A/N This chapter is NSFW. I should be updating the last two or three chapters in the next couple hours, so if you'd rather not read horribly written smut, just skip chapter 7.

Thank you all for the nice review and everything, im very grateful.

The look he gives you when you bring it up is a surprised and hesitant one. You've done a lot more than just kiss at this point, for sure, but you haven't gone further than wandering hands and hickeys. You blush so hot and red that you're sure you look like some sort of brownish tomato. He stops you when you try to roll away, though, a smile growing on his face.

"Course we can, Tav," he says softly, cupping your chin and stroking your cheek with his thumb. You look up at him, the beginnings of tears in your eyes. "Whatever you want."

You bite your lip as the two of you look at each other, a wave of elation and slight anxiety sweeping over you. You're happy, but you're nervous. You've suddenly lost most of the confidence you've built up over the years, and why now? Why when you want so badly to be with him, when you dare to say you love him, when there's so little time left? You mentally kick yourself, tearing your eyes from his and leaning into his hand.

"What's the matter, Tav?" he asks you quietly, tilting your face back up towards his. Your heart is thudding and it feels like it's in your throat and his face is just too close, you're scared, and you can't think of a time when you've felt more…alive.

You take one more look around you; you're back at his place, but now it's got a little more life to it. The curtains are open and even though the sky is darkening the place feels more lively than the first time. Thinking about it, you realize again that you feel ready. Nothing should be stopping you. And so, when you look up at him again, you immediately pull him into a kiss.

Someone so flexible and controlled should not lose his balance so easily. He ends up catching himself with a foot on the edge of the seat beside your leg and his hands clutching both arms of your wheelchair. That only lasts a second, though, because as the kiss falls into a rhythm, he sighs and settles on your lap, legs folded on either side of yours in the chair. Your arms snake around his waist as his fingers grip your jaw. Your breath mixes with his as your lips press and mould and nudge.

Soon your tongues are doing the tango and your hands are trying to remove each other's clothes, though Gamzee gets the idea that maybe you ought to be in the bedroom for that. He climbs off of you and you whine, panting as he rushes to push your chair all the way down the hall and into his bedroom.

Once there he lifts you into his arms with that alarming strength you still aren't used to him having and lays you on the bed, climbing on top of you. He takes a moment to stare down at you and catch his breath, but you don't really want any part of that, and you tug his head down so your lips meet again. This kiss is sloppy and doesn't last very long before you decide you want to taste his neck. The fingers you have laced firmly in his hair tug just enough to tilt his head, and he disconnects from you with a gasp. You nip at his neck lightly, then suck, and he groans breathlessly.

"Shit, Tav," he gasps the more you kiss him. You feel a shy smile tug at your lips as you drag your tongue up along his jaw. He's shivering and gripping your shoulders, and in the next moment you feel a shift in his hips. For a moment you think maybe it was a mistake, but then he does it again, even harder. You moan and try to arch up against him, but your legs disallow it, so you whimper and grab his hips.

"Gamzee," you huff. He snorts a little and kisses you on the lips again, hips dipping and rubbing against yours in long strokes. You gasp and tighten your grip, pulling him just slightly harder against you. By now both of you are without a doubt fully erect, but you can't do much of anything from where you are, and Gamzee seems to be perfectly content with his crotch against yours and his lips the same way.

"Gamzee," you whimper when he pulls back. "Come on, Gamzee, stop teasing me…"

You watch through lidded eyes as he smiles that wide smile. His hair is even more of a mess than usual, his breath is coming in ragged, and his eyes are…hungry. "Me tease you?" he chuckles softly. "Motherfucker, you're the one who's up and teasin. Just look at these marks you made." He gestures to his neck as he begins to strip, still straddling your hips. You watch silently, biting your lip, and you realize that you've never seen him completely naked.

It really is a glorious sight. His body is lean and his muscles bulge a little out of his thin skin-and-mostly-bone frame. And, of course, well, then there's…well, suffice to say, you really enjoy the view. He notices, too, and you can see him blush. You've got him all flustered again, something you still haven't gotten used to, and probably never will.

You smile up at him and start to reach for your pants, but he beats you to it and tugs them down. You hear him chuckle a little, and you guess maybe he saw the small damp spot that formed on your boxers moments ago. Your cheeks flush, but you find that you don't feel the need to look away. You just lock eyes with him again with that same doped up smile on your face.

You continue to watch as he leans over to retrieve lube that you sort of forgot he must have in his bedside table. You mentally prepare yourself for what comes next, because you know that he'll probably want to top and you know what that means and holy crap, no, you've never been more wrong. Your thoughts swerve onto a new course when you notice that he's spread the lube onto his fingers and is sitting up just a little higher on your waist.

Blue eyes are locked on your brown ones as he reaches under himself. Your heart speeds up quite a bit with the gasp that he lets out as a finger pierces his own entrance. You can't think of anything to do except massage small circles on his hip bones and watch. So you do. You watch with a heated face and a twitching cock as he works one slick finger in and out, soon adding a second, then later, a third. He scissors and thrusts and stretches and moans with his eyes locked right on yours, licking his lips and taunting you. He knows you want him, and maybe it's getting to be a little too much for him too, because he removes his fingers and leans over you to give you a sweet kiss on the lips. A sweet kiss followed by a good coating of the cold lube on your pulsing erection and your beloved Gamzee lowering his tight heat onto it.

The two of you moan in unison, yours slightly more strangled and high pitched than his, his deep and long and rolling as he impales himself down on you. You hesitantly rub his hip with your left hand and reach up to grip his weeping cock with your right. His breathing is heavy as he sits on top of you, ass fully flush with your groin, and it isn't long before he's moving.

Oh God does it feel good. You're reduced to a gasping and moaning mess in no time, wishing you could thrust up into him, or make him go faster, or something, anything! Left to his own devices like he is, he's liable to try and torture the both of you just to see you wiggle and writhe and squirm beneath him.

"Gamzee," you stutter almost breathlessly, eyes closed nearly all the way in ecstasy. His head is tilted back as your hand works his erection in time with his thrusts downward. You hear him chuckle, feel his hands hit the mattress beside you, see him collapse over himself before he lifts himself almost all the way off you, only to slam back down.

Any involuntary action your lower half has left, he coaxes out of you with little effort. His movements get rougher and he takes you deeper, harder and harder until the moans hit their loudest and the names become broken. You feel him splatter, hot on your hand and your chest, your name on his lips just seconds before you release yourself inside him, shouting that blessed name.

He slides off of you and collapses beside you before you think it's even possible for him to have come down from his orgasm yet. His arms are around your shoulders, pulling you to him, lips against your forehead and whispered "I love you's" as you drift into sleep.