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“I now pronounce you wed in the eyes of God, you may now seal your union with a 
kiss.”

A cheer went up from the small crowd as Father Dafoe finished speaking and 
Orlando wrapped his arms about Sean’s neck, claiming his husband’s lips in a 
hungry kiss. The priest smiled as the lovers kissed each other passionately, the
display much more welcome than the solemn manner of the young beauty’s last 
wedding. 

Applause carried from all the people that surrounded the little outdoor 
ceremony. The guests were comprised of all the servants of Lord Lee’s household,
including Miss Blanchet, Miss Tyler, and Miss Winslet. Mrs. Dench accompanied 
Lady Smith as well as the newest member of their household, Mrs. Huston. Lord 
McKellen sat faithfully at their side. Ian was beaming as he watched the two 
lovers wed, knowing that Christopher would be looking down and watching over the
ceremony as well. 

Dom sat in the front with Marton and Colin. Marton sat with his arm about 
Colin’s shoulders. The man’s wounds had been healing well, and had sealed enough
for the Irishman to be able to get rid of his bandages. It was the night that 
the cloth had been removed that Colin and Marton had made love for the first 
time. Marton had decided that if he were to experience male love, he might was 
well get the whole experience first, and asked Colin to take him. Colin had been
good to him, preparing him well before laying behind him and easing himself into
the Russian’s clenched port. 

Sean’s shoulder wound had headed nicely as well. He now had almost twin scars on
each shoulder, though he second had merely grazed into the muscle rather than 
tearing through bone. Despite his wounds, he had held Orlando every night, 
cradling the slighter youth’s body against his own, refusing to let go. Orlando
sometimes would drape himself over Sean’s naked body with how own nude form, 
resting his head on Sean’s chest and letting one of his long legs drift to rest
between Sean’s. They always slept with their fingers entwined, no matter what 
position they lay in, and they kissed each other until they were drowsy. 

They stood, married at last before their friends in the Wheatfield where Sean 
had first proposed to Orlando, Lord Lee’s home that had once stood so proudly 
before burning now fully restored to its former glory. They had all worked on 
it. Marton, Dom, Colin, Orlando, Sean, Miss Blanchet, Miss Tyler, and Miss 
Winslet. Ian had supplied proper architects to help and artisans to craft the 
inside. The only changes were to the inside. There was no separate chambers for
servants or lords. They were altogether, as Sean and Orlando refused to put on
the façade of being noble or more well to do than their friends. They were all
equals, and all lived as such in the house. Everyone had their own tasks, tasks
which were almost the same as the ones the had performed when Lord Lee was 
alive. Orlando now helped Sean in keeping the grounds, and Marton maintained the
maintenance of the house, fixing any leaks or broken furniture, painting when it
had to be done as well.

Everyone in the wedding party cheered as the two separated from their kiss and 
turned to face them. The women threw flower petals over them and Orlando and 
Sean laughed as they were covered in the small white and pink petals. They 
crouched low as they walked from the simple alter into the wedding party, 
smiling broadly to their guests. 

Father Dafoe was pleased as he watched the happy couple surrounded by their 
loved ones. He was delighted when Sean raised Orlando’s hand to his lips and 
kissed the silver ring that rested on his finger.

Dom hugged Orlando and Sean in congratulations. Orlando kissed his cheek, making
Dom scrunch up his face and push at him, trying to escape the younger youth’s 
affections. He laughed and hurried over to Colin and Marton. Colin hurried to go
congratulate Orlando and Sean and left Marton and Dom together. 

“Lovely service,” Dom said, watching the rest of the guests that surrounded the 
beautiful couple. “It all seems so perfect.”

“Perfect,” Marton said, watching Colin hug Orlando and kiss his cheek fondly 
before embracing Sean. “I think so, yes.”

Lord McKellen crossed over to the pair, placing an arm over Dom’s shoulder as he
sought to catch his breath from the laughing and walking. “My good men,” he 
finally said. “Why are you hiding off in the corner instead of mingling with the
others?”

“Just catching some air,” Dom said, not wanting to admit that the whole thing 
made him feel quite lonely. 

“And you?” Ian asked Marton. 

“Same,” the big man said.

Ian groaned, before resting his hands on his hips and searching the crowd. “I 
brought my new valet with me,” he said in a conspiratorial voice, raising a hand
to Dom’s shoulder as he surveyed the crowd. “A cheeky man with a wicked sense of
humor…from New Zealand I think…but I can’t really be sure, I have always been 
horrible at placing accents.”

“Is he here?” Dom asked. 

Ian nodded as he continued to search. Suddenly he stopped, and his face softened
before his lips spread into a grin. “Looks, like Mr. Urban has already found 
you, Mr. Monaghan…”

Dom looked where Ian indicated and saw a pair of forest green eyes fixed on him.
His breath caught as he met the impish intensity, topped by thick dark brows. 
Dom felt his face heat as he continued to survey the man’s face and found lush 
full lips that begged to be kissed. Those lips spread into a warm smile as the 
man ran a hand through his shaggy black hair before giving Dom a small wave in 
greeting.

Dom smiled back, shyly casting his eyes down before once again looking to the 
dark haired man. Ignoring the playful teases of the two men beside him, Dom 
stepped forward to go meet Lord McKellen’s new valet.

The sun was beginning to set, and the guests were returning to the house, ready
to enjoy a fine meal and some spirits. 

Sean was about to lead Orlando back to the house, but the beauty stopped him. 
The blonde man turned back and fixed his green eyes on Orlando carefully, hoping
there was nothing wrong. 

“Is something the matter, love?” he asked.

Orlando shook his head, his curls slightly flopping. A sly smile spread on his
rosy lips and he pulled Sean’s hand gently. They walked for a ways back to where
the alter still stood, and then a little further back until they were in the
middle of the open wheat field. “Is this familiar to you?” he asked softly. “The
wheat field…sunset…the ring is already on my finger though…”

Sean smiled, beginning to catch what Orlando was implying. 

“I want you to make love to me here,” Orlando said, pulling Sean against him and
wrapping his arms about the man’s neck. He slowly rubbed himself against Sean’s
firm body, delighted when the man’s member began to stir. 

“But what about the guests…the reception…” Sean looked back towards the house 
but his green eyes returned to Orlando in surprise when the youth forcibly
turned his head back to face him. 

“Sod the guests,” Orlando said with hunger in his eyes before he crashed their
mouths together. 

Sean moaned into Orlando’s ravenous kiss. He wrapped his arms about the slender
body before lowering them both to the ground, his mind flashing back to that 
night over a year ago when he had proposed. He twined his fingers with Orlando’s
loving the feel of the band on his finger and the cold silver that matched on 
Orlando’s.

Their clothes were quickly divested, the fine cloth only hindering the act they
were about to perform. Hands ran down smooth skin and across flat bellies. Sean
kneeled on the ground and then pulled Orlando atop his thighs, making the youth
straddle him. Orlando sighed in pleasure before bending his head to again claim
Sean’s lips. His naked form writhed atop Sean’s, the cleft of his firm buttocks
rubbing against Sean’s erect cock. Sean’s body went rigid at the cruel 
stimulation to his aching member. His arms tightened about Orlando and he just 
let the boy tease him and hump his hips against him. 

Orlando lowered his head and began to kiss Sean’s neck and jaw, moving his lips
over the heated skin and delicately nibbling at the slightly stubbly flesh 
there. He loved the way Sean’s arms went tighter around his frame when he
flickered the tip of his tongue over the pulsing vein of his jugular. The blonde
man’s breath would catch the same way it did when Orlando ran his tongue around
the ridge of his cock head. 

He would have to give Sean oral pleasure later, for at that moment he had 
certain needs that had to be filled. 

Sean’s eyes had closed several moments ago due to the pleasurable stimulation of
his sweetheart’s undulating, but the emerald orbs jerked open when a slick hand
reached down and closed over his hardness. 

“Oh god…Orlando…” Sean hissed in pleasure. 

Orlando leaned forward from his seat on the man’s side and brushed his lips 
against Sean’s ear. “Take me now,” he said in an insistent whisper. 

Sean gripped Orlando’s hips and pulled him hard against himself. He reached his
fingers around Orlando to his lover’s port but Orlando shook his head, reaching
behind himself to find Sean’s arousal. “I’m ready, just take me now.”

The blonde man took Orlando’s lips in a sound kiss as he took his manhood in
hand. He aligned the head of his arousal with Orlando’s clenched rosette and 
pushed in steadily, keeping his pace slow so as not to hurt Orlando.

The young beauty tightened his arms about Sean’s neck, burrowing his face next 
to Sean’s head and hiding it in his arms. He panted hard as his husband’s cock 
bore slowly into him. The pace was steady for several minutes as Orlando 
adjusted to the intrusion, his body slowly opening to the hard flesh that he was
split upon. 

Sean gently wrapped his arms about Orlando’s back and then shifted forward, 
lowering the youth to the ground with care. He looked down into Orlando’s
panting face and lovingly brushed an errant curl from the beautiful face, 
discovering the lightest sheen of sweat on the golden skin. 

“You alright, love?” Sean asked softly, stroking the delicate skin of Orlando’s
inner thigh to calm him.

Orlando nodded, raising a hand to let his fingers caress Sean’s face. “I’m
fine,” he assured him in a steady voice. 

Sean leaned down and kissed Orlando tenderly. He let his hands glide down 
Orlando’s waist and hips and then down his long thighs, taking hold under the 
limbs and drawing the beauty’s legs further up about his waist. He began to 
thrust shallowly, keeping close eye on Orlando’s face to make sure his husband 
was not in any pain. 

Orlando tightened his thighs about Sean’s waist, pulling his love in closer and
deeper. He moaned when the head of Sean’s cock brushed against his pleasure. 

Sean’s thrust grew longer and deeper but remained gentle. They had the rest of
their lives for more passionate or frenzied lovemaking. They intended to take 
their time.


The End

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