I'm back, whoo fanfiction party. Today I type to you lovelies from Orlando, Florida. I'm visiting the Wizarding World Of Harry Potter and other such attractions in Universal Studios. (This was so long ago, dear god.)
Warning: I do not own Sherlock, it belongs originally to Arthur Conon Doyle and this particular adaptation belongs to Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss(Who is a sexy man.) I make no profit from this, unless fun counts?
Sorry this again took forever, but I am a busy bee. I had vacation then I went to spend time with my Aunt and I still need to finish up school work for this year, urgh. And don't even get me started on my beginning of July schedule! And my August! Ugh! Two words BandCamp.
Alright ha-blue-blue-bloo agasdfjldksl I just don't know how I feel about this chapter, it was a fight to get out of me and that's why it took so long aside from all the other crap I ended up doing. It was a case of I knew exactly where I wanted to go, but I couldn't seem to get my characters to get their sweet little booties in gear in order to get there.
Thank you for all of the lovely reviews they just brighten my day which is always nice. Depression is not good for writing, when I'm sad all I want to do is write angsty poetry…and no one wants to read that.
I want to point something out for further chapters, Greg Lestrade is Shorter than Mycroft Holmes. The actor Rupert Graves is 5'11" while Mark Gatiss is 6'1" (He's tall too *sigh* could he get any more perfect?) Anyway using these heights Greg is the shorter of the two (though it is a small difference) and I wanted you guys to know this for scenes that involve kissing and such.
And thank you to the lovely ladies at fyeahmystradefanfic on tumblr. They're fic recced both this story and my story I Felt You Go.
Rating: M
BY: Lord Sexington
"We're here," Mycroft stated as the Sedan pulled up in front of a large building full of high priced flats.
"Wow," Greg heard himself say and mentally smacked himself; he sounded like some sort of low class slum who had never seen a nice flat before.
You haven't, at least not one this nice.
Shut it, yes I have there was that one where the woman murdered her husband and then killed herself, they had a very nice flat.
…Okay that wasn't the best example.
Greg's inner conflict was halted by the sound of his door opening; he broke off his mental berating of himself to look up into the smirking face of Mycroft Holmes. Greg looked around the car and noticed Mycroft's driver returning to his seat and the clearly empty seat that Mycroft used to occupy.
"Coming Gregory?" Mycroft asked drawing Greg's attention back to him.
Greg looked back at Mycroft and met his eyes before looking away slightly embarrassed and mumbling a, "yes," as he climbed from the backseat of the car.
Greg heard Mycroft shut the door behind him and turned back to see Mycroft leaning over to whisper directions into the passenger-side window of the sedan.
Greg heard a muffled, "thank you Jason," before he saw Mycroft straighten and turn around to face him.
Mycroft moved to walk around Greg and gestured for him to follow. Greg followed Mycroft up the pavement path to the front door the flat complex and once Mycroft opened the door Greg followed him inside.
They took the lift up to the top floor which had a keyhole in the lift to allow a person inside the flat on the other side. By now Greg was quite sure he was out of his league and bested in all counts by Mycroft's living space, job, and general lifestyle, but he knew Mycroft had won when the doors to the lift parted and revealed Mycroft's flat.
Greg took in a sharp breath as Mycroft lead him into the flat and left him to look around while he went to make drinks. Mycroft's flat was a lot like Mycroft himself; dark, sophisticated, handsome, and classic. The furniture consisted of what all appeared to be nothing but the softest buttery black leather while the woodwork was all a dark cherry wood, in short it was perfect which as Gregory was coming to realize was all one should really expect from a man such as Mycroft Holmes.
Mycroft returned with two glasses of a dark red wine held nimbly between his long elegant fingers. Greg shuddered slightly with suppressed desire as fire raced up his arm from where Mycroft's fingers brushed his as he handed Greg his glass.
Greg took a sip of the wine and nodded in approval, "Your flat is nice."
He winced, that had been an understatement and a mediocre conversation starter at best. Mycroft simply chuckled.
"I'm glad you like it, sometimes I do feel as if it's a bit much as if I'm just a product of my upbringing, but that's usually around the time the Prime Minister has to stop by and then I feel quite glad for my rather snobbish upbringing and this flat does tend to impress."
Greg couldn't bring himself to answer, only stare.
"Th-the Prime Minister, as in the of England Prime Minister," Greg asked incredulously.
Mycroft looked at him with a slightly confused frown, "Yes of course, what other Prime Minister would I be talking about?"
Greg only shook his head and produced a slight grin, "Only you would speak so causally about the Prime Minister occasionally popping by your flat for a chat between mates."
Mycroft grinned back at him, "Yes well, if it will ease your mind at all we usually aren't just chatting about our lives, usually its urgent business matters."
"Still," Greg insisted, "the Prime Minister comes here, to your flat, to you, for advice! That's amazing."
"Well thank you Gregory," Mycroft said looking pleased with himself, "Tell me do you wish to stand in my foyer all night or would you prefer to join me in the living room?"
Greg laughed and took another sip of his wine, "I would very much enjoy joining you wherever you wished me to."
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Mycroft knew Gregory hadn't meant his last line quite the way it had come out. How it had come out sounded flirtatious and husky, what Mycroft knew Gregory had meant was a simple agreement to joining him in the living room, but though his mind knew these things that didn't seem to stop his heart from speeding up just a bit at the teasing light in Gregory's eyes as he followed him to the living room and it didn't stop his body from angling instinctively toward Gregory as they sat down on the small love seat together.
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Greg watched Mycroft over the rim of his wine glass.
"So how'd you get time off to take me out to dinner?" Greg asked abruptly.
Mycroft turned his head to watch Greg silently for a few moments.
"I mean, I know you're a busy man and you have a bit more that a minor position in the government, so come on tell me, how'd you get off?" Greg continued.
Mycroft smirked at Greg before answering, "I didn't have to pull any major strings or use any top secret connections if that's what you're thinking, it was a simple matter of forwarding all of my calls to Athena and if anything truly major pops up Athena with contact me, but it is up to her to decide what is major and what isn't."
"Is it really so hard a decision for the person involved to make?" Greg asked surprised Athena would even need to consider whether something had to be deemed important or not.
Mycroft smiled a bit condescendingly, "Yes actually, in my business everyone tends to believe that their problem is more important than everyone else's and they can't see to sort out minor problems from major problems, but I'm afraid here is where we'll have to cut off our conversation about my work habits as anything after this point falls into the need-to-know-basis file and frankly, you don't need to know."
Greg nodded; he wasn't offended he understood not being able to share certain details about work; he had the exact same rule for all of his current cases, anyone not working the case was left in the dark for fear of leaks. Though he supposed Mycroft's job was a bit more serious, with his knowledge of most likely large government secrets and all that.
Then Greg's face broke into a grin, "So it's like you'd tell me, but then you'd have to kill me, right?"
Greg expected Mycroft to scoff or not understand the reference altogether so when Mycroft simply nodded and said in a completely serious voice, "Exactly," Greg got just a bit freaked out.
"You can't be serious," he insisted setting his wine on the table next to the couch so he could push himself into a more upright position instead of the slouched one he had started with.
Mycroft sighed and shook his head, "Gregory, I am very serious, now please drop it I really cannot tell you anymore."
Greg opened his mouth to protest, but a dark look from Mycroft had him shutting his mouth again.
"Right," he nodded to himself, "moving on?"
Mycroft smiled and nodded, Greg thought he looked relieved to no longer be discussing his work.
"Alright, you pick a topic," Greg invited settling back into a more comfortable position in the couch now that the tense moment had passed.
Mycroft turned his body away and seemed to flounder for a topic for a few moments before he turned back to Greg grinning, "Well it is your turn to interrogate me."
Greg grinned, "I suppose it is, well since you last interrogated me about my relationships I think I'll pick that topic for you as well, so do you, uh have anyone? What about Athena, anything going on there?"
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Mycroft found himself frozen which was an uncommon an unpleasant experience as he had ever dealt with. Gregory was interested in his love life; did this mean he was interested in him? He had asked about Athena was Gregory interested in Athena?
Mycroft forced himself to take a deep breath and think for a moment, Gregory interested in Athena was preposterous, Gregory doesn't know Athena. Gregory doesn't know Athena well, Mycroft's mind reminded him. He may still wish to get to know her better. Mycroft shook his head, no it's still preposterous, Athena wouldn't date Gregory. Mycroft chuckled at himself quietly and looked up into the eyes of a confused Gregory.
"Did I ask something funny?" Gregory asked perplexed.
"No," Mycroft said quickly holding up his hand that didn't have a wine glass in it in a stopping motion before bringing it back down to his leg to rub soothing circles, "well kind of," he admitted.
"What was it?" Gregory asked turning his head to the side slightly in the most endearing confused puppy look Mycroft had ever seen.
"Well the idea of Athena and I," Mycroft broke off in a chuckle, "Oh dear no," Mycroft finished and didn't elaborate just chuckled to himself quietly for a few minutes.
Gathering himself back together Mycroft said, "Sorry, but just the thought of Athena and I, it's preposterous. I quite prefer men and she quite prefers her blackberry."
Mycroft watched Gregory's face pull into a grimace, "Well that's not much of a love life," he said seeming to feel sorry for Athena.
"Oh no, she chose it for herself, I'd allow her to date if she wanted to."
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Greg shook his head, he felt sort of sorry for Athena, but as his mind replayed his and Mycroft's conversation his brain got caught on something, "Wait you said you're gay?"
Mycroft nodded slowly like he though Greg was stupid, "Yes, I wondered when you did pick up on that, if it would be a problem for you or not."
Greg eyes widened in horror, "Oh dear god, no, it's not a problem for me, I'm just surprised!"
Mycroft grinned, "Yes because these suit-vest combos are really screaming heterosexual."
Greg laughed, "Mycroft Holmes, the more I know you, the funnier I realize you are."
"Yes well I do try to pick up a few jokes a week just for you," Mycroft replied sarcastically and Greg burst into uncontrollable giggled while he watched Mycroft just watch him with a slightly confused expression.
"You really find me humorous?" He asked carefully.
Greg nodded, "Of course who wouldn't?"
"Sherlock insists my humor is too dry and the politicians I see on a regular basis think it's too I suppose the term would be wet," Mycroft admitted to Greg, "So actually I believe you'll find a lot of people don't find me as humorous as you seem to think I am."
Greg shook his head as a small grin appeared on his face, "Well clearly they don't know what they're missing."
"Thank you," Mycroft said smiling back at Greg.
They sat on the couch smiling at each other for a few more moments before Greg shook his head, "But back to what we were saying, I would never have a problem with you being gay, I'm sorry you thought you had to hide it."
Mycroft nodded, "Thank you for saying so, though I by no means hid it from you, I simply haven't found anyone worth my time in recent years and so there's been no need to bring it up."
Greg nodded and leaned back into the couch picking up his wine and taking another sip before looking back to Mycroft and saying quietly, "You're leading quite a lonely existence too."
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Mycroft froze, his drink halfway tilted toward his mouth. He recovered quickly enough though and managed to take a calming sip of wine before turning back to look at Gregory. What he found there though, unnerved him; Gregory's soft brown eyes shining with kindness and warmth watching him and waiting for his answer.
"Yes," Mycroft finally allowed with a slight tilt of his head.
"You must have some crazy standards if no one in this city could tempt you," Gregory said laughing at his own joke.
Mycroft forced a laugh from his throat though to his ears it sounded more sad than amused.
"I suppose you could say that," he said, "though in truth there was someone, but he's married." Mycroft finished with a sad sigh.
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"Oh," Greg replied lamely his mind going blank of conversation topics as he pondered who could have managed to draw Mycroft's romantic affections.
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Mycroft watched Gregory's face go slack as he concentrated on a thought deep within his subconscious.
"Gregory," Mycroft said softly, drawing Gregory from his thoughts.
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Greg looked up torn from his thoughts by Mycroft's soft voice.
"Yes," he asked softly.
"Are you sure you don't mind," Mycroft asked and Greg knew exactly what he was talking about.
Greg sighed; to make Mycroft feel better he was going to have to share one of his most kept secrets.
"Mycroft, I'm sure I don't mind and I don't want to hear anymore worry about it because Mycroft I'm, dang it Mycroft I'm bisexual!" Greg said forcefully panting slightly from the force in which he said the words and his raised heart rate from worry over what Mycroft might think.
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Mycroft paused to stare at Gregory, had he just said- what he- yes he had.
"You're bisexual?" Mycroft asked carefully, watching Gregory flush furiously.
"Yes, that's what I said," Gregory answered nodding.
"Okay," Mycroft said awkwardly.
"Okay," Gregory parroted.
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The room was silent for a long amount of time before either of them spoke again.
"Gregory," Mycroft said looking anywhere, but at Greg.
"Yes?" Greg asked staring at his drink clasped tightly in his hands.
He heard Mycroft take what could only be described as a deep calming breath before Mycroft said softly, "It was you."
Greg froze, had he just heard Mycroft say that? Or was his mind playing tricks on him? Was he hearing things now? Greg forced his muscles to relax so he could turn his neck to look at Mycroft properly.
"What?" Greg asked dumbfounded.
Mycroft made a distressed noise in the back of his throat and stood from the couch moving until he was across the room and able to pace in the space surrounding the telly and fireplace.
"Well, I've already started this confession it won't do me any good until I've finished it," he heard Mycroft say as he faced the fireplace, Greg opened his mouth to ask what he was talking about, but before he could Mycroft turned and began talking again.
"It was you Gregory, the man that I fancied," Mycroft broke off and laughed, "I always believed that I'd have no chance, because you-after all-clearly aren't gay, right? But that didn't stop me from wishing, just for a chance and then you're getting divorced and we go out to dinner and eventually here you are sitting on my couch and we're having a nice conversation and I decide to spring it on you that I'm gay and then I proceed to become hysterical because surely you wouldn't accept me being gay. I believed I must have scared you away, but you don't tell me goodbye, you look at me with those big brown eyes and I don't see disgust, I see acceptance, but I can't accept that so I still worry and to make me feel better you tell me a secret of yours, that you're bisexual and I couldn't help, but feel hope. Which lead me to making this long winded confession that you, yes you are the man that caught my eye all those years back and you're the reason no man has measured up since."
Greg was frozen staring at Mycroft, his mouth hanging open. He knew this wasn't an attractive facial expression, so why was he doing it? Shut your mouth! His mind commanded and yet still he sat there staring at Mycroft, taking in the almost manic energy he was throwing off, it reminded him of Sherlock.
Mycroft groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Fantastic, he won't even talk to me," Greg heard him mutter which was enough to snap him from his reprieve.
"No, Mycroft I-I'm just surprised," Greg said standing up from the couch and placing his glass down on the table next to him.
"I'm shocked actually," Greg admitted.
"Yes, well it's not every day you have someone professing his attraction to you in his own flat, effectively giving himself nowhere to run, he can't leave, he can't hide, it's a stupid tactical decision all around."
Greg laughed, "I still can't believe people don't find you funny."
Mycroft smiled for a moment before it slipped back off his face and the atmosphere around them recharged with tension.
What should I do? Should I tell him? Of course you should bloody tell him, he just confessed to fancying you, are you going to leave him hanging?
But I'm not sure if I should get into another relationship right now.
Just tell him.
Greg sighed, "Mycroft, I have a bit of a confession myself."
Greg rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"I…well I've always sort of fancied you a-a bit," Greg admitted looking up and smiling shyly at Mycroft.
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Mycroft felt as if the world around him had frozen. Gregory had feelings similar to his, but Gregory had been married for years. Gregory had fancied him while he was with his wife, that's why…
"That's why you aren't overly upset about leaving your wife, she's cheating on you, but emotionally you've been unattached to her for years."
Gregory let out a shuddery laugh, "Yeah, sort of. This is why I like Holmes' I don't need to explain myself, I just have to give you a tiny piece of information and you can figure the rest out on your own."
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"I would hope you do not like all Holmes' in the same way, we are all handy, but for different things," Mycroft said, raising an eyebrow.
Greg laughed, "Yes Mycroft I get what you're saying, some Holmes' are good for solving crimes and others are better used for shagging senseless."
Greg stopped and covered his flushed face with his hands, "Oh dear lord," he breathed in embarrassment.
"Gregory, it's alright," Mycroft soothed, "remember I'm attracted to you too."
Greg peered through his fingers at Mycroft, "But do you really want me talking about shagging you senseless?"
Mycroft chuckled, "No you're right," Greg's shoulders slumped in defeat before Mycroft finished, "I'd rather you were doing it."
Greg peeled his hands from his face in shock, "Really?"
Mycroft nodded, "Of course, I am attracted to you after all and you are now separated and will soon be divorced, I see no reason for us to not see each other."
Greg looked at Mycroft for a long time before giggling.
"What's so funny?" Mycroft asked confused.
"You're just, so matter-of-fact," Greg paused to snort, "About everything, you just made a perfect business meeting argument on why we should be shagging and," Greg could hold it together no longer and dissolved into peals of laughter.
After his giggles stopped and he had a moment to collect himself, Greg wiped his eyes and straightened his back, "Sorry about that," he apologized.
Mycroft wore a confused expression, but said, "Its fine take your time," anyway.
Once Greg had collected himself he finished his sentence, "As I was saying you've just made a perfect business argument on why we could be shagging and I'll admit… I see no reason we aren't doing so right now."
With that Greg walked across the room toward Mycroft. He continued stepping closer until his body was pressed against Mycroft's. He tilted his head upward slightly while Mycroft angled his head downward, their lips met in the gentlest of brushes.
Greg lifted his arms and wrapped them around Mycroft's neck as Mycroft dipped his tongue out to tease the entrance of Greg's mouth. Greg parted his lips with a soft moan and Mycroft wrapped his arms around Greg's waist. Their tongues met and twisted together.
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Mycroft marveled at the sweet taste of Gregory combined with the heady taste of his wine. Mycroft walks Gregory back from the center of the room until he has him pressed against the interior wall of his flat.
Mycroft is distracted from the kiss by Gregory's hands slipping down from their embrace of Mycroft's neck to skim over the surface of his suit jacket. Eventually they slip up his torso again and down over his lapels until they reach the button holding his suit jacket closed and Gregory's swift fingers push the button back through its loop. Mycroft takes this opportunity to slip out of his suit coat, stepping away to drape the jacket elegantly over the back of a chair before returning to Gregory.
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Greg watches Mycroft walking back to him and moves to meet him. Their mouths meet again, but this time it's less gentle. Mycroft is pushing him back against the wall again and for a moment Greg let's his mind to move away from the passion to remark that Mycroft must like having Greg pressed up against a wall.
His mind is pulled away from that thought as Mycroft kisses away from Greg's mouth and down his neck. Mycroft nips at the hollow under Greg's jawbone and then licks a trail over to Greg's ear. Greg allows his eyes to shut and his head to fall back giving Mycroft more access for whatever he's about to do next.
What Mycroft decides to do next is to take Greg's earlobe into his mouth and suck, using his teeth to scrape and pull playfully. Mycroft's hands haven't stopped moving though and while Greg clutches at Mycroft's back his hands have slipped down tracing Greg's spine until they reached and grabbed Greg's arse pulling his hips forward against Mycroft's.
"Oh god, Mycroft," Greg moaned and immediately he felt his face flush, he sounded like a teenager.
Mycroft delivered one last suck to Greg's ear before pulling away and Greg buried his head in the taller man's shoulder.
"Gregory, look at me," Mycroft commanded and Greg felt his head rising of its own accord before he could command it to stay down.
He looked into Mycroft's eyes and felt a rush of heat flash through his stomach; Mycroft's pupils were blown wide with desire so that only a small sliver of his true eye color could be seen around the edge and suddenly Greg understood what Mycroft was trying to tell him. He didn't need to be embarrassed by the fact that he was aroused, they were both aroused, they both wanted each other and the only thing left to do was to act on their desires.
Greg smiled up at Mycroft and held out his hand, "Show me to your room."
Mycroft smiled and brushed a kiss against Greg's lips as he turned and began to walk back toward his room.
#
Mycroft had been worried Gregory didn't want this, would never want this with Mycroft, and now that he knew he could in fact have this sort of relationship with Gregory, Mycroft wanted to make everything perfect.
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Mycroft lead him through what felt like miles of impressive flat before they reached the room that Greg assumed was Mycroft's bedroom due to the fact that this was the last door in this particular hallway. Mycroft twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open indicating for Greg to step into the room before him. Greg did and drew in a breath casting his eyes around the room trying to take in every detail.
Mycroft's room consisted of a large bathroom connected by French doors on the far left side of the room, a large vanity sat on the wall just outside the bathroom doors, the entire room was adorned in deep royal blues and greens, and the view to the right was of the city scape. Greg had saved looking at the bed for the last for two reasons. The first was he was rather nervous about what was to come next, he hadn't had sex in a long time, hadn't had male on male sex in longer and the other reason was he was saving the best part for last.
The bed didn't disappoint. It was a large, high legged wooden four poster bed with a dark duvet cover and large pillows. Greg wanted to run to it, plop down, and shout for Mycroft to take him, but he knew he should probably show a bit more decorum, at least for their first time.
"This is beautiful," Greg complimented turning to smile at Mycroft whose eyes quickly snapped up from ogling his arse to meet Greg's eyes.
Greg blushed, but with an extra swing in his hips walked over to Mycroft's bed and sat down turning a raised brow to Mycroft still standing in the doorway.
"Coming?" Greg asked letting the double entendre float through the air.
Mycroft stood still for a few moments before gathering himself and walking into the room.
"Not yet," he answered calmly as he loosened his tie and slipped it over his head.
Greg turned his head as Mycroft walked over to the large vanity and placed his tie down before he slipped his ring off and began unbuttoning his waistcoat. Once unbuttoned Mycroft slipped from the garment and turned back to Greg bringing his hands up to begin unbuttoning his shirt.
Greg slipped from his position on the bed and walked over to Mycroft. Grabbing his hands Greg stopped Mycroft's hands from unbuttoning his shirt and pushed them down and away. Greg then picked up where Mycroft had left off and finished unbuttoning Mycroft's shirt the rest of the way.
Mycroft grabbed the back of Greg's head with his hand and pushed his head forward meeting Greg's lips with his own. Greg moaned and parted Mycroft's shirt with his hands, sliding them underneath the cool white material to feel Mycroft's skin. Mycroft pulled back and Greg took the opportunity to take in the sight of Mycroft's pale, toned stomach.
Mycroft grabbed Greg's chin and tilted his head back up so he could press his lips to Greg's, for only a moment the kiss was just a soft brushing of their lips against each other, but then Mycroft using his other hand reached between them and cupped Greg through his trousers.
Greg moaned into Mycroft's mouth and placed his hand flat on Mycroft's lower abdomen. He then slid his hand up, keeping it flat until he brushed against one of Mycroft's nipples. Breaking the kiss and pushing Mycroft's shirt further open Greg lowered his head and placed a kiss just above one nipple before swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. A breath of air hissed out from between Mycroft's teeth while both of his hands moved to Greg's belt buckle.
Once Mycroft had undone Greg's belt Greg felt his hands at his waist and then at the zip of his trousers. There was a soft sound as zipper teeth parted and then Mycroft was pushing Greg's trousers down over his hips and sliding his hands to Greg's arse, clad only in the thin material of his boxers.
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Mycroft squeezed Gregory's arse appreciatively, he finally had him where he had wanted to have him for so long and the feeling was perfect. Gregory's mouth was wicked working over Mycroft's chest, his tongue lapping at each nipple and his lips pressing kisses against his bare skin on the path searching for new skin to taste.
When Gregory finally seems done with tasting him, Mycroft removed his hands from Gregory's arse with on last squeeze before moving to work on the buttons of Gregory's shirt. He smiled at each inch of Gregory's skin being revealed and is so focused on undressing Gregory that he doesn't feel Gregory's hands at his waist until he feels he zipper of his trousers parting.
Mycroft finishes unbuttoning Gregory's shirt and begins to push the material off his shoulders. Grabbed Gregory's hands, Mycroft forces them to the side and away from his waist so he can push Gregory's shirt all the way off his shoulders and to the floor.
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Greg is standing shirtless and aroused with his trousers perched precariously on his hips and he feels that Mycroft should be at least as naked and aroused as he, possibly more. Moving backward Greg kicks off his shoes and socks before giving Mycroft a come hither look before turning around and walking to the bed.
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Mycroft watched as Gregory gave him a look of pure seduction before wandering over to sit on his bed and Mycroft wishes to follow suit, but knows he should not until his shirt and trousers are off and placed somewhere they won't wrinkle. Sex, even if it is with Gregory Lestrade is no excuse for wrinkled laundry.
Mycroft turns back around to finish undressing himself. As he removes his shoes and socks he can feel Gregory's eyes on him and as he slips from his trousers, folds them at the knee, and places them in the small hamper beside his vanity with care; he can still feel them on his as he removes his shirt and places it in the hamper beside the vanity as well.
"Do you always take this long to get undressed?" Gregory complains from the bed.
"On no," Mycroft assured and Gregory gave a sound of pleasure before Mycroft could finish with a smirk, "Most of the time I take much longer."
The only answer Mycroft hears is Gregory's groan before he turns around is and greeted by what is quite close to being to most beautiful sight in the world. Gregory is lying back on his bed, hair tussled, prompted up on his elbows, nearly naked, and clearly aroused beneath his boxers, as Mycroft said, almost the most beautiful sight in the world.
Mycroft moved forward and crawled onto the bed, one knee between Gregory's legs pressed against his evident arousal as he kisses him deeply.
"I've waited so long for this," Mycroft murmured against Gregory's lips and then kisses away down his neck and chest until he reaches the path of skin above the elastic of Gregory's boxers.
Mycroft looks up into Gregory's eyes, searching for his answer, Gregory's gazes back and Mycroft is sure he sees what he's looking for, but he can't be sure unless he asks, "Are you sure?"
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"Are you sure?" Greg hears Mycroft ask and he is struck by how perfect the man above him is, no other man would have asked Greg this, if they had gotten this far they would have just assumed Greg was still onboard and taken what they wanted, but Mycroft isn't just another man and so Greg smiles at him a nods.
"Of course I'm sure; we wouldn't have gone this far if I wasn't."
Mycroft nodded almost to himself before grinning up at Greg from his position near Greg's waist line. He then moved down to just above the jutting head of Greg's cock sticking up causing an embarrassing tent in his boxers. He smiled once more at Greg before darting his tongue out to give a solid stroke of his tongue to the underside of the head of Greg's cock. Greg moaned and shut his eyes until he felt Mycroft moving away.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Patience Gregory," Mycroft chided before moving to the bottom of Greg's boxers and grasping the hem between his teeth and pulling down them down.
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Mycroft admired Gregory's cock as it was revealed; first the coarse black pubic hair, next the slightly darker skin of the thick base, and lastly Gregory's weeping tip as his cock sprang up finally freed from its confines. Mycroft carefully kissed a path up Gregory's thighs and buried his head between Gregory's thighs to nibble gently at Gregory's scrotum.
"M-Mycroft," Gregory moaned and the small noise caused fiery desire to burn low in his stomach.
Mycroft smiled and moved higher to lap at the head of Gregory's cock.
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Greg could hardly stand it, Mycroft with his teasing touches wasn't making Greg's desire any better in fact he was making it worse. Mycroft's mouth sank around the head of his cock and Greg moaned, but he could hardly stand the teasing stroke of Mycroft's tongue against his cock. The entire situation was frustrating.
"You're a bastard, you know that," Greg snarled.
Mycroft raised his head to look into Greg's eyes with a smirk upon his lips, "Am I?" he asked pleasantly.
"Yes, stop teasing me," Greg groaned as Mycroft wrapped his long fingers around his cock and stroked slowly.
"What would you propose I do differently?" Mycroft asked and Greg could see from the teasing glint in his eyes that he was only playing with him, but Greg didn't care.
"Fuck me, now," Greg demanded, his hips thrusting of their own accord into Mycroft's hand.
Mycroft grinned a slimy politician's grin at him and purred, "With the upmost pleasure."
Mycroft launched himself forward and smashed his lips to Greg's before pulling away and moving to kneel at the side of the bed so he can open his side table drawer and pluck from its highly organized contents a condom and a small squeeze bottle of lube.
Mycroft moved back across the back to Greg and smiled placing a gentle kiss on Greg's lips before slipping quickly from his boxers, Greg could feel his mouth water when Mycroft finally revealed his cock and Greg couldn't wait to feel it buried deep inside him.
Mycroft kneeled between his legs as Greg spread them lewdly and canted his hips up to present Mycroft with his tight entrance. Mycroft snatched a pillow from the head of the bed and placed it under Greg's hips.
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Squirting a generous amount of lube into his hands, Mycroft coated his fingers and slipped one between the cheeks of Gregory's arse before pushing against his entrance. There was quite a bit of resistance from which Mycroft could tell it had been a long time for Gregory which made sense as he had been-still was-married to a woman. Pulling back so as to not hurt Gregory Mycroft massaged at his entrance for a few moments before trying to push again.
This time it was easier to push his finger inside and once he had pushed it in an acceptable amount Mycroft paused to give Gregory time to adjust. Gregory nodded at him that he was ready and Mycroft began thrusting his fingers in and out, after a while Mycroft added a second finger and began to scissor them apart stretching Gregory's inner muscles.
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Greg had forgotten how uncomfortable being stretched after a long time could feel, but it was starting to feel pleasurable with the skilled hands of Mycroft inside him and then Greg felt Mycroft's fingers hook inside him and they brushed against that wonderful bundle of nerves and he moaned loudly.
Mycroft smirked down at him and pressed against his prostate again, "Oh jesus, Mycroft!" Greg gasped.
"Good," Mycroft asked sweetly.
"Yes bloody good, fuck me," Greg demanded.
"Patience," Mycroft smiled and removed his fingers after pressing one last time against Greg's prostate.
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Ripping the condom packet with his teeth Mycroft rolled it on and squirting lubricant into his hand he slicked himself hissing slightly as he was finally touched after having this particular erection for so long.
Mycroft settled himself between Gregory's legs and grabbed Gregory's hips pulling him closer until the head of Mycroft's cock could press against his entrance. Mycroft's eyes met Gregory's and he was struck by how marvelous Gregory looked, his eyes were dark brown but sparking with desire and his cock was erect and bobbing slightly, Mycroft decided that this, this right here before him was the most beautiful sight he would ever see. Gregory nodded letting him know it was okay to push inside. He pressed inside Gregory slowly and gasped at the tight heat that encircled his cock in a warm fist.
He had pushed halfway in before he stopped giving Gregory time to adjust and himself time to get a grip on his control. His and Gregory's eyes had stayed locked the entire time he pressed into him and when he was ready Gregory nodded again and Mycroft pressed the full way inside stopping again for Gregory to get reacquainted with the feeling of being filled.
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"Mycroft move now," Greg moaned thrusting up against Mycroft after he had adjusted to Mycroft's cock deep inside him.
Breath rushed from Mycroft's lungs in a rush as he straightened from holding himself still and pulled almost all the way out of Greg before pushing back in.
"Finally," Greg moaned as they began their rhythm, slowly at first but building quickly.
Eventually Mycroft changed the angle of his thrusts and began brushing Gregory's prostate each time he reentered him fully.
"Oh god, Mycroft," Greg moaned reaching up to grab the back of Mycroft's head and pulling Mycroft's face down so they could kiss roughly.
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Mycroft allowed his tongue to explore Gregory's mouth as he snapped his hips forward harder to meet Gregory's thrusts, anything to get him just an inch deeper within Gregory.
"Fuck Mycroft," Gregory whispered against his lips as they both dissolved their kiss into breathless open mouthed pants.
"Gregory, you're perfect," Mycroft moaned, his mind knew he was being too sentimental for a first time, but his body and heart didn't care.
Mycroft's rhythm began to falter as he approached orgasm and he reached between them to wrap a hand around Gregory's cock and stroke it with quick hard pulls. It took only a few strokes for Gregory to cry out and send warm liquid arching across their stomachs.
As Gregory cried out his release his inner muscles started clenching, gripping warmer and tighter around Mycroft and with one last hard thrust inside Gregory Mycroft came groaning Gregory's name and planting his arms on opposite sides of his body to hold himself up.
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They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment before Greg cracked a smile and whispered, "Wow."
Mycroft grinned down at him and pulled out collapsing beside him on the bed, "Wow indeed," Mycroft muttered pressing a kiss to Greg's neck.
They laid there in bed for a few minutes before Mycroft got up and walked to his bathroom. Greg heard a tap run and we Mycroft came back he was no longer wearing a condom and he was holding a hand towel. Mycroft walked over to him an pressed the towel to his stomach Greg felt a warm wetness and when Mycroft removed the towel his stomach was no longer covered in his own release.
Mycroft walked back to the bathroom and Greg watched his naked arse retreating and smiled, he had wanted to do this very thing for so long if felt like a dream that it had actually happened. Then Greg remembered his dream from last night and he groaned. Mycroft returned and walked back to the bed scooping Greg into his arms and pulling the covers over them.
"What?" He asked curiously.
"This is a dream," Greg groaned.
Mycroft chuckled, "This is most certainly not a dream."
"Has to be," Greg yawned, "Too perfect."
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Mycroft could see no other way around this so Mycroft reached under the covers and pinched Gregory's arse cheek.
Gregory yelped, "What was that for?" he demanded.
"Not a dream," Mycroft said simply and pressed a kiss to Gregory's neck again.
Gregory chuckled, "Alright not a dream I agree."
"I'm glad," Mycroft grinned as he pulled Gregory into his arms and tucked his head under Mycroft's own.
"G'night," Gregory yawned snuggling back against Mycroft.
Mycroft sighed, content at the moment.
"Good night Gregory," Mycroft whispered placing a kiss into Gregory's silver hair.
They both fell asleep quickly and had no need for dreaming, everything they wanted had already happened that night.
Across the city two dark men spoke, one snarled in anger while the other tried and failed to keep him calm.
Alright babies, I'm sorry this took forever, but hopefully it was worth the wait. Also it's over 7,000 words so that makes it the longest chapter so far. I think it was pretty OOC in certain places, but it's always so awkward writing a conversation admittance of love interest. If you didn't think so I would love to be reassured…I really stress out about these things.
I'm going to Washington D.C. next week for a huge forensic science nerd camp and when I get back I'll have Marching Band, but I will try to never take this long to update again.
I hope you enjoyed to chapter.
Love, The Lord of Sexington