Hi again everyone! Here's the Gajeel/Levy companion piece to Lucy and the Dragon Slayers that I promised you all, but literally nobody asked for! This is a little later than when I'd hoped to publish it, but as it turns out, planning a wedding is pretty much a second job. However, Mr Blueflamefreak and I are finally married! It's only been 3 years since we started planning.
Anyway, I very clearly don't own Fairy Tail, and I hope you all enjoy!
Whispered voices filtered through the cool night air, and Pantherlily's ear twitched as some part of his tired brain recognised the sound. Levy was back. She'd been gone a few days now, and his partner had been a very grumpy, short-tempered dragon slayer ever since she'd left. If he didn't know better, and he only did because he was with them 24 hours a day, backed with the knowledge Gajeel was gay, he'd assume they were already a very dedicated couple.
He'd caught whiffs of masculine perfume and sex on the Iron dragon slayer after he'd come home after long nights out on more than one occasion, and looking far more relaxed than he had the previous day. Lily also knew that on some level Gajeel loved Levy, and he was sure the dragon slayer was still working it out himself.
Blearily, he opened his eyes, watching the flap of the tent he was in, then turned to Gajeel. The dragon slayer was dead asleep, soft breathing the only sound in their little shelter. Settling back down again, his eyes closed for only a moment before the flap of the tent was pushed aside, a light rustling noise following in its wake, and Levy's face peered through, greyscale in the darkness. Lily gave her a tired wave and settled down again, glancing over at Gajeel in amusement. The dragon slayer's nose twitched, obviously gaining Levy's scent, and she gave him a fond smile before retreating, likely turning in for the night.
It was nearly five minutes later before Gajeel jolted upright in bed, ruby red eyes wide and breath harsh as he looked around wildly, startling Lily from his light doze.
"What's going on?" The Exceed slurred his words, both from exhaustion and trying to get the words out as fast as possible.
"Levy. Where is she?" The Iron dragon slayer growled, sniffing at the air. "Was she just here?" Lily nodded in response, knowing his partner's superior eyesight would catch the movement.
"She poked her head through the tent flap, she's probably in her own tent by now." The Exceed reported, mild surprise shooting through him as Gajeel stood, dropping the blanket back down to his bed as he made his way out of the tent.
"Leave it 'till morning, she's probably exhausted!" Lily called after his partner, internally cursing him out as he scrambled to his feet to follow, groaning as he went. There was no response, but then again, he didn't expect one.
Gajeel was on a mission. He'd woken up to the most delicious scent that he'd ever had the fortune of coming across, and at first, he'd thought it had been part of his dream. It had been started as a pretty average dream, walking across unending grass fields, the vastness of the blue sky stretching away towards the horizons. On one hand, it was calm, peaceful. On the other hand, it was really quite boring. There was nothing to do; no training to be had, no metal to eat, and no idiots to beat down.
Then Levy had been suddenly walking beside him, head tilted and giving him an impish grin. She had the most incredible scent, and his mouth watered involuntarily. He stopped walking and reached for her, and she ducked under his arm to plaster herself against his side, the palm of her hand sliding up his suddenly bare chest. Her blue hair shone in the sunlight, and her eyes sparkled with mischief as she stared up at him, eyebrow arching as if daring him to follow his instincts.
"Levy." His voice was hoarse, and he lowered his head to bury his nose in her hair. Her scent was incredible, nearly indescribable. It called to him, a siren song of lust and fertility, and a dim part of his still half-asleep brain recalled a barely remembered, very uncomfortable conversation with Metalicana about the mating compulsion.
He was walking quickly now, impatient enough to consider breaking into a run as he internally cursed whoever thought it acceptable to have Levy's tent so far from his own. He was going to have her, and anyone who stood in his way was going to be cut down with ruthless efficiency.
The few soldiers who were still awake had noted his demeanour and were thankfully keeping away from him in his barely controlled sweep through the camp. He had just sighted Levy's tent, her scent growing stronger and sweeter, and Gajeel grinned sharply. One oblivious fool stepped between him and his goal, and the soldier leapt backwards as the Iron dragon slayer snarled at him, teeth bared and eyes wild.
Storming up to Levy's tent, he paused as he realised half the camp had assembled behind him, woken from their rest by his near rampage, Lily's voice trying to reason with him, or others of the unit, warning them. He half-turned to glare back at them as they stared at him, unsure what was going on, if the camp was soon to be under attack, or if they needed to protect the tiny solid script mage from her wild draconic partner.
Gajeel clenched his fists. He needed them to leave. He needed them to go away, and not come back until he'd swaddled Levy with his scent, filled her with his seed, and made her sleepy and comfortable in a nest of blankets and pillows where he'd jealously guard her against any that would dare try to take her away. A small, rational part of his mind knew he was behaving erratically, but any suggestions from that part of him was steamrolled by his base instincts to mark, mate, and protect.
The dragon inside him growled in frustration, and he fully turned to face the assembled group. His mind worked overtime, trying to come up with a way to drive them off, and his glare melted into a dangerous expression, teeth bared and eyes gleaming. The group reflexively took a step back at the sight.
"See anything interesting?" He asked them in a low tone, conscious of Levy in her tent behind him. He knew she wouldn't like it if he killed them all for daring to be in her general vicinity, so he refrained from just attacking them outright. The group took another step backwards. He tilted his head at them.
"I think this is a perfect time for some more training." He growled, and stalked towards them. In the light of a nearby dying fire, he looked deranged, light flicking across his face as he moved. Lily stared at him from the front of the group, face flickering between concern and incredulity.
"Gajeel, what's gotten into you?" The Exceed demanded, and froze as hard ruby eyes flickered to meet his. The dragon slayer was more animal than man now, Lily decided, and he had to protect Levy from him, even if it meant rushing his partner bare-handed. His sword was still in the tent, having left it there after scrambling after the raven-haired man in front of him. His paws clenched, and he mentally catalogued his magical energy. Low, after the day of training he'd gone through to keep Gajeel from biting the heads off the knights under his command. Shit, Lily inwardly cursed, and gave the man a hard look.
"What's gotten into me?" Gajeel asked, a touch of incredulity entering his voice. He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "You should be more worried what you've just gotten everyone else into." He glanced at the sky, noting it was at least another 4 hours until sunrise. He needed them gone until then.
"You all see that mountain?" Gajeel rumbled at the group, flinging out an arm to the closest peak. The group followed his outstretched arm with trepidation, fearful of what he was going to make them do. There was a general murmur of agreement, and the Iron dragon slayer grinned at them, teeth glinting in the dying firelight.
"The entire camp is going for a run up the top of that peak and back down again." He declared, and took a threatening step towards them all. Most of the group backed up, some disappearing into tents to wake up others.
"Now!" Gajeel hissed at them, mindful not to disturb the woman in the tent behind him.
"Gajeel," Lily started in a warning tone, "Does 'the entire camp' include Levy?" The question was mild enough, but the reaction it caused was excessive and instantaneous.
"Lily, if you don't get everyone out of camp, I'm gonna have to start ripping arms and legs off." Gajeel growled, and the look in his eyes told Lily he was serious. The Exceed ground his teeth together, and turned to the group.
"You all heard the man, get everyone up and moving!" He called out, urging them on. He paused, and looked back at the Iron dragon slayer, who was watching with satisfaction and a hint of excitement. "I hope you know what you're doing." He grumbled, and strode off after the stragglers.
Gajeel closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath in, savouring the scents around him. Levy's scent was still there, but faded, as the canvas of the tent had little airflow, at least in his direction. The camp was finally empty, save the two of them. He could finally have her.
Levy shifted at the sound of the tent flap opening, and opened her eyes blearily. Gajeel was crouched in the doorway, and she heard him sniff the air, letting out a quiet groan of appreciation.
"Gajeel?" She asked sleepily, and absently reached out towards him. "What's going on?" She yawned then, hard, and her eyes closed involuntarily for a few moments before she forced them back open again.
Gajeel watched her fondly, and the way her nose scrunched up so adorably as she yawned had his stomach pleasantly flip-flopping. She was so different from any other partner he'd ever had. His last real partner had been Totomaru, and Gajeel had honestly thought he'd found something worth fighting for. Phantom Lord had twisted him, though, had made him sadistic and brutal, and that had reflected in his relationship with the cocky fire mage. It had hurt when Totomaru hadn't even tried to find him after Master Jose had been taken down, but ultimately looking back, it now didn't surprise him. He'd been so focused on his own pleasure he'd completely forgone his partner's, and Totomaru deserved better.
He'd been rehabilitated now, through Fairy Tail, and he wouldn't make the same mistake with the bluenette in front of him. He'd been completely caught off guard, poleaxed, by her intelligence, her compassion, and her unwavering belief in her friends and her guild. He was lucky to be counted among them, he knew. No, he would guard Levy's heart and mind just as jealously as he guarded her body.
Quietly, he crawled into the tent and quickly caught the hand that was still waving in the air into his own.
"Shrimp," He rumbled, and she shifted, more awake now her ears had caught onto the sultry note in his tone.
"W-What's going on?" She stammered, heart rate rising as he slowly stroked the inside of her wrist. It was one of her erogenous zones, a well-kept secret she'd never told anyone about, but one he'd found anyway. She squirmed under the blankets as heat shot through her, thighs rubbing together to hopefully release the mild pressure building. Gajeel supressed a groan at the faint scent of her arousal, and moved closer. He lay down next to her, and she peeked up at him through long eyelashes. His mouth twitched into a small smile, and he bent down to kiss her gently.
The way she stiffened, rigid against him, told him she hadn't been expecting that particular move, but surprising the blue-haired genius had quickly become one of his favourite past-times after joining the guild. Slowly, she relaxed under the sweet assault on her senses, and her free hand crept up into his hair. They broke apart for breath, and Levy gazed up at him.
"Am I dreaming?" She whispered, lightly tracing the line of his face. He smiled at her, truly smiled, as his eyes dropped to her lips once more.
"Not this time." He replied quietly, his voice a low rumble that shot straight though to her core. "Your scent changed, and that's significant." He shifted, readjusting the blankets so he was able to slip under them with her, and she weakly mumbled a protest.
"What do you mean, my scent's changed?" She asked, and jolted as a calloused hand slid under the hem of her t-shirt, and over the fabric of her sleep shorts at her hip. "G-Gajeel!" She exclaimed, her face flushing red at the intimate movement. He chuckled, and dipped down to kiss her again. This time, he drew random patterns across her skin and up her back, feeling her shudder at the contact, and her breath hitch. He marvelled at how responsive she was to physical touch, and he internally vowed to do it far more often.
She broke off from him, and placed a hand on his chest, trying to give herself some space, and completely distracted herself at the feel of his warm muscular form under her hand. She was also becoming aware of just how good his scent was. Oh, she enjoyed it normally whenever he leaned close to her to make some snarky comment, but somehow it had become… more. His masculine scent, tinged with the metallic undertone of iron, had become utterly delectable to her, and she needed more of it, to be surrounded by it.
Gajeel chuckled as her eyes lost focus after she touched him, her mouth slackening somewhat. His gaze sharpened as her tongue darted out to lick her lips, and the scent of her arousal skyrocketed in the tent's still air. He groaned and took the time to roll Levy onto her back, hands trailing across her stomach and slowly pushing her sleep t-shirt up. He kept his eyes on her face, long enough for her to snap out of her stupor and look up at him. The lighting was dim, but he could still see well enough to catch the flush across her face. He needed her. He needed to taste her. He ducked down and pressed a kiss to her belly button, studded tongue dropping into the small indent briefly. Levy decided then and there that even if it was going to be just for one night, she'd take anything he was willing to give.
She moaned as Gajeel trailed kisses along her stomach, rising towards her breasts. Her hips unconsciously bucked upwards at the sensation, and she hastily pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, flinging it to one side. Gajeel growled his approval, and licked a long trail up to her breasts, dragging his tongue stud along her skin. Levy made a desperate sound as she arched upwards into his mouth, and he swirled the tip of his tongue around her nipple in return.
"Gajeel!" Levy gasped, eyes fluttering shut, and tried to pull herself together as she recalled his last words. "W-What do you mean my scent's changed?" She asked, the last few words turning to a moan as he turned his attention to her other breast. Ruby eyes flicked up to meet brown, and he pulled away from her skin with a pop.
"Dragons take mates." He replied simply, and hooked his fingers around the waistband of her sleep shorts.
"Mates?" She nearly moaned, hoping to both keep him on topic, and have him continue what he was doing. She lifted her hips to help him drag the offending piece of cloth from her, leaving her in her underwear. He grinned sharply at her, kissed her hip, and her fingers crept into her hair, urging him on. He nudged her legs apart, kneeling between them, and pulled aside her panties. She gasped as his fingers found her clit, hips surging upwards in response.
"Mates." He confirmed against her skin, enjoying the way her hand tightened in his hair. "The change in scent means you're ready to be mated to any dragon who's lucky enough to detect it, and with your approval. It's your choice, in the end." He continued, and licked up her opening before he waggled his tongue against her clit. Levy moaned again, bucking her hips against his face.
"Why now? Why me?" She groaned, unsure if she wanted to urge him on or draw him away from her. This was important information she needed to know, and even if he was quietly driving her mad with how attentive to her needs he was being.
His fingers probed her slit as he pulled away from her to consider the question. Truthfully, he had no idea. Surely they'd be able to find books on the subject, although any books on dragons at all were incredibly rare. That library, though, when they had to find the clock pieces, might have something. It was full of rare books, and watching Levy light up like the Fantasia parade was a sight to be treasured. As to why Levy? He had some theories, but they would take far too long to go through, and he knew she would try to dissect them. He much preferred what he was doing to delving into theories.
"No idea." He replied, a bit breathless, and slowly slid a finger into her core. Levy bucked her hips up towards him again, gasping at the intrusion. His other hand was suddenly clawed as he tore through the last bit of cloth covering her, and pulled it away, lowering his head to her once more. Levy's eyes slid shut as his breath fanned across her most sensitive area, and she let out a strangled groan as he simultaneously sucked down on her clit and eased another finger into her.
His fingers slowly pumped into her, gently curling to find her g-spot and she made a desperate sound as her fingers tightened further in his hair. He continued working at her, his spare hand lightly skimming across the surface of her body, and Levy felt herself getting close. His fingers curled inside her again and she cried out as she came, hips bucking into his hand.
Gajeel lifted his head, grinning, and crawled up to kiss her, fabric bunching between them as he did. Levy's eyes widened, and she flushed scarlet. He was still fully clothed! Well, that won't do, she decided, and groped for the hem of his shirt, roughly pulling it up. He chuckled with a quiet gihi, and helped her, siting up and tossing the fabric to the side.
She stared up at him, and her breath caught in her throat. He was beautiful, in his own way. From the way he'd trained his body to perfection, to the scars that signified his victories in battle, to the metal piercings across his face and arms, and his magnificent mane of hair. She licked her lips, suddenly aware of his piercing ruby eyes as he gazed back at her.
He was beautiful to her, and she ached for him. She'd come to terms with falling in love with the Iron dragon slayer years ago, but she knew he'd never returned her feelings. But now… now she felt like the luckiest mage in all of Fiore. She'd gotten the general gist when he'd uttered the word 'mate', and she knew from her own curiosity dragons mated for life. She'd done some research previously, when she thought there might have been a chance, so she mostly knew what she was getting herself into. Absently, she wondered if his cock was also pierced, and how it would feel, flushing a deep red at the thought. She took a deep breath, and reached for the fastenings on his pants.
Gajeel's eyes widened in surprise at Levy's boldness, assuming he'd have to wind her up a little more to get her to agree to the mating. He had a sneaking suspicion she'd gone and done some research; there was a month or so a few years back where she'd turned bright red every time he spoke to her or leaned closer to her than her team deemed appropriate. Her fingers were nimble, and she quickly laid open his pants, brushing her hands over his hard length still trapped under his boxers. He groaned at the sensation, shallowly thrusting his hips up and tilting his head back, eyes slowly closing.
Levy grinned as an idea popped into her head, but quickly faltered as she stroked him through the soft fabric. He was larger than she'd expected, and… yep, he'd pierced the underside of his cock with barbells. Levy unconsciously let out a needy whine as she imagined him sinking into her, and the sensation of each little ridge as they rocked in and out of her.
Gajeel cracked open an eye at the sound, and the naked hunger on her face as she gazed at him sealed it for him. He no longer had any doubts about claiming her; she was clearly as enthralled with him as he now was with her. He moved, shucking his pants as quickly as possible, underwear following until he was bare under her hungry gaze.
Levy shifted, coming to her knees and reaching for him again. Gajeel's eyes slammed shut as she touched him, soft hands stroking up and down his length, cupping his balls, and a thumb running over the blunt head of his cock. He groaned, thrusting up into her hands, and wondered if he could hold back long enough to sink himself into her.
His eyes popped wide as he felt her mouth encircle him, and he looked down long enough to confirm that yes, the incredible, sexy little solid script mage had just taken him in her mouth, with her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He swallowed hard and tried to drive himself back from the edge. He hadn't even marked her yet!
Gajeel let her go for a few more moments before he hauled her up and kissed her hard, swallowing the moan Levy released as she plastered herself against him. He pulled back a moment before he struck, fangs sinking into the junction of her neck. She cried out in pain at the sensation, feeling the metal rush through her as his magic flared. Soothing the bite with his tongue, Gajeel carefully manoeuvred Levy above him and slowly lowered her, resisting the urge to slam himself into her inviting core.
She moaned, high and breathy as she was slowly impaled, eyes rolling at the sensation. The piercings only added to the feeling, and she was definitely a fan. The fire inside her roared as she sank down onto him fully, and despite feeling so completely stuffed, she rolled her hips experimentally. The answering moan from Gajeel excited her, heat and desire rolling through her at the sound. She kissed him fiercely, and he clutched at her.
Finding her balance and footing, she raised herself and dropped back down, feeling him thrust up into her. She whimpered at the sensation, and brought herself up to a steady rhythm, Gajeel following her lead. It didn't take long to bring her to orgasm again, the studs rubbing all the right places inside her as he hit her g-spot over and over again. She cried out his name, throwing her head back as her pace faltered, and Gajeel took control.
He shifted them, laying her back down on her bed and positioning himself between her legs before he slammed himself inside her up the hilt. She cried out again, hands grasping against his back, nails digging in and silently urging him on. Instinct took over as he thrust into her again, setting a fast pace as Levy crested the peak once more. He was getting close, he could tell, and he sank his fangs into her once more as she screamed out his name. His pace quickened, and he roared out his own release, snapping his hips against her as he came, feeling the walls of her passage ripple around him as he flooded her with his seed.
Both of them were breathing heavily, and Gajeel dropped his forehead to hers, staring into her eyes. Levy quirked a smile at him, lips parting as she leaned up to kiss him gently. He groaned and pulled out of her, dropping to the side.
"I'm pretty sure I know what just happened." Levy said quietly into the still air of the tent, words punctuated as she tried to catch her breath. Gajeel snorted at that, and glanced over at her.
"You're not pissed?" He asked as neutrally as possible, trying to hide the doubt suddenly crowding him. She smiled, and lightly touched the flat metal studs that made up his eyebrows.
"Gajeel, I've been in love with you for years. No, I'm not pissed, but you could have explained it a bit better. We're going to have to go hunting for information if you don't have all the information about dragon mating." She replied, and relief washed over him. The corner of his mouth quirked up into a small grin.
"Metalicana didn't tell me a lot, I was only a kid at the time. Let's go hunting for information. I love the look on your face when you find interesting information." He told her, tone suggestive, and she blushed. She shifted, cautiously pressing herself against him, and her eyes darted back to his in shock as she found him hardening again. He gave her a predatory grin that made her shiver under his gaze.
"Got a few years to catch up on." He murmured, the low growl of his voice sending a jolt straight to the inferno suddenly building in her again. She felt her body responding to his words, his expression, and they lost themselves in each other's arms.
The sun had long since risen as Pantherlily led the exhausted contingent of Rune knights back into the camp. Many collapsed around him, and he ordered them to get some water and rest. Finally, after seeing to the knights under his command, he finally turned eyes in the direction of Levy's tent, unsure what he would find.
Rounding the corner of a mess tent, the Exceed frowned as he surveyed the area. Levy's tent was still standing, which was a good thing, but he hadn't seen her or Gajeel around, which could have been bad. Cautiously, he approached the tent, and lifted the flap enough for him to peek through. His jaw dropped at the sight.
The couple were naked, Levy riding the dragon slayer with enthusiasm as he lay in the bed, one of his hands covering her mouth to muffle the sounds as he gazed up at her, the adoration clearly showing in his expression.
Lily must have made some kind of sound in his shock, as ruby eyes flicked down to him and the Iron dragon slayer snarled silently at the Exceed, a clear warning to get the hell out. Lily dropped the cloth he was clutching in one paw and backed away from the tent, mildly scarred from the sight.
On one paw, he was happy for the couple, but on the other paw, he truly did not need to know. He guessed the dynamics of their little trio were changing, and he idly wondered if Gajeel would ask him to move out. Probably not, the Iron dragon slayer liked having his sparring partner so close, and Lily could definitely say the same about himself. Adding Levy to the mix likely wouldn't make much difference; he just had to be more careful about knocking before entering from now on. The Exceed grinned, making his way back to his own tent. He needed some rest, too.
Levy glanced towards the tent door, catching sight of the smallest movement as it dropped shut. Alarmed eyes dropped down to Gajeel as she slowed her tempo, and he shook his head at her. 'Lily' he mouthed, and she gave him an exasperated look. Yes, they needed to tell the Exceed, but she certainly didn't want him to find out by walking in on them.
Quickening her pace, the solid script mage experimented a little by flexing her pelvic muscles, and Gajeel's eyes rolled into the back of his head at the sensation. She could feel herself getting close, and her breath was coming in short, sharp pants as she flexed her internal muscles again. Gajeel shifted his hips and slammed up into her at just the right moment, and they both went flying over the precipice together, doing their best to keep quiet even as Levy moaned loudly into Gajeel's palm.
She collapsed on top of him, shifting so his softening length slid out of her, and he kissed her roughly, still coming down from his own orgasmic high. They held each other for a few moments, before Gajeel started arranging them, curling around her much smaller form protectively.
Levy snuggled into him, eyes drooping with exhaustion, and was soon out like a light. A smirk crossed the Iron dragon slayer's face as he watched her, content with the more than satisfactory outcome. She was his now, and he would guard her with everything he had. Actually, it was more accurate to say he was hers now. He'd bound himself to her, mind, body, and soul, and he had absolutely no regrets.
Casting his senses out, he found the full contingent of the Rune knights had returned, milling about and settling down after their impromptu run. Satisfied there was no danger lurking about, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. The future was uncertain, especially with the guild still disbanded, but whatever came at them, he knew he and Levy would be standing together until the end.
And there it is! I have a few more fics floating around in this strange, strange head of mine. I also owe you all the other companion piece that you voted on in Lucy and the Dragon Slayers (although if you haven't read that, I highly recommend it. Feel free to vote for your favorite ending to expand on!), although research is needed for that.
Let me know what you think, guys and gals. Have a great day wherever you are in the world!