're not as straight as you thought you were.'

Mycroft frowned at him. 'But I don't think about men like that, not at all... I only...' He gulped and continued, 'I only think of you like that.'

There was silence then, as both men processed this information. And then Mycroft was backing towards the door.

'I think you should go, Gregory. We shouldn't spend any more time together. It's... it's too difficult. I have to work out why I feel this way.'

Mycroft was babbling now but Greg wasn't listening. He was taking note of how he'd felt during the kiss. Because it wasn't Mycroft's fault; Greg had leaned into it too.

Greg's heart beat had increased, his stomach had fluttered, his cock had twitched. He'd wanted to kiss Mycroft... and he'd liked it.

'Gregory?'

Greg looked up at Mycroft, who was now at the door, holding the handle. 'Gregory, please, just leave. It'll... I'm sorry.'

Greg got up slowly and walked towards Mycroft. The taller man kept his eyes locked on Greg as he approached.

When Greg got closer, he pushed himself against Mycroft and kissed him.

Their lips locked together and Mycroft froze, eyes wide. And then Greg bit his bottom lip and Mycroft whimpered slightly. He moved to wrap his arms around Greg. Greg pushed Mycroft against the wall and tilted his head, Mycroft going the opposite way. Their lips melded together and Mycroft's parted slightly, allowing Greg to slip his tongue into Mycroft's mouth.

Both men groaned and heat flushed their faces. Mycroft's hips pushed into Greg's and their erections pressed together. Greg moved his hands to run his fingers through Mycroft's hair, pulling him closer. Suddenly Mycroft's tongue was in Greg's mouth, exploring, tasting.

They had to break apart for air. Gasping, they both stood staring at each other, their faces bright red. Greg was very aware of his throbbing cock and one look at Mycroft told him the politician was in the same predicament.

'I don't understand,' Mycroft finally managed to say.

'I'm attracted to you,' Greg said, 'and you to me.'

'Really?' Mycroft asked, seemingly surprised that Greg felt the same way as him.

'Yes, you idiot,' Greg laughed. 'Why would I kiss you if I wasn't?'

Mycroft nodded slowly. 'But neither of us is gay.'

'Well, maybe we got that part wrong?' Greg tried. 'Or maybe we're just... I dunno, Mycroft. Does it matter? I like you; you're funny, smart, charming, incredibly dangerous and...' he looked Mycroft up and down. Now at least he understood why he found Mycroft so dashing in those suits. '...and, well, you're sexy.'

Mycroft smiled at that. 'You think so?'

'Oh, yes.'

With a chuckle, Mycroft said, 'Well... I think you're... er, very... handsome.'

'Handsome?' Greg asked with a raised eyebrow.

'Um... sexy?' Mycroft tried.

'Good answer,' Greg said. He pushed himself against Mycroft and they were kissing again. Greg dragged Mycroft back to his expensive couch and fell back, dragging Mycroft atop him. A little wriggling and they were comfortable, Mycroft's erection pressing into Greg's.

The politician moaned as Greg ran his hands down his chest, slipping them under the shirt. Greg found warm flesh and his stomach faltered a bit as he felt a strong stomach and chest hair.

Well, this is different, Greg mused.

Mycroft's hands had found Greg's face and he cupped it gently, feeling Greg's stubble rub at his skin. He was used to the soft jaw line of a woman, but Greg's was strong, his Adam's apple bobbing as he kissed Mycroft's face.

Very... Mycroft thought, ...nice.

He liked it, they both did. There was something so strange yet so familiar about kissing another man.

Greg's hands found one of Mycroft's nipples and the man gasped as Greg rubbed it, the nub hardening beneath his touch. Mycroft moved to kiss Greg's jaw, feeling his bristles scratch at his lips. Greg moaned softly as Mycroft kissed and sucked at his neck before nibbling at an earlobe.

They had to stop for air and both were panting, looking at each other. Their faces were flushed and both could feel the other's erection straining at their trousers.

Mycroft was still atop Greg and his elbows rested on either side of the DI, his hands by his warm sides. Greg's were under Mycroft's shirt, resting against heated skin.

'I don't...' Mycroft began and swallowed. It made Greg want to kiss him again. 'Um, what do we do now?'

'I'm not completely sure,' Greg admitted and ran his fingers lightly across Mycroft's skin. The man shivered atop him. 'How about we just keep going and... see where it takes us?'

Mycroft nodded and bent his head down to kiss Greg lightly. Their lips were warm and wet as they kissed softly, both men with their eyes closed.

Greg darted his tongue along Mycroft's lower lip and the man smiled above him.

'Very... um, nice,' Mycroft breathed against Greg.

Greg smiled and did it again, causing Mycroft to shiver. He went further and his tongue darted into Mycroft's mouth, touching Mycroft's own and forcing them to both whimper slightly. Their tongues danced around each other, trying to find dominance, and Mycroft won.

His tongue entered Greg's mouth and Greg pushed his crotch up against Mycroft's, feeling their erections rub together. It sent pleasure through Greg's body and he moaned.

Mycroft pushed down, rubbing his hips forward and back. Greg moaned again and Mycroft sighed with bliss as their trapped cocks rubbed against each other. Mycroft reached forward to hold Greg's face and Greg's hands continued their search of Mycroft, moving to his back.

Greg stroked Mycroft's spine and the man shivered again. Mycroft moved one hand to dive up Greg's shirt, feeling a little thrill spear through his body. Greg's chest hair was fine beneath his fingers and he felt a well-muscled chest and a nipple.

Greg gasped as Mycroft rubbed at his nipple and nipped at his bottom lip. Greg moaned and threw his head back as Mycroft licked at his jaw, his fingers continuing to stroke Greg's nipple.

Mycroft's thrusts were become harder and Greg was pushing up, their cocks straining to touch each other. Mycroft moaned and sucked at Greg's skin, knowing he'd leave marks but not caring.

Greg's hands withdrew from Mycroft's shirt and grabbed at his hips, his fingers digging into Mycroft's trousers.

Mycroft stopped kissing Greg and their heads bent together, both grunting as they pushed at each other. Greg could feel an orgasm coming and he licked at Mycroft's jaw, trying to find his lips.

Mycroft was panting, his muscles twitching and his skin boiling. Greg's lips were suddenly on his again and the pleasure was doubled. They sucked at each other's faces, tongues darting about and teeth scraping together, as their hips crashed into each other.

And then Greg was coming, groaning into Mycroft's mouth as the younger man continued to push. He shuddered and bit Mycroft's bottom lip, knowing he'd leave bruises.

As Greg's body convulsed, Mycroft's cock twitched once more and he came. He pushed himself down, hard, and his hands gripped Greg's shoulders tightly. He felt Greg bite at his lip and a sharp bolt of pain travelled through his skin. It only heightened the arousal that was shooting through his body from his cock.

They were both breathless, eyes closed, foreheads resting together. Mycroft could feel Greg's skin burning beneath him and knew his face would be just as flushed.

Greg's lips pushed tentatively at Mycroft's and they shared another soft kiss until Greg pulled back.

'What's wrong?' Mycroft asked.

'You're bleeding,' Greg said, his tongue dancing across his own lips.

Mycroft pulled back and sat, raising a finger to his lip. He trailed it across his skin and when he looked down saw blood.

'Shit, I bit you too hard!' Greg said. He was burning red as he ran off to get some napkins.

Mycroft chuckled as Greg came back and sat beside him, dabbing at the spot just below his bottom lip.

'Damn it,' Greg said.

'That bad?'

'I've left teeth marks.'

Mycroft mused about that. He had been planning to see Sherlock tomorrow but wondered if it would be sane to go see his little brother with teeth marks gouged into his skin.

'Its fine,' Mycroft said as Greg continued to dab at his skin. Mycroft caught Greg around the wrists and smiled. 'Its fine, Gregory.'

Greg was still blushing and Mycroft leaned forward to kiss him. Greg kissed back, his lips soft against Mycroft's.

'That was... interesting,' Greg managed to say when they broke apart. His cock was limp and he felt wet.

'Yes,' Mycroft said, looking down at his trousers. There was a wet patch on his front. 'It was.'

'I... I'd like to do it again,' Greg said and blushed harder. Mycroft smiled. He was beginning to like that look. 'You know, if you want to.'

'I'd enjoy that very much, Gregory,' Mycroft smiled and kissed him again. 'But perhaps we should clean up before continuing to bite each other.'

Greg chuckled and allowed Mycroft to pull him up.