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▲ Lawfully Wedded • Apollo/Midnighter
My Solemn Vow • 01 • Lawfully Wedded
Apollo/Midnighter
• 630 words
• I've been writing so much angst lately, here is some unapologetic fluff.
After the wedding, they tumbled into their room with the laughter and music and beauty still ringing in their ears. Midnighter pulled his jacket off, then his shirt, then finally Apollo laughed a breath into his neck and reached to remove his cowl. It wasn't a thing his lover - his husband - ever did for himself. Apollo knew why. They were neither of them men, not really, not anymore. The mask was who he was; the blond scruffy hair and brown eyes and that little cowlick at his forehead was just something he happened to have.
Still, Apollo loved him all the more for it. Inside and out. Midnighter, and whoever he wanted to be.
"God, I'm fuckin' exhausted. And I had to dance with Angie. That wasn't part of the deal!"
Apollo only laughed, working his own clothes free. "Well, I had the pleasure of dancing with Jack. He's quite good."
Midnighter scoffed, and that was all the distance his partner could take - pulled him in, pressed their lips together in a way that was at once entirely familiar, but completely new.
"Husband," Apollo murmured, rubbing his thumb along his lower lip. "I never thought I'd get to call you that."
"You didn't?" Midnighter looked surprised, and then he turned away, running his hands through that blond fuzz.
Apollo knew that posture, and no. No. Not on their wedding night. He put his hands on Midnighter's shoulders; rubbed circles into the tight muscles there. "No, I didn't," he said, soft and kind. "It seemed something far beyond my wildest dreams."
He sighed and melted into it quickly, which meant it wasn't anything very bad. "Hopeless romantic," he muttered, his voice scratchy. "I almost got down on one knee the first day we met."
Apollo's hands stopped; it was his turn to be surprised. "You...?"
The man laughed, something dry and cynical and it could have hurt, but Apollo knew that was the only way he was capable of laughing. "Yeah. First fuckin' day. Didn't have a goddamn clue who I was and you were so fuckin' beautiful. Christ." He was rolling his neck a bit now, almost purring. "And then I didn't sleep until I'd planned a full-scale tactical assault. To make you mine."
Apollo chuckled. That part, at least, was the absolute truth. "Mm. And it worked." He kissed at the back of his neck; gently, still gently. Their wedding night - it was special, yes, but to Apollo it was all the more special that they could take their time. They were married, now. If there had ever been any question of not being able to do this again, it would be gone. "I am all yours. Every - " and he leaned forward, pressed his body all up along that beautiful back, "last - bit of me."
Before he could even think, Midnighter had reached back, grabbed him, spun him around and thrown him up against the nearest wall, pressing his own advantage in return. "I can see that," he growled, a smile twisting his face.
Apollo looped a leg around his husband's waist, but before they lost themselves in a night of carnal pleasure that would surely break laws in multiple universes - Midnighter pressed their lips together in a soft kiss.
"I just never thought we'd be in a position to make it legal," he whispered.
Apollo felt his heart twist, and he understood. It had happened so fast - all they had was each other, all they wanted. Midnighter had been his husband at heart for years, now, but this - this was more than either of them had hoped. The world knew who they were, what they meant to each other, and it was not afraid.
Apollo/Midnighter
• 630 words
• I've been writing so much angst lately, here is some unapologetic fluff.
After the wedding, they tumbled into their room with the laughter and music and beauty still ringing in their ears. Midnighter pulled his jacket off, then his shirt, then finally Apollo laughed a breath into his neck and reached to remove his cowl. It wasn't a thing his lover - his husband - ever did for himself. Apollo knew why. They were neither of them men, not really, not anymore. The mask was who he was; the blond scruffy hair and brown eyes and that little cowlick at his forehead was just something he happened to have.
Still, Apollo loved him all the more for it. Inside and out. Midnighter, and whoever he wanted to be.
"God, I'm fuckin' exhausted. And I had to dance with Angie. That wasn't part of the deal!"
Apollo only laughed, working his own clothes free. "Well, I had the pleasure of dancing with Jack. He's quite good."
Midnighter scoffed, and that was all the distance his partner could take - pulled him in, pressed their lips together in a way that was at once entirely familiar, but completely new.
"Husband," Apollo murmured, rubbing his thumb along his lower lip. "I never thought I'd get to call you that."
"You didn't?" Midnighter looked surprised, and then he turned away, running his hands through that blond fuzz.
Apollo knew that posture, and no. No. Not on their wedding night. He put his hands on Midnighter's shoulders; rubbed circles into the tight muscles there. "No, I didn't," he said, soft and kind. "It seemed something far beyond my wildest dreams."
He sighed and melted into it quickly, which meant it wasn't anything very bad. "Hopeless romantic," he muttered, his voice scratchy. "I almost got down on one knee the first day we met."
Apollo's hands stopped; it was his turn to be surprised. "You...?"
The man laughed, something dry and cynical and it could have hurt, but Apollo knew that was the only way he was capable of laughing. "Yeah. First fuckin' day. Didn't have a goddamn clue who I was and you were so fuckin' beautiful. Christ." He was rolling his neck a bit now, almost purring. "And then I didn't sleep until I'd planned a full-scale tactical assault. To make you mine."
Apollo chuckled. That part, at least, was the absolute truth. "Mm. And it worked." He kissed at the back of his neck; gently, still gently. Their wedding night - it was special, yes, but to Apollo it was all the more special that they could take their time. They were married, now. If there had ever been any question of not being able to do this again, it would be gone. "I am all yours. Every - " and he leaned forward, pressed his body all up along that beautiful back, "last - bit of me."
Before he could even think, Midnighter had reached back, grabbed him, spun him around and thrown him up against the nearest wall, pressing his own advantage in return. "I can see that," he growled, a smile twisting his face.
Apollo looped a leg around his husband's waist, but before they lost themselves in a night of carnal pleasure that would surely break laws in multiple universes - Midnighter pressed their lips together in a soft kiss.
"I just never thought we'd be in a position to make it legal," he whispered.
Apollo felt his heart twist, and he understood. It had happened so fast - all they had was each other, all they wanted. Midnighter had been his husband at heart for years, now, but this - this was more than either of them had hoped. The world knew who they were, what they meant to each other, and it was not afraid.