Hello and welcome to another installment of the Puzzle Pieces story.

In this piece of the puzzle, you'll be reading the story about how Rogue and Sting first meet Aloise Montoya. As a forewarning, these stories have no exact order with the exception of what was told in the first story, 'Revenge is Best Served Cold' so while Natsu will still be somewhat the center of attention, we'll be giving Rogue the spotlight this time.

So yes, this will be a Sting x Rogue fic.

I do not own the characters of Fairy Tail only Hiro Mashima does.

I do however own the villains and the twins...

Enjoy! :3

-HeathNils

He was starting to get impatient and he knew that.

But if you wanted the best of the best then one had to be patient and let it come to you but apparently he wasn't having any part of it.

He cringed slightly at the last message his client left for him when he failed to capture the prize the man sought two years ago. He had it all figured out, planned out carefully, he knew his prey's schedule by heart, knew his favorite haunts, what he did on certain days and with who knew when he would be alone and what times and it was an added bonus that his prey was naturally trusting with a golden heart and sunny disposition. So when the day came, he was ready for he knew exactly how to lure the target, where to direct his men and even knew of all of the possible escape routes his prey could possibly take to escape once he was cornered and knew of the trap, even took the proper precautions since he discovered that his target was capable of fending for himself and would have had his prey trapped, brought down, bound and ready for his client if he had not been stopped by a small, yet very tiny minor detail that had quite the impact on his plans one of which being in the form of some half-naked dark-haired punk.

The nerve of that brat.

He growled low and deep in his throat as he slowly reached up with one hand and began to rotate his jaw around as he continued his stake out on the place the prey resided in from the inside of the safety of his van. That was one hell of a beating. He really didn't expect someone to follow close behind the boy that day and proceed to savagely beat him and his men to a pulp alongside with the cornered prey though he should have foreseen this and carefully planned it out as well since he even took the time to study his prey's circle of friends and family. He attempted to run away and try again another time only to have this little punk to chase after him, throwing off his shirt for whatever reason, though he couldn't fault it since his pursuer did look rather delicious himself and slam him into the ground and started to demand answers and he honored the punk for his tenacity with one answer;

He wanted him.

It wasn't hard to see why he would think that once he got a good look at the target. His target was a rather delicate looking thing, standing at an average height for a young man his age though his temperament, personality and his talent in both fighting and soccer said otherwise with a lean figure that while feminine and with curves to rival a woman's making the school uniform he wore look bigger on him while his frame still had enough muscle to indicate that yes, he was indeed male. His skin was a gentle sun kissed tan skin that looked as though it would melt on the tongue and pink hair that stuck out at odd angles, like he just woke up and looked softer then the softest silk. His eyes were that of molten gold, shimmering in the brightest lights and showed a range of emotions that looked quite adorable and edible when he peeked over a scale-patterned scarf he always wore and was never seen without it and it made him want to take the boy and break him which helped explained his answer.

"He looked so sweet- Could you blame me for wanting a little taste?"

Apparently, the brat didn't like that answer as his face contorted from anger into a dark rage and disgust before he then proceeded to beat him to a bloody pulp and after that, he drew a blank. He had a feeling he had lost consciousness somewhere in the punk's vicious rampage and when he regained it, it was night, the air had become considerably cooler with the stars were starting to peek out into the slowly darkening sky and the streetlights were starting to come on flooding the surrounding area with light when he found himself back at the vacant lot with the half-naked punk and his prey nowhere in sight, long gone, just as his own men started to regain consciousness.

He was livid.

And he wasn't the only one.

After that small 'hiccup', he had to break the news to his client who didn't take to news kindly and didn't seem to take kindly to the dark-haired punk either. After the whole screaming fest, he was allowed another chance and he was quick to jump on it and attempted to follow through with another attempt only to discover that after his 'little' blunder, the security around his prey had increased tenfold and not only that but his prey and that punk had become a couple, that news didn't sit really well with his client either, as he had found out before he had and he started to fear that that punk was corrupting his one true love. He was no longer left alone, by himself as he was now seen walking home in larger groups comprised of his close friends and that dark-haired brat among them and he wasn't alone home anymore either as now either his client, that dark-haired brat or one of his three 'older brothers' were home with him and the young ones at all times, two of which looked like they were people he didn't want to cross while the third looked harmless enough, though he had learned by now that it wouldn't be wise to count his chickens until they have hatched and had fully come out of their shells.

That was another thing as well, if his client was so family friendly with the boy and his family and friends in the first place then why didn't he snatch him and run by himself? There were countries outside of Fiore where no law was brandished like a whip and laws of slavery still existed there as well as small but isolated towns around the kingdom that possessed those same beliefs but the more he thought on it the more he began to see how having that boy as slave seemed more plausible, more desirable that he had no doubt in his mind, would make for the most perfect slave or pet, stripped of his rights and his independence and branded with a symbol of ownership. If he was honest, it was the most satisfying part of his job.

He sighed again, eyes never leaving the front door.

Two years had passed since then and now the his prey had become a bit older at 17 and was still in school while the dark-haired prick graduated the previous year and became part of Fairy Tail, which made it worse as this didn't mean security around his prey hadn't lessen up within that time, in fact it seemed to have doubled as a result and he found the reason as to why as it served to admire and irk him at the same time. Apparently, a few months after his attempt of snatching the boy up, someone else attempted to snatch his prey away as well, wanting only to merely rip those pretty golden eyes of his right out of his skull, after the boy and that bastard had a bit of a fallout and almost succeeded too if he too wasn't thwarted by the same dark-haired bastard who came back for him to make amends and a fiery-haired demon woman who chose to follow close behind. While he was grateful that the boy escaped with both of his eyes as well as his life, it really didn't help him either since it was the reason security around the boy had increased to 110 percent.

He buried his face into his hands as he let out a deep but irritated sigh. He realized then, at that point, that he too wanted the boy and had already began to devise a plan of sorts of not only capturing him but to also do away with his client.

But how?

It was getting really frustrating.

"Bye Rogue! See you when I get home!"

"Have a nice day at school Natsu! Don't you dare get into another altercation with that Zancrow boy or that Cobra guy or so help me-"

"I won't!"

"Bye Frosche- Bye- Happy- Bye Lector- Bye Wendy- Bye Carla. Have nice day at school! And Lector I don't want to get another call from the school today from your teacher, understand?"

"Yes Mama..."

"We will! Bye Rogue!"

"Bye bye Mama!"

"See you later!"

He looked up in time to see a small group of familiar kids running down the street followed by his target, crisp and fresh in their school uniforms as they made their way to school being watched by one of the 'older brothers', the one rather harmless looking and rather 'delicate' looking as well. He grunted upon the feeling of his cock giving a throb as he reached down to placed his hand upon the bulge of fabric that concealed his problem and began to massage at it.

It could not be denied that he had fantasies of this one since he first laid eyes on him.

The harmless one or Rogue, as he was apparently called, was a slim young man sharing a figure and height with that of his prey though he stood a couple of inches taller with slightly paler tone of tan skin with a thin scar across the bridge of his nose and rather messy dark hair, which reached down to his shoulders that he always put up into in a high but clean ponytail while some loose strands pointed upwards on top of his head and a prominent tuft that obscured most of his forehead that was also brushed to the right side of his face covering up his right eye. His red eyes looked as though they were made of the purest rubies with slit pupils similar to that of a snake's, allowing him to stand out just as much as his target. Making him just as desirable. He also knew that the Rogue boy was also married to another one of the target's 'brothers', one he considered not smart on crossing paths with as it was revealed that particularity one ran the Sabertooth branch as their boss where the Rogue boy worked as well which was about as dangerous for him as that the dark haired punk work in Fairy Tail was.

He groaned before shoving his hand down his pants, palming at his aching cock rather harshly, eyes never leaving the dark haired beauty that remained rooted to his spot, watching the kids from afar as they waited for their bus as he tried to reach completion as thoughts of the Rogue boy on his hands and knees, dressed in only an overly large shirt stood before his mind's eyes, bound in thick chains, tears in his eyes as he begged for his master's cock.

'Master please... I need it... I want it...'

The air inside the car became hot and heavy as he stroked harder and faster, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the scene changed, images of both the Rogue boy and his target stood before him now. He groaned in delight as he imagined the two in the most delicious postion, side by side both naked and shyly tried to cover their modesty, faces bright pink with both sets of eyes full of tears of want were trained on him, while their fingers busied themselves spreading their openings wide in preparation as those voices spoke to him.

Desperate and full of lust.

'Please Master... We need you...'

He lost it.

He let out a loud, guttural moan as he shot his load into his hand, hot, sticky cum seeped past his fingers staining the front of his underwear and pants as he gulped down large quantities of air to steady his breathing and heartbeat. He opened his eyes, taking a deep but satisfied sigh before leaning over and reaching into the glove compartment pulling out a small box of tissues and a equally small trash bag he kept for the occasion, cleaning himself up to the best of his ability. Once he was deemed clean enough, he quickly took the tissues, threw them into the plastic bag before tying it up tight and throwing it in the back of the van to be thrown out later.

"Damn... I needed that."

He paused and looked up, finding that the Rogue boy was staring in his direction, somewhat, visible eye narrowed dangerously until sound of a honking bus diverted his attention and he looked to the direction of the bus to smile warmly and wave at the leaving bus. The Rogue boy watched the bus go before he gave the area around his van one last look before he hesitatingly but promptly turned on his heel and entered the house, closing the door behind him. He released a sigh he didn't realize he was holding and he was grateful for the creation of dark tinted windows.

But it wouldn't matter, he decided, his lips twisting into a dark sneer, his mind was made.

He was going to collect both of them and make them his.

He couldn't wait.