At this point, I'm thinking this will make a 10 chapter story at least. Wow, maybe I should write more Johnlock for my other story. Need to rewrite the smut there at least. Yeah better do that at some point.

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It had been two days since Gregory had seen hide or hair of Mycroft Holmes. It had been 9 hours, 54 minutes, and 47 seconds since the last text from him. 48… 49… 50…

Lestrade sat down heavily at his desk and ran his fingers through his short silver hair, mussing it. He wanted his lover with him, but it wasn't possible.

Or was it?

Lestrade straightened as an idea came to him. Grinning now, he grabbed his phone and put the plan in motion.

*1 hour later*

Mycroft groaned as a new stack of paperwork was shoved onto his desk. Normally he wouldn't mind, but he'd left Gregory alone for two days. He felt as if there was a rubber band connecting the DI and himself. It felt like it was pulling tighter and tighter with each minute that ticked by. He folded his arms and lay his head down on them, closing his eyes. Five minutes, he told himself, just five minutes.

His door creaked slowly open.

Greg stepped through, surprised Mycroft hadn't responded to his repeated knocks. "Mycroft," he whispered, peering around the office. He was startled to see the government official sleeping with his head on his desk. Smiling tenderly, the DI walked over, careful not to disturb Mycroft. He picked him up and carried him to the couch, pulling off both their clothes then laying down and arranging the taller man on top of him. Mycroft unconsciously nuzzled into Lestrade's chest and sighed, relaxing completely. Soon both of them were fast asleep, wrapped around each other.

The silver fox woke first, a couple of hours later. He didn't move except to place his hand in the reddish hair belonging to the head on his chest. Watching Mycroft sleep was most definitely a privilege.

Mycroft woke up at the slight touch, groaning and trying to pull his warm pillow closer. The pillow vibrated, laughing. Frowning, the British government lifted his head, looking up into warm chocolate eyes.

"Gregory? What are you doing here? What happened?"

The hand in his hair stroked softly, creating slight shivers that traveled down Mycroft's spine.

"Gregory?"

The DI sighed, then answered, "I came over because I hadn't seen you in two days, but I understand that you have important business here. So I contacted Anthea and she said you were backed up with paperwork and that it would help if I did come. When I did, she directed me to your office. You were in here, fast asleep on your desk. There was even some drool." Mycroft blushed as this was said. Lestrade continued, "I thought you'd be more comfortable here, and I was tired too, so I carried you over. Then I fell asleep with you. I just woke up a few minutes before you. You're adorable when you sleep, ya know that?"

Mycroft groaned and blushed, trying to bury his face in Gregory's chest. "I am not adorable."

The silver fox chuckled, his chest vibrating under Mycroft's cheek. "Oh, yes you are, Mycroft darling."

Mycroft just grunted and curled up, content to just lay there with his lover.

Unfortunately, the universe had other plans.

The door opened, or rather shattered, to reveal a group of about 5 men, two of which were holding Anthea hostage. She looked murderous, but subdued. Only Mycroft would know she was faking it. Of course, Mycroft was rather distracted at the moment. As the couch faced the opposite way of the door, the men hadn't seen either of the lovers yet.

"See, I told you he was out. Look through his desk if you must, but don't make a mess. He's bad enough as it is already. And I have to clean!"

Greg had tightened his hold on Mycroft as soon as the door opened. When Anthea spoke, he placed a hand over the British government's mouth when he went to speak. A rough voice spoke next.

"Fine, let her go back to her typing."

Mycroft rolled his eyes. That was the worst thing they could do. What did they think, that even in this high-security place where top-secret information was quietly discussed, a secretary was just a dumb woman?

The "humph" Anthea gave as she most likely folded her arms agreed with his opinion of these men. Time to get into this fight. He went to sit up, but Gregory was still holding onto him.

"I've got a better idea than fighting," he whispered into Mycroft's ear.

Lifting an eyebrow, he waited for the explanation. None came, except Lestrade flipping them over and ripping clothes off.

Whatever Mycroft had expected, it was most definitely not this.

However, when he tried to wiggle out from underneath him, his DI growled and bit into his neck, holding him in place. The shuffling of papers on the other side of the desk stopped.

"What the hell was that? Thought that secretary woman said her boss wasn't here."

"It sounded like some kind of animal."

"Well, spread out and look for it!"

"What! No, I'm not getting eaten on your say-so. YOU go look for it."

"Sorry, boys, looking is no longer on the agenda." Anthea was back, armed and ready to kill if needed.

Mycroft flipped the two of them back over and stood, walking around to face the intruders and nodding at Anthea. Then he turned his icy glare onto the men.

"Well, my dear, it looks like we have some visitors." He spoke over his shoulder.

At this, Lestrade also stood and walked around, getting right up behind Mycroft and wrapping his arms around the man, pulling him back against his chest and staring over the redhead's shoulder. The intruders swallowed. They had not expected this.

"Anthea, would you be so kind as to get rid of them for us? Oh and replace the door. No one gets to see my love naked, especially while we play." The evil grin Mycroft gave made all 5 men shudder with horror. They had seen the silver-haired man naked. And now he was grinning maliciously, snuggling up behind the powerful man.

"Aw, darling, I love that you want to protect my innocence, but I don't want them to see YOU naked. That is for me only." Greg glared at the group as he spoke, making sure they cringed under the full force of his gaze.

Anthea rolled her eyes. "I think they were scared enough by two naked men walking around. The threats are a bit dramatic, don't you think?" She laughed as she spoke, completely joking, but it was noted she studiously kept her eyes away from her boss and his lover.

"Now leave. My assistant will take care of any complaints, if indeed you have any."

The men, scared out of their mind, quickly ran out the door.

"You're just going to let them go?" Greg was confused, but then realized, "Ah. Security."

"Yes, my dear. Now shall we get back to where we were?"

Lestrade grinned. "Not until we get a door. Or curtain. Something. I was serious. I don't anyone else to see this body."

Mycroft purred at that, arching back against the silver fox. "Oh, Gregory, I need you. Here, now."

Greg smiled against Mycroft's skin, but pulled back. "No."

Mycroft whined, pouting. "Why?"

"Door. Call a car, we can be back at my place in 15."

Mycroft hesitated, then spoke timidly, leaning against the wall for support. "Mine is closer. It's about 5 minutes by car, 7 if we walk."

Lestrade stopped in the middle of picking up his clothes. He stared at Mycroft, then slowly smiled as he saw the fear and hope mingled in the blue eyes.

"Darling, I'd love that, but only if you're ready for that." Mycroft nodded, giving assent. Suddenly his arms were full of wriggling detective inspector, and his mouth was being ravaged. They both moaned and were exploring each other's body again when Anthea walked in once more.

"Holy fuck, could you keep your hands off each other for two seconds? Mycroft, your brother's here."

Greg broke the kiss so Mycroft could tell her to let Sherlock in, but started snogging the British government as soon as his assistant left. They didn't stop till after Sherlock, tired of waiting at the door and trying not to see the dry humping going on, yelled at them.

"Mycroft, Gavin, stop that. It's disgusting! I did not want to see you two going at it like rabbits!"

As soon as their lips separated, Greg turned to the younger Holmes and smirked, saying, "So it's only disgusting when it's not John?"

So, thoughts?