A/N:Just a warning, so I don't get crap about it- this chapter is a lemon and contains mature material. Therefore, if you do not want to read anything that entails do NOT read this chapter. If this is the chapter you have been waiting for, please proceed. :)


"Thank God," Sebastian sighed as Claude closed their front door for the final time that evening. "I thought all those people would never leave."

"You invited them," Claude reminded him with a smirk. Sebastian pulled him into his arms and kissed him, still grinning. "Thank you, though, for planning everything." Sebastian released him, and Claude sighed, looking around at the mess that he once called his living room. "I suppose I should clean up," he muttered under his breath.

"Oh, no you don't," Sebastian said, taking him by the hand. "It's your birthday, so you're not cleaning anything." They stopped in front of the bathroom door. "I'll take care of it. You just… take a shower or something."

Claude laughed, but didn't protest as Sebastian shoved him into the bathroom. The silence that greeted him was nice. He hadn't really had a moment to himself for the last few days. He undressed quickly and eagerly clambered into the shower, letting the warm water trickle down his body. He was relaxed and, for the first time in a long while, truly happy. Sure, the road to happiness hadn't exactly been the most pleasant journey. But he was happy at last, which made everything all worth it. His life had never exactly worked out perfectly anyway.

Claude kept his shower short. His weariness was quickly catching up to him and his warm bed seemed more and more appealing. He slipped silently into his room, dressing into sweats and a t-shirt. He shuffled back into the living room a small smile spreading across his face when he noted that Sebastian had cleaned the room satisfactorily. He turned back down the hallway still grinning like an idiot and poked his head into Sebastian's dimly lit room.

"The living room looks-" Claude began to compliment, but Sebastian's lips stopped him. Claude made no further attempts at conversation, returning Sebastian's kisses. He was acutely aware of being pulled into the room and hearing the door shut with a soft click. Mostly he was aware of Sebastian. Just Sebastian.

Sebastian's hands made their way from Claude's damp hair, slowly down his back. He pulled Claude's shirt off, his own following soon after. His lips trailed hungrily down Claude's neck to his shoulder. Claude suddenly found himself sitting on Sebastian's bed, Sebastian still standing above him. As Sebastian pulled him in for another kiss, Claude's hands moved of their own volition and became occupied with the task of removing Sebastian's jeans. They fell to the floor with a satisfying thump.

Claude had seen Sebastian scantily clothed many times before, but this time somehow seemed different. It was as though his eyes were seeing Sebastian for the first time. He was beautiful. He stood, removing his own pants, feeling self-conscious for a moment. He felt the heat rush to his cheeks as Sebastian's eyes wandered along his body.

Sebastian pulled him closer, and guided him softly back to the bed. He kissed Claude's cheek.

"I stole a little something from your room," he grinned mischievously, pulling a tube seemingly out of thin air.

"You went into my room?" Claude asked, in mock shock.

"Yeah," Sebastian smiled, "And I read your diary, too," he joked. Sebastian's slight weight on top of Claude's frame was oddly comfortable, as though Sebastian was a part of him. He was showered with several more kisses, his brain still slightly fuzzy. He had wanted this so badly- had wanted Sebastian so badly- it was hard to believe that any of this was actually happening at all. Yet, at the same time, Claude wasn't really sure what he was doing. He was nervous. What if- when the time came- he froze? What if he did something wrong? He didn't want to disappoint Sebastian- he wanted everything to be perfect. Mentally, he was punching himself. Nothing was going to be perfect. Not this, not a relationship with Sebastian, none of the future events in his life. That was just the way things worked. But, still, he was so scared. He knew his own inhibitions and fears were only making things harder, yet he couldn't quite crush them.

Sebastian, however, seemed completely calm- letting his kisses wander from Claude's lips once more. They trailed down to his collarbone, down his chest, and down his stomach. Claude was quivering uncontrollably. Sebastian's kisses stopped.

"What's wrong?" he purred softly.

"Nothing," Claude smiled with a nervous laugh. "I'm fine."

"You're not fine, you're shaking like crazy," Sebastian laughed, sitting up. "You've never done this before, have you?" he asked with a mischievous grin. "You're nervous."

"No," Claude said, trying to laugh off the accusation. Sebastian gave him a disbelieving look. "Okay, fine," Claude sighed, sitting up as well. "So I haven't slept with anyone before. You're really surprised by that?" He asked. Sebastian shrugged, pausing for a moment.

"I guess I am a little," he smiled, nudging Claude with his elbow. "You've really never done this?"

"No, I haven't!" Claude said, feeling increasingly more nervous. He tried to calm his breathing, stop his limbs from shaking, but nothing he did mattered. He was just a frightened, quivering ball of flesh. He sighed and rested his head on Sebastian's shoulder. "I'm sorry," he whispered, gently kissing Sebastian's shoulder. "This isn't really how I wanted this to go."

There was a beat of silence between the two, Claude growing increasingly jittery. Sebastian wouldn't change his mind about things, would he? He wouldn't love him less because he was too nervous? Claude wanted to be with Sebastian. He wasn't sure why he was reacting this way. Sure, he was nervous as hell, but he figured his nerves would go away, not get worse.

Sebastian laughed lightly and kissed the top of Claude's head. "I love you," he said softly, causing Claude's head to snap up. "Did you know that?"

"You love me?" Claude asked, looking up at Sebastian. His scarlet eyes were sincere. He put a hand on the side of Claude's face, gently kissing his forehead.

"Yeah," he laughed lightly. "I do. And I don't want you to feel like you have to do this, okay? This isn't something that should happen until you're ready."

"No," Claude breathed. "I-I want this." He bit his lip nervously. "I've waited too long for this, you know?" He laughed a little, but his nerves didn't really disappear. Sebastian kissed him gently, wrapping his arms around Claude's waist. His kisses, gentle and soft, trailed from Claude's neck to his shoulders. Sebastian's touch gave him pleasant chills. Butterflies. Claude breathed in sharply. He was nervous- but things weren't all about him anymore. Sebastian had the guts to come forward and tell Claude his true feelings- which wasn't something that Claude had been willing to do. For years, Claude knew what he wanted. He wasn't about to back away when it was here in front of him. He couldn't. "I'm done waiting," he whispered. He fumbled, grabbing for the lubricant that Sebastian had so tactfully stolen from him. He let the solution spill onto his hand, before taking Sebastian. He could hear Sebastian's breath catch in his throat for at their sudden contact, and felt the smile in his lover's kisses- which gave Claude a small boost of confidence that he did not have previously.

He took his time, gently working his hands- listening for signs that he was doing things right. Whether he was or wasn't, Sebastian was pleased. His breathing was sporadic and he was frantically lacing Claude's neck with soft kisses. As he worked, Claude could feel Sebastian changing- emotionally, it was Sebastian's turn to be timid; but physically he wasn't holding back.

Claude lay on his stomach, Sebastian's fingers lacing gently through his.

"I've waited, too," Sebastian whispered, planting a soft kiss on the edge of Claude's ears. His grip on Claude's hands tightened slightly, though he continued to lace Claude's body with kisses. Sebastian paused before doing anything further, as though waiting for a sign from Claude. Claude's heart had flown up into this throat, preventing him from verbally communicating anything. He was still nervous, but he had never wanted Sebastian so badly before this moment. He let out a sound that was something between a soft moan and a whimper, and closed his eyes. Sebastian, receiving no protest, slid slowly inside his lover.

The feeling was indescribable. It was painful, yet this closeness with Sebastian was desirable. Claude's fists tightened, his breathing became increasingly more ragged. Sebastian laced him with more kisses as he continued to work, his own excitement and nerves starting to show. As he moved, he elicited another soft whimper from his lover. As Sebastian continued to weave in and out, Claude's entire being was filled with fire. It was a pleasant burning, seemingly replacing all of his jitters. He was no longer the nervous wreck he had been mere minutes ago. He was simply consumed by his love and desire for Sebastian.

When Sebastian left, Claude felt like he could breathe again, yet, at the same time, it felt like a part of him was missing. He desired to feel that closeness with Sebastian once more, yet he was exhausted. Sebastian was lying beside him, quite still, except for the rapid rise and fall of his chest. Claude scooted closer, laying his head on Sebastian's chest and wrapping an arm around his waist. Sebastian kissed the top of Claude's head.

"There," Sebastian sighed. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"It was alright," Claude laughed, sarcastically. "There wasn't any reason to be nervous, anyway," he added, reassuring himself as well as Sebastian. "I felt like an idiot, with you being so calm about everything."

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous," Sebastian sighed. "When you're with someone you care a lot about, you get nervous. Looking back, you've made me nervous a lot," he laughed lightly. Claude sat and kissed the tip of Sebastian's nose.

"Well it all turned out to be worth it in the end," he said softly. Sebastian pulled him in for another gentle kiss. Claude smiled and settled back down, Sebastian's chest serving as his pillow. The two of them lay entwined in each other in the comfortable dark of silence. Claude was happy. Of course "happy" didn't even begin to describe his feelings, but it was the best he could do. After all of his perceived suffering, his journey to happiness seemed laughable. It was a story he would be proud to tell.

As the minutes wore on, he could feel his eyelids drooping as the peace of sleep began to overtake him. Judging by the rate of Sebastian's breathing, he was in the same situation. Claude succumbed to his desire for sleep, allowing his eyes to close and the moment to end. Before he fell asleep, he heard Sebastian whisper his name softly. Claude fell asleep with a smile across his lips, and the reassurance that everything was going to be all right.


A/N:Well... there is the moment you've been waiting for! Hope I didn't let you down too bad. In case you didn't notice, really honestly had no idea how to write one of these things, and googling tips was kinda awkward. But in my research experience, I found a line that really stuck out to me: "Sex without emotion is just porn." And while I know there are people out there who don't mind that PWP stuff (no hate!), I figured emotionally charging this scene would make it more meaningful\ relate-able and fit the dynamic of the story better. So lemme know how I did? There will be a few more chappies in conclusion, so stick around for that, but mostly keep an eye out for a short sequel I plan to write (maybe?).

I'm really sorry this took so long to post! You guys are so incredibly patient with me, and you leave reviews that always make me smile and feel wonderful! I just... I love you guys. Thank you so much! :)