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"Just back the fuck off, would you?" the maroon-haired man yelled across the room. His hair was wild and spiked high on his head. He wasn't overly tall, like his blond counterpart but he still had a good deal of muscle to him. The black compression shirt he wore under his long white coat showed hints of how well he maintained his body. Cobra just loved to live dangerously.

And he needed to when threatening Laxus. The blond man seethed. "You must have balls that fuckin' drag on the floor to say something like that to me." Laxus was easily six foot five and solid muscle from ground to sky. Needless to say, he wasn't the most even-tempered of men, and he didn't let threats like this fly—especially given what was at stake. His bulging muscles flexed under a fitted purple silk shirt and even through his dark trousers, it was easy to see he didn't skip leg day.

Cobra just snickered. "I didn't know you were so interested in my equipment."

Laxus all but roared in frustration. "You and me. Tomorrow evening. We'll settle this once and for all."

"Don't forget to bring a towel." Cobra knew he was testing his luck. They were in the alleyway behind the local dive bar and things had gotten heated inside when the two found out they were in the same room. He'd heckled Laxus even in the bar and he knew the man wasn't completely sober right now. But it was just too fun to mess with him.

"What the fuck? A towel?" Laxus spat back.

The maroon-haired man tried not to let the smirk show on his face. "You're gonna need something to clean yourself, after I wipe the floor with you."

The larger man lunged but two of his friends held him back. "You'll get him tomorrow, Bossman," Bickslow said. Like his friend, Bickslow was tall and easily towered over most people he met. But he was lean and lithe from years of training cardio and acrobatics. His jet-black hair shined almost blue in the streetlights.

Freed grabbed his other arm. Bickslow raised an eyebrow at that. Freed wasn't normally one to get himself involved in these sorts of fights. The man was raised "properly." His outfits showed his wealth, even at a dive bar he was sporting an expensive red sport coat over fitted trousers. His long green hair ran down his back as he flipped his head to keep it clear. "I agree, Laxus. Now is not the time."

Cobra snickered. "Listen to your mothers, Laxy-poo."

Laxus struggled against both men. His friends clenched their teeth, trying to keep the man from attacking the jokester. "I'm gonna kill him!" Laxus bellowed.

"I'll see you for our date tomorrow, Miss Sunshine. Don't be late." With that, he rounded the corner and ran away from the scene. He breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't hear the man barreling after him. His friends must have calmed him down. "Crap. It's been a while since I've had a real spar. I hope this doesn't actually kill me." He shrugged his shoulders before pulling out his phone to text Lucy.

Back near the bar, Laxus had finally calmed down enough for Bickslow and Freed to let go of his arms. "That guy's a fucking asshole and he deserves the beatdown I'm gonna give him tomorrow."

Freed looked somewhat miffed at the entire situation. "Do you really think that's the best way of handling this, Laxus?"

Bickslow rolled his eyes. Freed knew how Laxus felt about Lucy. He didn't know why the man insisted on bringing it up. It only stirred the bigger man's flames.

"What, I'm just supposed to sit back and be okay with what that tool did? Not likely. I don't forgive shitheads who pull his kind of crap." Laxus rolled his shoulders, trying to release some of the tension. While he was a good fighter, he'd seen Cobra at tournaments before. The man was no slouch and he was wiggly as fuck. If Laxus wanted to win, he was going to need to bring more than just his strength to the match.

Freed sniffed. "I do enjoy spending time with you both, but the language has become truly deplorable."

"Fuck, you think?" Bickslow cackled, trying to distract Laxus—and also tease Freed, which was a favorite past time of the taller man.

Laxus rolled his eyes as he opened the door to head back inside. He pulled out his phone and opened a new message addressed to Lucy.

. . .

Lucy sighed and rolled onto her back. Looking up at the ceiling she let her arm fall across her eyes. Her bright blonde hair spread out beneath her like a halo. "How the hell did this happen? Oh, I know! A complete lack of communication by both parties!" She heaved a heavy breath; her large bosom rising and falling with the action. She hadn't intended to come between the two men. When her breakup with Laxus had happened and she'd been out looking for a good time to help her forget for just a little while the pain she was feeling, Erik was just so charming. He'd kept her laughing the entire time and she couldn't help but fall into bed with him.

Turns out the two men had been childhood friends with an on-again off-again relationship. "How the hell was I supposed to know when no one told me?" Everything had blown up in her face. Laxus had shown up at her apartment one evening to confront her about it. It had been uncomfortable to say the least to have him in her home—alone.

She hadn't called it off with him because of bad sex—far from it. The man was a complete beast when it came to those activities and he always got her going. It was one of the reasons she felt like she needed a rebound after their breakup—to prove to herself that there were other men out there as skilled as her previous boyfriend.

It hadn't helped that Erik showed up to her apartment, a little tipsy and looking for some fun while Laxus was there. That was the first time shit hit the fan and Lucy found herself right in the middle of it. "Fucking great."

She'd tried to call it off with Erik. Told him that she wasn't going to come between whatever friendship they had anymore if she could help it. While she hadn't known the first time, she did now and she wasn't going to mess with that for a good lay.

Erik didn't want to accept that though. He knew that she was trying to do what she thought was right but the two had such a connection. He didn't want to let something like that go.

Her phone buzzed and she groaned. "Please be Levy, or Cana or even Erza," she prayed silently, hoping it would be one of her friends and not—"fuuuuuck."

There on her home screen were two separate texts from the two names she didn't want to see.

"Erik: After tomorrow, you and I can go back to having some fun. And by fun I mean, me—and my tongue—on your pussy—for hours." She rolled her eyes and tried not to shiver at the images he was putting in her head.

She swiped to the next message.

"Asshole cheater: I'm going to fix everything tomorrow, Lucy. Then maybe you'll give me a chance to explain what happened. Please."

She rolled her eyes. Maybe she'd been a little unfair to Laxus. But she couldn't get over everything that had happened and she wasn't sure how he would be able to explain seeing him a hotel lobby with a woman draped across his lap for the whole world to see. She'd ended it right there and had been avoiding him since.

She wondered what this all meant. "Are these two planning on fighting?" She scoffed. "Clearly Laxus' idea." She wasn't sure how she felt about the whole thing. At this point, she wasn't even sure she wanted to continue a relationship with either of them—physical or otherwise. The whole situation had just become so drama-filled. Besides, she had better options.

Lucy smiled as the shower turned on in her bathroom. A rather gorgeous man cracked the door to the room and gave her a heated glance. "Care to join?" Her smile grew into a grin as she leapt off her bed, leaving her phone to fall to the nightstand.

"Absolutely!"

END CHAPTER 1

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Hello lovers!

Welcome to this new and crazy story. I can't take any credit for the idea: please direct all of that to MadSoullessQueen. She pitched it and I am a slave to her wishes.

That being said, this is a CLEAR crack ship. I'd expect this to last no more than five chapters. Definitely not as intense as my other fics; it should just be a fun, light and smutty read.

So relax, have fun and tell me what you think. Mad and I want to know!

Love you all!

Musicera

*"I would always rather be happy than dignified."