Warnings: Graphic imagery and torture, rapist tendencies, sexual content, rough language. THE FAINT-HEARTED ARE NOT WELCOME.

Disclaimer: Fairy Tail does not belong to me.

Under the Emerald Fireflies (Part 3)

"We will set camp here for the night," Azuma said, standing up from my back. By now, the sun was setting and the night approaching, and I moaned in exhaustion, sprawling my back across the dirt. Nearly twenty-four hours have passed since last night, the night I agreed to become Azuma's slave, or at least pretend to be. Since morning I had been on all fours, carrying him on my back and crawling through the dirt like a bitch, covering a lot of ground and getting closer than ever to whoever and wherever Hydra is.

Before I could lay on the ground for even a second, Azuma had yanked me by the arm and brought me to a nearby tree. Raising his hand, a vine appeared out of the trunk and tied itself to my ankle, binding tightly that no amount of yanking my foot would break it. I wondered if it would be like this everyday, crawling through the mud while the sun is up and bound to a tree after the sun sets. And today was colder and more painful, because I was naked, and my buttocks had grown red from a day's worth of spanking.

"Freed, keep an eye on Laxus." Azuma ordered, "I will hunt for dinner."

"Yes, Master." By now, Freed had become Azuma's loyal subordinate, perhaps as loyal as when he was mine. He took a seat close to me, sitting where my feet stretched, watching Azuma walk right into another tree and blending in, then disappearing.

There were only Freed and I, then. I sat, my legs crossed, trying as hard as I could to cover my privates, and waited, still silently hoping that Freed was still on my side. Perhaps this was his plan. To wait for Azuma to leave the two of us alone, then rescuing me and taking me away. But the longer I waited, the more I realised I was no more than a dreamer. Freed had changed sides, and it seemed permanent. He looked at me then, all of my naked body and fucked me with his eyes. I gulped; there was hunger in those eyes. My wrists went to my crotch and covered it without command, and I swayed my eyes away.

Suddenly then, he chuckled. It was short, almost accidental, as if he tried holding it in, just a small giggle passing through his lips. "What are you laughing at?" I asked. I realised I haven't worked out in ages and my muscles have shrunk, and my brain short-circuited to that. Was he laughing at my body? I was so used to people complimenting my figure that a little laugh was enough to unsettle me. I am vain, I know that.

"Nothing… It's just…" Freed hesitated for a second, "You look so sad and pathetic like this."

My blood immediately went hot. What is he doing? Is he intentionally trying to make me angry? I wouldn't even have ended up in this island if he had not given me that map and lied to me about Gildarts and the rest being spotted here. "Well it's your goddamn fault, you traitor!" I shouted at his face, but I knew that was what he wanted to do, to provoke me. How he had changed was beyond reason.

Freed chuckled again, "Getting riled up over every little thing. You never changed, have you, Laxus?"

"Shut up." I told him, "I will kill you. Both of you. You and Azuma. One day your words will choke you and turn into bitter poison in your mouths. I just have to figure out how."

Freed seemed unfazed. "I thought you had pledged to become his slave. Is that a lie?"

"You know the answer to that." I sighed, and closed my eyes. Freed, what happened to you? Has your love for me blinded you from seeing the right from the wrong? I looked at him again and said, "I am doing what any member of the guild would, what you should have done- protecting Fairy Tail from traitors. And now you've become one of them. One day you will regret your treachery and die in my hands."

"That's never going to happen, Laxus. You may keep dreaming, but realise who is the one tied up to a tree."

I heaved a sigh of desperation. There was no winning this argument. After all, he was right- I was powerless as long as these handcuffs were around my wrists. I asked him, "What is your deal with Azuma?" Immediately, he raised his brows in confusion, so I reiterated the question, "What is your reward for betraying me?"

"Isn't it clear?" Freed asked, then he gestured at all of me, "I get... you."

Meanwhile, Freed recalled the exact day and time he agreed to Azuma's deal. He remembered how hot the sun was, how noisy the crowd was. He relived it in his memory. Every piece of it, every part of how he switched sides. It was right after he walked in on Laxus with Erza and Mira in the massage parlour. He left the building with sweat all over his face and tears welling in his eyes. He told himself not to cry, because he had to be strong. As he exit and joined into the noisy crowd, everyone's voices blared in his ears, and someone pulled him away.

"I have made my decision. I'll join your side. I'll do whatever you say. I'll betray Laxus," he remembered saying. "And in return…" Freed had to make sure for another time what he was getting himself into. Azuma smiled, then, and Freed still remembered the pang of guilt that struck his chest that day, and the rays of the sun that glistened in Azuma's crescent moon earrings.

"And in return you get to touch and fondle and lick and do whatever else I deem fit to Laxus Dreyar, whenever I deem fit. You will only touch him when I tell you to."

Freed demanded, "That is not all. You have to make Laxus realise he is not straight- I am sure of that fact."

"Yes, of course. Before we seal the deal, I have to ask you," Azuma said, "Are you really sure you want to betray Laxus?"

Freed paused for a second. Then he answered, "I am not betraying him- I am guiding him towards the light and the realisation of his true sexuality. That is not betrayal. In fact, I love him too much to see him denying the fact that he is attracted to other men. It's sad, in fact, and I cannot let that stand."

"I see. Still, however, you are in love with Laxus." Azuma told him, "What I am going to do to Laxus..." he shook his head, "To see the man you love being used by another man… Freed... I'm going to leave every inch of Laxus' body my mark. His body will forever serve me; his eyes will see me as God and my enemies Satan; his ears will listen to nobody but my commands; his mouth will suck my cock and please me as I wish; his tongue will cleanse and bathe my body; his torso will be the feast for my hungry eyes; his nipples will be my toys and his rock-hard abs my dinner table. Are you truly sure you can handle not only seeing this, but becoming my servant in helping me achieve it?"

"I have no other choice," Freed said, cold and unyielding, "You are the first person I have met who can possibly break and tame Laxus' soul."

"That's not all," Azuma continued, "I will tie his body up until there is no limb that can move, blindfold him so that he can only hear my voice and spread his body apart so that my eyes can feast on all of his glory. Then, I will use his incredible body like I would a puppet. I will feed upon his body- I will drain him out of sperm and I will exploit his hole. I will make sure he doesn't go through a day without pleasing me, Freed, so you have to decide now if you will stand for it. If you do, you will stand for everything I want and not back down even a bit."

Freed gulped. He closed his eyes, but ultimately nodded his head, "Yes, I am sure. You are the only one who can enslave Laxus, and I want to be by your side when you do."

They shook on it then, and Azuma pulled out a map from under his robe. He told Freed, "Give this to Laxus and tell him to head for the marked island. I will be waiting there."

"Yes, Master Azuma." Freed nodded, and waited in the bar till night where he knew Laxus would come looking.

...

...

Freed snapped out of his own thoughts and said to me, "I get to see you tied up and humiliated and tortured and trained into a slave. That's the reward for handing you over to Master Azuma."

I chuckled, both out of confusion and irony. "You've changed, Freed." I said, "I don't even know you anymore."

"Well, people change. Get over it."

"Is this your revenge?"

"Revenge?" he asked back. I was sure he knew what I meant. Probably, he was playing dumb. Acting. Like he had been doing all this time.

"Because you confessed that you loved me and I didn't love you back? Is that it?"

"Maybe it is." Freed replied, "If you've ever been in love with someone your entire life, I guess you'd understand."

"You're a psycho. Going to these lengths just because someone rejected you? Grow some balls, you faggot."

Freed's ears pricked, "What did you just call me?!"

"I called you a psycho faggot. You're a fucking pussy, Freed. A fucking pussy faggot. Or do you need me to repeat myself?" I have to admit the word 'faggot' slipped by my tongue and just got out of my mouth, but I didn't regret it one bit. I knew there would be hell to pay, but I didn't really care.

The bushes around us suddenly rustled, and Azuma appeared, a dead boar clutched in an arm and a sack slung across his other. He had lost his robe and returned in a sleeveless A-shirt, black as his hair, and we both fell silent. Azuma's side was covered in blood, most likely the boar's, but I hoped it was his own.

He dumped the boar, blood oozing out of its greasy belly, and sat down beside his sack. Clapping his palms, vines grew out of the soil and wrapped around the carcass, skinning it clean and finally burning. They wilted while burning the meat, the grease crackling to a roast.

Azuma tore a large piece and handed it to Freed before tearing another for himself. They both munched a bite while I sat and watched. Halfway into digging the whole of his piece, he asked, "Laxus, do you want some?"

Oh yeah, sure, give me a piece, you asshole, considering I've been carrying your lazy ass all day. But I had to pretend I was a good slave, I guess, and so I whimpered, "Yes, please…"

He tore another piece, much smaller than his piece, and threw it the ground in front of me. The meat was now lathered in dirt, but I was too hungry I couldn't really complain. As I reached out my hand to grab it, Azuma said, "Who told you to eat with your hands? Eat it off the ground. Like a dog. Like a bitch."

I gulped. I was hungry, and would probably pass out if I didn't eat soon, but is it worth the humiliation? Fuck it, I was starving. I weakly nodded, and bent my head over, directing my dry lips towards the charred flesh of the boar. I couldn't bend my head the right way because of the way my ankles were tied, so all I could do was lick the grease off the skin. It took a lot of manoeuvring of the head until I could finally grip it with my teeth and bite a piece to swallow. I could feel Freed's condescending smirk even though I wasn't looking his way, but I didn't care.

"Good boy," Azuma taunted. "Good bitch."

Fuck you, I thought, but I had promised him my servitude if he didn't go after Fairy Tail, and unlike him, I wasn't an oath breaker.

I kept to myself and ate the piece I was given. The meat was rather tough; the vines didn't roast it well, but heck, after everything I have been through, some undercooked meat was the least of my problems. I was eventually given bigger pieces, though; Azuma said that I would need the energy for tonight, whatever the hell that meant. We ate and ate, they did like civilised humans while I ate like a dog, until what was left of the boar were charred ebony bones scattered on the ground.

"Are you thirsty, Laxus?" Azuma then asked as he stood up. I nodded, and he said, "Of course you are." He then walked towards a nearby tree, blossoming with coconut-like fruits. He knocked his fist on the trunk, and several of them came tumbling down. "These are carcalleo fruits." Azuma then proceeded to break the shells somehow with angled palms, "They store water inside the fruits, just like coconuts. But coconut trees don't grow on Dryad Island."

He tossed me one, and another to Freed. Again, I had to drink the way a dog does, licking the water and daubing it on my tongue. After eating and drinking, we were full. I rested for the first time that evening, watching the forest grow dark once more. During the day it wasn't much brighter either due to the thick canopies and emergents, but at least I could see where I was going. When night fell, it became nearly pitch dark, until the green fireflies came again.

Azuma suddenly broke the silence of the night, "Laxus, while I was gone earlier, what did you call Freed? 'Faggot', was it?"

Shit. My eyes widened, wanting to lie, but I decided to preserve my dignity, "Yes."

"Don't you know the meaning of that word, Laxus? You should be careful with your tongue."

"I didn't mean the word in that sense. I was just…"

"Angry?" he read my mind. He was right. "Still, that was offensive. To me, and to Freed. Wasn't it offensive to you, Freed?"

I looked at Freed, winced my eyes, trying to tell him that I didn't mean it in a derogatory way. He must have known that, but he looked at Azuma and said, "Yes. Yes, I was offended."

"Freed, you know I didn't mean it that way! I am angry at you for being a backstabbing asshole!" I exclaimed, but he wouldn't care.

"So what exactly did you mean then?" Azuma asked.

I stuttered, "Umm… Umm… I meant… that… um…" I was speechless. Shit, what did I mean when I said it? The word just slipped through.

Azuma wasn't pleased, "I thought so. Laxus, I know you claim you are a straight man, but that doesn't give you the right to call gay people 'faggot'."

"Yes I know that!" I cut him off.

"Apologise." Azuma instructed.

"What?" I said. "He deserved it! He betrayed my trust as a comrade. Why the hell-"

"Apologise," Azuma repeated, this time stronger. "Now."

I bent my head down, and gnarled, but ultimately I said, "Freed… I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said and I shouldn't have said it." I looked at his face then, and he nodded, accepting my faked apology. Fuck him. Fuck both of them.

"Good." Azuma said. His voice suddenly became much sterner. "But I cannot let this slide. You have to be punished, Laxus."

"What?!" I rebelled. Before I could let another word through my mouth, Azuma had grabbed me by the wrists and pinned them above my head onto the trunk of the tree behind us. Like last night, the handcuff on my wrists blended into the trunk and bound me. Azuma then grabbed one of my legs and raised them to the height of his knee, and told Freed to do the same with my other leg. I sat helplessly while they spread my legs apart, revealing my butthole. In the midst of the commotion, I rapidly flustered, my cheeks rosy with shame. "What are you doing?! What are you going to do to me?!"

Azuma didn't answer, but his vines did. Tree roots appeared out of the ground and clung to my ankles, suspending my feet in the air and spreading them even wider. I couldn't move my feet; I just felt my hole being exposed further while Azuma watched in pleasure. I was completely helpless. My hands were tied up above my head while my legs were bound hanging in the air. I suddenly felt a cold draft blowing through my hole, and I felt more vulnerable than ever.

"Bring me the sack," Azuma told Freed. He was referring to the sack he brought along after his hunt, I assumed, and I wasn't looking forward to discover what was inside it. Azuma unwrapped the sack after Freed brought it to him, and fruits of varying sizes were inside, one small nut rolling under my thigh. Azuma took a small stick that was lying on the dirt and spiked the nut through the pointy end. He pierced another two nuts roughly the size of ping pong balls through the stick, and then a third and fourth one, the size getting towards a golf ball as he picked another.

I knew where he was going, and I pleaded, "Please, don't."

"Do you know what I am going to do?" He asked, and I nodded. He asked me, "What is it, then?"

"You are going to put those nuts inside my… asshole…?" I asked, hoping I wasn't right.

"You are right." Azuma smiled, that trademark devilish smirk beaming from his face.

"No… Please don't… I'm sorry… I really am… Freed, tell him…" I begged and begged, but Azuma didn't listen. Slowly, he slid the nuts through my opening, and I whimpered in pain. I could feel the smooth shells of the nuts gliding past my anus, and I tightened my hole, but it only brought me more pain, so I tried loosening it, and he slid it, one nut after another, one ball after the other. I looked at Freed as Azuma slew the nuts into me, trying to see if he was pleased with my punishment. I thought he was. "Oh god…" I uttered, looking at Azuma now, who seemed like a doctor observing a pregnant woman. He let the nuts linger inside me for close to ten minutes, by which time I could feel my insides convulsing.

Slowly then, Azuma took the end of the stick and slowly pulled it out, taking the nuts out one by one, now covered in fluids. I could feel my hole spreading as the balls got out of me, and I moaned each time. Shit, shit, shit.

Azuma then said, "Now let's try something bigger." I gulped. He scrambled his hand amongst the litter in the sack and raised his hand with a cucumber in his grip. Instantly, my jaw dropped. "This one is going to be a little more painful, so bear with me."

"No, please, I've learned my lesson… I will never say the word 'faggot' again, ever!"

Azuma chuckled, "I don't care." I couldn't say anything, not that there was anything I could say to stop him. He brought the cucumber, which definitely wasn't the largest cucumber I have ever seen, but still quite thick and long, towards my opening, and I tingled.

With one swift motion, he slid it in, and I felt something tear. I heard it, too. Pain rushed to my anus and I wailed in pain, but I reminded myself I have experienced far worse battle wounds. "Just relax," he said, "Loosen your hole." And I did. Rapidly, he inserted it inside me, and I felt it. It was huge, like there was a lump inside me. I moaned in pain as it became worse. I was definitely bleeding, but I held the shouts in because I didn't want to seem weak. For Fairy Tail, I told myself, and the pain subsided somehow. Azuma smiled at me, "You're such a masochist, Laxus Dreyar." He grabbed my cock, which I didn't realise had become hard amidst all the penetration. Fuck, what happened? Why did having my anus penetrated by some nuts and a cucumber make me hard? What the hell is happening to me?

I moaned once as he rubbed my cock, and Freed just stood behind him, watching him torture and humiliate me. I gulped, "Freed… I'm sure there's still good inside you. Are you really fine letting him do all these degrading things to me…? Penetrating my hole with cucumbers and toying with my body…? Is this really what you signed up for…?"

Perhaps I convinced him. Perhaps Freed had had enough with the way I was treated, and he finally realised that this was out of line and that he had to prevent it. He slowly walked towards my naked body and knelt beside where Azuma was squatting, and he reached out a hand towards the cucumber inside my hole. Yes, Freed, take it out, stand your ground. Even if you have changed sides, you must think this is clearly overboard. Take it out.

However, I was wrong. Instead of taking the cucumber out, Freed used his fingers and pushed it even deeper inside me. I felt my stomach churn and my soul betrayed. What the…

"Aahhhh…" I moaned, feeling the cucumber hit my prostates. Fuck, that felt good.

Azuma laughed, his hand still massaging my hardening cock, "Poor Laxus… You little poor thing… Freed only listens to me now. Isn't that right, Freed?"

"Yes, Master Azuma. That is right." Freed said, and again, he brought his hand to the cucumber.

However, then, I felt something strange. The cucumber was sliding out, instead of in. I looked to see Freed slowly pulling the cucumber out. I was immediately struck with a ray of hope. Had Freed suddenly realised that he was wrong? After a while, Freed pulled and pulled, and the cucumber was out. I gasped for air, my breaths short and my heartbeats shorter. "Thank you, Freed… You have changed sides, haven't you…?"

Azuma's eyes sharpened in slight anger, "Freed, what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, Master Azuma." Those words were music to my ears. Finally, I thought, Freed had realised the errors of his ways and decided to rescue me. He had taken the cucumber out and put me out of my misery. This was the Freed I knew. I was overjoyed and hopeful, but then, Freed said, "It's just…" He reached inside the sack and took out another cucumber, this one more gargantuan, "This cucumber is much larger and thicker… I thought it would be better to penetrate Laxus with…"

Azuma smirked in victory, "Go ahead, insert it yourself."

My hopes were instantly crushed again, like a rollercoaster going through the high and low in a matter of seconds. "Freed… I thought you were…"

Freed laughed, "No way… Seeing you humiliated and toyed with like this is what brings me joy, Laxus. I will never let you run away from Master Azuma."

I closed my eyes and prepared for the worst. Within seconds, I felt the cold skin of the cucumber touch my anus, and in it went. "Aahhhh!" I moaned, "Freed… you evil… Aahhhhhhh! Aahhhhhhhhhhh!" This one was much larger, I could literally feel it. It brought more pain, and I arched my back and threw my head uncontrollably. I kept on moaning his name, "Freed… Freed… Stop this… You are not who you used to be…"

"You're right, Laxus." Freed said as he pushed the long fruit deeper and deeper inside me, "I have changed. I have found new purpose in life by serving and helping Master Azuma train you into the masochistic slave that you really are inside!"

"Arghhhhhhh!" I shouted, and all the muscles in my body tensed. I flexed my torso all over, making my pecs and abs hard as my anus went soft, and Azuma used his free hand to rub around my hardening torso.

"Yes, you look beautiful when you flex, Laxus." Azuma said, his hands simultaneously rubbing my cock and torso, while I sat there helplessly at their mercy. My cock being massaged, my pecs and abs rubbed, my anus penetrated, all done at once by my two enemies without my consent and approval. I realised that I was their toy now, Master Azuma's toy.

Azuma has said it before, but now I understood it. This was why he kept Freed around. I have never felt more vulnerable than being used by Freed like a toy under Azuma's commands. It made me feel so weak and powerless, and Azuma succeeded. Being tied up and having every inch of my body non-consensually stimulated by Azuma and Freed should bring me more pain and agony than anything, so why was I so aroused? Why was my dick so hard and my breaths so uncontrollable when they were using me like I was nothing more than a slave? Why was I so warm inside when I should have been boiling with anger?! Why did I keep on begging Freed for mercy I knew he would never show?!

Am I gay? Was Freed right? Was I simply denying the fact that I am attracted to men? I closed my eyes shut, and the word 'Yes' resounded in my mind. Yes, Laxus, my mind's voice told me. You are gay. I rebelled inside, But I am attracted to women as well, definitely to a greater degree than men. My mind told me then, You're bisexual, then, or you wouldn't be this aroused. I finally agreed, Yes, I am bisexual. That is it. I am bisexual, or I wouldn't be this horny.

Besides, I somehow liked it, even though I didn't want to admit it. I liked having my body used so mercilessly against my will by my enemies. Having my body exploited for others' personal gain brought me so much excitement. I wanted to be treated like a cheap dog and ridden on when the sun rises and used like a dirty whore when the sun sets. I wanted them to touch and lick and penetrate me in places I never knew existed and I wanted them to use me until I begged them to stop and they wouldn't.

I looked at them both. "Master Azuma… Freed… I understand now." I gulped, the words stuck at the edge of my tongue, "I am not straight. I am attracted to both genders, or something of that sort, but I know I am not straight."

Freed smiled at me and placed his palm on my cheek, "Finally, Laxus, you've come out of the dark and realised your true self."

Azuma smirked as well, "Good boy. You're ready now."

"Ready? For what?"

"Hydra." Azuma said, and I gulped.