Autor's Note: This chapter was done before Christmas, I intended to post it but I couldn't get into my account so consider this a late Christmas Preasent. Sorry Guys. FF.N just wans't working. Anyway I doubt many of you will complain. Thank you for all of your reviews by the way. I hope you are all safe.

Chapter 39: Gentle Hands

Sebastian chuckled as he picked up his knife bag, he couldn't believe that Claude had purchased everything he was wearing and told him to not worry about the cost. He loved the feeling of the soft fabrics against his skin, especially the silk briefs. Although he wasn't happy about the interview the rest of the day seemed to float smoothly. He hummed as he waited for Claude to finish slipping into his own jacket. He watched Claude's powerful shoulders move with grace as he slipped his arms through the sleeves of his jacket. A smile curled Sebastian's lips as the chef gently picked up his knives and carried the black case protectively. Large hands sifted through one of Claude's pockets to pull out the keys to close the kitchen. On a small key ring with a C engraved on it was the key. "Shall we?" he asked after a moment. The fires in the ovens had long been put out and the ovens were cold. The kitchen was slowly drifting to sleep for the night; it was a stillness which oddly Sebastian found soothing after a long day. Claude smiled as he opened the door for Sebastian, "Your dish was wonderful," commented Sebastian as the Head Chef punched a code into the alarm system and proceeded to stepping outside the restaurant and closed the doors. The key in his hand twisted in the lock, "Thank you," he replied after a moment of hesitation.

Claude's car was parked where it always was, at the end of the street in a parking lot surrounded by a tall fence, and yet it seemed so very far away. "Venison? That was an interesting decision," Sebastian continued, he couldn't seem to calm his nerves he knew what was going to happen, his body had experienced sex so many times, and yet he was nervous. This was the first time he was in control, that he could decide whether or not to hold Claude or push him away. "My father hates the stuff," Claude replied with a smirk and a chuckle. Sebastian gaped at the man, "Then why the hell did you serve it?" asked Sebastian in confusion. He always strived to serve people a dish he thought they would like based on what they seemed to enjoy, yet Claude had managed to break this. Not only did the dish cut against the grain in presentation and concept, but he had severed the customer the one thing the man hated, venison. "To prove a point," Claude replied as he slipped one hand into his pocket, while the other hung at his side freely. Sebastian stared at him, he still didn't get it, however it was taking everything he had to not grab the man's hand.

Claude hummed as he looked over at Sebastian, his golden eyes were filled with joy and a certain fire which Sebastian could only assume was from discussing his triumph earlier that evening. "My father is convinced that first impressions are everything and judges people long before they get a chance to introduce themselves," he stated simply, "he had a bad experience with the meat and I wanted to prove that it wasn't what he thought." Sebastian chuckled, it was practically the same thing he was trying to prove, it was slightly ironic that they were working on showing the man the fault in his ways, specifically with one aspect of them. "What?" asked Claude in confusion. Sebastian hummed and looked at the chef, "I was trying to get him to see that you are different on the inside, despite your appearance, you are more than capable of running a kitchen and are talented," he commented with a grin.

Claude shook his head and chuckled, "Perhaps we really do think on the same wave length," he mused. Sebastian loved the sound of Claude's laughter, it was light and made him relax, he honestly hoped that he would hear more of them. Without thinking Sebastian slowly wrapped his fingers around the hand at Claude's side and smiled, it was large, and slightly cold yet it belonged to such a warm heart. Claude gently squeezed his hand and whispered, "I haven't done any of this in a while." Sebastian looked up to see a bright blush cover the Head Chef's cheeks, his other hand adjusted his glasses nervously. Sebastian was about to ask what when he realized what the man meant, dating, sex, romance he honestly hadn't done any of it in years. "It's okay," whispered Sebastian, "I don't have a lot of experience in that. Personally I think I'm lucky that you even look at me."

The golden eyed chef stopped abruptly and looked at Sebastian, they were standing under a street lamp, one of the few things which was providing light in the dark. Sebastian stiffened, afraid that he had irritated Claude and that the man would simply push him away. "Why?" he asked softly as his free hand touched Sebastian's cheek. His touch was light and tender as he did so, and the Pậtissier found himself leaning into the touch before replying, "You know how dirty I am, and you still want me," he replied softly, his voice was so low that part of him hoped that Claude hadn't heard him.

The Head Chef gently stroked Sebastian's cheek with his thumb and shook his head, "No, you're perfect," he whispered. Sebastian was stunned, he always thought himself to be dirty and yet this man was telling him he wasn't. "You aren't dirty, you were subjected to a horrible thing, and you deserve love," Claude stated as he drew closer. Sebastian stepped away and found his back pressed against the cold metal lamp post, while Claude advanced. As the chef drew closer he could feel his heart pick up pace, the light from the bulbs above casted shadows on the wall near by. "I love you," Claude breathed. Golden eyes glowed in the light and his pale face looked even more heavenly in the light, even though the world was filled with shadows, he had an angel there and a small speck of light. His angel. Sebastian's eyes softened, they were a breath away from one another. Soft lips brushed against the Pậtissier's they were gentle, and nothing like the kiss they had shared that evening, soft and sweet. Sebastian's eyes fluttered closed as he wrapped his arms around Claude and opened his mouth to allow Claude in. This man would be his undoing, and yet he allowed it, he allowed Claude to make a mess of him, knowing full well that he would be cherished. His knees were going weak and oddly the fact that he was now pressed against the lamp post seemed to be the only thing allowing him to stay standing. His head became fuzzy as he carded his fingers through Claude's hair. They really did feel like pieces of a puzzle.

After a moment they pulled apart, Sebastian smiled as he looked at a wall near by, there they were in silhouette, pressed together holding one another, afraid to let go. His chest was heaving, of course he was nervous, but at the same time he was calm and felt safe in those arms, the ones which had kept the nightmares at bay. "You are so beautiful," whispered Claude before he touched his forehead to Sebastian's. Time seemed to slow as they pulled apart and Claude slipped his fingers around Sebastian's and cradled the man's hand. Sebastian smiled a little, it was as if the man could read his mind. The rest of the walk to the car and the drive to the apartment was quiet, and Sebastian couldn't seem to slow his heart beat. He was so very nervous, he was finally going to spend time with the man he loved, they had walked by one another so many times, and finally they would hold each other tightly and not let go. He wanted to get lost with this man, Sebastian didn't understand it, he was always afraid of men and now he wanted to be held by this one. Sebastian's eyes drifted over to the steering wheel, those hands, Claude's hands. He had been watching them for so long as they caressed tomatoes, grasped knives and caressed wine glasses. Sebastian suppressed a growl as he imagined how those fingers would feel caressing his skin, how their slightly calloused pads would feel on his chest and thighs.

Red eyes slowly drifted up Claude's arms, they were powerful, and yet so caring and gentle. Sebastian hummed as he continued looking at the man, every inch of Claude was driving his imagination wild. He could remember the man's beautifully sculpted chest and washboard abs from the morning he had woken beside him. A blush crept up Sebastian's cheeks and he hummed, he could remember how his muscles rippled beneath his lightly tanned skin as he stretched. His hair when it wasn't tamed after he had woken, it was wild, beautiful and all Sebastian wanted to do was run his fingers through it. Sebastian slowly looked at Claude's eyes, they were fierce and honestly even more so without glasses, bold golden orbs that seemed to peer into the darkness and see everything with total clarity. They were the eyes of a leader and a demon, the man who wouldn't be turned away and didn't back down. Claude's eyes were able to see past all of Sebastian's defenses and masks and still love him. He could imagine how intense they must have been when Claude was enjoying himself, that fierce gaze which held a hint of longing and warmth, it was enough to make Sebastian feel dizzy. Then there were the man's lips, Sebastian felt his body grow even warmer as he looked at them.

Those lips were always curved in a sensual smirk, a knowing one which drove him nuts, it was as though the man knew the secrets of the universe yet didn't say anything. They were soft and warm one moment and searing and demanding the next. They could kindle a fire in the Pậtissier in seconds and Sebastian could only wonder what those lips felt like on his skin. He could remember envying the spoon which the man slipped between them as he ate the ice cream. How they caressed the back of the spoon and the tug at the corner of them as he purred with delight. Even when Claude's tongue darted out from between them and caressed each of his long fingers to lap up every drop of the sweet treat, Sebastian couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to have them on his body. To feel the man tease him with his tongue and bite him, Sebastian blushed even darker and looked away, he could feel his pants tighten as he thought about the man looming over him in bed. Francis was revolting but Claude was anything but.

The Jaguar slowed down as they approached his apartment building, he looked out the window as Claude pulled into the parking garage and took his usual spot. There was silence in the car for a moment as Claude pulled the keys from the ignition, "Don't forget your knives, it'll be a bit nippy tonight," Claude said smoothly before slipping out of the car. Even the way Claude moved drove the chef insane, every movement was elegant and graceful. Even when his speech was abrasive Claude was still as smooth as silk in movement. He hummed as he followed Claude, he knew the man had held a number of men and yet he didn't care what number he was. All he wanted was to be treasured, and Claude seemed very keen on doing so.

Sebastian stood beside Claude in the lift and watched as the floors seemed to crawl by. Claude's flat was the penthouse, it was gorgeous but the distance seemed centuries away. Sebastian felt something warm on his hand, he looked down to see Claude holding his hand, and gently rubbing his thumb across the back of it. It was a soothing action, and yet at the same time made his heart pound and a tingle travel through him. It was torture watching the floors go by until they finally reached the penthouse. Now all that remained was the threshold and the path to the bedroom. Claude opened the door for Sebastian and smiled as the Pậtissier slipped off his shoes. The apartment was as he remembered, and Nightshade immediately ran to him. Sebastian grinned before reaching down and picking up the cat. Claude chuckled and commented, "She missed you, she seems to like you quite a bit." Sebastian ran his fingers through her fur and began to wander into the living room, it was a familiar sight now.

"Would you like something to drink? A little wine perhaps?" Claude offered as he walked into his kitchen and began to open his wine cooler, clearly William had given him advice, it was top of the line and from what Sebastian could tell it was perfectly set up. "A glass would be nice," Sebastian replied. Claude hummed in reply and Sebastian listened to the cork leaving a bottle. He had a feeling that the glass would help him relax just a touch. He gently placed Nightshade on the sofa and moved over to the counter where Claude had a glass of wine waiting for him. "It's a full bodied merlot," commented Claude, "Or at least that's what William claims." Sebastian chuckled as he listened to Claude, he was honestly curious just how long they had known one another. "William and I were friends while I was studying in college, we were paired for a project. I had to take a basics in wine, it was required and William was my partner," Claude said smoothly, it was as though the man could hear Sebastian's thoughts, which oddly didn't bother the chef. Sebastian looked at Claude curiously, "We kept contact after that," he said simply. Sebastian nodded before taking a sip of the merlot and smiled, he loved the way it danced on his tongue. He paused and looked up into a pair of glistening golden eyes. "Like it?" asked Claude with a smirk. Sebastian was caught off guard, he didn't think the man was that close. "It's really good," he replied nervously, a blush swept across his cheeks as he thought about how close Claude was.

A smile curved the man's sinful lips, Sebastian felt a tingle run through him as he fidgeted under the man's gaze. Part of him wondered what the wine tasted like on Claude's lips, the other part was too nervous to even try. Claude took another sip and closed his eyes. Sebastian quickly bolstered his confidence, it was now or never. Without warning Sebastian pressed his lips against Claude's. His head swam as he felt his tongue plunge into the chef's mouth, that sweet and full bodied merlot danced on his tongue as Sebastian caressed Claude's with his own. Their lips clashed as Sebastian leaned over and placed his glass on the table, all the while his hands were tugging at Claude's shirt, begging for it be removed. Crimson orbs fluttered closed as he felt Claude's perfect, hot and sweet lips sweep over his own. A growl emanated from the other man as Claude's hands slipped under Sebastian's clothing, searching for even the smallest trace of skin. His hands skimmed over Sebastian's skin affectionately as though they were holding a glass, they were gentle yet firm, a contradiction which made Sebastian even more defenseless. Claude's threaded his fingers through Sebastian's hair, tugging on it slightly as he took control. It wasn't until he heard another tap that Sebastian realized that Claude had placed his glass on the table as well. Claude's hand cradled the back of the Pậtissier's skull, crushing them together as his lips moved even more aggressively, it were as though Claude were starving and was finally going to be sated.

Sebastian felt a one of Claude's hands slide dangerously lower, and he trembled, he wasn't sure which was going to be his undoing, the man's tongue or his hands. "I'm afraid we can't continue like this," hummed Claude, his lips were just a breath from Sebastian's ear, his voice sent a shiver of pure pleasure through him. Sebastian whined, he couldn't take this chef, he had been teasing him for months and now he just wanted to back away. "You're overdressed," replied Claude before he nipped Sebastian's ear. The Pậtissier yelped and moaned loudly as he felt Claude's hot tongue slip over the rim of his ear and the bit which he had received. "I think we can fix that though," Claude commented, his voice was dark and filled with both lust and mischief. Sebastian stared at the man, his eyes were filled with a playful spark, one which made Sebastian smile. He felt as though the man were looking at him like a gift, one that he could enjoy unwrapping.

"So beautiful," whispered Claude huskily as he slipped the blazer off of Sebastian. Claude's fingers brushed against the tender skin on the back of Sebastian's neck, causing the man to moan wantonly. Claude's gentle fingers caressed his skin and brushed against his neck and chest as Claude slipped Sebastian out of blazer, once it was gone he threw it onto a stool. Sebastian's His eyes closed and he felt himself purr with delight, every touch was nothing like the ones from Francis. A smile curved his lips as he felt Claude's fingers worship him, they descended lower and lower until he felt them brush against the tender skin under the waistband of his pants. Sebastian's eyes widened and he gasped before he began to tremble. His body shook and he whimpered as images of sausage like fingers tearing away what little pride had remained, striping away what was left of his heart. The world was spinning and Sebastian began to feel it closing around him, "Sebastian," called a voice. The Pậtissier paused and looked into a pair of golden eyes, "Stay with me," begged Claude.

Crimson orbs flickered as he stared at Claude, his expression was terrified and honestly scared. Large warm and gentle hands cradled Sebastian's face, "Look at me," a velvety voice begged. The Pậtissier felt as though he were drowning as his mind was flooded by the blood curdling and revolting touches which Francis had bestowed upon him. Each of them made his skin crawl and the pain returned. "Sebastian," the voice called once again, slowly drawing the chef out of his dream like so that he was staring into the concerned eyes of the man who promised to never hurt him. "Sebastian," it called once again, and the Pậtissier blinked twice, sweeping the images away from him. "Hm?" he asked as he looked up at the Head Chef.

Claude relaxed and held the Pậtissier close for a moment, "Please, don't do that," whispered Claude, he sounded like a terrified child. A boy who had been caught in a thunderstorm, "I would never hurt you." Sebastian felt those same hands rub soothing circles into his back, "Never," he reiterated. Sebastian tentatively returned the hug, it felt nice to be held by someone who loved him as a person and not a toy. "I will always love you," Claude said slowly, "I want to show you that, I want to hold you." The man gave Sebastian a squeeze it was as though he were terrified the chef would vanish into thin air. "I haven't done this kind of thing in a while," said Sebastian softly, "At least not of my free will." The Head Chef stiffened and crushed Sebastian to his chest in a protective fashion. It was as though the man were claiming Sebastian as his and his alone, the idea made the Pậtissier's heart flutter. "I know," replied Claude as he pulled back to look directly into Sebastian's eyes, "I will be gentle and take it slow. If you become afraid look up and I will be there. If you are even more upset then call for me and I will reply," Claude stated, "I just want to hold you."

Sebastian mulled over those words in his mind, knowing full wall that there would be no one else offering what he had. "Okay," replied Sebastian, "Slowly." Claude simply nodded and guided Sebastian into his room. Sebastian looked at the familiar bed, the same plum sheets were there, however there was a beautiful golden tree that had been woven into it. His eyes widened as he looked at the beautiful duvet cover. Claude slipped out of his jacket and then removed his shoes before taking a seat on the bed. He patted the bed beside him and waited for Sebastian, it was a kind gesture which Sebastian appreciated, it gave him a moment to summon his confidence. Sebastian slipped his own shoes off and perched on the edge of the bed beside Claude, he felt it dip slightly as Claude shifted, turning himself so he could look at Sebastian. A small encouraging smile curved the man's lips as he gently lopped an arm around Sebastian's shoulders and pulled him into his muscular chest. Claude kissed the top of Sebastian's head and the Pậtissier felt a gentle warmth envelope him, it was like a blanket protecting him from the evils of the world.

Claude slowly slipped a hand under Sebastian's shirt and placed it over Sebastian's heart. He could feel Claude's warm skin against his own, those hands the ones which had held knives with ease and caught him before he fell, Claude's hands. Sebastian could feel Claude's excitement through them, they were warm affectionate and seemed to tremble a little. "You're nervous?" asked Sebastian curiously. Claude chuckled sheepishly and replied, "Of course, I love you and I don't want to hurt you." Red eyes widened as he looked at the chef in confusion, "I'm so in love with you, I've been nuts about you," Claude said as pink tinted his cheeks. A chuckle left the raven haired chef, "I want you, so badly," Claude continued which made Sebastian fall silent as Claude's hands slipped down his chest, leaving a fire under his skin in his wake. It was wonderful and intoxicating, "Don't close your eyes," whispered Claude into Sebastian's ear, his voice sending waves of excitement through Sebastian. One of Claude's hands gently wrapped around Sebastian's and led it to his chest, he had long removed his tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. Sebastian's eyes widened as he felt Claude's powerful, smooth and flawless chest under his fingers. He could feel the gentle rhythm of Claude's heart just beneath his fingers, his skin was soft to the touch, inviting and comforting. "Touch me, feel my warmth," Claude instructed as he pulled away from the Pậtissier and held Sebastian's hand to his chest, his palm placed on the back of it, treasuring the feeling of being together. "Hear my voice," he continued as he gazed into Sebastian's eyes, his hair was a mess and Sebastian lifted his free hand to remove the man's glasses. He slipped his fingers around them and gently lifted them off the Head Chef's nose. Claude smiled softly, his eyes seemed even more beautiful without the rectangular glass frames getting in the way. The Pậtissier placed the frames on the table and Claude continued, "If even then you are still afraid," Sebastian's eyes fell on the Pậtissier, "Call my name." Claude's free hand gently caressed Sebastian's face, the other still held the man's hand to his chest. "And I'll come deeper inside of you," Claude whispered firmly as he ran his fingers over the back of Sebastian's hand.

Sebastian stared for a moment, Claude was promising him to be gentle, tender and worship him. To be loved, caressed and kissed till his lips were swollen and he was filled with warmth from the man who pledged his heart to him. "Sebastian," Claude breathed as he smiled and pressed his lips to Sebastian's locking them in a kiss. Sebastian finally let his guard down completely and gripped the front of the man's shirt with desperation. He needed Claude; he needed to feel the man. He smiled softly and whispered, "Take me?" Claude grinned as he slipped Sebastian's shirt over his head, revealing Sebastian's scared but beautiful chest. "Always," he replied with a smile as he kissed Sebastian's jaw and slipped his hands over his chest. Claude's lips were sweet and tender against Sebastian chin, there was a thin layer of stubble on it. His fingers swept up the man's chest to his neck. Claude smiled against Sebastian's skin and hummed as he placed several sweet kisses down that column of pale skin. Sebastian moaned as he felt the man nip him and then run his tongue over the spot. His fingers ran through Claude's hair as he felt Claude's hands caress his skin, slowly descending lower, in order to avoid spooking the Pậtissier. "Claude," Sebastian called before hissing, the man's tongue slipped over Sebastian's collar bone before white teeth sank themselves into the tender skin. "Sebastian," Claude replied sweetly, the sound of his voice sent tingles through the Pậtissier.

Fire, it was spreading every where, uncontrolled, unpredicted and driving him insane. The only common cause were Claude's hands, they were soothing and infatuating at the same time. The fire had spread to the Pậtissier's belly as he felt the man's hands grow dangerously lower and began to unfasten his belt. Crimson orbs widened in a panic as Sebastian frantically called, "Claude?" There was a gently hum before a pair of lips met his and Claude paused, "Sebastian, you're safe with me," he whispered. Sebastian stared at the chef as he paused, suddenly Sebastian felt something warm press him into the bed, it felt better than Claude's touches. The scent of woods and spices enveloped the chef as he felt the hard and warm body of the man above him. He was about to panic when Claude whispered, "Shh, I'm here Sebastian, listen to my voice," he directed. Sebastian felt Claude's forehead against his own, at some point the chef's eyes had closed, "Open your eyes," coaxed Claude. Sebastian hesitantly opened them and stared into a pair of intense golden eyes. "Now breath," he directed, Sebastian smiled sheepishly as he drew a deep breath, some how it was even more soothing to fall into time with Claude. "Okay?" asked the Head Chef softly, his breath tickled Sebastian's lips making him smile. "Yes," Sebastian replied softly.

A sweet and tender smile swept across the man's features, the light and warmth which had been zapped from his eyes returned as the Head Chef slowly continued his path down the Chef's body once more. Sebastian kept his eyes open as Claude said and stared at the man who was boldly exploring every curve of his body. His eyes widened as he watched Claude place a kiss above his nipple before running his tongue around it. Sebastian gasped with pleasure as his body tensed in reply. Claude's toned and trained tongue was running rings around the now hardening bud and the chef whimpered with desire. His eyes fell on the man who was on top of him, his black hair was a mess from the amount of tugging Sebastian had done to it. Gone was the carefully composed and reserved Claude Faustus, this man was starving for love and lust was in his eyes, yet that same affection never left him. He looked like an animal who was starving for love, it was an odd sight as he watched the chef take one of his nipples in his mouth, it was hot, wet and he could feel the man's lips on his skin. "Oh god," moaned Sebastian as he felt one of Claude's hands caress up his side and slide over his chest to rubble his other nipple. Hooded golden eyes held a predatory glint as he began tearing the chef's barriers down. Sebastian felt his body tensed as Claude tugged on the tender flesh between his lips with his teeth. The sheer act of those pearl white teeth grazing Sebastian's nipple made his chest rise off the bed. No one worshiped him like this, no one was this through. Claude released the bud before turning his attention to the one which had been slightly neglected by his ministrations. A moan was released from the raven's lips as he called for Claude, only to hear the man say his name tenderly.

He felt as though Claude had woken something in him, Claude's lips traveled down his abdomen, his hand ghosted down Sebastian's sides, it were as though he were committing every curve, every scar, every detail to memory. Sebastian felt Claude's fingers trace his scars from across his chest. Angela's riding crop had done a bit of damage; Sebastian would have pulled away if it weren't for the look of determination in Claude's eyes. It seemed as if Claude was attempting to make them vanish with a tender touch and a kiss. Each scar he felt the chef's tongue slide down it before placing a kiss in the middle. Those long white fingers slipped down every single one of them, to ensure that they were sealed and that Sebastian was whole, that his soul was still safe inside his body. Sebastian watched the chef attempt to heal all his wounds, both old and new, "Claude," Sebastian whispered as he ran his fingers through the man's silky black hair. "Sebastian," replied Claude softly his voice was strong and yet tender, just above a whisper. Claude's tone was filled with desire and affection; it made Sebastian's head spin just how gentle this man was. He didn't think he deserved him and yet part of him told him that he did.

Claude placed a hand on top of the buckle of Sebastian's pants and looked up, a silent question was in his eyes, one in which Sebastian knew the reply. The raven nodded, only for the spider to smile and slowly unbuckle the brown leather belt which had circled his waist. Sebastian lifted his midsection so Claude could pull the long leather belt away, vaguely Sebastian could hear it fall to the floor. He sat up on his elbows and looked at the beautiful back and face of the chef who was crouched over his groin. A hand was placed tenderly on the inside of his leg, a warning and question as to if Sebastian wanted to stop. "Claude, please, hold me," begged Sebastian, he was being driven wild by the man. His erection was becoming painful in his jeans and he could tell that the fabric was straining to contain his excitement. The Spider's fingers deftly unbuttoned the Raven's jeans and the Raven lifted his lower body so that the man could remove his jeans. He could feel Claude's gaze sweep over his body, taking him in inch by inch. It was an exciting feeling. The cool air of the room nipped at Sebastian's lower body as he felt his jeans pulled away, he was laying in a pair of black silk boxers, Claude's fingers were already teasing the waistband of them. "No fair," moaned Sebastian as he felt the Chef palm his boxer clad erection.

Claude quirked a brow at this and hummed, "What?" he asked curiously, his eyes were filled with confusion as his face twisted into one showing concern. Sebastian suddenly realized what he said and chuckled, "You, now you're overdressed," he replied as he gestured to Claude's pants. A smirk curled Claude's lips as he shook his head, "Oh, am I?" he asked as he slowly slipped his fingers below the waistband of Sebastian's boxers and swept across the skin beneath them. Sebastian closed his eyes and threw his head back as he moaned, "Yes," he gasped. Claude was grinning playfully as he replied, "I haven't noticed." Sebastian paused, he hadn't heard Claude's humor in a while, ever since the competitions had started he saw very little of it. "I like this side of you," Sebastian commented out of the blue. Claude looked at the Raven in confusion and tilted his head to the side.

Sebastian stared at the man's beautifully sculpted chest, he looked as though he had a washboard for abs, and a pair of powerful biceps. The man was honestly a work of art, he had muscles and flawless skin, pale white and smooth. "Your humor, you should express it more," he commented. Claude chuckled as he unbuttoned his own dress slacks, "And here I thought you liked my looks," he commented, Sebastian heard the zipper of the man's fly after those words and blushed a little. "I like that too," he mumbled, at first he didn't think the chef heard him until he noticed the look of triumph on Claude's face. Sebastian felt Claude's fingers tug at his waistband, Sebastian was about to lift his hips when Claude pressed a kiss to the skin just above them. He moaned loudly and arched his back, the man was so close and yet so far away from his desires. It was frustrating. Soft lips pressed again and again at the skin just above Sebastian's boxers as a hand slipped up the inside of his thigh, agonizingly slowly, it was tantalizing and made the chef's body tighten with pleasure. His head was clouded as Claude's fingers rubbed small circles on the sensitive flesh on the inside of his leg. "Oh god, Claude," he gasped as he felt the man's tongue trace his erection over his silk boxers. Those damn boxers were the only thing separated him from this insatiable man. "Sebastian," Claude replied making the man blush brightly and look into a pair of demanding golden orbs. Without a second thought Sebastian lifted his hips from bed and began sliding the boxers down his legs himself. Claude's eyes widened before he gently assisted the man.

Claude's hands rested on Sebastian's knees, the Pậtissier couldn't even remember when he had pressed them together. "Sebastian look at me," Claude directed, his hands were warm and gentle as they simply rested on Sebastian's knees, not once did the Spider attempt to pry them apart. Sebastian trembled nervously, he didn't want Claude to see. Francis never made him aroused, in fact there hadn't been a single person who made him hard, yet here was Claude. Claude had made his entire body feel as though it were being tossed into a fire, it was pleasurable, intoxicating and at the same time a little startling, he had given pleasure to others and always received pain. To receive pleasure like this was different, strange and unusual. "Sebastian," a deep voice called, it was like velvet being draped around his soul, "Sebastian," it breathed softly. He felt something soft and damp pressed against the inside of his shin. Crimson eyes widened as he looked at Claude, his soft and supple lips were pressed against his skin his fingers were gently cradling Sebastian's ankle as though it would break. "Claude," he breathed and watched the man smile, it was both dazzling and erotic. A sheen of sweat clung to Claude's skin, he was slightly flushed and his lips were parted and swollen from kissing, he could hear the man's harsh breathing from excitement. His hair was a mess, his eyes were hooded and filled with lust. Sebastian slowly parted his legs and looked away in embarrassment.

"What's the matter?" asked Claude curiously, "Sebastian?" The Pậtissier sighed as he placed an arm over his eyes and groaned. "I'm hard, I've never been hard, I couldn't get it up even when I wanted to," he whispered, "I thought you wouldn't want me since I'm dirty." There was silence, Sebastian began to wish that the bed would open up and swallow him. Seconds passed, it felt like hours before Sebastian felt a gentle hand lift his arm away, "Sebastian, I would be more insulted if you weren't hard," replied Claude as he chuckled, "Besides I'm not much better." Sebastian stared at the chef in confusion for a moment as Claude slipped off his boxers and showed the man his swollen member. Sebastian's eyes widened, it was standing tall and looked very thick. "I want you this way," whispered Claude, "You're so beautiful." Sebastian looked at Claude in confusion, he didn't see himself as beautiful, he couldn't. He was covered in scars, he was thin and had been forced to sleep with people. Yet, here Claude was telling him that he was beautiful.

Sebastian felt a pair of lips descend upon his throbbing member and he stared at Claude. "What?" he stammered as he felt the man take as much as he could into his mouth. "Sex is a beautiful act, it's about giving and receiving pleasure, to show the other person just how much they are loved," Claude said smoothly as his hand stroked Sebastian's member, causing the Pậtissier to gasp. Sebastian's eyes widened as he felt Claude's scorching hot mouth around him, it was smooth and wet, he could feel the man sucking on him and his irresistible tongue caress the most sensitive place on his body. "Claude," he cried as he felt the man take his entire length into his mouth, the pressure was unimaginable. Sebastian lost all thought at this point as his fingers entwined themselves in Claude's hair and he felt the man hum, waves of pleasure were crashing into him, chipping away his fears and giving way to pleasure. His mind was swimming as Claude ran his tongue up the string of his cock and then teased the slit with his tongue. "Hand me that bottle on the nightstand," Claude said softly as he held his hand out for it. Sebastian picked up the large bottle, it looked like a bottle of hand lotion. He was confused for a moment until he watched Claude open it with a snap. Claude held up two fingers and tipped the bottle upside down, something clear and rather sweet smelling fell out of the bottle and landed on his fingers. It smelt like confectioners sugar and looked like syrup, "Lube," Claude explained simply before shifting his finger in the air so that it was coated on all sides, "This will feel odd at first, it gets better," he explained as he gently ran his finger around the ring of muscle guarding Sebastian's entrance. The Pậtissier stared at the chef who was between his legs, he was gentle and tender he nodded in approval before Claude slipped his first finger inside of him. Sebastian bit his lip harshly, it hurt and felt wired, the sticky substance made it slick and yet he felt as though he were being invaded. "Relax Sebastian, the more you tense up, the more this will hurt," Claude stated softly as he added a second finger, Sebastian's hands knotted themselves in the sheets of the bed, he was clenching the fabric harshly as he felt the man's fingers stretch him. He hissed with discomfort and called, "Claude," his voice wavered.

"Shh, breath," Claude said as he began to dive deeper into the man, Sebastian whimpered with pain and was about to pull away when he felt a shock run through him, a concentrated dose of pleasure that made him see stars for a moment. He moaned loudly and arched his back, "W-What was that?" he panted. His chest was heaving as Claude hit that spot again, and soon enough three fingers were inside, gently massaging his insides, stroking that spot which made him see spots. "Your prostate, it delivers pleasure," Claude replied. Sebastian's hips bucked as he felt Claude thrust his fingers into him rapidly, the friction was driving him crazy and the assistance of the lube only made this more comfortable. "Fuck, mhm, Claude," Sebastian moaned as he practically reamed in the bed. Claude hummed, "Not yet Sebastian, you're still too tight," he replied gently before leaning over and taking the Pậtissier's length in his mouth. Sebastian's eyes widened as he arched his back, it bowed far off the bed as his voice ripped the air in two, his pleasure echoed off the walls as he felt the man drive him even further into the clutches of pleasure. Claude's lips, tongue, fingers, voice, scent, they were all driving him insane. He had no idea which was turning him on more, his mouth or fingers, both were driving him to the brink. Those skilled fingers were stretching him as wide as possible as the man's mouth took him for a ride. All he wanted was for Claude to fill him, he wanted to feel the chef thrust into him, it may have been sinful but at this point it didn't matter. What mattered was the man who was drowning him in pleasure.

"Claude," he whimpered as he felt his mind go numb, his member was throbbing and his entrance gripped Claude's fingers. He wanted something else, he wanted Claude. "Oh Sebastian," moaned Claude as he pulled away. Immediately crimson orbs looked up at the man who was lining himself up with Sebastian's entrance. It wasn't until then that Sebastian realized how large Claude was, he was long, thick and looked as though he hadn't jerked off in a while. "Whoa, will it?" asked Sebastian as he stared at the man's length, it was so much larger than his own. Claude chuckled as he reached for a condom, "That's why I stretched you," he commented. He took the packet in his teeth and was about to tear the foil packet open when Sebastian said boldly, "No, I want to feel you." Claude froze and placed the packet down on the bed, this shocked Sebastian and then he remembered the hospital, he probably had an STD test preformed, which didn't bother him since he wanted to know the same thing. Claude nodded as he reached for the lube once more and opened the bottle. "As you wish," he replied smoothly. Sebastian stared at the man's eyes as they fluttered closed, the lubricant was a little cold and he watched Claude's face twist with pleasure as he stroked his erection a few times to coat it. Claude lined himself up with Sebastian's entrance and asked, "Ready?"

"Yes," replied Sebastian. Claude nodded as he gently pressed his thick and hard length to Sebastian's entrance, the strong muscles at first refused to give in. Only to moments later allow the man to plunge further into the chef. Sebastian cried out as he felt tears sting his eyes, it hurt. It was very painful, Claude was massive compared to Francis, he didn't realize that until now. He felt as though he were being torn in two, "C-Claude," he whimpered as tears fell from his eyes, he felt as though someone had shoved a hot rod inside of him. A pair of lips were pressed to his forehead, "It's alright, I'm going to move, the pain will fade soon," Claude said simply as he slowly began to plunge further into the Pậtissier.

~~xXx~~

Claude practically growled when he entered the young man, Sebastian was tight, unbelievably tight. In fact, if he didn't know the man he would say that Sebastian had never had sex before. He couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to finally be one with the man. Yet, he could tell Sebastian was still afraid, he was trembling and tears were falling from his eyes. "It's alright, Sebastian," he said gently as he swept Sebastian's bangs away from his face. He noticed the Pậtissier was flushed, his skin had taken on a hue similar to a cherry blossom, his body was covered in a sheen of sweat and his length was begging to be touched. A halo of black hair surrounded his head on the plum colored pillow. "Sebastian, look at me," Claude instructed he couldn't take the chef's tightness; he wanted to move desperately, it was taking everything he had to restrain himself. His golden eyes watched the chef's chest move up and down rapidly, every muscle in Sebastian's body was tightening like a coil. Crimson eyes flickered open, they were filled with chaos, every possible emotion fluttered through them, lust, love, longing, fear, nervousness, and anxiety.

Claude placed a hand on Sebastian's face, he was gentle and swept his thumb over her cheek. "Sebastian, my love, please look at me," he instructed, "I am not and will not hurt you." He pressed his lips once again to the chef's head, "Slowly," whispered Sebastian, "Take me slowly." A smiled of delight curved Claude's lips as he slowly began to rock his hips. It took everything he had to not slam into the chef's tight body, his hands wrapped around Sebastian's hips as he moved, he loved the friction and how Sebastian's walls hugged him, squeezing him as though he would vanish if he let go. Sebastian's lips fell open as a moan filled the air, "What?" asked Sebastian after Claude had thrust further into the man. Claude grinned as he began to thrust into that spot harder than before, he watched Sebastian's body arch and him grip at the sheets beneath him. "Fuck, Claude," he hissed as Claude leaned over the Pậtissier, this sweet man who had been teasing him for months was finally his. He moved at a steady pace to ensure that he hit the man's prostate with every stroke and didn't scare the man.

Claude hissed as he felt Sebastian tilt his hips to meet Claude's, causing the Head Chef to plunge even deeper into the sweet Pậtissier. Delicious moans fell from Sebastian's red and swollen lips, they echoed in Claude's ears and were beautiful. "M-More," the raven begged as his arms shot up and he held his hands out for Claude. The Spider stared at his Raven before smiling and grabbing one of Sebastian's legs and angling himself to get even deeper, those slender arms wrapped around his neck as he felt Sebastian's other leg slip over his back, holding him even closer. They were tangled in a mess which only they knew how to free themselves from. A beautiful mess, one which Claude wanted to never end. "As you wish," he replied huskily before pulling back and ramming himself into the Pậtissier. Sebastian's head tipped back as he cried in pleasure. That was when the man lost it, every wall and limit was gone as Sebastian's sweet cry hummed in his ears, he had to hear it again. Claude picked up pace, the tension was unbearable, and he could feel Sebastian clinging to him as though he were his life line. Claude's golden eyes narrowed as he looked at Sebastian, his eyes were closed, his skin bright pink and his lips open in a perfect o, his head was tipped back revealing his beautiful neck. Claude spotted a bead of sweat traveling down it and smiled before lowering his head, his hair touched the chef's neck making the man tense. Claude grinned as he ran his tongue up the column and continued to thrust, "Claude," cried Sebastian in pleasure as the man sank his teeth into Sebastian's neck. He loved the sweetness of the crimson eyed chef's skin and the saltiness of his sweat.

"Sebastian," Claude replied as he borrowed even further into the chef, "I love you," Claude said as he picked up pace, he was so close. He wanted to burrow himself as deeply into the Pậtissier as he could, to ensure that Sebastian wouldn't forget him, and to leave a piece of himself behind. All that mattered was Sebastian' his lips, his touch, his moans, his love, all of those things were something Claude wanted to possess. "So," Sebastian gasped, "Good." Claude hummed as he thrust hard and fast into him, "God, Claude," he shouted as he gripped the head Chef. Claude sat up and Sebastian stared in confusion at him, "W-What-" he was cut off as Claude wrapped his hand around Sebastian's twitching member. Sebastian's head fell back as Claude began stroking the man in time with each thrust, his fingers traveling up and down that swollen length squeezing it gently. Sebastian's head tipped back as his fingers curled and he gripped the sheets, "Claude, so close," he cried as he reamed in the bed beneath Claude. It was a beautiful sight, pale skin against the rich plum sheets of his bed, this was where Sebastian belonged. "Me too," Claude panted, all that mattered was their pleasure as he flew higher and higher. Sebastian tightened around him and he watched as Sebastian cried out loudly, his back arched off the bed, his body spasmed, his eyes were wide and clouded, his lips open as his body shook. His white seed landed across his chest as every inch of tension was released.

Claude growled, "Sebastian," before finding his released inside of Sebastian's warmth. His body shook as he felt his mind go numb, before he even realized it he was lying limply on top of Sebastian, his length was still burrowed in the beautiful man beneath him. Fingers slipped into his hair and ran through it gently, he loved their light touch, and he hummed before opening his eyes. His ear was pressed against Sebastian's heart, causing the man's rapid heart beat to echo through his head. He could feel Sebastian's hot and slick skin against his own, his sticky essence clung to Claude's abdomen and he felt the man's chest rise and fall. There was silence in the room as he felt the grips of resolution take hold, and slowly his mind began to function once more. He had sex a number of times, with a number of people and yet, he had never found released of that intensity before, not once. It was incredible. He felt as though he belonged with this man and this man belonged to him. A wave of warmth wrapped around him like a soft old cashmere sweater, an inviting and safe feeling, which made him think of home. He wanted a home with this man, to come home to him. "That," panted Sebastian, "That is sex?" he asked. Claude chuckled and rolled to the side, he slowly pulled himself out of the chef as he did so and leaned on one of his elbows with one of his hands on Sebastian's chest. He noticed the slight wince Sebastian did after pulling out and smiled a little, he had a feeling it was from being suddenly empty. "No, that was making love," he replied as he wrapped his free hand in Sebastian's palm and brought it to his lips.

"Does it always feel that earth shattering?" he asked softly. Claude chuckled and shook his head, "No, that's the first time it has for me as well." He heard a beautiful chuckle from the Pậtissier who simply laid there; he could tell the man was exhausted. His eyes dropped a little and his movements were slow, Claude smiled as he watched the raven come back to earth. Sebastian shivered and Claude hummed before gently wrapping his arms around the man and pulling him close. He could feel the man's breathing beginning to even out, "Claude?" asked Sebastian, his voice was laced with exhaustion and Claude could tell that his Raven wouldn't be able to stay awake much longer. Claude hummed as the silk sheets were pulled over them, followed by the plush duvet. "Sleep, I'll wake you in a bit, don't worry, I'm not leaving," Claude whispered as he cradled Sebastian in his arms and buried his nose in the chef's hair. He heard a sigh before he felt the chef slowly go limp, a smile curved Claude's lips as he watched his raven slip into the world of dreams.

Soon after he followed, but remained guarding the raven all night, for even in dreams the man need protection and Claude was determined to protect him from anything that would hurt him.