Hello my lovelies, how was Christmas?

Hope everyone stayed safe and got presents and had fun!

So let me make something clear before y'all get into the story. This will have Swearing, some smut or Lemons, and mild mentions of violence towards others.

And yes, I'm aware some characters are a little OOC.

Do I care? Nope.

My story, my rules ;)

As Always, Hiro Mashima owns all, and I own nothing.

Much Love,

BlackRose999

"Just" Friends?

Chapter One: Let's Make a Deal

He knew what was behind that door, he could hear her, he could smell the sex lingering in the room, and could feel the wall vibrate as they went at it.

This was a blessing, he decided. He'd known for months she was sleeping around, he could smell it on her when she came home late. But she always used Snapchat to hook up with her chosen partners and had it set to delete the messages immediately after the screen blacked out so he couldn't just pick it up without her seeing him.

But he was over this, and at this point, he was done putting up with her. Plus she'd brought someone to his apartment, and was fucking them in his bed. He quietly opened the bedroom door in time to see her climax on top of his friend Laxus's groupie Bickslow. He leaned against the doorframe and waited, it took maybe ten seconds for Bickslow to come out of his orgasm to realize they had an audience.

He swore and ripped Lisanna off him and took in Natsu's very annoyed expression, then Lisanna's terrified one, and very intelligently decided he didn't care enough to stick around. He grabbed his clothes and bolted. Leaving her to deal with Natsu herself.

"BICKSLOW! What the fuck?!" Lisanna screeched, diving for her bra and panties to cover herself. Natsu sniggered and walked to the living room, terrifying her further as she rushed after him. "Natsu, please! It was one time!"

Natsu rolled his eyes and grabbed her clothes, shoving them in a bag without looking to see if they were clean, and glared at the pleading white-haired woman behind him. "Please, Natsu stop! You can't leave me! What will our friends, our families, fuck our fans say!?"

"Shoulda thought of that before you fucked another guy in my bed Lisanna."

He heard her scream in frustration, 'Funny, it was pleasure five minutes ago.' He thought ironically as he shoved the bag in her hands and literally escorted her out the door in nothing but her bra and panties. "NATSU! At least let me change!" "Change in the hall. You're not getting back into my apartment. Now get the fuck out before I send security." Banging on the door, she screamed at him "This is my apartment too asshole!"

Oh really? She wanted to play like that, did she? He ripped the door open and placed an arm across it to keep her from getting in. "Really? Who pays the bills while you party and whore yourself out with my money? Who stocks the fridge and pantry while you stay home all day letting every Tom, Dick, and Bickslow in your pants in my apartment while I'm not home?" He shouted at her, knowing the paparazzi who haunted their lobby could easily hear him. "Natsu, please! Keep your voice down! You'll ruin me!"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE LISANNA!"

She cowered and bolted toward the lobby, yanking on her tan trenchcoat to hide her underwear and slipping into a pair of nude heels to simulate a complete outfit. The paparazzi swarmed her the moment she tried to hit the sidewalk, screaming "Did you cheat on Natsu Dragneel?!" "What was the fight like!?"

Tears dripping down her face as she realizes the tabloids would be ripping her apart tomorrow, Lisanna screamed "FUCK OFF YOU DISGUSTING VULTURES!" and bolted for her car. Natsu watched all this with steely calm, then snatched his phone and texted his favorite female friend he knew would understand.

Lucy stared at the scene before her, Leo was passed out drunk on the couch in a mess of bottles and takeout. She took in the sight of his binge and felt something snap within her. She was done with this nonsense, every weekend he did this, and during the week he drank more alcohol than he did water. "Wake up, pack your shit, get out of my house." She growled as she kicked him in the shin to wake him from his drunken stupor. "Oooow… L-Lucy… That -hic- wasn't necessary…" He slurred as he pulled himself into a sitting position. He ran a hand over his face and through his strawberry-blonde hair, groaning at what was undoubtedly an alcohol-fueled headache.

"Get out Leo." She snapped coldly, watching her words dawned on him. "W-What?" "Do I need to write it out in fucking crayon Leo? Get. Out." He began to sober up then, anger lighting up his face like a floating red lantern. "Who the fuck- Shit," He snarled as he tripped over a collection of takeout boxes before pointing at her. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" She stalked up to him and smacked the bottle out of his hand "An alcoholic… Deadbeat, ball and chain tied to my fucking ankle, loser!"

With every growled sentence, she stepped closer and finally got up in his face, and suddenly he slapped her hard enough to snap her head to the side. A shiver rolling across her body was his only warning before she snapped and went at him, she grabbed his shirt and shoved him toward the wall, letting him bounce his skull off of it and groan in pain. "You wanna hit me? You wanna come at me like that motherfucker? Fine, hit me. See where that gets you!" She kicked him in the chest when he came back toward her, once again letting him smack his head off the wall and drop to the floor cradling the new bruises on the back of his skull.

She grabbed his shirt, hauled him to his feet, and shoved him out the front door. Slamming it shut and locking it behind her as he pounded on it and screamed obscenities at her through the hardwood. Lucy went about cleaning her house up, being the daughter of a millionaire who had given her a very nice single-story house with four bedrooms, a den, three bathrooms, and two 'offices' that could be converted to extra bedrooms if needed, had its perks. She cleaned until four am, until the floors were clean, the doors wiped down with cleaning agents to get his disgusting greasy fingerprints off the beautiful wood. Her kitchen was spotless by the time she finished her rage-fueled cleaning spell.

Sighing, she ran a hand through her long blonde hair and walked into her bathroom, staring at the red mark on her cheek. It's not the worst she's had considering her line of work, but the fact it came from a 'boyfriend' made her pause. She wasn't the type to cower in fear of any man, Instructors Erza and Mirajane had seen to that when she'd met them for the first time at her Advanced Self Defence classes. They'd taken to her immediately, which was nice as at the time she'd been one of the only females in a class of men. She'd used those classes to become a bodyguard for Fairy Tail, a rather popular band in her current city of Magnolia.

Lucy grabbed her makeup and put on a thin layer of foundation to hide the red mark on her cheek and brushed her lashes with mascara. She felt like having a drink tonight. The banging on her door had long since stopped, so she knew he was gone. Silently thanking the gods he'd left his car keys, and the house key she'd given him months ago that she immediately removed from the ring, she opened the garage and climbed into her 2017 dark red Infinity Sport 400. Turning the key she smiled at the rumble of the engine and pulled out of her driveway toward town.

She'd dump his stuff outside when she came home.

She drove into Magnolia and pulled up to Shadow Gear, a popular nightclub, and stepped out, immediately pulling the attention of every single male in the vicinity. She was wearing a skin-tight black leather skirt with a golden for-show belt, a reddish-pink lacy halter top in a "bralette" fashion under her best friend's black leather jacket. Her long, slender legs were accented by a pair of strappy black stiletto heels that made her look taller than she was. All of this was complemented by her long golden hair and smokey eyes with glossy red lips.

Lucy was stunning as always.

She gave the outdoor bouncer, Laxus today, her entrance fee and sauntered to the bar. She flagged the bartender in time for her phone to flash and alert her to a message, which to her surprise read "I need a drink Luce, wanna swing by and keep me from calling that worthless… 'witch' and asking her to come back? -Natsu"

She smiled, knowing what the night would bring her, they were faithful to their respective partners, but they both knew there was something there, perhaps now they'd allow themselves to acknowledge that…

"On my way. ~Lucy"

Half an hour later, Lucy arrived at his door carrying his favorite whiskey and her tropical-flavored beers. "Dunno what she did this time Natsu… but I did warn you she was trouble, she came off faker than silicone to me from day one." "Luce. Not now. Give me the whiskey." She grinned and poured him a glass with an ice ball, a single perfect brow raised when he downed the whole thing in one swig. She popped the top off a cocktail beer and took a decent swig, then sat on the couch with her legs tucked under her and eyed him as he stewed in what she knew was tightly-compressed anger.

"So, wanna tell me what happened now, or do you wanna drink until you tell me what happened?" She murmured as she took another drink, eyeing the carefully controlled way he poured more whiskey into his glass. He chuckled and sat down beside her as he took a slower sip from the glass. "I gotta burn those bedsheets, a cheating whore fucked Bickslow on them."

'Whoa… Now that's a big problem. For her at least, Natsu's got friends like me to help him back onto his feet. Lisanna… now that's another story.' Lucy thought smugly, what did she care that the white-haired witch had screwed - literally she might add- herself? Guilt hit her, 'You should care because NATSU cares.' "Hey, you know you got me, don't you? I mean, I cut off Leo tonight too. You texted me when I was just about to order a drink from Shadow Gear."

Natsu chuckled and took another sip. "So what did Leo do to get himself dumped by a 'bleeding heart' like you?" She smacked his arm, only slightly offended by his insulting tone. "He's an alcoholic, and he fucking hit me. So yeah, he's gone." That got Natsu's attention, and he turned to look at the slightly-red mark on her makeup-covered face. She was good, he decided, it looked less like a slap and more like a pressure mark from leaning her head on her hand for too long. "Imma break his arm next time I see the fucker. Nobody hits my gi-friends." He covered the slip quickly.

Not quickly enough.

"'Your girl' huh? I don't see the ethereal 'Property of Natsu' sign around my neck or a ring on my hand, so what makes you think I'm yours?" She took another sip, watching his face carefully. He grinned and set his drink down and turned toward her, making her blood rush faster. "You and I both know there's something between us, why not find out what it is?"

"So you want us to date two hours after dumping our former partners?" She deadpanned.

"No. I want us to explore what this could be. Just you and me, no flaunting, no telling people. This has nothing to do with them so why tell everyone so soon? If it works, we'll come clean, if not, then nobody knows anyway. No harm no foul right?"

She thought about this for a moment, then put her beer down and turned to face him too. "Ok, I can see where you're coming from. But if this doesn't work, won't it affect our friendship?" He paused and shrugged. "Maybe, but you unless we try this we'll never figure it out." She nodded and leaned forward, "Tell you what, we'll give this a go, give it five months, if it doesn't work out we'll never speak of it again, if it does we'll make it public. Sound good?"

He smirked and leaned forward, grabbing her chin and bringing her closer. "Deal."

With that, he pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss that left them both starving for more.