Disclaimer- Yup, I own these two. You can have the rest of the FT, though.
Lyon was happy. He was content with everything going on in his life.
When he was ten, he had this great amount of courage and determination inside him, burning like a fire. At that time, everything to him was his teacher. Ur. He hadn't even imagined that she would leave him.
Then he came. He came like an unwanted guest. A guest who brought destruction along with him. Lyon knew that Gray really wasn't the one to be blamed. It was Ur's decision to sacrifice herself, not Gray's. Gray was, just like him, a child back then.
Lyon knew that the pale boy wanted to avenge his family's death. He understood his junior had that cold fire flickering inside of him to destroy the evil, to feel the satisfaction of making the demon pay for what it had so mercilessly destroyed.
Gray was closed in a shell, a shell he had taken a refuge in, to shelter and protect himself. And after all, what else did Gray have except this shell to stop himself from breaking down?
But Lyon had to act stupid. He had to be immature. Lyon wasn't the one who had to live his whole life burdened with the blame of killing Ur. It was Gray who had to suffer. Yes, Fairy Tail taught him to forgive himself, but Lyon knew his junior all too well.
He knew that even if a few decades passed, a part of Gray would still blame himself for Ur's death. He knew that Gray was too stubborn, too strict to forgive himself for being a partial reason of his teacher's death.
He knew Gray wasn't lenient, especially to himself.
And even though Lyon acted like an antagonist in Gray's life, he knew he was actually being a big supporter, even though Gray didn't recognize it. Good, because he wasn't supposed to. Lyon believed that Gray's refusal to do as Lyon told was quite helpful. If Lyon told Gray that their pet cat, which Ur gifted them both, ran away because of him being careless, Gray would say that it wasn't his fault. Even if the pale-skinned boy did know he was the reason.
If he told Gray to stay inside in the summers and not harm his skin in the sun, Lyon wouldn't be surprised if the latter ran around naked in the dance. Just to go against his senior. Even it harmed him.
If Lyon told Gray not to eat vegetables -Gray despised him, and avoided them with his best- Gray would, grudgingly, eat all of the veggies. Just to go against him.
This trick had always worked. Ever since they were kids and bickered about who would get the strawberry ice-cream and who would get the chocolate one.
So, when both of them were stuck in a room and only one bed was there, Lyon smirked and said, "Don't share the bed with me tonight."
Obviously, Gray huffed, and in a fraction of an instant, dragged Lyon along him and slept beside him.
Of course, when Lyon woke in the middle of the night, and told Gray to never kiss him, the results were obvious.
Gray smashed his lips against Lyon and slept again, his head resting against Lyon's shoulder, and arm draped around his waist.
Lyon grinned.
Yeah, the trick still worked.
Stupid, eh? No clue how a death fic turned into a fluffy one-shot. But anyways. Yeah, so hit your fingers mercilessly on the keys of your keyboards and offer me a review. I know this was stupid, just like the rest of my recent one-shots.