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Cooking With Fire

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Once classes started up again it felt like Robert's entire life hit fast-forward. He returned to college courses with a passion, pushing along his education and his study of culinary arts, spending his days in class and his evenings cooking for the household. Although he and Don ended up having very little time together, what moments they could snatch from their mutually busy schedules and the young man was overjoyed that the Dog was proactive in finding times and ways they could spend together.

Despite having had the most difficulty in baking, Robert managed to make inroads in learning confections and mastering the oven; a lot of that he owed to Don. Near the beginning of the term one of his teachers suggested spending time at home practicing recipes and, if possible, finding someone-- a friend, significant other or family member, and try to teach them a recipe. As it turned out, Don was more than happy enough to be a guinea pig, and so Robert taught him about chocolate cakes.

By that time they were dating in earnest and for real. Although Robert didn't much care for the social scene, Don was very good about taking him to quiet, out-of-the-way restaurants, even making a game of it. The Great Dane would find a new place; they'd go out to eat; the following week Robert would try to replicate the dishes they had. Although his success rate was hit-or-miss, the experience became great fun, and he actually looked forward to when time allowed them their date nights.

In accordance with the suggestion of Don's family, the two also spent more time doing the 'getting to know you' couples thing. Having realized that the 'birthday issue' was a big deal for the Great Dane's family, that was one of the first things that they exchanged. An entire evening was spent doing a silly game of personal details: favorite colors, fondest memories, preferred music genres and favorite movies were all on the table for discussion. In fact, the last category led to a few in-house date nights where they took turns streaming their most preferred flicks.

In addition to doing many of the activities couples did, Don even brought up the idea of them moving in together. Robert had a good laugh at that, pointing out that they already did live in the same house, but he gained a new perspective when the Dog revised the invitation and said they should share the master bedroom. A number of thoughts went through Robert's mind at the time; he knew both of their roommates were cool with them being together but he just couldn't bring himself to say yes. Don didn't seem the least bit bothered and explained that it was an open invitation. Robert truly appreciated that.

As fall term came to a close, the household activity turned toward Halloween, and not just because it was the next holiday on the schedule, but because of an upcoming Halloween party put on by Western or, more specifically, hosted by the theater arts, music, and visual arts programs. Since he was in theater arts, Phil had a direct interest in it and Robert knew about it because he attended classes there as well but mostly because the Basenji was adamant about making sure the household all attended. Although the Human wasn't much for parties it was not easy for him to decline, and so he and Don agreed to join in the festivities.

The party, as Robert learned, was technically for the community's kids to provide a safe and fun alternative to wandering the streets for trick-or-treating, but the college students were encouraged to attend too. Whether it was to provide extra hosting assistance or to just add more bodies to the event Robert didn't know, but apparently even Craig got roped into it. The weeks passed quickly and, even though Phil brought it up every day or two Robert only idly considered what he'd do; it was a costume party and the Human had never really dressed up for the Holiday (his dad had never much cared for Halloween).

With only one week left until the party Phil finally gathered everyone together and sat them down to make sure they were ready. In addition to the four of them at the table, the Basenji had a good sized cardboard box with him. While Phil was in the middle of going over the importance of having a godo costume plan Craig interrupted him. "Hey. Dick-bone. Whadda ya got in the box?"

Phil's face lit up at the question, almost as if he'd been waiting for it. Opening up the package, the Basenji pulled out a collection of what looked like a destroyed television. Providing perspective, Phil explained "This is a starter kit for a cosplay costume. I'm going as a cyborg!"

It was the beginning and the end of the discussion on costumes, mostly thanks to Craig, who immediately insisted that Phil show him exactly how a 'cos-play kit' worked and what was involved. That freed Robert and Don up, and the Great Dane asked the very same question the Human was about to. "Any idea what you want to do for a costume?"

Robert laughed. "No idea."

Don smirked. "Me neither."

That indecision continued onward through the morning of the party. Robert had classes until early afternoon and he was more focused on college than that night so, by the time he came home he still had no idea what he'd do. When he got home the stress level increased, especially when he saw that Craig was downstairs wearing his football jersey. The Boxer was hanging out on the sofa as Robert approached. "Do you have a game tonight or something?

Standing up, the Dog turned toward him and he realized that something was a little off; it took all of two seconds for him to realize what it was and the Human took a step back in surprise. "Craig... are you covered in... glitter?"

Craig's muzzle split into a full on grin, revealing that his canines looked much larger than usual. "Mebee..."

Robert was dumbfounded. "Is... there something going on with your teeth?"

The Boxer reached up and pulled what looked like some kind of ceramic fangs out of his muzzle. His smile returned immediately. "Nope. Everything's fine!"

The Human was at a complete loss. "Oooookay... so that's your Halloween outfit, I take it? What's that supposed to be?"

Craig laughed, reaching up to rub the top of his head between his ears to make some of the glitter rain off of it. "I'm a teenage sparkle vampire!"

Robert blinked. "I don't get it."

The Dog stared at him for several moments appraisingly, as if trying to figure out if the Human was joking with him or not. Eventually he apparently decided that Robert was not joking. "Sparkle vampire... you know-- teenage romance literature crap. Twilight? It was a big movie series a few years back... nothing?"

The young man shrugged. "Oh-- I mean, I've HEARD of Twilight..."

Craig just laughed again, adding cordially "Man... you're hopeless."

Don's deep voice calling from the top of the stairs interrupted their exchange. "You going to the party as a gay football player, Craig?"

The Boxer's attention went immediately to the Great Dane and he flashed Don a fangy grin. "Nope!"

Robert's boyfriend was much better at guessing than the Human. "Oh-- you're a high school pretty boy vampire."

Craig's tail nub began wagging immediately. "Yep! A Sparkle Vampire!"

Robert barely registered the comment, eyes locked on Don. The Great Dane had some kind of crown of vines atop his head and he was wearing what looked like a deep red bed sheet wrapped around his waist. A portion of the cloth went up and over his shoulder but it still left most of his chiseled chest visible. The view made it difficult for the Human's brain to function. "Uh... wow."

Don came down the stairs, revealing more of his outfit. The Dog's legs were wrapped in what looked like leather straps up to the knees, foot paws encased in some kind of leather pads giving them almost the appearance of sandals. He also wore a leather belt around his waist and from it hung what was unmistakably a sword and scabbard. The Great Dane noticed him looking. "What do you think? Phil let me borrow the prop weapon."

Craig spoke up for both of them. "Wow, Don-- lookin' good! So does this mean Robert's gonna go as a lion so you can 'slay' him later tonight?"

The Human felt his cheeks redden but it got even worse once both Dogs glanced toward him and Don asked "What ARE you doing for a costume?"

Robert shrugged. "I... guess I can get an old bed sheet and cut some eye holes in it. That's a pretty easy ghost costume... right?"

Both Dogs spoke in unison. "No."

Don followed that up with a sigh. "I'm going to go try out a cake recipe so we can have something for later tonight-- Craig... you think you could help Robert figure out something a little more---"

Craig quickly interjected "Original? Eye-catching? Creative?... Worthwhile?"

The Great Dane gave the grinning Boxer a light kick in the rump as he passed by. "Just go help and don't be a dick."

With Don heading off into the kitchen, Robert followed Craig back upstairs. They headed right into the Boxer's room as he said to the Human. "I think I have an idea that'll work great... just trust me on this..."

Although hesitant, Robert joined him. "Ooooookay..."

Almost a half hour later, Craig walked him out and back downstairs. The thirty-ish minutes had been a whirlwind of the Boxer putting Robert in some of his old clothes which, while still not quite fitted, were what the Dog referred to as 'close enough'. There was a lot of black, and a lot of leather. At some point Craig had raided Phil's theater supplies (after whispering to the Basenji, who agreed readily). This added a long, curly black wig to the mix, and a lot of black and white face make-up.

Even as Craig was shepherding him down the stairs, Robert still had no idea what was going on and hadn't been allowed to look in the mirror. "What is this exactly? Am I some kind of ghost biker or something?"

Rather than answer his question, Craig called out toward the kitchen "Hey! Don! Come take a look at your boyfriend!"

The Great Dane came out of the kitchen wiping his paws off on a towel, and froze the moment he saw the two of them. Don's stunned expression made Robert even more worried. "What? Is it that bad?"

Craig didn't give Don a chance to answer. "Whadda ya think, Don? I decided 'No More Mister Nice Guy for Robby here."

The Human glanced back at the Boxer after getting a firm slap on the back. "Is that some kind of code or something?"

Don threw the towel into Craig's face, grabbed hold of Robert's arm, and began leading him back upstairs, saying only "No."

Following after the Dog, the Human waited until they were at the top landing before asking "So... what am I supposed to be? I figured a skeleton or something, but the wig and leather don't make any sense. Is this a--"

The Great Dane ushered Robert into his room before announcing "An Alice Cooper knock-off. He dressed you up like Alice Cooper."

The young man paused. "Alice Cooper? Who's she?"

Don covered his face with a paw, shaking his head back and forth. "Never mind... I have a better idea to use instead."

* * * * * *

Over an hour later, Robert had been subjected to some facial scrubbing with a wash cloth to remove a large amount of black and white face-paint, lost the black wig and got a complete wardrobe change. For some reason unknown to the Human, Don said that he was going to have him keep the mascara. Also, instead of the black wig, Robert raided Phil's theater supplies and got a massive-looking wig that reminded the Human of his great aunt's hair: fluffy, feathered, and permed. "Are you SURE this is the right style?"

Smirking, Don just nodded. "You know... Craig had the decade and the music style completely wrong."

Still lacking an explanation, Robert stayed still while the Great Dane applied a new set of make-up; the colors were bright, vivid, and almost neon-looking. "So... what are we doing, exactly? What am I supposed to be going to the--"

He couldn't finish his question as Phil's voice boomed from the doorway. "Ohmygod! You're dressing him up as David Bowie?!?!"

Don grinned wide. "Jareth the Goblin King from Labyrinth."

The Basenji let out a little squeal from behind Robert and the Human found himself confused yet again. "So... I'm going as a king of some kind instead of a lady?"

Phil was still there. "What'd he say? I couldn't read his lips in the mirror."

The Great Dane continued applying the makeup as he spoke aside to the onlooker. "He thinks Alice Cooper is a lady."

Robert objected. "She isn't? 'Alice' is a woman's name."

No explanation was forthcoming as Phil just started laughing. Don, with a grin on his muzzle, finally pulled back, allowing Robert to see himself in the mirror. "I... still look like a woman, Don... didn't you say KING?"

Both Dogs laughed louder, and it took a full five minutes for them to calm down well enough for Robert to get any kind of understanding what they were talking about. He had to explain that no, he never saw Labyrinth because his family was against fantasy movies and no, he wasn't familiar with gothic rock because the only music his dad allowed at home was bluegrass, folk, and occasionally some Rolling Stones.

Although that seemed to mute the humor somewhat, both Dogs took it well. Phil continued getting himself ready while Don put the finishing touches on Robert by selecting from a limited options when it came to a wardrobe; Robert was convinced that the pants the Great Dane selected were at least a size too small, but Don was convinced they were perfect.

By the time Robert was fully ready to go, Craig and Phil had already left. They traveled separately-- something about Phil needing extra time to put the finishing touches on his costume and Craig not being particularly interested in hanging around twenty minutes before the party got started. Regardless, it was almost ten minutes after that when Don and Robert finally went over. The Great Dane was all smiles. "You look great, Robert."

Robert still didn't know what to make of his costume, but he accepted the compliment at face value. "Thanks. You do too, Don... Real Gladiator-y."

With the costume in order, the two of them headed back downstairs and Don collected his keys. As they made their way outside, Robert locked the front door and followed his boyfriend to the car. Don looked at him as he started the car. "We're gonna have a movie night... and a music night too. Gotta catch you up on what you're missing."

It was time with Don, so Robert couldn't fully bring himself to worry about the specifics, but he had a feeling it would be another crazy new experience. "Ooooooooo-kay."

* * * * * *

The party at th college was about what Robert had expected. Never one to particularly like large gatherings of people, the young man spent most of his time in the large gym wherever the crowds weren't. Don had absolutely no trouble blending in but, much to Robert's relief, the Great Dane spent most of his time nearby, carefully and skillfully redirecting strangers from mobbing the Human. Apparently a lot of the college students were familiar with whomever Robert was dressed up to be, and they all wanted to talk to him about it.

Craig was also nearby to show is support, but he disappeared in the first half hour. Fortunately, once the party started picking up speed less people were interested in socializing with a wallflower and he got to stand in the background and observe rather than worry about getting mobbed. There were a few dances, some games and, of course, opportunities for the young kids in attendance to get candy. It was assuredly a fun event for the kinds of people that liked it, but Robert still felt a little uncomfortable, especially surrounded by so many little kids; the young man didn't dislike kids, he just didn't really know how to relate to them.

While some people only got more energized as parties continued, by the time the first hour had gone by Robert was definitely ready to conclude his night out. Thankfully, Don was astute enough to be able to tell. Stepping closer, the large Great Dane leaned down and spoke just above the music level in the gym. "You ready to go?"

The Human nodded eagerly, setting his half-empty soft drink can on a nearby table. "Definitely. Yes please."

The two of them headed toward the exit, both waving a goodbye to Phil, who seemed to be having a great time interacting with everyone around him; his cosplay suit was an incredible hit with all of the sci-fi fans at the party, and there did seem to be quite a few of them. It wasn't until Robert was back in the open air outside the gym did he finally start to calm down. "Was it just me, or was the music kind of loud in there?"

Don chuckled. "Not as loud as some parties, but louder than others."

It wasn't a straight answer but, then again, Robert knew that Don tended to be the diplomatic type. The response was good enough for him and he let the matter drop. After all, he rationalized, if not for Don's attentiveness to his needs, the young man probably would have had to have stayed longer. "Thanks Don."

As if to illustrate just how perceptive he was, the Great Dane gave him a light bump with his elbow. "Don't worry about it, Robert-- parties are supposed to be fun, and if you're not having fun then I'm not having fun either."

Robert gave a little shrug as they reached the car. "Nah... it was fine.... big parties just aren't my strong suit."

Don got into the car, glancing toward Robert as he did the same. Smiling, the Great Dane announced "Well, I know cakes are, and we have one waiting for us back home. I hope you saved some room."

The first honest smile in an hour's time graced the Human's face. "I usually don't have someone cooking for me-- I'm excited to see how it turned out."

The Great Dane's smile disappeared as his eyes focused out of the car, offering only a cryptic, hard-to-decipher "Me too."

* * * * * *

Don's tail was usually swaying back and forth when he was around Robert but that evening, as they entered into the kitchen it was exceptionally wagging; the young man had a feeling something was up. "Okay, Down-on-the-Nile... what's the deal?"

The Great Dane sat down at the kitchen table so he could unwrap the leather fro around his legs, smiling to himself as his tail continued its wagging by beating out a drum solo on the back of the seat. "Nothing... just figured it might be nice to get some time together at home before the guys got back. That, and since you weren't enjoying yourself I figured something nice and quiet with just the two of us would work better."

Robert let out a soft 'heh' and took a seat opposite the Dog. "You really came to my rescue. Thanks for offering to go."

Don looked up at him with an empathic expression. "If you weren't having a good time we could have left earlier-- I'd've been okay with it."

The Human shook his head. "No... it's not that-- I mean, I WAS enjoying myself, but whenever I'm around lots of people it's just... I dunno... really REALLY draining."

The Great Dane's ears drooped slightly. "Do... you want me to give you some space?"

Robert quickly shook his head. "Oh, no! Not at all, Don... I mean, out of everyone in this world you're probably the only person who DOESN'T exhaust me."

Don gained a mischievous grin. "Oh is that so? What about the other night when you begged me to give you a breather befo--"

"I meant FIGURATIVELY and you KNOW it."

The Dog chuckled, reaching across the table to take Robert's hand in his paw. "Well, I'm glad that we could finally get some quiet time together."

Robert finally put two-and-two together. "In the kitchen? You must REALLY want me to try that cake you made."

Don hopped up, tail starting again with a gale force wag. "I used that recipe you taught me and I REALLY wanted us to share it!"

Laughing, the Human waved him away. "Alright... go ahead and get it and I'll get a knife to cut it."

The Great Dane nodded eagerly. "Perfect!"

Don was large enough that he could cross the room with only a few steps and he was at the fridge before Robert had barely left his seat. The Dog was on the way back to the table while the Human was just getting to the utensil drawer. He fished out two dessert forks and brought them back along with a good sized knife. The Great Dane stepped away from the dessert as he approached. "Would you like to do the honors?"

Rolling his eyes, Robert stepped up to the table and carefully measured his cut. The knife cleaved through the cake cleanly and smoothly, right until it failed to touch the plate, its tip meeting resistance. He poked at it a moment, wiggling the knife in confusion. "Hey... Don? What did you put in here?"

The Dog's tail had started up again as he knelt down to take off the leather footwear and toss them to join the straps he'd already undone. "Everything the recipe called for, and one extra ingredient... why?"

Robert carefully finished the second part of the slice, finding the same resistance as the first time, and carefully wiggled the knife and cake piece free from the rest, trying to figure out what had intercepted the blade. He inserted a finger and pulled out what looked like a folded piece of aluminum. Unwrapping the contents, it only took a moment for him to realize what it was. "Is... this a ring?"

Without bothering to stand, the Dog looked up at him, still down on one knee as he reached up and snatched the cake covered piece of jewelry out of Robert's hand. "Yes... yes it is-- and I have an important question to ask you..."

Was Robert seeing what he thought he was seeing? There had to be a mistake somewhere; there was no way that his boyfriend was doing what it looked like he was doing. Don finished unwrapping the ring and held it up to the Human, who felt like he was going to choke on his own tongue as he managed to wheeze out "D-Don?"

Smiling, the Great Dane asked "Robert McMillan, will you marry me?"

The Human actually found himself laughing; did Don actually have any doubt? Throwing his arms around the Dog's neck, he pushed his lips up against the end of the Great Dane's muzzle, his words coming out as a mush. "Yes! Of course!"

* * * * * *

Robert would have greatly enjoyed having an entire night of quiet time alone with Don but he was a realist and realized that the Halloween party would last only so long. Even if Craig had hooked up, the Boxer rarely if ever spent a night away from home and Phil wouldn't need more than an hour or so if he stayed to help straighten up afterwards so that left the two lovebirds with a limited schedule. Foregoing many of the evening activities Robert would have loved such as snuggling on the sofa, once the cake was eaten he led Don into the Dog's room; the bed there was larger.

Even with a limited schedule, however, Robert wasn't ready to jump right into things-- after all, it wasn't every day Don was wrapped up so nicely. "You really DO make a sexy gladiator, you know."

The Dog reached up and pulled the Human's wig off as he grinned wryly. "Hail Robert. Emperor of Home."

Robert couldn't manage to keep the smile off his face as he attempted to reproach his boyfriend. "That was bad. I feel bad for you."

Don's grin widened as, despite the objection, the Human began to undo his 'toga' like wrap. "No you don't."

Robert acknowledged the truth, smiling as he loosened the simple belt that kept his boyfriend clothed. "No I don't."

With a quick yank on the red fabric draped over Don's shoulder, the Human pulled it free and the entire bolt came cascading down to the floor, revealing the fine physique of the Great Dane. Robert stepped up so he could press himself against the furry body and the Dog wrapped his arms around him in return, mirthful voice pointing out "You still have your costume on... I think we need to fix that."

Smiling, the young man nodded, leaning his head back so that Don could have a clear path to his lips. They kissed, and he felt the Dog's paws slide up and down his back. Once the kiss broke Robert let out a sigh, rubbing his head into Don's chest. "Yeah... let's go upstairs... you still need your collar anyway."

Literally sweeping Robert off his feet, the Great Dane picked the Human up and carried him to the second floor. His long stride took them into the master bedroom and with barely any effort, Don tossed the Human the three-or-four feet onto the bed. Robert wasted no time wriggling out of his jeans as Don went to the night stand and gathered his collar. The Human was just freeing himself of his shirt when the Dog presented the nylon loop to him.

Robert pulled Don's face down and kissed him, bumping their noses together afterward as he affixed the collar. "There... perfect."

The Dog's eyes focused only on him as he smiled back. "Just what I was thinking."

One thing Robert always had trouble with was the term 'making love'. The limited ways he'd experienced it, having sex was usually a rough-and-tumble rutting, and even when it wasn't there was still an eager need to either please Don or find his own release. That night was strangely different; despite them having limited time until their roommates returned, nothing felt rushed, and the experience was about the journey and not the destination.

Even with limited foreplay, there was no urgency in their movements; Don had laid on the mattress while Robert lowered himself down onto his lover's eager erection, climbing astride the Great Dane so that he was top him facing away. Robert controlled the pace, with only occasional movement from the Great Dane's hips; instead, the Dog spent most of his time rubbing the Human's back, caressing his shoulders, or supporting his rump, even spreading his cheeks wider as it became increasingly evident that Robert planned to take the knot.

Things began to speed up, however, as they both neared their peak. Don's hips quivered as his member grew thicker and harder, enough so that the Human could feel his pending release, and he wasn't far behind either. Adjusting his angle, Robert started rocking his hips, adjusting the angle of the shaft inside him so that he could practically feel each vein as the shaft stroked his prostate. It didn't take much more, and the young man gasped, his insides clamping down at the invader, heightening the sensation all the more as he blasted his load onto the bed. Don virtually howled out his own release, hips rising several inches as his knot popped in; a brief moment of pain was all the Human felt, followed by the hot surging pulses of semen coating his insides.

Robert groaned, and not just from the thick Dog flesh buried deep inside him or the sensation of rapidly being filled with his lover's seed. He realized, as he came down off his high that legs were cramping from being folded under them both. Don, splayed out beneath him, was panting rapidly, sandpapery paw pads rubbing his back as the Human remained in his lap. Tied for who-knew-how-long, Robert knew that his thighs would only get worse so he shifted his weight. Grunting, the young man wriggled his legs out, causing his lover to quiver from the sensations. Don's voice was slow and slightly slurred, still obviously riding high on his release. "Careful, or you'll hurt yourself."

Almost as if it were prophetic, Don's warming was felt pointedly once the rest of Robert's weight went onto Don's lap rather, putting even more pressure against his groin and knot; it made tears come to the Human's eyes. "Ow."

The Great Dane reached up and placed his paws on Robert's shoulders, pulling the Human backwards until he was laying fully atop the Dog. Don nuzzled his muzzle against the young man's head as he murmured "There... that better?"

"Yeah... much. Thanks."

It was, of course, and not only because it took Robert's weight off of the canine flesh buried inside him; he treasured any opportunity to use his love as a mattress, and Don didn't seem to mind it either. The Dog folded his arms around the Human's chest and nuzzled the side of his head. "My pleasure."

Wriggling out of the Great Dan's arms, Robert slowly sat back up, mindfully keeping from repeating his earlier mistake of putting too much weight down on the Dog's lap. He carefully shifted his weight, turning his body until he was facing Don. Despite his body rotating, the Dog's swollen flesh remained stuck in him, twisting behind the knot almost like two four legged dogs going butt-to-butt after knotting. He looked down at Don, the Great Dane's gaze glossy and indistinct. Robert couldn't read the expression. "This okay?"

The Dog's face melted into an indistinct silly grin and his eyes almost crossed; he responded only with a vague "Ffffuuuuuck that was weird."

The Human wasn't sure whether to laugh or be concerned. "Does it hurt, are you okay?"

Don only nodded, reaching up again to pull Robert down to him so he could nuzzle the young man's head. "Just fine, Love."

Robert smiled when the Great Dane used a pet name; he could get used to hearing it. "You alright, Don?"

The Dog adjusted his nose so he could touch it to the Human's. "I already said I was, yeah. That was just... a little new."

"In a bad way?"

Don craned his neck upward so he could lick Robert's lips. "No... in an 'I love you' kind of way."

There was the word again-- the one he never thought he'd expect a Dog to say. Over the course of a year Robert had just come to the conclusion that he'd live his life without hearing it. Don had once told him that the 'l' word was one that Dogs just didn't throw around casually, and, all of the sudden, the Great Dane was free with it. Although it left the Human stunned, he was quick enough to recover. "You love me?"

Don chuckled, licking him again. "Well... I DID ask you to marry me after all... shouldn't it be obvious?"

It was, of course, and the Great Dane had said before that Dogs didn't usually say it because of that very reason. If Robert were honest to himself, he liked to hear it nevertheless. Smiling, he leaned forward, kissing the Dog's muzzle. "Good... because I love you to."