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Justin couldn't help it; he laughed at Debbie's comment. "Yes, I finally get to be the other Mr. Brian Kinney," he said with a smile, "Now, someone go and find me a minister! I'm not letting him get away this time!"

"Your Uncle Phil will do it or I'll know why," Granny Smith said before toddling towards the hall, shouting for Phil to get his lazy ass upstairs to marry her grandbaby.

Brian blinked at the old woman. "That's the formidable Grandmother?"

Justin nodded. "Mary Ellen Smith, my mom's mother. She wants to interrogate you. Needs to make sure you are good enough for me."

Brian raised an eyebrow as he watched the woman snatch the bottle of booze from the table. "I'm good enough for you. Haven't I done wonderful things for you?"

"You have," Justin agreed, "but you aren't her favorite grandchild. You're just the man who defiled her precious grandson with his wicked ways. You led me down a path of sin, you know, and taught me immoral things."

"Pretty sure all I did was show you the path of sin and you ran down it all on your own, dragging me behind."

Justin shrugged. "You say tomato. She says tomahto."

"And she's okay with the whole marrying a guy thing? Someone led me to believe that it might cause her to stroke out."

"Apparently, when I would visit during the summers as a kid, I would chase the neighbor boys instead of the neighbor girls. She decided that she'd have a gay grandson when I was six but didn't clue the rest of us in. She's more concerned about the age difference and that you have some questionably loose morals."

"One could argue that you've inherited some of those loose morals."

"Favorite grandchild. Can do no wrong," Justin said with a grin. "Play up the fact that Gus is your son. She likes Gus. She might be more inclined to like you if she knew she was getting an unquestionably adorable great-grandson as part of the bargain."

Brian watched as the woman cracked open the Beam and poured some into a glass. He swallowed when she fixed her gaze on him and crooked a finger. "She wants to question me now?"

"It will take Uncle Phil ten years to get up these stairs. It will give her time to decide if you can join the family. And, if need be, give us time to escape out the window if we need to elope. I mean it; not letting you go this time. Now, go talk before she comes over here," Justin said, bumping Brian with his hip.

Brian slowly approached the old woman. Honestly, he didn't know what to do with grandparents. His own parents had never been keen on visiting either set of their parents and Deb's had passed on long ago. Grandparents were a strange entity to him, sort of like leftovers left alone to develop their own conscious.

When Granny Smith pointed at the chair next to her, he obediently sat down. "Mrs. Smith," he greeted her and tried not to fidget. He felt like he'd been called into a school principal's office.

"Well, Justin was right about one thing; you are quite a looker. He says you're the right man for him but others have said some things that make me worry. Drugs. Sleeping around. Sinful behavior in general. You almost married my boy once before but didn't. What makes you so sure that are good enough for my little Sugar Dumpling?"

Brian snickered at the nickname and at Justin's cry of "Gran!" but straightened up when he caught sight of Granny Smith raising an eyebrow. He coughed, clearing his throat. "I'm not going to apologize for how I've lived my life, if that is what you are after. Do you really think that anything you say or do would stop this marriage?"

"I think I can put my two cents in. I didn't when Jennifer married that Fuckwit Craig and look how that's turned out. However, Justin is an adult and can make his own choices by why you? According to the screechy one, you don't do love or marriage or monogamy."

Brian didn't have to ponder who the screechy one was; Michael probably hadn't wasted his time on expounding his vices. "Michael sees what he wants to see. Do you think we could take is conversation elsewhere?"

Granny Smith narrowed her eyes at him. Justin had said that discussing emotions didn't come easily to this man. She doubted he'd want to talk about his emotional relationship with her Grandson where just anyone could listen in. "All right, room across the hall is empty. We'll just go over there for a little chat. Go tell Sugar Dumpling that I promise I won't chain you up in the basement."

Brain watched as the woman stood up. She snatched up the bottle of Beam before heading towards the door. He moved over to where Justin stood with his mother. "I'm just going next door to have a talk with your grandmother, Sugar Dumpling. She says she won't chain me up in the basement but we can explore that idea later."

"Call me Sugar Dumpling again and I'll chain you up and leave you to rot. Have fun," Justin said with a smile. He kissed Brian's cheek before waving him off.

This had to be the worst idea in the whole history of bad ideas. A man like Brian Kinney didn't do marriage. Kinney was the hero; the stud of Liberty Avenue. Men and women worshiped him and were in awe of his "no-fucks-given" lifestyle.

Men like Brian Kinney weren't supposed to be tied down by the rules of marriage. He was living the dream of thousands. Michael snorted as be watched Brian trot out of the room behind Taylor's tottering grandmother. He switched his gaze to the other groom, perched between the mothers. Justin was beaming under the attention of Deb and Jennifer. Michael rolled his eyes.

The two men had tried this marriage thing before and look how that had turned out. Michael muttered under his breath about how this was bound to fuck something up.

Behind him, Emmett Honeycutt raised an eyebrow and stopped poking at the antique chest of drawers he'd uncovered in the corner and turned to look at Michael. He'd heard what the man, slouched down in his chair and scowling, had said. "What was that?"

"I didn't say anything, Em. I just made a noise; this chair isn't comfortable."

"Odd. Could have sworn you said that this wedding was going to be a fuck up," Emmett said while pulling open a drawer and peeking inside. "I, for one, am thrilled that Romeo is finally marrying his Juliet."

"I hardly think this is worthy of Romeo and Juliet, Em. You know that this won't last and I'll have to pick up the pieces when Justin leaves."

Emmett blinked. "And why would Justin be leaving?"

"Because he always leaves! Things get a little tough and he just takes off instead of dealing with them like a grown man. If this farce of a marriage doesn't go how he wants, he'll either force Brian to change or leave. You saw what happened last time, Em."

"What happened last time was the result of the bombing. We all did stupid things following the bombing. Brian changed on his own, trying to be what he thought Justin wanted. They rushed into the idea of marriage because they were scared. "

Michael crossed his arms over his chest and slunk down farther into his chair. "I didn't do anything special. I just didn't die."

Now, Emmett raised both eyebrows and came around to sit in the chair opposite of his friend. "Really? And what do you call that phase you went through after Babylon was reopened? That whole drinking-drugging-dancing-fucking spree you went on that didn't stop until Ben threatened to leave you? That was special. An especially stupid thing to do. Even Brian thought that."

"We aren't talking about me."

"No, just this idea you have about marriage between Brian and Justin. Michael, they have been together for years. And they're still going strong, even managing a long-distance relationship for a year and half," Emmett said as he stared at Michael.

"What relationship? They fly back and forth to fuck each other. Fuck-Buddies don't have relationships," Michael said while glaring across the room at Justin.

"If all Brian wanted was a fuck, he has his pick of asses to play with. He goes to New York once a month in order to spend time with Justin. Honey, face it, they have a relationship that is strong and what works for them isn't what works for most people. I don't know why they've agreed on marriage now but it something they want."

Michael turned his head to stare at Emmett. "Em, marriage is about commitment and monogamy and honesty. How do Brian and Justin fit in with any of that?"

"That's how your marriage is defined, Michael. Who can say how those two would define their marriage?"

Mary Ellen openly stared at the man sitting across from her. As far as looks went, her grandson had found a real winner. Even when grumpy and travel rumpled, this Brian Kinney made quite the aesthetically pleasing picture. She imaged that he cleaned up quite nicely but looks were only the surface of a person. In the last day, she'd heard plenty bad about the man across from her. "All right, Mr. Kinney, we're alone. What's on your mind?"

Brian poured himself some of the Beam and downed the shot in one go. "I know I'm not the best for Justin; there are probably thousands more out there who can do a better job than me but he's what I want. Have you ever wanted someone so bad that you'd do anything, be anyone for them?"

Mary Ellen nodded. "My sweet Johnny. I wanted him like crazy."

"I thought your husband was named Edward. At least, that is what Justin has always said."

"The man I married was named Edward. He wasn't the man of my dreams. I had to settle for him after Johnny went away to war and never came back to me. It almost destroyed me. I know that you can finically provide for Justin but the rest? As I said, I've been led to believe that you don't do marriage."

"Children learn by example. The only example of marriage I had growing up was my parents and they didn't have a healthy relationship. I wanted to avoid everything associated with relationships and marriage."

Mary Ellen nodded and poured them both a shot. "Justin said that both your parents should've been shot. I assume life wasn't easy growing up?"

"No Ma'am."

"Don't you Ma'am me, young man. I'm not that old. Now, what was it that made you change your mind two years ago?"

"You know about the bombing?"

Mary Ellen nodded. "I know all about that. It is quite disturbing to have your daughter call you to say she'd been involved in the bombing that was all over the news but was okay," she narrowed her eyes at Brian. "Was that Tucker character there as well?"

Brian rolled his lips for a moment before nodding. "Yes. He was there. I believe that they just begun seriously seeing each other around that time. Is Jennifer in trouble?"

"I haven't decided. So, the bombing?"

"I thought I'd lost him for a second time. I'd thought that this bright, charming, smart young man was gone from my life for a second time."

"Jennifer said you two were separated at the time?"

"We were but we still saw each other all the time. I wouldn't give him what he wanted so he moved out. When the bombing happened, I was scared that I'd lost him for good. I was scared into giving him everything I thought he was after in order to keep him in my life. Marriage. Commitment. Monogamy."

"But you didn't marry?"

"He needed to explore his art. I needed to get my head back on straight."

"And now?"

"I want him. I want to be near him every day. I fuckin' hate flying back and forth in order to have a day here and there. He…he gets me and understands me. I don't know if a marriage between us will work but it's more than a ring or a piece of paper that declares a union. It's a statement. It says that he's the only one who truly matters. I'd take him over my family, my friends, or my businesses. The only other one who matters like that is Gus. Mrs. Smith, please believe me that I'd do anything for my boys and that I honestly want this. I want to call Justin Husband."

Mary Ellen poured another shot and swished it around. She contemplated the liquid before tossing it back. "All right, you have my blessing. I suppose I should see what's taking Phil so long. I swear that man is lazier then a slug."

Brian watched as Mary Ellen toddled out of the room. Blowing out a breath, he ran his hands through his hair and laughed. He supposed he should get back to his husband-to-be. He took a moment to collect himself before jogging back across the hall. He went straight to Justin. "That's what you're going to wear to our wedding?" he said while looking Justin up and down.