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Ratigan was pissed.
Well, more annoyed than anything else, but still pissed. Pissed at whoever had stolen Basil’s attention away from him on the night of Christmas Eve and forced them to be apart. Out of all the holidays in the world, they HAD to pick the biggest one of the year!
He tried to calm himself down by sitting in Basil’s armchair by the fireplace to smoke a cigarette, but it wasn’t helping much. So after a whole hour of sulking, he finally volunteered to help finish decorating the house along with Mrs. Judson, Fidget, Bill, Phil, and Frank. Then he helped her with the large Christmas dinner that she had spent almost the entire month of December planning and preparing for everyone.
“It’s going to be a smorgasbord of deliciousness!” she said. “My best work yet!”
Ratigan smiled ruefully as he helped her to peel some potatoes in the kitchen. Later on, he helped to wrap up a few gift boxes for everyone in the house… including the present he’d gotten for Basil: a brand-new state-of-the-art magnifying glass after his old one got broken. He just hoped that he’d be here to see it that evening.
But his heart sank when Basil and Dawson still hadn’t returned home even after the sun rose up the next morning on Christmas Day. So he tried to distract himself by handing out his gifts for Mrs. Judson and the others, who were practically bouncing off the walls with excitement.
“Oh, how lovely!” Mrs. Judson was saying as she carefully pulled out a delicate pearl necklace from a beautiful black velvet box. “Thank you, Ratigan! I’ll never take it off!”
“Yeah, thanks, boss!” chimed Fidget as he wrapped his new winter scarf around his neck.
“Aye, thank you, professor!” said Bill, Phil, and Frank as they put on their new winter coats and boots.
“Oh! Let me get my gift for you, Ratigan!” added Mrs. Judson. “Boys, come and help me!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
All four of them stood up and followed the housekeeper to the back door. When they returned, they were all carrying a huge white box that they carried upstairs to Ratigan’s shared bedroom with Basil.
“Uh, ma’am? Is that it?”
“Yes, it is! Now go on and check it out!” she said, gently shooing him.
“Alright, I’m going!” Ratigan chuckled.
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Once upstairs in his room…
“Boys, what on earth is this?”
“We dunno, professor!” said Frank. “But whatever it is, it must be quite big! Merry Christmas!”
“Yeah, merry Christmas!” added Bill and Phil.
“Merry Christmas, boss!” said Fidget as he slammed the door shut behind them.
Now alone, Ratigan turned his attention to the present on the floor, more curious than ever.
“Hmmm…I wonder if…no, that’s not possible!” he murmured, undoing the red ribbon tied around the entire box and pulling the lid off slowly to reveal…
None other than Basil of Baker Street and he was dressed in the sexiest pair of lingerie that Ratigan had ever seen in his life: a sparkly red bra decorated with little green bows; a tiny green g-string thong; red and white striped knee stockings that reminded Ratigan of peppermint sticks; and a red choker with a tiny green mistletoe attached to it in the center. On his head was a classic red Santa hat complete with a fluffy white puff ball at the end and a soft white brim. On his feet were a pair of slutty red stiletto heels. Ratigan gulped loudly as he tried to find his voice again.
“B-BASIL?!”
“Hee-hee…hello, darling! I’ve been SO naughty this year, and it would be such a shame if Santa were to find out!” said the mouse in a low, seductive voice as he climbed out of the box to stand up.
He tied a fake white beard around Ratigan’s face and then used it to pull him in for a kiss.
“Where on earth did you—MMM!”
While Ratigan was distracted, Basil pushed him to the floor and climbed into his lap, sitting right on top of his husband’s crotch.
“W-Wait a minute, precious!” he said, snapping Basil out of character.
“What? What is it?”
“I thought you were on a case with, um…Dawson! Where is he?”
“Oh, Dawson? He’s downstairs with the others opening up your present! And he helped me to pick out your gift, too, hee-hee!”
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Back downstairs…
Dawson’s present turned out to be a brand new pair of prescription glasses complete an eyeglass case and a cloth to keep them clean.
“Oh, my! I’ve been needing a pair of these!”
He put them on his face to see how they felt. Perfectly balanced, perfectly comfortable to wear.
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Back in the bedroom…
“Sooo…you weren’t really solving a case, then?”
“Well…I do still have a case to solve, but it can wait until after Christmas!” Basil admitted. “Besides…this is our first holiday together and I’ve been so terribly naughty, Padraic…”
While he spoke, Basil climbed to his feet and lay across their bed stomach-first, wiggling his bottom as he went. Then he turned and looked back at Ratigan seductively, motioning for him to come over. When he did, he stole another kiss.
“Merry Christmas, Paddy!”
“Merry Christmas, baby…”
Ratigan took a moment to get a closer look at the lingerie, admiring how the red and green colours complimented his tan fur so nicely. But the green thong was the thing that drove him the most crazy because it was quite literally just a string that barely covered up anything. Not that Ratigan was complaining; he simply licked his lips hungrily and kept staring at his partner.
“Bloody hell, you look so scrumptious, I could just eat you up! And I think I will, my sweet little gingerbread…”
Ratigan wasn’t kidding, either, as he dropped to his knees, parted Basil’s cheeks, and slithered his tongue deep into Basil’s pink hole, making him scream like a porn star. Once in a while, the villain would pull on the thong and then let it snap to cause a brief pain sensation at the same time.
“PADDY! I-I’M—”
That’s when Ratigan left the mouse hanging all of a sudden as he removed his tongue.
“You were right, precious…you have been very naughty this year! And I intend to punish you…”
“HUH?! AAAAAUUGGHHHH!” was the noise that came out of Basil when Ratigan entered him and started thrusting immediately.
Every so often, he would receive little smacks to his ass cheeks. Not super hard, but not gentle, either.
“Mmmm…who’s my little slut, huh?”
“Haaaauuuggghhh! It’s me!” cried Basil. “I’m your little slut! HAH…HAH…HAH…!”
“Such a…such a naughty little slut you are, precious! Santa should give you…coal for Christmas, don’t you think?”
“MMMMM…YES…yes, he should! AAAAUUGGHH!”
“Tell me what you want, my little slut…” growled Ratigan.
“I…I want your candy cane, Paddy!”
“Do you think you deserve it, baby?”
“YEESSS!” screamed Basil. “I need it! Please let me have it!”
“Heh…as you wish…”
Ratigan forced himself to pull out and let Basil give him a blowjob. Whatever he couldn’t reach with his mouth was taken care of by his hand.
“FUCK, you are a slut, precious…!”
“Mmmm…aaaahhhh…” mumbled Basil as he licked his cock just like a peppermint stick.
“Baby…! I-I’m—”
Ratigan unleashed his load before he could warn Basil, but the mouse gulped everything down like a champ. Only a few drops landed on his bra and chin.
“Mmmm…thank you for the drink! Your eggnog is delicious…EEEEP!”
A yelp came out of Basil when he was suddenly pushed backwards onto the bed, and his legs were held up in midair.
“My fucking turn, precious…”
The bed thumped against the floor noisily as Ratigan railed Basil into the mattress a second time, determined to make him scream as loudly as possible. So far, it was working.
“HAAAAAUUUUGGGHHH!!! YEEEESS!!! OOOOHHHH, YEAH!!! YES!!! FILL ME UP, DADDY!!!”
In the living room, Bill, Phil, and Frank couldn’t stop snickering at all the noise going on as they sipped their hot cocoa by the fireplace. Fidget was too busy sobbing and gulping down a bottle of Rodent’s Delight to allow himself to enjoy any cocoa while Dawson tried not to laugh himself.
“Someone’s havin’ a very merry Christmas!” said Bill.
Mrs. Judson suddenly appeared from the kitchen carrying a huge fruitcake on a silver platter.
“Who wants some fruitcake?!” she called out.
The boys and Dawson all raised their hands up just as they heard Basil scream out, “OH, EAT ME UP, PADDY!”
But Mrs. Judson didn’t even flinch.
“I SAID…who wants some fruitcake??”
“We do,” they said weakly.
“So do I!” said Dawson.
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Back upstairs…
“HAAUUUGGHHH! DADDY! I’M—AAAUUUGGGHHHH!”
“YES, BABY, COME FOR ME! GAAAAAHHH!”
Basil ended up spraying himself in the face, the bed sheets, and the Santa hat all at the same time, which somehow managed to stay on his head for the whole time. Ratigan filled his hole up like a cannoli until it was overflowing with cream.
“Beautiful…” he murmured as he admired his sexy handiwork. “And I simply adore your little stockings!”
“Hmm? Oh! Yes, well…I got them from Miss Kitty…”
“Ohh? That singer friend of yours?”
“Yes, that one…”
“Your friend has some good taste!” he added before gently pulling them off by the toes.
“Oohhhh! Darling, what on earth are you doing?”
Ratigan spit out each sock down to the floor and out of the way.
“Such a shame that I have to get rid of them…”
“Aauugghhh…yes…I guess I’ll tell Miss Kitty that—MMM!”
Basil’s sentence was cut off with a deep kiss. Then he was flipped over onto his stomach and filled right up again with Ratigan’s cock.
“Tell Miss Kitty what, baby?”
“HAAAAUUUGGGGGHHH!!!” was the only thing that came out of Basil’s mouth.
“Oh, is that what you’ll tell her? Hee-hee…”
“O-Of course not! I’ll just tell her that…AAAAUUGGHHH!”
“My, my…it looks like this reindeer is quite fussy!”
“Oh, shut up—NGHAAAAHHHH!”
At some point, they found themselves tangled up in the 69 position after Basil decided that he wanted to drink some more eggnog. His thong had mysteriously disappeared as Ratigan ate his ass even deeper.
“Mmmm…aahhhh…”
“Hee…what a delicious fruitcake you have!”
“What flavor is it?” mumbled Basil with his mouth still around Ratigan’s dick.
“Cherry…”
When they got tired of that, they decided to take things up a notch and have Basil’s wrists be tied together with red Christmas ribbons.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said that red is a lovely color on you, precious!”
“Shut up and fuck me, Paddy…”
“Ooohhh, GLADLY…”
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An hour later…
Basil was laying motionless on their clean sheets, having completely worn himself out, and snoring lightly.
“I seem to have exhausted all your resources tonight, precious!” Ratigan said quietly, repositioning his husband so that he could sleep more comfortably. “You are so cute…”
Basil stirred and opened his eyes halfway.
“Mmmm…what…?”
“I said, you look so cute…”
“Heh…thank you, darling…did you…enjoy your gift?”
Ratigan didn’t answer right away, opting instead to kiss his husband more awake.
“I loved it! And I love you…”
“I love you, too, Paddy! You should get some rest now…”
“I will! Goodnight, baby…merry Christmas!” said Ratigan as he climbed into bed.
“Mmm…goodnight, Paddy…merry Christmas…”