[BBCSherlock-Xover] Circus Spy

Chapter 14 Extra Story Courteous-02

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Lestrade leaned in the bathtub, thinking about whether there were any omissions in the day's work. Thinking of the file, he decided to go to Montague Street to see that annoying but worrying child after get off work tomorrow.

Mycroft came in with a glass of hot skimmed milk and handed it to Lestrade.Lestrade took it, and the bubbles in his hand dripped down the glass slowly.Mycroft brushed Lestrade's cropped hair behind his ear and kissed it lightly, the thumb of his other hand brushing his still-healed lips all the way down.

There used to be a ring on Lestrade's chest as a pendant, but it disappeared more than a year ago. He said that he was fighting with the murderer while handling the case, and he didn't know where it fell. Did Ford believe it?

Mycroft naturally didn't believe it, he knew that Lestrade knew that the ring was a special order and a pair, but he also knew the reason why Lestrade didn't wear it anymore: although Lestrade didn't say Said, but as long as he wasn't feeling well, he wanted to make Mycroft feel worse.

"not in a good mood?"

"Hmm..." Lestrade was already full of anger, but now all of them were ignited with Mycroft's hand.Lestrade motioned for Mycroft to take the milk glass away, and put his arms around his neck, and Mycroft kissed him hard on the mouth.

Lestrade, who was touched by the wound, pushed him away with a "hiss", "Can't you be gentle?"

"Say, who is it?" Mycroft licked Lestrade's bleeding lips again, while holding Lestrade's penis in his hand, slowly moving it up and down with a tortured frequency.

"It's up to you!" Lestrade pulled Mycroft into the bathtub with all his strength, and the water overflowed a lot at once.

Mycroft let go of Lestrade's lips and nibbled on his neck and shuddering nipples. Lestrade threw his head back, not wanting to move, enjoying only Mycroft's service.

Lestrade suddenly felt that Mycroft wanted to turn him over, and opened his eyes vigilantly, "What are you going to do?"

Mycroft stared at him viciously, and the hand on Lestrade's waist was quite strong. Lestrade suddenly sneered, turned Mycroft's wrist down with his backhand, and twisted it aside, "What? Your little detective didn't satisfy you?"

"Shut up." Mycroft patted Lestrade's hand, stood up and fished him out of the bathtub and onto the bed.

"It's my turn, or you'll go find your little detective." Lestrade was thrown onto the bed by Mycroft, and immediately sat up again.

Mycroft was also pissed off by him, and looked at him sullenly, "Greg." Usually Lestrade would listen to him when he called him in such a tone, but today he was extremely Displeased, she turned over and got into bed, completely disregarding that both of them were still uncomfortably hard, "I'll fuck you, otherwise, get out!"

Mycroft stared at the small bump protruded by Lestrade, very angry that he often lost control in front of Lestrade, especially when he saw him being bitten on the lip - there was still There was a scent of lady's perfume - but Lestrade said nothing - which annoyed him even more.

"I'll find out. Before that, you're not allowed to see her again."

"I wish for it!" Lestrade said sullenly, throwing a pillow at Mycroft.

Then Mycroft turned and left Lestrade's room.

**

Lestrade went up to the second floor of the Montague Street apartment, and saw the door was wide open, and Sherlock was sitting on the ground under the window hung with beige tulle, with a map of London by his legs, and several papers. It looks like a candid shot of a big head portrait of a person.

"George, I have to say that the case you gave me this time can be worth 8 points."

That was a real pleasure for "George."Lestrade rolled his eyes, "So you haven't eaten yet, right?"

"Why? This case can satisfy all my hunger and thirst." Sherlock looked up at Lestrade contemptuously, then lowered his head to flip through the files, but then he raised his head again, "I Didn't that annoying brother express anger at the 'hickey' on your mouth?"

Before Lestrade could respond embarrassingly, Sherlock continued, "No, he got angry and tried to rape you, but it seemed to be unsuccessful? I knew that fat man usually lacked exercise, so how could he beat you when the phone was turned off? This brave serious crime policeman."

Lestrade wanted to say something, but all explanations were powerless in front of this high-functioning sociopath.In the end he just picked up the phone, ordered Sherlock a takeaway, and stared at him as he ate it.

When Sherlock complained that it would take up too much of his blood to digest greasy Chinese fried dumplings, Lestrade just quietly pulled out the file in Sherlock's hand that was not holding the chopsticks, and said, "I think this This shame about Scotland Yard that is about to be sealed, it is better not to let outsiders know", Sherlock obediently ate the remaining dumplings and a bowl of porridge.

Lestrade had always known how to deal with the youngest of the Holmes family, and had always wondered why Mycroft had never been able to make Sherlock obedient.

"I can't always listen to my brother." Sherlock seemed to see what Lestrade was thinking, with the dumpling in his mouth, he muttered.

"You don't listen to him." Lestrade handed Sherlock a tissue to prevent him from rubbing oil on the landlord's tablecloth.

Sherlock curled his lips, indicating that he was full and didn't want to talk, and he had to concentrate on studying the case, please do it yourself.

So Lestrade packed his lunch box and left.

**

"Ah, Greg, why do you have time to come and play today? It's rare that you leave work early and don't have to accompany your government?" Eric Lanshere saw Lestrade sitting alone by the bar, and came over and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's not a child, and it needs to be taken care of every day." Lestrade saw that he was an old friend, and motioned the bartender to add a glass of the same tequila to Eric.

"What's on your mind?" Eric knew that Lestrade was always on call, so he seldom drank, and today he had a gloomy expression.

"Is it true that I have everything written on my face? Why can you all interpret something casually." Lestrade took a big gulp of wine, without adding ice or salt Pure drink.Seeing him like this, how could Eric not notice something was wrong.

"in argument?"

"How could it be?" Lestrade smiled wryly.

"It's been more than ten years for you, isn't quarreling a very common thing? Look at it, maybe he is holding his mobile phone and trying to send you a text message at this time."

Lestrade sneered.

Eric thought that Lestrade was laughing at himself, and quickly comforted him, "Usually he is so strict with people, even if I say a few more words to you, I will be scared to death by his low pressure. This kind of monopoly is really not ordinary people. It can be distributed."

Lestrade hadn't told Eric that Mycroft had frequently changed lovers for more than ten years.

Desire for monopoly, yes, Mycroft has a deep desire for monopoly on him, even if it is the most beloved little lover, Mycroft can let him play.But Lestrade was never allowed to be touched by others.

Mycroft is never satisfied with the status quo, he is eager to conquer, to conquer those fledglings who don't know what's at stake, the more disobedient he is, the more excited he is to conquer.

Mycroft is a shameless man who separates love from sex.

Lestrade hated him for showing mercy, and Mycroft wondered why Lestrade, who had all his love, wasn't content.

If love is long-suffering, then Lestrade will quietly wait for the day when he ceases.

Lestrade drank the rest of the wine in the glass, glanced at the time, just at this time the phone came in, Eric made a face at him, "Look, I really came to check the post, we just met by chance, you don't want to Confess me."

Lestrade glanced at the number, patted Eric on the shoulder, told the bartender that Eric's was also on his account, and walked out of the bar.

Seeing Lestrade come out, Jeremy hung up the phone and respectfully asked him to get in the car.

Lestrade fell asleep in the car alone.

**

Lestrade woke up in the middle of the night, feeling very hot, and went downstairs to find water. The kitchen servants had gone to bed early, leaving only the dim wall lamp still on. Lestrade heard noises in the kitchen, and took a closer look. It was Joseph who was rummaging in the refrigerator, probably also looking for water to drink.

Lestrade turned back to turn on the overhead light, and Joseph jumped. Lestrade stepped forward and trapped Joseph between him and the wall. He closed the refrigerator door with one hand to support him, and lifted Joe Joseph's chin, "I can't help but be scared, how can I be a qualified agent?"

"Mr. Lestrade..." Joseph's trembling appearance happened to be seen by Mycroft who came down to look for him after waiting for him for a long time.

"Greg." Mycroft called Lestrade, Joseph took the opportunity to run behind Mycroft, Mycroft told him to go upstairs, and he confronted Lestrade.

"Why? Distressed?" Lestrade opened the refrigerator, took out half a bucket of milk, opened the lid, and poured it directly into his mouth.He thought to himself that if he hadn't been scared by himself, his beloved milk would have fallen into someone else's belly. The rotten man in front of him could give it to him, but milk would never work.

Mycroft grabbed the milk, poured it into a cup, heated it in the microwave, and handed it to Lestrade, but Lestrade didn't pick it up, but pulled Mycroft directly. The loose pajamas were kissed, and the warm milk spilled all over the two of them, but no one cared.

After years of getting along, they both know how to ignite each other's lust and how to make each other comfortable, but Mycroft likes to make all these pains. Usually Lestrade enjoys it, but gradually he gets tired of it. the pain.

"Fuck, take it easy."

Mycroft obeyed the verb that preceded Lestrade's sentence, but whether or not the latter was carried out depended on his mood.

"Greg..." Mycroft picked up Lestrade, let him sit on the sink, spilled some milk on his penis and hands, rubbed it, and then inserted Lestrade, Lestrade Trade gave a painful "ah" and bit Mycroft's neck hard, not caring whether Anthea would die tomorrow because the collar of Mycroft's shirt that was going to be summoned by the Prime Minister was not enough to cover the scar. angry.

This is what you asked for.

Both of them were gnashing their teeth thinking about the word.