"Rise and shine, asshole."

"Just die in the corner, will you?"

"Beside your stinking boxers? No, thanks, frosty."

"Fuck yourself, Natsu."

"I always do, popsicle, so pull your tongue out of your ass."

"You're such a bitch, flame breath."

"I aim to please."

"Get lost."

"Stop being a diva ice freak and get up."

Gray cursed under the sheet. "Exactly what part of get lost did you not understand?"

Natsu felt the man getting ready for the kill. "I guess that's your cue, Mira."

"Good morning, Gray. Get up, get up," cooed his cousin.

"Can't you just give us some needed privacy for shit's sake! Scram." He groaned, shot a hand and grab the clock sitting beside his nightstand and cursed under his breath when he saw a blurry 07:00 am before throwing it to the other side of his room where it made a loud crash, then with his eyes half opened, he grabbed a side pillow and slammed in onto his face to block the light streaming from his now opened window. Fuck. Who wakes up at exactly 7am?

No. Not him. Not when he's feeling elated and satisfied.

Gray smiled lazily as he recalled the events the other night and savored the fatigue he felt in his thighs and arms. It was a really good night and he was sure that after his 'performance' he deserved the rest and relaxation of the peaceful Sunday morning. Not that he was lazy, but, god, who would want to get out of the bed when a beautiful, sexy woman is lying beside you, so willing, ready to scream your name, beckoning you to go harder and faster? He could vividly remember the way her small lips made a cute 'o' when he brushed that spot that made her see stars as he drove her into oblivion. He knew he had carried her into multiple orgasms, liking the way she had called him 'Gray-sama.' It's like I'm like his master. He remembered taking her on all sides of his bed, in his shower when she said she needed to wash out the impending hangover and he had followed her, his eyes never leaving her plump rear. She was breathless as he was when they emerged out of the bath an hour later full of hickeys and scratches, laughing like crazy at how they look like rabbits on heat.

'You are such an animal, Gray-sama,'

'I never heard you complaining about it.'

He had winked at her and she blushed like a teenager that made him hard again.

Via.

"Oh, my god! Gray!"

"What the hell?" Gray grudgingly pulled the pillow on his face and slammed it on his mattress, pushed his body up and glared around and saw his pregnant cousin's retreating form as she hurriedly stepped out of his bedroom and slammed the door shut.

"Yeah, go, scream your lungs out, then slammed the door, hormonal demon." Gray sarcastically yelled to Mirajane outside his room. "I'm not really trying to sleep." He raked his fingers on his hair, feeling annoyed at his loud cousin when he noticed another presence in his room. "Sundays should really be renamed as Shitday. Why are you here?"

"Mira was worried about you when I told her that I left you to get wasted last night. Thought you wouldn't be able to stand up and drag your sorry ass."

"Is ass the word of the day? You seem to like it." Gray scoffed and closed his eyed, scratching his jaw as a little tick of pain started building in his head. Fuck hangover. "It was just a couple of shots after you left, dumbass. And who said I won't be able to stand up?" He squinted his sleepy eyes when he saw Natsu sporting his signature shit eating grin paired with a thumbs up. "What?" He snarled.

"Oh, you are standing alright," Natsu chuckled, shaking his head as he walked towards his messy open closet where he unceremoniously pulled a bath towel and tossed it straight into his face. "But seriously, snowflake? You should take a cold shower and tuck that boner down before Mira decided to incapacitate you. Mavis, you scarred your cousin for life."

"What the..."

Natsu's laughter echoed out of his room.

Was she just a dream?

"Shut up, Natsu." Lucy said as she hit his boyfriend on the head. Natsu was having the time of his life, guffawing in laughter as he recounted Gray's morning, his topic directly sitting in front of him thinking of the many methods on how he would kill him and mutilate his body without leaving an inch of evidence.

"Was the river dried that long, buddy?" Natsu continued, a sly smile plastered on his face.

"Fuck off, lizard. It's physiology, and only stupid people haven't heard of morning wood." Gray spat as he drank his coffee that, to his relief, was prepared by Lucy. If you only knew.

"Sure, sure," Natsu dismissed, a sneer on his face. "Luce, I want another plate of those."

"No more, Natsu. You're just crashing breakfast so be content with that." His girlfriend of two years said as she placed a plate of pancakes in front of Gray before sitting beside the then sulking, whining pink haired man. "You're such a kid." Lucy rolled her eyes and patted his head.

He was seated in his flat's kitchen island, a stool away from his idiot friend while Lucy made the place her kingdom, nursing his second cup. He was pretty adamant when she said that she will be borrowing the place for a while, not that his fridge wasn't well stocked. Fuck, Lyon will not let him hear the end of it and Ultear will surely tell their mother, and Ur hated empty kitchens and fridge.

"I'll just go make breakfast, or I'll let him pester you for the remaining hours of your life."

Gray groaned and told her to wait and he will check if the coast is clear, making the blonde frown and Natsu sneer. Gray scoffed and flashed Natsu his middle finger before disappearing in his kitchen.

With quick strides, he was in the middle of the fully furnished, rarely used kitchen in seconds, his eyes roaming around for anything that seemed out of place. He made his way to his island, his fingertips touching the cold, black marble surface and his brow knitted. Did we do it in here? He wasn't so sure but there were flashes of images of a sexy woman sitting on one of his stools and drinking water from a tall glass. Another image wherein the woman was sitting on top of his table, blood red fingernails raking his bare chest as he stood in front of her in between her legs with her skirt hiked up and bunched in his fist flashed before him and Gray felt a shudder and his face getting warm. He squinted his eyes for a moment as if trying to ran the surface in an x-ray vision, and at one time he looked back to the hallway to check if no one was watching him before he slightly lowered his head and sniffed. Definitely. His table doesn't reek of sex.

"Don't forget to check the ceiling for any dangling snakes."

He heard Natsu's taunting yell and immediately looked up to his ceiling fan. No dangling bra.

"His ceiling have snakes?"

Natsu shrugged and pulled her to him. "You really are cute, Luce. Give me a kiss."

Gray watched the interaction in front of him and as smirked he began to tuck in. "I really don't know how you do it, Lucy." Just the way she did it.

"Huh? What was that?"

"I mean," Gray continued as he swallowed his first helping. "How'd you keep up with him? You're pretty smart..."

"And I'm what?"

"And you're not smarter than a first grader." Gray sneered triumphantly as Natsu's nostril flared. Payback is sweet, baby. She was really sweet, and sweaty.

"You really want a go, snowflake?"

A bonk in the head made Natsu winced, shutting Gray's mouth from his retort. It made him smirked as the blonde started reprimanding her idiot boyfriend when said woman turned to him with slitted eyes. "He started it." Was it me? Or her that started it?

Lucy eyed him for a moment, and he gulped. Busted dirty thoughts.

"Now, now. Isn't it a nice Sunday morning."

Said in a sweet way, anyone would definitely nod in approval. Normal people would appreciate the comment, even add some more thoughts as to why mornings as the best. But Gray and Natsu froze, Lucy sighed and slumped in her seat as Mirajane smiled sickening sweetly at the three of them. Oh, no. This is not good.

Silence engulfed the whole kitchen as they waited for her to continue. Gray's upper lip twitched while Natsu was sweating, and Lucy could only roll her eyes at the men. Men.

"So, Gray," Mirajane turned to him and he felt his hands shook, his fork digging hard into the innocent pancake he called breakfast.

"Y...yes,"

"She'll be arriving any hour from now." Mira smiled and started eating.

"Who?" Gray asked, confusion etched in his face, his hands regaining their control as he lightly forked his food and shove them in his mouth. Mavis, he was hungry and the headache that was building inside was not helping. He closed his eyes as he swallowed.

"Your maid."

Gray choked on his pancake and grabbed the nearest glass of water, unfortunately, Lucy's.

"Hey," Natsu tried to take it back but was too late as Gray was already downing the whole content. He sighed as the feeling of comfort and relieve engulfed him and he felt he had died. "That's a life saver. Thanks, Lucy."

"I'm good." Lucy, amusement in her eyes, grinned. "That caught you off guard, Private Fullbuster?"

"Hell, yeah." Gray laughed a little as he placed the now empty glass back on the table. He had to admit that he had manage to forget all about the impending shit called 'maid' for sometime now. "I mean, yeah, I'm excited?"

Natsu snorted, an arm draping around Lucy. "You should see yourself in the mirror, stripper."

Gray scowled. "Is it that bad?"

"That can't be bad. She's such a nice, sweet girl."

Gray's eyes zeroed in to his pregnant cousin. "Seriously, Mira?"

Mira's smile widen. "I met her at Mr. Yajima's office weeks ago. And, well, we hit the road off."

"What?!" An incredulous look marred Gray's handsome face and he had to blinked and shake his hung over head a few times. "You went and hang out with a total stranger? Are you out of your mind, Mira? I trusted you!"

"We are friends now, Gray, so stop being a drama queen. I told Mr. Yajima that you are hiring a personal maid and he was excited with the idea. "

"Oh, you can trust the pervert old man, I know." He bit back sarcastically. "And when did I decide to hire a personal maid? This was all your doing, Mira."

"And she has a sweet name."

"Oh, so we're channeling Shakespeare now? And are you even listening to me? So, pray tell. That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet."

"But maybe you will make a good star crossed lover version of Romeo and Juliet." Lucy's eyes glowed and Gray winced. He could tell that their resident frustrated writer was cooking some ideas for her little not so innocent manuscript. He liked how smart and full of ideas Lucy's head was but to make him her version of the lovesick Romeo was nauseating for him.

"Sorry, Lucy. But I'm not doing Romeo and Juliet for you."

"I was thinking more of The Private and the Personal. It has a nice ring to it."

"Is it just like me? Or that sounds rather kinky." Natsu rolled his eyes as Lucy stifle a laugh and Gray was looking daggers at him.

"That's kinky alright. But I really thought that Via sounds sweet."

"Via?"

"You let him screw you."

He gritted his teeth as he look at his friend, sprawled on top of his bed. He shouldn't be worried. There is nothing to be worried about. He knows her capabilities. She was his best friend. He knows that she can execute the plan without fail. She was the best there is if his opinion would matter. She had been to missions and jobs, and she had come out of all of them with just a few scratches and bruises but without failure. She was strong.

But for the life of her, Mavis! Juvia Lockser doesn't drink!

Gajeel snorted as he drape a blanket at her sleeping form. He was woke up by the shrill ring of his phone, and he could only curse in annoyance. It was three minutes to five.

"What do you want?"

His phone have no tone. It was always on silent mode, making it his alibi for not answering. He said that he hated the noise the device made. His colleagues once accused him that he did that to avoid meetings and gatherings and crowds and Gajeel never batted an eye when he told them that he have no business with them to keep in contact. Since that day, no one questioned him anymore about it and his phone was kept the way it was.

His phone will not ring for anyone. Only for Juvia.

"Get Juvia out of here."

"I'm on my way."

Half a minute later, he found her in the park where they met years back. She was sitting on the park bench, and he could only guess that she had a shitty night. Her blue, wavy hair that she liked to keep neat and tame was sticking out on all directions. Her make up was smudge and he noticed that she kept biting her lips.

She only bites her lip when she's nervous.

He walked closer to her to make her aware of his presence and the sight that met him bothered him. She was wearing a weird red dress, and he could see that it was slightly in disarray. His eyes traveled from her dress to her face.

"You fucking got hickeys, sprinkler."

Juvia stiffened at his gruff voice. She lowered his eyes and fiddled with the hem of her dress.

"Gajeel,"

"Yeah?"

"Juvia...Juv...I...I'm not a virgin anymore."

"Let's get you home."

"Yes."

Gajeel walked out of his room and went to the kitchen to make coffee. He needed to clear his mind and brush the sleepiness away. He had just got back home from an undercover mission from Hargeon and he needed his head clear when his best friend woke up. They have a lot of things to talk about. Oh, she was so screwed!

He kept his eyes trailed on the road. Luckily for him, it was a Sunday morning and the road was not that packed up. He hated traffic. He prefer using the subways but hearing the uneasiness in Juvia's voice when she asked him to pick her up, he knew he had no choice but to get his lift down the lane.

"Juvia...Juv...I...I'm not a virgin anymore."

"Do I really need to know that?" Seriously? There is so much that he could take. "And besides, when we entered this kind of job, our body became nothing but a tool. Even if you are a freaking virgin, sooner or later you'll be not. It's just a matter of time."

Juvia remained silent in her seat, and Gajeel scoffed while making a turn. "I'm surprised you've managed to keep that this long."

"Juvia knows that."

"So, what's the problem then?" He swore that he will slam his truck the very moment Juvia tells him that she was not satisfied, or the son of a bitch didn't let her finish, or that his dick was small, or that she's already pregnant. He really doesn't want to hear his best friend's sexcapade, especially her fist time as she claimed. He will slam his truck to their death.

"Juvia slept with her target."