A/N: Sorry for the huge delay on this one! Every time I tried working on this, I ended up with writer's block… but I finally got over it! Here's the lemon I promised.

Komui squealed in delight and burst into Lenalee's room, launching himself at Reever.

The blonde, who had been sitting down, jumped up in alarm.

Komui glomped him from behind.

Reever looked over at Lenalee who just laughed, "See! I told you so!"

Komui grinned like a mad man and squeezed even tighter.

"I'll leave you to it then!" she winked and left the room.

Reever couldn't believe that this was happening, he was thrilled but still… "Supervisor, please get off of me."

Komui frowned at both the title and the request. He refused to let go.

"Why should I? I like you and you like me…" He started to snake a hand up under the blonde's shirt.

Reever stopped him, "Just not here."

"Why not?" he pouted.

Reever turned his head and the blush painting his cheeks amazed Komui, "Ummm… because this is your little sister's bedroom?"

"Oh!" Komui let him go and grinned sheepishly, "Um, my room then?"

Reever turned beet red and nodded.

And so they went to Komui's room.

Reever sat on the bed nervously while Komui locked the door.

He noticed the blonde's apprehension. "Look, we don't have to…"

"No, I want to." His voice was determined.

Komui smiled softly and sat next to him on the bed.

Reever turned to face him, eyes closed, lips parted for a kiss.

The supervisor obliged him and they smooched for a good eight minutes, but then their hormones got the better of them. Making out was all well and good but they both wanted more.

Komui pounced on Reever pushing him back onto the bed. He straddled the blonde and started undressing him. The tie went first (lest he inadvertently strangle his love) followed by the lab coat and that damned vest. Meanwhile, Reever just laid there blushing, trying to pretend that he wasn't totally mortified.

Komui had concluded that Reever's clothes were mocking him. After spending precious seconds fumbling with the evil dress shirt button he'd triumphantly pushed it aside only to find a tank top style undershirt. He huffed and pulled the blonde forward by his lapels.

It was sort of awkward to sit up with Komui already in his lap, but he managed.

The lab coat and shirt were pushed off the blonde's shoulders. Next, Komui pulled the tank over Reever's head, gave it a dirty look, and flung it over his shoulder. He pushed Ree back down and took a good long look. Kwa! The blush spread all the way down his chest, cute! Komui's face was an odd mix between a dopey grin and a lustful smirk.

Reever felt a little awkward. He was certainly enjoying the looks that he was receiving; but why was he the only one without a shirt? It wasn't fair!

Komui saw the indignant look and chuckled throwing his beret and jacket onto the floor in a sloppy pile. He felt the other's gaze on him and smirked smugly as he peeled off the turtleneck. He got to his knees and languidly tossed it into a chair.

The Aussie squeaked a little when he realized the taller man's intentions, but it was too late. Komui stood up removing the blonde's pants and boxers in one swift movement. Reever covered his face with his hands, peeking through his fingers when he heard a zipper and the clank of a belt buckle. He had to admit that he felt a little better now that they were both naked.

After that, things progressed pretty easily. Komui pulled a bottle of lube from the same random magical void where he kept his drill. He sauntered towards Reever, and hooked one of the blonde's legs over his shoulder. Blue eyes peeked from between fingers curiously.

And so the stretching began. Reever hissed in discomfort as the first slick (and very cold) finger was inserted. Komui took his time. He didn't want to wait, but if he rushed things Ree would be less inclined to let him do it again.

After several agonizingly slow minutes, he deemed the blonde ready. He got himself ready and paused at Reever's entrance. Something was missing. Ah! He pulled the Aussies' hands away from his face and, pinning them above the blonde's head, gave him a reassuring kiss. Reever winced a little as Komui pressed inside him.

Komui really wanted to pound the blonde into the mattress… but the whole not hurting him thing… He took it as slowly as he could, marveling at his own will power. He angled a little differently, brushing against Reever's prostate. The blonde gasped and mewled.

Komui lost it. He growled and latched his mouth onto the blonde's collarbone, pounding him mercilessly.

Neither of them lasted long after that. Reever came first, gasping out the supervisor's name, triggering Komui's climax.

The older man pulled out and cuddled up to his love. Reever nuzzled his chest sleepily , "Mph, I love you…" He yawned and drifted off.

Komui kissed his forehead and smiled smugly, pleased at the way things had turned out.

A/N: Yay! I've finally finished this one! Reviews are made of love!