Fic - This Will Teach You Sherlock .....

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Title: This Will Teach You Sherlock ...
Verse: Sherlock TV (Moffit, Gattis)
Pairing: Mycroft Holmes/Gregory Lestrade
Rated: Explicit
Warnings: Inappropriate use of face paints!
Word count: 1857
A/N - The has been written for the come_at_once community for the prompt 'An Unexpected Proposition. I own nothing and am doing this for fun. I would like to thank lilithisbitter for her support and tazlet for her pom pom waiving! The following piece of strange it what occured! As this is not beata'd all mistakes are my own!

Summary - Mycroft comes to Greg with a problem that he needs help with. Greg helps him out and in so doing manages to get Mycroft to help him do something that is able to render Sherlock speechless!


Greg was sitting at his office desk contemplating the pile of paperwork that was sitting there looking back at him. He realised that the problem with catching criminals was the fact that it generated even more paperwork that he had to deal with. Not only that he was expected to get it all done before he left.

The day hadn't been helped by the fact that his resident pain in the arse, (otherwise known as Sherlock Holmes, the worlds only consulting detective), had been given him earache over the fact that the cases that he was being given were so easy to solve it was insulting. Greg had told him that he couldn't make people commit crimes just to keep him happy but he was having none of it. It ended up with him getting John to take him out of the Yard before Greg had him arrested for disturbing the peace, putting an ASBO on him. Even that didn't shut him up.

Over lunch, (a wilted looking sandwich and a cup of NSY's best coffee), he managed to text John.

Doesn't he know how to shut up? - GL

No! -JW

Really? - GL

Yeah the bugger even talks in his sleep. - JW

Greg was about to ask him how he knew that but decided that he really didn't want to know.

I want to do something to bloody well shut him up. - GL

Good luck on that one mate! :) - JW

When he hadn't been dealing with criminals, idiotic people masquerading as policemen, members of the public and even worse, members of his own team, he'd been thinking of ways to render Sherlock speechless.

The chance came unexpectedly later on that evening. He was still working his way through the pile of paperwork he got an unexpected text.

May I come and speak with you Gregory? - MH

Sherlock Holmes came with an older brother called Mycroft Holmes, a man euphemistically referred to as 'The British Government'. Not that that told Greg anything. When they had first met he came across as a posh git in a suit who thought that he was better than Greg was and who thought that he should do everything he said. Especially where Sherlock was concerned.

However, as time went on, they discovered that their concern for Sherlock brought them together. It started off with cups of tea and, if they were lucky enough to find the time, a cake or sandwich. Then it went to lunches and then to dinners. Slowly they started to become friends. Despite all this there were times when Mycroft wouldn't get up to acknowledge him when he came in. He was a frustrating man.

What also didn't help was the fact that he fancied the enigma that was the man known as Mycroft Holmes. Of course he knew that he didn't stand a chance with him. Or so he thought!

So what do you want that you cant talk to me on the phone? Is it Sherlock? - GL

There was a moments hesitation before the reply came.

No. Not Sherlock. I don't want to discuss this on the phone. - MH

Okay. I'm in the office. - GL

Mycroft was there so quickly that Greg was sure that he'd been sitting texting him from his car outside the Yard. Greg looked at Mycroft as he stood at his office door. Something about him didn't look right. In-fact he looked really uncomfortable and not only that, Greg was sure he was blushing.

“Is something wrong?” Greg looked at him with concern on his face.

“I have something that I wish to tell you.” Mycroft walked in and sat down adjusting his trousers as he did so. “ Since I have met you I have found myself starting to think about you more than I should . This has led to some unfortunate circumstances.”

Greg looked at him with a distinct lack of understanding.

“There have been times when I may have seemed less than courteous to you. That was not my intention. I have much to thank you for especially where Sherlock is concerned. It was more the effect that you have on me.” Greg looked at him, eyes wide. “ Or should I say the effect that being round you has on certain parts of my anatomy!”

“So you're saying that I get you all excited?” Mycroft nodded as Greg moved round his desk to stand beside him. “Well that's alright with me as I fancy you something rotten. Have done for a while now.”

With that he reached down and gave Mycroft a gentle kiss. Mycroft looked at him and did something he done for a long time. He smiled, a warm smile that went deep in to his heart. Greg returned it.

“There is something that I would like you to do for me Gregory.” Mycroft took Gregory's hand. “I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now. I even have supplies.”

Mycroft placed a bottle of lube and a condom on the desktop.

“If I say yes what would I get out of it?” Greg rested against the desk folding his arms across his chest.

“I'll do anything you want. I mean it anything. If you don't fuck me know I am going to suffer from blue balls!” Mycroft looked like he was about to get on to his knees and beg.

Greg grinned evilly, “In that case I would love to fuck you. I want to see you come undone with my cock deep in your arse.”

Mycroft stripped off his shoes, trousers and pants leaving himself naked from the waist down. Greg looked at his cock as as it stuck out of the ginger hair that grew round its base. Its head was deep pink and dripping precum.

“Mmm delicious.” Greg leant down and sucked it in to his mouth.

Mycroft groaned at the sensation as Greg kept up the pressure. Slowly he moved his head up and down, swirling his tongue around its head.

“Gregory … so hot for … you. Fuck wont last … long! Want you … up my arse!”

Greg said nothing and kept sucking. Mycroft felt his balls tightening against his body and knew that this was the point of no return. Suddenly he came fast and hard calling out Gregory's name as he did so. Greg held Mycroft's cock in his mouth till he had milked every last drop of cum out of it.

“Now that's the kind of meal I could get used to.” Mycroft went to say something. “Don't worry Myc. Not so Little Greg here wants some fun too!”

Turning Mycroft round, he looked at his arse. It was white and smooth with a light covering of ginger peach fuzz! Without a moments hesitation he buried his face in it, tonguing his hole, licking and dipping in and out driving Mycroft wild as he did so. After a short while he reached for the bottle of lube and spread some on his fingers. Slowly and surely he opened up Mycroft's arse up so he good give him the fuck of his life. Taking off his belt Greg undid his trousers and pushed them down his thighs, exposing his rock hard cock.

Mycroft waited with his bare arse over the desk as he heard the foil of the condom wrapper rip as Greg made himself ready. This was what he'd wanted and now he was going to feel Gregory deep inside him.

“Please … Please Gregory. Take me now. Rough and … hard!”

Greg pushed in with one deep thrust right up to his balls. Mycroft gasped at the welcome intrusion. It felt wonderful. Greg began to thrust in and out as hard and fast as he could. The two men moaned in ecstasy as Greg fucked him in to the desktop. Much to Mycroft's surprise, he found himself getting hard again as his cock rubbed roughly against the desktop. It was harsh and yet he loved the feeling as he was being fucked from behind. It wasn't long before he was coming all over the desk. Greg felt the muscles of Mycroft's arse tighten round his cock and suddenly he was coming hard. As he finished he slumped over Mycroft's back and gasped.

After they had cleaned up and got dressed, Greg found himself with a lapful of Mycroft who was snuggling in to him. Greg ran his fingers through his hair as Mycroft sighted.

Greg smiled and sighed contentedly. “You know you said you would do anything for me if I fucked you. Well I fulfilled my part of the bargain, now I am going to get you to fulfil yours. I need two bare arses, that's yours and mine, some black face paint, a little bit of water and a brush, your faithful assistant Anthea and a CCTV camera in and out of a way place that is well lit enough to get a really good picture.”

Two weeks later John got a message on his computer. It was an email from Greg.

To : John Watson
From : Gregory Lestrade.
Subject : I bet this will shut Sherlock up.

Open the enclosed and have a look. I bet if you show this to Sherlock he will be speechless even if it's only for a few moments.

Have fun.

Gregory.

Ps : You might want to stand well back when he watches and if you need a new computer Mycroft and I apologise in advance and promise to provide you with one.

John watched the attached video and had to try very hard not to split his sides.

“Sherlock. I've got something to show you. You'll enjoy it!”

It wasn't long before Sherlock was sat in front of John's computer. He opened the video and watched as two men, seen from the middle of the back down, made their way in to the camera frame. The two men then proceeded to take down their trousers exposing their arses to the camera. Written in black on one, in a hand that Sherlock was sure was Mycroft's, were the words 'Fuck Off' and on the other arse on one cheek were the letters 'Sher' and on the other was 'lock!'

When he put them together he was met with the phrase “Fuck Off Sherlock!'. The camera zoomed in to make sure that he could get a good look at the text! Sherlock looked at John with a look that was somewhere in between Shock and disgust in complete silence. John pulled out his phone and took a picture of Sherlock's face.

Attaching it to a text John sent Greg a message.

Thought you might like to see this. You did it. You did manage to shut him up. Well done – JW

Then a few minutes later.

Could I get a pic of that message? It was priceless. Deserves to be framed! - JW

It will be with you in the morning. GL, MH.