Sixam’s Razor, A Christmas Tail
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Sixam's Razor, A Christmas Tail - By Sixam
Same characters. Different time. It's still the same characters, same place. Just a few months after the original series. Once again, this is based on an RP I did with my mate. This story contains homosexual love between an adult male and an underage male. This one, sadly, contains no yiff. But if I continue, the next one will. It all depends, as always, on the feedback I get. If this does not suit your fancy or you are underage for this material, please stop reading here. If not, do continue and enjoy.
Sixam (c) Me
Razor (c) My Mate
Sixam's Razor, A Christmas Tail
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Sixam yawned and stretched. It was Christmas Eve. Tomorrow would be his first Christmas with his mate, Razor. The fox smiled to himself as he thought of the surprise he had in store for the sleeping werewolf beside him. He got up and went to the balcony doors and looked out over the expanse before him. It had snowed during the night and now the ground was blanketed with a nice layer of white stuff. ‘A regular winter wonderland,' he thought to himself as he turned to head downstairs and start making breakfast.
Razor stirred when his mate did, but didn't wake. He just rolled over and let off a sigh of contentment. A low growl escaped him as he got comfy again and melted back in the bed. But once the smell of food reached him, his nose twitched and he woke up, looking around slowly. Rolling out of bed, he padded his way to his young mate with a big grin on his face because he was woken by the smell of food and was so in a good mood.
"Well good morning," Sixam said as he placed a breakfast made of sausage, bacon, and eggs at the table.
The older male walked over and smiled. "Morning..." He sat down and took a deep breath, taking in the smells of the food.
The fox smiled sweetly at his mate as he sat down next to him at the table and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Razor smiled back, blushing faintly at the kiss. He nuzzled the boy for a little before wolfing down his food.
Living with Razor for the past few months, he had changed some of his habits. One of which was using utensils when he ate, but he still did not eat as fast as his lupine lover.
Munching away happily at his food, Razor's tail showed his mood, as it normally did, by beating behind him. "This is great!"
Sixam giggled at Razor's comment. "You always say that about my food," said as he was just about finished with his meal.
Licking his chops as he was finished, he looked the boy over. "And you always make it so nice." He offered his heart-stopping grin and winked at him.
The fox smiled as his mate grinned at him and he leaned over and gave him another kiss on the cheek in response to the wink given by the older male. Seeing as how they were finished with their meal, Sixam got up and brought the dishes to the kitchen for washing.
Razor blinked and looked around. He didn't get his mate anything. "Wait...it's...Christmas, isn't it?" He looked down and shook his head. He was not use to following dates and normally didn't get anything for anyone.
"Actually...Christmas is tomorrow. I just want to give you your present tonight instead of tomorrow. I would have greeted you with a ‘Happy Christmas' earlier if it was Christmas." He beamed at Razor with his innocent smile.
The werewolf looked up to his consort and smiled slightly. He walked over to Sixam and nuzzled him. "What do you want for Christmas then?"
Sixam murred as he was nuzzled. He really didn't expect Razor to get him anything. There was nothing that he really needed that his parents already didn't get for him. "You don't need to get me anything. Being with you is all I really want, and I already have that." He murred as he was nuzzled by his large, dark brown mate.
Razor looked to him and smiled, sitting down in front of him. His tail was sweeping the ground as he was happy the boy wasn't sad about not getting anything material from him. "Well...if that's all you want."
"Well I don't know really know what I would want. I know that my parents and Enix got me some stuff, but I'm happy as long as I'm with you." He smiled sweetly at the male sitting on the floor in front of him, his tail doing its usual ‘happy dance.'
The older male looked over his mate and nodded slowly before rolling onto his back, showing his content state. "As long as you're happy." Which of course he could see by the tail wagging of his mate.
"Oh I am. So is there anything you wanted to do? We could go play in the snow or something. I'm up for anything."
Razor chuckled. "I like that idea...playing in the snow." He rolled onto his side before getting up and panting while tilting his head to one side. "Lead the way."
"Okay." Sixam left the kitchen and walked to the side door. He hurried out side and quickly made a snowball to throw at Razor once he came outside.
Bouncing happily after him, he was suddenly his with the snowball. Letting off a whine, he shook it off. "Hey! Cheap shot!" He ran at Sixam growling, and pounced him.
Giggling at his ‘cheap shot.' Sixam screamed playfully as he was pounced and fell backwards into the snow with his mate on top of him.
Razor grinned. "Look...a snow angel." He nuzzled the fox happily and licked at his neck.
Smiling at being called an angel, the younger male just closed his eyes as he was licked and nuzzled, enjoying the fun he was having with his mate. Also happy, Razor rolled onto his back, pulling Sixam onto his belly and laughing softly as he did so, having a blast just rolling in the snow. Enjoying the closeness he was sharing with Razor and still enamored by the ‘snow angel' comment, Sixam gave Razor a kiss on the lips, not really thinking about it.
Razor felt himself blushing but still smiled and nuzzled the crook of Sixam's neck happily.
"So are we just going to lie here like or play in the snow like you said?" he asked Razor. "I don't mind staying here though," he said leaning into the nuzzling he was receiving.
The older male looked to his mate and then leaned his head back. "Oh...tough choice." Looking around he said "Umm...play."
Sixam sat up on Razor's belly, "Well what do you suggest we play?" he asked, rubbing his mate's chest a little bit.
Content just lying there, Razor gave a weak smile. "Oh...umm...your pick. I normally don't see snow, let alone play in it."
"We could build a snowman or we could have a snowball fight." Then he thought about just staying close to Razor and had another idea. "Or we could go up to the balcony, sit in the hot tub and just look out over the environment."
He had never done those things. Looking the smaller male over, he thought about which he's like, but didn't want to go back in yet. Sitting up, forcing Sixam into his lap, he smirked and licked at Sixam's neck. "You'll have to teach me those two." Looking around, he just took a slow deep breath. Exhaling, he let off a sigh and smiled. "So which is more fun?"
Sixam murred as his neck was licked. "Well a snowball fight is more active, but building a snowman can be fin...kind of. I'd say the snowball fight would be more fun."
The werewolf smirked. "Well...you'll have to teach me how, but being in a fight...I'm almost afraid to learn." Laughing, he ran his claws lightly against the boy's sides in an attempt to tickle him.
Squirming as he is tickled, he tries to keep from laughing but does it poorly. "It's a...a fun fight as...as long as you don't...don't throw too hard," he said between giggles.
Razor chuckled softly and nodded. "Then you WILL have to teach me how. I can get...rough," he said the last word with a growl at the beginning and sounded very animalistic, "at times."
Sixam rolled his eyes. You always say that you can get rough but you haven't gotten rough with me. Nothing more than I could handle. You just have to stay in control. And since it is just the two of us, there shouldn't be any problems," he said beaming with his deep, blue eyes.
The older male smiled and nodded, nuzzling the younger one. "I don't want to hurt you," he said licking at his mate's neck, "If I got rough and hurt you, you wouldn't want me around. Where's the fun in that?" He held him close and nipped at his neck.
"I wouldn't reject you just because you hurt me. I love you too much." The fox moaned as Razor licked and nipped at his neck. "I'll tell you if you start to get too rough, just like in bed."
Razor looked at him blinking and blushing deeply under his fur. He nodded slowly before chuckling. "Well...you make so many sounds in bed, wouldn't that be hard to tell anyways?" he asked smirking.
Sixam blushed and looked away. "Yeah...well. I won't be caught up in the ‘heat of the moment,' sort to speak, while we're playing. So I would be able to tell you." He laughed sheepishly.
Smirking and nodding slowly, the werewolf said, "Well yes...I guess you should start, but if this hurts I'm going to ravage you. He placed Sixam in the snow and got up on all fours, flashing a grin.
"You've kind of ravaged me before. Should I be scared of it now?" he asked innocently.
Razor nodded as his tail thrashed behind him. "Of course...I'm quite strong when I want to be," he padded around the fox, watching him. "So what's this snowball fight?"
Sixam thought for a moment, ‘Razor is really strong, as he has always been mostly gently with me...' "All it really is, is throwing snowballs back and forth at each other. Oh and avoid being hit. Simple."
"Oh...cold dodge ball? I can handle that." He jumped back and watched Sixam, his tail still beating back and forth.
Sensing that Razor was waiting for him to start, the fox slowly got up and walked behind a tree before quickly making a snowball and hurling it at his mate.
The werewolf watched him and was hit, but didn't see how the snowball was made. He gathered some snow and tried to form it into a ball, smiling slightly.
Sixam watched Razor was he tried to make a snowball and quickly made another one in the lull and tossed it at the large dark-brown male. "I think you're losing," Sixam called with a snigger.
Razor turned to look right as his back was splattered by another ball of snow. Laughing, he soon hurled the ball he'd finally got the hang of making in the response of the previous ‘attack.'
Staying behind the tree, using it as cover, he saw a snowball whiz past. "You'll have to do better than that!" He made another snowball snuck a quick look around the tree to see what Razor was doing.
The older male was making another ball, smirking as his tail waved about.
While Razor occupied himself with making another ball, Sixam tried to sneak around and get behind him.
Razor spun around quickly and launched his snowball, sensing something behind him.
His planned sneak attack failing, the younger canine received a snowball in his face before he knew what had happened. He was so surprised that he fell backwards onto his butt.
Scurrying over to check on his mate, the werewolf asked, "You alright?"
Sixam blinked for a moment before starting to laugh. "That was a good shot. I should have known better than to try and sneak up on you," he said still laughing.
Relieved that his make was okay, Razor smiled and licked at the fox's face. "Yes...you should have."
Putting his arms around his mate's neck, Sixam tried to pull him down. He wasn't sure how well it would work with him being smaller and weaker that Razor, but he didn't care. He was having fun.
Razor submitted and lowered down, nuzzling the fox happily. "That was kinda fun. Never had one of those before."
"Yeah, it is fun. You should try it with tons of furs and teams. We build snow forts and all sorts of stuff."
The werewolf looked around. He wasn't really use to being around many others. "Oh. Sounds...fun."
"It is fun, but..." he looked deeply at Razor with his intense, blue eyes, "I think I'm having more fun with you."
Beaming, Razor's tail was nearly flying off on its own now. He bit at Sixam's neck playfully. "Me too."
Sixam tilted his head to allow Razor more access. He closed his eyes and chirred a bit, loving the attention he was getting from his mate.
Razor was just content to lie there but was starting to feel the could now and shivered slightly while nipping at the young fox's neck.
Feeling Razor shiver and feeling a little chilly himself , Sixam opened his eyes and asked, "Do you want to go sit in the hot tub now would you rather snuggle next to a fire in the den?"
The werewolf looked down to his mate quickly. He liked both ideas. "Uh...I don't know...both?" he said with an awkward laugh.
Sixam thought for a moment. "Well...we could go sit in the hot tub for a while and then go dry off in front of the fireplace."
"Perfect!"
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Well there you have it. The first chapter of a new series. But there is so much more that there could be. Just give me some good comments and feedback and it will come to pass that there will be another chapter. A chapter with some yiff in it. Send your comments and thoughts to Sixam (dot) Canoscan (at) yahoo (dot) com. This is just something that I feel the need to keep doing...I hope you have enjoyed this as much as we have. Ciao.