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He lays Darien carefully on the bed and goes back to the bar for ice, returning in moments. He gets a towel from the bathroom and fills it with ice, and sits on the edge of the bed, stroking Darien's hair a moment.

"Ready?"

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He winces and nods.

Charlie applies the ice pack carefully, wincing himself. "Sh, sh, sh," he soothes, stroking Darien's forehead.

He nuzzles to Charlie's hand.

"Love you, babe."

"Love you too, crazy puppy," he whispers and leans over to kiss his forehead. He chuckles dryly. "And here I was thinking we'd have a quiet evening of sex and planning."

"We can at least plan without getting distracted by sex?"

"I suppose that's a plus. A tiny, minor one." He lies down and kisses Darien's neck. "Well. My friend Nick has offered to pay for the wedding. So that's one less thing to worry about."

BLINK.

"What?"

"My friend Nick, who's, like, eight hundred years old and likes to do things for his friends, has offered to pay for our wedding. So we can do pretty much anything we want to--we just need to figure out what we want to do."

"He's... eight hundred years old."

Headtilt.

"Our wedding's getting paid for by Yoda?"

"He's a vampire. Not so green." He plays with Darien's hair.

"You sure? Some vampires are green, you know. I remember reading about it once."

"I've seen him in various lights. Mostly he's just kind of blondish."

He raises an eyebrow.

"He a good friend?"

"One of the best. I've told you about him before, I'm sure." He kisses Darien's forehead. "You need to come out more. Some of my friends aren't sure you exist."

He chuckles.

"Well, I am the Invisible Man."

"All the more reason for them to think I've gone daft in the head," he says, smiling down at Darien.

He leans up and kisses Charlie's cheek.

"I'll try."

"Thank you.

"So . . . as far as the planning goes? I'm thinking, small ceremony, big party. How does that sound to you?"

He nods.

"Sounds good to me, babe. Big party means no one'll notice when we sneak off."

Grin.

"Richard's already made remarks about keeping the cake hidden until after the ceremony."

He kisses Darien's grin.

"I'd . . . I'd like to do the ceremony here. One of the gods do the ceremony--I think their authority makes more sense, really, than a priest or a judge. And have just family and closest friends for that part. And then everybody else we want--or maybe just everybody--at the party after."

He nods.

"Sounds good to me. Not like any priest is gonna be cool with it."

"Yeah. That's what I think. So . . . okay. Cool. The sooner we get this planned the sooner we can actually do this. Maybe by the end of the month?"

He nods and nuzzles again. It's starting to get too cold.

"Yeah. Sure. Mmm."

Charlie pulls a blanket over them. "How are you doing? Feeling better?"

"Getting a bit cold, actually."

And he shifts away from the mostly-melted ice.

He kisses Darien's forehead and gets up long enough to drop the towel in the bathroom. He comes back to bed and snuggles around Darien.

And Darien, carefully, snuggles back.

"Sorry I didn't listen to you."

He traces Darien's ear. "Now you know I know best."

He nods and kisses Charlie's cheek.

"Mmhm."

He strokes Darien's cheekbones with the backs of his fingers. "Am I rushing things? I know I asked for time, but . . ." He shakes his head. "I just want to be married. Get all the rest of this out of the way and just be married to you."

He snorts.

"I still haven't found Kevin to tell him."

"Then we gotta find Kevin. Unless you want to pull him aside one day and say 'Hey, you're my best man, come on.'"

...

"He'd have me pinned to a slab and start dissecting me on the spot."

"Then we need to find him beforehand."

A nod.

"Can I sleep now? My balls want me to forget I exist for the moment."

"Of course you can sleep now," he says soothingly. "Want me to stay or let you be?"

CLING.

That answer the question, Charlie?

Yes. It does.

A kiss more and Darien's out for the count. It's... not a good night, but he has Charlie. That's something. That's everything.

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