Hey Mr DJ

Pairing: Jellal X Erza
Theme: Dance
Warning: Possible mature content but does not contain lemons


You know I can take you straight to heaven if you let me, you know I could make your body levitate ~ Hollywood Undead (Levitate)

He recognized her even though she was half hidden amidst the mass of bodies on the dance floor. The scarlet hair cascading down her shoulders shone under the multi-coloured lights as she made her way to the centre of the stage and his eyes followed her elegant figure hungrily. He downed his shot greedily and closed his eyes as the hard liquor trickled down his throat. The burning sensation slowly melted into his chest and Jellal let out a satisfied groan at the warmth. With a grunt, he ruffled his hair distractedly and glanced in her direction again.

She was letting loose, the alcohol having already numbed her senses. The flashing lights threw fading shadows across her, highlighting the way her blouse and jeans clung tightly to her every curve as she twisted and turned seductively. She was attracting a lot of attention and he smirked as Erza took turns teasing each hopeful guy beside her.

Dancing in circles around them… he mused to himself. He tapped the bar surface and nudged the shot glass forwards. The white haired barman grinned and passed him another.

"Thanks," Jellal murmured, eyebrows furrowed slightly. Despite the way she danced, he could sense an air of frustration in her actions. She was dancing to let loose but at the same time, she was dancing to release her irritation. Her moves were graceful, yet there was a hint of anger behind them. He slammed his empty glass on the table and blinked rapidly. He could tell she was trying to blow off some steam.

He looked down as his phone vibrated. Slipping a hand into his pocket, he extracted the small gizmo and glanced at the caller id. He hesitated for a moment as he recognized the name and half debated whether to hang up or not. It wasn't that Jellal didn't like the guy but he really wasn't in the mood to pretend to be on friendly terms with Erza's boyfriend when she was literally shaking her ass in front of him. Sighing, the blue haired male answered the call.

"Simon."

The music being blasted out from the numerous speakers dotted around the room pounded in his brain and Jellal could start to feel a massive headache building up.

Simon was saying something over the line but it was almost like trying to talk in the middle of a rock concert. Jellal pushed himself up from his seat and struggled to his feet before making his way to the washroom.

"Hold on! Let me go somewhere quieter!" Jellal shouted into the receiver.

Cursing under his breath, he stumbled through the crowds and into the men's washroom.

"What is it?" He breathed out harsher than he had intended.

Simon took a deep breath and started. "We broke up."

Jellal quirked an eyebrow. "You two have broken up eight times for the past year. What's the big deal this time?"

"This time will be the last time. She couldn't take the strain in our relationship," Simon explained wearily.

"Well, sorry to hear that," Jellal replied smoothly, not sounding sorry at all. "But you're telling me this because…?"

"Because Erza's…angry at me" Simon replied, "and she's trying to get back at me by...I mean, she's going out, getting wasted…she's self-destructing."

"Self-destructing," Jellal repeated skeptically. "She's not a bomb, Simon. She can take care of herself. Stop worrying man…"

He was interrupted by Simon. "Jellal, please. I just don't want her to make a mistake against her better judgment in the heat of the moment."

The blue haired man did not speak and Simon took it as a sign to continue. "The reason I'm calling you is that she's been going to Fairy Tail recently and…I was hoping that you could watch out for her since you're a regular at the club anyway."

His eyes darkened before he closed them. Swallowing, he growled. "She's an adult now. I will try to make sure nothing goes wrong," he emphasized the word with disdain, "but I can't guarantee that I'll step in for no good reason."

He could hear Simon let out a loud sigh of relief but he continued before Simon could speak. "But I'm not going to do anything if she's hitting it off with someone else, yeah? She has the right to live her life and it's her choice to start over."

Crashing sounds echoed in his ear as Simon reacted angrily to Jellal's comment but still, he agreed reluctantly.

"Thanks Jellal." Simon muttered.

"Whatever."

Jellal hung up and slipped the phone back into his pocket. He rolled up the sleeves of his charcoal shirt, exposing his strong muscular forearms and the inky black flames tattoos adorning them. Wrenching the door open, he rejoined the crowds and faded into the shadows.

The sudden lack of light was disorientating and somehow, he found himself among the crowds, moving to the music as the red and blue lights sparkled around him.

Irritation gnawed at him as he caught sight of Erza. She was engaged in a seemingly harmless banter with another man but Jellal could seem him move closer towards her as she raised her hands and placed them against his chest, trying to put some distance between them subtly.

Simon was too naïve. After all, all's fair in love and war, right?

He strode over confidently and slapped a hand over the man's shoulder. He turned and Jellal shot him an icy glare.

"Back off man, that's my girl," He snarled.

The man glanced at Jellal, taking note his muscular build and tattoos and muttered a quick apology, deciding that it wasn't worth getting killed by the yakuza.

Erza eyed Jellal cautiously. Usually, she hated when guys fought over her like dogs fighting over a piece of meat. But then again, he had always been different from the others.

"Did Simon send you after me, Jellal Fernandes?" She asked coldly, chocolate brown eyes darkening into a solid onyx.

He flashed her a smile but he kept his distance. "I'm offended. Can't a guy get to know a lovely lady like you better, Erza Scarlet?"

She scoffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder in one swift motion. "Why is it that I don't believe you?" She asked, her eyes twinkling mischievously, daring him to make his move.

He shifted his weight as he danced to the beat of the music, laughing easily. "Well, I'm sure we can get to know each other better. You're new around these parts and this is my territory, so why don't you show what you got?"

"Sounds like a challenge," Erza smirked and she started to circle him, a finger resting on his shoulder lightly as she strutted around him seductively, teasingly. And she was off.

With her back to him, she starting swaying to the fast beat, hips moving gracefully left and right and his eyes followed them hungrily. Erza turned around, catching the look in his eye, and pranced over to him. He didn't move as her body molded against his and she moved up and down, never breaking eye contact. A shiver rang down his spine as her fingers trailed down his back and he swallowed as they made their way to his chest and his abdomen.

Her tongue darted out quickly, wetting her lips as she sensed his stomach muscles tighten with anticipation. She shuffled backwards slightly, her body brushing against his teasingly but still, he didn't move, choosing not to invade her personal space as readily as she had done to his.

The redhead shot him a grin. "What? You wanted me to show you my moves but you won't show me yours?"

Jellal grinned and slipped behind her easily. "And I thought that you would never ask," he murmured softly.

They were so close now that their hot bodies molded together and they danced passionately, releasing all of their pent up frustration and at the same time, both displaying overwhelming amounts of lust as they fought for dominance and control.

Jellal slipped his arms around her slim waist and his hands moved downwards slowly to rest on her hips as he pushed them to match his rhythm. She was good, very good in fact. He pressed forwards, grinding against her butt and the friction sent him into a frenzy as his pants tightened ever so slightly.

She sensed the change in pressure and smirked. "Like it?"

He didn't answer but instead leant forward and nuzzled the tender skin on her neck, kissing it lightly as Erza closed her eyes. She raised her hands above her head and her fingers entangled in his messy blue locks. Taking her actions as permission to take things up a new level, his hands moved to her stomach, which was exposed as her shirt was pulled up slightly. She shivered at the warmth of his hands on her sensitive skin and she turned around so that they were facing each other.

"Let's say every guy in this room would kill to be me at the moment," he whispered in her ear.

Erza grinned smugly but refused to return the compliment and stoke his ego. Slipping her hands around his neck, she pressed her body against his once more and started grinding. She could feel his breath on her face and she leaned forwards, lips brushing against Jellal's ever so softly. Suddenly, she pushed him away and sauntered off to dance with a shirtless guy, only sparing him a coy backwards glance.

Jellal's eyes narrowed at the challenge but he smirked at her gesture. She was teasing him, toyed with his feelings until he had fallen for her completely before leaving him, daring him to chase after her. Still, he didn't want to seem too desperate or overprotective. He took a step forwards only to be stopped in his tracks as a slender hand snaked around his muscular torso. A glance told him that it was none other than his regular dance partner, Ultear Milkovich.

"You seem tense tonight, Jellal," she purred in his ear and pushed a glass into his hand. "Why don't we loosen up?"

He downed it quickly, never taking his eyes off the redhead. His grip on the glass loosened but he ignored it as the glass shattered around his feet. The man snapped his fingers and this caught the attention of the DJ. The blonde grinned at his friend and nodded in understanding. After a few spins, the song switched to something faster and more energetic.

Jellal sent a meaningful smirk at Erza's direction and joined Ultear.

Well, two can play the game.

His movements became more erratic and more unpredictable but still managed to flow seamlessly with the music. The two of them moved simultaneously, perfectly in synch. This was his turf, their dance. Jellal had danced with Ultear for so long that the both of them just about could read each other's minds.

She was on her knees, hands sliding up his pants and eyes lingering lustfully at his belt buckle. But her hands slid under his shirt, rubbing against his hard abs before teasing open the buttons one by one, deliberately taking her time. Her fingers grazed his collar bone roughly and her hips grinded against his groin easily. Jellal jerked forwards at the contact and his shirt fell open, exposing his perfectly formed chest and his six pack.

"You're distracted," mused Ultear thoughtfully.

Jellal scoffed, "Don't flatter yourself."

Suddenly, he decided that enough was enough and he wanted Erza now. And Jellal always got what he wanted.

He shifted around Ultear and he could feel Erza's piercing gaze burn into his back.

He was a brilliant dancer, no doubt about it. His movements radiated unrivalled confidence and this attracted Erza more than anything. Flicking her partner's chest lightly, she made to move on to another guy, this time with pink hair. However, she found her way blocked by someone. Looking up, her eyes widened slightly as she recognized the man's shocking blue hair.

"Enough," he breathed out, voice husky with emotion.

"Wha…?"

She was cut off as Jellal crashed his lips against hers eagerly, ignoring the envious stares he was receiving from both the females and males around him. His hands wandered down her back and he hugged her tightly against his chest. He didn't realize that they were still swaying to the music until they broke apart for more air and both stared at each other, panting hard.

She smiled at the mischievous twinkle in his eyes as his fingers threaded between hers and he pulled her towards the exit.

"Now, why don't you let me show you what I can really do, hmm?"


Wehey! Characters I managed to stick in here without naming them!

DJ – Laxus
Bartender – Shou
Shirtless dude – Gray
Pink haired dude - Natsu

I made Jellal into an asshole here :) I was aiming for a lustful / promiscuous relationship though and damn, I hated doing research for this fic. Research as in research for dancing…in clubs. I don't dance personally and my friends weren't particularly helpful in this aspect so I turned to my best friend, the internet. Insanely awkward I can tell you.

Then I turned to (club) music for inspiration. Usually I use one song for one one-shot as inspiration but here I used:

Promiscuous – Nelly Furtado
Like a G6 – Far East Movement
Dance Floor Anthem – Good Charlotte
Elevator – Flo Rida
The Way I Are – Timbaland
DJ Got Us Falling In Love - Usher
Levitate - Hollywood Undead