Mycroft and Greg were sitting together on the couch after dinner, which was just Chinese order-in. They had had a lovely day together, even with Sherlock's visit to ask Greg to be his best man. Mycroft had to admit, he was a little bit hurt that his brother asked Greg instead of Mycroft, but oh well.

Greg had was laying on the couch with his head on Mycroft's lap, Mycroft was smiling down at him and fussing with the other man's hair.

"Say Greg darling, how about you come over to my place to spend the night tonight?" Mycroft suggested.

Greg grinned. "That would be lovely. Let me just throw some clothes in a bag." And off he ran to the bedroom. While Mycroft was waiting he made it a time to explore the den. There were a few pictures of his family, him with a woman whom Mycroft assumed to be a sister judging by the resemblance. He noted the books on the shelf, mostly science fiction novels. He could tell Greg usually sat on the left end of the sofa because the television was perfectly angled to match that particular spot. After a couple minutes Greg returned with a backpack and a smile.

"Ready when you are babe."

Mycroft grinned and took Gregory by the hand and out the door they went.

When they pulled up in a cab to Mycroft's home, Greg was quite impressed. Great neighborhood, the house itself was huge! Mycroft grinned and took Greg's hand again and together they entered the place. Greg came into the entry, holy crap was Mycroft rich. Big fancy paintings of Romans and Greeks were displayed on the wall, a huge winding staircase with richly colored wood. From where Greg stood he could see into the ginormous kitchen, marble countertops and mahogany cupboards. What a place. Greg thought to himself.

"Come on into the kitchen and I'll make us some tea" Mycroft's voice pulled Greg back from his thoughts.

They sat together on stools at the huge island sipping from their cups.

"So Greg, it came to me that we really don't know much about each other. And if this is going to work out with us, and I certainly hope it does. I want to know all about you and you know all about me." Mycroft took Greg's hands in his own while talking.

Greg smiled. "Of course My, where do you want to start?"

Mycroft thought for a moment. "Well…how about our families and past?"

Greg stayed silent for a moment and then nodded. "Well, my Mum died giving birth to my little sister Hannah and one day Dad just up and left. I was seventeen, Hannah was thirteen. So I dropped out of school and I became the dad. Did the shopping, got a good job, put dinner on the table, took care of Hannah. I'm the one who taught her to drive, took her to her first date, everything. I was the father. He never came back, we don't even know if he's still alive or anything. But Hannah was a good kid and we still talk all the time. She's getting married in four months and I'm happy." Greg lit up when talking of his younger sister. "And that's really it for my family. How about you?"

Mycroft grinned. "Well, Mummy and Daddy were good parents. Made sure we had the education we needed. But they weren't around much. As you did your sister I cared for Sherlock. He was obviously…different. He didn't make friends at school and he always hated going. When he was between ages five and eight all he wanted to do was play pirates, I did the best I could to be a good brother. But every year when I went away to boarding school after a break he would get horribly upset about me leaving him alone with 'the idiots' as he called everyone else. I tried to teach him good manners but, as you can tell, that didn't work so well. But once he was in high school we grew apart as I was beginning my career and he had other occupations." Mycroft trailed off, obviously finished.

Suddenly Greg's phone rang. "Shit it's the Yard."

He left the room for a bit. And then returned frowning.

"I'm so sorry My, I gotta go. Double homicide"

"That's alright Greg." Mycroft stood and walked over to Greg. "You'd just better get back here as soon as you can." He whispered, wrapping his long arms around Greg's waist.

"Oh must I?" Greg grinned. His arms made their way up around Mycroft's neck, pulling him closer.

Their lips almost touching. "Well if you don't, I might just have to come and fuck you on your desk at the Yard." Greg didn't think Mycroft was capable of swearing.

Then Greg pulled Mycroft in to close the space between their lips for a hot, passionate kiss. Tongues exploring the others mouth. Greg pulled away. "I'll be back as soon as I can." He gave Mycroft a mischievous wink and whisked out the door.

"God I love you." Mycroft whispered when the door closed.