Krampus's POV
I was freaking out inside as Laxus led me back to my own house. My paws felt heavy, claws slightly twitching as if my nerves were trying to escape through them. Everything had escalated so fast—from eliminating Brain and dismantling the R-System towers, to recruiting ten new members in one go. A bumper harvest for Fairy Tail, sure, but also a whirlwind. And now, suddenly, Laxus was being aggressive and proactive after just one slip of the tongue from me. He wouldn't take no for an answer about addressing what was going on between us. My heart raced. Things between us had been steadily becoming more intimate, closer than ever before—but nothing explicit had happened. Nobody had said anything. I'd been avoiding the topic entirely.
After all, even though I was no longer a lawyer, what former lawyer would want to admit they were a middle-aged uncle lusting after and loving a teenager? Even if he didn't look like a teenager in the slightest. What's worse is that I used to treat Laxus like a cute little brother, and now I had all kinds of sexy thoughts about him. I felt like I'd broken a bunch of laws, at least in my heart—though Fiore had no such laws. Here, they thought it was okay if it was consensual and the body was grown up. Perhaps no laws had been broken with Laxus as he was now, but I was still reluctant to get my hopes up and fall for one of life's major illusions: "I think he likes me." I didn't want to be an idiot. But now it seemed I had no choice but to confess before he said anything he might regret. Maybe it was the arrogance of an adult toward a mere teenager, but I didn't want Laxus expressing feelings he didn't fully understand.
My thoughts screeched to a halt as we reached my living room. Laxus turned around and held both my hands—his strong hands gripping my paw pads firmly. His eyes met mine with steely resolve, without a hint of doubt or hesitation, like a man who knew exactly what he wanted.
"Krampy," he said—the silly nickname he'd used as a kid. His voice was steady, but there was a tremor of emotion under it, the kind that made my heart leap into my throat. He gave my hands a firmer squeeze, his thumbs brushing the back of my paw pads with a gentleness that contrasted his usual gruffness. I didn't mind the nickname—in fact, hearing it now, spoken in that low, resolute tone, sent a shiver down my spine. "I know there's something more between us," he continued, eyes narrowing with focus as though he were staring straight into the parts of me I tried to keep hidden. "You've been holding back, dodging, pretending not to feel it. I wanna know what you're really thinking. No more running away from me."
I let out a long sigh, my shoulders sagging. Resigning myself, I began telling him about my past life before I became Krampus Santa Grimgaros. "I was a lawyer back then," I said quietly, my voice carrying the weight of years. "Worked myself to the bone, and in the end I was super alone before I died. It wasn't a life worth remembering, not until I got here." Laxus's brows furrowed but he kept holding my hands, urging me to go on.
"There was also… an anime, in my world, called Fairy Tail. It was basically a story that showed one of several parallel universes of our world here." Laxus blinked, his lips parting slightly. "Wait—like someone was watching us?" he asked, incredulous.
"More like watching a version of us," I explained gently. "It's tied to the multiverse theory. Infinite timelines, infinite variations. Some are similar, some wildly different. I tell you this so you'll understand, so you won't spiral into an existential crisis about me being a stranger in your life. I need you to know why I am the way I am."
Laxus's eyes widened slightly as I went on. He seemed shocked to hear there was another Laxus in another timeline who grew up arrogant, standoffish, thinking he was the strongest, pulling stunts like Thunder Palace that put normal citizens in danger. He ran a hand through his blond hair and let out a disbelieving scoff. "Where does that Laxus get the confidence?" he muttered, shaking his head. "Putting innocent people in danger for some dumb show of strength? That's pathetic." He frowned harder. "And he doesn't even have a beard? Tch. No wonder he's a joke. Obviously that Laxus fried his brain cells." Then he glanced back at me, a flicker of unease in his eyes. "Krampy… am I really that close to turning into him if you weren't around to keep me straight?"
He suddenly looked grateful, the corners of his mouth softening into the faintest smile. "Guess I should thank you. Without you, god knows what kind of monster I'd become." He gave a short laugh, half bitter and half relieved, then added more quietly, "And I don't ever wanna be that guy. I'd rather be the man who stands beside you, Krampy."
I took a deep breath, my chest trembling as the words burned in my throat, and went straight for the jugular. My voice came out low and uneven at first, betraying how terrified I was of baring my soul. "Laxus, I love you. Whether as a little brother, or as a man. I admit it." I searched his face, desperate for some hint of rejection but instead found his eyes fixed on me, sharp and unwavering. "I hope to always be by your side, and I hope that you would stay by mine. And I wish for you a lifetime of happiness… even if it's not with me." My ears twitched, flattening as my words grew hoarser. "I also admit that I'm reluctant to make a move on you, not because I don't want to—'cause dammmnn you grew up so hot and manly—"
Laxus's lips curled into a grin, pride sparking in his gaze, the tips of his ears reddening as he held my hands tighter, silently urging me to keep going, his whole face lighting up with pride at my admission.
"—but more because I wouldn't know how if I tried." My throat felt tight as I admitted it, my claws flexing nervously against his palms. "Don't look at me like I'm super experienced in this, okay? I've never been in love before now and was a complete virgin in both my lives." My voice cracked on the word 'virgin,' and I ducked my head, ashamed.
"There's also the fact that if I do make a move on you," I continued, my tail lashing once behind me, "it feels like a perverted uncle raising a young boy to maturity then reaping his virginity like a certain fruit farmer waiting for young fruit to become ripe. So it's hella creepy." Laxus winced but didn't let go; if anything, his grip only tightened, as if to ground me through my spiraling self‑loathing.
"Anyway, Laxus, you're only 14 going 15," I said, my ears drooping lower with each word. "You still got time to meet new people who could be the one for you—someone better than me, who's an awkward mess. You're a 10 while I'm just a 3." I swallowed hard, my gaze fixed on the floor. "I don't want to tie you down with a bummer like me when you could be going to greener pastures." Laxus's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing with a flash of anger that wasn't aimed at me but at the very idea that I thought so little of myself.
My head drooped, ears low, and my voice dwindled into silence. I finished my speech without daring to look him in the eye, my throat tight from the effort. My hands still held his, trembling faintly, and I couldn't help but notice how time had passed. Those small hands that once reached up to me as a boy had become so big and firm, roughened by calluses that proved how much training he'd put in and how far he'd grown. The warmth of his skin against my paw pads anchored me in the moment, reminding me he wasn't a child anymore.
Those strong hands squeezed my paw pads deliberately, steadying me, and I finally lifted my gaze to see Laxus. His eyes were clear, determined, and softened at the edges with something almost tender, ready to speak with the weight of his heart behind every word.
"Krampy, look at me," he said firmly. I hesitated, my head still bowed, but his hands squeezed mine with insistence. Slowly, I lifted my gaze upward, even though I still loomed taller, to meet his eyes. His voice was steady, though I could see his throat bob as he swallowed hard, the courage it took plain on his face. "Ya know? I'm actually not sure what my feelings for you were besides best friends, comrades, guildmates, teacher, and brother." He gave a soft, almost nervous chuckle, rubbing his thumb across the back of my paw as if grounding himself. "But after hearing you say all that, I can tell you now, dude, with certainty, that I'm in love with ya." His words hit like thunder, his gaze blazing with absolute conviction.
He leaned closer, his tone quieting but no less intense. "And no, I've not mistaken my own feelings just because I'm young and inexperienced." His jaw set tight, his eyes softened only by the sincerity glowing in them. "Because those things you want for me? I want the same for you." His hands tightened their grip, as though he was afraid I might slip away. "Except for one thing though: I want to be the one to give you a lifetime of happiness." His voice cracked slightly on the word 'lifetime,' but he pressed on. "And don't say I'll find somebody better, okay? I chose you 'cause you're Krampus and not anybody else." He smiled then, a rare, boyish smile that still carried his usual steel. "And with just that? You're a 100 out of 10 in my eyes."
My eyes grew misty as happiness and joy washed away the trepidation and loneliness hidden deep within my heart. Yet I still had doubts. My voice came out softer, quivering with vulnerability. "Ar-are you sure?" I sniffled, avoiding his gaze. "I got fur and look like a demonic lion beastman. Can you be into that?"
Laxus's reply came without hesitation, his tone easy, almost playful, though his grip on my hands was firm and reassuring. "And I'm part dragon. Plus I love your fur, claws, and fangs and all that muscle. It's the whole package." His eyes gleamed with a teasing warmth that eased my trembling.
I bit my lip, lowering my ears. "W-won't you get tired of me later on? Me being better than anyone at almost everything gets old real fast and people get jealous…" My voice cracked near the end, betraying my fear.
Laxus shook his head, his lips quirking with a confident smirk. "I'm not those unenterprising haters. I love that you're always better than me at stuff. I know I can still move forward and improve." His smirk softened into a grin. "Plus I think I know I'll always be better at social stuff than you are."
"Haha, yeah, that's true." My chuckle was weak but real, a puff of air escaping my nose. "But then what about the Dreyer bloodline? Wouldn't you want to find a girl to have children with?"
He rolled his eyes dramatically, his tone light but his gaze steady. "Hey, you're the one who corrupt me with manly muscles all day, so why would I want a girl? So you'd better take responsibility and be my man, okay?" He poked at my chest fur with a finger, half‑teasing, half‑challenging.
"Oof! You got me there." My ears twitched upward slightly at his boldness. "But what about my own problems? I'm a perv, okay? I'm definitely gonna be checking out guys and their muscles all the time. Can you accept that?" My admission came with a nervous laugh, my tail flicking anxiously behind me.
"What's wrong with checking out other guys?" he countered easily, his eyes flashing with determination. "Besides, I can still grow. I'll train hard to make sure that the only guy you check out the most and wanna touch for realz is me!" He leaned in, his grin wide and cocky, daring me to challenge him.
"You already are though," I murmured, my voice breaking with sincerity. "So… you're really alright with me?" My ears angled forward, desperate for his answer.
"I would not want anybody else." His voice was calm, unshakable, filled with quiet certainty.
My chest tightened, tears threatening again. "Do you… like me? Like really?" I asked, my words barely above a whisper, eyes shimmering with hope.
"I love you Krampy. Really really." His words came clear and sure, spoken like a vow, his gaze never wavering as his thumbs stroked the backs of my paws.
At that point, tears were flowing down my furry face, dampening the fur around my muzzle. There may have been some snot, too, and my breathing hitched in uneven bursts. I had never felt so emotional, ugly crying, but I barely managed to keep from loud sobbing, muffling the sound in my throat. My shoulders trembled as I squeezed Laxus's hands tightly, claws barely pricking his skin, desperate to hold on. I managed to compose myself enough to choke out, voice shaking, "I may still be inadequate, stubborn, and get jealous sometimes, but I promise to try my hardest to give you the happiness you deserve. So, take care of me, okay?"
Tears still streamed as I dared to lift my eyes, finding Laxus's face gently gazing at me. His mouth quirked in a soft, almost cocky smile, but his eyes shone with warmth and conviction.
"Damn right," he said, voice low and rough, almost a growl of certainty. "I'll take care of ya. You're my boyfriend now, ya big muscle kitty." He gave the nickname a playful lilt, pride hidden in the teasing.
With that, Laxus yanked me into his chest with sudden force and hugged me tightly. I sank into the embrace, wrapping my arms around him, our larger frames pressing together. Even though I was still taller, we leaned into each other until our chins rested on one another's shoulder blades—an imperfect but intimate fit that felt strangely perfect. Through the press of our chests, I could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against mine, each pulse grounding me as my own ragged breathing slowly began to calm. I was still crying, but now with joy, feeling safe and hopeful about the future.
Laxus's POV
I held Krampus close, feeling every inch of his bulky, powerful frame trembling against me. His thick muscles, usually so steady and strong, now quivered under my hands, heat radiating through the layers of fur and skin. I could feel his claws twitch lightly against my back as if he was fighting to keep his emotions from spilling over again. It was surreal—this massive, imposing man, a living legend, crying in my arms like a lost child finally finding peace. His face was buried against my shoulder, hot breath puffing against my neck, and his tears soaked through my black tank top until it clung to my skin. The low, muffled rumble of his sobs vibrated against my chest, and each one stabbed at my heart. I could feel his warmth, his heartbeat, his pain, and it hit me just how heavy the loneliness he'd carried must have been. Just how much had he been suppressing all this time? The thought made my chest ache, a fierce protectiveness blooming in me. To think Krampus held back so much—no one should ever have to carry that kind of sorrow alone. I tightened my arms around him, jaw set with resolve. Not anymore. I'm gonna be his man from now on and make him super happy, no matter what.
As I rubbed slow circles over his back, feeling the thick muscle shift beneath his fur, I couldn't help but smile. His sobs were quieting now, replaced by soft breaths that brushed against my collarbone. Comforting him like this felt right—natural, even—as if this was where I'd always belonged. Inside, though, I was buzzing with barely contained excitement, my heart pounding so loud I was sure he could feel it. The person I'd grown up admiring, chasing after, looking up to—he's my boyfriend now. My boyfriend. The word echoed in my mind like thunder and made me grin so wide my cheeks hurt. The thought sent a giddy warmth up my spine, and I almost laughed out loud but bit it back, not wanting to ruin the moment. My fingers kept moving, tracing soothing patterns down his back, occasionally brushing through his mane just because I liked the way it felt. Man, if the guys at the guild knew, they'd never let me live it down. And speaking of couples, I couldn't wait to one-up Carlo and Adam—that power couple that kept spreading dog food everywhere in the guild.
Carlo and Adam… yeah, those two. They were both around twenty and had this easy chemistry that made everyone in the guild jealous. They joined Fairy Tail after meeting Krampus in some backwater town that looked like it hadn't seen a festival in years. Carlo came from a rancher family that wanted him to settle down with a girl and focus on crops, but the guy's heart was never in it—he just wanted to grow flowers, the kind that looked delicate but could bloom even through harsh winds. He always said flowers reminded him of Adam, and that alone told everyone how deep their bond ran. Adam had it rough too—born to a drunk father and forced into construction work just to keep food on the table. That kind of childhood would've broken most people, but Adam built strength from it, both in muscle and in will. The two of them ran away together one night, chasing freedom more than anything, and Krampus found them while strolling through town with me. They'd seen his guild mark shining on his arm, recognized him instantly, and boldly asked to join. Krampus didn't even hesitate; I still remember the look on his face—a mix of surprise and pride. Now those two are inseparable, always side by side on missions, finishing each other's sentences, teasing one another in public just to make the rest of us groan. They're the kind of couple that radiates warmth wherever they go. Krampus always looked kinda wistful watching them. He never said it outright, but I could tell—he envied them, not just for their love, but for the peace they found in each other.
Well, not anymore. Now we could spread our own dog food around too. You think your man is awesome? My man is Santa! Eat that!
By now, Krampus had stopped crying. His breathing was slow and even again. I gently pulled back from the hug, still holding his shoulders. "You alright now?" I asked softly.
He gave a small smile, eyes still damp but steady. "Yeah… I'm fine now. Sorry for being such a crying mess."
I shook my head. "Hey, I don't mind it. Cry all you want. I like it when you rely on me for a change. You were there for me when my old man left the guild, remember? I bawled my eyes out on your shoulder, so this makes us even." I chuckled and brushed away a stray tear from his cheek. "And no way in hell am I ever calling that guy 'dad' again."
Krampus chuckled weakly, then hesitated. "So… how do we proceed from now on?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck. His voice had that low, unsure rumble that only showed up when he was nervous.
That caught me off guard. "Huh… good question. What do boyfriends do together when starting a relationship?" I asked, scratching my own head.
Krampus's furred ears turned red and drooped low as his cheeks flushed. "W-well… um… boyfriends usually go on dates… to get to know each other better," he stammered, looking off to the side, clearly flustered by just saying the word 'boyfriend.'
I grinned wide, unable to stop myself. Damn, he was cute. Is this what the guys at the guild called gap moe? That thing where someone super tough acts all shy and adorable? Because if it was, Krampus had it in spades.
Krampus finally composed himself, clearing his throat. "Dates help build a deeper bond," he explained, trying to sound serious again.
"Dates, huh? But don't we hang out all the time?" I teased, leaning closer. "I mean, if you count all those, we're already in the triple digits. We know almost everything about each other already—hell, even our underwear." I gave him a sly grin. "I'm wearing a white jockstrap today."
Krampus froze, his face going bright crimson. "I-I'm wearing black jockstrap," he mumbled, ears flat, tail twitching.
"Heheh," I chuckled, feeling my own face heat up. "Didn't expect you to answer that." His reaction was priceless. Cute and sexy all at once.
The air between us changed. We had just confessed not long ago, but already things felt… different. Closer. Hotter. The tension between us was electric, like a spark waiting to ignite. I loved it.
"So… what happens after all those dates?" I asked, tilting my head with a knowing smirk.
Krampus's ears flicked nervously again. "W-well, um… after that, they'd confirm the relationship with a kiss." His voice trailed off, the word 'kiss' barely escaping his lips.
Of course, I already knew. I just wanted to hear him say it.
I gave him a mischievous grin, gripping his hand suddenly and pulling him into a dip, my movements swift and smooth from years of training. His startled yelp turned into a breathless laugh as his body fell into my hold. I could feel the full weight of him pressing against my arm—solid muscle, warm fur, and that unmistakable strength he carried even when caught off guard. My arm locked around his back, the thick curve of his shoulder fitting perfectly into my palm, supporting his massive frame with ease. For a moment, we just looked at each other—his fierce, leonine face softened by surprise, his golden eyes wide, his breath quick and shallow. Then his expression shifted, shy yet eager, pupils dilating as our faces hovered inches apart. The tension between us buzzed like lightning in the air. I could smell the faint trace of snow and pine from his mane. My heart kicked in my chest, and before hesitation could creep in, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, sealing the space between us with heat and certainty.
The kiss started soft, almost tentative, like we were both testing the waters. His lips were warm and surprisingly gentle against mine, trembling at first but gaining confidence with each passing second. Soon, it grew wilder, turning into a rhythm neither of us had to think about—just pure instinct. It felt like a battle of tongues, a dance of heat and breath, each of us learning and matching the other's movements perfectly. Krampus went from hesitant amateur to passionate pro in the blink of an eye, and I wasn't far behind. The faint scrape of his fangs against my lip made my pulse spike, but instead of fear, it only fueled the fire building between us. Once I reminded myself this was Krampus—my Krampus—it just made everything hotter.
My hands slid up into his mane, thick and soft, gripping gently as the kiss deepened. His growl rumbled low in his chest, vibrating against my palms and sending a shiver down my spine. Before I knew it, we were standing again, pressed chest to chest, my body molded against the solid wall of his. His hands found my waist, claws tracing my sides in a way that made me forget how to breathe. Then, with a shift in his stance, Krampus took the lead, pressing forward with a confidence that made my head spin. The shy, blushing Krampus was cute, sure—but this—this fierce, dominant Krampus with eyes half-lidded and breath hot against my face—was the most devastatingly handsome thing I'd ever seen.
It felt like forever, though only seconds passed before the world narrowed to just the sound of our breathing. When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathless, faces flushed and eyes hazy, our foreheads still resting together as if we couldn't bear to separate completely.
"So," I panted, still grinning, "how was that for you?"
Krampus chuckled softly, still dazed. "That was… the best first kiss I could have ever asked for."
"Same here," I said, brushing my thumb over his jaw. "It was awesome." I smirked again, lowering my voice. "So, should we finish things in bed and get some sleep?"
Krampus blushed hard again, his ears folding back as he muttered, "I'd like that." Then he took my hand, leading me toward the bedroom.
What happens next was a blur. Before I knew it, we were making out on Krampus's bed and our clothes were gone, leaving only our jockstraps. Even so, it could not hide our big boners from grinding against each other while straining the fabrics. The restriction of the cloth was driving both of us crazy so I reach down to pull out my cock out of the jockstrap and do the same for Krampus. We paused for a moment to gaze down at the sight of both our dicks out in the open pressing against each other. Mine was a thick 10 inch, but it still lose to Krampus's just as thick 12 inch, no is that a whole feet long? Damn it, he's longer than me! I guess it makes sense since Krampus's body is so large. Krampus was breathing heavily, but he's not making any moves, is he leaving me to take the lead? Heheh, don't mind if I do this.
I grab both of our cocks, stroking them both while grinding my hips and Krampus did the same, a low moan escaping both of us. Then, I start releasing a low current from my hand, electrically stimulating both our cocks. I had done this before on myself and it felt great, but it seems to have surprised Krampus a lot.
"Ah! Oh! Laxus, when did you learn how to do this?" Krampus says while convulsing a bit, no doubt feeling amazing from the stimulation.
"Heheh, you like it?" I said, feeling quite smug. "You said to use my magic more creatively. So what do ya think?"
"Oh! Ah! Best advice I'd ever give you. Oh!" Krampus managed to say while rushing to his climax. I was about the same. Usually, I would last longer, but frotting and grinding with Krampus on top of electro stimulation proved too much for me. My hand moves faster, releasing more current while Krampus holds onto my shoulders for dear life as we both reach our limits.
"Ah! Krampy, ya ready? I'm gonna blow my load all over you!" I said, wildly and possessively.
"Yeah Laxus, you're making me feel so good, shoot it over me!" Krampus said, lust taking over him.
It did not take long before we both let out a roar and climax simultaneously. Most of the cum landed on Krampus's torso, the white contrasting greatly against his black fur. The amount that Krampus shot was huge, just how much had he been holding in? Some cum even landed on his chest while most of it started pooling in the crevices of Krampus's abs, granted some of it was mine.
After coming off the high, both of us were exhausted. I lie down onto Krampus, kissing him again while he holds me tight, both of us ignore the white puddle between us. As I drift into sleep, Krampus uses his magic to rend away the mess and hold me close as he also fell asleep.
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The next morning, I woke up snuggled against the furry cleft of Krampus's neck, his scent warm and comforting—a blend of pine, snow, and something faintly spicy that was uniquely him. My arms were wrapped around his massive torso, feeling the steady rhythm of his slow, peaceful breaths. His strong, fur-covered arms were still holding me protectively, one hand resting on my lower back as if afraid I might drift away. I could hear his heartbeat clearly, deep and powerful, echoing through his chest and syncing with mine. The morning sunlight filtering through the curtains shimmered over the silver in his mane, and I just lay there for a while, breathing him in, feeling completely safe and content. Our bodies were pressed close, muscles fitting together like puzzle pieces—each heartbeat a silent promise of what had changed between us.
When I shifted slightly, trying not to wake him, the movement only made his body press closer. The warmth radiating from him and the tension between us were impossible to ignore, especially with that familiar morning stiffness that made my pulse quicken. A grin tugged at my lips as I glanced at his peaceful face, the faintest smile still resting on his muzzle. Maybe there was a better way to wake him up than shaking his shoulder. So, with gentle touches and teasing whispers, I coaxed him awake, easing him from dreams into the real world with slow, affectionate movements. It was nothing wild—just soft and unhurried, a quiet exchange of warmth that left us both breathing heavier and smiling by the end. It was intimate, grounding, and tender, the kind of connection that made every morning feel like a new beginning.
Eventually, I pulled away with a reluctant sigh, watching Krampus stir and stretch, his long frame flexing as he let out a deep, satisfied rumble. Then, with a shimmer of golden light, his clothes materialized around him—the red coat and dark fur-lined pants wrapping him like a spell. I couldn't help the flicker of envy that rose in my chest. "Show-off," I muttered with a smirk, tugging on my shirt as his mane glowed faintly in the morning sun.
"I've always been jealous of that trick," I said, running a hand through my hair. "Maybe you can teach me how to get one of those spiritual equipment things someday."
Krampus chuckled, his deep voice rich and warm. "If you can master patience first, maybe."
"Yeah, yeah," I replied, rolling my eyes but smiling anyway. The air between us felt lighter now—comfortable and electric all at once. Every glance carried a spark, every casual brush of our hands made my chest tighten in the best way. It was new, strange, but it felt right.
When we finally stepped outside, sunlight spilled across the guild path and the air was crisp enough to make us both exhale faint clouds. I glanced up at Krampus beside me—same confident stride, same sharp gaze—but there was something softer in his eyes now, something only I got to see. Things between us had changed. They were new, strange, but good. And whatever came next, we'd face it together, shoulder to shoulder.