It was a long couple of months of recovery for Cain, but having Ambrose by his side constantly was better than any medication. His son had returned from half way across the kingdom, and was thrilled that his father finally was starting to move on. Cain couldn't help but laugh when his son said, "You and him? Yeah, I saw that coming a mile away!" He couldn't have been happier.
The two of them felt the love all around them from the others, as well as for each other, and they were drunk on the bliss. They slept in each other's arms each night, and during the day, Ambrose would do his work in Cain's room, taking frequent breaks to snuggle and massage Cain's sore limbs. Ambrose found out what went wrong on the generator, and berated himself for such an elementary mistake. Cain had to constantly remind him that it wasn't his fault. That it was no one's fault. And if nearly getting crushed helped the two of them cement together, then Cain would've been more than happy to do it again and again.
As time went on, and Cain was able to move around more often, there was an unspoken issue between them that caused a little awkward sexual tension, but they didn't let it disturb their happiness.
One day, while Ambrose was working in his own lab, he could hear the other man clamber in not too quietly with the cast still on his leg, but he didn't turn to look. Soon, he was embraced from behind by a pair of strong arms that snaked around his waist. Ambrose leaned into the embrace as a soft pair of lips touched his temple.
"Just finished with the doctor. Day after tomorrow, I'll lose my final cast, and I'll be deemed fully healed. Still can't do training or heavy lifting for a while, but I'll be more or less back to normal."
Ambrose turned around in the embrace, and moved his arms to around the man's neck and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. "Congratulations Love. I know how frustrated you've been with your immovability, even though you've gone to great lengths to hide it."
It was true. Being stuck in a bed the whole time nearly drove him crazy. Yet he would sooner die than voice his discomfort to the other man who's done so much for him. He leaned his forehead against Ambrose. "Thank you for your patience."
"I know you would do the same for me, Love."
Cain kissed him tenderly. Then backed up enough to look into his eyes. "I was wondering if you would like to join me in the southern garden that evening after I finish. We can watch the sunset and have a picnic."
Ambrose nearly melted at those words, and he couldn't help the large smile that showed Cain how much he loved that idea. "Since when did you become so romantic?"
Cain smirked impishly, "You haven't seen anything yet, sweetheart." With that, he stole another kiss. And this one didn't end quickly.
The evening of Cain's liberation, Ambrose found himself with butterflies in his stomach. He had no idea what the evening was to bring, and he couldn't help the bubble of excitement that raised in his throat. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest, as he heard the long awaited knock on the door. "Come in." He could barely keep his voice level as the door opened revealing the most handsome prince in all the land. Cain had definitely taken some time to fix his appearance. He stood in a formal suit, perfectly tailored to accentuate the firm body underneath. He was clean shaven, and his hair was neatly tamed. Ambrose actually felt under dressed in his official uniform. He tried to joke, "You could have told me the invite meant for this to be a formal occasion." He swallowed the lump forming in his throat.
Cain walked gracefully to where Ambrose stood. "It's a private affair, and since you look perfect in anything you wear, I decided to make a little extra effort." He smoothly extended his arm, ready to escort the other man. "Shall we go?" Ambrose took his arm, and tried not to let his nerves affect his ability to walk as they strode down the halls. Just when they reached the entrance of the gardens, Cain stopped them from going through the door just yet. He retrieved a red silk handkerchief from his pocket. Without a word, he walked behind Ambrose in order to reach around to gently fasten the blindfold securely to the other man's eyes. He leaned in and whispered into his ear. "Trust me. I have a number of surprises for you tonight."
Ambrose shivered, and allowed himself to be gently led through the garden. When they came to a hill with a noticeable steep, Cain stopped them and slowly removed the blindfold.
Ambrose gasped at the beautiful sight before him. On the ground, there was a large blanket next to a tree. On the blanket, there were trays of cheese and crackers, fruits, and yes, chocolate covered strawberries. There were two glass flutes and a bottle of chilled champagne. But the view is what took his breath away. From here, he could see the expanse of the O.Z. in the golden light of the setting suns. The moon was just starting to rise, and the mist curled along the fields, ready to blanket the ground in the early evening.
Cain took the place near the tree, and led Ambrose to the spot next to him. Cain popped the champagne and filled the glasses. Putting the bottle down he raised his glass in a toast, "Here's to the man who saved my life by giving me a heart."
Ambrose blushed as he raised his own glass. "And here's to the man who completed me by reuniting my brain."
Think clinked their glasses and took a sip. They started feeding each other the sweet delicacies from the trays, occasionally stealing a kiss. They engaged in lighthearted chit-chat, and just genuinely enjoyed each others company. When the suns both completely set, the brilliance of the moon lit up the garden in a soft blue light. As the wind started to pick up, Cain stood up in order to fiddle with a bag on a branch that Ambrose didn't notice before. When the bag came down, a sweetly soft melody caressed the air, and Ambrose knew at once that it was his wind chimer. Cain turned back to the man still on the ground. With one hand behind his back, and the other presented before him, he bowed before the other man. "May I have this dance?"
Ambrose accepted the offer in an instant. And as soon as they were in each others arms, they both molded together like two pieces of a puzzle. Now that there were no more questions, and no more confusion, the dance swept their minds off to paradise. A realm where dreams and reality blended together.
After dancing for quite some time, Cain pulled away to look at the other man. Ambrose waited to see what he was going to do or say. Without a word, and still holding both of Ambrose's hands, Cain dropped down to one knee. "Ambrose Alloicious Jenson the Third. Affectionately known as Glitch. And my sweetest Heart. Would you do me the greatest honor of becoming my beloved husband till the end of our days and beyond?"
Ambrose stood there like a fish out of water, shocked into speechlessness. Tears of joy happily fell as all he could do was smile and nod.
Cain kissed both his hands before raising up and kissing the man he loved. Ambrose clung to Cain as though his life depended on it, and he continued to cry. Soon, he was trembling and using Cain to keep himself steady. "Thank you… Thank you for such a magical evening. This was beyond perfect. By all the saints, I love you so much!" Ambrose said, pulling the man in for another kiss.
Cain wiped his tears away, and kissed his eyelids. "And I love you, dearest heart." He kissed his forehead.
"Will you take me to your bed?" Ambrose asked before he lost his nerve. Now that Cain's injuries were gone, there was no risk in accidentally hurting him, which was always their excuse for not taking things beyond kissing and snuggling.
"I didn't want to do anything you were uncomfortable with. You seemed a bit nervous while I was on the mend, and I didn't want to push you. We could wait until our wedding night if you wished. Like the old custom."
Ambrose smiled uncertainly. "As romantic as that sounds, I want you now. Yes, I'm still nervous, because I've never been with anyone before, and I'm afraid to disappoint you. But I want you so much right now." To emphasize the point, he leaned in so that Cain could feel his excitement.
Cain smiled at him. "First of all, you could never, ever disappoint me. Secondly, I've never been with another man before, so I'm nervous myself. But I want to explore you." He leaned in close and dropped his voice. "I want to love you in every way." Then, he leaned in to whisper into his ear, "I want to be inside you…" With that, Ambrose's legs threatened to give out. With a moan, he clung desperately to the other man as he kissed Cain breathless.
TBC
Author's Note: The next Chapter will contain the M-Rated slash. And that's the chapter I'm still working on. This part could be viewed as 'The End', but for those who want the 'cherry on top', I'll have that chapter up soon.
