he boys' wedding day slowly winds down. Will Brian have any regrets?

"I always wanted to pour some chocolate sauce all over your body...and then take my time licking it all off," Brian whispered hotly in Justin's ear as they showered together. His sultry suggestion - along with his long fingers slowly stroking Justin's shoulders - was making his husband horny as hell.

He groaned. "God, Brian, we just fucked, and now you do that?"

"What?"

"Speak that...that dirty talk! We have guests out there, and since our wedding ceremony we've probably seen them for a grand total of, what? Fifteen minutes?"

"Oh, so you don't want me to pour chocolate sauce all over you like some lip-smacking sundae and lick you clean?" Brian leaned in from his position behind his husband to lick Justin's neck for a preview, his tongue slowly sliding down the warm, slippery flesh until it reached his collarbone. He heard Justin moan as he nipped his skin there and then licked it to sooth the irritation. "I'll even throw in some of that hideous whipped cream you like to put on everything."

"Brian..." Justin's whispery plea caused Brian's cock to stir even more to attention. "Our guests..." Despite his protestations, he closed his eyes in pleasure as Brian's body pressed against his, clearly broadcasting his desire for him. He knew his entreaty was only half-sincere as he turned around to press his lips against his husband's. The kiss - which began as more of a tentative, gentle one - soon progressed into a passionate, ardent one as their arms wound around each other to hold each other tight. They were so consumed with their renewed lovemaking, in fact, that they didn't notice they had a visitor.

"Brian?" Justin whispered as they finally broke off their kiss, and he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. His eyes widened as he recognized who it was.

"Hmm..." Brian was only half-listening as he reached for the lube located on the shower's built-in sink when he was stopped by Justin's hand gripping his wrist. He frowned at him. "What?" he asked in confusion. "You don't want to...?" He couldn't even believe he was asking that. It was like asking Ted if he liked opera. Both were foregone conclusions.

"No...I mean, yes!" Justin assured him, appearing distracted for some reason. "But...I'd rather not do it with an audience."

"Wha...?" Brian turned around then to see a big, blond, furry reflection staring back at him. He couldn't clearly see the form's outline, but he could readily tell who it was by the way its tail was rapidly wagging back and forth. If that didn't give it away, the loud, joyous, deep bark that then reverberated throughout their master bathroom quickly revealed who it was...that, and the sound of frustrated whining.

"Oh, no," Brian groaned in dismay.

Not getting what he wanted after a few seconds, Tricky decided to take matters into his own hands...uh, paws...by jumping up against the frosted glass shower stall and rapidly skimming his front paws up and down on the glass as he tried furiously to get the door open.

"What the fuck!?" Brian growled. "How did he get in here? I thought Ted and Carl took him out to the creek to drown him...uh, bathe him!"

Justin shrugged. "How does he ALWAYS manage to get in here? I have no idea!" He heard a familiar voice then, causing his eyes to widen in alarm. "Oh, shit!" He exclaimed as he heard Gus calling for the dog. "Brian, we can't let him see us this way! Open the door!"

"Are you fucking kidding me, Justin? Do you not see what is out there? No way am I opening that door for King Kong!"

Justin knew they were running out of time; any moment now, Brian's son would be popping his head in here to look for Tricky...and he would definitely be getting an eyeful if he did. "Brian, I don't CARE if he's out there! We can't let Gus see us like this!"

"Why the hell not? He's seen a cock before; in fact, last time I gave him a bath, I noticed he had one attached to his body. It's not like we're fucking...thanks to HIM," Brian muttered as the dog continued to rapidly slide his front paws up and down on the glass as he yelped in frustration. "Hey! Cut that out, you party-wrecking weapon of mass destruction!" Brian snapped as he pounded his hand against the shower glass to try and dislodge him to no avail. "You're going to scratch it up! Do you know how much that fucking glass cost?!"

"Brian...! He'll be in here any minute!" Justin sternly reminded him as he squeezed his wrist for emphasis.

"Oh, for the love of..." Brian sighed heavily as he turned off the water. Taking a deep breath to steel himself, he none too gently pushed the shower door open, startling Tricky, who suddenly found himself without any support. The determined dog briefly lost his balance, but he quickly recovered as he stood in front of Brian and rapidly spun around and around in jubilation, his tail wagging even more furiously now that his 'idol' had opened the door. "Stay back!" Brian warned him, picking up the toilet bowl scrubber that sat on the floor nearby, disguised behind some hideous, black-and-white ceramic Dalmatian that Debbie had seen fit to gift them with at their housewarming party. Justin had taken a liking to the tacky object, and had insisted on keeping it in their bathroom. Brian never thought he would need it for this, however. "I'm armed!" he warned him, knowing how ridiculous that sounded, but hoping that Tricky might think by the tone of his voice that he meant business. Naturally, however, that did not seem to faze their intruder in the least.

"Brian!" Justin protested, as his husband quickly moved to stand behind him as if he were some human shield of armor. "Stop being such a drama queen! You're not going to fend him off with some Tidy Bowl scrubber!" he reprimanded him, feeling his husband's fingers gripping his shoulder tightly; so much so that he knew he would have a bruise mark there soon. "It's just a dog, for God's sake!"

"That is NOT a dog!" Brian retorted, shifting back and forth on his feet behind Justin to avoid being assaulted. For a large dog, Tricky was surprisingly agile, but then again, so was he. He hadn't played dodge ball at recess in school for nothing. "He's Freddy Kruger, only with fur!"

Justin huffed as he tried to push away from his husband, who was steadfastly continuing to hide behind him, still holding onto the toilet bowl scrubber with one hand, and his shoulder with the other, his fingers digging into his flesh. "Brian, do you mind? Your son will be here any second, and I'm naked here!"

"No, I don't mind you being naked," Brian responded with a smirk as Justin rolled his eyes in aggravation. "And you wear it well, by the way."

Justin opened his mouth to issue a snappy rejoinder, only to be interrupted by something else. "Tricky! Tricky, where ARE you? Daddy doesn't want you in here!" Oh, shit. Gus has to be coming into their bedroom...

"Brian, that is your SON!" Justin hissed in a stage whisper. "And he'll be in here any second! Now stop using me like I'm some hostage in a kidnapping, and at least let me get a fucking towel!" He shook his head in irritation as he began to shuffle toward the towel rack, Brian still latched onto him from behind like the rear end of a tractor trailer. Finally able to reach one of the bath sheets, Justin snatched the nearest one off the heated towel rack and quickly wrapped it around his waist and tied it, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Hey!" Brian growled as another towel landed on top of his head, blinding him from his adversary. As soon as he pulled it off his head to look around, he knew he was in trouble, because he had broken his grasp of Justin's shoulder to pull the towel away, only to notice Tricky had gotten even closer. "Mfpff!" he managed to say as Tricky rose onto his back paws like a steed rearing up and caused Brian to stumble backwards, his back slamming the shower stall door closed as Tricky pinned him up against the glass and began to lick him enthusiastically. Brian thrashed his head from side to side, his hands gripping either side of the canine's head to try and avoid him, but he was no match for his opponent, not when the dog outweighed him by at least 50 lbs. "Get him off me! Get him off me!" Brian yelled, wincing as Tricky's big, wet tongue licked him right on the mouth. "Get my Scope! Fuck!" Tricky was so excited, his entire body was vibrating with joy, making Brian feel like he was in the midst of a major earthquake.

"Tricky!" Gus reprimanded his dog sternly as he rushed into the master bathroom. "There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Gus didn't seem the least bit concerned that Tricky was presently pelting his father with affection. "Papa, is there any more cake?"

Justin covered his mouth to avoid any signs of amusement, afraid that Brian would probably not look too kindly upon that sort of reaction. "You didn't get any outside, Gus?" He knew there had been some of it left intact on the table.

Gus shook his head. "Only a little. I tried to pick some more off the floor, but Mommy wouldn't let me. Uncle Em promised to make some more for me, though." He peered over at his father, who was still trying to dislodge himself from the mound of fur that was holding him hostage

"Hey, man being pummeled here!" Brian yelled. He was having difficulty building up any sense of indignation while the wind was practically knocked out of his lungs - not to mention carrying on any real type of conversation - as Tricky continued to assault him. But he had to try something, or risk suffocation. "Jus...Justin!" he huffed out between breaths. "Do...do something!" His mouth hung open in astonishment as he watched Justin rush out of the room then, leaving him defenseless. His eyes widened in both alarm and disbelief. "Jus..." He gave up, then, just letting Tricky continue to lick him with his thick, flat tongue...a tongue that was the size of Milwaukee.

"Tricky, come on!" Gus cried out, trying evidently to do what he could to end his father's suffering, even though he didn't see it that way. He was merely getting a little tired of his own dog giving his father more attention than he was getting, and he wanted to go back outside. "Let's go outside!" he told the dog, raising his voice excitedly and patting his upper leg in hopes it would have an effect. He thought it was doing the trick (no pun intended) when his dog paused for a few seconds as if to consider it, but then he resumed his tongue-washing, his entire body shaking as his tail wagged back and forth. Brian closed his eyes, wondering when the nightmare would end, when all of a sudden he heard a familiar sound.

Moo! Moo! Moo!

Brian gasped in surprise as Tricky abruptly jumped down off him, his chest heaving as he fought to regain some oxygen. His lungs, which had felt like they were about to explode, sucked in the oxygen greedily as Brian sighed in tremendous relief, watching as Tricky rushed over to try and snatch his favorite toy out of Justin's grasp. Justin had the foresight to turn and throw the toy out into the hall, where Tricky promptly took off after it in pursuit. As soon as Tricky was outside the bedroom, Justin quickly closed the door behind him. In a few seconds, a scratching sound could be heard as the dog realized he had been conned.

Brian groaned, partly from the relief of having the equivalent of a two-ton truck finally removed, and partly from envisioning what said two-ton truck was no doubt presently doing to their expensive, mahogany door.

As if sensing his concern, Justin replied, "Would you rather be crushed to death, or expend a little elbow grease to re-stain the door?" Not waiting for Brian to answer, he turned to the little boy to say, "Gus, see if you can get Tricky to go outside now, okay? Your father and I will be out in a little while...after I perform some CPR." Justin placed his hand on top of Gus's shoulder as he led the little boy over to the door. He turned around to face Brian, long enough to tell him to close the bathroom door for protection, but found he didn't need to; as soon as he and Gus started heading toward the door, Brian wasted no time in shutting the other door behind them and dead bolting it. Grinning, Justin walked over to the bedroom door, and braced himself before slowly turning the lock and cracking the door open. He was promptly knocked on his ass as Tricky barged in with the stuffed cow toy in his mouth, searching frantically for Brian. Justin sighed as he rose stiffly to his feet, rubbing his ass where he had fallen onto the hardwood floor. He shook his head. "Gus, please try and get your dog to go outside," he told him. "Go get him a couple of jerky treats from his treat jar in your room, and see if he'll follow you downstairs with that, okay?" He had to admit that he and Tricky had that in common: promise them the right sort of food, and they would do practically anything to get it. At least he was hoping that would work this time.

Gus nodded. "Okay, Papa," he agreed, as he turned and rushing out the door and down the hallway toward his room. Returning in a couple of minutes, he dutifully dangled the jerky treats in front of Tricky as he stood in the doorway. He shrieked in delight as Tricky bounded toward him and he ran out the bedroom door toward the landing near the stairs, his dog in hot pursuit.

"Hold onto the railing, Gus!" Justin shouted from the doorway as the little boy practically flew down the steps, one hand holding onto the banister as he clutched the jerky treats in his other hand. He walked over to the stairs to peer downward, relieved when he saw Gus safely reach the first floor and scurry toward the backdoor. A few minutes later, he heard the sliding glass door opening and closing as he slumped against the wall, feeling like he and Brian had just survived a Category 5 hurricane. In a way, they had. He could think of no other animal who could do so much damage in so little time as THIS pooch.

He heard the bathroom door quietly open then as Brian warily peeked his head out the door.

"You can come out now, Lion King," he teased his husband as Brian glared at him. "The beast has been contained, and is now back out in the jungle where he belongs. Your big, strong son lured him out there...with a couple of jerky treats."

Brian sighed in relief as he opened the door wider, glancing around to make sure he was, indeed, finally safe from any further 'showers of affection.' He walked over to Justin to stand beside him. "What?" he asked in response to his husband's odd expression.

Justin shook his head over Brian's lack of dress. "Well, I like the jewelry you're wearing...but your outfit leaves a little...fabric to be desired. You're still not dressed after all this?" Brian had managed to tie the bath sheet around his waist by now, the luxurious towel presently lying slung low on his slim hips, making for a quite alluring sight, Justin had to admit, as his eyes instinctively traveled downward before lifting to stare his husband in the face, his cheeks warming as he realized he had been caught.

"I don't think you're complaining," his husband pointed out smugly. "You're wearing the exact same thing I'm wearing."

Justin eyed him sheepishly. "Yeah...I guess you're right," he admitted with a wry smile. He walked closer to his husband, curling his fingers over the edge of the cloth and pulling on it. Untying it, he let it drop at Brian's feet, his gaze lingering on his husband's cock, which was definitely showing interest in this latest development. He locked gazes with Brian as he reached to untie his own towel, discarding it haphazardly at his own feet. "Well...no sense in wasting an opportunity," he told him with a sexy smirk as he slid his hands, palms down, up Brian's smooth chest.

Brian arched an eyebrow. "What happened to hurrying outside to our guests?"

Justin shrugged as he linked his hands behind Brian's neck. "They can entertain themselves...while we entertain each other. After all, it IS our wedding day, right?"

Brian grinned. "I like the way you think, Sunshine."

Justin laughed. "I'm a smart little fucker."

"Well, you're smart, anyway." Brian commented with a pointed look and an arch of his eyebrow, laughing himself as he received a smack on the chest.

"That remains to be seen...husband." He practically whispered the last word, almost as if he were still trying to get used to the idea.

"What remains to be seen?"

"Just who's going to be the fucker...and who's going to be the fuckee."

Brian chortled. "That's not even a word, Mr. 1500 SAT." He trailed one long finger down the middle of Justin's chest, watching the warm skin beneath his touch shiver in response. "Besides, that's tonight," he reminded him.

"Ohh...so you fuck me now, and I fuck you tonight. Okay, I can live with that."

Brian smirked as he pushed Justin down onto the bed. Draping himself over the smaller body, he smiled. "I can live with that, too."

Thirty Minutes Later...

"Brian?"

"Hmm?"

"Do we have to go back outside?" Justin drew an imaginary circle around Brian's left nipple as he lay on his side, half-on, half-off his husband's body, Brian's arm wrapped around his waist to hold him close. He took his left leg and slowly trailed it tantalizingly up and down Brian's calf and lower leg. He felt drowsy, warm, and totally sated. The last thing he wanted to do at the moment was move from their bed.

Brian lifted his head slightly to peer into his husband's eyes, feeling his pulse speed up just a bit as Justin stared back at him thoughtfully, a sleepy smile on his face. He could drown in those eyes right now, he decided, then promptly dismissed that absurdly lesbionic thought as he pointed out, "I thought you were the one who wanted to go back out."

Justin appeared a little embarrassed as he nodded, "I did. I do. Just...not quite yet." He smiled sheepishly at him as he continued to trace a circular pattern around Brian's nipple before palming it, hearing Brian's intake of breath as the nub rose to stiff attention. Brian reached up to grasp his hand to keep him from continuing - since he was finding it hard to concentrate on their conversation at the moment - as Justin explained, "I...just want to lie here with you a little longer...and savor it."

"Why does that sound like I'm a fine wine or something?"

Justin grinned as he brought Brian's hand up to his mouth and kissed the palm. "That's because you are," he told him. "You're a fine whiner." He laughed at the indignant look he received in reaction. "Uh...a fine wine...yeah...that's what I meant."

Brian smiled back at him in amusement. "That's better."

Justin continued to hold his hand in his, gazing at it quietly before he replied, "I'm glad you decided to wear the ring, Brian. You knew what that would mean to me." He raised Brian's fingers toward his mouth, only to stop at the last minute as his husband squeezed his hand to get his attention. "What?"

"Tell me you are NOT going to kiss that ring, Justin. I am NOT the Pope...and that is NOT sanitary. Justin, you know where that ring has been!"

Justin laughed. "Well, Your Eminence...You will never be accused of being the Pope," he agreed. "But I don't care about the other thing." He began to pull Brian's hand toward his mouth again, only to be stymied once more as his husband resisted. "Brian!"

"Your lips are not going to touch that ring...or they will not be touching my mouth afterward."

Justin rolled his eyes. "And this from the man who regularly worships my hole before fucking me into oblivion. Would you care to explain the difference there?"

Brian stammered uncharacteristically. "Well...there is one." At the moment, though, Brian couldn't really verbalize it properly. There was definitely a difference.

But Justin wouldn't let it go. "Oh? Do tell."

Brian thought a certain blond was enjoying this conversation way too much as he fidgeted awkwardly. "Well...it just is, that's all."

Justin grinned. "The apocalypse has just arrived. The normally glib and confident Brian Kinney... unable to make anything come out of his mouth for once. Quick! Alert the media!"

"Oh...I can make something come out of my mouth, all right," Brian retorted. Justin grunted in surprise and then giggled as he was promptly flipped onto his back, his sexy lover towering over him. His laughter promptly died in his throat, however, as Brian slid down his body and promptly latched his lips around his cock, which was pulsing rapidly in response. He arched his back and gasped, his mouth open in an 'O' shape, as he gloried in the sensations flowing through him. "Ahhh..." He moaned in pleasure as Brian's lips and tongue got to work. "Oh, fuck..." No one could give head like Brian could. Of course, the fact that this amazing man also loved him deeply made the emotions even more intense. He felt Brian's hands gripping his thighs as he fisted the sheets beside him. Sure enough, it didn't take long for Brian's vow to come true as he exploded in ecstasy shortly afterward, his body quivering for several seconds after he climaxed. Brian slid back up his body, a smug smile on his face, sharing a deep kiss with him before finally pulling back to stare down at him.

"Now let's see how glib YOU are," Brian told him with a grin as he twisted his body to lie on his back beside his husband and lifted his eyebrows expectantly.

Justin laughed as he willingly reciprocated, telling Brian what he needed to say without uttering a word.

One Hour Later...Back Patio...

"Brian...will you please get your ass outside? They're secure."

"There is no such thing as secure with them. That's what they said about Alcatraz, too, and look what happened."

Justin rolled his eyes as he pulled on his husband's wrist, shutting the backdoor firmly behind them before Brian could change his mind and escape back inside. He shook his head. "Brian Kinney...protector of all, staunch defender of his friends, able to take down the strongest of advertising opponents in a single bound. Whipped by a trio of canines."

Brian huffed as he looked around to make sure the dogs truly WERE contained. He peered up at the fenced-in area, noticing no one there, and his heart began to race. "If YOU were continually molested at every turn by that...that Mack truck and his family, you would be a little skittish, too, JT."

Justin grinned. "I think I see a new idea for the next issue of Rage."

"Oh, no you don't! I...uh, Rage has a reputation to uphold!"

Justin laughed at the horrified look on his husband's face as he patted his arm. "Don't worry, Superhero. I wouldn't do that to you. This will be a secret between you and me...oh, and all our wedding guests."

Brian groaned, realizing everyone in attendance had seen Tricky and cohorts at their best...and him at his worst. He wondered how many of their so-called family and friends had recorded his embarrassing mishap for posterity...and for posting on social media afterward. "Oh, shit," he muttered in dismay as Justin eyed him sympathetically. "That mutt is going to kill me yet - one way or the other."

Justin grasped his arm to lean over and kiss him on the cheek. "I'll protect you," he whispered to him as they noticed some of the remaining guests walking toward them from the tent. It was obvious that most of them had left, but a few of their dearest friends and their family had remained.

Brian was about to express his grudging gratitude before Justin explained, "At least until tomorrow; I wouldn't want to miss out on my chance to fuck you on our wedding night."

Brian scowled at him. "Gee, thanks. I'm touched."

"You'll be even more touched after I get done with you tonight."

"Pretty cocky, aren't you?"

"Oh, yeah...VERY cocky. And you'll find out just HOW cocky tonight."

"Yeah, yeah...Just don't get too used to it, Sunshine. Tricky's not the ONLY one who likes to lick butts; just remember that, got it?"

Justin giggled at the thought of Brian comparing himself to his worst nightmare. "Got it," he replied, just as several of their friends, along with Debbie and Jennifer, reached them.

"Well! Nice of you to stop fucking long enough to make an appearance," Debbie squawked. "If that's all you wanted to do, you could have done THAT without getting married," she pointed out.

"Yeah, that's the only reason why I got dressed up in a monkey suit, had cake spilled all over me like I was some fucking mixing bowl, and agreed to wear a ring that had been lying in dog shit...all because I wanted to do what I do every day with the youngster here."

Justin huffed in protest at the 'youngster' reference, but he couldn't help noticing that Brian's response seemed to quiet Debbie down a bit as she mumbled, "Well, it's still rude to keep all of us waiting out here while you and Sunshine here celebrated your union prematurely."

Justin chose to ignore Debbie's protests as he turned to Ted, who was standing nearby. "I almost hate to ask, but for Brian's safety I have to. Where is the canine welcome wagon?"

Ted grinned. "You will be glad to know that your neighbor offered to keep them over at her house for a few hours...I suspect out of an immense sense of guilt over what happened earlier."

Brian snorted. "Has everyone forgotten that her own dog jumps out of their fence on a daily basis? That's how our resident stud wound up getting her knocked up...and how I wound up with Justin's daughter."

"Hey! She doesn't look anything like me!"

"You both have the same appetite, and you both eat crap."

Daphne giggled, earning a glare from her best friend. She shrugged. "Well, you DO eat a lot...and your favorite food is Orioles slathered with peanut butter. And you told me Xena's favorite flavor of dog biscuit is peanut butter..."

Justin smacked both sides of his head with his hands in exasperation as everyone tittered. "Can we get back to the subject at hand?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah," Ted remarked. "Not to fear. We helped your neighbor put them in the house, so even Tricky can't escape. She said she'd call you in a few hours to come and get them."

"Oh, I'll hurry with that," Brian commented dryly. He sighed in relief; at least for a few hours he wouldn't have to worry about being knocked down, licked, cake-bombed, or covered in slobber. "Where's Gus?"

"He's over at Sandra's house, having a blast playing with them. Mel and Lindsay are there, too, just to make sure things don't get too out of hand. They figured that was the best wedding present they could give you."

Brian nodded. They got THAT right, he decided. "I think I could use a drink right about now," he decided as he peered over at Justin to explain, "So I can make a toast - to never mix dogs and weddings together."

Later that Evening - Britin

Lying lengthwise on the study's leather couch with his husband reclining in front of him, Brian refused to acknowledge that he was - shudder - cuddling. But whatever it was called, it felt damn good. At last, the other occupants of the house - human as well as canine - were all asleep, with Tricky and Xena taking their customary spots on either side of Gus in his racecar bed upstairs. Some light jazz music playing on the nearby CD player and the room lit intimately with only nearby candlelight, he leaned back and closed his eyes, relishing the stillness and the feeling of holding Justin in his arms.

"Brian?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you regret any of this?"

Brian opened his eyes. "Regret any of what?"

"The wedding...wearing your original ring...not going on our honeymoon right away...letting me bring Xena home, and allowing Gus to bring Tricky with him...take your pick." Justin slowly stroked the gleaming band snugly fitted on Brian's left hand as he bit his lip. It had been one hell of a day...one hell of a week. Any sane man would have run far away by now.

Brian glanced around the room, his eyes focusing on one of Xena's numerous dog beds that were scattered throughout the house, his son's favorite red truck lying near the corner of the room where he had been playing with it yesterday, one of Tricky's lime green tennis balls resting against the brick fireplace mantel where he had dropped it earlier in the day, and a couple of Justin's sketchpads thrown haphazardly on the table nearby. It sure made for a chaotic household, he had to admit.

He smiled then as he tightened his grip around his husband's waist. "No, Sunshine," he told him softly. "I don't regret a thing."