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What does it even mean to get married?
Like, what’s up with that simple word being so important, and why does it feel so heavy when Roier says it? For him, deciding this, especially at his age and on his own, wasn’t super tough at first. I mean, Cellbit was right—they couldn’t waste any more time, and the sooner they got hitched, the better. That way, the federation could never split them up again.
Plus, he and the Brazilian had been in a relationship way before they made it official. Everyone on Quesadilla Island knew it. They were always exploring together, locking eyes for way too long, and looking kinda disheveled and blushy after “investigating” something together.
So, it wasn’t a big shock when Cellbit told Cucurucho and everyone else that he was engaged to Roier. He spent weeks planning the ceremony, making sure everything would be just right. As for Roier, well, he was more nervous than a pickle left out in the sun. He’d never really been in a relationship—at least not that he could remember— and his casual flings never led anywhere, not until he met the love of his life, Cellbit.
The Brazilian was perfect at everything. He was funny, smart, and had eyes that sparkled like the ocean, reflecting blue straight into Roier's brown orbs. Once he got close to the blonde, Roier noticed that things just clicked between them, and way faster than he expected. Soon enough, they were sneaking around in Cellbit's office in the favela, sharing soft little pecks that quickly turned into deep, intense kisses. Before long, whispers of insecurity turned into love vows behind closed doors, and they agreed to meet up a bunch of times.
So yeah, it wasn't hard for Roier to decide to get married.
He always wanted to feel like he achieved something big and start a family with the person he loved most. It was a dream that was gonna come true on June 16th.
That day was gonna be unforgettable—they were finally gonna share the rest of their lives together and seal their promise with rings just as beautiful as the place their loved ones set up for the wedding.
Roier's parents were there, the smell of food lingered in the air, the music lasted all afternoon, and finally, after a long day filled with joy, the dark-haired man's body began to feel the first symptoms of a cold that would leave him reconsidering everything he ate that night. But who could blame him? He was so happy. And now, he could finally rest his body against his husband's at home.
A smile adorned his face as he remembered the small happy moments he had before he started to feel a bit dizzy and was taken to the castle by none other than his “husband.” They were both in their new room, lying on the large and spacious bed in the blood castle that Foolish had built with Cellbit.
Their castle.
The silence of the night was filled with the distant chirping of crickets; however, Cellbit was sure that if he stayed quiet enough, he could hear the loud music playing at Casualonas somewhere on the island. The wedding guests had probably taken the party there after the ceremony ended and the spouses retreated. It was already early morning, and as soon as Cellbit brought Roier to the castle, the Brazilian helped the younger man take a shower and gave him clean and fresh clothes, while leaving a stomach medicine on top of the dresser for his husband.
They had barely finished getting married, and there was Cellbit, already being an incredible hijo de puta of a perfect husband. Roier sometimes couldn’t believe how lucky he was.
He shifted a bit on the soft, fragrant white sheets of the bed, settling close to Cellbit and sliding his arms over the blonde's shoulders, while hiding his face in the Brazilian's neck.
Cellbit's breath paused for a moment as his body tensed. It was their first time sleeping together, and Roier enjoyed the new feeling of having someone to hug all night long and being able to do so whenever he wanted, without worrying about what others would think. After all, they were married now.
"Still awake?" Cellbit's voice came low and hoarse after a moment. "I thought you were already asleep…"
Roier merely hummed, "I can’t sleep…" he sighed, his warm breath brushing against the other’s neck, sending shivers across the pale, now warm skin. "My head started to hurt."
Cellbit furrowed his brow, suddenly looking sad.
"Ah, meu amor…" He turned, wrapping his right arm around the brunette's waist while resting his left under Roier's pillow, providing support and closeness. He carefully pulled him closer, opening a small smile when he heard the Mexican let out a small groan in a sigh, feeling the warmth and comfort the Brazilian's body provided almost instantly.
Who would have thought that cuddling with Cellbit would be such a great remedy for headaches?
"How do you feel?" The blonde whispered, afraid of disturbing the silence of his beloved, trying to keep his head from throbbing in pain due to the noise. His hand on his waist traced invisible patterns on the tanned skin, drawing lazy lines that went down to his back, causing shivers wherever it passed.
"How do I feel?" The younger one smiled, letting out a cheerful sigh. "Married. My head hurts, but I am very happily married."
"Pendejo..."
Cellbit's laughter came out softly, his chest trembling slightly as Roier lifted his gaze towards his husband. The room was dark, but it was still possible to see thanks to the serene and bright moonlight that streamed in from the balcony next to their room. The red curtains at the windows swayed gently with the breeze that entered the place.
The skin of both of them tingled with the cold shock of the night contrasting with their warm bodies. However, the sensation was strangely satisfying. It was like climbing a hill for hours only to be rewarded with the fresh air at the mountain's peak.
"Te amo..."
Cellbit confessed in a whisper as his fingers fixed the unruly strands of hair that covered Roier's face. He tucked a lock behind the Mexican's ear, leaning in to slide his nose against Roier's.
The glide was slow, their eyes filled with unspoken feelings, meeting in a passionate gaze full of devotion. Roier wanted to cry.
"Yo también te amo..."
He finally closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a gentle, sweet touch. The pressure was soft, their mouths fitting perfectly like pieces made for each other, and Roier wanted nothing more than to piece together that puzzle all night long.
He inhaled deeply, sliding his hand from the nape of Cellbit's neck to his jawline, parting their lips for a brief moment just to whisper.
"Can we make out for a bit?..."
The Brazilian blinked, agreeing faster than he should have, eliciting a laugh from Roier.
"Looks like someone has been waiting for this all night too..."
"Hmm, "too," you say?" Cellbit smiled and placed a kiss in the corner of his lips. "Good to know I wasn't the only one."
The last thing Roier did before surrendering was let out a soft nasal laugh. Just when he least expected it, Cellbit was already above him, the mattress sinking on both sides of his waist due to the weight of the Brazilian's elbows resting on the bed. They began to kiss again, a slow, exploratory rhythm, where lips molded, pressed, and parted with a delicate, wet sound, only to meet again at a different angle. Roier could get used to the sensation; his stomach was flipping, as if countless butterflies were desperately fluttering inside it.
He felt his husband’s hands sliding beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, cold fingers making contact with the warm, firm skin of his belly, exploring calmly and patiently, testing his limits. But Roier didn’t stop him. He didn't know when he had started making such embarrassing sounds during the kiss, but he couldn’t help himself in that moment. His breathing was becoming rapid, and not only that, everything around him felt increasingly muffled.
One of Cellbit's hands slid to his back and pulled him up, causing Roier to arch his back, pressing their bellies together. The Mexican sighed, a low, muffled moan escaping his throat as Cellbit deepened the kiss. Roier no longer knew what to do with his hands. He ran his fingers through Cellbit's soft, blonde hair, gently yet firmly tugging at the strands. His tongue anxiously explored the moist cavity of Cellbit's mouth, seeking the other’s touch more and more.
The room was slowly filled with uneven breaths and soft murmurs that each pulled from the other. In the distance, the sky shimmered with distant lightning that heralded the arrival of an unexpected rainstorm, and the cool night wind flowed through the large balcony window, swaying the long red curtains of the castle.
Cellbit felt the cold breeze of the wind collide against his back, and his skin prickled even more when he felt Roier's fingertips glide along his spine, in a slow motion up and then down, repeating the caress several times. At that moment, he could swear he would purr if he were a cat.
Though he would never admit this out loud.
Moving his body cautiously, he raised his hand to the Mexican's jaw, brushing his finger against Roier's soft skin, sketching a slight smile when he heard the younger one let out a sigh amidst the kiss.
He gave Roier's lips one last peck before pulling away.
"How's your head?" He asked, keeping his voice low so as not to disturb the silent and comfortable atmosphere they were in.
Roier felt his whole body shiver just from hearing his husband's deep, husky voice; his cheeks were still flushed, and his lips were surely slightly swollen after the last few minutes spent pressed against the Brazilian. "I'm fine... much better." He laughed.
Cellbit responded with a smile, his finger still tracing gentle caresses across Roier's face, admiring every inch of his features with care, as if he were sculpting the most beautiful statue that belonged in a museum.
"You are so beautiful..." he confessed in a sigh. His chest emptied after realizing he had been holding his breath for a while.
"Hmm..." Roier hummed. "Yo sé que estoy guapo."
"But do you know that you are very, very guapito? Mi amor..."
"Oh sí? How much?" the dark-haired one challenged, raising an eyebrow while wearing a bright smile on his face, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Cellbit sighed, like a man completely in love, surrendered, and unable to live. As if Roier were his oxygen, and perhaps he was.
"Beautiful like the reflection of the moon shimmering over a blue lake. Or like a field of sunflowers. Or like the sunset, which perfectly reflects its rays of light through the trees that surrounded our wedding this afternoon."
In a slow movement filled with promises, Cellbit lowered his face just enough to brush his lips gently against Roier's before continuing. " Beautiful like you." He whispered.
Roier bit his lips, holding back a smile that threatened to escape; his heart was pumping all the joy he contained in his chest, and it felt like all his organs were about to explode at any moment.
Maybe getting married meant this. Having someone for yourself in a real and official way, legalized, and announced in however many ways necessary for the whole world to see that Cellbit is his.
Only his, and no one else's.
"Mira nomás mi amor. Tú sabes qué decir en estas situaciones, no? Cómo en la boda…"
Cellbit's chest vibrated lightly against his, letting out a short laugh. "Not at all, I was thinking about that speech all afternoon, and even then I couldn’t say two words without biting my tongue out of nervousness."
"Hmm, but I guarantee you were better than I was."
"That’s not true."
"Yes, it is..." Roier looked down, seeming distracted by something as his fingers gently brushed against the light stubble on Cellbit's chin. "I panicked today, the entire day, to be honest..."
"What do you mean?" Cellbit encouraged him to continue, his whisper escaping in a warm and delicate breath that caressed the rosy cheeks of his partner.
"I..." Roier swallowed hard, adjusting his head against the pillow, seeking comfort. "I woke up early today scared of being late; I didn't want to keep you waiting again, like on our first date."
The words came out low and anxious, as if Roier were afraid that if he said too much, the moment he was in would disappear before his eyes. He didn't want to distance himself from Cellbit again because of his grandfather or anyone else.
"I feel like I kept you waiting too long after all this time. I didn’t want the same to happen on our wedding day." He forced a laugh, devoid of humor. His eyes wandered over his husband's face, distracted, avoiding eye contact, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hold back his tears if the blue waves of the sea crashed against the moist land that was his eyes.
Cellbit had always been a great detective; he always knew when Roier was trying to hide his true feelings through silly jokes and playful teasing. The Brazilian was the only one Roier had shared his deepest feelings with, even the ugliest ones, like his traits of jealousy, possessiveness, and especially how vengeful he could be. Cellbit listened attentively to every word that came out of the Mexican's mouth. He learned about his past, the betrayals from his friends, past relationships that hadn't worked out, and about Bobby.
Cellbit was always there to heal each of Roier's scars with kisses while murmuring new promises on his skin.
And Roier knew that he would always be there for him. His chest, once empty, was now so full of love that the Brazilian harvested every day just to give it to Roier, whose eyes filled with tears just recalling how his past life would have taken a completely different turn if he hadn't met the man in front of him. And even today, Roier felt that he hadn't rewarded Cellbit enough.
After all, he had never been enough for anyone.
"I'm sorry, I–"
The dark-haired man took a deep breath, letting out a slight, wet laugh as he felt the tears he had been holding back finally rolling down his cheek. Cellbit remained silent, saying not a single word. "I wish I had said yes long ago, earlier. I wish that… I wish Bobby had had the opportunity to call you Dad too."
"I wish I hadn't been so ashamed to talk to you when we built the guapita base together. I…" His tears continued to fall, his chest burned, and his weeping was silent. But Roier finally mustered the courage to look the Brazilian in the eyes, finding a melancholic expression.
Cellbit's eyebrows were drawn down, his face so comical that he looked like a happy snowman whose smile had melted in the sun.
And then, Roier laughed.
The change in Cellbit's expression was drastic, quickly shifting from a sad demeanor to a relieved and amused smile, as if he had just achieved something that had taken months to accomplish. He looked at Roier as if the universe was molding itself in front of him, as if time and space were one, as if he had been created solely to make his husband laugh in moments of sadness and to comfort him in times of anguish. It didn’t matter if he lost his friends or if the federation confiscated his most precious belongings.
Roier was enough.
"Have you finished saying nonsensical things?" The blonde man's hand slid down the Mexican’s waist with light, lazy movements, seeking to comfort him. "Or do I need to put meaningful words in your mouth?"
Roier let out a surprised, soft laugh as he turned his hip to the side and moved his body closer to Cellbit. "It depends, how are you going to do that?"
"Hmm.." The Brazilian gave a sly smile, sliding his fingers along Roier's neck while caressing his waist with the other hand. "I have many ways to do this. If you want, I can show you..."
"Sí?" Roier swallowed, his gaze shifting from Cellbit's lips to his eyes. "Muéstrame."
Cellbit took a deep breath before bringing his face closer to his husband's again. The tip of his nose brushed against Roier's due to their proximity, and when the Mexican least expected it, the familiar sensation of Cellbit's lips touching his made its presence felt once more.
He sighed deeply into the kiss, satisfied, feeling Cellbit's presence and warmth envelop him completely, protecting him, keeping him anchored in that moment. Cellbit was patient, calm most of the time; he wasn’t in a rush to deepen the kiss, maintaining the slow rhythm of their lips sliding against each other, pressing and pulling away just enough to change the angle of their mouths before continuing.
Cellbit's warm breath caressed the surface of his damp lips, sending shivers throughout Roier's body, and he knew he could never live without that feeling. He raised his arms and wrapped them around the Brazilian's shoulders, resting his elbows there. His fingers immediately found their way to Cellbit's blonde strands of hair, gently clutching it and tugging at the strands just enough to elicit some sounds from Cellbit's throat.
He could hear his husband saying something against his lips, but his mind was clouded, airy, and he probably wouldn’t be able to translate Portuguese at that moment.
Roier whined when he felt Cellbit pull away once again, tilting his face forward in an attempt to capture those lips in another kiss.
"Guapito… didn’t you hear what I said?"
Roier blinked, once, twice.
"Bueno, pues sí, obviamente."
The blonde smiled, letting out a soft giggle and sliding the palm of his hand across the younger man's cheek. "So what did I say?"
The Mexican sighed, wanting nothing more than to be smothered in kisses until his head stopped hurting. "No sé la verdad, solamente quiero olvidar todo y besarte hasta que me falte todo el aire."
"That's exactly what I asked you, idiota..." Cellbit smiled, letting out a silent laugh through his nose. "I asked if you wanted to sleep or keep doing this. Although it was in Portuguese, so I guess it might have been a bit hard to understand, sorry."
"Ahh," Roier brought one of his hands to his face, rubbing his cheek. "Ga-ti-nho safadinho…" he separated the syllables in his tongue, flashing a teasing smile as he slowly pronounced the words. That earned some laughter from Cellbit, making him ignore anything else but kissing Roier until dawn.
And Roier couldn’t be more happier about it.
He felt the mattress sink with Cellbit's movement as he lay down beside Roier and looked at him from above, positioning himself more comfortably in case they were going to stay in that situation for a few more minutes.
Roier moistened his lips, anxious, raising his left leg just to glide his bare thigh along Cellbit's hip, pinning him in place by laying the weight of his leg on him. The reaction was immediate; in an instant, Cellbit caressed the skin of the Mexican's thigh with the tips of his fingers in a slow movement toward his hip, where he completely opened his hand and laid his palm there. Roier felt his stomach twist in ways he thought were impossible; his body trembled, and he couldn’t tell if it was from anxiety or the chill of the night.
"Your feet is cold… "Cellbit whispered against his ear, before trailing kisses down his neck slowly and gently. "Do you want me to get another blanket?"
"No..." Cellbit felt Roier's throat vibrate against his lips when the dark-haired man responded. "You are warm enough."
Roier felt a smile against his neck as he uttered those words. He huffed and lightly tapped the back of Cellbit's head, knowing that the Brazilian enjoyed it when Roier said such cheesy and sweet things. It made him blush.
"And you find this fun, don’t you, Cellbo?"
"Mhm." The older one hummed, not stopping the kisses he was showering on Roier's neck. "And you like it."
"Maybe I do..."
"Mm, then stop making me talk, I’m busy here".
"Apoco?" Roier felt Cellbit pinch his skin between his lips and suck on the flesh before he could finish his sentence. "Hss!" He hissed.
A hickey.
Despite the pain, Roier smiled at the idea of being completely marked by his husband.
Just the thought of walking around under the sunlight while his skin glistened, creating a contrast that would highlight the little purple marks on his neck, drawing the attention of everyone on the island, made him quite excited.
Maybe that’s what it means to get married.
To have the feeling of belonging to someone, to stay up late talking about your day with the person you love the most. To have a better half who shares the same interests as you. To have someone who wipes your tears whenever you're having a tough time and holds you on cold days while you feel warmed by the love that emanates from both of you, inside and out.
Maybe Roier didn’t find it hard to decide to get married because he already knew the answer. And if the answer was Cellbit, then he had always had the answer in the palm of his hand.