Cinder smiled under her mask and slid forward, choosing to stop on Blythe’s right side. She gazed up at the Queen for a moment, saying nothing, simply admiring the way her hair was pinned and the dark smudges that ringed her vibrant eyes, just barely visible behind the black feathered mask that sat atop her visage. 

      “Is it so hard to believe that I’d choose to come see you on your birthday?”

      Blythe scoffed. “The last time you were in this castle you were trying to kill me.” 

      “Oh please,” Cinder snarked, resting her hands on the railing beside Blythe’s. She had gloves on, but they were fingerless, showing off the black polish coating her nails. “Is there anyone in this Gods-forsaken country that thinks their Immortal Witch Queen could be brought so low by a common mercenary?”

      “Still. Your intentions were very clear,” Blythe muttered. Her smile was clear in her voice. Neither of them commented on it. 

      “Maybe so. Are they so clear this time?” 

      “...no, I can’t say they are.” 

      They fell into silence. The air around them was filled with the quiet sound of music and idle chatter and tipsy giggles of the young court girls as they drank their night away. 

      Cinder glanced to the side, her eyes shifting up and down Blythe’s form. The Queen was dressed similarly to herself. Mostly black with hints of purple and silver. Rings, a long flowing trail to her dress, jewels lining her mask. It covered her entire face, just like Cinder’s own mask, but it had feathers lining her eyes, fanning out over her temples. The silver stones lined the underside of the eyeholes and the lips were painted with the same color. Besides that, it was a simple matte black. 

      It fit her nicely.

      Cinder’s eyes slipped down to Blythe’s hands. Her nails were a touch longer than her own and sharpened, painted the same color as her eyes. Most of her rings were simple silver bands. No set gems or jewels.

      After a moment of hesitation, Cinder shifted her hand across the stone banister that separated them from the ocean below the balcony. Blythe’s head turned to follow the motion, but she made no move to stop the mercenary beside her. 

      Eventually, Cinder’s hand lifted and she rested her fingers atop Blythe’s, gently twisting their fingers together. 

      They were both still for a moment. 

      Blythe’s head turned further and Cinder’s did the same. Their eyes met, Cinder’s glowing bright and nearly golden with the emotions burning within them. The intensity of it nearly burned, even from this distance, so Blythe turned away to save herself the scars.

      “Happy birthday, Blythe.”

      “...thank you, Cinder.” 

      “I supposed we should return to the party, hm? Before your yes-men and court girls get suspicious.”

      “They can wait a moment more, I’m sure.” 

A white gloved hand clenched and its owner ducked behind a bush, heart racing and anger flushed across his cheeks. How dare Ingo... Emmet shook his head and ran a hand over his face as he let out a soft chuckle lacking any warmth as he crept away to steady his emotions that were threatening to spill over. It was their day off and usually Ingo would accompany Emmet around Nimbasa City, but today he declined, stating he had an important meeting to go to. The younger twin was beside himself with shock. Ingo...didn’t want to hang with him? The very idea was unfathomable to Emmet and didn’t settle well with him, so he took it upon himself to eavesdrop to find out hints before following his brother anyway.

The sight that greeted him took his breath away. Ingo was sitting on a bench when a woman sat down beside him and brought him into conversation, both laughing at something the other said as Emmet felt the jealousy burn hotter than an Emboar’s flame. Once he distanced himself, he went back to their shared apartment and locked the door before sinking to his knees and cried softly, soon falling asleep in the entryway, tear tracks dried on his face, which was where Ingo found him when he came home, nearly stumbling over him. ‘Emmet...ah. He fell asleep again.’ the elder mused as he knelt down and gently shook the younger, Emmet letting out a small noise of protest before grey locked with identical grey. “Ingo...” he murmured as he allowed his older brother to help him up and lead them to their shared room and sat them both on the bed.

“Now lift your arms... just like that. Beautiful, my Vito.” Henry crooned as he eyed the drugged up younger man who was swaying slightly as the elder zipped up the floor length wedding gown and adjusted the skirt, Vito whining softly as the silk panties rubbed against his erection and the matching lacy garter belt , brushed over his lower back. “Shhh. It’s almost time, my love.” Henry soothed as he ran a comb through Vito’s hair one last time before a glittering tiara with a veil was placed on his head and adjusted as well.

“This dress was Bettina’s, Vito, so it means a lot to me that you were willing to wear it because you look so beautiful.” Henry murmured and ran a thumb over Vito’s lower lip, careful to not smear his lipstick as he pressed their lips together softly before pulling away and stepping back. Aside from the swaying, one wouldn’t be able to tell the bride in front of them was an Army vet thanks to how Vito’s makeup softened his features and made his blue eyes stand out even more.

Vito could only nod as the drugs coursing through his system wrecked havoc on his brain and he stumbled in the heels and fell into Henry’s arms as the elder chuckled. “Easy baby girl. You can’t have me that way until after the wedding, however since you want to be such a slut...” he trailed off as Vito clung to him like a life line and whined pathetically, his body aching to be touched by Henry’s strong, but gentle hands.

Right as Vito’s hand trailed towards Henry’s crotch, there was a knock on the door and after making sure Vito was dosed up enough to not be aware of his surroundings but in a safe spot, he answered the door to see a longtime friend step through. “Henry? It’s good to see you.” the man said warmly as he looked around the hotel room and his eyes landed on Vito, letting out a low whistle. “Is this him? He’s pretty. Just let me know when you’re ready alright?” he said as he got out his bible and slipped on his robes.

Henry went over to Vito and helped him up before standing in front of the other man, the younger clinging onto his arm as Henry stroked his cheek. After reading the vows(Vito’s more slurred than Henry’s), the elder slipped a small diamond ring on his finger and Vito shakily slid on a black band and gripped his hand tightly as he gazed at Henry with a dulled look and a soft smile. “Mine...” he whispered as Henry felt his heart soar at the declaration and pulled him into a deep kiss when he was prompted, Vito reaching up to cup Henry’s face.

Once they both signed the papers, the friend congratulated the both of them before taking his leave, leaving the newlyweds alone. “Henry? I... I don’t want... don’t leave me? Everyone else has and...” he struggled with his words and Henry shushed him with a kiss and gently shoved Vito to his knees, the younger moving the skirt out of the way so his heels wouldn’t tear the dress and pawed at his belt before unbuckling the strip of leather and unbuttons Henry’s pants and shoves them down with his boxers before wrapping his red stained lips around the thick cock and started to suck and bob his head before taking Henry to the base with no problem, swallowing around the length in his throat.

“Look at you Vito. My beautiful and radiant wife. Absolutely perfect.” he praised and Vito flushed at the praise and moaned when Henry climaxed down his throat and he dutifully swallowed like the obedient wife he was and pulled off, red staining the elder’s dick and gazed up at him, some lucidity returning to his eyes that was immediately wiped away when Henry forced his mouth open and dumped a small bottle down his throat and helped him up. “Oh sweetheart. I will never leave you. Ignore Joe. Ignore the rest. You don’t need them when you have me, yeah?”