And we have the last of the serious chapters! I hope you've all had an awesome New Year, and you're all safe and healthy.
GoddessxNyte2: Oh, it's gonna be long and spicy with Sting and Rogue alright. Unfortunately, I didn't write Cobra's babies, but I imagine they'd be hell-raisers. Poor Lucy.
desilang: Hey, you know how you wanted to see the StiRoLu ending? Here it is!
Warm arms wrapped around her just as her fingers brushed the wall, and she was pulled off balance into a firm body, something tickling against her face. An extra pair of arms snaked around her from behind, and she was suddenly sandwiched between two people. Lucy opened her mouth to scream, and she was pulled into a searing kiss, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. A nose pressed against her neck and audibly inhaled, and she struggled against the mystery men.
"Lucy, it's Rogue and Sting, you can relax." Rogue's voice was smooth and low in her ear, his breath tickling the golden strands of hair across junction of her neck. She stiffened further, and pushed against Sting to get his face off hers. The blond broke away from her, and looked down warmly at her in the darkness.
"We missed you." He purred, and the seductive lilt to his voice shot through to her core, and her stomach flipped.
"T- Turn the light on." She demanded shakily, and one of Rogue's hands removed itself from her waist before the light flicked on. They all blinked in the sudden brightness, and Lucy gulped at the intense look on the White dragon slayer's face. Rogue pressed himself against her back, his free hand curling in around her waist again.
"We couldn't let you go, Lucy." The raven-haired man whispered against her, and buried his face in her hair. The corner of Sting's mouth curved up in a predatory smile.
"We only just found you, after all." The blond continued for his partner, watching as her eyebrows furrowed together.
"What do you mean?" She asked, then belatedly added "And let me go!" Rogue sighed and nuzzled into her hair again.
"But I'm comfortable." He purred against her, and Lucy found it hard to breathe. "We've been searching for our mates for a long time." The Shadow dragon slayer explained, and slowly kissed the side of her neck. Sting hummed in agreement, and stepped closer to her, and brushed his lips against hers briefly.
"Ever since we came of age." Sting breathed against her, and she shivered at his tone.
"We didn't know what face you'd have until now, only that we'd know you once it was time." Rogue murmured, and his fingers deftly stroked the bare skin at her waist. Lucy's breathing was shallow and uneven as the twin dragons continued their slow, sweet assault on her senses, and she unconsciously clutched at them to keep her knees from giving way.
"We didn't think we'd have to fend off the others, or that we'd end up sharing you, but it's worth it. You're worth it." Sting whispered, stroking her cheek with gentle, gloved fingers. Her eyes were large, vulnerable as she stared up at him.
"But you're being compelled to do this. This isn't your choice." She protested weakly, and the blond gave her a devastating smile. Rogue kissed her neck again, and she could feel his lips curling into a grin against her.
"We've been eager to find you, Lucy. This is very much our choice." Rogue told her gently, and stepped back enough for her to turn and look at him. Brown eyes met ruby red, and she searched his expression for any hint of resistance.
"I want to see your face. All of your face." She breathed, and a slow smile spread over his features as he tucked his hair back behind his ear. He was beautiful. They both were, and they wanted to be hers. To love her, hold her, please her. She trembled at the realisation, at the utter magnitude of what it meant. They were giving themselves to her, mind, body, and soul, and she would have to be so careful with them, to guard their hearts and minds with everything she had. Her heart raced, and she could feel the dampness accumulating at the apex of her thighs. Her lips parted, and he leaned in to kiss her slowly, gently.
It was Sting's turn to caress her bare skin, gloved fingers gliding across her stomach, circling at her sides, dipping below the waistband of her skirt, and she whimpered into Rogue's mouth. She felt hot, needy, and she deepened the kiss, reaching up to pull the tie from his hair. Sting's warm mouth attached to the bare skin of her shoulder, and she moaned at the sensation. Threading one of her hands through long, dark, silky hair, she pulled Rogue closer to her. Her other hand came up, blindly reaching for Sting, and he purred in satisfaction as her fingers crept into his hair.
Gloved hands reached for the zipper of her skirt, and the fabric dropped to the ground. Lucy started in surprise, and broke off from the kiss, glancing down. She squeaked, cheeks burning, and Sting chuckled. Ruby met dark blue, and the dragon slayers as one pulled her crop top up and over her head, both thankful she'd forgone a bra that day. Her arms came down and she covered herself, speechless at the brazen act, and Rogue spun her around to face Sting.
"Watch." He murmured in her ear, and the blond winked at her. He licked his lips, and slowly reached for the ties of his gloves on his biceps, dark blue eyes intense on her face. Her knees went weak, and leaned heavily against the man at her back. He was going to strip for her, and she was helpless to do anything but watch.
"Wait. I think we need to be sitting for this." Rogue declared, and his partner nodded. Pulling the blonde bombshell over to her bed, he let her sink onto the downy blanket, and quickly closed the curtains. Fluffing up a few pillows, he joined her, sitting facing the room and pulling Lucy to him until she leaned back against him, her bare back to his still clothed chest. The White dragon slayer raised an eyebrow at his counterpart, and Rogue nodded that they were ready. Sting smirked, and his eyes fell to the blonde who was still covering her chest with her hands. He knew she wouldn't be for long, but if she needed to be comfortable until then, so be it.
He flicked open the ties at his biceps, and brought his fingers to his mouth, teeth delicately catching the fabric and tugging it away from his fingertips. Lucy's eyes were glued to the movement. Slowly, he rolled the gloves down his arms, uncovering his muscled arms inch by agonisingly slow inch, and Rogue began teasing her skin with light fingers in unison with Sting's actions. The blond finally pulled his gloves off, and tossed them to the side. He started on his vest next, playing with the fur at his neck for a few moments before he shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor.
He splayed his fingers across his belly, and caressed the muscles there, amusement crossing his features as he noticed Rogue copying his movements on their delectable mate. Her eyes were glassy, hazed with desire as she watched him, and he could hear her heart racing. The scent of her arousal was thick in the still air of her apartment, and he couldn't wait to please her.
Slowly, he dragged his hands up, and played with the edge of his own skin-tight shirt, and watched Rogue stroke the underside of her breasts. His eyes darkened with desire, and he pulled the fabric up and over his head, dropping it to the slowly growing pile of his clothing.
"Do you like what you see?" Rogue whispered in Lucy's ear. "He's kept himself so ready for you, for any need or desire you have, for as long as you want." His voice was low, seductive, and Lucy moaned, legs moving restlessly. The Shadow dragon slayer's hands gently unwound her arms, and caressed the rosy peaks of her breasts. She gasped and arched her back, breasts thrusting into his hands, head falling back onto his shoulder as her eyes slammed shut. Rogue nipped at her neck, and she peeked up at him through her eyelashes.
"Watch him. Don't look away." Rogue commanded, and she let out a soft whimper, dragging her eyes back to the blond in front of her. Sting's eyes were half-lidded as he watched her, and dipped his thumbs below his waistband. Her lips parted, and he wanted nothing more than to capture them with his own.
Slowly, he flicked open the button, swallowing as a pink tongue darted out of her mouth to wet her dry lips as she watched him. He dragged the zipper down, and his pants softly fell to the floor. Stepping out of them, he teased the waistband of his boxers, and slowly dragged them down his thighs until he was standing bare before her. Rogue's fingers flirted with the edge of her panties, rubbing soft circles against her skin, and she panted as she drank in the sight of the Light dragon slayer.
Her eyes fell on his cock, hard against the corded muscles of his thighs, and her breathing stuttered. He smiled at her, a sharp, hungry look, and grasped his thick length, slowly stroking himself.
"Look how hard he is for you, Lucy, how ready he is. Do you want him for your own?" Rogue murmured in her ear, and she nodded in a daze, utterly captivated by the man in front of her.
"I think she deserves a reward, don't you?" Sting asked his partner, tilting his head to the side as he watched her stare at the slow, hypnotic movement of his hand. Rogue grinned at him, and the blond smirked back. He moved, muscles rippling as he stalked the few steps towards the bed. He kissed her hungrily, stealing her breath away, and she gasped as he pulled away.
He pressed hot kisses to her throat, collarbones, across her breasts and paying special attention to dusky pink pebbled nipples, and she arched into him, their names coming out in breathy whimpers. Moving further down, he kissed her tight abdomen, and the edge of her panties. She tried to draw her knees together, but Rogue was faster. He hooked his knees and feet under hers, forcing her legs to open wider, and Sting grinned in appreciation. At the change in angle, Lucy could feel the Shadow dragon slayer straining against her, and she marvelled at his restraint, wondering exactly how far they had to go before he snapped and ravaged her. She wiggled against him in the limited movement she had, and he groaned into her neck, hips thrusting shallowly against her.
"Rogue's only barely holding himself back. Can you feel him? He's desperate for you." Sting purred against her skin, and Lucy whimpered, rocking her hips forward against the blond. Rogue groaned and thrust against her again, and his teeth grazed her neck, fingers kneading and pinching her generous breasts. Sting grinned, and tore Lucy's panties off her, licking his lips at the sight before him. Tight, cropped blonde curls covered her mound, and her position against his partner had her slick folds presented to him. He couldn't hold back any longer, and he dove in like a man possessed.
Lucy's voice climbed an octave as he sucked against her clit, fingers teasing and dipping into her core, and her hands buried themselves in blonde hair as stars burst behind closed eyelids, and her body trembled as she came.
"Sting." Rogue's voice was strained, and his partner glanced up, noting the sheer desperation in the dark-haired man's face. The blond pulled away from his new favourite position, and dragged Lucy to the side, sitting them up against the headboard.
Rogue turned heated eyes on the pair, panting, and struggling to bring himself under control as he moved, shifting to his knees on the bed to face them.
"Watch him." Sting whispered to the trembling blonde in his arms, and turned dark, lust-filled eyes on his partner. "Watch him like you watched me. He's beautiful under all those layers, and he's saved himself just for you." His fingers crept into the apex of her thighs and stroked against her slick folds.
"S- Sting!" She cried breathlessly, eyelids fluttering, and he licked the shell of her ear.
"Watch!" He insisted, and she dragged her eyes back to the other man. Having collected his ragged self-control and now sure he wasn't going to spurt in his pants like a teenager, he gave the pair a confident smirk, tilting his head to the side. He appreciated Sting keeping their mate prepared for them, and the mewls and gasps coming from her pretty lips made him want her even more.
His fingers pulled at the knot in the sash at his waist and it gave way easily. Tossing the dark fabric aside, he slid the kimono off his right shoulder, leaving him in just the lightly armoured chest plate and his pants. He played with the snaps at his neck for a moment, her eyes watching every twitch as she silently begged for him to pull it off.
He arched his head back so she could get a better view, and trailed his fingers along the line of his neck before flicking it open, baring his throat to her. He wasted no time in pulling off the chest plate, and shifted off the bed so he could work on his pants. Copying Sting's earlier movements, he dipped his thumbs below the waistband, drawing lazy circles as he watched Lucy, her fingers twitching to touch him. He rumbled in appreciation and flicked open the button, rewarding her for her eagerness. The fabric rustled as it dropped softly to the floor, leaving the Shadow dragon slayer in just his boxers, hard length straining against the fabric. Lucy whimpered at the sight, bucking her hips up into Sting's hand as her body sought the friction it needed to soar.
"Doesn't he look utterly edible like that, stripped down for you? Can you see how hard he is for you under that last little bit of fabric?" Sting whispered in her ear, and she moaned in response. "Tell him to take it off for you, let him hear how much you need him." The blond licked the edge of her ear again, and she whimpered. Rogue obligingly palmed himself through his boxers, slowly stroking himself as he waited.
"Rogue." Her voice was breathy, and shaking with need. "Please, take it off. I want you, need you inside me. Please, Rogue." She pleaded with him, and he closed his eyes briefly as her words struck him. Slowly, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and pushed, the black fabric sliding down his strong legs until he was bare before her.
Lucy's mouth dropped open as she drank in the sight of him, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she quietly noted that whilst Rogue was slightly shorter than his partner, their bodies were equally impressive. They were lean, muscular, and looked utterly edible. She wanted them. She wanted them now. She reached for the dark-haired man in front of her, and he closed the distance, sliding up her body with hot kisses, briefly dipping his tongue into her already dripping core, Sting holding her open for him. She cried out his name in ecstasy as she came again, bowing her back against the sheer intensity. Before she had time to recover, Rogue had sheathed himself inside her, and she gasped at the sudden intrusion. He had both length and girth, and her passage gripped him tightly as it stretched to accommodate him. He paused a moment, watching her face as it warred between pleasure and pain. He wouldn't move until she was ready, even though his dragon roared at him to take her.
Feeling fingers slide between them, he looked up at Sting in shock, and the blond smirked at him as he pressed down on Lucy's clit again, and she cried out, bucking her hips. Rogue moaned as she ground herself against him, and he began to move. Slowly, cautiously at first, but her hips rose to meet his every thrust, and he let himself go.
He gripped her hips tightly as he moved, speed increasing until he set a punishing pace. Lucy was incoherent under him, and Sting drew her into a searing kiss moments before Rogue struck, sinking his fanged teeth into the junction of her neck, and she howled into the blond's mouth. Sting pulled back and glared at Rogue a moment before sinking his own teeth into the other side of her neck, and she screamed at the sensation. Combining the bites with the building pressure between her legs had her sailing into another orgasm, pulling Rogue with her. He cried out her name as he came, throwing his head back, eyes shut as he shuddered with short, deep thrusts. He stilled, soaking in the moment before he was pulled backwards, and Sting took his place.
Lucy cried out at the loss of Rogue inside her, but gasped and thrust upwards as Sting slid into her, passage slick with Rogue's seed.
"Oh God, Lucy, you feel so much better than I imagined." The blond moaned, savouring her with long, slow strokes. Lucy whimpered, reaching up for him.
"Please Sting, more. I'm so close!" She pleaded, and his mouth crashed down onto hers as he snapped his hips against her, swallowing her scream as he buried himself to the hilt. He moved, releasing her mouth with a wild gasp, thrusting with everything he had as she writhed and bucked under him. Rogue had recovered enough to crawl up her side and latch a hot mouth onto her breast, and she came, stars bursting behind closed eyelids, toes curling as she cried out her release.
Sting's hips snapped against hers with renewed vigour, sweat beading on his forehead and rolling down his back as he felt his own orgasm approaching, the tingle at the base of his spine urging him on. He came with a roar, dragging Lucy with him over the edge into oblivion again. He gasped for breath, and dropped his sweat-slicked forehead onto hers, and she opened her eyes blearily to look up at him. He chuckled, and turned his head to glance at Rogue, the dark-haired man watching them contently with a small smile.
Collapsing to Lucy's other side, Sting yelped as he dropped off the edge of the bed, bare ass smacking against the wooden floor. Both Lucy and Rogue leaned over the edge of the bed to look at him, laughter dancing in their eyes.
"Your bed's too small." Sting grumbled, standing up and joining them again. Lucy hummed in amusement, pulling him closer so she was sandwiched closely between them, ignoring the way they stuck together with sweat-slicked skin. She yawned, closing her eyes.
"Shhh. Sleep now." She told him drowsily. He chuckled softly, and raised his eyes to meet his partner's. Rogue looked content, satisfied, and utterly smug, and Sting rolled his eyes at him. The Shadow dragon slayer raised an eyebrow checking if everything was okay with the blond, and Sting nodded minutely in return. They had their prize, their mate, and they would do their absolute damnedest to ensure she never left their sides again. Although, telling the guilds would be an interesting endeavour.
Telling their respective guilds was an interesting endeavour, and they arrived at Fairy Tail after a round of morning sex and showers, Lucy's skin littered with bite marks and walking mildly bow-legged. Natsu had whipped himself into outraged fury, and it had taken Gray and Master Makarov himself to stop him from beating the dragon twins senseless.
Then the questions started about the logistics of their relationship. Lucy was a Fairy Tail mage, Sting was Master of Sabertooth, Rogue his most trusted companion. Her closest friends at the guild had rallied around her, Levy hugging her tightly in understanding. The sadness that rolled through the guild at the understanding that Lucy, the Light of Fairy Tail, was leaving them was suffocating, and more than one person had shed tears.
Sting insisted on making the trip back to Sabertooth with her, to introduce her to the guild and make her position among them clear. The train trip to Crocus had both dragon slayers queasy, and their heads had ended up in her lap as she stroked their hair absently, watching the scenery flicker by outside the window.
Lucy was tense as her new home came into view, and Yukino squeezed her shoulder gently in support. The dress the blonde had chosen clearly showed the mating marks the dragon slayers either side of her had left, and they'd been affectionately approving of her choice. After their thorough and physical appreciation, Rufus had smirked at her and mouthed 'memorised', and her cheeks flushed red. Honestly, who knew the memory-make mage was such a pervert?
There were a fair few double-takes at their entrance, the guild cheering for their Master's return, but cutting it off short at the sight of the blonde Fairy Tail mage.
"A Fairy? What's she doing here?" Dobengal sneered, and both dragon slayers turned on him, snarling. The masked mage backed away, eyes wide at the threat display.
"I think Master Sting has an announcement!" Yukino shouted, hoping to avoid a murder in the middle of the guild hall, and Sabertooth fell into line. Sting scoffed, and lead Lucy over to the throne at the head of the room, sprawling in it, pulling her to sit on his lap. Rogue, for once, stayed standing next to the throne, arms crossed forebodingly, Lector and Frosch joining him. Pulling Lucy closer, he buried his nose into the junction of her neck near the white scales he'd left only a few days before and watched as his guild assembled before him. Minerva swept into the room and gave them a considering glance, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards at the possessive stances both dragon slayers had adopted.
"Alright everyone." Sting began, pulling away from Lucy's neck. "Yes, we have a Fairy in our midst. Both Rogue and I have mated with Lucy, and she will be joining Sabertooth. You will treat her with every respect that you would give myself or Rogue. If I find any of you have hurt or insulted our mate, well." He smiled darkly at the room at large, the gesture full of teeth and promises of violence. The room as a whole reflexively flinched. Lucy squirmed in his lap, clearly uncomfortable with his threats, and Rogue dropped a comforting hand on her shoulder. Sting glanced up at her, eyes softening.
"Unless you want me to take you here and now, please stop." He murmured, shifting under her, and her eyes widened comically as she froze. She could feel him stirring under her. Would he really follow through on his threat?
"Why are you going to take her here? She's here already." Frosch asked, completely oblivious. The entire guild took a moment as they figured out what the innocent Exceed meant, and several jaws dropped open. Lucy turned bright red. Sting patted her knee in comfort.
"Only if you want it, beautiful." He winked at her, and the blonde let out a low, distressed whimper.
"I think what Master Sting means is that we should welcome Lucy with open arms and treat her like one of our own. Isn't that right?" Minerva cut in, amusement dancing in her eyes. Sting nodded in agreement, and urged the blonde in his lap to stand.
"Now if you'll excuse us, we have a tour to hold." He declared, and his face fell as the dark-haired woman handed him a stack of papers.
"No, you have work to do. I'm sure Rogue can keep her entertained." Minerva's expression was neutral, but her eyes sparkled at the look on her guild leader's face. Turning to Lucy, she examined the blonde who shrank away from her.
"Welcome to Sabertooth." She said gently, giving the blonde a regretful smile before turning and walking away. Lucy stared after the woman in surprise, before being swept up by an excited Yukino.
A few weeks passed before Lucy finished packing up the life she'd build for herself in the small studio apartment, and handed over the keys to her landlady, who was shockingly sad to see her go. Erza had offered to drive the wagon over to the Sabertooth guild hall, a dangerous glint in her eye as she warmly declared it would be no issue for her. Natsu, Happy, and Gray tagged along, wanting to make sure Lucy was comfortable in her new home, and Wendy and Carla came along for moral support.
Unsurprisingly, they threatened the entire guild that if she ever even hinted at being upset, they'd come back and wreak vengeance. Lucy dropped her head into her hands in sheer embarrassment, and Sting laughed like they'd said something funny.
Late that night, as the three of them settled into bed, they settled her fears over leaving behind her family for a new guild. As Sting kissed down Lucy's stomach to bury his face between her legs, he paused a moment, staring up at her with a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"What is it?" Lucy asked, moaning as Rogue sucked at the skin on her neck.
"I can't wait for the day we can both fit inside you." He purred and dove in, flicking his tongue up and down her folds, and she whimpered at the thought, bucking her hips up towards him.
"I think she likes the idea." Rogue chuckled against her, and lightly pinched her nipples. Her voice climbed an octave, and she clutched at his hands, unsure if she wanted to urge him on, or draw them away, overwhelmed by the stimulation.
He kissed her again, and leaned his forehead against hers.
"Personally, I can't wait until you're round with hatchlings." His low voice was nearly a growl, and his eyes gleamed possessively. Her breathing turned ragged at his words, and her eyes fluttered shut at the image as he captured her lips again. Sting hummed against her core in agreement, and she cried out breathlessly into Rogue. They were going to break her, she just knew it. And she couldn't wait to see how they managed it.
And there's Sting and Rogue! Personally, this is my favourite ending, I had a lot of fun writing it, and I think it flows nicely. Next up is the final chapter, with all the crack!endings, and I hope you find them as amusingly hilarious as I do.