Rori's Corner: Hello, all my Lyon/Gray shippers. I haven't abandoned you guys, so don't worry. This one's going to be a twin-shot, I believe. I wanted a bittersweet story, so I went ahead and wrote this. Unbeta'ed for now.

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Pairing: Lyon/Gray

Summary: At Gray's 21st birthday party, Gray intends to get himself drunk for two reasons: one, because he can. And two, to distract himself from seeing Lyon and Juvia happily together. Then, Gray gets so drunk Lyon has to help him go back home. But what happens when Gray loses all inhibitions and kisses Lyon?

Unrequited

Gray was chugging it down, one throaty gulp after the other. His face was dyeing redder by the second, and he could feel his whole body heat up like he was floating on hot air. He couldn't stop himself from drinking in more and more of the addictive substance. He couldn't deny himself the burning liquid and his insatiable thirst for more alcohol. He couldn't control himself at all.

But why should he? It was his twenty-goddamn-first birthday. If he wanted to, he could have asked for a stripper to pop out of his birthday cake. And, knowing his crazy guild mates, they would have gotten him a stripper and an hour lap dance.

But he had held back and decided to have a little get-together with his friends.

A get-together with a shitload of rum, sake, champagne, and all the good crap he waited three years to chug down.

With a satisfied swipe of his tongue, he held up his ninth glass of beer and slammed it down on the table in the Fairy Tail tavern. He unsteadily propped his foot on the bench and slurred out, "O~oi, s-so who's next who – " he hiccuped – "wants to lo~ose to birthday boy, huh?"

"H-hey, Gray, you really need to stop drinking before you faint from too much alcohol on your first night!" a worried, girly voice reached him.

He couldn't figure out who it was in his drunken state, but he remembered that it was definitely a girl. He smiled sluggishly at his own stupidity. A girl? Obviously. A blonde girl?

Wait. Lucy?

He struggled to focus on her face, but he could only see a pair of ultra large brown eyes. They creeped him out.

"Gray!" he heard her again. This time, her hands were on his shoulder and his hand, trying to take away his beloved drink.

"Gerroff," he mumbled, weakly shrugging her off.

"O~oi, Gray, lookie over here," a new, equally drunk voice spoke up next to him.

He glanced at the bright pink hair and immediately discerned the pink ball as "rival." Gray smirked, hiccuped, and tried to refill his glass of quarter-empty Heineken. He succeeded in getting half of the yellow liquid while spilling the rest messily on the table.

The pink ball, also known as Natsu, was snickering evilly to himself. He almost tripped himself while wobbling over to Gray's table. When he finally got to his destination, he hopped up on the bench with both feet, swayed precariously, and then righted himself properly with a loud belch.

Lucy squeaked in disgust, "Natsu!" Honestly, the boys in this guild! she thought to herself.

Natsu leaned on Gray, an arm casually slung around the dark-haired boy's shoulder. "Let's finish up our drinking b...battle. Battle! D~drinking battle! Heheheh..."

Gray hung an arm around his frenemy and garbled out, "About time you, heheh, you pink ball freak."

"Shut the hell up, ya ugly, er, ahahaa, ugly..."

"C-can't even finish yo~our s-sentence, huh?"

"D-don't act all high and m...mighty, you drunk noob," Natsu scoffed as effectively as he could in his current state. He interlocked his arm with Gray's in a mock couple-like gesture as they held each other's drinks to their lips.

Gray was about to retort, when, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a spiky, white-haired individual walking in the tavern with a familiar girl on his arm. He didn't know why, but the sight froze him. With the glass held just centimeters from his lips, all he could see were their clasped hands, the smile on the male's face, and the utter contentment in his eyes. The girl holding hand-in-hand with him was...Juvia. They looked happy.

As if they found pure happiness. As if no one else around them mattered. As if they only had eyes for each other. As if...they were in love.

Gray's heart constricted painfully. He hated himself for feeling this weakness.

He didn't want to admit it to himself, but the sight shook his deepest core, quaked his world, and left a huge dent in the throbbing vessel.

He could suddenly see them all too well, as if the film obscuring his vision disappeared and now he could no longer hide from the killing light. Lyon's matured face, no longer stoic, grinning, and Juvia's eyes, no longer gloomy, smiling – he couldn't unsee this painful scene. They were the last to arrive at Gray's twenty-first birthday party. In their arms were gifts that Gray would probably never open.

They saw him.

He tried to avert his eyes, but it was too late.

Juvia waved at him with a blush.

Lyon nodded at him slightly. The happiness was still in his eyes, but the warmth he showed to Juvia was gone and replaced with a platonic fondness.

A neutral affection.

Gray forced himself to nod back. He noticed Lucy staring at him with concern, and he mentally berated himself. Why did he let his emotions get the better of him? Why did he have to feel these worthless feelings? Why wouldn't they leave him alone?

"Gray," Natsu caught his attention, "stop gettin' distracted. Finish the beer with me."

He snapped himself back to reality, but his blurry mind soon clouded over again when he started drinking. He tried to lose himself in the alcohol, but despite his efforts, he still couldn't shake off the image of Lyon and Juvia together. His chest was too tight.

It was hard to breathe.

How come his vision was blurry, but not blurry enough to smear the sight of Lyon and Juvia holding hands and their happy faces? It wasn't fair.

Clenching his eyes tightly shut, he began chugging more and more, determined to intoxicate himself before the night waned.

Natsu was doing the same, but because his motivation to drink was to a limited degree, he soon conked out on the table, drunk.

"That's enough, both of you," Erza finally decided. She marched over to them and snatched Natsu up by the scruff of his neck, doing the same with Gray.

Lucy stepped forward and took hold of the drunk dragon slayer. She staggered under his muscled weight and muttered in a disgruntled tone, "God, you're heavy. And you tell me to go on a diet. Moron."

"Where are you taking the drunken idiot?" asked the strict rule-keeper.

"To my house," Lucy replied. She sighed. "It's not like Natsu ever goes back to his own anyway."

"Well, that settles one," Erza said, looking at the unconscious Gray hanging loosely in her vice grip. She was contemplating on where to put him, when suddenly someone took hold of the birthday boy and took him from her. Erza stared at Lyon, who had dragged Gray into a standing position, with his body leaning on the taller ice mage for support.

"I'll take care of this," Lyon claimed, gazing undauntingly back into Erza's fiery brown eyes.

"I suppose you know where he lives?"

"Yes. I'll drop him off at his house," he answered and moved to leave the tavern. He talked to Juvia briefly before he left, and the water mage nodded in understanding. She gazed at the drunk ice mage and her lover until they disappeared into town.

Lucy gaped at the retreating back of the tall wizard who had Gray stumbling along with him. She momentarily forgot her own cross that she bore, turning to look at Erza with indignation. "Are you sure it was okay for Gray to go with him?" she whispered. "You know what state he's in right now. He'll only get worse!"

Erza crossed her arms. The velvet dress she wore tonight mirrored her resolute expression very well. "I think it's best they solve their problems. I don't want Gray to hurt, either, but – " she paused, her eyes softening – "sometimes hardships can't be avoided. You eventually have to confront heartbreak." With this said, she turned around to take care of other matters in the guild party.

Lucy understood what Erza meant. After all, she had to let go of a dear friend in spite of her personal feelings. Both times she saw Erza cry were because of Jellal, and knowing that the headstrong woman was not one for fragility made Lucy aware of how difficult it was for the scarlet-haired mage to hold herself together.

And because of this, Lucy worried for Gray.

Lyon had trouble taking his drunk childhood friend home. Being seven years older than Gray due to a circumstance that occurred which made some of the Fairy Tail members lose the same years, Lyon could handle much more alcohol. He had about three glasses, and he could feel only a slight bubbly sensation. Compared to Gray, who got drunk off of ten glasses, he would have to intake thirteen more glasses in order to intoxicate himself completely. Currently, Gray was stumbling every step along the way to his apartment, and Lyon had a tough job with stopping the birthday boy from crashing into every obstacle on the streets.

"S-shit..." the dark-haired ice wizard cursed when he bumped into the wall.

"Get a hold of yourself, drunk idiot," Lyon patronized, and he grabbed Gray's arm, holding him steady.

Gray leaned into him heavily, staggering. "Fuck, can't stand," he slurred.

Lyon got them safely in front of his friend's apartment room, and he swiftly punched in the numbers on the security panel. The door slid open, and he led the drunkard into the living room. Gray had kept his apartment surprisingly tidy, and it didn't seem as if he bothered furnishing his room with decorations. He preferred the austere look.

Gray almost tripped over himself, and Lyon grasped him tightly by his waist before he toppled.

"Didn't I tell you to be careful – " he started, but he couldn't finish, because, all of a sudden, Gray kissed him.

Gray's mouth covered his fully, and his tongue slid in before he had a chance to register the situation. Before he knew it, he was backed into the wall, and his hands were clasped in Gray's. He found that he couldn't resist against the pleasurable sensation of Gray's warm tongue rubbing and licking his mouth. His kiss was undeniably different than Juvia's; whereas Juvia was gentle and hesitant, Gray's was dominating and passionate. They were nothing alike.

But what surprised him the most was that he had never felt so turned on by a simple kiss, and he couldn't help returning it.

He knew it was wrong.

He knew he shouldn't take advantage of Gray in his drunk state.

He knew he was cheating on Juvia.

He knew he had no right to do what he was doing.

And he knew it was wrong, wrong, wrong.

But he couldn't stop himself.

Because the fact of the matter was he had always wanted to kiss Gray the way he was now.

He pushed the doubts away from his mind, fueled on by the heat boiling in his lower region. Even though he knew he shouldn't do this, he also knew that he could never, ever stop when Gray was willingly giving himself to him.

Lyon grabbed the younger ice maker and turned their positions around by pushing the latter flush against the wall. The only sign of resistance was Gray's gasp in surprise. Lyon quickly locked their lips once more, this time making sure he was domineering the kiss. His hands roamed all over the Gray's body, feeling the latter's taut abdomen, the sides of his waist, and his perked nipples. Lyon rubbed his fingers over the hard nubs, and Gray shivered, a little moan rolling off his swollen lips.

The sight turned him on a lot more than he expected. He was getting hard, and he could tell Gray was, too.

They were both sweating. Lyon lowered his head and attached his mouth to the ice user's ear, licking from the top of the outer shell to the lobe. He could feel Gray shudder slightly as his sensitive nerve cells danced at the touch of Lyon's tongue. He nibbled on the skin and proceeded to Gray's neck, sucking on various parts and leaving red marks in his wake. As he continued his ministrations, the room became hotter.

Knowing the cause of this detestable temperature change, he whispered into Gray's ear in a husky voice, "Clothes off."

Gray's face was red, both from alcohol and the situation.

Within seconds, their shirts were off. Lyon groped the now naked flesh of the younger man, feeling his desire spring up at the sight of slightly tan skin. He leaned down, licking a path from Gray's chest to his stomach. He could hear breathless moans coming from the dark-haired boy when his hand rubbed the bulge between his thighs.

"W-wait," gasped Gray.

Lyon raised a brow.

Gray shook his head to clear his mind, and then he dragged them over to the couch. He pushed Lyon down on the furniture, and then he followed, his knees landing on the floor as his hands started undoing the older man's belt.

Realizing what Gray was about to do, Lyon's face colored a bright red. "Stop," he said, grabbing his hands.

Gray shook him off, and he pulled down Lyon's pants to reveal the older ice wizard's navy boxers and a very prominent protuberance.

"Gray..." Lyon warned.

The younger mage shut him up by licking the bulge through the cotton from bottom to top in a slow, tantalizing manner.

Lyon hissed, head thumping back on the couch. Crap, this feels...!

Gray teased him with his tongue and then removed the underwear by pulling it down. Lyon's cock appeared fully erect, a good eight to nine inches and just the right size. The head was swollen and red, glistening with a clear white liquid. The drunk Gray unhesitatingly enveloped his mouth around the head, bringing the salty taste into his mouth. He rolled his tongue around and sucked, tasting the strange salty skin and liquid.

As Gray sucked the head, Lyon could only moan in pleasure. He nestled his fingers in Gray's soft locks of dark blue hair, gently caressing him and unconsciously guiding the younger boy to take him in deeper.

Gray vaguely felt hands tousling his hair as he rubbed his tongue slowly along the shaft. He licked the angry veins while his hands wrapped around the cock. His thumb slid over the sensitive slit as he fisted the member, moving his hand up and down, all the while placing small kisses here and there, careful that his teeth didn't graze the skin too roughly.

Lyon's hips bucked in response, and he couldn't hold back his moans. When did Gray learn to be so good at this...?

Perhaps the alcohol...his reaction to alcohol was to lose all sexual inhibitions?

Either way, if Gray continued sucking him off, he wouldn't be able to hold it off any longer. Knowing this, he took hold of Gray and pulled him onto his lap. Gray sat with his legs parted on each side of his waist, his erection pressing up against Lyon's stomach.

"Lyon...?" he slurred confusedly. His lips were entirely swollen.

Lyon gazed at the puffy lips and kissed them. Gray's arms wrapped around him, and their naked bodies pressed heatedly. He swiftly removed Gray's pants and boxers, exposing his nude bottom, which rested next to his aroused cock.

This would be his first time with a man, but he knew it was going to be painful if he didn't prepare Gray, and because he was doing it with Gray, he wanted to make sure he wouldn't feel any pain. Lyon pressed his index finger against the smaller boy's lips and ordered in a tight voice, "Suck."

Gray's cobalt eyes were glazed over with alcohol and lust. He seemed to understand the command when he complied by taking in Lyon's finger and wetting it with his mouth. He sucked it gingerly, and Lyon shivered as the warm cavern encased his index completely.

When he deemed it wet enough to substitute for a proper lube, he gently removed his finger from Gray's mouth and encircled the ice mage's warm hole with the tip. He slowly pressed it in, feeling the ridges and muscles within. He had to give it his all into remaining in control instead of penetrating Gray roughly like he wanted to.

"Nngh...!" Gray groaned at the uncomfortable feeling in his bottom.

"Relax," said Lyon, as he continued to stretch him out.

Gray grasped his shoulders and held on when Lyon added in another finger. "It hurts!" he cried out, wincing.

Lyon frowned, concerned. Then, he thought up of an idea; he could use water as a lubrication. He made ice cubes and waited for them to melt into his palm. It didn't take too long, and soon he was inserting two digits a little easier into Gray. He tried to distract him from the pain by kissing him, but it only worked up to the second digit.

A devilish idea came into his mind.

Lyon smirked deviously. He wondered just far much he could push the drunk Gray. Well, it wasn't like he was going to get another chance like this. Plus, after this, Gray probably wouldn't talk to him.

So he had to use this situation to his advantage and satisfy himself while it lasted.

"Touch yourself," he whispered into Gray's ear.

Gray's eyes fluttered open, and his dark, glassy eyes met Lyon's narrow irises. As if in a trance, under a spell, Gray's hand moved to wrap around his own straining cock, and he let out a shuddering breath when Lyon inserted a third finger. He jerked himself with a pace that would divert his attention from the strange and painful intrusion, and it was a strange feeling, getting caught between pain and pleasure.

This continued until Lyon's fingers hit a spot inside Gray that made him see stars.

"Ah!" he cried out, the intense feeling rushing into him and causing his body to crave for the impact.

Lyon gazed at the flushed face of the younger ice mage and voiced his thoughts, "Can't hold it anymore. Brace yourself, Gray."

He removed his fingers and lined himself up with Gray. Kissing him chastely, he entered the younger man slowly, wincing as the heat engulfed his head entirely. He almost couldn't control himself when the pleasurable walls enveloped him, but he forced his body to ease in as gently as he could in order to help Gray get accustomed to the new girth.

An unintelligible string of curses flew from Gray's swollen lips when Lyon inched in, little by little, stretching out his inner walls. It was definitely painful, despite having been already loosened somewhat by Lyon's fingers. He couldn't think with the feeling of being knifed into halves radiating from his bottom. Unconsciously, his nails dug into Lyon's shoulders as he dealt with the penetrating feeling.

"Relax," Lyon panted against Gray's chest, forehead resting on the Fairy Tail tattoo. "You're too tight."

"Shut up," Gray groaned, feeling something wet dribbling down his cheek. It was so painful that he was tearing up. "Just," he gasped, "move."

"Gray – "

Lyon found himself silenced by Gray's mouth. The kiss was needy, hungry, and desperate, and Lyon began to move his hips along to the rhythm of their battling tongues. The kiss was sloppy, and when they parted for air, a string of saliva connected their lips.

Gray was panting hard, moaning at the harsh pace Lyon was setting. His sensitive ring of muscles was targeted each time, and the tingling nerves made him shiver every time.

"F-fuck, I can't – " he whimpered, his back arching at a particularly angled thrust that hit his sweet spot squarely.

Lyon kissed his neck and murmured breathlessly, "Let go."

Gray felt a boiling heat travel from his stomach to his twitching member, and he barely held onto Lyon's shoulders when he came, his world seeping away into blinding white light.

"Ah...hah...ngh..." he panted, as the warm spurts of ejaculation emptied from his cock onto Lyon's toned stomach. The intense pleasure drained his energy completely, and he quickly succumbed into darkness, just as a warm rush of something filled his back.

Even though Gray blanked out, Lyon was still wide awake. His heart was thumping madly, and the feeling of being wedged in Gray's warmth was intoxicating. His cum trickled out slowly onto his thighs. The afterglow of their consummation made him want to stay in this position forever.

But he knew this couldn't last.

With a reluctant sigh, he gathered Gray into his arms, standing up with the sleeping birthday boy cradled into him bridal style. He needed to clean both of them up.

After a warm shower, Lyon placed the unconscious ice user on his bed, naked. He covered him up with his blue blanket and turned the lights off.

Now that the bottled up sexual tension was taken care of, Lyon could finally think clearly. He was faced with the consequences; what he should tell Juvia, in what way he should break up with her, what her reaction would be, and what face he could show her after cheating on her with her unrequited love.

But the biggest question was what Gray would do.

His heart clenched painfully at the thought.

Without a doubt, Gray would hate him. He would hate him for taking advantage of him, for cheating on Juvia, and for more reasons. In the end, Lyon knew, that no matter what he did, Gray would continue to hate him.

He gazed down at the peaceful face of his unrequited love.

Gray's dark hair framed his moonlit face, drawing shadows and shades below his long lashes, down his nose bridge, across his high cheekbones, and his lips. He looked serene, his breath even and quiet in the night, his lips smiling. His mouth moved, and Lyon noticed.

"Lyon..."

His heart fluttered.

Did Gray really call his name out in his sleep?

No, he was imagining things.

He turned his back on the sleeping boy. He couldn't bear to look at Gray anymore, because guilt was clouding his mind in a tight hold, weighing him down.

His chest felt constricted.

Even though he knew that everything would change after tonight, even though he knew Gray would hate him, and even though he felt like a truly detestable bastard, he wanted Gray to remember this night.

Because he really did love Gray Fullbuster.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Gray turned over in his sleep, dark blue hair splaying across the pillow and eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Ugh..." he groaned sluggishly, hand reaching out from under the heavenly comforter to paw at the bedside table for the damn alarm. He found it and instantly shut it off with an unceremonious punch that sent the ringing machine sailing into the wall.

Crack.

The ice wizard smiled to himself, satisfied, and he snuggled back under the cover, wrapping the warm blanket around his body. He was about to return to his deep slumber when he felt the tingling of an incoming migraine begin to hammer against his head. He gasped as the throbbing pain started mercilessly attacking his hangover self. Along with the horrible headache, he felt a startling dryness in his throat that could only be satiated by ice cold water.

Waking up due to the pain, Gray forced himself to make ice. A moment later, he was lying back down on the bed with a glass of ice water in his hand.

There was a heavy pounding in his head, his body felt sore, and when he got up earlier, his whole back felt like it was on fire. His ass hurt like hell, too.

"Shit, the fuck happen last night?" he growled, trying to lazily indulge himself in sleep.

It didn't work.

He threw the blankets off irritatedly, and then he saw the red marks all over his body. His eyes widened, mouth agape.

"Bug bites?"

Rori's Corner: So it seems that Gray doesn't remember anything. Too bad, Lyon. Fufufufu~

Yes, yes, this is a story full of unrequited-ness. Juvia likes Lyon, but still harbors unrequited feelings for Gray, while Lyon likes Juvia (in what way? Find out next chapter!) but is unrequited for Gray, and Gray is unrequited for Lyon.

We'll see what happens...~