A/N: Well hello there, people, here you go, Chapter 3 version 2, Levy and Gajille as promised.=] I really wanted to finish this 2 weeks ago, but it turned out to be much longer than the other chapters. =] I mean, this is a 4000 over word chapter while the others are 3000 over words=] never written so much=] And I even did a second rerun, so this is just an edited version of the one I posted last night=] Hope you enjoy it and if you don't, please don't track me to my little country and shoot me while laughing, it won't be a pretty sight =] Enjoy!
Crimson eyes rolled to the back of the owners head as he sipped at his cup of mercury. That was the thing he liked about that liquid, he thought as he put an ice pack on his head to soothe the lasting head ache. Mercury did not have to be heated to be in its liquid state and would remain cool as he savoured the wonderful taste. And the best part was, he didn't suffer from mercury madness.
Placing the mug down, our dear Iron Dragon Slayer rested his head upon the guild bar. His head was throbbing and his blood was boiling. He figured it would soon go away. After all, it always did, every year it came. This was, after all, his mating season. However, this year it seemed to hit him worse than it ever had. He was taught that that only happened when his destined mate was nearby. Was she? He had a woman in mind, but was not sure she would return his feelings. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, for once, Gajille Redfox was scared.
Scanning the room, his eyes fell upon the blue haired bookworm of a Mage that was sitting quietly with her partners. She and her team had been the victims to his attack upon the guild, during which he had pinned them to the great tree by the front. He shook his head. That was when he was a heartless bastard from phantom lord. He did what he did to please that excuse of a guild master he had. 'Nakama' was nothing but another word to him.
Just as he was about to continue observing the mage, the guild doors burst open and his counterpart, the fire dragon slayer, or in the more commonplace soubriquet, the Salamander of Fairytail, marched in with the blond stellar mage on his back. 'How could he manage to be so energetic during this season?' Gajille grumbled to himself while staring at the new couple who were announcing themselves to the guild. Suddenly, his eyes rested upon the mark on Lucy's neck. 'Ah,' he finished, 'so that's why. Looks like I'm gonna have to spend this season alone from now on.'
"What's up with them?" Gajille's head snapped towards the mage at whom he had been eyeing earlier. Immediately, his headache intensified and he clutched his head. "Gajille!" Levy yelped, concerned, and she reached up to rub his shoulder.
"I'm fine," he muttered, slowly opening his eyes. "It's kinda obvious, his scent is on her, her scent is on him, I would say they had nothing more than an intimate session." He smiled at his choice of words while her eyes widened. "Or perhaps," he continued, stroking his chin and feigning wisdom, "a few."
Smirking, Levy scurried off to the new couple to congratulate her good friend while Gajille wiped the sweat off his forehead, wondering about the unusual behaviour of his body. He had to do something this season, and he had to do it fast. He smiled as he watched Gray lament Natsu on getting attached faster than he did. Mating was not marriage, but to a dragon, it was the equivalent, as it was forever.
"Lu-chan!" Levy cried as she crashed into Lucy's arms as she hugged the blond. "It's about time you and Natsu got together!" Lucy returned the hug and they laughed. Noticing the Mark on her neck, she rubbed it. "When did you get a tattoo, Lu-chan?"
"Tattoo?" She inquired.
"That's not a tattoo." Natsu explained as he answered both their questions. "It's a mark that shows everybody that you're mine. It formed when I bit you last night." He grinned.
"What are you?" Levy questioned teasingly. "A vampire?"
"Nope," he smiled. "A vampire has two canines on his upper jaw." He grinned and displayed sharp canines where molars usually were. "I have six on both sides."
Levy shivered at that thought. "So does that Mark do anything other than show that she's yours?" She asked.
"Yep, Lucy's now protected from my magic, not that I'll ever harm her, and I'll be the first to know if she is hurt, physically, emotionally or mentally, and in times of emergency, my magic will protect her till I come, which I will by hook or by crook." He answered, counting it out on his fingers, then hugging Lucy from behind. "Oh, and nobody can mate with her; meaning I'm the only one she can have sex with." He finished, grinning broadly.
"And by the looks of it, I don't want to have sex with anybody but you." Lucy said, kissing him on the lips.
"But just so we're clear, what will happen, in the unlikely circumstance of it happening, if someone has sex with her, what will happen?" Levy persisted.
"I don't know," Natsu replied truthfully, "But if I controlled it, his penis would be burnt to a crisp." He finished, grinning devilishly.
"Considering it's a 'he'." Gray butted in, causing Natsu to spit out the whisky he was drinking and Lucy to slap him on his arm.
"Are you suggesting something, Gray?" Erza threatened as Gray paled.
'They look so happy', Levy thought. 'I wonder if I'll ever get as happy as they are.' She looked at Gajille, who was asking Mira for more mercury. 'In the same way.' Turning her head to the guild door, she stood up and slowly exited, unknowingly to everyone but a certain Iron Dragon Slayer. Finishing his drink, he whizzed out of the guild in a swift motion.
Following his nose, he found her sitting at a park, patting a cat. He watched from behind the trees, peeping from the shadows. She smiled delightfully at the cat which purred under her touch. Grinning, Gajille understood; too bad Panther Lily was ill and had to stay at Wendy's. He scanned her mesmerised face and memorised her every action. She herself was mesmerising.
Her face was so cute whether it be concentrated or pouting, her neck seemed so tempting that he wanted to kiss it, her back seemed so perfect that he wanted to nuzzle his face against it and her ass, her oh, so sexy ass just called out to him to bite it till it bled. Her body cried out to him and he continued to fantasise about her while hidden.
"Gajille?" Levy's face popped out in front of him, hugging the cat. Immediately, he shot out of fantasyland and the familiar sense of pain shot to his head and he fell to one knee. "Gajille!" Levy cried and grabbed his arms. His headache surged but he remained conscious.
"I'm fine," he replied in kind. Heck, this was turning into some kind of routine. This pain was not the sort one received when punched in the head. Rather, it raced his blood and heated his body so much so his head hurt. His hormones would rage and he would feel like raping somebody, and that somebody was in front of him. He turned around and tried to get up, but Levy's grip was steadfast.
"No you're not, don't fake it." She scolded, concern written all over her face. "You've been acting weird lately. What's up with you?" He could have easily broken out of her grip, but today he felt like he owed her something.
"If I tell you, promise me you won't laugh." He said, blood rushing to his face, and it was not because of her. He sat down and leaned against the tree.
"Sure!" She replied, sitting on his lap while using a hand to cover her smile, her other arm still holding the cat captive.
He sighed. "It's mating season."
Levy's eyes widened as she burst out in leaks of laughter, her free hand holding onto Gajille for support. "Oi!" He chided. "You said you won't laugh"
"Sorry! Sorry!" She apologised in between pants. "It's just hilarious to see the almighty Gajille at the mercy of Mother Nature."
"It's not funny." He grunted. "Your entire body heats up, your senses sharpen, and you wanna stay away from every one of the opposite gender. Mira's an exception 'cos if you try to hit on her, well...you basically die." Levy couldn't help but giggle at that comment.
"So you got anyone in mind?" Levy asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
"Yep."
"Well? Describe her!" He captivating eyes bore into his. He sighed, giving in to her stares.
"She thinks herself small and I wanna make her big. She loves to read and I love the way she's so passionate about her interests. She cares about her teammates and forgives sincere people." He recited. Levy frowned. He sounded like he was describing her. A gasp escaped her lips as his arms suddenly wrapped around her and he whispered into her ear. "What's more? She's sitting on my lap right now."
"Y-you want m-me to be your m-mate?" She stuttered, at a complete loss of words.
"Yes," he replied truthfully. "I love you so much. I'm sorry for hurting you before I joined the guild. I hope you can forgive me and return my feelings. Will you?" He looked at her in the eyes and pleaded with all his might.
Levy dropped the cat and lunged into his arms, grabbing his hair and pulling with all her might, but he didn't care. "You idiot!" She breathed. "I've been waiting for so long, afraid that you didn't notice me. I forgave you the moment you came into the family. I love you too." Both parties were overjoyed with their confessions and enjoyed their embrace.
"How can you forgive someone like me so easily?" Gajille asked. "I don't deserve it."
"The moment I loved you, you deserved it." Levy replied sincerely. Gajille closed his eyes and leaned forward, catching her lips with his and fiercely refusing to let go. She returned it and her grip on his hair tightened. His hands wrapped around her slim sides and drifted down to her buttocks which he promptly squeezed, causing her to gasp. "Should we go to your house? Or mine?"
"Mine's just around the corner." He whispered, before picking her up like a bride's groom would a bride, and strolling towards his house, allowing her to savour his warmth. She took in his scent and closed her eyes.
Unlocking the door, he pushed it open and closed it behind him, simultaneously putting Levy back on her feet. Said Mage strolled to the couch and flopped on it while Gajille headed to what could be considered his kitchen to find them drinks. Levy observed his apartment. It was unkempt to an extent, but it seemed so empty, like no one lived in it. However, this could be accounted to Gajille spending most of his time at the guild. There was a couch, a bedroom and a kitchen; and…..that was about it.
"Yo," Gajille said, returning with two cups. "I'm sorry, but I haven't done my groceries yet. So all I got is water."
"I don't want water." She whispered seductively while looking up at him with imploring eyes. He shivered as he put the cups down. This broad is gonna be the death of me, he thought as he gazed back into her deep brown eyes.
"Well," he asked, "what would you like?"
"Milk." She hissed and licked his ear. He couldn't take it. Lunging at her, he grabbed her and locked her lips with his, kissing her with such passion that she heated up.
"How can one as cute as you be so sexy at the same time?" He growled, before kissing her again, to which she blushed and rubbed his cheek.
"Sexy?" She gasped and looked away, feigning innocence.
"Oh don't give me that," he said, kissing her cheek then moving down to the crook of her neck. "Haven't you heard?" His hands came in contact with her ass and she gasped. "'Her hips are her charm.'" He quoted the rumours. He continued to lick and suck upon her neck while she moaned and fidgeted, her mouth wide open in a silent scream.
"Nnng...Th-that's n-not my h-hip." She hissed as he flipped them around, allowing him to be at the bottom and her on top. Feeling the urge to join in the action and not play victim, she reversed their roles and initiated the next kiss, forcing her lips upon him, taking him by surprise. Their tongues entwined and searched each other's mouth for an unknown treasure while his hands massaged her butt and her arms wrapped around his neck securely.
"Levy." He breathed into her ear, as she sucked on his neck, trying her best to imitate him and his ministrations.
"Hmm?" She answered, too caught up in the heat of things to concentrate on an answer. Pulling her head from his neck, Gajille stared right into her eyes.
"I know this is really sudden, but I need to know this." Sensing the seriousness in his voice, her ears perked up. "Will you spend the rest of your life with me? Will you forgive me for all the wrong I committed on your home? I must know this before I ...make love to you."
Smiling at his choice of words, she leaned forward and traced her small tongue across his lower lip before connecting them via their lips, giving him all the answer he needed. "Of course."
His heart swelled with passion as he flipped them around yet again, and kissed her likewise. Her arms wrapped around his head and his around her waist, whilst her legs somehow found their way around his. His notorious tongue slipped out and trailed from her cheek to her ear, sliding down to her neck, before he sucked on several sweet spots on her neck, making her moan in ways they never imagined possible. He nibbled on her collarbone before going slightly lower and taking a whiff of her shirt.
"Steel buttons? I don't know anyone who has a shirt with steel buttons. Were you planning something?" He asked, smirking while he bit the buttons off and munched on them.
"Maybe..." She whispered while peeling the remnants of her shirt off, revealing her bikini top. He did the rest by moulding his finger into a mini knife, similar to that of a surgeon's and cut the straps of her bikini top, revealing her mini boobs. Startled out of her shameless façade, her hands immediately flew to her chest, as her blood did to her face, turning it extremely red. Sensing her intentions, he slowly pulled them away from the reluctant girl while whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
"You know," he breathed, "I rather smaller ones than ones that are too big." He successfully plucked her arms away and started to rub her breast. "They can very well fit in my palms," his mouth trailed down and he licked them wholesomely, "they are easier to lick," and giving the already hard nipples a pinch, causing her to yelp out, he continued, "and their much more sensitive."
Her hands found their way to his broad and muscular shoulders while he continued his ministrations on her chest. She had known that the tongue was a powerful weapon, but never would she have guessed it to be used this way. Blood continued to rush through her moaning form, while he bit, tugged, sucked and stretched her nipples, heating her body more than it already was. Sweat formed on her forehead while her body shook and shivered.
Setting his bright red eyes on her pleasures face, Gajille licked and kissed the valley between the two hills on her chest, allowing her cry of excitement reach her ears, wordlessly prompting further. He then moved his hand down and massaged her inner thighs, slowly reaching higher and higher. She was well aware of his lustful actions, but we all know that she was too overwhelmed and dizzy to do anything to stop him - not that she wanted to. What she did not know, however, was when her denim shorts had been removed and ended up on the floor.
Without warning, he released his face from her bosom and looked up. Levy found the energy to whine and open one of her coffee brown eyes, searching desperately for him. Almost immediately, she saw him ripping out his shirt, throwing it to goodness knew where, exposing his large muscles. His abs and biceps rippled as he hunched forward, slowly pulling her final undergarment off without touching her crotch. Impatience flooded her mind and cool air enveloped her dripping groin as he peeled it off with such excruciating speed.
Finally, the soaking panties were removed and before she could sigh in relief, his hand clamped down on her triangle, causing her to gasp sharply from the sudden contact. Shifting his hand, he stroked and rubbed her already lubricated folds, allowing her to wrap her legs around his neck out of instinct, moaning as she did so.
"So sticky." He breathed onto her vagina, to which she responded by closing her eyes and entwining her hands into his hair yet again, submitting completely to her soon to be mate. She yelped as he lowered his head and used two fingers to spread her pussy lips. She moaned and groaned uncontrollably as he unleashed his horny tongue and lapped over her entire crotch, including her anus, cleaning it of its ever flowing liquids. She gritted her teeth and arched her naked front forward as he sucked relentlessly at her clitoris, before biting it. That broke her resistance, and her body shook as if being electrocuted, spasming at the new feeling as she let herself go into the wildness of having her first orgasm.
But Gajille was cruel and merciless, and refused to allow her time to catch her breath, instead never ceased sucking at her core, this time sliding a finger into her pussy, driving her from her high to ecstasy, allowing her to cry out endlessly.
"Gajille! Stop! AAAAA! I'm….I'm going to go mad!" He wriggled his finger inside, spilling more juices out, before his thumb moved to her anus and rubbed of it, sending shivers right up her spine. Unknowing to both of them, she had unconsciously been trying to rip his black mane right off his scalp, and would have succeeded, if he had not released her, for the purpose of removing his pants. Opening her eyes, she stared at the long and hard shaft that was connected to her lover in his naked glory.
"Like what you see?" He asked, grinning like the fox of his namesake. It was interesting, how his last name described so much about him; his scarlet pupils and his demeaning foxy grin. Said dragon slayer got on top of his girl, who blushed happily and nodded. Instinct seemed to control them more than usual during this wild mating dance, and it felt strange that their bodies knew their deepest desires better than their minds. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in, before she used her solid script magic to place iron on her lips, to which he licked off lustfully, while kissing her. "Iron," he whispered. "My favourite," sucking the melting liquid right off her lips.
Placing his penis in the direction of her entrance, he continued to lavish her lips, while wrapping his arms around her body, before forcefully slamming his hips down, effectively breaking her hymen. Levy dug her fingernails into his back, tears rolling down her cheeks as she cried out in pain. Oh the pain, it was indescribable. It was not uncontainable, but it was unique. There was more feelings in the losing of virginity than one might have thought. To some, it was just a layer of cells to be broken through. But to the majority of the vox populi, it was a branding ceremony, equivalent to telling their men, 'I belong to you.' An oath, a promise. It wasn't so much the knowledge of losing it, it was the special feeling she got when she knew she had given it to Gajille, and willingly at that, at the same time entrusting her life onto his hands.
His arms felt her relax and he watched her eyelids slide open. She slowly adjusted to his size as they maintained unbreakable eye contact, wordlessly communicating. Finally, she was comfortable and bucked her hips, waiting for him to carry on. Catching her meaning, he pulled out almost immediately, but plunged right back in. Waves of pleasure crashed upon her and she cried out, her limbs tightening around the body that was entering and exiting her. He pulled out again, and slammed down again, starting to create a quickening rhythm. The sounds of their slapping skins and their squishing privates filled the room, as did the heat of their love making. Her eye camped shut as she gritted her teeth from the pleasure. A stream of saliva slid out of her mouth as she dug her fingernails deeper still, into Gajille's back.
Soon, she started to get lost in the feelings of pleasure and wonder. She was vaguely aware of herself, shamelessly begging Gajille to bang her harder and faster, which he dutifully and happily complied. Sweat adorned both their bodies, allowing them to glisten in the little light they had. Her wet body slid in motion with his, creating friction and only adding to wondrous sensation. He stopped and pulled away slightly, only to swing her left leg over his right shoulder and, without warning, continued his activity at the same pace he had stopped. She screamed at the new vibes, and hands flew to his back again.
"Shhh…" He whispered through difficulty. "I…I want you to h…hold all your excitement….and ex…explode when I-I tell y-you.." She nodded, barely catching what he said, too caught up in her own sensual activity. He brought his hips down harder, and she moaned uncontrollably, biting her lips to suppress those seductive noises, but failing tremendously. His boner twitched and swelled, while her pussy tightened around his manhood. They were nearing orgasm.
"Now…." He gasped. With one final thrust, her womanhood tightened beyond belief and she screamed as his penis shot his full load of his seed into her womb. She trashed around in his grasp as he open his jaws in a roar; the roar of a mating dragon. Their liquids mixed and the overload of it threatened to come out. His fangs grew as magic swarmed around them, and he plunged those large canines into the neck of his beautiful lover. She felt no pain, nor terror, just the wonderful warmth of her man's magic swirling through her blood. A thick black circle traced on her neck and within it, a smaller circle with an arrow pointing outwards. Iron. She was now officially the mate of the Iron Dragon Slayer. He removed his mouth and his shaft from her neck and entrance respectively, allowing some cum to spill out, before he flipped the over, using the last of his strength. The magic required, after all, was exhausting. Levy lay her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat while he listened to her breathing.
"Levy," He whispered, shifting to be more comfortable on the love-stained couch. But he was about to sleep with a beautiful girl, no, woman on top of him; what more could he ask for.
"Hmm?" She hummed content with her position.
"We…."
"What is it, Gajille?" She asked, concerned.
"We should move to the bedroom." He said simply.
Giggling, she patted his cheek. "Bring me there, my dear." To this, he picked her exhausted form up and carried her to his surprisingly soft bed. They lay under the covers entwined together, sharing their warmth and company.
"Levy," he said again.
"Yes?" She replied eyes closed.
"When you feel small, I will make you big. When others pick on you, I will be your shield. When other's attack you, I will attack them. I will be your warrior, your strength and your love source. I will never stop loving you, and I won't let you go. You are my love, my life, my beautiful fairy." He vowed, committing to every word that left his lips. Sure, Gajille was violent, vulgar and rough, but he was not a liar, and Levy knew that.
"Thank you Gajille. I will stay by your side forever." She whispered; sleep taking a hold of her. Gajille smiled, brushing the blue hair off her face. Warriors were trained to be hard, strong and merciless in battle. They showed a tough side that hoped that everybody feared that façade. But at home, they had a side that they showed no one, only to their lovers. They said things that nobody else ever heard, and they softened, and did things no one ever saw. This was why warriors and soldiers needed fairies that could see the heart deep within that wild fire. A delicate and beautiful character is most fitting to sooth the fiery heart of the forceful, allowing it to relax and heal in their mutual love. After all, opposites attract.
Thank you for reading, for those of you who could finish reading it=] I actually wrote this while thinking about a girl I'm in love with, and I find much resemblance between her and Levy, Gajille and me=] I mean, she's a dancer (delicate type) and I'm a martial artist (warrior).=] Hope it works out =] Next chapter will be GrayxJuvia =] Seeya guys next chapter! Please review =]
Cheers, Shuzen-sama
