My hands were trembling and I looked at my reflection in the mirror. "I look hideous," I mumbled, trying to fix my hair. Behind me, Maman grabbed my shoulders and swatted my hand away.

"Don't mess your hair up, it looks fine."

"I look like a fool with short hair, Maman."

"You look fine. It's still curly, too, so Edward's got those lovely curls to play with on your honeymoon."

I ran a hand through my hair nevertheless. It was odd, being able to see my face, but Enjolras had done the same to his own hair — cut off his golden locks in favour of a shorter hair style. I would miss tugging on those curls when we were alone. It was a sacrifice we both made for our wedding, but I was almost certain we would soon have our long hair again.

"Mon fils," Maman whispered, turning me around. She reached up and cradled my jaw in her hand. "You have grown up so much. You are not yet nineteen and you are getting married!"

I smiled and kissed her cheek. "I am nervous, Maman."

She smiled softly. "You have a right to be. But once you are up there with your beloved, you will feel all nerves fade." At that, I held back a sound of disgust. How would she know? She wasn't even married, nor had she ever been married.

The door opened and in came Joly, who smiled at me. "You ready? E's all set."

Was I ready? I wasn't entirely sure, because I was nervous as hell. Maman hooked her arm around mine, giving me a look. There was no need for me to answer Joly, because the look in her eyes said I had no choice. She wanted me to get married now.

"I'm ready, Joly," I answered, taking a deep breath.

Maman pulled me over to the door, looking up at me. "I didn't think I'd ever get to walk you up the aisle. When you were young I thought that you would be marrying some lovely young lady, and you would be a few years older. And then when you came out, I never thought you would be marrying. A civil partnership, maybe, but not marriage…"

"You sound disappointed," I teased.

"No, of course not! Edward is a lovely young man, and I wouldn't want to give you away to just any other young man. Plus he's very responsible."

I didn't mention the barricades to her yet, nor did I plan on it any time soon. And suddenly there was music playing — I don't remember the name, but it was a typical song you would hear at a wedding. The big wooden doors opened and my grip on Maman's arm tightened. Immediately I ducked my head, because all eyes were on me and I hated being the center of attention.

My head still down, I raised my eyes. First I noticed my family — aunts, uncles, cousins, my future stepfather. And then on Enjolras's side, there was his foster mother and her boyfriend, and his foster siblings; there were a few other people, most of which I did not recognise.

But then I noticed Enjolras. Even from one end of the aisle, I noticed the adventure in those eyes of his. His suit was black, but his tie and boutonnière were blood red. I smiled fondly, knowing full well he loved those colours. His hair was short, parted to the side. And highlighted a little. I giggled a little, glancing to Maman as we started to walk. I noticed everyone looking at me, which made me blush furiously.

Enjolras finally turned, and his smile faded as we approached. Was he unhappy? Did I look bad? I looked down at myself. The white suit looked fine. The coal button-down was tucked in and buttoned in the right places. Even the red tie was straight as ever. Why wasn't he smiling?

He stepped down, meeting me and my mère. She looked at me, then kissed my cheek. After a beat, she turned her tear-filled eyes to Enjolras.

"Take good care of my son," she said, eyeing him. It was as though she wanted to be frightening, but she couldn't. She kissed his cheek, then kissed me again before hurrying off to join Claude in the front pew.

Enjolras offered me his arm, and I took it. He led me up to the kneelers placed at the front of the altar, looking to me.

"You look….Gorgeous."

"Look who's talking."

The priest, Bishop Myriel, cleared his throat and the both of us looked to him. He offered a calm, gentle smile.

"Boys, if you will be so kind, please be quiet."

Enjolras squeezed my hand, and I barely paid attention. I was so focused on this moment, becoming one with my beloved Apollo. Looking down, I fidgeted with the sleeves of my shirt. His fingers brushed against the scars on my wrist, and I heard him whisper that everything would be okay and he would make all that was bad good again.

Bishop Myriel looked at Enjolras, smiling. "It is time to exchange your vows and the rings. Please turn and face each other, and please hold hands."

Enjolras smiled as we turned to each other, and he took both of my hands in his own. "I, Edward Enjolras, affirm my love to you, Nicholas Grantaire, as I invite you to share my life. You are the most beautiful, smart, and generous person I have ever known, and I promise always to respect you and love you. With kindness, unselfishness and trust, I will work by your side to create a wonderful life together. I take you, Nicholas, to be my lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health for as long as we both shall live."

Myriel handed him a ring, a gorgeous golden wedding band. Already I was choked up, I knew I would have trouble saying my own vows.

"Nicholas," Enjolras breathed as he slipped the ring on with my engagement ring, "with this ring, I thee wed."

I sniffed, trying my best to hold back tears. Bishop Myriel nodded to me, and I took a shaky but deep breath.

"Edward Enjolras, today I become your h-husband and you become mine. I will strive to give you the best of myself, while accepting you the way you are. I promise to respect you as a whole person with y-your own interests, desires, and needs, and to realize that those are sometimes different, but no less important than my own." Suddenly I found myself unable to continue, a stupid smile on my face and tears running down my cheeks. I looked at the ground, taking a deep breath and attempting to gather my wits to at least make it through my vows and giving him the ring. "I promise to keep myself o-open to you, to let you in to my innermost fears and feelings, secrets and dreams. I promise to grow along with you, to be willing to face change as we both change, keeping our relationship a-alive and exciting. And finally…" I took a deep breath again, my voice shaky and faltering a bit. "...finally I promise to love you in good times and in b-bad, with all I have to give and all that I am, in the only way I know how — completely and f-forever."

I took the ring, another golden wedding band. I had picked it myself, and on the sides of it were our initials and tumblr URLs. Taking his hand in mine, I slipped the ring on his finger.

"E-Edward, with this ring, I thee wed…"

"By the power vested in me," the bishop said, looking to our guests, "I pronounce you a married couple." He glanced back at us. "You may now kiss the bridegroom."

One of Enjolras's hands touched my waist and he pulled me closer, his other hand immediately cupping my cheek as his lips pressed against mine. I put one hand on his chest, closing my eyes and relaxing in his arms. There was a thunderous applause as we kissed, and suddenly a shout.

"Edward's getting laid tonight!"

Our kiss broke, my face flushing, no doubt. Enjolras turned, and, standing in the front row, was Christian Courfeyrac. I buried my face in Enjolras's neck, and he chuckled as he kissed my ear.

"I love you, Dionysus," he murmured.

I smiled. "I love you too, Apollo."

And that was it. We were married. Finally, we were united! Monsieur and Monsieur Edward Enjolras. I hummed. We were so accustomed to calling each other by our last names, though. But I had a better idea. Monsieur and Monsieur Apollo. I giggled at the thought, and Enjolras smiled and held me tight against him before escorting me out of the Church.

A moan escaped my lips as I felt his teeth against my throat, his hand stroking my member furiously. My fingers grasped onto the back of his coat, tugging down and clenching the fabric.

"Come for me, Dionysus," he purred. He captured my lips in a passionate kiss, nibbling on my bottom lip. His hand tugged a little. "Do me a favour and come for me…"

It was hard to resist, with that tone. I would have released myself and been loud about it, but his lips were crushed against mine and muffled me. But my body shook as I came, and I whimpered. He smirked and kissed me again.

"You're so handsome, you know. All undone for me like that, right before we go into our wedding party." He peppered my face and neck with kisses, pulling my trousers and boxers up. "I can't wait until our honeymoon, I'll be able to screw you senseless."

I tucked my shirt back in, swallowing. "I'll get the upper hand once, I mean it." To be honest, however, I doubted I would ever dominate him. He was the Alpha, and I was more than content with it.

He helped me ready myself, wiping the sweat from my skin. I fixed his hair, getting it back into the nice way it had been before. My heart was still beating wildly in my chest and my body was buzzing from the orgasm I had just endured. But the smile I wore was wider than I think it has ever been in my entire life.

"Are you ready?" he asked, kissing me softly and going to open the bathroom door.

I nodded, quickly hurrying after him and taking his hand. He fixed my tie and collar, hiding the marks he had left on me, and tugged me along. Joly smiled at us, then stepped into the doors.

"May I be the first to say, welcome and congratulations to Monsieur and Monsieur Apollo!"

There was laughter and more applause as we stepped inside, and we smiled and beamed at each other. With idiotic grins on our faces, we made our way through the crowd. We passed my mother and she hugged me, and Enjolras hugged his own mother. Then we sat down, his hand holding mine.

"You told Joly to introduce us like that, didn't you?"

I grinned, looking down at my lap. "Maybe." I glanced back up at his face.

He started at me, aghast. "You little shit!"

Before anything could happen, I jumped up right out of my seat and started running towards the bar, giggling like mad. I was able to lose him and hid behind the bar, sneaking around and under the entrance, and snuck up behind him. I ignored that people were whispering about us, stifling their laughter. There was a moment his back was to me, and he glanced around looking at me. Taking this as my moment, I pounced on his back, locking my hands around his waist.

He made a surprised sound, much like a shout, and turned his head and laughed. "You're such a child!"

Once he had finally pried me off, he turned around and held me in his arms.

"Hey, let's see them dance!"

I blinked, turning my head. "Dance?" I echoed. "Oh, no…"

He looked down at me. I had made him pick the song we were dancing to, only because I really didn't like to dance. I couldn't dance, I was always tripping over myself even when I was sober!

"You look so adorable, you know."

"Flattery won't make me dance."

He chuckled, pulling me towards the dance floor. "You're right, but I can make you."

My eyes must have widened a lot, but I felt Maman push me forward.

"Let me see you dance, chéri," she asked.

I huffed, and suddenly Enjolras pulled me against his chest. His lips caressed my cheek lightly before he whispered softly, "I know you took classes, you dork."

I blushed, but nodded.

"This is your typical ballroom dancing, it's okay. Do you want to lead?"

I shook my head. "No, you lead."

He smiled, and suddenly the music began. I recognised it from 'Wicked' and I looked up at him.

"You sing Elpheba's part, I'll sing Fiyero's."

I nodded, and we started to dance. Our movements were very professional, with the exception of me stumbling once or twice. And we started to sing.

"Kiss me too fiercely

Hold me too tight

I need help believing

You're with me tonight."

I paused, surprised at what I heard. No Elpheba. Just…Me. When I glanced down, I noticed that there was a small, red microphone attached to my tie. I looked at him, completely agog by this. But nevertheless, I kept singing for him.

"My wildest dreamings

Could not foresee

Lying beside you

With you wanting me.

Just for this moment

As long as you're mine

I've lost all resistance

And crossed some borderline.

And if it turns out

It's over too fast

I'll make every last moment last

As long as you're mine."

Enjolras smiled, kissing my jaw lovingly. He hummed a bit, then started singing along as well.

"Maybe I'm brainless

Maybe I'm wise

But you've got me seeing

Through different eyes.

Somehow I've fallen

Under your spell,

And somehow I'm feeling

It's up that I fell."

And then we both started to sing.

"Every moment

As long as you're mine

I'll wake up my body

And make up for lost time.

Say there's no future

For us as a pair,

And though I may know,

I don't care.

Just for this moment

As long as you're mine

Come be how you want to

And see how bright we shine.

Borrow the moonlight

Until it is through

And know I'll be here

Holding you

As long as you're mine."

When our song ended, I curled up in his arms. "Oh god, Apollo, I love you."

He smiled, pressing his forehead against mine. "I love you more."

I couldn't help the giggle that left my lips, and he kissed me. There was no doubt that we would be dancing more throughout the night.

We had our dinner, some filet mignon for the both of us. It was delicious. The entire time his hand held mine — save for when we were cutting our food. When we finished, we went to dance a little more. He told me there was another song that we would have to do, only because he really wanted to sing a little more. (His guilty pleasure was singing, after all, and it wasn't often I was given the chance to indulge myself in front of others.)

We went out to stand under the stars for a little while, looking out over the balcony. My back was against his chest, his arms locked around my waist, my arms holding his and his head resting against mine. Slowly, our bodies rocked along with the music. This moment was perfect, and no other sticks in my memory the way this one does.