CHAPTER 10
To Levy's surprise, Gajeel proved himself adept at showing a woman a good time. Despite his rough behavior he was an absolute gentleman on their first date, and against on their second, third, and fourth.
By the time their fifth date came around she was comfortable enough to ask him about it.
"Ain't a surprise if you think about it." Gajeel replied as he sipped at some wine, "I was raised in a time when courting meant you had to prove yourself to the woman you wanted. The piss poor attempts they do these days don't hold a candle to what we did for our ladies' favor back then."
He shrugged a little, "I admit I was kinda bad at it before I was turned, but I learned real quick. It was necessary to hunt without attacking idiots in alleys or prostitutes." His lips twitched, "Anna would've tacked my hide to the wall if I'd done that outside of a very desperate need."
Levy smiled at that, "Was she the one who insisted you learn?"
He nodded, his expression softening as he thought about his friend, "Yeah. Her and her familiar took me under their wings."
"How did that happen anyway?" Levy asked curiously, "I mean, normally you would've been under your sire's control right?"
Gajeel shrugged a little, "Anna killed her." He replied simply, "Before I even woke up from the turning. I was kind of a surprise to her actually. She'd been out with a couple of the others on what should've been a milk run, but they accidentally uncovered my sire instead." He gestured a little with his glass, "It got out of control from there. I woke up just as the dust was settling confused and hungry as all hell."
Levy nodded, a small knot of worry in her relaxing at his explanation.
It had been obvious from the start that Gajeel had cared very deeply for Anna in the past, and part of her had been concerned it was something more than mere friendship. Something she had no wish to compete against. But while his undying loyalty to Anna and her family was deeper than friendship it wasn't what she'd thought.
And that reassured her about this thing that was developing between them.
Some of what she was thinking must've shown on her face because Gajeel set his wine down and reached over to lay a hand on her knee, "I ain't carrying any torches you need to know about." He told her softly, "Anna, Igneel, and all the others... they were my family. But it wasn't ever like that."
"Creeping into my head Gajeel?" Levy asked, swirling her wine in her glass and pulling up to her lips, "Very naughty." She chided
"No need to take a look inside when it's plain on your face Lev," Gajeel snorted, pleased when Levy shifted her weight closer to him.
"I believe you," She said at once, "you haven't lied to me yet."
"And I don't intend to," he said, softly. Levy slowly set her own glass down besides his own but never made to break eye contact with him. His tongue swiped over his lips, unable to stop the way his gaze fell to her irresistibly looking soft lips.
"Still, it wouldn't hurt to have a little bit of..." she trailed off, her hand raising to fall gently against his chest. His heart clenched at the motion, his mouth falling open as he struggled to make sense of what she was doing.
"...reassurance," she finished with a purr and suddenly she was so much closer than he had counted on.
He cupped a hand against the curve of her chin, fingertips weaving into the blue locks of her hair.
"Levy," he said haltingly, drawing closer to her, pulled to her and all of her sweetness like a fledgling to the first sirens call of blood.
"Are you sure...?" He asked her, lips hovering just a breath away from her, "your team?"
"What about them, don't tell me The big bad Vampire Elder is scared of a few little mages?" Levy teased, knowing perfectly well he was concerned about her and her reputation within her guilds community.
Levy was not shy about her opinions and was always willing to defend anyone who needed it. But it was one thing to flirt with the darkness and another to keep company with it.
There would be consequences for this. There always was.
But at the flare of challenge in Gajeel's eyes, Levy found herself not caring about the rules. She wanted this and she deserved to find someone like Gajeel.
It wasn't his fault he was a vampire just like it wasn't her fault she was born a light witch.
Gajeel's eyes darkened as he read her resolve in her face and in an instant closed the distance between them to press his lips to hers.
A shudder rippled through him at the taste of her soft lips so pliant against his. She tasted of wine and honey, books and magic, and it drove him wild. He shivered as he felt himself react and pulled away regretfully, clamping down on the way he ached to taste more of her. To sink his fangs into her.
"We should probably take this somewhere else." He growled roughly, only centuries of experience keeping his voice even relatively steady.
Levy looked him up and down, her lips curled into a pout that was testing his restraint, and smirked, "I think so." She agreed, "Let's go back to my place?"
Gajeel's eyes widened in shock and he could only nod dumbly at the proposition.
Her place. She would invite him into her home. Grant him unfettered access and trust him not to hurt her. Gods...
Just the thought had his already aching desire twitching eagerly and his heart thundering in his chest. To be surrounded by her scent... to know that she trusted him so very much. It was almost as intoxicating as her lips.
He signaled absently for their check and quickly paid before escorting her out, struggling to retain his composure as a gentleman as he did.
He'd had lovers in the past. More than one. Most he even cared for, though he couldn't say he'd specifically loved any of them. But Levy... the smallest touch ignited him, and her blood called to him unlike anything ever had since he was a fledgling.
He kept his eyes on her as she led him to her little townhouse. The air was charged between them, hot and electric, and he watched keenly for any signs that she was changing her mind or getting nervous.
However, it seemed his sassy little witch was quite confident in her decision. She opened the door and slipped inside, "Come in Gajeel." She purred lowly, invitation dripping off her, and stepped aside to give him room.
He stepped after her, shivering a bit as her home's protections recognized him and allowed him inside. He followed her in and pushed the door closed behind him, "Last chance."
She tilted her head up at him and grinned, "Gajeel, if you don't deliver on that look on your face right now I will drop more silver on you than even you can cope with."
She had the satisfaction of watching his scarlet eyes widen. Levy smirked, taking a few steps backwards to lure him further inside. Gajeel's eyes tracked over her and Levy bit her lip when she watched his hand reach back and snap the deadbolt on her door to ensure their privacy.
He crossed the room in three strides, closing the distance between them. In one motion he had swept his arms down and caught her bodily, pulling her in the air in the same movement he had her backing into the wall.
She could see the glimmer of his fangs in the dim light of her foyer, slightly sharper than usual. Those sharp teeth caressed against her bottom lip, gentle in the ease of which he caught them.
He was stealing her breath next, his body hot and caging against hers. She reached around his broad shoulders, her fingers burying in his long hair while her nails scored into the muscle of his shoulder. She gasped soft into his mouth, his hands roaming across her thighs when he pulled her closer and wrapped her legs around his hips.
She jerked, startled by the suddenness of the motion, but he held her easily. It was like she weighed nothing to him, and she imagined there was a good chance she really didn't.
Her dress rode up along her hips, exposing enough of her to Gajeel to give her an idea of his very real interest.
She shivered at the sensation of his clothed member grinding against her panties. She pulled away from his mouth to bite at her own lip and gasp for desperate sips of air.
It was all too much and not enough.
She could feel the allure of his eyes, intoxicating and so very Gajeel. It made her heart race to see the desire there. Hoisting herself up further, Levy made a happy sound when he held her higher so she was hovering over him. He looked up at her as her fingers threaded through his hair.
"Bedroom now?" She purred.
"Would serve ya right if I took ya right here." Gajeel growled thickly, his old accent slurring his modern speech in a way that sent shivers down Levy's spine. He captured her in a lingering kiss and trailed down to nuzzle her neck, laving his tongue over her pulse point, "Delicious tease."
He pulled back with a visible effort and smirked, "Lucky for you, I'm aimin' to make you scream all night."
Levy grinned back at him as he pulled her closer, holding her steady as he pulled away from the wall and walked them into the bedroom. How he'd known instantly which one it was she didn't know, and didn't particularly care as he'd elected to take advantage of her temporary height advantage to wrap his lips around one of her breasts.
She threw her head back with a gasp as even through the layers of cloth she could feel the slight scrape of his fangs and heat of his mouth.
He rumbled something she couldn't decipher as he tumbled them gently onto her bed and pulled back with a wicked smirk as he started work on his shirt, "Gonna have to try that for real in a moment."
Levy wasn't inclined to wait and surged upwards to help him tug his clothing off, "I hope you try more than that soon." She breathed breathlessly and grinned as she stole a kiss from him, not intimidated by his elongated fangs in the slightest, "Will you feed on me?"
He froze at that and stared at her in so much surprise that she suddenly worried she'd misstepped, "Um, I mean, I don't mind." She babbled nervously, "Not that you have to or anything. I was just..."
Her babble was finally cut off when he covered her lips with his own. He kissed her slowly and gently, tenderly, despite the fire still burning beneath it. Like she was the rarest treasure, and the feeling made her melt into him. She relaxed into his bare chest and he gathered her close, time seeming to slow to a crawl as he pulled her into his lap and wrapped himself around her.
"Lev..." He groaned softly as he tenderly caressed every inch of her he could reach, the wildness of before gone and replaced by something that stirred something even deeper in her. She shivered helplessly as he trailed his fingers under her clothes and slowly undressed her, like he was unwrapping a gift.
"What I did before wasn't feeding." He growled into her ear, "That was desperation and need." He curled his large hands over her sides and shifted her so her back was leaning against his chest. He buried his lips against her neck as he curled one hand around a breast and trailed another lower to rub lightly at the junction between her legs.
"I'm gonna show you what a proper feedin' is."
Levy gasped, her body quaking at the sensation of his fingers sliding against her core, torturing her slickness with his clever hand. She made quiet noises as he stroked.
Her hips circled maddeningly, trying to get more friction as he steadily pushed her up against that edge. He made damn sure to take his time and Levy only got more wound up as the vampire had his way.
He kept her pressed against his chest, caging her in so she couldn't chase after the friction she was craving.
The pressure built like a red hot band beginning to twist and tighten in her gut. Levy whimpered, her head falling back instinctively onto his should, exposing the full expanse of her slender throat to Gajeel's greedy eyes.
Levy felt heat and slickness dripping from her, breathing becoming labored and heavier as she walked along that razor edge. She was being kept there by Gajeel's hand, manipulating her body as if he knew it better than his own.
She bucked onto his palm, her hands reaching out desperately for him and any part she could grasp, "Gajeel. Gajeel please!" She begged
His sharp fangs tortured delicate lines into her skin, hot tongue laving over the paths his teeth took.
Until finally, just as Levy was about to burst from the seams, Gajeel's fangs practically glided into her throat.
She gasped at the sensation, the almost gentle bite feeling nothing at all like the one he'd given her last time. That had been about as comfortable as getting a shot. This... this like a jolt of ecstasy straight down her spine and she groaned as she shifted her head to give him better access.
"Gajeel..." She panted, torn between the new feeling and the way he was tormenting her, until he delicately sucked at the same moment he pressed his thumb firmly against her clit and her entire world shattered.
She bucked and writhed against him, and his hold, as she screamed her pleasure. She lost all track of time as he fed on her, each suck sending another shudder through her until finally he pulled away as the last of her pleasure faded. She relaxed against him, twitching a little from the force of her orgasm and gave him a slightly sleepy grin.
"I see the difference now." She laughed as he licked her neck clean, healing it of any sign of injury, and pulled away.
"Thank you for the meal." He chuckled darkly and leaned down to kiss her, "An' don't think you're gettin' off that easy." He ground himself against her, firmly reminding her that he was still very much unsatisfied.
"Oh I had no intention of it." She grinned back, perking at the reminder, and a little surprised at how energetic she still felt. He must not have fed much.
"Good." He growled and rolled her under him, "Because I plan on makin' you scream even louder this time."
"Oh?" Levy grinned teasingly, "That will take some skill."
"Good thing I got four hundred years of it." Gajeel breathed before descending on her mouth again.
Levy moaned into the kiss, feeling the heat flare in her again, but as much as she was loving the attention she had no intention of letting him do all the work. She wriggled around, trying to get her hands on him only to find her hands pulled gently over her head with him grinning broadly down at her.
"Little witch wants to play huh?" He smirked and buried his lips into her neck, "Next time." He mumbled, "Gods Lev I need you so badly..."
Levy grinned and curled her legs around his hips, shivering a little as she felt him rub against her aching slit, "Then take what you want you big lug."
She shivered at the heat of him pressing against her, fingers curling with delightful twitches. A heady throb bolted through her and she let loose a quiet groan when his hips rolled to slide more fully against her.
Gajeel was savoring her, but she could tell he was close to snapping. The wicked look in his eyes and the way she felt his fangs and mouth scraping at her throat. She felt a fresh wave of arousal shoot through her just from the sensation, remembering what his fangs had done to her earlier was enough to make her ready for him.
And it seemed he returned the feelingsz
"Then are you ready Levy?" He growled into her ear, pressing a kiss down just under the lobe.
Her answer was to lock her heels around his hips and drag him in closer. Needing no other encouragement than that, Gajeel braced himself against the headboard and began to press into her.
Levy's muscles were delightfully loosened up already thanks to her earlier orgasm, but she still felt a stretch as she had to adjust to him pressing inside.
Levy shifted and couldn't stop an embarrassing little moan from bubbling out of her at the feel of him filling her in all the right places. Her hips rose to meet his and her thighs trembled with pleasure.
Gajeel made a grunt of pleasure, so quiet she almost didn't hear it, but her heart swelled with pride as she felt the tremble in his powerful body as he was overcome with the pleasure she was giving him.
Still, it was certainly reflected on both sides, and as Gajeel rained gentle kisses down on her, she could feel a fire creeping into her very blood that only blazed hotter.
He was everything and more than what she could ever ask for. And he was the only one who stood a chance of calming the flames he sparked in her.
"Gajeel, please," She tugged at where his hand was keeping hers pinned easily, "I want to touch you..."
The way he looked at her when she begged those words made her belly clench with heat, tightening around him enough to drag an agonized sounding groan from Gajeel.
He loosened his hold and Levy's hands immediately sought out his arms, even as he began to move.
The feeling was enough to make Levy's brain short circuit. She had liked the way he filled her up before, but to feel him move, to feel him stroke every inch of her, had her coming unglued.
She moaned loudly at the sensation, arching her hips to follow his and that glorious feeling only to pout as he held her down.
He chuckled into her skin at the sight of it, but said nothing as he rocked against her, trying not to lose himself entirely to the maddening way she wrapped tightly around him. No other lover had ever been as sweet, as passionate, and holding onto any semblance of control was difficult. He was determined to try though. He knew he wasn't a small man, and he could hurt her if he wasn't careful.
And that was absolutely out of the question.
He nuzzled her softly, letting his fangs drag over her the way she seemed to like so much and worked his way down to a pert breast as he moved slowly in her. His teeth ached to bite down again as he sucked her nipple inside, the memory of her intoxicating blood fresh on his mind, but he ignored the urge.
At least, that was the intention until he felt a sharp tug on his hair. He looked up to find her flushed and scowling savagely at him.
"I'm not made of glass Gajeel." She gritted out, "Take me already!"
She backed up her demand by surging forward and sinking her teeth sharply into his shoulder, not nearly hard enough to break his skin, but enough like a bite that a dark pleasure tore through him. None of his other lovers had ever been unafraid of his bestial side, and her lack of care had something wild and hungry break free in him, shattering all semblance of control he had.
He growled back at her and shifted his weight so he had a better hold of her, "You want more?"
He shifted from the slow rocking he'd been doing to something faster and harder until finally she had her head thrown back, incoherent cries of pleasure tearing from her lips, as he slammed into her.
Levy felt that fire turn into a molten hot liquid that looked through every part of her body and turned her inside out with bone shaking pleasure.
She arched her back, moaning in ecstasy as she writhed against Gajeel's hands and how he had her pinned into the mattress.
The sound of her bed creaking under the force of his wild movements and the sound of their bodies coming together was erotic, and Levy begged senselessly while she held on for dear life.
It felt like Gajeel was reaching inside her, trying to bring their bodies into ones. He reached a hand up to close over her breast while his mouth covered her. He took her in, smothering her heady cries while he pounded into her.
Levy kissed him without hesitation, heedless of his fangs or the hungry way her lips nicked against them.
Gajeel groaned, sucking against her bottom lip to catch the blood, unable to stop himself. His tongue pressed into her yielding mouth, entangling with her own.
She didn't back down from him, unafraid of the vampire in the throes of passion and her cut lip inches from his fangs. He wasn't doing anything dangerous except for blowing her mind.
It was like she could feel him in her very soul and it was maddening as the pressure continued to build up to levels she hadn't thought possible. It was too hot, too agonizingly perfect too.
But she could hardly think it was so good, Gajeel seeming to know every where to touch her to make her lose her mind.
She whimpered into his mouth, unable to think about anything but the wet noises of him sliding into her slick heat or the way he touched every single part inside to make it a miracle she hadn't fallen apart yet.
But no sooner had she thought it could she feel the shiver of the inevitable pulsing begin to take over her body.
She tightened around him, letting out a cry, "don't stop!" She begged Gajeel, "I'm so close-!"
Gajeel had no intention of stopping.
He couldn't if he'd tried.
Everything about her intoxicated him, from her kisses to her passion to her fearlessness. He'd never dreamed anyone like her could exist and she ignited his blood in a way he'd never experienced.
He kissed her frantically as he moved with her, keeping her on that razor's edge just a little longer as his own rushed towards him until finally he could take no more.
He shifted his weight slightly, pressing down on her just a little more, and was greeted with the sight of her tearing her lips away from his as she shattered in his arms, filling the air with her ultimate pleasure.
He was only able to savor the sight for a moment before the feel of her rippling around him was enough to make his own tightly coiled band snap harshly. He threw his head back, and let out a snarl to join hers as molten waves of pleasure tore over him in an intensity he couldn't remember having ever felt before.
He groaned as he landed on his forearms, hardly able to keep himself from crushing her as the remnants of his orgasm rippled through him. He slid carefully out of her, shivering a bit at the sensation as he did, and nearly collapsed to one side of her.
"Lev..." He grunted as he reached out to pull her close, wrapping himself around her as he did. She'd been incredible and his heart melted at the feelings she'd stirred in him.
Levy sighed happily, her body still shaking with pleasure and humming. It was tough to string two thoughts together after what she and Gajeel had just done. It was by far the most pleasure she had ever felt in her life.
And she had never felt more loved and cherished as she did in that moment in his arms.
Gajeel breathed in her scent, their pliable bodies melting into one another as the efforts of their exertion began to catch up to them.
"Stay the night?" Levy asked him softly, curling a lock of hair between her fingers before she slid large eyes up to him.
"Or do you have to head back to Magnolia?" She asked with an understanding smile.
Gajeel knew at once she was referring to the kids, and he groaned, peeling himself from her to search for his pants and subsequently his phone.
"Let me check with Mira right quick," he flashed her a fangy smile, "she's watchin' them and she offered to do a full day, but I gotta let her know."
"And to check and make sure those terrors didn't burn her house down," Gajeel smiled affectionately as he found his pants. He shot off a quick text to her and carried his phone back to drop it on Levy's nightstand.
He promptly molded himself back against Levy to wait for Mirajane to respond. The witch smiled up at him after a moment and sighed happily.
"You really do love them, don't you?" She asked him, causing Gajeel to nod and trace his fingertips over her hip.
"I'd wall through a concrete wall for them," he admitted.
His phone buzzed, Mira responding with several heart-faced emojis to show her easy acceptance and excitement.
"Dramatic soul eater," he grunted and put his phone on mute once he had his answer. He got comfortable on the bed, happy to be with Levy for the whole night.
Levy pressed a gentle kiss into his lips and she curled into him. Together they lapsed into an easy silence, drifting off into sleep.
Even though night was the time Gajeel preferred to stay awake during, he had adjusted as well as he could so the kids could have a normal time in life. That being said, it wasn't hard for him to drift off with Levy.
As happy and content as he was, he fell asleep wrapped around Levy. For the first time in ages, his heart felt so filled to the brim.
And this all felt so very right.
