Hello again! Yeah, I know the first Lestrade story only have two words but I just couldn't resist using that anagram. Thanks for your appreciation, y'all! It means a lot to me.

Greg Lestrade

Garters, Ledge

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Lestrade swore and his face flushed from the view of Mycroft leaning against the solid dining table with a smug expression, naked except for two black garters.

"Happy private Halloween, my dear," Mycroft greeted with a sultry smile and brought up one leg to expose the backside of the thigh and the silken material before he crossed his legs. Lestrade was panting and already loosening his restricting tie.

"What…what are you?" he stuttered and strode across the room until he at last could place his hands on Mycroft's waist.

The politician tutted and reached for Lestrade's belt. "A wanton, neglected lover waiting for a capable man. Go change now."

He tried to free himself from Lestrade's roaming hands but the DI would have nothing of it. "I'm done. I'm the sex-starved police. Up you go," Lestrade breathed and lifted Mycroft onto the ledge of the table and spread his legs before claiming the space between them.

Dagger, Lets, Re

Greg heard the shout from the corridor and shifted on the hospital bed.

"Are you denying an official who frequently dines with the Lord Chancellor to hear the Detective Inspector of London?"

The tempest that was Mycroft had arrived and soon he entered Greg's room and closed the door, white rage on his face and a tense grip on his umbrella.

"My, let's take it easy. It was only a shallow cut," Greg began but quietened when Mycroft stalked to the bed and crouched down to deliver a deep, passionate kiss that spoke of love, worry, and anger.

"The report had no details. I only knew of you and a dagger and," Mycroft brushed his nose over Greg's cheek and took a ragged breath, "And the amount of blood. Greg, my love, are you alright?"

Greg grabbed Mycroft by the neck, with his unharmed arm, and said softly, "I'm fine and you are panicking. Tell me the solfège, please. Do Re…"

"Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti."

"Good. Now get me released from here and take me home. You can be my nurse."

Raged, Leg, Rest

"Do it. Do it now."

Lestrade's plea was met by a hesitant sigh and a caress on his lower back. "We shouldn't. I'm still vexed from the disagreement at work and it's not a good idea to take it out on you," Mycroft uttered with a serious voice but his body betrayed his real desire. His leg brushed against Lestrade's ready arse and the men grew hotter by the minute.

"Fuck! I'm telling you, Mycroft! I want you to take me as you want, hard and rough."

"Greg, you are bent over your desk. You have worked two shifts today and climbed London to pursue a criminal. Your body should rest and will thank me for not straining it further," Mycroft explained but now his knee touched Lestrade's sensitive balls and the DI widened his legs and gasped into the papers on his desk.

"Oh, God! Please! Fuck me."

Lestrade's breath hitched when he thought of something and despite he knew what the consequences would be, he still muttered the provocative words.

"Or are you both my and that Minister's bitch?"

Mycroft charged; raged, took, dominated, sodomized Lestrade until the papers crumbled.

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