Another chapter. I know it seems I've forgotten about the story, but not to worry. I've still got plenty to come, but I like to make sure the chapter is finished before posting and I usually tinker a lot with stories. More sex in this chapter, so enjoy. A review is very kind.

Greg and Mycroft sat next to each other in the back of the black car, the interior smelled of leather and expensive whiskey from the two glasses that had been poured for them before they'd entered the car. Greg pushed his leg against Mycroft's who flinched and moved it away. Greg thought he caught a glimpse of pain on the slender man's face who smiled and put the leg back where it was before gently brushing back against Greg's.

Greg started moving his leg, rubbing Mycroft's in the process. Keeping an eye on Mycroft to see if he flinched again, but he didn't. Mycroft took Greg's left hand into his and looked at it while he stroked it gently. He opened it up and started massaging the open hand. The gesture felt very intimate and a small and slow shiver started making its way from Greg's hand, up his arm and leaving his body with every breath he took. It relaxed Greg in a way he'd never experienced before. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the fine leather seat and let out a sigh which Mycroft caught in a kiss. It was warm, sensual and wet. Tongues intertwined and rolled around each other. Mycroft let go of Greg's hand and ran his fingers through his lovers thick grey hair, pulling gently at it. Moans tried to escape each man's mouth but were stifled in yet another sloppy kiss. Greg started to kiss Mycoft's neck when the car suddenly stopped. He looked outside and saw that they were at his flat already.

They both sat silently in the car for a minute. "Would you like to come up?"

Mycroft smiled gently. "Are you sure you want me to?"

Greg just nodded and smiled with his mouth as well as his eyes.

"It's a good thing it's still dark," Mycroft said as Greg exited the car.

"Why?"

Mycroft pointed towards Greg's crotch where a slight bulge was visible. Greg was suddenly very aware of his arousal and looked at his watch. It was just before 5am, no chance of any of his neighbors seeing him like this, or for that matter looking at him strangely for bringing another man back to his flat in the middle of the night. Mycroft got out of the car, his umbrella trailing behind him as they went up to Greg's apartment.

"I'd give you the tour but I think you've already seen all of it."

Mycroft's cheeks flushed slightly and Greg decided not to embarrass him further.

"Would you like something to drink? I don't have any whiskey but I'm sure I have a beer in the fridge."

"That's fine, I'd like to try a beer," Mycroft answered.

Greg came back into the living room and found Mycroft already sitting on his couch. He gave him a beer and went to sit down next to him. There they sat, Mycroft had his legs crossed, sat up straight and played with the umbrella handle and Greg slouched on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table.

"Is this going to work?" Greg asked, taking a sip from the beer.

Mycroft raised an eyebrow. "Us, you mean?"

"Yes. You must know we're very different."

"I know we are. What's that saying again? Oh yes. Opposites attract, don't they?" Mycroft stared into Greg's eyes.

"Why me?"

Mycroft smiled his devilishly handsome smile at Greg, as though remembering something very naughty. A look someone might have on their face after being caught with ones hand in the cookie jar. Greg started to smile, though he felt a bit uncomfortable.

"What?"

"My brother," Mycroft answered. The answer startled Greg, he'd never considered Sherlock that way. Handsome though he was, he wasn't Greg's type. Apparently Mycroft deduced what Greg was thinking. "Not in that way, in the way you handle my brother. Apart from mummy there's no one I know that can keep him in check. You seem to have a natural gift for that." Mycroft drank a sip from his beer and put it down on the table, letting his umbrella rest against his leg and took up massaging Greg's hand again. "I'd watch how you handled Sherlock and got intrigued. It's very sexy and unusual to find someone that strong. Combine that with your looks and body, how could I resist?" Greg huffed at the last sentence, which made Mycroft look up at Greg. The lust filled eyes told Greg the man in front of him wasn't lying.

"Do you know everything about me?"

"Pretty much, yes. Sorry, but I already knew when it became obvious you and Sherlock were going to work together." The hand massage relaxed Greg but he still wanted to ask so many questions. He went quiet for a few minutes, building up enough nerves to ask a very personal question. He took a few gulps from his beer. "How did you know you were gay?"

Mycroft's face went earnest, like he was trying to remember something important. "Oh I think I've always known. At boarding school I always found it very pleasurable to be in the company of other boys. Never thought about being with women. It did take me a while to start going out with men. Sex never interested me before, I always tried to out-do everyone else including Sherlock."

"Sherlock is still trying to out-do everyone," Greg said and the men laughed.

"Are you sure you want this?" Mycroft looked the same as he had when asking Greg if he trusted him.

Greg took a minute to think about it and drank some more from his beer before he answered. He decided it would be best to lay all his feelings and especially his doubts out on the table. If Mycroft decided he didn't want any part of this Greg, he could go and they would both not waste any time being with the wrong person. He told him about his run in with Sherlock and about how he'd tried to keep Donovan from finding out that he was possibly gay. Mycroft listened intently as Greg went on telling him he wanted to be sure that he was before he'd tell anyone else. He also let Mycroft know about his confusing and conflicting emotions that seemed to switch sides on him seemingly at randomly.

"I'd just like to spend some time getting to know you," he finally said.

Mycroft kissed Greg tenderly, only brushing his lips. "Then you shall." Mycroft took out his phone and dabbled with it for a moment, Greg looking bemused at the phone. Wondering how he could take the time to text someone now. But then he put it away and started kissing Greg again.

The first time they'd had sex it had been very physical. Now this kiss, felt very sensory driven. Greg could feel the man next to him, hear his humming, taste his tongue and feel Mycroft's hand running up and down his arm and upper body, a warmth radiating from his skin. Surely something that felt this good could only get better with time. Greg closed his eyes and let his hands and tongue go where they wanted to. The feeling of their being together filled him with a sense of balance and he felt like he could take on the world. Greg's senses where overwhelmed and he started breathing heavily. Mycroft held back a little.

"Are you ok?" he asked uncertainly, looking into Greg's eyes, cupping his head in his hand.

"Yes. I think so. This just feels so good, so right. I can't explain," his chest still heaving. "You make me feel good."

Mycroft smiled a very broad smile, that lit up his face and especially his eyes. The beautiful color really caught Greg's eye and they gazed at each other. Greg thought the man in front of him looked very happy and incredibly sexy.

"You should smile like this more often Mycroft. I really like being with you. I don't know if this will last, but for now everything seems so clear when I'm with you like this."

The moment was disturbed by Mycroft's phone beeping, he looked apologetically before taking it out of his trouser pocket, muttering an excuse to Greg, who understood what it was like to get phone calls in the middle of the night. He just hoped it didn't mean the night had come to an end.

"I'm sorry," Mycroft said.

"You have to go?"

"No."

"Then what are you sorry for?"

"I took some liberties in arranging some time for us."

Greg didn't understand and showed his bewilderment on his face.

"I've taken the week off."

Greg looked in awe at that news. From what he understood about Mycroft he didn't seem the type of person that took time off.

"Anthea rearranged my schedule for the coming week so we can be together."

"But I have to work," Greg said. "I've got to be in at eight."

"That's where the liberties come in."

Once again Greg looked puzzled.

"I've gotten you a week off as well."

"What? How?" Greg knew Mycroft was high up the food chain, but he didn't understand how he'd gotten him time off from work at six o'clock in the morning.

"Anthea arranged it with your bosses. Don't worry, your cases will be very well taken care of."

"But how? More favors?" Greg was confused again. Mycroft just snapped his fingers and things happened just like that. It couldn't have been more than half an hour since he'd texted Anthea about this and now it was done.

"I know, it's difficult to get to grips with. I know a lot of important people. I don't mean to offend or demean you. I just want us to have a real chance and you've repeated a number of times that you'd like to find out if this is what you want. We need time to get to know each other. Best way to do that is by being together, somewhere where we won't be interrupted. I promise I won't do anything like this again without asking you first, just give it... give us a chance. I want you to know as much about me as I do about you. Well to a certain extent of course. I know we can be great together and..."

"Your rambling," Greg interrupted, "You don't seem the rambling type."

Mycroft smiled eyes gazing at Greg. "There aren't many things that do that to me Gregory. Actually, you're the only known source of my rambling as far as I know. Please don't tell Sherlock, I'll never hear the end of it."

"Don't worry, it'll be our little secret." Greg winked, his mind exploding with questions again, but he didn't want to ask them, so he pushed them to the back of his mind. "So what are we going to do for a week?" An innocent look splattered all over his face, Mycroft smiled wickedly, kissed Greg, pushed him down on the sofa and laid on top of him. Greg let Mycroft's legs between his own and he felt the slender man's erection touching his own through their pants. Mycroft kissed Greg's neck passionately and thrust his groin into Greg's, who retorted the gesture.

"Fuck, why does this feel so good."

His hands moving all over Mycroft's back, pulling at his shirt trying to get it off, so he could feel the bare skin. Mycroft's phone buzzed again and he kept on kissing Greg while looking at the message.

"We're off in four hours," he spoke in between kissing Greg and unbuttoning his shirt.

"What?" Greg managed.

"Our plane leaves in four hours and you've got a bag to pack."

"How do y," his words cut short again by Mycroft biting his neck just hard enough for it to be sensual and painful at the same time. "Ah shit." He managed as he tried to bite back and felt his cock moving violently in his briefs.

Mycroft had finally finished opening Greg's shirt and got up on his knees to undo his own clothes, all the while looking at the man lying beneath him. Mycroft removed his shirt and Greg's mouth fell open. Their first time had been in the dark and he hadn't properly been able to see what his lover looked like. Now there he was, the slender man had trained well. He wasn't buff, but the shape of his muscles were clearly visible and there was even the hint of a six-pack. But what really surprised Greg, and not in a good way, were the bruises on his torso. It seemed to be in different stages of healing, with rainbow colored bruises running all over his ribcage.

"What happened?" Greg exclaimed.

"The negotiations of the last couple of weeks were a little tougher than I had anticipated."

"Jesus! Does it hurt? Is anything broken?"

"Only when I laugh," Mycroft smiled. "Don't worry it's really not that bad, nothing broken. Most of it is healing. My physician looked me over and sent me on my way. That's when I came looking for you."

Greg ran his fingers over the bruises. Some of them must hurt with every move he made. Suddenly remembering the painful look on Mycroft's face in the car. He looked into Mycroft's eyes and understood why he had everyone around him followed. If people could do this to Mycroft, who seemed so untouchable, then they'd not hesitate to do it, or worse to the people he cared about.

"When you said you were in a dangerous line of business, you really meant dangerous."

"Yes, I did."

"Are you ok?" Greg was still moving his hands over the bruises feeling the muscles beneath. He'd been beaten up himself of course. He was in a dangerous line of business himself, but he now felt Mycroft's was on a whole other level.

"I am ok now."

"You must be in pain."

"Yes. But I can manage it." Mycroft raised his eyebrows as if to say the matter was closed, but Greg didn't falter quite that easily.

"How are you doing, really." Greg stared intently at Mycroft, not planning on letting it go until he got a decent answer.

"Gregory, you know I can't tell you about my work. I am fine, really I am. The pain means nothing to me. I spent more than a year in a Buddhist monastery on the Indian-Tibetan border where they thought me the fine art of meditation. I can now channel feelings from my mind. I can't tell you any more than that."

Greg, not feeling completely satisfied with the answer but knowing that he would not get any more out of him, dropped his gaze to Mycroft's stomach muscles. Greg could see the beautiful body trough the bruises and his mouth opened up just that little bit as he looked and felt at this body before him. He couldn't stop looking at it and his mind started to drift.

"Something wrong?" Greg jumped a bit, being lost in his own thoughts. Mycroft suddenly looked insecure. Greg hadn't seen this look on him before and wondered if Mycroft felt unsure about his looks. If that was true then it was very unnecessary.

"You look amazing, I know you're bruised but you feel so good. I didn't think you could look even more sexy without your three piece suit, but wow." He sat up and started kissing Mycroft's stomach, being extra careful on the bruises and used his fingers to harden the nipples. He lowered his face and very gently bit at the hard flesh beneath the fabric of Mycroft's pants and felt a shudder going through the erection. He opened the pants carefully, not knowing where the bruises ended and they slid down Mycroft's legs. There it was for the second time in Greg's life. He was more sure now than he had been the first time. He felt the fabric of the silk boxers and moved his hand over the erection. He could hear slight moans coming from above. Lust filled eyes regarded him from above.

Greg put his fingers between Mycroft's skin and his boxers and pulled them over and down the erection in one go. Greg looked up again staring at Mycroft as he opened his mouth and put his tongue out, slowly licking the head and tasting the pre come. Mycroft looked spellbound at this man licking his cock. Greg put his mouth over the head, sucking hard at the tip, his hands firmly on Mycroft's buttocks. Greg kept looking at Mycroft who was obviously enjoying the moment, his eyes now closed and he had seemingly stopped breathing. It made Greg feel good to be doing this to the man who could as he put it 'channel feelings from my mind'. Greg moved his head back and forth tantalizingly slowly, but he didn't go deep.

"Please," Mycroft had opened his eyes again and pleaded with Greg.

Greg stopped for a moment. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to take it all."

Greg smiled before blowing a warm breath over the wet erection and Mycroft shuddered throughout his whole body.

"Please."

Greg decided not to tease him any further and opened his mouth, he put it over Mycroft's cock and took it as far as he could swallowing the head. Mycroft gasped for air which made Greg's heart flutter. Mycroft took control of Greg's head with his hands and trust his cock back and forth into his mouth, looking down. Greg tried to focus on the rhythm trying to catch breaths where ever he could. The thick cock laid heavily on his tongue and he tried to make his lips into a tight ring around it. Moving up and down the length being guided by his lovers slender hands. Mycroft started to shake and Greg could feel the imminent orgasm.

"I'm going to come, I don't want to come," Mycroft breathed and he grabbed a fist full of Greg's thick hair holding his head clear of his erection.

"I want you to come for me now. I want to feel you come undone because I did that to you." Greg smiled as he said that to Mycroft who released his hands from the gray hair and opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out. He allowed Greg to take control and it seemed to him Mycroft didn't let anyone just take control over him. The bruises were a testament to that. Greg took him deep and slow and fast and shallow, feeling his lovers body reacting to all the things he did. He could hear from the breathing that Mycroft was close to his orgasm and Greg started to take his cock with deep and long strokes. He heard Mycroft shout some obscenities just before he reached his orgasm. Greg licked, sucked and swallowed the come from Mycroft's cock. The slender man fell against Greg, pushing him down on the couch again and laid himself on top of him, laying his head on Greg's chest.

"That was amazing."

Greg just smiled and rubbed Mycroft's back.

"You're a natural. I can't believe this is happening."

"You just say that to all the men."

Mycroft looked up at Greg. "No I don't. You are not just anyone Gregory. I hope you know that."

Greg's smile just got bigger.