Lestrade prowled around his flat with a sense of foreboding tingling at the nape of his neck. There was definitely something off, something different. He just couldn't quite put his finger on it. He checked the kitchen again before wandering into the small half bath by the front door. He almost had it figured out when the doorbell went. He opened it and smirked at the posh man holding the take away bag.
"Figured it out yet?" Mycroft asked innocently.
"Almost." Lestrade smiled before taking the food and kissing Mycroft firmly on the mouth.
"I'll give you five more minutes and then I win and you owe me." Mycroft grinned back moving into the kitchen.
"What will I owe you?" Lestrade asked silkily.
"Come now, Geoffrey." Mycroft purred. "Where's the fun in that? Hurry up, time's running out."
He quickly looked around the flat again trying his damnedest to figure out what was different. He giggled like mad when Mycroft started doing a countdown at the one minute mark. He dashed around and finally came to a halt in the half bath again before darting back into the kitchen and looking at the sink.
When Mycroft was just starting the 10 second countdown, Lestrade shouted, "The soap! You changed my bloody hand soaps out!"
He felt his entire body flood with warmth at the flushed smile on the taller man's face.
"You are extraordinary." Mycroft said kissing him deeply against the countertop.
"What do I win?" Lestrade breathed when they came up for air several minutes later.
"Dinner first." Mycroft said. "Then I'll show you."
"Bloody hell." Lestrade sighed.
They ate the pad thai in companionable silence while watching some football match on the telly and fighting over the spring rolls. They polished off the meal with some fresh fruit and whipped cream in honor of Mycroft's diet. Lestrade understood how important it was for Mycroft to feel like he had some level of control over his eating habits and Lestrade was more than happy to oblige. That didn't mean that he didn't occasionally get a slice of cheesecake for them to share but they always worked off the extra calories creatively anyway. They curled up together and watched the evening news for a bit before Mycroft shifted to glance at Lestrade at the end of the program.
"So…" Mycroft murmured quietly. "Would you feel comfortable retiring to the bedroom, Geoffrey?"
"It's possible I could be persuaded." Lestrade said with a grin. "What'd you have in mind?"
Mycroft kissed him lightly before pulling him off the couch and leading him to the bedroom. Making quick work of both of their clothing, he drew Lestrade close and kissed him breathless for several minutes causing Lestrade's cock to twitch with want so quickly it made him lightheaded.
Mycroft pulled away to stared deeply into his partner's eyes before turning a bit red and whispering, "I thought you might be interested in being in charge tonight…with my full cooperation."
With that proclamation, he pulled out a pair of leather restraints from behind Lestrade's pillow and glanced at the shorter man unsure.
"Oh, My." Lestrade said feeling so aroused he could barely retain any semblance of control. "Fuck…yes…are you sure?"
"Of course, Geoffrey." Mycroft answered firmly. "I find myself…curious and excited at the thought."
Lestrade sucked at the taller man's neck lightly as he took the restraints.
"Lie down on your back." He whispered and felt his entire body flush with want as Mycroft lay back exposing that graceful form and flushed, erect cock. He straddled the man's hips and kissed each wrist reverently before securing Mycroft's hands to the headboard. He didn't miss the quickening breath and shiver that raced over his partner's soft, slightly freckled skin. He ran his tongue lightly over Mycroft's jaw and neck before sliding down to take a flushed nipple into his mouth to suck and nip at it while rolling its neighbor between his fingers. The gasping arch from the man beneath him sent waves of heat to his cock spurring him to lick and suck a bit more roughly.
"Geoff…Geoffrey…" Mycroft gasped. "Oh…yes…"
He moved lower nipping and licking his way down the light patch of hair below his navel before burrowing into the base of his partner's cock and breathing deeply. Mycroft's knees were shaking slightly as he rubbed them against Lestrade's waist lightly. Intending to savor every moan, gasp, and shiver, Lestrade began licking at the tip of Mycroft's hard, flushed cock slowly taking his time to tear each sound from his partner's throat. He worked Mycroft's cock mercilessly causing his partner to buck and pant as he enveloped his erection in soft wet heat licking and sucking deeply. He rubbed himself off lightly to try to ease the ache in his own groin at the sight of the taller man falling apart beneath him.
"Please." Mycroft panted. "Please, Geoffrey."
"Lube?" Lestrade rumbled still running his lips lightly over the silky skin.
"Under the other pillow." Mycroft whimpered at the loss of friction as Lestrade fetched the bottle.
Lestrade flipped the lid and poured a generous amount on his fingers before straddling his partner again.
"Don't you?..." Mycroft whispered in confusion. "I thought you'd want to…"
"Another time, My, I would love to take you hard and deep." Lestrade said breathing lightly against his partner's panting lips. "But as my reward, there is nothing else I want in this world to have you take me over and over and over again for the rest of my life. I want you inside me."
He watched as Mycroft's eyes widened and his breathing hitched before the taller man lurched against the restraints to kiss him roughly, deeply, and completely.
"Let me watch." Mycroft gasped. "Please."
"Anything for you." Lestrade grinned before turning to present his arse and reaching behind himself to insert one finger deep into his entrance causing a deep moan to escape his parted lips. He worked quickly to open himself up eager to have Mycroft fill him. After enough proper preparation, he shifted around and up before grasping Mycroft's cock firmly causing the man to buck lightly against him.
"Ready?" Lestrade whispered.
"For you? Always." Mycroft gasped and then let out a heated moan as Lestrade lowered himself slowly onto his partner's cock.
Lestrade shifted slowly letting the feel of his partner inside him grow familiar before rolling his hips experimentally. They hadn't had sex in this position yet. Normally, Mycroft took the lead and Lestrade was more than happy to comply but this allowed for a deep penetration that brushed his prostate perfectly with each shift. They were definitely going to do this again. He moved up and down slowly allowing Mycroft's groans and pants to guide him. A coil of electric heat sizzled through his body and he began fucking himself on his partner's cock with abandon at the feel of pleasure radiating out from his arse. Over and over he pushed his partner's cock deep into himself feeling the pleasure sizzle over him carrying them both higher and higher.
"I'm close." Mycroft breathed through flushed lips. "Touch yourself, Geoffrey. Please."
He grasped his own cock and felt his arousal skyrocket as he began pumping in time with his grinding down on his partner's dick. The rhythm stuttered as they both raced toward their orgasms. He felt himself tip over first and moaned his partner's name as his arse spasmed, clamping down on Mycroft's cock causing Mycroft to shout as he came powerfully, hips stuttering and come pouring into Lestrade. They both were breathing so heavily they couldn't even speak as their orgasms wrung every coherent thought from their glowingly satisfied bodies. Lestrade pulled off slowly paying attention to his tender entrance as he shifted forward to release Mycroft's wrists and was taken by surprise as Mycroft pulled him down strongly and kissed him deeply and repeatedly running his hands over Lestrade's chest, back, and neck possessively.
"Geoffrey…" Mycroft murmured tracing his partner's cheekbones delicately and catching his gaze. "I…god…I need you…I can't live without you…I love you, Geoffrey."
Lestrade felt his entire body flood with warmth at this proclamation and his only option in response was to kiss Mycroft lightly on the forehead and murmur, "I love you too, My."
He'd never seen Mycroft smile so wide before. He'd never noticed before that Mycroft had a slight dimple on his left cheek before. And he never wanted to be away from this man again. Christ help him.
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Lestrade glanced at his phone for the tenth time since he'd entered the pub and felt his entire body tense with uncertainty. It was the middle of the night and Sherlock was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. He was just about to call the lazy sod when he saw the tall man's figure easing through the crowded space and waving. The man looked like hell frozen over. He was scowling and fidgeting and as he slid into the chair opposite Lestrade, he seemed to collapse under an unbearable weight.
"Bloody hell." Lestrade cried out. "Did something happen with the insurance fraud case?"
"Tell me." Sherlock practically growled.
"What are you talking about?" Lestrade asked confused.
"You know very well what I'm talking about." Sherlock spat back. "Tell me when John decided to start seeing some GP with a history of long-term monogamous relationships and a very impressive yacht."
"You emailed me to meet you in Belize to discuss John?" Lestrade asked shocked. "I thought this was important! My and I were supposed to spend the weekend in Sussex!"
"This is important!" Sherlock waved away his protest. "Now tell me about Mark Morstan."
"Fuck off." Lestrade said pushing away from the table and turning toward the door. Maybe he could get back in time for at least a Sunday morning lie-in. He was brought to a sudden halt by the vice grip that Sherlock had on his forearm.
"Please." Sherlock choked out. "Please, Lestrade. I have to know."
"How in the hell did you find out?" Lestrade sighed, collapsing back into his chair. "John just told me about him two days ago."
"He also told Harry." Sherlock said angrily. "Who decided to post it as a comment on his blog."
"He hasn't updated that blog in almost five months, Sherlock." Lestrade explained confused.
"I check it regularly." Sherlock said a tad pink around the ears. "Tell me."
"What do you want me to say?" Lestrade asked confused. "He's seeing a bloke at the hospital he works at. End of story."
"How often do they go out?" Sherlock pressed. "Does John stay over at his flat? Do they go to the cinema together? John mentioned going one time. Does he know that John hates green apples?"
"Sherlock…" Lestrade said exasperated. "I don't feel comfortable talking to you about this. It's John's life. If you want to know the details, ask John yourself."
"I can't very well do that, though, can I?" Sherlock scoffed. "Because John is under the impression that I'm dead. I knew that there was the possibility that he'd…move on…but I didn't let myself think that it would actually happen."
Sherlock stopped blabbering at the guilty look that Lestrade couldn't keep off his face.
"Listen…" Lestrade said trying to ease the consulting detective into this and knowing he would fail spectacularly.
"You told him!" Sherlock shouted. "You told him that I left to chase after Moriarty!"
"No." Lestrade said firmly. "He fucking told me, Sherlock. He told me and subsequently Mycroft that you'd leave. He knew from the moment he woke up in that hospital that you'd bugger off to chase after that lunatic. Who the hell do you think asked me to join this little escapade?"
"What do you mean?" Sherlock asked suddenly sounding very small and uncertain. "How could he have known?"
"He never told me the specifics," Lestrade shrugged awkwardly. "All he would say is that Moriarty told him."
"No." Sherlock said trying to negate the past five minutes. "No, Lestrade. No, this can't be happening. This isn't right."
"He wasn't wrong though." Lestrade bit out suddenly feeling angry. "You did choose that sodding psychopath over John."
"Lestrade…" Sherlock said brokenly. "This whole time…John thought that I left him behind, didn't he?"
"You did leave him behind." Lestrade said firmly. "You didn't even bloody care that you were leaving behind your best mate."
"Of course I care!" Sherlock said vehemently. "I didn't do this for my amusement or my ego. I left because Moriarty all but told me that he'd kill John. If I don't find him; if I don't play his stupid fucking games and eventually kill the bastard, he'll go after John. I did this to protect him."
Lestrade felt his anger evaporate at the shattered look on the genius's features. He looked more human than Lestrade had ever seen him and that terrified the detective inspector.
"I've lost him, haven't I?" Sherlock whispered heavily. "Everything that I worked toward, it was all with the knowledge that I was working to get back to him. And now, I'll never have that."
"Sherlock…" Lestrade said quietly.
"I'll finish this." Sherlock said. "I'll finish off that conniving, manipulative bastard. And then…well…it won't matter."
Sherlock pushed himself away from the table and staggered from the pub despite Lestrade's shouts to bring him back. Lestrade caught up with him a block away from the pub and shoved him lightly against the wall to get his attention.
"Listen." He said firmly. "If there is one thing that I have learned over the past two years, it's that you will never lose John Watson. He's so determined to be loyal to you that the past two years have shredded him up badly. You may not have what you once did and you may not have what you want out of your relationship, but John will always be someone that you can come home to, Sherlock. Finish this and then find him and fix it."
"He'll never forgive me." Sherlock said quietly but Lestrade could see a glimmer of hope in his friend's eye.
"He's John." Lestrade said. "You just have to convince him that you both have been complete idiots."