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Christmas Again.

The night passed without incident until around three am when I woke up from some dream I couldn't remember. I shook Cerberus awake a moment later and we snuck downstairs and got a shower together before returning to bed for a few hours. Deax actually made it home before Mom and Dad left, which rather impressed me. We all said goodbye and they took off. True to his word, Deax conducted the interview right afterwards. My brother's focus was mostly on sports, and so he had very little actual interest in writing or in the creative process- he was mainly following some pre-determined questions. The interview itself was rather long and by the end of it I understood why my brother had always been on the phone constantly- this interview was a class effort. While he never explicitly said it, I sensed other people's speech patterns in the questions. There were even a few questions for Cerberus, which surprised me and delighted him, even if they caused Deax to squirm just a little as he took notes. After the interview, he said his goodbyes fairly quickly and retreated into his room and closed the door. I secretly wondered how much he really had accepted us.

I didn't let it bother me though, and shortly thereafter we were on our way back to my parents' house. I did the driving once again, and Cerberus kept up a pretty good string of conversation. We talked about my family, his family, video game storytelling, and fan art- almost everything under the sun. What I took most from that conversation was the feeling that Cerberus had been having a great deal of fun. I had thought as an only child from a small family, he would be overwhelmed by my family...hell, I know I was at times. It seemed that I was wrong however, and Cerberus had in fact enjoyed himself immensely. As he chatted, my thoughts kept circling back to that one question...the one I'd asked myself on Christmas Day: How long had it been since he had had a real Christmas? It was a troubling thought, and one that I couldn't quite shake.

Traffic turned out to be somewhat worse than I had expected, so we decided to stop for dinner at what my parents called a "sit down" restaurant. Cerberus found this amusing, and I rolled my eyes as he chuckled about it until we were seated. The server was a female Dalmatian, wearing a bright red collar.

"That collar is quite lovely," Cerberus commented.

"Thank you," she returned with a broad smile. "My fiancé got it for me for Christmas."

"It's lovely," Cerberus replied. "So nice to belong to someone who cares...it's been far too long since I belonged to anyone."

She nodded in sympathy as she went off to get our drinks (the idea that we were a couple seemed not to cross her mind), and every reason why I had been against getting Cerberus a collar resurfaced in my head, which turned my guts to ice. Dragons are not very social creatures by nature, and this idea of "belonging" struck me as possessive. Cerberus didn't belong to me...we were partners. I didn't own him...we were together because we loved each other. If that condition changed...I didn't want to think about that. I looked up from my study of the table to find Cerberus giving me a knowing smile. He knew what I was thinking, I could tell by the look in his eye, and the first words out of his muzzle confirmed it.

"You dragons have a very strange view of relationships," he said as the server returned with our drinks. "I don't see why you are so opposed to collars."

"It's a symbol of possession," I replied after a pull on my soda and a reminder to myself that he knew I had been at least looking at collars. "I don't own you."

"It's not about ownership Jay," Cerberus shook his head. "It's about a sense of belonging, that someone cares enough about you."

"To claim you?" I cut in bitterly. I just couldn't hide the fact that it bothered me. According to legends, dragons kept their slaves in collars. It was a thought that made me shudder.

"Some would say you have," Cerberus said with a smile. "After what happened on Christmas, many would say I already belong to you. But I don't mind Jay. I love you, and I want to belong to you."

I shut up after that, as I suddenly realized that he was right and we talked happily about other things throughout supper while I mulled over what he'd said. He was right of course: In the eyes of many I had claimed him as my own. I'd topped him after all, and to many that made me the dominant one in our relationship, the 'male'. And it wasn't like...

The thought died, stillborn. There was no debate here, and as I watched Cerberus eat his meal, as I listened to him with almost all of my attention, I knew what I would do for him: anything...even that. Could I really though? I managed to set that line of thought aside and keep it aside for the rest of dinner. We continued on to my parents' house and arrived well after they had gone to bed. Worn out from a long day on the road, we headed directly to bed as well, bringing in only a clothes bag.

The morning came soon enough, and I woke up happy to find my husky nuzzled in my chest. Although I had woken up to this sight every morning for the past four months, but the joy refused to fade. And today, today was special. Today was our Christmas, if not in date but in our reality- and today, my husky would know how much I loved him. I could barely contain how excited I was, I felt like a wyrmling all over again. My tail was thrashing the side of the bed in excitement; I couldn't believe that Cerberus was sleeping through this. But for a long moment, I couldn't bring myself to wake him- but it was Christmas. After some time passed, I rolled over and kissed him on the forehead. It didn't wake him right away, but slowly his wonderful blue eyes opened and blinked up at me.

He smiled at me. "Good morning," he whispered as he rubbed his face against my chest. I leaned down and kissed him again, this time on his muzzle.

"Good morning sexy," I replied, "And a Merry Christmas to you."

"Awww," Cerbi yawned and reached up and pulled me down into a kiss, "Merry Christmas Jay."

By that time his tail was wagging happily, and we continued to embrace, kiss, and nuzzle each other for several minutes. Cerberus giggled at the sign of my arousal at these actions, which ended that pretty quickly. I sighed, slid out of bed, picked him up, and carried him to the bathroom for a shower. We lingered in the shower for a long time, the act of washing each other sliding dangerously close to foreplay, which produced many a giggling fit. Afterward, we arrived downstairs just as Dad pulled the sausages out of the pan, adding them to plates of eggs and toast. Breakfast passed quickly, and then we retired to the living room to open presents.

The tree was by the front window, and Dad plugged it in before settling on to the couch, Mom took her chair next to the couch, and she and Dad held claws as Cerberus and I settled on the floor in front of the tree. The pile of presents under the tree was modest compared to some other celebrations, like my Uncle's family, but it was larger than I had expected it to be. Once everyone settled in, I began pulling the gifts out from under the branches. I managed to come up with a pretty even selection of presents for everyone. Mom had some books and some jewelry, much of which I had seen already -Mom and Dad collected jewelry throughout the year, and doled out as appropriate. Dad got some books on model railroads, some kits of buildings for his railroad, and some other books about the history of chemistry (Dad was a high school chemistry teacher). Everyone got Christmas ornaments. My haul consisted mainly of books about building aircraft models or about historic aircraft themselves, plus some video game related clothing. Cerberus got two more books about famous artists, the art set from me, and of course a Kindle -which he loved and hugged Mom for. We spent much of the next hour and a half setting up his Kindle, using the gift cards my family and I had bought to buy and download books onto it for him. Finally, there were just two boxes left under the tree...both about the same size and shape, one for me and one for Cerberus. Mom made some excuse for her and Dad to leave the room, which left Cerberus and me alone.

"There are only two boxes left," I said quietly, putting my arm around him and pressing my nose against his.

"Yes," he replied. "Which should we open first?" But before I could reply, he grabbed the one with his name and began pulling at the paper.

"Well, I guess we'll start with you," I chuckled.

"Well, I already know what's in the other one."

"I don't!"

"You will soon love," he responded with a kiss before he returned to tearing at the paper.

I swallowed hard and every fear I had previously had about this gift resurfaced, despite Cerberus' reassurances last night at dinner. I watched in half in anticipation and half in dread as the black velvet lined box emerged from under the paper. Cerberus flashed me a reassuring smile before he opened it. Time seemed to stop and I could see his eyes focused on the contents of the box, his eyes began to water a little as tears began to form.

From inside the box emerged a dark blue leather collar, lined with white stitching. Button snaps were covered by a silver inscription plate in front a small, silver tag hung from a ring. Cerberus held it in his paw for what seemed like an eternity and I knew he was reading the engraving.

'So I can always hold you, no matter how far away- your dragon.'

Those were the words he was reading, and the meaning I had agonized over for longer then I cared to think. I still did not understand why anyone- especially my love- would want to wear a collar, but I could come up with no better ideas for a gift. To me, a collar symbolized everything that could be negative in a relationship: obsession, possession, and submission- none of which I would apply to our relationship. So I had searched my mind for some alternate meaning, which had proven fruitless until my wallpaper slideshow had changed to a picture of Cerberus and me, with his arms draped over me while he kissed the side of my face. The way his arms had been wrapped around my neck had reminded me of a collar. So I had decided that would be the symbolism: the embrace we couldn't always share. The concept had calmed my reticence for a while, but not completely, and I was unsure of what Cerberus was feeling.

I didn't have long to wait however, as Cerberus launched himself at me while I was still lost in thought. Though I almost missed the weight of his landing, there was no way I could have ignored his muzzle locking on mine. Once the shock faded, I realized that I'd been foolish.

"You like it?" I asked as we finally broke our kiss.

"I love it!" he exclaimed. "Oh, Jay- all that worry from you, my silly dragon. But this tag has nothing on it, though it seems pretty thick."

"It's a thumb drive," I giggled, taking it from his paws and showing him how to open it. "Not a very big one, but big enough so that you'll always have the story of how we met and some pictures of me with you wherever you go."

That statement finally pushed the tears that had been forming in his eyes out, and he cried into my shoulder while I held him. He whimpered over and over about how good I was to him and how perfect the gift was. I said nothing, content to just hold him and rub his back. I was once again fully aware of how long it had been since he had had anything close a proper Christmas. I hugged him tighter, and my resolve hardened to do what I intended to do that night. Finally, Cerberus let go and wiped his eyes.

"Can you put it on me?" he asked with a smile.

"Sure," I replied and put the collar gently to his throat. I played the collar out over the rest of his perfect neck, making sure that his fur didn't get caught in the collar, and I stopped twice to make sure that it was not too tight before I fastened it. He looked up at me, and I saw it on him for the first time: the silver reflecting the lights from the tree, the dark blue standing out against his grey and white fur, the color somehow making his eyes seem more pronounced. For the first time, I saw that he was right. "It's perfect."

"Of course it is," he said with a smile that suggested it was silly to think anything else. "I will always wear it, everywhere. But now, it's my turn."

With that, he bent down and retrieved the box with my name on it. He pressed it into my claws and looked at me expectantly, his tail wagging in excitement. I hesitated for a moment before going to work on the paper, which fell away to reveal a blue velvet covered box. The tip of my tail started to thrash and my claws shook a little as I opened it. I could feel his eyes on me, and my heart skipped a beat as I took in the contents. Inside was a gold chain with thick links and a circular pendent hanging from it which had the raised image of a phoenix. I had heard Cerberus whisper 'my phoenix' under his breath many times when he was proud of me, and while I understood the metaphor, I did not understand his use of it in reference to me. It took me a few moments to see the hinge, and to understand that this was a locket. I found the release and it popped open to reveal a self-portrait of himself. I recognized it as his style instantly. On the opposite side was an inscription:

'So you never have to face it alone. Cerbi.'

It was perfect and now it was my turn to try and hold back tears. No one had ever done anything like this for me, poured so much of themselves into a gift, so much love, so much attention. I had never had a girlfriend give me a gift like this. Though I tried anyway, I couldn't keep myself from crying. I almost didn't feel Cerberus' paws sliding around my neck and closing the clasp on the locket. The pendant thumped against my chest and I fingered it for several minutes before looking up into Cerberus' eyes. No words came. Instead, we collapsed into each other, sobbing, kissing, and nuzzling. We stayed like that for over half an hour and never once did my parents come into the room - even though Mom left her Kindle in her chair. But eventually, one of us (I think it was me) had to use the bathroom and we got up and limped in each other's' arms out into the front room where my parents waited. They commented on how nice our gifts looked, and Dad made fun of us for spending too much time on the floor and letting our legs fall asleep.

Most of the day passed in a blur - I can't even recall what we had for dinner. The next clear thing I remember from that day was sitting next to Cerberus on the couch after having bid my parents good night. He looked at me with a knowing smile on his face, the glint in his eyes playful. We slowly began to make our way upstairs, giving my parents plenty of time to settle down and fall asleep. We barely made it upstairs before we began kissing and pulling at each other's' clothes. My shirt fluttered down the stairs while his landed five feet further down the hall and our pants followed close behind, right outside the door. Once inside our room, his boxers went next and then it was finally my moment. My heart was hammering in my chest and for a moment the world stopped. Could I follow through? Did I still have my resolve?

"Cerbi?" I stammered as I held him.

"Yes my dragon?"

"I... I..." This was it, was I going to back down now? No! I had to do this, for him- for us. "I want you to mate me."

I spat it out fairly quickly, and it lacked the teasing, tender, almost pleading quality that Cerberus' request on Christmas Day had had. Cerberus didn't seem to mind though, standing there in my arms wearing only his collar. He was the perfect image of male sensuality and I wanted, no, needed him inside me. Just thinking about it had my shaft pressing against my boxers. Cerberus smiled and rubbed his nose against mine.

"Jay. We don't have to," he said soothingly. "I'm very happy with the way things are."

"I want to," I whispered. "I want to be your partner in everything. I want you inside me."

I pushed against him, kissing his forehead and down his face towards his ear, slowly making my way down to his neck. He didn't respond to my request in words, instead simply holding me back and letting me take charge while his paws dropped to my tail and then under it. I felt him squeeze my ass cheeks. The sensation was so new to me and it felt so good that I all I could do was throw my head back and gasp in pleasure. When his grip released, I fell to my knees; my head at the perfect level with his sheath. His tip was peaking teasingly out and every one of my worries and fears dropped away at the sight. I pressed my nostrils against it, taking in his wonderful scent before I began licking him. I started on the underside of his grey sack, ran my tongue completely over it, then started up his sheath and finally I lapped at his pointed tip. As his perfect shaft emerged, all reddish pink and shiny with my saliva, I smiled as I took it in my muzzle, happily sucking. I had just gotten him fully erect when he gently pulled me off him. I whimpered slightly, but looked up at him.

"Stand up Jay," he said quietly as he helped me to my feet. He began kissing me back on my face and neck while his paws went down to pull my boxers off. I gasped and panted as his paws slid over my shaft and sac before he began to run a finger over my tail-hole. "Mmmm. Now, into bed my dragon."

I grinned and moved to the bed, unhappy for a moment as Cerberus left me. I lay out on the towel we had brought up contain messes we usually made on the bed. I was about to climb onto the bed when I felt Cerberus' paws on my rump. He leaned over me and kissed the back of my neck, causing me to moan.

"Are you sure you want to do this sweetie?" Cerberus whispered into my ear. He continued to rub my rear as he talked.

"Yes..." I moaned. "Please..."

Cerberus chuckled and suddenly the pressure of him on my back was gone. I heard a bottle opening, and suddenly Cerberus was back and his touch was suddenly cooler as he began rubbing lube around my ring. He pressed first one and then a second finger into my tail hole. I gasped as his fingers slipped into me, my back arching reflexively in pleasure. I gasped again as he pulled them out, I followed his lead as he gently pushed me to the bed.

"Roll over sexy, and spread your legs, draggy," Cerberus said quietly as he aided me into position properly. As I looked down my torso and between my legs, I saw him climb into the bed stroking his erect pink shaft. Then he rubbed my tail hole again and looked up at me. "Okay, love. If you feel anything you don't like, tell me right away. Okay?" I nodded.

With that Cerberus gently positioned himself with his tip resting just against my tail hole. I saw him apply more lube to himself and me. I was sweating and panting already in anticipation, and Cerberus placed one paw on my knee while he positioned himself with the other paw. He slowly pressed himself into me, filling me up and sending shudders throughout my body. After a moment, he was into me enough to lean down on me and kiss me. He checked to make sure I was okay, and then he straightened back up and grasped my already erect shaft, slowly stroking me before he began to work his hips back and forth plunging himself deeper and deeper into me.

Instantly I was in complete ecstasy. The feel of him pressing against my insides...The warmth radiating off him...His gasps and pants of effort, and the wonderfully musky scents rolling off him...I clawed at the sheets in ecstasy, my back arched in pleasure, panting as Cerberus worked me.

The feeling was indescribable, I'd had Cerberus' fingers in before- but this was so different. It was so much more filling and warm, a little painful at first since Cerberus' shaft had a taper to it and got fairly thick after his pointed tip. The feeling of him pressing against me from the inside was almost enough that even without Cerberus' stroking I was sure I was going to get off anyway. Lost as I was in the complete ecstasy of his thrusting and stroking, I knew that if he wanted a repeat performance of this, I would be more than willing. As he started growling in effort in pleasure, the last doubts of my sexuality fell away- this was where I belonged, I loved this dog more than anything else and I would gladly stay here forever. I was gay, and I knew I would never doubt that again.

I moaned loudly as he hit something that sent a massive wave of pleasure through me, and Cerberus stopped momentarily, before quickly picking up his pace and hammering me even faster and faster. I somehow began to work my hips moving them up and down, sliding my cock through his still lubed paw, while he grunted and panted with the effort of keeping up with my motions. But somehow he did, and he never slid out of me. I caught myself, and felt foolish for doing it.

Suddenly, he arched back and started a howl before he caught himself- something that I had never heard from him before. Then, I felt his knot touching my tail hole, and suddenly I was scared- this was the first time I had ever had anything more than two of Cerberus' fingers and I had completely forgotten about his knot. But I was too much in ecstasy to care, Cerberus had taken knots before, so I would have to as well. Cerberus suddenly thrust hard and his knot bumped against my tail hole. For a heartbeat it resisted his advances, and then he slipped with an audible 'pop'. I gasped so loudly, I was sure my parents had heard it! The sensation was so intense, so filling, so massive, but so wonderful. Cerberus gasped as well and bent back almost double as his orgasm hit, and his warm seed pumped into me. The feeling was so powerful that even without Cerberus' paw on my cock I was sure I would have instantly reached orgasm anyway. The pressure changed and was so deep, I felt myself melting around him. My orgasm hit, spraying my own seed over my stomach and Cerberus' paw. Cerberus collapsed on top of me and I hugged him, both of us panting and giggling.

We lay there on the edge of exhaustion for a long time, long enough that I could feel Cerberus' fur sticking to me. I licked the top of Cerberus' head while he licked my chest. I could still feel him inside me, his knot still pressing against my insides to the extent that I was still leaking onto our tightly sandwiched stomachs. We nuzzled each other and almost fell asleep.

"Oh Cerberus," I whispered into his ear. "You were so wonderful. I'll do this any time."

"Oh Jay Dee," he giggled. "I love you so much."

"So," I asked with a chuckle. "Are you going to slide out now?"

Cerberus gave a tug with his hips, eliciting a yip from me. "I can't my draggy."

"That's fine," I whispered as I held him. Suddenly, I didn't want him leaving me. "I like this. This was the greatest Christmas ever."

"Yes, yes it was."

As we lay there, Cerberus locked inside of me, both of us wearing our tokens of mutual love, we cuddled until sleep came. Before unconsciousness hit me, I thought back on the many milestones we'd had over such a short period of time. Who would have ever guessed that one random meeting would culminate to become the greatest thing to ever occur in my life? Looking down on the fur of the male I loved, I couldn't have asked for anything more. Smiling as I finally drifted off, I could think of no better way to end the holidays.

Thanks again to Ruth of Pern for the edit, and thank you all for reading!