Chapter Nine

They’d decided they’d go a week without sex of any kind before the wedding and make it special on their wedding night.

They made it until the morning of. Since élo?se was distracted by Maxime and Lord Rochefort downstairs, they had time. Sébastien offered to suck his cock after they’d bathed since oral would be quicker and neater.

Like Remus could say no to that.

He leaned back on his elbows as Sébastien took him down to the root after a few minutes of sucking, and he damn near blew right then. Sébastien set a good pace where he could breathe and take it all in. Remus watched his shaft repeatedly disappear between his lips and tensed his hips, feeling his tongue glide along the underside.

“Shit. I’m so close.”

Sébastien pulled back to focus on the crown while he gripped and jerked near the base with his hand.

“I’m about to-” Remus warned him.

“Cum down my throat.”

Those simple, dirty words seemed to send him over the age. Sébastien took him down to the root again. Remus tried to not strain upward and keep quiet even though the orgasm was almost too much for a second, and Sébastien looked so damn beautiful as he peered up at Remus from under his pale eyelashes.

His throat moved as he swallowed, and Remus’s hips jerked slightly with the last bit of cum.

“Fuck.” He gripped the blanket as Sébastien gently cupped his tightened balls.

Sébastien finally pulled back and took a deep breath. A thread of saliva ran from his mouth to the tip of Remus’s cock. “I need it.”

“Need what?”

Sébastien didn’t answer. Instead, he crawled up Remus’s body and skimmed his fangs where his neck and shoulders met. The prick of his fangs was a little sharper than usual, and it sent it a jolt through him.

Sébastien’s sigh was soft and pleased when he pulled his fangs. “You’re going to feel that all day.”

Remus took his throat without squeezing. “You’re going to feel something too.”

Sébastien’s cock was hard as a rock when Remus bent him over his knee and brushed his ass with his folded-over belt. A couple of quick smacks on his backside made him squirm.

“That’s it?” Sébastien asked blandly. “I won’t feel anything later.” A much sharper crack on his backside made him jump.

“How about that? Do you think I’m still playing?

“Hmmm.” Sébastien sounded like he was trying to not laugh. Another lash made a faint pink stripe appear on his ass.

“Well?” Remus aimed the next a little lower.

“Don’t stop,” Sébastien breathed as he moved his hips, brushing his erection against Remus’s leg.

“You’re not cumming until I say either. Stop moving.”

He held still through a couple of more lashes on his bare bottom.

“No smart comments?” asked Remus.

Sébastien fisted the blanket. “No.”

Remus gave him a couple of more lashes. “Taking you over my knee stops that, huh?”

He caught the faintly snide expression Sébastien shot over his shoulder. The leather licking across his ass a little faster and harder wiped that away.

“Are you still okay?”

“Yes! Please don’t stop.”

Remus gave him a few more lashes to make his ass nice and pink all over with a few rubs in between to ease the sting.

“I’m leaking,” Sébastien practically whined, white-knuckling the blanket.

“What do you want?”

Sébastien sucked in a breath as the leather cracked across his ass again. “Suck my cock. Please.”

Like Remus could say no to that. After a last strike, he flung the belt aside, helped Sébastien to stand, and lowered his head to take him in his mouth. Sébastien let out a low groan as Remus’s tongue lapped at head, collecting the pre-cum.

“Fuck.” He gripped Remus’s shoulders.

Remus held his warm ass and worked his tongue as he sucked.

“I’m so close. Please…” Sébastien flexed his hips. “I can’t-”

Remus hummed around the shaft before he took it all in his throat again. Sébastien’s cock pulsed in his mouth, and he gasped as he tried to thrust even though he couldn’t go deeper. Remus took every drop of cum down his throat and squeezed his tight ass.

Sébastien swore before he finally eased all over, still buried in Remus’s throat. He pulled back and guided him to lay him on the bed.

“No sleeping yet.”

Sébastien, with his eyes closed, let out a small laugh. “Trust me, I’m not. I want to marry the man I love, not sleep.”

Remus leaned over and kissed him. “I love you too.”

Sébastien suddenly jumped and drew up his legs. Void’s head popped up over the side of the bed as he glared at them. He’d grown a little bigger and loved sharpening his nails on every piece of furniture in the house.

“I felt something cold on my foot,” said Sébastien. “It was his nose.”

Remus chuckled as the kitten swished his tail and headed for the door with his ears back. “I didn’t know he was under there.”

Sébastien laughed and flopped back. “I almost feel sorry for him. He had to hear all of that.”

“Poor Void.”

“It’s payback for what he did to the drapes downstairs.”

“Aww, he didn’t mean that.”

***

Even though they’d been living and sleeping together, they took separate carriages since that was common. Lord Rochefort and Maxime went ahead to the Temple with élo?se. Remus went next to wait on one side. Bushes acted like walls near the side so he was hidden from the streets which were packed. Plenty had traveled to see Sébastien and Remus marry. Despite the past animosity between their two Kingdoms, there didn’t seem to be any problems now. At least not openly.

With them marrying and being coronated, it meant real peace. Sébastien certainly wouldn’t be starting a war with Rowland now.

The Temple had been readied, and one of the Mages draped a veil over Remus’s head when it was nearly time. Marriage customs varied a little by country, but the veil was done by everyone. It was simple, white, and tasseled.

“Don’t mess with it,” warned the High Mage. “The last dozen Kings before you have worn that same veil when they married, and we’d like it to last.”

Remus was tempted to say he felt a sneeze coming to see if one would quickly take it off of him, but he didn’t. The cloth was sheer so he could make out shapes although all details were lost. The Mages left him for a few moments, and he imagined Sébastien on the other side being warned about his veil.

Finally, a Mage returned and brushed his arm. “Your Majesty?”

Remus allowed himself to be led forward. Once inside the Temple, the cheering grew louder, and pops sounded from somewhere. Rose petals squished under his boots, and from near the front, he could just make out the shape of Lord Rochefort, Maxime, and élo?se. He walked straight. Sébastien, also coming toward him, had dressed entirely in white, and he could make out a few glints of silver trim.

The last time he’d been in the Temple with him, they’d been enemies. If anyone had told Remus back then that he’d return to marry the Prince, he’d have laughed until his stomach ached. Now, he couldn’t imagine life without Sébastien as his husband.

They stopped in front of the altar to link hands. Sébastien squeezed his as they faced it, and the people quieted a little to watch. The High Mage started praying to Elira in a low voice, and a blue flame appeared in the center of the altar near a couple of things that Remus couldn’t quite make out.

“Kneel,” he commanded.

Sébastien and Remus got down on one knee as the High Mage continued praying. The other two brought around a cup and a silver bottle.

“Mix your futures.”

They had to pour a little of the wine into the cup while trying to not spill it since it was hard to see. Sébastien lifted his veil a little to drink before he passed it to Remus. The wine was tart and mixed with juice to sweeten it a little. Once they finished, the bottle and cup were taken away.

The High Mage came around to lay his hand on Remus’s head. “Remus Cadieux-Rizzo, you are bound to your husband from this day forward. Love and treat him as you would yourself.” He moved over. “Sébastien Cadieux-Rizzo, you are bound to your husband from this day forward. Love and treat him as you would yourself.”

He pushed a small, round disc into Remus’s hands which meant they could lift the veils for a moment. With the looking glass, they could see each other as a married couple for the first time. Sébastien smiled at Remus before they lowered the veils again and stood. A Mage took the looking glass so they could walk toward the steps overlooking the crowd and stop.

The people cheered as they turned to each other to remove the veil. Sébastien had put his hair up in a neat bun with a few loose strands pulled out to soften his face. Remus smoothed a stray piece before they leaned in to kiss. The crowd grew louder and quieted as Maxime approached with a small knife, and a Mage took the veils to neatly fold.

“It’s fine,” Lord Rochefort was telling élo?se. “Everyone does it, and it’s just a tiny nick.”

Family was supposed to do the cut, but they didn’t have anyone else. Maxime could heal, so it’d be easy for him anyway. He made a small nick on their palms that bled a little. Remus and Sébastien clasped hands to mix it and kissed again.

It was done. The next time they ate, went for a ride on Whisper, or did anything, they’d be doing it as husband and husband. Remus still couldn’t believe how far they’d come as they wiped their hands with damp clothes provided by the Mages. Maxime sealed the cuts, and Lord Rochefort told élo?se she had to wait just a little longer.

Neither had wanted to be coronated without marriage first, and that was a short ceremony. Without the veil obscuring his vision, Remus could see the crowns waiting on the altar. They approached it again to kneel, and the High Mage prayed while the other two kept their heads bowed.

Before, he’d likely imagined Sébastien being crowned at the age of twenty-five and praying that a monster wouldn’t be taking the throne. Not that he’d ever admit it. The High Mage certainly hadn’t imagined he’d be crowning Remus right alongside the Soleilian ruler. He approached Sébastien first with the crown of gold and sapphires in a simple design that had been made a couple of hundred years ago and was kept locked away except for coronations.

“With every decision you make as King of Rowland-Soleil, think of what the Goddess Elira would choose, and rule as she would.” He placed the crown on Sébastien’s head. “Rise, Sébastien Cadieux-Rizzo, King of Rowland-Soleil.”

A surge of applause spread through the crowd, and the High Mage stood in front of Remus.

“With every decision you make as King of Rowland-Soleil, think of what the Goddess Elira would choose, and rule as she would.” Remus kept his head still as the cold crown was placed on him. “Rise, Remus Cadieux-Rizzo, King of Rowland-Soleil.”

All they had to do was walk to the steps one more time so everyone could see them married and crowned. The cheers deafened them, something popped, and purple smoke drifted up from somewhere near a street. A few lords from around Soleil and Rowland who had come to see applauded from a section blocked off by guards so they wouldn’t have to rub elbows with commoners. A few citizens waved small flags with the lynx over the moon, although a couple had created ones with the Rowland wolf by it.

The noise grew once élo?se ran over, and Remus picked her up. Maxime and Lord Rochefort congratulated them, and Sébastien allowed a hug from each of them.

“If you’re the Kings now, does that make me a Princess?” élo?se yelled over the racket.

“You were our little Princess already.” Remus kissed her cheek.

A married couple goes to their home alone, so Remus and Sébastien took a carriage. élo?se had gone ahead with Lord Rochefort and Maxime. Any higher-ups who’d come would have to make do with inns and figure out their own food.

The little family of three would be having dinner with only Lord Rochefort and Maxime. Skipping a giant party that took ages and involved loads of drunk lords and their families was rather a relief.

“You look good in white and silver,” Remus said as the carriage rattled down the street.

“I figured you’d like it.” Sébastien glanced down at him like he couldn't wait to take off Remus’s sky-blue attire. “I’d never thought I’d get this far. Or at least not like this.”

Remus leaned in to kiss him. “I didn’t think I’d have a family already.”

Even though Sébastien had ordered alcohol which would be passed out as the day wore into night, some were likely already on their way to being drunk. Plenty of citizens followed the carriage. Guards on horseback kept them from getting too close. When they stopped and exited the carriage, quite a few hooted at the newlyweds, and Remus heard a couple of ribald jokes from a pair holding whiskey bottles.

Before they entered the house, Remus told him to wait a second. He opened the door and scooped up Sébastien like a bride.

“It’s more of a commoner thing in the east of Rowland, but you like being carried.”

“I do,” Sébastien murmured. “Are you going to carry me upstairs like this later too?”

“I most definitely will.”

Remus kissed him and carried him inside.