Rating: M for violence, lots of swearing, and for smut.
Picture credit: lkityan, thank you for the amazing art!
Trigger Warning
Part I
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"You think?"
"Course' I do. Bastard's been going at it for God knows how long and no one thought about moving a finger to stop him."
"You'd think gramps' would have figured it out already."
The handsome dark haired male huffed at his partner, bringing his glass to his lips to take a sip of the whiskey, wincing as it burned down his throat. He never understood why Natsu liked it, but he had caved in when his teammate had said that he would pay for the drinks.
The curiously pink haired man was sitting in front of him, tapping his fingers on the counter at a rhythmic pace, and tracing the edge of his own glass with his other hand.
"It's not easy when you want to arrest the most powerful criminal in the city flame-brain, especially when the said criminal used to be your superior."
The other man shrugged, leaning back on his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. "Don't be a smartass Gray. I'm just saying that this case is pissing me off. We've been following people around for a whole month and we still haven't found anything."
Gray's gaze shifted, landing on the target they were watching. The dark red haired man was leaning on the bar's counter far from them, his eyes fixed on a woman sitting in front of him. She obviously seemed uninterested, and kept shifting away from him in discomfort, politely nodding to whatever he seemed to be babbling about.
"Dan Straight," mumbled Gray. "He seems naïve, and I doubt he knows anything. He's probably nothing but an irrelevant underling."
His partner snorted, his eyes fixed on Dan. "All I know is that he really doesn't know what no means. That woman's body language is screaming 'I'm not interested'. He can't even flirt properly, it's pretty pathetic," he laughed, observing as the dejected target watched the woman he was talking to walk away from him.
"What, like you can? You can't even see when a woman is making advances," taunted Gray.
"Hell yeah I can! I'm Natsu Dragneel," he shouted, emptying his glass in one swallow, and setting it noisily on the counter. "I can get any woman I want, I just don't want to."
"Afraid?" mused his partner.
"Between the two of us, you're the one who's scared. When are you going to decide to give in to Juvia's advances?" grinned Natsu, leaning forward and raising an eyebrow.
Gray leaned against the counter, his forehead almost touching Natsu's, angrily staring at him. "That's none of your business. I'm not interested in her, I just like to buy the sweets she makes from the bakery."
"I bet there's some other sweets of hers you'd like to get," added Natsu.
Gray's face flashed with embarrassment, but it was quickly replaced with anger. "You mother-"
"Can I get you another drink, gentlemen?" said an amused voice.
The two looked up, without shifting from each other. A pretty big-chested bartender was leaning on the counter, watching their exchange with amusement in her eyes.
"No thanks, we're fine," replied Gray.
She smiled, shifting closer to them, and bent over the counter, exposing her cleavage. Her eyes trailed appreciatively over Natsu's form. They lingered for a moment on the expanse of skin the two undone buttons of his dress shirt showed, and she licked her lips. Her gaze uninterestingly skimmed over Gray, quickly shifting back to Natsu, and the dark haired man almost felt insulted at being ignored for someone whose hair was the colour of a fucking flamingo, as he often liked to call it.
"Don't refuse too quickly. I can give you something special to drink at the back," she winked.
Natsu's eyes bore into hers, and he shrugged. "Nah, I'm good," he told her, knowing that he couldn't drink a lot while he was on the job.
Her hand reached for his arm, and her fingers lightly trailed down one bulging bicep. "Are you sure about that? I can even get you something to eat," she smiled seductively, and Gray winced at the suggestive remark.
Natsu didn't bulge, and kept looking at her with an almost bored expression. "I already planned to go eat somewhere else with my friend here, but thank you for the offer."
She looked insulted at his indifference, quickly standing up and pulling her top further up her chest, covering some of the exposed skin. "Fine," she snapped, her eyes shifting between them. "But I think you gentlemen are in the wrong place, the gay bar is on the other side of the street."
Gray's eyes bulged comically, and he pulled his body as far away from Natsu's as his seat allowed him. Natsu's expression quickly changed from indifference to disgust, and he glared at the woman. She glared back just as angrily, walking away from them, and swinging her hips vindictively.
"Why does this always happen to me," grunted Gray. "Couldn't you just accept one woman's flirtation for once? She was offering all her goods on a silver platter, and they looked pretty nice to me."
"Then why don't you do it?" he sneered. "I'm not going to accept some random woman's offer to fuck in a random bar, I've got more dignity than that."
"With that pink hair, it mustn't be a lot," laughed Gray.
"You want to go or what, you stupid stripper?"
"I don't think it would be smart to get into a brawl here," replied Gray calmly, pointing at Dan, who seemed to have found another victim for the night. "You don't want to attract attention do you? We still have to keep watch on him."
Natsu calmed down, hating how Gray made a fair point. "Whatever, it's not like he's going to help or anything. He probably knows as much about the case as he knows about how to approach women."
Gray silently agreed, and they continued watching him discretely, they eyes roaming the bar by the same means, betting on the amount of women who would reject Dan before the end of the night. When the subject was turned down by the sixth woman that night, a curious thing happened; a blonde woman who looked straight out of a James Bond movie walked into the bar. She had long golden hair curling at the tips, and was wearing a tight mid-thigh black dress with a slit on the side, her back bare and her cleavage exposing an impressive set of breasts. Natsu's eyes ran down her form, and he noticed that she was walking with remarkable elegance for someone wearing heels as high as hers. Her smoky eyes were scanning the room, and when they met his, he noticed that they were of brown colour.
The two men watched with surprise as she made her way towards the target, swinging her hips from side to side in a manner that seemed to enchant every man in the room. When Dan noticed her approaching him, his mouth hung agape, his eyes trailing hungrily over her form and bulging when they met her cleavage. She immediately sat in on the chair in front of him, leaning forward and squeezing her breasts together, and Natsu was sure that Dan was getting the most embarrassing hard-on as he uncomfortably shifted in his seat.
Her hand trailed down Dan's arm, and she began speaking with a seductive smile on her lips. Dan seemed hung on her every word, and could only nod, as if he were stuck in a trance. When she started speaking more insistently, Dan seemed to break out of it, and looked at her with suspicion. He seemed to instantly relax when she smiled up at him, folding her legs in front of her and rubbing the side of her calf against his.
"Seems like a woman is interested in him after all," concluded Gray.
"I can't believe she had to look like that," replied Natsu, impressed. "I guess we both lose the bet then."
Natsu and Gray kept watching the exchange. Dan seemed to give in to whatever the woman was asking him, and started speaking animatedly and flirting with her. Her smile seemed to widen for a second, before becoming triumphant midway through their conversation. Her demeanour quickly changed, and she leaned back against her chair, uncrossing her legs and removing her arms from underneath her breasts. When fifteen minutes had passed, and Dan didn't seem close to be done talking, she smiled apologetically to him, and grabbed a tissue from the counter, before scribbling something on it. Natsu deemed it to probably be a fake number, as a woman looking like her would probably not go out with someone like Dan after bearing with him for more than two minutes.
"Damn, look at that rack. I'd pay to just get a handful," he heard a voice to his right say. He detached his eyes from the woman, who was standing up and bidding farewell to a dejected Dan.
"She looks straight out of a porno," laughed another, sitting with the man who had first spoken. They were both big bulky men, and had a dangerous glint in their eyes. "And not one of those low-quality free pornos," he continued, taking a swig out of his beer, "I mean one of those with famous actresses, the ones you need a premium account to watch."
"They're probably fake," snorted his companion, mimicking the shape of her goods with his hands, and Natsu couldn't help but feel disgusted by their behaviour.
"You're shitting me," snorted his friend. "Look at the way they bounce," he pointed out, and both stared at the way her breasts moved with her steps. "It looks way too natural, and I've seen enough fake ones in my life to know that."
There was a pause, as both men watched her step away from Dan. "She looks alone," said one of them, watching as she made her way out of the bar. He put his bottle on the counter, and stood up, licking his lips. "Come on, maybe we can catch up with her and have a good time."
His friend grinned wickedly, and stood up. "I like that idea. It's a good way to end the night."
Both walked out of the bar, passing in front of clueless individuals savouring their own drinks, and Natsu and Gray exchanged a look, quickly standing up from their seats. Their camouflage seemed to be working well if those two men spoke about doing something illegal right next to two FBI agents.
They followed the blonde woman and the two future offenders, walking out into the empty dark street in front of the bar. The blonde woman was standing a few meters away, talking animatedly on the phone with her handbag at her feet, and the men who followed her outside were walking towards her.
The woman was speaking in a language neither Natsu nor Gray understood, but recognized as being French from their limited knowledge from their language classes through high-school and college. There was a pause as the person on the other line spoke, and she ran a hand into her hair angrily, before speaking animatedly again. "Non, vas te faire foutre. Tu ne m'as pas ramené l'information dont j'ai besoin."
"That's a pretty exotic language you're speaking there little lady," said one of them men. The blonde woman turned around, briefly glancing at them before speaking into her phone again.
"Écoutes, il y a deux connards qui me dérangent. Tu me donnes deux secondes?"
She put her phone down, and looked at the two grinning men before speaking up. "Listen, gentlemen. I don't have time for this, so how about you go back inside and keep drinking whatever piss-flavoured beer you were having and we can all go home in one piece?"
They stared at her with surprise, before bursting into laughter. Natsu and Gray stood farther behind hidden in the shadows, waiting to see if the men were going to attempt anything before springing into action.
"Feisty, aren't you? You think you can take two men twice your size with that little body of yours? You can't even outrun us in those shoes," laughed the other man. His eyes trailed hungrily over her form, and she shivered in disgust. "Although for a little body, you've got some pretty big assets that we'd like to get our hands on."
The blonde woman barely moved, and Natsu felt impressed by her resilience. She was simply standing there, looking at them with an almost bored expression.
"Why isn't she running away or screaming for help?" whispered Gray.
"I don't know, but she can't do anything against men their size," replied Natsu, ready to jump into action.
She spoke once again, a little louder. "I was in the middle of firing someone over the phone, and you guys disrespectfully interrupted my pleasant conversation. So for the last time, may I ask you to leave?"
The two men laughed again, before they both approached her, quickly surrounding her. The man in front of her reached forwards, aiming to grab her hand, and Natsu jumped out of the shadows, quickly reaching for the gun hidden under his jacket. Before he could move any further, the blonde woman's swinging fist had landed on the assailant's jaw, and it cracked noisily. Natsu stopped in his tracks as he watched him go down with a cry. The other man grabbed her arms from behind, but it didn't last long as she stepped on his foot with her heel. He screamed in pain, but didn't release her arms until she swung her head backwards, hitting him in the face. He fell on his bottom, a hand on his throbbing nose.
The man she had punched had gotten back up at this point, and was aiming for her stomach. She quickly avoided it, brought her foot forwards, and connected it to his shin. He lost his balance and fell down, groaning painfully as he laid on his back, unmoving.
The woman huffed in annoyance and smoothed her dress back into place. She put the phone she had kept in her hand the whole time to her ear, and started speaking again.
"Désolé pour ça. Et pour ton information, tu es renvoyé."
She turned off her phone, and grabbed the purse she had set on the ground to put it inside. She glanced at the two moaning men, giving them a disinterested shrug, and walked away as if nothing had happened, her stilettos clicking on the sidewalk.
Natsu and Gray, who had watched the whole thing without moving, stood in front of the bar's entrance with their mouths agape.
"Maybe we should take those two to the station," proposed Gray.
"I think they already got the punishment they deserve," replied Natsu, watching as the blonde woman became less and less visible. "We're undercover here, and we wouldn't want Straight to know that we're agents."
"Who the hell was that that woman?" mumbled the dark haired man, going back inside the bar.
Natsu stood there, watching as she retreated into the darkness of the night. "I don't know who she is, but I think I just fell in love."
Thanks to those who clicked here, hope you enjoyed that first part!
Also hello to my French speaking fellows out there. I thought that since I knew French, it would be beneficial to make use of it in my English stories, and this is my first attempt!
Here's the translation for those who don't understand French, in order of the quotes' appearance:
"Non, vas te faire foutre. Tu ne m'as pas ramené l'information dont j'ai besoin." - "No, go fuck yourself. You didn't collect the information I need."
"Écoutes, il y a deux connards qui me dérangent. Tu me donnes deux secondes?" - "Listen, there's two assholes bothering me. Can you give me two seconds?"
"Désolé pour ça. Et pour ton information, tu es renvoyé." - "Sorry for that. And for you information, you're fired."
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