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My Big Fat Gargoyle Wedding	By : MelissaMaxwell Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 7467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            "Dad?" Nashville asked Brooklyn. "How come I can't go with you to the party at Stonewall?"
            "Because it's a grown-up party." said Brooklyn. "You'll have lots of fun here with Puck and your new friends from London.
            "Yeah, about that...." Nash fidgeted uncomfortably. "Dad? Do you know anything about girls?"
            Oh boy, he's at that age. Brooklyn thought. "Well, I'm mated to your mother and she's a girl, so I know something about girls."
            "OK, um...how do get girls to leave you alone?"
            Brooklyn blinked at his son with his good eye. Did he just hear that right? "Uh, excuse me?"
            "Branwen, Prudence, Tabitha, Gwendolyn and a whole bunch of other girls from the London Clan just won't leave me alone!" Nash shook his head. "They're all 'Ooh, Nashville, come sit beside me!'" He fluttered his eyes and affected a girlish tone of voice. "'Ooh, Nashville, can I hold your hand?' 'Oh, Nashville, you're so cuuuute!'" Nash grabbed his throat and gagged while pretending to stick a finger down his throat. "It's disgusting!"
            "You...uh, really have a problem with this?" asked Brooklyn.
            "They always wanna play 'House' or 'Ring-Around-Rosy' or something dumb like that." Nash smirked. "They didn't like it when I told them 'Ring-Around-Rosy was about the bubonic plague. And Lunette might be bossy, but at least she doesn't play dumb games. She's real good at Magic: The Gathering. But it's not like I like her or anything."
            "Didn't say you did." Brooklyn said with a smile.
            "I mean, she's not my girlfriend or anything." said Nashville. "I don't think she's pretty or anything."
            "Didn't say you did." Brooklyn reiterated.
            "I mean, I guess she's sorta cute, but she's not hot like Angela is."
            "Uh, I think Angela is a little too old for you, Nash." Maybe he is like me after all.
            "Dad? Why are girls so confusing?"
            "Son, I think the word you're looking for is 'interesting'."
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            "All aboard, party people!" Vinnie said, honking the horn of the Hummer limo he had pulled up in. "I can take 'bout 20 of you at one go, if you squeeze in real tight."
            "Is that what she said?" asked Broadway, causing many of the males present at the Xanatos' private driveway to chuckle.
            "Har har, the gargoyle's a comedian." said Vinnie. "I'll take 20 of you now, and come back for the rest later. Grooms first." He opened the door.
            Once 20 or so male gargoyles were seated inside the limo, Staghart, Lexington and Broadway started pouring champagne for their guests while Vinnie played "Tonight is the Night" by Le Click on the stereo. "Here's to those who wish me well." Staghart said as he made a toast. "All the rest can go to...Tottingham!" The males from the London clan laughed and drank.
            "Lexington, Staghart." Arthur said, leaning close to them. "I need you to do me a favor."
            "What's wrong, Your Majesty?" asked Staghart. "The family of the bull you killed to make that outfit out to get you?"
            Lexington snickered. "No! He's afraid a cop and a construction worker will want to start a band with him!"
            "Please be serious for a moment." sighed Arthur. "The Puck put me under a spell until sunrise. He...he turned me into, ah, you don't use the word 'sodomite' anymore, do you?"
            "Arthur?" said Staghart. "Are you saying you're family now?" He gave a bit of a sadistic smile.
            Lexington shook his head. "That Puck!" he sighed. "He's great with Alex and he can be funny sometimes, but sometimes, he can be such an asshole!"
            "I just want you to make sure I don't do anything I'll regret later." said Arthur. He looked over at Griff, who was laughing at some joke the Twins told him while drinking his champagne. Arthur whispered further instructions. "And keep me away from Griff! I-I think I have a pash on him!"
            "Ah." Lex and Stahart both smiled and nodded. They knew exactly where Arthur was coming from.
            "We might want to keep an eye on Griff too." said Staghart. "After he's had about ten shots of whiskey, he's ready to explore his bisexual side."
            Jophiel took Aindreas' hand and squeezed. "How you liking the outside world so far?" he asked.
            "Eh, it has ups and downs." he said. "I like the fizzy drinks." He sniffed his champagne. "I think I'll go easy on this type, though. Especially while riding in this thing. I mean, look out the window at how fast we're going!" Signs, buildings and people all seemed to zip by. "I couldn't glide as fast as we're going now! Don't care for the hunting laws Ophelia told me about. The please men won't let you shoot ducks or geese or pigeons or even squirrels. Next, they'll be saying we can't take fish from the pond!" He took an exploratory sip of the champagne. "You'd probably like it here more than I would. I know you loved visiting The Cloisters. And you nearly fell out of the sky when you saw that giant statue out in the harbor."
            "I just couldn't believe someone made a statue that big!" said Jophiel. "And it's not even the biggest one in the world! Yama told me about statues in Japan of someone called Kannon that are even bigger. He said the biggest statue in the world is in Japan and is of someone called Amida Butsu. Don't know who either of 'em are. Must be important."
            "You'd probably do well here." said Aindreas. "You could paint and sculpt and with Xanatos as a patron, you'd probably get displayed in that place called the Mama."
            "That's MOMA." Jophiel corrected with a smile. "And after taking an after hours tour of the place, I don't think so. My style just wouldn't fit. These modern paintings are of women with their eyes where their ears should be or just random spatters. And the sculptures, don't get me started! They look like the bits of stone or wood I throw away after I make a sculpture." Jophiel shook his head. "No, my style fits better in the museums that display such works as relics of the past." He smiled. "Besides, you know I wouldn't want to be anywhere that you weren't happy."
            Aindreas smiled and stroked a strand of white hair framing the beautiful blue face. "Last night was good." he said. "We had a kind of fun I don't think we could have on Avalon."
            "There are some hot springs near the volcano on Avalon." Jophiel pointed out. "They're not very different from the, what was the word? Joozy? Something like that."
            "Yes," said Aindreas. "But we wouldn't quite have the privacy we had last night." Aindreas laid his head on Jophiel's shoulder, closed his eyes and remembered.
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            The room was called a "spa". The walls and floor were all covered in tiles and there were some metal boxes to store clothes in. The center of it all was a perfectly round hole in the floor, about four feet deep, filled with steaming hot water. "Humans bathe in this?" Aindreas had said doubtfully. "They'd make soup out of themselves! It's so hot it's boiling!"
            Jophiel got closer to inspect the water. "No, I think those bubbles are from underwater jets." He tested the temperature with his hand. "It's no hotter than the hot springs back home. Let's have a soak."
            Aindreas had put his loincloth in one of the metal boxes and turned to see that Jophiel's attention was drawn to the wet bar on the other side of the room. "Jophiel, what are you doing?" he asked.
            "You won't believe what's in this little metal box down here!" said Jophiel, inspecting the mini fridge. "It's a whole bucket of ice! Just like Angela showed us in the free gater, or whatever they call that thing. And there's a lot of bottles in here." He read some of them. "Bah-car-die. Mo-et and Chan-don. Chee-an-tie. And something with a picture of a man dressed funny called 'Captain Morgan'. I have no idea what those things are. Well, this one says 'pineapple juice'. At least we know that's safe to drink!"
            "Well, pour us some!" said Aindreas, stepping gingerly into the tub. The tub had concrete steps and a ledge to sit on. It took a bit of shifting to get into a position where he could be comfortable, opting to rest the length of his tail on the ledge. Jophiel was soon approaching, completely naked, a glass goblet of pineapple juice in each hand. He passed the glasses to Aindreas as he gingerly stepped into the tub. The two spent a long soak just holding hands and sipping their pineapple juice.
            "Jophiel?" Aindreas said after awhile. "Will you do something for me?"
            "What is it, love?"
            "Can I....can I watch you touch yourself?"
            Jophiel nuzzled Aindres' ear and chuckled. "Never performed for an audience before. Might like to try." He shifted to the other side of the tub and raised himself so he was sitting on the edge with his legs dangling in the water, all to give Aindreas the best view. As a bit of overture, he lifted his long white hair with his hands and let it sensually fall into dissaray. He rested his hands flat against his stomach, fingers splayed, then drew them inward slowly, tracing the ridges of his own muscles. He moved his hands up and caressed the dips and curves of his pectoral muscles. He crossed his arms over his chest and squeezed his biceps before letting his hands smooth down over muscled arms. Before the hands reached his elbows, Jophiel threw his head back in ecstasy, his cock mirroring the sudden move.
            "Oh, touch it, Jophiel." gasped Aindreas, staring at the straining blue cock.
            "I like to take my time with these things." said Jophiel, running talon tips down his sides, over his ribs. Jophiel had always preferred a holistic approach to sexual pleasure, rather than just focusing on one part. He let his talons trail over his thighs until his cock was nearly purple from blood rushing to it. Jophiel started a slow massage on his balls. He panted and gasped; the sensation sending flashes of fire through him. He watched Aindreas through half lidded eyes and smiled, knowing how much he enjoyed watching this.
            Jophiel made a circle with his thumb and forefinger and and slid it up and down his yerning member. Andreas wasn't sure which he liked watching more; Jophiel's beautiful hands caressing that huge cock or the look of erotic ecstasy on Jophiel's face. He was gripping it now, pulling so that the foreskin played peek-a-boo with his glans. Jophiel was letting out some little moans and gasps as his cheeks turned an interesting shade of violet. "Oh....Aindreas..." he grunted as he vigorously milked himself. Aindreas shivered in ecstasy at hearing his name said like that. "I'm so close! Aindreas! AIN-DRE-AS!" Jophiel's seed jetted into the hot tub.
            Aindreas waded over to Jophiel's side and laid his head on his lap as he stroked his knee. "That was the most beautiful thing I ever saw." he whispered. All Jophiel could do was sigh and slide back into the pool, hugging Aindreas close to him.
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            Lights reflected off the mirror ball and danced around the Stonewall while "Y.M.C.A." played in the background. Griff was doing the dance moves as he walked up to the bar. "Coke and Bacardi" he told the bartender. He noticed Staghart and Lexington sitting nearby with Arthur. "Hey! The lucky bridegrooms! Enjoying yourselves, mates?"
            "You know it." said Staghart, taking Lex's hand. Arthur pretended to be very interested in the garnish on his mojito.
            "Cheers, mate." Griff said to the bartender who served him. "And cheers for you!" He raised his glass to the couple before he drank.
            "Maybe you should go easy on that, Griff." said Staghart.
            "Oh, don't mother me, Staghart." said Griff. "This and the champagne I had on the way over are the only drinks I've had tonight. I might have one more Coke and Bacardi and then just Coke for the rest of the night. Capital C, mind you." He laughed and sipped his drink. "Oh, Arthur, I just looked at the DJ's set list. Did you know there's a song called 'Arthur's Theme'? I requested it, just for you!" He pointed at Arthur and winked. Arthur flushed and gulped his mojito a bit quickly. "You've been awfully quiet tonight, Your Majesty. Anything you'd like to say?"
            Arthur opened his mouth and started to say something when the song changed to something by Vangaboys. "Boom boom boom! I wancha in my room! Let's spend the night together!" Arthur turned away so Griff couldn't see how red his face was getting.
            "Well, the music's not exactly the Andrews Sisters." said Griff. "But, it's good for dancing. Why don't you two go cut a rug? I'll make sure no one nicks your drinks."
            "Ah, I'll just stay here." said Lex. "Don't want my daiquiri to get runny."
            "And I'm liking the company." said Staghart.
            Meanwhile, Gabriel was trying to strike up a conversation with Coldstone. "Don't have anything like this on Avalon." he said, watching the lights spin and flicker. "I could probably talk one of the friendlier of Oberon's Children to make something similar. Did they have anything like this in the Middle Ages?"
            "Not quite." he said.
            Gabriel sipped his drink. "The man who served me said this is called an appletini. Like a taste?"
            "I can't. I'll break."
            "Coldstone, are you mad at me?"
            Coldstone was taken aback. "Of course not. Why would I be mad at you?"
            "Well, you hardly say anything to me."
            "I've never been much of a conversationalist."
            "And you leave every time I enter a room."
            "I-I thought I'd only make you uncomfortable."
            "Why would you make me uncomfortable?"
            "Don't you see, Gabriel?" He held out his robotic arm. "I'm neither gargoyle nor machine. Neither one or the other. I'm a monster, Gabriel."
            Gabriel shook his head. "You're no more a monster than I am. Coldstone, Angela told me the truth. About you, about Coldfire and me."
            "What could she tell you?"
            "That you're my father. And Coldfire is my mother."
            "You have many mothers and fathers." Coldstone said stoically.
            "And I can only talk with three of them." he said. "And by any definition, even yours, I am your son. And you are my father."
            Coldstone shook his head. "If you had known everything, what I've done, you would not want to call me that."
            "I know you've been through something that nearly destroyed your very soul." said Gabriel. "You've been through Hell and came back as good as ever. Even if you won't call me son, I'll still be proud to call you father." He continued to drink his appletini in silence. After a brief time, Coldstone broke the silence.
            "Do you ever go fishing on Avalon?"
            "Sometimes." Gabriel answered. "But, I like hunting more. Noah's the better fisher." He smiled. "Of course, he can just dive in and grab 'em with his hands."
            "When I was young," said Coldstone. "One of my rookery fathers would always take me and Goliath fishing by the pond. We didn't always catch anything, but we liked being together. Angela says you're mated."
            Gabriel smiled. "Her name is Ophelia. She's a bit of a tomboy and she's always ready to give you a piece of her mind, but she's kind and sweet and beautiful. Because of the way time works on Avalon, we might have hatchlings sooner than we expect."
            "Do you think they serve a good Scottish brandy at the bar, Gabriel?"
            "Won't you break?"
            "I can enjoy the smell."
            "Well, let's go ask."
            "Right behind you...son."
            Back at the bar, Arthur was on his third mojito, trying not to look at Griff. The song had changed to some romantic tune about the moon and New York City. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see two of Angela's brothers slow dancing together. Lex and Staghart were chatting with some long haired man with an odd accent. "Lovely tune." Griff commented. "Reminds me of Michelle. We got caught between the moon and New York City. So, we did the best that we could do!" Griff laughed while Arthur took a large swig of his drink. "Go easy on that, Your Majesty!" said Griff. "Modern day liquors can be pretty strong. Remember that time we played Never Have I Ever with the Twins?" Someone in the DJ booth was scratching the record so it sounded like Christopher Cross was singing "When you're caught be twee-twee-tween the moon and New New New York City...." Griff sighed and said "Speak of the devil."
            Staghart collected the simian gargoyle from the DJ booth. "You're not supposed to be there, mate." said Staghart.
            The simian gargoyle giggled. "Oi, Stags! I had one o' them ishe teas you tell me 'bout. It wash pretty good akshully! I had 4. Pollux had 5 an' now 'e's in the loo." So, this was Castor.
            "Castor, was this by any chance a Long Island ice tea?" asked Staghart.
            "It jolly well wash!" Castor laughed. "You're...whaddya call 'em? Shycotic!"
            "Come on, Castor." Staghart led him away. "Let's get you some coffee."
            "Bugger coffee!" laughed Castor. "I wanna nudder ishe tea!"
            Meanwhile, outside, four boys sat in a Mercedes convertible. "My dad's gonna be mad if he finds out I took his car out here!" said the boy in the driver's seat.
            "Don't be such a dorkwad, Josh." said Brian. "He won't mind once he finds out why we're here! Willie, Danny, you guys brought the stuff, right?"
            "I got some bottles of kerosene." Willie said with a grin. "One for each of us! We'll light that shit up!"
            "I got my BB gun." said Danny. "Couldn't get my hands on a real piece, but this'll put the fear of God in 'em! And I snagged my dad's hammer."
            Willie frowned. "My dad keeps his locked up. Doesn't want my little sister playing with it."
            "Don't look at me!" said Josh. "My dad's gonna be pissed enough when he finds I took his car without asking. He'd have my hide if he found out I took his hammer too."
            "You pussies need to get your parents to let you join the Quarrymen and get your own hammers!" said Brian.
            "Should we be doin' this?" asked Josh. "I mean, there's humans in there too."
            "Fags don't count." said Willie.
            "Yeah, stop being a wuss, Josh!" said Danny.
            "OK, shut up!" said Brian. "So, it's four Molotov cocktails, a BB gun and two hammers. You got hoods, right?" The boys nodded and held up their hoods. Brian pulled his own. "Let's start this shit!"
A/N: I have to start remembering to put song credits on these things! "Boom Boom Boom Boom" is by Danski / DJ Delmundo. "Arthur's Theme" is by Christopher Cross, Burt Bacharach, Carole Bayer Sager and Peter Allen.
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