Disclaimer: I know it, you know it, but hey, let's say it any way. I do not own any rights or even the smallest piece of Fairy Tail. The following was not created for profit, and neither I nor this forum receive any monetary profit from this piece. Let's just take a moment and thank the great Hiro Mashima, without whom we wouldn't have such fun stories and I wouldn't have the chance to try my own writer's hand in a Fairy Tail tale.

Warning: This story contains graphic sexual content between two consenting male characters. If this type of content offends you, don't read it. And if you're a homophobic prick, I don't want to hear it

A/N: Hi all. I originally planned this as a oneshot, but ended up writing enough for a novella, so I decided to split it up into a couple chapters. That way it would be easier to edit, and there would be some structure. With finals and graduation coming up, I'm not exactly sure when I'll get up the rest. In all likelihood, the second chapter will be up within a week or two. Hopefully, you all enjoy it, let me know.

Chapter 1: Broken Ice

Tearing a request free from the board, Gray bit the corner of his bottom lip as he stared at the paper in his hand. He raked his fingers back through his hair, tassling the raven locks. He sighed. It wasn't very clear what the heck the mission was, but he couldn't say no to that reward. "Wild Weather Flux," whatever that meant. The only real detail on top of that was the magic request. He ran his thumb quickly over the black words on the old rough beige parchment.

BOTH FIRE AND ICE MAGES NEEDED

Well, he shrugged. Guess there wasn't much to it then. "Hey Natsu! Grab your shit!"

Across the Fairy Tail hall, the fire dragon rested his chin on the bar, his forest green eyes ablaze with a terrifying intensity. His hand shook slightly, raising a playing card to the tip of the tower. He growled, his hand freezing as his eyes darted to the request board and the almost naked icemake prick. "I'm busy frost-for-breath!" Returning his burning set to the pyramid of cards on the bar, Natsu squinted at the sixth tier. Ever so slowly, the jack of spades in his palm floated over the paper structural supports. The edge just leaned against its kin meeting at a slight kiss, when.

"What're are you doing squinty-eyes?" Slamming his palm on the bar, Gray scooted a hip onto a barstool and smirked as Natsu jumped. The tower of cards ignited in a jet of flame, shooting high into the air. Black char, wafted down on them. Gray fisted a hand over his mouth, letting out a cough. He shook the instant rain of ash from his hair just as curling pieces of playing cards danced by. On some, the edges still burned, glowing an embery red. The eyes of the queen of hearts locked onto Gray's as it rocked past his face before they too were engulfed in the inferno.

"You asshole!" Lunging off his stool, clawed a hold on Gray's bare shoulders, throwing them both crashing to the ground.

Gray groaned as his shoulder blade hit the hard floor, the shock running a numbing spike through his entire back. "Gods, flame-brain, calm down."

"You son-of-a-"

"Where'd my cards go?"

Natsu blinked, turning slowly to see Cana, hands on her hips next to no less than six barrels of beer stacked in a teetering tower next to her table. Her eyes scanned, a hawk on prey.

"Is something wrong with my little baby darling, the apple of—"

Shoving a palm in Gildarts face, she threw him back on his ass. "Shut up, I don't need you going all super-father goo-goo on me. Hey, has anyone seen my cards? I left 'em right here on the table."

Pressing himself flatter to the ground, Natsu tried to hide from the spotlights of searching glances from everyone in Fairy Tail. Indeed, he only ended up in pressing himself closer to Gray, fitting his body against the curves of the cold pale skin under him. "Gods! Come on, hurry, let's get out of here!" Natsu's fiery green eyes darted around. "How the heck do we get out of here!?"

Underneath him, Gray smirked. A light shone in his frigid blue eyes. "Get off me, you heavy fire-breath asshole!" Shoving Natsu up, Gray sprang to his feet, clenching his fists at his, cold frost snapping clouds around his fingers. Before the pink-haired dragon slayer knew what was going on, he was sailing through the air. The ice slammed into him and continued to send him flying as it grew as piercing lances from Gray's palm. He managed to catch the wink over Gray's crystal blue eye before he flew past the main door. He fell back into the dirt, sliding for feet, gauging the earth with his sharp claws as dust flew.

A chair flew past Gray's nose. He froze, his smile wavering as the Fairy Tail hall erupted. Apparently, his icy lance was a gun shot signaling the start of the races. Dropping into a squat, he just managed to miss the lip of the table hurling through the air. He laughed at that, but it quickly fell as dread set in. Something cool and pasty slapped against the side of his head, coating his face. When the sweet sugary taste of strawberry icing touched his tongue, he cursed. Slamming his fists together, he formed an ice plough and threw himself through the chaos.

Just as he reached the edge of the hall, he heard the roar of the enraged Titania. Gray tumbled, falling to the ground, rolling for feet before he was able to get his feet under him again, and threw himself into a sprint toward the finish line. A whining whistle split the air behind him, growing like a runaway train. "Shit!" Gray spun.

Thunk.

Wide eyed, Gray stared at the vibrating steel of the sword embedded deep into the wood inches from his nose. The hilt shook with the ferocity of its owner, quaking from the impact. He glanced back the bar to see hundreds of lethal blades forming in the air, a spiky deathly cocoon. Ducking underneath the still shaking sword, Gray threw himself through the door.

Breathing hard, he doubled over, planting his palms on his knees. Beside him, Natsu laughed merrily. "Well, that's one way of getting out of there."

"Speak for yourself! Gods – ah – Erza nearly skewered me!"

"Hmph, that's what you get for ruining my pyramid."

"You ruined it."

"Bastard."

"Squinty-eyes!"

"Droopy-eyed stripper!"

"Flame-brain!"

Natsu's brow bumped and he smiled cheekily. "Damn straight. Now what's the job?"

Frowning, Gray searched Natsu's green eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"Uhh, the request sticking out of your waistband?"

It took Gray several more panting breaths before he looked down to find that the old worn parchment really was stuffed half-in his boxer briefs. "Well, I didn't exactly have a pocket did I?"

"You would have if you weren't a stripping freak."

"Bite me." Tugging the job request free from his underwear, Gray held out the form to the bratty fire mage.

Natsu cocked an eyebrow back at him. "You expect me to take that after you had it stuffed in your undies?"

Fighting back the rosy blush spreading across his alabaster cheeks, Gray mumbled, "don't say 'undies'." Gods. "Okay, look, here. It's something about weather, but they need both a fire and ice user. So it's right up our alley, right?"

"Hmm, I guess. Doesn't say much, does it? Woah, how big is the reward?" The wide smile tugged back to his ears as he snatched the paper from Gray's hand. "Seven thousand mil—mill—thousand—five—uhhh."

Gray let out an exacerbated sigh. "Gods, you really are an idiot." Rolling his eyes, Gray chuckled to himself. "Don't worry about the number. It's a lot of fucking zeros, that's all that you need to remember."

Snorting a small jet of flame out of his nostrils, Natsu gave the icemake wizard an unamused glare before he nodded sharply. "I'll go get my pack."

Natsu groaned, tugging his vest tighter over his chest as the frigid air cut like small vicious daggers across his bare skin. He buried his chin in his scarf, feeling worn and raw from the constant onslaught of frozen wind. Beside him, Gray just stuffed his hands in his pockets and continued his lazy stroll along the mountain path. "Fucking bastard," the dragon mumbled into his scarf. "At least have the decency to act like you're cold! Put a goddamn shirt on!"

Shoulders bouncing as he chuckled, Gray gave the fiery man a long laughing look. "What is the fire dragon a little cold? Aren't you the one who's always spouting that shit about being a furnace and never feeling the cold?"

"This isn't some normal snow storm. This weather is ridiculous! And it doesn't feel right. Besides . . . it's a helluvalot colder than your little ice tricks." By the sting that flashed across those two blue crystal eyes, Natsu grinned as he watched the insult hit its mark.

"Well, I was planning on making a lot more distance today, but if someone can't handle a little low temperature, I guess we'd better settle in for the night." Truth be told, the elements were wearing on the icemake wizard as well. Not so much the cold, but the constant whipping wind which stung his eyes and chapped his lips. Though, the cold itself. It wasn't natural. It didn't feel right. But hell if he was going to admit that to the flame-brain. Fisting a hand over an open palm, ice exploded out, digging into the snow-ladened mountain side. The cold walls shot up, lifting the snow as a cold canopy over the small ice inlet he formed.

Natsu continued to mumbled as he crawled into the small man-made ice-cavern, but was thankful for it. Inside its wall, the wind couldn't bite and snap at him. Yet he still felt cold. So cold. "Need fire."

"Yeah," Gray sighed, dropping back onto the ground with a huph. "But, we don't have anything to burn and if you use your magic, you'll just end up making yourself colder from the exertion."

Grumbling because he knew Gray was right, and because it was Gray who was right, Natsu tore into his pack. Fishing out a thin blanket, he bit his lip. Gods, if he knew it was going to be this cold he would've packed something a lot warmer. Hell, he would've brought the whole comforter set off his bed. The blanket flapped through the air as he set it about himself, twisting it like a cloak clasped at his throat. He pulled his knees to his chest, the hem of the blanket skimming his ankles.

Gray laid his bare back against the ice wall, his arms crossed across his chest as he nodded off. His legs felt a little rubbery and numb. He'd over-done it the last couple of days – hell, they both did. This wasn't just some storm. It was like the entire balance of the currents were off through the entire mountain range. His cheek fell to his corded shoulder. At least he hoped they both did. There was no way the flame-brain was less exhausted than he was. Screw their rivalry. It was getting to the point of just being stupid. But, he wasn't freakin' going to lose now – no way in hell's bathroom – no, they'd end this rivalry when Natsu crumbled. Softly nodding to himself in absent agreement, he slid down against the wall until the ice caught him, his head lolling in sleep.

His eye creaked open. Gods, what was with all the noise? Gray blinked, wearily, his vision a blurry shroud. Natsu? He blinked a few more times to clear his eyes. Across the ice cave, the fiery dragon quaked, his arms shaking horribly. His fangs chattered overcutting the whipping fury of the wind slicing against the cave's mouth with a cacophony of sharp clacks as his body shook. "Natsu?"

Across the room, Natsu didn't so much as raise his face to look at Gray.

"Wh-wh-wha – oo – d – d – do – in?" (What you doing?)

"For body warmth." Gray mumbled, sliding underneath Natsu's blankets, wrapping his arms around the quaking frame.

"G – g – g – ge – eh – t o – o – f –fff mmmmmmm." (Get off me). Though, Natsu tucked his head in the nape of the icemake wizard's neck, shifting and pressing himself against Gray's bare smooth skin. Gray's arms rubbed rhythmically up and down the shivering dragon's back, his palms running soothing circles over the vest.

After a while, Gray sighed heavily with the retreat of the tremors wracking Natsu's limbs. "Take off your clothes." His voice was soft and low, rolling in the dark cave like a double bass' breath.

"Wh-What? I'm not a freaking stripper like you!"

"Just take them off, Natsu. It will help warm you up."

"How the hell does taking off my clothes help warm me up!?"

Gods, Natsu really was an idiot. "Body heat, Natsu. My body will warm you up. It'd work better if you weren't wearing anything, just skin to skin."

"Like hell!" Natsu jerked, but he still felt far too cold to beg his frozen body to move. Damn, the icy-ass bastard really was the warmest thing in the cave. "Just th-the vest."

"Natsu, I'm serious, just take off all your clothes. I'll help."

"Just the vest! I'm not queer! You freak! Keep your hands to yourself!"

Gray's ears hitched back and his voice dropped all color of tone. Deadly he agreed, "just the vest."

"Mmmmm." Natsu sighed contentedly as the heat slowly washed back into his body. He felt as the shore, waiting on the tide's return. Gray's hands rubbed and squeezed over his arms, trailing the blood back up to his chest, where he ran his palms in rigorous circles. "Ha, that actually is feeling much better. Thanks, Gray. Gray?" Natsu shifted staring up at the pale face. From the mouth of the cave, silver rays of moonlight bathed them, casting Gray's face in an ethereal glow. Though, his eyes looked empty, hollow, as they stared at the far wall of the cavern. "Gray?"

"Are you feeling warmer?"

"Yeah, tha—"

"Good."

"Gray?" Natsu frowned hard. Gray's hands continued to weave heat back into his torso, but he was far away. His eyes were set somewhere else. Biting his lip, Natsu snuggled against the toned body next to him.

The morning hit Natsu like ringing slap against his raw skin. He squinted, jerking a hand over his eyes. Damn it was bright! And when he finally managed to open his eyes beyond slits, he saw why. The world outside their cave shone, unbearably bright. The light hit the snow and ice, turning the ground into slicing blades of blinding light. "Gray?"

"You're up."

Natsu flinched. The unbearably intense light hadn't returned life to Gray's hollow blue eyes. Neither did it bring any sense of inflection or feeling into his words. "Gray, what's wrong?"

"Can you keep a small fire going? I want to cook breakfast."

"Uhh, sure, I'm feeling much better now. What's up with you?" But Gray just turned his back, fishing out a pouch bound with a simple woven rope. He picked at the knot, crouching down, facing the ice wall. "Come on, what's got a stick up your butt?"

"I think we should eat and get to the summit." Standing, Gray let the pouch and the rest of the food store fall lifeless into his pack. "I want to get this mission over and done with. And be done with you."

"Wh-huh?"

"Get the fire going."

"What did you mean by that?"

Gray just stared at the small fire tingling out from Natsu's palm. He slid the compact pan over the tiny wavering flames. He picked his share of the warm meat off the cast-iron, before settling back against his pack and taking a large chomp. Throwing the last bite down his throat, Gray sighed. "Let's get going."

"Not before you tell me what your problem is!"

"I knew you were stupid but I didn't realize you were an ignorant idiot. I have a very low threshold for that type of idiocy, Natsu, so let's just get this job done with."

"What are you talking about?" Natsu blinked slowly, completely confused. Though, he couldn't get any more out of his cold icy nakama. They hiked through the morning, trudging through mound upon sleet. Throughout the hours, Gray maintained a distance, keeping a healthy five meters separation. And it burned. Natsu growled, igniting the air around him, suddenly melting the stoic white snow into a flashflood. He smirked back at the depressingly bland face of the icemake wizard as the water crashed into him back down the trail.

But, his amusement ended as the water froze a new shiny hide of the earth, and the placid mask Gray wore didn't so much as twitch out of place.

With the sun dipping low, the two sat for a small dry dinner under a tree stripped bare by the element's wrath. Spindly crooked branches hung as broken bare bones over their heads, the bark worn smooth of the wind's teeth. Throwing a couple berries back into his throat, Natsu scowled at his silent companion. Finally, his fist slammed into the cold barren ground, fire sparking and spitting off his skin. Summer fireworks danced into the air. "That's it! Tell me what the hell is wrong!"

A small arch formed on Gray's brow as he leaned back against the long withered trunk of the worn white tree. He closed his eyes peacefully. "I've got nothing to say."

"Bullshit!" In two pounding, digging steps, Natsu towered over Gray, his lip twitching in a snarl. Dropping to a crouch, he fisted his hand with the collar of Gray's plain black tee.

Those crystal blue eyes split open with a small laughter shining in the azure oceans just as he scoffed. "What, are you going to hit me?"

"I will unless you take your head out of your ass!"

The corner of Gray's lips bent. He slammed the heels of his hands into the dragon's chest, sending him sprawling on his back. Before Natsu could spring back to his feet, Gray twisted, shouldering his pack. "Let's find a place to make camp."

Natsu growled. With the last light of the day dying over the mountainside, the snowy tundra lost its brilliant life. And Natsu's fist cracked against Gray's temple.

It took a couple minutes for the ringing in his ears to cease, and his eyes to focus. Gray blinked stupidly at the snow his face was buried in. Trailing fingers up the side of his head, he felt a warm stickiness and brought them down to find them coated, shining red in the starlight. His hair whipped back as the wind picked up again. Dispassionately, he glanced up at Natsu who still seethed over him, his fists clenched in tight ready balls at his sides. "Fuck the reward money." He'd do the job himself.

Gray shoved himself to his feet. The world spun. Clenching his teeth tight, Gray managed to grab the strap of his pack, even though his body threatened to teeter over with each movement. He blinked. Stars shot out across his vision. Shit. How hard did he get hit? Without a word, he walked off into the early night, leaving a battle-ready and fearsome dragon at his back.

He cursed. His leg collapsed, sending him crashing down on a knee. "Fuckin' a." Closing his eyes until the universe stopped its wild spin, Gray absently wiped the small rocks free of his skin from where they tore through his jeans. Forcing himself back on unsteady feet, he trudged over a small blind.

That was when he took the step he shouldn't have. He knew better. It was a dumb move. Or at least, those were Gray's passive calm thoughts as he spiraled down the icy slope. His boot had slid out on the sheet ice, sending him flying. In a chaotic spin of twisting limbs and nauseating acceleration, Gray sped down the jagged hill, the stars twinkling their laughter in a world so far away overhead.

When the ground finally leveled out, Gray sped out across flat ice, a spiraling puck struck in a game of nature's hockey. His legs and arms stretched out wide as he spun, until after what seemed like an eternity on the worst carnival ride ever, he slid to a stop on the flat ice. Sighing, his skull cracked back against the non-yielding cold. And he stared at the stars high, high above. A small smile graced his lips, but that fell with the first crack.

The split echoed through his skull like a gunshot bouncing around between his ears. Underneath his hand, the ice splintered. "Shit." Gray froze, holding his breath in his lungs. Biting his cheek hard, he reeled back through his spinning mind. Gods! Damn fucking Natsu! How hard had he been hit!? He couldn't find a single handhold on the tendrils of his magic. Under his back, the earth shifted and a long wracking slice through the mantle split down his spin.

"Screw it!" It was either sit there for eternity and wait for the plunge to come or fight for the slim chance free now. In a quick motion, he jammed the heel of his boot and palm into the ground, sending him in an icy barrel roll.

The world tilted.

The splintering spiderweb that had formed under his palm gave way with the impulse, shattering a wall. The slab tilted drawing into the water's splashing cold clutch. Gray continued to roll, but as he climbed, he slowed. The edge towered over his shoulder tilting to the sky. Cursing, Gray lanced his arm out. His shoulder seared, his fingers latching onto the jagged edge of the ice shelf. He managed two ragged breaths. Gods, that was close.

The shelf started to slide into the watery abyss. The cold water lapped at the edge of the ice as it continued to tilt past the breaking point. Gray flashed one panicked look at the solid ice six feet away. Six feet away. Only six feet. It was miles away. As Gray's eyes closed, the ice bucked, flipping over in a flash. The water swallowed Gray in a gulp.

He was surrounded by black. He couldn't see a thing. Above him the solid mass of ice was an unbreakable wall. Gray stared at it almost passively as the cold took him. Gods, it was colder than ice, colder than anything he ever felt. And it pulled at him, sucking out all he was through his body.

Trying one last time to reach his magic, Gray let his head loll in the frozen world. As his eyes closed, a small smile played on his lips. At least he would die quickly, and die with his element. What else could he ask for?

But, a star's light shone beyond his eyelids, lighting the sky as a fiery sun come to earth. Gray grumbled internally. What the heck was marring the frozen world? He felt the heat as it poured around him. Damn, it was so peaceful. So comfortably numb.

"Damn it, you frozen popsicle, open your damn eyes! Come on!" Natsu growled ferociously, pounding on the frozen man's blue-tinged chest. "Damn it." Pressing his ear to the cold skin, Natsu set his fangs in a snarl. "Fuck you if you think you can go and just die on me ice-for-brains!" Fisting his hands together, they glowed crimson in the biting cold air as he smashed them down over Gray's heart. "Come on, droopy eyes! Damn it, open your droopy eyes!"

Natsu's chest heaved. Salty tears streamed down from his grey eyes, glistening in the starlight down his cheeks. He slammed his fist into the ice, melting a solid hemisphere deep into its shell. Wait. Mouth-to-mouth. How the heck did you do that again? Natsu stared fiercely at the placid pale face. He watched the creep of blue tint across the icemake wizard's lips. Gods, he didn't know what the hell he was doing, but – he whipped his head back and forth – doing something, anything, was better than just watching his friend slowly slip away from him.

His hands trembled as he steadied himself on the ice. Leaning in, he took Gray's cold lips.

Gray shuddered. Fire breathed directly into his cold empty frame, filling him, and setting him ablaze. The cold fought a war against the flame, but quickly retreated to its overwhelming intensity. Life coursed through his veins. He coughed, water he had swallowed sputtering past his lips.

Natsu's eyes shot wide. His lips trembled. And as Gray's eyelids parted, he crumbled, wrapping his shaking arms around the frozen man. Their hearts pressed together, the faint cadence heralded against the trumpeting call of the dragon's beat. Rocking back onto his heels, he fished his strong arms underneath Gray's cold frame, hoisting him into the air.

They settled back against an outcrop of jagged boulders. The tapered rocks fanned out at Gray's back, flower petals waiting on the morning light, as Natsu set him down. Natsu's eyes sparked in the cold night, the green shine of his eyes dancing as quivering flames. His hands gripped the bottom of Gray's shirt, ripping it over his head without any pomp.

Gray teetered on the brink of consciousness, his eyelids heavy over empty blue eyes. His head bobbed a little, though his eyes remained locked on the pink-haired fire dragon. But even through his stormy haze, he managed a soft whispery voice when the hot fingers of the dragon tugged at the buckle of his jeans, forcing the zipper down. "Whhat are you doing?"

Natsu growled, his white fangs glinting in the subtle starlight. The fires of his eyes flicked up to meet Gray's. "You said skin to skin is best for this."

Gray's brow cocked slowly, as his head lolled back against the cold stone at his back. His jeans tugged down past his thighs. His skin tingled with life where the burning fingers trailed by, a glancing ghostly touch. But lucidity struck Gray, a lightning strike upon a barren plain, when those hot fingers curled around the waistband of his boxer briefs at his hips. "Stop."

"No." Natsu locked on a challenging gaze drilling into Gray's cold eyes. "Deal with it."

"But," Gray's lip twitched. All he was, bare, cold in the mountain night. And the dragon's burning glare overwhelmed him. "Wait! What are you doing?"

"Skin to skin," the dragon repeated, tugging off his vest. His fingers fumbled with the tie of his white pants, before dropping them down his legs. The white cotton, rolled down over the fire dragon's thighs, exposing the tanned smooth skin over his calves and down to his cut of his ankles. Just as quickly, Natsu's underwear fell down to the cold ground. "I'm sure as hell hotter than you, popsicle pants, so my body heat should work a lot better."

Hotter? Gray blinked slowly, taking in the full sight of Natsu's lean and cut strong form, his hot burning skin tight and drawing from his defined shoulders over a hard bulging chest, down the rolling hills of his abs where they tapered off in a distinct v. To Natsu. Yeah, he thought absently, definitely hot. Extremely hot. And he moaned throatily as the fire enveloped him, the heat of Natsu's chest pressed against his, his arms wrapping him, bringing them together and pressing them into a single light in the cold stinging mountain night.

As the life returned back into Gray's eyes, the color fighting back the blue hue of his skin, Gray smiled lazily, taking in a deep draw of the dragon's fiery, mountainy scent. It burned into his lungs, coursing jets of flame through his blood. And still with a smile upon his lips, he pulled back a little. "I'm good now. You don't have to do any more."

"Shut up, I'll say when it's enough," the dragon growled, his lips tickling over Gray's bare neck as he spoke.

"No really," Gray grabbed at the hot corded arms around him, "I know how you feel about gay stuff, and it doesn't get much gayer than this."

"What are you talking about?" Natsu frowned heavily, shifting to stare harshly into Gray's eyes.

"What you said . . ."

"What did I say?

"Queer . . . freak."

Natsu blinked several times, his frown deepening in the lines of his face. "When did I say . . ." Horror dropped the dragon's jaw. "Shit, Gray. That wasn't what I think. I didn't want you to . . . and my frozen mind . . . shit."

"What the heck are you saying?"

Whipping his head back and forth, Natsu sighed heavily. What was he trying to say? Not trusting words, the dragon leaned in, tilting his head. He took Gray's lips.

The icemake wizard's hazy eyes sparked clear crystal blue. He looked into the ravenous flames boring into him. When the dragon pulled back with a soft smile, Gray's surprise did little to fade. "Wh – wh –wh – wh – wh –"

"Are you ever going to get the word out?" The dragon laughed, a smirk shining in the dancing emerald flames. "Damn it, Gray." Drawing his hand up, he weaved his burning fingers through Gray's silky wet black hair, before fisting it and tugging them together in a rough clash. Their lips crashed together, and the dragon devoured that wintry world.

A deep and dark sultry moan roiled in Gray's throat. His eyes closed to the intensity overwhelming him. His body was going into shock. From completely numb to a sensory overload in a flash, his mind was reeling. He couldn't keep up. From his lips, coursed pure fiery energy, burning through him, filling him. And as the dragon's tongue snaked into his mouth, Gray submitted, surrendering to the overpowering fire.

His fingers danced at the burning skin, feeling the tight trained muscle from years of battle and conditioning at the dragon's sides. Above him, Natsu smiled wickedly. Breaking their lips apart with a wet smack, he left Gray panting for breath while he lent down. Snaking his tongue between his teeth, he watched Gray's face register the shock as his tongue trailed between the icemake wizard's pecs. Slowly, he glided over the smooth pale skin, savoring Gray's unique taste, driving his senses a frenzy. As he reached the neck, he clamped down, sucking at the taste, submitting to his feral need as he claimed the raven-haired man.

Gray shuddered, his neck arching as his mouth opened in a silent exclamation. The fiery kisses alternated along his sensitive neck from soft teasing pecks to animalistic fury. It drove his world whirling. The fire, the touch, everything Natsu was, claimed Gray, driving him to the precipice of desire and lust. When his eyes opened to reveal the icy storm raging in blue oceans, Natsu smirked deep and seductively, drawing the tantalizing skin between his lips further to his tongue's teasing kiss.

"Natsu," Gray moaned, framing the dragon's sharp jaw in a cold palm. He tugged him up, to bring their lips together again, his touch gliding down Natsu's firm and cut back. The dragon's hisses at the cold touch down the vale of his spine caught muffled in the icemake wizard's mouth. Hot fingers burned trails over Gray's pale skin. He traced the midnight Fairy Tail emblem branding his firm chest as the other trailed down until he found his prize.

Freezing, Gray looked deeply into the green burning infernos. Natsu smirked, pulling back, to run his tongue in a slow lick over Gray's mouth. Every so slowly, his hand worked twisting in slow arcs at the wrist as he felt Gray's arousal. "Have to warm up every part of you after all," Natsu deadpanned, the devil's cry echoing in dark whispers lining his husky voice. Falling past Gray's cheeks, Natsu fished back his lips to rake his teeth over the cold skin, nipping his way to the raven's ear. A twinkle of amusement danced in his sage eyes, his tongue teasingly ran along the hard ridge.

Sucking in a sudden breath, Gray drove his hips up, grinding into Natsu touch as the hot breath washed over his ear, the thrum of the dragon's desire lining the soft dark words he teased. Fighting to not lose the little strain of control he had left, Gray, reached down, taking the dragon for his own. But, the burning touch of Natsu's hand against him was too much. It was driving him further and further to the plunge at the edge of the precipice. Before it could happen, Gray grasped the firm globes of Natsu's butt, digging in his fingers harshly into the soft wonderful body. With all his strength, he brought them together, holding the dragon pinned at the waist to himself.

Chuckling, Natsu came back to face Gray, a dark fire roiling underneath a strong brow. "You think you can overpower me, icicle?"

"Damn right," arching his neck, Gray bit down hard at the dragon's jawline. Gripping his fingers tighter into the welcoming warm skin, Gray ground their groins together, rocking his hips. As he was, pinned underneath the dragon, he rocked them in unison, sharing the passion, sharing the feeling, sharing the need. A smile played on his lips as his head fell back to the ground. The dragon over him purred deep in his chest, a running fire vibrating. His eyes squeezed tight, fangs piercing his swollen, reddened bottom lip. "Yeah, I think I can overpower you."

Not one to be outdone, in a flash of motion, Natsu grabbed his mate at the wrists, forcing them above his head where he slammed them into the cold earth. Pinning them with one hand, his smile dangerous. His other hand trailed between them, palming Gray until he slipped his fingers underneath. Running slow circles over Gray's entrance, his eyes burned with an even more ferocious glean. Teasingly, he danced his fingers over the puckered hole, rubbing the sensitive area in small arcs. His knuckle tented back as his middle finger aligned with Gray.

"Wait!"

"What?" Natsu growled, an impatience gilding his throaty snap of a retort.

"You can't just ram into me!"

"Why not?"

"Do we have anything you could use for lube?"

"Lube?"

"Fuck, Natsu. I'm a guy, you'll tear me up if you go into me dry!"

"Oh." Frowning heavily, Natsu rolled the corner of his lips under his teeth. "I – what do we use?"

Under him, Gray shook his head. They didn't have anything that could do the job. "I don't know. Shit, there's nothing."

Sitting back on his haunches, the dragon pouted. He threw his arms into the air. "Well what the hell are we supposed to do? My blood is boiling I can't just stop now!"

"Mmmm, here." Gray shoved the dragon onto his back, freeing his legs. Flipping himself over, he propped himself up on his hands and knees, pressing his thighs tight together.

"What the heck are you doing?" His heart beat was growing louder and louder in his ears to the point where he could barely hear anything. And when Gray arched his back, twisting to look back at him, his raven hair matted down sultry over his crystal blue eyes, the need in them snapped something deep inside.

"Push between my legs."

"Whuh?"

"Just," Gray groaned, hands trembling with impatience. His back arched more. "Just thrust in between my legs, get it?"

The dragon licked his chops at the delightfully sinful meal in front of him. He mounted the wizard, taking his thin waist between his strong hands. Pressing his head between the silky thighs, he threw back and growled. Gray's squeezed all around him, tight powerful walls pushing against all of Natsu's senses. He bent in half, placing his lips to the smooth skin of the svelte raven's back.

Under him, Gray moaned. His hair flew past his eyes as he was pounded forward, only to be drawn back by Natsu strong hold at his hips. The fire of the dragon lay against his skin like a burning blade, driving through him. Falling onto an elbow, Gray reached to his own straining arousal as he was jerked forward.

"No!" The dragon growled fiercely in Gray's ear. His right hand fished underneath, swatting Gray's away, and took him with a hot grasp. While his left brought them together as his body surged forward, his right drove Gray to the edge again. He planted warm drawing kisses on the back of Gray's neck. "Mmmm, Gray." Hooking his chin over Gray's trap, his cheeks brushed against Gray's ear with each driving thrust. "Close, Gray."

"Me too. Faster!" Gray's neck arched back. He bit at his bottom lip, his eyes squeezed tight, immersing and drowning as the feeling overwhelmed.

The dark rolling begging from the strong icemake wizard drove Natsu over the cliff's edge. His body shook, holding onto Gray underneath him, around him. Laying hold to the seductive body blinding, tingling euphoria struck through him like a lightning bolt.

Feeling Natsu go, feeling the warmth spread between his legs, pushed Gray to join him in free-fall. Collapsing onto the ground, Gray's chest pounded. He buried his face in his arm as Natsu's wrist flicked a few more times. The dragon fell over the cold frame, weaving his arms around the naked torso to draw them tight together.

When Gray woke with the morning's first light, the bitter chilling wind of the mountain seemed to have abided. He found himself surrounded by an overwhelming heat, smothering him. It was unbearable, last night flashed its wonderful memory. The fire that enveloped him, maybe it wasn't so bad after all. Gripping a hand softly over the wrist next to his heart, Gray watched the sun rise over the sparkling landscape. The sun rose slowly over the wintry terrain, while behind him a dragon snored softly, and beneath his fingers, a fiery pulse beat.

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