A/N: Just before posting I realized that I misread the prompt. It stated 'nosy neighbours' but I wrote a story 'noisy neighbours'. Sorry, the next drabble will be for the right prompt.
Noisy Neighbours
Mycroft had a time consuming and exhausting job, one that he absolutely loved and wouldn't trade for anything in the world. Coming back home worn out was surely a downside though. So at home, one thing Mycroft wanted the most was peace and quiet, and maybe some love from his caring lover. Gregory was amazing like that. Unfortunately others did hold much regard to what Mycroft wanted.
"I suggest we call the police." He said, barely containing his irritation, which was slowly turning into a slow burning anger.
"I'm the police," Gregory replied with a chuckle.
"Well, my brave Detective Inspector, can you go upstairs and give my neighbours a serous talking to?"
In his tired state, brimming on irritation, any loud noise grated on Mycroft's nerves; and the people living upstairs were too fond of loud music very late at night.
"I have a better idea." His lover muttered as his hands unhurriedly settled on Mycroft's hips.
"Gregory," Mycroft started but was silenced with a kiss. He wanted to say that he had a terrible day at work, that he was tired and he had to get up early the next day…But his exhaustion was eventually swept away by passion as Gregory's lips caressed his own and his hand wandered lower.
"For once, let's be the noisy neighbours."
"Let's be."