Author's Note: Slashity slash slash slash. You have been warned! This is the cherry on top, and the final Chapter. Hope you enjoy!

Cain smirked into the kiss, and without breaking contact, he swept Ambrose up into his arms like the time Ambrose had that crippling migraine.

Ambrose gasped at the sudden movement, and was instantly worried. "Cain! What are you doing? You're not supposed to do any heavy lifting!" He exclaimed while he still held onto the man's neck.

Cain laughed as he started walking. "You don't count as 'heavy lifting', sweetheart. I could probably carry you for hours if necessary, but to the bedroom is sufficient enough. Besides. Isn't it tradition for the man to carry his betrothed across the threshold?"

Ambrose still blushed in his awkward position, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Cain didn't even look like he was straining, so he trusted the man to know his limits. But looking at the man's profile, he was overcome with an urge he'd been suppressing for some time now. He leaned in and gently licked Cain's earlobe before he gave it a gentle nibble. The gasp he heard, and the sudden quickening of the pace made him smirk. "Head for my room. I have a few surprises of my own in there for you."

Intrigued, Cain swiftly moved in the direction of Ambrose's room. Once they were at the door, Cain smoothly opened it with his knee and carried his treasure over the threshold. The dimly lit room gave off a peaceful and welcoming atmosphere. He gently put Ambrose down, and looked into his eyes, waiting for the next move.

Ambrose blushed under the heated gaze. He leaned up to lay a gentle kiss on Cain's soft lips. As he did, he slowly started to undo some of the man's buttons on his jacket. Something about his careful maneuvers told Cain that he should just stand still, and let the other man do what he wanted. It felt nice to surrender his control.

Ambrose gave gentle kisses to the taller man's neck as he exposed it from the high collar. Once all the buttons were undone, he gently slid the heavy formal coat off his broad shoulders and draped it over the back of a nearby chair without turning. He brought his hands back up to slowly start on the buttons of Cain's shirt.

The silence between them was not awkward in the slightest. On the contrary, Ambrose's movements, their calm gentle breathing, and their closeness to one another felt as natural as merely existing.

When Ambrose repeated his ministrations with Cain's shirt he took a moment to admire Cain's sculpted chest. Leaning in, he whispered, "Go lie down on the bed. On your stomach, and prop your head on your arms." It wasn't a command, but it wasn't a request. Either way, Cain did as he was told, and moved towards the bed while Ambrose gathered a few things.

Once he was on the bed, he felt Ambrose gently take off his boots, leaving his freshly healed feet bare. Cain kept his head down as he heard a little bit more rustling, then felt the bed shift as Ambrose moved to straddle his lower back. Before he could question what the man was doing, he felt the inventor's strong hands move along his back, putting delicious pressure on his overworked muscles. Some ointment that smelled of lavender and mint was creating a warming sensation throughout his shoulder blades.

For some reason, it felt appropriate to whisper in this moment, as though this were a sacred ritual worthy of respect. Ambrose leaned close to Cain's ear. "This is a formula I invented to help reinvigorate your muscles. I know you've been suffering from not being able to do regular training, and your muscles need a proper wake up call after being immobilized for so long. Tomorrow, you'll feel like a new man." With that, Ambrose kissed his temple.

Cain smiled and let out a contented moan. "I'm already a new man. Thanks to you." That earned him another kiss.

No more words were spoken as Ambrose continued to massage out the sore muscles from top to bottom. After some time, Ambrose said, "Turn over, Love." And moved enough so that the man can do just that. When Cain turned around, he could see that Ambrose had rid himself of most of his clothes too, and was straddling his waist in nothing but a pair of loose pants. Seeing the man on top of him like that sent amorous thoughts to his little soldier who was all too eager to salute.

Ambrose smiled warmly at the hungry look in Cain's eyes. Saying nothing, he continued to massage the man's incredible chest. This has been a secret fantasy of his since he had caught Cain in the showers. Cain continued to mewl like a contented panther. Ambrose, being in this position was able to lean down and steal small kisses from the man, keeping them light as he worked on the muscles. He massaged down the muscled arms and ended at the hand, giving each one avid attention.

After the whole top half of Cain had been thoroughly kneaded, he shifted lower and started removing the man's belt. Cain was a little shocked out of his relaxed state as Ambrose was dangerously close to where he needed him the most. Ambrose felt him tense, but continued to work slowly. "Hush Love. Just be patient. Trust me." And Cain did. Completely. So, he did not move as Ambrose carefully removed his pants, leaving him in just his undershorts that were tenting out rather obviously.

Ambrose avoided the straining area as he massaged the man's legs. Being very careful around the newly healed areas, he left no area of the man untouched. Cain felt like he was riding on a cloud of bliss as the ointment both cooled and burned his muscles. But the heat was pooled around the one area that had yet to be touched.

Ambrose could tell that Cain was ready for the next phase. He reached up and started to remove the last piece of clothing from the god like man he was worshiping. As the final piece fell away, Cain let out a gasp as the cool air hit his now exposed member.

Ambrose marveled at the nude beauty in front of him. The man was perfect in every way, and he felt a fresh surge of love for him as he leaned down to inhale the musk scent of his lover. Finally, he allowed himself to touch the smooth skin of the beautiful shaft in front of him. Cain's eyes flew open as he intently stared at what Ambrose was doing, using all his strength to keep still.

Ambrose gently caressed the soft rod, feeling the heat radiate off of it. He was almost mesmerized as he watched the skin move around the head. He watched fascinated as tiny pearls started to emerge from the tip of the crown. Giving into temptation, Ambrose used his tongue to collect the sweet and salty pearls. Hearing the passionate moan from the man beneath him, he felt encouraged to let his tongue roam around the head, traveling in all the crevices, and tasting the smooth flesh.

Cain felt pinned to the sheets, like a spell would be broken if he did not sit still. Yet his breathing was increasingly becoming irregular, and his heart rate was starting to pound through his chest. He clutched the fabric in his hands, as he felt more inhumane moans escape his clenched teeth.

Smiling at the effect this was have on the Tin Man, Ambrose decided to let himself engulf the man whole. He felt Cain's hips jerk at the same time he heard the man practically scream. Delighted by this, he began to suck gently on the rod currently in his mouth. He began a rhythmic pattern of bobbing his head up and down on the shaft and alternating between sucking and swirling his tongue around the tip. He knew the Tin Man was not going to last long.

Cain was starting to see stars in his line of vision as his mind began to blank out. All that existed was that wonderful suction on his engorged cock. It truly had been too long, and he felt himself losing it. "Ambose… wait… I'm… I'm gonna…."

But Ambrose didn't wait. Instead, he increased the pressure of his suction by going as far down as he could and kept the vacuum sensation constant. Cain tried feebly to lift the man off him, but his strength had long since abandoned him, and he was helpless when his body unwound like a rubber band drawn too tightly, and he gave into his first release in over a decade.

Ambrose swallowed his lover's essence, convulsing his throat after each new spurt, not wanting to waist a drop. When he felt the man go limp, he gently extracted himself so that he could lay next to his sated lover.

Cain felt as though his soul has left his body, and he was laying in a heavenly paradise among the cosmos. When he felt his breathing slowly calm down, and he could feel his mortal body returning, he turned his head to look at the man who made him experience that bliss. Ambrose smiled softly and lovingly at him. Cain, as limp as he felt, reached over and grabbed Ambrose's hand, and rested it over his heart. Ambrose could feel how rapidly it was still beating. "Remember when you told me to have some heart? Well, this is proof that I have one now. And this is how you make it feel." Cain said as he pulled the other man close to kiss him soundly.

As he continued to kiss Ambrose, he shifted so that he was now on top of him. Cain allowed himself to enjoy seeing Ambrose beneath him, trusting him, loving him. It was the best feeling in the world. "So beautiful." Cain whispered, causing Ambrose to blush. He kissed the man again softly on the lips, then his forehead where the zipper used to be, then his temple, then close to his ear, and whispered, "You're incredible, irreplaceable." He hovered over his lips while his newly awakened desire rubbed against the smaller man's own shaft. "I need you." Cain whispered, thick with lust.

Being without release for so long, Cain was quick to recover as arousal lead his movements in an intimate dance as his fingers caressed the one he held dear. He felt Ambrose tremble slightly, and he knew the man, though excited, was still quite nervous. Cain felt radiant under Ambrose's ministrations, and he only hoped he could do so in kind.

He gently nibbled at the tiny buds that were hardening under his ministrations. The resounding moans coming from the man beneath him tasted just as delicious as his skin. He gently pulled off Ambrose's remaining piece of fabric and gazed at his prize. In the dim light, Ambrose's skin reflected as though it were gold. He ran his fingers down his legs and back up, sending chills throughout his golden body. Cain felt shudders of his own as he watched Ambrose be affected by his caresses.

Cain gently spread the man's shaking thighs, and moved in between them. He lifted the man's hips in order to slip a pillow underneath. He then dipped his fingers into an open jar on the nightstand. A simple balm, but it was more than sufficient. He warmed it with his breath before he trailed his hand down between Ambrose's legs, searching for that hidden entrance.

Ambrose let out a quick intake of breath as Cain found what he was looking for. "Shh. Relax. I'll go slow. If you ever want me to stop, just say so."

Ambrose nearly laughed, because there was no way he was going to stop the man now. Even if it hurt like hell. He felt the pressure of Cain's finger as they slowly slid inside him. It felt strange, but it wasn't painful. Cain's other hand continued to caress his long thigh, as though he were soothing a wild animal.

Two fingers followed, and the stretch was a little uncomfortable. But the burning gaze Cain was giving him was worth any discomfort. He would take the man dry if only he would look at him like that. So full of desire. So full of love. Love for him. It truly was the best feeling in the world.

Finally, after three fingers were moving inside him, all fingers were removed. He instantly felt cold and empty. He didn't have to wait long before something else was breaching his passage.

Cain kept his eyes on Ambrose. He took in every gasp, every movement of the eyes as they involuntarily rolled backwards. The flushed cheeks against the pale expanse of skin. As he slid himself in, he was overwhelmed by the heat and the tightness. He went slowly so that he wouldn't hurt Ambrose, but also because he was on the edge of finishing before they really began. He didn't think he'd be able to go for a third round after two intense ones.

Ambrose clung to Cain's back, pulling him as close as possible. He's never been underneath a man, but it was incredibly erotic. Like a cage of flesh that you never wanted to escape from. Finally, Cain was sheathed to the hilt. Ambrose brushed the beads of sweat off of Cain's forehead, and kissed his cheek.

Cain was panting, trying to get himself under control. The feeling was sensational. Not only did he feel incredible heat in his nether regions, but it spread throughout his whole being. He swore, it was seeping out of his pores. He kissed the man beneath him with so much passion, he thought he was going to melt from the heat. A blob of molten tin.

"I'm alright Wyatt. You can start moving."

Cain kissed him again. Hearing is given name in that breathy voice nearly made him lose it. He took a deep breath, and started to rock. He could still see some nervousness in the man's eyes, "How does it feel? Tell me." He didn't even pause his movements.

"Gods it feels so good. It feels amazing." Ambrose said without hesitation.

"Then why do you seem tense a bit?"

"Because it's all so new. Such new sensations that I can't even describe. I don't know whether to cry or scream, both in delight. I feel on the cusp of losing control, and I've never done that before."

Cain interlaced their fingers together. "Hold my hand. I'll keep you anchored. I want to see you lose control. To be so awash with stimulation that you can't contain your voice. Let me hear you sing your pleasure from the top of the hills." With that, he sharply pivoted his hips, immediately hitting that one spot that made everything even better.

"Ahhh! Oh, do that again! Please!"

"With pleasure sweetheart." He nearly growled as he repeated the motion over and over again. With every thrust, Ambrose seemed to get even louder. Soon he was pulling nearly all the way out before plunging back in at full force.

Ambrose was going out of his mind. He was so close, but he was still afraid to tip over the edge. Cain's nearly animalistic growling was so intense. He couldn't believe that he was the one making the man feel like that. He squeezed the hand he was holding, and just let himself feel.

Cain was about ready to explode, but he didn't want to until Ambrose fell over the edge as well. He leaned in real close, and whispered huskily into the man's sensitive ear. "Come for me, my sweetheart. Let go. Come with me." And he gently bit the earlobe right next to his lips.

That did it. Letting out a cry that would make a banshee blush, Ambrose let loose his desire and painted their chests in his warm essence. Cain grunted and groaned and thrust a few more times before his own release took over, and he filled the overly tight cavern of his beloved. If he thought his soul left his body the last time, then this time he must surely be dead. He collapsed on top of Ambrose, nearly avoiding crushing the man as he held him close.

"Not bad for my first time." Ambrose teased.

Cain knew beyond a doubt that it was more than 'not bad'. "Are you saying that I'll need to work harder at it?"

Ambrose groaned at the possibilities. "Perhaps. You know, I am an inventor. I may just need to come up with certain devices to aid us."

"May the Saints have mercy on me, sweetheart. I don't think I'll be able to survive what your devious mind decides to cook up."

"And what if I invent items for you to use on me?"

"Well that's different then. But just remember that I would never do anything to you that you were not comfortable with."

"I know Love. And I adore you for it." Ambrose got up to get a damp towel to clean them up. Cain seemed to be absolutely boneless. He tossed the rag on the table, and rejoined the man in bed. He pulled the covers up and shifted so that Cain was once again laying on top of him. He seemed nearly asleep already. Ambrose lowered the lights even more and snuggled close. "Goodnight. My beloved Husband." He said while kissing the top of the man's head and enfolding his arms around him.

Cain smiled and enclosed his own arms around the soft torso beneath him, nuzzling into the center where he could hear the steady heartbeat of the one he loved. "Goodnight my dearest Heart."

A light breeze carried in through the window as the moonlight's rays glided across the floor in a cool blanket of light. The two lovers drifted off to their dream realm as they both looked forward to a future worth anticipating, for now they were both truly at piece and they were both truly complete.

Finito!