Edge of Seventeen
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Adult +
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2,619
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4
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chapter 22
Edge of 17- part twenty-two
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Contents: YAOI, AU, sap, Duo POV, bad language, a few OC'S, slight fluff, alcohol consumption
Pairings: 2x4, OC+4
Rating: NC-17
Author: Luna
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. The title to this ficcie is a Stevie Nicks song. The lyrics to the song will be presented at the end of this fanfic.
More notes: I wrote more material for the wedding than I thought I would, so I sepearated it into two chapters!
Disclaimer: I don’t own GW or any of its characters. This is for entertainment purposes only. So please don’t sue. Thank you. ^_^
#Is this a wedding reception or a mosh pit?#
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I paced nervously in my little room. My hands were incredibly sweaty and my heart rate was way up. It was kind of like when I watch WWF, but this action is real.
My bestman, Chet, walked in and had been staring at me for sometime. He halted my annoying pacing and handed me my tux bow. It was black with small dots of silver glitter in it. My suit was all black and my sash that went around my waist was the same color as my tie. My hair was done in the nicest braid with a matching hair band at the end.
“Calm down, Duo, or you’ll be blowing chunks at the altar,” he chuckled. I snatched the bow from his hands and proceeded with putting it on. My fingers were so shaky that Chet had to help me.
“Thanks.” I mumbled.
“They’re ready whenever you are,” he said.
I looked up into the mirror and looked myself over once more, “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.” I put on a slight grin. I wasn’t sure if I was grinning at my own reflection, or the fact that I was finally getting married.
~**~
I walk, very unsteadily in fact, to the altar. And there he is, dressed in an all white tux with a pink carnation. He greeted me with a smile and then laughed as he pointed to his flower on himself. I blinked at him, unaware of what he meant, and then it dawned on me that I forgotten mine. Chet rescued me, and instantly put the matching pink carnation on my suit. The things I do for the one I love.
I almost trip over my own big feet to get to him as we meet each other half way at the podium. I held out my elbow and he took it gently. His face was looking pink, rubbing his hand up and down my arm as if he were saying, “this is it.”
Quatre would have been in a dress. We planned it all out. But we couldn’t find one that fit him the best. It was his shoulders mainly, being too wide. I didn’t mind it too much, except for the fact that if he was wearing a dress I could have had fun taking off the guarder belt with my teeth.
The dumb organ music continued to play as we stepped up at the altar to face the priest. The man looked a bit annoyed that we were both guys, but I didn’t let that get to me. I was more concern with holding myself together and not fainting.
Once he finally got it together, he started in on the whole ‘dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…’ speech.
Suddenly, from Quatre’s left, I heard some weeping. It was our “bridesmaid” Mrs. Winner. Quatre turned his head, as did I, at his mother and gave her a sympatric look. I was more pitied at her than anything. And through most of the whole thing, including the vows, she would not stop crying. I felt like throwing her out the window or something, but I knew I couldn’t. I rubbed at my eyes with my thumbs and then continued to listen.
Before I knew it, I hear Quatre already mutter the words, “I do.”
A lump was in my throat.
The priest did the same thing with me, and before he could finish I said, “I do! I do!” Everyone chuckled, and I turned bright red. The kind priest dismissed the rest out of respect, and we were given the rings. We did the whole vow thing to each other (Quatre almost started to break down crying like his mother) and placed the rings on each other’s fingers.
“I now pronounce you man and… husband. You may kiss, uh, each other.” The priest smiled nervously.
We turn to face one another; nervousness was playing in Quatre’s eyes, like mine were. Behind him, I could see Mrs. Winner trying her best to keep it together. I could feel bulb flashes as I leaned in to meet with his lips. We were both shaking, and I could feel his trembling as we made contact. The crowd cheered for us, and many threw rice at us. I was trying not to laugh, and Quatre could feel me trying not to. When we released the kiss, he shook his head at me and sighed.
“What?”
We rode off on my new Harley Davidson motorcycle, with a sign on the back saying, “Just married” and various objects hanging from the back on strings. I think I saw some empty condom wrappers as one of the objects. Quatre hung onto me tightly as we sped off, newly gold wedding bands sparkling in the sunshine.
~**~
Music poured out of the speakers as the reception came into full swing. Quatre and me were dancing, well… Quatre was dancing, I was mimicking as best I could. Someone tapped Quatre on the shoulder and asked to cut in. It was his mother. I sighed, gave in, and wandered over to the punch bowl. My co-worker Spike from the radio station was there, back turned, and I thought I saw him pour something into the punch.
“Hey, Spike. Whatcha’ doing?” I asked.
He twirled around quickly, plastering a big smile on his face, “Nothing. What are you doing?”
“I WAS dancing with my husband.” I groaned.
“Oh.” He said, and then walked away whistling. I sighed, leaning back against the buffet table.
“There HE IS!” I heard a voice bellow. I looked up and saw someone familiar jogging my way. I blinked, rubbed my eyes, and then looked again.
“J-Jake?”
“Hey, Duo!” he whapped me on the back, “Good to see you! I had a feeling that it was you when I heard the name Maxwell. How was the wedding?”
“It was good,” I told him truthfully. “Even the sappy, crappy music they played. My new mother-in-law couldn’t stop crying, and Quatre almost fainted three times. I think I accidentally swallowed a piece of rice on our way out the doors to my motorcycle.”
Jake laughed, “Man, and I missed it! Oh, and I thought you and Quatre would like to know that I’m no longer Shawn’s best friend. The idiot got put in jail for life for who knows what.”
I couldn’t help it, and I burst out laughing. By then Chet was wandering by, he stopped and walked up to me and Jake.
“What’s so funny, Duo?” Chet asked.
“Oh, I’ll tell ya later. Chet, this is Jake, someone I know from school. Jake, this is Chet- he’s my friend, co-worker, and bestman.”
“Nice to meet you.” They shake hands.
“Oh, by the way, Duo. I have a confession.”
“Yeah, what is it, Jake?”
“I’m bisexual. I have been for quite some time, but I’ve always been afraid to admit it. You helped me to do just that and I want to thank you.”
“Y-you’re welcome.” I was almost speechless.
“And I think Quatre looks so exquisite. I’m gonna go ask him to dance.”
“A…a…a…” I watch open mouthed, as Jake strode over to where Quatre was dancing with one of the maid of honors. I was stunned as I watched Quatre gladly excepting a dance with him.
Spike was still hanging around the buffet table and he was stuffing his face with caviar and shrimp cocktail. He saw that I was eyeing him and he gave me a messy grin, food all over his face. He waved at me.
“Nice party, Duo!” he downed a glass of champagne. From the other side I could see Mrs. Winner with a camcorder, filming everything that Quatre did.
“Hey, Duo.” Mr. Winner walked up to me, grinning. “What’s wrong?”
“Huh? Oh, nothing.” I watched as Mr. Winner was getting himself some punch.
“You look forlorn.”
“Well, not exactly.” I told him. He sipped at his drink, licked his lips as if tasting it for the first time, and then gulped some of it down.
“I’m very proud of you and Quatre ya know. You two stood up for what you believed in and the result of that made my Quatre very happy.”
“Well, he’s MY Quatre now.” I tease. He laughed, taking another drink of his punch.
“You may be right about that, Duo.” He refilled his cup, “Hey, this is some wonderful punch.”
“Uh, thanks.” There was a slight pause, as Mr. Winner did nothing but drink punch, which I could have sworn Spike did something to it. Oh well. “Well, I’m gonna go see if I can dance with Quatre longer than five minutes.”
“Have fun!”
~TBC~
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Contents: YAOI, AU, sap, Duo POV, bad language, a few OC'S, slight fluff, alcohol consumption
Pairings: 2x4, OC+4
Rating: NC-17
Author: Luna
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. The title to this ficcie is a Stevie Nicks song. The lyrics to the song will be presented at the end of this fanfic.
More notes: I wrote more material for the wedding than I thought I would, so I sepearated it into two chapters!
Disclaimer: I don’t own GW or any of its characters. This is for entertainment purposes only. So please don’t sue. Thank you. ^_^
#Is this a wedding reception or a mosh pit?#
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I paced nervously in my little room. My hands were incredibly sweaty and my heart rate was way up. It was kind of like when I watch WWF, but this action is real.
My bestman, Chet, walked in and had been staring at me for sometime. He halted my annoying pacing and handed me my tux bow. It was black with small dots of silver glitter in it. My suit was all black and my sash that went around my waist was the same color as my tie. My hair was done in the nicest braid with a matching hair band at the end.
“Calm down, Duo, or you’ll be blowing chunks at the altar,” he chuckled. I snatched the bow from his hands and proceeded with putting it on. My fingers were so shaky that Chet had to help me.
“Thanks.” I mumbled.
“They’re ready whenever you are,” he said.
I looked up into the mirror and looked myself over once more, “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.” I put on a slight grin. I wasn’t sure if I was grinning at my own reflection, or the fact that I was finally getting married.
~**~
I walk, very unsteadily in fact, to the altar. And there he is, dressed in an all white tux with a pink carnation. He greeted me with a smile and then laughed as he pointed to his flower on himself. I blinked at him, unaware of what he meant, and then it dawned on me that I forgotten mine. Chet rescued me, and instantly put the matching pink carnation on my suit. The things I do for the one I love.
I almost trip over my own big feet to get to him as we meet each other half way at the podium. I held out my elbow and he took it gently. His face was looking pink, rubbing his hand up and down my arm as if he were saying, “this is it.”
Quatre would have been in a dress. We planned it all out. But we couldn’t find one that fit him the best. It was his shoulders mainly, being too wide. I didn’t mind it too much, except for the fact that if he was wearing a dress I could have had fun taking off the guarder belt with my teeth.
The dumb organ music continued to play as we stepped up at the altar to face the priest. The man looked a bit annoyed that we were both guys, but I didn’t let that get to me. I was more concern with holding myself together and not fainting.
Once he finally got it together, he started in on the whole ‘dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…’ speech.
Suddenly, from Quatre’s left, I heard some weeping. It was our “bridesmaid” Mrs. Winner. Quatre turned his head, as did I, at his mother and gave her a sympatric look. I was more pitied at her than anything. And through most of the whole thing, including the vows, she would not stop crying. I felt like throwing her out the window or something, but I knew I couldn’t. I rubbed at my eyes with my thumbs and then continued to listen.
Before I knew it, I hear Quatre already mutter the words, “I do.”
A lump was in my throat.
The priest did the same thing with me, and before he could finish I said, “I do! I do!” Everyone chuckled, and I turned bright red. The kind priest dismissed the rest out of respect, and we were given the rings. We did the whole vow thing to each other (Quatre almost started to break down crying like his mother) and placed the rings on each other’s fingers.
“I now pronounce you man and… husband. You may kiss, uh, each other.” The priest smiled nervously.
We turn to face one another; nervousness was playing in Quatre’s eyes, like mine were. Behind him, I could see Mrs. Winner trying her best to keep it together. I could feel bulb flashes as I leaned in to meet with his lips. We were both shaking, and I could feel his trembling as we made contact. The crowd cheered for us, and many threw rice at us. I was trying not to laugh, and Quatre could feel me trying not to. When we released the kiss, he shook his head at me and sighed.
“What?”
We rode off on my new Harley Davidson motorcycle, with a sign on the back saying, “Just married” and various objects hanging from the back on strings. I think I saw some empty condom wrappers as one of the objects. Quatre hung onto me tightly as we sped off, newly gold wedding bands sparkling in the sunshine.
~**~
Music poured out of the speakers as the reception came into full swing. Quatre and me were dancing, well… Quatre was dancing, I was mimicking as best I could. Someone tapped Quatre on the shoulder and asked to cut in. It was his mother. I sighed, gave in, and wandered over to the punch bowl. My co-worker Spike from the radio station was there, back turned, and I thought I saw him pour something into the punch.
“Hey, Spike. Whatcha’ doing?” I asked.
He twirled around quickly, plastering a big smile on his face, “Nothing. What are you doing?”
“I WAS dancing with my husband.” I groaned.
“Oh.” He said, and then walked away whistling. I sighed, leaning back against the buffet table.
“There HE IS!” I heard a voice bellow. I looked up and saw someone familiar jogging my way. I blinked, rubbed my eyes, and then looked again.
“J-Jake?”
“Hey, Duo!” he whapped me on the back, “Good to see you! I had a feeling that it was you when I heard the name Maxwell. How was the wedding?”
“It was good,” I told him truthfully. “Even the sappy, crappy music they played. My new mother-in-law couldn’t stop crying, and Quatre almost fainted three times. I think I accidentally swallowed a piece of rice on our way out the doors to my motorcycle.”
Jake laughed, “Man, and I missed it! Oh, and I thought you and Quatre would like to know that I’m no longer Shawn’s best friend. The idiot got put in jail for life for who knows what.”
I couldn’t help it, and I burst out laughing. By then Chet was wandering by, he stopped and walked up to me and Jake.
“What’s so funny, Duo?” Chet asked.
“Oh, I’ll tell ya later. Chet, this is Jake, someone I know from school. Jake, this is Chet- he’s my friend, co-worker, and bestman.”
“Nice to meet you.” They shake hands.
“Oh, by the way, Duo. I have a confession.”
“Yeah, what is it, Jake?”
“I’m bisexual. I have been for quite some time, but I’ve always been afraid to admit it. You helped me to do just that and I want to thank you.”
“Y-you’re welcome.” I was almost speechless.
“And I think Quatre looks so exquisite. I’m gonna go ask him to dance.”
“A…a…a…” I watch open mouthed, as Jake strode over to where Quatre was dancing with one of the maid of honors. I was stunned as I watched Quatre gladly excepting a dance with him.
Spike was still hanging around the buffet table and he was stuffing his face with caviar and shrimp cocktail. He saw that I was eyeing him and he gave me a messy grin, food all over his face. He waved at me.
“Nice party, Duo!” he downed a glass of champagne. From the other side I could see Mrs. Winner with a camcorder, filming everything that Quatre did.
“Hey, Duo.” Mr. Winner walked up to me, grinning. “What’s wrong?”
“Huh? Oh, nothing.” I watched as Mr. Winner was getting himself some punch.
“You look forlorn.”
“Well, not exactly.” I told him. He sipped at his drink, licked his lips as if tasting it for the first time, and then gulped some of it down.
“I’m very proud of you and Quatre ya know. You two stood up for what you believed in and the result of that made my Quatre very happy.”
“Well, he’s MY Quatre now.” I tease. He laughed, taking another drink of his punch.
“You may be right about that, Duo.” He refilled his cup, “Hey, this is some wonderful punch.”
“Uh, thanks.” There was a slight pause, as Mr. Winner did nothing but drink punch, which I could have sworn Spike did something to it. Oh well. “Well, I’m gonna go see if I can dance with Quatre longer than five minutes.”
“Have fun!”
~TBC~