Hello all! Please accept my sincerest apologies and forgive me for not posting this weekend. I was super busy and had zero time to do anything except planning for upcoming events (see end notes for more info on this). But I'll be posting a chapter this upcoming Saturday as well, so you'll be getting two chapters in a week. Does that make up for my being late?

MJCF: Mycroft
Me: Greg

Warnings for this chapter: binge eating, vomiting, Mystrade feels, Mystrade sexy times, a proposal, dream sex, anal sex, oral sex, blow jobs, smut smut smut.

Mycroft flew over his favourite field till dark. His meeting with the PM of the High Council had been rescheduled, meaning all he'd had to do all day was think. Thinking for an angel like himself was incredibly dangerous, especially after the trauma that had happened with his Gregory. So the moment he got home he found himself breaking his promise not to binge. He ate and ate like he was an angel child once more. He only stopped when a sharp pain hit his stomach. He slid to the ground and crawled into a small, shaking ball. His stomach was so large that he looked like he was with child, but all he was carrying was a food baby.

Greg returned home late, having decided to complete all his paperwork at once. His brain was fried and his eyes were tired, but it was worth it. He went into the kitchen for a beer and nearly tripped over Mycroft who was writhing around on the floor, clutching his stomach.

'Oh, Myc,' Greg sighed, kneeling beside him, petting his wings soothingly.

'Get away from me!' Mycroft screamed. 'I'm a monster! Please, just leave!'

'You aren't a monster, Mycroft,' Greg said softly, continuing to pet him. 'It was a false heat. I'm fine. But now I know to stay away when you glow red.'

'You don't love me,' Mycroft sobbed. 'You love this body and this body is dead! And when I say this body I mean the cock attached to it!'

'I don't love you for your body, Mycroft. Though it is pleasing to look at. I love you for your mind. You're brilliant, remarkable, amazing. All those and more. I do love you, Mycroft. I do.'

'No,' Mycroft sobbed. 'You can't possibly love me. You should just leave. It'd be easier for us both.'

'You're an idiot if you think that.' Greg frowned. 'I love you. Really, I do. And if marriages between humans and angels were legal I'd wed you right now to prove my love.'

'Really?' Mycroft sobbed out. 'You'd marry an angel like me?'

'What do you mean like you? Of course I would! You're brilliant and handsome and kinky.' Greg waggled his eyebrows. 'Anyone would be lucky to have you. And I'm so lucky and happy that I got you as my angel.'

Mycroft sniffled. 'Right now I just feel fat, stupid, and fucked up.'

'You are neither of those things,' Greg said softly, pressing a tender kiss to Mycroft's forehead. 'Now let's get you to the loo before you spew all over the kitchen. Then we can go to bed and I can cuddle a pillow since you probably won't want me to cuddle you due to your stomach hurting.'

Mycroft groaned in agreement. 'I really went too far this time. My stomach is in excruciating pain.'

'Ok. Try not to throw up all over me. Here we go.' Greg picked Mycroft up as gently as he could manage, taking him to the loo. Mycroft dropped to his knees as soon as they reached the toilet and began spewing out the tons of food he'd consumed.

'Oh hun,' Greg frowned, rubbing Myc's back between his wings. 'You really ate a lot.'

'I bloody ate the whole kitchen out,' Mycroft groaned out, continuing to throw up.

'Oh. Wow. We'll have to get some more food then. Can't have your nephew going hungry. Or anyone else in the house.'

'I'm such a selfish bastard,' Mycroft sobbed. 'So, so selfish.'

'You had a trying and exhausting day, Myc,' Greg said softly. 'Everyone is selfish when they feel like shit. Now let's get into bed. But rinse your mouth out first so you don't taste vomit.'

'Can you fetch me a glass of water?' Mycroft asked, his voice cracking.

'Sure. Can you make it to bed? Or do you want my help with that as well?'

'Carry me,' Mycroft whispered. 'And then you can cuddle me.'

'Ok,' Greg smiled softly. He stood and got a glass from the kitchen, filled it with water and returned to the bathroom, passing it to Myc.

'Thank you.' Mycroft sipped at the water gingerly before passing it back to Gregory.

'Bed now?' Greg asked, taking a few sips from the water himself.

'Bed,' Mycroft groaned out in agreement.

'Ok. Come on.' Greg picked Mycroft up and carried him to bed. He took his clothes off and draped them over Myc's chair. He stripped out of his own clothes and climbed into bed, cuddling up to Mycroft and draping the covers over them.

'Love you,' he whispered, kissing the tip of Mycroft's nose.

'I love you too,' Mycroft breathed softly.

'Go to sleep, love. You'll feel better in the morning.'

'Night, dear,' Mycroft mumbled softly. Greg placed another kiss to Myc's forehead, mumbling, 'Love you,' against it.

'Can I pop into your dream?' he asked, snuggling up to his love.

'Yeah,' Greg mumbled, already almost asleep. Mycroft closed his eyes and drifted off into Gregory's dream.

'Hi,' he mumbled sheepishly when he reached there.

'Get over here ya big lummox,' Greg smiled, pulling Mycroft into a hug.

'Lummox?' Mycroft scoffed fondly. 'I haven't heard that one before.'

'Mmm. It's new. Thought I'd give it a try. Now will you stop being an idiot and hug me back?'

Mycroft sighed in exasperation and hugged his Gregory tightly. 'Better?'

'Much,' Greg grinned. 'Feeling better now?'

'A little,' Mycroft sighed. 'Though my tummy still hurts.'

'I can fix that,' Greg said softly, splaying his palm over Mycroft's stomach and rubbing it gently. Mycroft sighed softly and placed a kiss on Gregory's neck.

'Thank you, Gregory.'

'You're quite welcome,' Greg smiled, tilting his head up for a proper kiss. Mycroft captured Gregory's lips in a soft kiss. He pulled away in surprise as he felt something hard by his thigh.

'Oh.'

'I'm not apologising for that,' Greg smirked, his hands travelling down Mycroft's torso to cup his own hardening cock. Except it wasn't hard. Not even a little bit. Greg frowned and looked up at Myc, hurt and confused.

'I can't, Gregory,' Mycroft whispered, his voice shaking. 'I hurt you and it's going to take me a while to get over that.'

'No, it's fine,' Greg said, pulling away, his own erection deflating. 'I understand. You need time to get things together. I should too. Don't want to rush it.'

'I am so sorry, Gregory,' Mycroft sniffled. 'Can we just cuddle?'

'Of course. Cuddling is fine. It's great,' Greg smiled softly. He eased them both down onto a bed and cuddled up to Myc, his head resting on his chest.

'I love you, Gregory,' Mycroft hummed softly. 'And, just for the record, I'd marry you too.'

'Good,' Greg smiled. 'Maybe you aren't such an idiot after all.'

'Shhh you,' Mycroft grumbled. 'I know I'm an utter idiot.'

'I love you anyway,' Greg smirked. 'And I'm already working on forgiving you for what happened.'

'How is it possible for you to even think of forgiving me?' Mycroft sniffled. 'I really, really hurt you. I turned into a monster in front of your very eyes. I raped you.'

'Sherlock did the same thing and his human forgave him,' Greg pointed out.

'Damn hormones probably clouded his mind,' Mycroft scoffed. 'If I were you I'd hate me.'

'Then perhaps I'm the idiot.' Greg frowned. He let go of Mycroft and turned over.

'Did I – I'll just leave.' Mycroft sniffled loudly and left the dream world before Gregory could protest. Greg sobbed as soon as he felt Mycroft leave, curling in on himself and holding his knees to his chest. What the hell was going on with his life these days?

He sobbed until he felt sick and woke up, running to the bathroom to vomit into the loo.

'Oh, Gregory,' Mycroft sighed softly. 'I'm so sorry. I did this... And I'm so sorry.'

Greg sobbed some more at Mycroft's words, his tears falling off his chin into the toilet water in big droplets.

'Gregory?' Mycroft slowly knelt beside the sobbing man. 'Speak to me. What's going on in that funny little mind of yours? Hmm?'

'Funny? Is that all I am to you?' Greg choked out, staring at his vomit in the loo. 'Am I really just a silly little human to you? I must be. I mean, how could you possibly love me? Look at you. You're a fucking angel, and one of the most important ones out there. I'm just a puny, fragile, stupid little human. I'm not important in the slightest. How on this great and massive Earth could you possibly love stupid, old me?'

'I meant it in an endearing way, dear,' Mycroft hushed softly. 'And how could I not love you? You're charming. You have a great sense of humor. You're handsome. I don't think I've ever seen such sexy hair before. You're great to cuddle up to. You listen to my hard day when I know you've had an equally trying day. You love me for what and who I am. And your soul? Your soul is so pure. Gregory, I love you. I love you so much.'

Greg stopped and listened to Mycroft's soft words, hanging on each one. When he finally stopped talking he slowly turned to look at his angel, fresh tears falling down his cheeks.

'Why couldn't you have said that earlier?' he choked out, a small smile on his lips. 'I love you too, you big old teddy bear. Now can we please cuddle and sleep without arguing? I really need to rest.'

'I'm not a teddy bear,' Mycroft pouted. 'But very well. Come to bed with me, dear. We'll cuddle all night long.'

Greg smiled softly and flushed the loo, rinsing his mouth out before following Myc to bed and cuddling him securely.

'I've changed my mind,' Mycroft said softly. 'If you want to make love in your dream, then we can.'

'I'm not in the mood anymore,' Greg yawned. 'Let's just cuddle. We don't even have to talk. I just want to be with you.'

'That sounds good to me. Now shh. Go to sleep. I'll be right behind.'

Greg hummed and fell into a deep sleep, Mycroft joining him soon after.

He kissed him softly first before cuddling up to him and linking their hands together over Myc's chest. Mycroft gently began to hum a random tune, his hand moving to run through Gregory's perfect, silver hair. Greg hummed softly and cuddled closer, listening to Mycroft's tune and relaxing totally and completely as he played with his hair.

'Your hair is too perfect.' Mycroft leaned in and suckled lightly on Gregory's ear. Greg moaned softly and nuzzled against Myc's chest, a leg wrapping around one of his and pulling them closer.

'Take me,' Mycroft begged as he rut against Gregory's leg. Greg was snogging Myc and pushing inside him even before he'd completed his sentence. He thrust at a leisurely pace before gradually picking up speed.

'Fuck!' Mycroft gasped out in shock. 'Oh hell! Gregory!'

'There you are,' Greg smirked as he found Mycroft's prostate, stimulating it as often as possible. 'And there you are,' he said to Myc, kissing him heatedly. 'Glad to have you back.'

'You teasing bastard!' Mycroft cried out, rocking backward on Gregory's cock as best he could, his own cock laying on the soft curve of his belly.

'Now that wasn't very nice,' Greg smirked devilishly. 'I should gag you for that. Though I like it very much when you cry my name when you cum.' He thrust harder and grasped his angel's cock with both hands, pumping to match the pace of his thrusts.

'I'll show you not very nice!' Mycroft snarled, lunging forward to nip and suck at Greg's neck, moaning louder and louder as he was brought closer to the edge.

'Oh my god, yes!' Greg cried. 'Mark me! Show everyone that I'm yours! Oh god! Fuck! Gonna– Myyyyyyyc!' Greg screamed as he all but exploded inside Mycroft, his cock pulsing and throbbing painfully.

'Gre-gor-eeeeee!' Mycroft threw his head back and screamed as his lover continued to cum inside of him, his own cock spraying thick blobs of cum all over Gregory. Greg slipped the head of Mycroft's cock into his mouth as he continued to cum, swallowing down the last spurts of his seed.

'Oh dear lord! Yes! That's it Gregory! Milk me to the last drop!' Mycroft cried out, his entire body shaking from the orgasm still passing through his system. Greg swallowed as much of Mycroft as he could, sucking him hard as he felt his orgasm beginning to subside.

'Oh, Gregory,' Mycroft hummed, his hand moving through his Gregory's hair. 'Thank you.'

Greg released Mycroft with a loud pop and licked his lips free of stray seed, grinning down at Mycroft.

'No, thank you for letting us do that,' he purred, kissing Mycroft soundly.

'It was a pleasure,' Mycroft hummed, nipping at Gregory's lower lip. 'I've missed you.'

'Missed you too,' Greg hummed. 'Glad to see you come to your senses. That was fantastic, I just have to say.'

'It's impossible to resist you for long, Gregory. You're gorgeous.'

'So are you,' Greg smiled, kissing Mycroft softly, their tongues dancing together.

'No, I'm really not,' Mycroft mumbled bashfully.

'Yes you are,' Greg said softly. 'You're the most exquisite creature I've ever seen. You're beautiful, exotic, and god damn those wings. They're as silver as my hair. You're gorgeous, Myc.'

'You really think so?' Mycroft asked, biting his lips. 'I don't feel particularly gorgeous.'

'Shall I rectify that?' Greg purred, kissing him again.

'Yes. please do,' Mycroft purred back. Greg growled and straddled Mycroft, kissing him heatedly before kissing down his whole body.

'Yes! Oh Gregory! Show me how gorgeous I am!'

'That's what I'm doing you berk,' Greg smirked. 'Now lay back and enjoy it.' He resumed kissing and nipping his way down Mycroft's body, his tongue tracing his collarbone.

Mycroft closed his eyes and allowed Gregory to bath him in hot pleasure. He moaned in appreciation and fisted the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white. Greg moved all along and down Mycroft's body, dipping his tongue into his navel when he reached his belly.

Mycroft whimpered. 'Yes! A little lower! Suck me off!'

'Gladly,' Greg purred. He suckled the head of Mycroft's cock before sucking him down slowly, his hand wanking the length he couldn't swallow. Mycroft groaned, his hips rolling of their own accord, a list of profanities falling from his lips. Greg sucked harder and swallowed Mycroft deeper, hollowing out his cheeks and bobbing his head.

'I am sooo close!' Mycroft cried out, his voice vibrating with anticipation for his release. Greg snuck his free hand down and pulled on Mycroft's sac, pulling it taut before releasing it with a slap.

'You dirty man!' Mycroft roared, cumming so hard he could barely think or see. Greg swallowed everything Mycroft gave, sliding his cock further down his throat so it would simply slide down into his stomach.

Mycroft hummed and pulled out of Gregory's mouth. 'Gregory, you shall be the death of me.'

'I certainly hope not,' Greg pouted, crawling back up Mycroft's body to cuddle him again. 'I would be very sad indeed.'

'No.' Mycroft shook his head. 'If I die don't be sad. Be happy. Move on with life.'

'You seriously want me to be happy about your death?' Greg frowned. 'I'd be devastated. Granted, the pain would lessen and I'd move on in life, but I'd still miss you terribly.'

'You won't remember me.' Mycroft swallowed thickly. 'You literally won't be able to remember me.'

'What, like my memories get wiped of your existence?'

Mycroft whimpered and buried his head in Gregory's shoulder. 'Yes. Bingo. You won't remember me at all.'

'That's horribly inconvenient,' Greg sniffled. 'I don't want to forget you.'

'I'm sorry, Gregory.' Mycroft kissed his lover on the top of his head. 'I don't make the rules.'

'Can't you change them?' Greg sniffled. 'You're part of the High Council. Can't you guys do that? Change the rules? Our government does it all the time.'

'I'm not powerful enough, dear,' Mycroft choked out, hugging him tightly.

'Then make an appeal or something,' Greg said brokenly. 'I don't want to forget you should you go before me.'

'Gregory, you won't know any different,' Mycroft said sadly.

'I don't care! I want to remember you! It's not fair!'

'I know!' Mycroft sobbed out. 'It's not fair! It fucking hurts that you won't be able to remember me!'

'Why the hell are we always crying lately?' Greg sniffled. 'Seriously. I was never so emotional before. What the hell has happened to me?'

'Perhaps it's because we have more to lose now.' Mycroft pulled Gregory tighter to him, kissing his neck softly.

'Perhaps, yes. But I was never this emotional with my ex-wife. She always wanted me to be more emotional, more open. I guess it just takes the right person to make you open up and make yourself vulnerable.'

'You're my emotional weakness. I used to be so strong but now you make my knees go weak, and my heart beat far too fast, and I've never felt so scared to lose something. I love you.'

'Same here,' Greg sniffled. 'And I love you so much. You... This is gonna sound so cheesy, but you complete me, Mycroft.'

'That doesn't sound cheesy at all. Do you know why? You complete me too.'

'Good. That's good,' Greg grinned dopily, cuddling closer. 'We're a complete set, aren't we? A set of nutters, that is.'

'Oh yes,' Mycroft chuckled. 'We're completely barking mad.'

'Mmm. Completely, utterly, barking mad,' Greg hummed. 'But I don't care. I love you, and that's all that matters.'

'Marry me,' Mycroft whispered. 'We'll go to one of those illegal churches for angels and humans. Just, please marry me.'

'I didn't realise there were such things. But... Yes. Yes, I'll marry you. Though ask me properly when we wake up, ok?'

'Of course. I'll buy you a ring and I'll propose on one knee.' Mycroft grinned and kissed Gregory.

'I can't wait,' Greg smiled into the kiss.

'Mmm. You gorgeous, gorgeous man.'

Greg moaned softly before hearing a beeping coming in through the dream.

'Alarm. Time for work.'

'No,' Mycroft whined. 'Don't you dare wake up.'

'Myc, I have to,' Greg groaned, already fighting the impulse to wake up and hit snooze. 'I've got people to arrest and keep off the streets. And you know how sexy I am when I slap handcuffs on someone.'

'You're even sexier when you're fucking me. Fuck me right now. Don't wake up.'

'Myc, I can't. Please. Fuck.' He groaned as he woke up and hit snooze, rolling back over to cuddle Mycroft.

'I'm sorry,' he whispered. 'I'm really sorry. But I can fuck you now before I have to leave. Make it a quickie.'

Mycroft huffed and rolled over. 'Don't bother, Gregory. I didn't want a quickie.'

'What's the matter? First you want to marry me and now you don't want to have sex? Are you ok? Did I do something wrong?'

'No. It's fine. I just don't want a quick fuck,' Mycroft sniffled. 'I want you to take your time with me.'

'Ok. Well, how about when I get home from work I'll treat you special? Dinner, some music, candles, the works. Then we can make sweet love all night if you want. Tomorrow's my day off as well, so perhaps we can go out somewhere. Make a day of it. Get married in secret.'

Mycroft nodded into his pillow and sighed softly. 'I'd love that, Gregory. It's been awhile since we did anything romantic.'

'Great. I'll pick up some stuff for dinner on the way home. And you may want to go out and purchase some food as well seeing as you said you ate out the whole kitchen. How are you feeling by the way?'

'Not very good. Tummy still hurts like hell,' Mycroft whined, clutching his belly.

'Mmm. Take some antacids and drink some more water. Then rest for a bit more. I'm no doctor, but it's helped me when I had stomach aches.'

'Thank you, Gregory,' Mycroft mumbled sleepily.

'I love you,' Greg whispered, kissing Mycroft softly. Mycroft hummed and fell back to sleep.

Greg rolled his eyes and sighed. He got dressed quietly and ate a small breakfast before dashing out. He made a list of supplies to buy while there was a lull in the workload. Dinner, music, candles, lube. He was going to cook Mycroft's favourite for dinner, the soft music playing in the background. Perhaps they'd dance for a little while before they made it to the bedroom, where the candles would be set up. Then they'd make love for a good long while and sleep in each other's arms. He smiled to himself. It sounded like a wonderfully romantic date.

Mycroft awoke later that afternoon with a groan. He took something for his stomach and smiled softly to himself as he rememberd what he'd asked Gregory. Right, time to go ring shopping.

...::-::...

Greg stopped off at Tesco's on the way home, picking up dinner supplies, a CD of romantic classical music, and a tube of lube. He searched around for unscented candles and found none, so he settled on some that said they smelled of cherry blossoms. He paid for everything and made his way home, setting everything up and changing into better clothes. Mycroft was out, probably angel duties or something, so Greg had plenty of time to light the candles, the room smelling fresh and sweet instantly. He hummed and popped the CD into the stereo system, a piece by Bach filling the house. He then started on dinner, humming along to the music at some points, a very contented smile on his face.

Mycroft had picked out the perfect wedding ring for his Gregory. It was a simple silver band but it had the words 'forever yours' inscribed on the inside. He hurried home, smiling at the smell of food cooking and the sound of Gregory humming softly as he walked through the door.

'Honey, I'm home!'

'Welcome home, love,' Greg smiled, pecking Mycroft on the lips. 'Dinner should be ready in a few, so you can clean up a bit before we eat.'

'I'll be right back,' Mycroft smirked. He hurried into his bedroom and put on a dashing new suit that he'd been saving for Gregory. He knew that for his Gregory being dressed up in a three piece suit was just as pornographic as when he was naked. He slid the ring inside his jacket pocket and sprayed on some cologne that he knew Gregory couldn't resist. Smiling at himself in the mirror he returned to Gregory.

'Mmm. It certainly smells good, dear.'

Greg paused slightly and sniffed the air. He turned to Mycroft, his eyes wide, pupils blown. He sniffed again and swallowed loudly.

'You're wearing that cologne.'

'Oh yes, dear,' Mycroft smirked, a devious glint in his eyes. 'And you know I only wear it on special occasions.'

'And the... the suit? That for a special occasion too?'

'Oh, this old thing?' Mycroft raised an eyebrow. 'It's nothing really. Just a little something I imported from Italy.'

Greg whimpered. Damn Mycroft for knowing his weaknesses. Italian suits and that damn cologne.

'I'm gonna burn dinner if you don't get out of here,' he said in a quiet voice. 'So go ahead and get your glass of wine and go to the sitting room. I'll come get you when it's ready.'

Mycroft chuckled softly in fond amusement. He really did affect his human, didn't he? He grabbed a bottle of his most expensive wine, winked at Gregory, and smacked his arse before exiting the room.

'Eep!' Greg squealed, his cheeks flushed a bright red now. He watched Mycroft leave, staring pointedly at his voluptuous arse. He shook his head and returned to dinner, making sure the fish didn't overcook.

'Gregory, I'm splayed out on the sofa. If you don't get your arse in here now I'll start the strip tease without you!'

Greg groaned loudly. 'Two more minutes on the fish! Then you're gonna eat it and then I'm gonna fucking ravish you! Don't you dare strip without me!'

'But it's so hot!' Mycroft groaned, stretching his body further along the sofa. 'I don't think I can help myself. Oh god.'

'Oh god? What do you mean, "oh god?"' Greg was sweating now he was so turned on. He was achingly hard in his trousers to the point it hurt.

'I think my cock just broke through my pants! Hence the oh god.' Mycroft dove a hand down his trousers and groaned. Fuck it. Greg took the fish off the oven and turned the burner off. He stalked out to the sitting room, his hands clenched into fists at his side, and glared at Mycroft.

'You do not fight fucking fair,' he growled, removing his hand from his pants and straddling him.

'Do I not?' Mycroft laughed softly. 'I do apologise for that, dear.'

'Just shut up and fuck me,' Greg growled, smothering Mycroft's lips with his own.

'There's actually something I need to present you. However, you will have to get off of my lap.'

'But you burst through your pants,' Greg moaned. 'Oh god, I can feel it. Oh shit.'

'Please, Gregory. This is important. I need to do this whilst I still have the guts to do so.'

'Ugh. Ok.' Greg slid off Mycroft's lap and sat back on the couch, pouting heavily.

'I think I know how to make that pout disappear.' Mycroft smirked, sliding down to the floor and getting on one knee in front of Gregory. Greg's heart stopped. Oh my god. It was actually happening. Mycroft cleared his throat and smiled.

'I've known you for many years, Gregory. And since I met you my life has been turned upside down, in a good way. You make me so happy and what's more you bring out my humanity. For that I am forever grateful. I would very much like to spend the rest of my life with you. So, will you do me the honor of marrying me?' He fished out the ring and presented it to his lover. Greg smiled wide, his eyes bright with tears.

'Yes. Of course I'll marry you.'

Mycroft let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding and slid the ring onto Gregory's finger. Greg pulled Mycroft up for a passionate kiss, cradling his head in his hands. Mycroft clambered fully onto Gregory's lap and began to rock against him as he returned the passionate kiss. Greg whimpered and moaned as Mycroft rocked above him. His hands slid down his back and gripped his arse tight, pulling them closer together.

'May I take you, Gregory?' Mycroft pleaded, desperation in his voice.

'Yes. Oh god yes. Take me right here,' Greg whimpered.

Mycroft smirked. 'Oh. I will. All in good time though. Didn't I say I was going to give you a strip tease?'

'Oh yes. Let me see that,' Greg grinned. Mycroft grinned and slowly, almost painfully slowly, he began to strip from his suit. Greg hummed and sat back, watching Mycroft strip for him. Oh yes. This was what papa Greg liked to watch. This was most certainly his division. Mycroft stripped from his shirt, waistcoat, jacket and tie but he took far longer with his trousers, teasing Gregory, wiggling his arse.

'Oh yes. Tease me you fucker,' Greg grinned, setting his lips hungrily.

'I'm so big, Gregory. I think I'm reaching a new record!' Mycroft grabbed Gregory's hands and pushed them against his clothed cock.

'Oh god. Yes. You feel fucking huge,' Greg moaned, wrapping his hands around Mycroft's cock and massaging the throbbing flesh.

'Think I can fit in your tight little arse?' Mycroft's hips jerked upwards and he groaned.

'There's only one way to find out,' Greg smirked, squeezing Mycroft's cock tight.

'Get me out of these damn trousers!' Greg removed the trousers from his angel swiftly, being mindful not to tear them in any way. He'd never forgive himself if he ruined an Italian suit. Mycroft's cock spring free and smacked Greg on the cheek, leaving dollops of precum behind.

'Jesus. You were right when you said you ripped through your pants,' Greg breathed out in awe.

'Mmm. Now for your clothes,' Mycroft smirked, ripping Greg out of his clothes.

'Hey! Easy! These are the nicest clothes I've got!'

'They're just clothes. I'll buy you some more. Now suck.' Mycroft placed his fingers on Gregory's lips.

'I have lube,' he said, pulling it out from between the cushions. 'I came prepared.'

'Oh, you dirty man,' Mycroft grinned, taking the lube and squeezing it on his fingers thickly.

Greg smirked and turned over, presenting his arse for Mycroft. Mycroft pressed one finger into Gregory's entrance gingerly.

'Oh,' Greg moaned softly, humming. 'Don't stop.'

'I don't plan to stop,' Mycroft moaned in reply, adding more fingers and stretching Gregory.

'Oh! Oh god!' Greg moaned, pushing back on the fingers.

'Saying the lord's name in vain? Tut Tut. You naughty man.' Mycroft moved his fingers at a more punishing pace.

'Fuck! Shit! Oh my god! Take me already!'

Mycroft lubed his cock up and pushed himself inside Gregory. Greg gasped and moaned, pushing back against Mycroft's cock, wanting him deeper. His muscles twitched as Mycroft pushed inside, deeper and deeper, almost like his cock went on forever. Finally he stopped, seated fully inside, and Greg let out a loud whine as his muscles spasmed from the intense feeling of fullness. Mycroft didn't allow Gregory any time to get used to the size of his cock. He began to move in and out at a punishing pace, hitting his prostate over and over again.

'Oh my gawd!' Greg screamed, clutching onto the couch for dear life. Mycroft stilled his movements and leaned down to kiss and nip at Gregory's neck.

'Oh god, Myc, please! Don't tease me like this! Please!' Greg whined, wriggling on Mycroft's cock for some beloved friction.

'I'm sorry, love. It's just too much fun.' He bit down hard on Gregory's neck and sucked a bright red mark into it.

'Myc, please!' Greg begged. 'While I appreciate you marking me, please just fuck me! Please!'

'Your wish is my command.' Mycroft picked up a frantic pace once more.

'Oh god yes! Fuck me!' Greg screamed, biting the couch to stifle his cries of pleasure.

'Scream! Scream my name!'

'Mycroft! Mycroft bloody Holmes!' Greg screamed, cumming suddenly, hard and thick against the back of the couch. Mycroft pulled back before slamming himself into Gregory, cumming for what seemed like eternity, his huge cock pulsing and throbbing almost painfully.

Greg whimpered as Mycroft emptied himself into him, his body quivering from the force of his orgasm and the aftershocks Mycroft was causing. He rested his head against the back of the couch and whined as Mycroft continued to cum. Angels sure came for a bloody long time.

As Mycroft continued to rock in and out of Gregory he emitted lust and arousal into the air. The effect led to both Gregory and himself becoming rock hard again.

'Oh you naughty bastard,' Greg moaned, arching his head back so it rested on Mycroft's shoulder. 'You dirty, kinky, bastard.'

'Kinky would be gagging you with that beautiful Italian tie,' Mycroft purred, slowly moving forwards to prod Gregory's prostate.

'Fuck yes! Do it!' Greg cried, his legs trembling from the intense pleasure. Mycroft grabbed his silk tie and stuffed it in Gregory's mouth, thrusting harshly into him.

Greg moaned and groaned as Mycroft fucked him mercilessly. He shifted slightly so his knee was propped on the arm of the couch, opening himself up further for Mycroft, tears of pleasure falling down his cheeks as they moved together. Their bodies moved together in one fluid motion and the grunts and moans were beginning to raise to an almost ear shattering volume.

'Grrregory!' Mycroft screamed at the top of his lungs as he came for a second time. Greg gave a muffled cry of Mycroft's name as he too came, spraying more semen on the couch cushions. Mycroft pulled out of Gregory, collapsing on him with a loud splat followed by a groan. Greg removed the tie and gasped for breath, panting harshly.

'Jesus Christ, that was good,' he groaned.

'I did a magnificent job,' Mycroft purred. 'You were like putty in my hands.'

'God yes you did,' Greg panted, smiling dopily. 'Not sure I'll be able to sit down to eat now. I worked up a big appetite.'

'Wanna stay like this for a bit,' Mycroft hummed happily, kissing the tip of Gregory's ear.

'Mmm. Ok. Feels nice,' Greg hummed.

Mycroft trailed his fingertips down Gregory's back. 'I can't believe we're getting married. It seems too good to be true.'

'Don't jinx it, love,' Greg hummed. 'First thing tomorrow. Or... right now. I just need a tux.'

'First thing tomorrow. We'll get you a tux and we'll run away and get married,' Mycroft giggled. 'Sorry, I just didn't quite imagine something like this happening. It's something that happens in movies, not in real life.'

'God, I know, right?' Greg smirked. 'You've turned me into a lovestruck teen. God I love you.'

'I love you too. God, words can't describe how much I truly love you.'

'Same here,' Greg grinned. 'Want to put some clothes on and eat now? I'm starving.'

'Can't the clothes be optional?'

'I suppose, but I'd rather not eat hot food naked.'

'Then I'll be the naked party,' Mycroft chuckled.

'Well, I may as well join you,' Greg laughed softly. 'I would hate to be the only one not naked.'

'Mmm. That would be an awful shame indeed.'

'Alright. Come on, Mr Holmes. Let's eat.'

'In what context shall I take that?' Mycroft grinned cheekily.

'Well, first we'll eat dinner,' Greg smirked. 'Then I'll eat your cock to the best of my ability.'

'Mmm. It's a rather large portion, I must admit,' Mycroft laughed softly, winking at Gregory.

'At least three helpings,' Greg smirked.

'Come on. The sooner we eat the sooner you can suck my cock.'

'Very true. Now get off me ya lump.'

'Oops,' Mycroft chuckled, removing himself from Gregory. Greg stood up and stretched his legs, still quite shaky from his powerful orgasms.

'Ok. Let's go cook,' he smiled.

'I'll just watch I think.' Mycroft slapped Gregory's arse, humming. 'Mmm. Beautiful.'

'You get to sit back and enjoy the show,' Greg smirked, striding away, making sure to swing his hips.

'Ooh, yes please.' Mycroft plonked himself down on the sofa, watching Gregory, his cock starting to grow hard once more.

'Sit in your chair at the table you idiot,' Greg sighed, rolling his eyes. He grabbed the fish and put it back on the stove, turning the heat back on the warm them up.

'That isn't a suitable place to sit if I want to continue doing this.' Mycroft was currently wanking his cock, moaning and groaning.

'But you get a much better view from up here,' Greg pouted, wriggling his arse until his cheeks bounced. Mycroft groaned, giving in. He stood and shuffled over to the kitchen chair.

'That's my boy,' Greg smirked, turning back to the stove to cook, making sure to wiggle his hips for Mycroft's amusement.

'You bloody sexualy frustrate me, do your know that?'

'Yep,' Greg smirked, putting extra emphasis on the 'p.' He continued cooking for a few moments more before deeming the food ready. He opened a bottle of wine and gave Mycroft a glass as well as a plate of food. He grabbed his own and sat across from Mycroft, his foot travelling to Mycroft's leg and rubbing against it as he ate. Mycroft sipped slowly at his wine, gazing at Gregory gently. He ignored his food. He really didn't feel hungry after last night anyway.

'Please eat, My,' Greg frowned. 'It's your favourite. And you shouldn't drink on an empty stomach. Please eat something.'

'I'm really not that hungry,' Mycroft sighed softly, hanging his head in shame. 'I'm sorry.'

'Not even a little?' Greg frowned in concern. 'Can you at least eat a few bites? There really isn't all that much anyway. Please? For me?'

'Fine, you win,' Mycroft sighed, stabbing his fork into his food and eating a few tiny bites.

'Thank you,' Greg smiled softly, eating more of his own food.

'Anything for you, Gregory,' Mycroft smiled around another mouthful of food. Greg blushed and drank some of his wine before eating another forkful of food.

'Are you embarrassed?' Mycroft smirked.

'No, just... you would do anything for me,' Greg said before taking another drink. 'That's very, um... Thanks.'

'It's true.' Mycroft reached out a hand to Gregory. 'I'd do anything, risk everything, for you.'

'And I would too, to the best of my human abilities,' Greg smiled softly, taking Mycroft's offered hand and lacing their fingers together.

'That's good enough for me.' Mycroft squeezed Gregory's hand lightly.

'I'm afraid it's all I can give, but it's all I have,' Greg smiled softly. 'Now please eat as much as you can and then we can adjourn to the bedroom.'

'Hmm. I like your thinking, Gregory,' Mycroft hummed, turning back to his plate of food.

'I'm rather fond of it as well,' he smirked, popping a bite of fish into his mouth. 'I'm gonna suck you dry.'

Mycroft snorted loudly. 'I'd like to see you try.'

'Challenge accepted, my dear,' Greg smirked. He pushed his plate away and stood up, holding a hand out for Myc. 'I need you. Now.'

Mycroft knocked everything off of the table. 'Have me on the table. Now. I'm all yours.'

Greg growled and lunged forward, attacking Mycroft's lips and pushing him back onto the table, sucking on his tongue before pulling away to gasp for air.

'Now let me see that aching cock,' he purred, licking his lips. 'Let me take care of it. And you.'

'Yes!' Mycroft cried out, gripping the edge of the table tightly. 'Take care of my aching problem! I need you!'

Greg moaned and sucked softly at the base of Mycroft's cock, feeling it twitch and throb beneath his lips. He licked it thoroughly from base to tip, coating it in his saliva before suckling on the leaking head, swirling his tongue around it, lapping up the beads of precum as they formed. Mycroft closed his eyes and allowed his husband-to-be to drag him into a place where his heart was pounding erratically, his body was shaking and dripping in sweat, and wave after wave of pleasure was crashing over him.

Greg swallowed as much of Mycroft down as he could, using one hand to wank the length he couldn't and the other was massaging and pulling at his sac. It didn't take Mycroft long. He was soon cumming down his Gregory's throat in thick strips. Greg managed to push the head of Mycroft's cock down into his throat so he merely came right down it, though some semen still managed to make it into his mouth and collect under his tongue.

Mycroft panted heavily and moaned obscenely. 'Dear lord, Gregory.'

Greg finally pulled off when he felt Mycroft's cock soften, gasping for air and swallowing the last of his angel's cum. He grinned cheekily down at his very debauched lover and laughed smugly.

'I rather think I'm getting better at sucking off your massive cock,' he smirked.

'Are you?' Mycroft smirked broadly. 'I do believe you are.'

'Lots of practice,' Greg smirked. 'Now let's adjourn to the bedroom. I need to fuck you now.'

'Carry me,' Mycroft moaned loudly. 'Carry me to the bedroom and fuck me.'

'Gladly,' Greg growled, scooping Mycroft up and first carrying him to the sitting room to grab the lube and then to their bedroom, depositing him on their bed and spreading him open, kissing along his inner thighs.

Mycroft moaned and spread his legs as wide as they could go. 'Take me! Take me now!'

'Let me lube you up first,' Greg purred, coating three of his fingers and pushing them inside Mycroft one by one. Mycroft let out an obscene moan, his head tilting back further against the mattress and his legs spreading apart.

'That's my dirty angel,' Greg crooned, brushing Mycroft's prostate with the pads of his fingers. 'Open yourself up for me. Say my name.'

'Gregory, please,' Mycroft begged, his voice cracking. Greg pulled out his fingers and lubed his cock quickly before pushing inside Mycroft quickly, seating himself balls deep in his arse and groaning loudly at the tight feeling.

'Oh Myc, you never cease to amaze me,' he moaned, rocking in and out slightly to let Mycroft adjust to his girth. 'Always so tight and warm. Fuck. My cock really loves your arse.'

'My arse really loves your cock,' Mycroft retorted, clamping his arse cheeks around Gregory's cock and groaning.

'Mmm. Cheeky,' Greg smirked, pulling out before slamming back in, both men gasping sharply. 'I'm gonna fuck you in earnest now. You ready?'

'Erm... I suppose so.'

'What's with the hesitation? You ok?' Greg asked in concern. 'Would you rather I make love to you versus fuck you? Because I can definitely do that instead.'

Mycroft nodded slowly. 'If that's quite aright.'

'Anything for my angel,' Greg said softly, kissing Mycroft gently as he moved in and out at a leisurely pace.

'I love you,' Mycroft whispered, gently rocking back against his lover's cock.

'I love you too,' Greg hummed, moving a little faster but not too hard.

Mycroft trailed kisses down Gregory's neck. 'I really love you. You're beautiful.'

'Thank you, but I prefer the terms "sexy" and "gorgeous" to be applied to me. You're fucking exquisite.'

'Oh shush you,' Mycroft laughed softly. 'I am hardly exquisite.'

'Yes you are.' Greg silenced Mycroft with a kiss, moving a tad harder so he could get some more friction. Mycroft wrapped his arms around Gregory's neck, pulling himself closer and deepening the kiss into something fierce. Greg moaned loudly and opened his mouth so Mycroft's tongue could delve inside. He began thrusting harder, searching for his lover's prostate. Mycroft whined softly against his lovers lips but that whine soon turned into a low moan as Gregory found his prostate. Greg stimulated the bundle of nerves as often as possible, his hips picking up the pace as he felt his release coiling low in his belly, waiting to erupt.

'Gregory!' Mycroft felt his own release creep up on him. He began cumming all over his lover, screaming his name over and over. Greg held on as long as he could but he soon exploded into Mycroft, cumming almost painfully, screaming his angel's name. Mycroft fell back against the mattress, swearing under his breath as his body continued to twitch with pleasure. Greg collapsed on top of him, gasping for breath like a fish out of water. He was tired but he was completely sated. Now they just needed to sleep and in the morning they'd elope. Illegally even. Good god, what had his life become?

'Goodnight, Gregory,' Mycroft hummed softly. 'By this time tomorrow we shall be married.'

'I prefer to think of it like this: in a few short hours we shall marry in secret and live happily ever after.' He paused and flushed before continuing. 'And perhaps, when we're ready, we can have children of our own.'

Mycroft had just been closing his eyes but at the sound of Gregory's words his eyes snapped open. He stared at Gregory in bewilderment. 'You actually want to carry my fledglings?'

'Maybe.' Greg swallowed under the force of Mycroft's gaze. 'Or we could adopt. Though I wouldn't mind having a – fledgling? – of our own, like what John and Sherlock have.'

'They'd be completely adorable if we did have ones of our own. But there's no pressure. I wasn't planning on having children anyway.'

'I never wanted kids when I was first married, but as soon as you become a father your entire world changes. I love my daughter dearly, and I can't imagine life without her. You may change your mind eventually. But yes, no pressure. I'm not ready for carrying a child just yet. The thought scares me something chronic.'

'I can imagine. From what I've heard the process isn't particularly nice. But the reward is. So maybe one day, hmm?'

'Down the road a ways,' Greg nodded. He pulled out and settled beside Mycroft, cuddling up against him. 'But let's sleep so we look well rested. I don't want bags under my eyes at my wedding.'

Mycroft giggled softly. 'You're just too precious.'

'I'm forty five, My. I think I'm a bit too old to be precious.'

'Nonsense,' Mycroft cooed. 'You're my precious little baba.'

'Oh good lord,' Greg laughed. 'Call me whatever you want in the privacy of our own bedroom. Just don't call me embarrassing names like that in public.'

'But you are my little precious baba,' Mycroft laughed softly.

'Sure I am,' Greg laughed softly. 'Now go to sleep.'

'Night, my love,' Mycroft sighed softly, falling asleep.

I just wanted to address a few things that came up when this chapter was posted to AO3. I realize Greg and Mycroft are horribly out of character this chapter, but that tends to happen when you RP at 3 a.m. and can't remember continuity nor can you think clearly when you're writing as a 45 year old man and making him act like a horny teenager. And some of you might be asking why Mycroft wasn't romantic in his asking Greg to marry him. Well, MJCF has answered that:

"I however understand what you're saying about Mycroft [...] not going all out there with his proposal, though I can also think of reasons why he would have acted like this. You see, because of the angel society I believe that Mycroft is watched from the distance. What would the angels do to him if they witnessed a massive, well thought out proposal? They'd probably kill him, or punish him at the very least. There's a strict rule against human/angel relations. Yes, he could have proposed in a much better way but maybe he panicked? You have to remember that Mycroft isn't that "with it" when it comes to relationships."

If you have any other questions or concern, feel free to message me or post a review.

And, like I said at the end of Second Star, MJCF will be coming to visit for a couple of weeks! We'll have time to post updates on Saturdays whilst she's here, so don't worry about these not getting updated on time. I'll be at work on Saturday, and I'll have access to a computer, so I'll update while I'm there. So don't worry. You'll be getting your regular update on time this week. I hope that makes up for my being so late.

Until next time!

~TSA + MJCF