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New Year's Eve: An Epilogue, by Cerberus.

Huh. Looking back at it, Jay did change after that night. Without losing any of the sweetness and comfort that made him so lovable, he became more confident and assertive. Not that he stopped asking me what I wanted to do, but he would come up with ideas of his own after that. He went from being a great partner to being my perfect partner. And that night probably was the best place to end Jay's story, but I can't let the last part of it go: After spending Christmas with Jay's family, on New Year's Eve I took him to meet mine.

I remember that it was a night a few days after we returned home (the night before New Year's Eve), and I had a strange dream. Well, strange is perhaps the wrong word- odd may be a better choice. But it was not a dream I welcomed as it was about my dead parents. My memory of the dream has faded since, but I remember them wishing me, 'Merry Christmas,' trying to see if I was happy, and then they asked about Jay. I remember telling them much about Jay and was left with the distinct impression that they wished to meet him. I woke up in a sweat, choking back a gasp to not wake Jay Dee. I sat up and put my head in my paws, desperately to hold back the tears. It was a futile effort, and soon I was sobbing.

Jay didn't say anything about it. I didn't even realize he was awake until I felt his warm scaly arms close around me and pull me in tight to him. He just held me in silence, folding his wing around me like a cocoon, while I sobbed into his shoulder. After a while, the tears finally stopped coming, and still Jay said nothing. After a long moment, I knew what I had to do and I indicated to Jay that I wanted to get up. He unwrapped me and offered no resistance as I took hold of his scaly wrist and led him to the hallway closet. He sat on the carpeted floor, his eyes half closed, while I dug in the back of the closet for the box I had thrown in there when I had moved in. For the first time in years, I brushed the dust off it and took a seat on Jay Dee's lap and opened it.

Jay Dee let me ramble through my childhood and teenage years, pressing photo after photo of me and my parents into his claws. He made only comments as to my cuteness as a pup, or about some location where the picture was taken; but I could tell that he was impressed by how loving my parents were to me: especially in the pictures where I was clearly in high school. As I handed him the last photo ever taken of the three of us together (at a small rally, me in the middle, Mom kissing my cheek and wearing a shirt with a rainbow ribbon on it, Dad holding me against him and looking very proud), I couldn't hold it back anymore: six years of bottled up emotion came pouring out... and for the first time, I told someone the rest of my story.

I had to live with my mother's family after the accident, at least until I was eighteen. And they had welcomed me into their home with these wonderful words: 'It's your fault they're dead, fag.' I received nothing more from them then they were legally required to provide, and they changed the locks and threw what little I had left into the yard as an eighteenth birthday present. I had to sue to get enough of my inheritance to even start going to college, and most of the rest they managed to get so wound up in red tape that I couldn't get to it. As I ended my account, I was sobbing into Jay's shoulder again. He was still quiet, but I thought I smelt the acrid tang of smoke in the air. I feared Jay Dee was about to get very angry...but his next words proved me wrong.

"Where are they buried?"

"St Jerome's," I sobbed, "In Ashbury."

"Ashbury? That's only an hour from here. Why don't we go visit them?"

"They didn't want me..."

"Cerberus," Jay cut me off in a tone that was somehow both completely affectionate and as cold as ice at the same time. "No child should be denied the right to see their parents. If they want to stop you, they can deal with me."

I looked up at him, my eyes still blurry with tears. He was looking at me with a small smile on his muzzle, his yellow-green eyes full of love and understanding, his crest standing straight up in what I had always been told was a dominance display but now seemed comforting to me. He gently reached a claw up and wiped my face before taking hold of my chin.

"My love, you came and spent the holidays with my family, the least I can do is spend a little time with yours." He held me close. "I want to see them."

I couldn't say no to that. I knew it was the right thing to do, but it didn't stop me from holding him a while longer.

****

Several hours later as the sun was coming up we got into the car, stopping for a fast food breakfast and at the local home improvement center. It was New Year's Eve, and neither place had any lines. The skies were dark and heavy with a chance of snow, although Jay claimed that the wind was coming up and it would not snow until the evening. I took him at his word; dragons were creatures of the air after all. It took Jay a while to find what he was looking for at the home improvement store, but he found it and we began to head to my hometown.

I had to admit that I had quite a bit on my mind, so Jay Dee only spoke after I had spoken to him. We spoke about our plans for tomorrow...mainly what, if any college bowl games we wanted to watch, but most of the trip passed in silence. As we got off the highway at the Ashbury exit, I scrunched up trying to make myself as small as possible and stay away from the window. If Jay noticed, he didn't say anything. Fortunately for me, the cemetery was on this side of the town so facing my demons would be kept to a minimum. But as we turned down the street in front of it, and the wrought iron fence loomed over the car, I couldn't help but attempt to sink into the seat. I have no idea if I could have succeeded because the instant I began there was a warm claw holding my paw. Knowing my dragon was there helped a lot, and as Jay pulled into the parking lot I sat up a bit straighter in my seat.

The wind began to pick up as we approached the small rise where my parents' grave was located. A few snowflakes swirled in the air, along with a few oak leaves torn from their branches. Despite Jay Dee shielding me with his larger frame and by partially extending his wings, the cold wind started me shivering. It seemed to seek out the tiniest holes in my jacket and penetrated even my fur. It was almost as if I was being made to feel unwelcome. I had always gotten that feeling here as I came up to the shared stone above my parents' final resting place. Jay gave a stifled snort as he read the stone and I knew exactly why: Of all the information on the stone, there was absolutely no mention of them being parents. Jay stayed back a few feet while I fell on my knees in front of the stone.

"Mom? Dad? I'm sorry I haven't been a good son and come to visit you more often. I was scared, scared of what would happen. But I was wrong. I... I just wanted to say... Merry Christmas...I miss you so much."

At that exact moment, a massive gust of wind rushed past us causing Jay's wings to flutter briefly before he tensed them, making him take a half step forward.

"This is Jay Dee," I continued. "He's my boyfriend. He's a dragon and an author, and I love him very much. It was his idea to come, he wanted to meet you."

My last words were drowned out as the seemingly sentient wind returned with a vengeance, blowing from in front of my and causing me to shudder even more. Jay dropped to a knee, setting his burden next to me to take me in his arms and shelter me from the cold. I was crying again: maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all. Jay tented his wings, blocking the howling wind. After a moment, I became aware that he was muttering something. Looking up to see that his eyes were closed, and although I could see his lips moving, I could not make out what he was saying. Was he praying? Jay had never been overly religious before. But whatever he was doing, he opened his eyes as he stopped speaking and at almost the same instant, the wind died away. And with it went the unease that had hung over the place: no longer did I feel like an intruder, I was a son visiting his parents. The thought brought a smile to my tear streaked face and I saw Jay smile as well. Though I was still hurting; deep down, I was feeling better. I reached up to give him a quick kiss before reaching over to take the gift he had brought: a bright red poinsettia. I placed the plant in front of the center of the stone and then stood up. Jay did the same, and put an arm around my shoulders while we stood in the new found calm for a long time.

Jay didn't say much on the trip back home, and to be honest, I wasn't very talkative anyway. It still hurt to be reminded that my parents were gone- I'm sure it always will, but I could help but feel a little bit happy in the feeling that they liked Jay. At that moment, the feeling mattered very much. I'd put my paw on his knee the minute we got in the car, just letting him know how much I appreciated what he had done. He made only one comment the entire way home, just a remark about how pretty the cemetery was. I was forced to admit that it was the longest I had ever spent there. Usually I came at dawn or dusk, cried for a few minutes, left a pair of flowers, and ran off before anyone saw me. I had lived for so long in fear of what the rest of my family would do if they caught me there.

Jay said nothing to that, for which I was grateful. Part of the reason I'm writing this part is that I'm afraid of what Jay would say about my family- he doesn't hold them in the highest regard, and to be honest they haven't exactly earned much regard from him. Unlike the way his family treated him- the way our family treated us. I smiled as the thought had formed in my head, realizing that I had accepted it for the truth it was. They might be a completely different species from me, but they were indeed my family now- more so than the one that had abandoned me for being different. The casual revelation in no way hurt like I'd thought it would, and I felt the last of my connections to the bad parts of my past falling away. I was so lucky to have met Jay Dee- he had saved me in more ways than he would ever know, and he had given me a family again.

I didn't tell him any of this when we returned home, although I couldn't help but cuddle him extra as we went through the rest of the day. It passed fairly quickly, and soon enough we were clearing away the dishes from dinner. Jay Dee had a smile on his face, but I couldn't tell what he was thinking about other than his claim that he needed a shower. I didn't think anything of it at the time, as we routinely showered together- to save water as our claim went. In truth, we just wanted to be together as much as possible.

Jay Dee's shower was a medium shower by dragon standards, long but not overly wide. I started adjusting the water and Jay stripped, revealing his perfect body. Jay had lost a lot of weight since I first met him, and while he wouldn't be winning any modelling competitions, he was starting to show a lot of muscle. The sight of my dragon was enough to set my heart beating faster, and I hoped it hadn't showed as I disrobed as well. By that time the shower was beginning to steam, and I hopped in, followed by Jay, who pulled the curtain closed behind us. If you considered the wall with the shower head the front of the shower, I was in front with Jay behind me; the curtain was to our left. It was still a somewhat tight fit for both of us, but that was quite alright: in truth, at that moment I wanted Jay as close to me as he could be.

The stream of water from the shower had just started to stick my fur to me when I felt Jay's arm's close around me. They crossed across my chest and pulled me gently into him, and his muzzle pressed against my neck. His breath stirred my fur, and sent shudders through me and caused my tail to wag against him. I could feel it brushing against his maleness and his thighs, and I moaned. In response, Jay growled into my fur and began stroking my chest fur. Instantly, I was almost totally aroused and was panting, my knees felt week and I fell back against my dragon as his claws wandered down my chest to my stomach and then even further down. Jay had grown so much more confident in our time together and this time he gently ran a finger around the top of my sheath, an act that sent my shaft out as if from a cannon. I shuddered badly and fell against Jay's chest, the steamy water pouring over both of us.

For long moments, his claws gently played over my stomach and junk: stroking my shaft, rubbing my sheath, cupping my balls. I could barely believe that this dragon could bring me to such ecstasy without bringing me to climax. I had been with a few other dragons in my time, but they were selfish creatures- concerned only with their own pleasure...Nothing like Jay. Jay cared more about loving me then he did about his own pleasure. I was glad of that as his claws left my wet fur standing up.

I breathed in the steamy air, my eyes closed as the stream of water hit my face, just enjoying the attentions of my mate. But then, Jay slowly spun me around to face him. I didn't understand why at first, but I opened my eyes to see him dropping to his knees. And then, the scent of his arousal hit me all at once, as if the steam that was beginning to fill up the air was it become visible. Jay tilted his head side to side, giving my shaft a good licking while I took deep shuddering breaths of steam and dragon musk. Oral sex is almost a stereotype among certain species- mainly canines. The simple truth is that with our better sense of smell, and our scent glands down there, oral for us is an even more stimulating experience than for other species. Except, if Jay Dee was any indication, for dragons. He loved giving oral: so much so that sometimes I would feel his rock hard member touch my leg, throbbing as if he was going to orgasm just from have me in his muzzle.

My vision clouded as his mouth closed around my shaft, as much from the feeling as from the heavy, musky steam and the warm water running down my face. Jay's knees were touching my paws in the tight confines, and that helped me balance as his lips and tongue slid up and down my shaft, the water cascading over his snout and down my crotch and sack. This went on for several minutes before my passion made my legs weak and I bent over Jay and took hold of one of his horns. While the dragon scented steam still filled my lungs, a new sensation of the water running down my back and between my cheeks stimulated me more than I had thought possible. Very soon, I was panting, moaning, and thrusting myself into Jay's muzzle. Jay was making a deep rumbling noise that almost sounded like purring as his claws wandered around my legs and ass before a single finger slid into my tail hole.

That was all it took, and I lost all control of myself, straightening up and howling into the moisture laden air as I shot my seed into my love's muzzle. It was an extremely forceful release, and I heard Jay gurgle just a second as he was surprised by the amount and force of my release, but he recovered quickly and I could feel his tongue lapping at my shaft as he slurped down my cum. My mind lost track of itself in the afterglow, and my next memory was of collapsing against a now standing Jay Dee as the water continued to run over us. Somewhere, dimly over the sound of the running water and my own panting, I heard the sound of fireworks. Jay gently pulled me off of him and into a long, loving kiss that was still salty with my seed on his muzzle.

"Happy New Year love," he whispered into my ear when he broke the kiss.

Yes, I knew, it would be a happy New Year- as long as this dragon would let me love him I knew that it would be a happy time indeed.

[Author's note: At the time of this writing, we have raised enough money to replace the tombstone for Cerberus' parents. The words: "And loving parents" have now been added. - Jay Dee]