Hello, everyone! This is my first fanfiction story, which obviously makes this my first lemon as well, so please review so I can grow as a writer! This is a lemony love story between Minerva and Rogue. I do not use hardcore language, but this is still only appropriate for adults. Thank you for your understanding.
I do not own Fairy Tail, or any of its characters, obviously. That honor belongs only to the esteemed Hiro Mashima.
The time this was written was just after chapter 521 of the Fairy Tail Manga was published. Events up until that chapter are taken into account in this fanfiction story. Any events portrayed after the fact, or in flashbacks of time periods never covered in the manga, are strictly from my imagination.
Thank you for reading!
Rogue Cheney awakened in a sleeping bag on the cold ground. He sat up, feeling disoriented. It appeared that he had been bandaged up and laid to rest in this sleeping bag atop a portable mattress pad. It was pitch black, and all he could see was a bonfire several feet away. He couldn't even see the stars. Was it overcast?
He stretched, and stood up, sore from battle, but feeling far better than he had when he had lost consciousness on the battlefield. He made his way towards the bonfire, rubbing the sleep from his eyes that were blurring his vision. As he approached, he saw Sting, Rufus, Orga, Frosch, and and Lector sitting on lawn chairs around the fire and roasting sausages, peppers, and potatoes on sticks.
"Morning, Sunshine!" greeted Sting with a wide grin on his face.
"I'm glad to see you are well," added Rufus.
"You sure took a beating," said Orga.
Damn, it was too early. Rogue glanced at his watch. 4 AM. What was everyone doing up at this ungodly hour? "Yeah, I do feel better than earlier. How did we get here? And where are we?" He took a seat in an open lawn chair.
"We are in a cave not too far from the battlefield. You were out for three days. So was I. I got up about an hour and a half ago. Yukino, Minerva, and Kagura saved our butts out there and brought us here."
Lector continued, " When Rufus came to, he used his memory of protection spells and sealed this hideout so we could heal. Minerva and Kagura and Yukino just finished retrieving all the injured from Blue Pegasus yesterday afternoon. They are still sleeping after all that hard work. Minerva had to use a lot of magic power to transport people with her spacial magic. They were unable to locate the rest of Mermaid Heel, any of Lamia Scale, or Fairy Tail. I sure hope they are all okay."
Rogue nodded. "Thanks for the update. I am glad many were retrieved and are safe. While I am concerned about the others, it doesn't seem wise to leave this cave to search for everyone else until everyone here has regained their strength."
"Agreed," said Sting.
Frosch got up out of his chair and skipped over to Rogue. "I am so glad you are okay. I was worried."
Rogue patted him on the head affectionately. "I'm glad you are okay too. It was pandemonium out there."
"You can say that again," replied Orga, who had risen out of his chair to hand Rogue a stick with impaled breakfast items. "Here, roast this. You must be hungry."
"Thanks, man," said Rogue, as he began roasting the delicious-smelling sausage, potatoes, and peppers.
The group fell into a comfortable silence. The only sound was the comforting crackling of the fire. Rogue felt hypnotized watching the flames crackle, quiver, and crash against the fire lacrima and his breakfast. It was amazing, all the colors within even a simple bonfire. Red, orange, yellow, blue, white, even some green, and all different shades. What was even more fascinating was how the different hues of fire cast different shades of shadow. Rogue was aware that he was the only one who could see this, as it was a priceless gift from Skiadrum. He had truly been his father, and he missed him. He wondered if Sting had been able to see the different hues of shadow when he had borrowed Rogue's power. It was unlikely, because even with the power of the Shadow Dragon, it took quite a bit of time to master that skill.
He removed his breakfast from the flames, observing that they were crispy to perfection. He took a bite, and felt energy warm his weary body almost immediately. He was half-starved. It took all of his control to not swallow it all whole. His stomach wouldn't be able to handle that, so he needed to pace himself, even if that was hard. He chewed slowly, savoring the flavors.
"Hey, Sting." Rogue broke the silence once he had finished his food and started roasting a second batch.
"Yeah?"
"Congratulations on your defeat of Larcade Dragneel. That was an epic feat."
Sting grinned. "Thanks, buddy. I couldn't have done it without you."
"Well, even so, you did well. It is thanks to you that that creep was brought down."
"Indeed, thank you, Sting. And thank you, Rogue. The power of white and shadow dragon-slayer magic combined is quite powerful. I could try to store it in my memory-base, but I don't have the power to carry it out. I am very impressed," said Rufus. "That man is vile. I couldn't even bring myself to memorize his magic. I have never seen magic with such poor taste."
Orga laughed. "But, you gotta admit, it's pretty original. What was it he said? It is a magic that delivers irresistible pleasure to everyone who has ever experienced sexual pleasure?"
"Yes," replied Rufus. "I can't say I completely understand. There were so many who were unaffected. I highly doubt that many have never experienced sexual pleasure. I would assume that almost every boy that has hit puberty has explored his sexuality at some point."
"Right?" said Sting. "It didn't affect me, and it's not like I have never used my hand before."
Rogue felt his face flush uncomfortably. It seemed he would never be entirely accustomed to Sting's lack of a filter.
Orga laughed again, this time more heartily. "I think I know what it was. It only affected people who had experienced sexual pleasure at the hands of someone else...a partner, if you will. So all the virgins were not susceptible. Everyone who has had sex before fell victim to the spell. Myself included," he added, with a shameless grin.
Rogue could not possibly express just how much he wanted this conversation to end. To his horror, as he had expected, Sting's eyes locked onto him with curiosity and humor.
"Is that so? Can you confirm this, Rogue? That spell brought you to your knees. You couldn't even walk."
Rogue wanted to wipe that smirk off of Sting's face and shut him the hell up. "This is not something I wish to talk about."
Sting's eyes widened. "Whoa. You didn't deny it. You have been with a girl! What the hell? How did I not know about this?!"
"What is going on? Rogue has never been with a girl," Frosch interjected.
"What? You didn't even know about it, Frosch? Rogue, spill it! Who did you sleep with? And when?"
"I must say," admitted Rufus, "I am also curious. Come on, it's just us men. All the ladies are still sleeping. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You won't be judged by any of us here."
"So, who is the special girl? Or girls, plural?" Sting demanded.
Rogue couldn't contain his anger. "Now suddenly I have been with a bunch of girls?! Cool yourself down, Sting! If you want stories about gang banging, make them yourself!"
Sting gave a cocky nod of approval. "I see. So there was just one special girl?"
Rogue remained silent.
"Well, who was it?"
Rogue looked Sting dead in the eyes. "This conversation is over."
Sting opened his mouth to continue badgering Rogue, but Rogue waved his hand and interrupted. "ENOUGH! I am not going to subject myself to any further obnoxious inquiries. Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to take my leave for now."
He set down his half-cooked food, then disappeared into the shadows, making his way to the depths of the cave. He knew that as a shadow, he moved far too fast for anyone to follow him.
When he got far enough away to be satisfied that the others would be unable to find him for quite some time, he sat on a flat rock and buried his face into his hands. Everything that had happened lately had awakened the painful memories he had tried to bury for the sake of self-preservation. It was no use anymore. The memories from two years before played through his head with vivid clarity, as if they had happened only moments before.
The arousal that followed was expected. He had experienced it ever since he had been with her the first time. He had never forgotten how incredible it had been to touch her, and to have her touch him. Good God. How could a man possibly forget encounters like that?
He lied down on the cold stone ground, resigning himself to the lust and longing he couldn't escape. He couldn't touch her anymore, but he could touch himself and remember her.
He reached into his pants, running his fingers along his hardness. He was about to come just thinking about her. As the memories replayed in his head, he pumped and groaned, remembering pleasure beyond anything Larcade Dragneel could induce with his dirty magic.