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Javert woke up.
His mind was sluggish, weighed down by the malaise of…a hangover, of all things. That wasn’t supposed to happen.
The only sensation he could identify was a large, male arm wrapped around him. That same arm pulled him into a muscled, most assuredly male chest and stomach, with a male’s face burying into his shoulder. The man sighed contentedly in his still-slumbering state, and Javert’s chills multiplied at the smile he feels on his skin.
He turned his head around to see him. It was him - the man that refused to pick one name. This criminal was cuddling him like a stuffed bear toy.
Javert was naked.
His backside was sore, as well as his…!
He wrestled out of Valjean’s grasp to access his surroundings. It was a normal hotel room, nothing suspicious on the surface. Except…on the night stand next to where he was sleeping, he spied a certificate. Already afraid of what it read, Javert squinted against the harsh morning sunlight:
"We hereby certify that on the Sixth day of the Seventh month, AD 2010, Jean-Valjean; Leblanc and Javert-The; Inspector have come together in the sight of God Almight and of His flock to be enjoined together in Matrimony before Witness(es) and have set our seal and signature hereupon this certificate as proof…”
From the bed, Javert heard disgruntled moaning. To him, it sounded like the rumbling growl of a dragon. His aching head quaked from the power of it.