"You are under arrest," said Greg as he took his handcuffs and cuffed Mycroft left wrist. He'd come home early to find his partner quietly reading in the sitting room in his pyjamas and dark blue silken dressing gown. It was just fate that Greg forgot to put his handcuffs back in his desk at the Yard. So, he got an idea and acted upon it. The playful spark in his eye didn't go unnoticed as the one being arrested cocked an eyebrow. Greg usually did silly things like this but Mycroft was either too busy or too tired to play along. Today, though, all his meetings had either run incredibly smoothly or were canceled altogether. He was relaxed and, for once, completely not-busy. "Am I?" Mycroft asked, mock incredulity in his tone. "On what offences, officer?" Innocence pleaded from his eyes, making Greg laugh. Raising Mycroft's left arm above his head, Greg moved to straddle the man's lap and cuffed the other wrist. Mycroft's arms, now connected by the metal handcuffs at the wrist, rested on Greg's shoulders. Greg dipped his head and pressed his lips to Mycroft's. "Multiple charges," he mumbled. He moved to the corner of his mouth. "Your mouth causes the masses to tremble." To his cheek. "Your beauty is too much for the commonwealth to handle." Down to the jawline, his lips brushing the stubble. "This shadow you have is a danger to the public." He moved his hand down and along Mycroft's outer thigh. He smiled against Mycroft's neck. "These legs alone will get you life imprisonment." Biting his lip, Mycroft inhaled slowly. The feeling of Greg's hands on him never got old. It was something new every time, like being rediscovered and explored with precision and care. Greg's touch elicited pleasure and need that Mycroft had grown accustomed to suppressing. But, with this man on his lap and his gentle caresses, Mycroft was done in. His walls were tumbling and Greg was the earthquake that shook his world. "Gregory, I-" Mycroft started with a note of seriousness on his tone. He shifted to look at Greg, who had stopped kissing his neck long enough to glance up. "You're right of silence still stands, Mr. Holmes," Greg's smirk fell when saw the intensity in Mycroft's eyes. "What? What's wrong?" Greg moved Mycroft's arms off of his shoulders and moved to stand in front of his partner. He took the key to the handcuffs out of his pocket as he said, "Are they hurting you? Do you want them off?" He went to unlock them but Mycroft shook his head. "They are fine, really." Mycroft clenched his jaw and Greg saw an expression of doubt pass over Mycroft's face. Do I risk this? Do I risk throwing all of this away with both hands? Do I risk... losing him? Mycroft struggled with himself, tug-of-war in his mind. He loved Gregory. But, telling him could spell the end of it all. And Mycroft wasn't sure he was ready for it. "Myc, what's-" The concern in Greg's voice pushed Mycroft over the edge. "I love you," he blurted, closing his eyes. At first there was silence. Mycroft just kept his eyes shut and wished that he'd done the same with his mouth. That's what he gets for caring. His walls fell and he was left to rebuild them but there will always be the fault line. The fault line Greg created by storming into his life. Who was Mycroft kidding? The notion that an enigma such as himself could ever be loved... The idea that what he and Greg had could even amount to anything was absurd and a waste of ti- The handcuffs were unlocked and dropped to the floor a mere moment before Greg's hands were wrapped in the front of Mycroft's shirt and his lips were upon his. The passion and need in Greg's kiss spoke volumes that no words could ever expresses and it warmed Mycroft's chilled heart. He... loved him. He he put a hand on either side of Greg's face and parted his lips, their breathing in sync. Greg was mumbling about loving him too and Mycroft couldn't have been happier. There, in that one single moment, Mycroft felt something towards Greg that he hadn't since he was a child; unconditional love. Humming, Mycroft pulled back. "About those charges?" Mycroft murmured. Greg chuckled, his chocolate eyes filled with adoration and happiness. "You are sentenced to life. With me. Forever." Smiling ear to ear, Mycroft nodded, kissing Greg again. "That sounds perfect. Always perfect."
