So, I had this interesting idea.

Natsu is pretty dumb when it comes to the laws of attraction, Lucy is far too shy about the subject of love to admit to anything. So …. they are not the sort of people who I would imagine being young lovers. I don't think they could, unless locked up in a room together after having been told by the others, that (he/she) likes them.

So if they don't build up any romance when they're younger how about a romance for when they are older and more mature.

Or ... What if one gets married and the other greatly dislikes it.

Or ... What if one dies and the other goes back in time to prevent it.

There are so many possibilities and this is what I came up with.

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The Starlight Stalker. Gone Rogue

Chapter 1.

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Sometime around 11pm down the streets of Magnolia City there was not a sound to be heard, but for a gentle tap tap of a young woman's shoes down an empty street. The night air was cold, clean, and very refreshing for those who had just come out of a stuffy building. There was no moon on that night and the stars shone brightly in the heavens as if trying to make up for the loss of the moon. This person liked being out under the eyes of the stars. It always made them feel at home wherever they went, and this was because the young lady in question was a stella mage (a summoner of spirits).

Lucy of Fairy Tail, the spirit summoner in question, had been enjoying a very hard earned night out with friends. She had not gone to the guild and spent her time there drinking and eating as was expected of a wizard from Fairy Tail. But instead, had taking up Levy's offer to go to a book studying group at a local library. It had been exciting to meet with other people, besides those who thrived on magic, people who loved reading and who were aspiring in creative writing. The book club had been lovely and afterwards they had gone out to dinner at a place fit for elegant people who wanted to get somewhere in life. She had thought then that she should dine at places like that more often, if only her best friend had manners of any kind that he could just switch on temporarily so she could come to these sorts of places. But alas, there was no hope for him. He was no doubt either still fighting Gray, off leveling all the tables in the guild, or simply sleeping in his own beer.

She sighed, 'Why must he always do the same thing every day. Would it really hurt him to just try and do something a little bit different and interesting.' she thought back to all the times he and she had been alone together, when they talked together, when they laughed together, and when they helped each other. Lucy had also thought she and Natsu might develop feelings for each other one day, and although Lucy could admit to admiring him often from time to time she would never be able to admit it to his face. She stopped and looked up at the stars. 'If I did do that, he would most certainly laugh at me.'

She let out a sorrow-filled sigh and let the wayward thought go. She would get over it, and in no doubt find someone far more worthwhile in the long run. Someone who didn't feel the need to call her fat to her face, or tease and laugh at her. Someone who would take her seriously.

"Yes!" Lucy said psyching herself up. "I'm worth investing in a beautiful long-term relationship. I don't want left-overs." She will get the perfect gentleman. That is the sort of person she wanted to fall in love with.

She was carrying on with her walk back to her apartment when she heard the sound of footprints following close behind, but when she glanced back her she saw nothing. After walking ahead a few more paces, she risks looking behind again, only this time to see a tall shrouded figure in a long black cape. She couldn't make out any other features because the darkness made it hard to see anything. She picked up her pace and tried to loss the guy. 'What if he follows me home' she thought. 'What if I'm being targeted to be kidnapped again.' Her trail of thoughts were miserable and she started making herself feel worse. 'Just go home, ignore him, he is probably just walking back home too.'

She got to her house as soon as possible, let herself in and locked the doors. She let herself breath a sigh of relief and went upstairs to run herself a bath. She would want a good hot one tonight. That was kind-of scary, very similar to that time when her father had been the one stalking her, but thankfully she had found out that the stalker was her father. It was still scary when you didn't know. She went into the bathroom and turned the taps on. 'I wonder what would have happened if he followed me here.' The terrible thoughts still lingered in her mind. She took off her clothes and put them in her washing basket, then wrapped herself up in a towel. She felt at peace being in her own house though, and safe that no one broke in but her strange friends.

Her bath was set and she had started humming to herself joyfully trying to forget the worrying stalking event. When she heard the noise of her window opening. 'That has to be Natsu! No one comes in that way, but Happy and him.' She pushed open the bathroom door to look out, "Natsu! ..." she started calling out, but instead stood transfixed in horror, for in the middle of her room stood the black tall figure from earlier.

"What are you doing here!" she screamed, "This is a private house get out!" The shrouded man in black said nothing, but instead responded by moving to the window pulling it shut and closing the curtains, locking himself in with her. She felt her fear rise again at the closeness of this creep. "You will regret ever coming in here!" she said threateningly, moving her hand down to grab her keys, but they were not on her hips. She rushed for the bathroom to get them off the windowsill where she now remembered she put them.

"No, none of that." the stranger moved exceedingly fast and grabbed her by the waist before she had time to even properly turn round. His hand came up to her mouth preventing her scream from being heard by her neighbours. She kicked and tried to scream to escape, but his grip was as strong as iron. In all her movements her towel had begun to loosen and started to slip. She used her hands to try and hold it up to no avail, as the stranger to saw what was happening he took the moment of opportunity and pulled it off her body totally exposing herself to him.

Lucy tried to cover her breasts before he saw, but he just lifted her up over his shoulder and dumped her onto her bed. The movement itself enough to make her loose her grip and show him everything. Lucy sat up and immediately tried to move across to the other side of the bed. He grabbed her and laid her out flat on her back and then climbed on top using his stronger body and heavier weight to hold her in an immovable position. His hands held her arms down on the sheets out to the sides of her body, while astride her the muscles in his legs gripped hers tightly.

A few mind-blowing, agonizing moments passed for Lucy as he seemed to be admiring her body. She was in the stage of shock, deliberating whether or not to scream, whether someone would actually come and save her, or whether they would just think she was being weird again and ignore the cries completely.

The molester above her moved both his hands onto her breasts, and then gently started kneading and pulling them. Lucy had never been touched in this way before and shock filled her entire system as she found herself getting turned on by a stranger's touch. Her hands were twitching as if trying to find out how they even worked again. Her body might be betraying her, but her mind would not. If force wouldn't work, then maybe she could talk him out of it.

"Please don't do this, I'll pay you to leave. Just … get … off..." Hearing her own refusal seemed to activate all the numbed energy that had remained hidden up to this point and she started to push his hands away from her with all her might. But it was useless. She was far weaker than him. She began to hyperventilate and stiffen uncontrollably when her fear increased.

"Don't! I'm a me..." Lucy not expect to be interrupted, but his lips came down swiftly and sucked the sentence from her mouth. His hands softened their grip on her breasts as he continued to kiss her in an unexpectedly gentle manner. After a dozen breasts kneads and slow kisses she started to relax into the gentle feeling. 'What was wrong with me? How can I allow this to happen?' she turned her mouth away forcefully from him and screamed, "Get off! Get off! Get off!"

He gripped her breasts hard again and pulled himself up her body, while pushing his weight down upon her, "And, Why should I Lady Lucy?" he muttered in a teasing, and mysterious voice, "Do you have someone else in mind you would rather do it with? You were all alone this evening. That's not right. Do you want to keep your body all to yourself until you're old?" His hips were rubbing against hers as he was talking and she could feel he was very much aroused. He leaned forward again and whispered, "Why don't you just let loose with me now? It will be fun, I guarantee it." The shock from his words sent her mind into overload and she felt a rush of fluids down her body to her lower stomach. 'No! Why am I getting turned on by this? I don't want to have sex!'

She glared back into his face, but couldn't see anything as his head and body still remained covered by his hood and tattered cape. He held up a finger to his lips. "shhhhh. You don't want to wake your neighbours do you?" He traced her body with his fingers staring at every aspect of it. "You're amazing, just as I imagined."

He kept on touching her breasts, kept on rubbing her body with his, and kept on kissing her neck. 'Maybe he was an admirer of hers that had spent to long looking at the posters of Fairytail and had decided he might give her a go.' She didn't feel like she being used like a worthless sex tool, but it felt more like he was worshipping her, treating her as a goddess. The more he caused her to feel, the more she found her resistance leaving her. Her mind tried to process it. This didn't feel like rape, as it was described in stories she had read. It was personal, gentle, and slow, and "Huuuhhhhhm." she heard a small, but long sound pass through her lips as he rocked against her again. 'What was he doing to her.'

"Lucy." the man whispered, kissing her neck again. His hands left her breasts and started travelling down her body. She breathed in a shocked gasp as his hands settled on her hips, and started rubbing the skin just below her belly button. "Lucy," he spoke out her name, as he pushed the soft skin there, "Lucy, love me." he breathed into her hair at the back of her neck. "Love me." His words shocked her, it was as if he was asking permission, but also the fact he said her name with such passion and need. 'No one has ever spoken to me like this. No one has. Who is this guy?'

"Who … are … you?" Lucy questioned breathlessly, with as much anger as she still felt she could give, accenting ever word.

He sat up and took off his cape and hood. Throwing them to Lucy's floor. What shocked her most at that moment in time was not the sight of the filthiest clothes she had ever seen falling to her floor, but the amount of scars on the man's face. There were deep cuts and what looked like burns across his face. If she didn't know better she'd say he had been fighting dragons. His hair was dirty and black as if it had been dipped into boot polish and then scratched back into shape by running through hedges. He didn't stop there, but carried on taking off his black, long sleeved coat and vest. His chest looked just as badly wounded as his face cut and burnt in many of places.

Lucy drew up her hand and touched his wounded chest experimentally. The others in the guild had always seemed to receive a lot of wounds from missions, but never as much as this. Her heart started to emotionally bleed for the pain this stranger must have been through. 'What am I doing?' Somehow a feeling of calm had settled upon her. Did her subconsciousness know a secret?

The stranger seemed just as shocked as she was by her actions, and gently pulled her hand away from his chest and turned around. He pulled his boots off and his trousers, and then turned round to climb back onto her, but this time totally naked as well.

He crawled his way onto the bed and spread her legs apart coming up in-between them this time. His eyes captured hers and she could see the lust in them. He was hungry for her. She felt her legs start to shake uncontrollably at such intimate closeness. 'Is this really happening to me? My first time will be with a complete and utter stranger?'

He moved her around and tried to get into what she could only imagine might be the best sexual position for him.

"Wait," she whispered breathlessly, not really sure what she could do at this point, "Please don't hurt me. This will be my first time. I don't know how..." she stopped, a mocking voice in her head started speaking, 'was he really going to care at this point. He was probably going to rape her three or four times then leave. Or he would...'

"Lucy." the older man called her name. He leaned forward across her body and planted a tender kiss on her forehead, then another on her cheek, then a deeper one on her lips, and then a really passionate one into her neck. Her whole body was shaking at this point. She thought he would stop soon, and then just continue with,... what he had started. Her left hand travelled down below to check just how far apart they were. She couldn't quite see at this angle. She placed her hand over her virginity feeling very vulnerable and scared, and yet she also shocked herself with just how curious she was to know how it would feel to have him inside her body. She ordered her mind to stop conjuring those thoughts, but that did not help her. She could feel it, that part of him rubbing against her thigh, and couldn't help, but wonder if it would be able to fit. Her right hand came down to try and move it slightly, but once she had held it he let off a loud groan of pleasure that could only mean he liked what she had done, so she let it go. But he didn't stop, he just kept kissing her neck over and over in the same spot breathing in her scent and kissing deeper.

He took both her hands away from their bodies and put them above their heads on Lucy's pillows, and just held them there with one hand as the other came back down to touch her breasts again.

Lucy could hear herself pant tying to get enough oxygen to her brain to try and make sense of the feelings that were being awakened inside her. She could feel the sheets between her legs were getting wet as he was getting more desperate with his touches. Her body was loosing it. Her mind was shutting down. His knee came up between her legs and started rocking her body pushing her up and down on the bed. He kissed her neck, and then suck it, and then kiss it again, and just as she thought he was finished in that area his teeth came down on it. She let out a gasp as he continued to rock into her, teeth embedder into her neck, knee rubbing between her legs, and his hand squeezing that one breast. She could feel her whole body shaking and her stomach was tightening in a way it had never done before. 'What is happening to me?'

He let go of her hands and sat up. Looking down at her body again. She felt like a soggy mess, and wanted to cover up, so she wrapped her arms around her head so that he could see her expression and so that she couldn't see what he did to her body next.

He pulled her arms away, and looked deeply into her eyes. "I want to see all of you Lucy." his voice sounding husky with passion, but at the same time so familiar. He ran his fingers over her face down her lips and under her chin, where he framed her face with his other hand and kissed her again deeply.

With lust and passion in his eyes he sat back up again, lifting her hips to his own, he slowly pushed into her stretching her painfully out, pushing further in, inch by inch.

Lucy was breathless and in uncomfortable pain, but she knew that it would be best to let this happen rather than fight it any longer. All she could think about was breathing, breathing, and breathing. He was lifting her hips just a bit more. He was touching her chest again, and … then her mind turned to mush.

Too much, too much,

More, and more.

Her mind and heart were operating at the same level.

deeper, deeper,

harder, harder,

faster, faster,

again, again.

She opened her eyes, she hadn't been aware that she closed them.

She was certain she was about to break, her body was about to...

He stopped for a brief moment, and shifted one of her legs over his body, and rolled her over so she was lying on her side with that leg stretched out infront of her. She wasn't sure which leg or even which side she was lying on her mind had listed it as unnecessary information. He then continued thumping into her, or that was what it felt like to her.

She heard herself give out some really loud moans over and over again.

And then faster faster...

harder harder...

She then let go of whatever it was that had coiled and tightened in her stomach and suddenly felt a great release in her, and saw a wash of colour infront of her closed eyes and felt her entire body shaking from her sexual... what was it called. She didn't care anymore. The naked man on top of her as came just a few moments later and she surprised herself again that night by wrapping one arm around him as he fell forward on her.

He rolled down to her side infront of her body and embraced her. The rough and harsh exterior of the scarred man seemed to have melted away somewhere in the passion of their love making. And it was love making. Lucy couldn't imagine calling it anything different. She lifted her hand up to touch his neck. His neck was the softest, unscathed surface of his body. He let out a sigh of contentment as she touched him. Unlike the rest of him his neck had the least amount of scars on it, as far as she could tell he only had one.

Only one...

One...

Shock pumped through her body for the umpteenth time that night. His body was larger and scarred, his hair was black, his style had been cruelly killed, his smile was not often, but it was him, wasn't it?

She sat up suddenly and looked down at him. He rolled over and looked up at her dreamily aware of her giving off an inspection attitude.

"Luce? What's wrong?" he asked.

"That's what's wrong." she said pointing at him, how she found the strength to summon all that extra energy she would never know. "Why are you old, Natsu?! and why didn't you tell me who the hell you were! And why are you dressed like a tramp? And how did you get all those scars?!"

"How did you know it was me?" Natsu asked with a confused and slightly worried face, as if she might refuse to speak to him again.

"There is only one wizard I know with a scar like that on his neck, and he is my best friend..." she suddenly felt awkward talking about Natsu with Natsu. Was it the same Natsu? Was it a Natsu from a different realm, or perhaps a clone Natsu. "Where are you from and what are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here are you, and for the last time YOU MUST STOP BREAKING INTO MY APPARTMENT! It's creepy, and scary, and ..."

She found herself stopping when she saw the grin spreading across his face. "What's so funny." she muttered angrily.

"Nothing much." he sighed and lifted up his hand and brushed it across her bare skin. "It's just so strange... " his eyes took on a deep anguish that he had hidden so well up until now. "I've missed hearing you yell at me." He pulled her body down on top of his own again. "Lucy, my Lucy. I've missed you so much." she felt him bury his nose into her neck and deeply inhale her scent, and then kiss her neck again.

She really had to admire this Natsu right now. He had gotten her to fall for him just like that. She sighed, Well it might be inevitable, she might just fall in love with her crazy best friend. She pulled his face away from her neck and looked at him, and took in everything, the cuts on his cheeks and forehead, the burn under his right eye. His green eyes looked darker and more tired than what she was used to.

'What on earth happened to him?'

"You look terrible. I think you need a bath." She stated matter-of-factly and got back up. "Follow me to the bathroom I had a nice bath waiting for me which will be cold by now, but I'm sure you can readjust the temperature." She moved to the edge of her bed, and stood up, but failed quite brilliantly as she crashed back down to the floor.

"Lucy!" Natsu jumped out of the bed with renewed energy to help her up. "Lucy! Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine, but for some strange reason my legs aren't working." She spoke with frustration. And used Natsu's body to pull herself upright again.

"Is that so?" Natsu asked. Once she was at eyeish level again she noticed the proud smirk on his face, as he allowed his supporting hand to wonder down her back and onto her ass. "I think every aspect of you is working perfectly."

"Into the bath, NOW! NATSU!" Lucy ordered slapping his hand away with renewed authority that had until this moment remained dormant, and pointed to the bathroom. He practically ran into the bath, with now what Lucy could only imagine as playful fear, and sunk down in satisfaction as he heated up the still water to something far hotter. Lucy cleaned herself up and got out some of her hardly used long concealing pyjamas to wear after her shower. He looked up for another session, but she was not going to have it.

When she went back into the bathroom she insisted that they wash his hair. Some of it felt like it had been glued together some of it felt like it had been melted together, whatever had happened to it. She cut out the really bad bits and got it to look more like it's original colour and shape if not a little bit uneven and longer. She then got him out of the bath and drying himself, and then took her own turn in the shower.

"Hummmm..." she groaned while trying to rub herself clean.

"Hummmm what?" Natsu asked, simply enjoying watching her shower.

She gave him a short uncertain glance. "You need a better haircut. Why did you allow your hair to get so disturbing gross. It's no wonder I couldn't recognize you."

"Well I just forgot. I've been travelling by myself for months." he muttered leaning backwards naked against her bathroom wall. "You … you want to cut it for me? You can if it disturbs you that much."

"Um, okay." She hadn't ever cut anyone's hair in her life, but somehow asking one of her celestial spirits to do it for her seemed out of the question at this moment in time. Everything was just to close... and personal.

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"There's my Natsu." she said proud of her handiwork. Natsu's grin was permanently fixed to his face, as he kept his eyes fixed on the woman above him.

"I love you, Lucy."

"I know." She said flatly, she was tired and she had been up for hours now and was just exhausted... However... "About this breaking in business. This is an ABSOLUTE NO NO!" how many times have I been over this? "You are not allowed to do that ever again. GOT IT! Never! Never! Never! Again."

"Are you going to give me a key then Lucy?" He smiled up at her. His murkiness and dirtiness gone in his bath. He was definitely her Natsu, just with a lot more scars and age lines.

She huffed in exaggerated irritation. "I'm going back to strip the bed. There is no way I can sleep in that tonight." She wobbled back to the room and got out what she needed, and started stripping the bed.

"Do you want any help?" Natsu asked from the doorway.

"No way, you won't do it right. You don't know how to make a bed. You'll probably end up ripping apart my sheets."

"Yeah, you're probably right." so he just stood there watching her prepare the bed.

"Hey, you can go put your dirty clothes in the washer over there."

"Yes boss." Natsu obeyed picking up his clothes and giving her a mock salute. And shoved them into the machine on a quick rinse.

"Oh and put these in too!" she chucked him the old bed sheets.

"Too late I already put it on." He lifted them up to his face and smelt them.

"Ga!.. Gross! Don't do that! That's disgusting!" Lucy yelled mortified.

"No, it's not." He held it out for her, "Here you try."

"NO WAY!" she slapped his arm away knocking the sheets into a corner. He used that opportunity to grab a hold of her and wrestle her onto the bed again. "Natsu, no." she said in a quiet and serious tone. She was not going to be ready for something like earlier again so soon.

"Hey! Just lie down, relax, and get some sleep. I'll come and join you in a bit." and with that he got back off the bed and headed back into the bathroom leaving her alone with her thoughts.

'I can't believe I just had sex with Natsu. Well,.. an older Natsu. Much older. Is he like 30 something now? I can't tell. This is so weird. It's like we're still acting the way we always used to.' she slipped under the covers and pulled them up to her chin despite the fact that she felt far too hot for them anyway. 'Why did he just force himself on me though? And since when did he start liking me?' she shook her head and hid under the covers. 'This doesn't make any sense? How did he change? Why?'

She touched her stomach rubbing it gently remembering how it felt to have him bury himself inside her. She blushed and resurfaced from under the covers and threw them back to give her some air. She was sure she was blushing a brilliant red right now.

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Lucy couldn't seem to get any rest at all and then Natsu came back in thankfully clothed and snuggled into bed with her.

"Natsu? What happened to you? Where on earth have you been?"

"The bathroom."

"No I mean..."

He interrupted, "We'll talk about it in the morning Luce. Okay." he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her softly in the neck which Lucy thought felt strangely sore. But oddly enough Lucy found herself being able to sleep soundly within minutes of being held in Natsu's arms. It was by all means the only thing out of all their activities tonight that she knew quite well and felt perfectly comfortable in doing. And she fell into a peaceful exhausted sleep in her best friend's arms.

In a few hours later they were both asleep in each others arms, and couldn't hear the sound of a window unlocking and opening.

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This is the first sexy story I have written and it's the first story I've written back to back. I have literally been writing since 3 in the afternoon, and it is now half past 11 at night, yes it is a long time, but I was making this story up as I went along. I think it turned out pretty well. Well have a happy April fools day everyone. I've worked hard.

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