At the Xavier Institute for the Gifted, it was a cheerful sunny day with only a few clouds in the sky. Thankfully for everyone involved in today's events, the temperature was a balmy seventy-three degrees  Fahrenheit and perfect for what was planned today. And just a general all around perfect day all around. All classes had been postponed for the single largest even of the generation, at least for a quarter of the guests. And for the rest it was simply a happy event for everyone involved.<br/><br/>Javeki Magnus Neramani-Xavier, also known as Joseph Xavier Crown Prince of the Shi'ar Empire and Xavier's Heir, was going to stand before several thousand people to be wed with his fiancee, Colette Nicole Rasputin. In attendence were several of the new X-Men roster composed of both teams, several hundred carefully selected guests of the Shi'ar Empire (all meticulously screened by the Imperial Guard), about a hundred of the Imperial Guard, and any student who hadn't chosen to go home for the event.<br/><br/>The grounds where the wedding was to take place had been meticulously groomed and prepared for this event all summer. It was just outside the small graveyard Charles Xavier and many previous X-men had been interred in. The majority of chairs were collapsible folding chairs placed for everyone else in mind. The only exception to the seating arrangements were for Joseph and Colette's Parents, surviving and not. The plush seating allowed for the family to rest and relax comfortably, as Liliandra was getting on in years. Joseph knew it would only be a matter of time before she passed of old age, if an assassin's blade didn't end her first.<br/><br/>But right now, he stood in nothing but a pair of white brief's before a full length mirror shaving his face. Logan sat back bare chested in his tuxedo pants while barefoot smoking a cigar. “Ya can relax Joe. She said yes. You don't think she's gonna back out now... Not after you placed that funky collar around her neck and branded her back and right breast where any man with eyes can see it. Especially with the clothing she wears.”<br/><br/>“What makes you think I'm concerned with her turning me away now, on our wedding day?” asked Joseph as he blatantly choose to ignore the cigar smoke that wafted through the room, hitting the telekinetic barrier he'd erected between him, his wedding tuxedo, and the cigar smoke.<br/><br/>“Ya smell like about as nervous as a fox in the hen house with the farm dogs prowling around outside. If it ain't that, then what is it?” asked Logan as he crushed the remnants of the cigar in the ash tray he'd set aside for it. Then stood up from the couch and proceeded to pull on his tuxedo shirt and began to button it up.<br/><br/>“Logan, we're X-Men. Time has proven time and time again that any time one of us has a happy moment, something has to come around and ruin it. And I want nothing more than for Colette to be able to look back on today and say that nothing bad happened on her Big Day.” said Joseph as he wiped his face off, before going back over his face with a telekinetic blade allowing him to shave closer to his skin than with the man made razor.<br/><br/>“True, but that's the past. This is a different Era. So cheer up bub, and take things in stride. Either something happens or it don't. No use in fussing over it. Now toss on yer pants and start getting dressed. The wedding ceremony is supposed to take place in an hour.” said Logan as he tossed the much younger man (all things considered) his pants.<br/><br/>Joseph grunted and did as he was told too.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Meanwhile across the Institute Grounds in the old cabin that used to belong to Jean Grey-Summers and  Scott Summers, were a new pair of inhabitants. They had been relocated to the cabin at the insistence of the Headmaster, Joseph. They were a feral couple. Though one might not see it at first, but you quickly learned the hard way if you weren't careful. The woman was an elegant, sensual beauty who turned heads anywhere she went, and he was good for attracting his own sort of attention by virtue of the fact that he was so large.<br/><br/>Runa Munroe and Nicholas Kinney were a mated pair. And Nicholas was very territorial about that particular notion. At first, one would consider Nicholas the dominant individual in their relationship, but anyone who bothered to sit down and observe that dominance was a relative thing. While he was dominant in their relationship, and she deferred to him... most of the time, she could control and guide him with careful words and gentle touches.<br/><br/>Their relationship was a strange one, in that not five months ago, Runa had been living in the gardens of the attic where her mother had lived before marrying the Black Panther and becoming the Queen of Wakanda. Then one day she'd simply disappeared. No one knew where she'd gone or why. Everyone seemed to think that Joseph knew more than he was letting on, but he wasn't forthcoming.<br/><br/>Then about a month ago, she'd returned with the monstrously large muscle bound man. Not only that they'd openly shared her bed. It was hard to miss when over half the Institute could hear her screams of passion. But what made it even more unsettling was the fact that as large as he was, his touch was only gentle for her and the children. Anyone else was considered a potential threat.<br/><br/>Nicholas and Joseph had gotten into it on the third day when Joseph had come calling on Runa to speak with her about things. The fight was short lived but destructive. The damage that fight had done had only recently been completed. Nicholas deferred only to Runa and Joseph. No one else.<br/><br/>That in mind, he loved his mate dearly having spent several hours out of each day (A minimum of six hours) seemingly lost deep in the woods, returning only to be covered in sweat and mud. As she dressed for the wedding, he merely showered and pulled on a pair of blue jeans, his dinosaur hide vest, and the tribal necklace he wore. Then coming up behind her, he kissed the side of her neck, his arms encircling her waist and holding her firmly yet gently to his body.<br/><br/>“After Joseph and Colette's wedding. I have a surprise for you. I hope you like it. I've spent a long time working on getting it just right for you.” said Nicholas with a smile as he locked eyes with her through the reflective surface of the mirror. They were a seemingly odd pairing with her light mocha colored skin and his lightly tanned skin. Her relatively normal height compared with his height of six foot seven inches tall. Where she was thin and lithe, he was heavily muscled and moved with the grace of a large predator. Where he was blunt and brutally honest, she was the more politically correct of the two.