Resist

Jellal frowned as he made his way back to his room, eyebrows creased as he tried to stop his head from spinning. Having excused himself from the ball, claiming that he was feeling unwell, the blue haired man slowly trudged the length of the corridor sluggishly. Apparently, his custom cocktails were a lot stronger than he thought they were.

Pausing for a moment, he leaned heavily against the wall with his arm, vision blurring as his heartbeat accelerated. His laboured breathing rang in his ears as the blood rushed through his head.

"As you wish," she hissed, "but this might create some misunderstandings."

Jellal chuckled bitterly to himself. Pushing himself off the wall, he shifted his position slightly so that his back was to the wall instead. His eyes closed tiredly. Gradually, his breathing eased its pace and calmness washed over him. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not notice the shadowy figure ease towards him until she was in front of him. A slender finger ran across his jaw bone teasingly before circling his collarbone. Jellal's eyes snapped open.

Urtear smiled naughtily back at him.

"Lady Urtear…" Jellal stuttered nervously, "You're…not supposed to be…"

His protests were cut short as the raven moved closer to him, hands placed lightly across his chest. Slowly, they roamed the chiseled muscles, gradually moving downwards. Jellal instinctively straightened upwards, back pressed urgently against the wall as he shied away from her touch. Urtear took the chance to press up against him even more.

Jellal's eyes widened with surprise as his brain struggled to comprehend the unfolding situation. But as the alcohol finally settled fully into his system, his mind went blank and his reactions slowed to a halt. Urtear licked her lips as she observed the light fade from the king's eyes. He was obviously drained of all his strength.

Her right leg moved up his inner thigh, rubbing against it temptingly, while her hand caressed his face gently. The raven pressed her body against his, nuzzling him playfully. Jellal inhaled sharply when Urtear's knee accidentally brushed against his groin and he could feel his pants tighten.

"What are you…" Jellal gasped.

Urtear giggled as her hands moved towards the man's belt, slender fingers curling around the buckle.

A strong hand encircled her slim wrist and Jellal spoke softly, "You really…shouldn't be here, my Lady." A certain glimmer had returned in his eyes as he gazed into her hazel eyes. The unspoken message was clear but Urtear leaned forwards until their noses were touching. Jellal's breathing was, at this stage, very irregular.

A sudden scuffle of noise rang out from around the corner and Jellal's head snapped to the side as he waited with bated breath for whoever it was to turn the corner. Taking advantage of Jellal's distraction, Urtear took the opportunity to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Aren't you supposed to be with Jellal?" Erza asked as Laxus strolled over to her. "You're his bodyguard after all."

Laxus laughed, scratching his head sheepishly. "You got me," he grinned, "I went to the kitchen to grab a snack." The blonde shook the bag of popcorn in front of her cheerily as the two captains wandered along the corridor back to their rooms. A sudden thought popped into his head. "Aren't you supposed to be with Mystogan?" He teased lightly. Then Laxus paled visibly as he noticed a smirk slowly forming on Erza's face. It was never good when the Fairy Hunter smiled.

"Say Laxus," Erza started, "is it true that you're gay for Jellal?"

Damn, payback was a bitch.

"Me? A handsome guy like me being gay? Chicks totally dig me!" Waving his arms in spectacular fashion, Laxus fumed.

Ignoring Laxus' indignant protests, Erza grinned as she turned round the corner with the blonde closely behind her.

"Why isn't he the one who's gay? Huh? Erza! Are you listening?"

A collective sharp intake of breath echoed along the corridor as the two captains took in the scene before them.

Jellal was pressed against the wall in a seemingly intimate way by Urtear, with one hand closed around her wrist. Urtear had one leg wrapped around Jellal's left leg and was kissing his cheek, one hand still fiddling with his belt as Jellal stood frozen in shock, eyes wide.

Seeing the two captains, Jellal snapped back to attention and roughly pushed Urtear of him. Hands raised in defence, he spluttered incoherent words, "This…is not…what it looks like…"

Erza made a disgusted noise at the back of her throat and ignored the two, instead choosing to make her way to her room. Laxus was shoveling popcorn into his mouth, seemingly absorbed by a hideous painting of Faust on the wall.

Urtear smiled devilishly and excused herself. Laxus eyed her retreating back suspiciously before shuffling over to the king.

"No wonder Erza thinks I'm the gay one here," he growled indignantly.

Jellal buried his face into his hands. This was seriously not happening.

Erza Knightwalker exited her room, dressed in her usual attire of amour and armed with her trusty spear. This would be the first time that she would be fighting without magic and deep down inside, a sense of foreboding gnawed relentlessly at her. Dismissing it as mere paranoia, she slipped out into the courtyard.

The last of the guests were taking their leave and she surveyed them coolly as she blended into the shadows of the trees. Her target arrived fairly soon. Erza took a deep breath and steadied herself.

Here we go.

Erza launched herself up skillfully and scampered to the top of the trees. Stealthily, the red head followed the carriage as it exited the palace grounds and plunged into the darkness of the forest, making its way towards Devlin.

Jumping from tree to tree for what seemed like hours, the carriage finally came to a halt in the middle of the forest and Erza stopped, feet planted firmly on the tree branch. Peering through the dense leaves, she squinted to see more clearly in the dim moonlight. Urtear had not moved from her seat but Zancrow had gotten out of the carriage, melting into the shadows as he wrestled his way past the bushes into the forest. Shuddering at the thought of having to follow the repulsive man who had repeatedly hit on her at the ball, Erza reluctantly pursued him.

Having to make her way across the forest pathway from the right side to the left in order to pursue Zancrow was difficult as Urtear could easily see her in the open area. Grimacing, Erza moved to the treetop directly above the carriage and launched herself into the air. A hand shot out to grab hold of the branch as she descended and the impact tore at her muscles. The captain grunted in pain as she swung down to a lower level, one hand automatically reaching to steady herself.

Eyes darting around, Erza searched frantically for her target. He had mysteriously disappeared into thin air. Biting her lip, she glanced backwards to make sure that the carriage had not moved from its original spot before creeping downwards. A yellow flash caught her eye and Erza held her breath, hoping that Zancrow had not spotted her. A rustling noise sounded below her and slowly, she inched forwards to see if he was there. Unfortunately, the branch she was on was weaker than she thought and it sagged visibly, rustling the leaves and causing a shushing wave of noise.

"Rookie mistake," a lustful voice whispered next to her ear.

Erza whipped around, spear in her hand, but she was not fast enough as a hard blow connected with the base of her neck. Her grip on her spear loosened and her vision blurred as darkness engulfed her. Her knees gave way and she slumped forwards, straight into the arms of the blonde.

Zancrow scoffed. "If the Edolas army is this amateur, we'll crush them in no time."

A hand reached out to brush away the strands of hair covering the red head's face. Recognition dawned on him. A smirk spread across his face and madness twinkled in his eyes.

"What do you know," Zancrow crooned triumphantly, "if it isn't the beautiful Erza Knightwalker."

Straightening upwards, Zancrow slung the unconscious captain over his shoulder, one hand stroking her back, relishing the feel of her smooth skin. Extracting a knife from his pocket, he stabbed it into the tree trunk and twisted it horizontally, effectively cracking the woodwork. Zancrow then leapt off the branch, using his knife as brakes.

The man opened the carriage door and slipped into the seat next to his female companion.

"You were right, Your Majesty. They did send someone after us." He licked his lips as he eyed the red haired beauty opposite to him.

Urtear stared out the window, bored. "It was fairly obvious that they would, especially as negotiations had broken down during the ball." Glancing at Erza, a smile adorned her face and she continued, "Pump her for information, Zancrow. You can do whatever you want with her while you're at it."

The blonde threw back his head and laughed madly. "It's been a while since I got to have some fun."

Her eyes opened slowly. Her vision was blurred and her throat was parched. Shifting slightly on the floor, Erza blinked rapidly and tried to take in her surroundings. She was in a cell, surrounded by stone walls. There were no windows but only a sole steel door in front of her. She pushed herself off the floor but found that her arms and legs were restrained by loose chains attached to the wall.

Swallowing hard, Erza forced herself to be calm. But panic flashed through her eyes and her breath hitched in her chest as a clanking noise signified the arrival of an enemy. The door slid open to reveal none other than Zancrow. He entered the room, lugging a bag along with him.

"Awesome, you're awake," he leered at her. Slamming the door shut, he crouched in front of her and grabbed her chin, tilting it upwards. "It's been ages since I've got to interrogate someone, least of all a female." Erza responded promptly by spitting in his face.

Zancrow dragged a hand across his face. "Usually, I would start the interrogation now," he said as he ran a hand through his hair, "but then again you're a girl, and I prefer to have my fun first. I don't want to ruin that pretty face of yours yet."

"Fuck you."

Sidestepping the captain, he unbuckled his belt. Grabbing a fistful of amber hair, Zancrow pulled her head back roughly. As Erza gasped desperately for air, he slipped the belt between her teeth and wound it tightly around the back of her head.

Shooting forwards, he grabbed the red head and slammed her head into the ground. Securing her hands above her head, Zancrow straddled her and pinned down her legs with his own. With his other free hand, he pulled out his knife and scrapped it lightly against the centre gore of her bra before slipping the knife under it.

"I like them feisty," he grinned, "so don't disappoint me."

Ok, so I kinda didn't know how to write this chapter haha. This chapter should be called The Chapter Made Up of Scenes That the Author Doesn't Know How To Write :D awesome. And I don't have time to proofread the last part :O Yeah, so until next chapter. I gotta say, I couldn't resist putting the popcorn bit in (look at mirime's chapter 3 review) XD