Hearing the fireplace both crackle and warm the room whole, Santa honestly almost Gave it a glance. However He would not. Reason being of course simple; The wonderous sight in front of Him.

A Drunk Scrooge McDuck.

"HoHoHo!" He did His infamous chuckle. "Ho... Oh Scrooge, think You've had enough booze yet?"

See, it was a while after they made up; Since then They were no longer enemies (In Scrooge's case) but finally friends again.

Currently they were lounging about  and drinking at Scrooge's mansion; The rest of the Duck family decided to take one for Santa this year and go out to give out all the presents like how he'd usually do.

and it left time for Scrooge and Santa to... "chill and hang out", as Louie would put it.

So naturally, They got totally drunk on booze and chatted amongst each other while relaxed. 

Truth be told, Scrooge was more drunk than Santa right now.

Speaking of which; McDuck let out a slight slur, clearly inebriated. "Ah can handle a bit more, ol' man! Gimme another round!!!"

His face was red and flushed, alcohol obvious on his breath as he walked close.

But Santa wasn't budging. "...No."

He pouted, crossing his arms like a toddler having a tantrum, a slight frown on his lips.
 "Ahhhhh, come on ye big pansy!"

Santa Chose then to do a fake gasp. "A Pansy? I'm NOT a Pansy!"

Honestly he found Scrooge's words very funny right now so He played with Him.

A drunken smirk tugged at the corners of Scrooge's lips. He found Santa's reaction amusing, and it only encouraged him to keep teasing.

"Oh, come on now, ye're as pansy as it gets!"

He pointed a finger at Santa, his voice slurred but still playful.

"Mr. Saint Nicholas, all nice and jolly, giving gifts to all the good 'n' nice kids. Sounds pretty pansy to me!"

The Jolly Polar bear fake cried, "I'm so Hurt... is this how you really feel about me?"

"Yeah!" Scrooge gleefully shouted. "Nought but a Pansy Ol' Hunk!"

...

Now Santa was truly silent then.

and the fire crackled.

"...W-What?"

The richest Duck grinned, thoroughly amused by his own drunken antics. "Ye heard me! Santa Claus, th' famed jolly old man of th' North Pole, is naethin' but a pansy! A big ol' softie who gives gifts to all th' nice kids an' acts all sweet an' innocent!"

"N-Not that..." Santa could feel his face heating up like the wood fire. "T-The... Hot part...?"

Scrooge lets out a hearty laugh, the alcohol fueling his confidence. "Oh, ye mean ol' 'Hunk' part, eh? Well, Santa... there's no denyin' that ye have yer charm! Yer a jolly ball ay... well, ye ain't exactly hard on th' eyes, eh ol' man?"

Now Santa couldn't help but laugh a bit and blush.

"Oh, Scrooge you're so drunk. I never knew you thought of me as such" 

He couldn't help but feel a bit flattered by all the compliments though not knowing if they're a drunken lie.

Scrooge only doubled down, Hiccuping in his praise. "Tis the truth! I-Hic!-want to ride that big meat all night long you Sly dog you~"

Santa...chuckled lowly this time. "U-Uhm...Scrooge, this was nice and all, But I think You should stop drinking now, Since you're saying things you don't mean and all—"

Scrooge stood up at that; Angry as. He could while also being wasted. "Aye, an' I mean it all, you bastard! I want you and I want you NOW! I've been th'nkin' 'bout ye fer years! You're all I've wanted fer so long!"

"Scrooge, I really think that—" Santa started but as Soon as He heard Scrooge's response in full... He was silent. "...Y-You... always wanted me?"

Scrooge nods vigorously, the effects of the alcohol making his movements exaggerated.

"Aye, always, you Big ol' idiot! I've been hidin' it all this time, pretendin' like I didn't care, but it's drivin' me bloody mad for YEARS! I can't get you out of my head, no matter how much I try! You're the only one I've ever truly wanted, damn it!"

Now Santa was Sure The Alcohol was affecting half of scrooge, With some of the things He's saying, Like How Santa was the Only one" When He was Sure His old friend Had a lot more He wanted.

...But the parts about Him, He didn't know what to think... But he ultimately could feel like they were true.

And in the midst of This; Scrooge leaned against Santa, pressing his body against him.

Then Santa felt a grope at his crotch, Making the Polar Bears eyes go wide at the soft grab to his bulge; He turned to the Drunk smiling Duck, "Scrooge...?!"

Scrooge's free hand grips Santa's shirt, pulling him close. "Aye, Santa. You like that, don'cha? I know you've always had a thing for me, even if you ain't admitted it yerself. You can't deny feelin' somethin' between us, can ya? Just give in, ye ol' bastard, an' give me what I want!"

"G-Hnh... Scrooge, I-I..." 

The Polar bear was at a loss for words. He felt a mixture of surprise and excitement as Scrooge pressed himself against him. The sudden grab at his bulge had caught him off guard, but it didn't take away from the fact that the Duck he had known for centuries was now confessing his feelings for him in a drunken fit of passion.

But...

"I-I didn't realize you felt so strongly... I-It's just... I always thought of you as a friend...I-I can't..."

And Scrooge, Just decided to shut him up with a big kiss on the lips.

It was nothing too special; Just a nice kiss on the lips; But in that short moment it felt like they were in the moment for yourself and hours; locked in a heat of pure love that was blessed between the two.

Santa and Scrooge couldn't deny that it felt was right.

even when Santa pulled apart quickly a minute later; although Scrooge was sad at that, He received quite the consolation in the  sight went to the polar bears Hard-on, Erect and stood at attention in those annoying pants.

The rich duck was nothing but wide eyed, licking his lips as the heat rushed to his face.

"Looks like someone is feeling a bit excited," he teased, his voice thick with desire, Whistling at the sight beforehand. "I wonder what we should do about that, eh ol' man?"

Meanwhile with Santa; His face flared to the max.

"W-Well, I..." He gulped.

His words were stuck in His throat. The entire thing felt so...

And then, His boner twitched again.

"...Hehe~"

Scrooge chuckled at Santa's flustered reaction. He let his hand wander down Santa's chest before resting on his hip, pulling him in closer.

"No need to speak, Santa. Actions speak louder than words, don't they? And right now, it's pretty clear what you want..."

Scrooge's eyes scanned down to Santa's hard-on, a sly smile playing on his lips. He could feel his own arousal growing. "Ay, You Ol' Kringle. That a Gift..." He drunkenly spoke; Leaning close, "...Or are Ya' just happy to see me?~"

His groin was gripped once again, and that small moan escaped his lips before he could stop it. "Ah...~ Y-You...You won't regret this in the morning... right Scroogey?~"

That was the only thing Keeping Him back; and even then; His face moved forward unconsciously.

Scrooge just gave him a calm smile; One that wasn't riddled with Drunk.

One that felt like... His true self.

Scrooge's hand gave Santa's growing erection another gentle squeeze as he looked into his eyes.

"of course I won't be, You Ol' fool."

With that, Scrooge pulled him in for another kiss this time,

His hand quite moving around to caress the polar bear's beard. 

And This Time; Santa didn't fight back.

He moaned along with that rich dick in the moment with as lips were connected and Tongues tasted one another.

Fur and clothes were rubbed together as it continued until they stopped and pulled apart.

"S... Scrooge," Santa panted. "You definitely taste beer."

Scrooge gave him a goofy look. "You two, you Ol' Kringle~"

And He looked Down to See Santas Bulge throbbing More and More. "And I think... I'm ready for a new taste~"

"Hohoho..." Santa chuckled "Which way though?~"

Scrooge could feel those big soft hands on his ass, Spreading wide for his nice asshole to show.

and Scrooge smiled with no fear; "Whichever one's preferred~"

[...]

throughout the rest of the next hour No more words were made, Just Sounds.

Sounds of Whines, Grunts, and Moans that belonged to the erotic nature.

Sounds of such that belonged to None other than Scrooge McDuck.

"Mmh...M-More..."

"HoHoHo?" The Polar bear in red looked Down at the Rich duck, His head being stuck in His chest with Ass Raised up, Held and spread By the Bears soft hands. "Couldn't hear you Scroogey~"

He did, He just wanted to Hear that Drunk Duck say what wanted loud and Clear~

As His fat cock stopped movement, His hole twitched in ache; Scrooge growled with red on his face. "...More."

Santa pretended to Not hear that. "Hmm? Speak up Now, Santa can't hear You, You Ol' Coot."

"Y-You heard me!"  Scrooge's tail twitched in annoyance. "I. Want. Your. DICK!"

"Gonna have to Beg for it Scroogey~"

Scrooge practically gritted his teeth. 

This was making him slowly become sober!  He is being SO damn annoying...

WHY DOES HE HAVE TO LIKE THIS BIG BASTARD SO MUCH!?

Just like Goldie, Just like Glomgold...

 it's always the ones who aggravate him that have a place in his heart...

...

He took a breath... and begged.

"P-Please... Please fuck me... you damn Kringle..." He whined; his hole clenching desperately for Santa's fat cock. His rich voice dropping to a pleading tone was music to Santa's ears. "I'm begging ya..."

He felt That cock throb in Him along with the deep approving growls of the winter ursine. "Good... Good. Give some more Scrooge, Don't be Shy now; Your on Santa's lap...or Rather, My cock You naughty Duck~"

Scrooge felt His face turn bright red as he heard those words. "N-Naughty Duck, am I?" He snarled, but there was no real anger came from it. His body was trembling with desire, His hole clenching and unclenching around the tip of Santa's cock.

Santa moaned at the clenching in fact; it made his cock throb more "Oh~ Scrooge~"

"You like that?" He snarled, His tail swishing back and forth as he tried to pull the fat red pole further in. "You like it when I'm acting naughty, don't ya?"

"Mmh... I'd rather a good boy... But," Santa moved a Hand to Swat Scrooge's ass cheeks, Licking His lips as they Jiggled like jello. "I'll be like Krampus for Tonight... Bad Boy~"

The Rich Duck's whole body shivered at the contact. "Krampus my ass... You're no demon, Kringle. Just a horny polar bear..." He tried to joke, but his voice was shaky with desire. "Come on...Ah!~"

and that's when Santa began his thrusts; going  rather Nice and slow to prep up Scrooge, Who didn't mind that if he were honest~

"Mmh...Ooh...!~"

With each slow thrust; He could feel His insides being filled over and over. His eyes rolled up with blissful joy as Sounds of The Jolly Ol' Fat Nuts spanking against Rich ol' Duck booty every now and then.

But Scrooge wanted...more.

"H-Hmph... You call that 'Krampus'?" He huffed, trying to act tough as he felt the slow thrusts. "You're too gentle, Kringle..." He tried to complain, but his tail was already swishing happily behind him.

Santa raised a brow amid the thrusting. "You—Mmhf, W-Want more? Ah~ Can...C-Can You handle that?~"

He snorted, his tail thumping against the ground possessively "Of course I can handle it, you big dumb polar bear... You think Krampus would be this gentle?" He snapped, His tail swishing back and forth impatiently.

Santa clicked His tongue and sighed in a way Scrooge would find incredibly sexy. "Fair Point... I guess I can go all out. Remember You asked for this Ol chum~"

His tail thumped happily as He got His way "Hmph, As If there was any doubt I could handle it..." He smirked, His hole clenching slightly in anticipation. "Now Hurry up and show me What 'All Out' Looks like before I change my mind—"

And Santa Followed that, Giving a Hard thrust that hit The ducks prostate with some ease, Cutting Him off.

To Say Scrooge was suprised...was a understatement.

"G-Gaah!" He choked on his own smug retort as Santa's massive pole slammed into him, hitting that spot inside him that made his vision blur. "D-Dammit Kringle, You cheater!" He snarled, His tail thrashing wildly behind him. "... P-Please more..."

Santa gave Scrooge another spank; "Oh?~ You naughty boy~"

He let out a needy whine, his hole clenching even tighter around Santa's cock as he felt the sting of the spank. "Y-You're enjoying this wee too much..." He bit out between moans and gasps.

And Santa just chuckled. "Indeed I am~"

and so, Santa hips began a pattern of moving back and forth; each time with a powerful thrust of its own.

and each time; a loud moan from the one bouncing on His cock too~

 His massive hands gripped Scrooge's ass nicely at the Same time The fuck arches His back, The Duck now bouncing on that thick Meat with no worries of anything else!

He cock was dripping precum to show the joy he was feeling; Whether Drunk or not.

 "D-Damn it Kringle," Scrooge wiped the beads of sweat from his face. "You're So big!"

"Heh, You like it?" Santa chuckled, His voice muffled by His beard as He looked down at Scrooge bouncing on His lap. "You're taking it so well..." He praised, His hands squeezing the ducks backside possessively.


"S-Shut up!" He snapped, His tail thrashing wildly as he impaled himself over and over again on Santa's massive pole. "FUCK! it's so Damn Good!"

Santa just laughed; The sound echoing in the room. "Good boy~" He praised, Giving Scrooge a hard spank on the ass before grabbing his waist and starting to Fuck him even harder; The sound of His heavy balls slapping against Scrooge's ass cheeks echoing through the room.

He was squeaking out moans like as if he was a damn toy while he was bounced on Santa's lap, His tail thrashing wildly behind him as he took the massive pole deeper and deeper. "Damn it Damn it Damn it Damn it Damn it Damn it!"

"You're So noisy~" Santa teased, His hips moving at a faster pace. "I love it~" He groaned, Leaning down to bite Scrooge's neck gently as His hands dug into his ass. "Come on, Squeak louder for me~"

"F-Fuck! Just... just Fuck!" He cried out, His whole body tensing as Santa hit his prostate perfectly with each thrust. His usual stern composure was completely shattered, reduced to incoherent swearing as he took every inch of Santa's massive cock. "Y-You drunk Fuck!"

"Technically," Santa chuckled. "You're drunk too~"

Scrooge let out another dose of Pre on Santa's polar bear belly. "S-Shut up~"

"Make me~" He smirked.

Scrooge Hates this sexy bastard so much right now.

Santa's cock throbbed inside Scrooge's tight hole after a while, So on that He decided to increase pace, fucking the duck harder and faster, making sure that big pole was hitting that special spot every time.

Scrooge clenching the walls down couldn't help either, It just made that damn rigid cock harder! He could blatantly feel it poking his stomach each time he went in balls deep!

...

fuck he wanted him to cum inside!

"Cum inside me..." He begged, His voice strained and breathless as he bounced on Santa's lap. "Fill me up..." He barely recognized his own voice, so begging and needy. "Please..." 

"Not Yet~" Santa teased, His hands wrapping around Scrooge's neck possessively. He slowed down His pace, pulling His massive pole out almost all the way before slamming back in, hitting that spot perfectly again. "Look at me."

Scrooge did as such; looking up at Santa, His usually cold eyes filled with desperation and need, Pleading silently as he looked up at the jolly man. "Please..." He whimpered, "Yer killing me Kringle..."

"Heh, You're so cute like this~" Santa smirked, His thumb tilting Scrooge's chin up to keep eye contact. "Beg some more." He ordered, His pace slowing down even more, just barely thrusting in and out. "I'm close Scroogey~"

putting that furry finger around Scrooge's beak, He had no problem sliding it in there,; Feeling that tongue on it... "Come on now~"

Scrooge wanted to grit his teeth.

...but, He couldn't lie; He really did like it.

"P-Please..."

so he begged.

  His beak opened and sucked on the digit automatically, before opening back up along the red on him that made santa want to cum even harder "Please can I have it? Can I?" He whimpered. "Can you just..."

And Santa just continued going harder; That whimper and the ones after doing the trick as he neared orgasm to the rich duck. "F-Fuck!"

at that, The fuck out of characterishly let out a loud squeal. "O-OOHH!~"

 His eyes rolled back as he shot more pre. Y-Yes! Fuck! Fill me up! Breed me!" He screamed.

Santa Chuckled and smacked His ass. "You're a naughty one, Aren't You?" 

"J-Just fill me with that Ol' Saint DICK Santa! Make me your little fuck toy!" His usual stern demeanor broken as he slammed back against Santa's throbbing cock. His eyes rage with a lust kind of rage that only climax could satisfy. "Please cum inside me! I want to feel you mark me!"

"Good boy~"

 His massive pole throbbing inside Scrooge's hole, Santa took to giving Him one last kiss on the lips as He finally exploded inside those tight walls, his hot cum filling the duck's tight hole in powerful spurts. 

"OHHH FUCK~!~!" His eyes wide and mouth open in pure ecstasy as he felt that warm load filling him up. His body trembled uncontrollably, cock pulsing uncontrollably as he came hard, marking Santa's lap with his own release. " C-CURSE MY FUCKING KILTS! Y-YES!"

...

Santa watched the sight with a loving sigh "Merry fucking Christmas indeed~" He panted, still moving slowly inside Scrooge.

In the limelight... Scrooge just sat there, panting heavily as he felt the jolly old bear's cock flop out of his hole.

 "F-Fuck Santa... You really know how to treat a man~" He chuckled weakly, still trying to catch his breath.

He chuckled warmly, pulling Scrooge closer against his chest. "Should I pencil you in for next year's naughty list again?" He teased, gently stroking the duck's sweaty fur.

Scrooge nuzzled into his beard. "Mmmph... as long as you promise to fuck me like this every Christmas, you can put me on whatever list you want~

"Well, I—..."

at the sudden silence, Scrooge raised a brow and looked up. "S... Something wrong Kringle?"

Santa wordlessly point in a direction...


...and when Scrooge looked, 

He saw His *whole family right at the doorway.*

Della, Donald, Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby along with Beaksley.

all were agape.

...

Scrooge felt like a deer caught in headlights like Santa. He forced wide smile; All he could do and spoke;

"...M...Merry Christmas Everyone...?"