-Oh my goodness, yay! Part Three is here! I've been working so hard on this one, guys, I hope you love it as much as I did. I feel like the ending was a bit abrupt, but endings are always the hardest part for me. So just...don't judge it too harshly XD.

I want to thank all of my reviewers for being awesome. And leaving a final review for this part would make my day that much brighter ;)

More Minewt is coming, so don't worry! Now start reading already :P

PS: Rated M for a certain scene involving Minho and Newt in the shower together. Not that I think you'll mind... XD-

Parked out in Minho's driveway, was a ruby-red, sleek-lined car. It purred in the chilly air. Above, the sky had deepened to the indigo of dusk, a scattering of stars winking down. The moon was climbing higher into the heavens, a disc of snow among the darker skies. A bitter wind stirred the grass and rustled in the tree branches. Night was falling.

Minho shut off the engine and sat in the remaining quiet. His gaze went immediately to the front door of his house. Windows were lighted from the inside, golden and inviting. His heart skipped over beats in his chest. Newt.

From the passenger seat, Teresa let out a long, long breath. "Well...that was certainly interesting," she remarked flatly. She glanced at him sideways, ebony hair obscuring one eye.

"It was, wasn't it?" he asked playfully, and she shook her head at him.

"It didn't go exactly how I expected," she confessed. "But it was still pretty awesome. Nathan's not gonna forget that for a lonnng time." She grinned broadly at the thought of it.

"What part, when you dumped him in front of his friends or when I almost decked him?" Minho asked.

She gave a bark of laughter. "Oh man, I dunno. Probably both."

They snickered together, fellow conspirators at the end of a mission. Minho had to admit, he'd enjoyed himself. It wasn't often he got to act like an asshole to someone because they deserved it. It felt good to let Nathan have it thrown in his face.

Teresa rested her head against the back of her seat, half-tired and half-thoughtful. "Listen," she began, "about that kiss...I really am sorry." She lifted apologetic blue eyes up to his face.

"I said it was fine," Minho reminded her.

"But it really wasn't," she argued gently. "You're my best friend, and you're married. No matter what kind of revenge I was getting, I shouldn't have done that. It would've hurt Newt if he had been there."

Minho wanted to protest, but it was true. Newt would've felt that kiss like a punch to the stomach. Minho released a heavy breath of resignation. "I guess you're right. Newt would've been pretty ticked if he saw that."

Teresa studied him, head tilted to one side. One corner of her mouth turned up. "You guys really are something, you know," she remarked. "I can tell." She shifted in her seat to face Minho better. "When did you realize you were in love with him?"

Minho felt his dopey smile and lowered his gaze away from her. "I was seventeen," he answered. "I saw him for the first time, across the hall at school. As soon as he said my name, I knew I was done for. He was just this..." He broke off with a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "This...angel in jeans and that Fall Out Boy shirt he loves. I was so distracted, I completely missed him introducing himself. I was in love before I even knew his name."

Teresa had her hands clasped together at her chest, sitting straight up in her seat now. "Minho Newton," she declared, her old self coming back as strong as ever. "You are the sappiest, most romantic person I know."

"Shut up," he returned, embarrassed now.

"Have you ever told Newt that story?"

"Um, NO."

"Oh my god, you have to!"

"Teresa..."

"He would be so freaking turned on!"

"TERESA."

She winked at him to let him know she was kidding. "All right, fine, don't tell him. But you'd be missing out on some hot sex."

Minho glanced upward as though looking to heaven for strength. "I'll never understand you," he told her matter-of-factly.

"No one does." She beamed at him, proud and wild and utterly herself again. There was no stopping Teresa now. Then she shooed at him with her hands. "Now get out of my car," she ordered imperiously. "I gotta date with a couch and a romance movie, and you gotta date with, well, ya know."

Minho chuckled as he undid his seat belt and opened his car door. "Yeah, yeah, I know. See ya, Teresa. Don't raise any more hell without me, okay?" He stepped out into the chill and shut the door with a bang. Circling around the front of the car, he headed toward the oak door of his house. He'd made it only halfway before the car beeped insistently. He looked back.

Teresa had moved to the driver's side. Leaning out the window, she showed him her brightest smile. "Thanks again, Minho," she called. "Tell Newt I said hi!" With that, she backed the car down the driveway with a low growl from the engine. Minho raised a hand in farewell as she reached the road and then never stopped. She roared out of sight into the night.

Minho shook his head, new warmth blossoming inside of him. There was no other friend like Teresa, that much was for sure. He'd never expected her to show him this side of her, or a night like this, or a freaking mansion like Nathan's. At that thought, he glanced back up at his own house. The windows still glowed cheerfully. He sighed softly. There was nothing like coming home. He made his way to the front door, pausing in front of it. Briefly, he wondered if he should knock, but decided against it. Fishing his keys out of his pocket, he unlocked the door and pushed inside.

The interior of the house was illuminated to soft yellow by the light of several lamps shining on coffee tables. Minho shut the door behind him with a click and ventured a few steps forward. That was all he got to before a meow of greeting made him glance down. A lean, calico cat padded up to him, blinking big, honey-colored eyes. Minho grinned. "Hey, Coal. You miss me?"

Coal mewed again and wound herself around his legs. Minho bent down to scratch behind her ears. The little cat leaned into his touch and purred contentedly. Her ears flicked when his hand left again, but she simply trotted off in search of something else to do.

Minho straightened up and scanned the house again. The living room to his right was empty. The TV was black and silent. Wandering toward the hallway, he pushed out of his shoes, glad to be free of them. "Angel? Where are you?"

To his surprise, that musical voice called back from down the hall. "Back here."

Minho trailed after the sound of the voice, toward the door of his bedroom. He could tell that it was wide open and more light spilled out of it onto the hardwood floor. "What're you doing back there, all alone?" he asked playfully.

A light laugh. "Reading."

"Of course," Minho chuckled under his breath. He emerged into the bedroom and paused in the doorway. A wide smile etched across his face as he rested a shoulder against the doorframe.

Newt was lying lazily on his back, feet dangling over the side of the bed. He held a book over his face, and his blonde hair fell across his forehead. He wore nothing but a blue pair of Minho's pj bottoms. Marking his place with a bookmark, he glanced up at Minho. "So how was it?" he asked.

"It's a long story," Minho replied with a heavy exhale. He pushed off the doorframe. "And some parts of it would disturb you. Trust me."

"Did you at least mess with Nathan?"

"Oh yeah. He's not gonna be bothering Teresa anytime soon."

Newt smiled and lifted his book again. "That's good then."

Minho hummed in agreement. Then he was staring at Newt again. Remembering his hands in his hair and his lips on Minho's tattoo. He sauntered across the room to the bed. "That's all?" he asked innocently.

"What else did you want me to say?" Newt queried, not taking his attention away from his book. Then he yelped unexpectedly as Minho flopped down on the bed, pinning Newt under him.

Minho braced his forearms on either side of Newt's head. "Something about what happened earlier, maybe?" he suggested quietly. "When you promised to help me get out of all these clothes...?"

"I didn't promise you anything," Newt protested, grinning widely. His storm-blue eyes flickered as he let his book fall forgotten on his chest.

"Lying is rude, you know." Minho ducked his head and nuzzled Newt's neck affectionately. He breathed in that wonderful smell of cinnamon and felt dizzy.

Newt gave a very uncharacteristic giggle and pushed at Minho's shoulders. "Aw, get off me, Min," he muttered. "I'm trying to read here."

Minho allowed himself to be shoved onto the mattress beside Newt. Propping himself up on an elbow, he gazed down at his husband. He watched the way Newt's eyelashes twitched while he read, and how the lamplight played over the lean definition of his arms and stomach. He felt himself start to melt. Reaching out, he traced a finger down Newt's nose, making the blonde look at him again. "My angel," Minho murmured.

Newt turned his head to fully face Minho. "Why do you call me that?" he asked softly.

Minho's fingertips trailed down Newt's neck to his chest. The skin felt lovely and smooth to the touch. "Because it's what you are," he replied. "Because you're beautiful, and sweet, and you're mine."

Newt purred at the touches at his chest and closed his eyes. "Speaking of which..." He slipped his hand to something beside him and held it up. "This is yours." A golden ring gleamed in his fingers.

Minho smiled and offered his hand to Newt. "I do," he joked.

His smile faded though, as Newt took his hand gently in his own. Keeping his eyes fixed on Minho's, Newt touched his lips to Minho's index finger. Tenderly and featherlight, he continued to kiss every one of Minho's fingertips, until he reached his pinky. He took it between his teeth, biting down softly. Minho's breath hitched. Finally, Newt placed one last kiss on Minho's ring finger and slipped his wedding ring back on. "I do," he murmured.

Minho stared at him, feeling like he might cry. "Newt," he breathed out, and shifted in bed again, until he was back on top of the blonde. Without wasting a moment, he kissed him, tasting sugar and desire, feeling Newt lean up into his mouth. Newt's book dropped to the floor as he threaded his fingers into Minho's hair. His tongue found Minho's, parting his lips and stealing his breath. Minho moaned into his mouth. He'd never be able to get enough of this, of Newt. They were too much together, electric and beautiful.

Newt gasped out Minho's name and wrapped his legs around his waist. Minho's self-control was swept away when Newt rolled his hips up into Minho's. Releasing a low whimper, Minho broke away from the smoldering kiss. He was panting as he gazed down at the love of his life. "Oh, sweetheart," he whispered, cupping Newt's face. "I'm so in love with you."

Newt's eyes glistened and he held Minho closer. "Min...I—" He stopped, as Minho stroked his thumb over his cheek. Then his fingers moved higher, to brush strands of blonde hair out of his eyes.

Minho's lips curved up as he noticed Newt reacting to the touch. "God, and you get more gorgeous every day," he whispered.

Newt inhaled shakily, then swore under his breath as a tear escaped down his cheek. "Shuck it, Minho," he mumbled, voice wobbling. "You're gonna make me cry."

Minho bent to kiss the tear from Newt's cheek. "Sorry, love," he murmured. And then he was kissing Newt again, but this time it was deeper. He felt it in every part of him. Newt licked his bottom lip and he whined. "Dammit, I want you, Newt. But I didn't even get a damn shower yet."

Newt tightened his arms around Minho. "We can take one together, you know," he pointed out with a half-grin.

Minho thought. Then he swiftly slid his arms under Newt and lifted him up off the bed as he stood. Newt gave a giddy laugh, his legs secure around Minho's hips. He settled his face into the crook of Minho's neck as Minho carried him out into the hall toward the bathroom. Every once in a while, he'd nibble at Minho's skin, just to make him stumble. They reached the bathroom, with its white sink and frosted-glass shower. Minho fumbled for the light switch and flipped it on. Then he carried his husband to the open door of the shower and set him down in front of it.

"We should—" he was halted by Newt pressing their mouths together and planting his hands on Minho's chest. Minho was caught off-guard as Newt guided him back into the shower and slammed the door. After that, he didn't care about anything anymore. He cradled Newt's jaw as he kissed back languidly, losing himself. He heard Newt's hand searching for the handle of the shower and find it. Hot water poured onto both of them, hissing and soaking their clothes.

Minho drew back and smirked. "You didn't even let me take my clothes off first," he remarked lowly. His hands stayed on Newt's hips, fingers dipping into his waistband. Water sent black strands of hair down into his eyes.

Newt's fingers fell on Minho's vest, on the buttons. "Let me do it," he murmured with a small smile. He made short work of the vest and shoved it off Minho's shoulders. Then there was the shirt. Minho had leaned in and now he was kissing at Newt's ear, nipping the soft curve and his earlobe. Newt's hands started trembling and he couldn't get the buttons undone. "Dammit, Min," he muttered, and gripped Minho's collar. Carelessly, he ripped Minho's shirt open, making buttons clatter onto the floor.

"You want me so bad," Minho commented devilishly, as Newt pulled his shirt down his arms. The water pounded into his shoulder blades and bare back, and God, after being dressed up all night, it felt good.

"You have no idea," Newt agreed unexpectedly. Minho's shirt fell away, revealing the strong curve of his shoulders and the toned ripple of his stomach. Droplets clung to his skin and made the N of his tattoo stand out. Newt placed his palms flat on Minho's chest and ran them down to his stomach. He felt the skin shiver. "Why do you have to be so bloody sexy?" he asked breathlessly. "You drive me crazy."

Minho loved when Newt said things like that, but right now, he was focused on something else. His entire body ached for Newt's touch. "Newt," he said, making Newt meet his eyes. "Normally, I'd love the compliments, but I need your hands on me, now."

Newt caught his lower lip between his teeth before a grin could surface. Then he lowered his mouth to Minho's shoulder. Working the skin with his teeth, he looped his arms around Minho and splayed his hands at his back. The feel of powerful muscle under his fingers made him sigh in bliss. Minho nosed at Newt's hair as his husband continued to kiss his shoulder with growing hunger. He sucked the water from Minho's skin, and Minho made a sound of pleasure from the back of his throat. He pushed his hands deep into Newt's waistband, gripping his bare hips. A sharp gasp tore from Newt's throat, a shudder running down his body.

Minho caught Newt's earlobe between his teeth and teased it with his tongue. Newt whimpered softly, and Minho drew back enough to graze his lips over Newt's ear. "You're not wearing anything under these?" he asked mischievously, tugging at Newt's waistband.

Newt shook his head, his body acting on its own as he dug his nails into Minho's shoulder blades. Minho was about to tease him again, but the words left him when Newt ran his nails down Minho's back. Spine curving under the touch, Minho groaned. Newt's fingers were immediately falling to his belt, unbuckling it shakily. Bowing his head into Newt's shoulder, Minho basked in the heated water pouring over them as Newt undid his pants next. Newt shoved them down hard, taking Minho's boxers with them. His desperate eagerness made Minho tremble.

"Newt..." Minho pulled Newt flush against him, making the blonde's cheeks flush at the intimate press of skin. He tipped Newt's chin up and kissed him again, angling his head to get even closer. He parted Newt's lips easily and heard Newt sigh in bliss. His hands traced over Newt's sides, down to his pants. In one motion, he shoved them down until they fell on their own to the floor. Newt sucked in a breath, turning his face so that Minho's next kiss landed on his jaw. Minho continued to move his mouth back to Newt's ear, then the graceful curve of his neck. He nibbled at the sensitive skin and Newt released a needy sound from his throat. "Minho," he breathed out reverently.

Minho pulled back then to admire his husband. Newt was all drowsy curves and golden skin, as though sure brushstrokes had drawn the lines of his body. His always-tousled hair was turned to a dark honey color by the water. Although he wasn't as big as Minho, there was still strength in his shoulders and arms, tapering to his waist. To Minho, he was absolutely breathtaking.

Newt noticed Minho looking at him and dropped his gaze self-consciously. "I know I don't look...Well, I'm still not—"

Minho cut him off by holding his face between his hands, fingertips sinking into velvety hair. "You're stunning," he told him, and a small smile quirked Newt's lips. Then Minho was taking Newt up in his arms, wrapping the blonde's legs around his waist. Newt shuddered and clung to Minho's shoulders. Minho pressed him up against a wall, watching crystal droplets fall from Newt's hair. Newt's eyes were half-lidded, showing only crescents of stormcloud-blue beneath. Minho felt his heartbeat race. Would Newt ever know how beautiful he was, how much he meant to Minho?

Burying his face in Newt's shoulder, Minho let himself push slowly into Newt. Newt's back arched deliciously, a low moan unhinging from his ribcage. His breaths came in heavy pants as he closed his eyes. Minho had felt this dozens of times before, knew exactly what it was like to be with Newt like this, but it never stopped sending fire into his veins or jumps in his pulse.

He pulled back, then rocked his hips forward into Newt again. His name tore from Newt in a whimper as his husband gripped his shoulders in desperation. Minho took the silent message to move, and began to roll his hips into Newt again and again. The friction sent waves of heat through his body and he couldn't hold back his own mewl of pleasure. As teasing as ever, he kept the pace agonizingly slow, making Newt squirm slightly in his arms. "Min...please...more," he begged, nails clawing into Minho's flesh.

Minho didn't mean to give in so quickly, but he had to, after hearing Newt's beautiful voice beg like that. "Anything you want, love," he murmured huskily. His next thrust was definitely faster, deeper, pushing Newt up the wall. Newt sucked in a breath, eyelids falling closed. He slipped back down the wall, only to be shoved up it again with Minho's next thrust.

Sparks danced across Minho's vision and he struggled not to completely lose his mind. It was too much, but at the same time, it wasn't enough. He found himself plunging into Newt harder, sliding into him roughly in his want for more of this fantastic sensation. Newt's hands left Minho's shoulders, planting onto the wall behind him. His head fell back in ecstasy. Feeling wicked, Minho aimed for the place he knew would drive Newt over the edge, and thrusted into him. Newt's fingertips scratched the tile wall and he cried out.

Seeing his husband go out of his mind always did something to Minho that he couldn't stop. He brought his mouth to Newt's neck as he moved, licking the drops from his skin. He was harsher now, grinding into Newt, and making him whine, and moan, and beg. It was enough to send shivers the whole way up Minho's spine. Groaning into Newt's neck, he reached his climax at the same time Newt did. Ripples of flame racked his body and Newt's hand came up to grip his arm. Stars spun dizzily behind his eyes.

He finally felt every muscle relax as he held Newt against him. The blonde's ragged pants met his ears, over the pound of the water around them. After a few moments, Newt tenderly kissed Minho's cheek and whispered, "I love you, Minho."

Minho managed a crooked smile and closed his eyes. "I love you too," he murmured, putting all his feeling into it. "God, I love you so much." He rested his forehead against Newt's, standing together in the pounding water.

-o-o-o-

They spent the rest of the glorious night together, first in the shower, then in bed, never wearing anything more than their wedding rings.