AN: Soooo sorry about the long delay in updating! I was hit by a sudden bout of writers block and couldn't get anything done.

By the way: I made M a man because I finally sat back and made a night of Bond movies and decided that I liked the newest M even though we don't really see much of him. But if you still want to imagine a female M I won't stop you, because she was awesome too.

Disclaimer: I so do not own.

Sebastian fisted his hand in the dark locks of his lover and pushed further into the hot tightness of that long and pale throat.

Sherlock simply moaned around the large prick as he was mercilessly face-fucked by the powerful man standing above him.

Feeling his orgasm quickly approaching Seb pulled out of the detective's eager mouth and pulled him up by his hair, with a steadying grip on his shoulder, with his arms cuffed behind him Sherlock wasn't at his most graceful.

Turning the man around, and bending him over the large mahogany desk in the center of the room, Seb slowly pulled out the slim black butt plug they had played with earlier and tossed it in the leather chair that matched the desk perfectly.

"You ready?" He knew the answer of course, but he had figured out early on that Sherlock really liked to be harassed and dominated during sex.

"Just fuck me already, he'll be back in exactly half an hour and we don't have time for pleasantries." Seb gave a low chuckle at that as he lined himself up with the detective's eager hole.

"Then you should have thought of that before you dropped to your knees and started giving me that lovely blowjob." Not waiting for an answer he quickly thrust in, and immediately started up a brutal pace.

They were on a time restraint- since they needed to leave themselves time to escape- and so they didn't hold back.

Grunting and moaning obscenities, they quickly pushed over the edge and came- Sherlock spraying his all over the side of the antique and irreplaceable desk.

Not bothering to clean themselves up they rearranged their cloths- after Seb had released Sherlock's cuffs- and they made their way out of the heavily secured building.

After running a few miles they went their separate ways without a backward glance.

Back at the secured office Mycroft stood frozen in the doorway.

This was his third and final office that Sherlock and his new boytoy had defiled, not to mention all of his private cars that he had had to have thoroughly cleaned- everyday.

Eyeing the... thing in his chair he quickly walked back out and intercepted his assistant.

"The cleaners are already on their way." Nodding at 'Anthea's' efficiency, and ignoring the fact that only she could have let those two into his office- he had miscalculated just how many people had truly liked John Watson as a person- he tried once more to contact M and get the good doctor back.

As always he couldn't get through.

As if Sherlock's defilement of his work spaces wasn't bad enough, his little brother had also ruined his homelife.

Two weeks before, only a day after Dr. Watson's reassignment, he had come home to find his live-in lover with packed bags and an angry expression.

"Tell me right now that you did not force the best man I have ever know, the best thing that has ever happened to your brother, to go back to an organization that would have left him for dead out of sheer laziness simply because he fooled you about his past." As Mycroft remained silent Greg silently picked up his bags and headed for the door.

"I'm staying with Sherlock for now as he needs a flat-share and I need a place to stay until I find somewhere of my own. I'll get the rest of my things tomorrow when you're not here." Greg had since refused to take any of Mycroft's calls since, and the only message Sherlock would pass on was to say that he had brought this all on himself.

And the final nail in his coffin was the unpredictable political and and economic chaos Moriarty was causing in retaliation at losing his lover.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Mycroft admitted- if only to himself- that he had really messed up this time.

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M walked into his office, and stopped short at the sight of the two men already there.

He had been warned that he would most likely be getting a visit from them, but he hadn't believed that they could actually get past his security like this.

"Where's my Johnny?" The one lounging behind his desk asked.

"Yes, just where is my blogger? We know he's back in the country now." The taller one by the window said menacingly.

He had been trained to not be intimidated by men like this- he could hardly order about the double-O's if one glare could stop him- but something about these two was just so overpowering it made him shiver. Even that insufferable prick Mycroft was never this intense.

"Dr. Watson has been given a reassignment in accordance with his recent injuries and at his request. If you wish to speak with him you should talk with that pompous git Mycroft." He turned slightly to look at the younger Holmes brother.

"No offence to your brother, of course."

"Of course. Though you should use stronger language in the future, 'git' simply doesn't cover it." And with that the two men left, presumably to find his recently returned double-O.

M just hoped that John knew what he was doing in getting tangled up with all those amoral geniuses.

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Mycroft didn't even look up as four very dangerous and armed men burst through the door of his office.

It wasn't until Lestrade spoke- he hadn't realized how much he had truly missed the other man's voice until that moment- that he finally looked at them.

"Where's John, My?" Giving a huff- of course it was only for the doctor that his Gregory would come to see him- he answered.

"Probably bringing tea by now." And just then the door opened to reveal John Watson- doctor, army Captain, double-O and blogger- pushing a laiden tea trolley through the door.

Giving a large smile to the rooms occupants he began to pass out cups of tea, all the while ignoring the grumblings over his newest limp.

"Just a bad strain, I'll be fine in a few weeks." He reassured his two favorite geniuses.

"And just why are you serving tea in Mycroft's office? He has minions for that already, you are coming home right now!" Sherlock looked about ready to simply grab his blogger and make a run for the exit, but he stopped when John raised a hand for silence.

"Do you wish to tell them, or should I?" He asked the still seated British Government.

Even the non-geniuses in the room could see the white knuckled grip that the ginger suddenly took on his cup, as well as the resigned look of dissatisfaction he was shooting the short blonde.

Turning back to the small crowd in the room, John gave another big smile- only they could see that this one was filled with mischief.

"I'm Mycroft's new head of security. I volunteered, of course." As varying levels of shock and humor passed through the room John took the opportunity to observe his friends and lover.

It confused Greg to no end when John's eyes suddenly blazed and he rushed to draw Sherlock into a fierce hug.

"I'm so happy for you! But you really didn't need to wait for my return to ask him, there's no reason to be afraid; he's going to say yes no matter when you finally get up the nerve to ask him." With that Sherlock blazed red- Greg had no-idea that the man could blush, let alone show so much color all in one go- and ran from the room, quickly followed by a curious Seb.

With Sherlock and Seb gone, Greg found himself under the full scrutiny of his best mate. It wasn't as bad as when Sherlock gave you the once over he realized, but it was disconcerting.

"I know you haven't found a place to move into yet because you were waiting to see how mad I was at Mycroft before you completely broke off with him, and I do want to thank you for that, but I also want you to be happy Greg. Move back in with him, it is only hurting you both to be separated like this." Giving an encouraging smile he grabbed Jim by the elbow and softly closed the door behind them as they left.

And Greg suddenly found himself alone with the man he had longed for everyday, and had pined for at night.

"I have missed you, My." The D.I. stated when the silence finally grew to be too much.

"And I don't know how I've survived without you." Breathed Mycroft as he circled his desk and took his Gregory back into his arms.

He might not like the fact that Dr. Watson was now in charge of his safety, but if it meant that he could have Greg with him again then he could live with it.

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"John..." Jim began, but didn't know where to start and so let himself be led down the corridor.

Once inside a quiet room John turned to Jim and smashed their mouths together.

"I'll need a place to stay, do you know anyone looking for a flatmate?" John asked once they broke for air ten minutes later.

"Won't Sherly be expecting you to move back in now that the D.I. is move back out?" Shaking his head, John peppered Jim's jaw with little kisses.

"Not after he's married, no." Lost in the warmth of having his Johnny back, Jim didn't fully register this at first.

"What?!" As near screeched as John chuckled.

"He's probably proposing right now as I doubt Seb is going to let the matter of him blushing and running off drop. They really do seem to be good for each other." Wrapping a hand around his psychotic boyfriends neck John leaned up to whisper in his ear.

"My relationship with you is fully sanctioned now, as long as report any threats to the country I learn of through my contact with you back to head-quarters. So what do you say Jim, do you want to move in with me?" Deciding to forego words, Jim took a firm hold on his sexy double-O and kissed him hard.

Living with John was definitely going to interesting- and fun!

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AN.2: And that's it! Thank you all for all your support during this story, your lovely reviews have truly meant the world to me.

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Thank you all again, and(hopefully) see you on my next story!