Chapter 16: I am my Beloved's and My Beloved is Mine.

Warning: Smut.

After being shooed off to their overnight suite by their family members so they wouldn't miss the shuttle to the airport in the morning, Frank and Phil bid their parents and siblings goodnight and thanked them for the wonderful wedding. Then, hand in hand, with no one awake this late at night to see or care in the halls of Beachwood Manor, the couple ran like a couple of giddy school boys to the elevator. Phil punched the "Up" button fervently as if that would make the lift reach the lobby floor any faster.

Once in the elevator car Phil pushed Frank against the wall and attacked his mouth, only having to sweep his tongue across Frank's lip's once, the brunet got the message. Frank's lips parted to allow Phil to explore and dance with his own tongue as he pulled the other man closer, wrapping one arm around his waist, and the other between his shoulders, forcing Phil to kiss him deeper.

They barely heard the ding of the elevator's bell reaching the third floor. As soon as the door opened they shot out into the hallway.

"Key! Got the key?" Phil hissed enthusiastically. Frank reached down into his suit pants and procured the key-card to their room. Joe had discreetly slipped it to him at some point during the reception. And as he opened the door to their suite, it seemed their respective best men had also taken it upon themselves to gather up their suitcases and carry on's from the suites they had prepared in earlier in the evening. There was even a brand new box of K-Y Jelly with a petite white bow stuck to it. Damn it Joe! But that momentary observation was soon forgotten as Frank heard the door close with a soft click behind him. He could tell from the look in Phil's eyes that his husband was about to go in for some cheesy, romantic hoist and dump on the overstuffed bed. Frank gave him a smirk and moved just a tad quicker. With a surprised yelp, Frank scooped Phil into his arms bridal-style and walked them over to the bed.

Phil landed on the plush king-sized bed with a slight "Uf!", the puffy, white duvet billowing around his body. Frank looked at his husband and smiled. Husband. No longer fiancé, boyfriend or roommate. But Phil was still his best friend, and Frank felt like the most blessed man on Earth. How many people got to marry their best friend? Someone whom they'd known since childhood, who knew his most embarrassing moments and his heart's truest desires?

Phil crooked his finger and gave Frank a "come hither" smile. Frank crawled up the bed and straddled Phil's lap. The first contact of their heated erections rubbing together, albeit through layers of clothes, in almost a week caused Frank to shudder and Phil moaned. Phil grabbed Frank's hips firmly to push him down and grind against him. Frank dropped his hands down to the bedding on either side of Phil's head and captured his full lips for another hungry kiss. He gyrated his pelvis and felt Phil's fingers clench his hips tightly to add to the friction. Sure he'd have bruises there come morning, but he did not care.

Frank broke the kiss to come up for air, smiling as he caught the lustful look on Phil's face. The pupils of those honey hazel eyes were blown wide and Frank could see his own reflection in those large, black pools.

"We are entirely overdressed for this!" Phil panted and he released one of his hands from Frank's hips to grab the edge of the other's bow tie. In one smooth tug the tie was loose and he attacked the top button of Frank's shirt. Frank took Phil's wrists in his hands and laid them up by his ears and out of the way. He gave his husband a meaningful look, then sat back and shucked his jacket off, not really caring where it landed. Frank did take care to remove the heirloom cufflinks, but made a show of it, setting them on the nightstand, then going back to unbuttoning his shirt, one button… at…a…time.

"Fuck, you're killing me!" Phil whined, but Frank just shifted his hips seductively to make him moan so the raven haired man would stop talking and continued with his little striptease. His hands had made their way down to his belt, unbuckling the item and whipping it out of the loops with a loud "Fwhip!" He unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. He sighed audibly as the pressure on his erection was given some relief.

"Your turn now." Frank whispered as he deftly removed Phil's tie, the little piece of material landing who-knows where.

"My hands?" Phil asked.

"Stay where they are for now." Frank answered as he kissed the first bit of exposed skin under Phil's Adam's apple, and blazed a trail of kisses that followed each button he opened. As he moved further down his chest, Frank was able to appreciate the "manscaping" Phil had performed just for their wedding and honeymoon. He wasn't down-to-the-skin smooth, that would itch like Hell growing back if he didn't maintain it while they were in Mexico, but he was well trimmed and Frank enjoyed nuzzling the fine hairs there and the soft feel of the skin, specially as he made his way toward Phil's navel. He circled it with his tongue and teased before he continued his way south, stopping to unfasten Phil's belt.

Frank ran his hand slowly and delicately over the bulge he found there. Phil began to squirm and buck his hips upward, cursing quietly. Then Frank's hand was no longer touching him, and he had stilled his hips.

"Frank?" Phil raised his head to see Frank wince. "I saw that!" Sure enough, no matter how much physical therapy he endured or vampire serum he consumed, that bad leg of Frank's rarely missed an opportunity to make it's presence known, especially if Frank was stressed out or tired.

"Shouldn't have had so much champagne, I even took a vial of serum right before the ceremony." Frank muttered more to himself than to Phil. But Phil was not about to let Frank torture himself over this, not tonight. He wasn't even going to remind Frank that if he'd consumed a gallon of the red serum, a couple glasses of alcohol would have purged the magical physical effects of the serum from his bloodstream. Before Frank could wince again, Phil sat up and kissed him. He used the leverage he gained from catching his husband by surprise to gently roll Frank onto his back.

"Finish taking your pants off, Babe… I'll open the lube and get myself ready for you." He didn't give Frank a chance to argue as he captured Frank's reddening lips and then started planting little nips to his jaw line up to his ear. "The first time we made love, you gave yourself to me. Tonight, to consummate our marriage, I give my self to you. I vow to take as well as give, my heart, my body, my soul to you. Now and always. I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine. You're mine now, Franklin Lewis Hardy-Cohen."

Frank's eyes glazed over brightly and the heat from his groin rose and enveloped his chest. His heart hammered and in this moment Frank didn't think he could ever have loved Phil more.

"And you are all mine, Phillip Aaron Hardy-Cohen." Frank wove his fingers in Phil's wavy hair and pulled him in for another searing kiss.

"And now I'm going to ride my husband's cock until we both pass out." Phil rolled his hips for emphasis. That made Frank groan and he reached around and grabbed Phil's ass, squeezing his cheeks and pulling him closer.

"Damn, I've missed you and that dirty mouth of your's." Frank rasped as he let go of Phil and watched the other man shuck off his remaining clothes as Frank did the same. Frank leaned back against the pillows and watched Phil open the fresh box of KY. He popped open the cap for the lube and poured enough to cover this fingers. Phil rocked back to allow Frank a view of the show as he slipped a finger in, then a second, stretching and scissoring his ass to prepare himself to join himself with Frank.

Frank grabbed the lube as well and slicked up his ever hardening dick. The blood pumping through his veins felt like liquid fire, growing hotter and hotter as he touched himself and thought about how it would feel when Phil was fully seated on his cock.

"Fuck! Look at you getting your hole ready for me…My G-d you are so hot." Phil groaned as he added a third finger and continued to tease and pump into himself.

"Look who's gotten a dirty mouth during the last nine months of celibacy." Phil raised his head and lifted himself up on one elbow. "I'm ready now, are you ready to me with that red'n hard cock of your's?" Phil got on all fours and crawled up Frank's body, taking a moment on his way up to lap at the leaking head of Frank's cock. Frank's fingers twined in Phil's dark hair again.

"Mm..mmm…Too close Hon. Too close! Get up here, please!" Phil was more than glad to oblige. He kissed a trail from Frank's smooth inner thigh all the way up his lithe body, punctuating kisses along all the scars he came across on the way up, knowing the skin was more sensitive and tender in those places. He reached Frank's collarbone just as his own cock glided over Frank's. The feel of Frank's slicked up dick brushing with his husband's made the brunet arch and moan wantonly.

Phil covered his mouth and swallowed that moan, licking and massaging, letting himself be teased by Frank's cock rubbing against the lower globes of his ass, occasionally passing over his ass hole. The teasing became to much for him and Phil broke their kiss to sit up. Frank placed his hands on Phil's hips to help steady the raven haired boy who was reaching behind himself to align Frank's cock with his entrance. He heard Frank draw in a sharp breath as the head began to breach his slicked up hole.

It felt a little awkward at first, after going so long without actual sex, but it didn't hurt. Phil would have liked nothing more than to go ahead and take all of Frank in, but he wanted to be able to tolerate sitting the next day. Frank thought he was going to lose his mind, Phil's body felt so good, his body was so unbearably tight and warm. He thrust his hips up a little just as Phil lowered himself more and would draw back up. This rhythm went on for a while until Frank's penis was fully consumed by Phil's body.

Phil let out a shuddering breath.

"You okay?" Frank asked.

"Perfect, just getting used to being so full." Phil smiled and ran a hand down Frank's chest, teasing his nipples and watching them tighten into buds under his fingers. "Think you can try to move a little, Baby?" Frank nodded and thrust up.

"Fuck!"

"Shit!"

"So, uh… so good."

Phil rose up a bit and slammed his body back down. He shifted his hips as he came down that time and that allowed Frank's cock to brush that wonderful bundle of nerves that made him cry out. Frank tightened his hold on Phil's hips so he could hit that spot for Phil again, again, and again. Frank grabbed Phil's neglected cock with one hand and pumped with each thrust upward.

Phil's eyes were scrunched tight as his body rode wave after wave of pleasure that his husband gave him. Frank's brain and body were acting out of pure instinct. The weight of Phil's velvety cock felt heavenly in his hand. The slap of Phil's balls against his skin was music to his ears, and the sudden shout and cry of Phil's orgasm hitting were the prelude to the squeezing and pulsating around Frank, and Phil's body practically milked Frank's cum from him.

Their lovemaking was no longer a symphony of rhythm, but a frantic race for that final spiraling bliss they had withheld from for so long. Phil collapsed on top of Frank's chest, his face buried in the crook of the brunet's neck and shoulder. They were both sweaty, panting, and the room was now quiet except for their heavy breathing. Frank wrapped his arms around Phil, gliding his hands up and down his sweat-slicked back. Frank could feel Phil smile against his skin and he turned his head to kiss his cheek. Frank returned the kiss and after Phil pulled off of him, they lay there for the longest time kissing lazily. Phil giggled when Frank had to stop and yawn.

"Ready for bed?"

"Yeah" Phil reached over and grabbed up several tissues from the box on the nightstand. He cleaned Frank's chest and stomach as well as himself. They could shower in the morning, it was late, and Phil didn't think either of them were wakeful enough to care. Frank pulled back the covers and they both slipped under the cool sheets, pushing the fluffy duvet down to the foot of the bed.

Finally, they were in bed, sweaty but sated. Frank assumed his favorite position as the little spoon and Phil wrapped his arms around his beloved. The way they were laying on the bed, Frank was able to clasp his left hand with Phil's. Frank kissed the inside of his husband's palm, Phil kissed his shoulder and soon, Frank could hear his breathing even out. Frank was so tired, but once the lights were out, the events of the day replayed in his head and he found himself not quite ready to sleep.

Instead, he watched as the moonlight played on their matching wedding bands. They'd done it, they were finally married. He sat up and moved Phil's arm so that it wouldn't go numb under the weight of Frank's head. Once his head was on his own pillow, he felt Phil inch closer and drape a protective arm around his waist. This had been the best day of his life, and as his body relaxed, his eyes grew heavy, and he drifted off to sleep.

ooOOoo

Author's Note:

I apologize for such a late, late update to this story. Blame writer's block, blame having the kids home so much due to the weather that I just can't think straight. Regardless, I hope you have enjoyed this, albeit short, chapter. I promise the next will be longer and have more going on, but I felt their wedding night deserved a chapter to itself.

R & R ya'll.

Also, anyone out there recognize something a wee bit familiar about the last two chapters? ;D