CHAPTER 170
CHAPTER 170
The sun is warm and golden in the sky, spilling over the hills like honey as music floods through the garden.
White petals flutter down with the breeze, soft laughter fills the air, and under a long arch decorated in roses and ivy, Xerxes stands in a perfect suit, his fingers slightly twitching with nerves. He can't believe he's getting nervous; it's a foreign emotion. He's a don; he doesn't get nervous, but when it comes to Ciel, the white-haired male makes him feel all types of emotions at once. It drives him crazy how one person can affect him so much.
When he said, "Let's get married tomorrow," he didn't mean it literally, but clearly, Ciel wanted it done faster.
Xerxes stares at Ciel, who stands across from him, dressed in a soft gray tux that complements his gentle features, his hands steady unlike Xerxes's, his smile wide and as bright as the sun, filled with everything he couldn't say out loud. Xerxes realizes again that he's in love.
"You may now kiss,"
Ciel doesn't hesitate; he grabs Xerxes by the tie and yanks him in, smiling widely with sparkling eyes and seals their lips in a kiss. It's everything soft, and it's filled with promises. Xerxes swears to fulfill it, even if it's the last thing he does on earth. He will always keep this person by his side and love him.
The small crowd of friends and family erupts into cheers; Cassie and her mother whistle, Sebastian and Lucas clap the loudest, and Gabriel gets teary, holding on to Mael, who pats his head. The tiny twins sit in a tiny double stroller in the front row in matching suits, kicking their feet as if aware of what's happening.
Ciel laughs as they pull apart, his cheeks pink, not letting go of Xerxes' tie, pulling him even closer and whispers against his lips. “You are now stuck with me; don't even think of ever leaving me.”
Xerxes nods, his lips curling into a smile. “I won't even dream of it, little wife,”
Ciel grins. “Good.”
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The reception is held under a canopy, the table is set with glowing candles and plates of food, and everyone is busy.
Lucas grins mischievously as he nudges Sebastian, then eyes him, “Come on. Five minutes.”
Sebastian raises a brow, then he lets out a laugh. “Bathroom quickie at someone else’s wedding? Classy.”
Lucas smirks, already tugging him by the wrist, and Sebastian doesn't resist as he willingly follows him. “Romantic, actually. Come on.”
Sebastian chuckles as they leave the event, pack into the mansion, and immediately find the nearest bathroom, slipping, and Lucas slams Sebastian against the door, placing his hands on his shoulders. “Just think about it, our wedding is next. Big white tux for me and maybe a gold one for you,” he wiggles his brows.
Sebastian beams. “You’d wear white?”
“I can be innocent, too.”
“No, you can’t.”
Lucas laughs, then leans in for a kiss. “Okay, maybe not, but we will look good walking down the aisle. Maybe adopt a kid, a little devil that looks like you and acts like me.”
“I like that idea. Sebastian grins, pulling Lucas closer, capturing his lips again.
The kisses deepen, hands sliding, breaths growing heavier. Lucas hops up on the sink counter, tugging Sebastian closer between his thighs.
“I can't wait to have our own family,” Lucas whispers against his lips.
“I like the sound of that,” Sebastian breathed, slipping his hands under Lucas's suit, touching his smooth skin.
Just as their shirts started coming off and things got hot, the bathroom door burst open.
“Oh my God!”
Lucas’s mother stands frozen in the doorway, mouth wide open in shock as her eyes scan the scene—Lucas half-dressed, Sebastian pressed up between his legs.
“Mom!?” Lucas yelps.
She instantly turns on her heel, covering her eyes and rushing out. “No, no, no, I didn’t see anything, I didn’t see anything! For fuck sake, have some decency!” her voice echoes down the hallway.
There is a long, stunned silence before Lucas and Sebastian look at each other and burst into laughter.
“We’re never living this down.” Sebastian wheezes, leaning his head on Lucas’s shoulder.
Lucas wipes a tear of laughter from his eye. “Nope. She’s going to need therapy.” he wraps his arms around his neck and pulls him. “Should we continue?”
Sebastian smirks. “Of course, baby,”