Inheritance of the Canes

Chapter 1

Calm Nights

By J.F.R

Disclaimer: And here I am Sly Cooper Fans, I'm back after all these months, and many of you have probably been wondering if I died, or just mysteriously disappeared. But fear not I'm still here, but let's get down to it. I apologize for this long delay, and seriously I am, I was really busy this year. I was doing football season and that took up a good amount of my time, but no matter. I promised a sequel and here is the start of the sequel, I hope you're just as ready as I am, and trust me, I literally have no idea where I'm going with this. Ehhh, okay I have some idea, but I hope you will all enjoy this just as much as I do writing this, and trust me when I say this, this story will be going in directions you won't even believe. It's so good to get this sequel started, been planning for months and have been having help with ideas from some friends on FF and some others. So as always, please R&R, favorite this story and myself if you enjoy my work, without any further ado I give you Chapter 1.

It was sometime in the middle of the night in Western Australia in the city of Albany, a raccoon was laying in his bed, in his house, staring up at the ceiling deep in his thoughts. He had been doing this for some time now, if he was to give a guess he would say he had been at this for a good hour or so, it may have been less but that didn't matter to him. What mattered was what he had been thinking about which had kept him up tonight.

His thoughts were wrapped around the matter of where he was in life, and if he had made the right choice, or choices. He was in no way complaining about the life he had, but was considering if it was all, well worth it really, had he made the right choice. This thought had kept coming up in the strangest of moments, when he was driving to work, or when he was on a case, and today when he was holding his wife from behind in the shower.

The more he thought on this question the more confused he would get, simply because he couldn't answer it, or if it was even right to answer it. This question that had been bothering him the most was, was he content not being a thief anymore and though it seemed selfish of him to think this, should he walk away from his current life so he could go back to his old ways. He would always say no, and quickly repress any thoughts that would say otherwise, yet two days ago his consciousness said it would be the right thing to do and he was disgusted with himself for thinking such things.

He couldn't, nor did he wish to leave his new life behind. He was happier than he ever had been in his life, and he had a family to take care of, a family that he wanted to spend as much time as possible with. His family meant the world to him and he couldn't imagine life without them. And he could imagine that they couldn't live without him, and it would ruin everything his wife and him had been working on for nearly seven to eight years now.

This was the reason he had been up tonight, wondering why he had been thinking these thoughts. The only answer that could come to him was that he was simply going through a mid life crisis, or something of the kind, though he was only twenty-five, nearly twenty-six, but that wasn't important. It was the only explanation he had for it, but that didn't make it any easier for him to come up for an answer to why these thoughts were bothering him so.

The raccoon let out a tired sigh and blinked his eyes a couple times. He was tired and luckily for him it was the weekend, his days off from work thankfully. Though he was a private investigator his work days weren't exactly day to day but he made it so they were, he needed to maintain an income somehow, well legally that was, when he was a thief it had been clean money, okay he'll admit that it wasn't the most honest paying job but he wasn't a bad guy, not really. He only stole from other thieves but the law still didn't like that, stealing is still stealing in their eyes.

His head lulled to his right side and his eyes landed on the neon red digits of the clock on his bedside table. 23:47 p.m., and I'm still awake. He thought to himself as he read the time. He was normally out cold by now or still up with his wife watching a movie, or they were either talking or cuddling in bed. Tonight, for a Friday they had gone to bed oddly enough at Ten, nearly two hours after they put their cubs to sleep. They weren't even that tired, they had just gone to bed early tonight.

He brought his gaze back up to the ceiling, as his thoughts went back to his question. Why? The only answer that came to mind was that this was a mid life crisis of sorts, if one could even call it that. It could all of been due to left over stress from his last assignment. This seemed reasonable to him, yet again he wasn't exactly normal or had led a normal life so far till a year or so ago. He guessed this was what it was like to have a normal domesticated life, and it felt right, he felt whole, he felt more than content, he felt exhilarated about it all.

Sure he missed his pals, but they had kept in contact with him, via e-mail and the very seldom phone call. From what they had told him they were getting along well. Murray had become a demolition driver champion in the U.S. and Bentley was now working at some advanced technological company, or something like that, he could never tell with the Brains. Penelope was still with the turtle and they had become closer, and Bentley even suggested marriage in the next couple years or so, he wished them the best of luck.

Murray had suggested that he was seeing someone and from what he could remember she was a mechanic, the hippo had refused to give any more detail on the matter, sounding very embarrassed and shy.

It seemed like life after the Cooper gang had been kind to all of them, very kind due to none of them being in prison, but not many people knew where they were anymore, they had simply gone off the grid so to say. It seemed so dreamlike that everything had worked out as it had, but Sly was skeptical of it, he always had an eye open when he was asleep, so to say. Yep, life was good and the coon didn't want it any other way. The only matter that could use improvement were these thoughts that were bothering him. He was growing tired of them and just wanted them to go away. He let out another long sigh and finally decided to just ignore them and pretend that they never came up, he would concentrate on other matters.

As he closed his eyes he felt his wife roll onto her other side now facing him and she draped an orange furred arm over his chest. He turned his head and looked to his left and a smile immediately grew, as it always did when he saw her. Just seeing her or hearing her voice cheered him up and not many people outside his family could do that to him so easily.

The raccoon wrapped his left arm around her waist and pulled her closer. This evidently made her happy as he felt her nuzzle the underside of his muzzle and the soft purr that resonated from her throat. He couldn't help but to let out a soft chuckle from her affections.

"Sylvester," she murmured to him in her sleep, or he thought she was asleep.

"Carmelita," he breathed her name lovingly. He strained his neck and kissed her forehead. The reaction he got from her was in the least of words surprising.

"Something keeping you awake amado?" came her sleepy Spanish accent. She hadn't lost her accent even though they had been living in Australia for the past year and a half.

"Nothing mi bella esposa, go back to sleep," he tried to coax.

"You know better than to keep things from me Ringtail?" the vixen mumbled, not feeling up to debating this with her husband so late into the night.

"I know, but you don't need to always worry about me Carm," with his free hand he stroked the side of her lovely face.

"That's not going to work this time," she purred, opening an eye and staring into his, which she could make out easily in the dark. Her mate pulled his hand away and she growled. "I didn't say I wasn't enjoying it," he raised an eyebrow at her playfully but continued what he had been doing, knowing that she liked it.

"Fine, I give in," he said in false mirth, gaining a grin from her. "I've just been having strange thoughts of late, and they're mainly about if I've made the right choices,"

"What do you mean?" she scratched his chest lightly with her sharp claws.

"Did I make the right choice becoming who I am now, to stop being a thief. I don't want to go back, but it keeps coming up, and I don't know what it means."

"This isn't the first time this has come up, is it?" he shook his head, it wasn't. She took her hand away from his chest and rubbed his bottom lip. "You normally tell me when something's bothering you, so tell me, please?"

"I…I don't really want t-to talk about it," he stumbled, not wanting to upset her.

"Fine, it's up to you,"' she mumbled. The vixen closed her eyes and decided to go back to sleep, or so it appeared to the raccoon. She knew a trick or two to get her male to tell her something.

"Carm, hey," he brushed her muzzle and she shirked away seeming to be upset. "Hey, I didn't mean to upset you, I just don't think it's such a good idea to tell you," he heard her huff and turn her head so her muzzle was facing the other way, instead of resting on his chest it was more like it was resting on his peck.

Seeing as everything he was saying wasn't going to work he decided to come clean. Also due to them both being tired and because he didn't want to end the night like this, especially since the day had gone by so well. He placed his index and middle fingers underneath her chin and forced her head so her chin was resting on his chest and she was looking up at him. Her eyes were open and she had this annoyed look in them which her facial features mirrored.

"I'm sorry," he started. "I'll tell you if that will make things better….just promise me that you won't get upset, please love," he pleaded to her softly.

"It depends what this is all about," she sighed, and rolled her eyes.

For his sake this better not be something small, I'm too tired to deal with nonsense. The cobalt maned vixen thought to herself.

"As I said it's just I've been thinking if I've made the right choice, if all this was the right choice," he waved a hand to emphasize their life together. "I believe that it was, but my consciousness keeps bringing it up and I'm starting to fear that my consciousness is right, that maybe this was a mistake," he looked down and saw that his wife eyes were glaring at him, with what he could only describe as a mix between shock, rage, misery, confusion, fear and most of all hurt.

"Carm!" he exclaimed in a slight panic, knowing that this wasn't coming out as he intended it to. "That's not what I meant, I…"

"Then what did you mean?" she hissed between her teeth. Most other occasions he somewhat enjoyed seeing her annoyed or frustrated but he hated seeing her angry.

"Please, let me explain, it didn't come out right," he said quickly, feeling frustrated at himself.

"This better be good Ringtail," she somewhat snarled, her fangs flashing dangerously.

"I…..I..I," he didn't know how to explain what was bothering him, it was too complicated to bring out in words, but it was a lot easier to think it. He sighed in defeat, closing his eyes, he had a dreadful feeling that he was going to be sleeping on the couch or that his wife was going to rip him a new one with a tongue lashing, either way he was going to end up on the couch and feeling some kind of pain.

"I just don't know, I don't know why these thoughts are coming up so much…I…..I just don't understand," he mumbled. "The only explanation I have is that I'm a thief at heart, and it wants me to go back to what I used to do. I guess this is going to be harder than I thought," as he finished he completely enveloped her in an embrace and held her tightly, afraid that she was going to leave him.

It was unnervingly quiet for some time and Sly still had his eyes closed shut, not wanting to see what his wife was thinking, or what she was going to say or do to him when it had all sunk in. After a few minutes had gone by, he finally decided he would take his chances and reopen his eyes to see what he had brought upon himself. What he saw though, and what she said was not what he was expecting at all, not in the slightest, though he should have.

"Is that what's been bothering you this week?" he simply nodded, and she let out a frustrated sigh. "You could of just told me you know, I'm not going to kill you," she chuckled dryly to that. "We both knew it was going to be hard for you….for us to walk away from our old lives and professions, but maybe it was for the best. We wouldn't have as decent as a home as we do right now, it would be hard to raise our three kids, homeschooling isn't as fun as it sounds, and we would probably always be on the run all lives. That's no way how to raise a family, or to live our lives out now is it?" he shook his head. "Sylvester," she spoke in a soothing, loving tone. "I know this is hard for you, but look at it this way, we're together and we're not having to hide and live our lives in secret, isn't that better than being a thief?"

The coon looked down at his vixen for a moment before squeezing her even more, hugging her as tightly as he could in a loving embrace. She returned it in earnest, and she felt his warm breath in her ear as he said to her, "You're right, I did look at it like that, but not as in depth as you just told me," he brushed his muzzle against the side of hers. "Thanks for talking to me about this, before I did anything stupid," he felt her peck his cheek with a kiss.

"Don't keep these kind of things from me, I'm here for you, like you are for me. We don't keep secrets from each other anymore, agreed?"

"Agreed," he nipped the tip of her nose when he got the chance and that brought out an excited growl from the vixen.

Without anything else said she pushed herself up with an arm, wrapping one around his neck. She straddled him somewhat and looked down at him, her dark cobalt mane was let down spilling out from behind her and over her shoulders and some it pooled onto the coon's chest. Her mate looked up at her with hungry eyes and she grinned eternally to this, she was still the only women that could do this to him.

Got you where I want you love. She thought evilly. She lowered herself back down so their bodies were flushed together. She felt his arms snake around her waist and his lips met hers in a passionate kiss.

For the first night in months they hadn't been woken up by their cubs. Their youngest two had been making little to hardly any fuss at all. They were in their own rooms in their cribs most nights and it was very seldom that they brought them to their room to sleep. It was nice to be able to do this again, but neither of them minded bringing the cribs or letting their cubs sleep with them, though they weren't big fans of wearing anything to bed, but brining comfort to their kits was more important so they had grown used to wearing clothes to bed once again.

Their kiss lasted for some tie but they soon broke apart for air. The vixen wore a grin on her face and she looked down at him with the same hunger and lust in her eyes. "Those thoughts still bothering you?" she asked, her voice filled with fervor, also with deep longing.

"Not anymore," and this was the truth, they were gone, his mind was at peace with itself again, it was calm. He flipped them over so he was top of his wife, he soon felt her legs wrap themselves around his waist. "I've missed this," he growled as he kissed, licked and nipped her neck, getting quiet moans and gasps from her.

"So have I," she whimpered as she let him do what he wanted with her. After some time he pulled away from her neck bringing his muzzle back up to hers, trailing soft kisses and licks till he locked their lips in a more passionate embrace once again. This one wasn't too as long, but it was still sweet and sensual for them both. When they did pull away he was staring into her hazel eyes as she stared into his chocolate ones.

"You are so beautiful Carm," he nuzzled her muzzle. "I could spend hours just marveling over you beauty," he whispered. This made her smirk slyly up at him as she cupped one of his cheeks and she answered. "You're too kind Mr. Cooper, but you're going to have to do better than that." He flashed her his signature smile as he pressed his lips back to hers.

"You know we can't," he mumbled to her, as reality started to catch up with him.

Letting out a huff of disappointment the vixen said, "I know, but it was worth a try wasn't it," she said grumpily.

Rolling off of her he returned to sleeping on his back, not even five seconds later his wife snuggled back up to him, resting her head on his scrawny yet defined chest. He was still as acrobatic as he was when he was a thief, and it showed. He may not be big in muscles but he made up for it in his agility and speed. He still made an excellent pillow, in her opinion anyways, his toned muscles were comfortable.

The vixen snuggled her head underneath his chin and let out a content sigh as she got comfortable. When his arms wrapped around her she couldn't be more content. "Goodnight Carm," Sly said softly as he closed his eyes falling into a more relaxed sleep, he hoped so anyways.

"Goodnight Sly," she purred back, falling back to sleep, or so they hoped.

Both their pointed ears twitched as they heard something. It was a soft whine that was gradually getting louder, they both groaned, the vixen buried her head even further into her husband's chest fur.

"You have to be kidding," she mumbled then let out a heavy breath ruffling the course fur.

"Aww, come on dear, they've been good for most of this week," he scratched behind one of ears, eliciting a soft purr from her.

It didn't last long when the whining had gotten louder, he kept an arm wrapped around his wife's waist as he sat up. She broke away from his hold and laid back into the warm comforters. Without anything else said Sly left their room and made his way to the stairs in the living room. He climbed them slowly, feeling light headed and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He placed his hand on the rail, guiding him up the dark steps, not trusting where his own feet were treading or leading him.

I wonder who it could be? He thought sarcastically, as he finally reached the landing, it had seemed to have taken hours for his tired body and mind. His eyes looked down the corridors, to his left was where Leon's room was, and to the right was their youngest. He headed down the right corridor and opened the first door to his left and walked in, finding that his assumptions were correct. The coon went over to the crib and plucked his youngest child bringing him to his chest, the foxcoon cub had quieted down somewhat when he had entered the room.

"Hey Allen, how you doing little guy?" he asked happily, holding the cub close to his face.

The foxcoon cub giggled and brought a tenné hand up to his muzzle and started to pat it, which made the father chuckle. "You're easily amused aren't you, huh?" his reply was a happy gurgle, mostly because he was stroking the back of his cub's head.

"I knew you were going to be the biggest fuss between you and your sister," he cooed to his son cheerfully. For some reason Allen thought this was funny and started to giggle . "What are you laughing about hmmmm?" he questioned as he started to tickle his son which made him start to laugh hysterically, but surprisingly he wasn't too loud.

Sly stopped his tickle attack on him and started to stroke the top of his sons muzzle with a finger, who grabbed it with his two chubby hands and started to teeth on it. Sly growled softly as he felt the sharp pain from the needle like teeth digging into his flesh.

"Hey," he said sternly and that made the little one pause and look up at him with a guilty expression, his small ears lowering. "You know you're not post to do that son," the foxcoon titled his head up at him with his finger still in his mouth.

"You know what I mean," he scolded playfully, not able to resist the adorable look his youngest was giving him.

The cub stopped but wanted to be closer so he raised his arms up. Sly pulled the cub close and felt the small arms wrap around his neck. Though Allen couldn't understand or fully comprehend everything he said he knew the general gist of it all. Sly rubbed the back of his sons head, and occasionally scratched behind his ears. Allen was very affectionate but was very quiet for a cub his age. He didn't ball or wail like most children, he mostly whined to get his parents, or anyone's attention really.

The raccoon didn't know what else to do with his son or what else to say, so he just held him closer. The cub agreed with that and just snuggled deeper into his neck. And as he stood there holding his youngest child he couldn't help but to think about what Carmelita had said. None of this would have been possible if they hadn't just walked away from their old lives.

It was possible, but they would never be able to settle down at a permanent house, they would always be moving, to insure the law never found them, or they would be constantly watched by Interpol if he stayed an officer, either one had its ups and downs. She was right, it was for the best and they were all safe and sound, but more importantly they were all together and still a family.

Sly stood there for some time with his son in his arm, it must have been ten, maybe even twenty minutes till he noticed his son had dozed off. Though he was tired and wanted to go back to sleep with his mate, he just couldn't resist to let his son go. The little bundle of fur was just too adorable to put down. It wasn't just that, but for once in his life, things didn't seem to be going by in a blur, everything had slowed down and that was great. Yet he didn't want to miss a moment in his families lives, he wanted to be there and witness it all, watch the milestones being tred, and to see how his kids grow up.

Ever since the cubs had been born he had become more cautious, he wasn't arrogant or cocky anymore in anything he did, true he did still show off, but he didn't take unnecessary risks as much. He wasn't afraid but he had a family now and even though if he did die he had enough money in his thieving bank account to insure that his family could live happily for the rest of their natural lives. It was just that he wanted to be there, to be a father, mainly due to the reason he never really had one and he didn't want that to happen to his kids. And he would miss Carmelita, and he knew it would kill her if he died, she would be left behind, alone and it was transverse. She could get by without him, she was an independent women, but she would miss him dearly.

Sly shook the thoughts out of his head, not wanting to dwell on such dark matters. Come what may, he was alive now, so there was no reason to worry about the inevitable, they would all die eventually, but it was how one spent their time while alive. He would enjoy every moment he got and be thankful for every single second he was alive.

Having broken out of his thoughts, he brushed his nose against the cubs smaller one. His son opened his eyes tiredly and brushed back and closed his little eyes before falling back to sleep.

Knowing he couldn't stay in there all night Sly put his son back into his crib and tucked him in. He lifted the cub's little arm and gave him his favorite stuffed animal, which he pulled closer. Sly smiled as he heard the soft purring coming from Allen's small form, and hoped that he would have more days like this in the future.

"Love you Allen," the father said as he was closing the door quietly behind him.

A minute later he let out a tired sigh as he walked back into the shared room with his mate. She seemed to be asleep when he walked in, but he was really tired at the moment so he collapsed onto the comfortable bed.

"Ahhhh!" there was a shrill yell, then just as fast a very loud threatening growl from his wife. " Hijo de puta, Sly!" he heard her howl at him quietly, but it still had the same affect if she had done so out loud. His ears flattened in guilt, he hadn't meant to collapse on her. He looked up at her and saw that she was patting her now sore and throbbing tail. She saw out of her peripheral vision that he was looking at her and she returned it with a lingering omniscient glare.

"I am so sorry, love," he mumbled.

He managed to crawl up the bed somehow, having no idea where the strength came from. He took the vixen's soft and bushy tail in his hands and started to massage the sensitive, now very sore appendage. She glared down at him, her ears lowered all the way back, not from submission, sadness, modesty, anxiety, but pure annoyance. Sly looked up at her eyes but thought better of it and looked back down at her tail, his ears lowering once again. He could feel a good sized bump had formed, and he was starting to worry he may of sprained a part of it.

"I….I didn't break anything did I?"

"I don't know, you gave it you're damn best estúpido mapache," she snarled at him.

"I'm sorry alright!" he exclaimed loudly but in a sincere and guilt-full tone. "I didn't know your tail was there, I'm sorry if I hurt you, please let me make it up to you ma chérie," he pleaded desperately.

She sighed tiredly. "Be glad you're cute Ringtail," she mumbled and laid back on her side, he was sitting cross legged still and kept rubbing her tail. She didn't complain or tell him to stop, so he kept at it for a while till.

"You can stop now Sly," she breathed sleepily. He continued to massage it for a minute or so, and when he was sure that she had relaxed he brought it to his lips and kissed the bump lovingly. His vixen felt this and a small smile crept onto her emotionless expression, he always had a great affect on her moods.

She was underneath the soft comforters waiting for her mate to crawl back into bed next to her but he didn't. She felt the comforters get pulled down and felt strong, warm hands take hold of one of her paws. The vixen looked over her shoulder the best she could and saw what her husband was doing. She felt it before she saw it, and let out a relaxed sigh as she felt his hands massaging her paws tenderly. He looked back into her eyes with a warm smile and she shook her head, returning her head to the pillows.

She didn't care what he did to her feet, mostly because what he was doing felt relaxing and just because it felt good. She purred softly as he worked the sore muscles, all the while making her feet tingle in pleasure from the ticklish sensations. The vixen couldn't believe that Sly had a thing for her paws when he first started showing interest in that area. Personally she thought it was a joke but after being with him for a year she had found out quite soon that he liked her feet, not like he worshipped them, but he did have interest in them.

She jerked her leg a little as he ran a claw from her heel to the tips of her toes, bringing a very pleasant but very sensitive ticklish sensation through the soft pad. He ran his claw back, and she sucked in a breath, restraining herself from bursting out in a fit of laughter. She heard a soft, deep chuckle from him, and she felt herself blush slightly. Still, even all these years together he could still bring this reaction out of her.

"I see you're enjoying this," Sly said in a husky voice as he kissed the middle of one of soles. She nodded in reply, closing her eyes, feeling relaxed.

Sly wanted to keep going but it wasn't really the time or place. The only time they got time to mate anymore was in the shower and that was very seldom now, but once their kits were a bit older they could mate like they used to, hopefully. He ran his rough tongue from her heel to the tips of her clawed toes, making his wife shiver in pleasure. He sucked on her big toe for a minute or so making his vixen moan, and then he finally pulled away. When he was done he heard her let out a blissful groan.

The raccoon settled himself behind his wife, and pulled the comforters back over them, then he spooned his vixen, resting his muzzle on top of her head. "I'm sorry Carm," his tail wrapped around her foreleg and rubbed it sincerely. For good measure he kissed the top of her head, he could feel that the tension had melted away completely, and he was glad. He pulled her closer and she pressed her back into him tightly, a soft-loud purr coming from her now.

"It's fine Sly, now who was it this times? Allen?" she asked softly, somewhat disappointed about him stopping his affectionate attention. Her hazel brown eyes concentrated on the wall, across from her, remembering when they had painted it together. It used to be a bland white, now though it was a polish brown, reminding her of a log cabin.

"Yeah, he just wanted some attention, can't blame him though. I was exactly the same when I was a cub, or that's what my parents told me," he spoke in a distant tone, remembering somewhat of his childhood.

"You've changed then, you're always giving me so much attention," she grinned, steering the subject to another matter.

"You can blame me for that, I just can't resist showing you how much I love." this earned him her hand cupping the side of his face and caressing his cheek, which made him purr in his throat deeply, which almost resembled a growl.

"Sorry for snapping at you, it just hurt a lot," she said calmly, not a hint of irritation in her voice. "But you were being stupid."

"Aren't I always?" he asked sarcastically. "I didn't hear you complaining about your foot treatment though," he pointed out with a smirk that she couldn't see.

"I liked it, wish we could do more though" she said with a smile as she closed her eyes.

"So do I, but holding you is just as good I think," he kissed the top of her head.

"It is nice to be able to sleep together, and have you hold me in your arms" she murmured, she felt him nuzzle the back of neck and lick her affectionately.

"You have very soft and beautiful paws," he whispered huskily into her pierced ear making it twitch and making the rest of body turn crimson.

"You're unbelievable love," she sighed. "But it's nice to know that you're eyes aren't always on my breasts," in truth she liked having her husband pay attention to her feet, she didn't mind it at all and it had definitely innovated there love making in their relationship.

"Or," he gave her rear a little pinch making her yip quietly, both in surprise and pleasure. "your perfect rear."

"Enough you," she slapped the arm wrapped around her playfully.

"I miss hearing your pleasured moans, gasps and whines. It just makes me want to please you, hold you, kiss you, love you, and be inside you." he paused as he nibbled the tips of her ears. "You're so beautiful, such a phenomenal woman, my soul mate, and I love you so much," he finished with a soft dominate growl.

"Slllyyyyy," she drew out his name happily, wanting her husband to take her even more now.

"Carm," he tightened his hold on her. "Tomorrow morning, when we take a shower?" he asked her.

"Can't wait Ringtail," she pressed herself into him again, snuggling into his warmth.

"Night Mrs. Cooper, love you," he whispered, with a small content smile, his smirk had melted away.

"Night Mr. Cooper," she puffed tiredly. She rolled in his hold making it so he was on his back and she was on top of him. She then buried her muzzle underneath his chin. Her tail played with his underneath the sheets until they finally entangled themselves happily. "I love you too," she said after some time.

Without anything else being said the two fell into deep sleeps, they would wake up hours later to continue their daily retired lives, they weren't retired but in a sense they were, they had left their old lives behind to start a family and to settle down, and they couldn't be happier.

Forty kilometers Northwest from the center of Moscow, somewhere in the countryside …

Another raccoon had just looked at his clock, which read it was nearly five in the morning on a Saturday. He laid his head back against the soft pillows, closing his eyes and letting out a wide fang filled yawn. It had been a long day yesterday, as all Fridays were for him, and anyone else that he was working with.

He was still a mercenary, he had reformed a new corporation called R.M.C., Reconnaissance-Mercenary-Corporation, they were just like the RMF, but they did smaller operations. As in the name they mostly did Recon, and very seldom they went into a killzone or warzone, due to them being so few in numbers. There was around twenty of them, they hadn't lost anyone yet which was a bonus to them, and they were expecting their numbers to go up still.

The raccoon opened and closed his hand, feeling twinges of pain run along it. Nothing was broken, but he didn't fear the pain, though he wasn't like some of his friends in the Spetsnaz, he did somewhat enjoy the pain, it made him fight harder. When he was eighteen he had gone to Russia and had joined up in the Spetsnaz not knowing at first what he was heading into, which he had regretted later, now though he was glad he made it through all the training. Through it all he had gotten a broken arm, three cracked ribs, pretty sure he twisted his ankle, and pulled and damaged a various amount of muscles and tendons. This was normal in the training to become part of the special forces. Though he hated the training because of his breaks and bruises he did have fond memories, somewhat.

Though he had hated it all, that was the purpose, to make it so they didn't fear pain, and so they could endure it. He wasn't forced to stay in the training, he could of left at anytime he wanted like, anyone else, but he had stayed and so did most of the unit he was in. He believed thirteen or it may have been sixteen trainees dropped out, not being able to take it, or because they had been too badly hurt. From what he could recall, one soldier may have had his hip or pelvis broken, but enough said.

Anyways he hated Friday due to his mercs and him having to do hand to hand combat exercises with Spetsnaz trainees or veterans. They may of all graduated at some point from an academy but that wasn't an excuse to get sloppy and grow lazy, they had to keep in shape and retain all their skills.

He stretched his fingers out on his sore hand, remembering what he had done the night before. Out of all the other mercenaries in the R.M.C. he was the most accomplished in hand to hand combat. In the drills the night prior he was going against one of their newest replacements who had just finished up his tours in the Spetsnaz. To wrap up this quickly, the recruit and him had gone at it hard, the recruit was bigger and stronger than him so he implied systema spetsnaz, which he had somewhat messed up. He meant to redirect the recruits kick but the boot landed right into the underside of his forearm and got his tendons, so now his hand and entire arm hurt like crazy. He had won by using his fueled up frustration and giving a good uppercut punch with his injured hand, which had caused it to ache as it did now. That was only a night ago, and he was glad he had the weekends off for a multiple amount of reasons.

After Silver's mercenary corporation was in no littler words demolished, due to a certain relation of his, he had founded the R.M.C., but not before he returned home to his family. All this came after his daring escape from Interpol, which he had left with a bullet wound to his side, making it a more dramatic escape then he had wished. The wound even to this day ached, and the doctors had told him to get used to it, because the wound was as healed as it was possibly going to get. That had been nearly a year, or year a half ago, it was early so his mind wasn't so good with time at the present.

Wanting to get up and move about he tried to sit up but found that he couldn't without disturbing the other occupant of the bed. A smile crept onto his face, and he laid back, wrapping an arm more tightly around his wife's waist, he changed his mind and decided to stay in bed.

The coyote started to purr as he ran a hand through her elbow length light brown hair. At least one of them was getting a full night's sleep. Her head was resting on his chest and one of her arms was wrapped around his neck. Her tail tightened around his and she shuffled the leg draped between his which made him chuckle underneath his breath. He felt a sharp stinging twinge as she nipped the underside of his jaw, he smiled from that.

"Mmmmmmm," he heard her murr, and snuggle closer into his embrace.

"Ty takaya krasivaya," he breathed, moving a strand of her hair from her face.

"Spasibo vy lyubite," he heard his wife murmur to him.

"Morning Shayush," Silver breathed to his mate.

"Morning lyubimyj," she purred, feeling one of his clawed hands running up and down the length of her spine tenderly.

Shasha got up somewhat so she was resting on her elbows and hovering over her husband, barely an inch separating their muzzles. Without hesitation or waiting for permission, because he already knew what she wanted, he pressed his hand firmly into her back and placed the other at the back of her head smashing their lips together. He smirked in the lip locked passion when he heard her moan when his tongue caressed hers

Not knowing this but just like his twin he was wearing a pair of black boxer shorts. While his wife wore a pair of her own boxer shorts that rode higher up her thigh, showing off her long gracious legs, while her upper half was covered by her halter top-crop top, which she had made with help from a pair of scissors. It may have been cold most nights but they had gotten used to it.

When they pulled apart her green eyes were staring into his chocolate ones adoringly. "Why you awake so early?" she mumbled, still feeling sleepy.

"I don't know, I just woke up and haven't been able to go back to sleep," he hummed as she started to rack her claws up and down his chest.

"Nightmare?" she questioned carefully, knowing he didn't like to bring his nightmares up. Mostly because he didn't want to worry her.

"No…..I just woke up, feeling very awake. Guess I'm too used to sleep deprivation, ehh," he stroked the length of her muzzle, causing her to lean into his hand and close her eyes. His wife had a peaceful look on her face that was enough for him to be happy. When her eyes opened once again he saw that her green eyes were studying his and he inwardly groaned.

"No, it was a nightmare wasn't it," she mumbled. She could read him by his eyes and he still didn't understand how she could do it.

"I did, but it's nothing to trouble you about."

"I…..I know you don't like it when I push you on such things, but I just want to help," she said softly.

"I know you do Shayush, but I just don't want to bother you with these things. You know how extreme and strange my nightmares can get, and I don't want to relive them," he spoke in a gruff undertone.

"Can I ask you this?"

"It depends on what it is you ask of me," he stated seriously. "But I will always tell you the truth, no matter what that question is," he said his voice going back to a soothing and gentle tone.

"Did it have something to do with us, our family, Seunom and me?" when she saw the glint in his eye and how they slightly darted away from her, she knew what the answer was, he was nervous so that was enough for her.

"Yes," he breathed. This nightmare had seemed so real, and he was glad that it wasn't. He pulled her closer to him, protectively, but mainly so he could reassure himself that this was the real world.

Silver could still smell smoke from their house which had been set ablaze. He could feel the ravenous flames licking at his fur and skin with the unbearable heat, eager to swallow anything that it came across. But that wasn't the worse, his dream had dragged him further into the horrid hell. He could hear screaming in the distance, and he knew like in all dreams who it was, and his blood had frozen, in fear and in rage.

He dimly remembered looking up at the sky, and though at the time he didn't think much on it, it was spilled a deep crimson, resembling a deep lake of blood. And it wasn't just the sky, the clouds, the trees, his body, the grass, everything around him was red, like how some movies portrayed a fire, everything was a reddish or dark pinkish color, but that's how his eyes saw things.

But as he continued to the scream, whines, and begging he soon regretted it, though he had no choice, he wished he could of wrenched his mind from this hell that he was forced to witness. The house, his home that his family and him lived in was not just on fire, but on fire and it seemed as though sections of the house had been scattered about the forest where they lived. The first place this nightmare had stopped him at was what resembled his son's room. He had been forced to look at what had been his cub, who was no more than a bloodied corpse. Sure he had seen dead children in his days in the RMF, but nothing could prepare him for seeing his son, dead, lifeless, gone, cold and utterly still in this world.

It took a lot to get to Silvestre, but he had started to weep and ball his heart out in anguish and a deep sorrowful agony, which he had never experienced in his life. Whatever this was about he had no wish to take part in it, and he had a sinking feeling when he been able to only slightly calm himself down that this had all been his fault. When he had reached out for his mangled and torn apart child the destroyed room which had been on fire collapsed on itself and he had found that he had been moved outside and watched as it collapsed.

Nothing could stop him from his legs continuing on its trek and he was forced to watch and witness what he had apparently caused. This second journey into hell did not last as long as it did when he arrived to his sons room, or it might have, he did not know. His attention had been grabbed as he looked at the flames to his left and right which had taken shapes and forms, flaming memories of his past. Some were of him shooting those that had surrendered just so he could make a point or shut his enemies up, others were of the mindless acts of rage which he had no memories of, so it was like watching himself from the outside. At a point on this walk a figure had walked in front of him and had started to back pedal, and it was him, but different. For one his fur was on fire and his eyes had become two orbs of coals, sinister and evil looking. It had left after some time, and he was starting to lose himself to this nightmare.

The last scene he had come across was of his wife being pinned down by a creature or it may have been a man he once knew. Shasha had tears in her eyes and there were cuts and claw marks across her body, bleeding profusely. Her naked body writhed and jerked in pain filled pleasure as the man was forcing himself upon her. He couldn't do anything but watch as this happened and he so desperately wanted to snap this creatures neck, to rip his throat out with his fangs, to dig his claws into hest chest and pull his ribs apart and expose the man's insides to the world, but he could not do any of these things, he was as solid to the spot the dream put him as a mountain is to its ranges, and he could not even close his eyes, for his eyelids seemed to no longer exist or cooperate with his brain.

What made this even more unbearable was that the man punched his wife every time she tried to struggle, every time she got a footing and tried to get away. She was being beaten and was ravaged even harder. Her screams were like white hot serrated knives cutting into his soul and heart, and yet he could do nothing to ease her pain. She started to sob and scream his name, begging that he would show and save her but he did not come for her, he could not. He prayed to Iisus that this nightmare would end.

It had only gotten worse, at the end he had fallen to his knees now being able to freely move, but he could not because of the grief from what happened next. The demon or creature, the monstrosity from the darkest pits of hell itself had, when it had finished with Shasha, had dug it's talon like claws into her throat and ripped her throat open. The blood had gushed from the wound and she spoke no more, she was gone, she was murdered in front of him.

The demon of this world before it had left had walked over to him and stood above him in a menacing and domineering way, Silver hoped he could have been next but it had chuckled darkly to him and said to him in its most menacing and cruel voice.

"Take comfort in this Silvestre Cooper, at least you are still alive," it had said this in the most teasing and somewhat gleeful manner it could. "You can relive this moment over and over till the day you die, knowing full well that this was your fault, that this could of all been avoided."

"Kill me!" Silver had hissed to it, his Russian accent was thick in pain.

"Ahhh, Silver is that all the thanks I get for this. Now you can concentrate on what really matters, yourself, doesn't that just sound wonderful. You can live out the rest of your miserable days in peace and not have to worry about a single person besides your own wretched skin," at that it started to laugh in a hysterical sadistic laugh, and it had left him at that.

Silver had somehow managed to make his way to where Shasha was and he collapsed on his knees and scooped the women he loved into his arms and held her close, looking upon how now mutilated body, but he could only stare into the soulless and empty eyes of his lover, his companion, his friend, and the mother to their child. She had been his everything, she was the one who had helped him out of the dark when he was lost. She had given him a family, love, and a reason to live again, and now she was gone. Silver had started to weep and sob like he never had done before, the tears fell like a river, never stopping. This was even worse than when his parents had been murdered.

He had clutched onto his wife, not letting her leave his grasp, and finally as though it was some miracle that this was just some kind of cruel joke on his soul he had awoke and found that everything was as he left it the night before. His wife was snuggled against him and sound asleep, content and warm, and his son was in a room over, asleep and very much alive. Before she had woken up he had held her close to him, his arms around her lovingly and protectively.

"I won't ask, I can see it's bothering you, and I don't want to know," Shasha said to him soothingly. This made Silver break out of his stupor and look down at his coyote who was cuddled happily against him. He tightened his embrace around her, and she looked up questioningly, but he didn't answer the silent question.

"Thank you, and I just can't tell you, it would be too hard for me to talk about it," he spoke softly, tears building up in his eyes but he repressed them. She saw the shiny glint in his eyes and she knew he was trying not to cry. It was rare to ever see or catch him crying, he always tried to remain stoic with those emotions around others, including her.

She placed a hand on his muzzle, and he looked down at her, after he placed one of his larger hands on hers. "You don't have to always hide your pain, it's not good for you."

"I know, but I don't want you worrying about me, my problems don't have to be yours."

"It's not working," she said with a small, warm smile.

"So what can I do to get these things off your mind, hmmm," he hummed, his eyes glued to her longingly.

"Just be yourself around us, your family," she removed her hand from his face and rested it above his heart. "I like seeing you without your walls, it lets me see the real you," she said in a soft undertone.

"Why do you wish to see this side of me?" he asked seriously, but not in a menacing or angered tone, he was curious to her request.

"I want to be with the real you silly," her feminine giggle made a smile twitch from his lips, he could listen to her giggles, laughs and chuckles all day. He didn't know why but they always seemed to calm him.

"Is that so," he pressed his nose against hers a playful challenging look in them.

"Da," she said simply with a small curt nod. She bashed her eye lashes up at him and lowered her ears modestly, in way that made her appear very alluring.

"How can I ever say no to you moy krasivaya zhena?"

"You can't, and if you do as I ask, you and I get to play," she said in a sexy tone, albeit a tired one.

"I am so lucky to have you in my life, my love," he buried his muzzle into her neck and kissed her and nipped her adoringly.

"Not as much as I am," she rubbed her muzzle against the side of his face as he continued his affectionate assault on her sensitive and tender neck. "I got everything I ever wanted from a man. You have all the…." the words alluded her because of her husband's tantalizing display of passion. "….things that I could ever hope for. You're my soul mate," she purred, and gasped softly as he nipped where her neck and jaw line met, where it was very sensitive.

"Things? Hmmmm, I don't think I have those," he said thoughtfully. "No I don't think I do," he said in a very soft and warm voice, which melted her insides and made a pleasant shiver run from the tip of her spine to the ends of her pointed ears.

One of his hands ran underneath her top and groped one of her breasts and clutched it firmly, his reward was the moan that escaped her lips. She slapped his chest playfully. "I meant….."

"Money, looks, strength, sexiest body, perfect features, or is it my passionate lovemaking," he listed. She blushed as he switched breasts and kissed her on the lips before he switched to the other side of her neck. She felt a tooth-filled grin against her flesh as she let out a whine.

"Silver you're making me blush," she accused him with an embarrassed and terribly shy voice. She loved mating with her husband, but he still made her blush when he was just being affectionate.

"I know," he brought her muzzle to his and mashed them together again in a tender kiss. When they pulled away. "I know what you meant, qualities."

"Mmmmhmmmm," she hummed, feeling her body tingling all over in a pleasant way.

"You're so beautiful," he said as he looked down at her. Some men he knew told him they just said that to their wives, but he meant it. Yes his wife had an outstanding figure, and was an attractive women, but it was also the beauty inside of her that he loved as well, even more so then her physical appearance, though it was a nice bonus, but it wouldn't of mattered to him.

"Thank you," she said her voice lowering to a soft one. "Do you really think so, my breasts aren't that great."

"Hey, they're perfect," he knew she was self conscious about that. "But that's not what I meant. "You're beautiful on the outside and on the inside, and don't let anyone else tell you differently," he reassured his mate.

"I love you with all my soul," she sighed and nuzzled the underside of his chin, when he stopped with his affections.

"I love you with all my heart," he whispered to her and pressed his lips against her left eyelid, expressing how much he loved her. "You and Seunom are my world," he cooed into one of her ears when he pulled away from the kiss.

"You should really get your rest, you can be quite grumpy when you don't," she smirked. He pulled away and grinned at her, glad that they were moving away from the earlier topic.

"I do not," he gasped in false astonishment, finding it easy to get his mind off such matters with her next to him and playing around.

"You can't lie to me," she giggled as the hand on her back trailed down to the base of her tail and started to squeeze it.

"How'd you figure?"

"In all the years we've been together, you've hid things from me but you've never lied," she purred as she felt his hand stroking her tail. "I hope you never do either, It would change my opinion on you and I don't want that," she said softly, in a sweet and innocent voice, yet Silver could pick up some anxiety in her tone.

"Don't let the thought cross your mind," he reassured. "I love you too much to ever have that happen, and you're right, I can't lie to you," he nuzzled her muzzle with his own. "Where would that get me?"

"A cold bed and a very unhappy wife," she purred jestingly.

"I don't doubt that," he laid his head back, and closed his eyes for a moment.

"Nice, having the bed to ourselves again, though I do miss having our son in the same room with us, I like keeping an eye on him," he thought aloud.

"I know, but it was time for him to start sleeping in his own room, in his own bed…..well crib," she said, as she snuggled back into her warm bed of fur and muscle.

"Thank you," he said softly.

"For what?"

"For marrying me a mental case and killer, and being there for me, for blessing me with a child, a family," he said just as softly. "And for loving me, even with all the things we've been through."

Shasha's eyes peered up at her husband's face, not knowing how to respond to his words. "I don't know what to say to that."

"Nothing Shayush, you don't have to say anything to that," he craned his neck and kissed her forehead before returning his head to the pillows. "You and Seunom are my world, and no one's going to take that away from me, He closed his eyes once again, feeling ready for sleep. "Ya lyublyu tyebya fsyem syertsem," he breathed.

"Ya lyublyu tyebya fsyei dushoj," the female retorted, feeling her mate dozing off from the slow rise and fall of his chest. It was good having him to herself and just home with her and their son. Speaking of which he had an idea, and now that the thought was on his mind he wasn't going to be able to get any sleep till he did this.

"Shash?" he whispered, not knowing if she was already asleep.

"Mmmmm," she hummed.

"You don't mind if I bring Seunom in here do you?"

"Why?" she opened an eye and looked up so she was looking at the underside of his muzzle. "And no I don't mind if you bring him in."

"It has something to do with my dream and I just want him here with us so I know he's safe."

"Alright, but make it quick, I don't like sleeping in a cold bed, especially when you're not in it."

Without anything else said he was out of the bed and he was back in two minutes or it may have been less than that. He got underneath the covers as quietly and slowly as he could so he didn't wake up the little tyke. When he was comfortable and laying on his back, his son snuggled into his chest letting out a soft whimper. Silver placed a hand on his back protectively. He felt the covers move and his son was covered up to his neck so he wouldn't catch a cold. His wife then snuggled into his side and rest her muzzle above their sons head.

She looked down at him happily, and ran a hand through his short hair, he looked so much like a coyote but she could tell that he would have his father's looks when he was older. Their pup started to purr happily as she ran her thumb across his small muzzle. He snuggled further into her husband's warm chest fur, and her smile broadened, she was content with her lot in life and couldn't ask for anything more, well maybe another pup or two. This made her smile evilly in the inside, she was sure she could convince her husband to agree. She did a double take and thought about it, seeing where they live, having another child might be a bad idea, but the reward would be worth all the trials and problems they would have to face. She wanted to have a daughter of her own, but she wasn't sure what her husband would think.

The mother kissed the top of her sons head happily. She loved her son very much, he was one of the highlights of her life. Even if they had a daughter she would love them both the same, she couldn't imagine upsetting her pup. She shook the thoughts away and kissed his head gently again before she closed her eyes and rested against her mate. Everything was quiet for a time and she was starting to doze off once again, that was till she felt the arm around her waist tighten.

"I'm going to miss him when he moves out," Silver mumbled out sadly, thinking of that day that was still far away.

"I will too, but I'm sure he'll turn out well, he'll probably keep in contact with us frequently and come over for special occasions and such," she said thoughtfully, her mind wondering on such matters herself. She was thinking on bringing up what she had been thinking about, but didn't know how to go about it.

"You know, we could always have a litter or two," he said very softly. She looked up at him her eyes wide with what looked to be surprise. "I….If you want to that is, I won't force that on you," he said nervously.

"Silver, I want to have a baby girl," she said almost in a whisper.

"Anything for you," he kissed her on the lips. "When do you want to start trying? And how long has this been on your mind?"

"Maybe after your next assignment, if you can spend a couple of weeks home," she said dreamily and feeling her insides flutter. Silver was so willing to do anything for her if it made her happy. "It's also been on my mind for the past two weeks."

"You could of asked me then, and I would have said yes," he said in a false scolding tone. "Anyways the house does feel a bit empty. I mean I'm content with just us three," he nuzzled their pup's cheek which made him squirm and let out a small whine, which made them both chuckle. "But it would be nice to have one or more pups, and Seunom would have some brothers and sisters to play with," his wife kissed him suddenly, a very happy look in her eyes and on her face.

"If you keep talking like that, I won't mind having three more," she said seductively.

"Looks as if everything is looking in my favor, huh?" he laid his head back once again that morning and closed his eyes with a soft sigh. He was ready for bed now.

"I wouldn't say that Sil," she smirked up at him, but he couldn't see it.

"And why's that?"

"You have to do all the hard work," she felt him tighten his arm around her waist.

"Don't think I'm going to make it easy for you," he growled playfully. The coyote rolled her eyes and then closed them, wanting to sleep now. Silver rubbed and ran his claws delicately over his sons back, who was under the comforters, well except his head that was. Though the pup was small his purrs were decently loud. He started to drift to sleep with a content and relaxed smile which were becoming more and more common from him.

"Goodnight my koyoty," he felt her smile against his chest.

"Morning my handsome yenot," she cooed back, finally going back to sleep. Silver was asleep soon after, feeling better since his family was close to him. He fell back into more peaceful dreams. He hoped he would never relive that nightmare ever again, it was only a bad dream, that wouldn't happen, and he wouldn't allow it to happen either. His tail subconsciously found his wife's and entangled itself with hers before he was truly gone for the remaining hours of the morning.

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