Sequel

5 years later

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The crowd was mainly dispersing, though a few lingered behind either by being distracted by someone else lingering behind or as an attempt to be around as long as possible. The bride and groom had recently waved goodbye to their overjoyed guests and hopped into the rented limousine to probably go consummate the marriage. The last stragglers, not looking as fancy as upon arrival from all the celebratory havoc that had occurred during the wedding, continued to wave goodbye and shout congratulations long after the limo had driven away. To their credit, they were all probably a little bit (or really) drunk from the excess of champagne and vodka.

When he could no longer see Anastasia waving enthusiastically out of the open car window with Sergei's huge figure obvious beside her as he too gave a few waves, Bryan headed back inside the rented wedding hall. He scanned the emptying banquet area: the venue's workers were already busy clearing and cleaning up and a few lag-behind guests were just leaving. Off to the side he saw Ivan and his girlfriend lost in an embrace. She was a couple inches taller than him even without the heels she chose to sport for the occasion but the way they eyed each other made the height difference hardly matter.

Bryan's eyes finally caught Yuri, who was standing in a corner talking to an older woman. She was Anastasia's aunt and she had been immensely charmed with the redhead ever since her eyes had set on him. Bryan suspected that she was trying to hook him up with her bachelorette daughter, and he didn't like that fact. At all. Not that he was worried.

"Come here for a moment," he called.

Yuri looked around, saw him, and then said a few words to the woman before extracting himself with a smile. He came to Bryan with an eyebrow raised in question, looking ravishable in his formal attire: a black tuxedo over a light grey shirt and a loosened, blue satin tie that matched his eyes.

"Yes?" he drawled.

Bryan grabbed his hand, mindless of the aunt that watched curiously, and pulled him into the deserted bar area. He closed the doors firmly behind them—he had enough to worry about without being interrupted. Pushing Yuri into one of the stools, he fidgeted for a little before deciding on sitting as well. Yuri watched in confusion as Bryan pulled up a stool for himself and sat down.

"Yuri," he said, reaching forward to hold his hand and looking him straight in the eye, "I… know that I can't marry you legally, but…" he fumbled agitatedly in his pocket for a moment and then pulled out a navy blue ring box. Bryan opened it to reveal two beautiful silver rings studded with sapphire and diamond. He looked into Yuri's captivated gaze again, "Yuri Ivanov, will you be mine forever?"

Bryan breathed deeply after he got it out. He looked at his lover expectantly for an answer, doing his best to seem calm and collected. Yuri was making him nervous; the redhead's expression had not twitched, and he didn't seem anywhere near forthcoming with cries of joy and affirmation.

Bryan waited on eggshells.

Yuri quirked an eyebrow again. "I don't know," he said slowly, "Forever is such a long time."

Bryan bit his lip, looking away. He clutched the ring box tightly, refusing to admit defeat before he heard the official 'no'. They'd been together for nearly five years, but it was still possible that Yuri just wasn't ready to promise such a commitment. Bryan had considered that—so why was there still a tight twinge in the pit of his stomach…

"I can accept based on one condition," Yuri informed him, making Bryan look back.

"Yes?" he asked breathlessly.

Yuri leaned close in until they were almost nose to nose.

"That you be mine forever, too."

His face finally broke into the smile he'd apparently been holding back. Bryan stared at him in something akin to shocked relief, but any protest was snuffed out when Yuri leaned all the way in and kissed him soundly on the lips. Bryan's hand snaked around his neck to secure him in place as he kissed back fervently. When they pulled back, Yuri offered his left hand to Bryan, who chuckled as he slipped the band around Yuri's ring finger. He then brought the hand to his lips and kissed it gently, until Yuri pulled it back to slip the second ring onto Bryan's own hand.

"I can't believe you just did that to me," Bryan sighed, as Yuri got up to stand behind him and begin to gently massage his shoulders.

"You deserve it, for thinking that I would say no," Yuri smirked.

"Mhmm," Bryan replied unintelligibly, closing his eyes, as Yuri's talented fingers worked their magic, "I love you," he said softly after a moment.

Yuri stopped and, with his hands clutching at Bryan's shoulders, leaned down from behind to speak into his ear.

"Then take me home," he ordered quietly, his lips skimming Bryan's ear lobe, "And make love to me."

Bryan reached back and grabbed him, and the next thing they knew was Yuri straddling Bryan on the thankfully sturdy stool as they kissed passionately. Yuri's hands were stationed almost painfully at Bryan's waist while Bryan's hands clutched at the crimson locks he'd always loved. Bryan rocked against Yuri's ass and the redhead pulled back with a gasp.

"Now, Bryan," he panted.

Bryan didn't need telling twice. He grabbed Yuri's hand and they all but ran to the parking lot.

xx

The trip home was nothing short of torturous, with stolen touches and kisses, until finally they made it and ripped the clothes off each other. Bryan shoved Yuri back on the bed with an explosive urgency.

Yuri slid back higher against the bed, making space for Bryan who was quick to follow. The foreplay was a love session in itself; lips worshipped and hands glorified as they took turns expressing their love. Several times Yuri bucked against Bryan, driving him crazy as streaks of pleasure coursed throughout their bodies. The passion of their touches almost seemed to crackle tangibly in the air. There was never a union between them that wasn't mind blowing, as though it was the first. This time, however, the fervor was more intense than it had ever been. It was simply unexplainable.

Bryan grunted lustily at the sounds Yuri was making while he sucked on the sensitive spot on the redhead's neck. Yuri arched against him, one of his hands caressing Bryan while the other clutched his nape and brought his lover's lips to his. They sucked and nipped and tongued frantically, their love raging and fiery between them.

Bryan was already fully hard now, and he grunted again, through gritted teeth, when Yuri's long fingers rubbed the leaking pre-cum around his tip then began to stroke him, all the while staring straight into his eyes.

"I need you inside me," he breathed in request.

Bryan groaned and leaned down, kissing at Yuri's pale neck as his hand wrapped around Yuri's so that they guided his erection into the correct position together. He leaned back slightly, needing to see Yuri's expression when he finally entered him. Yuri's hands were on Bryan's waist, urging him to do it. The penetration came fast and hard, Yuri's mouth opening wide and his eyes closing tightly as he trembled, causing Bryan to shudder. It took all of Bryan's self control not to thrust; he waited until Yuri's clouded eyes opened again before slowly pulling back and moving back in using the same pace.

Yuri breathed harder with the motion, "Faster," he moaned.

Bryan braced himself on either side of his lover to lean down fully. He placed his lips against his lover's pink, swollen ones and said, "No. I want to make loveto you."

Yuri's arms snaked around his shoulders and neck, keeping Bryan in place as he kissed him and moaned against his mouth. Bryan moved at the right pace, not fast but not too slow, savoring every moment and every streak of pleasure that raced between them. He grabbed Yuri's bottom lip between his teeth and sucked gently, while one of his hands came up and began stroking Yuri's erection in time with his rocking. Yuri met his thrusts, moving his body deliciously against Bryan's and making him groan in euphoria.

An overflow of pleasure and passion had them moving harder and faster against each other in uncontainable desire near the end. Yuri's legs had locked behind Bryan's back, tensing and shuddering with every deep thrust. Bryan pulled back so he could see Yuri, whose eyes were slits as they brought each other to completion.

Their ring hands met and entwined as utter bliss finally overtook, one after the other so that they rode the climax together.

Bryan's placed light kisses along Yuri's shoulders and torso until his lover came fully back to. Yuri's hands tangled shakily in his hair, pulling up gently so that he could look into Bryan's face.

"I love you, Borya," he murmured tenderly, "I love you so much."

Bryan placed his forehead against Yuri's. He used his arms to support his own weight so that his body covered Yuri's like a blanket. He closed his eyes, feeling utterly spent and satiated.

"I love you too," he returned sincerely, before his arms wrapped around the form underneath him and rolled them over so that Yuri was now on top, "I'm yours. forever."

"And me yours. You marked me twice," Yuri smiled faintly down at him.

Their rings clicked together as their left hands joined once again and their legs entangled. Bryan's other hand swept over Yuri's back, where encompassing his shoulders was a tattoo of the most magnificent Gyrfalcon spread-eagled in flight, presented in all it's glory in impeccable detail.

"True," Bryan murmured, smiling, then kissed Yuri's nose once and pulled him snuggly against his chest. Yuri nestled his head beneath Bryan's chin and murmured things to him until he himself fell asleep.

Eyes shut tight, Bryan marveled not for the first time about how secure and fulfilling the weight of Yuri on top of him felt. He listened to Yuri's deep breathing, slowly drifting off himself. Then he remembered something spontaneous and his smile grew wider.

Anastasia was right, all those years ago. It wasn't about Bryan.

Yuri and Bryan. It was about them together.

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Note

For anyone who was confused: by marked twice, Yuri means the 'forever' rings and the tattoo on his back. Because yes, if you haven't guessed, Bryan tattooed him, and the Gyrfalcon is the one Yuri loved from Bryan's sketchbook (see chapter 11). Sorry I didn't write that scene.

Anyway…

OMG OMG OMG. –hyperventilates-

IT'S OVER. It's really over. –melts into goo-

This is it. Thanks to everyone who stuck by this story to the end, and special thanks to everybody who reviewed. I wrote this sequel because the story ends with a question (and without Bryan/Yuri smut!) and so I really hope that you liked it.

Please leave a review. I would love that.

Peace out! Until next time, with (MAYBE) the next Bryan/Yuri fic.