Religion hadn't been an issue. Neither Angel nor Gary cared much so they bent to the will of Gary's mom and selected a religious ceremony, but it was more or less non denominational one. Despite interference, Gary was all for holding the ceremony in a church. Marrying an Angel in a church was fitting and maybe holy ground would keep the Asshole away, like he was some sort of vampire.
No dice. There he is and mom is greeting him like an old friend, thought Gary, watching the Asshole enthusiastically returning his mother's hug. Telepathy must make life so easy if he can just walk into a room and immediately be treated like a trusted old pal by complete strangers. Friends or more . . . Jesus. That's how she acted around dad. If he touches mom I'll fucking kill him.
The Asshole sat down a few rows back where he could watch, maybe have a little fun at their expense or turn the ceremony onto an orgy. Not that the orgy wouldn't be a bad idea, but Gary was pretty sure he could hold out the extra couple of hours needed to get things right. The last year taught him a lot of patience.
His patience met another test a few minutes later as the organ fired up the march and Angel, glided out, drifting on white clouds.
Gertrude Muriel Scott the priest called her. No one ever called her that anymore. There was no point calling her Gertrude because she wouldn't even answer to it anymore, except on special occasions like today. She answered with the customary I do.
Gary Mathew Blake, three names together sounded so formal, but it was him. His turn. Either way he could ruin their lives, but there was no choice, not really. You did what you could, you did what had to be done and if some one else, the Asshole, ruined things after . . . what could you do? At least he'd married his Angel.
"I do."
He could picture the Asshole nodding.
Angel's hands shook as Gary placed the ring.
He probably should have glared defiance at the Asshole on the way out of the church, it would have looked good twenty years from now, but he didn't think of it until he and Angel were in the car driving around the block while the church emptied. Photos, more paperwork, and then the reception stood between him and Angel. It's quite an elaborate production, a wedding.
Angel snapped at the photographer almost as much as he did of her. Was it just Angel on her never ending quest to get things just right, was she stressed out, or was it Gertrude, the ice cold bitch he'd never met, returning? She kissed the same, but would she be grow disappointed in him now that she was no longer magically addicted to his touch? Would he be able to satisfy her? Gary had theories on that, but only time would tell.
The reception went smoothly and so far Gary could see nothing that could not be explained away as nervous jitters in Angel. She talked the same, she looked at him with nothing but love and lust tightly enough intertwined to be indistinguishable, and she kissed as well as ever. Nothing happened when they collected their food and walked back to the head table past the seat the Asshole had somehow worked his way into.
Gary kept an eye on his nemesis throughout the meal. The Asshole was being nonchalant. He wasn't even looking at them. Or was he looking at something worse? Gary traced the Asshole's eyes and nearly freaked out.
Worse. The Asshole's eyeballing mom! And he's got her eyeballing back. The motherfucker's working his "voodoo"! Gary couldn't do anything to stop him. He couldn't do anything but choke up a mouthful of roast beef over the inadvertent, but sickeningly accurate, pun.
"Gary." Angel looked worried. "What's wrong?"
I'm getting even, somehow. But first things first. Angel comes first. "Nothing Angel, in so much of a hurry, I forgot to chew."
Angel and Carrie giggled. Jason chortled. Gary took a drink and washed the Asshole out of his mind. What happened, happened. He'd married his Angel and the Asshole wasn't taking that away.
Angel and Gary danced, they had been talking lessons because Angel left nothing to chance, to Angel-themed songs crooned by one of Angel's uncles. Gary should have been in heaven, but he wasn't; the Asshole was teasing him again and what made it worse is the creep wouldn't even look at him while doing it. No he just danced ineptly with Gary's mom most of the night. She looked a lot like Angel did, pressed into the Asshole like he was her husband, her perfect love. The Asshole looked like he was enjoying himself the way Gary should have been. The fucking asshole was probably having the time of his life ruining Angel's perfect wedding. And no one even noticed. No one but Gary.
Any minute now, Gary was becoming tense with the waiting, an orgy would break out and the Asshole would be laughing his head off while getting sucked off by Gary's mom. And Gary couldn't do a damn thing.
There was no orgy, at least not before Gary and Angel finally managed to sneak off. The Asshole was up to something more subtle. Or maybe he was just biding his time, tormenting Gary more by delaying. Underneath the stupid smile and calm demeanour, the Asshole was probably coming up with sick stuff Gary couldn't even contemplate.
Their suite was really nice, Gary noted as he carried Angel in. He took a quick look around. His brother had snuck in a bottle of wine as promised. It had to have been Danny; no one else would have rolled a condom down over the tip. The rest of the place was well decorated, but a complete waste. Maybe they'd look at it in the morning and maybe not, but for the moment things were being rushed.
As overly complicated as the wedding dress looked, Angel was almost out of it in the time it took Gary to lock the door and turn around. Either wedding dresses are built to be quickly removed, which makes a lot of sense, or she planned this ahead of time and practiced getting the gown off until she had I down to an art. It was a shame really; Angel was really good at getting undressed in a slow, leisurely way that left him ready to pop at a moment's notice. Stripping out of the wedding dress could have been her crowning glory.
Have to remember to bring that up with her later. Gary had the tuxedo jacket off and was working through the rest of the paraphernalia as Angel finished up.
"Shake it for me baby," Angel cooed from the bed. When Gary had the damn white frilly thing off, he turned and wiggled his ass while she laughed.
A lot of thought went into ease of removal for Angel's wedding outfit and none for his. Thank god he'd never have to do this again. It was embarrassing. Not as embarrassing as the condom incident on the day they met, but getting up there as Angel giggled louder and louder at his struggles.
His shirt was off and tossed on the floor and his pants were down around his knees when Angel grabbed him from behind and dragged him onto the bed.
"Good enough, we can get the rest later. It's a lot easier when you take the shoes off first, silly."
The last year had been good to Gary; he was now almost two inches taller than Angel and a lot better built than he had been, partly because he just filled out and partly because there was no way he was giving his slacker body to his Angel on her wedding night. A guy had to have some pride, even if he only wants to show it off for his girl. His wife!
But now he had a new problem: What does wedding tradition have to say about the wife being on top the first time? Did it matter? Not to Gary and, from the way Angel was squirming, she didn't care either.
Angel sat on him, looking down expectantly. "Stop moving dammit."
"One minute." Gary did an impromptu crunch and tried to fish something out of his pants' pocket. No luck, everything was tangled up but good, so tickle, tickle, tickle! Angel went over giggling and Gary wrenched a shoe off. Not interested in repeating the ankle twisting experience, he unlaced the other as Angel retaliated with a volley of soft lips and talented fingers.
"Come on," Angel whined. "It's not like you're the one who has to spread. Leave 'em on."
Shoes off, pants off and untangled enough to recover a pack of condoms from his pocket, Gary danced a wrapper in front of Angel.
"Oh for crying out loud, Gary."
"Don't want to do this by the book?"
"We're married and we are both clean and I've been waiting all year. Let's go."
"Forget it. Neither of us is wasting college looking after the rug rat. Look:" Gary slid the condom on with ease. "All done. You aren't the only one who's been practicing for tonight.
"Top or bottom or something special?"
Angel sat up, wrapped around Gary and pulled him down on top of her.
"Like I care right now." She rolled them both over in the middle of a deep kiss. "We can get kinky later."
"No foreplay?" asked Gary as his wife positioned herself.
"The whole last year was nothing but fuh-foreplay." Angel slid down, slowly. Just enough to cover the tip. Then a bit more.
She smiled.
Her eyes were wild.
She lifted back up teasingly to say something, but shuddered instead. Angel's mouth opened wide as she slid down and Gary lifted up. She squirmed. She rolled her hips. She moved. Gary moved. The world didn't move, but you'd have a hard time convincing them of that.
Elsewhere in the hotel; "Nathan! YES! Fill me Nathan! Cum in me! Yes!" ripped through he walls.
Underneath the shadowy figure of a passionately rocking woman, the Asshole, Nathan possibly, stiffened and thrust upwards as he came and came and came. The kids would go almost all night. Kids can do that. Nathan couldn't, not anymore. Normally Nathan lay back and enjoyed the psychic backwash, subtly manipulating things to make it better for him, but the redhead on his lap was doing things that made such concentration impossible. Not to mention completely unnecessary.
"Been years . . .," the Asshole moaned.
"Huh. I-I know. I missed it too," said the lady who had just fucked his brains out. One of his first, she'd always been one of the best and this time she'd offered herself without needing coercion and with no strings. Even a jaded old asshole like Nathan couldn't turn that down. She lay down on him, her large breasts pushing into his chest, and sighed.
The Asshole didn't quite know what to do next, so he kissed her and waited for his body to recover so they could do it again. Fucking kids have it so easy.
"I like Vegas," said the Asshole, sliding into the seat beside Gary. "I make a couple trips here a year to pay for expenses. I don't need too much money, but some costs are impossible to avoid--the IRS are worse bastards than me. A couple hours at the high stakes poker tables, fuck the VLTs and slots, and I'm set for the next few months. Any more than that and the casinos start asking tough questions and the odds of getting out clean go to hell. I don't like playing the odds. I like to know what's really going on."
Whatever the Asshole had been up to last night, he looked just as exhausted as Gary felt. Looked about as happy too; someone must have had a very bad night. He had fixed Gary with his usual cold stare, but with a difference: the sense of boredom was missing.
"I want to know how you did it. You're no mind reader, empath or reality bender. You're just a kid. I flipped off the horny switch after the wedding vows and she still exploded like an A-Bomb. What gives? What did you do?"
"You really don't get it?" The Asshole didn't know? He had to know. He must have dug through Gary's mind all morning and gotten nothing. After last night, Gary felt tired as hell and more than a little sore, but good. Now that he knew he was getting better at keeping the Asshole out of his mind, he felt great.
"Yes! This is great; usually the villain does the explanation. Stay out of my mind and I'll—"
"Oh, you're fucking kidding me!" interrupted the Asshole. "Pavlovian response?"
"Fuck!" shouted Gary. "Do you have to do that? Why'd you even bother asking?"
"Easier if I don’t have to dig down so far . . . . You really think I do nothing but poke around in your head all day? You got an ego problem, you little shit. Now keep it down. I'm reading.
"I left her horny for too long and she adjusted to it. Pft. I see you spent a lot more time with her once you figured that out to make sure it happened. Your sweet little Gerty loves it. She can't live without it and it's not completely my fault. You can stop pretending to be Mr. Purity now; you took advantage of her too."
"Bullshit," protested Gary. "You started this and you made it happen. You've been conditioning her—us—every day for the past year. If she wasn't my perfect girl when you threw us together at the bus stop, she sure as hell is now. With or without you, I love her."
"Heh. Heh heh heh. This is a blast kid; your Gerty's pretty imaginative. Shit, I almost regret missing this first time around."
Gary fumed, but said nothing. Instead he attempted to drive last night from his mind by concentrating on solving math problems.
"Heh. That doesn't work kid, but I never liked reruns anyway." The Asshole laughed, looking genuinely amused. "You beat the system and I'm man enough to admit it."
"So now what? You turn me into a vegetable for winning?"
The Asshole's humour cooled. "Like I said. I'm man enough to admit it. If I was playing against you I'd probably be ticked, but this ain't a game. Besides, I owe you one.
"Maybe more than one. You ever been reintroduced to something you used to love, but thought you'd got tired of?"
"No. Not really."
"Eh. Well, you're young. It'll happen. I can't believe I lost track of how good it felt to take a horny woman and feel her convulsing on your cock." His eyes drifted as he rode a memory. "Twenty years gone and your mom is still a red hot lay.
"See you around kid." The Asshole got up while Gary stared, dazed. "I'm going to go find me a co-ed. Long time since I did a whole sorority."