A/N: A little companion piece to Taming a Dragon. You all remember the revelation in chapter 2? Well, I did say I was going to write this… You're welcome, I think.
I was going to post this tomorrow, but... NO SELF CONTROL!
This is set before both Taming a Dragon chapters.
On to the story! :D
"Laxus, how was your date with Lucy last night?"
"Awesome. She's gonna move in with me."
That had been the beginning of the end for the Rune mage. At least, it was in a sense. His secret desire for the Lightning Dragon Slayer was finally to be put to rest. No matter how many women Laxus had gone through in the past, or how serious things had gotten, no one had ever reached the level of sharing a home with him.
The first sign should have been that Laxus' relationship with Lucy was already past its second year, by only a couple months. No one had ever held the blond's interest for that long.
Freed's heart was heavy, but he knew that he had to move on. Years of being Laxus' right hand showed him that there was only ever an interest in the opposite sex for the Lightning Slayer. And Freed, well he was ill-equipped for the position he'd ached to have.
When he thought back, though, perhaps he'd known and just hadn't wanted to truly accept it. His eyes had strayed on numerous occasions to another mage in the guild. It had always just been because of how loud he was when goaded into a fight. And he was quite the opposite of Laxus in many ways, Freed was sure.
Gajeel, a Dragon Slayer of the first generation. Raised by an actual dragon, not by human parents.
Where Laxus' hair was like the sun, brilliantly shining in those soft spikes that Freed had felt only a handful of times, Gajeel's reminded him of a sharp, dark abyss that threatened to suck down his soul and shred him to pieces in the process.
Laxus' eyes were blue as an ocean or grey like the clouds that housed his element. Gajeel's were so deep a red, so vibrant, that Freed was left thinking of how terrifying they would look while stalking their prey. They were vicious, intense.
Laxus' fashion sense was clean cut, with not a single thread out of place from his pressed slacks to his silk dress shirts. His fur coat never held a speck of dirt. Gajeel's clothes made everyone aware of just who he was, what element he commanded with his magic. He wasn't dirty, but he had a certain rugged, wild quality to him that made Freed think he was so much more dangerous.
Freed had never felt truly intimidated by Laxus, but he assumed it was because of their fast friendship before the Slayer had become an S Class mage. Watching Gajeel from a distance set the Rune mage on edge in ways he wasn't sure how to deal with.
So maybe, just maybe, the times that Freed had found his gaze drawn to that darkened table holding the Iron Dragon Slayer and Levy while he ate his metal and she devoured the knowledge in another book, had been something more than a passing glance. Something about him had piqued Freed's intrigue.
And yet, he knew that it was just a passing fancy. If he allowed himself to indulge in fantasies of a possible future, as he had with Laxus, it would only end painfully for him. While the fact that Gajeel could obviously stand to be around someone who was exceedingly intelligent, who talked about books with such passion, like Levy, was cause for him to feel hopeful… Freed knew it wasn't meant to be.
So late one night in July, just a few days after returning from their third consecutive win in the Grand Magic Games, Freed was walking through the woods, hoping to find some semblance of peace. Their guild's victory had been cause for celebration, but Freed couldn't find it in himself to celebrate.
Laxus and Lucy were taking a step in their relationship, and Freed was still alone. Pining for yet another Dragon Slayer that would never want anything to do with him.
It was just his luck that he would stumble upon Gajeel in the very same woods. That the man's shirt and boots and gloves would be off, leaving him barefoot in a small clearing that the natural wildlife had created with their grazing habits.
The sky was clear, but it was humid, and Freed could see the sweat already pouring down the Iron Slayer's body as he continued with his exercises. How lucky those salty little droplets were as they rippled over his tensing muscles.
Freed was no stranger to the way a man's body moved while running through a series of exercises, having helped to spot Laxus in the gym on occasion over the years. He was even used to seeing just how defined those muscles could become with discipline and attention to the finer details of training one's body.
'I had no idea Gajeel knew Tai Chi…'
It was something that Freed did every morning at dawn, when everything was serene and quiet. While most were still sleeping, he was out in his backyard, his eyes closed, slowly progressing through each position, controlling just how his body moved.
Watching someone else though, was an entirely different experience. Gajeel's movements were more graceful than he would have ever imagined the Slayer capable of. Freed could very nearly feel the power thrumming through Gajeel's body with each fluid movement, and eventually found himself moving closer. Moonlight cascaded through the canopy of trees above them, leaving small pale spots of light gliding over Gajeel's bared flesh.
The Iron Slayer's eyes snapped open as a twig snapped off to his right. Without a second thought, he channeled his magic into his hand to create a small iron throwing knife, sending it sailing toward the sound.
Freed's eyes widened and he ducked to the side, the knife whizzing just past his head and shearing several hairs from his bangs. Disdain instantly curled his lip while looking at the Iron Slayer, glaring right back into the burning crimson eyes that were locked on him.
"The fuck're you doin' out here?" Gajeel growled. This place was far enough away from Magnolia, just barely within the town's limits, that no one ever ventured this far. There wasn't even a real trail leading to it.
"I should ask why you thought it would be wise to attack a guild mate," Freed countered.
He scoffed, rolling out his shoulders and pulling a black hair tie from his pocket. "You work with the Outlet," he said while putting his hair up into a high ponytail, pulling the sweaty strands away from his back to allow the shallow breeze brushing by to cool him down. "Don't sneak up on a Slayer, unless you wanna get attacked."
"Your heightened senses should have alerted you to my presence," Freed said. He had to ignore the sudden flare of arousal that shot through him at seeing Gajeel's onyx hair pulled up the way it was. Usually, it looked so wild, untamed, much like the mage himself. Now, however, there was a small semblance of control, just barely holding the strands back.
"Or maybe you should just fuckin' leave," Gajeel scowled. "Go read a book or crawl up Laxus' ass, or whatever the hell it is you do."
"You are a vile brute," Freed huffed. Really, this night couldn't have gotten worse. That was what he'd been thinking as one thing after another seemed to turn sour for him as of late. All Freed had wanted to do was go for a walk to try and sort out just what he was supposed to do.
And what did he get? A prime example of why his affections for Gajeel were nothing more than trouble. They were too different, the Iron Slayer too unrefined.
"I ain't a damn brute," Gajeel snarled. "Yer just a prissy little bitch!"
Gajeel's speech had always been something that made Freed's insides clench. Before, he'd thought it was part of the man's allure, but now it only made him angrier. And that, in itself, was strange. He wasn't usually one to let his emotions get the better of him, but Gajeel was finding some way to make his hands clench into trembling fists at his sides and the fine muscles above his brow twitch, hidden behind his bangs.
"I assure you," Freed hissed. "I am far from 'prissy'."
"Sure had me fuckin' fooled." Gajeel let out a dark, malicious grin. One that Freed was sure would scare off a lesser man. "Go on, princess. Run along home now. I ain't babysitting anyone, so try not to get tripped up on yer skirt."
And finally, Freed's carefully controlled temper flared. "Shut up!" he roared.
Gajeel froze then, his grin fading until his lips were parted in shock. The sheer dominance in those two words had his body rippling with desire, begging to obey. The intensity in the only eye of Freed's he could see, so dark a turquoise in the low lighting around them that it was nearly black, forcing any comeback he might have had to die in his throat.
Fire burned brilliantly in Gajeel's eyes and he watched, enraptured, as Freed stalked over to him until they were standing toe-to-toe. He didn't move a muscle though, and found his breath stuttering when the familiar scent of pine and cherries wafted up from the smaller mage.
It had always been a secret pleasure of Gajeel's, watching Freed from across the guild. No one paid him any mind if he was in his corner, and he knew how to use his peripherals to keep an eye on his target. It was part of the reason he spent so much time with Levy. She reminded him of Freed.
There was no way that Gajeel could forget how strict Freed was about rules. He still easily remembered the confusion surrounding himself and Natsu being locked in the guild during Fantasia, when the rules had said that no one over the age of eighty could leave, and how quickly the rules that Freed had created for different traps around Magnolia had taken their members down.
It had left the Iron Slayer wondering whether or not Freed would be interested in a more draconic relationship. Then again, if Freed had been into Laxus, maybe he was. Or maybe Laxus didn't get that particular compulsion because he had a lacrima.
It had only given Gajeel something else to flounder over where his own lack of a love life was concerned. He knew he was gay. Hell, Metallicana had known he was gay, and hadn't had an issue with it. The problem lay in the fact that it was supposed to be the female that was dominant, and Gajeel had no interest whatsoever in being with a woman. The bastard that had raised him hadn't been very forthcoming with details on how it worked in a same sex relationship between dragons, but Gajeel remembered being told that they had existed.
'But the way he's lookin' at me… Fuck, he's sexy like this.'
"You know nothing about me, Gajeel," Freed ground out between tightly clenched teeth. "I do not need some barbarian spewing vitriol about things of which he knows not."
"Dumb it down for me, princess," Gajeel snarled. "You tellin' me to stop talkin' shit?"
"Precisely."
"Then why didn't you just say that?"
Freed could see the challenge in Gajeel's eyes, and before he knew just what he was doing, his body was propelling forward and his hands were pulling the Iron Slayer's head down so their lips could crash together.
Gajeel inhaled sharply, frozen in place when Freed pulled back as quickly as he'd come forward.
"M-My apologies," Freed gasped, his eyes wide. "I-"
"Don't," Gajeel whispered. "Please…"
The Rune mage's blush deepened, his uncharacteristic stammering worsening in his embarrassment. "P-Pardon... m-me?"
Gajeel was still slightly bent over from how Freed had pulled him down, watching his every movement. Listening to each uncomfortable shift of fabric. He'd thought that there was a flash of arousal in the air from the Rune mage, but maybe he'd been wrong. Maybe Freed liked rules because he liked following them. Being told what to do. Maybe Freed was more like Gajeel, in that he wanted someone to dominate him, not to be dominating another.
Finally, Gajeel sighed and stood to his full height. "Nevermind," he grumbled. "I thought you'd be what I need, but…"
Freed's brow furrowed as the Iron Slayer turned to walk away, instantly reaching out to keep him from leaving. "Gajeel, stop!"
He froze again. Freed's deep voice wasn't desperate, but commanding. And damnit, Gajeel couldn't help himself for wanting the guy even more.
"Look at me."
Slowly Gajeel's head turned, his gaze burning into the green-haired mage. 'His fucking voice…' His body couldn't say no to that voice, and Gajeel didn't really want to. It wasn't that he was just blindly following orders though. There was a very real difference to the Slayers between someone trying to order them around, and the effect of a dominant voice that called to their inner dragon.
And once Gajeel looked at him, all he could see was the confidence of an aristocrat, the determination gleaming in his eyes, the firm set to his jaw. The blush was gone from his porcelain cheeks, and Gajeel hadn't heard him stumble over a single word. It left him thinking that maybe, just maybe, Freed really was a dominant person.
"What, precisely, were you thinking I would be able to give you?" Freed asked curiously.
"Nothin' you can give me," Gajeel answered, his eyes narrowed in defiance. God, the way Freed's eye twitched in agitation shouldn't have made him ready to fucking pounce on the guy. He couldn't let himself believe what he wanted to, though. It was just wishful thinking.
"It's unwise to make assumptions," Freed whispered. "How would you know whether or not I have what you were looking for?"
"I just do," Gajeel whispered right back. "It's…" He looked away as he felt the slight shudder in the slender fingers gripping him, and practically ripped his arm from Freed's gentle grasp. "It's nothin' you gotta worry about. I won't tell anyone what ya did."
"Stop looking away from me," Freed frowned. "I despise being ignored, Gajeel." The fact that the crimson-eyed mage snapped his head back to look at him, had Freed's brow lifting in intrigue. "Why do you do that?"
"Do what?" Really, Gajeel wasn't sure just what the hell was happening. Sure, he was submissive, but he wasn't a goddamn lapdog. He didn't fucking jump when someone gave him the word. For one reason or another though, the stupid fucking dragon inside of him was practically panting at the prospect of finding a man that could keep his ass in line.
That was the point in the males being submissive in general. They were stronger and more powerful, sure, but there had to be some way to keep them under control. In normal dragons, it was built as a matriarchal society. It was simple, and the males were taught from birth to defer to the females.
For Slayers, they still had to adhere to human traditions in a sense. They were torn between their instincts and human desires. They needed someone to keep them in line, help to balance them out and relax. Gajeel needed someone that could handle him being an asshole. One that wouldn't judge him for his shortcomings - especially the ones he was too ashamed to even tell Pantherlily about - and would be supportive when it mattered.
And yes, in the bedroom, he wanted a man that was willing to order his ass around and spank the living daylights out of him. It was why he had some of the scars on his arms - because he'd been seeking pain to balance himself out in any way he could. Sometimes he'd done it himself, while others he'd gotten lucky and had a halfway decent fight. But it never lasted long enough. The calm he would feel from the pain wasn't what he really needed. It was the dragon inside of him, his instincts, just begging for someone to take control. To make him feel like he wasn't alone, but complete.
"You listen when I tell you what to do," Freed mused. "I did not think you were one for following a stranger's orders."
"Y'ain't a damn stranger," Gajeel muttered. "We're guild mates."
"And yet, this is the first time you've ever spoken to me."
"So?"
"So why are you deferring to me, Gajeel? I want to know."
"It's not important," Gajeel growled.
"I guess not," Freed sighed, finally releasing him and stepping back. "You have my apologies for accosting you."
"What?"
"For grabbing you, Gajeel."
He blinked and looked down at his arm where Freed had been holding him. "Oh…" Great, now he just looked like an idiot. That wasn't exactly what Gajeel wanted Freed to think of him. Then again, it's what everyone else thought of him anyway, that he was only marginally more intelligent than fucking Natsu, so it shouldn't have been a surprise. "... Right."
Freed sighed and started walking away from the Iron Slayer. "Goodnight, Gajeel," he called out over his shoulder. "It was a… pleasure."
"Hey," Gajeel called out. "Yer just gonna walk off? Just like that?" This bastard tied his ass up in knots and he was just going to walk away? That was beyond fucking twisted, regardless of whether or not Freed was aware of doing it. It only made Gajeel that much more desperate for him though. Something dark and violent was swirling in the depths of the Rune mage's soul, and Gajeel wanted to feel it. He wanted that thin body pressed against him. To feel harsh breaths on his flesh and hear his commanding voice wither down to broken whimpers.
And deep down, Gajeel wanted to see what Freed would look like if he was happy. Not creeping on Laxus and worshipping the ground he walked on, but feeling pride in Gajeel instead. That was really what it all boiled down to for the Iron Slayer. He needed someone to please, someone to be proud of him.
"Yes," Freed replied. "It is getting rather late, don't you think?"
"Nah," Gajeel sighed. The fact of the matter was, he hardly slept. He was always too tense to get much in the way of actual rest, and it was why he was out in the middle of the woods in the first place. Trying to work off some energy, find his inner damn peace, or some shit. Just so he could sleep for a little while. "Still pretty early."
"Do you not sleep?" Freed frowned, turning back to Gajeel.
"I do," he spat. "Just… Not a lot."
Inexplicably, Freed moved closer once more only to find a light dusting of pink across Gajeel's cheeks while he glared at the ground. "Are you… blushing?"
"Fuck you, nerd," Gajeel growled. "I ain't…"
"You are," Freed chuckled. Never in all his life had Freed expected someone so powerful to look quite like this.
"I said, fuck you!" he roared.
"You seem to be running out of insults, Gajeel."
"Asshole," he snarled. "I'll show you a fuckin' insult." His fist sailed through the air, and Gajeel growled when he missed.
"You will have to be faster than that, if you wish to hit me," Freed said, his lips turning down slightly in annoyance. Just what had he said that set the Iron Slayer off so suddenly? "I spar with Laxus regularly, and he tends to quicken his movements with lightning."
Gajeel spun and tried again, only to miss once more. And that only made him more determined to catch the slippery fucker. Whether he would kiss him or punch him, Gajeel wasn't sure, but that wouldn't matter until Freed was on the ground anyway.
And just when he thought he had the Rune mage, just as Freed was falling backward to the ground, their positions were switched. It was Gajeel whose back was thudding on the earth covered in leaves and small patches of grass, and Freed who was tackling him. His wrists were pinned by his head, and Gajeel snapped his jaws wildly when he felt restraints holding him down once Freed's hands moved away.
"People do not touch me without permission," Freed said, checking to make sure the simple runes he'd placed around Gajeel's wrists were holding. "It is one of the many rules I have concerning contact with others."
"I don't give a shit," Gajeel spat. Although, he was internally logging that little bit of information away. 'Rule #1: No touching unless he says.' The fact that Freed was straddling him wasn't lost on the Iron Slayer, and all he could hope was that this would be over quickly, so Freed was none the wiser about just how good it felt to have him like that.
His hands planted themselves on either side from Gajeel's head, and Freed simply watched as he continued fighting to get free. "Now, what made you decide to attack me… again?"
"You looked like you needed a good fuckin' pop in the mouth."
'How did I not realize just how crass he is?' Freed's eyes narrowed, sparking with annoyance as he leaned in closer. And, just as he did, Gajeel went eerily still. He couldn't understand why he heard the slight shudder in the pinned mage's next breath, or why it seemed that he was able to get the Rune mage's highly controlled emotions to break free. "And yours needs to be washed out with soap."
Gajeel let out a low groan as Freed swooped down to claim his lips again, much more forcefully than before. And this time, instead of sitting there like a fucking idiot, he kissed the Rune mage right back. Those thin lips commanded him silently, and he was more than willing to do whatever the slender mage wanted. Freed tasted even better than he smelled, like pine and cherries and something so much darker and more erotic.
This wasn't normal in the slightest. Freed didn't tie people down and demand answers from them. He scolded people, of course, but never to this extent. Normally, he wasn't compelled to teach someone a lesson like this. In his experience, which mainly consisted of disciplining Bickslow for one prank or another, it was just verbal; occasionally locking him in a rune cage.
Freed had never been so physical about it. But with Gajeel… Seeing him pinned down and helpless and still trying to fight back, knowing that he was the one who had so easily taken down this Slayer, whose name of Black Steel Gajeel was still well-known even nearly a decade after Phantom Lord was dissolved, it called to something deep within him. For once, he felt truly in control.
Freed's life had always been about control, and just how little of it he was able to exert over circumstances around himself. He grew up with nothing but the clothes on his back, and did everything he could to eventually make people see him as he wished. As he'd wanted to be.
Freed had wanted the ability to control things, to make the world bend to his whims for once. And the ones that always had that ability were the rich. It was why he acted and dressed the way he did. He came from nothing, orphaned before he even knew how to change his own clothes, and had fought every day just to have what he did now.
Now, rules reigned supreme in his life. He wrote the rules, and he abided by them. But, if someone needed permission from him to do something, then it seemed only fair that they also had the opportunity to control their own lives. To give permission where it was necessary.
Freed pulled back from Gajeel's lips, his eyes heavily clouded with lust. "Gajeel," he panted.
"Y-Yeah…"
"Is this alright?"
"Fuck yes," Gajeel growled. He lifted his head and lightly nipped at Freed's lips. "Don't stop." The sight of a seductive grin stretching across his thin lips left Gajeel breathless, and all he could do was let the fierce kisses that he was gifted with breathe life back into him.
The Rune mage found the fact that Gajeel's tongue lightly brushed over his lips only once before retreating, both highly arousing and empowering. There was no demand, just a silent request for permission. 'Permission granted… Oh god, his tongue is pierced!'
Gajeel's tongue speared into Freed's mouth as soon as his lips parted, curling wildly and letting him feel the two barbells that ran through it. He wanted more than anything to sink his fingers into the silken green strands that hung down around them and tickled his shoulders, but the runes that ran over his wrists kept him confined.
A low groan spilled from Freed when he felt just how aroused Gajeel was, pinned between their bodies. The heat in the air was dizzying, and that was when he realized that he was still wearing his normal clothes. A long sleeve shirt, cravat, pants, boots, and his coat. Normally, the heat didn't bother him, but he wanted more than just this with Gajeel.
Gajeel nearly whimpered when Freed propped himself up on his knees, the connection between their lips never breaking. He could hear the shifting of fabric, buttons flying through holes, the metal of a buckle and leather rubbing quickly over itself. More buttons, so many more buttons, and fabric.
Freed had never been impatient while with a man, always more inclined to take his time and bring both of them to the edges of sanity before they finally relented and fell into a writhing mass of pleasure and carnal desire. Yet again, Gajeel was the exception.
His shirt had hardly been pulled open and nearly ripped down his shoulders before Freed was falling on top of the Iron Slayer, moaning as he felt the sweaty, tanned chest brushing against him.
"Tell me now," Freed hissed after pulling the still-buttoned sleeves over his hands and tossing his shirt behind him, his coat and cravat already lying on the ground. Once free, his slender fingers sunk into the barely contained raven locks that were still held in a ponytail. "Tell me where to stop."
Gajeel groaned as his head was pulled to Freed's bare throat, lavishing the pale flesh with open-mouthed kisses and gentle bites. "You tell me."
"Your choice, Gajeel." Freed gasped as Gajeel's sharper than normal teeth scraped over his collarbone. His tongue drew a wide circle before his lips closed over the flesh. "N-No marks!"
'Rule #2: Don't leave marks.' Instantly, Gajeel drew back, sending his tongue on a searing path up the column of Freed's throat, the sharp angle of his jaw, and finally pausing at his earlobe. "Who's the one being held down?" he grinned, laying his head back down on the ground.
Freed smirked down at the Iron Slayer. "Well, you are," he whispered. "So, I guess that means I'm in control."
Gajeel gulped and nodded as Freed's lips trailed down his throat.
"And, I can do whatever I want with you?"
"Y-Yeah…"
"Ah, but we need rules, don't we…"
"Fuck rules," Gajeel groaned, his breath hitching as he felt Freed's teeth scraping over his flesh, much the same way he'd been doing before.
"Rules are essential, Gajeel," Freed whispered. "But we'll keep it simple."
"Don't touch you without permission," Gajeel said quickly. "And don't leave marks. Got it."
The Rune mage paused and hummed, a slow smile spreading across his lips as he lifted his head and peered down at the Iron Slayer. "Are those the rules?"
"S'what you told me." It had been far too long since Gajeel was with someone, he realized. But this was the first time that he didn't have to spell everything out in what he was looking for. Freed was a fucking natural. He instantly took the lead, put Gajeel in his place, and made him ache to please him. Just the sight of that smile had him internally dancing for fucking joy.
"And if I wanted sex," Freed hummed. "What would you say?"
"Top or bottom?"
He chuckled softly at the immediate response. "I prefer... receiving, if that's what you mean."
'Holy shit… He wants to take it up the ass and still does this to me?!'
That was a first. In his experience, guys that acted the way Freed was right then didn't want to get fucked. They wanted to do the fucking. And Gajeel was firmly fucking against anything going inside of him. He just couldn't take that total surrender. It made him feel too much like he was just being used for someone else's pleasure, and that he wasn't supposed to get anything in return. He'd only tried once, and ended up backing out and nearly forgetting his clothes while running out the damn door before the guy's dick had even touched him.
"Is that… alright?" Freed asked, his brows pushing together as Gajeel stared at him with widened eyes.
"Y-Yeah," Gajeel breathed. "Fuck… Yeah, that's… really alright."
Freed laughed and sat up fully, biting his lips when he felt the thick arousal twitching excitedly beneath him. His hands slowly trailed down the length of Gajeel's chest, pausing to brush his thumbs over pierced, pebbled nipples several shades darker than the rest of Gajeel's deliciously tanned skin.
Gajeel hissed, his back arching and his bare feet planted on the ground. "Fuck, Freed…" Strong hands with long thin fingers spread over his chest and massaged down his stomach.
"And, if I said that I didn't want you to get up," Freed smirked, licking his lips at the sight of Gajeel's sweat-slicked flesh just waiting to be devoured. "That I wanted to strip you down right here… Would you be against that?"
"God, you can fuck me wherever you want," Gajeel groaned with need. "You can mark me up. I don't fucking care."
"Is there nothing you refuse to budge on?"
"Just a dick in my ass." The Iron Slayer cried out as Freed's perfectly manicured nails raked down his chest, the quick flash of pain forcing his hips to buck. Green hair cascaded around him as Freed fell forward, stabilizing himself just before he could topple completely.
"So, you like pain." Freed grinned and reached between them, his fingers slipping beneath Gajeel's pants and lightly grasping the thick length hidden within the fabric. He'd spent far too long on his own, wishing for Laxus to care for him in return. And his realization earlier that Gajeel was the one that held his affections, and now finding out that Gajeel apparently returned them just as fiercely, had the Rune mage feeling much more adventurous.
Normally, he wouldn't have strayed from convention - dating, getting to know one another, and eventually building to a more physical relationship - but the Iron Slayer was just so willing. He looked as though this was the only thing keeping him breathing, and oddly enough... Freed felt the same.
Gajeel's breath rushed out in a groan as Freed's fingers slowly stretched around his cock. When the Rune mage paused and his eyes widened, he couldn't help but grin just a little wickedly. "You still wanna let me in that tight little ass of yers?"
"P-Pierced," Freed whispered breathlessly. "Y-You're… Even here?"
"Got that right, buttercup." He growled and pulled against the runes shackling him to the ground when Freed's grip on his shaft tightened and his only visible eye flashed in warning. "F-Fuck…"
"Pardon me for being surprised," Freed smirked. His hand withdrew from Gajeel's pants and he quickly unfastened them, pulling just enough so the short black hairs above his prominent arousal peeked out, and so his member was forced into confinement, unable to spring free. Without another word, he leaned down and captured one of Gajeel's nipples between his teeth, quickly flicking his tongue over the little hoop piercing before slowly sucking it into his mouth.
"Fuck, Freed," Gajeel panted. "Damnit, lemme go."
"No," Freed answered, licking the sweat from his chest while drifting to the other nipple.
"Let me touch you, you scrawny motherfucker," Gajeel growled.
"Definitely not," Freed grinned devilishly. While he used one hand to continue teasing Gajeel's unattended nipple - and silently loving that this was such a sensitive spot for the Iron Slayer - the other roughly cupped the straining, pierced arousal through his pants.
"Sh-Shit," Gajeel whimpered, quickly licking his lips. His head lifted and he peered down the length of his body, watching the green-haired mage's lips pucker on his flesh again and again, closer to his hips with each small kiss. Gajeel had never been one for begging, but he wanted to do it right then. For Freed to let him go, so he could roll the bastard over and just ravish his lithe little body.
It wasn't so much of a secret, what Freed looked like beneath his clothes. It was more that people tended to forget because he was so rarely seen in his little mankini bathing suit. Gajeel, however, had memorized every plane of his body from afar and now he wanted to feel it for the first time. To touch the forbidden fruit that was his body and devour him until they were both dragged to hell.
But these goddamn runes, and the stupid rules, kept him back. His hips lifted as Freed gently pulled his pants further down, and he gasped once the night air hit his arousal.
"I do believe I'm a lucky man," Freed whispered, his voice trembling as he eyed the thick length lined with piercings, Gajeel's powerful thighs that trembled with the proof of how much he was holding back.
The sight of a large droplet of moisture, sitting just at the slit, had Freed licking his lips and diving forward to spread it over his tongue. He wasn't sure how long it really had been that he'd wondered what the Iron Slayer tasted like, how it would feel to have his mouth slowly being invaded by the larger mage's hot length, but good lord was he a happy man right then.
Even though Gajeel had been sweating, it was still fresh enough that the smell wasn't off-putting. In fact, Freed's next breath had him pulling away from the engorged tip and brushing his nose through the short, coarse hairs at the base of his shaft, a guttural groan vibrating in his throat at the masculine scent that filled his lungs.
Gajeel was sure he had to be dreaming once Freed's mouth closed over him again. Those same thin lips, slightly kiss-swollen, slid so effortlessly down his length, and he shuddered as each barbell popped into Freed's mouth and dragged over his tongue.
Really though, he knew that this just couldn't be happening. There was just no way that Freed Justine, the official captain of the Raijinshuu, the man that quite literally everyone in the damn guild knew had a thing for Laxus, would want to be with him. So, he reasoned, it was either the most amazing dream he'd ever had, or… Freed was just trying to forget everything else.
And still, even with that slightly sobering thought, Gajeel wasn't going to complain. For months, nearly a year, he'd been aching to even just talk to the guy who was slowly crawling up the length of his body. If this was just a one-time thing, then that was fine. At least he was going to have this one time to tide him over until he found a way to move on.
"You are rather vocal," Freed hummed as he settled himself over Gajeel's member. His pants and boxers had been discarded, along with his boots, while he'd listened to Gajeel moaning nearly incoherently. And luckily, Freed had taken a little time to reach back with moistened fingers and prepare himself for what was to come. "I don't think I've ever heard my name so much from just oral stimulation."
"S'cause you got a fucking demon in that sexy little mouth of yers," Gajeel grinned, already heavily panting. He leaned up and ran his tongue over Freed's chin, up to his lower lip, to swipe away a bit of excess saliva. He fought to keep his eyes open and locked onto the blush on Freed's cheeks, the way his eyelids fluttered as his pale thighs lowered his body. The Rune mage's breathy whimper as his entrance slowly stretched to accommodate Gajeel's aching arousal.
"G-Gajeel," Freed rasped, slowly working himself lower until he reached the first barbell. He took his time moving past it, gasping at the quick stretching sensation as it was forced into him. "Oh god…"
"Only eight more to go," Gajeel growled. "You gonna take 'em all?" He knew that there were plenty of guys out there that really fucking hated dick piercings, but Gajeel refused to get rid of them. He'd given himself every piercing he had, and there was no going back as far as he was concerned.
Slowly, Freed moved further down, his body rippling excitedly as he felt the second and then third piercings entering him. By the time he'd reached the fifth, he had to pause and catch his breath to force himself to relax. If it hadn't been for the piercings, Freed knew he would have already been sitting flush against Gajeel's hips. But this was completely new territory for him.
Each piercing brought another fresh wave of burning desire, threatening to unravel the Rune mage at any moment. But, he couldn't let that happen. Gajeel had given him control of this, and Freed wanted it to be memorable. Amazing. He just had to relax and keep moving slowly.
Gajeel bit his lip, groaning as the Rune mage carefully pulled up. He always hated going slow during sex, but that was really just par for the course the first time around with someone. By the time Freed had taken every throbbing inch into him, Gajeel was nearly at his wit's end with the need to move. He was positive he'd actually said as much, but he couldn't be too sure.
Instead, he was solely focused on the heightened scent of Freed's arousal hanging thick in the muggy air, clinging to his skin. And once Freed lifted himself, only to slam back down and let out what had to be, hands down, the most beautiful fucking moan Gajeel had ever heard, he found that he didn't care if he'd begged for some relief.
Freed rolled his hips on each withdrawal, crying out each time Gajeel was fully sheathed within him. And when he realized that the Iron Slayer had been holding himself completely still, to the point of trembling and grinding his teeth together, Freed grinned and reached forward to swipe his fingers over the runes around his wrists.
Once released, Gajeel's hands were everywhere. He pulled Freed down into a melting kiss, tenderly pushing his hair off to one side so it wouldn't get tangled up too much. One hand stayed in the silken emerald strands and the other shot down to push more insistently on the Rune mage's slender hips.
"I-I don't remember telling you to… Mmm… touch me," Freed moaned between kisses.
"Then gimme a good fuckin' spankin' later," Gajeel growled in response. His hand gently kneaded the soft, small globe of Freed's ass before sliding up his back and into his hair. "Or spank me now…"
Freed grinned down at the Iron Slayer. "I would have to be lying down, Gajeel." He gasped when, not a moment later, his slender body was slammed into the ground. The fact that his raven-haired lover had gone completely still, nestled deeply within him and merely pressing gentle kisses to his throat and jaw line, had Freed smiling in contentment.
Never before had someone been this attentive to his desires. It wasn't that Freed wanted to be worshipped, but there was something in the way Gajeel was holding him so closely that had the Rune mage nearly melting. "My belt," he whispered urgently. "On my coat."
Gajeel's eyes cut over to the familiar red coat, and he grinned against Freed's neck. "Yer really gonna do it?" he growled softly.
"You broke a rule, Gajeel," Freed rasped. "I take rules very seriously." His hands raised to tenderly cup Gajeel's cheeks, lifting the Slayer's head to look into his eyes. "Now, grab my belt, if you would."
Gajeel chewed his lower lip, and started to withdraw only to groan as Freed's ankles locked around his hips, keeping them joined.
"No," Freed chuckled. "I want you inside of me."
"Sassy shit," he groaned with a smirk. Carefully, keeping the majority of his body still and only using one hand to reach out to Freed's coat a few feet away, Gajeel retrieved the belt. And the Rune mage's fucking sword. Once only the leather strap was in hand, he quickly gave it to Freed.
Freed's legs spread open even further after loosening from Gajeel's hips, and he folded the belt easily. "Do you know why you're being punished, Gajeel?"
The Iron Slayer's eyes nearly rolled back as Freed's low, commanding voice washed over him. "Y-Yeah," he rasped. "I touched you without permission."
"Now, don't move," Freed smirked. "And, if you need me to stop… I want you to say Écriture."
"A creature?" Gajeel chuckled, gasping as the belt smacked against his thigh in warning.
"No," Freed said patiently. "Eh-cree-ture. Say it."
"Écriture," Gajeel said slowly, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Perfect," Freed smiled. His hand snapped the belt three times in quick succession across Gajeel's ass, and he found himself grinning when the low, predatory growl rumbled through him from his lover. Surprisingly, Gajeel didn't move a muscle. So Freed tried again, just a little harder.
"Fuck!" Gajeel roared. His head dropped and his body shook as he tried to keep himself still. He could hear the belt sailing through the air, and his whole body tensed just before it cracked over his flesh. It was more difficult than he'd thought, not moving while still nestled in the Rune mage's heat. All he wanted to was rock his hips and get Freed screaming his name. "F-Freed…"
"I can feel how hard you are now," the Rune mage rasped into his ear, his tongue gliding up the shell and over nearly a dozen little iron piercings. "You like this punishment, don't you?"
"N-No… Agh!"
"Don't. You," Freed ground out, his free hand sinking into Gajeel's mostly intact ponytail and tightly gripping the raven strands at his scalp. The resulting growl had him more than ready to let the Iron Slayer move as he pleased, but it was the raw desire pooling in the wine-colored eyes that gazed down at him that had Freed reining himself in.
"No."
"Tell the truth."
The belt cracked loudly in the woods, streaking white lightning down Gajeel's spine and making his legs quiver. "FUCK!" he bellowed.
"You can have a treat if you do."
"Yes!" Gajeel shouted. In the next moment, a shuddering moan split through the air as he was spanked again. "Fuck, I like it! J-Just… Ngggh…" He groaned as his hips surged forward, pushing all of his barbells back into the Rune mage in a quicker succession than before.
"Gajeel!" Freed gasped. "Harder."
The belt came down on Gajeel's bare ass one last time before Freed tossed it to the ground and wrapped his arms around his suddenly ravenous lover. The speed he was moving was unlike anything Freed had experienced, but it was how his body had to accommodate the piercings plunging into him, only to be pulled right back out, that left him lightheaded.
"Kiss me, Gajeel," Freed breathed. In the next moment, full lips were covering his, a pierced tongue was teasing him into oblivion.
Heat soared through his nerves from where they were joined, the movements of the Slayer on top of him pushing the breath from his lungs and causing him to break away from the kiss on a pleasured cry.
"T-Touch me…" The Rune mage smiled as strong hands quested over his body, full lips descended to his throat as his arms were pushed to the ground above his head. The fact that Gajeel was openly kissing and licking every inch of flesh he could reach, all while their skin slapped so wickedly in the hushed woods, sent Freed's mind spinning. No one had ever been like this with him before. So feral, so desperate for just him.
Gajeel growled possessively, his hips never stopping as his hands finally barred around Freed's slender body. "Hold tight, you sexy little fuck…"
Freed's eyes rolled back as he was hoisted onto Gajeel's lap. "Oh, Gajeel! Make me ride you! Y-Yes!"
The fact that the Rune mage started bouncing wildly in Gajeel's lap, his long green hair swaying this way and that, had the Iron Slayer ready to spill over. For so long, he'd ached to see Freed just like this. To feel his soft skin clutching to him so desperately. To hear his voice cracking just as he started curling his hips and pounding into him from below.
"F-Fuck… Freed," Gajeel whimpered. "I'm s-so close... P-Please."
Freed's eyes shot open to find Gajeel's jaw tensed as he tried to hold back. "Don't cum yet," he hissed, reaching up and pulling roughly on the Iron Slayer's ponytail. "Not until I say."
"Y-Yes… Nngh… That's it…"
Turquoise eyes flared with excitement. He'd never thought that having a man so ready to please him would feel quite like this, or that he would like seeing the wild look in Gajeel's eyes as he wrenched the Slayer's head back a little more forcefully and glared down into the crimson orbs. "I said touch me, Gajeel," he moaned.
Without a moment's hesitation, Gajeel spit into his palm then reached between their sweat-slicked bodies and wrapped his fingers around Freed's impressive length. The way his green-haired lover rolled his hips and how his body tightened instinctively at the increased pleasure, had Gajeel fighting to hold himself back. He'd never thought it would be so breathtaking to see the usually stoic mage finally letting go, how his eyes were filled with warmth, yet still sending hard chills down his spine with just how intensely they glared into his own.
"That's it," Freed gasped. "That's... O-Oh, Gajeel..."
He wanted more than anything to be able to go with Freed. His hand pumped the Rune mage's length in time with his thrusts, rotating slightly and adding more pressure while he tried to decipher based on sounds alone what Freed liked. But he couldn't, not when he felt his body betraying him even as Freed pulled his hair again and tackled him to the ground. "Sh-Shit, no… Oh god… F-Fuck! Freed!"
Freed grinned as Gajeel's hands stuttered over to his hips, pushing them down one last time as he roared his completion. Picking up where the suddenly shivering mage had left off, Freed sat upright, leaning back just a little, and began stroking himself. "Gajeel," he moaned, grinding shamelessly on the still-erect member inside him. The heat that had shot into him left Freed breathless and ready for his own release. He just needed a little more.
"Fuck yer sexy," Gajeel growled. As Freed propped himself up with a hand on Gajeel's thigh, his other still frantically moving, the Iron Slayer couldn't help but fall into the trance that was his movements. His thin body was just how Gajeel liked his men. He didn't want overly muscular, but lean. And still, seeing Freed's head tip back and to the side so they could still see each other's eyes, and that fact that he could finally see both of Freed's eyes, left Gajeel desperate for more.
Slowly, Gajeel brought his fist up to his lips and spit into it again, then pushed Freed's hand out of the way and started teasing him, the same way the Iron Slayer teased himself while he was alone. "You told me to touch ya," he rasped, grinning as Freed's breath stuttered. If anything, he needed to make up for not following an order, for finishing before Freed was ready.
"Yes," Freed groaned. "Mm, Gajeel… G-Gajeel…" He didn't try to stop that single name from passing through his lips repeatedly. Those calloused fingers wrapped around him were bringing the Rune mage right to the precipice. He could see it, nearly taste it, and yet there was something holding him back. Something Freed had secretly wondered what it would be like to experience, but never allowed himself to indulge.
For some reason, he felt as though it would be alright to do just that with Gajeel.
"C-Call me Master," Freed panted.
Gajeel's ruby eyes widened before narrowing as a dark and giddy grin stretched over his lips. "Whatever ya say… Master." His hand twisted only slightly, and he couldn't help but lick his lips hungrily while watching as Freed finally fell apart with a sharp cry of ecstasy. His slim body, arched back and tensed with his climax, was suddenly dripping with thin white streams that had Gajeel's mouth watering. God how he wanted to taste the Rune mage.
A breathless chuckle slipped past Freed's lips, and he watched curiously as Gajeel's large hands smoothed tenderly over his hips after milking him completely dry, then how the Iron Slayer very carefully swiped up every drop of the climax that had landed on the Rune mage's chest and swallowed it all down.
Once he was clean, Gajeel slowly pulled Freed down, grinning as the smaller mage collapsed onto his chest in weariness. His hips shifted slowly, as slowly as possible, to eventually withdraw himself from Freed's all too enticing heat.
"That was…" Freed shook his head and let out a breathy laugh while burying his face in Gajeel's bare chest.
"Best lay I've ever had," Gajeel chuckled, his arms encircling the other mage. The fact that Freed bit his chest playfully only had him smiling more widely and pulling the sneaky little shit closer. "I ain't lyin'."
"I am sure," Freed whispered, a brilliant flush to his cheeks. He'd never let himself get quite so carried away before, and while it was freeing in a sense, having so much control over what they did and being out in the open as they were, he just didn't know what to do now that they were done.
Was he supposed to simply get dressed and leave as though nothing had happened? Would Gajeel walk with him for a little while? What, exactly, was the protocol in this situation?
"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm tired…"
"I see," Freed whispered. He frowned in disappointment while trying to pull back, finding himself stopped in an instant. He really didn't want to move, but that was a very obvious hint that Gajeel wanted him to go. "Gajeel, what are you-"
"Just holdin' ya for a minute," he whispered back. He'd been waiting far too long for something like this to happen and, since he was sure it would never happen again, Gajeel didn't want to let go so soon. He just wanted to keep Freed wrapped in his arms all night. And really, he didn't want this to be the only time. "Feelin' alright?"
Freed smiled shyly while lifting his head, his chin resting on Gajeel's broad chest. "Definitely," he whispered. "Although, I must say… This is a first for me."
"Which part?" Gajeel chuckled. "Fuckin' in the woods?"
"Well, there is that," Freed replied. "But I meant that you and I have no established relationship. I… I am not accustomed to… one night stands." And even as the words came out of his mouth, Freed felt like they were simply wrong somehow. But it still stood to reason that Gajeel might only be interested in a single night together.
Then again, Freed clearly knew hardly anything about the Iron Dragon Slayer, so it might be better that there wasn't more between them. 'Or I'll regret not giving him a chance if he's interested in more…'
"It ain't all it's cracked up to be," Gajeel whispered. "That what you want?"
"I…" Freed blushed and his eyes cut away from Gajeel. "I am not sure. We hardly know one another."
"I'd say I know yer ass pretty well," Gajeel smirked. Slowly, he reached down and cupped the small globes of Freed's ass. God how he loved the way it fit so perfectly in his hands.
"That is not what I meant," Freed muttered.
"No, but…" The Iron Slayer shrugged then. "I don't have a problem gettin' to know ya better. If, uh… that's what you wanted."
"As in…" Freed frowned in thought. "A physical relationship, or…?"
"As in you maybe lettin' me take you out for coffee sometime, and us having a conversation about more than the pros and cons of sneaking up on a Slayer," Gajeel chuckled.
"That sounds suspiciously like you are asking me on a date," Freed whispered, blinking in surprise.
"Pretty much," Gajeel smirked. "Maybe somewhere secluded though…"
"Oh?"
"I'm not big on nosey fucks gettin' in my business," Gajeel said, reaching up and lightly toying the a few errant strands of green hair. "I wanna get to know you without worrying about hearing what everyone else thinks afterwards."
"So, in secret then?" Freed smirked.
"Secret coffee," the Slayer chuckled. "Whaddya say?"
Freed didn't even need to think about the offer, and was instead simply nodding with a timid smile on his face. He wasn't sure what it would be like, going on a date with Gajeel, but it was definitely something he wanted. And really, the secrecy surrounding it in the first place was probably for the best. Nearly everyone in the guild knew that Freed was gay, or suspected it, but he'd never heard any whispers of Gajeel being the same. In fact, most people thought that he and Levy were an item, or infatuated with one another.
But, if it was a case of the Iron Slayer just not wanting people to know his sexuality, then Freed was fine with that. They could come to realize that there really wasn't any sort of connection between them, aside from sexual attraction. And, if that was the case, then no one would need to know about that if Gajeel didn't want them to.
Gajeel leaned up and tenderly kissed the Rune mage, pulling him from his thoughts with a soft chuckle. "Lemme know when you're free. Probably for the best if we get outta here though."
Freed nodded again and went to stand, laughing when Gajeel pulled him right back down. "I thought you said we should be leaving."
"Mm, but ya smell so damn good," Gajeel smirked.
"Maybe I should take that belt to you again for not letting me stand up," Freed chuckled. The sudden burning in those deep crimson orbs had his brows lifting in surprise and a slow smile stretching over his thin lips. "You are quite the enigma, Gajeel."
"Nope, just lookin' for a guy like you," Gajeel whispered. The sight of Freed's flushed cheeks turning brighter had him grinning like a damn idiot. Still, he didn't have much of an issue being an idiot around the Rune mage. Especially if he would get to see just how many different sides the guy had. Someone who was dominant in the bedroom, but still blushed at small comments like that? 'I'm so fuckin' lucky if this works out…'
Finally, Freed sighed and closed the distance between them, bringing their lips together in a gentle, exploring kiss. And, by the time he was slowly being rolled onto his back an hour later, with his legs hooked over Gajeel's hips and the Slayer carefully pushing into him, Freed was sure that even if it had only been something physical between them, he wouldn't have minded all that much.
Freed much preferred committed relationships, but if the way Gajeel was treating every inch of his body as though it was a holy relic to be worshipped, caressing him so tenderly, listening to his every breathy command… He had a feeling that a relationship with the Iron Slayer wouldn't be all that hard to manage. They at least had this one aspect in common, and already fit perfectly in their roles - with Freed in command and Gajeel willing to bend to his whims.
Then again, as Gajeel flipped him over and pulled him up onto his hands and knees, with Freed crying out as he felt each of the mage's piercings pushing into him faster and harder, the Rune mage forgot all about whether or not they worked together in any other capacity. Instead, the only thing on his mind was the way it felt to have Gajeel moving within him, curling around him, gently biting at his back and shoulders.
And all Gajeel cared about, in that moment, was hearing just how much Freed was enjoying himself, and making sure the Rune mage was crying out his release long before Gajeel finally speared into him with his own roar of his lover's name filling the air.
And there's the first part of this! I wanted to go back and show how Freed and Gajeel got together, and the next chapter… Well, I'm not really sure how many chapters of this there will be… It was supposed to only be a two- or three-shot, but then a head-canon happened and… It might end up being longer than I'd anticipated.
I will, however, be writing one chapter that has a continuation of Taming a Dragon's second chapter for Freed and Gajeel.
I never realized how hard it is to write a "top from the bottom," especially since Gajeel is such a domineering character, and I didn't want to take anything away from that. I hope it was successful though!
So! Review, Follow, Favorite! I love you, guys!
~~GemNika