Hey Everyone!

Princess Nana here with another chapter story. This actually started as an afterthought while working on my GaLu that is coming up soon. This will actually lead up into that story and accompany it for the most part. Thank GemNika for this story's wonderful existence. Her and Rhov…they inspired my very first Yaoi story. Hopefully I don't butcher it too bad LOL!

Also, please stay tuned for an announcement after this chapter.

As always, I don't own Fairy Tail.

Enjoy the reading.

Chapter One – Hate

"Make friends," he said. "They're good mages," he said.

Sitting at a table by himself, scanning the busy guildhall, Cobra couldn't help the grimace that graced his features. He'd been a member of Fairy Tail for over four months now and he still couldn't stomach most of them. They were an insane lot and not even in the good way. Chaos, love, destruction and sex seemed to be the overall consensus with little pockets of just plain fucking wrong. He was a little twisted but really? There was that Max guy with his broom and the fucking candle stick. That was just…Don't even fucking go there. He could think of better things for one to stick up their ass that wouldn't leave splinters or a wax residue. The saddest part was that guy was relatively normal compared to the others.

The demon lady and her incessant thoughts on babies and who should have them with whom and how could she best make that happen. He'd even heard a few concerning him and that was scary. She'd had him spitting out demon spawns with half of the women in the guild, and then some. Erza and her seriously fucked up masturbatory thoughts on cake. (Yes, she'd actually been thinking at one point of how she could best get off with her slice of Strawberry Cheesecake Hunk of Creamy Love as she lovingly named it.) And…was that a dildo made of Ice? Where the fuck…Gray? There was Droy, or Chunky Dunk as he aptly named him. That guy, he was more than one hundred percent sure his soul sounded eerily familiar to a fast food commercial he'd seen while in prison. He couldn't even begin to start on the dancing guy. With his skin suit and his "interpretive" dancing. If that were true then he'd perfectly captured Fairy Tail with every fucked up, discombobulated move he made.

Fucking Meredy and her need to procreate and play Little Fucking House on the God Damned Prairie.

He wasn't even sure how the pink haired, over enthusiastic ball of hell had convinced Jellal, to settle down. He was still trying to figure out just how in the hell Inkblot had switched gears from his ever obsessive thoughts on the mighty Titania to Bubbles in the first place. It was ALWAYS about the red-haired female reincarnation of Thor. Then one day, poof. The thoughts went straight from "She's got nice hair" to "I'll send her to get more prophylactics" in the space of two weeks, tops. In his mind, temporarily disbanding the Crime Sorcière was NOT the thing to do just because the spastic girl decided they needed a family. Fucking Daddy Jellal. A shiver ran up his spine and he shook his head. It wasn't sexy when she'd started calling him that but to each their own. He could only accept that in some fucked up universe he'd gotten the longer straw. Sleeping Scary and Angel had gone to Sabertooth, Hoteye and Racer had gone Lamia Scale. There was no way he'd be able to deal with the Emo and Schitzo that were the twin dragons nor could he deal with that crazy old bat and her merry-go-round crap. He'd poison them all within a week and end up right back in prison. At least in Fairy Tail, he could keep to himself and there was a point of interest.

Light, airy laughter pulled his attention to the second floor and he found himself leaning back comfortably in his chair. The two blondes were intriguing to say the least. She was like a light in the dark with a soul that was a mystery all to itself. Light and airy, a lone violin with the soft tinkering of a music box behind it. Whimsical like her mind. She was her own brand of crazy and one of the very few elite he'd actually grown to like in the guild. A complex mixture of smarts, wit, humor, strength that came from a stubborn streak a thousand miles wide and a heart that would make a saint cry. She was the polar opposite of who he was or ever wanted to be but she'd wormed her way in. She was always a million thoughts deep and it often caused him literal pain to listen in on her. But it was like a train wreck, he found himself unable to turn away. Half of her humor didn't make it past the halls in her mind when around those that really needed to hear it but it gave him hours of entertainment none the less. The shit was funny. Twisted, sometimes cruel and even self-deprecating at times…much like his own. It was common ground, surprising because he hadn't expected that. Especially given she's attached to the world's most retarded flaming asshole. Yea, he didn't get it but it was her life. Her choice and who was he to complain? It was one less person he'd have to kill the match-making hell spawn for dreaming of setting him up with. It wasn't that Lucy wasn't attractive. He guessed that if he HAD to date, it would be a girl like that. She was beautiful, by conventional and unconventional means but yea, no. She, like everyone else, did nothing for him.

Her conversational partner on the other hand, he was a clusterfuck of….of…something. Cobra had heard the stories, heard more than his fair share about the legend that was the great and powerful grandson of Makarov Dreyar. He'd expected the guy to be smart ass central, perverse, maybe even strung out on a power high. But in the last few months, he'd found the guy to be everything he hadn't expected. His thoughts were dull, monotone even half the time. There were never any crazy schemes or overly funny inner monologue. Work and guild duties were the usual thoughts with fleeting sentences about the well-being of his teammates and the blonde next to him. She seemed to get him to open up a bit more but even then only marginally so. The guy literally never even seemed to have an off-kilter thought, at least not in the guild, no overly funny jokes, no puns. Nothing, just static. Every so often, Cobra would think for just a split moment he'd hear a piece of a song. A heavy undertone, synthesized and just as a bow began to softly worry across strings, it would fall back to white noise. For all intents and purposes, it was like the guy was a walking robot. And Cobra wasn't stupid. The guy had to be hiding or shielding himself from something. No one's soul sounded like static… unless they'd locked themselves up so tight it suffocated the soul. The thought made him frown. He shouldn't care one way or another what the guy did to himself but fuck him if part did actually give a shit. It's only because he's a fucking second generation like you dumb ass.

It actually angered him to know he couldn't figure the guy out. Everyone had a story to tell. Listening to their soul usually did the trick or like in Lucy's case, listening to her play Alice inside of her mind all while chasing the rabbit of her own thoughts. It all gave him impeccable insight to who a person really was. But not Mr. Tall, Blonde and Brooding. He'd been watching him for three of the four months he'd been there now and nothing. Couldn't he just smirk or something? The guy rarely, if ever, even bothered to turn up a corner of his lip. He didn't show anger or even really think it. He was just a blank slate. Every single slayer he'd met to date had a quirk about them. Granted, he'd found the lot of them wholly annoying in general. Natsu was an idiot with a kid's sense of humor. Gajeel was an angry idiot with a twisted but comical sense of humor. Sting was a bigger idiot than Natsu (if that were possible) who only thought himself funny. Rogue was an emo idiot with a stick shoved up his ass that speared any sense of humor he might have had. Wendy was…ok he liked the kid. She had a good sense of humor and like him, was just unfortunate to be caught on the crazy train that was the Fairy Tail guild. He was an anti-social, asexual twisted person with an even darker and twisted sense of humor. Laxus was…well he didn't really know what he was. He'd call him an asshole but then the guy did nothing to gain the prestigious title. Just once I'd like to see him go off. Like really lose his fucking shit just so I know the fucker has a damn pulse.

"Ha! I fucking knew it."

The random, disembodied thought pulled him from his own sulking and he caught just the slightest hint of a smirk on Lucy's face. He watched as she leaned up onto the table she and the lightning slayer were sharing, closing the distance between them a little more. As usual, her head was flooded with more thoughts than he really wanted to keep up with. But the one thought he'd heard had managed to catch his attention and he couldn't help but wonder what the little slice of throwed off was up to.

"Laxus, do me a favor?"

"Sure. Need another drink?" The blonde male questioned, a slight hint of worry slipping into his tone as he glanced down at the cast on Lucy's leg.

"No thank you, I'm good." She gave him a smile that only garnered a nod of the male's head. "Go out and get laid."

Cobra's eyes widened as he saw a flicker of something flash in the storm blue eyes before they checked out again. Maybe the fucker does feel.

"Why?"

Cobra glanced down at his own cup and seriously considered humming the half empty thing at the guy's head. COME THE FUCK ON! SERIOUSLY? WHY? ARE YOU THAT FUCKING DENSE? GODS! SOMEONE PLEASE BITCH SLAP HIM WITH A FUCKING STICK OF DYNAMITE! Dude just get mad, be shocked because she's a nosey bitch. Tell her to go mind her own fucking business!

"Laxus, you know I love you to pieces. And while you're my brother and all…you're becoming a bigger insufferable ass than I've been lately. I mean come on, the last person you were with was Flare and that was what? Almost a year ago now?"

Well maybe he doesn't want to fuck that cracked out whore or any loose twat for that matter. Cobra reached up to scratch at his head at his own random thought. He had no idea where the sudden anger came from. So what? The guy wasn't getting laid. It wasn't his problem. Sex was something he just didn't get or understand. It wasn't that he chose to steer clear of what seemed to drive others to insanity. He just hadn't felt the urge. It's why he didn't date. People who dated would want sex at some point and he just…didn't feel it. At least not for people. It was the sound of a soul that did it for him, more over one he'd been hearing in particular as of late, but he'd yet to come across the person it belonged to and that was ok with him.

"Blondie, you aren't an insufferable asshole. You can't even be an asshole to someone who damn well deserves it." Namely your idiot fiancé. "But seriously, I'm fine. I don't need to get laid. Thanks but no thanks."

Cobra's mind kind of skidded to a stop over the clearly sneered thought that came from the Lightning Dragon Slayer. It was no secret in the guild. Natsu was apparently making her wait for their wedding and it drove the girl crazy. It seemed the more the retard rejected her, the more she thought about it. But then the constant pressure she got from the other girls didn't exactly help her case either. They were vicious little cunts with their razor blade teeth and they could smell blondie's virginity like sharks smelled blood in the water. He almost felt sorry for her. ALMOST. The girl refused to vomit the shit she was screaming in her head by telling the others to shut the fuck up and mind their own. But CLEARLY the big guy did feel. Interesting.

"Come on Big Brother," Lucy pouted as she reached over to touch the tall blonde's arm. "There has to be someone you're interested in."

"There is. Shit. Fuck. Shut down."

A thought, a whole string of them. NO! Don't fucking shut down you unfeeling, robotic shit tard! For just a split second he heard it. The synthesized hum of bass and just the soft, high pitched beginning of a bow quickly whittled over violin strings. But as fast as it started, it stopped. White noised static. It made him want to hear the rest of the song and the rest of that thought. He blinked as he carefully watched Laxus' face for any sign of life, emotion. For research purely research purposes. Yea, that's it. Research on exactly how far up his ass that lightning rod is stuck. Mindlessly, he shifted and reached a hand down to adjust himself. The fabric of his boxer briefs were suddenly constricting, making it harder to breath.

"No Blondie and no, you cannot set me up with anyone."

An acidic breath of air, that he didn't realize he'd been holding, escaped his lungs. For reasons that completely evaded him, he felt relieved and put off all at once with the answer. He shouldn't feel anything. Turning away from the conversation, no longer wanting to hear anymore, he crossed his arms over his chest and studied the glass on the table. What exactly did it matter to him if the gaping twat of a lighting dragon slayer dated? What exactly did it matter to him if the guy had no feelings what so ever? What did it matter that the only other second generation dragon slayer he'd ever come across was clearly broken? What did it matter to him that the short circuited freak killed his soul and the man with it? Not a damned thing. With an agitated groan, he reached for his glass. Quickly downing the last half of the nightshade tea in one go, he all but slammed the glass down before pushing himself up and making a hasty exit out the hall doors. I was in prison to damned long.

The sound of a chair scraping the wood floor below pulled Laxus' attention and he looked out to see the Poison Dragon slayer quickly storming his way out the door. What the fuck has his panties in a wad? Not like he's got some nosey little shit pissing in his cereal. He gave a shake of his head. At least he could breathe a little easier and relax a bit more with him gone. He really hated the guy being there. Hated it with a passion. He hated the little cock wobble and couldn't fathom what wrongs he'd done in a past life to get stuck with him in the same guild. Life had been absolutely peachy, perfect even before Cobra had been so unceremoniously deposited at the guild's door. He didn't have to keep himself buttoned up or drown out his own thoughts. As much as he wanted to kick Jellal's ass for depositing the guy there, he had to actually give Natsu thanks for letting the thought hearing comments drop. The last thing he needed was some snot nose, intrusive little fuck coming in and invading his privacy. Especially not him.

"You like him don't you?"

The softly asked question stiffened his back and he turned to glare at Lucy, forcing every bit of anger into it as he possibly could. "Excuse me? Did you really just ask that?" He loved that girl, more than anything and would do just about anything for her. He wasn't sure when, or even how it had happened but she'd become an important part of his life. She gave him a real sense of family. The old geezer was great but with her, he didn't have to pretend or be anyone else. She was the sibling nature had robbed him of. But seriously? He had never felt the urge to punch her cute little round face more than he did at that moment. I should steal her fucking crutches and make her ass crawl home…every day till Wendy gets back. First she mentions the train wreck that was his ex-girlfriend then proclaims he needs to get laid. She knew the reason he and the nut job had split and she knew his "issues." They'd had quite a few lengthy and exhausting conversations on them. She was goading him for info, he knew it. But fuck me if she is getting a damned thing!

The blonde's face soft expression morphed into a shit eating grin that he knew would probably rival some of his best. "Laxy, sugar. Shouldn't the question have been WHO was I speaking of?"

His face fell and all he could do was stare at her. He'd completely walked face-fucking first into that bitch slap. He might as well have put a damned neon sign on his forehead. "LUCY PLEASE KICK HERE!" He could so easily admit it to her and she wouldn't judge. Not like the others. He couldn't afford to disappoint the old man or his guild mates with his personal life and defects any more than he already had in the past. He had too much responsibility and too many expectations leveled on him to do much else. Sure, everyone had long since forgiven him and accepted them into their fold. But to what extent? He still wasn't able to really accept that part of himself, much less expect any of the others to. No. It was much easier to just shut down, deny that side of himself and just focus on the important things. Looking after his grandfather, the guild, his team and the little shit he so affectionately called his sister. Everything else was just…shit he didn't need or want. Because I fucking hate that bleach-drinking, creepy snake-wrangling, one-eyed bastard. And his pointy fucking ears too. I hate those the most. "Lucy, just drop it."

All humor left her features and she gave him a pained smile. "Laxus I…" She pauses and lets out a heavy sigh. "I'll drop it but you can't keep doing this to yourself."

He opened his mouth to reply but thought better of it. This wasn't the place to get into it with her. And just what would he say that he hadn't already told her a dozen times before. Laxus Dreyar couldn't come out and openly admit he was gay. Gramps continuously rode his case about giving him great grandbabies before he died. How the hell was he supposed to break his heart like that? There was only one easy solution. Keep himself buttoned up, find a girl he could possibly tolerate and just fake it. "Yea," he sighed as he reached up to rub at his aching temples. He gave a glance towards her glass and reached over to grab it. "I'm going to go get you another. When are Natsu and Levy due back?"

"You'll be rid of me day after tomorrow," she chuckled. "And Laxus?"

He'd already been making for the stairs but stopped when she called out to him. Turning, he found her hobbling to get up onto her crutches. I really could kill that fried brain fuck for getting her hurt again. The kid was nice enough and while he got that his little sister loved the idiot, he just didn't get what she saw in him. She could do better, a hell of a lot better. "I told you I got this. No need for you to get up you stubborn ass wench," he practically growls as he rushes over to help her stabilize herself. When she was steady, he moved to pull away but she stopped him with a hand on his arm. He looked down at her arm quizzically only to smile when she dropped the crutches and threw her arms around his shoulders. He willingly wrapped his arms around her and accepted the familial comfort that came with her almond and coconut scent.

"I love you to the moon and back, you overgrown bug zapper," she mumbles against his collar.

If she wasn't his little sister, engaged to someone else and he wasn't gay… In another life maybe. "I love you too, ya little shit."

Cobra threw his towel into the laundry hamper and made his way over to the bed. The plus side to not being on the road constantly with Jellal and the Misfits was a bed every night. And no stupid ass Richard snoring loud enough to wake the fucking dead. The guy was nice and all but holy fucking hell did the guy sound like a damned chainsaw cutting through an entire forest when he slept. And the sleep talking! If he heard another "Oh Yeah" while trying to doze off, Cobra was pretty sure he was going to split the guy's "princess cut" head open. He missed the fucked up camaraderie but he was definitely not going to complain about having his privacy back and the comfort his studio apartment provided. Pulling back the cover and sheets, he literally flopped down on the cool fabric and sighed contentedly. Yea, this was definitely much better than a bed roll and the hard ass ground. He gave a yawn as he glanced over at the clock and groaned. Apparently while living the life, he was becoming an old man. Only nine o'clock? Really? It felt closer to midnight. He was too damned young to be on a schedule but then, he'd been living under a schedule his whole damned life. The tower, with Brain, in prison, with Jellal. It was a sobering thought to realize this was the first time in his whole existence that he wasn't living under someone else's thumb or marching to their beat.

Now, he could just relax and enjoy the peace and quiet that was his little apartment. He leaned over to shut off the bedside lamp and hummed as darkness fell over the room. Throwing a hand over his forehead, his eye drifted closed. The silence he should be enjoying was deafening. It was the same thing every night. Ok, it wasn't exactly perfect quiet. There was the ticking of the clock, the sound of soft laughter and footsteps on the street outside, the creaking of someone walking on the floor above him. He cracked his eye open and stared up at the plain white ceiling above him. There was no snoring or guards shouting at some fuckface who thought lights out was the perfect time to scream like a damned banshee. No chirping of crickets, no godforsaken feminine moans or masculine grunts of what Inkblot or Bubbles deemed as pleasure. While listening to others have sex wasn't really his cup of tea, and the thoughts…he'd rather just jump into a pit of rusty wire hangers, face first than listen to some of the crap that ran through their heads at night. He at least had souls close by to listen to. Midnight's soul was the best in the group if he had to actually admit it. It was soothing in an odd way with its slow haunting melody of deep percussion and soft but low keys of a piano, cellos and bass strings that would build to crescendo that was not only powerful but achingly beautiful.

At least it put my ass to sleep.

He hated the tune that drifted in. It did every night now. At some point as if to mock him. And it didn't matter whether he was intentionally listening or not. At first he thought it might be the blonde living above him. But he'd listened in enough to know her song almost by heart. A quizzical music box that accompanied the lonesome sound of a single violin. When her thoughts truly got going, the lonesome sound would speed up in pace to become a fantastical melody that perfectly matched the way she raced in her thoughts. No, this definitely was not her. It wasn't the old crotchety landlord that lived next door. That hag's soul sounded like the weepy, romantic bullshit heard in chick flicks mixed with the god awful action sound track of any of the Terminator movies. He'd even wondered a couple of times if the woman just might be a shape shifting robot from the future but then she never changed from the killer blob shape that she was. The melody drifting in didn't belong to TerminaLandlord Lady.

This was stirring, the beginning alluringly emotive. A low set synthesized bass line that caught in the pit of his stomach while the single violin spoke in friction at first only to lead into a more forsaken sound that took his breath away. A steady percussion intertwined in the mix as the tempo increased and sparks of mythical added to the unloved sound of the violin. And then the shock to his system would come. Electricity flowed through the song in the form of hard hitting pulses that altered the melody in a way that made his pulse race and his body harden in desire. Like a flame drawing a moth to its deathly beauty, he found himself sucked into every note. Each pull of the bow across the string, each impulsive crest of wobble, each ebb that descended back into haunting territory. They screamed sorrow, passion, conflict, secrecy and every emotion in between. It was the complete compilation that never failed to do him in.

And tonight was no exception. Letting the sound replay in his head, his hand stole down to his now aching member. His breath hitched as his finger teased the swollen tip, smearing the drop of precum already gathered there. The initial haunting sound guided him, the same way it had done almost every night since he'd moved in, as he teased himself. His callous fingers slid ever so lightly down the ridge of his shaft and his hips surged up into his own touch. His fingers wrapped around the thick base and slid up the length. A throaty moan slipped out as his thumb brushed over the tip, causing his cock to twitch in his loosened grasp. It never failed. Souls had aroused him before, but nothing came even close to the reaction this one wrecked upon him. And the most fucked up part? He had not a fucking clue, not one iota of who the hell it could possibly belong to.

Colorful imagery flickered through his mind in time to the gain of the technological sounding symphony. Vibrant arrays of bars and lines melded to keep tempo, each one taking its arc and hue from the part it chose to represent. Hisses of breath echoed in the dead silence as his fist set a slow cadence at first, each long stroke spreading the fire burning in his gut. He wanted to drag it out but a deep part wanted to surrender to the control the song had over him. That control pulled at his own soul, damning him as he paused to bring his hand up to his mouth. Gathering all the saliva in his mouth, he quickly spit into his open palm. He couldn't be bothered with the string of viscous fluid that trailed until his hand was far enough for it to snap. "Fuuuck." The long, drawn out moan accompanied the lift of his hips from the bed to push into his own fist.

His free hand clutched at the sheet beneath him, his fingernails scratching against the fabric. When it would be said and done, it would be another set ruined but he had not one fuck to give in the heat of the moment. His sole concentration on the hand stroking the length of him in time to the soul that played in his head. Strings of moaned profanities tumbled freely from his lips, his breathing labored and quickened as the colors began to take shape. What began as a blurry, uninterpretable image began to take shape in the form of lips expertly replacing his fist. It was a first and deeper instincts kicked in at the erotic change. It sparked a tingle that started in the base of his spine and grated on his nerve endings. More…fuck…more. He tried to bring the image into focus and could only growl in sexual frustration when only a small section of clouds cleared to reveal the most beautiful blue eyes he'd ever seen. The deepest oceans and roughest seas swirled within the stormy depths. He wanted to loose himself in their current.

His mind's eye locked on the mysterious orbs as the warm, wet mouth swallowed him whole over and over again. The muscles in his forearm burned with the pace in which his hand moved. His fingers tightened around his girth as if to simulate the pressure those lips applied in his fantasy. His balls tightened and ached in response, pulling a growl that he felt rumbling in his gut long before it shattered the hush in his room. But as if the cosmos were playing some fucked up trick on his brain, the blur began to fade and he found himself quickly releasing his cock as his eye shot open. Even in the darkness he could still see the strong jawline, the long straight nose, the high set cheek bones and unruly mass of blonde spiked hair.

"Fuck me," He groaned in frustration. His still hard length twitched as the imprinted image on his brain widened and he looked down with a defined sneer. "Really? You fucking turtle on my ass when I think of a woman and that fucking asshole pops in and you jump for god damned joy?" As if his erection was mocking him, it twitched again. Bringing his hand up, he locked his index finger behind his thumb, ready to flick it but stopped himself short. It was still very much attached and that shit would hurt soft much less hard. "You know what you little one eye'd bastard?" No sooner did the question leave his mouth, he paused and had to chuckle at the irony. Pushing the comparison of himself to his dick to the side, he wrapped his fingers around the swollen shaft as if he were ready to choke the poor little guy. "I should just rip you off and shove it down that blonde haired dick fucked robot's throat."

His brain nearly fell out of his head when his words conjured the image of those very lips wrapped around him. He sure as hell didn't want to like it but his body apparently did. His hard length gave another twitch and he choked back a moan when his fingers tightened responsively. "Get the fuck out of my head," he growled as he released himself once again. He rolled over in his bed, willing the hard on that was now trapped between him and the soft material of the sheet to die. The scream of frustration that left his lips was muffled by the pillow his face was buried in. He had never once thought of a person during his masturbatory sessions. The fact that out of all people to come to mind was a man frustrated him. And not just any man, Laxus, fucking Robot, Dreyar. Why not a woman? There were plenty of good looking ones out there. Hell, even Kinana had a nice chest.

I'm going to wake up with the worst case of blue balls ever. The thought turned his stomach. He'd had it happen once, in prison. Surprise midnight tier check, he'd been right in the middle when the lights went on and every prisoner was escorted out into the day room so a thorough inspection could be performed. He hadn't been allowed to return to his cell until three in the morning and he fell asleep the moment he'd hit the bunk. Only to wake with a woody the size of damned baseball bat and he was sure his balls were the size of coconuts. Painful didn't even come close to describing just how bad it fucking hurt. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to conjure up another song, another vision. One that didn't include a damned non-feeling, jungle twat with his fucking leopard print shirt and those hideous purple pants. That fit his ass just a little too we…WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?

He was going crazy. That was all there was to it. He'd been in prison or just non-sexual for way too long. Ok. Ideal person, Ideal song. No sooner was the seed of a thought planted, that infernal song began again in his head. He scrolled through the women he knew. He just needed to take care of the throbbing ache that was trapped between his body and the bed. Figuring on the blonde hair, he opted to force thoughts of Lucy. Granted, the song that had blaring on repeat in his head changed to the soft, whimsical tune that radiated from her soul. But it did absolutely nothing for him. Fuck… No go. Kinana, same reaction. One by one he checked off the very short list of women he could even remotely tolerate. Unlike the first two, their not so familiar tunes changed back to the one his body yearned for.

And every time, he found himself envisioning long, muscular legs. Strong, wide hands with long fingers. Perfectly sculpted arms and shoulders that practically oozed power. And control. "Fuck," he moaned as his hips thrust intuitively against the bed. It wasn't the reaction his brain wanted but his body was tired of resisting. The volume of what only he could hear rose, as if trying to drown out the part of him that was screaming denial. The melody conjured images of those hands moving over his skin, that large chiseled body against him. Bringing a hand up, he slid his palm over his tongue before lifting his hips from the bed. He slipped his saliva slicked hand under to wrap his fingers around his member and gasped as he thrust into his own fist. The dull, throbbing pain quickly melted into pleasure as his hips began thrusting to a steady pace. Erotic images of the tall blonde's perfectly shaped lips, wrapped around him, flooded his mind. His whole body ached at the thought of what it would feel like in reality.

Every pump of his hips, every thrust into his own hand only left him begging for more. His free hand clutched at the bedsheets beneath him as he drew his knees up, lifting his ass enough to let his hand take control. Only it wasn't his hand his mind wanted. In his head, it was larger, more firm and holy hell did it feel good. Noises he never heard himself make before tumbled from his lips, the occasional splattering of profanity assuring him that it was indeed his own voice. And what was worse was that he couldn't stop himself. The images in his head were too vivid and the song too addictive. It sparked the tingling sensation to return and his balls instantly tightened as his hips thrust to meet every stroke of his hand. He was dangerously close to falling off the edge to oblivion. He was lost to the foreign fantasies that plagued his sanity. "Fu-fuck…shit…don't fucking stop," he moaned and the thought hit. The image of Laxus taking him, just like that plastered itself against the retina of his mind's eye and that was all it took. Every muscle in his stomach clenched as he felt the surge rushing up the length of his shaft. A guttural moan that bordered too close to a roar erupt from deep inside of him as his hips gave a final thrust into his hand.

The sheer force of it left him breathless as the lights behind his eye began to fade. The jerking twitches of his cock lessened and he all but collapsed on the bed. He could only lay there, oblivious to the wetness beneath him, as his mind tried to return to some state of normal function. For the first time, in his entire miserable life, he actually felt drained. Satisfied even. The thought made him cringe in light of the reality of the situation. He'd just had the best orgasm of his life and of all fucking things, to the thought of the seemingly emotionless robot that was Laxus Dreyar. I really fucking hate him…

Laxus pulled at the towel tucked in the waist band of his basketball shorts and wiped away the sweat that was dripping down his face as he climbed the back steps to his house. The night time sound of crickets and the sight of lightning bugs flashing were lost him. In his aggravation, he almost ripped the back door from its hinges as he pulled the door open. Fucking Lucy. It really wasn't her fault. He so just wanted to blame her. Oh god how he wanted to just pin her for planting the seed rather than accept the fact that it was all his own mind that drifted to that little one eyed bastard dragon slayer. She'd hit a little too close. He'd told her all of his secrets except that one. Why? Because the fucking asshole was the last one he needed to be even remotely interested in. He wasn't even sure why the guy caught his eye in the first place. Maybe it was the cocky attitude that so mirrored his own when he was younger. Perhaps it was the fact that the guy was a loner much like him. It definitely was NOT the bleach-brained, sewage-sucking jackass' creamy caramel colored skin or the impish pointy ears or that mop of hair that's so deep a maroon that hues of blood red mixed with purple when the light hits it just right. You need fucking help Dreyar.

He pushed his bedroom door open and reached up to grab the collar of his sleeveless running shirt, pulling it over his head with a growl of frustration. He didn't want to think about the little shit or the fact that way too often just the almandine garlic and earthen scent of him had his body responding. The guy was a loose fucking canon if he ever met one. What he knew of the dragon slayer's past, it was dark. Too damned dark. He was so tired of thinking about it. Making his way into the bathroom, he cut on the shower and started pulling off the last of his clothes. He hadn't planned on a five mile run after dinner. But his mind decided to be a universal size cunt with all its tossing and turning over the newest guild member. So it was either a run to work off the vexation or punch someone's face in. He'd considered going to the guild gym but feared running into him or actually punching some poor fucker in the face. Me. Fucking scared of a slithery little snake like him. Ha. As fucking if…

Laxus pushed the thought to the back of his mind and opened the shower door only to curse under his breath when he heard the tell-tale sound of his communication Lacrima going off. He grabbed a towel and fashioned it around his waist as he dashed back into the room. He was half expecting it to be Lucy given it had become a nightly ritual for the two of them to talk before bed. It was usually her bitching about what Natsu wasn't doing while he bitched about his own fucked up bullshit that only she knew the bulk of. But instead of the little blonde female, he found Freed smiling…well, if one could call it a smile. It was more like he was straining to hold in a fart. I bet that fucking cravat around his god damned throat bottles all the fucking gas in there. It took everything he had not to laugh, fucking Lucy and the shit that she filled his head with. "What's up?"

"I am just calling to inform you I took the liberty of purchasing your ticket for tomorrow morning. We are all meeting at the train station for eight."

In all of his aggravation, he'd completely forgotten about the mission that Freed had picked for the team. He hadn't really been over joyed about it at first but he desperately needed the break from the guild. He was starting to wear thin always having to lock everything up, of insulating himself from everything. No, he needed this mission and the time away. Even if it was just for the freedom of letting his thoughts go without having to worry about some nosey ass bastard overhearing something he shouldn't. "That sounds good. I'll be there." He went to power down the lacrima but the green haired man on the other end apparently had other plans.

"Uh, Laxus?"

His brows furrowed. Freed NEVER started a sentence like that. It just wasn't proper English, or so the man had whined many times before. "What's wrong?"

Freed seemed to hem and haw on the other end, his lips opening and closing a few times before he finally got it together. "Well, I was wondering or I should rather say, I kind of invited Cana. To go with us. On the mission."

Then it was Laxus' turn to mimic a fish out of water, his jaw flapping. Freed and Cana? That felt like a fly ball, from left field, colliding with his face at one hundred miles per hour. He'd been almost completely sure that Freed was more homosexual than he was. Between the fashion magazines stocked in his bathroom and the way the guy fluttered after him. He'd even gone as far as to prepare a heartfelt declination should the guy actually get the balls to approach him. It wasn't that Laxus didn't like him, he loved the guy but as nothing more than a brother and friend. Bi maybe? He shook his head at the thought, it really didn't matter. But of all women, Cana? "Uh, yea. Sure. That's fine." He didn't really know what else to say and the last thing he really wanted to do was offend the guy. But Cana? Really?

An actual smile settled on Freed's lips, surprising him even further. "Thank you. Then I shall let you get back to your evening. See you in the morning Laxus."

He mumbled a quick goodbye and sat there for a second after the lacrima went dark again. How much else had he been missing? Freed and Cana? There was no way anything involving Cana could be quiet. So did that mean he'd been so incredibly self-absorbed by his own shit to have missed something as fucking huge as the guild's first class gentleman hooking up with the guild's loudest drunk? Fucking Cobra…god damned brain and dick for only liking cock. A weary sigh slipped from his lips and he threw the lacrima on the night stand before going back to the bathroom. With just a tug of his fingers, the towel fell from his hips before he pulled the door open and climbed in.

Steam billowed from the hot water and a purr of contentment damn near slipped out as he stepped under the heated streams that rocketed from the shower head. All it took was a turn of his wrist and the streams turned into massaging jets. Mavis how he loved his fucking shower after a long ass day and work out. Placing his hands on the wall in front of him, he leaned in and let the pulsing streams beat on his back. It didn't take long for the heat and pounding to coax the stress knotted muscles to loosen. It felt better than heaven and a lazy smile took up residence on his lips. It's what he needed to unwind. The only thing I need now is a good blow job and… He pulled his mind back from that path of thinking with a quickness that could rival even Jet at as his best. If he allowed his mind to roam, it would inevitably end up where it had too many times in recent weeks.

Nope, he was not going to think about that head full of burgundy hair that his fingers itched to grab a hold of. Or that cocky ass grin that he imagined wiping off with his cock. Or that gravelly voice that Laxus just knew would sound fucking perfect screaming his name. Nope. He wasn't going to go there. He didn't need to be fantasizing about a toxic shitlord that probably didn't swing that way in the first place. God I fucking hate his fucking guts so fucking much! An infuriated groan slipped from his lips. That had to be a new record for him. Three fucks in one sentence when he didn't want to give even one. But one glance down told him he gave way too damned many. As if possessed, there his cock was. All hard like the asshole had something to be proud of. "Ya know what? Go fuck yourself little man," He sneered as he stood up. He was in control and his cock just needed to learn that.

He quickly washed his hair and set upon the task of bathing. He forced himself to think of anything other than what his "other head" had in mind. He needed to update his sound pod. Puppies. The mission he was leaving for. Freed and Cana. Kittens. He needed to do spring cleaning. He needed to pick up more bleach and pine sol. Pine…woodsy, earthen. His cock twitched under the soapy wash cloth and his teeth captured his bottom lip to suppress the moan that came with the contact. His body wanted nothing more than for him to drop the pretense that was the fabric. Ok food…is safe right? Dessert? Maybe cake. I've still got garlic bread down there. Nope, not going there. I've got that almond butter…

The rag slipped from his fingers and fell to the shower floor. His eyes closed as he leaned back against the glass wall. The shocking difference between the hot water and the cool surface completely lost on him as his suds-laden hand wrapped around his throbbing member. Just the thought of the peculiar combination of those fragrances broke his resolve and it annoyed him to no end. Even as his hips thrust into his slick palm, he detested the reaction it evoked. He didn't want to enjoy the thoughts of the fuck-tard kneeling before him or shudder at the thought of pulling that godforsaken mouth down onto him. But the truth was he did. It wasn't his fingers sliding up and down the long, veiny length of his erection but that smart assed mouth. If he allowed himself to really give into the fantasy, he could almost imagine the light scraping of sharp incisors over the swollen tip.

In his head, he could envision looking down to find that solitary slanted eye with its indigo orb staring up at him. Rugged hands, much smaller than his own, gripping his ass with those sharp ass nails digging into his flesh. God he wanted to punish the asshole just for making him want him. The idea of overpowering the man, taking what he wanted from him and making him beg for more sent delicious shocks down the length of his spine. The idea of the strong willed younger male submitting to him gave way to moans that sounded even foreign to his own ears. But it was the growled whisper of a cursed name that had his balls tightening with the need for release. "Fuck…shit…that's it Cobra." His mind raged at the slip but his body came alive with the admission. His fingers tightened as his girth swelled, his back arching with the thrust of his hips into the quickened strokes of his fist.

His fantasy knew though. Knew exactly what would hurdle him off the side of reality. The image of that little cock sucker taking his full length, the thought of feeling him gag as Laxus' thick girth slipped into his throat. It was the catalyst his already overloaded sensory bank needed. His head fell back against the glass as a deafening roar of a singular name shot up from his gut to echo inside the walled enclosure. The rush felt like it started in the pit of his stomach before racing up the length of his cock. His hips jerked with the force of it and his knees threatened to give out from under him. It was only the free hand clutching at the metal frame of the shower wall that kept him from sinking to the floor. The power of it stole his breath and gave birth to countless explosions of lights behind his tightly clenched eyelids.

After what seemed like an eternity of never ending eruptions, the pulses died down. He struggled to pull air back into his lungs, the steam filled air only added to that source of difficulty. His poor shattered mind struggled to piece together what exactly had just happened. When did the bane of his very existence have to be the subject of his fantasies? And why him of all the fucking people in Earthland? It made absolutely no sense. Fuck me…I need help. Yep. Getting away for a week or so from Fairy Tail and the object of his annoyance and desire. It would do him good. Maybe they'd finish up early and he could go out on his own and relieve his own tension. Because that this wasn't powerful enough for you? He sighed as he rinsed himself off. He just needed sleep.

Well there ya have it. They "hate" each other. Poor guys, just admit it already haha!

For those interested:

Lucy's soul: Transcendence (Orchestral version) by Lindsey Sterling: watch?v=DHdkRvEzW84

Laxus' Soul: Crystallize by Lindsey Sterling: watch?v=aHjpOzsQ9YI

Midnight's Soul: Time by Hans Zimmer: watch?v=RxabLA7UQ9k

I have to seriously give a huge shout out to GemNika. She helped me brainstorm this puppy into existence and now I am head over heels for the cracked pairing that is LaxusXCobra. Ok yea, I really LOVE Laxus but that is besides the point haha! Thank you my awesome triplet for always being there and being just as throwed off as I am. I love you to pieces!

The updates on this will be a little slow at first. Sound Pod on Shuffle is to a point that it's taking a LOT of my time. But hopefully this will be updated every other week for now.

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~Announcement: MidLu Week, October 2015~

GemNika and I have decided that it's high time Midnight gets some love. So, we've created MidLu Week. The dates are from October 25, 2015 - October 31, 2015. And here are the prompts:

Day 1: Birthday
Day 2: Clock
Day 3: Pin-Up
Day 4: Copy
Day 5: Silence
Day 6: Makeup
Day 7: Halloween

We wanted to show our favorite Narcoleptic Reflector mage some love. So, get those fingers to the keyboard and get to work! I know I'm extremely excited to see what you all write!

Big Hugs!

Princess Nana