"You did what?" Greg stood up, forgetting about his foot and not caring.
"I told him that if it really was about saving John and not about proving something then he had to leave London and not come back."
"What on earth possessed you?" Greg walked towards the fireplace and turned as Mycroft left his legs fall.
"What possessed me? You mean what possessed me to tell my own brother that I could never see him again?" He stood up and faced Greg. "You."
"Don't blame this on me!"
"I'm not but that's what possessed me! You know," He looked around the room, "someone bangs at my door at 3 in the morning, so late that none of the staff can even hear it. I go to answer it and open it you." Mycroft let out a fond laugh remembering. "Tie hanging off, shirt half open, shoes covered in mud and drenched from head to toe."
"It was raining." Greg shrugged still angry.
"You were carrying your jacket?"
"I had been drinking." Greg sighed the words and leaned on the fireplace with his left hand.
"I know. You turned up, 'You, Mister Mycroft," Mycroft could see Greg internally wince, "I need to talk to you! I've been talking to your brother!' Pushing past me into the entrance hall and sauntering in here." Mycroft gestured around the room. "Mud trailing everywhere. I wanted to know what he had to done to warrant a bottle of whiskey and turning up here so late. And you just came out with it."
"Yeah, so?" Greg tried to act nonchalant as he turned to look at Mycroft again wondering where this was going, taking in everything he had just been hit with and trying to ignore the pulse in his foot as he tried to keep the weight off of it.
"Slurring, 'He tells me that you fancy me, is it true?' Well, I didn't know what to say. What could I say?"
"Funnily enough, the truth never crossed your mind." Greg spat and instantly regretted.
Mycroft ignored it because he knew he deserved that and much worse. "Of course it did but what was I going to do? Confess my feelings to a man who hadn't accepted his sexuality, who had just ended his marriage and a man who considered me a friend?"
"Anything is better than 'Gregory, I have no idea to what you may be referring.' It wasn't convincing at all even to someone as drunk as me."
"Well, you caught me unaware. And you weren't as drunk as you were making out."
"Well I was until I walked here, I didn't realise it was so far away." Greg raised his eyebrows remembering the trek and the pavement that felt like a treadmill. "Besides, I called you out on lying and you just told me. You couldn't have been that worried." Greg took a few steps towards Mycroft and shrugged.
"I was but, in all honesty I thought, he's drunk, he won't remember." They shared a smile. "You said that I might be able to lie to you but I couldn't lie to Sherlock. How could I argue with that?" Mycroft shrugged.
"'Alright then, if you really want to know… I have feelings for you, I don't know when they developed but I can assure you I am working on getting rid of them.'" Greg smiled remembering as they continued to say each other's lines from that night.
"'Don't do that.' And then that kiss." Mycroft instinctively put his hand to the back of his head and looked to the wall in between the armchair and the door behind him.
"Yeah, sorry about that." Greg laughed a little remembering as, that night, he had pushed Mycroft back to the wall with such enthusiasm that Mycroft's head had smacked off the wall, they had broken apart and Greg had cupped Mycroft's head in his right hand apologising incessantly as Mycroft had insisted it was fine.
"Never be sorry about that." Mycroft smiled and then they looked at each other for a second of two. "Listen, Sherlock was going to do what he was going to whether I helped him or not. I knew that he would be okay, safe, wherever he went and I would keep my eye on him. I just… I just didn't want to lose you but there was John and I didn't know what was the right thing to do was." Mycroft was beginning to get upset again. "I was stuck and… you tell me, what was I supposed to do? I swear…" Mycroft was shuffling on the spot as he did when he didn't know what to say or do or feel. Greg took another few steps towards him as he started to get upset at the sight of Mycroft doing the same. "I swear I didn't even think that you might feel guilty, I was so wrapped up in what I was feeling and John and Sherlock that I didn't even stop to think and I should have."
Greg put his hand out for Mycroft's arm. "Hey, it's okay."
"No, it's not because I should have thought and I didn't. He wasn't even here and I couldn't stop thinking about it all, about him, about John, about everything. About us." Greg moved his right hand to Mycroft's left shoulder and then stepped into Mycroft's space as he moved his left hand up to Mycroft's neck. Mycroft responded by putting his hands on both of Greg's upper arms in an effort to pull at him, closer but not. Just grasping at him, as if to reiterate that he was real in that moment through fear that he was getting ready to leave. He glanced to his crutches in the corner and hoped they would stay there. "The minute I realised about how you felt I went after him."
"I know you did."
"I swear, that night I had my people locate him and then the next day-"
"I know." Greg moved both of his hands up to Mycroft's face.
"- I found him and told him, I said I couldn't do it any more. No matter what happened it all needed to stop. If you had walked I would have understood. It just needed to stop your pain-"
"Mycroft..."
"- And if you walk out now I will still understand." Greg shook his head a little 'shh'ing Mycroft. "I will, I mean it will kill me, really kill me, but I will understand."
Greg realised Mycroft couldn't hear a word he was saying. He pushed him backwards, which shut him up, until he was up against that infamous wall. There was a slight bump as they hit the wall. "Mycroft?" Greg said, lower than he had been speaking all night.
"I will." Mycroft whispered it as he looked in Greg's eyes, the mere sight of them calming him slightly as Greg got closer and closer to his face. To his lips.
"I know." Greg whispered against his lips and Mycroft looked at Greg for just a second before extending his next just enough to close the last few centimetres and kiss. They stood like that for a few minutes, what started out as a reassurance changed, they were slightly pawing at each other as if they couldn't decide where to leave their hands and not sure what to do. When Mycroft let his tongue just brush Greg's lip, Greg's gave in and their movements became charged and in need of something else. In need of the night.
Mycroft moved his lips to Greg's neck, Greg's eyes opened as if suddenly waking up, after a second he moved to allow Mycroft more access and when he let a moan escape his mouth Mycroft forgot all about Greg's foot. He guided him backwards and to the right and up against the wall beside the light switch on the other side of the closed door. Greg let his head tilt back against the wall and held onto Mycroft's hips, Mycroft began unbuttoning the Inspector's shirt, his kisses moved further up towards Greg's face who brought his head back to meet Mycroft when they began kissing again. As Mycroft leaned to his right Greg focused his attention on the left side of Mycroft's own neck as he pulled the man's shirt out of his trousers. Mycroft was reaching for the door and as he pulled it open Greg began to walk him out of the doorway backwards. Neither of them were paying any attention as Mycroft had finally got Greg's shirt completely unbuttoned and Greg was halfway there with Mycroft's. So when they reached the bottom of the stairs and tried to walk up them, kissing and pulling at clothing with Mycroft walking backwards, they tripped but Mycroft managed to put out his right hand to grab onto the banister and stop them, he caught Greg in his left arm but the weight of them meant that Greg kept falling. The end result was Greg lying on his back on the stairs and Mycroft lying on top of them. They then both began pissing themselves laughing.
"Oh!" Greg had his eyes screwed up laughing but also a little in pain.
"Your foot?" Mycroft looked down but Greg shook his head and brought his left hand up to the back of his head. "Oh, did you hit on the step?" Mycroft laughed in the way you do when something bad happens as Greg nodded. Mycroft put his hand on top of Greg's on the back of his head. "I'm sorry, I tried to catch you." He briefly thought back to when he did just that outside of the hospital.
"I know." Greg said and they both burst out laughing again. Mycroft stood up and helped Greg to his feet. He laughed as Mycroft helped Greg hobble up the stairs. When they got to the top they stopped and looked at each other. Mycroft extended his neck and made to kiss Greg. He let his nose touch Greg's right cheek before he paused. They looked at each other before slowly beginning to kiss again.
Mycroft tried to steer Greg backwards as he pushed his shirt from his shoulders and struggled with the cuffs. As it wasn't quite working Mycroft eventually just stopped, turned Greg on the spot and pushed him up against the wall that had been to his right. Greg got a little shock as he bumped against the wall just as Mycroft had done in the drawing room. Greg's shirt was still caught at both of the cuffs and as he tried to pull his hands up the body of the shirt stopped him going any further. They kissed but Greg couldn't stand that Mycroft's shirt was lying open and yet he couldn't touch him.
"Are," Mycroft went back to kissing Greg's neck when he began to speak, "you going to help me with these or was this your plan all along?" Mycroft chuckled a little and slid his hands down to the cuffs of Greg's shirt. As he opened it he pulled the cuff to let Greg's arm escape. When the other had been dealt with the shirt fell to the floor, Greg brought both his hands up, skimming Mycroft's chest, neck and ears before his fingers ran upwards through Mycroft's hair and pulled him in for a kiss. Mycroft fussed with his own cuffs as they began walking in the direction of their bedroom again, Greg leading.
He was hobbling slightly as Mycroft's shirt fell to the floor and Mycroft reached for Greg's belt. In his rush Mycroft had started to undo the belt with his left hand and grabbed his bum with his right hand, the fact that Mycroft was there on his body meant that Greg lost his footing a little and backed Mycroft into the skirting around the doorway and when that happened it pushed Mycroft's hand flush against Greg's bulge.
And that sent everything to shit. Greg let out a moan which only spurred Mycroft to do it again. Greg reached for Mycroft's belt and tried not to grind up against Mycroft, which would make taking his belt off much more difficult. Instead of removing each other's belts and getting them out of the way they focused on getting their trousers out of the way. Greg reached and opened the door to their bedroom, Mycroft pushed him against the other side of the skirting as Greg managed to get Mycroft's belt and zip open and he let out a sigh which broke them apart. Greg smiled a little as he opened his own trousers and did the same.
They shared a smile when Greg slipped his hand around the back of Mycroft, into his trousers and grabbed his bum, with a nudge of his wrist Mycroft's trousers began to fall, Mycroft went back to kissing Greg's neck and ground into Greg a little just to hear him moan. It was a fantastic noise. Mycroft's trousers fell and he pushed them completely off and then they stumbled into the room. He pushed Greg's down as they moved towards the bed. Greg moved Mycroft around so that his back was to the bed, his left hit the bed and he fell down to sitting. Greg was kicking off his trousers when Mycroft reached to stroke his stomach looking up, first at his stomach and then to Greg.
The detective closed his eyes and hummed in response to the touch. His feet were still padding on the ground as he tried to get his trousers off of his feet without making Mycroft stop touching him. Mycroft stroked both of his hands up towards Greg's abdomen and then, bringing his left down to the Inspector's right hip, he brought his other down and gently rubbed Greg's erection through his boxers. Greg's right hand instinctively reached out a leaned on Mycroft's shoulder to steady himself. Mycroft leaned forward and kissed up Greg's upper thigh, then he pulled his boxers down at Greg's right side and kissed where the cloth used to be, he then softly bit where he had kissed whilst simultaneously using his right hand to unhook Greg's penis from the top of his boxers. He finally pushed the other side down which allowed the boxers to fall completely.
Mycroft, in one slow movement took Greg in his mouth. Greg moaned low and deep before he closed his eyes as Mycroft's tongue trailed up Greg's length. Mycroft's left hand held Greg while his right just cupped the back of his upper leg. A minute or two later Greg's hand pushed Mycroft's shoulder a little and he let go of Greg who knelled down where he was, on the floor, and rested both of his hands on Mycroft's upper legs.
"This is it now, it's finished." Mycroft didn't get his meaning. "I don't want to hear about it anymore. A death was faked, a secret was kept and a man's life saved. Now it's all out and over with, I don't want to keep rehashing the same argument." Mycroft shook his head. "Because I understand, I do. Forgiven. Obviously we can't never mention it again because it will come up but this," He leaned and kissed Mycroft, "this argument is settled." Mycroft nodded as they kissed again. "If there's anything else you want to add, you may want to chime in now." He searched Mycroft's face with the only light shining on them coming in from the hallway.
Mycroft nodded and Greg sighed as his heart skipped a beat. "Go and shut the door." Mycroft smiled and Greg laughed. He stood up and walked over as Mycroft stood too, letting his own boxers fall. The last strip of light was locked out as the shadow figure walked back to Mycroft who sat on the bed and slowly edged into the middle as he felt the mattress dip at either side of him. There was a little hesitance before the curtains came down around the four poster bed and Mycroft smirked knowing that he had told Greg it took him ages to put them back the last time. "Oh you are going to pay for that."
The figure crawled up the bed and over Mycroft. He was kissed before he felt a warmth on his cheek of Greg's own left cheek. Then a seductively rough voice whispered in his left ear. "Promises."
Mycroft let out a laugh before he flipped Greg over on the bed, his legs now in between the Inspector's. He felt Greg's arms move towards him and he threw them down on the bed, pinning them there. He heard a little laugh escape from Greg. He kissed the point where Greg's neck met his chest and then dragged his nose, in a tickle, up the left side of his neck. "I was so worried," He whispered in Greg's ear, "that you would never forgive me." He slowly moved to look at Greg's face, which was impossible in the dark that surrounded them but he didn't care. "I really thought I would lose you, I was convinced." He kissed Greg once.
"Well you didn't." Greg lifted his left leg to rub his inner thigh along Mycroft's right.
"How do I know that this is real?" He kissed him again. "That this isn't a dream?"
Greg bucked his hips up against Mycroft. "Doesn't it feel real?" A gasp escaped Mycroft's lips onto Greg's as the Inspector wrapped his legs around Mycroft's waist. Mycroft shook his head slowly. "No?" Mycroft idly wondered how the detective had seen him in the dark but he was distracted by the fact that they hadn't stop rutting slightly against each other.
Mycroft slowly let Greg's left arm go and moved his hand to Greg's jaw, he dragged his thumb down over his cheek and then down onto his lips. He let the pad of his thumb part Greg's lips as the man's left hand rested on Mycroft's bare side. "Being with you will always feel like a dream. I just hope I never wake up from it."
Mycroft couldn't see in the darkness but Greg was visibly (or maybe not) surprised by his words. Mycroft could, however, feel the smile spread onto his face under his thumb. Mycroft moved close to Greg's mouth. "Now, back to that promise of mine."