Chapter Ten: Happy Days

Author's Note: I give you, in the next two chapters... SMUT! Lots and lots of uncensored, sexy, smut! If you wish to avoid this, I suggest not reading this story at all... or perhaps just looking at each sentence with your eyes half closed.

For those of you wanting this, enjoy!

I live to entertain.

{IBegToDreamAndDiffer}

Greg Lestrade was in a good mood the next day. True, he hadn't got sex (something he hadn't had in a very, very long time), but he'd had the best first date of his life and taken care of himself thinking about said date. All in all, nothing could ruin his mood, not even a scowling Sherlock Holmes.

'Oh dear God, you did it, didn't you?'

Greg didn't know why Sherlock seemed to dislike his brother so much. He could tell Sherlock cared; if Mycroft were injured, Sherlock would be there. But other than that this childish feud seemed like it would never end.

'What did I do?' Greg asked, puffing on his cigarette. As usual Sherlock nicked one of his.

'You slept with him,' Sherlock said. 'How much is he paying you?'

'How much is John paying you?' Greg countered.

Sherlock's eyes snapped to him and Greg waited for an insult.

'Well played, Gregory,' Sherlock said.

Greg raised his eyebrows and Sherlock rolled his eyes.

'Don't look so surprised.'

'You just complimented me,' Greg said. 'You said something nice.'

'I did not,' Sherlock scowled. 'I said well played, that is all.'

'But from you, that's a standing ovation!' Greg said and Sherlock's scowl deepened. 'I didn't know you cared so much, Sherlock.'

Despite the fact that Greg was teasing him, Sherlock made no attempt to move. Greg was beginning to know Sherlock a little better. He'd known him for over five years, true, but his relationship with John was opening him up, giving Greg a chance to study the consulting detective a little more. The man thrived on insults and when Greg stood up to him, matched him, Sherlock respected that.

'How are you and John?' Greg asked. 'You looked a little wobbly when you walked over.'

Sherlock's eyes lit up a bit but he tried to keep the scowl in place. It wasn't working; Greg saw right through him.

'We're... good,' Sherlock said. 'Not easy, far from easy, but... good.'

'You love him?' Greg asked.

Sherlock looked him in the eye. 'I do.'

Greg smiled. 'Good.'

'Do you love Mycroft?' Sherlock asked.

Greg looked at him. 'I do, very much.'

'Good,' Sherlock said and took another cigarette. 'Just so you know, Lestrade, if you hurt my brother I'll kill you.'

Greg looked at him carefully. The sociopath was dead serious.

'Right, okay,' Greg said and puffed on his cigarette nervously. Sherlock grinned at him but if anything that just made Greg more nervous.

-oOo-

Greg whistled as he walked to his office, drawing the glances of a few people. It was young DI Dimmock that followed him, shutting Greg's door behind him.

'What's got you so chipper?' he asked.

As he had begun to quit drinking, it was Dimmock Greg found himself talking to when the group went for drinks. Dimmock wasn't much of a drinker and could barely get through one beer in eight hours. He and Lestrade had had long talks at the bar while Anderson, Sally and sometimes John got sloshed. Sherlock would never admit it, but Dimmock was quite intelligent and could hold his own in most conversations with the consulting detective. That just made Lestrade like him even more.

'Had a good date,' Greg admitted and sat behind his desk. Dimmock raised an eyebrow but Greg shook his head, 'No, not that good.'

'Oh, too bad,' Dimmock said. 'How long's it been?'

Lestrade ran a hand through his hair. 'A while.' Dimmock raised another eyebrow and waited patiently. He was good at that, waiting. He'd sit in the interrogation room and just stare at the suspect, asking small questions. Eventually his gaze would make them crack.

'A year,' Greg finally admitted. 'There was that one time with Danielle from forensics, and then that guy I met at the pub. No one since them.'

'Jesus, go get yourself laid,' Dimmock commented and went back to the door. 'So, who was the lucky person?'

'Mycroft Holmes,' Lestrade said.

Dimmock gaped at him. 'Are you serious? I mean, I saw you two kissing but... you're dating him?'

'He's nothing like Sherlock,' Greg said. 'Honestly. Well... he's a little like Sherlock, but they're not the same.'

Dimmock nodded. 'If you say so.' He cleared his throat before continuing. 'Anyway, just go home tonight and shag Holmes, alright? It might make you less of an arsehole.'

'Piss off!' Greg shouted but Dimmock was already ducking out the door, laughing.

-oOo-

The thought of a good shag preoccupied Greg's mind for most of the day. Again he found himself stuck behind his desk and after his third cup of coffee he slid out his mobile.

Any chance of dinner tonight? Or a brief visit? Anything? By the way, I had fun last night.

Greg.

Lestrade placed his phone back on the desk and went back to filling in reports. A second later his phone chimed.

Gregory, wonderful to hear from you. I do prefer a phone call, but sometimes texts cannot be helped.

MH

Too short, Lestrade texted back. Where's the gestures of love?

Greg

Mycroft replied quickly.

I had fun too and tonight would be lovely. How about that nice cafe on the corner? I know how much you love their chilli chicken. Shall we say five? I know you don't have any new cases and I believe you won't receive a new one until tomorrow. Oh, and by the way, I thought about you last night. And let's just say that I regret saying we should wait.

MH

Greg's cock twitched and he groaned. No, please no. Now Mycroft had the ability to make him hot through a text. He grumbled at himself and replied.

You bastard, now I'm hard. Damn you.

Greg

My poor love.

MH

Greg stared at his phone, wondering what he should say back. Finally he settled by saying five sounded good and placed his phone back on the table.

It chimed twenty minutes later and Greg smiled when he saw Mycroft's name.

Knock, knock.

MH

Greg frowned, and then jumped when there was a knock on his office door. 'Come in,' he said.

The door opened swiftly and Mycroft Holmes entered. He smiled and closed to door behind him.

'Good afternoon, Detective Inspector Lestrade, I trust you've had a good day,' Mycroft said.

Greg smiled. 'I'm just fine, thank you, Mr Holmes. A little stiff, though.'

Mycroft chuckled. 'Yes, so I've heard.' He flicked the lock on the office door and smiled. 'I think I can take care of that.'

Greg felt blood rise to his face. He cleared his throat but his voice still came out croaky. 'Is that... is that so?'

Mycroft crossed the room and hung his umbrella from the chair in front of Greg's desk. He then grabbed the back of Greg's chair and spun the DI to face him.

'Can I help you?' Greg asked, raising his eyebrows.

Mycroft smiled. 'No,' he said, 'but I can help you.'

He leaned forward and kissed Greg. It was soft, quiet, and nice. Greg kissed back and licked Mycroft's bottom lip, making the man moan quietly. Greg felt in control until fingers began un-buckling his belt.

'What are you doing?' Greg asked against Mycroft's lips.

The politician continued to kiss Greg as he pulled the belt free and unzipped his fly.

'I heard you had an issue, that you were stiff,' Mycroft said and rubbed Greg's erection through his boxer shorts, making Greg gasp. 'I think I can help you.'

'There are–' Greg gasped as Mycroft fingered his pulsing prick, '–there are p-people out-outside.'

'I'm aware of that,' Mycroft breathed and ran his tongue along Greg's jaw line. 'But I made it clear we were not to be disturbed for the next twenty minutes.'

'Twenty minutes?' Greg said. 'I don't think I'll hold out another two.'

Mycroft kissed him and licked at his teeth, his tongue, his cheeks. Greg moaned and bucked into Mycroft's hand.

'Patience, love,' Mycroft smiled.

'Fuck that,' Greg groaned and grabbed Mycroft's tie, pulling closer. Mycroft nearly lost his balance and placed both hands in Lestrade's lap to steady himself. It turned both men on and Mycroft felt his own cock going stiff.

'Fuck it,' the taller man gasped and pulled Greg's cock from his boxers.

'First time I've ever heard you swear,' Greg grinned as Mycroft knelt down. 'I like it.'

All words stopped when Mycroft wrapped his lips around Greg's dick, sucking slowly as he fondled his balls. Lestrade gasped and leaned back, groaning. He'd imagined this, had dreamed it, but nothing was as good as the real thing.

He could barely keep his eyes open as Mycroft sucked him, gripping the base of his cock with one hand. He licked the tip and Greg groaned.

'I fear your cock has gone far too long without a loving hand,' Mycroft said, breathing over Lestrade's sex. 'And your own doesn't count, Gregory.'

'You're killing me,' Greg moaned.

Mycroft lowered his head again and added teeth, grazing them along Greg's dick. He bucked into Mycroft's throat, nearly choking him, but like all good politicians he was good with change and adjusted his sucking accordingly.

Greg was basically fucking Mycroft's mouth but both seemed to be enjoying it. Greg groaned and moaned, stuffing a fist into his mouth to stop from being so loud.

'Oh, G-God, Mycroft,' he breathed heavily.

Mycroft grinned and slid a finger down to Greg's opening, rubbing it softly.

It sent Greg over the edge and he came suddenly, filling Mycroft's mouth. He sucked it all down and withdrew his mouth, letting Greg's cock go limp. The DI was panting heavily as Mycroft dabbed at his mouth and then Greg's prick with a silk handkerchief.

'I believe that takes care of the stiffness you reported,' Mycroft smirked. Greg was barely able to breathe. It took him a few minutes to tuck himself away and kiss Mycroft.

'That... was... amazing.'

Mycroft grinned. 'I'm glad you thought so.'

Suddenly Greg stood and pushed Mycroft back. The government official fell to sit on Greg's desk.

'What are you–?' Mycroft began but was cut off when Lestrade pressed himself against him. Greg stuck his tongue down Mycroft's throat and both groaned at the taste.

'Pants off, now,' Greg said.

Mycroft pulled back. 'I don't think that's a good idea.'

'Why not?' Greg demanded.

'I'm here for you, love, not myself,' Mycroft said. 'I can wait.'

'I can't,' Greg said and bent down. Before Mycroft could protest, Greg withdrew the belt, pants and underwear so that they fell around Mycroft's knees.

Greg took a second to marvel at a half naked Mycroft, his erect cock standing to attention. Greg grinned and said, 'God, you're beautiful.'

Mycroft rolled his eyes and said, 'Please, I am ordinary at be– ah!' The last sound came out in response to Greg pushing his mouth down over Mycroft's cock.

Mycroft groaned and bucked slightly as Greg fell into a good rhythm.

'Oh, Greg... God...'

Greg smirked around his cock and added teeth, grazing them along Mycroft's shaft just like he'd done.

Mycroft gasped again and said, 'Fuck... me...'

'I wish,' Lestrade said, removing his mouth.

'Oh, believe me, after this I won't be waiting any longer then tonight,' Mycroft assured him.

Greg was satisfied to hear the desperation. It was amazing that he, Greg Lestrade, could make a powerful man like Mycroft Holmes sound like that.

'Greg,' Mycroft whimpered and Lestrade realised he'd neglected Mycroft's prick. 'Please...' he said.

Greg obliged and once again sucked Mycroft off. The elder Holmes groaned and thrust slightly, pushing his cock deeper into Greg's mouth.

'Oh God, Greg,' Mycroft moaned.

Greg stopped just long enough to hiss, 'Keep it down!'

He went back to sucking Mycroft off and the elder Holmes found it difficult to keep his voice down. It had been years since anyone had done this, and Mycroft was worried he'd scream out in pleasure soon. Greg was very, very good with that mouth.

Greg felt Mycroft's thighs tense beneath him and he sucked harder before poking at Mycroft's arse, just like the man had done to him. Greg sucking him off was great and quickly bringing Mycroft to his climax. But that added with Greg trailing two fingers along his arse... well , just like Greg, it sent Mycroft over the edge.

'Coming,' the politician managed to gasp before he orgasmed, shooting his seed down Greg's throat. Greg lapped up as much as he could before withdrawing his mouth. Mycroft weakly offered his silk handkerchief and Lestrade mopped them both up.