Chapter 38
Calm
Zeke was now eight years old and getting stronger every day. Gajeel would take him to the woods every now and then and help him learn how to use his magic, as it could be uncontrollable sometimes. Whenever he was younger, at times when he was unhappy, his iron scales would appear in random spots on his body, which usually caused more frustration than usual on account of him not really understanding what was going on. It took Zeke a while to learn that it was normal for him, but it still surprised him when it happened.
Gajeel wouldn't admit it to Levy, but training Zeke was a bit challenging. He'd spend hours in the woods trying to get him to do one thing, whether it be utilizing his slayer abilities, or just building strength. He wanted nothing more than for his son to realize his potential to become even stronger than he was, but it seemed like he was uninterested in learning. He would easily get distracted or find any way out of training with his dad. Gajeel couldn't be mad, though. He was just like him as a kid. When he didn't want to do something, he wouldn't do it, no matter the consequences. He just hoped that his son's dragon slayer instincts would kick in on their own when he was older.
Zeke showed similarities with his mother the older he got. He asked questions and was very inquisitive. He took a liking to her script magic and would be fascinated every time she used it. Gajeel noticed these small things, but Levy was fixated on the bigger picture. Zeke had more in common with his dad, and that made her a little sad. Levy kept those feelings to herself; she felt that was a silly reason to be bummed about. She knew her son loved her dearly and that's all she could ever ask for.
In terms of looks and first impressions, Zeke was pretty much a carbon copy of his dad. He was aloof, and not too friendly. He only was comfortable with certain people in the guild. Lucy, Natsu, and their daughter were who he was most comfortable with, as he spent his time with them when his parents were on jobs. He'd tolerate Juvia and Gray for a short period of time until she started to become clingy, and by then, Zeke was fed up with her. He was not a patient kid.
That being said, he had the potential to be just as strong, if not stronger than his dad. The only thing with that was he didn't care to be. He didn't seem to be into training or using his dragon slayer abilities. What he did want was to be a script mage like his mom. He thought it was cool to be able to summon things out of thin air. Iron was too boring for him. The more you got to know Zeke, the more you realized he's more like Levy than he is Gajeel.
Right now, Gajeel and Zeke were in the woods training, or at least trying to train.
"Ya gotta concentrate, Zeke!" Gajeel said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I'm trying!" Zeke was attempting to cover his body in iron scales, only managing to cover his arms. It was a bit trickier than his dad made it look.
"It's hard!" He whined.
"It's only hard because you won't put in the effort," a frustrated Gajeel said.
"Why do I hafta do this?" The little boy asked.
"Don't you want to be big and strong to fight the dragons?"
Zeke shook his head, his mop of black hair falling around his face. "I don't like fighting."
"But you like dragons, right?" Gajeel cocked an eyebrow.
Zeke shrugged his shoulders.
Gajeel walked over to the kid and crouched down, so that they were eye level.
"What do you wanna do?" He asked, genuinely curious as to what his son had in mind.
"I wanna be a scrip' mage!" Zeke beamed at his dad.
Gajeel smiled. He was his mother's child. He already came to the conclusion that Zeke would be a strategic fighter like Levy if he were to ever be thrown into combat, and Gajeel wasn't really strategic.
Unfortunately, it didn't really work out in the bigger dragon's favor. Zeke was very strong, and Gajeel really wanted to take his son under his wing and teach him how to be a proper dragon slayer. If there was anything he took the most pride in, it would be the fact that Zeke looked exactly like him, and that was more than enough for him. It was definitely something worth being proud of.
"Can we go back to Mommy?" Zeke asked, wanting to see some of her cool script magic.
"Mommy is still on her job," Gajeel said to his clone.
"With Jet and Droy?"
Gajeel grunted in response. He still didn't like those two losers. Levy decided to go on a short job with them because she missed them and hadn't spent any time with them in a while. They still held her back tenfold. She'd gotten a lot stronger since she had Zeke and Gajeel had been testing her strength when they would train together or go on jobs. He could only imagine how much slack she was picking up because of those two.
"Why don't you like them?" Zeke asked, pulling his dad out of his thoughts.
"Because," he started. He sometimes forgot how in tune he was with his son, and that he could easily pick up on his emotions.
"Those two hold Mommy back," Gajeel continued. "She has to do a lot of work when she's with them."
"How come?" Zeke asked, the gears in his head spinning.
Gajeel didn't really want to elaborate. All it would do is make him angry. Instead, he decided to just call it a day and wait for Levy to come home.
"Come on, let's go home."
Gajeel bent down so he could carry Zeke on his back.
"Your mom will be there soon."
"Then she can show me her scrip' magic!"
"I dunno, she might be too tired," he said. Anything was possible dealing with dumb and dumber. He just hoped she didn't come home hurt.
Levy was on her way back home with Shadowgear following close behind.
"I can't wait to see the little guy!" Jet exclaimed.
"Yeah, it's been too long since we've seen him," Droy followed up.
"Don't be surprised if he doesn't come around at first," the bluenette said. "He's just like his dad when it comes to making friends."
They neared the house in the woods and was greeted by two dragon slayers.
"Mommy!" Zeke ran up to Levy giving her a tight hug.
"Zeke!" Levy picked him up, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Were you good for Daddy?"
"Yes! I can cover my arms now! Watch me!"
He wriggled out of her arms and proceeded to show her his attempt in covering his arms in iron scales.
"It took him all week to be able to do that," Gajeel said, walking toward his mate.
"That's good, Zeke!" Levy exclaimed. "You remember my old teammates, Jet and Droy, right?"
Zeke shrugged his shoulders.
"Hey, little man!"
"What's up?" They greeted the small person.
"My dad says you guys hold Mommy back," he said, walking inside.
Levy looked at her friends, her face apologizing for Zeke's comment.
"Sorry, guys. He didn't mean it."
"Yeah, he did," Gajeel smirked, wrapping an arm around Levy's waist. "But for some reason, she still decides to go on jobs with ya."
"Gajeel, come on," Levy said, attempting to keep the peace. "Can we not do this right now?"
"Alright, but only 'cos I miss ya," he said, sweeping her off her feet and taking her inside.
"Come on in, guys," Levy said to Jet and Droy as she was being carried off.
Team Shadowgear was pretty surprised, not expecting to hear those words from an eight-year-old. Though, they knew Levy was too good for them, and they'd never admit it. As long as she still wanted to hang out with them from time to time, and that usually consisted of going on short jobs and unintentionally having her pick up most of the slack.
That's why Gajeel's dislike for them grew greater and greater. He knew that they knew Levy could do better. They were dragging her down knowingly and were too selfish to cut her loose. It would be beneficial for them and for Levy if she branched off and did her own thing, but she loved those dumbasses and they loved her. All Gajeel could do was hope she'd realize it sooner rather than later.
The two friends entered the house, surprised at how big it looked inside.
"Wow, Levy!" Jet exclaimed. "It's huge! I bet you paid a fortune for this!"
After a few seconds, they hear what sounds like stuff falling coming from one of the bedrooms.
"Levy?" Droy said, noticing she was nowhere to be found.
"She's with Daddy," Zeke said strolling up to them.
They immediately knew what was happening, as their faces flushed with embarrassment.
"Oh, uh, well, tell her we'll catch her another time," Droy said sheepishly.
"Yeah, we'll see her at the guild."
Team Shadowgear scurried out of the house, not wanting to be anywhere near their activities.
"Ok," Zeke said, closing the door behind them and plopping down on the couch, waiting on Pantherlily to come home and entertain him.
Meanwhile, Gajeel carried Levy back to their room and sat her on their dresser, sweeping everything off it in the process. After almost a week without her, he was more than ready to ravish her body.
"Gajeel," she moaned breathily as he peppered her neck with kisses.
"You smell so good," he said into her neck, his hands gripping her thighs.
"Wait, I think…"
Levy's words were quickly halted by his lips on hers.
"They're gone," he said, anticipating what his mate was about to say. "I promise."
He slipped his hands up her dress, lifting it off her petite body. He marveled at the sight before him as if it was his first time being with her, his fingers exploring every inch of her. This was by far her favorite thing that he did. He loved leaving no part of her body untouched, and she loved being the location of his tour.
He held her thighs and lifted her off the dresser, her legs wrapped around his waist.
"How do you want it?" He whispered in her ear, sending chills down her spine.
"Bend me over," she replied boldly as she nibbled on his ear.
A low rumble came from the pit of his stomach, his inner dragon ready to take her right now. He placed her on her feet and turned her around, so she was facing the mirror.
"I want you to watch us," he growled in her ear as he bent her over and used one hand to guide his way into her core.
As he slid in, his other hand snaked its way up to her mouth, and she started sucking on his fingers.
"Yeah, you like what you see?"
His blue-haired goddess moaned in response, seemingly making his dick even harder.
"I missed you, Lev," he said as he bent down and kissed her shoulders while slowly stroking her walls.
Levy was a trembling mess, unable to formulate any coherent sentences. The only thing she could do was watch through the mirror, and she definitely liked what she saw. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were lidded, her mouth in the shape of an 'o' from pleasure. She saw him stand upright and firmly grip her hips as he grinded into her, her small moans turning into quiet screams.
As Levy closed her eyes, her head was suddenly pulled back.
"Uh uh," Gajeel said, hovering over her with a fist full of her royal blue hair. "Keep 'em open. I want you to see what I see."
He sped up his pace, keeping her head up for her to watch as he let his dragon take over. He burrowed himself deep inside her and leaned down, her body getting goosebumps where her back met his stomach.
"Tell me what you want," he growled, slamming his studded dick into her tight walls, earning him a scream.
"Ga…jeel…" She moaned.
His grip on her waist tightened. "Mmm, that's nice, but not what I wanted," he said, slamming himself in again. "I said tell me what you want."
She had to admit, she loved this new-found aggression, though she wondered where it came from. Alas, now wasn't the time for pondering.
"I…I," she struggled to say.
"You what?" He smirked against her skin. He knew how he had her and loved teasing her when she couldn't respond.
Levy was on cloud nine. She hadn't felt this good in a while, and she needed this stress relief.
"I'm gonna…" She moaned.
"No," her Adonis growled, slowing his pace. "Not yet."
In one swift movement, he had her in his arms again, headed towards their bed as Levy whimpered at loss of contact, wanting him to grant her release.
"Gihi, soon," he smirked, tossing her on the bed. "Roll over."
She loved it when he took control, happily obeying every command he gave. She rolled onto her stomach, revealing her perfect peachy ass. Immediately, she felt his large frame gently resting on her petite frame, his hands planted on either side of the pillow her head was resting on.
"Say it," he said, his breath on the mark on her neck.
"Please…" His mate whispered, barely audible.
"Please what?" His fangs grazed the mark, a small gasp coming from his small maiden.
"I need you."
Those magic words. The three words he loved to hear. They were enough to make him wild. He slowly guided his way back inside of her, making her feel every inch and every stud.
He continued at a slow pace, enjoying the view and feeling of her ass pressing against him. His eyes traced the arch of her back up to her neck, the sweet sounds coming from her putting him in a trance.
"Ga…jeel…" Levy breathed.
He knew she was close, and he was close too, which was perfect.
"Cum for me, Lev," he commanded, his strokes getting faster and harder.
Her body responded to his command, her walls tightening around his dick as her release rocked her entire body. He too came to his release, filling her up with his essence then collapsing on top of her body.
"G-Gajeel," Levy struggled to say. "You're… heavy!"
"You're pretty soft, Shrimp," he chuckled, not budging.
"Come on!" She tried to twist free, but to no avail.
"Yer stuck, Shorty."
"I should probably go check on Zeke," she said, trying to find an excuse to get him off her.
"Lily came back not too long ago, he's fine."
Levy grumbled internally, knowing she wasn't breaking free anytime soon. Gajeel suddenly was pushed to the side, falling off the bed.
"Oi! What the hell, woman?!" He shouted, knowing she used her script magic to push him off.
Levy giggled as she looked at the pile of man and hair on the floor.
"Guess I'm not so stuck now," she laughed, launching off the bed and attempting to run out of the room.
"Not so fast!" He lunged forward and snaked his arm around her stomach, pulling her to the ground with him.
The two continued to wrestle around playfully until they tired themselves out, both happy where they were in their lives, ignorant to the storm that was slowly brewing.