A/N: so a bonus scene, not technically part of the plot, just a little addition as a thanks to you wonderful people who I see on my vote and comment notifs because you support me by coming along on this moderately wild ride with these adorable boys.

As well: some of you have noticed the new covers, for which I want to say a huge thanks to @CLKD111 and @kayzholic, without whose guidance, suggestions, and expert finding of hot ab pics, they would never have happened.

"So," Xander looked down as his husband rubbed over tired eyes, "we should sleep. You're tired."

Tim pulled his hands away and pouted up. "Am not."

"Angel..." Xander let a little growl into his voice, just because he could, and because it made Tim whimper beautifully and whisper 'please'. But still...if Tim didn't want to go to sleep on his wedding night without consolidating, well, who was Xander to say no?

Xander removed Tim's jacket, and unfastened his shirt with gentle hands, pushing it off his shoulders to pool on the floor. Tim had only drunk two small glasses of champagne – much earlier – so Xander knew he wasn't drunk, and he reveled in the way Tim leaned softly into his hand when it cupped his cheek, his head tilted up so he could watch Xander's eyes.

"So beautiful, Angel. All mine."

"Always have been, Sir."

"Indeed," Xander chuckled, bending his head to claim those plump, flushed lips. "But now the world knows too."

"You like that, don't you Sir?"

"I do. I never pretended I wasn't incredibly possessive over you, darling boy."

Tim just giggled, dropping his eyes to watch Xander's lips, silently asking for more. Xander gave it to him, tasting his sweetness, not letting go until Tim's lips were red from the attention and his breathing was heavy. His hands came up, resting against Xander's still-clothed chest.

"We should talk."

Xander grinned at Tim's new, serious tone, belied by his dazed face. "We should?"

"Sit," Tim instructed, pushing Xander back until his butt hit the bed and he sat with a thud.

"Sassy," Xander joked, smiling up at Tim.

Tim's face went through multiple emotions, and Xander had to force himself not to reach up and soothe the concern away. But it was clear Tim had something he wanted to say, so Xander would listen.

"I'm being myself," Tim finally settled on, not losing the worried look.

"Good," was all Xander had to say to it.

"Really?"

"Of course, Angel. You're sweet and perfect, of course, but I really like seeing how confident you are."

"It's only because of you," Tim insisted.

"I might make sure you can express yourself, but it's you, I promise."

"So you don't mind? That I'm not being as submissive? I want to be, but...am I letting you down?"

"Oh, Angel. Is that what you're worried about? Sweetness, I haven't seen any signs that you're less submissive. You give me everything I need. You just know what you want out of it now, too. Do you even know how hot that is? That you aren't just doing it because you're too shy, or too uncertain, or because you're worried I'll be bothered. That you've chosen to give me your power...fuck."

Xander leaned back, rubbing his hand over his face, trying to keep it together. No one had ever made him emotional by giving themselves up to him. Maybe – no, certainly – it was everything else Tim was willing to give. His head, his heart, and his power. Tim dropped his pants and clambered onto Xander, holding his shoulders while he dropped sweet kisses over his jaw and neck. It helped; Xander brought himself back under control, determined to enjoy their wedding night.

"I have plans for you Angel," he announced, gently pushing Tim back to sitting upright and looking severely into his eyes.

"You do, Sir?"

Xander hadn't had any. He'd been on edge with excitement earlier, and had chosen to not plan a scene for them, not knowing how they'd feel when they got home. But having Tim so eager to be clear about what he wanted was making Xander feel all kinds of hot, so something had come to him.

He lifted Tim easily, standing him up so he could stroke his hands over the satiny shorts he was wearing, sliding his finger under the garter that encircled his slim thigh.

"I like this. Special lingerie for me Angel? How did you know?"

Tim went pink, opening and closing his mouth as if debating whether to admit something, but he finally shrugged. "The boys pretty much told me you'd be into it."

"They aren't wrong. My pretty boy all wrapped up in a pretty package."

Xander slid the temping shorts down though. He needed Tim naked for what he had in mind, although the garter stayed on. Tim yelped as Xander stood, picking him up and dropping him onto the bed from high enough that he bounced, arms and legs adorably uncoordinated.

"I'm going to tie you down, Angel; all you have to do is remember your safewords and enjoy. Okay?"

"Yes, Sir," Tim moaned, wriggling slightly but obediently staying in position while Xander grabbed the thick hemp rope from his drawer.

The rope looked rougher than it was – it was actually a style recommended to him by Gray, who was very into both shibari and suspension, so knew his ropes – but Xander still didn't tie too tight, or too complex. Just quick knots connecting Tim's wrists together above his head, and then to the headboard. The next set went around his knees, pulling his legs up and out, but still able to rest comfortably against the sheets. Tim tested the bonds with little wriggles, but didn't fight them, his head thrown back as he allowed himself to feel powerless.

"So beautiful," Xander whispered, quietly enough that he wasn't sure Tim heard him, except for his eyes flicking open and gazing darkly at Xander, accompanied by a slightly desperate whimper.

It was what Xander wanted to hear, and he dived down, carefully covering Tim, first with his body, and then with tiny kisses over every available part of him, until Tim was finally writhing properly against his bonds, begging for more. Xander had carefully avoided his pretty cock, which was glistening and bucking every time he made contact elsewhere, as if it was joining in the breathy pleas from Tim's mouth.

"Is there something you'd like, Angel?" Xander asked with a smirk he knew would infuriate Tim.

But his sweet boy was too far gone, whining high and managing something that only sounded like 'green' because Xander knew what he was listening for. It was tempting to tease more, and on another day he certainly would, but he could see the emotion in Tim, leaking through pitiful tears as he tried to get more contact, and he knew they had forever for him to tease, and to accept the power he was given over him, and do with it whatever he wanted. Tonight he wanted to finish on pleasure while Tim was still high, right on the edge, and he slid his mouth over Tim's cock, slowly taking him fully.

The moan Tim gave as he released into Xander's mouth said everything. Pleasure. Happiness. Relief, of course. But love too. When Xander came up for air, gently licking and nuzzling at Tim's spent cock, Tim was squirming hard, finally fighting.

"Angel?"

"Please," he managed, "want..."

Xander quickly pulled the knots free, rubbing Tim's arms and legs, but quickly overtaken with an armful of his husband as Tim threw himself forward, scrabbling for a hug.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes...completely. Just want this, want you, here."

"I'm here. Forever."

"Good."

A/N: so that's the end of even the bonus bit for Blue. Job done. Completed.

The next story in the series is inbound - I will be writing the first draft for nanowrimo (attempting to, anyway), so plan to start uploading here at the beginning of December. Give it a subscribe if you're interested and you'll be notified when that happens. It's Gabe's story for those who have been awaiting it.

Hope to see you there 💖