Author's Note: So sorry for the wait, but it's finally finished! Lots of feels for these two. :'c Thanks to everyone for all the comments! I really love getting feedback from you readers.

Sunlight streamed through the thick, moth-eaten curtains. A new day beginning was another day of strife. Joseph had lain awake, his thoughts never ceasing in the hour he had to himself, and stared in silence at the cracked and yellowing ceiling above. Voices were in his head - voices that he was trying hard to ignore. From quiet mutterings came needy suggestions, and from that it grew to aggravated shouting in his mind, ordering for him to turn and do want he truly wanted.

Kill.

He was feeling it again, the change within him, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he'd be consumed once more in its overwhelming hostility.

Suddenly, Joseph's body was seized in yet another coughing fit, the noise waking Sebastian from his sleep.

"Joseph?" Sebastian called, blinking awake and sitting up in his seat. "Are you alright there?"

"More or less," he answered when the coughing subsided. "A little dizzy, but fine..."

Sebastian stood up to stretch then; Joseph couldn't help but stare, watching Sebastian's bruised neck as he rolled his head in a circular motion to work out the kinks in his muscles. When Sebastian was finished with stretching, Joseph darted his eyes away, pretending instead to be browsing the titles on the bookshelf that barricaded them inside the tiny room. He felt a little ashamed of stealing glances at his partner, but he could no longer help it.

Soon Joseph heard footsteps approaching him and the sound of jingling trilled in the air. Sebastian held the keys to the cuffs in his hand.

"Wait. Don't." Joseph said, stopping the detective in his tracks.

"Why not?" Sebastian gave Joseph a puzzled look, one of his brows arching up in question.

Because Joseph could feel it – the urge to turn. It was a strong wave of pure, unrestrained instinct. Every thought was focused on wanting to break free from the handcuffs and lash out at the nearest thing; he wanted to attack Sebastian. The only thing strange now was that there's a distinct difference in his desires; he felt equal pleasure in the idea of either strangling Sebastian to death or outright having his way with the man.

Stepping back, Sebastian looked down at his partner in what appeared to be concern. "How are you really feeling, Joseph?"

"Not good, to be honest…" Joseph replied. He tugged at the handcuffs in agitation, the chain rattling against the metal frame of the bedpost. What he wanted right now wasn't really to turn; he wanted Sebastian, and the feeling was intensified by his growing instincts.

Sebastian's face grew grim. "Shit. We don't have any more meds…" He stood at the bedside and contemplated what to do next. Yet while Sebastian was thinking, Joseph felt his temptation grow stronger, his eyes trailing after the detective as he went over to where their bags were and picked up the shotgun that was leaning against their things.

That immediately caught Joseph's attention. "Where are you going?"

"To find some more," he replied, checking the gun to see if it was loaded.

"By yourself?" Joseph questioned. The thought of Sebastian dying alone out there seemed to have an almost sobering effect on him.

"If I have to," was Sebastian's response.

"Don't be stupid. Just forget it." Nothing frightened Joseph more than the thought of losing his partner, even his other side felt a pang of possessiveness – that no one but him could take Sebastian's life.

Sebastian ignored Joseph's protests and was already looking for extra ammo, pocketing whatever shells he could find into another smaller bag.

"Listen to me." Joseph continued; he was growing increasingly upset.

Sebastian slung the little bag over one of his shoulders and was walking towards the door before Joseph yelled out in anger.

"Sebastian!"

He looked back at Joseph then, his eyes dark. "I'm not going to let you die."

Joseph's eyes widened. Sebastian's words had struck some hidden chords deep within him, and he felt his anger ebb away to be replaced by overwhelming sadness. "I don't want you to die for me."

Sebastian stayed silent, his eyes downcast, as Joseph continued, "I don't want to be the cause of your death. Why can't you see that?"

To Joseph, there was no need for Sebastian to recklessly risk his own life for his, especially because of his worsening condition; his desire to turn was never completely out of mind and each passing hour only brought it closer to the surface. Pretty soon, Joseph wasn't sure how much longer he could keep holding on.

"If you really want to help me…" Joseph started, his voice low, "I have one request…"

The detective stared hard at him, his grip tightening on the handle of his shotgun. "What is it…?"

"Stay here."

"I am not going to kill you, Joseph."

Joseph gave a weak laugh. He knew his partner couldn't do it – would never do it. "I need you here. What if I turned while you were gone? What then, Seb? Tell me."

For the first time, Sebastian look conflicted and turned away from Joseph, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand as he tried to process the difficult possibility.

"I don't know… Give up," he answered at last, his shoulders sunken in defeat.

"Don't. Please don't." Joseph pleaded. Call him a hypocrite, but he would never want Sebastian to give up. "I know you can keep going."

"Not without my partner." Sebastian said, returning his unflinching gaze back to Joseph. Something in his eyes showed that he meant it.

Joseph was completely caught off guard by Sebastian's honesty. An intense feeling blossomed in his chest then, momentarily pushing out all other thoughts except for one: Sebastian needed him too. He had never seen the detective so troubled and open with his feelings.

Oftentimes, back in the days when their biggest threat was a bullet to the head, Sebastian would never really speak to him outside of work. It was always one sided chatter, with Joseph doing most of the talking as Sebastian nodded his head in response. And right now for Joseph, it was strange seeing this side of Sebastian, getting worked up over his well-being.

If it weren't for their horrible fate in this messed up world… Joseph would have felt happy.

Survival was drastically low in this hellish world and their time together was limited. Accepting his fate, Joseph knew he would never get another chance and it spurred him to finally ask something that he had always wanted to know the answer to.

"Can I kiss you?"

Not expecting to hear a question of that nature, Sebastian was floored stupid by Joseph's strange request. "What?"

"All I ask is for one kiss." Joseph repeated.

"You don't know what you're asking for." Sebastian replied, still genuinely confused.

"I do know." Joseph said without wavering. "But it's alright if you don't want to." And then he joked, "Who knows if I'll accidently bite your face off like one of those things?"

"Don't talk like that," Sebastian snapped. He put down the shotgun, propping it up against the wall, and lowered his bag onto the floor. "You're not going to turn into one of them. I won't let you."

The stubbornness and determination Sebastian always exuded had captivated Joseph from day one, and as he locked gazes with the detective, he knew that he would never regret having fallen for the man. They had been through so much, during their old lives and now, persevering through the hardest of times together.

Sebastian walked back over to Joseph and kneeled down at his bedside. Joseph could feel his heart racing as he tried to read Sebastian's face. The detective leaned in slightly, never breaking eye contact but still showing signs of hesitance. His breath catching in his throat, Sebastian closed the distance between them and softly pressed his lips onto Joseph's.

A small hum escaped Joseph; the tickling vibration surprised Sebastian and he was just about to pull away before Joseph sensed it and gently latched onto Sebastian's lower lip with his teeth. The detective made a muffled sound, but stayed still as he felt something warm and wet slip past his lips.

Joseph experienced a great deal of satisfaction when he felt Sebastian deepen the kiss, their tongues heatedly massaging each other's in little swirls.

Losing himself in the moment of passion, Sebastian's hand reached up and cupped the younger man's chest. Joseph broke the kiss and let out a small chuckle.

"I'm sorry," Sebastian quickly apologized, pink coloring his cheeks in embarrassment.

"It's okay…" Joseph said as he caught his breath. Seeing the flushed look on his partner's face sent a jolt of pleasure straight down to his groin. His desires were becoming uncontrollable now. "You can touch me however you want, Seb…"

The look on Joseph's face said it all and Sebastian climbed onto the bed, its metal springs squeaking from their weight, as he positioned himself over Joseph and resumed their kissing. That was when Sebastian noticed that Joseph had gotten hard; he could feel his partner's erection pressing against his own hardening one. Slowly and steadily, Sebastian began grinding his hips against Joseph, feeling the younger man's breath hitch from the deliberate friction.

Things were escalating between them; Sebastian sat up, straddling his partner for a bit, as he unbuckled Joseph's pants. Joseph moaned and let his head fall back in pleasure when he felt rough hands begin to stroke him. It was completely unexpected because he didn't think Sebastian would go that far.

How many nights had he "accidently" imagined those hands on him?

Joseph couldn't help but notice Sebastian's marriage ring and he felt slightly guilty, but he ignored it. This was a moment for the two of them to forget everything – to forget that they're lost in a strange and dangerous world.

Any day could be their last.

And right now, Sebastian was his.

Heat was building up within Joseph, starting from where Sebastian was stroking him, and it spread throughout his whole body. Joseph arched his back, feeling close to the edge. But then Sebastian stopped cold.

"Shit…" Sebastian took off his ring and pocketed it. Joseph looked up in confusion and almost cursed for being denied his orgasm, but Sebastian was undoing his own pants. "Turn around," he ordered.

Joseph did as he was told, flipping himself over and resting his weight on his elbows since he was still handcuffed to the bed. Sebastian lifted his hips higher and yanked down Joseph's pants to expose smooth pale skin.

There was no gentle caresses or loving words spoken. Hands gripped Joseph by his hips as he felt something push into him. He groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure as Sebastian kept pushing in slowly, not stopping to let him get used to the intrusion. A steady rhythm was created; in and out, going from shallow thrusts to deeper ones, until Sebastian was fully inside Joseph.

The handcuffs jangled loudly in the room, accompanied by the sound of skin pounding against skin as the bed creaked and squeaked from their rough fucking; an occasion moan sounded out from Joseph when Sebastian hit a particularly good spot.

"You're really tight." Sebastian grunted mid-thrust, pulling Joseph's hips back to meet his own.

Joseph felt his erection twitch from hearing Sebastian's dirty talk. Never would he ever imagine Sebastian, his longtime partner, saying such things to him. It was intoxicating and erotic to hear his voice sound like that.

Slowing down his thrusting, Sebastian leaned over Joseph and reached underneath their bodies to stroke his partner's neglected erection. "For how long?" he asked in Joseph's ear, his husky whisper sending a trail of shivers down the younger man's back.

"Maybe since we became partners…" Joseph answered truthfully. He himself didn't know when his feelings were born, but they had grown enough to be noticeable now.

Sebastian responded in kind by increasing the pace of his thrusts again, burying his face in Joseph's neck as he stroked in time to his thrusting. Neither had removed their shirts and it was growing increasingly hot as they felt themselves getting closer to climax.

The two were in their own world.

Joseph was the first to come, his body tightening around Sebastian's cock as a wave of ecstasy trembled through him. The increased pressure sent Sebastian into a frenzy, his movements becoming erratic, and soon his body stiffened in one final thrust.

"Fuck…" He growled lowly as he came inside Joseph.

They stayed joined for a full minute, then two, until finally, Sebastian pulled out and rolled onto his side, breathing heavily with his eyes closed. Joseph's arms went limp, collapsing himself onto his front as he tried to catch his breath; his wrists were red and numbed while the rest of his body was weak from the lingering afterglow of his orgasm. Neither moved from their spot on the bed – both were too exhausted to do so.

No terms of endearment, no cuddling, or even eye contact. It was meant to be purely physical – a way to vent some steam and get it out of their system.

Or that's what each tried to convince themselves.

Tomorrow could very well be their last day together and neither wanted to acknowledge the dark cloud that loomed in the distance.

The three simple words that Joseph wanted so badly to say died on his tongue. Instead, he chose to stare at the glasses that miraculously managed to not fall off the bed.

Some things were better left unsaid.

A/N: So yeah... Thank you for reading! Hope the ending was satisfactory. And if anyone has noticed: yes, it's actually my first time writing err... erotica? lol imapervert. Now it's my turn to go find some Sebastian/Joseph fanfics. hehehe