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The Bride stood before the Groom, back straight and posture perfect as Eddie added his final touches.
Now that the ritual was over, the night had ended, and they had a year to wait out, Eddie shrouded Waylon in the remains of his wedding gown. They’d been ... aggressive in their lovemaking, and while the dress was torn and a little dirty now, Waylon couldn’t even look at the disgusting clothing he’d worn when he’d arrived at the cabin. Denim. Cotton. Pants.
“I will not have you indecent in public,” Eddie growled before they’d left the forest. Then his steam had cooled. “But I’ve nothing else to clothe you in.”
Waylon had traced his groom’s jawline, catching his attention. “What makes you think I’d ever want to wear anything other than the first gift you gave me?”
If it hadn’t been for the hypnotic pull drawing them underground, Waylon would’ve let Eddie fuck him through the dawn and well into the night again. They were newlyweds after all. He didn’t want to walk straight for a week.
Unfortunately whatever this strange new dark force that had grown in him was, it bound him and Eddie both in ways he hadn’t been bound when he was human. They had to go, newlyweds or not. Their job was done, and it was time for them to retreat back to the darkness.
But as he’d pulled his wedding dress on, torn and falling off, Eddie had crowded close behind him, teeth brushing his neck as he spoke. Heat and desire flooded Waylon’s body when Eddie said, “Then I’ll make sure you never take it off again.”
And Waylon was elated that his groom kept his word.
Their glass room was solid and unbreakable but if asked politely, whoever or whatever kept them provided requests if they weren’t too extreme. Eddie had asked for beautiful white ribbon and a sewing needle and thread. Waylon wanted lube.
“They never give lube,” Eddie had sighed when their items were delivered.
Waylon had smirked as he lifted the small bottle and card that offered them congratulations on their marriage. “Maybe for newlyweds they do.”
At the sight of it, he was sure Eddie would take him then and there for every monster around to see, but he thrilled when his groom showed incredible self-restraint. Again Eddie crowded close, needle and thread in hand as he manipulated Waylon’s body before him, taking hold of the fabric and getting to work. With the careful eye of an experienced tailor, Waylon watched as Eddie stitched gaping holes, tore more length off the bottom so his feet and lower legs were freer to move. Eddie tightened the bodice, making Waylon feel glorious and supported as it held his torso in satin delight.
“Hold it there,” Eddie breathed against Waylon’s ear as he readied the needle and ribbon. Insanity made his eyes glow that much brighter as he stared at Waylon’s exposed back. “You’ll be my masterpiece.”
Waylon glanced over his shoulder coyly, heat in his eyes. “Are you done with the foreplay, babe?”
Eddie’s chest heaved, but when the needle threaded the ribbon under Waylon’s skin at the base of his spine before crisscrossing upward, cinching the dress to his form tight and even, his strong fingers never hesitated. They were precise and sure, a master’s focus and skill at work, and Waylon relished the sensation of becoming one with his dress. Of being stitched into it, the sterling white satin ribbon stretching below his skin and over his spine. With each painful, pleasurable stitch, he knew the ribbon would never come out. This was him. This was right.
He would never be anything but the Bride ever again.
With tender care Eddie finished just below the nape of Waylon’s neck, tinkering with what felt like the most precious bow. Waylon hadn’t made a move the entire time, but now that Eddie was done he drew his thick digits down the length of Waylon’s newly designed back. He let out a shuddering breath at the tender caress.
“Is it,” Waylon started, heart in his throat and anxious to know. “Does it look good?”
“Darling,” Eddie said before leaning forward to place a tender kiss on the high bone of his nape, right above the bow. “You’re divine.”
Like this, permanently dressed in the wedding gown his groom had made him, praised by the husband he now had, Waylon felt divine. He felt pure.
With all the sensuality he had, he turned and slipped his arms around Eddie’s neck, shamelessly pressing them groin to groin. Waylon was pleased to feel the strong ridge of Eddie's cock ready for him and fire flared in his groom’s eyes as Waylon ground them together. Big hands tugged and soon they were on the floor, Waylon straddled pleasingly across the Groom’s strong hips. With the skirt of his dress keeping their actions from the eyes of the other nightmares and creatures around them, Waylon grinned. He leaned back and grabbed the lube, luxuriating in the sting and pull of the ribbon along the length of his back.
"Beautiful," Eddie sighed as Waylon leaned forward again so he could drop the lube in the Groom's hand before kissing a line to his ear.
"Fill me up, Eddie," he whispered, need flaring in his body when he felt Eddie stiffen beneath him. "Come on, babe, I need you so bad."
"Insatiable," his husband said, though his voice had dropped to a low growl Waylon felt to his core. Big hands dug into Waylon's body hard enough to leave delightful bruises. "Minx."
"You love it," Waylon said with a grin as he closed his eyes and began grinding down. "Are you going to make me do all the work, or—?"
With a heave, Eddie threw him on his back and spread his legs obscenely while making quick work of his fly.
"That mouth of yours, Darling." The breath heaved out of Waylon as Eddie's bulk trapped him against the ground. His eyes flashed silver on black and Waylon smiled, heart racing as Eddie nipped at that electric spot just behind his ear. "I love it."
A hand was between his legs, slick with lube, and Waylon hissed and throbbed as a finger, then two, then three pressed quickly into him, eased by the earlier passage of the thick cock Waylon wanted right now.
He arched, searching for more, needing so much more, and he was learning that his beloved Groom was tailor-made to give him exactly what he craved. Like this, hot and wanting, Waylon didn’t want it gentle and easy. He wanted it hard and fast. He wanted to feel everything and soon those fingers had worked him open just enough so the head of Eddie’s dick was at his hole, then it was in, and he was filled, so filled—!
Reflexively his legs wrapped around Eddie’s waist and he groaned and enjoyed the thickness and sublime burn. Basked in the way everything seemed to light up along his spine from the stinging bliss of his ribbons.
“Yes,” he encouraged as Eddie moved faster. Harder. “Eddie, yes!”
“You’re so-so tight, Waylon,” Eddie groaned as he nipped at Waylon’s lips with his teeth. “So perfect.”
Even in the semi-darkness they and all the monsters were kept in, out of the corner of Waylon’s eyes he could see them. Some watched with interest, and some with envy. Some refused to look or didn’t even care. Either way, it didn’t matter. They didn’t matter. The only ones who did were here in this glass room. Everyone and everything else? They didn’t even exist in his world. Why should they?
Until the end of time, it was him and Eddie. The Bride and the Groom. Waylon held Eddie’s cheek lovingly while the bigger man tried to pound him through the floor.
“My Groom,” he breathed, clenching down tight. “Fill me up.”
It was too much for Eddie. Waylon didn’t know if it was the submission or the ownership, but whatever he’d said took Eddie over so hard he thrust into Waylon just right. Eddie came in him, thickening, spilling hot seed deep into his body and it was all just too much and everything Waylon wanted. Again, unbelievably, he was coming without being touched. His dick erupted with cum, staining his dress and Eddie’s pants but he couldn’t be bothered to care when butterscotch pleasure was sliding like decadent ripples throughout every atom of his being. This was right. A union between him and Eddie.
“My Bride,” Eddie whispered, holding him like a treasure as he came down from his orgasmic high. “I’m so glad I found you at last.”
“You found me,” Waylon agreed, a smile of pure love on his lips, one to match his husband’s. “We’ll be together. Forever.”
Because it was all he wanted, he realized. Them, together like this, forever. And yes, sure, he also had a strong desire to murder, and perhaps he was more monster than anything else, sometimes that was the price of love. But he’d found his love and he’d found his place. He would keep it. He wouldn’t dare let anyone take this from him. Because Eddie? His Eddie? He was a good man. The best man. He’d found him after all. Eddie had freed him.
But a terrible thought slid into Waylon’s mind. What if another Virgin did the same? What if they realized what a treasure Eddie was, and tried to take the Groom from him?
Wrath swarmed through Waylon’s body like wasps, and the pleasure he’d enjoyed now mixed with a new hunger for bloodshed he’d never known existed within him before. But the mere thought that someone might take away his Eddie, tempt his gentle soul?
“We belong together. I’ll never let you go.” Waylon’s eyes bored into Eddie’s. “And I won’t ever let some-some homewrecker take you from me, Eddie.” He dug his nails into the sides of Eddie’s undercut hard enough he felt blood and saw his husband’s eyes ignite. “You’re mine.”
“Forever and always, Darling,” Eddie promised, taking Waylon’s hands in his to bring them to his lips and kissed each scuffed knuckle. “I’m never letting you go.”
“I’ll kill anyone who tries, babe,” Waylon promised with all his heart, pressing close, relishing the way the satin stroked his skin and made him feel decadent and powerful.
“Perfect,” Eddie said before his grip tightened and insanity sparked in his glowing gaze. “You’re perfect.”
And with eyes filled with the same spark of insanity, the same terrible love and violent promise of carnage to anyone stupid enough to get between them, Waylon smiled and couldn’t imagine his life any other way.