Author's Note: Yes. It is a sequel. No, I do not feel guilty. Also, if you don't know already – I've started blogging. Yes, me. Not as MatildaHummingbird, but actually me – Jo. The URL has been made my homepage on my profile so please check it out, and if you like what you read – follow me!

Quick Note: I will not be completing the Fics 'Dream Ring' and 'Lassie Hates Ramen Noodles' – if anyone wants to take them off my hands, feel free to do so. Until then they will be kept under my penname as unfinished works.

With that said – please enjoy this fic and keep in mind, that as usual I am horrible at re-reading my own work. I picked at it as best I could, and fixed what errors I found, but I'm sure there's still typos aplenty so I apologize in advanced!

~Matilda.

Warning: This chapter contains an x-rated scene involving two men and a struck stop bathroom. If that makes you uncomfortable DO NOT read this fic!

A -Killer- Wedding

It was a wedding, the small church just between the cities of Santa Barbara and Coral Haven was adorable, and quaint. Every car parked outside of it was parked as neatly as could be. The day was beautiful, the sun was shining, and it was just warm enough that the citizen's of the surrounding California cities -could easily walk outside without breaking into a sheet of sweat. However for the residents inside the church, it was currently an exaggerated 1 million degrees, a temperature that didn't sit well with a Psychic who was currently dressed in a suit.

"I still don't understand why we have to be here." Shawn grumbled and tried straitening his tie, he didn't exactly hate formal events, but he never agreed to going to one where he barely knew the people involved. Being here? Was all Gus' idea. "Tell me again why we're here?"

"We went to high school with the bride's sister." Gus reminded Shawn then. The two sat in the church pew in uncomfortable silence, the wedding taking place around them was dull. The vows were spoken lowly, the priest's voice was dry and at least 20 people sitting in the pews in front of them -were texting.

"Romantic." Shawn mused a bit bitterly, and he sunk in his seat. Though truthfully, he wished he could get to his own phone. He wanted nothing more than to be able to text Lassie and tell him how incredibly bored he was without him. Unfortunately for him, Gus had talked him into leaving his phone in the glove compartment of the blueberry, thus leaving Shawn with no way of connecting to his boyfriend.

Shawn and Lassiter had been dating now for roughly 10 months, sometimes Shawn had trouble wrapping his head around the fact that they had lasted this long. Of course now it didn't seem like such a mystery. Shawn watched the ceremony before him drag on and on, and he couldn't help but judge. The groom was like – what? 10? Maybe 15 years older than the bride? This wedding had 'stage' written all over it.

"I bet he has a huge..." Shawn started talking but Gus cut him off.

"Don't be rude Shawn!" Gus cursed in a whisper.

"Will." Shawn finished. "I bet he has a huge will. Why else would she be subjecting herself to that?"

"They've been together ten years." Gus said. "Who cares, just drop it."

"Fine." Shawn whispered. "But I'm stealing the cake toppers later."

Gus' response was to just roll his eyes and lean back in his seat, the ceremony continued and Shawn fell back into an uncomfortable silence, twiddling his thumbs and staring at the ceiling.

Finally – finally the ceremony had ended and Shawn and Gus were having coffee at a truck stop before heading back to the hall connected to the little church for the reception. The reception wasn't for another half n hour, so Gus had graciously given Shawn permission to fish his phone out of the car. That finally meant that Shawn now had ample time, and the means to give his boyfriend a phone call. He excused himself from the small table and whipped out his phone heading into the bathroom whilst dialling Lassie's home number.

Lassiter answered and he sounded a tad distracted. Shawn could hear the detective's television on in the background, and developed this image in his head of Lassiter watching cartoons, wrapped in a blanket and eating cereal. Shawn grinned, even though he knew cartoons wasn't even close to what Lassiter was watching.

"Hello?"

"Lassie!" Shawn greeted. "How are you enjoying your Saturday without me?"

Lassiter from his spot on the couch straightened up a bit, and grabbing for his remote, he turned down the volume on his television set. "It's quiet." Lassiter admitted. "I actually debated taking a nap earlier."

Shawn gave a low chuckle. "You? Nap? During your Duke marathon?"

Lassiter's jaw slacked a bit. "Now how did you know I was having a Duke marathon?"

"I had a vibe." Shawn teased. "Well that and I saw all the John Wayne DVDs sitting in alphabetical order on your coffee table before I left last night – so where are you?"

"The Night Riders." Lassiter said lightly. "It's a little far down the list, so admittedly, I may have skipped a few titles."

Shawn smiled into the phone. "Thus ruining your perfect alphabetical plan." Shawn chuckled. "I'm rubbing off on you I see..."

"I like The Night Riders." Lassiter defended. "So I put on The Night Riders."

"Hmm..." Shawn was barely listening; just the thought of rubbing off on Lassie had given him a wicked idea. Turning, he locked the door behind him. "So I'm not rubbing off on you then?"

"No." Lassiter said. "You just like to think you are."

"I like thinking about a lot of things..." Shawn said lowly. "Especially rubbing off on you – detective."

From his couch, Lassiter's brows started heading for his hair line. "Shawn?"

"Yeah, say my name..." Shawn encouraged. From inside the bathroom of the truck stop, his free hand was massaging his chest.

"Shawn..." Lassiter obliged, but he was a little confused thus changing his tone. "Spencer – where are you calling me from?"

"Hmmm." Shawn answered. "Some coffee place outside of the city, and I'm craving your touch." Shawn moaned into the phone.

Lassiter's face went completely red. "Shawn stop it!" He encouraged. "You're in public, you could get arrested for indecent exposure – hang up the phone."

Shawn knew that Lassiter wouldn't be into it right away – when it came to stuff like this Lassiter had to be coaxed and teased, not that Shawn currently minded. He was in a mood.

"Only if I get caught." Shawn explained, and his hand travelled down his chest to stroke at his stomach – though he still hadn't reached past the fabric of his shirt. "Are you going to catch me Lassie?"

Lassiter fought it, Shawn's voice was low and so -so- inviting...But the fact of the matter was, Shawn was currently calling him from a public washroom. He could get caught, by either a cop, or even worse, another man who might not think twice about taking advantage. The feelings that circled in Lassiter's gut now were odd; sexual desire, anxiety, and jealousy all balled into one. Lassiter sighed. Shawn always had that effect on him. "Don't." Lassiter tried again.

"I wish you were with me." Shawn purred. "I need your hands on me Lassie...all over..." Shawn's hand went under his shirt, he pretended it was Lassie touching him, the first sensation of skin on skin making Shawn gasp and moan a little louder. The gasp was all Lassiter needed to hear.

"Yeah?" Lassiter gave in, part of him still wanted Shawn to hang up and smarten up, but the rest of him was listening to the pleading tone in Shawn's voice and Lassiter couldn't resist. His own free hand fell into his lap.

"Yeah..." Shawn whispered. "Nice and rough, ripping off my clothes."

"God dammit Spencer..." Lassiter's breath hitched, and he could feel himself getting hard. His hand fumbled at his pants. "Is that what you want from me?"

"So bad." Shawn breathed into the phone. "I want you throw me down on that desk of yours, completely naked..." By now Shawn had snaked his hand into his own pants, and he was squeezing the full length of his arousal, picturing very clearly the things Lassie would be doing to him on that desk...

Lassiter had his own hand on his member now, and his breath was making his phone slightly stick to his cheek. "Am I slamming you into the desk?" Lassiter asked. "Am I making you beg for it?"

Shawn was stroking faster, the image in his head was him and Lassie, splayed on Lassiter's desk, Lassiter's hands all over his body while Lassiter made love to him from behind. "God yes Lassie..." The imagery was too much, Shawn was going to finish.

"Then beg for it." Lassie growled a bit, and the rough tone in his voice made Shawn break out into a shiver. The first time Lassiter had growled in bed, Shawn had thought it was a little weird. However Shawn quickly learned it meant that Lassiter was becoming possessive, and possessive meant rough, and god knew Shawn loved rough.

"Please Lassie..." Shawn's voice heightened a bit; he couldn't control the way Lassiter made him sound so desperate. The screen of his cell phone at this point was completely fogged over. "Give it to me."

Lassiter had his hand wrapped tightly around himself, pumping in a feverish pace, he sunk into his couch, his moans coming out hoarse cries...Shawn might not be with him, but he was making the detective feel amazing. "Say my name. Say it."

"Uh..." Shawn was almost there...he kept slowing down to try to make himself last just a little longer, but Lassiter's demands couldn't get ignored. "..Carlton...Carlton..."

"Yes." Lassiter breathed. "More..more...cum for me.."

"Carlton, Carlton!" Shawn lost control; he let out another high moan and spilled himself completely onto his hand. From his couch Lassiter could tell exactly when Shawn reached that breaking point, and the way Shawn cried out had Lassiter losing it at the same time.

Both men took a second to catch their breaths, Shawn on his end, looked down at his hand, covered and dripping, Shawn had been careful not to get any on his pants...After all he still had a reception to go to..

"You were fantastic." Shawn purred, and he cradled the phone with his chin to wash his hands.

"I kind of hate you right now." Lassiter grumbled a bit, and surprisingly that reaction made Shawn laugh.

"Of course you do Lassie, let me guess. I ruined another shirt?" Shawn's voice was teasing. On his end, Lassiter looked down at his shirt; half unbuttoned and stained with his seed.

"You owe me a wardrobe."

"I'll get right on that." Shawn's voice softened considerably, and as easy as counting from 1-3 the couple went from talking dirty to talking normally. Sometimes Shawn thought it was scary just how easily he could incorporate the detective into every aspect of his life. "I have to go...I left Gus waiting."

"...You left your best friend in a coffee shop, so you could call your boyfriend from a public restroom and masturbate?"

"Nope!" Shawn said assuredly. "Originally it was going to be a friendly check in call, the masturbation just kind of happened."

Back on his couch, Lassiter frowned. "You're a horrible person." He was joking. Partly. Shawn just laughed again.

"I'll see you tonight Lassie." Shawn's voice became soft.

"See you tonight." Lassiter agreed and the two hung up. Lassiter sat in silence, like Shawn he was astounded at how easily the two fit together in every way, only the fact didn't scare him, it gave him some sort of weird hope. His clean hand travelled to his pocket, and he took a second to squeeze the ring box he had been carrying on him for 4 months now.

Meanwhile Shawn finished washing up, and straitening up his clothes, and he exited the bathroom heading to Gus who looked annoyed. "Dude." Gus exasperated. "You took so long."

"Sorry." Shawn said casually, "but that church was really stuffy, and you know me, sometimes stuffy air effects me in a bad way."

Gus immediately held up his hand to stop Shawn from talking. "No more details after stuffy air – please."

Shawn gave a bit of an evil grin and clapped his hands. "Anyway are we done here?"

"Yeah we're done." Gus said. "Let's get the bill and head to the reception."

The reception was just as small and quaint as the wedding, friends of the bride and groom all collaborated in the center of the room, and they were talking about how happy they were for the couple. Shawn and Gus on the other hand were at the bar, ordering shots and trying to figure out who was who.

"I think the guy with the goatee was in my art class." Shawn mused. "He was really bad at pottery."

"Dude." Gus quirked a brow. "You took art?"

"Kind of, it was an easy A." Shawn said. "Well at first it would've been an easy A, but then it just became the class I skipped to go see..." Shawn cut himself off then. He was about to mention Marcus Tuly, a man he hadn't thought about or seen in 10 months when he was solving the Atkinson murder, a man he had been involved with years ago, a man whose father was partially responsible for the bullet scar in Shawn's side.

"Ah." Gus understood. Mentioning Marcus meant mentioning the Atkinson case, and even though Gus wasn't too heavily involved, the case still ended with him getting knocked out and nearly losing his best friend. Neither of them liked talking about it. "Another shot?"

"Another shot." Shawn agreed, and they turned back to the bar, easily changing the subject. "Hey Gus, don't look now, but I think one of the bride's maids is checking you out."

"What?" Gus lifted his head a bit, but he didn't turn to look. "For how long?"

"Since we got here." Shawn answered. "But now she's making it a little too obvious." Shawn against his better judgement waved to the girl with a goofy grin on his face. "Gus look, she's waving back."

"No." Gus gritted his teeth a bit. "Shawn stop it, you know I'm dating Juliet."

"I know." Shawn said in a light tone. "But the sooner she gets over here, the sooner you can turn her down, and then the night will be less awkward."

"You're waving her over here? !" Gus protested, and sure enough just as he said that, a female voice broke between them.

"Hi! I'm Nora!"

"And I'm leaving." Shawn winked and skipped away. He took the opportunity away from Gus to examine the reception hall; it was well decorated with pink flowers and black ribbons, the bridal table containing a giant cup cake tower rather than a tier cake. Shawn's sweet tooth was immediately enticed and he weaved through wedding guests to get to it. Shawn's hand wrapped around a chocolate cupcake -when a hand came down a little hard on his shoulder, out of reflex, Shawn jumped and turned ready to strike. Only to come face to face with the man whose name he just narrowly avoided earlier in conversation.

"Marcus." Shawn's mouth went completely dry; he suddenly didn't want that cupcake anymore.

"Small world." Marcus offered lightly, "I honestly didn't think you'd be here." Shawn noticed that Marcus was dressed in a suit – of course he was. Everyone was.

"I didn't think you'd be here." Shawn countered. "I didn't see you at the wedding."

"Traffic was backed up, I didn't make the wedding." Marcus explained.

"Backed up?" Shawn repeated – why the hell was he making small talk? "Gus and I drove here too – traffic was fine."

"I'm not staying in Santa Barbara; I came in from Coral Haven."

"Ah." Shawn said. Good god he could use another drink. "Well, I should...get back to Gus now. You have a good night."

"Yeah." Marcus replied a little awkwardly. "You have a good night too."

Shawn made a move to leave, completely ready to leave the reception entirely, but before he could take a step, Marcus was joined by another man. The man was shorter than Marcus by a head, and his cropped auburn hair was a compliment to Marcus' darker spikes. He easily linked arms with Marcus, and didn't think twice about giving Shawn a warning glare.

"Marcus baby, who is this?" The man's voice was oddly grating.

"Randall. This is Shawn Spencer. Shawn is a frie- old acquaintance of mine. He's the psychic I told you about."

Randall gave Shawn another look over, and seemed to grow a rather smug expression on his face, like he was suddenly sure he could take Shawn down in a fight. Shawn oddly thought that was funny. "Yeah." Shawn agreed with Marcus. "I was just heading back to my friend."

"Oh what?" Randall said a little hotly. "Not going to stick around for small talk?"

"Honey..." Marcus used a small voice. "He was just here grabbing a cupcake."

"Well." Randall caved. "Okay, I actually need to make a quick call. Enjoy the rest of the reception Shawn; I'm sure we'll be running into each other later."

Randall left, leaving a very flustered Shawn with Marcus who looked down right embarrassed. "Randall seems nice." Shawn said sarcastically. "Very comfortable with you."

"He's actually really sweet." Marcus tried. "Once you get passed the jealousy issues."

"He's got issues alright..." Shawn grumbled, and he had to wonder if Randall knew about his and Marcus' past. Even though it didn't mean anything to him, Shawn delighted in the idea of telling Randall exactly how he and Marcus used to know each other, and watching Randall's face turn 30 shades of red. "How long have you two been dating?" Shawn asked curiously.

"I met him right after I moved out of Santa Barbara actually, and uh - we're not dating."

Shawn blinked. "You're not dating?"

"Oh no." Marcus explained. "We're actually engaged."

Shawn blinked twice. "You're not wearing a ring."

"I know." Marcus said. "It's getting fitted."

"Right." Shawn had no idea why he was still standing there. Finally though he found his footing. "I'm going back to Gus." Shawn darted back across the reception hall, where Gus was still sitting – and still talking to Nora.

"Yeah she's the light of my life." Gus was explaining. "The mornings when I wake up next to that pretty smile are the best. I can't get enough of her."

Nora was swooning. "Oh! Your girlfriend Juliet is like- the luckiest girl in the world! You're like a prince right out of a romance novel!"

Shawn couldn't help but laugh at that, he stepped forward. "Nora, was it? Yeah, sorry to interrupt but I need a word with Gus if you don't mind."

"Oh not at all." Nora gave a wide smile and left.

Gus looked to Shawn and noticed the look on his face. "Everything alright?"

"No we need to leave" Shawn said, "-and now. I just ran into Marcus."

"Are you serious?" Gus looked stunned. "Why is he even here?"

"Guessing by his age, I'm thinking friend of the groom." Shawn said quickly. "But anyway, he's here, its making me feel all loony-binish, and he has this fiancé with him I'm more than positive thinks I'm a potential threat."

"Alright, fair enough." Gus said. "We'll go find our coats and head home, this reception is boring anyway and it's not like either of us have a reason to stay."

Right at that moment, there was a blood curdling scream from one of the back rooms. Shawn and Gus stared wide eyed at each other, before doing what everyone else did, and ran towards the back room to see what was happening.

It seemed everyone in the reception hall had crammed into the back room, and when Shawn got there, he had trouble peering over people's shoulders. Random gasps of surprise invaded his ear drums as he stood on his tippy toes trying to get a glimpse of the scene.

"Oh my god.."

"What happened?"

"The bride?"

"and on her wedding day..."

"Shawn." Gus called finally, "What's happening."

Shawn could only guess from what he heard, he signalled to Gus that he would be two seconds, and he started pushing his way through people to get to the front of the crowd. When he got there, the scene he came too was pretty gruesome. The bride lay at the end of the room, with a knife still sticking out of her throat. Shawn winced a bit, but went right back to doing what he needed to do and started taking in the details around her body.

"Shawn." Gus' voice sounded beside him, he had taken Shawn's lead and had pushed his way to the front. "Shawn what -...oh..."

"This is your fault." Shawn hissed a bit at Gus.

"My fault?" Gus went on the defensive.

"Yeah." Shawn countered. "You jinxed us you jinxer, because now we have a reason to stay."

Gus rolled his eyes, and had to turn away, the scene was just a little too bloody, and it was needless to say he hadn't grown as accustomed to dead bodies as Shawn had.

Shawn finished taking in what he could, and decided to speak up then, people were still crowding the room to get a look – neither of them being the groom, another detail Shawn noticed right away.

"OKAY!" Shawn stepped away from everybody and turned to face them, he regarded Gus with a nod, and saw that Marcus and Randall were also nowhere to be seen – awesome. Shawn kept talking. "If I could just have everyone's attention please! Yes, you ma'am in that hideous fur jacket, I mean you too- stop moving."

The crowd kept whispering.

Shawn gave an exasperated sigh, and brought his hands to his mouth whistling loudly. "LISTEN UP!" Shawn shouted. "My name is Shawn Spencer, and I work with the SBPD, we have a murder case on our hands. So I'm asking everyone to PLEASE go back to the main hall, have a seat, and remain CALM my partner Gus and I are going to call the police if they haven't been called already, and I'm sure they're going to want to talk to every single of one of us!"

"The police have already been called."

That annoying voice of course belonged to Randall. Shawn turned and saw that he and Marcus had just come in from the side. "Perfect." Shawn forced himself to say. "Then they'll get here soon enough, and we can get to work."

"They'll get to work." Randall corrected. "You're not doing anything."

"I work with the police department." Shawn said. "That's up for them to decide."

"You do?" Randall's tone was a little mocking. "Funny -I work FOR the police department, and I've never met you before in my life." With that Randall reached into his pocket pulling out a badge. It wasn't SBPD though – it was Coral Haven's logo on the ID card, Randall's picture looking stoic next to his full title Dt. Randall Peters. "Investigation will start, just as soon as my backup arrives, but thank you Mr. Spencer, for moving the main crowd back to the reception area. I'll be sure to mention you briefly in my final report."

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Shawn couldn't hide his surprise and his immediate distaste for the situation. He looked right at Marcus who looked a little guilty – like he should've given Shawn warning. Marcus idly rubbed the back of his head, and looked away.