Matthew was exceedingly happy to be back among the living with Gilbert. Sometimes he wondered what his life would be like if he had never met the ghost all that time ago. It would have been more boring, that was for sure. Would he have gone insane on that night with the ringing if it hadn't been for Gilbert? It was possible. Of course, he wouldn't be dead right now if that were the case. Probably just locked up in some asylum, he supposed.

Yes, being a ghost with Gilbert was very nice. They had all the time in the world to spend together. Nobody to tell them what to do, or what was right and wrong. He found he could talk to Gilbert for ages about anything, really, and he never got bored. It was also easy to go out to see a movie, or go to the zoo or a carnival because… well, nobody could see them. It was almost as if they were a normal couple, going on normal dates. But most of the time they just sat together and held hands, or kissed, or enjoyed the silence.

Today was a normal day. There wasn't much to do, but since Alfred had gone to Arthur's to spend the night and not the other way around, they had a lot of real alone time. And Gilbert seemed to want to do something with that alone time.

Matthew was sitting on the living room couch, reading a book, when Gilbert sauntered up and bent down to kiss him. Matthew smiled and kissed him back at first, but then the albino licked at his bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss. Matthew happily obliged, putting the book down and scooting over on the couch so Gilbert could sit and be closer. They fought for dominance for a bit (a battle Gilbert won) while things gradually heated up and got more intense. It wasn't until Gilbert's hand found its way down to feel Matthew's ass that the blond's breath hitched and he pulled away.

"E-eh? W-what are you doing?" he stammered. Gilbert smirked.

"Isn't it obvious?" he asked, and gave the blond's ass a squeeze. "Or did you not want to…?" A blush exploded onto Matthew's face, and he squirmed around in Gilbert's hold.

"N-no, I want to!" Matthew was mortified when the albino grinned and he realized exactly what he'd said. He couldn't just take something like that back, though, could he? "But… What I meant was… um… Can we? Do… you know… That?" he squeaked nervously.

Gilbert pulled Matthew close to him and spoke quietly at his ear. "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times." he murmured. "We can do anything that humans can do. Even this." He kneaded his ass again and softly bit at his earlobe, drawing a small moan from the blond. He was starting to get hot from this kind of touching…

"O-oh…" was all Matthew could say. He probably sounded like an idiot, just saying oh, but it was the only thing he trusted himself to say when his focus was on what Gilbert's hands were doing. They moved up, away from Matthew's backside, and slipped under his shirt, leaving tantalizingly light touches up his torso. They lifted the fabric up and over his head, swiftly removing the obstructing clothing. His hands came to rest upon the blond's smooth chest, fingers splaying out on the left side over his pounding heart. Gilbert looked down at his own hand and Matthew at Gilbert's face.

"See? It's still there. It's still beating." Gilbert whispered. He took Matthew's right hand with his left and placed it over his own heart. Through the fabric of his shirt Matthew felt his heartbeat as well. "I have one, too. Death can't change that. It can't change this, either." He captured Matthew's lips in another kiss, but this one was softer, slower, more sensual. Matthew felt like he was melting.

Something came over him then. It was unfamiliar, but suddenly he wanted Gilbert in ways different than before. He wanted to be as close as possible; to touch and to feel; to become his and only his. The feeling of desire bubbled up within him and he pressed closer and more firmly into Gilbert, taking the initiative to turn the kiss passionate for once. The albino seemed surprised, but he didn't object and pulled Matthew as close to him as possible, until the blond was practically on his lap. The kisses became sloppy, and fleeting touches turned into groping and rutting against each other. Matthew eventually pulled away, panting.

"Should we- hah- bedroom?" he gasped. Gilbert stared, uncomprehending, until it finally clicked what Matthew meant. He grinned.

"Oh... Okay, yeah."

They got up from the couch and Gilbert all but dragged Matthew down the hall to his bedroom, shedding the rest of their clothes and stopping to kiss along the way. Once they finally reached their destination, Matthew found himself being set on the bed so he was lying on his back. Gilbert planted his hands on either side of Matthew's head and straddled his waist, staring down at him with lusty red eyes.

"Isn't this your first time?" Gilbert asked, seemingly concerned. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Matthew hesitated. This was all real, wasn't it? The blood rushing through his veins, the erratic beating of his heart, the incredibly sexy way that Gilbert loosely pinned him to the bed, and, embarrassingly enough, the way his cock twitched in anticipation when he thought about what the albino was about to do to him; it all screamed at him that this was what they both wanted right now. After this, there was no going back. Not that they would want to, of course. They were lovers, after all; Gilbert had said it himself.

"I want it, Gil," he breathed. "I want it so bad…" The albino let out a low growl of approval and ground their erections together, the sheer friction sending spikes of pleasure throughout Matthew's body and making him moan. He couldn't believe that he was actually making these sounds…

Gilbert put three fingers to the blond's lips.

"Suck," he commanded. Matthew was confused.

"Why?" he asked. He didn't know much about the mechanics of... to put it bluntly, gay sex. He knew where everything went (Matthew mentally cringed at the thought of that going inside of him), but what did spit have to do with anything?

"Because," Gilbert explained. "We don't have any lube, and I don't wanna hurt you. I promised myself I would be gentle with if we ever got to this. This really could be painful for you."

The albino seemed to be trying to give himself a reason to stop. Matthew, who knew that they both wanted to keep going, took the fingers into his mouth and began to suck on them lightly. He licked the digits, making sure each one was covered evenly in saliva. Gilbert was shocked yet again by Matthew's positive reaction to his advances, but as usual, didn't complain.

Once his fingers were well-coated and slick, Gilbert took them out of Matthew's mouth and pressed them against the blond's entrance. Matthew's breath caught in his throat. This was it.

"You might want to spread your legs... It'll be easier." Matthew did as he was told. "This might be a little uncomfortable..." Gilbert muttered before slipping a finger in. The blond's face twisted at the odd sensation. It didn't hurt at all; it was just... foreign. He tried to relax and adjust to the intrusion, but found it difficult. Gilbert remained patient with him, and waited until Matthew nodded before inserting another finger. It was a little uncomfortable, just like Gilbert said it would be, but the former knowledge didn't keep him from letting out a grunt of discomfort when the albino began scissoring and curling his fingers. Soon a third was added, and Matthew began to feel a dull sting from being stretched so far. Surely this was enough... And yet Gilbert kept prodding, searching for something.

"G-Gil, what are you doing?" he whimpered. "This feels weird..."

"In a second..." Gilbert muttered under his breath, his face the picture of concentration. "Where is it...?"

"Where's wha-" Suddenly, Gilbert brushed against something inside of Matthew that made the blond throw his head back and buck up in pleasure, trying to get the albino to hit that spot again. "Ohh, Gilbert, do that again!" he moaned.

"Heh, found it." Gilbert said in accomplishment. He rubbed against the spot a few more times with his fingers for good measure, leaving Matthew a hot, writhing mess, clinging to the bed sheets. Every stroke felt like fire spreading throughout his body. "Are you ready for more, Birdie?"

"Yes!" he tried to yell, but the words came out in a hoarse whisper. "Please!"

That was all the incentive Gilbert needed to remove his fingers and position himself at Matthew's entrance, strong hands holding up his hips.

"I'm putting it in, now." That was the last thing Matthew heard before Gilbert slowly pushed inside him. It was definitely bigger than his fingers, and even though Gilbert was going very slowly and gently as promised, it still hurt. He couldn't suppress a hiss of pain.

"G-Gil… It hurts…" he whined.

"I know, Birdie, it'll get better, I swear." Gilbert said in an attempt to get Matthew to relax, but it didn't work. He released his hold on Matthew's hips with one of his hands, using it instead to stroke the blond's erection to distract him. That was much more effective, and this time Matthew whined in want rather than pain. "There you go…" He pushed the rest of the way in without complaint. "The worst part's over."

"Really?"

"Really." Matthew sighed in relief and relaxed a little.

"That wasn't… so bad…" Gilbert raised an eyebrow.

"What were you expecting? Blood?" Matthew didn't say anything, and Gilbert chuckled. "It won't be this bad again." Matthew nodded awkwardly. The pain was starting to die down, now. It really hadn't been that bad. In fact, it was starting to feel odd without Gilbert moving.

"M-move." Matthew said, rolling his hips impatiently.

Gilbert obliged enthusiastically, carefully pulling out and thrusting back in at different angles, looking for that bundle of nerves again. Eventually, after nearly a minute of experimenting, he found it. Matthew screamed and saw stars flash at the edge of his vision. He blindly hooked his knees over Gilbert's shoulders to get more of him inside. The albino paused for barely a heartbeat before continuing, making sure to hit that spot over and over again in a steady rhythm.

"G-Gilbert! Ha-harder! Oh, mon dieu! Please!" he yelled as Gilbert slammed harder into him and picked up the pace. Each impact sent white-hot pleasure through his body. His toes curled, and he felt heat start to pool in his abdomen. He knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer.

"Gil, I'm gonna- AH!" Matthew let out a final yell of ecstasy as he was pushed over the edge, coming on their stomachs. Gilbert managed to thrust several more times before he moaned out Matthew's name and came deep inside him. He pulled out and collapsed next to the blond, letting out a contented sigh. Matthew lay still for a few moments and just listened to his heart calm down and the breathing of his partner. A pleasant, relaxing warmth had settled over him, and more than anything right now he was tired. Was this what they called afterglow…?

"So," Gilbert said, looking over to Matthew and breaking the comfortable silence. "How was it?"

"That was… incredible." Matthew breathed in response. Gilbert sniggered.

"You're pretty loud during sex, Birdie." He poked at his side playfully. Matthew blushed and slapped at his hand indignantly.

"A-am not!" he squeaked. Gilbert just laughed again.

"Yes you are! You were screaming my name every other second!" He smirked. If Matthew hadn't been red before, then he definitely was now. "It's okay, though." the albino assured him. "You're normally so quiet. Even when you're talking to me. I love it when you scream my name." Just then, Gilbert seemed to notice how tired Matthew was. "Here." he said, pulling the blankets over them. "You'll get cold if you sleep like that."

Matthew just rolled his eyes and grumbled about never going to be able to get the logic of being a ghost before snuggling into the albino's side. "I love you, too, you maniac."

Gilbert laughed one last time before he returned Matthew's embrace. They fell asleep holding each other just like that and woke up the same way. It felt like a blissful and magical moment to Matthew, and he didn't ever want it to end.

He wished for many more moments like this. He figured he would get them.

They had eternity, after all.

AN: *I'm pretty sure my parents have forgotten about this, so I'm comfortable posting the epilogue again. I hope you enjoyed~

THE END. FOR REALS THIS TIME. THANK GAWD.

And that, my dear readers, is how you fail at writing a sex scene :D I'm not writing another one. ._.

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