A/N: So, here is the final chapter. I'm glad that you guys have liked the previous chapters. I tried my hardest on them all and I'm glad to see that my efforts paid off. Thank you, all of you, and have a wonderful Christmas. R&R. Enjoy!

25 Days of Christmas

Day 25: Merry Christmas to All

The Rock/John Cena

Dwayne was half asleep, half awake when it happened. Actually, he was more along the lines of eighty percent asleep and twenty percent awake. Nonetheless, there was still a level of consciousness and aware about him and he could vaguely hear the noises coming from outside and downstairs. He was pretty sure that Rudolph was somehow involved in the mix, but unless John was watching it, which was incredibly possible, then he highly doubted. What he didn't doubt, though, was that he had felt the vague sensation of being watched. It was there for just a few seconds, but Dwayne could feel it just like he could feel hot and cold. But, given that he was still mostly asleep, he paid little heed.

Until he heard the incredibly loud and incredibly obnoxious yell and was promptly pounced upon by a heavy force.

That definitely woke him up. Dwayne yelped and sat up. Or, at least, he tried to sit up. The thing that was lying on top of him prevented him from doing so and he let out a frustrated groan. He knew that the thing on top of him was John, but for the time being, John was a thing. A thing that woke him up. Raising his head, Dwayne's dark eyes squinted down at the shorter man. John grinned and looked up at him, obviously pleased, his neko ears perked up and his tail swished lazily back and forth. It was obvious that the neko was in a good mood and Dwayne almost felt bad because he was about to bitch at his neko. But it was a very tiny almost.

"John…what the fuck are you doing?" John tilted his head to the side, a wide grin showing of his excitement along with his dimples.

"Do you know what day it is, Dwayne?" Groaning, Dwayne let his head fall back onto his pillows. He felt and heard John crawl up his body, wiggling in a way that made his cock twitch. As though he didn't already have morning wood. Peeking an eye open, Dwayne met John's blue eyed gaze and sighed.

"Let me guess. Is it Lets'-not-let-Dwayne-get-any-sleep Day?" John laughed and shook his head.

"Nope. It's Christmas Day!" On some level, Dwayne wished he could have even one quarter of John's enthusiasm and excitement. On another level, he wanted to squish it. God, he had issues.

"John…it's…what, eight o'clock in the morning?"

"Actually, it's eight thirty four in the morning. But who cares about the time! It's Christmas!" John, being is naturally affectionate and loving self, cuddled up to Dwayne. The older man sighed and wrapped his arms around his neko. Even though Dwayne often acted as though John annoyed him beyond belief (and at times, it was that hard of an act to put on), he truly did care for the neko. His neko, actually.

"And…is there a reason why you couldn't let me sleep in a bit longer?" John shrugged and Dwayne felt him nuzzle his neck. Dear God, if John kept that up, neither of them would be leaving the bed any time soon.

"I just… It's Christmas. I wanted to spend the day with you. After all, it's a special day..." Dwayne rubbed John's back and he heard a soft purring noise emanate from the man in his arms.

"We spend every day together, John. What makes today…"

Dwayne stopped. Today wasn't just Christmas Day. It wasn't just some national holiday. It was their eighth year anniversary. Eight years ago, Dwayne found John in the worst, most run down pet store in Miami. Why he went there, he couldn't remember for the life of him. Going downtown wasn't a common occurrence for him, but he was there for some reason. And when he saw John being harassed by that bastard, he just felt compelled to do something.

So he bought the neko. At the time, John was incredibly malnourished and sickly. He wasn't skinny, but he just looked bad. Really bad. And he rarely ever spoke. The only phrases he'd use in the firth few months that followed were 'yes, master' or 'no, master'. John would never look him in the eye, either. The neko always kept a submissive position about him. However, somehow, John began to trust Dwayne and he grew comfortable enough that he was able to joke around with the man and look him in the eye. Hell, John even got pissed at him and yelled at him a few times, but he had changed and come into his own. They've been through a hell of a lot and Dwayne never regretted his decision, even if it did cost him his trophy wife and child.

How the hell could he forget it was their eighth year anniversary? Dwayne felt like an ass. He opened his eyes, getting ready to apologize, when he felt John get up and leave the room. Now he had done it. Feeling even more like an asshole, Dwayne got up and moved to the edge of the bed, where he sat for a good few minutes. His mind raced over everything John had said to him so far and how excited and happy the neko had been.

Knowing John, he had probably lavished Dwayne with a bunch of gifts and whatnot, both of the Christmas and anniversary variety, and was excited to see the look on the older man's face when he opened them. Of course, Dwayne himself got John a lot of stuff, but still… That didn't excuse him from forgetting their anniversary. Especially considering how sensitive John truly was. Granted, he hid it well behind a mask of happiness and energy, but Dwayne had known him long enough to just be able to tell automatically. And in his gut he knew that John was upset.

Grabbing a pair of sweatpants, Dwayne put them on, thankful that his morning wood had dwindled considerably, and made his way down stairs. The first room he stepped into was the living room. It was decorated all out, as was how John usually decorated it, with decorations new and old placed with careful consideration on the coffee table, side tables, entertainment center, and fireplace mantel. Their Christmas tree stood strong and proud, a vision of beauty and magic, in the corner. Christmas presents wrapped in varying kinds of wrapping paper. Dwayne could make out the ones that he had put underneath the tree for John. So far, none of them had been touched.

Sighing, Dwayne made his way through the living room and entered the study. The bookshelves, tables, and the office desk were all decorated with Christmas decorations just like the living room. Pictures of Dwayne, John and their friends hung on the wall, a constant reminder of good memories and loved ones. Usually, John would be curled up on the couch or in a chair, reading or playing one of his hand held video games or doing something else. But John wasn't in the study, so Dwayne moved on.

Entering the kitchen, he finally saw John. Or rather, John's back. The neko was standing over the sink and had the water running. Dwayne sniffed and he smelled the ham in the oven and the side dishes cooking on the stove. Everything appeared to be in its proper place. Except for John, whose entire body was tense and whose tail was whipping back and forth in an agitated manner. His ears were flat against his head and Dwayne had the feeling that John was just staring at the running water. Feeling like a piece of shit, he walked over to John and the sink and turned the water off. Hesitating for just a moment, Dwayne placed a gentle hand on John's shoulder and rubbed it softly, so as not to aggravate or frighten the neko.

"I'm sorry, baby. I really am. I acted like an asshole and I deserve the silent treatment for it."

John didn't say anything; he merely nodded curtly and continued to stare at the sink, even though the water had been turned off. Dwayne closed his dark eyes and sighed inwardly. This wasn't easy on him; he wasn't the type to just apologize and be sincere about it. But he was sincere and he did regret forgetting. However, his carelessness had struck a chord in John and he had been hurt. Reaching out, he grabbed hold of John's chin and forced the neko to look at him. Pain and sadness shone brightly in John's eyes and Dwayne felt his heart ache. It had been a long time since he'd seen those emotions reflected in his neko's eyes and what made it worse was that he was the one who caused them.

"John…I am so…so sorry. I shouldn't have forgotten. It's my responsibility to remember and I should have. I'm so sorry." Dwayne pulled John into a hug, his muscular arms embracing the man he had been with for so long. After a few moments, he felt John relax and he released the breath he didn't realize he had been holding. Rubbing John's back, Dwayne kissed John's neck and he grinned when he felt the neko shiver in delight.

"I really am sorry, Johnny." John shrugged in the embrace, trying to appear calm, nonchalant, and as though he had gotten over it. His façade didn't fool Dwayne.

"It's okay. It could have been worse…" Dwayne knew the history behind those words. He knew about John's past and he knew that John had been trying to reassure Dwayne that he knew that he wasn't like his previous masters. But still…

"No, it's still bad, John. I forgot about our anniversary. That's pretty bad to me." He pulled away and kissed John. John grinned at him when they pulled away, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Then how about you make it up to me?"

…

Randy Orton/Alex Riley

Alex yawned and snuggled into the warm, soft blankets. Being warm and comfortable as he was, he didn't want to wake up. He didn't want to get out of bed and allow his feet to touch the cold, wooden floor. Sure, there was a rug covering the floor, but only in front of the bed, not on the sides and Alex always rolled over off of the side of the bed.

His tail curled around his leg and he inhaled deeply. Randy's scent, mixed in with his own, was strong and vibrant, comforting and intoxicating. It turned him on. Just thinking about his master, just breathing in his scent, just being curled underneath the blankets where, just a few hours ago, he had been curled under made Alex hard. That wasn't something new, though. He had been used to that for three years now.

Alex had first met Randy five years ago when he had been introduced to him by Mike, his previous master. Mike wasn't mean or abusive or anything like that; actually, he was one of the best masters Alex has ever had, aside from Randy of course. However, Mike's girlfriend, Maryse, hated Alex and demanded that Mike get rid of him or else she'd do it herself. Thankfully, Mike cared enough about the neko to know that taking him to a pet shop was completely out of the question. While Alex was strong and more than capable of protecting himself, keeping himself alive and surviving was his main priority. And there were a lot of people out there who didn't care whether or not a neko died from injuries resulting from a beating. But Mike cared and he made sure that Alex had a good home to go to.

That home was Randy.

Randy was quiet, a loner, but he had friends and he was smart. Not only that, but he was pretty damn hot too, so Alex had no complaints about being given to the tattooed man. Things were a bit rocky at first, though. Alex didn't know what Randy was like, so he did what he usually did when he was with a new master: he stayed submissive, did whatever he was told to do, and kept his gaze down. If you wanted to survive long enough, that's what you had to do. However, Randy didn't seem to know what to do with a neko, much less one that had been on the wrong side of the tracks too many times to count. It seemed to stump the tattooed man that Alex didn't answer opinionated questions; if it wasn't a yes or no question, then it wouldn't get answered.

Confusion and doubt plagued them both for a good few months before Randy decided to put an end to it. In his usual Randy fashion, he bluntly asked Alex what his problem was. How come Alex never seemed comfortable? Why didn't Alex answer questions that required more than a yes or no? Did Alex even have opinions? And why did Alex always keep his gaze fixed on the ground. Those questions stunned Alex, especially when Randy wasn't yelling or anything like that; he was just genuinely curious and he wanted to knock off the bullshit and awkwardness that had formulated between them.

At first, Alex was stunned into silence. He didn't know what to say or how to answer. And then, Randy was staring into his eyes, his pale ones meeting Alex's own and a shiver ran down the neko's spine. It was the first time he had ever made eye contact with the man and in that moment everything changed. Lips connected in a hot, searing kiss and Randy backed him up against the wall. Never before had Alex felt so many different sensations. Even when he had been with Mike, he had never been so turned on. His dick was so hard that it hurt and Alex just needed Randy. He just needed him.

And he got him and it was the best he's ever had. Before Alex had wound up in Mike's hands, he would usually lay there, allowing his masters to do what they wanted with him, or he would force himself to react. He knew that his masters didn't care whether or not he got off or anything like that, but depending on their mood, he could get verbally harassed or beaten because of his lack of response. Past experience coursed through his veins during the first time he had roomed with Mike. To his surprise, Mike didn't do anything to him that night; it turned out that Mike was just as lost and alone as Alex had been, and companionship was the most important thing to him. That allowed Alex to relax around him.

With Randy, it had been different. Alex hadn't had to force himself to respond; his body did it naturally. The moans came out on their own accord and his body arched, jerked, sighed, and released without him having to think about it. That had never happened before, not even with Mike, and part of it frightened Alex. The other part told Alex to shut up and enjoy it; the worst Randy could do was kill him and, considering the masters he'd had in the past, would death really be that unwelcome? Fortunately, Randy seemed to be able to read Alex like a book and after having sex for the first time, he pulled Alex into his arms and nuzzled his neck.

"Are you going to relax around me now?" Alex stared at him with wide eyes, unsure how to respond. Randy kissed his neck and his breath caressed his skin.

"I've seen you with Mike. You're yourself around him. I want you to be that way with me. I'd do anything to see you behave that way with me…"

Hearing those words made Alex blush and he found himself snuggling into the tattooed man's embrace. Neither of them knew what to do or what was expected of them at first, but those feelings dissipated after that and new feelings emerged. Stronger, stranger feelings. Feelings like…love. Love had been one thing that Alex had received very little of as a young kit and even as he grew older. Mike had loved him, but he hadn't been in love with him; if he had, he wouldn't have given him up for Maryse. And Alex didn't love Mike. He did, however, love Randy.

Soft, padded footsteps approached the bedroom and Alex yawned once again before snuggling deeper into the blankets. He didn't want to get out of bed yet, but his master had come for him and Alex waited with bated breath. The bed dipped down and Alex felt his master's body heat radiate through the blankets. It caressed his skin and Alex felt his cock jump at the sensation. Turning onto his back, the neko opened his eyes, his tail uncurling from around his leg, and stared into the beautiful, pale eyes of the man he loved above all others. Randy gave him a soft, loving smile and he wrapped his arms around him, his one hand stroking down his spine to his tail, making Alex arch and purr softly at the touch.

"It's Christmas morning, baby. Why are you still in bed?"

"I didn't want to get up. I was too comfortable." Randy started nibbling on his jaw and Alex's purring grew louder until it was a deep rumble in his chest.

"But Santa paid you a visit. You have tons of presents to unwrap." Alex opened an eye and he smiled, his entire body waking up to the sensations caused by his master.

"I love unwrapping presents…" He felt Randy grin before he nuzzled Alex's neck affectionately. Although Randy appeared cold and distant to the average Joe, he was actually very loving and affection when it was just the two of them or when they were with close friends. It was how Randy showed his love and Alex didn't mind it one bit.

"I know you do, angel." He bit down on Alex's neck hard enough to leave a possessive mark. It would show plain as day, even when Alex would have his collar on. But just the thought of the entire world seeing that Randy owned him just turned him on even more.

"But I love being in bed with you even more…" Randy loomed over him, a grin on his face and his eyes sparkling.

"Really?" Alex nodded. He was very familiar with the look Randy was sporting currently. It was one that never failed to turn him on.

"Really…Master." Randy's grin widened and he kissed Alex passionately.

"Then who am I to disappoint you, sweetling?"

It didn't really matter what day it was. As long as Alex was with Randy, he was happy. However, having Randy make love to him first thing in the morning was the best Christmas present ever.

The End