The wedding hall shimmered under warm golden lights. Guests filled the seats, soft music playing in the background, but all of it blurred the moment Aki stepped inside. Dressed in a white suit, with a long veil trailing behind like moonlight on water, and a delicate white flower bouquet nestled in his hands, he walked slowly down the aisle.
His green eyes sparkled through the veil, catching the light with each step. Akira, standing at the altar in his black wedding suit, froze the moment he saw him. His heart began pounding uncontrollably, breath caught in his throat. Then came the tears. He had waited so long—through the pain, the distance, the longing—and now his Aki was here, walking toward him, radiant and real.
Aki reached the end of the aisle, his eyes also glistening. Leaning in, he kissed Akira softly on the cheek, fingers intertwining with his.
The priest's voice echoed, solemn and clear.
"Akira, do you take Aki as your wife?"
Akira wiped his tears with a handkerchief and looked straight into Aki's eyes. "Yes, I do."
"Aki, do you take Akira as your husband?"
"Yes," Aki replied with a trembling voice, lips gently curving into a smile.
The priest continued, "Do you both promise to always hold each other's hands—for better or worse, in right or wrong?"
Together, they answered, "Yes, we do."
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss."
And under a gentle shower of rose petals, Akira cupped Aki's face and kissed him. It wasn't just a kiss—it was years of pain healed, love returned, souls reuniting.
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The Mark Ceremony – Bond of Eternity
Later, a hush fell upon the room as the second ceremony began. This one—more sacred, more binding—was the mark ceremony, the one that would unite them completely.
Aki sat on a soft cushion, a sheer red curtain hanging between him and Akira, keeping their eyes from meeting. Behind him, his mother gently untied the collar from his neck. She leaned in and whispered warmly, "I heard dominating alphas bite hard. But I gave birth to a stronger son—you better show him who's the boss here, okay? All the best." She kissed his cheek. Aki blushed, gulping nervously.
Everyone else left their side and moved to sit with the guests.
The curtain was pulled forward, blocking the view from the crowd. On the other side, Akira stood waiting, calm and smiling.
Aki took a deep breath and walked forward. When he reached him, Akira embraced him warmly, his arms wrapping around Aki with steady assurance.
Aki trembled slightly but felt safe. Slowly, Akira leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Aki's neck before parting his lips. Then—he bit.
Aki moaned aloud, body shivering from the strength of the bite, face flushed deeply. His knees weakened, legs trembling. Akira gently licked the mark he left, sealing it. One hand firmly around Aki's waist, he leaned in and whispered with possessive warmth, "Now you are all mine. Finally."
Aki, still dazed, breathless, his eyes hazy with love, whispered, "I can't stand, Akira…"
Akira chuckled softly, "No worries, baby. I'll carry you."
He scooped Aki up effortlessly in his arms.
The red curtains rolled back. Everyone in the hall was blushing furiously. The moans and the moment hadn't gone unheard.
The triplets gasped, covering their red faces. "We want a dominating alpha too!"
Yuke muttered under his breath, face red. "Damn brother… that was hot…"
Lily and her girlfriend exchanged wide-eyed glances, both breathless.
Aki's mom beamed with pride. "That's the power of a dominating alpha," she whispered.
With Aki nestled in his arms, Akira carried him outside to the wedding car.
Wedding night 🌙
The soft click of the door echoed behind them like a secret sealing.
The room they stepped into wasn't just a place—it was a memory reborn. The same apartment, the same bedroom they once dreamed of sharing before time tore them apart. But tonight… it was blooming again, like their love, stronger and even more beautiful.
The scent of fresh roses clung to the air—hundreds of them, in vases on every corner, petals scattered like blessings across the white marble floor. Gold and white curtains swayed gently with the night breeze, catching the moonlight like ripples of stars. The entire room glowed as if love itself had taken physical form.
Aki stood quietly for a moment, eyes wide, lips parted. His white veil had long been removed, but in this golden light, he looked almost ethereal—like a vision Akira had only seen in dreams.
Akira reached for him, slowly, reverently, as if touching something sacred. Their hands met—bare skin against bare skin—warmth seeping through every inch, every heartbeat.
Aki whispered, breathless, "It's just like we imagined…"
Akira leaned in, his voice soft like velvet, "No… it's better."
They kissed—not rushed, not urgent—but deeply. As if trying to memorize the shape of each other's soul. Akira cupped Aki's face with both hands, pressing gentle kisses to his forehead, cheeks, the tip of his nose, and finally his lips. Aki melted, his arms wrapping around Akira's neck, holding him as if letting go would make the world collapse.
They moved slowly toward the bed, steps silent, hearts loud.
The white silk sheets shimmered under them as Akira gently laid Aki down like he was made of the stars. He climbed beside him, brushing strands of hair from his face, his eyes never looking away—as if he still couldn't believe he was real, that he was his.
Aki's fingers traced Akira's jawline, trembling slightly. "I missed you… I missed this… so much…"
Akira leaned his forehead to his, closing his eyes. "Every night I slept alone, I wished for this moment. I'm never letting you go again."
Their bare skin pressed together, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. No shame. No fear. Only devotion. Aki kissed Akira's shoulder softly, leaving trails of warmth. Akira responded by kissing his collarbone, then down the gentle curve of his neck, where his mark now rested—a promise burned into skin.
"I love you," Akira whispered against his throat.
"I love you more," Aki breathed, voice already cracking from emotion.
As they lay wrapped in one another, arms and legs entangled like ivy, the world outside disappeared. There was only this room. This warmth. This sacred night.
Akira kissed Aki again, slower this time, until Aki whimpered against his lips—fragile, breathless. Akira held him tighter, pulling him flush against him. Their breaths tangled.
"Akira slow …" as he tried to catch his breath under Akira.
"Sorry baby but I can't control it today" Before he got more intense and their moans became louder , melting in the heat. Their lips never parted for long. And their love was no longer just a feeling—it was a language spoken with skin and soul.
The roses whispered. The moon watched. And in the golden glow of that room, they loved each other like it was the only thing they were ever meant to do.
As the door gently closed behind them.
THE END...
(CONTINUED WITH 2 SPECIAL CHAPTERS)