Dirty Doings At The Diogenese.

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Title: Dirty Doings At The Diogenese.
Author: flubbs2kool
Paring: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A phone call and request from Mycroft leads to dirty doings at the Diogenese Club
Prompt given me by alienangel4 : "How very kind and expected of you"


Greg sat in his office enjoying a rare moment, a quiet moment to drink a decent cup of coffee. Over the years he had learnt to savour these moments as they didn't happen very often and when they did, they didn't last very long. As if to illustrate the point his phone chose that moment to ring.

Looking at the screen he saw that it was Mycroft so he decided to answer it. Over the few months they had been officially dating, he had managed to get him to text rather than call every time he wanted to contact him. So he thought that this must be something important for him to want to speak to him personally.

“Hey there M is there something I can do for you?”

At the other end of the phone Mycroft smiled. Even now it still amused him that Greg called him that. “That's what I get for going out with a man who loves Bond movies and has a very good imagination.” Although he had to admit that Gregory was closer to the truth of his job description than he would ever get to know.

“My dear Gregory, I have a delicate matter to discuss with you and I didn't want to do it by text message.” This piqued Greg's interest. “I have a meeting later on this afternoon and something has come up that I don't wish to deal with alone. I was hoping that you would be able to take an early lunch to come and see me.”

Greg finished drinking his coffee. “So you want me to come now?”

“I would like to you to come at once. I have a car waiting outside for you and would be grateful if you would get in to it as soon as possible.”

Greg laughed. “"How very kind and expected of you"

“I am going to be waiting for you at our usual meeting place.”

Greg grinned as he threw the cup in the trash can. “That would be your office in the Diogenese Club or are we going to make use of your bedroom?”

“Alas Gregory I fear that time is against us for use of the bedroom as tempting as it sounds. I'm not sure that I could justify keeping the PM waiting, even for you my dearest.”

“Okay it's the office. I'll see you soon.”

After having told Donovan she was in charge until he got back and not to call him unless it was and emergency, he rushed out of the building, not giving her a chance to ask any questions. As Mycroft had said, the car was waiting for him. Without thinking he got in, acknowledged the driver and sat back. Greg had long since realised that such trysts with Mycroft were becoming an addiction and that such events were a guilty pleasure for him. He didn't really care as he and Mycroft were both adults and he didn't really need Sherlock giving him any lectures on what would happen if he hurt him. Mycroft mattered far to much to him, for him to think of that.

On arriving at the Diogenese, Greg was taken through the club to the back rooms. He knew the route like the back of his hand. His breath began to hitch and he felt his cock harden. Greg was led in to a corridor and shown to the outer door of Mycroft's office. After the butler had given him a silent nod and shut the door behind him, Greg knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Greg entered to see Mycroft standing in-front of his desk. His jacket was on the back of his chair, his waistcoat and shirt were unbuttoned revealing the alabaster skin beneath the freckles. His nipples were hard and waiting to be sucked. However, what really got Greg going was the fact that Mycroft was naked from the waist down, his cock sticking out from the ginger of the hair around the base of his cock.

Without a word Greg undressed and finished undressing Mycroft. Then he faced him with his hard cock bobbing up against his stomach.

“Hand or mouth M. The choice is yours.”

“Mmm mouth my dear Gregory.” Mycroft said with a smile.

Without another word Greg fell to his knees, taking Mycroft in to his mouth straight down to base. Mycroft gasped as Greg got to work on Mycroft with one hand and his mouth and on himself with the other.

As Greg got in to his rhythm, Mycroft grabbed hold of his hair and began to fuck Greg's mouth pushing his cock in to Greg's throat as he did so. Greg didn't mind at all and went with it, letting out strangled moans and groans as he did so. Mycroft began to chant Gregory's name as if it was a mantra.

Suddenly Greg felt Mycroft's hands grip his hair hard. “Oh my go ….god. Greg....I'm ...I'm.”

Before he could finish Mycroft flooded Gregory's mouth with his come. Greg swallowed greedily as he pumped his hand over his own cock taking him over the edge. Greg shouted out Mycroft's name as he came in his hand. Reaching down Mycroft lifted Greg up and licked his come of the palm of his hand, then he kissed Gregory deeply. Greg ran his tongue round the inside of Mycroft's mouth revelling in the taste.

Breaking the kiss Mycroft looked in to Greg's eyes. “ Thank you my dearest. I am ready to face the rest of the day.” Looking over at the clock, he sighed. “Talking of which, I really have to get ready now. Thank you for helping me Gregory, you know how much I … I love you.”

“I love you too M. I love you too.”