A/N: You guys don't know how incredibly close I am to finishing this. I'm writing the last chapter as we speak and oh man is it turning out better than I expected.

A quick warning about this chapter there is smut, but what's a honeymoon without some?

xXx

"So where are you taking me?" Greg asked as they sat in the car, on the way to their honeymoon.

"If I told you now it wouldn't be a surprise." Mycroft said with a smile. He had kept plans for their honeymoon to himself. Greg only knew that while they were away Mummy, as Meghan insited he call her, would be the one to look after the kids.

"You know how I feel about surprises." Greg said, pretending to pout.

"Don't deny that you love it when I surprise you." Mycroft replied before leaning over and placing a quick kiss on Greg's lips.

They arrived at a private airstrip where a plane was waiting for them.

"So we're not staying in the country." Greg stated when they get out of the car.

"Excellent observation Detective Inspector" Mycroft replied leading Greg onto the plane after speaking briefly to the driver about their luggage.

Mycroft took a seat while Greg investigated the cabin, trying to find any clue as to tell him where they were going. A flight attendant brought in a small carry on bag from their luggage and informed the couple that they would be taking off shortly.

Greg grabbed the bag and sat in the seat next to Mycroft. He buckled himself in and started rummaging through the bag, pouting a little when he only found a change of clothes for each of them and some toiletries, including a bottle of their favorite brand of lube.

The plane took off and Greg stared out the window still trying to figure out where they were going.

"By the position of the sun and the time of day I know we're going south, but the question is whether we're going to keep going south and if not then what direction will we change to; but that begs the question of whether you're above trying to throw me off by having us travel in the wrong direction an-hey! Mycroft I was looking out that what are you doi-mmmmm."

When Mycroft realized his husband was not going to give up and keep rambling, he unlatched his seat belt, leaned across Greg and pulled the blind down on the window; as he backed away from the window he pressed a kiss to his partner's lips, thoroughly silencing the man.

The kiss was hungry and Greg returned it eagerly, thoughts of where they were going quickly left his mind. Before he knew it his seatbelt was undone and he had a lap full of Mycroft. Hands were slipping in his jacket and pulling his shirt from his trousers. Greg held on to Mycroft's hips to keep his husband from falling off his lap.

Things were a blur of lips, tongues and hands to where when Greg pulled away from My gasping for air he was a bit surprised to find his shirt open and Mycroft's discarded on the floor. When Greg had pulled away the redhead attacked his neck and exposed chest with his lips. This made Greg arch up into Mycroft and tighten his grip on the redhead's hips.

It still astonished Greg at how well Mycroft knew him and his turn-on's that his husband could make him rock hard in a matter of minutes. That in itself was a new turn-on for Greg, the fact that he could claim to the world that Mycroft Holmes was his and only his.

Mycroft bit down on Greg's collarbone causing the man to moan out a strangled "Myyyyyy".

"Yes love?" Mycroft asked before pressing light kisses to the mark he just made.

"Please" Greg whined needily. Mycroft smirked knowing what Greg was asking for. He got up and grabbed the bottle of lube out of their bag; he set it down in the seat next to Greg before stripping off his trousers and silk boxers.

Greg licked his lips hungrily at the sight of Mycroft naked before him. He leaned forward, fully intent on sucking an orgasm out of the redhead, but was pushed back. Before he could protest his trousers were unzipped and his aching erection released from its cotton prison.

Mycroft climbed back up onto Greg's lap and pinned the greying brunet's hands above his head. Shifting his wrists into one hand My grabbed the bottle of lube and expertly squeezed some of the cool gel onto his palm. He dropped the bottle back onto the empty adjacent seat and spread the lube all over his fingers.

Greg had no choice but to watch as Mycroft prepared himself in his lap. He squirmed under Mycroft, clenching and unclenching his fists.

"You're killing me here My" Greg growled between clenched teeth.

A smug smirk is all he got in answer, before Mycroft slicked up his cock and sunk down on his engorged length.

They both let out a gasp as the pleasure rippled through them.

Without any urging from Greg, My started to ride him hard.

There was very little Greg could, My had his hands trapped and was fisting his own cock rapidly. Greg tried to thrust up as his partner took him in, trying to hit that oh so sensitive cluster of nerves and bring Mycroft to the edge as rapidly as he was bringing Greg.

The pace Mycroft had set was so fast that brought Greg to closer to the edge faster than any other time they had sex and before long he was coming inside Mycroft, the redhead's own orgasm was ripping through him not but a few seconds later. As soon as Greg had released, My rapidly slowed the bruising pace to milk out their shared pleasure.

After finally riding out the last waves of the shared orgasm, Mycroft lifted himself off of Greg and let go of his husband's trapped hands.

Greg sunk against the seat, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He lowered his arms to wrap them around My, pulling the redhead in for a lazy content kiss when there was a sufficient amount of air in his lungs. Greg pulled his head away from Mycroft's a minute later and rested it against the back of the seat, closing his eyes.

"That was incredible." Greg breathed out, the last word ending in a yawn.

Mycroft chuckled as he placed a kiss to Greg's forehead and climbed off the sleepy detective's lap. Greg let out a little whine at the loss of heat but was too tired to move. Mycroft cleaned them both up and tucked Greg back into his trousers and placed a blanket over him.

Greg smiled, his eyes still closed and got comfortable in the seat. He was about to fall asleep when Mycroft placed a kiss to his cheek and whispered, "I love you Gregory Lestrade-Holmes."

"I love you too Mycroft Holmes-Lestrade." Greg replied out sleepily before drifting off.