A/N: Here is the conclusion to Secret Admirer - I want to thank everyone who has been such a dedicated reader of this fic and especially those who took the time to so faithfully review it. Thank you for your continuing support - that is what keeps me going!!

Jennifer's Condo Complex – Clubhouse - Next Day - Early Evening

Emmett clapped his hands urgently for attention as he scurried around the room, dodging tables, chairs, and the numerous people mingling around the large space. "Hello…….Listen up, everybody! Our two boys should be here soon…..chop, chop! Let's get those dishes out on the long table over there," he called out to the wait staff. Turning to his boyfriend, he asked him, "Cal, come and help me out over here with the cake!" Em's nerves were always on edge just before each catering event, but this one was special. Everybody but him and Jennifer thought the party tonight was simply a "Welcome Home" event for Justin and Brian's return from Greece; what everyone else didn't know, however, was that it was also a post-wedding reception.

Jennifer had called him last night with an urgent plea for help in planning an unforgettable celebration for her son and dare he say it? His husband - Brian. After getting over his initial shock, he found he wasn't actually that surprised – he had come to realize that Brian really did love Justin deeply; it was obvious by the way he had steadfastly stayed by the blond's side during the whole ordeal with Prescott. But he was still stunned to find out that they had actually, finally gotten married in Vermont. Even now, his eyes filled with tears of joy for Justin. You did it, Baby – way to go.

Em surveyed the room to make sure everything was ready for the celebration. In keeping with Brian and Justin's adventure, Em had decided to go with an ancient Greek theme for the party. He had decked out the waiters in togas and laurel wreaths, and was serving a variety of Greek wines. In the background there was traditional bouzouki music playing, and the room was decorated simply in tones of blue and white. He had hastily researched authentic Greek food and customs, and had settled on serving an appetizer buffet first of Feta and kasseri cheese, cucumber slices, tomato wedges, Calamata and black olives, Salonika peppers, artichoke hearts marinated in lemon and oil, and stuffed grape leaves. For the main courses, he had stayed up most of the night preparing the lamb, beef, and seafood entrees with a medley of vegetables marinated in lemon and olive oil. Finally, in keeping with Greek custom, for desert he would be serving a buffet of various nuts and fresh fruits, in addition to baklava.

He had wanted so badly to decorate a cake with a wedding theme, complete with a "his and his" cake topper. But Jennifer had asked him to refrain from publicizing it and keep it a secret for now – it would be up to Brian and Justin to announce the happy news to the rest of the group after they arrived. That didn't mean, of course, that he couldn't have the cake ready just in case, he thought, smiling.

Jennifer stood at the back of the room conversing quietly with Debbie, trying mainly to stay out of the way of the preparations, but also eager to talk to her son about what had happened yesterday afternoon at the police station. She had spoken very briefly to Justin last night at the loft once they had returned, but except for assuring his mom that everything was all right, he had promised he would fill her in more fully at the dinner tonight. Both she and Debbie had been on pins and needles ever since; despite Debbie's best efforts to pry the information out of Carl, he had insisted on leaving that up to Justin and Brian.

Debbie chewed on a red-lacquered fingernail nervously as they waited for the guests of honor. "I don't believe this!" she growled. "They know how anxious we are to find out what happened yesterday, and they have the nerve to be running late for their own fucking party! I mean, it's not like they're making up for lost time – I'm sure they got plenty of that while they were gone," she cracked.

Jennifer smiled a little bit out of embarrassment; no doubt Debbie was right about that. Despite the two of them being with each other for several years now, her son and Brian showed no signs of slowing down or becoming complacent in their relationship. Indeed, it seemed like whenever she saw the two of them together, they always had a constant need to touch. Whether it was kissing, holding hands, hugging, rubbing each other's backs, or sitting with shoulders hunched together, they always had to be touching each other. It was almost as if they both needed to be constantly reassured that they were, indeed, finally safe, as long as they were together. She had never seen anyone else who had the type of love she saw between Brian and her son. In a way, she envied the bond they shared with each other; she was so glad that her son had found the happiness he so badly deserved.

After peering out of the large, rear picture window overlooking the lake for several minutes, she was finally rewarded by the sight of her son and Brian walking, hand in hand, around the lake perimeter's stone walk toward the clubhouse; when she had talked to Justin last night she had told him about the change in location to accommodate everyone who wanted to welcome the two travelers home. The two wore identical, large smiles on their faces as they seemed to only have eyes for each other; Jennifer was delighted to see how happy and rested they looked.

"Here they come!" she cried excitedly, as Debbie hugged her in delight; the din in the room increased dramatically and everyone turned to see them coming up the walk toward the double, rear French doors. She could see Justin actually beaming now as he noticed everyone waiting for them, while Brian responded characteristically by rolling his eyes and smirking.

As the doors opened up, the entire room broke out into applause, shouts, and the occasional whistle as the crowd rushed forward to greet the couple. Justin smiled broadly as Brian placed his arm around his shoulders and good-naturedly tolerated the welcoming wishes of everyone in attendance. He was more than content to let his husband regale everyone with tales of their vacation as he quietly stood beside him and noticed Justin animatedly telling everyone about their vacation villa and exploits while on Mykonos. The blond's face was positively glowing at the moment; Brian's heart warmed as he thought he had never seen Justin quite so happy before, unless it was the night of their wedding.

As he recalled that night, he realized they still had one more piece of exciting news to tell everyone present, in addition to the revelation about Prescott and his cronies. Pouncing on a slight lull in the noisy, boisterous group surrounding his husband, he leaned down and whispered into Justin's ear. Justin nodded and politely excused himself from the mob surrounding them as Brian took his hand and, threading their way through the crowd, led him up toward the front of the room.

The two stood on a small, elevated stage at the front of the spacious area with Brian's arm once again around the smaller man's shoulders, as Brian grabbed a nearby wine glass and, using a cocktail fork, clanged on it until the almost deafening din in the room finally died down to more of a conversational volume. "Can I have everyone's attention?" he politely asked their friends and family; he briefly was startled as he noticed that even Lindsey and Mel were there along with Gus, who was perched on the blonde's shoulders. Brian allowed himself enough time to bestow a wide smile and wave on his son before he began to speak again.

As Justin looked over at him lovingly, he continued. "I want to thank everyone for coming here this evening to welcome us home from our trip," he began sincerely. Brian normally wasn't one to be open about his feelings, but thanks in large part to the wonderful man presently standing at his side, over the past few years he had become much more comfortable with the occasional, heartfelt speech. "Your presence here is important to both Justin and to me – for a number of reasons. First of all, I know all of you are curious as to what transpired yesterday afternoon with our meeting at the police station. Without going into all the details here, we are very pleased to tell you that after speaking with Carl and Greg, we CAN tell you that the man whose name will never grace my lips ever again (there was a slight chuckle from several in attendance at that statement) will NOT ever see the light of day outside his prison cell. We have been assured that he will be charged with additional crimes that will keep him in that fucking prison until he is well past life expectancy. The only fucking thing he'll be dressed in when he gets out of there is a pine box!" he growled, as the room erupted into jubilant applause. "Let's all make a toast to his future designer apparel," he mocked, as he and the rest of the room raised their wine glasses in an irreverent salute to the man who had tormented the man he loved for the last year and a half. Justin briefly closed his eyes as the relief washed over him before opening them to stare tenderly at Brian's soft, hazel ones. He nodded reassuringly and smiled at Brian after his husband squeezed the blond's shoulder in a silent question about how he was doing.

"Now on to more pleasant news," he announced, smiling widely now as his eyes sparkled and reflected off the soft lighting in the room. "I know everyone here tonight was invited to this party as a welcome home celebration for Justin and me," he commented. "And we are grateful to see so many of you here tonight, especially Justin, who will no doubt bore everyone to tears later with the hundreds of photos he took while we on Mykonos, including the extremely exciting and artistic ones of Petrakus," he teased, receiving a quick jab in the side from the blond amid soft laughter. "Petros," Justin corrected him once again, smiling, receiving puzzled stares from the audience. "I'll explain later," he advised, grinning.

"Well, as I was saying," Brian continued. "We know Jennifer had invited all of you here tonight to welcome us home. But our vacation isn't the only event we wanted to celebrate with you." As he pulled Justin closer to his side with the arm he still had wrapped firmly around his shoulders, he glanced down tenderly at the younger man as both smiled broadly and he advised, "We also wanted all of you here tonight………..to celebrate our marriage." As the room let out a collective gasp, he took his left hand and raised Justin's with his own high into the air triumphantly, displaying their pair of identical wedding rings as proof that he had not, after all, lost his mind. The crowd exploded into a cacophony of whooping, clapping, and cheers as Brian finally leaned down and gave Justin a passionate, toe-curling kiss. The kiss did not last as long as the couple would have liked, however, because they were quickly surrounded by a myriad of well-wishers embracing and congratulating them.

"Oh, my God!" Debbie screamed, as she rushed toward the pair and scooped them both up into a bone-crushing bear hug. "I am so fucking happy for both of you!" she cried, as she literally danced around them in glee. "Let me see!" she urged, as she pulled their hands toward her to take a closer look at the gleaming bands adorning their hands. She wiped a couple of joyful tears from her eyes as she exclaimed, "I can't believe it. It's about fucking time!"

"Thanks, Deb," Justin responded, as he looked over at Brian, who was now surrounded by another band of well-wishers; the only way they could stay connected at the moment amongst the rush of partygoers was to keep their hands firmly gripping each other's. "I am so grateful to Brian for everything he's done during the past several months," he told her honestly. "And I'm so relieved it's finally over, so we can get on with our lives."

"You know I'll want full details later about that, Sunshine," she growled, as Carl walked up to stand beside her.

"Carl," Justin acknowledged the man with a nod. "I'm glad you could make it. Where's Greg?" he asked the policeman. The prosecutor had worked so hard to insure that Prescott and his henchmen would be punished severely for their part in Justin's ordeal that he wanted the man to be there tonight to thank him for all he had done for them.

"He told me to give you his regrets," Carl told him apologetically. "He got delayed on a new case he's working on, and he said it would take him most of the evening, so he unfortunately couldn't attend. But if it's okay with you, I'll be seeing him tomorrow and I can give him the good news for you. Congratulations, by the way."

"Thanks, Carl," Justin said, smiling, as Brian was finally able to rejoin him. "And if you don't mind, I know a certain redhead who's dying to know what happened yesterday," he added, looking over at Debbie. "Can you fill her in for us? You know the details as well as WE do, anyhow. We owe you a big thanks, too, by the way, as well as Greg. Without your help, we never would have been able to finally get on with our lives without always looking behind our backs. That is such a big weight off of us."

"I think I can take care of that for you," Carl responded, as Debbie looked at him questioningly. "Later," he told her firmly but gently, receiving a somewhat frustrated expression from his girlfriend. "You'd better," she told him, waggling a red fingernail at the policeman as Debbie gave the two boys a kiss on the cheek before the couple strode off toward the appetizer buffet.

Several rounds of Greek dancing later and fully stuffed from the delicious food being served, the two men finally excused themselves from the crowded room while the attendees enjoyed their dessert. Justin located Emmett long enough to thank him profusely for the wonderful party before Brian opened the rear doors and pulled Justin gently outside; the sun was setting low over the horizon in a palette of pinks and purples. He pulled Justin into his arms, the other man's back against his chest, and wrapped his lean hands around the other man's slender waist. Placing his head to rest on top of the blond hair, he whispered, "Not as spectacular as the sunsets over the ocean at Mykonos, is it, Sunshine?"

Justin smiled as he snuggled more deeply into the other man's embrace. "No," he answered honestly. "But somehow it's better in a way. Because we're home with our friends and family, and we're finally able to get on with our lives without worrying about what's going to happen next. I'm can look forward to what awaits us now."

Brian gently turned the other man around to face him and smiled at him tenderly, the love in his eyes reflecting back in the sapphire blue ones staring at him intently as Justin positively beamed. The brunet leaned down to give Justin a soft, heartfelt kiss before he pulled back far enough to whisper to the other man, "You think we'd be missed for a little while? I've heard the bathrooms here are really roomy, and I'm feeling especially horny all of a sudden. Must be that Greek wine and all those hot guys running around in those short little togas," he joked.

Justin grinned. "As long as we're back shortly. A certain party planner has informed me that we have to be present front and center in 30 minutes for the cutting of our wedding cake."

Brian groaned. "Wedding cake?"

Justin nodded. "You wouldn't want to disappoint Emmett now, would you?" he asked the other man innocently.

Brian growled, "Do you have any idea how many fucking carbs there must be in a piece of wedding cake?"

Justin laughed. "So you only take a ceremonial bite of it," he advised the other man. "Unless you'd rather I do like the traditional brides and just smash it into your face instead."

He fiercely snarled, "You try that and you'll find some cake where the sun don't shine."

"Mmmm…..That has possibilities," Justin murmured, before he burst out laughing at Brian's horrified look. "Don't worry, Mr. Kinney, I'll make sure to keep your dignity intact, at least in public." He reached up on his tiptoes until his face was close to his husband's before growling softly, "Behind closed doors, though, you're all MINE........sweet cheeks."

Justin waited for the customary affronted snort he would have normally received from a statement like that, but Brian surprised the other man by actually smiling at the endearment. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Sunshine," he whispered gently as he nuzzled his forehead against the other man's. "I wouldn't have it any way."