"I am sorry for my behaviour," whispered Mycroft somwhere into Lestrade´s chest.

"Don´t apologise. You´ve been through a lot these past few weeks."

Mycroft looked up and said even more quietly: "I don´t think that´s it. I am not... tired or anything." He sighed then. "Have you ever watched little, pre-school children react to a puzzle? Most of them would try it, but as soon as they cannot solve it in a few minutes, they would be fed up with it and throw it away."

"You were the child who would solve it."

"Yes. Not necessarily because I was cleverer. But because as soon as emotions, feelings, anger appeared, I would clamp them somewhere inside an think instead."

Greg patted his head back, so that Mycroft was once again listening to the policeman´s steadying heartbeat. "What are you trying to say?" Greg´s chest rumbled.

"I still do that. And when I don´t, it becomes too much. Like today. I am sorry I lost control and cried like a little girl over something so... trifle. But it won´t be getting any better, I´m afraid."

"I liked it when you lost control the other night in my flat," Greg grinned mischievously. "And feelings are tedious even for the best of us."

"Whatdaya mean?" slurred Mycroft, finally dozing off.

"When I was little, I used to care about others so much, I sometimes had to hide so as to not be overwhelmed."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I could see if they´ve been sad, and I would feel sad too. Even if they tried to cover it. And I always wanted to help, but you cannot comfort all the people in this world, can ya? Or, in my case, the entire population of Weston-Super-Mare. So I wanted to be clever... so as to use my cleverness to help them help themselves."

"But... you said... when you were a child... And I am well past what is considered ´middle-aged´."

"And a very quick learner. Because you are doing the exact right thing: talking to me. You have nothing to be scared off. I love you."

"Enough talking," Mycroft announced in an annoyed voice. For a while, Greg was scared that he pushed too far, but when Mycroft´s teeth grazed over his nipple, he figured that was not the case.

"I thought you wanted to sleep," he gasped as Mycroft increased the rate of his ministrations.

"Not what I said, Inspector."

"Detective Inspector," growled Greg and in one smooth motion turned Mycroft on his back, lying on top of him moments later.

"Oh." Mycroft breathed before he shut your mouth.

"You may talk if you want, you know?" Greg smirked, not really angry. This was just what Mycroft was - closed.

"Sorry."

"For God´s sake, do NOT apologise!" hissed the policeman. His lust-filled gaze completely missed the look of horror this reaction caused on Mycroft´s face. Instead, the DI focused on the diplomat´s chest.

"Slow down." Mycroft breathed out. "Slow down!" he cried out louder, when the first time didn´t bring any apparent change.

"What?" Greg didn´t understand. One moment, everything was good, and now Mycroft was lying there still as a board and asking him to ´slow down´.

"What do you want me to do?"

"...well, have sex with me..."

"No. You don´t... You constantly give me... stuff... and not recieve. So name anything you want me to do right now, and I will do it." Mycroft didn´t say what he really thought - that he was given far more than he could ever give back. And that Gregory will eventually grow tired of this, of Mycroft being unable to give him enough, and leave. But he did not want this to happen, and was too inept to figure something out for himself.

He means well, Greg reminded himself as the mood was quickly leaving the room. "I´ll think of it, and we´ll do it next time, OK? But for now, I need you, My."

"There´s lube in the drawer," gestured Mycroft towards the bedside table, just as he mentally agreed to the scheme proposed by Greg. "And condoms."

Ah, there it is back, smiled Greg at the reaction this laconic announcement got in the lower parts of his body. And he had an idea.

Slowly, he got up from the bed where they relocated about an hour ago from the library, and opened the drawer. He was followed by a pair of blue eyes completely at a loss.

He slowly donned his already open shirt, trousers, socks and pants, gesturing to Mycroft that he should follow his example. The younger man took his time watching Greg´s improptu strip-tease, but then shed his clothing as well. They were now standing at the opposite sides of the large bed, stark naked and simply observing each other.

"I´m afraid you have me at a disadvantage," commented Mycroft slyly.

"How so?"

"Well, as we are both observing each other, and you look at gestures and body language and I use more physical evidence, you being naked thwarts all my attempts. Miss Adler used a similar trick at Sherlock."

Trust Mycroft Holmes to bring that woman when he was about to have sex. "Your comment about the Adler woman makes me want to slap you," Greg chuckled, but he didn´t really mean it. Mycroft smiled brightly at the joke.

"What now?"

"Lie down and watch." And Mycroft did.

Slowly, Greg squeezed a generous amount of lube on his palm and started to work himself open, positioning his ass so as Mycroft got a good view. Great, Greg thought after a while. Now he´s not silent.

The elder Holmes was, in fact, moaning quite obscenely, as he watched Greg´s handiwork. Nothing resembling a real word, just an assembly of ohs and aahs, but he did get very loud indeed. And very hard too ,smirked the DI, as he stole a look behind. It even looked as though Mycroft didn´t even touch himself the whole time, just stared at his lover´s ass with a mouth slightly open.

"Lemme," he felt the bed shift, as Mycroft sat on his heels and moved closer behind him. After a bit of fumbling, Mycroft slicked his fingers, gently pulled Lestrade´s one out and started to search Greg´s entrance.

It didn´t feel this embarrasing before, Greg thought, as he felt Mycroft´s gaze burn on his buttocks. It was irrational, really, because Mycroft moved not even a meter and certainly anything he could´ve seen from the previous distance could be seen now. But those thoughts left him completely as Mycroft´s searching fingers found what they were looking for.

"Yesss," Greg hissed and heard a very deep chuckle behind him. "Turn," Mycroft growled then, seemingly understanding now what was the silver haired man´s plan all along, which was a good thing, because Greg wasn´t so sure of it himself now.

But eventually he turned to face Mycroft, and as the Holmes laid down, he moved to have his legs on both parts of that long and thankfully lean body, lowering himself slowly. Apparently, it still wasn´t slow enough, because Mycroft was desperately begging him to slow down.

"What´s the matter, love?" He asked as his legs started to ache from this not-really-here-nor-there position.

"I... I nearly came..." Mycroft choked off. But he must have somehow reigned himself, because after a few steadying breaths, he slammed himself upwards, surprising Greg so much that he let go completely and just fell all the way down.

"Aaargh," Mycroft yelled. "Please... please... more."

There was no way Greg was going to hold himself back after that. As they came mere moments after, the DI had to change his opinion of whether or not it was possible to come so hard you saw stars. As for his lover, Mycroft came with a hollered "Gregory!" which was sure to be heard as far as the Buckingham Palace and wake the Queen from her well deserved sleep.