A/N: I liked Briar for some reason, and I can't help thinking Gray would've been lonely and…so this happened.

But because I'm a devoted Gratsu fan, once I started this I just had to write a Gray-and-Natsu-reunite-after-a-year drabble, which turned into Frozen to Death and ironically got posted first. And THEN I wrote "Dicks, Asses, & Feelings" which is basically a smutty alternative to Frozen to Death, and so I really, really had to post this. xP

This oneshot comes before Ch. 5-6 ("Mourning With Your Body"), and after "Frozen to Death" and "Dicks, Asses, & Feelings."

Summary: Gray is lonely, and Briar propositions him. What follows is rough and needy, but may not be enough to fill the hole Natsu left in his life.

Chapter 11 – Gray/Briar – "Paradise in Hell"

"Your cock must be lonely. Didn't you leave a boyfriend behind to come here?"

Gray looked around: Briar leaned against the far wall of the chamber, arms crossed under her breasts and her smirk in place. He bent back over the map, pretending to stare at the routes of armies and sub-guilds.

"You ever look for somewhere to put it?" Briar asked, walking over. "Someone who'll take care of it for you? Those thin wrists of yours have better things to do than jerk."

"Maybe," he said casually. "I fucked Jerome, so I guess I found a place to put it."

She laughed.

They'd been circling him lately. All of them, trying to see if he were interested. He half-wondered if they'd taken bets.

"You're young," she said. "And hot. Surely you need more than one place to stick it."

Eyes narrowed, he turned to face her; she was already inside his personal space, and the look on her face was dark and tempting.

"Are you offering?" he asked.

She let out a sigh calculated to draw his attention to her chest. "You couldn't tell?"

As he moved closer, she did too, hands almost reaching for him. Swallowing thick, he grabbed her crotch through her skirt to rub hard fingers over her clit. Briar moaned.

"Oh god, yes. Fuck me, Gray." She gasped, lips parted and face flushing. "Fuck me. I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Any way you like it." She grinned. "I used to have a girlfriend who kept me flexible, but everyone in this place is…not very interesting. But I imagine you are."

Gray grunted.

He untied her top with a jerk, the fabric falling to the floor as his hoisted her onto the edge of the table. His lips closed over her nipple, flicking it with his tongue before sucking hard. Briar gasped and arched her back into him.

Rubbing calloused fingers over her breast, Gray felt his pants growing painfully tight, licking her hard tit over and over. Briar moaned as he rubbed her flesh raw.

Shoving back against him, she dismounted from the table and grated over the front of his pants. Gray growled and turned the pair of them to back her against the wall.

As she shoved his pants down around his hips, he pressed her tight against the hard stone, cock rutting against the planes of her abdomen. Briar was practically naked, the part-skirt, part-loincloth getup she wore giving little resistance. With her pleading obscenely in his ear, Gray tugged the cloth aside and thrust between her legs.

Fuck, yes. He'd missed this. He'd missed human contact, and pretending that it meant something.

Wrapping his fingers around her warm thighs, Gray shoved Briar up against the wall and entered her with a quick, sharp shove.

Pleasure tightened around his cock. Gray grunted in spite of himself. Hot and slick she took him, squeezing, trying to thrust herself down onto him while those two perfect breasts shuddered, the dark, hard points of her nipples calling to him. He would take her right here in the hall. Briar wasn't interested in the slow luxury of foreplay.

"Fuck, this rock…" she whined. The rough grit was scraping her while she kept humping up and down on his cock.

Hand on the wall, ice burst from Gray's fingers without thought, cold and smooth. The freezing touch must've burned her naked skin, but she didn't resist, sliding more easily now. Gray sped up, thrusting into her hard and fast, hips colliding in sharp bursts.

He needed this. The tightness pulling him in, spasming his muscles, drawing together all the tension he bore from months of lying, months of stalking unfriendly halls and spitting cruel words at murderous people, grinning at blood and torture, and finding that some part of him liked it. All the power he wore like some cloak of darkness: he could give it up here, become simply a beast fucking another beast until they were both sated.

Simple, hot, alive.

One hand still held her thigh up for access, the other gliding through sweaty curls and pinching her clit. Briar thrashed in ecstasy, and when her chaotic movements brushed her hard nipple across his own, Gray crashed into her. Fuck, it felt so good. All he was was feeling. He sank his teeth into her neck, mindless, possessing this moment with all his balled-up violent energy.

After a particularly hard thrust, he caught sight of his reflection in the smooth surface of his ice. Black creeping over him, through his eye, flecked with tiny, evil glints of red and indigo. He looked like a demon was taking over his soul.

Briar chose that moment to snarl, "More, Fullbuster—!"

Gray pulled out and slammed her around by her hips. Briar's hands hit the ice, barely catching herself before he dragged her ass to him, tugged the scrap of fabric off her, and shoved into her cunt from behind.

"Oh gods, yes!" she exclaimed, Gray entering her over and over, so close to pleasure. The electricity thrumming through his body made his muscles jump and tighten. In the reflection, they could both watch as his hand snaked up and grabbed her breast, fingers digging into the skin, pinching her tit hard. Briar cried out again. At this rate, someone would hear, but Gray didn't care. Let them come and watch them fuck.

Like the monsters we are.

He came without ceremony, thrusting hard into her and holding her there, hands squeezing her breasts. Briar made a mess of noises, which jumped up in pitch when he pulled out and twisted her around.

When Gray kissed her, it was hard enough to bruise both of them. Teeth on her lips, tongue thrust rudely into her mouth. He reached between her legs and dragged his fingers over her clit, Briar's hand reaching down to guide him. He was suddenly thankful for those bored nights fucking with Juvia when he had nothing (and no one) better to do. He knew where to press, let her pull and push against him as she needed until, shouting, she climaxed, pulsing against his palm.

"Fuck," she growled. "Fuck, fuck…"

"Thanks," Gray said tersely, zipping his pants. Briar's skirt was still flapped to the side, exposing her—and who knew where her top was at this point. Her chest heaved with her panting, breasts jolting with each inhale. She seemed quite proud of displaying them.

"My cunt welcomes you any time," she said. "Use me whenever you want."

"You're that bored?" Gray snorted, hands in his pockets, looking toward the door.

"That needy." She straightened. "Nobody here fucks like you do, Fullbuster. I can tell you that right now."

"Stop trying, Briar," he said, turning away. "This was a one-time offer."

"Whatever you say," she called after him.

As he trudged out and down the corridor, one face filled his memory.

It stared him down until guilt and longing were crushing, the loneliness an agony beating in his ribs. Natsu. Would he ever see the flame-brain again?

Would they even know each other anymore?

Punching the wall, he swallowed the salt that tried to slip down his cheek. There was no freedom here. Just torture and blood and people who liked it. Just the hardness of his own soul, and the curse taking over his body.

He would never be good enough anymore. It was reason enough to get off with her again whenever they both needed it. His life was turning into nothing but an instrument that others played.

A/N: Sorry that ended a bit sad. The much happier fic "Dicks, Asses, & Feelings" (about Gray and Natsu's sweet, smutty reunion) is about to come out to make up for it.

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