Greg and Mycroft were going to lose their minds by the time their wedding night came. It was driving them insane they could barely sleep in the same bed without wanting to pounce on the other.

IT was July and hot and Mycroft had just gotten back from Japan and was suffering from jet lag. Greg saw the perfect chance for him to drive the man nuts. Greg pulled his handcuffs out of the bowl they use to keep the keys.

Mycroft was upstairs taking a nap when Greg entered the room. Greg pressed a kiss to his cheek, eyes, nose and forehead. The man's nose twitched as a smile broke across his face. "Greg stop that."

"And if I don't?" Greg questioned burying his nose in the man's neck inhaling his scent.

Mycroft gave in a bit letting his hips be straddled by the silver haired cop and letting his hands stroke up and down the clothed thighs. How he wanted him. Greg let his headrest on Mycroft's shoulder nose buried in the crook of Mycroft's neck.

"Why couldn't you say no to your mother?"

"Because she has those eyes. Sherlock's eyes I swear she learned it from him or it the other way around but they use those eyes and get their way." Mycroft chuckled.

Greg sat up again as to look Mycroft in the eyes. "Tell me would it work if I tried it?"

Mycroft looked into his fiancé's eyes. It was amazing how dark they were. A deep dark brown almost black. Mycroft loved those eyes the depth of them. Mycroft his hand up to Greg's cheek running his thumb over the cheekbone.

Mycroft brought their lips together in a soft kiss they slowly progressed to something more. Before long they were shedding clothes. Mycroft let Greg take control as he pinned his arms above his head. He'd been so lost in the touch of his lover that he never saw or heard the clink of the handcuffs as they snapped around his rest through the rile on the headboard and around his other wrist until Greg pulled himself away with a wicked smile.

"Gregory." Mycroft growled his lover's name.

"Yes?" the smiled only grew wider.

"Let me go."

"No I think I like seeing you like this. Hard and weeping and frustrated."

"I'm not the only one who's in need of a hand." Mycroft told him.

"I may be pitching a tent but I still have my hands." Greg laughed as he waved from the doorway and went to take care of his hard on.

.:*:.

When Greg came back Mycroft was where he had left him.

"That was cruel Greg."

"How you get rid of it?"

"With the most disturbing images my mind could muster. Now let me go."

"Alright, alright." Greg leaned over enough to undo the cuffs. Once both had gone Mycroft pinned his lover to the bed in one fluid motion.

"I promise you Gregory I'll pay you back for that." Mycroft's voice sent shivers down the cop's spine.

The thought running through both men's minds needs to get here faster.