A/N: Thanks so much for the truly awesome reviews I got for the last chapter! Luna2k, MirrorFlower and DarkWind, , Azzy494, EloraVashara, and Pocky of NyaNyaLand, you so rock! Lol, I figured that between Charles's telepathy and Erik and Bobby's desires to please him (for separate reasons) he'd hold quite the sway over them. Yes I think Charles would make an awesome president! Also, I'm glad they still seem to be in character! It's a real challenge in a story as goofy as this. But so much fun to imagine what a bunch of stoned mutants could accomplish! Now, for the long awaited wedding!
Vegas
In all the excitement, Charles had forgotten his original purpose for coming to Vegas, but that didn't matter to him. He was sure they could find something fun to do! "Vegas..." he said, thinking out loud, figuring out what to do next. "People...people get married in Vegas, don't they?" He didn't remember much about what he knew about Vegas anymore, except that it was big and people got married there.
"I think you're right," said Erik.
"Then...I'm going to get married!" declared Charles. "Weddings, are so, FUN!"
Erik and Bobby grinned eagerly. Then Erik found himself realizing there was something about this he wasn't sure he liked. "Who are you going to marry, Charles?"
"Well, I'll just find someone who is in love with me, then - " Charles stopped abruptly, and turned towards Erik with a radiant expression. "YOU are in love with me, Erik! How convenient, because I think I'm in love with you too!"
Erik decided the situation had vastly improved, and he didn't mind Charles getting married now, if it was to him.
"This is so groovy! You and I will get married, and Bobby, you can be our best man!"
"I would be honored to be your best man," said Bobby, as formally as a stoned teenager could.
"We'll need someone to marry us, and a reception hall," Erik reminded Charles.
"Yes, yes you're right! And wedding guests! Which will be no problem, of course. No need for wedding invitations when you have me!"
"I have extra suits in our luggage for all of us," Erik said, coherent enough to realize the ones they were wearing weren't looking so good anymore after bailing from Air Force One.
"Erik, you are a lifesaver...my...what is that word?"
"Hero?" supplied Erik.
"I thought it started with an f, but hero works too," allowed Charles. "We'll need a band...too, there's bands at weddings, or DJs...what else is there?"
"Catering," said Erik. "I think." He couldn't remember being to very many weddings, but he did remember there being lots of food and drink. "And a bar."
"We're in luck, I can sense many bars up ahead!" declared Charles. "Maybe that's why people get married here!"
Erik and Bobby nodded. That made perfect sense.
"Don't you worry, my darling...darlings," he said, not wanting Bobby to feel left out. "I'll take care of it all right now!" He raised his finger to his temple, making sure all the necessary people gathered with all the necessary things at all the necessary places.
Erik gazed at Charles with open, soppy admiration as he took care of everything. Bobby took a picture. "There, now you have an engagement photo!"
Charles, finished with his telepathic preparations, beamed at the icemaker. "What would we do without you, Bobby? I certainly wouldn't be where I am today!" Charles was too stoned to realize the true implications of that statement. "Come to think of it, there are photographers at weddings...you must be ours, your pictures are stunning!"
Bobby took it as the compliment Charles meant it as, and beamed back. He was not naturally a confident person, because of hiding his abilities for so long, but Charles's constant encouragement was easing him out of his shell.
Erik decided he didn't like that Charles wasn't paying attention to him. They were about to be married, after all! He thought about what was the right way to get the attention of the person he was to be married to. Then, it came to him! Without hesitation, he moved closer to Charles and kissed him. Charles sensed it coming, and, delighted, kissed him back.
Bobby took another picture.
They kissed for a long time, until Erik nearly ran them into a building, so they stopped. There were many people walking about, and driving by them in cars, but nobody seemed to think there was anything odd about three men in a chariot wheeling forward by itself, because Charles was soothing everyone in the vicinity who he sensed was disturbed by the sight.
"There's so many unhappy people here," Charles complained. "I am going to make it all better!"
"That's - that's what I love about you," said Erik. "You make everything better!"
"Thank you, my darling! I feel the same way!" Charles assured him.
Bobby, not knowing what else to do, kept taking pictures and video. It was his job now, after all!
"There, Erik - there!" said Charles, pointing to an ornate building ahead that looked more like a castle than anything else. "That is where we're getting married! Everyone is there already, and they are so excited!"
The doors to the building were large, so Erik used his powers to open the doors and he floated them in. A crowd was waiting for them, and they were clapping and cheering enthusiastically.
"See, I made them happy!" said Charles proudly. "Now, we must get changed Erik, so we can get married!"
"Charles," said Bobby before they could leave, his face in a frown. "I think I'm running out of...it says...memory?"
"Not to worry, Bobby, there's a gentlemen here who brought many extra memory cards for you! I didn't want you to miss recording one minute of this grand celebration."
"You're amazing," said Erik sincerely.
Bobby took the memory cards from the gentleman, pleased, and started to mingle with the very friendly crowd as Erik and Charles went to get changed in a nearby bathroom. Charles started to take off the goth outfit, then realized it was a bad idea, so he kept it on and put the new suit over it. Erik had finished changing much quicker, and they helped each other with the ties, but gave it up as a bad job when they realized they couldn't do the knots right. They marched out together to more cheering.
"Now we have to go to their chapel in here - the band is about to start - " Charles sent them a suggestion to start playing the wedding march.
Bobby preceded them down the aisle, swaying drunkenly and recording everything. Nothing could wipe the grins off Charles and Erik's faces right now.
At least, until Erik realized something he thought may be important. "Charles? Isn't gay marriage illegal here still?"
"Don't worry about that, I'm the president, remember? I had the good chap here doing the ceremony make an exception and draw up papers and everything. Or wait, didn't I say I was king?" said Charles, worried he didn't get his own name right on the marriage papers. That would be rather embarrassing.
Charles had accidentally projected the subject of his worry to Erik, so Erik said, "I'm sure it looks good no matter what."
"I love you, Erik," Charles responded fervently.
"I love you too, Charles," said Erik, sappy.
They arrived at the altar, then everyone grew quiet so the preacher, or whatever he was, could speak. Charles had suggested to him to do a typical marriage ceremony, so they did all the exchanging of vows. They ran into a bit of a snag when they realized they didn't have rings.
"That's okay," said Erik, summoning the extra metal he brought in the suitcases, fashioning two rings from it. He handed one to Charles.
"My hero," said Charles. Erik just smiled indulgently.
At the end, they kissed, and the preacher introduced them as "Mr. and Mr. Lehnzavier." Charles couldn't decide whose last name to use, so he decided to combine the two.
The band played the wedding march again, since Charles couldn't remember the proper song for the ending so he decided to go with that. Then they all marched out to the huge reception hall, and Erik and Charles sat up on the stage like area, with Bobby joining them. He was their best man, after all.
The guests kept clanking their glasses with their spoons, at Charles's suggestion probably, so he and Erik kept kissing. Finally Bobby interrupted them impatiently. "I think I'm supposed to make a speech, right?" He felt much more assertive now that he felt he belonged.
"Absolutely!" said Charles. "Go right ahead!" He quieted the crowd for Bobby and amplified his voice in their minds, since he couldn't seem to find a microphone. Same difference really.
"My best friends," started Bobby. "I'm so happy to see everyone here tonight!"
There were shouts of agreement.
"I haven't known these two very long, but, they're perfect for each other!" said Bobby. He was supposed to tell an embarrassing story about them now, wasn't he? He couldn't think of anything embarrassing though. He would just have to keep saying how perfect they were for he each other, and how good friends they all were. "There I was, in New York, living my boring life, not fitting in...then, these two came along! Then, I felt happier than I ever have in my life! And I could see, they make each other happier than I've ever seen them in their lives!" It occurred to Bobby that he'd never seen them apart, but it sounded good, so he went with it. "The Englishman and the Viking...an unlikely pair, but what can I say...Love wins!"
People cheered and clapped like crazy after Bobby's speech, making him feel like a million bucks. He sat down, beaming.
Charles and Erik fed each other without shame, including the cake, which looked rather hastily made but was perfection in their eyes. Then Charles realized something. "There's no wedding presents!"
Erik frowned. That wasn't right, was it?
Next chapter: In what is probably my favorite part of the story, Charles gives Erik a wedding present he'll never forget!
