Clash Of Hearts Chapter 25, a high school musical fanfic

~*(One Month Later)*~

The throne room seems transformed; from where the throne of the king usually is now stands a proud altar and behind that candles-white with a black wick ready to be burned and to burn proudly for each person that the candle stands for. The room itself is decorated in gossamer ribbons of satin and silk; red and white and gold. Bolton colours. The chatty guests await for the ceremony to start; some remembering the events that led to this moment.

Fate has a funny, strange way of joining two sides; showing us things. Not always in the way we want or expect...

"Do you think that it'll be a short wedding?-Ow!" Chad whines, the blow from his mother's palm against his fluffy head. Mara scowls at her youngest son, amusement in her eyes making them shine.

"You never rush weddings." She scolds, turning to face the front where she see's the prince standing at the altar anxiously; arms folded behind his back and his eyes stern but bright with a joy that she hasn't seen before. EVER. She smiles, standing up from her seat and walking toward him. Of course, she bows before fully approaching. "May I?" she asks, he chuckles, walking to her and helping her stand straighter.

"Mara...you are a wonderful woman.." she smiles, blushing. Her hands holding his in a way only a mother would.

"You're a charming young man, Prince-"

"Troy..." he says, smirking, "to you and Chad and Michael...I'm Troy." She grins hugely, her eyes shining brighter.

"You are much like your father, he was a great king and you will be too." Troy smiles, "I appreciate you saying those kind words."

"You're like a son to me.." she whispers, her voice cracking, "and no mother wants to see their son's grow up so fast..." Troy smiles sadly, pulling her in for a hug; mother son embrace, even though they are not blood related-they have the bond that of a mother to her son.

"You are my mother for 10 years and years to come...but my birth mother is Sondra." Mara sniffles, pulling away from the embrace, wiping at the tears that are threatening to break loose from her tearducts. "Hey now," he whispers, wiping her eyes with his thumb, "no crying yet...the ceremony hasn't started."

She chuckles dryly, "no but it will...and I better take my seat." Troy nods, smiling at his second mother again and then sending her to her seat that is between her two blood son's. His like-brother's. Troy looks at the crowd, seeing Gabriella's relative's on her side and then his own on his side...scratching the back of his neck, he turns to the candles and walks toward them-picking up a lighting stick in the process.

His wedding day is not complete unless his whole family is here. "Your highness?" says the voice of the high priest, he looks up at the elderly man, "You want to light the candles?"

"Yes..they are for my family, it's fitting that I should." The high priest nods, clearing his throat and walking to the stand of the altar; speaking clearly and loudly as everybody quiets and listens.

"The ceremony starts," he calls, "His royal Highness, Troy Alexander William Bolton, will light the remembrance candles!" There is an applause, Troy lights the lighting stick and then looks out amongst the people.

"The first candle, is for my mother...Sondra," he tries and succeeds very little, in hiding the emotion in his voice, "she was a fighter in her life, and I believe she is with me-with us-today..." Sondra's flame is lit and dances gently as Troy moves to the second candle, "...the second candle, is for my father. Jack Bolton-the king of this country...and the bravest...most reckless man I was lucky to have as a father"-light chuckles that soon died away flitted to the air, Jack's flame stood proudly, swaying and wafting as he moves to the last candle. "Perry." He lights the candle, "he was my cousin, and all though he seemed...a spoiled brat half the time as children...he came through for me in the end"-Troy sucks in a breath, his eyes showing all the emotion he is feeling than his face; for it remains impassive-"Like my father, Perry was brave. It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies...but a great deal more to stand up to those who are closest to you...that is why his candle is up here today." All three flames glow, dance and sway together, and Troy feels comforted; feeling that his parents and cousin are there today with him. Watching him get married.

"And now," says the High Priest, "...music." Troy stands in his place, his hands and arms behind his back as his eyes train themselves on the door at the entrance of the throne room. A light melancholy tune plays softly, starting out light and airy, then as every stands a new tune begins to play and the doors open. Revealing a sight that leaves Troy without breath, his eyes can't eat up enough of the beauty walking down the aisle with her mother to give her away to him.

A skirt of white that flows around her waist, to the floor where it drags in a sparkling train, and then the bodice which is fitted and compliments her breasts well; the sleeves go to her wrists and are of a shimmering red and gold with a light yellow. It's as if she's on fire, a walking flame. Her face is hidden behind a veil, but he see's her eyes perfectly and they are smiling at him-and he smiles back at her.

"She's beautiful..." most murmur,

"Gorgeous, that gown is...stunning!"

"Absolutely, she looks like a queen already..." Regal, yes. She does look the part of 'queen' but to Troy, she is Gabriella, or Ella, or just simply...his.

She's close, her hands are wound tight around her bouquet; he fights back a chuckle, she's breathtaking up close. And blushing. He let's out a soft chuckle, "Ella.." he whispers, holding out his hand for her to take. Of course, before she takes his hand, her mother, Joanna lifts her veil over her head and places a tender kiss on her daughter's forehead.

"Your father would love to be here today..." Gabriella smiles, hugging her mother tightly and turning to look at Troy as she grasps his hand tightly and allows to be guided up toward the altar.

"Beloved," the priest says, smiling over the edge of the holy book in his hands, "we gather here today, to pray for a happy union between our returned Prince Troy, and his woman-Gabriella..." the couple smiles at each other; their eyes interlocking and their fingers playing with each other.

He squeezes her hands in his, his eyes brightly shining and smiling at her as lips do the same. She giggles lightly and stares back at her bridegroom. "Now," the high priest says, nearing the conclusion. "Prince, would you like to repeat after me?" Troy nods,

"I take thee, Gabriella-"

"I take thee, Gabriella"-she can't hide the blush brightening her cheeks and making them hot.

"As my wife-"

"Where I promise to cherish and protect you-"

"As long as I shall live."

Troy sucks in a breath and squeezes her hands again, swallowing the temptation to kiss her right now; with her lips so plump and her delicate looking. "As long as I shall live." Gabriella looks at him, her eyes trembling as she looks from his eyes to his lips and then back again.

"Gabriella? If you will repeat after me.." she nods quickly, clearing her throat softly. "I take thee, Troy-"

"I take thee, Troy-" she is captivated by his blue eyes as she speaks her vows; suddenly, it's just the two of them. She smiles hugely.

"As my husband-"

"Where I promise to cherish and love you-"

"As long as I shall live."

She smiles, feeling her cheeks grow hot and her heart beat under her ribs a million miles with over a million beat of hummingbird wings. "As long as I shall live." The high priest smiles tenderly, looking back his holy book and reading a passage from Acts; about marriage, how the wife and husband cherish each other, and obey and care and love. He couldn't have stressed LOVE any harder than that.

After a few more passages from the holy book, he looks out among the crowd, his doubts are high as he says: "Is there anyone against this union today?" Complete and utter silence, Troy and Gabriella only have eyes on each other; lost in their world of love and desire and...want. The high priest smiles and chuckles, looking at the Prince and then at Gabriella. "With the power invested in me, I hereby announce you two as man and wife; and announce-King Troy Bolton and his queen, Gabriella Bolton!"-an eruption of cheers as the crowd applauds; some (Chad and Michael) even go as far as to stand on their feet and root like they are animals-"you may kiss the bride, Your majesty." Troy smiles, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist and pulling her toward him, she wraps her arms around his neck; entangling her fingers in his hair as his lips crashed down on hers and their tongues began a tango of fiery burning passion.

The cheers soon turn to nervous coughs, Troy pulls away then and stares out at the crowd, laughing at their impatient faces. He looks at Gabriella, squeezing her hand and raising her arm in the air, "I give you your queen, and my wife, I promise that we will clean up and erase what ...my uncle"-only Gabriella knew how hard it is for Troy to call him that-"has already done." More cheers, loud clapping. "And now," he calls out to everyone, "we celebrate this marriage!"

The dining hall was decorated in ribbons of silk and gossamer strands; making the walls shine when the sunset came through the window. The columns on each side of the room was wrapped in ribbons of white and gold, and from the ceiling hangs candlelight; bathing the ground and the guests in it's soft glow. The music is soft, alternating between songs of soft, slowness and fast-paced quickness. Gabriella watches from the balcony doors, getting fresh air in the cool of the evening, and leaning on the ledge (however, they are on the first floor).

"Having a good time?" she doesn't jump at the voice, instead she leans into the hard chest of man that is her husband when she feels his arms wrap around her waist. She sighs contently, turning her head so she can see his face.

"Yes," she whispers with a sly smile on her face. "It's just rather warm in there..."

"I see, and agree." She giggles, turning around fully so that her breasts are smooshed against his chest; her arms wrap around his neck, "truth be told," she purrs, "I'm getting quite bored with this reception..."

"you are?" Troy asks, his mind already up the stairs and in bed. His hands tugging her hips more closely to himself. "Why...er, is that?" she leans her head against him; her lips against his, softly grazing. But, then he takes it and turns it more...passionate. Her hands slide from his shoulders to his chest, teasing him by drawing slow circles there. His hands work in soft circles at her hips, as he pulls her even closer to him.

"Troy..." she breathes out, pulling away slightly, "...are you..wanting?"

"You have no idea." he says, nearly in a growl as he grabs her wrist and pulls her into the dining hall and through the doors.

"Troy," she scolds, but it's meaning is lost when she giggles (again). "The guests..."

He stops in his tracks, turning toward her and smirking, walking ever so close. "Their fine...this party is kind of for them more; so they don't hear what's going on up in the chamber." Gabriella's mouth drops and her eyes widen, Troy chuckles, picking her up by the waist and making her legs wrap around his torso as he begins to kiss her senseless; it's hard to walk up flights of stairs, but he manages.

He gets to his old chamber, shutting the door with his foot and laying her on the bed and climbing on top of her; without interrupting this kiss of wedded bliss. She moans softly as her fingers run through his hair and his own work at her dress, sliding down the sleeves and undoing the tiny, complicated buttons on the back easily by ripping the back of the dress apart. "That...is my favourite dress.." she moans, Troy chuckles, attaching his lips to her neck and nipping at the skin. "Oh..."

The dress forgotten, torn and tossed aside; she lies in her chemise and bloomers on the mattress as she fumbles with her husbands trousers, and shirt. Their lips break apart breifly, so Troy can pull it off over his head and to the floor like her dress' remains, and his trousers meet the same fate. He's now in his undershorts and pulling off her chemise, he smiles wickedly up at her. "What is it?"

"Remember when I said, that the party down there is so that they don't hear what goes on up here?" Gabriella nods slowly, but her mouth falls open and her head reels back when Troy attaches his lips to her right nipple and with his right hand, teases her left; she arches her back for him. He smiles against her nipple. "Oh...Troy...oh...Tr-OH!" she arches further when she feels his finger of his left hand dig inside her; now fully inside her womanly folds and tickling her clit.

He changes position, switching his mouth with the hand that was on her nipple; he sucks and teases with his tongue and finger; Gabriella moans loudly-half loud, half soft really. "Troy..." she utters, he chuckles taking his lips and kissing down her body in hot kisses, and tickling her skin with his lashes as he went down and spread her legs further apart to make room for his head. "What are you...?"

"Just relax..." he coos, "let me taste..." without hesitation, shen ods and leans her head back on to the huge pillow. He slides further onto the floor- her bloomers sliding down her legs and then placed at the foot of the bed, not long after, Troy attacks her pussy with his lips adn teeth, kissing, sucking, and nipping at the sensitive flesh there. He has her writhing under him, his touch making her melt all over and her bones start to ache to have him completely.

"Oh...oh...Troy!" she half yells-half whispers, tugging at his hair with her petite fingers, pulling his head to her so she can kiss him as senseless as he did she. His hands play at her hips-her naked hips that are so close to his pelvis-still clad in his undershorts. She giggles breathily, pulling her lips away from him almost immediately, "No...it isn't fair-"

"Oh and what isn't fair, My lady?" Troy inquires kissing hot kisses across her shoulders and teasing her breasts with his hands now. She fights back a moan, as she runs her fingers through and tugs at his hair.

"You're wearing more clothes than me."

"I am?" She nods slowly, "I'm naked...you're not." Troy chuckles, kissing her jaw and pinching her nipples so that she arches against him.

"Would you prefer we both be naked?"

"Well..." she breathes out, running her fingers through his hair. "...it would...be...fair...and I'd...like to...please...you..." her eyes slip closed when he slips his fingers inside her, pumping them slowly; in and out. Her head bows backward, her eyes pinched, and her mouth open in almost pure bliss.

But not quite. "Oh..Troy...Troy..." he pushes in another of his fingers; pumping them harder and faster, she squeezes her thighs around his fingers and kisses him hard, deep and burning for him more and more.

"You like that don't you?" he laughs, she tries hard to glare at him, but when somebody is unleashing pleasure that burns you like it's the fires from hell, it's hard. He laughs again-in and out, in and out. Faster. Two fingers.

"Troy...oh...my..." he kisses her lips, his tongue entering her mouth when she let's him start the battle for dominance as his hand that is not inside her works to pull down his undershorts; crawling on top of her instead of just being on her side. She digs her nails into his shoulders when he pushes hard onto her clit with his two fingers, her eyes closed tighter and her head bowed back in ecstacy.

He stops.

"Why do you stop..?" her question is breathy, her eyes are opened by glazed over. He smirks, kissing her lips softly, and pulling away so he can look into her eyes like a husband should.

"You want me to continue? Or do you want a turn?" She looks at him with doe-like eyes, he stares at her. "I uh...I don't ...know...what.."

"I'll teach you." he says simply, kissing her lips; pushing her into the mattress before rolling off of her and grabbing her hips and placing her on his stiff cock, his hands rested on her hips. "Move your hips slowly...circle." She places her small hands on his shoulders, doing what she's told. He leans his head back, closing his eyes a little bit before lifting his head and staring at her again. "Now, the other way...continue your movements." She nods, slowly, grinding her hips against his cock in the other direction.

"Oh...yes, Ella, that is...perfect...keep those movements up," he whispers huskily, grabbing her shoulders and guiding her down so that he can kiss her as she grinds on him. A husky growl builds up in his chest, he squeezes her hips as she continues to grind and heave. He kisses her hard and good, flipping over so that he's over her and his arms are bracing her shoulders.

"Troy.." she whispers, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his lips with soft pecks. He smiles, leaning his forehead against hers.

"I hope you had fun with the foreplay," he whispers, she looks at him; her eyes glittering, he chuckles. "As your husband, I consummate this marriage."

"Am I disagreeing with you, husband?" she giggles, he chuckles kissing her lips softly and then deepening it into something MORE. Something BURNING. His hips thrust into her, making her jump some; and she whimper softly and pull away. His nose crinkles up, "I do not mean to hurt you...I just got to have you...now."

"Just...be gentle?" she murmured, running her fingers softly through his hair and then drawing circles on his bare back.

"I promise...the pain will be worth it, but I'll be as gentle as I can." Gabriella nods, biting her plump and swollen (from the kissing) lower lip, but Troy kisses her again before slowly pulling out of her pussy, then pushing back in just as slow. She bites her lip harder; and digs her nails into his shoulders. He shudders at the sensation of her nails breaking his skin, quickening his pace with each thrust.

"Oh...Troy...oh.." her moans became louder soon, and her nails soon became covered in his blood from his back, the sensation of him inside became glorious and ...enlightening. For lack of a better term. "Oh..Troy, yes...oh...quicker...harder..." he pumps faster, harder. Crashing his lips on hers, multitasking between thrusting, and kissing; and then the cherry on top; his left hand comes to cradle her left breasts and teases her hard and erect nipple; she arches her hips and back against him, swallowing his thick and swollen penis further into herself.

Sweat lines their brows, their muscles quivering as he thrusts into her and she wriths below him. "Oh..oh my.." he smiles as he deepens the kiss, their tongues dancing a dance that is leaving a trail of fiery circles in their path; her hands grasp tufts of his hair. Pulling hard.

Suddenly, Troy pulls away, pulling himself out of her. Gabriella is left feeling breathless, her chest rising and falling heavily as she watches her husband grab her wrists and pull her to a sitting position. "Troy, what are you doing?" He smirks, bending over the side of the bed and grabbing the tie to his robe and bound her hands behind her back. "Troy?" confusion is etched in her words, "what are you-"

"Just relax..." he says, his voice husky from the heavy breathing. As he lays her belly down on his bed, he wraps his arms around her front, and begins to grope her breasts, she jumps a bit from the shock, but that doesn't compare to what she feels when he presses into her with his thickness and thrusts into her nearly throws herself off the bed; and she would've...

...if he wasn't on her that way. He chuckles, kissing her neck and down her back-moving her sweaty and knotted hair out of the way from his lips. She shudders underneath him as he thrusts one more time. Two. Three. Four. Five. "Oh MY." she cries out, writhing under his body weight. "OH..Troy...oh...don't...don't stop.." he thrusts into her, kissing down her spine and groping her breasts with a hungry frenzy. Her eyes are closed in pure esctacy and bliss, it's like she's floating from cloud to cloud; her hands reaching out in front of her for the treasure in front of her that's reaching back with a dazzling smile, and bright blue eyes.

This place of bliss, pure absolute esctacy, is like a dream that she doesn't want to wake from; like reality is only a blip away and only getting farther from her grasp.

"My love," he whispers against her skin, kissing back up to her neck and then behind her ear where she lulls her head back against his. "...I love you..." he pulls out of her, collapsing on the empty space at her side, and turning her head so she can look into his eyes and he into her's. She is smiling.

"And I love you. Always have.."

"I sense a 'but' in that statement, love."

"No but..just untie me?" He laughs, kissing her lips tenderly, and wrapping his arms around her.

"I like you this way...it assures me."

She crinkles her nose, her brows scrunching together. "Assures you?" he nods with a smirk on his face, "how does it assure you?"

"Well," he says, pretending to think, "I know that if you're like this"-he gestures to her bonds-"you won't leave." Gabriella can't help but giggle, but she also can't tell if he's joking or saying that in complete seriousness.

"I wasn't going to leave you. Ever." Troy smiles, pulling her toward his chest and kissing the top of her head. "I'm glad to hear that-"

Gabriella yawns, leaning her head against his chest and her eyes sliding closed. He smiles big at the sight of his sleeping wife as he slowly and gently unties her wrists; almost immediately, they wrap around his waist and she snuggles into him. He wraps his arms around her waist and rests his chin atop her sweaty head as they lay together, naked, on top of the covers.

He watches the window, seeing the moon had risen. They've been together the rest of the night-it's an obvious thought that everyone had went home, and Chad, Michael and Mara had gone to their rooms in their own wing; an arrangement that Troy had made with the three of them, they were practically his family, and now they were Gabriella's, so he arranged for them all to stay with him and his new wife in the castle.

Then there's Johanna, staying in her own wing as well so she doesn't have to go back to France.

One big family under one roof, it's the start of something...well, the start of something new.

Letting a yawn escape his throat, his eyes slide closed and he rests his head on the pillow halfway and then halfway on Gabriella's head.

It's a dreamless sleep, that is...until he starts twitching and his head jerks slightly into the pillow; however, he tries not to make a sound...

Twigs crunch under his running feet, his breath comes out of his lungs in puffs passed his lips. His hair sticks to his forehead, he has to get her back; they took his life away from him when they took her. His hands stretch out in front of him, he feels the bones breaking in his hand and fingers when he stretches them beyond capacity.

"I'm coming..." he huffs out, running fast, and feeling his chest and lungs start to burn inside his chest. "I'm coming..."

He has to run faster, he has too get her back to him...

THE END