"Train-kun! You did it!"

Train's ears perked at the high-pitched, enthusiastic voice. He knew it as well as he knew Creed's, and just like his lover's mellifluous inflection, it never failed to soothe his heart.

The cat smiled peacefully at his old friend. "Yeah… Guess so."

Train stared dubiously down at his hands, confusion and worry replacing the alleviation he felt upon hearing Saya's voice. The cleanliness of his digits caused a slow, steady stream of anxiety to creep up his spine.

A dreadful thought was beginning to consume him. A tragic idea he knew Saya would be able to confirm or deny, and he was certain she wouldn't lie. And even if the answer hurt to hear, Train was positive it wouldn't hurt more than not knowing.

"Saya…" He started slowly, his golden eyes locked onto his clean hands. "Am I… Dead?"

Saya's laugh helped subside his worry. "Of course not! You should know better than anyone else that being thrown from the sky by a giant ray of light isn't enough to kill the Black Cat."

Train let out a breath of relief, then lifted his head and locked eyes with the girl, feeling more fearful again as another, more horrifying thought occurred to him.

"Is…" He swallowed thickly, his heart shivering and his arms quaking. "Is… Creed—"

"—No, Stupid! He's fine! Like you, he's knocked out, but he's fine." Saya tapped her chin with her index finger as she thought. "Actually, I think he's talking to our favorite old lady right now."

Train blinked at his friend. "Anastasia?"

Saya gave her friend an emphatic nod and confident smile. "Yup! I think she's being meaner to him than I normally am to you."

Train felt his face relax, then chuckled. "Sounds right. Where is he?"

Train noticed Saya was looking off to the side as if she could see something he couldn't, and he had a feeling it was his partner.

Saya looked back to Train, her smile smaller, but more sincere. "He's not far. You guys clung to each other so fiercely that when the explosion happened, it was nearly impossible for you dummies to be thrown too far from one another."

Train let out a sigh of relief. "Good… That's good. What about—"

"—Charden and Jax are alive. Echidna has them and is tending to their wounds as we speak."

Train frowned. "How are you doing that?"

Saya gave the gunman a curious look. "Doing what?"

Train rolled his eyes. "Answering my question before I—"

"—Ask them?" Saya's boisterous, mirthful laugh filled the white, empty void they stood in. "Because you're predictable, Train-kun! You always worry about everyone else first and foremost. Other than asking if you were alive, you haven't asked what kind of shape you're in."

Train couldn't help but chuckle. "You're the only person in the universe, living or dead, that thinks I'm predictable."

His amused smirk turned into a confused frown. "What does it matter what shape I'm in, anyway? I assume it's bad, but as long as I'm alive, I can heal."

Saya rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "It'll matter once you wake up and realize how much pain you're in! But, your friends are on their way. They'll help. So, I guess you're right. It doesn't really matter what shape you're in. You'll be safe soon."

Train blinked at the sweeper girl. "You mean Sven and the others?"

Saya smiled merrily at him. "Yup! They're all alive." She put her hand up to stop Train before he asked his next question. "Yes, Lin is alive as well. He's hurt, but he's alive."

Train visibly relaxed. "Thank God…"

Other than Creed, Train was most worried about Lin. Not just because of his deep care for the man, but because he knew Lin was in worse shape than the rest of his friends.

His heart froze as yet another terrifying thought occurred to him. However, before he could voice his concern, Saya answered his unspoken question.

"Yes, Sephiria and E are alive as well. Aliane got her E back to Chronos Headquarters, and Sephiria was reunited with her numbers. She arrested the remaining Apostles and is currently tending to her wounds."

Train smiled, but rolled his eyes. "Why do I have a feeling it wasn't her idea to tend to her wounds?"

Saya snickered. "That man of hers is practically forcing her to get help. She really wants to book the Taoists and come back to deal with Charden."

Train rolled his eyes again, but smiled despite his satirical motion. "Classic Sephiria…"

He glanced down at Saya, taking a step closer to her as he spoke. "So… Everyone's okay? They're all safe?"

Saya nodded, making sure Train could see the veracity in her eyes. "Yes. They're all safe and sound, and they will stay that way thanks to you and Creed."

She looked up at the gunman with the same bright smile on her face. "Your work is done, Train-kun. All the pain, misery, and suffering you've gone through is over."

When she set her hand against his cheek, Train gently placed his on top of it.

Saya took a step forward, the smile on her face never wavering as she spoke. "The war is over. You won. You can rest."

Saya placed her head against Train's chest, relieved to hear his heart beating against her ear, the reassuring sound proof he was alive and able to finally live the rest of his life as the carefree cat he was.

"Your peaceful ending is waiting, Train-kun. You're well deserved happily ever after is just around the corner. Go cease it, and never look back!"

She broadened her smile as a contented tear fell down her cheek. "Don't live in the past anymore, Train-kun. Run full speed into the future, and never look back. Never let who you once were stop you. Never let the mistakes you made slow your steps or waver your resolve."

Saya's eyes twinkled up at the golden man as she finished her statement. "Be the free cat you were always meant to be, Train Heartnet."

The tears rapidly tumbling down Train's cheeks increased in speed and velocity as his dead friend finished her monologue. He wrapped his arms around the sweeper girl's back, pulling Saya flush against his chest as he buried his head in her hair.

There was so much he wanted to say, but there were no words in existence that could properly convey how grateful he was to have met the girl. He did not have the vocabulary to accurately and effectively articulate how much he cared for her, how much he loved her… and how much he was going to miss her.

He owed everything he had to Saya Minatsuki, and there was nothing he could ever do to repay the massive debt he owed her, to reward her kindness.

She had given him a second chance at a life, shined a light into the darkness he was once bound to, turned him away from a disastrous future, and led him down another path. A path to freedom, a path to peace, a path to family, love…

A path to Creed.

"Saya, I… I owe you so much… I… I…"

Saya placed a hand over Train's mouth. "You don't need to say any of that, Train. It was my pleasure to help you find peace and happiness. You worked harder for it than anyone else, and you deserve it more than anyone else."

Another tear fell down her porcelain skin. "...I am honored to have been a part of your life, Train Heartnet."

Feeling the man's lips quiver against her hand, Saya giggled. "Please… don't worry about me, Train-kun. I am happy, and at peace."

She pulled her hand away and rested it at her side. "If I could go back in time, I wouldn't change a single thing. Everything that happened, needed to happen."

Train didn't need to know what she meant by that statement. Had he never met Saya, he never would have gotten close to Creed. And if he hadn't gotten close to Creed, he didn't know what would have become of either of them, let alone the world if they continued their assassin ways.

Train widened his smile as Saya wiped away his tears, locking eyes with the first, and truest friend he had ever had. His heart swelled with so many heart-wrenching, beholden sensations that it was impossible for him to identify exactly how he was feeling.

He felt sad, yet at peace, ardent, yet calm, disappointed, yet content. However, no matter what he was feeling, he knew loved the woman standing in front of him. He loved her more than words could ever say, and he was going to miss her more than she could ever know.

Train pulled Saya back against his chest. Unable to effectively relay his emotions to his dearest friend, the Black Cat spoke his last words to the incredible woman in a shaky, love filled voice.

"Thank you, Saya…"

He tightened his hold on the woman. "...For everything."

Saya shut her eyes and smiled. "I'd do it all again in a heartbeat, Train-kun. Now, go live happily ever after with your silver haired beauty. He's waiting for you. And most importantly…"

She squeezed the man tighter. "Be happy, Train. Be happy."

Train laughed through his tears. "I will, Saya. I will."


"Train?!"

Creed ran forward, jolting his head back and forth in search of his beloved. However, no matter how far he ran, no matter how loud he shouted, there was no response. He saw nothing but an empty, white void, and his voice resounded uselessly in the vast, desolate room.

Creed slowed his steps, scanning the sky for any signs of his Kitten, then felt his heart drop when the only sound that entered the ears was that of his own panicked, distraught voice.

"Train! Train, where are you?!"

Hearing nothing except the clacking of his feet and pathetic despondency of his own voice, Creed stopped running and fell to the ground, too emotionally exhausted to continue.

"Train…"

Creed bit his lower lip to prevent himself from crying. He hated how easy it was to make him cry, and he hated how much he did it.

Creed stopped biting his lip and ground his teeth, punching the ground as he spoke. "Damnit! After everything we've been through, is this it?! Is this how it ends?!"

His first thought upon waking up in the empty void was that he was dead, but he quickly shoved that aside the moment he realized Train was not with him. That was when he began frantically looking for the enchanting man.

Being dead was one thing. Not knowing what happened to Train was entirely unacceptable.

"Train… Where are you…?"

His voice was growing quiet, unable to keep up with the ache he felt in his heart, the despondent thoughts of death rapidly returning to the forefront of his mind.

"If… If I really am dead… Does that mean that Train…?"

Creed shook his head, refusing to accept that his beloved was dead.

That was when Creed realized he was not in any pain, which shouldn't have turned his blood cold, but it did. Before he woke up in the vacant room, he was in an immense amount of pain and his body was riddled with wounds.

The fact that he wasn't in pain scared him.

Creed lifted his hands and studied his fingers, looking for any remnants of the climactic battle he had with Charden. Seeing nothing on his hands, he began scanning his arms and legs, patting down his body in hopes he'd wince or grimace from accidentally brushing against a wound.

Seeing his clothes were back to normal and there wasn't a single cut anywhere on his body, Creed let out a discontented growl. There wasn't even a smear of blood on his shirt, nor a single bruise on any part of his flesh.

Creed lowered his head, tangling his fingers in his hair. "...Am I really dead?"

He pulled his hands away and looked up, another tear falling down his cheek, speaking melancholy words to no one. "Did you really let me die without saying goodbye to Train?"

"Oh, get over yourself! You're not dead."

Creed's head jerked to the side when he heard that voice. It was one he hadn't heard in what felt like an eternity, and one he yearned to hear every day since the woman's passing.

He blinked away a few tears as searched for his mentor. "An… Anastasia?"

The old woman frowned at her student, taking a step forward so he could see her. Her index finger tapped impatiently at the head of her cane, ready to whack Creed over the head with it.

Seeing her student still did not see her, Anastasia rolled her eyes and smacked him with the rod, letting the silver man know exactly where she was. The swordsman gripped his skull with both his hands, let out an agonizing groan as he fell on the ground.

Anatasia watched her pupil roll on the ground, a frown adorning her face. "Did that hurt?"

Creed threw his head up, hands still wrapped around his skull. "Of course it did! Why wouldn't it?!"

Anastasia's frown turned into a smirk. "Because you're dead, aren't you?!"

Creed blinked at his teacher, then sighed as he lowered his hands. "...You're trying to prove to me that I'm not."

Anastasia rolled her eyes. "Wow, you are a genius! Way to figure that all out on your own!"

Creed's face slackened. "...Shut up."

Anastasia lifted her head cane again, whacking her student's head once more. "Don't speak to your teacher that way!"

Creed fell to the ground again, gripping tightly to his head as he groaned. He wasn't sure why he could feel pain from the woman's cane, but not from his fight with the Apostles, however he was sure Anastasia had something to do with it.

Creed looked back up at his mentor. "It's good to see you, Anastasia."

Anastasia smiled. "It's good to see you as well, Moron. And before you ask, your partner in idiocy is alive as well. He's speaking to that cute sweeper girl right now."

Creed cocked an eyebrow as he rubbed his head. "Saya? Train's talking to Saya?"

Anastasia nodded. "Yes. And she's currently confirming with him everything that I'm about to confirm to you: All of your friends are alive, and you won."

As soon as he heard those words, Creed felt the weight on his heart lift. It was a huge relief to hear Train was alive, but it was even more reassuring to learn the rest of his friends were alive as well.

A thought occurred to him as the image of a stubborn woman they set out to rescue centuries ago popped into his head. However, just as he was about to voice his question, Anastasia cut him off again.

"E has been rescued. She is being tended to at Chronos' Headquarters as we speak, and is eagerly waiting to see you and Train. Although, I'm sorry to say that she will know a lot more about both of you when you're reunited."

Creed frowned. "By a lot more, do you mean—"

"—Everything. She's going to learn everything."

Anastasia shook her head. "That woman is alarmingly ornery. She's forcing the assassins to tell her everything about you two. How does anyone force Chronos to do anything? I thought they only listened to Sephiria."

Creed chuckled, his eyes wistful as he spoke. "That sounds like E."

Noticing the confused look on his teacher's face, Creed elaborated. "If you knew E, you'd understand."

He was a little concerned about the woman learning about his and Train's dark past, but now that Charden had been dealt with, they didn't have to be afraid of her getting wrapped into anything dangerous. The danger was over.

And if she decided she never wanted to speak to them again, he'd be able to live with that as long as she was alive.

Anastasia sighed. "Guess I shouldn't expect you to be friends with anyone less than obstinate and recalcitrant. But, rest assured, she is fine. That young Taoist managed to get her back to Chronos with the help of that actress."

Creed smiled, looking off into the distance. "So, Echidna kept her promise?"

Anastasia nodded. "Yes. She kept her promise. She saved Sephiria's life and brought her back to that large man of hers as well. She also made sure E was safe and sound at Chronos' before she went to get Charden."

Creed turned back to his teacher and blinked. "She's back with Charden? Where is Charden? Where is Jax? No, wait, none of that matters. Where is Train?!"

The old woman narrowed her eyes and raised her cane again. She watched as her pupil readied for another blow, then tenderly patted his head with her hand instead.

"Creed…"

She bent down on the ground next to him, dropping her cane to the side as she slipped her fingers under his chin. She smiled as she caressed her unofficially adopted son, leaning forward as she spoke in a quiet, consoling voice.

"You did it. You won. You can finally have everything you ever wanted."

Creed opened his mouth to speak again, but Anatasia stopped him by pinching his lips together. "You'll see Train and your friends soon. They've just finished licking their wounds and they're on their way to see you now."

She removed her fingers from Creed's lips and cupped his cheek instead, brushing away a tear as she read the man's thoughts. "And Train is much closer than you realize. You'll be reunited in no time."

Creed smiled, placing his hand against Anastasia's. "Thank you…"

The woman squeezed his fingers. "You don't need to be scared anymore. You did it. You finally did it. Now you can run head first into your happily ever after. You can run head first into that idiot man's arms, and live the life you've been working so hard for."

Anastasia paused, then chuckled. "Well, maybe don't run into it. When you wake up, you're going to be in a lot of pain. By the way, you really need to let Train heal you. If you don't, we might be having this conversation in person next time."

Creed knew what his teacher meant, but the way she said it made him laugh. "Okay, I will."

He squeezed his teacher's fingers and pressed his forehead against the old woman's. "Thank you, Anastasia… For everything."

Anastasia smiled, a tear falling down her cheek as she shut her eyes. "One last thing, Creed. Take care of them. I know they can be a lot, but…"

Creed nodded as she trailed off. He knew she was talking about his music family, and already planned on making sure they were set for life as soon as the war was over. "I will… I will, Anastasia. I promise."

A tear fell down her cheek as she smiled. "Now, go be with your beloved. Go live your happily ever after and stop bothering me. I want to finally and officially rest in peace. I've been trying for far too long and you people make that impossible with your incompetence!"

She pinched Creed's cheek and smirked. "I'm old, ya know! I need my rest!"

Creed chuckled, another tear falling down his cheek as he spoke. "You're not old. But, I… I will let you rest now."

He took a deep, shaky breath. "And I promise not to keep waking you up with my inability to properly channel through life."

The silver man wrapped his arms around the small woman, pulling her against his chest as he finished his statement. "I'll miss you, Anastasia."

She smiled, returning the man's hug as she spoke. "I'll miss you too, Idiot…"


Cerulean eyes fluttered open as an onerous groan left Creed's lips. The silver man lightly coughed and wrapped an arm around his throbbing abdomen. His breathing was labored and he could tell most, if not all of his ribs were broken, making it difficult for him to receive the oxygen his lungs desperately needed.

"T…Train…" Creed's words were arduous and weak, desperate and tired.

He coughed again and again, brushing the dust and smoke aside with his surely broken hand. The swordsman attempted to stand up, but his muscles were too fatigued to support his weight and he fell back to the ground again.

He let out an excruciating grunt as his cheek landed on a pile of pebbles. He rolled onto his back and rested his arm next to his body as he stared listlessly at the never-ending sky. His other arm remained wrapped around his stomach, applying as much pressure as the weak limb allowed to help alleviate some of the pain.

Creed licked his lips and took in a shallow breath, speaking a bit louder as he called out to his beloved again.

"Train!" He coughed again as more smoke entered his lungs. "Train! Train, where are you!?"

He gritted his teeth as an aggressive wave of pain washed through his body, squeezing his eyes tight as he waited for it to pass.

Once it subsided, he shouted again. "Train! Train, can you hear me?! Are you alright?!"

Instead of hearing his beloved's melodic voice, he heard a tree cracking in the distance. A few seconds later, he heard it fall to the ground, its deafening crash resounding profoundly throughout the forest. As if summarizing the intensity of the fight.

Creed waited for the sound to dissipate, then called out again. "Train, please! Answer me!"

Hearing nothing in response, he clenched his fist and punched the ground. "Damnit…"

The swordsman hissed as a surge of agony swelled throughout his fingers, verifying his hand was indeed broken.

Damnit… Everything hurts. Too many things are broken…

Creed knew he was in deplorable shape and was beginning to fear what would become of him if he wasn't given medical attention soon.

And if I pass out again, I don't know if Train, let alone anyone else, will see me behind this seemingly endless fog.

Creed bit his lower lip and called out to his Kitten again. "Train, I need you…"

He didn't just need Train to heal his wounds, he needed to see Train's warm, amber eyes, see his gentle, kind smile. He needed to hear his beloved's exuberant laugh, touch his unruly chocolate hair, caress his soft, velvety skin, feel the golden man's strong arms around his body.

"Train…" He whispered, desperately clinging to consciousness as he called out one last time. "Where are you…?"

"Creed?! Creed! I'm here!"

Creed heard the cat curse as a branch broke a few feet away from him.

"Keep talking, Creed! I'm coming!"

Creed smiled, his body relaxing slightly at the sound of his partner's voice. "I'm here, Train! What's taking you so long?!"

His smile broadened when he heard his beloved let out a discontented grunt.

"Hey! It's not my fault you left my arms! You know I'd never let you go if I had a choice!"

Creed let out a contented sigh.

He found me…

The mere thought of seeing Train again was enough to alleviate some of his pain. "Like I would willingly leave your embrace? Just get over here and hold me again! This time, tighter!"

Hearing Train's laugh soothed his wounds more than any savle could.

"Oh, just you wait! I'll hold you so tight, you'd wish that shot killed you!"

Creed smirked. "Fat chance…"

The silver man heard footsteps quickly approaching and he could tell by the way they were moving, his beloved was limping.

"Train…" Creed whispered as he felt his Kitten kneel next to him. "You're hurt…"

Train rolled his eyes as his lover reached out to him, lightly grasping the silver man's broken digits. Without hesitation, the cat activated his healing bots, not caring at all that they were completely depleted.

"Like you're one to talk. Have you seen yourself lately? You're a mess!"

Creed slowly opened his eyes, his heart lighting with rapturous joy the moment he saw Train's golden orbs staring lovingly down at him. "But am I still cute?"

Train sighed, then leaned forward so his lips were only a few inches away from Creed's forehead. With what little Nanomachines he had left, he concentrated a few of the healing bots to his lips and pressed them tenderly against Creed's bruised flesh.

The cat's smile broadened when he heard the silver man let out a contented mewl. "I can't imagine any scenario where you don't look cute, Creed. Even now, covered in soot and dirt, caked in blood and mud, littered with bruises, you are still just as ravishing as always."

Creed purred cordially at his love's words, the pain in his body slowly ebbing away with each kiss Train blessed him with. The aching in his hand slowly turned into discomfort as Train healed his broken fingers, lightening the pain in his body even more.

"Train…" Creed whispered as he tangled his gradually healing fingers around Train's. "We did it… We won."

Train smiled against Creed's forehead, pulling his lips away slightly so he could rest his cheek against his lover's face. "We did, Creed. We did."

With his Nanomachines still activated, Train gently lifted Creed into his arms, resting the silver man's back against his chest and shoulder. He adjusted their hands slightly so they rested on top of Creed's heart, squeezing his Stallion's fingers, pressing his face against the swordsman's as his other arm wrapped around the silver man's shoulder.

Not only did Train want to hold Creed as close to his body as he could, he wanted to make sure his Nanomachines could reach as many of his fiance's wounds as possible.

"Train…" Creed whispered again, resting his cheek against the cat's shoulder so he could look up at the stunning man. "I love you…"

Train smiled down at his partner, lightly caressing Creed's hand with his thumb. Without saying a word, Train pressed his lips against Creed's.

Creed purred against his lover's mouth, spreading his lips slightly to permit Train's tongue access to his hot depths. He smiled when he felt Train's smooth muscle massaging his own, moaning in both delight and relief at the heated sensation his beloved was providing him.

The kiss was hotter than usual, and Creed knew that was because his Kitten had his Nanomachines activated. It gave the embrace a more intimate, caring feel, since it meant the golden man was trying to heal his body along with his heart and soul.

The pain in Creed's body lessened as the Black Cat's mouth and hands healed his body. However, the longer they kissed, the less heated the gunman's body became.

After a few minutes, Creed felt the heat created by the Nanomachines disappear, leaving only Train's natural warmth to assuage his aching body. As much as Creed loved feeling his beloved's authentic torridity, he was growing worried for the man.

Creed pulled away from his Kitten. "Are you okay? Your Nanomachines stopped working."

Train smirked. "Does that mean you don't want to kiss me anymore?"

Creed rolled his eyes and gave his partner another peck before he spoke again. "You know that's not what I meant. Let me check you."

Creed pulled away from his Kitten so he could take the man in, ignoring the residual pain still firing through his body since he knew it was the best he could hope for at the moment.

And I'm definitely better now than I was before Train found me.

Creed grimaced as he scanned his partner's bloody figure. Since Train's shirt was gone, Creed was able to see every cut, bruise, and bump that adorned the Black Cat's normally flawless body.

Dry blood painted the golden man's slightly tanned skin as fresh blood dripped from his nose, mouth, and forehead, mingling grotesquely with his sweat. Dirt and mud swarmed his body, mixing vulgarly inside his wounds, coating Train's alluring muscles with their disgusting existence.

Twigs, leaves, and dirt tangled in Train's exquisite chocolate hair, sweat pinning a few of his cocoa locks to his forehead. The ends of his hair were frayed and skewed, giving the Black Cat a sweeping look of dishevelment and chaos.

Creed widened his eyes and cupped his love's cheeks, his heart racing with fear as he spoke. "Oh my God, Train! Stop healing me and heal yourself!"

Train rolled his eyes. "Even if I wanted to heal myself, I couldn't. My bots are used up. I thought you just figured that out."

Creed pouted. "Then you shouldn't have healed me at all. You should have saved it for yourself."

Train narrowed his eyes. "And leave you wallowing in pain? No thanks. Besides, I'm clearly in better shape than you are. I may be hurt, but I'm not knocking at death's door."

The gunman paused his sentence when he felt a wave of pain wash through him, then spoke through gritted teeth. "...At least not anymore."

Creed hardened his pout. "That's not the point. The point is you're hurt, and they're your Nanomachines, so you should concentrate on your body first."

Train sighed, then squished his partner's cheeks together. "My body, my choice. And I chose to heal you with my remaining bots."

Seeing Creed was not happy with that response, Train sighed. "They'll come back over time, you know that. I just need to rest. And now that neither of us are dying and the war is over, I can do just that."

Creed continued pouting at his Kitten, completely ignoring the fact that everything Train said was true and opened his mouth to speak again. However, he was prevented from doing so as the cat squished his cheeks again and pulled their lips closer together.

"Just shut up and kiss me. Unless you're only willing to kiss me if you get a healing benefit out of it."

Creed blinked at his love, then smiled and brushed his lips against Train's. "You can heal me with more than just your Nanomachines, Love."

As their lips met again, Creed sighed and relaxed into his beloved, gently resting one of his hands on Train's bare and bruised chest. With his other hand, Creed brushed his fingertips against Train's arm, then tangled his fingers between his partner's dirty, calloused digits.

Train wrapped his fingers around Creed's as well, squeezing them slightly. He brought both their hands up so they rested on the side of their faces as they embraced, smiling against his lover's lips.

The men continued to press their bodies against one another, grasping tightly at one another's hands, their torrid lips scorching each other's flesh as their tongues tangled and twisted together.

As they folded into each other's heat, the world around them disappeared. All they could feel was the fiery sensation of the other man's body, and the feverish passion behind other's lips.

They were so lost in their embrace that they did not hear the hasty, avid footsteps rapidly approaching. If they were capable of hearing anything outside of the small bubble they created around themselves, they would have been able to tell there was more than one person running towards them.

Train let out a dismayed and shocked gasp as an unidentified individual smacked unrestrainedly into his back. Before he could react, two thin, petite arms wrapped eagerly around his waist, pulling him backwards and away from Creed's lips.

The erratic way in which he was yanked off his lover was a clear sign that whoever was grasping him was not in control of their emotions. The way the individual's arms trembled gave them an air of desperation, which sent a wave of anxiety down Train's back.

"TRAIN! Oh my God, Train! Are you okay?!"

The moment that voice entered his ear, Train knew exactly who was embracing him. And the distressed tone in the newcomer's voice caused a frown to form on Train's face.

"Lin…" Train placed his hands lightly on top of the smaller man's, patting them gently as he spoke. "I think I should be asking you that question. Why are you shaking so much?"

Lin buried his head into the back of Train's neck, soaking the gunman's flesh with his salty tears. "Why do you think I'm shaking?! We had no idea where you were or what shape you were in!"

Train blinked, his head bowed forward as Lin leaned harder into him. "We?"

He was unable to look back to see who else was approaching, but the distinct sound of twigs breaking and leaves ruffling told Train it was more than one person. When he heard a gruff grumble and disgruntled curse, he was easily able to work out who it was.

"Damnit, Eve, I told you I can walk on my own!"

An annoyed, but demur sigh signaled Eve's obvious frustration. "The last time you said that I let go, and you fell on a rock that sliced your already broken shine open."

Sven grumbled again, then let out a painful groan as another voice entered the conversation. "Would you shut up and let Eve help you?! She's in better shape than the rest of us despite sustaining double the amount of damage."

Train recognized the new voice as Rinslet, his concern for his friends growing upon hearing how dull and dreary the normally sarcastic, peppy thief sounded. He could also tell Eve was exhausted and beaten from the tone of her voice, and he didn't need to look at Sven to know what kind of shape he was in.

Sven glared at Rinslet. "...You don't need to remind me what she went through while we were taking a nap."

Eve sighed again, releasing a harrowing grunt as she adjusted Sven's arm around her shoulder. "Don't compare yourself to me and don't think about the shape I'm in. You need to worry about yourself."

As his friends argued, Train felt someone sitting next to him, quickly figuring out who it was as Kyoko rested her bloody head on his shoulder. The teen did not say anything. She just let out a long, quiet sigh as she shut her eyes and relaxed against Train.

Sven opened his mouth to respond to Eve, but stopped when they were closer to Train and Creed. Seeing Lin and Kyoko clinging to the cat with Creed sitting a few feet away on the ground, he frowned. They looked worse than he felt which, in his opinion, was quite a feat.

"Train…" Sven whispered as they stepped behind him, allowing Eve to help him lean on the ground next to the Black Cat. "Train… Are you okay?"

Despite the worry he was feeling, Train gave Sven a sardonic smile. "Lin just asked the same question, and I'm still trying to figure out how to answer."

"Just tell them the truth, Kitten…"

Train looked towards his fiance, watching as Eve knelt next to him and began examining his wounds. Creed's voice was strained, but he managed to give his beloved a small smile.

"Tell him we both feel like shit."

Train returned his partner's smile, then sighed when he felt Lin's arms squeeze him tighter, signaling the small man's worry. "We're fine now, Lin. I promise."

Feeling more tears soak his neck, Train deepened his frown and gave Lin's arm a gentle pat. "We're fine and together again. And we'll stay together to matter what."

Wanting to lighten the mood, Train chuckled quietly. "Well, we'll be together whenever you're not on a job for Chronos."

Lin let out a shaky sigh. "I'm leaving Chronos. I want to become a sweeper."

Train blinked and froze. "What?!"

Lin frowned, unsure of how to interpret his love's reaction and buried his face further into Train's neck. He wanted to wait until after the war was over to tell his Sweetness his plan to leave Chronos and stay with the rag-tag team of sweepers, but he didn't think he'd blurt it out before the golden Adonis even had a chance to recover from his injuries.

Then again, hearing Train was able to have such a visceral reaction to his statement meant the cat wasn't as bad off as he thought, which made him feel less guilty about dropping that bombshell on the gunman.

Lin smiled into Train's neck. "Now's not the time. We'll talk about it later."

Train opened his mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by Sven who was sitting cross legged next to him. "He's right, Train. The war may be over, but we're not out of the woods yet. Literally and figuratively."

"I hate to agree with Sven, but he's right. Where's Charden?"

Train turned to Rinslet as he gently removed Lin's arms from around his waist and gingerly pushed Kyoko off him. "Excellent question. I have no idea."

"What?!" Sven said, immediately clutching his stomach and groaning at the pain his sudden exclamation caused. "How do you know he's been dealt with and the war is over if you don't even know where he is?!"

"Because I saw him fall." Creed allowed Eve to help him stand, wrapping his arm around the girl's shoulder to support him. "It may have been far away and my vision may have been blurry, but I definitely saw it."

He shut his eyes and rested his chin on top of Eve's head. "Charden's done. I'm sure of it."

Train smiled at his fiancé, allowing himself to take in the sight of the man he loved for a moment before attempting to stand as well. "Now we just need to find him so we can wrap this up."

Train stumbled forward as he stood up, nearly falling but was caught by Lin and Kyoko. The two wrapped their arms around Train's waist, helping the gunman stand as the cat rested his arm on both of their shoulders.

Lin frowned as he hoisted Train up. "Train, should you really be trekking through the woods searching for Charden with the shape you're in? You need medical attention like yesterday."

Train chuckled. "I can't say that statement is wrong. Especially since it feels like this war has been going on for more than a day. I very well may have needed medical attention yesterday."

Creed smirked at his beloved. "Judging by the setting sun, it's been at least a day."

Train smiled at his partner, then addressed Lin again. "Where's Sephiria and the other numbers? And how were you guys able to find us? Most importantly, where's E?"

Train knew Saya explained everything to him in his dream, but since he was conscious, he wanted to make sure her information was accurate.

Not that she'd lie to me. I just want to be sure I didn't make it all up.

"Aliane got E to Chronos' headquarters, so don't worry your pretty little head about her." Lin made sure to answer that question quickly since he knew that would be eating at Train's soul more than anything else.

Train sighed in relief.

Saya was right. She's safe. And I guess Aliane is proving herself.

He felt a wistful smile slide across his lips.

Lin adjusted his arms around Train's waist. "As for Sephiria, she brought the children and remaining numbers to Chronos' headquarters as well. All the numbers are having their wounds treated right now, but Sephiria said she'll be back as soon as the prisoners are settled in."

Train frowned as Lin and Kyoko helped him move forward, a bit hesitant to ask his next question. "How many numbers were remaining?"

He was worried about what the answer would be for a few reasons. He was worried about hearing how high the casualty rate was, but also apprehensive about how survived.

If Shiki and Maro survived, they might be able to break out and start a whole new Apostles. And if it's Watts or Doctor…

Train subtly shook his head, not wanting to think about it.

But if it's Nica, maybe Sven will have a chance to reconcile his feelings for her.

Lin swallowed thickly, unsure of how to break the news. "Well, let me start by saying all of the children were spared…"

"And Leon was able to get away." Eve made sure to insert her comment quickly, hoping that would ease some of the pain since she knew everything else he was about to hear would hurt.

Train sighed a breath of relief. "Good. I'm glad Sephiria was able to keep her promise."

Lin frowned. "But… The only numbers who survived were Eathes and… Watts."

Train's blood went cold and he glanced at Creed to see how his lover was reacting to the news. The look in the silver man's eyes told a story Train did not wish to read, and he reached a hand out to his partner, tangling their bruised fingers together.

"It's okay, Creed… He won't be able to break out of Chronos' prison."

But, if those are the only two that survived… that means…

He looked to Sven who was making a point to avoid eye contact. "She had a proper burial. I made sure of it."

Train could tell by the curt way the older man was speaking, he didn't want to talk about it.

It's also not worth dwelling on the fact that so many died. I knew there was no way Sephiria could keep every aspect of her promise

Knowing better than to push the subject, he returned to his previous question.

"You didn't answer my other question. How did you get here? And how are you all able to stand? Did Eve use up her Nanomachines?"

He was very concerned about that last question being answered, since he knew his bots were completely depleted.

And we need something left in us to deal with Charden's.

Lin bit his lower lip, not sure how to explain to Train who helped them. He hoisted Train up again and gave Eve a pleading look out of the corner of his eyes.

The Bio-girl sighed, tightening her hold on Creed as they continued taking laborious steps forward. She glanced over her shoulder at Sven, who was walking side by side with Rinslet, the two of them walked together after the rest of their friends.

Seeing the look on Sven and Rinslet's face, Eve could tell neither of them were going to tell Train either and it was going to be left to her to explain it to the cat.

"Great, treat me like a child, call me a child, then leave the biggest questions for the child to answer."

Train cocked an eyebrow at the girl as they continued limping forward. "What's so bad about finding us and being alive?"

Eve sighed, helping Creed take another step forward. "Because of who kept us alive…"

Train's confusion increased. "Who kept you alive? Why does it matter as long as you're alive?"

Eve looked at her friends again, then sighed, deciding it was best to just say it. "Hue. The Apostles' scientist and sweep we tried to bring in all those years ago. And Echidna brought us here with a portal."

Train blinked at the girl. "Hue? Really?"

Eve gave the cat a confused look. "You're… not concerned?"

Train grunted quietly as his leg twitched painfully from their careful steps. "No. Echidna's the one that brought us to Charden. She wanted this war to end just as badly as we did."

Eve opened and closed her mouth a few times, then shook her head. "I guess now isn't the time to get into that story either…"

Train shrugged, regretting it immediately as a painful throb swept through his body. "Probably not. We need to find Charden and Jax soon so we can properly tend to our wounds."

Lin frowned. "Your Nanomachines can't heal you?"

Train sighed, knowing the man was not going to like his response. "No. Which brings me back to my other question which has yet to be answered."

He looked over Lin's head at Eve. "Did you use up your Nanomachines as well?"

"Yes." Eve's answer cut like a knife. "I'm completely drained."

Train nodded, again regretting the motion as another wave of agony plagued his body. "I figured as much, but that does leave us up the creek without a paddle in more ways than one."

Not only are we going to have to wait on healing our wounds, but we're going to have to find another way to incapacitate Charden.

Before the war started, they agreed the best way to truly defeat Charden was to drain him of his bots. Yes, he would still have his Tao, but he would be far less deadly without his Nanomachines.

And with Echidna essentially our side, maybe she'll be able to convince him to give this whole world domination thing up.

Train was a bit concerned she would flip as soon as the war was over, but after hearing she helped them reunite with their friends, got their scientist to heal them, and stayed true to her word about letting E free, he was more confident that wasn't going to happen.

"How did you defeat Charden?"

Train glanced over his shoulder at Sven. "With my Railgun. That also makes me all the more positive he's down and out for the count."

At least for now. And Hopefully he's not dead.

Train made sure not to aim his shot directly at the man, but he knew with how powerful it was, there was no guarantee he didn't accidentally kill the Blood Taoist.

"Well, if we find Charden, Hue will most likely be with them and she can tend to your wounds." Eve gritted her teeth, ignoring the pain she was in as she continued helping Creed walk.

Creed tried to lessen the weight he had on the girl, hissing painfully as he applied pressure to his legs. "You really think she'd heal us?"

Eve frowned. "She healed us, didn't she? If it wasn't for her, I don't know if we would be together right now."

Sven snorted from behind them. "Yeah, you think we're in bad shape right now, you should have seen us before."

Rinslet rolled her eyes. "She may have put our bodies back together, but we're still mangled."

"Yeah, but at least we're back together." Lin said as he helped Train straighten up. "And until we get back to Chronos, that's what Train and Creed need."

Train frowned. "If Hue is the one that healed you, why isn't she still with you?"

Eve sighed as she answered the cat's question for Lin. "When Echidna opened the portal to help lead us to you, she opened a different one for Hue."

Train nodded in understanding. "She probably brought Hue to Charden and Jax to heal them."

Eve nodded as well. "I can't imagine where else Echidna would have brought her if it wasn't to Charden."

"All the more reason to find them." Sven whispered.

"Not to get anyone's hopes up, but Kyoko sees something up there."

All eyes turned in the direction Kyoko was gesturing, a little thrown off by the girl's voice since she had been silent up until then.

Seeing the blurry figures she was referring to, a spark of hope and wiggle of anxiety pushed Train to walk a bit faster. "I really hope it's them! I'd really like to collapse."

Despite how eager he was to find their enemies, he was also nervous. He was nervous that they would find either two dead bodies, or two men who were more than willing to continue the fight.

Added to that was the fact that he had no idea how they were going to remove Charden's Nanomachines with both him and Eve unable to use theirs.

Can't think about that. One step at a time. We need to find them first before we figure that part out.

"Train, slow down." Lin's voice was quiet as he tried to keep up with his Sweetness. "I know you want to find them, but you can barely stand. Let me help."

Train grunted as Lin slipped his arms around his waist again. Until that moment, he didn't realize he was beginning to fall over.

Creed smirked. "It's definitely them. I could spot that woman's terribly dyed hair a mile away."

Train chuckled at his lover's comment, tossing his Stallion a playful smile before locking eyes onto the figures ahead of them. As they approached, he could see it was four figures.

Jax is laying on top of Charden, but is he…?

With his eyes still locked onto their enemies, Train addressed Eve with a serious tone. "Eve… Are you sure you're out of Nanomachines?"

Eve frowned, knowing exactly why Train was asking her that question. "Yes. Definitely."

She tried to give Train a reassuring look. "We'll figure something out, Train."

Train sighed, pushing himself off Lin as they stood only a few steps away from the people who had given him endless pain and turmoil for far too many years.

Train brushed Lin's hands aside as the small man tried to take hold of him again, determined to take slow, painful steps towards Charden on his own. He tried to hide how much agony he was, straightening himself up and standing strong in front of the Apostles' leader.

He didn't want Charden to know how weak he was.

He kept his eyes locked onto the Blood Taoist, waiting for Charden to sense his presence. It didn't take long for the blonde man to turn away from his partner and meet the Black Cat's gaze, and Train was taken aback with the emotions his enemy was portraying.

Charden's eyes were empty, yet somehow still filled with so much pain and misery. He looked dead, but Train could feel his spirit shining brightly through his glazed orbs. Despite his cadaverous expression and barren eyes, Train could sense how much life and love the man still had inside of him.

However, Train was easily able to see through the man's bountiful and contradicting emotions to see one truth behind it all.

"Black Cat…" Charden's voice came out as a hoarse, painful whisper. "Creed… You've… won."

He allowed his head to fall back onto the ground, shutting his eyes as he squeezed Jax tightly to his chest. "You've bested me. I… Lost."

Train was unable to speak, opening and closing his mouth a few times as if he were a fish out of water. He was at least expecting a verbal fight from the man, not instant outward acceptance of his defeat.

Creed, able to tell his beloved was not going to respond, pushed himself away from Eve and towards Charden. "You put up a hell of a good fight, Charden…"

Charden's chuckle was riddled with agony, his voice strained. "Yes, but… not good enough it seems."

Creed smirked. "Well, I don't know about that. We're all pretty beaten up. Not to mention almost dead…"

Charden opened his eyes, but did not lift his head. "Will you… at least spare Echidna and the boy?"

Creed frowned, confused why Charden was hinting at them ending anyone's life. "You are aware who you're speaking to, right? What makes you think we're going to kill you?"

Charden tried to lift his head, grunting when he realized how much it hurt. "Isn't… Isn't Sephiria with you?"

Echidna smiled at her lover, caressing his cheek as she spoke. "No, Darling. She's not here. It's just the Black Cat, Creed, and their friends. No numbers here except for Number X."

"It will be the former Number X soon." Lin clutched his side as he spoke. "So you don't have to worry about me reporting anything that happens here to Chronos."

Charden relaxed his hold on Jax, feeling a bit more at ease, but not fully. "But, you're… still going to turn us into Chronos… Which assures our demise."

Train cocked an eyebrow. "Why would we do that? Sephiria made it perfectly clear she'd kill you on sight."

Sephiria's promise to kill as few people as possible did not extend to Charden. That was the one thing she made sure they knew she was never going to promise. That was why Echidna was so desperate to get them to Charden before Sephiria or any numbers got there.

Charden gave Train a confused look. "What?"

"It's true, Charden." Echidna made sure her voice was reassuring as she spoke. "They promised me if I freed the woman and helped their friends, he would go easy on us."

Charden frowned. "Going easy on us does not entail letting us go…"

Train sighed, wincing slightly at the pain it caused. "Yes, but it also doesn't entail us handing you over to a group of people who will absolutely kill you. We're sticking to our moral code."

Charden wanted to shake his head in confusion, but realized he couldn't move his body. "Then… what do you intend to do with us."

Eve took a step forward, standing between Creed and Train. "We want to render you useless by removing your Nanomachines."

Charden blinked a few times at the girl, then released an ironic chuckle. "That would still leave me with my Tao…"

"Yes, but you will be far more easy to deal with if you only have your Tao." Creed wrapped his fingers around his bloody shoulder. "Besides that, the Apostles are through. Other than you three and Hue, the only members that are still alive Eathes and Watts. And they are now prisoners of Chronos."

Charden was silent for a moment, then shut his eyes. "You're right. The Apostles are done. You've proven who is stronger."

A small, wistful smile slid across his lips. "It's useless to continue this shortsighted war…"

The defeated tone in Charden's voice and immediate acceptance of his failure was all the evidence Train needed to feel confident the Blood Taoist had completely given up.

Even before he lost his mind, Charden was never the type to admit defeat. He had always been prideful, and would fight to the bitter end. Giving up just wasn't in his genetic code, so hearing the man admit he had lost lifted a weight off Train's shoulders.

He's done. The Apostles are done.

A small smile crept across the cat's cracked lips as he slowly lowered his body to the ground.

We really did win…

Train knelt on the ground next to Charden, glancing at the teen in his arms. "Is he alive?"

"Yes, he is. And if you would all move out of the way, I can ensure that he stays that way."

All eyes turned to Hue who was pushing through the sweepers, a portal closing behind her as he rushed over to the boy. The sweepers weren't sure where the woman had gone, but the fact that she stepped through the portal with what looked to be a sack of medical supplies, they safely assumed Echidna sent her somewhere to get more healing materials.

Train scooted back as Hue removed Jax from Charden's arm. The Blood Taoist was reluctant to let him go, which visibly frustrated the scientist.

She gave the blonde man an impatient look as she carefully, but hastily pried his arms off Jax. "Charden, you need to trust me. If you don't, he will die."

Charden stared at the woman, thrown off by the serious indignation in her voice along with the informality of her words. Hue had never referred to him by his first name without some sort of respectful title attached to it.

Echidna placed her hand lightly on the man's shoulder. "Charden… Let Hue work."

Charden blinked at his partner, then released his hold on the boy. As soon as Jax was free, Hue placed him gently on the ground and began working on him.

As she began bandaging the teen, she spoke to Train and Creed. "When I'm done with him, I'll tend to your wounds as well. That is, unless you plan to leave before I'm finished with the boy."

Creed's eyes were fixated on Hue as she plunged a syringe hurriedly into the teen's arm. He was concerned for the boy's well being, especially since he knew Train would never forgive himself if Jax didn't make it.

Hell, I'll never forgive myself if he doesn't make it. I am just as responsible for his current condition as Train is.

"We can't leave until we deal with Charden." Creed made sure to hide the trepidation in his voice.

The war may have been over, but that didn't change they were still sitting with former terrorists. And he didn't want them to hear any weakness coming from him.

Echidna kept her eyes locked onto Charden, running a finger gently through his hair as she furrowed her brow in thought. Her eyes opened wide as an idea suddenly occurred to her.

"Hue, are you able to remove Charden's Nanomachines?"

All eyes turned to the actress, giving her a stupefied, but hopeful look. Charden was the only one who was wary of that decision, but was far too exhausted and hurt to relay his concerns.

"Doesn't matter…" Charden whispered, unaware he was speaking out loud. "What worth is immortality if I cannot achieve my foolish goals?"

Echidna frowned at her lover, leaning forward to press her forehead against his. She could tell he was scared. "It's okay, my love… Everything will be okay."

Hue watched the two for a moment, continuing to work on Jax as she spoke. "Yes, I can."

Train jumped at the woman's confident words. "Really?!"

Hue did not look at Train, her eyes falling back onto Jax as she addressed the Black Cat. "Yes. I recently created an antidote for the Nanomachines."

With one hand bandaging Jax, Hue slipped her other hand into her pocket and pulled out another needle. "This syringe contains an antidote that should completely nullify all Nanomachines in any individual. Including you, Black Cat."

Train blinked at the woman, not sure how to react to what she was saying. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Eve.

"What about me?" The girl gave Hue a curious look. "Would it get rid the bots in me? Make me a normal girl?"

Sven frowned, reaching out to gently pat his ward's shoulder. "Eve… Do you really want to remove your Nanomachines?"

Eve gave Sven a confused and slightly offended look. "No! Of course not! I'm simply asking to verify how strong this supposed antidote is."

Hue sighed as she applied an ointment to Jax's chest. "No, because your body is made entirely of Nanomachines. The antidote would most likely kill you."

She glanced over her shoulder at Train since she believed he would be interested in her next statement. "It would work on you and Charden because the Nanomachines are only a part of you, but do not entirely make up your mass."

She pulled away from Jax for a moment, holding up the needle so Train could get a better look at it. "This antidote is programmed to negate foreign objects in an individual's body, and I made sure it would specifically target Nanomachines."

"How do you know it works?" Creed asked, taking a defensive stance next to Train, as if he was going to protect his beloved from the inanimate object. "Have you tested it?"

Hue bit her bottom lip, then regretfully shook her head. "No… But, I am confident it will work."

The group was silent for a minute, unsure of how to respond. Finally, the silence was broken by Eve, who took another step towards Hue.

The Bio-girl ripped the syringe out of Hue's hand, causing Sven to let out a panicked grunt. Her erratic, quick motion startled the sweeper.

"EVE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Eve gave him a reassuring look as she spoke. "Just trust me."

Eve shut her eyes and released a long, slow breath. As she stood in silence, they watched as the fingers Eve had wrapped around the needle began to glow a faint shade of sickly green, a color they had never seen the Nano-girl turn.

After a few seconds, Eve hissed in pain and hastily handed the syringe back to Hue. "It'll work. And at this point, it's our best bet."

She turned to Creed and Train, knowing they ultimately had the final say in the matter. "That is, unless we want to lock him up until our Nanomachines return and remove them ourselves. But, do you really think we have that kind of luxury?"

Creed frowned. "What you really mean is, can we trust Charden to be a quiet, patient prisoner without Chronos' help until we recover."

He glanced at his lover out of the corner of his eye, his heart aching at the deplorable shape he was in. "...I don't think we can do that. Especially since we have no idea how long it will take for us to heal and your Nanomachine to recover. Not to mention we don't have the resources to keep them locked up and hidden from Sephiria. She's going to come find us as soon as she gets the chance."

Train barely heard what Creed said. He was staring at the syringe, mulling Hue's words over in his head.

Do I… want her to remove my Nanomachines…?

He couldn't lie to himself and say he hadn't grown attached to his Nanomachines, but he always said he'd have them removed after the war was over.

I would be normal again. Well, I guess as normal as I could ever be.

Train frowned, shutting his eyes and blocking out all the sound around him as he thought. He let out a deep breath, choosing to listen to his gut instead of anything or anyone else.

No. I don't want my Nanomachines removed. I may not have chosen to have them become a part of me, but they are now.

"Do it."

Train opened his eyes, blinking in confusion at the man they had come from.

Charden gave Hue a resolute look. "Do it. Inject me with the antidote."

He turned to Jax, his eyes filled with sympathy as he spoke. "Give it to the boy too. He needs to be a kid again. We need to give him back the childhood we stole from him."

The Blood Taoist like a long, shaky breath. "I need to give him back the innocence I stole from him."

Hue stared at her leader for a few minutes, then nodded. "Yes, Charden-sama, I will."

She moved herself closer to Charden, lightly gripping the arm he extended to her. Without saying a word, Hue stabbed the needle gently into her leader's flesh, puncturing his skin and injecting him with the antidote.

When the syringe was empty, she pulled it out of Charden's arm and pulled an identical looking needle out of her other pocket.

She turned to Train, offering him the syringe one last time. "Well, Black Cat? Do you want me to remove your Nanomachines? I can always make more and remove Jax's later."

Train smiled, then shook his head. "No. I'll keep my bots, thank you."

"Are you sure?" Creed asked. "You could be normal again."

Train rolled his eyes and flicked his partner's forehead. "Since when have I ever been normal? I've made the decision to live with them and I'm sticking to it. Besides, they've proven to be more fun than I anticipated."

Creed frowned, opening his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Eve.

"If he ever changes his mind, I can remove them, Creed."

Creed stared at the girl for a moment, then sighed and nodded. "True…"

It's Train's body, after all. He can do whatever he wants with it.

Hue nodded, then turned to Jax and injected the needle in him as well. As she did that, the group watched as Charden's body twitched, then saw his muscles relax, and his eyes shut as his breathing slowed.

Echidna gave the scientist a panicked look. "What's going on?!"

Hue pulled the syringe from Jax's arm and addressed the actress. "Don't worry, he's fine. The drug is meant to put the individuals to sleep to make it easier to erase the Nanomachines."

She pocketed the empty syringes, continuing to work on Jax as she finished her statement. "They may show signs of pain and discomfort, but I promise the numbing agent I added to it will help with all that."

Hue gave Echidna a sympathetic, but staunch look as she spoke. "Trust me, Echidna. I promise they will be okay, and will return to us as they once were."

Echidna smiled, her body relaxing as she nodded. "Thank you."

Hue nodded in return, then continued working on Jax.

Train glanced at Hue. "So… you just happened to have those syringes on you at the exact moment we needed them?"

Hue rolled her eyes. "Idiot, I've had them on me this entire time. I made them before the war started as a back up plan to save myself, but after Echidna told me what her plans were, I figured an opportunity like this might arise."

Train blinked at the woman. "Did you plan to stick Charden with the needle if he got too close to you?"

She glanced at Train from the corner of eye. "Don't mistake my current kindness with weakness, Black Cat. I've always had a back up plan to get myself out of this alive."

He smirked at the woman's response, then turned to Echidna. "What do you plan to do now?"

Echidna smiled at her lover, adjusting Charden so he was laying in her lap as she continued running her fingers through his hair. "There's a small cottage Charden set aside for us years ago that he said we could go to if everything fell apart. I'm going to take Jax and Charden there."

Hue spoke next. "And before you ask, I plan on turning myself into Chronos."

Train blinked at the scientist. "What happened to keeping yourself safe?"

Hue gave the cat an impatient look. "I'm not an imbecile, Black Cat. I plan to offer them my expertise and knowledge of all things related to the Tao and Nanomachines. They may keep me prisoner, but I'll be a valuable prisoner they will treat well."

She smirked at the cat. "And with how much I know and all that I've done to keep Number One and the rest of you alive, I'm sure I can work my way into their good graces. Especially after she hears I killed Charden."

Train's heart stopped. "What?! Was that syringe really—

"—I'm not really going to kill him, ya twit. That's just what Echidna agreed I should tell them when I hand myself in."

Train, still confused, looked to Echidna for answers. Seeing she was too distracted by Charden to respond, he frowned. "I don't understand…"

Creed was able to piece together what their plan was and decided to explain it to his love. "If Chronos' think they're all dead and Hue is the one that did it with her antidote, not only will they cease their hunt for Echidna, Charden, and Jax, but they will spare Hue's life."

Train shook his head. "Sephiria will never believe that without seeing Charden's body. She also won't believe Charden let Hue give her a drug of any kind."

"They'd believe that last part if we say we told Charden it'd make him stronger." Hue muttered as she bandaged Jax.

"And they'll believe everything if you back us up." Echidna added, giving the Black Cat a pleading look. "I know we've asked a lot of you, but can I please ask this one last favor?"

She held Charden to her chest, giving Train the most beseeching look she could muster. "Please… Please tell them you saw our bodies… Please do us this one last favor, Train…"

She turned to Creed as well, giving him the same look she had given the golden man. "Creed…"

The men stared at the woman for a moment, then exchanged a look with one another, having an unspoken conversation with one another.

Train nodded to his partner, then turned back to Echidna. "On one condition."

Echidna nodded enthusiastically. "Yes. Anything."

Train moved towards Echidna. "You need to allow us to check in on you for as long as we need to until we are certain Charden won't regress."

Echidna locked eyes with the cat. "So… you'll be our wet nurse for a while, huh?"

She sighed, then turned back to Charden, watching as the man twitched in his sleep. She smiled as she brushed a few matted strands of hair out of her lover's face. "Okay. It's a deal."

Train smiled, then stood up. "Thank you."

Echidna shook her head. "No, thank you, Black Cat."

She turned her head to face Train, tears streaming down her face as she spoke. "Thank you… for giving us another chance."

Train gave her a warm, friendly smile.

Echidna smiled as well, then swept her arm in the air to open another portal to send the sweepers home. "I'll send word of our exact location immediately. I just want to get these two to bed first."

Creed smiled and nodded at the woman. "Take care, Echidna."

She returned his smile. "You too, Creed."

She waited until she knew they had all stepped through the portal, then shut it behind them. Without opening her eyes, she whispered quietly into her lover's ear.

"We'll be okay, Charden…" She kissed the man's forehead gently as she finished her statement. "We're going home."


Three Months Later

"For the last time, the gift table is over there, and the card box is over there! HEY! YOU! Yeah, you! What are you doing with the cake?!"

Sven slouched in a chair a few feet away from Rinslet who, in his opinion, had completely lost her mind. It was Train and Creed's wedding day, and the thief decided to take on the role of wedding coordinator.

Even though Train didn't want a big fuss and Creed agreed to keep things simple, we somehow find ourselves in this mangled chaos.

Sven watched as the woman chewed out the caterer for something he knew was not his fault.

Just like how she chewed out the florist for the roses not being red enough, and the photographer for not catching her good side in all the practice photos Rins made him take.

Sven sighed as Rinslet stomped away from the caterer, who gave the woman an unkind hand gesture behind her back.

Sven adjusted his tie. "Do you have to bite off everyone's head like that? They're just trying to do their job."

Rinslet gave the man an angry look out. "If they were doing their job right, I wouldn't have to bite their heads off."

Sven rolled his eyes. "Why are you so invested in this? It's not like it's your wedding."

That was what bothered Sven the most. Rinslet did not seem like the type to care about weddings at all, so her investment in the event was mind boggling.

Especially considering it's pointless. And I'm pretty sure she knows why it's pointless.

Rinslet narrowed her arms at the sweeper. "I know it's not my wedding day. But that doesn't mean I don't care about how it goes!"

Sven leaned forward and rubbed his eyes. "There aren't even that many people attending! It's just our group, your boyfriend, E, and Creed's music friends."

In total, the guest list reached less than fifteen people, and that included the grooms. In fact the event was so small, Train and Creed didn't bother sending out invitations. They simply texted everyone they wanted to attend to show up at that location at a certain time.

Sven eyed the table Rinslet had deemed was the gift table. "I don't even see the point of having a gift table or a card box. I doubt anyone will be bringing anything."

Rinslet scoffed at the man and turned away from him. "Yes they will. I told them to."

Sven blinked in confusion at the woman. "What?!"

The look in her eyes let Sven know she was not kidding. "They have practically nothing of their own. Most of what's in their new home belonged to Anastasia, and they let her daught take most of that. They need some things of their own to start their life."

Sven sighed and rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache set in. "Creed's going to be making bank soon. What could they need that they can't buy with the money he'll be making from that school?"

Rinslet scoffed again. "You are wrong on so many levels! Train is a very simple person with very simple tastes. Creed is not. And one of Train's simple pleasures in life is food. How do you expect Creed to make meals fulfilling enough for a man with that cat's appetite if they don't even have dishes?"

Sven sighed again, unable to argue with the woman since she was right. The only thing they had in their home was a bed, their own clothes, a few pictures, and a refrigerator.

They don't even have proper silverware. They've been using disposable plates and utensils.

Sven offered to give them some of the stuff they had at the sweeper house, but they declined. They said once Creed got the music business up and running again, they'd have more than enough money to get what they needed.

They also made it very clear they were happy with what they had.

Sven smiled as he remembered Creed's cheesy words. "They don't need anything, Rins. Not as long as they—"

"—Have each other, I know. But, don't they deserve more? Don't they deserve an event that celebrates their love and gifts from people who care about them?"

Rinslet gently fingered a rose in a nearby flower arrangement, her voice growing wistful. "Besides that, this event is for more than just them…"

Sven stared at the woman, frowning as he wrapped his fingers around the pearl ring that hung there, his heart weeping as the memory of Nica consumed him.

She's right... This isn't just for them. This is for all of us. To celebrate those who are still with us, and those who died so we could be here.

The ring hanging from his neck belonged to Nica, and the fact that he found it on his dresser in his room the day they returned home told Sven she was still with him.

Logically, he knew Echidna must have taken it from Nica's room at the Apostles' hideout and placed it on his dresser point before they returned, but his heart desperately wanted to believe it was a sign Nica was still with him.

The moment I saw this ring, I knew it. She wore it every day. She loved it. Her mother gave it to her.

Sven figured Nica must have taken it off before the war for fear of losing it. That was the only explanation as to why she wasn't wearing it when he buried her.

Sven smiled as he massaged the ring between his fingers. "...You're right, Rins. This is a celebration for all of us."

This is a celebration of our victory, and our lives.

He wrapped his fingers around the ring.

But… This is still all kind of pointless for Train and Creed.

"You know they're already married, right?"

Rinslet sighed. "Yes, I know…"

While everyone was recovering, Creed and Train snuck away and made their matrimony official.

"I know they got legally married without us, you don't need to remind me. However, that doesn't change that they didn't have a ceremony. Which is another reason why we're doing this."

Sven frowned. "Why do you sound so bitter?"

Rinslet turned to the sweeper, the swiftness of her motion making Sven jump. "Because I am! Their impatience was selfish! They should have at least let us accompany them to the courthouse to watch them sign the papers!"

Sven blinked. "Geeze, Rins, chill out! Like you said, today isn't really about them."

Rinslet sighed and nodded. "I know, I know… That outburst was just a bit of stress erupting from my mouth. Sorry."

Sven continued blinking. "Wh… What was that?"

Rin rolled her eyes. "I said sorry. I didn't mean to take my stress out on you."

Sven opened and closed his mouth several times, unsure of how to react to the woman's apology.

She has gotten a bit more gentle since the war ended. Maybe it taught her to take a step back and evaluate what's important in life.

"None of Chronos is coming today, right?"

Rinslet couldn't help but chuckle at the idea of Chronos attending a wedding. "Come on Sven. Can you really picture Sephiria and Belze attending a wedding? They can still barely express their affections for one another."

Sven snickered at the mental image. "That's true. However, I'd argue their inability to openly speak their feelings for each other is how they show their affections for one another."

Rinslet shook her head. "I actually understand what you mean by that. They also probably still have to hide what's going on between them."

Sven nodded. "Right."

Before the war ended, Belze and Sephiria made their affections for one another clear. However, because of their roles in Chronos, they were unable to be official.

They're together, yet they're not. But according to Train and Creed, they seem happy with the arrangement.

Sven figured it was because they were happy simply knowing their feelings were reciprocated, and knew they could always rely on each other no matter what.

However, I don't see wedding bells in their future. Then again, I don't think either of them would want that even if they weren't Chronos' top assassins.

At least they could be together in some capacity. But, they had to keep it on the downlow so as not to be separated by Chronos.

"But, you are correct. No one from Chronos will be here unless you count Lin. Which I don't since he's not returning to Chronos."

Rinslet stopped and thought about her words, realizing she was wrong. "Sorry, scratch that. Jenos will be here. But, he doesn't count either."

"Hey! I resent that!"

The voice came from Number VII himself, who was carrying in an overtly large arrangement of roses. "I most certainly do count! Unlike Lin, I am a member of Chronos. And an important member at that!"

Rinslet rolled her eyes and gestured to a table. "Just shut up and put those over there."

Sven chuckled as he watched Jenos move towards the table his girlfriend was gesturing to, mumbling quiet words of discontent under his breath.

That's right, Lin's officially left Chronos. He's even found a new place to live that's closer to us, and has started the process of receiving his sweeper's license.

Sephiria had been trying to talk the man out of his decision to leave Chronos, but Lin's mind was made up. He was not going to return.

She must have accepted that at least to some degree considering she's already started training Aliane to be his replacement.

Watts and Eathes were Chronos' prisoners, but Aliane had proven herself to be a valuable ally. It took some convincing, but Number One was able to get the Elders to agree to incorporate a former Apostle into their fold.

The fact that she has a Tao that happens to make her the perfect replacement for Lin's stealth and undercover missions must have aided in her argument. However, I don't see the other two ever being more than prisoners.

Train made sure to keep them in the loop about what was going on with Chronos and those men since Sven expressed concern about them breaking out and starting their own terrorist group.

Not that either of them are smart or strong enough to do that.

While Eathes had been working hard to earn Sephiria's trust, Watts fought them every step of the way. He found himself in solitary confinement quite often and as wrong as Sven knew it was to enjoy the man's situation, he couldn't help but smirk.

He deserves everything Chronos has in store for him.

"Have they told you anything about Echidna's and Charden's current situation?"

Sven sighed and shook his head. "No. They won't tell me anything."

The last three months, Train and Creed had been keeping tabs on their former enemies, but would not bring anyone else into the loop. They said it was to protect everyone from Chronos, claiming the less they knew the better, but Sven believed otherwise.

I think they still see those three as their problem and don't want to burrend the rest of us with their existence.

Despite how badly Sven wanted to know what was going on with the former Apostles, he was confident they weren't a threat anymore. If they were, Creed and Train would have said or done something.

"Aren't you officiating them? Shouldn't you be down the aisle preparing for that?"

Sven shook his head and gestured through the doorway that led to the arch of roses Train and Creed would be standing at in just a few moments.

"No. Didn't Lin tell you? He's going to officiate them."

Rinslet blinked. "What?"

Sven nodded. "That's right. He said while he will never truly be able to ever get over his love for Train, he can at least find a way to move forward. And for some reason, he thinks officiating Train's marriage to Creed will help."

Rinlset frowned, then glanced through the doorway to see what Sven was talking about. She saw Lin pacing back and forth, his brow furrowed as he read something off a piece of paper.

Her heart broke for the man, able to see the hurt behind his strong façade. "That sounds like something he'd say… But, do you think he's up for it? I half expected him to sit in the audience ready to raise his hand in objection. Even though he knows they're already married and there's nothing he can do to stop it."

Sven sighed. "That thought crossed my mind too, but he seems ready. In fact, he seems excited to do it. He truly believes this is the only thing that will help him move forward."

Rinslet stared at the petite man for a moment longer, then turned to Sven. "Where's Eve?"

"Right here."

Eve stepped through a doorway, dressed in a light purple dress Rinslet forced her to wear. However, Sven could tell she made adjustments to it, which caused the man to chuckle.

It really was too childish for her. She's not a kid anymore.

As much as it hurt Sven to admit that, it was true. She was almost as tall as Rinslet, so the fact that the thief wanted her to wear something that looked like it belonged on a toddler was laughable.

And as much as I hate to admit it, the adjustments she made suit her maturity.

The once puffy shoulders were removed, making the dress sleeveless. The ribbon that was wrapped around her waist was gone as well, allowing the dress to cling to her curvy figure without the distraction of an off putting bow.

Sven also noticed she was not wearing the white stocking Rinslet picked out for her, exchanging them for nude ones instead and forgoing the pink petticoat the older woman wanted her to wear. Removing that allowed the dress to fall freely against her legs, the hem of the garment reaching just below her knees.

Sven smiled at the young woman he helped raise, pride flowing through him as he spoke. "You look beautiful, Eve."

Eve looked up from her notes, noticing the fatherly twinkle in Sven's eyes and smiling in return. "Thank you, Sven. I'd say the same to you, but you're always wearing a suit."

Sven frowned and lifted his arms, looking himself over. "This suit is different! It's all black with a purple tie!"

Eve rolled her eyes. "A suit is a suit. However, you've always looked good in one, so I guess you look good in this one as well. If only we could get you to remove that stupid fedora, then the look would be complete."

Sven brushed the girl's words aside and leaned back in the chair. "Nevermind that. Whatcha reading?"

Eve looked back down at the paper. "A letter from Leon."

Sven sat up and gawked at the girl. "What?!"

Eve flapped the letter in the air between them. "I said it's a letter from Leon."

Leon was the one Apostles none of the sweepers could account for except Eve, and she refused to give away his whereabouts. Hearing that she had received a letter from the boy forced Sven onto his feet.

"Why do you have a letter from Leon?! Wait, scratch that, where the hell is he?!"

Eve gave the man a disgruntled look. "That's none of your business."

Sven narrowed his eyes, feeling a bit of his fatherly side coming out. "Like hell it isn't! That Apostles boy sending you love letters is absolutely my business!"

Eve rolled her eyes and pocketed the letter before Sven could take it. "First of all, he's a former Apostle. Second, it's not a love letter. It's a letter explaining that he's reunited with Annie and they are living peacefully in an undisclosed location. So don't get your panties in a twist."

Sven grounded his teeth. "Eve…"

Eve gave him the same indignant look. "Sven, it's fine. He's of no threat to us."

Sven stared at the girl for a few more seconds, then sighed. "Fine. I trust you. Just… be careful, okay?"

Eve relaxed and nodded. "I will. Thank you, Sven."

If that conversation happened a few years ago, Sven would have demanded Eve show him the letter and forbid her from ever speaking to the boy again. The fact that he let it go so easily said a lot about how their relationship had evolved.

Sven trusts me and is beginning to see me as an adult. The fact that he said I looked beautiful in this dress instead of trying to get me into something meant for a kid is proof of that.

"What the hell, Eve?! What did you do to your dress?!"

Eve gave the thief an exacerbated look. "Made some changes so it was more fitting for a young woman instead of a little girl."

"That's right! And Kyoko helped!"

Kyoko leapt out of the same hallway Eve entered through, wearing a dress that looked very similar to the one the Bio-girl was wearing. It was a little shorter and the cleavage was lower, and Rinslet knew that meant she had made adjustments to her dress as well.

Rinslet scoffed at the teen. "Did you have to make adjustments to your dress as well?"

Kyoko looked down at herself. "Of course! Now that Kuro-sama is officially off the market, Kyoko needs to keep her options open to other cute boys!"

Sven rolled his eyes. "You are aware everyone who's coming today will be someone you already know, right? There's no chance of you meeting someone at this wedding-not wedding event."

Kyoko frowned, stomping her foot on the ground as she cursed under her breath. "Damnit… Well, at least Kyoko is almost of drinking age now! Want to hunt for men later tonight, Eve?"

"NO!"

Rinslet and Sven spoke together, gritting their teeth at the teen who didn't seem to care at all they were protesting.

Eve nodded. "Sure. I still haven't experienced my first kiss yet."

Sven slammed his hands on a nearby table, nearly knocking the flowers off it. "AND YOU WON'T BE FOR AT LEAST ANOTHER TWENTY YEARS!"

Eve shrugged. "Whatever you say, Sven. But, you can't keep me locked up in a tower forever."

Sven pointed an angry finger at her. "LIKE HELL I CAN'T! YOU'LL REMAIN A LITTLE PRINCESS FOR AS LONG AS I SEE FIT!"

Eve smirked, happy to see the man hadn't changed completely.

Rinslet stormed over to both the girls, pushing them towards the entryway into the wedding hall as she spoke. "Shut up and find a place to sit! The wedding is about to start and if you haven't noticed, the other guests have arrived!"

Eve rolled her eyes. "And by other guests, do you mean the friends that we see on a regular basis?"

Rinslet nodded. "Yes, but today they are guests and you will address them as such!"

Kyoko rolled her eyes as they stepped into the room. "Whatever you say, Rins-chan."

"DON'T CALL ME CHAN!"

Rinslet slammed the door behind the girls, then turned around to face Sven, shouting her next words even though the man in front of her did not deserve her ire.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE THOSE ASSHOLES?!"


Train released a lascivious gasp as Creed pinned him against the bathroom door. He tangled his fingers viciously in his Stallion's hair, twirled his tongue hungrily around Creed's, and tilted his head to the side to allow his lover more access to his mouth.

Creed pressed his body harshly against Train's, feeling the Black Cat's heart beating against his own as his hands greedily explored the cat's chiseled chest. After fondling his Kitten's flawless body behind the concealing fabric for a few minutes, Creed growled in annoyance and began impatiently unbuttoning his partner's shirt.

Once Train's torso was bare, Creed slipped his hand against the golden man's tanned skin, exploring the Black Cat's body.

The heat between the silver man's legs grew, his length hardening as Train twitched excitedly beneath his fingers. The swordsman smirked as he played with his lover's nipples, twisting and pinched them as his tongue continued probing the gunman's mouth.

Train gasped again when his Stallion's lithe fingers rubbed his nipples, squeezing them until they were hard enough for Creed to flick. When he did, blood rushed to the cat's ever growing cock as he moaned salaciously into the silverette's mouth.

Feeling encouraged, Creed plunged his tongue deeper into his lover's mouth and pinched Train's nipples harder. He twisted and flicked them again and again, swallowing every groan and moan his beloved blessed him with.

Train opened his mouth wider, permitting Creed more access to his hot caverns. Creed readily accepted the enthusiastic invitation and fervently searched the golden man's warm, delicious depths. He sucked eagerly at Train's tongue, pulling away slightly to nipple at the cat's lower lip.

Train purred and moaned as Creed bit his lip, eagerly clutching at the silver man's long locks. Once the swordsman was done gnawing at his lip, their maws met again as they began devouring every inch of each other's mouth.

As they savored one another's flavor, Creed's fingers continued playing with Train's nipples, eliciting more scrumptious sounds from the golden man. The pinched and flicked them again and again, relishing every melodic, erotic mewl his Kitten graced him with, revealing the way Train's protruding flesh felt between his fingers.

Train arched his back as the silverette teased his nipples, pulling his lips away from Creed's as he tilted his head back. Creed took that opportunity to ravage the Black Cat's supple neck, biting, sucking, and licking every inch of his beloved's smooth flesh.

Train let out a long, lewd moan as his lover's tongue trailed from his collar bone up to his chin, leaving a trail of hot, wet saliva behind. Once he was at the Black Cat's chin, he nibbled hungrily at the soft skin there, digging his teeth deeply into his love's flesh.

Train arched his back further, his feet slipping against the floor as he released a prurient groan. His legs were trembling from the incredible sensation his partner's mouth and fingers were showering him with, and his was cock growing rapidly. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep himself up.

With another loud moan, Train took the hand he had entwined in Creed's locks and pulled his partner's hair. He purred at the lustful moan the gorgeous man emitted, repeating the gesture again, but being sure to not pull the man's steamy lips away from his neck.

Creed growled obscenely into his beloved's neck and shoved his body harder against the other man. With his fingers still playing with both of the Black Cat's nipples, Creed pressed his lower body flush against his Kitten's, making sure Train felt the hard rod of flesh residing between his legs.

Train bit his lower lip and clutched at Creed's back as the silver man eagerly gyrating his hard cock against him. The cat pressed the back of his head against the wooden door, shoving his lover's mouth roughly against his neck

"Oh, Creed…" Train moaned, his fingers digging into his Stallion's neck as he spoke. "Fuck… Faster… Harder…!"

Creed obeyed his beloved's request and moved his hips faster against the Black Cat's, making sure his beloved felt every inch of his hard cock. He flicked both of his love's nipples again and viciously bit down on the golden man's neck. Creed then sucked hungrily at Train's flesh as his tongue swirled and twirled around the gunman's delectable skin.

Train's mouth opened wide as he dug his fingers into the other man's flesh, gyrating his lower body in-sync with Creed's. He hissed when his lover's cock pressed even harder against his own, moving back and forth with such speed Train was surprised Creed hadn't fallen.

"Creed…" Train whispered into his Stallion's ear as his hand slipped against his partner's ass.

Creed groaned depravedly when he felt his beloved's fingers squeezing his ass, increasing the speed of his gyrations. When he felt Train's other hand slide between their legs to button both of their pants, Creed took a small step back to allow his partner room.

The silver man moaned blissfully when he felt Train's fingers wrap around his cock and pull it out, spreading his legs slightly so his Kitten had better access to his dick. The moment Creed felt Train slap his length against his throbbing cock, the silver man slithered his tongue up to his husband's ear.

"Oh, Train…" Creed whispered into his beloved's ear, nibbling gently at his lope. "Your cock feels amazing against mine…"

Train smirked as he pressed their lengths flush against one another, wrapping his fingers around both of them as he began jerking them off. He moved his hand up and down, starting at the base of their cocks' and moving it up to the tip.

The Black Cat rested his head on top of Creed's as the swordsman continued playing with his nipples and sucking at his neck. He was certain his chest would be sore and his neck would be red, but he didn't care. Everything Creed was doing felt too good to ask him to stop.

"Creed…" Train whispered as he moved his hand a little faster, squeezing their cocks a little harder. "Oh, my Stallion… Creed… Creed…"

The heat swelled viciously between Creed's legs every time he heard the other man's ribald voice whisper his name. The faster Trains fingers moved, the harder his beloved squeezed their cocks against one another, the more heat pooled between his legs.

"Train… Oh, my sweet Kitten…" Creed lapped up the sweat pooling around Train's neck. "Faster… Faster!"

Train obeyed his lover's request and moved his hand even faster, tightening the hold he had on their members. He felt a bit of precum escape their dicks, and used it to his advantage.

With the natural lubrication their dicks emitted, Train was able to move his hand even faster. The fire between his legs grew and grew, and he could tell with the way Creed's cock was twitching and throbbing against his own, his lover wouldn't last much longer.

"Fuck…" Train whispered as he lowered his head, panting wildly as the heat grew and grew, ready to burst his seed. "Oh, God… Fuck…"

Creed was too distracted by what Train's hand was doing to him to continue playing with his nipples or sucking at his neck. Instead, he buried his head into the other man's neck, panting wildly as he edged closer and closer to climax.

"Oh… Train…" Creed moaned, his legs shaking as he called his lover's name, kissing Train's neck over and over again. "Almost there… I'm almost there, Train…"

Creed cupped his love's cheek, sucking gingerly at his neck once more as his entire body burned with the hot white intensity of a thousand suns. "Don't stop… Don't stop, Train!"

Train squeezed his eyes shut and rested his head against the door, smacking his lips together as he panted. Feeling Creed's lips wrap back around his neck, Train knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

He moved his hand faster and faster, focusing on the way Creed's mouth felt against his flesh, concentrating on the way the other man's cock twitched in his hand and throbbed against his dick.

Train arched his back and cried out into the ceiling, no longer able to control the wave of heat engulfing his body.

"CREEED!"

As Train screamed the other man's name, he felt his seed burst from his cock. He kept his hand going, feeling his lover's hot breath wash against his neck, knowing Creed was going to explode soon.

Creed opened his mouth wide and shouted his partner's name, bursting his seed into Train's hand. "TRAAIIN!"

Creed slouched against his beloved, licking his lips as he attempted to catch his breath. He felt Train's hand leave their cocks, his arms wrapping around Creed's back as he gasped for breath.

After a few minutes, Creed began kissing Train's chest and shoulders, lingering his lips slightly as he prepared his beloved for the next stage in their intimate embrace.

Train moaned and titled his head to the side so Creed could lick and suck his neck again. It didn't take long for the intoxicating heat to return as his lover's tongue lapped hungrily at his flesh.

Feeling Creed's cock poking at his thigh again, Train smirked and whispered into his husband's ear. "Creed…"

He cupped his lover's cheek, turning Creed's head so their eyes met. "Take me…"

Without hesitation, Creed slipped his hands away from Train's body so he could fully remove his pants. As he stepped out of his slacks and ripped his boxers away, Train did the same.

As they removed the clothing from their lower bodies, their lips met in another licentious kiss, their tongues swirling greedily around one another.

"Did you not hear me?" Train pulled away long enough to speak to his lover, giving Creed a moment to devour his neck. "I said take me!"

Creed smirked at his love's words. "Oh, I heard you, my love. And trust me, you will be mine in just a few moments. But first…"

Creed promptly dropped to his knees and pressed Train's cock against his lips. "I need to taste a bit of the Black Cat's essence…"

Train threw his head back and ran his fingers through Creed's hair as the silver man began sucking gingerly at the tip of his dick. The cat licked his lips and swallowed thickly when he felt his lover's tongue spin around his tip, lapping up the liquid that remained from his previous orgasm.

"Ahh…" Train sighed as he shut his eyes, his knees buckling slightly as Creed's mouth consumed a bit more of his dick. "Amazing…"

Creed smiled as he swallowed more of his beloved's hot flesh, swirling his tongue around the cat's hard cock, savoring every inch of Train's sultry rod. The silverette sucked hungrily at the golden man's dick, moving his head back and forth slowly at first, wrapping his lips firmly around the throbbing meat.

Train hissed and thrust his hips forward, shoving more of himself into Creed's mouth as the silver man's tongue licked eagerly at his flesh.

"Creed…" Train whispered, thrusting into his lover's mouth again and again. "Stop teasing me!"

Creed chuckled, allowing Train to thrust into his mouth a few more times before pinning his lover's hips against the door. Once he knew Train was stable, Creed moved his head faster, shoving the other man's dick fully into his mouth.

Train gasped as he felt his lover's mouth move rapidly against his length. He threw his head back as one of his hands smacked against the door, the other gripping tightly to the top of Creed's head.

He cried out into the ceiling, tangling his fingers in his partner's silver locks as Creed moved faster and faster. The Black Cat felt his knees tremble, doing everything he could to keep himself upright as his bare feet slipped against the tilted floor.

The heat between his legs grew once more, the fire rapidly building the faster Creed sucked his cock. He bit his lower hip and screamed again, arching his back and he, once again, neared closer to climax.

"Fuck!" Train said, gasping for breath. "Amazing… That feels amazing, Creed!"

Creed smirked and pulled away from Train's dick, allowing the hard flesh to twitch eagerly in front of him while he spoke. "Tell me how you really feel, Train."

Train glared down at his partner, knowing full well the man enjoyed being commanded by him. "Shut up and shove it back in your mouth!"

Creed didn't have a chance to respond as Train was already pushing his cock back into his mouth. The silver man readily accepted, moving his head back and forth as fast as he could.

Train thrust his hips forward, matching Creed's motions as both his hands gripped firmly to his lover's head. He tangled his fingers deep into the other man's silver locks, resting the back of his head against the door as he let out another insatiable moan.

"Oh, fuck…!" Train gasped as he shut his eyes. "Your mouth is so warm… So wet…"

Train licked his lips, his heart racing wildly, his dick throbbing viciously in Creed's mouth. "Your mouth feels amazing, Creed!"

Creed moved his mouth faster and faster, tightening his lips as he licked precum off his beloved's penis. He pressed his hands against the door, using it to further his momentum against the Black Cat's hard cock.

After a few more sucks, Creed slipped his fingers behind his beloved ass, sliding them between Train's cheeks and inserting them into the cat's tight entrance. He knew Train wasn't going to be ready for the gesture, which made the sound his beloved emitted all the more delectable.

Train opened his eyes and let out a wild cry as two of Creed's fingers entered him. It was an unexpected, yet wonderful motion from his lover, and one he had been eagerly anticipating since the moment they began their make out session.

"Oh, fuck!" Train moaned again as his lover's fingers made immediate contact with his prostate. "Amazing… Amazing, my Stallion!"

Train's knees were beginning to shake as he neared climax, his fingers digging into the other man's hair as he tried to remain standing. Still, he managed to keep himself up, spreading his legs slightly to give his lover's mouth and fingers more room to work.

"Creed!" Train cried out again, the heat between his legs building and building as images of his lover's sensuous body danced before his eyes. "Faster…! Faster!"

Creed complied and moved his head even faster, feeling his beloved's ass tightening around his fingers as they continued massaging his prostate. He knew the golden man wasn't going to last much longer, which excited him since he knew what came next.

Train arched his back and shut his eyes, screaming out into the tall ceiling as he ejaculated into Creed's mouth.

"CREED!"

The moment Train burst his seed, his body relaxed and he released his hold on Creed's hair. However, he didn't have a moment to rest as the silver man swallowed his cum, yanked his mouth and fingers away, spun the cat around, and pinned him against the door.

Train gasped as Creed's slick cock shoved avidly inside of him, his face squishing against the wooden door as his partner began vigorously thrusting into him.

"Shit!" Train moaned as the silver man's cock shoved inside of him. "No break?"

Creed rested one hand on Train's hip, the other on the cat's head as he spoke. "Did you need one?"

Train shook his head, his fingers clawing at the door as his husband's sizable cock rubbed against his prostate. "No. Don't need one… Take me… TAKE ME, CREED!"

Creed panted and his fingers dug into the other man's flesh and hair, his hips moving at a rapid pace as he spoke. "As you wish, my love!"

Train cried out with each thrust Creed made inside him, pushing his ass towards his lover as he rested his forehead against the door, his hands resting on either side of him as he concentrated on the way his lover's cock felt inside of him.

"God damn…" Train whispered, his body rocking back and forth with Creed's, the other man's dick eagerly massaging his prostate. "Your dick feels incredible, my Stallion…"

He shut his eyes and licked his lips as the heat between his legs grew, again using his imagination to put Creed's body in his mind. The image of his husband's muscles twitching and throbbing in front of him, the vision of Creed's blue eyes staring passionately into his own allowed the fire in his cock to thrive.

Train gasped as he rested his forehead against the door, his cock pulsating wildly as Creed's thrusts forced his face against the door. He clawed at the wooden entrance, moaning viciously as his lover's dick sent an inexorable tide of acrimonious pleasure throughout his body.

"Oh, my beautiful Stallion…" Train gasped, his cock swinging back and forth as Creed increased the motion of his thrusts.

Train paused his sentence as another profound crest of sensual bliss washed through him, making it difficult for him to form words as he basked in its illustriousness. Instead of completing his previous thoughts, the Black Cat released another carnal howl, throwing his head back as he moaned his lover's name.

"Fuck…!" Train whispered, the heat between his legs nearly uncontrollable. "God damn… Creed… Creed…!"

As Creed's cock shoved in and out of his ass over and over again, each thrust faster and harder than the last, Train swallowed and finally finished his sentence.

"Deeper, Creed… Go deeper…" Train shoved his ass out more.

Creed obeyed his love's request and viciously shoved his cock as deeply as it would go inside Train's entrance. He let it stay there for a moment, allowing his beloved to revel in its glory as he bit down on Train's neck.

Feeling his beloved's body twitch, watching as the sweat pooled down the gunman's back, Creed pulled Train's hair, yanking the golden man's head back as he licked the sweat off his cat's neck.

"Would you like more of my cock, my sensuous Kitten?"

Train eagerly nodded. "Yesss… Yes, I want more, Creed. More!"

Creed smirked and bit his love's neck, releasing his hold on the other man's hair as he placed both his hands on Train's hips. "Your wish is my command, il mio amore."

Train pushed his lower body out as both his hands pressed against the door. His animalistic screams grew louder and louder as Creed's shaft shoved in and out of his ass, each thrust more powerful and vigorous than the last, each motion forcing the silver man's length deeper and deeper inside him.

Again, Train shut his eyes and imagined what Creed's body looked like at that moment. As he pictured his lover's masculine, finely sculpted chest and virile abs convulsing staunchly in front of him, Train felt the heat between his legs grow more intensely as his heart ached to see his partner's eyes.

As Creed energetically thrust into him over and over, Train screamed savagely, threw his head back, and cried out into the ceiling.

"CREED!" Train wailed as Creed's cock rubbed eagerly against his pleasurable spot.

Again, Train had to stop his sentence as another immeasurable wave of heated pleasure consumed his body. He screamed again and again, his cock feeling as though it was on fire as Creed's hard flesh fucked all sense out of him.

Train licked his lips and finished his statement. "I want to see you… I want to see you, Creed!"

Creed thrust into his cat a few more times, his venereal pants matching his corporeal thrusts, his fingers nearly drawing blood as he relentlessly fucked the golden man.

He continued thrusting into his beloved as he spoke. "As you wish, my love."

Creed shoved every inch of his hot, hard cock into the Black Cat's ass and wrapped his arms around the man's waist. Train shot his eyes open and screamed at the sudden violent, but sensual contact, sweat pooling down his body as his partner pressed his cock firmly against his prostate.

"Oh God!" Train cried out as the silver man spun their bodies around and walked them across the bathroom. "Fuck… Creed! You're... So big!"

Creed snickered. "You've never complained about that before."

Train moved his feet along with Creed's, allowing the man to move him as he tried to catch his breath, his entire body on fire at the sensation his lover's cock was providing him. His body twitched as he neared closer and closer to climax, the silver man's dick remaining firmly pressed against his prostate.

"Not a complaint. It's a compliment." He moaned lewdly as his lover's length pulsated ferociously inside of him. "Creed… Keep fucking me!"

Creed licked his beloved's neck, continuing to shuffle their feet against the tiles of the floor. "In a moment, Kitten. You said you wanted to see me, right?"

Train nodded, his eyes shut as he tried to imagine the other man's elegant figure. "Yes…!"

Creed widened his smirk as they finally reached his intended destination, his cock throbbing eagerly inside of the other man. "Then open your eyes, my love…"

Train did as he was told and smiled at what he saw. Creed moved them to the tall mirror above the sink, giving him a full sight of both himself and his lover. That was when Train realized he had never seen himself during sex, which was oddly intriguing to him.

Creed rested his chin against Train's shoulder, awakening a warm flurry of butterflies in the gunman's stomach as his partner began fucking him again. He gripped at the edge of the sink, his tuxedo flapping wildly as the other man's member plunged in and out of him again.

Train cried out again, leaning forward and pushing his lower body out to give Creed more access to his ass. "Oh, Creed… Creed… Creed…!"

Creed gripped his lover's hips, locking eyes with Train in the mirror as he thrust vigorously into the other man. Both of their mouths were opened wide, gasping and panting each other's names over and over again as the swordsman's dick massaged the Black Cat's prostate.

Train licked his lips as he locked eyes with his lover, then glanced over to their bodies.

His chest and stomach was completely covered in sweat, his nipples protruding noticeably as bruises already began to form around his neck. Every thrust Creed made into him shoved his body forward, causing his lean, strong muscle to tense for a moment before relaxing as a sea of pleasure splashed through him.

As Creed shoved his cock inside him, Train lowered his gaze to the other man's body. His heart raced, the heat between his legs intensifying, his cock twitching eagerly as he eyed his lover's body.

Creed was wearing a classic black tuxedo with a white undershirt that was unbutton, exposing his perfectly sculpted, creamy white chest. With each thrust the swordsman made, his muscle tensed, making Train's cock throbbed wildly and his gut explode with heat.

The sweat pooling down Creed's chest and stomach gave the silver man a slightly ethereal glow, his long, silver hair matted from sweat. His lips were wet and smooth, his tongue lolling out as he thrust deeper and deeper into the Black Cat's ass.

His curclean eyes were glazed over in passion, scanning every inch of Trains body with pure, unadulterated lust as his thick, hot, hard member continued sending surge after surge of belligerent euphoria through his veins.

Train groaned as he locked eyes with Creed, the heat in his cock becoming unbearable as he felt his lover's dick repeatedly slam in and out of him. Each time Creed thrust into him, Train felt the man's imposing cock crash against his prostate, making the cat see stars.

"FUCK!" Train cried, Creed's length rubbing robustly against his sweet spot. "FUCK! CREED! CREED!"

The heat was getting more and more intense and Train wasn't sure how much more he could take. He was on the edge of climax and as much as he wanted to cum, he didn't want their love making to end.

Train lowered his head so he could see Creed's face, his heart going a mile a minute when his golden eyes met his lover's cerulean ones once again. When Creed winked, Train nearly lost control of his dick and almost burst his seed before he was ready.

However, he held on a bit longer, wanting to make the orgasm last. He moaned and groaned as he bit his lower lip, gripping tightly to the sink as Creed's cock continued rubbing violently against his sweet spot.

"Train…" Creed moaned, his hips moving back and forth as quickly as they could, making sure each thrust into his beloved was harder and deeper than the last. "Train… Tighter my love!"

Train clenched his cheeks and stiffened his body, doing whatever he needed to do to please the man that was fucking him. With how heavenly Creed's member felt, he wasn't sure how he could ever match the other man's fervor.

"Oh, Creed!" Train screamed again, making sure his eyes stayed locked onto the man's reflection. "Your cock… Your body… Your eyes…"

Creed met Train's gaze again, his cock moving faster and faster inside the Black Cat's tight ass, sweat pooling down his body as he neared climax.

Train screamed again as the other man's dick thrust into him again and again, his body trembling with pleasure, his heart racing with love, and his soul burning with desire as he tensed his entire body.

"Everything about you is incredible, Creed!"

Train screamed again and threw his head back, his body arching as Creed's cock continued assaulting his ass. His fingers were becoming pale with how tightly he was gripping the sink, his body on fire as his dick begged for release. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but he wanted to make sure their orgasms synced up with one another.

Creed matched the intensity and volume of Train's shout.

"Train!" The silver man screamed, unable to fight the boiling tsunami invading his body. "TRAIN! I-I'M GOING TO—"

"—DO IT!" Train cried out as he kept his eyes locked onto the man fucking him. "I'M READY TO BURST TOO!"

Creed thrust into his cat over and over again, his fingers nearly drawing blood as he shoved his cock and and out of Train's ass. He dropped his jaw and let out an animalistic howl, his body twitching and convulsing wildly as the heat between his legs grew to the point where he could no longer control it.

"TRAAIIIIN!"

With that scream, Creed released his seed into the other man, but did not stop thrusting, making sure every bit of his essence entered the other man, ignoring the semen that seeped out of his lover's ass.

The intense heat building between Train's legs was too much to bear, and he finally let it go. When Creed cried out his name, the Black Cat felt his dick shudder violently as it released its third burst of semen.

Train screamed, his fingers digging into the sink as he burst his seed onto the floor.

"CREEEED!"

As Train felt the last bit of his seed spurt from his cock, he collapsed against the sink and gasped for breath. Behind him, Creed collapsed as well, falling against the golden man as he panted wildly.

Creed smiled as he wrapped his arms around Train's waist, lightly kissing the back of his beloved's neck. "Satisfied?"

Train smacked his dry lips. "When am I ever not satisfied after having sex with you?"

Creed's smile turned into a smirk as he kissed his husband over and over again. "I know. I just never grow tired of hearing you say that."

Train smiled as well, goosebumps prickling his skin as Creed's lips delicately caressed his neck and shoulders. He lowered one of his hands so it rested against Creed's, tangling their fingers together and bringing his lover's digits to his lips.

Train kissed Creed's fingers, allowing his lips to linger. "Ti amo così tanto, mio affascinante stallone." (1)

Creed released a blissful sigh, planting a trail of kisses along his beloved's shoulders. "E ti amo, mio squisito gattino." (2)

When he reached Train's left shoulder, he paused for a moment, savoring the flavor of the skin that resided there, then moved his lips to his beloved's neck. Again, he remained there, memorizing the sweet zest his lover's flesh provided him.

"La tua bellezza è davvero enigmatica, mistificante..." (3)

Creed removed one of his hands from Train's waist, gently cupping his beloved's chin so he could turn the golden man's head to face him.

Creed caressed his partner's cheek with his thumb, pressing his forehead against Train's as he spoke in a serene, loving voice. "I'm so lucky to call you my husband."

Train smiled as Creed pressed their lips against one another, giving the golden man a series of small pecks. The gunman returned his lover's gentle kisses, purring blithely every time their lips met.

The next time Creed tried to kiss him, Train raspberried his partner's lips instead, causing the silverette to sputter and pull away.

The cat snickered, then pinched Creed's lips together. "Well, you better believe it and get used to it, because I'm not going anywhere."

Train lifted their hands, looking at his lover in the mirror as he gestured to the matching rings on their fingers. "Divorce isn't in the cards for me. No matter how annoyed you get with me."

Creed buried his face into his beloved's neck. "I'll never get annoyed with you. The fact that you'd even imply that hurts in ways you can't comprehend."

He nuzzled his face further into his Kitten's neck, obsessed with how caked in sweat it was, savoring the manly scent the man gave off after their intense love making. "There's only one way you can make up for causing me such hurt…"

Train sighed as his partner's lips began gently sucking at his skin. "Geeze, Creed, can I have a minute? You made me cum three times in the last hour. I need to breathe!"

Despite himself, Train moaned and tilted his head to the side. "And need I remind you we have a wedding to get to? We're dressed in our finest and our friends are waiting!"

Creed lowered his hands to Train's stomach, his lips continuing to suck his beloved's neck. "But, we're already married, Train. Besides, you know this day is more for them than for us. We've been laying together as husband and husband for the last three weeks."

Train sighed in contentment as his partner's lips gently kissed the back of his neck, not realizing where Creed's hands had landed. "I know, but we promised them we'd share at least a delayed ceremony with them."

He smiled as he felt Creed's tongue create small circles around his neck. "Besides, don't you think they've earned this day just as much as we have?"

When he eloped with Creed, Train didn't think their friends would react as negatively as they did. But, they knew why Rinslet and the others were so hellbent on celebrating their matrimony.

"It's not just about us, Creed. It's about all of them."

Train reached his hand back and rested it on the back of Creed's head. "It's a celebration of being alive. Of being together."

He turned his head, forcing Creed off his neck so he could look at the man he loved. "It's about our victory and future together."

Creed's heart fluttered at Train's warm smile. "I know all that. However, I am again a bit offended over the fact that you think I'm a single minded man."

Creed pressed the tips of his fingers against Train's stomach, his warm smile turning into a devious smirk. "There are other ways your body can bring me joy other than sex!"

Train's eyes widened when he felt Creed's fingers sliding against his stomach, realizing what the man was about to do. Before he could stop him, Creed squeezed Train against his chest, wiggling his fingers around the golden man's bare stomach.

Train laughed hysterically, trying to break free of his partner's strong hold as Creed tickled him. When he felt his beloved struggling, Creed tightened his hold on the cat, pinning his partner's back against his chest and stomach.

Train gasped and panted, laughing as he tried to pry Creed's hands off him, but to no avail. After a few minutes, he began tapping the sink as if he were tapping out of a fight, tears streaming down his face as he spoke.

"OKAY, OKAY, I GIVE! UNCLE, UNCLE!"

Creed stopped moving his fingers, loosening his hold on the man as he resumed his innocent kisses. "There. I feel much better now."

Train ran one of his hands through his hair as he caught his breath. "Well, good for you…"

The Black Cat's sentence trailed off as he looked at himself and Creed in the mirror. A lewd thought occurred to him as he smirked at their mirrored images. "I think we need to invest in some mirrors in our bedroom."

Creed winked at his beloved, giving the cat's neck one more kiss as he spoke. "Oh really? Is the Black Cat feeling a bit… adventurous?"

Train shrugged. "Maybe. Are you going to tell me you're not the least bit interested in something like that?"

Creed shook his head. "Of course not! The more mirrors the better. Allows me to see you from every angle at once."

Train snickered. "Sounds like we've found the arrangement for our room. Too bad we didn't put mirrors on the registry."

Creed rolled his eyes as he kissed Train's cheek. "We didn't make a registry. Rinslet did. So most of the stuff we'll be getting will be useless garbage."

Train sighed. He knew the fact that Rinslet was making people bring gifts bothered Creed since he knew once the music school was back and running again they'd have plenty of money to not only take care of their bills, but live relatively luxuriously.

The cat shrugged. "Just let her have her fun. Remember, despite the fact that it's technically our wedding, the day isn't about us."

Creed sighed. "Right. Well, I guess we should get dressed and get out there before Rinslet demands our head on the silver platter we didn't ask for."

Train chuckled as Creed pulled away. "We should. However, now I feel like I need to shower all over again. With how powerful that session was, they'll be able to smell the sex on us."

Creed gave his love a prideful look, brushing his love hair off his shoulder as he spoke. "You're welcome for that."

Train smiled at Creed, then removed the rest of his clothing as he made his way to the shower. "You should get in with me. But no funny business! We need to get ready quickly before she knocks the door down. This is strictly a professional shower."

Creed whined. "Can you at least let me wash you?"

Train gave his partner a warning look as he turned the shower on. "As long as you can keep it rated G, yes."

Creed frowned. "What about PG-13?"

Train hardened his glare as he stepped in the shower. "PG."

Creed sighed as he took off the rest of his clothes as well. "Fine! But the same goes for you then! Don't think I haven't seen how you've been looking at me!"

Train rolled his eyes. "Guter Herr… Fine, I'll do my best to keep it PG as well." (4)

Creed deepened his frown as he stepped into the shower with his love. "Well… don't do your best. Just try."

Train spun around to face his partner, pinching Creed's nose as he handed him a loofah. "Just shut up and wash my back. I can feel your juices all over it."

Creed smirked as he began scrubbing. "Again, you're welcome for that."

Train rolled his eyes, smiling as he let out a sigh. "Whatever…"


"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU TWO BEEN?!"

Creed walked briskly towards the woman, a coy smile on his face. "Do you really want me to answer to that?"

Rinslet hardened her glare on the man, then glanced behind him where Train was trailing slowly behind.

Her glare turned into a knowing frown as she watched the Black Cat button the top of his shirt and slip a tie around his neck. Upon closer inspection, she was able to tell the gunman's hair was still damp, signaling to the thief he must have just gotten out of the shower.

With the same frown on her face, she turned back to Creed who decided to add an audacious wink to his smirk. That was when Rinslet noticed the swordsman was not in as flawless physical shape she expected of him. Especially when he was about to walk down the aisle.

As Creed's brazen grin remained unbroken, Rinslet rolled her eyes. "You couldn't at least fix your hair? You were the one insistent on having it in a braid."

Creed's grin wavered slightly, turning his body slightly so he could gesture towards Train. "That's because Train loves when I braid my hair. It brings out his… sensual spirit."

Rinslet watched as the cat's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. If she wasn't able to tell what had kept the men so long before, Train's expression said it all.

The woman sighed, resting her head in her hands. "I don't need to hear the details, Creed. And I don't need to see the aftermath of your… little hold up painted all over Train's face."

Creed gasped as he clasped his chest, giving the thief the most offended look he could muster. "How dare you?! There was nothing little about our encounters!"

Rinslet cocked an eyebrow. "Encounters? As in more than one? How did you—wait, no, nevermind. I don't want to know. Just fix yourselves up and get in here! You've kept everyone waiting long enough!"

She pointed an accusatory finger in Creed's face, narrowing her eyes as she spoke. "I expected this from Train, but not from you. Especially on a day as important as today."

Creed smirked at the woman. "The importance of today is the reason I felt the need to delay us with our impressive encounter."

He leaned closer to the woman, purposefully whispering in her ear to make the situation more awkward. "As I said before, braiding my hair brings out Train's carnal nature. And how could I say no to him on such an important day?"

Rinslet violently pinched his cheek. "I don't believe for one second Train is the only guilty party in your tardiness. Especially not after learning why you were late. That actually makes me believe it was mostly your fault!"

Creed winced beneath the woman's assertive fingers. "Alright, alright, I get it! We're late and you're upset. But, having this conversation is only making us more late. Especially if you want us to finish tidying ourselves up."

Rinslet squeezed the man's cheeks harder. "As I said before, you are the one that insisted on braiding your hair despite my remarks at how stupid it looked. But, you refused to have this ceremony without braided hair yet here you are with your hair in a wet, tangled mess and NOT BRAIDED!"

As Train finished fixing his tie, he approached the duo with a frown on his face. "Why are you two are so upset, Rins? I understand why this day is important, but it has little to do with us since we're already marr—"

Rinslet slapped her hand across Train's face. "DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK THE TRUTH OF YOUR RELATIONSHIP STATUS! As of right now, you two are not married until Lin pronounces you! Understand?"

Train blinked at the woman, then pried her hand off his face. "So… Lin's really going to officiate?"

Rinslet lowered her hand. "Yes. He's firm on it. You should have seen him preparing, it was adorable."

Train returned the woman's small smile. "I'm glad to hear it."

Rinslet gave the men one last look over before stepping away. "You've got one minute to fix yourselves before I come back out here and drag you down the aisle myself!"

With that said, Rinslet spun around and stepped through the doors, slamming them behind her.

Creed stared at the door for a few seconds, then ran his fingers through his damp hair. "Guess I should have at least braided my hair before we left the bathroom."

Train frowned at his partner, then stepped behind him to begin braiding his hair. "You know that would have only made us even more late and Rinslet would have been even more mad at us. Besides, braiding wet hair is nearly impossible. You said that yourself. Also, your hair is so long now it takes forever to dry."

Creed sighed and nodded. "I know. But, she's got a point. We should have been on time. Like you said, this day isn't about us."

Train smiled, his fingers moving quickly through his lover's hair. "It is. But, they'll understand."

Creed smiled and glanced back at his beloved as the cat finished his braid. "Are you ready to celebrate life with the people we love?"

Train gently moved his fingers down Creed's braid. "I am. Then we can all officially move on to our happily ever after."

Creed turned around to face his lover, running one finger through the man's chocolate locks. "I think we've all gotten a pretty good start on in the last three months. But…"

He tangled his fingers between Train's and pressed their foreheads together. Despite the peace and tranquility they had been blessed with the last three months, Creed had been able to feel the ferment and stress among their friends. And he knew their frivolous post wedding ceremony was anything but frivolous.

It was necessary to help rest everyone's mind at ease. It was necessary to remind everyone that the danger was behind them. That they were safe to truly live happily ever after.

Creed widened his smile as he looked Train in the eyes. "...Let's help everyone else settle peacefully into their happy endings."

Train returned his partner's smile. "How do I look?"

Creed smirked as he stepped away and adjusted Train's tie. "Perfect as always."

Train winked at his husband, then locked their arms together. "You're not too bad yourself."

Creed chuckled, reaching his other arm out to push the doors open. As soon as the doors opened, music began playing and everyone in the room stood.

All eyes fell onto the couple, and Train's eyes fell onto Lin's. The petite man smiled at the cat, giving him a small, confident nod to let Train know he was okay.

The look in Lin's eye was more profound and heartfelt than any speech could give. It was the only thing Train needed to see to know his former lover and good friend was not only happy for him, but was going to be okay.

Train smiled, tightening his arm around Creed as he stepped forward. "Here we go…"


Creed smiled as he slid his arms down Train's back, squeezing the man closer to his body as he slid his tongue further into the golden man's mouth. Feeling his beloved's hot, wet muscle roll around his mouth, Creed widened his smile and tightened his grip on the Black Cat's body.

Train purred into his Stallion's mouth when he felt the man press him harder against his chest. While continuing to massage his husband's tongue with his own, the gunman slid one of his hands to Creed's silky cheek as the other wrapped around the silver man's neck.

They were sitting on a tall hill a few miles away from the location of their reception where their friends were still conveening. The newlyweds decided to stick around for a few hours, eating and enjoying the night with their friends before slipping away to be alone.

When Train mentioned he wanted to be alone with Creed, the silver man didn't hesitate. In fact, he had a location already picked out which did not surprise Train at all. And the spot was just as beautiful as Creed promised.

They were sitting a few feet away from a tall oak tree, surrounded by daisies and wildflowers with a perfect view of the setting sun. They were far enough away from their friends that they were safe from interruptions, which was exactly what they wanted.

Creed let out a quiet, pleased moan as he deepened the kiss, slipping the tips of his fingers into the hem of Train's pants to gently stroke the smooth skin just above the gunman's rear. He edged his fingers closer and closer to his Kitten's entrance, lightly teasing the other man's hole as his tongue tasted every inch of Train's mouth.

Train mewled lightly as he felt his lover's fingers play, but not penetrate his entrance. Even without insertion, Train could feel his pants getting tighter as his heart beat faster.

The Black Cat moved his hand up from Creed's neck and into the swordsman's hair, tangling his fingers through his silver locks, gently stroking his partner's wondrous mane as he tilted his head to the side.

He shoved Creed's mouth harder against his own, arching his back slightly, pressing their chest flush against one another. The motion allowed men more room to explore one another's mouths, their tongues, sliva, and heat mixing and mingling amorously together, expanding the ever growing fever between their legs.

Wanting to feel more of his beloved's hardening length, Creed scooted his lower body closer to the other man, wrapping his legs around Train's hips, setting his heels on the ground behind his Kitten.

Train took Creed's cue to move their bodies closer and adjusted himself as well, lifting his legs up so they were on top of the silver man's, wrapping them around Creed's waist.

Creed purred into his husband's mouth when he felt Train's cock press against his, sliding his fingers a little closer to the golden man's entrance. He began tenderly playing with his lover's hole, gently teasing and tickling it, cherishing every moan his Kitten let out.

Train pressed himself harder against Creed, locking his ankles together so the other man could not escape. Not that Creed wanted to remove himself from Train's embrace.

"Mmm… Train…" Creed whispered, briefly breaking away from his lover so he could speak. "I can't believe how wonderful my life has turned out."

He squeezed Train's supple cheeks, both his index fingers poking the cat's entrance. "I can't imagine anyone being more lucky than I am."

Train chuckled behind his moans, licking his lips before lightly pressing them against Creed's. "Oh, I can think of at least one. I'll give you two hints: He's in your arms and you're currently teasing his body with your skillful fingers and hard cock."

Creed chuckled as well, inserting his fingers just a few inches into Train's ass. "You really think you're as lucky as me?"

Train tried to roll his eyes, but let out an anticipatory gasp instead as he felt his lover's fingers slowly penetrate him. "Did you forget who you're talking to? Lady Luck loves me almost as much as you do."

Creed frowned teasingly at his lover, then kissed his nose. "Lies. There's no way someone, factual or fictional, could ever match the love I have for you."

Train smirked, nuzzling his face into Creed's as the other man began slowly fingering him. "Well… I guess you are a bit obsessive."

He twitched as his lover's finger massaged his entrance, shutting his eyes as the heat between his legs grew. "Then again, I guess I'm a bit obsessive as well."

Creed's frown turned into a grin as he twirled his fingers inside Train. "I have to say, even though we've been married for three weeks, this ceremony has made our betrothal more real."

Train let out another pleasurable purr. "Yeah, it has. I'm not even sure why. Nothing's changed."

He moaned as Creed's finger briefly brushed against his prostate. "A-ahh… It's… It's not like we got divorced and remarried or anything."

Creed lowered his lips to Train's neck and began nibbling it. "It's because our friends were there to celebrate with us. All we did before was sneak away and sign some legal documents."

Train tilted his head back, swallowing as his lover's teeth lightly embedded themselves into his flesh. "True… But, I told you I didn't want to make it a big deal."

Creed nodded as he sucked on his lover's neck. "I know. And despite my desire to have a massive ceremony, I honored your wishes and signed the paperwork with you. However…"

He slipped his fingers further into Train's entrance, smirking at the satisfied hiss his partner let out. "...You can't say you didn't enjoy the ceremony Rinslet set up for us."

Train bit his bottom lip. "Yesss…. Yes, I enjoyed it very much…"

He threw his head back further to allow Creed to slide his tongue along the front of his neck, moaning as the silver man's lips sucked just below his chin. "It was nice celebrating with our friends… Rinslet did a good job."

Creed outlined Train's jawline with his tongue, shoving his fingers further and further into Train's ass. "She really did. And Lin's speech was absolutely perfect."

The swordsman sucked at the spot between Train's neck and chin, twirling his tongue around for a moment before speaking again. "I have to say, I was a bit worried when he volunteered to do it. I thought he was going to try to ruin the whole day, but he made it all the more perfect."

Train purred and arched his back, tightening the hold he had on Creed's hair. "His words were beautiful… Touching."

The cat smiled as he felt Creed's fingers swirling inside his ass. "Everything was absolutely perfect."

He opened his eyes, watching as the sun set behind Creed, the chill of the night brushing against his tanned cheeks, the stars beginning to peak out as the day slowly faded into dusk.

Train wrapped his arms around Creed's head, pressing the man's mouth harder against his neck, smiling as he watched the serenity of the orange sky transform into the majestic purple twilight.

He moaned as his lover's fingers began massaging his prostate, the heat in his chest and between legs making the chill in the air more enjoyable. "...This moment is absolutely perfect."

Creed opened his eyes and gazed at his lover, his fingers never stopping their work as he gently kissed every inch of Train's neck. Hearing his lover's purrs and moans of pleasure, watching the golden man twitch and convulse from the sensations he was giving him, feeling the cold air wrap around them, contradicting the heart engulfing their bodies, he had no doubts Train spoke nothing by the truth.

Creed kissed along his husband's jaw. "I couldn't agree more."

Train gasped and shut his eyes again, wrapping one arm around Creed's neck as the other untangled from the other man's hair and slipped down the swordsman's chest. When he reached the other man's pants, he pressed his palm between Creed's legs and began rubbing.

Creed moaned as spread his legs further apart, digging his teeth harder into Train's neck, sucking at his partner's soft flesh. Feeling the golden man's fingers outline his ever growing cock, Creed hissed and arched his back, shoving his fingers further into Train's ass.

Train gritted his teeth as moved his hand faster for a few seconds, then buttoned Creed's pants. With quick and nimble fingers, the Black Cat undid the other man's pants, freeing the swordsman's cock from the tight confines of the restrictive garment.

Once the silver man's member was released, Train wrapped his fingers around the hard length of flesh, moving his hand up and down, squeezing tightly as he moved. Whenever he reached the top of his Stallion's cock, he massaged it with his thumb, twirling it around before moving up and down again.

Creed moaned into his lover's neck, sucking even harder at Train's smooth flesh. He inserted another finger into the Black Cat's entrance, moving all three of them back and forth, making sure to hit Train's prostate with each thrust his digits made.

Train gasped when Creed inserted a fourth finger, shoving all of them deep inside his ass, wiggly them against his pleasurable spot. As Creed massaged his prostate, Train moved his hand faster and faster along the silver man's cock, feeling a bit of precum release from the hard flesh.

Creed moaned and swirled his tongue around Train's neck, continuing to finger fuck the cat as he sucked eagerly at his flesh. He pulled the gunman harder against his chest, his fingers matching the motion of Train's strokes against his cock.

As Creed's fingers fervently rubbed his prostate, Train's breath began to speed up, his fingers wrapping tighter around the swordsman's cock, his arm pumping faster and faster as the heat between his legs grew.

"Creed…" Train whispered, resting the side of his face against the top of Creed's head as the silver man sucked and nibbled at his neck. "Creed… Oh, Creed… Make love to me…"

Creed smirked as he settled his fingers inside his love, pressing them firmly against the Black Cat's prostate. "Say that again… but with a bit more zest this time."

Train moaned as he moved his hand up and down, stopping at the tip of Creed's cock, pressing down on top of it with his thumb. "Liebe mich, mein prächtiger Hengst…"(5)

Creed's smirk transformed into a smile as he rubbed Train's prostate over again over again, feeling the heat in his cock begging for release, begging to be ensconced in the Black Cat's tight, firm ass.

With his fingers still in Train's ass, Creed pulled his mouth away from Train's neck and glanced over his shoulder to check where the sun was at. He had something planned for his beloved, which was why he picked that specific location for their alone time.

"What's wrong?" Train asked, confused as to why Creed stopped kissing his neck and massaging his ass.

Creed smiled at the dark sky, knowing the show was about to begin. "No reason. Are you ready?"

Train nodded, his hand continuing to massage Creed's cock. "I'm always ready to have you inside me."

Creed smirked. "As I am always ready to be inside you."

The moment the silverette slipped his fingers out of Train's ass, the cat removed his fingers from Creed's length, kicked his shoes off, and swiftly slid his pants and boxers off his lower body. Creed did the same thing with his own clothes, spinning the golden man around and pulling Train onto his lap.

As he pulled Train closer, Creed slipped a hand into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small bottle of lubrication which he quickly emptied on his length. As he wrapped his fingers around his cock, readying to aim it into Train's ass, he rubbed the lube along the hard rod of flesh, making sure it was ready to enter his beloved.

The Black Cat lifted his ass up as Creed wrapped his greasy fingers around Train's hips, helping to guide the gunman onto his cock. Train threw his head back and let out a long, passionate hiss as he felt his lover's hard, long cock slowly penetrate him.

"Ah… A-ahh… Creeeed…" Train moaned as Creed lowered him onto his member. "Oh, Creed… Dein Schwanz fühlt sich so gut an…" (6)

Creed continued lowering Train onto his cock, kissing the Black Cat's shoulders as he spoke. "Und dein Arsch ist zu weich, warm und eng…" (7)

The silver man nibbled at Train's neck as he finished his sentence. "Your body is simply a marvel."

Train arched his back as he settled onto Creed's lap, remaining still for a moment so he could feel Creed's cock pulsate inside him. "Oh God… I love feeling it throb inside me."

Creed trailed his tongue along Train's shoulders, kissing along the golden man's neck, then nibbling at his earlobe. "Keep your eyes forward, Train. The show's about to begin."

Thinking Creed was talking about their love making, Train nodded and wrapped one hand around the silver man's neck, the other resting on his partner's thigh. "Just make love to me, Creed."

Creed smirked as he wrapped one arm around Train's waist, the other around his chest. "Whatever you want, il mio amore."

Creed thrust his hips up into Train's ass, keeping his cock there for a moment as the Black Cat twitched and trembled with pleasure. The golden man dug his fingers into Creed's flesh, throwing his head back as he let out a thrilled gasp.

"Fuck…" Train moaned as he stared up at the sky. "Oh, Creed… Again… Again…!"

Creed thrust his hips up into his love's ass again and again, making sure to keep his motions slow and steady. He didn't want his beloved to cum before the visual show began.

Train cried out again as Creed's cock sent wave after wave of pleasure through him. He dug his fingers harder into the silver man's neck and thigh, screaming out his lover's name over and over as Creed's length shoved deep inside him.

"Oh, my Stallion… Harder… Harder…!"

Creed complied to his love's request, but still made to keep his motions slow and steady. As he felt Train's breath speed up, the heat between his legs growing the more he thrust into his love's ass, he slid the hand wrapped around the cat's chest to his shirt and began unbuttoning the garment.

Once Train's chest was exposed, Creed began playing with his lover's nipple, flicking, twitching, and rubbing the protruding pink flesh.

Train gasped louder when he felt his lover's fingers wrapped around his nipple, arching his back as he cried out into the night sky. When Creed thrust his cock harder and deeper inside him, the gunman purred as he concentrated on the heat between his legs.

As Train fixated on the ever growing inferno between his legs, he focused his eyes on the stars piercing the dark sky. He watched as they winked down at him, his body moving up and down as Creed thrust in and out of him.

Train cried out again as he ripped at Creed's neck and thigh, feeling his own cock slapping against his stomach as a bit of precum slipped out of his tip, causing his throbbing member to stick momentarily to his stomach.

"Oh, my Stallion…" Train gasped, his body bouncing up and down on top of Creed's cock. "Why are you being so tame? Harder! Faster! Deeper!"

Creed smirked, knowing his beloved liked it rough, but not wanting to make Train cum so soon. "Contain yourself, my love. You'll get the passionate love making you so desire. I'm just waiting for the show to start."

Train furrowed his brow, his body jumping up and down as Creed continued fucking him from behind. "What are you talking about? The show has started!"

Creed kissed his love's neck. "Not this show, another show."

Train frowned, then cried out when he felt Creed's cock brush against his prostate. "What are you—"

Before Train could finish his sentence, his eyes fell on a small spark he saw in the distance, quickly able to decipher what the spark was when it exploded into a brillant blue burst. Train gasped at the dazzling sight along with the breathtaking sensation his lover's length was providing him.

When he saw another burst of red that was quickly followed by an orange blast, Train cried out in pleasure. "A-Aahh… Cr… Creed…!"

Train kept his eyes fixated on the sky, not wanting to miss a second of the fantastic display of colors. "I-I told you no fireworks!"

Creed chuckled as he thrust a little faster into his beloved, tenderly kissing Train's neck as he spoke, breathing heavily as the heat between his legs grew. "And I told you it was going to happen to matter what."

Train smiled, his body bouncing up and down, his cock slapping against his stomach as Creed's dick sent a continuous, sultry wave of pleasure throughout his body. He kept his eyes locked onto the light show, his heart pounding fast at the performance Creed was conducting behind him.

He spoke between bated breaths, his entire body on fire as the cock inside him worked magic. "I guess I shouldn't have expected anything less of you."

Creed gasped louder, his thrust getting faster and faster now that he knew the fireworks had begun. "Qualsiasi cosa per te, mio bel marito." (8)

Train screamed over and over again, his cock on fire as more precum slipped out of his length, staining his stomach. "Oh, Creed!"

His eyes lit up as he watched the colors burst in front of him, the calefaction in his chest matching the rhythm of the fireworks. The longer he watched the show and the hard and faster Creed's cock moved inside him, the more Train longed to see his lover's face.

Train threw his head back and cried out, then bit his lower lip as the heat between his legs grew and grew. His body continued bobbing up and down on Creed's dick, knowing full well the silver man was purposefully aiming his prostate whereas before it was clear the silverette was trying to avoid it.

The cat gasped louder as he shouted the other man's name, watching as the fireworks burst faster and faster, each burst louder and bigger than the last. He could tell it was nearing the end of the show, and judging by the way the heat in his cock was growing, he knew he was at the end of his show as well.

"A-aaahhh! Creeeeeed! Creed!" Train frantically asked, realizing his lover's thrusts were matching the speed and power of the fireworks. "Fuck… Creed! Deeper!"

Creed obliged, shoving his cock as hard and deep into Train's body as he could. He violently thrust his hips up, positive he had reached his love's stomach as he pulled his cock out again, then shoved right back in.

Hearing Train's screams increase with each thrust he made, Creed made sure to repeat them over and over again. He bit his bottom lip, panting wildly as the Black Cat's ass tightened around him.

"Train…" Creed moaned as he shoved his cock back into his Kitten, viciously yanking it out again before shoving it back in. "Squeeze me tighter, Train… Tighter!"

Train squeezed his cheeks together, gritting his teeth as he hissed out his partner's name again and again, watching as the fireworks grew closer and closer to their end, knowing he was nearing the edge of his own climax.

"Creed…!" Train gasped, trying to speak behind the relentless wave of heat engulfing all of him. "You're… You're trying to match our climax to the finale of the fireworks aren't you?"

Creed nodded as he thrust in and out of his beloved. "What gave it away?"

Train screamed as his cock rocked back and forth, his body moving up and down as Creed's dick shoved vigorously in and out of his ass. "But… But, Creed…"

The cat cried out again, smacking his lips together as he tried to finish his sentence. "I… I don't want to cum yet…"

Creed squeezed his eyes shut as he concentrated on the heat in his cock, focusing on the tightness of Train's ass. "What?"

Train felt his body twitch and tremble, groaning at the all too familiar heat growing between his legs. "I don't want to cum yet."

He watched as the fireworks exploded faster and faster, feeling Creed's cock match their speed as he spoke. "I… I want to see your face…"

Creed smiled, suddenly stopping his thrusts. "Of course my love. On one condition."

Train moaned with regret as he felt Creed remove his cock from his ass.

He watched with bated breath as Creed laid down on the ground next to him, slapping his thighs with both his hands as he gave Train a seductive look. "Climb on top. I want to see your exquisite body bouncing on top of me."

Train smirked at his lover, eagerly crawling on top of the other man. Once his legs were wrapped around Creed's hips, He reached behind himself and wrapped his fingers around the silver man's length.

Creed slid his hands up Train's thighs and to his stomach as the golden man slipped his cock back inside the tight confides on his ass. He hissed and thrust his hips up slightly, watching as his beloved lowered himself onto his sizable dick.

"Oh, Train…" Creed whispered as he watched Train's muscles twitch above him. "Amazing… Simply stunning…"

He slid his up Train's stomach, outlining the cat's lean muscles with his fingertips. "You are truly the most magnificent person I have ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on."

Train opened one of his eyes as he finished sliding his lover's substantial cocking into his ass. "Danke."

Creed licked his lips as he thrust his hips up again, groaning in pleasure as he watched Train hiss with satisfaction. "Fuck me, Train… Ride my cock!"

Train smirked, gyrating his hips back and forth as he locked eyes with his lover. "With pleasure, mein Hengst…" (9)

Creed threw his head back and shut his eyes as Train gyrated his hips, feeling the cat squeezing his ass tight as he moved his body back and forth. He lowered his hands to Train's hips, gripping them tightly as he watched his partner's muscles stiffen and twitch.

"Oh, Train…" Creed whispered as he rested his hips on his beloved's thighs. "Tighter!"

Train's mouth opened wide as he screamed and rocked back and forth of his lover's throbbing length. He placed one hand on Creed's chest, using it to help him move his body back and forth, making sure his lover's dick remained inside him.

When he inserted the other man's member into his ass, he made sure it hit his prostate. That way when he rode his lover's cock, it never left his pleasurable spot.

Train locked eyes with his partner, clenching his fingers together as his nails dug into Creed's chest. The silver man tightened his hold on Train's hip, gritting his teeth as he hissed and groaned, the heat in his penis growing the more his lover gyrated.

Creed kept his eyes on Train, wanting to witness the moment of glory when his beloved orgasmed. It was always a beautiful sight to behold, and Creed didn't want to miss a second of it.

Train smiled down at his lover, his heart beating fast as the heat in his lower abdomen grew to an inexplicable level. He rocked back and forth, faster and faster, squeezing his ass tighter and tighter.

"Creed…" Train whispered, his own cock slithering seductively along the silver man's chest, smearing his shirt with semen. "Creed… Creed… Creed…"

"Train…" Creed gasped and panted, feeling his lover's ass getting tighter and tighter, glancing down at his Kitten's enticing cock every chance he got. "Train… Oh, Train… Train… Train…"

Train licked his lips and stopped gyrating, placing his other hand on Creed's chest. He lifted his ass up and off the silverette's cock, slamming it back down instantly, screaming at the contact. He repeated the motion again and again, squeezing his ass as tightly as he could each time he shoved the swordsman's dick back inside him.

Creed threw his head back and screamed like a wild beast, digging his nails into Train's hips as the Black Cat bobbed up and down on the swordsman's length. Creed screamed over and over again, ferociously panting as sweat began pooling around his body.

"Train…!" The silver man cried out, making sure his eyes never left his lover's flawless body as it sparkled beautifully in the moonlight.

Creed was completely enthralled with the way his lover's lean body danced in tandem with the stars, his finely sculpted chest caked in the moon's heavenly glow. The orb of night's rays cascaded elegantly down Train's bear body, igniting a surge of heat in Creed's soul he could not comprehend.

Creed moaned seductively. "It's like the moonlight wants you just as badly as I do…"

Train did not hear Creed's poetic words as he was too focused on riding the siverette's cock. He panted and cried out as he bounced on top of his lover, his body convulsing with pleasure as he shoved Creed's dick inside his ass.

Creed's adoring thoughts were set aside as another wave of heat engulfed him, once more awakening his carnal instincts. "Oh, Train! Faster, faster! Tighter!"

He paused his requests as he screamed again and again, gritting his teeth as the heat in his cock expanded to the rest of his body. "Aaaahhhh! Train! TRAAIIINN!"

Train obeyed his husband's request and moved his body faster, making sure to shove Creed's dick as far inside him as it could go. Each time he bobbed up and down on his partner's cock, he was purposeful in his speedy motions and made sure it never failed to hit his pleasure spot.

Creed cried out over and over again, the heat numbing his senses as fire flooded his heart, body, and soul. He panted and gasped, hissed and hollered as he neared closer and closer to climax.

The fireworks display may have ended, but the explosion in his cock had not yet reached its peak. However, based on the sensual, gratifying look on his lover's face, judging by the hoarseness of his voice, the excited way he called out Creed's name, the silver man knew his partner was reaching his limits as well.

"Traiiiin….! Traiiiiin… Oh, Traiiiin!"

Creed screamed again and again, gripping tightly to Train's hips as he cried out. "TRAIIN! AAAAHHHH! I'M… I'M ALMOST THERE, TRAIN!"

Train moved his body faster and faster, jumping up and down on Creed's cock, clenching his fists tightly as he screamed out his lover's name. "Me too, Creed… Me too…!"

He threw his head back and cried out into the night sky, his body moving faster and faster, Creed's cock causing the heat throughout his whole body to bubble uncontrollably beneath his skin, percolating wildly as his dick repeatedly smacked against the swordsman's stomach.

Each time he thrust Creed's cock into him, each time he bounced up and down on the silver man's hard length, the gunman felt more cum escape his control as the sultry heat took control of his body.

"Aaaaaahhhhh! Aahhh! Creeeed! Creed!" Train gasped as he moved himself faster and faster along the other man's cock.

Creed matched the cat's pleasure wails with enthusiastic ones of his own. "Aaaah! Train! Oh, Traaiiin!"

Train squeezed his eyes tight as he opened his mouth wide, the heat in his dick expanding to the rest of his body as a massive explosion materialized deep in his gut.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH! CREEED!" Train screamed as he arched his back. "I'M CUMING, CREED!"

"ME TOO, TRAIN!" Creed's voice was hoarse as he cried out. "I'M…. I'M CUMING, TRAIN!"

Train's body twitched as he felt the semen burst violently from his cock, exploding out of his body and onto his lover's. At the same time, Creed's hot, white liquid filled his insides, the silverette releasing one last satisfying howl as he orgasmed.

Train dug his fingers into Creed's chest as the last bit of his essence sprayed onto the swordsman's chest, specks of it hitting his lover's face as he bobbed his body up and down a few more times.

As he continued to bounce, his motions became slower and more laguid as Creed's semen slowly seeped out of Train's ass, staining the swordsman's groin and inner thighs.

Once Train knew Creed had emptied all of his essence into him, he collapsed on top of the man, gasping for breath as he rested his head against his lover's shoulder.

Creed kept his hands on Train's hips for a few seconds as he too fought to catch his breath, then wrapped them gently around his beloved's waist. He lowered his head and kissed the top of Train's head over and over again, gingerly massaging the gunman's back with the tips of his fingers.

Train smiled and shut his eyes, snuggling against his husband's chest, curling his arms against the silver man's sweaty shirt. His heart raced as he felt his Stallion's chest move up and down, still panting from their love making.

"Train? May I ask you a question?"

Train nodded, slowly drifting off as he spoke. "Anything."

Creed wrapped his arms tighter around Train. "Why didn't you use your Tao during either of our love making sessions today?"

Train used his Tao almost every time during their love making, and it confused Creed as to why he didn't that day. Especially with how important the day was, he didn't think Train would be able to control his passion enough to keep it at bay.

Train sighed. "Because I wanted to make sure I could still pleasure you without the aid of my abilities."

Creed frowned. "Really? You're feeling insecure now of all times?"

Train chuckled and shook his head. "No, it's not that. I just… Wanted it to be the two of us and our natural bodies. If that makes sense"

Creed's heart beat viciously at Train's words, squeezing the man closely to his chest as he spoke. "You are so cute, Train."

Train smiled as Creed squeezed him. "Besides, I gotta keep you on your toes. Can't keep doing the same thing every time, can I? Don't want you to get bored of me."

Creed giggled. "The sun will die before I get bored of you."

Train rolled his eyes. "I didn't ask for Drama Creed. Besides, when I use my Tao, you don't last as long. I wanted to make these sessions today last."

Creed frowned and pinched his husband's back. "Rude!"

Train whimpered, then sighed blissfully as Creed went back to massaging his back.

The Black Cat purred, snuggling as close as he possibly could to the other man. The feeling of Creed's fingers gliding up and down his back combined with the beguiling heat his husband's body provided him and the utter exhaustion he felt from his unprecedented orgasm, Train didn't think he'd be able to stay awake for much longer.

With his golden eyes slowly shutting, his muscles relaxing and his mind unburdening itself, Train spoke in a quiet, loving voice. "I love you… I love you so much, Creed Diskenth."

He snuggled closer to his Stallion's neck, taking in a deep breath so he could fill his nostrils with the delicious scent of the other man's sweet, sensual musk. "Te quiero, Mahal kita, Je vous aime, Se agapó, Ich liebe dich." (10)

Each time his beloved chose to express his love, Creed's heart skipped a beat. Each time he felt Train's breath brush against his neck, felt his Kitten's heart beat against his own, filled his senses with his beloved's intoxicating aroma, Creed felt as though he was edging closer and closer to Heaven.

Creed stopped rubbing his beloved's back instead choosing to wrap his arm around the other man, gingerly planting kisses against Train's head.

Between his gentle kisses, Creed spoke in the most warm, loving tone Train had ever heard. "Every time I am convinced I couldn't love you more, you do something that proves me wrong."

He allowed his lips to linger for a moment, tightening his hold on Train before speaking again. "It could be something as seemingly insignificant as the sloppy way you drink your milk, the adorable way you stretch in the morning, the melodic tone of your laugh, the way you snore obnoxiously in the middle of the night, or even the way you take catnaps at the most inappropriate and inconvenient times…"

Hearing Train's giggle lit his heart on fire, causing him to squeeze his partner a little tighter and snuggle the golden man a little closer to his neck.

"Or, it could be something extraordinary like the way we made love just now, the way you fill my life with adventure and excitement, the way you, even after all these years, surprise me at every turn in our lives, or the way you make me feel as though I'm walking on air all the time..."

He pulled Train away slightly so their eyes met, resting his forehead against the Black Cat's as he finished his touching sentiment. "I don't know how you do it, but you always find a way to make me fall more madly in love with you."

Creed smiled at his beloved, removing one of his hands from Train's waist and gently placing it on the cat's cheek. "If I could rearrange the stars to spell out how much I love you, I couldn't, because there wouldn't be enough to properly convey just how powerful my love for you is."

Seeing his husband blush, Creed swooned kissed his nose. "I love how easy it is to make you blush, even after all this time. I love how cheekily you smile when you know you've done something to annoy me, and I love the way you refuse to remove your milk mustache until you've finished the entire glass."

Creed placed his lips against Train's, giving him a gentle, loving kiss before pulling away and nuzzling his beloved's face. "You are, as the inspiring Tina Turner put it, simply the best."

Despite the adoring gleam in his eyes, Train sulked at his partner. "Why do you always have to one up me with the romantic things you say? I can't top that! I'm not that mushy!"

Creed chuckled and caressed his beloved's cheek. "You don't need to ever top me, Train. Unless it's the way you are physically topping me right now."

Train blushed again and puffed his cheeks, then nuzzled his head back into Creed's neck. "Shut up…"

Creed giggled and kissed his love's head again. "Too easy."

Train let out a long, refreshing sigh, allowing a few silent, loving moments to pass between them. He fought the urge to fall asleep, too tired to care that they were in an open space where anyone could walk by and see his half naked form sprawled out on top of Creed.

After a few seconds, Train spoke in a reticent, fatigued voice. "What do we do now, Creed?"

Creed kissed Train's head again before shutting his eyes as well. "What else? We live happily ever after."

Train felt a small smile slide across his lips. "The fairytale ending we've been fighting for."

He snuggled closer to the other man, allowing his body to drift off into his own personal dreamworld, which was very similar to the situation he was currently in. "I think I can do that."

Creed nodded. "For today, and the rest of the days ahead."

With those last words spoken, the lover's fell asleep in each other's arms, using one another's heat to keep their dreams peaceful, warm, and loving. Finally living…

…Happily Ever After.


Translation:

(1) "I love you so much, my ravishing Stallion."

(2) "And I love you, my exquisite Kitten."

(3) "Your beauty is truly enigmatic, mystifying..."

(4) "Good Lord…"

(5) "Make love to me, my magnificent Stallion…"

(6) "Your cock feels so good…"

(7) "And your ass is so soft, warm, and tight…"

(8) "Anything for you, my beautiful husband."

(9) "My Stallion…"

(10) "I love you" - in multiple languages

A/N: I do plan on writing an epilogue since I've always liked having an update on characters. However again, it will probably take a while due to general adult busyness.

Before that update happens, I just again wanted to thank all of you for being loyal and sticking around these 10+ years of making this story. I can't believe I am actually getting to finishing it after all these years of promising myself I would!

Thank you all again. See you in the epilogue!