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Fairy Eater
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In hindsight, Levy wasn't exactly sure why she had put herself in this situation. It seemed like a good idea at the time. She had certainly always wanted this. Every girl was curious or at least experienced this at one point or another in their lives, right? But, now, looking into those devilishly red eyes and that scowl weighing down his face, it was fair to say she should probably be questioning her own judgment.
Dropping her violet eyes to the floor – she couldn't take that vacant gaze staring back at her anymore, it was making her anxious – she drew her lower lip between her teeth and made a pitiful sound of fear. The man in front of her didn't seem to respond to this noise.
Rather, he looked more as if he could chew her up and spit her out at any moment with ease and not give a damn concerning what she had to say about it.
The room was unearthly hot. It was the middle of summer and there was little to no circulation of air, especially due to the door being closed in this cramped room tucked away somewhere in the farthest reaches of the guild. There was no fan to create a refreshing breeze and the central air conditioning was broken due to an unfortunate drunken incident during a dare that involved the participants to stick their tongue in the unit's blades. The only bit of fresh air was received through an open window behind them. The panel to which was up and the old drably printed curtains were pulled back to let the bright sunlight illuminate the walls around them. That sun, which was beaming directly in her eyes, was making her vision hazy and the air suffocating.
If Jet and Droy knew about this...if they knew she was with him, they'd be irate, let alone what she was about to let him do to her. Whether they perceived him as a threat or just plain competition for her attention, she didn't know. The two had seemed to ease up on him marginally after the Luxus incident and began to reluctantly trust him, as did the whole guild. It wasn't necessarily that they ever bullied him. No one bullied him, in fact – except maybe Natsu, which always ended in a fight or Natsu simply being ignored in full. The guild either hated or feared him too much to even speak to him. He had let her teammates vent on their grudge for a while just to prove a point: that which he wasn't a threat anymore and refused to fight them. Since then, the foul comments had ceased, but most members still seemed too wary to approach him and instead cast suspicious glances and glares here and there. They were grateful for his participation in protecting the guild, but unfortunately continued to remain uneasy. The only ones brave enough to truly encroach on him were Natsu and Lucy's gang, and of course Master Markov.
Levy could understand their anxieties. She too felt helpless just remembering the terror he and the Phantom guild had brought down upon their heads. Jet and Droy both shared her fears.
Incidentally, those two had seemed to be asking her out on dates more and more frequently now days. She didn't mind, though. Most of it, she was sure, was in jest and kept her laughing. They all got along swell and each of their abilities were nearly en par with one another, which made for their team perfectly in sync. They were her friends and as such, she was happy just have them by her side. To live and fight and laugh together, they were her nakama.
A twinge of guilt fluttered across her mind. They cared so much for her, if they found out...
"Having second thoughts?" A cold voice broke her reverie, so cold it nearly expelled the sweltering heat possessing the room in a thick, heavy fog.
"Ah." Levy released her lower lip, now swollen and pink from the tiny bite. "No, of course not!" She refused to let him see her falter. She wasn't going to back down now. Levy wasn't doing this on a simple whim or just because he seemed like the best candidate to fulfill her request. Really, she was going to prove to herself that she was no longer afraid of him. Although the days of cowering behind a wall or her friends' backs when he'd walk by were long gone, she still couldn't help but feel little tremors in her legs when she saw him coming. Even if he looked her direction and caught her staring, her throat would clench up suddenly while the pace of her heartbeat would change and her cheeks would begin to burn at being caught.
Then she'd remember how he had beaten her to within an inch of her life and branded that evil insignia on her chest and crucified her and her friends upon a tree. Although the mark was long gone and only a faint scar remained, she could still feel the burning.
To any other man, it was an unforgivable crime.
Something softened inside her quickly, however...because he'd somehow found a sizeable amount of redemption by defending her from Luxus by an attack that would have surely killed her and also aided in protecting Fairy Tail after she pleaded for his help to eradicate the problem. To which, in the end left him and Natsu comically mummified in bandages for weeks.
Yet, somehow above all of those sacrifices he'd made for her, she could never forget when he had said she was amazing. Amazing. It was a purely unbiased opinion from such a dark man whom she was technically far, far below on the totem pole of power. Nobody had called Levy McGarden amazing before.
Afterwards, it had embarrassed her how Jet and Droy had tried to attack him unprovoked. It was an honorable way for him to handle the shuffle. But that was in the past and they were all capable mages. Fighting was in their blood. She was not going to dwell on ancient history, which was precisely why she had sought him out and, whether he realized this or not, he was going to aid in absolving this inner turmoil she felt around him. She would trust only him with this one request she had.
"Hn,"
She snapped her eyes back up to his as the noise caught her attention. He looked very cruel, like causing pain was his profession and woe to the next victim that crossed his path as he sacrificed them in his quest of inflicting never ending suffering.
However, Levy couldn't help but smile a bit sarcastically. If it were anyone else, she was certain he'd remark something like, 'you were the one who came to me, I'm taking time out of my day to waste on you,' and then walk away scoffing, 'I've got better things to do'.
But Gajeel never tended to avoid her like he did the others. Of course, he never went out of his way to talk to her either. He just...tolerated her. And acknowledged that she was, in fact, highly intelligent, albeit a bit talkative at times but could hold a comprehensive conversation like a normal human being despite being one of the youngest members of the guild.
Of course, 'normal' was a very flexible and individualized word within Fairy Tail. One might taking into consideration such things as being intoxicated to the point of alcohol poisoning, spewing flames or ice at one another in an innate farce that would continue even in post-apocalyptic conditions, arguing about manly qualities(i.e. manness, manatees, mansmex and just plain manabilities), OCD's concerning fish, stripping, skivvies and exhibitionism, binge drinking out of a barrel, gawking over popular mages in magazines, meddling in private business, matchmaking and basically wreaking havoc throughout the whole guild.
She'd over heard him many a time mumbled at how 'fucking crazy' the guild was, or rather that they were a bunch of drunken lunatics.
She had found it oddly hypocritical of him to make such assumptions when, at the time, he himself had been three sheets to the wind. Not to mention the whole Mirajane/Lucy the Bunny Girl event. Despite the position he currently had her in, she wanted to smile as the image of Gajeel wearing a fedora popped into her head.
Almost as if he could read her thoughts, he put an abrupt halt to them by forbidding that glint of humor in her eye and the smile that was about to make its debut.
"You ready?" He caught her off guard. His hand had grasped her jaw, pudging out her cheeks slightly as he twisted her head to the side. "It'll probably hurt for a minute, since it's your first time."
"I...I," she stammered out, but the short words were muffled from his hold on her jaw. He leaned in close and her heart skipped a beat. His grip was firm, by no means rough, but not very gentle either. Not to mention, his fingers were quite calloused and irritated her soft cheeks. "I...hate pain," she announced uselessly, taking no time to reason that her statement in protest to pain was highly contradictory to her profession as a mage. It was beyond nerve wracking to have him so close to her person, meaning that whatever came out of her mouth was not likely to make any sense.
"Then stop holding your breath. Just relax and breathe steadily." Anticipation and excitement shivered down her spine. How could he expect her not to be tense for the first time? "Open your legs, I need to get closer," Gajeel ordered.
"B-but my...!" She tried to turn her head toward him, but he quickly corrected the action. She was aware of his rough fingers gripping the bone of her jaw and it felt as though he could snap the fragile thing with minimal effort.
"Don't be a baby," he said quietly and reached down with his free hand to spread her knees, enabling him to lean in closer to her body and position the tip perfectly.
"Please, be careful," was her last words before his fingertips were on her neck and brushing her hair behind her ear. To feel him touching her almost intimately there was making her skin tingle in strange and unsettling ways. He was so close she could smell his fresh scent, almost like a smoky breeze similar to Natsu, but more clean and metallic like the taste of blood in one's mouth.
The evil man, he did it without warning and thrust it forward suddenly. In shock, Levy clutched one hand to the edge of the table she was sitting upon as the other latched onto the front collar of his shirt. Her fingers tangled in the smooth fabric and her chest, half exposed by the bathing suit and tiny vest she wore, heaved upwards and nearly grazed against his. "Gajeel!" she cried in affronted protest before squeezing her trembling legs tightly around his waist.
Her body tensed, bracing for epic torture. The abrupt, sharp and, albeit minuscule, pain pierced straight through her with a quiet 'pop' noise. The warm trickle of blood on her skin made her whimper and release another pitiful sound of dread as she waited for something more painful than this…only to have nothing happen. She had been expecting and preparing for this experience to be so much more unpleasant.
"See, nothing to it," he stated blandly, blowing softly on her newly pierced ear before slowly leaning back.
In an instant, the burning in her ear subsided.
Hesitantly, Levy opened her eyes and licked her lips. He was giving her an odd sort of look, standing there between her legs with crossed arms. He probably thought she was batty for being so dramatic. It certainly looked like it.
She could hardly be blamed for her caution. It was purely logical to believe it would be epically painful. After all, to willingly subject oneself to injury went against instinct.
Regardless, it had felt like little more than a pinch. For that, she had been glad.
Finally taking a huge sigh of relief, she quickly reached over to grab the compact mirror she had brought with her and gazed upon the brand new rhinestone earring perched in her small earlobe, twinkling back at her reflection prettily. There was hardly any blood at all!
"Wow, you really are good at this!" She threw the mirror to the side and smiled brightly at him. "It barely hurt at all." Levy, moving fast before she lost her nerve, turned her head to give him the other ear, reached up to pull her hair back and smiled again. "Now this one, please," she asked eagerly.
With a disturbingly passive expression, he grabbed the other earring sitting on the table and sterilized her ear before repeating the process. She did well in keeping her mind occupied as the slight nip forced a weak shiver through her body and a brief wince. Regardless, she'd happily succeeded at retaining her conviction not to whine about it. Feeling her muscles lose their tension, Levy quietly sighed into the relaxing, only to tighten her grip on his shirt when a full blown tremble wracked her from the inside out as he blew on her ear again to ebb the burning.
Hastily pushing the sensation aside, Levy cleansed her mind of the memory.
With a big, hearty smile on her face, she lifted her thick cyan hair and tilted her head in a playful pose. "How do they look?" she asked, a hint of an impish smirk tugging at her eyes.
"Fine, I suppose," he supplied without much interest, even as his gaze dropped to her exposed neck.
"I still don't have nearly as many piercings as you do, though," she giggled teasingly, stating the obvious. "How many do you have, anyways?" she asked, hoping to prompt conversation and rid herself of her fears. Perhaps if she played her cards right, she could gain herself a friend out of this.
"A lot," he stated in a sardonically sarcastic tone and a scowling expression about his face. Levy just stared, expecting him to be more specific. Watching her from the corner of his eye, he could see she was still awaiting the answer she desired and not getting the hint that it was something he found of little importance...nor did he care to elaborate. Restraining a frustrated sigh, he replied, "Thirty-six," when it seemed those large eyes pulled at him more than he would care to admit.
Gajeel shoved his hands in his pockets as she continued to examine all the metal studs on the exposed parts of his body. Creating a mental checklist and counting them off, her eyes openly stared at the rows that climbed up his wrists and nearly reached his forearm. So many piercings ran along the bridge of his nose and along his eyebrows, his ears...his lips...
Levy suddenly blushed when, quite promptly, she realized his shirt was still clutched in her hand and he was still between her legs. With his loose fitting jeans that gently chaffed the soft skin of her inner thighs, Levy was very much reminded that a he was a man and she was not.
"Where else do you have piercings?" she asked nervously in an attempt to casually release the black fabric without him noticing. Remarkably enough, even as she dropped her hand she couldn't bring herself push him away.
All she got from him was "Heh" and a cocky smirk accompanied by a 'wouldn't you like to know' look in his eyes that could only mean, yes indeed, he had piercings everywhere.
But Levy merely looked back at him naively, not understanding.
"Is your tongue pierced, too?" she continued curiously.
"Yeah," he answered with clenched teeth, slightly irked at how he always seemed to easily find his patience with her. Considering, if it were any other guild member, he'd have punched them in the kidney for asking him such stupid questions.
"Really?" Her eyes brightened. "C-can I see?" She pursed her lips expectantly.
Much to her shock and delight, Gajeel's lips parted marginally and exposed the ball-end iron rod stabbed through his tongue. Quite fascinated, Levy leaned forward a few inches to get a better glance and failed to notice the rather grumpy expression marring his partially slouched countenance.
"Oh," she drawled with a curious and cat-like look in her eyes. She reached out as if to touch it, becoming more and more distracted by the enthralling curve of his lips.
He instantly clamped his mouth shut, an unspoken warning to mind her own business and keep her hands to herself.
Levy drew her hand away with a smile. Perhaps then he'd realize she wasn't a threat to his impenetrable wall of personal space.
"Could you do one more thing for me before you leave?" she asked, hoping to accost him before he left for the new mission he had picked off the board earlier this morning. It was quite the mystery why, for such a strong s-class mage, he always chose such strange jobs. Even if she wanted to ask him, she was fairly certain he'd reply something along the lines of, 'none of your business'.
Over time she had come to the conclusion that he wasn't necessarily being rude in his remarks, he was just being...well, Gajeel. Of which, many looked at him as if he were enigmatic, frightening and unapproachable. It was as if they believed he was made of poison.
She couldn't shake the feeling he was vastly misunderstood. She wanted to dissect his mind and find out what was behind that permanent frown and those intense red eyes. There was more to him than a rough exterior and cold innards, she could feel it in so many indescribable ways.
"I want another piercing," she explained evenly and lifted her fingers to begin unbuttoning her powdery-pink vest.
Gajeel cocked an eyebrow.
Attempting to keep his face neutral, something deep inside him began praying to his Dragon Master Metalicana that she wanted her nipples pierced. She shrugged off the tiny, pathetic excuse for a piece of clothing and Gajeel clenched his hands in his pockets as his mind conjured up the image of her bare breasts in his palms. Though, to his disappointment, the white bikini top that was underneath remained untouched.
A fleeting thought circled his brain and he wondered if she would mind it if he were to simply rip the flimsy fabric from her body. When she thrust out her rather sunken-in stomach without much success, and inadvertently offered up her chest in the process, he began to feel the temptation.
His eyes briefly lifted to her face, curious to see if she had any inkling as to what she was doing. The obvious innocence in her smile spoke volumes, though he wondered if she had a single clue as to the images she was provoking. Certainly she knew the inspiration she incited in his head, certainly she knew it had nothing to do with the butterflies and unicorns reflected in her gaze.
"I want my bellybutton pierced, too!" she chirped, breaking his thoughts.
His eyes wandered down her delicate, rather frail looking frame to the mini indent in her stomach that was her bellybutton. He nearly scoffed.
"You're fucking joking." Gajeel frowned, appalled that she would ask such a thing of him. "I'm not doing that girly shit, Levy," he said, completely ready to leave.
He instantly regretted saying it, for the wounded look she shot him made him care more than he knew he should have. He felt as if he'd just eaten a newborn fawn before a group of frantically bawling children...something he would have normally found amusing and laughed in their faces with a 'thanks for the venison' attitude.
But then he remembered the way she looked at him from behind the corners of walls when he walked into a room and the way she hid under tables, quivering and shaking and holding her breath as she watched from between the legs of chairs as his boots passed her by, waiting and praying for the heavy thuds of his footfalls to just disappear. It felt as if he were torturing and branding her all over again.
Gajeel grit his teeth and pulled his hands out of his pockets, willing to do anything to get her to stop looking at him with those hurt, violet eyes.
Nearly coming in nose to nose, he moved in and planted his palms atop the table, blocking her in.
"Lay down," he bit out, coming off harsher than what he intended. But it wasn't without good reason. He'd be damned if he was going to sit here and listen to her beg and plead and make him suffer just for a fucking bellybutton ring.
"Aye, sir!" Wide eyed, Levy flinched away automatically, bit her cheek and obediently lowered herself back onto the table.
Gajeel wasted little time dawdling. Sterilizing the skin around the area on her stomach, he concentrated on ignoring her enchanting eyes and the way her legs had widened welcomingly to accommodate him. He was ready to get on with his day. He had better shit to do than play 'happy fun time' with this little nerd and feel her body rubbing up against his in sinfully delicious ways and wonder if she'd ever let him get this close to her again.
When his fingers barely grazed the skin of her abdomen and the girl's whole body started to shake, Gajeel clenched his jaw. With her legs trembling helplessly around his waist, he began to wonder if he should even bother continuing if she were truly so afraid of him. As she squirmed restlessly beneath him, he lifted his gaze and examined her cautiously. Trying to hide her nerves, Levy quickly raised her hands and clasped them above her head on the table to conceal the tremors taking over her fingers.
Realizing her bikini had begun to ride up to the smooth underside of her breasts until the cloth barely covered her nipples, Levy felt the intense heat of a blush rise on her cheeks. The flippy little skirt she wore had uselessly rode up her thighs, showing off the almost childlike floral printed panties beneath. Worse still was the tingle of sensation that traveled down her spine and across her breast when her nipples began to harden from his close proximity. Embarrassed beyond atonement, Levy bit her lip as her eyes started watering in prelude to the tears wanting to fall.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" he asked insensitively. Did she really hate him so much?
Levy blinked rapidly and offered him a wobbly smile. "I'm f-fine. Just cold." He saw her throat bob as she swallowed hard.
"It's fucking one hundred degrees in here, what do you mean, 'you're cold'?" He furrowed his brows and stared at her as if she'd just lost her mind. At his words, her thin arms looked like they were about to encompass her head as she shrunk into herself more.
"Then, I'm just...I'm just nervous, that's all," she tried to assure him. Never had she been so painfully aware of a man before, nor felt so vulnerable or embarrassed as she did in this moment.
"Whatever," he sighed, tired of his unwelcome reactions to the girl. He didn't like the way she looked as if she were terrified he would devour her whole, he didn't like how she trembled uncontrollably in fear when he touched her, he didn't like how he was beginning to wish she shivered at his caress in a vastly different way and he really fucking hated how he couldn't keep his eyes off her breasts, even as she lay under him terrified. "Just hold still so I don't fuck it up. You don't want it uneven, do you?" he breathed out, mellowing out his tone.
Levy shook her head even as she refused to look at him. She knew if she did her heart would leap right out of her chest for it was beating so fast.
With the bellybutton ring in hand, Gajeel's body leaned into hers, his hips coming into contact with the juncture of her thighs. Words could not describe the jolt of pure electricity that went up her spine. It was all Levy could do to hold in the squeaky noise in the back of her throat as she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth to chew on restlessly.
There was a deafening silence that followed as he grew terribly still.
"I see." He smirked and put more weight into his hips, finally forcing the barely retained mewl out from her lips. He could practically taste the pheromones in the air the scent was so strong.
His palm spread across her upper waist and it seemed the shivering got worse. He almost hesitated, but with the aroma of her arousal in the air clearly pointing out that it was not fear he was inciting in her, he pushed forward anyways.
"W-wait!" She covered her eyes with the back of her arm, trying to digest the moment and how she should react. But she was far too intrigued to try to push him away. She was a skittish, book smart girl who had little defenses against such things she had no experience amongst. Still, it didn't mean she'd just let him take advantage of her.
"What? You don't want the piercing?" With hardened, skilled fingers he positioned the needle over her skin.
"No, I do." Her breathing had become labored by now, as it was fair to say he realized how this was affecting her and was making full use of it. Levy was loath to admit she was actually finding this masochistic behavior a little thrilling...and she was naïve for hoping he wouldn't notice. Clearly, it was intriguing him enough to continue.
She felt the prick of the needle and, in unison, Gajeel pushed the sharp metal through her skin as he gently thrust his groin into hers, grinding into her slightly and causing a hot moisture to soak her undergarments.
Levy clutched onto his upper arm as her breath left her. "Gajeel..." she moaned, her nipples visibly hardening through the thin bikini top. She didn't seem to notice his other hand was on her thigh, snaking under her skirt, as she was too rapt with the continual soft grinding until he finally pushed the needle through to the other side.
Gajeel watched on from above with an arrogant smirk at how things seemed to be playing out so suddenly. He couldn't even distinguish if he was intentionally torturing her for the purpose of cruel teasing...or if he was doing this for his own sexual pleasure, for all he wanted to do was delve down and devour those beautiful tits that he was so entranced with.
Fuck it, it didn't matter anyways. He doubted this shy little bookworm even knew how to masturbate let alone what to do with a dick, but right now he couldn't bring himself to care. He just...didn't want to hurt her again.
He heard another moan and suddenly there was no denying the heat building in his body or the desire written in her eyes.
The pain/pleasure that had coursed through her body was too much and had her back coming off the table. He watched the way her bikini rode clear up to expose the pink of her areola, the only thing keeping the fabric from riding up any further being the little hardened bud that had grown taut from sensation. His hand gripped desperately to her ass – pushing her up into his hips. He rocked into her, his thrusting gentle and easy and no matter how much he tried to convince himself, he couldn't stop. He wanted her faster, harder...inside her. The room suddenly became much hotter, and in the blink of an eye her vision swam before going completely white. Her inner walls were clenching intensely in time with her erratic heartbeat and emitting a warm concoction that saturated her core and his senses.
"Fuck, Levy, you did not just cum..." Gajeel's hand reached down to grip his dick, readjusting it in his pants to ease the painful pressure. He wasn't sure if he was turned on or off by that. Most men didn't even cum that easily.
It seemed like his statement was rhetorical, but in this haze she wasn't completely cogent. Everything about her was throbbing. Her breasts were aching and her head felt too weak to even move as she eased her arched spine back onto the table, her chest rising and falling in soft little pants.
"Ah," another moan left her lips when she felt his tongue on her stomach.
Gajeel let the little drops of blood run over his taste buds, bitter from the sterilizer and metallic from the salty red liquid. He loved that metallic taste, he savored it. Before he did anything else, however, he took the small curved rod, pushed it through behind the needle and secured the new bellybutton ring in place.
The feel of metal pushing through her skin again made her body tingle once more. Her whole nervous system was on overload.
"Hn, you like that?" She felt his lips grin against the vulnerable area just below her breast, following the small protrusions of her ribs.
"Yes," she whispered softly and allowed herself to finally drop her hands down into his thick, wicked mane of jet black hair.
He wasn't exactly sure how far he wanted this to go, or how he should react to her touching him so freely. He wanted to instinctively push her away out of habit, but he reluctantly wanted her touch all the same. He was willing to barter such favors because, either way, come hell or high water, he was at least going to get his teeth around those pert little tits. But the problem was, he couldn't decide which he wanted more...to bury his face in those perky breasts or to bury it between her hot, moist thighs.
Gajeel had to do the logical thing, which was to go for the closest option.
Her breasts.
When he felt her shaking fingers at his collar again to unbutton the shirt, he returned the favor and slid a knuckle under one of the cups of her bikini...his lips trailing close behind. As she finished the job and his shirt was left hanging open, her hands splayed across his chest as he simultaneously pushed the cloth far enough up for a rosy nipple to pop out. Gajeel finally attained his goal as he leaned down and sucked the pink bud into his mouth, savoring the thing like nothing he had tasted before.
"Gajeel..." She was breathless and he was quickly losing himself as he groaned in return to her cry. The feel of the metal in his tongue and lips grazing over her pert nipple was pleasantly hard to define.
One arm slid around her waist and brought her harshly into contact his bare chest, skin on skin, hungry for more. His body was harder than she had expected, like a steel frame covered in warm human flesh. And he was crushing her, never letting go, feeding upon her breast and squeezing her ass so hard it hurt as he grinded into that same place that made her mind go into blissful surrender.
The rare grunt that would depart from his chest now and then made her roll her head to the side to rest her cheek against the spiky texture of his hair. He was no gentle lover, not when he was this infatuated. Somewhere inside him something was screaming to stop, he was going too far, he was going to hurt her again if he didn't.
And that was that was the last thing Gajeel wanted...to hurt her again.
But her scent, the strong aroma of her release was still branded in his nostrils, keeping his member painfully hard no matter how much he kept trying to calm himself down. The helpless little noises she made, the soft feel of her in his arms was so pliable. The flavor of her breasts was better than food to a starving man. That smiling baby face he could contort into that of a passion filled woman. The smell of her cyan hair and how remarkably silky it was in its texture. She was like a little slice of heaven, something he'd never known, something he'd never thought he wanted to know.
He was going to a place he'd never been and he was far from comfortable with it. But...it was as if he needed it. He needed her.
Desperately.
Before he was aware of himself, he had abandoned her so beloved breast for her neck, then her jaw...and possessed her lips. She was so responsive, bending to his every will, the perfect submissive - eager to give him every part of her being and not even complaining about the sting of metal on her soft lips.
Gajeel Redfox did not kiss. He bit. He gnarled. He grappled with his tongue and took what he wanted with his lips. He greedily swallowed every gasp from the girl in his arms as one of her nipples brushed against the iron rod pierced through his own.
She clung to him and he allowed one hand to delve into that mass of hair that was like the color of the sky.
It was almost as if he were on autopilot, for before he knew it he had her flipped around and bent over the table. His pants were around his ankles and he was whispering the most vile, vulgar innuendoes into her ear that the devil himself would never even think to utter. She stuttered in her short responses, too uncertain to know how to properly react, yet seemingly too wrapped up in the intensity to care that any respectable woman would have likely been offended by his vocabulary.
Suddenly he was obsessed with the fact that he'd be damned if it wasn't his dick that was the first thing he got inside her.
It was that grimly scarred arm that must have been the culprit in guiding it into place, because while he was busy leaning over her slender body, tracing his lips down her shoulder blades and reaching around to fondle her breast...she cried out in pain as her body rocked forward.
The thick, intoxicating scent of sex and arousal caused Gajeel to grit his teeth in what could only be described as agonizing pleasure. However, the confusing anger hit when he also got a whiff of tears and a faint touch of fear.
He really shouldn't be doing this...
He'd undoubtedly gotten the first inch of his erection in that tight little opening, yet she was so tight and hot and tight and...Gajeel grit his teeth again.
Examining the girl panting against the table, he laid his hand on her waist just above her buttocks and squeezed. He moved his hips forward gently, but there wasn't much leeway as she was already gripping him so hard it almost pissed him off. The hand on her hip contracted again in frustration as he debated with himself whether he should even continue. He reminded himself of who this girl was and that he should be protecting her, not bending her over tables in dusty stockrooms tucked in the back of the guild.
Gajeel's frustration dispelled the moment she shot him a questioning look with those violet eyes. Laying his palm atop the table beside her head, he tried not to laugh at the whole fucking situation. The girl was tight...too fucking tight - granted all the studded piercings running up his dick ripping her apart probably weren't helping out either.
It was one of the first situations, he could shamefully admit, he hadn't even bothered to think through properly. And still, despite himself, he wanted to sink into her and ride her until she was crying out in pure rapture. She was so wet, so warm and so tight it was sinful.
Suddenly, it seemed, at the most inopportune time, from the single open window in the room came a crow's call out in the distance.
It was Master Ivan's calling card and Gajeel wasn't sure if it was an outright curse or a blessing in disguise.
"Fuck,"
In reality, it was just another reminder why this whole thing was so wrong. Levy didn't know who he was, or why he was at Fairy Tail to begin with. Though he'd sworn to protect the guild, to protect her and to do everything in his power to make sure Ivan never got the opportunity to harm their guild, it didn't change the fact that he was a double spy - something that he had no idea how someone like Levy would react to. It wasn't exactly the easiest job in the world, but he...
God, he had to get out of this room.
He looked down to the girl below him with a mixture of self-loathing and painful lust. He'd be doing her the biggest favor of her life if he just left her alone.
Gajeel slowly leaned down and bit into his tongue as he pulled out of her.
"I'm sorry," he whispered roughly against her ear.
The omission made her gasp in shock. "No, wait–" She covered one arm over her chest as she sat up and twisted around, surprised to see him pulling his pants back up and buttoning his shirt back into place. "I still want...I mean, I thought..."
"Listen, it's best if you just forget about it."
Levy was awestruck.
"Are you serious? I won't just forget about it!" she exclaimed, trying to sound firm and formidable, but the crack in her voice gave her away. "What is it? Is it because I'm-" Embarrassing as it was, she couldn't bring herself to say it but he almost seemed him pause at that, as if the thought hadn't even occurred to him until she'd said it.
"It would have been a mistake either way," he scoffed and looked away.
"Why?" she demanded but then shrunk away again when he gave her a scowl, reminding her that this was the man who had strung her and her teammates up a tree after torturing them into unconsciousness. She swallowed hard, hating that she was once again reverted back to cowering before him in fear by a mere look from him.
"That's why." Levy lowered her eyes with a stubborn frown as he narrowed his gaze and closed in on her. "You think I can't smell your fear, let alone see it on your face?" In an instant he had her against the wall. His hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them away from her body, binding them to the wall by metal cuffs. "Do you really expect me to fuck you when you can't even get over the past?"
Levy's eyes shot open in anger at his crude method of describing what almost happened between them.
"That's not it," she said firmly, meeting him eye to eye to bravely show him her determination.
"Oh?" He had that horrible smile on his face. The same one she'd seen the first moment she'd laid eyes upon him. Levy watched on in silent dread as he brought a single finger up to her chest, melting the appendage into a metal claw. "So you wouldn't mind if I did this?"
Deliberate and slow, he began to trace the sharp tip around the faded scar branded on her skin. It didn't take long before flashbacks of terror, suffering and her friends' cries of pain flooded her mind, prompting her to squeeze her eyes shut and turn away.
"Stop!" She nearly screamed, suddenly breathless and. Even as tears dared to prick at her lashes, she looked back up to him fiercely, refusing to be a victim of his cruelty. Yet, as she watched him, she couldn't quite discern the look in his eyes. There was no cruelty or harsh coldness...only regret.
Levy almost gasped.
Was he doing this...to keep her away from him?
Without another word, he turned and began to leave.
"Wait, please–" she began, but quickly became frustrated when he only ignored her. "Gajeel! Don't you leave me here like this!"
"I've got work to do." He picked up his bag by the doorway that he'd deposited there when they'd first entered the room and didn't even bother to look over his shoulder as he left. "See ya around."
The moment he was clear of the guild, the cuffs binding her to the wall were dissolved and her hands were freed. She had a brief mind to go after him, but even she knew it would do neither of them any good at the moment. Gajeel still had things from his past that he had obviously not sorted out properly; things that he's done, people that he had hurt and lives that he had quite possibly ruined. Even Levy could see that even since Master Markov had taken the young man under his wing, Gajeel had struggled with the misdeeds of his actions.
"Gajeel...I'm sorry, too," she whispered into the empty room.
Perhaps, in time, she would fully conquer her fear of him. And when that day came, she could help him along in his journey, she could free him of his troubles and maybe one day they could even be friends.
Indeed, there was more to Gajeel Redfox than what first meets the eye.
As Levy went to retrieve her discarded vest and clean up their mess, she noticed a single black feather laying on the table. She stared at it for a moment, wondering where it came from before picking it up and looking to the open window that was just above the table.
It was the only thing she was left with. That, and the wondering subject of how their next confrontation would play out.
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So this is rewritten for the purpose that I disliked the character portrayal before. I hope this is more closely IC than my last effort. Not many things have been altered, as I do not have the time, but I wanted to clean this up and make it more presentable to readers. Though the concept of the fic has not changed by much, I tried to be rid of the less-than-mature moments I had previously created in the story. Gajeel seemed like too much of an asshole before, but now I hope this suits their post-crucifixion relationship/personalities better. In the manga, it's obvious Gajeel was a jerk trying to learn to open up and make trustworthy friends, while Levy was shy and bookish and had gained a fear of Gajeel.
By now, both characters have developed. Gajeel is much more open and friendly and because of his efforts to do right by Levy, her confidence has soared. She's become stronger and has lost her fear of him long ago.
Now that many years have passed and they're basically canon, I don't have much interest in continuing this story considering when it was written, Levy was huddling in fear behind every corner Gajeel walked by. Maybe things will change if I get into FT again. Only time can tell, but for now, this is finished.
Although I'm still not happy with it(I'm not really happy with any of my older works), I'm glad that I could at least touch it up.
Adieu!