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The hours and days which ticked by and brought Lestrade closer to the weekend when he was due to see Mycroft again passed infuriatingly slowly. Every hour seemed like a day, each day one seemed to stretch endlessly. Lestrade's excitement about the weekend was only exacerbated as a series of text messages started to flurry between himself and Mycroft. They had started shortly after Lestrade had arrived home after their evening of drinks, with him replying eagerly to accept Mycroft's text invitation to dinner, before passing out drunkenly on his bed before he was even able to undress. The arrangements for the dinner had fuelled a week of contact via messages.

Where would you like to have dinner? Your choice. MH

Lestrade had shivered with pleasure as he had keenly typed his reply.

I don't mind, wherever you recommend, choose somewhere you like? GL

Moments later, a reply. Mycroft was clearly responding to Lestrade as soon as his phone alerted him to the message.

No, your turn to choose. I chose the wine bar, you choose a restaurant. MH

But you must know nicer places than me? I don't eat out much. Make a suggestion? GL

Well I'll choose if you prefer. Decisiveness is not your strongest quality? MH

Sorry, you choose this time and I'll choose next time. GL

Oh. I did not know we'd discussed a "next time"? MH

This last message had given Lestrade many hours of thought and contemplation. He was certain he could detect a flirtatious and suggestive tone to what Mycroft was asking. Was he actually engaged in a game of flirting with Mycroft Holmes? The thought thrilled Lestrade to his very core. He stored all Mycroft's messages on his phone and kept re-reading them, particularly enjoying starting them from the beginning and reading the entire thread, seeing how the initially prim and bland words had become warmer and more suggestive in tone as the days progressed. Of all of them, it was the final words in Mycroft's message inviting him to dinner which were causing Lestrade the most sleepless nights.

I'll drive myself so we can do exactly what we want.

Lestrade drove himself mad trying to work out what this meant. It was possibly a simple comment relating to the logistics of transport on the evening, but Lestrade was not convinced. Mycroft had dedicated drivers who seemed to be available at his beck and call, so it seemed odd that he wanted to drive himself to dinner, particular on a night when it seemed likely he would want to enjoy a few glasses of wine. And even if there was no alternative motive behind his actions, why would he make a point of telling Lestrade such a mundane piece of information?

Whenever Lestrade tried to piece together what Mycroft was hinting at, the answer he kept arriving at both aroused and terrified him in equal measure. Thinking back to the night they had had drinks, if by some extraordinary circumstances, Mycroft had wanted to spend some time in Lestrade's house, he would have had to face a potentially awkward and embarrassing conversation with his driver, cancelling his lift home and leaving the driver with fairly obvious clues as to what was happening. However, if Mycroft drove himself around, he was surely guaranteed more privacy and discretion. At the end of the evening, Mycroft could do whatever he wanted without any worry of a driver knowing too much about his business.

As Lestrade showered and got himself ready for dinner, it was this thought which he kept returning to. Could it really be possible that Mycroft was hinting at wanting to spend some private time alone with him at the end of the night? Lestrade had been so sure the last time they had met that it was him who had misjudged the situation and sensed a mutual attraction which perhaps had never been present. A week of fantasising over the contents of Mycroft's text messages had put significant doubt into his mind.

When Mycroft's car finally pulled up outside the house, Lestrade had nervously noted that he was indeed in the driver's seat. Straightening his tie and checking himself in the mirror for a final time, he anxiously made his way to the front door, not feeling entirely confident that he understood where this evening was heading. Whatever was on Mycroft's mind, it was quite clear to Lestrade what he own desires were hoping for; after his shower, he had found himself subconsciously splashing himself with aftershave, something he never did as he did not feel it necessary to douse himself with scent on a daily basis. But tonight, it suddenly seemed especially important to smell desirable.

When Lestrade entered the car, Mycroft greeted him with a small smile, one which was welcoming but still uptight and reserved in its warmth.

"Nice to see you again," Mycroft said, "I hope you enjoyed the drinks the other night?"

Lestrade gave a short, slightly nervous laugh.

"I think I was a bit pissed last time you saw me, sorry about that," he said apologetically.

Mycroft shrugged nonchalantly.

"No matter," he replied cooly, "I don't think I particularly noticed".

Like hell, thought Lestrade to himself. Mycroft's intellect and powers of observation were powerful to a terrifying extent, spotting a man who had indulged in one too many drinks would not exactly have challenged him.

"So where are we eating?" enquired Lestrade.

Mycroft turned to him as he drove and smiled mysteriously.

"I've chosen somewhere I think you'll like," he said playfully, in a tone of voice that made Lestrade's back shiver. How he longed to lay his eager hands on this man and tell him every outrageous thought which had popped into his aroused mind that week.

Dinner was perfect, Mycroft had chosen the ideal restaurant. Not too casual that it felt not special, not too posh and expensive that it became intimidating. The food was mainly Italian inspired and both men had enjoyed every morsel immensely. Lestrade had insisted that he did not want any wine as Mycroft was unable to join him in a drink, and had protested when Mycroft had asked the waiter to bring a glass of wine which would compliment the beef dish that Lestrade had ordered.

"It's not polite to sit here drinking when you're sticking to water," Lestrade said solemnly as a glass of deepest red wine was placed next to his plate.

Mycroft had simply sipped at his glass, which seemed to contain more ice than water, and slowly shaken his head.

"I want you to enjoy your meal, and trust me, that wine will elevate that dish perfectly," he had replied.

Lestrade did not want to turn a little issue into a major discussion so had simply thanked Mycroft and accepted the drink, acknowledging later that it had indeed been a fine choice for his food. The second moment of controversy came when the bill arrived at the end of the meal; without even glancing at the figures, Mycroft had placed a credit card on the small silver plate and gestured to the waiter to complete the transaction.

"No, I must pay," said Lestrade firmly, fishing in his pocket for his wallet, "you paid for drinks the other night, this is my turn".

"No, I chose this restaurant, so I'll pay," said Mycroft, his tone slightly bored. Settling bills was not something which fussed him in the slightest.

"That's daft logic, we only came here as I didn't have anywhere to suggest!" exclaimed Lestrade, "please let me pay, I'll feel awful if you cover the bill again".

"It's done now," said Mycroft impatiently, "can we leave it at that?"

"But I wanted to pay," Lestrade continued.

"Well I tell you what," Mycroft said suddenly, a flickering glow entering his eyes, "if you are so keen to pay out, why don't you cover the bill when we meet for that "next time" which you mentioned in your message?"

Lestrade was silent, slightly embarrassed to hear his text messages being brought up. He blushed a warm pink, his insides clenching as Mycroft met his eyes in a steely gaze.

"I think it's time to drive you home".

Lestrade felt increasingly nervous on the way home, something in the air between Mycroft and himself had shifted. Lestrade sensed that Mycroft had something on his mind.

When they pulled up outside Lestrade's house, Mycroft parked and cut the engine, causing the headlights to switch off and plunge the car into darkness. Lestrade's road had no street lightening and the darkness in the car was suddenly impenetrable. Lestrade unclipped his seatbelt and shifted in his seat so that he was facing Mycroft.

"Thanks for dinner," he said, "you really shouldn't have, but it was lovely, I really enjoyed myself".

Mycroft was strangely silent and did not reply. Lestrade was puzzled and felt awkward. He wondered if Mycroft was waiting for him to leave.

"It really was a great choice of restaurant," Lestrade continued slightly feebly, feeling that the silence needed to be filled, "I knew leaving it to you was the best idea".

This time, although Mycroft still did not answer, he moved silently in his seat so that he was now face to face with Lestrade. The air in the car suddenly seemed exceptionally warm. Lestrade could hear Mycroft's breathing growing heavier.

"Time to say goodnight, then," Mycroft whispered, his face closer to Lestrade's than he had realised.

Lestrade hesitated, wondering exactly where this was leading, but the answer was made very apparent merely seconds later. Lestrade actually gasped loudly when he felt Mycroft's hand touch his knee, a light touch which gently moved so that his delicate fingers were stroking Lestrade's inner thigh. A buzzing sound seemed to fill Lestrade's head and he closed his eyes in terrified anticipation as the hand crept slightly higher, still stroking the inside of his leg, the fingers bolder and more decisive now.

Lestrade could feel Mycroft moving closer to him and he could resist no longer. He stretched out his trembling hands and found them making contact with Mycroft's chest. Clumsily and shakily, nerves still getting the better of him, he groped eagerly at Mycroft's body, finding his waist and pulling him closer, their faces now brushing against each other. He heard Mycroft sigh with pleasure as he responded to Lestrade's touch and allowed his own body to be moved so that they were now lying against one another. Lestrade's head was gently tipped back and a thrill ran though his body when he felt Mycroft's hot moist mouth make contact with the delicate flesh on his neck, kissing and sucking at his skin and causing Lestrade to writhe and gasp in response. He ran his hands down Mycroft's back, revelling in finally being allowed to touch him, stretching his arms as far as he could so that his fingers could stoke the top of Mycroft's buttocks. Lestrade gently moved his hips and rubbed himself against Mycroft's side, hoping that he would feel the bulge of excitement which was clearly evident within in trousers. Mycroft continued to kiss and gently bite at his neck, his tongue now also joining in and sending electricity through Lestrade's body. They continued in this slightly fumbling and awkward position for a few moments before Lestrade's lips found Mycroft's ear and he whispered a few words to him.

"Shall we continue this inside?" He said.

Mycroft paused, as if considering his response, before disentangling himself from Lestrade. Although he did not answer, Lestrade thought he would actually die of excitement when Mycroft removed his keys from the car and climbed out of the driver's door. Lestrade exited the car with such keeness that he was finding it hard to stop himself shaking. They both moved silently to the front door which Lestrade opened with much difficulty due to his trembling hands struggling with the keys. Once they were inside and the door was closed, Mycroft looked Lestrade firmly in the eye with an expression which commanded his absolute attention.

"Before we do anything there's something we need to get very clear," Mycroft said sternly, the intimidation only lessened slightly for Lestrade when he noticed that Mycroft was flushed pink with arousal and still slightly breathless from their activities in the car.

"What?" asked Lestrade, although he would have been willing to sell his own soul at that moment if it meant being able to touch Mycroft again.

"Whatever happens, you cannot tell anyone about this," Mycroft said with such a firm tone that it bordered on menacing.

"Of course not!" Lestrade replied, although he felt slightly afraid by Mycroft's manner, "I promise, I won't say anything".

"And I mean, to anyone," Mycroft emphasised, "nobody at the yard. None of your friends or family, however trustworthy you think them. And more than anything, you say nothing to Sherlock".

Lestrade smiled soothingly, not wanting Mycroft's paranoia to ruin the mood.

"Anything that happens here tonight is completely private, between you and me," he said reassuringly, his mind spinning as he imagined what might soon be happening.

Mycroft's stern face lasted for only a few more seconds before it seemed to relax slightly and accept Lestrade's promise.

"I have to be sure, you see," explained Mycroft, "in my position..."

Mycroft never finished his sentence because Lestrade, unable to wait any longer, had caught his lips in a deep kiss, a kiss which both men now feel into, eagerly exploring each other mouths and revelling in the taste and smell of new flesh.

With some stumbling and slight dragging on Lestrade's part, they made their way to the bedroom, Lestrade still in a state of awe and terror as the reality of the situation hit him. Mycroft was in his bedroom, this could surely only mean one thing. All those wild and erotic fantasies which had been simmering in his mind over the past few weeks were actually coming true. Well, unlikely that all of them will actually happen, Lestrade reminded himself. He had quite a vivid imagination and some of his thoughts about Mycroft had even made him blush in the privacy on his own mind.

Mycroft certainly did not seem in the mood to take things slowly and steadily, there was an urgency in his manner to keep the pace going as he firmly pushed Lestrade down onto the bed. Lestrade found this extremely arousing as it was not what he had expected. Mycroft seemed so elegant and refined, Lestrade had expected his tastes in the bedroom to be quite calm and sedate, everything approached with a sense of order and thoroughness. This firm and dominating Mycroft, who was now kissing and touching him in a fiery and passionate way, was a welcome surprise.

Lestrade had been manoeuvred so that Mycroft was on top of him; he pulled him close as they continued to kiss, running his hands all over him as they did so. Mycroft's long delicate fingers made their way to Lestrade's collar where he deftly undid his tie and started to quickly unbutton his shirt. Lestrade sat up slightly so that he could awkwardly shrug off the suit jacket that he was still wearing, throwing it to the floor along with his tie. He reached up and allowed his own fingers to approach the buttons of Mycroft's waistcoat, but Mycroft moved out of reach as he suddenly half stood up in order to reach over to the bedroom light switch.

"That's better," he muttered, seemingly to himself, as he switched off the bedroom light, plunging the room into darkness.

Lestrade frowned in the pitch darkness, despite the fact that Mycroft could not see his expression. He could not see a thing! Did Mycroft really think they were going to continue in pitch black darkness, unable to see themselves let alone each other?

"It's a dimmer switch, you know," Lestrade explained patiently, "why not turn the lights up a little so we can see?"

"This is fine," Mycroft said firmly, his tone of voice making it very clear that no further debate was of interest.

Lestrade could not help but feel slightly disappointed. He had been savouring the moment when he would finally get to properly explore and discover Mycroft. He wanted to see his body, to play with all those sensitive little points in his flesh, to watch his reactions as he pleasured Mycroft in order to see his response. No chance in this light, he could not even see Mycroft's face.

Lestrade considered pursuing the point further, but he did not want to ruin the atmosphere. Having a squabble over lights would certainly dampen the mood considerably. Besides which, Mycroft was now accelerating things even further, leaving Lestrade's mind with little time to focus on lights.

Once Mycroft had pulled him shirt off, he had wasted no time in immediately beginning to unbutton his trousers, tugging at the legs until they were completely off, joining the other clothes on the bedroom floor. Lestrade gave a little moan of excitement as he felt Mycroft's hand brush very close to his now rock-hard erection which was straining for some attention. The darkness was actually surprisingly erotic because Lestrade had no idea what Mycroft was going to do next. Every touch and stroke bestowed on his body was unexpected, forcing all of his senses and nerve endings to remain at full alert.

Mycroft paused his exploration and Lestrade could hear him rustling with fabric. He was clearly undressing himself, something which thrilled Lestrade with anticipation. He could not wait to feel Mycroft's warm skin in contact with his own. Lestrade sat up and leaned forward to help Mycroft, his hands allowing him to discover that Mycroft's jacket, waistcoat and tie were all gone.

"Let me," whispered Lestrade as he tried to undo one of Mycroft's shirt buttons, but Mycroft gently removed his hands and pushed him back so he was once again lying flat on the bed. Mycroft ran his hands gently down the full length of Lestrade's body, stopping at the hem of his underwear which he now eased off carefully, working the fabric slowly over Lestrade's erection so as not to hurt his sensitive flesh. Lestrade was unable to keep still and writhed around with pleasure, his breathing turning into pants when he felt Mycroft's firm fingers curl themselves around his cock. He gave a little cry and a moan as the grip turned into a smooth rhythmic stroke, Mycroft teasing and pleasuring him in a way which blatantly pointed to a man who knew exactly what he was doing. Mycroft leaned forward as he worked, bringing his face close to Lestrade's ear.

"Is that nice?" he asked seductively, his tone almost pushing Lestrade over the edge there and then.

"God, yes," Lestrade gasped. He could not remember the last time he had felt enjoyment like this. Once again he placed his hands upon the front of Mycroft's shirt and fiddled with a button.

"You need to take this off," he said, hoping he sounded as seductive as Mycroft.

Evidently his ability to seduce with only his voice was not quite as effective. Mycroft brushed his hands away and returned his attentions to Lestrade's lower body. He continued to stroke him firmly whilst his other hand began to get Lestrade's legs in the correct position, bending them at the knee and parting them so that Mycroft was positioned in the middle. Lestrade could feel himself getting increasingly hot and starting to sweat as Mycroft's stroking hand began to slip slightly lower, his finger tips brushing very gently against Lestrade's opening. He's obviously done this before, thought Lestrade, his fingers moving against him extremely carefully, aware to take it slow and cause no discomfort.

"Have you got anything we can use?" asked Mycroft, his fingers teasing Lestrade's opening but not willing to enter without something to ease the process.

"Err,' replied Lestrade vaguely, searching his mind for any memory of purchasing lubrication. He thought he recalled years ago purchasing something with his wife, as part of yet another attempt to spice up their love life and inject some sense of enjoyment into proceedings. Lestrade groped outwards in the darkness and found his bedside drawer, rifling quickly through it in the hope that his memory was correct. He was right, deep in the drawer his fingers brushed against a tube, which had been consigned to the back after his wife had declared she was never trying that again. Lestrade grabbed the tube and placed it on the bed whilst he roughly pushed the drawer closed again.

"It hasn't been used in a while," he explained as he passed it to Mycroft, "but I'm sure it's still fine".

"Thanks," Mycroft said, their hands touching as the tube was passed between one man to the other. Lestrade could feel the edge of Mycroft's shirt cuff.

"Are you not going to get undressed?" Lestrade asked, allowing just the tiniest hint of impatience to enter his tone.

"No," Mycroft replied firmly. Lestrade was silently bewildered, but did not want to argue, especially when things had reached such a crucial stage. Making love whilst fully clothed seemed a very perculiar thing to do, but Mycroft seemed very rigid in how he wanted to do things.

Lestrade decided to stop worrying himself about Mycroft and his strange behaviour and focus instead upon the fact that the warm delicate fingers which had been stroking him so carefully had suddenly turned cold and wet, Mycroft having covered them generously in lubricant. Lestrade sighed and focused upon breathing deeply and steadily as one finger gently entered him, sliding smoothly in and out and allowing his muscles to relax. It had been a very, very long time since Lestrade had done this, he was not used to the sensation and knew he was possibly going to find things a little uncomfortable. But Mycroft seemed to be utterly in tune with his body, caressing him so carefully and slowing down whenever he felt any nerves or tension tightening the muscles.

"Tell me if I'm going too fast," Mycroft murmured as Lestrade felt a second finger joining the first. He leaned his head back and screwed up his eyes; he felt as if his body was on fire.

"No, no, it's totally fine," he managed to say, "don't stop".

Mycroft continued patiently for a while, stroking and stretching Lestrade expertly, maintaining a firm and steady hand whilst also being careful. When Lestrade suddenly gave a noticeable shudder of pleasure, Mycroft seemed to take this as a sign that he was ready.

Although he wanted this, Lestrade was also nervous as he felt Mycroft positioning himself between his legs and heard the sound of him unbuttoning his own trousers. Lestrade shivered when he heard Mycroft give a little sigh as prepared himself, a slightly slick sound joining him as he stroked lubricant over himself. Lestrade silently begged Mycroft to allow him to touch it as well, but he knew what the answer would be.

Mycroft raised Lestrade's legs so that they were now resting on his shoulders and started to carefully rub himself against the tight opening, the anticipation making Lestrade even more scared as to what he was about to feel. Moments later he groaned as he felt Mycroft enter him, the sensation of being full causing the breath to catch in his throat. His muscles tensed completely and he gripped at Mycroft's arms in slight panic. It hurt, he tried to breath through it, willing himself to relax.

"Give it a minute," Mycroft whispered from above, his tone surprisingly kind and patient. He could clearly feel the tension in his partner.

Lestrade was grateful for Mycroft's understanding and he continued to breath slowly, trying to ease his muscles as Mycroft remained totally still, waiting and not moving until Lestrade was ready.

After a few minutes Lestrade felt that he was calmer and more in control. The tension in his body was starting to loosen and accommodate the erection which lay inside him. He gave a slight shift, indicating to Mycroft that it was alright to continue. Mycroft responded, and began to very gently move, sliding himself in and out of Lestrade, maintaining a steady pace.

Lestrade gripped Mycroft's shoulders and groaned in response. Now that he was relaxed, it felt incredible, everything was so hot and tight. He could feel that Mycroft's shirt was slightly damp, and it excited him no end to know that Mycroft was just as physically aroused as himself.

Mycroft tipped his hips up slightly and pushed himself in with a little more force, allowing him to slide deeper into Lestrade's now willing body. Lestrade cried out and gasped uncontrollably as he felt Mycroft starting to rub against that magical little spot inside him that sent waves and waves of pleasure through his body.

"Just there," he panted, not caring now what he sounded like or what Mycroft was thinking, "just there, keep going. Don't stop".

Mycroft clearly had no intention of stopping, the arousal now completely overwhelming for both of them. He was now pounding himself into Lestrade with force, both of their bodies united in the shared sensations. Lestrade knew he could not last much longer, especially as Mycroft's hand reached between them and began to stroke his cock in time with their rhythm, ready to bring him to climax at the same time as himself.

Lestrade barely lasted another minute before with a deep groan, he climaxed, hot stickiness covering his own stomach as Mycroft continued to stroke him. Seconds later, Lestrade felt Mycroft's body shudder and a deep warmth filled him as Mycroft finished deep inside him. Lestrade closed his eyes and focused on the feeling, enjoying the wonderful intimacy of knowing that Mycroft had left his mark inside his own body.

Both men continued to pant and breath as the pace finally calmed down, both of them hot and sweaty from exertion. Mycroft carefully withdrew himself from Lestrade who gave just the slightest moan as his sensitive muscles contracted. He sensed he was going to be very sore in the morning.

"I should go home really," Mycroft murmured vaguely, but Lestrade put a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Please stay," he said, not disguising the pleading in his tone, "I really don't want you to go. We can get ourselves sorted early if you need to be getting to work".

He still could not see Mycroft due to the darkness, but after a moment of contemplation, he felt Mycroft's shoulder relax. They both lay down next to each other, pulling up the duvet and covering themselves, the air around them warm and scented with the smell of bodies and sex.

Lestrade listened to Mycroft's breathing, unsure as to whether he was asleep or simply lying in the dark silently. There was so many things Lestrade wanted to say, so much he wanted to ask. But that would have to wait until morning.