Chuck's alarm went off. An arm emerged from under his duvet, flailed around and finally slapped the clock. He groaned.

'Time to get up!'

'Whu?' Chuck blinked; finally made out the outline of a figure seated on the windowsill. 'John?'

'Brought you coffee.' The big man's voice was warm with amusement. 'I thought you could use it.' He stepped into the room and sat on the bed.

Chuck pushed himself up, took the proffered mug and sipped. 'Oh! God, I love you.'

Beside him, John froze for a moment, then relaxed. 'You too, Chuck. So, what's the plan for today?'

'Um...' Chuck leaned his shoulder against John's. 'Pick up the tuxedos and the buttonholes around eleven. Make sure Devon doesn't skip town. Or Dad. Keep Ellie from freaking out. Be at the hotel by one.'

'In that case, you have time to come over to mine first,' John rumbled. He turned his head a fraction, inhaling the bed-warm scent.

'What's at yours?' Chuck asked sleepily, sipping at his coffee.

'Me.' John nuzzled Chuck's ear and the nerd's eyes widened. He huffed in surprise.

'Oh!'

'Mm. And a door that locks.'

Carefully, Chuck set the mug down on his bedside table, then turned to look at the agent. 'I suppose I have a half-hour free...' He let John kiss him, eyes fluttering closed as John's tongue plunged inside, chasing the taste of coffee. The sound of the bathroom door slamming pulled them apart, dark-eyed and panting.

'Move,' John rasped, standing and pulling the duvet off Chuck in one smooth motion.

Chuck paused long enough to pull on a pair of sweatpants, grab a change of clothes and stuff his feet into shoes, then followed the tall man through the window and across the courtyard into John's apartment. As he stepped through the doorway, John reached past him and shut it, pushing him back against the solid wood. Chuck's clean clothes dropped to the floor as his hands came up to frame John's face, fingers running through the short brown hair, pulling him closer as they kissed, devouring each other. Pinned to the door by John's bigger frame and supported by those large hands cupping his ass, Chuck wrapped one long leg around John's calves, rubbed his aching erection against John's, until with a grunt, John pulled back, away, wild-eyed, drawing a mewl of disappointment from somewhere deep in Chuck's throat.

'Not here!' John wrapped a hand around the back of Chuck's neck, pulling him away from the door and up the stairs, through a door, and there was a large bed that Chuck glimpsed and then he was lying on it with John on top of him, kissing him, tugging at his t-shirt, hands everywhere, brushing a nipple, sliding under his boxer shorts and Chuck couldn't breathe, couldn't think, as a hand closed around him, stroking until he was about to burst, about to come. Then strong fingers pinched at the base of his penis, held him implacably as he writhed, refusing to let him fall over the edge.

Chuck whimpered and opened his eyes to see John staring down at him, eyes darker than Chuck had ever seen them, glittering fiercely with possessive lust. Once John was sure Chuck wasn't about to come, he rolled off Chuck and stripped them both quickly, then grabbed a pillow, urging Chuck to lift his hips so he could place it under Chuck's ass.

Chuck could feel his nipples peaking in the cooler air now that John wasn't over him, blanketing him in solid, muscled heat. With the pillow under his hips, he felt wanton, exposed, but John didn't give him time for nervousness, urging his legs apart, lying between them, covering him chest to chest, groin to groin. Chuck flinched at the click of the cap of lube.

'What are you-'

'Ssh,' John murmured, nuzzling kisses over Chuck's swollen lips. 'Nothing like that.'

'Oh!' Chuck's eyes closed again as one slick hand engulfed them both, coating them in lube. He moaned again as John thrust gently, his penis sliding over Chuck's, balls brushing heavy over the base of Chuck's penis. Then John was kissing Chuck again, tongue thrusting in time with his hips and Chuck let sensation wash over him, feeling the tension build in him again, rising with each press of John's hips, each careful squeeze of his strong fingers, until he heard an unfamiliar cry break from his lips to be caught by John's mouth and he was coming, spilling over John's fingers, over his penis, dropping to his stomach, smearing between them. John thrust hard, sending aftershocks rippling through Chuck, and with a roar he came too, spurting between them, semen mixing, pooling on Chuck's belly. Chuck held onto John as they both shook and panted, until at last their breathing and racing hearts returned to something approaching normal and with a groan John rolled away and lay beside Chuck.

Chuck managed to get one hand over as far as John's arm. 'You melted my brain,' he complained affectionately. John grunted. 'You get to explain to the General why I can't flash on anything ever again.'

'You'd better not flash on anything today,' John grumbled. 'I can protect you from almost anything, but not your sister.'

'Yeah, she's pretty kick-ass,' Chuck agreed. He sighed, turned onto his side and, ignoring John's disgusted exclamation, plastered himself along the big man's side, coating his hip in cooled semen and lube.

'Ten minutes, Bartowski,' John warned.

'Mmph,' Chuck buried his face in the curve of John's neck. 'Or what?'

'Then I haul your ass into the shower or your sister will kill the both of us.' John wrapped an arm around Chuck's shoulder, holding him close.

'Mkay,' Chuck snuffled.

Twenty minutes later, the pounding on the front door woke them both.

The day passed in a blur of suits and flowers, tears and hysterics. Despite the General's assurances that Fulcrum was no longer any threat, John made Chuck wear his bullet-proof vest under his suit, and an ear bud and throat mike. Just in case. Sarah used all her hard-learned strategic skills to keep Devon's mother away from Ellie, which task was made significantly easier by a carefully timed kiss between John and Chuck. The final half an hour before the wedding saw Chuck with his future in-laws and a long lecture on making his mind up. They made it clear that personal choice was absolutely fine, but surely some day Chuck would want kids and Sarah probably wouldn't wait forever.

Chuck held his tongue, although John's caustic offer over the radio of, 'They'll never find the bodies. Just say the word,' was very tempting. But at long last, he was standing in the chapel beside Devon, with John watchful at his shoulder. Music started, the doors opened, and Ellie walked in, her hand on her father's arm. Chuck could see the point at which she very nearly turned and ran, away from the fuss and the overblown floral displays, but Stephen laid his hand gently over her white knuckles and she carried on up the aisle until she was standing in front of Devon. Then everything else melted away and all that mattered was the minister and Devon, the vows and the rings and the kiss.

John put a steadying hand on Chuck's shoulder as he watched his sister get married. Chuck swallowed around the lump in his throat, recovering himself to hand over the rings on cue. Applause greeted the first kiss of Devon and Ellie's married life, and rose petals showered over them as they left the chapel and made their way to the reception room. Team Bartowski trailed behind, not anxious to get into the rounds of handshakes and speeches that came next.

Three hours later, Ellie was having an extremely happy wedding reception. The food had been good, the first dance had gone well, and even the murmur of surprise which had rippled round the room when Chuck left Sarah half-way through the second dance to waltz with John hadn't been enough to kill her champagne buzz. Actually, now she had the opportunity to sit down and chase away the ache in her feet with another couple of glasses of champagne, Ellie had to admit that John was an awfully good dancer. Chuck wasn't terrible, either, and together they made a very striking couple.

Devon wrapped an arm around Ellie's shoulder and snuggled her close, dropping a kiss onto her immaculate curls. 'You okay, babe?'

'Mmm, yes,' Ellie sipped at her champagne. 'I'm glad we're married. Do you think they'll ever get married?'

'Who, John and Chuck?' Devon shrugged. 'Who knows? They're good now, though.'

'And so handsome! Look at them dance! I didn't know Chuck could dance,' Ellie smiled, a little lop-sidedly.

A wicked smirk flashed across Devon's face. 'Be right back, babe.' He was across the other side of the room before Ellie could blink, and, it seemed, back almost as quickly.

'What did you do?' Ellie hiccuped. 'You did something, didn't you!'

'Watch,' Devon said, hugging his wife close.

As the familiar strains of the tango rolled out, most of the couples still on the dance floor decided to take a break, leaving only the optimistic and the drunk behind. Chuck attempted to bolt, but John's hand shot out, faster than Ellie had ever seen anyone move, catching him in an unbreakable hold. Every eye turned to them as John tugged Chuck close, stalking around him with a predator's deadly grace. By the time John dipped Chuck for the last time, the room was beginning to empty for different reasons.

'Oh my god!' Ellie tilted her head and looked up at her husband. 'That's my brother! That's, that's... Sex! Out there! In front of everyone!'

'That's the tango,' Devon corrected, smugly wise. 'What say we go tango in the privacy of our honeymoon suite?'

'Yes! Great idea! Now!' Ellie demanded. They made a swift exit, breezing past the Woodcombes Senior, past Chuck and John who were still looking dazed, waving a very quick goodbye from the doorway, and just like that, the party was over.

Chuck came to his senses as John propelled him out of the elevator and down a long corridor. 'Where are we going?'

'Got us a room,' John said, stopping in front of a door. He opened it with a swipe of a keycard, checked the room for signs of hidden enemies, then dragged Chuck inside.

'Why, why-' Chuck's stammering question was cut off abruptly by John's mouth descending over his own in a bruising kiss. As John tore open his shirt, Chuck broke the kiss, gasping. 'Oh!' He dived back in to fasten on John's mouth again, more biting than kissing as John tugged his shirt off and set to work on the bullet-proof vest underneath. Chuck wrestled with John's jacket until the agent backed off long enough to let it fall to the floor, then he was back, pressing Chuck to the door. Seconds later, Chuck's trousers were pooled around his ankles, his shirt and jacket pushed apart, bullet-proof vest (with handy velcro straps) on the floor beside him, and one large hand was cupping him through his boxers.

Chuck's head hit the door with a thump. 'Ah!'

John massaged his erection, pressing the heel of his hand against the sensitive glans as Chuck's hips pushed forwards insistently. Chuck forced his eyes open to see John regarding him intently with lust-dark eyes, a fierce, possessive satisfaction on his face.

The big man growled.

Chuck emphatically did not squeak as John picked him up and carried him over to the bed. It was the champagne making him dizzy, not the effortless way his boyfriend lifted him off the floor. Certainly not the way he was suddenly completely naked from the waist down, or the way he found his legs spread wide by John's broad shoulders. This time, he didn't notice the click of the cap on the lube, distracted by John's mouth engulfing him, hot, wet, sucking powerfully. He did notice the finger gliding down behind his balls, since it unerringly found his opening and, before it occurred to him to protest, it was inside him.

'Wha- Oh, god! I, I, uh... John!' Between the champagne buzz and the incredible sensations shooting through his groin, Chuck couldn't form a coherent thought, let alone utter a coherent sentence. He gave up trying, reduced to clutching at the sheets, pulling a pillow over his head to muffle the animal sounds coming out of his throat as John drove him to the edge of coming again and again, only to pull back, slow down, until Chuck was a whimpering, moaning, uncoordinated wreck and the sheets were in serious danger of ripping.

John lifted his head and took in Chuck's pitiful condition with an evil grin. As Chuck panted and swore, the big man stood and stripped with his customary efficient grace, which Chuck watched through slitted eyes in complete and utter disbelief.

'You, you-' he spluttered in indignation.

John raised a sardonic eyebrow. 'Me what, Chuck?' he drawled, amused, kicking off his shoes.

'Fuck!' Chuck scowled.

'I could commend you on your accurate assessment of the situation, or I could...' John dropped his trousers and shorts. Chuck didn't have long to take in the sight of his lover's jutting erection because John, producing a condom from mid-air as far as Chuck could tell, rolled it over said erection and knelt on the bed between Chuck's thighs.

'You could, uh...' Chuck prompted, dry-mouthed and with pounding heart; how much of that was nerves and how much arousal, he couldn't tell.

John stuffed a pillow under Chuck's hips, just as he had that morning, then laid down, spreading Chuck's legs uncomfortably wide, covering Chuck with his solid, muscled bulk, reaching between them to guide his cock into place.

'Or I could fuck...' John trailed off as Chuck's eyes widened at the feel of John's blunt hardness pressing at his opening. With a nudge of his hips, he was inside.

'Ah!' Instinctively, Chuck clenched against the intrusion.

'Relax,' John ordered, sliding his hand between them to rub low on Chuck's belly, take his softening cock in a comforting grip. He waited as Chuck panted through the burn.

'How?' Chuck managed to choke out.

'Bear down.' John kept eye contact, stroked him gently. 'Breathe deep.'

Chuck concentrated on the sound of the words, on John's measured breathing, on the promise that this could be, would be better. He fought his body's rejection of the invader until, miraculously, he actually did relax, the pain easing to an awareness, a stretch, and John slid further inside, dropping his head to kiss Chuck slowly, thoroughly. Chuck surprised himself by whimpering into the kiss, moaning as his hips twitched upwards, driving John's unflagging erection still deeper into his ass.

With one long, smooth push, John drove all the way into Chuck, groaning as he stopped, fully-seated in that incredible, tight, slick heat.

'God, Chuck!' He rested his forehead against the younger man's, a bead of sweat standing proud on his temple.

Chuck looked up into eyes so dark they seemed all pupil, seeing the effort of holding back in the set of John's jaw, the flaring of his nostrils as he fought to hold still, to hang onto the last shreds of his control. With a quirk of his mouth that was almost a smile, Chuck thrust upwards. He had almost no room to move his hips with all of John's weight resting on him, in him, and his cock was trapped between them, sweat-damp hair coarse against the sensitive skin, but it was enough to galvanize John into action.

With an explosive grunt, John pulled back and slammed into Chuck, hitting a spot that had Chuck crying out, stars exploding across his vision. As John powered into Chuck again and again, Chuck clutched John's hips, hanging on for the ride, hardly hearing the gutteral noises that fell from John's lips to mix with the cries that forced themselves up and out of Chuck, filling the room with unmistakeable sounds of passion.

Tension built and coiled within Chuck again with each thrust of John's muscular hips that drove into, against, over that spot inside him, that rubbed his dick between their heated bodies, until it was unbearable, he couldn't withstand John's onslaught a second longer; he would be broken, split in half by that huge cock, ground into pieces on the expensive hotel sheets, but a thrust harder, deeper than was surely possible, turned the world white behind his eyelids as he shot explosively, muscles clenching rhythmically around John, leaving him sobbing hoarsely into John's shoulder as John pulsed inside him, coming endlessly in a wordless shout that sounded as though it was dragged from the depths of his soul.

Chuck barely registered John's hiss of withdrawal, the cloth that passed, cool and damp over his opening, or the arms that divested him of the remains of his shirt and crumpled jacket, tugged the duvet out from under him, covered him over and wrapped him in a full-body embrace. He fell asleep to the steady, comforting beat of John's heart, his head pillowed on John's chest, and didn't wake until the late-morning sun forced him into awareness.