Explicit Chapter.

Warning for some in depth sexual activity.

If you want to skip it, the gist of it all is:
Greg's had a bugger of a day. He gave up the Waters case to rush to Sherlock's aid with maximum backup, only to find him wanting help with the best man speech. Mycroft helps by offering to smooth things over with the Yard, and suggests roleplaying with some new toys he'd bought thinking he'd be celebrating Greg's success. The evening helps Greg feel better.

Greg walked through the door and straight to the bedroom. He fell face first onto the bed, his feet dangling off the edge so his shoes wouldn't be on the bed.
"Arrrrgghhhhhhgggggg!" He shouted into the bedding.

"Gregory dear? What is it?" Mycroft spoke as he walked into the bedroom. He heard a muffled noise as the Inspector spoke, his face still in the covers. He'd obviously had a difficult day at work; Mycroft knew he was going after the Waters Gang today, and had thought that this time he'd be successful in capturing them. Apparently not. He walked in and sat at the head of the bed, placing his hand on Gregory's shoulder.

"Sherlock." Greg grumbled, lifting himself up to prop against his elbows and look at Mycroft.
"What happened? Take me through it." Mycroft spoke soothingly.

Greg let his head flop forward as he sighed again. He kept his gaze focused on the sheets below him.
"I was so excited. We had 'em. Finally. In. The. Act. So I'm moving in, and my phone starts buzzing. I ignore it, but it keeps going. Multiple text messages. So, just before we burst in to do the arrests, I look at it. It was your damned brother. Desperately asking for help. He even said 'please'."
"Oh god." Mycroft uttered.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. So what did I do? I give the case to Sally and drive to Baker Street as fast as I could. I called in for maximum backup… I had no idea what I'd be facing. I get there and you know what I find? Sherlock, sitting at his computer, asking me for funny stories about John for his bloody best man speech!"

Mycroft groaned. Yep, that was Sherlock. Gregory let himself flop back into the bed, and Mycroft stroked him softly. Greg felt calmer at Mycroft's touch. He rolled so that he lay on his side, so that he could look up into Mycroft's light blue orbs.
"I'm sorry, dear." Mycroft uttered.
"It's not your fault. But man am I gonna see hell for this… I had a chopper in the air, men on the ground surrounding the place… it was so embarrassing to call them off."
"I'll take care of that for you."
"You will?"
"Oh yes, I am quite proficient at getting you off."

Greg's eyes blew wide and he burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry, but … I had not expected you to say that. That's more my thing."
"I know, but I wanted to try my hand at innuendo. I'm sorry…"
"No, no …it's fine, really. As long as you mean it."
"That I can square things with the Yard? Certainly."
"No, Myc… that you intend to follow through with your innuendo." Greg chuckled.

"Oh, well… yes, indeed. In fact, I had purchased some things today in order to celebrate your success with the Water case… and I was quite looking forward to trying them out with you."
"Oh, did you you now?" Greg asked slyly, his voice deep. He smiled up at his partner, grateful that no matter what happened, Mycroft would always help and be there to make him feel better.
"It's a shame that I'm not getting credit for that anymore…"

Mycroft leaned forward, pressing Gregory onto his back and leaving his hand firmly placed against his chest, and kissed him.
"I won't have that," Mycroft whispered, "I'll have you know I appreciate all of your hard work, and I refuse to let your talents go unnoticed."

Greg swallowed at hearing Mycroft breath the word 'hard', his mouth suddenly dry. Mycroft kissed him again, his tongue gently probing against Greg's lips. Greg relinquished control immediately; it was not often they partook in such kisses, as Mycroft was fairly aversive to mess (and germs, Greg assumed), and so he relished the experience when it happened. He hummed happily.

"And so what was it you wanted to celebrate with?" Greg asked breathily, his nose mere millimetres from Mycroft's. The British Government gave a sly smile, and stood. He fished about in the closet and pulled out a black paper bag. He approached the foot of the bed where Greg lay propped up on his elbows to get a better look. There was something innately predatory in the glare Mycroft was giving him, and Greg made no attempt to hide the affect it was having on him.

"I thought the successful Detective Chief Inspector might appreciate showing off his skills of law enforcement and interrogation to one wickedly treacherous secret agent, hmm?" Mycroft mused, pulling out some black, fur-lined handcuffs from the bag. They were bulky, with large silver buckles on them, and a chunky double ended clip. Greg eyed them eagerly, making an involuntary moan as Mycroft took a step forward while holding them. He placed the cuffs on the bed, and reached back into the bag, revealing a bundle of rope that he rested upon the black leather.
"However I must warn you, I am very adept to resisting interrogation. It will take a lot for you to get me to talk."

Mycroft's words played havoc in Greg's mind, and he felt his body pulse from excitement.
"I'm sure these will be a useful addition to the tools at your disposal." Mycroft continued, pleased with the reaction he was getting. He'd been curbing his desires for the hours it had taken Gregory to get home since he'd gone shopping; the anticipation had made him exceptionally excitable. He pulled out a sleek black silicone butt plug, and a black leather eye mask.

"So, DCI Lestrade, now that you've caught me, what are you going to do with me?" Mycroft mused playfully, setting the empty bag on the floor and the remaining items on the bed. Greg sat upright, slid forwards, and then stood to stand pressed against Mycroft. He grabbed him by the lapels, not caring how expensive the suit was that he was crumpling, and kissed him forcefully.

"I'm going to have you beg, Agent Holmes. You're going to tell me what I want to hear, and then you're going to beg me to finish you off." Greg rasped into Mycroft's ear. He could feel the body pressed against him shiver at his words, and he smiled in delight.

He ran his hands down Mycroft's lean body, pausing slightly at his belt, before sliding his hand down lower.
"You're concealing things from me, Agent Holmes, and that just won't do."
"I'm not hiding anything, Detective. I'd say it was you with a hidden weapon."
"Oh, lippy aren't we? I'll just have to reveal it on my own, then, won't I?" Greg teased, giving a gentle squeeze to the bulge in Mycroft's crotch, eliciting a breathy moan from the man.

He ran his hands up Mycroft's body again, this time sliding his fingers underneath the suit jacket to slip it off those broad shoulders. He then expertly undid the tie, allowing it to drop to the floor, before he began work on the buttons. Mycroft's hands raised, but before he could use them, Greg spoke.
"Any resistance will be met by force, Agent. I suggest you surrender now."

Mycroft nodded obligingly, and let his hand fall back to his side. Gregory deftly undid his shirt buttons, and made quick work of the belt around his waist. He shivered as those strong hands ran their way along his bare chest. Gregory tugged the fabric out of his trousers, and then unzipped the front… allowing them to fall to his ankles. He stepped out of them gladly, having left his shoes at the door. Gregory shuck Mycroft's shirt off his shoulders, and then swivelled them around so that Mycroft could be pushed backwards onto the bed.

Slowly, Greg began to undress himself. He enjoyed the hungry look in his partner's eye as he dropped his coat to the floor, his jacket too, and began to flick the buttons of his shirt undone. Greg himself enjoyed the view; Mycroft sitting there staring up at him in just his underwear… which were pleasantly strained to contain the bulge underneath. Greg tossed his shirt away, and gave himself a quick rub on his crotch for Mycroft's benefit before doing away with his pants as well. The shoes were a bit more complicated to remove, however Greg decided to turn around and give his lover a nice long stare at his arse while he undid the laces.

He turned around, now only in his underwear, and picked up the cuffs.
"You have given me no choice but to restrain you, Agent Holmes." Greg expressed as he leaned in to kneel over Mycroft on the bed.
"You don't have enough evidence to arrest me." Mycroft sneered playfully.
"That's 'sir' to you, boy. And I think you'll find I have plenty of evidence to make a case against you. Any more talk from you and I'll have to tie you down as well." Greg said forcefully, and noticed the involuntary jerking of muscles that rippled through Mycroft's body at his words.

After a quick inspection of the cuffs, he managed to affix one to Mycroft's left wrist. He stopped before he went to roll the man over and cuff the other hand.
"Myc, we need a safe word."
"I trust you, Gregory."
"I know, I trust you too… but I want to know when things are too much. You have to tell me when you're uncomfortable with anything, including any amount of force I use. So that I know instantly to just stop."
"Alright, if that would make you comfortable. What did you have in mind?"

Greg honestly didn't know. He screwed his face together and thought, looking about for hints. Then it just came to him out of nowhere.
"How about 'brolly'?"
"Acceptable, however a safe word is best if it contains hard sounds so that it will not be mistaken during outcries of … another nature."
"Are you in the habit of calling out for your umbrella in the heat of the moment? That would explain your attachment to the thing…" Greg quipped, chuckling.
"How about 'tank'?"
"Why 'tank'?"
"It is a short single syllable word containing two sharp consonants."
Greg shook his head.
"No, it sounds too much like 'take', which is something I intend to hear you say in the moment. 'Brolly' it is."

Mycroft rolled his eyes but smiled, agreeing. He wasn't going to forget the safe word, at least.

"Good. Now that that's out of the way…" Greg said, and forcefully flipped Mycroft over. He grabbed the man's other wrist and cuffed it, clipping the two cuffs together behind his back. Greg then slipped his fingers into Mycroft's underwear and pulled them down and off his legs. He stood up completely, instructing Mycroft to remain where he was, and then went to collect the lube from the drawer.

"I think you're going to need a little temptation to get you interested in complying with my demands." Greg stated, returning to stand at the foot of the bed. He had a lovely view of Mycroft's firm buttocks, his long legs dangling down off the edge, and his hands cuffed against his back.
"Mmm, I'm going to enjoy this." Greg mused, as he lubed up a finger and pressed it against Mycroft's warm hole. He heard the man moan into the sheets. Greg teased him a little, spreading the lube around, before pushing his finger down to penetrate the tight muscle.

Mycroft was finding it difficult to breathe in the linen, but he loved the feeling of being dominated by Gregory. His body tingled all over when he felt the man's strong finger press into him. He heard the swish of material, knowing that Gregory had shed his last article of clothing. His heart thrummed in anticipation, and he even let out a muffled squeak as he felt Gregory kneel over him. He felt hot breath on the back of his neck.
"This is better." Gregory muttered, slipping the mask over his eyes.

Greg slid back down Mycroft's back, being sure to scrape down his spine with his fingernails gently as he went. He picked up the plug, and lubed it up liberally. He pressed the rounded tip at Mycroft's entrance, and slowly pushed it in. He wasn't sure how much experience the man had when it came to anal sex outside of what Greg himself had participated in, and so erred on the side of caution as to not hurt him.

Moving his hips up into the air, Mycroft exhaled deeply as he felt the plug slide into him.
"Now now, Agent, this is supposed to be an interrogation - you're not supposed to be enjoying it. Unless you find my methods enticing?"
"Oh, yes, sir." Mycroft muttered.
"Well, all the better to make you come around and talk." Greg slurred, running his hands up Mycroft's legs and grasping the soft flesh of his buttocks in both hands. He then let his hands trail their way upwards, and grasped the bound arms. He shimmied himself up to lay pressed against Mycroft's hot body, purposefully pressing his crotch into the small of Mycroft's back.

Pulsing shivers ran down Mycroft's spine and pooled in his belly and crotch at the feeling of Gregory's hardness pressing into the sensitive skin at the base of his back. He was disappointed when the contact ended and Gregory slid off him to the side, but then found himself being rolled onto his back.

"My my, you are an enticing specimen, aren't you?" Greg mused.
"Lying to me won't get me to be honest with you." Mycroft stated, and Greg frowned. He wasn't sure if this was still role play or if Mycroft honestly believed Greg didn't find him physically attractive.
"I might have to re think my attack plan here, I wouldn't want to do anything to harm such a beautiful man… even if they are wanted for treason." Greg stated, being sure to make it clear he was still playing to see what Mycroft's response would be.
"I have endured torture before, I will not cave."

Again, Greg was a little thrown if Mycroft was just really into his role or if he'd actually had to endure torture before. He shook his head softly to push the thoughts out of the way. It didn't matter, they were having fun in the now.
"You haven't been subjected to my methods, though."

Mycroft smiled and turned his head to look at him, despite still wearing the blindfold.
"Then begin, Detective Chief Inspector, by all means."

Greg reached out and ran his fingers down Mycroft's chest, barely touching the skin, until he reached the base of his cock. He brushed the tip with said finger, eliciting a gentle whimper from Mycroft.
"I see I am effective, then."

Mycroft said nothing. Greg smirked, and then wrapped his hand around Mycroft's cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. He noted the expression on the man's face, and then began softly stroking up and down.
"I'm going to get it out of you eventually." Greg said.
"Not too soon, I hope." Mycroft responded.
"Cheeky bugger." Greg laughed, and bent forward. He nuzzled the length with his nose, moving his hands lower to fumble with Mycroft's bollocks. He flicked his tongue upon the swollen head, causing Mycroft's body to jerk, and then encased him in one mouthful.

Mycroft moaned loudly. He squirmed, fighting the urge to thrust up into Gregory's mouth. The cuffs helped prevent him from running his fingers through his silver hair, only to grasp a hold of it. His body tingled and he broke out in gooseflesh; that man knew how to use his mouth. He breathed heavily each time Gregory slid down his shaft, his breath hitching occasionally as the detective would suck him, whimpering whenever he was released from the warm wetness of his mouth.

"And so I ask you, Agent Holmes: what secrets did you reveal, and to whom?" Greg asked, his nose mere inches from Mycroft's cock. His partner shook his head fervently.
"I see I'm not getting anywhere yet." Greg stated, and moved his hand to press the plug still lodged in Mycroft's behind.
"How about now? Feel like talking?"
Another shake of the head.
"Well, why don't I just take some guesses as to whom?" Greg teased, and pulled at the plug.

"Russia?" Greg asked, and tugged at the plug.
"No." Mycroft breathed. Greg hummed.
"China?"
"No."

Greg tugged at the plug harder, causing it to slip out.
"America?"
"Of course not."

Greg pushed the plug back in, and stroked Mycroft's aching member at the same time. He had to start making progress… he wasn't sure how many countries he could remember right at that moment.
"Korea?" Greg asked, still stroking Mycroft. He whimpered and nodded.

"Oh, so Korea then. Good boy." Greg played, and went down to suck him further. He could tell Mycroft was getting close, since his breaths were coming rapidly and his hips bucked involuntarily. He released the hard member from his mouth, being sure to let his tongue scrape the sensitive flesh as he let go.

"You'll not find out what." Mycroft challenged, and he heard the distinctive pop of the lube cap in response. Greg slid a condom over himself, tingles shooting throughout his body at the contact. He'd been hard from the moment Mycroft showed him the cuffs, and so eagerly relished the contact. He spread the lube over himself, wiped his hand with the towel he'd dragged out along with it, and then turned to Mycroft.

"This'll be easier if you lift up for a moment so I can put some pillows under you." Greg said honestly. Mycroft nodded and used his legs to lift his waist into the air.
"Hmmm, much better." Greg mused as he positioned himself before his man. He ran his hand up long Mycroft's length once again, and then back down over his balls and pressed into the perineum. Mycroft jerked and huffed at the sensation.

Greg grasped the plug and pulled it out with a plop. He then pressed himself at the stretched opening, leaning forward. He groaned gutturally as his head slid inside, savouring the feeling of Mycroft's tight warmth.
"Ohhh fuck, Myc." Greg let slip as he slowly pressed further inside. Mycroft chuckled amidst broken breaths.
"En…enjoying yourself, Det…hnng… Detective?" He asked.
"Oh yes." Greg exhaled, halting his movements as the base of his length pressed against Mycroft's arse. He released the man's knees and used a hand to stroke him softly.

"Hngk…ergh… What… what do you want from me?" Mycroft moaned in ecstasy.
Greg leaned forward and whispered to him, "I want to hear you call my name as you come."
"Ohh… what about the secrets?"

Greg laughed.
"Yes, well, they'll come as well."

Mycroft hummed, in utter bliss at feeling Gregory filling him up. Shivers ran across his body as the man began to move. His sensitive skin felt each slide of Gregory's hard member sliding in and out of him, his muscle involuntarily clenching at times. He wanted to grasp at the bed sheets, but his hands were firmly cuffed behind his back… which only heightened his excitement.

Greg found that once he started, he quickly devolved into being desperately close. He tried to focus on other things to last longer, but the man before him riled him up so much it was a futile exercise. He was using his arms to hover above Mycroft, thrusting slowly. He sat more upright, moving Mycroft's legs up over his shoulders, and held onto his legs to suddenly thrust harder. Judging my the moans escaping his lover's mouth, he was doing something right.

The heat in his belly was rising, he was panting from the exertion, and his bollocks were beginning to tighten against his body. He wasn't going to last much longer if he continued this. Greg stilled his pace and let Mycroft's legs fall back to the bed, much to the man's disappointment.
"Please…" Mycroft begged.

Oh but that is hot.
Greg swallowed.

"Only if you tell me what you told the Koreans." Greg panted.
"I… I … nothing." Mycroft uttered, feeling the gentle touch of Gregory's hand on his member.
"Nothing?"
"Yes. I … I told them nothing." Mycroft breathed, obviously desperate. It seemed his partner was just as close as he was.
"Well how can that be, if you are here for treason?" Greg asked, catching his breath and tantalisingly stroking Mycroft's throbbing cock.
"I lied." Mycroft spoke, the desperation clear in his voice. "I let it slip to people that I had told secrets to the Koreans, but it was a lie."

Greg jerked his body a few times, angling his body so that his prick pressed against (where he hoped was) Mycroft's prostate. Mycroft shouted, and Greg smiled knowing he'd hit his target.
"Why?" Greg demanded, releasing is hand from around Mycroft.
"Because… because I needed… needed to see you, Inspector."
"And why?" Greg continued to interrogate. Mycroft bit his lip. Greg responded to that with a few more well-aimed thrusts.

"Because they say you're the best… I had to know for myself!" Mycroft shouted, unable to contain himself much longer. Greg hummed in approval, his ego blossoming at Mycroft's words.
"Damned right." He stated, thrusting into that sweet spot a few more times.
"Please… Inspector…" Mycroft begged again, and the words still made Greg feel dizzy.
"Only if you say my name." Greg whispered.
"Gregory."
"No… just Greg."

Mycroft bit his lip again. He had barely even thought to himself that shortening, and for some reason, it was incredibly sexy to be demanded to say it. He felt Gregory's hand encase him again, and he moaned. He was so very close. He bucked up into the strong hand stroking him, Gregory's cock sliding about inside him each time he did. It was threatening to overwhelm his senses… his whole body was tense, he was desperate for release…

"Say it." Greg pushed, knowing that Mycroft couldn't see the large grin he had on his face.
"Oh… oh… Gr… Greg!" Mycroft shouted as he came, spurting hot liquid into Greg's hand and across his belly.
"Ohh, good boy." Greg cooed, stroking him over the edge. Mycroft was panting and squirming as his cock pulsed in Greg's hand, spewing out the last dregs of ejaculate. Greg could almost have come himself then and there, watching Mycroft in euphoria while his cock was pulsed with the spasms of Mycroft's orgasm.

With slightly shaking hands, he held on to Mycroft's hip as he started to pull himself out.
"No." Mycroft stated suddenly. Greg gave him an inquisitive look, and despite the mask, Mycroft answered him.
"Want… you… finish… inside…" Mycroft panted, still reeling from the orgasm.

Greg didn't need more permission, and began to frantically thrust hard into Mycroft. It only took a few sporadic jerks, his pelvis slapping against Mycroft's skin, to bring him to the edge. He then shouted as he came, spilling himself into the condom while buried inside his partner. He gripped onto Mycroft tightly as he pulsed, his nails digging in to the flesh ever so slightly. Mycroft made pleased noises as Greg gave a few soft thrusts to surf his orgasm.

Greg pulled out and flopped beside Mycroft. He pulled the condom off as he softened and tied it before dropping it off the side of the bed. He then slid the mask off Mycroft's face, and smiled into those shining eyes.
"I love you." Greg spoke, and kissed him briefly.
"I love you too." Mycroft answered.

They were both still panting and unwilling to move, laying snug up together.
"Gregory, dear… would you mind releasing me?"
Greg chuckled and helped Mycroft roll onto the side so that he could free his hands. He then passed Mycroft some wipes, having realised how clean Mycroft preferred to be after their first encounter.
"Thank you, dear." Mycroft said as he took the wipes, cleaning all the fluids off himself. Greg was pleased to just watch, but then decided he might as well clean up a little as well.

"Thanks, Myc."
"For?"
"For making this a good day after all."