Hello! Here is my new short story, Fire and Ice.

Title: Fire and Ice

Rating: M for safety

Genre: Romance, Supernatural, Horror

Summary: They were opposites. Light and darkness, fire and ice. They were destined to tear each other apart, yet something else happened. They were drawn to each other eternally and nothing could separate them. This is the tale of the masters of ice and fire.

Characters: Natsu, Gray

Warnings: This will become dark at some times. Warnings will appear wherever they are needed.

Author Notes: This work is a collection of one shots I may or may not finish, depending on the feedback I get.

Part I: Crimson

Crimson.

That was all I could think about.

That violent, sadistic fire in the eyes of the one that I loved. I had only seen that look once before, and that had been a very, very long time ago.

They had pushed him too far. I knew they had not been prepared for the living purgatory that was my mate's wrath. They had all been children, wanting to see what would happen if you pushed the living embodiment of the wrath of hell over the edge of the largest cliff.

I stopped pacing, my breathing shallow and hoarse. I needed to calm down and think this through logically.

He was rocking on the cliff of his sane reasoning, teetering haphazardly as he cascaded into the fiery depths of his hunger. I knew he had not been fed in a long time, and by pushing him over the edge, he gave into the feral beast of his soul and succumbed to every dark and pent-up desire he had.

I sighed heavily and sat back down. My mate sensed my darkened presence and moved closer to me, laying in my lap.

Natsu moaned, shivering in his dream as his talons dug deep into my leather-covered thighs. I bit back a groan, forcing my desires away. I had to keep my focus. Titania and the rest of the dragons would not return for a long while, and it was my job to keep my partner under long enough to force the beast to give up.

He groaned, a deep rumble thundering through his chest as excruciating heat radiated off of him in waves. I shifted in slight agitation as I felt his breath hitch and flare, his violent pink hair waving in an invisible wind as he growled roughly. His dreams were causing his powers in the real world to ripple and spread.

With a cold sigh, I placed a hand on the nape of his neck, caressing the thick scar that adorned his unnaturally hot flesh. Natsu growled roughly and shifted, his breathing calming down somewhat as he relaxed in my arms. A faint smile pulled back my lips as I continued to stroke the scar, feeling his pleased growls rumbling through his chest and my body.

An insistent darkness nudged at my outstretched aura, and I frowned and turned my head towards the door.

A figure enveloped in shadow appeared in the doorway, crimson eyes burning bright and thick raven hair hanging in his pale face.

"He hasn't recovered fully yet." My voice was cold and dry as I shook my head, continuing to run my fingers over the marred flesh to keep my mate calm. A fierce sense of protectiveness and irritation came over me as I spread out my increasing amount of magic, keeping my soulless eyes on the intruder. "I thought I told you to stop bothering me."

The figure shrugged, motioning with a hand to swipe across the hidden length of his throat.

I frowned, running my unoccupied hand through Natsu's thick salmon-colored hair. "Your mate should be enough to satisfy your urges. Leave this place at once."

Rogue narrowed his eyes and huffed heavily, tilting his head at an odd angle as the shadows around him writhed like anxious snakes.

When I narrowed my eyes and bared my teeth, the shadow dragon flinched and backed off, turning and shutting the door behind him.

"Gray?"

I jolted slightly, glancing down. Natsu was staring up at me with one open eye, a slight glaze over the emerald orb as he attempted to smile.

"Mornin', Sleeping Beauty." I trailed a fingertip over the heated expanse of his cheek, smiling softly as I tilted my head. "Did I wake you?"

The pinkette shook his head, stretching lithely and groaning in satisfaction as joints and tendons snapped back into place. "Don't think so." He moaned softly and trembled, shutting his eyes. "I'm hungry."

I sighed, clenching my jaw. My hand found its way back to the scar on my mate's neck, and he shuddered and stifled a groan. "I know."

"'S not me." Natsu's voice was muffled in the thick expanse of my trench coat, and I could feel the tremors shaking his body. "It's not me, an' I know it. But I can't—can't control it or keep it in line anymore."

My mood darkened slightly as I narrowed my eyes. I hated seeing Natsu like this. "It's not your fault. They should've known, with our reputation."

The Dragon moaned, burying himself further into my cold body. "'M hungry, Gray." His voice deepened to a gravelly snarl as the faint heat surrounding him flared out wildly.

"Enough," I growled, pressing my fingers harder into the scar, internally delighting at the pained cry the pinkette gave. "Go back to sleep, and I'll bring you back something later."

"Promise?" He turned his head to look up at me, and my frozen heart softened slightly at the enraptured hope that burned in his one visible eye.

I sighed and ran a hand through his hair, stamping down the urge to pull at the handful and hear his wonderful cries. "I promise. Now sleep."

I stared at the dragon as he dozed off and eventually fell into a fitful slumber. Spreading my aura out, I left a trail of ice as I loped out of the secluded room.

I stopped to glance over my shoulder as I made my way towards the door. Natsu was breathing deeply, curled up against the back corner of the bed.

In the dimly lit room, the dying candlelight reflected off of the heavy, magic-dampening chains that restricted my husband's movements.

"I'll be back, my beauty. I'm going to get you a fresh, screaming meal."