A/N: This was such an awfully long wait and I wouldn't be surprised if no one is reading this anymore. But if you are, I love you and I'm sorry for being such a swine. Don't freak out, but I lost my mojo. I can no longer write smut to save my life, so it seems. Sorry it took so long to get to that too, but there is smut in this chapter towards the end, so either skip that if you don't like it or skip ahead to it if that's what you want to read ;p . Sorry it's so disappointing. The chapter's really long though I think. Anyway, it's late, I'm really tired and really sick (my bastard of a best friend gave me glandular fever - I say so lovingly), but please let me know what you think, and thanks so much for sticking with me! I love you guys and appreciate you more than you'll ever know!

-CHxxx

Mycroft

Greg was already waiting for me by my car at seven, dressed in a tight white t-shirt and grey jeans. He grinned as he looked at me, but his lips were a bluish colour, which was hardly surprising given it was getting cold.

"Here," I said, pulling off my coat, "Put this on."

"Oh, no," Greg said sheepishly. "It's fine."

"Gregory, I don't want you dying on me. Put it on."

With a sigh, he did as he was told and put on the coat. It looked great on him despite being a bit bigger on him than me. It was a grey one I picked up cheap while in London. Only cost me two hundred and fifty pounds. It had a nice hood on it and faux wool inside it, making it extra warm. When I had time, I decided I'd go get Greg one for himself.

"It's nice," he said quietly as we got into the car, putting on our seat belts. "Smells like you."

I grinned at him. "I'd say you could keep it but I imagine you'd be asked a lot of questions if you were to begin walking around in a coat too big for you that everyone's seen me in."

"You're right, this really is your own kinda trademark."

I couldn't help but laugh at that as I reversed out of the parking space, setting us on the road to London.

"I know this little shop on the outskirts of the city, so it might take a while to get there," I said after a while. "They have lots of sorbets as well, which is my favourite part."

"You like sorbet, then?"

"I do indeed. I can't decide whether I like mango or berry better though. Maybe lemon and lime, that's a new one they introduced at the shop and -" I stopped when I saw Greg trying not to laugh. "Sorry, I'm going on about it."

"No, no," Greg said quickly. "It's cute, I like it. I don't think I've ever heard you speak so passionately about something before."

I chuckled and shook my head. "You're a weird one, you are."

"Yes, I am. That's why you love me, huh?"

"That's one of the reasons, yeah," I laughed again, taking Greg's hand in mine. Once they were entwined, Greg pulled them to rest on his thigh. "But make no mistake, there are other reasons too."

"You should have to tell me about them sometime then," Greg said.

"Don't worry, I fully intend to," I winked, smirking as he blushed and looked out the window.

The drive was long. Like, really, really long, my-bum-hurts-from-this long. Even Greg started to get fidgety. "I don't mean to complain or anything, but how much longer is it gonna take?" Greg asked.

"Not too long, I promise," I said. "I'm only going this far out so no one sees us."

"So not because it's your favourite place?"

"What?!" I paused for a moment, both of us trying not to laugh. I tried to focus on the road instead of the young man beside me. "No!"

"Took you long enough to respond. I'm onto you, Holmes."

"I'm sure you are, Greg. I'm sure you are." Again, he blushed, biting his lip. I couldn't help but laugh this time.

We finally pulled into the small ice cream shop, which was relatively quiet. "Thank goodness we're here," Greg said, taking off his seat belt before the car had come to a full stop. "I'm in desperate need of a wee."

I rolled my eyes but laughed. I was really laughing a lot that night. "You go 'wee' then, as you so poetically put it, and I'll go order, how about that?"

"Good thinking."

We walked into the shop together, and I went up to the counter while Greg went off to the bathroom. The line had shortened a bit when the bell above the door rang and two people I knew relatively well walked in. My heart dropped.

"Hey, Mr. Holmes," Greg's best friend Mike Stamford said as he came in, Anderson following close behind. "You like this place too?"

"You shouldn't be out here. Have you got an appointment pass?"

"I-" Mike stammered.

"Yes, sir, we do," Anderson pitched in, smiling proudly.

"Is that right?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to look as annoyed as possible. Mike looked me over once and swallowed hard. I ignored that, opting to think about it later on, and focused on the task at hand. Greg would walk out of the bathroom at any moment, and we'd find ourselves in huge trouble. "Let's see the pass then. Anthea didn't inform me that any students would be leaving the school, especially not so late."

"The line's moving forward, Sir," Mike managed.

I allowed the other customers behind me to go forward, leaving Mike and Anderson stuck in their position. "There, problem solved. Mr. Anderson, the pass please."

Anderson fumbled around in his pockets. "I-I can't seem to-"

"What's going on?" Greg asked as he joined us. He looked up at me, his eyes questioning, and then said: "Oh, Mr. Holmes... Hi."

"Greg!" Anderson said in a mixture of surprise and relief. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm on a date with that bird, what are you doing here?"

"We came out for ice cream and-" Mike cut himself off as he saw the look on my face. "Hey, why are you getting angry at us and not Lestrade? He's out with a girl, we're just friends getting ice cream!"

"I can assure you, Mr. Lestrade too shall be punished as I see fit, but I'm dealing with you two first."

"Hang on," Anderson said, raising a hand at me dismissively. The rest of us looked at him in shock. I wasn't the only one who couldn't believe he'd speak to me in such a manner, but something in his expression suggested he was annoyed. "Where's this girl then?"

Greg gave him a blank look. "Huh?"

"This girl you're with who's had you smiling for the past week. Where is she?" Anderson looked around.

"She's in the bathroom."

"Where've you just come from?"

"The bathroom."

"Look, you need to leave immediately. Anderson, Mike, leave now. Gregory, I shall deal with you now. As the rugby captain, you have a great amount of pressure upon your shoulders."

"We'll see you later, Greg?" Mike said, looking at Greg.

"Yeah, I'll catch you up later."

The two left again and Greg turned to me, clutching his chest dramatically. "Shall we go too?"

"No, no," I said, watching as the two other boys got into their car and drove off, "We came here for ice cream, so let's get some."

Finally we were at the front of the line and the woman looked between the two of us as though her whole evening had been made. Her breathing increased slightly, pupils dilated, and a drowsy smile scattered along her face. I saw the thought as it crossed her mind and frowned. Threesome.

"Really very unlikely," I said, addressing her entirely. "Anyway, I'll get mango sorbet and-" I turned to Greg. "What do you want?"

"Erm... Berry sorbet, please," he said, looking  confused.

"And berry. Thank you."

"Tubs or scoops?"

"Tubs," I said, shooting a glare at the woman as she blushed. Hard.

"C-coming right up!" She said before dashing away.

"What was that about?!" Greg asked, mildly amazed.

I chuckled. "Nothing, nothing."

The woman came back quickly with our sorbet and I paid her, gently slapping Greg's hand away as he pulled out his card.

"Come on," I said as I took his hand, pulling him over to a private booth which looked out over the area, stars bright in the sky away from the majority of the city lights.

"It looks lovely out there," Greg said as he absently spooned sorbet into his mouth, gazing out the window.

"I didn't know you liked the stars."

Greg chuckled as he looked at me again. "Well yeah, I mean, who doesn't?"

I scrunched up my nose playfully. "Well I don't."

Greg gasped and wiped a dab of sorbet on my cheek. "You take that back, young man!"

"I'm older than you," I pointed out, laughing. I reached a finger into my own sorbet and wiped it on his chin.

"You're so in for it now!" Greg giggled, spooning more out of his tub to put it on my face.

From there, a huge sorbet battle ensued. People stared at us as we laughed loudly, covering each other in sorbet. My chest welled with an intense warmth and I felt lighter than I had ever felt before. This is real happiness, I decided. This is what normal people feel. I'd always thought that those goldfish were disadvantaged with their inferior intelligence, but I was beginning to think that perhaps they had something more if they always felt this warmth.

Greg had mango sorbet on his lips, chin, cheeks, nose and forehead. It was splattered through his hair; black hair spotted with an almost comical orange.  I had it, as I looked in the camera of my phone, all over the same places, except there was a long line of magenta pink along the left side of my jaw.

"Hang on," Greg said, "I gotta get a picture."

Greg pulled out his phone and aimed it towards us. Just as he went to take the picture, I leaned over and licked some of the sorbet off his cheek.

Greg laughed as he looked at the picture before showing me it. We looked a hot mess together. Greg was grinning in the picture, his dark eyes bright and his smile wide and white. The orange stood out in his hair and on his tanned skin. The side of my face that was exposed in the picture was bright with berry sorbet and my hair was tousled. My eyes were closed, nose pressed against Greg's skin. Even through the kiss where not much was revealed, my happiness radiated through.

"I love this picture," I said truthfully.

"I'll send it to you later," Greg  with promise as he grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently.

"Shall we go?" I asked him while lifting our entwined hands to kiss them, wondering in the back of my mind just when I became a romantic.

"Good idea," Greg chuckled, looking at me lovingly.

We got up and walked out to the car, still holding hands. Greg stopped and looked upwards again and smiled.

"Do you want to stay our tonight?" I asked as we finally got into the car. "I know a place you'll love."

"I'd love to," Greg said with a grin as he put on his seat belt.

My parents were rich. Like, really rich. My mother was a mathematician and my father was a world class surgeon. They were mildly intelligent people and they knew how to invest their money well. They owned properties in London -a few large houses let out as flats, a few just independent for family use. They owned B&B's around the wider English area with one on the London outskirts and had a scattering of villas in countries like Norway, Finland, Vienna and New Zealand which they would let out to tourists while they weren't there.  It just so happened that I took Greg to one of the B&B's that evening.

"How do you know about all these places?" Greg asked as we pulled up outside the large wooden building.

"My parents own a lot of them," I said with an indifferent shrug.

"This place is amazing," Greg exclaimed as he looked around. His gaze caught the tall tower-type structure that extended from the left side of the building. "What is that?!"

"Come with me and I'll show you."

I sent a quick text to the couple who ran the B&B informing them that Greg and I were there and staying the night before grabbing his hand, pulling him towards the tower.

"I'll be honest, I've always been into astronomy."

Greg gasped. "You haven't!"

"Oh, I have," I chuckled. "So much so that I had an observatory built in to that tower there." I raised an eyebrow and pointed to the top of the tower.

"Are you kidding me right now?!" Greg exclaimed, making a fist and biting it.

"Nope, I'm one hundred percent serious. Come on, I'll show you." We got to the door of the tower and I reached under the doormat to find the key which had apparently never been moved.

Unlocking the heavy wooden door and pushing it back, I revealed the large spiralling staircase which led to the observatory room. "I already love it," Greg said enthusiastically, pulling me into the buiding. I closed the door behind us and allowed him to drag me up the stairs.

As we emerged in the observatory Greg let out a gasp. It was nothing new to me; nothing had been changed. The roof was still domed glass and there were still four high powered telescopes sitting on a platform aimed upwards. There was still a four-poster bed in the corner of the room and the lights were still dim and adjustable in brightness to suit the conditions. But for Greg, this was all new and unheard of, so I refrained from calling him trivial and allowed him his moment of utter awe.

"Wow," he breathed as he let go of my hand, crossing over to the telescopes, running his fingers delicately over them each in turn. "This is truly remarkable."

"Here, let me help you with this one," I said, going up behind him. I adjusted the telescope to look up at the evening's current constellations, and gently pushed him down to look through the eye piece.

"This is amazing," Greg said as he adjusted the telescope's setting to zoom in on a particular star. "I can almost see the star's particles."

I laughed. "Almost. Here, use this one and look at the moon."

Greg stepped away and looked into the telescope that offered the highest definition. I tried not to focus on his bum as he bent over. Soon, he grabbed my leg with a gasp, still looking through the eye piece. "Mycroft?!"

"What is it?!" I demanded.

"I think I can see the International Space Station," he giggled. And to think he was the most popular boy in the school...

Greg straightened up and looked at me again, his eyes sparkling under the dim light. He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me close. His chocolate brown eyes continued to stare into mine, his perfect lips quirking up at the corners. For once in my life I experienced what it was like to have someone look at me with nothing but love.

"I really, truly love you, Mr. Holmes," Greg whispered, rubbing his nose against my own.

"I really, truly love you too, Mr. Lestrade," I murmured back as I gently pushed him towards the bed until he felt back down onto it, before adding after a moment's thought: "I didn't know this whole student-assistant headmaster thing appealed to you so much."

"Are you kidding me?" Greg asked as he looked from my eyes to my lips and back up again. "I reckon it's bloody hot."

"So more of what happened in my office then?" I asked as I began kissing Greg's tanned neck.

"Yeah, if you're offering," he said hoarsely before moaning as I gently nibbled on his sensitive skin.

I nestled myself between his legs and he wrapped them around my waist, pulling me in closer to him. His hands traveled along the inside of my shirt, grazing over my muscles. I leaned in close to him, kissing his neck gently as he unbuckled my belt.

I quickly placed my hands over Greg's, stopping him from going any further, and pulled away to look at him. "Are you sure?"

"Mycroft," he groaned almost impatiently, "I've never been so sure of anything in my whole entire life."

I continued kissing Greg's neck as he continued pulling my jeans off, and soon his trousers joined mine in a careless pile on the ground. Greg shifted his lips so they met mine, and they quickly became sloppy and feverish. Our shirts came off next as did our pants, leaving us entirely naked. I didn't think there'd ever been a time where I'd so welcomed someone else's body heat, such a hard softness to his skin which was almost unexpected.

I shifted my body so that our erect members rubbed against each other as we continued to kiss, and Greg moaned wantonly as he pressed his ankles into my lower back to bring my body closer to his. I opened my eyes to look at Greg, whose black hair fanned out against the pillow beneath him, bright, white teeth biting down on his full bottom lip. "God, Greg," I whispered in awe, stroking his cheek with the back of my hand. "You're so pretty..."

He opened one eye and scrunched up his nose adorably. "Now's not the time to be getting sentimental on me, My."

I tsked at my student and chuckled. "So impatient."

Greg reached up and pulled my face back down to his, brushing his lips against my skin as my hands continued to roam over his muscles. I'd never seen the point in rugby or its frankly excessive amounts of training given they all just ran around chasing a ball, smacking each other's bottoms, but I almost thanked the creator, whoever it was, for making a game which would give Greg such sexily defined muscles.

"Webb Ellis," he moaned against my lips.

"What?"

"Webb Ellis created rugby," Greg moaned as he rocked himself against me, moaning again.

I couldn't help but frown despite the pleasure I felt throughout my body at the friction. "How'd you know?"

"You said that out loud, My," Greg chuckled breathlessly.

"Oh, right," was my simple response before diving back in to kiss my young love again.

My body ignited with a fiery passion I didn't know I was capable of feeling, I felt it burn in my chest and my groin, an intenseness that I'd never experienced before. I'd always been so self-assured, and yet at that moment with Greg in my arms, holding me close, I'd never needed someone else so much.

I lifted a finger to Greg's mouth. "Here, suck," I instructed. Greg did so eagerly, twirling his tongue around my finger, licking and sucking it teasingly. I smoothly added another and he continued sucking enthusiastically. "Are you ready?"

Greg nodded as he ejected my fingers with a titillating popping sound. "Give it to me," he breathed.

I ran my thumb over his lips lovingly - yes, I Mycroft Holmes did it lovingly - and then gently inserted one of my moistened fingers partially into Greg's hot tightness. He scrunched up his face for a moment and I gave him a moment to adjust to the feeling before I slowly continued 'til my entire finger was sheathed in Greg's hole. I gently thrust it in and out a few times to help him get used to it before noticing he had a tear in his eye.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked him as I wiped away the tear with my left hand.

"No," Greg said quickly. "No, it's fine, seriously. It's just really uncomfortable right now. Kind of hurts really bad."

"I know," I replied sympathetically, leaning down to kiss him gently. "It'll get better though, I promise you. And if it doesn't, you can just tell me to stop and I will. Straight away. I promise you."

Greg nodded. "I love you."

"I love you too. Can I add another finger?"

Greg nodded again, having adjusted somewhat, and I slowly inserted a second finger. He hissed in pain but handled it well. "You're so good, Greg," I murmured as I moved them inside him. "You're so, so good."

I curled my fingers inside him, hitting his prostate almost immediately. Greg moaned, arching his back in pleasure. "Shit, My, do that again." I did as he requested, spurred on by his alluring groans. His fingers clutched onto my shoulders, tightening as I leaned down to kiss his neck once more, biting and sucking. "Mm, I like that."

I slowly and very gently removed my fingers and lined myself up against Greg. I quickly replaced my fingers with my penis, not giving Greg a chance to complain about the loss of the feeling. Again, I gave him a moment to adjust, taking deep breaths as to not completely unravel so soon. How could he be doing this to me? How could I have met someone so beautiful, so fucking perfect? How could I have met someone who was driving me crazy, who was supposed to be 'normal,' yet was proving to be undoubtedly the most gloriously fascinating person I'd ever met? Not even thinking, I asked what I should've asked a long time ago. "Greg, will you be my-my boyfriend?"

"Of course, baby, of course," he gasped with a nod. As an afterthought he added: "You can move now, if you want."

Unable to stop a smile from creeping onto my face, I slowly began to rock my hips into Greg, hearing him gasp almost immediately. I forced myself to keep my eyes open, despite feeling like my entire body was alight with arousal, being so hot and tight inside Greg, and watched the reactions on his face as they passed. His reaction was relaxed for a moment as I moved slowly and again, I had to smile at my own idea. With a sudden movement, I thrust hard against Greg's prostate and watched as his face pinched in pleasure and he moaned loudly, whorishly. "Fuck, My!"

I hissed through my teeth. "You're so hot, Greg. So hot and tight." I continued rocking into Greg, wrapping my hand around his erection, moving my hand around him in time to my movements inside him. His moans became louder and his hands travelled around my body, settling on my naked arse where he squeezed hard, encouragingly. I couldn't help but grunt along with his moans; some bizarre, distant part of my mind thinking how beautifully harmonic we sounded together. My name slipped off the student's tongue like a church bell, a beautiful sound that rang through the otherwise mostly quiet air. His hands were tight against my bum and hips as he moved them, holding onto my body so tight that I knew would leave impressive bruises the next day.

What we were doing was unorthodox but as I looked at the young beauty underneath me, encouraging me on to breach his previously untouched walls, I couldn't bring myself to care about the consequences that would spring up should we've gotten caught out. If I could have this forever, if I could have Gregory Lestrade, I didn't need anything else.

I used my other hand - the one that wasn't occupied with pleasuring Greg - to rest on his hip, pulling him up slightly to get a better position. I moved harder and faster, grunting loudly with Greg.

His hands clutched my skin impossibly tighter, his moans getting louder by the minute. Pre-cum dripped down his still-hard penis, falling against my hand which continued to pump up and down. "My, I'm gonna cum," he warned, voice hoarse.

"It's okay, baby. Let go," I said reassuringly, stroking his face once more, not bothering to question why I used such an awful pet name like 'baby'. With a shudder, Greg came all over my hand and his stomach, my name a groan on his lips. His eyes were pinched closed, teeth continuing to bite down on his bottom lip as he tried to suppress his sinfully-wonderful moans and his black curls were damp with sweat. Never in my life had I ever seen such a beautiful specimen as Greg, and nothing and no one would ever compare with him thereafter. Unable to get over how alluring Greg looked, how perfect and beautiful he was, and how happy he made me, I reached my climax with a violent shudder, thrusting in harder as I threw my head back and groaned loudly in pleasure. "Ah, fuck, Greg. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you..."

When our bodies reached relative-normality once more, I gently pulled out of Greg and fell on the bed beside him. "I'll be honest, Sir, that was the best sex I've ever had," Greg commented, kissing my bare shoulder.

"Hmm, I have to agree with you there, Mr. Lestrade," I agreed as I kissed his neck once more. "Let's try get some sleep, yeah? We'll have to leave early tomorrow. You have class and I have meetings."

"Are you teaching my English class tomorrow?" Greg asked, looking up at me with his beautiful brown eyes.

"Yeah, I am. Why's that?"

Something shifted in his eyes, and I knew that Greg was thinking of something mischievous. "No reason. Just wondering." He kissed me again and then settled his head on my chest again, his hair tickling my nose. "Good night, Mr. Holmes. I love you."

"Good night, Greg. I love you too. So much."

Turning off the light, I snuggled back into the bed beside Greg, somehow managing to fall into a contented sleep despite the sticky mess we were surrounded in.