The flat had been picked now there was just moving in and setting up. As much as Mycroft would have loved to have someone else do it he and Greg did it with a bit of help from a few people.

They had painted and agreed on curtains together and dishes and sheets and paint colors without trouble. It had been more fun then anything else. Greg had been smiling when they were picking out the paint but while he hadn't been looking he pumped into a woman.

"Oh I'm sorry Miss." He apologized.

"Gregory?"

"Anna." His ex-wife stood before him.

"How are you?" she flashed him a small smile.

"I'm fine."

"Greg there you are." Mycroft showed up cart in hand. It had rollers and brushes along with painter's tape.

"Friend of yours?" Anna asked.

"My boyfriend actually."

As if the world were smiling down on his someone called to Anna and she said good-bye before walking out of the isle. "So that's your ex-wife?"

Greg nodded.

"Your love was wasted on her. She didn't deserve you and she's hardly happy now with who ever she's with. She's put on-"

"Don't Mycroft. I see in her face she's not happy. Let's get this done so we can get started."

It took a full week to get everything painted and settled into the house. Boxes had been packed and unpacked. Living room and kitchen sets had been picked and delivered. A room for the girls had been set and Mycroft and Greg had an office to share.

"Now just one last thing." Mycroft smiled as he let Gunner out of her cage. "Now we're all set." Mycroft kissed the man.

"Now how about you help me christen the place not like I can do it alone." Gregory smiled as he started off for their new bedroom. Mycroft could feel himself harden and he started to see articles of clothing left behind.

Mycroft stood in the doorway of the bedroom just as Greg was kicking off his shoes and socks, before stepping out of his jeans and boxers. "Are you going to stand there and keep pitching a tent or are you going to do something about this?" Lestrade flashed Mycroft a seductive smile as he gestured to his own erection.

Mycroft striped quickly and covered the other man's body with his in less then a minute. Before long they groaning and moaning, hot, sweaty and rocking. Mycroft was buried deep inside the other man tearing screams of pleasure from the man.

"Greg stop screaming." Mycroft panted.

"Then…take it…easy."

Mycroft covered Greg's lips with his own and pushed harder, deeper, faster. Bringing them to completion. "God I love you." Greg panted. Mycroft kissed the silver head. "I love you too."

By the end of the week they had been on nearly every surface of the house. Greg collapsed on Mycroft's chest letting his head rest over the man's pounding heart listening as it evened out.

"I think that's every where." Mycroft breathed out his chest heaving as he did so.

"Kitchen table?"

"Check."

"Bathroom?"

"Check."

"The office?"

"Check."

"Dinning room?"

"Check.

"Bedroom?"

"Double check."

"Living room?"

"Check."

"Then we're good. But we do have to go to bed you know." Greg told him.

"I'd rather risk my neck and stay here." Mycroft protested.

"Bed." Greg winced as he sat up and climbed off Mycroft. Mycroft reached up and smacked the arse in front of him. When Greg rounded on him he smiled.