Hi lovely readers!

Here we have the concluding part of 'The Missing Dragneel', I have enjoyed writing this story so very much, it has honestly been one of the easiest to work with, the words just seem to flow.

This part was a request from Cmdr_fil on AO3, and I really hope you like it!

I'm saying concluding part, but if someone has any really good and interesting ideas to add to it, I'll definitely be all ears. From the start I've felt like there is so much more here than just these three small(if you count 8-9k words a piece as small) chapters. I could see myself expanding on this and making it into a full on fan fic, but will I ever get the time?

In other news, I have an update on chapter 2, got an anime tattoo and I wanted to show it off so give it a look if you are into that kind of thing! (this relates to AO3, come find me there if you're interested!)

Requests remain open and I am hopeful to get at least 2, maybe 3 more pieces published before I take a break for Christmas. Don't let that stop you with asking for things, just bear in mind it'll take some time until they appear!

Much love my smut lovers ;)

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Lucy was delirious with power.

As she sat atop her powerful vampire lover she marvelled at how good it felt to be in this position, watching him come undone by her actions. She was drunk on the illusion of control that she had, for it was an illusion, he could turn the tables in a nanosecond, and they both knew it.

This had been a long time coming, and she was going to savour every god damn second of it.

Her hips moved on him, grinding her drenched pussy lower and lower on to his impressive shaft, moaning unabashedly as she cupped her breasts. Riding him slow and hard, smirking at the way his ensnared hands wriggled and fought for freedom. He wasn't truly trapped, he could snap the satin sash that was binding him with a mere flick of his wrist, but he was enjoying it, and that's what Lucy loved the most…

~.~

A week had passed since the incident at the Halloween party, the deafening silence that had descended over the bathroom as Lucy alluded to the fact that she had fallen in love with her vampire.

Natsu had not known what to say, he was unaccustomed to being speechless, and as the seconds had drawn out, he watched as Lucy had crumpled into herself. The sadness that had filled her eyes, the uncertainty that had slumped her shoulders, and most of all, the tremble that had shook her delicate hands.

He had acted on pure instinct, wrapping the gentle and loving blonde into his embrace, showering her with little kisses as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, as much to reassure himself as it was to soothe her. She had sagged into the hug, letting him take her weight until she had finally stood once more.

With a straight back, Lucy had met his eyes with a steely glint of determination flickering in those heavenly chocolate orbs, and planted one long lingering kiss on his mouth before turning to leave.

When Lucy found the door to the bathroom was unmoveable, she had laughed, a hearty genuine laugh that filled Natsu's chest with such warmth that he felt uneasy for a moment. The pair exited the room together, coming face to face with a dozen frustrated and angry looking females who had been in desperate need of the room.

Lucy had been mortified and spent most of the rest of the evening a lovely pink colour as people continued to gaze at them with a mixture of annoyance and jealousy. Natsu had delighted in pointing out each look as he swept her around the dance floor in a quick waltz, her fingers tightening on his shoulders each time.

Overall, their first outing had been a success.

Lucy was glad that her friends had instantly taken a likening to her lover, and he had been such a gentleman and entertaining companion. Well, only a gentleman in public, he had not been so gracious when they had been alone, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

Still full to bursting with restrained lust, Natsu had chased Lucy around the mansion the second they slammed the front door shut. He had given her a five second head start, he was a gentleman after all, before tearing after her, following her squeals of laughter as she tried to evade capture.

He had taken her hard on the library floor, her dress pushed up her body, underwear ripped from her needy core as he buried his length into her from behind. Screwing her to the floor as he ravished her like the feral beast that he was, fangs sinking into the gentle curve of her shoulder as they both exploded into their shared orgasm.

It hadn't ended there, he wasn't sated, not yet.

Moving to her bedroom he had forced her to her knees, but not before he had pulled her heavy tits from their tight restraint. Playing with her nipples until they were taut and flushed from his greedy mouth, glistening with his saliva. Natsu had fucked her pretty mouth and throat, his fingers twisting into her golden hair as his hips snapped in a harsh rhythm with the bob of her head. His groans had been heavy, spurring Lucy on as he slipped further into her throat until he could take no more and painted the inside of her mouth with his seed.

It had been finally time to get her out of the exquisite gown, peeling it from her creamy flesh until she stood in only her thigh highs and heels. Their fucking had quickly turned intimate, softening around the edges into a heady love-making. Natsu worshipped every inch of her, his hands and mouth moving in tandem to ensure her utter ecstasy. Lucy had orgasmed three times before he allowed himself his own pleasure, foreheads pressed together, eyes locked as they soaked in the aftershocks of their release.

As Lucy lay asleep by his side, that was when he allowed his mind to wander. To think over what she had revealed to him, prodding at his feelings was not something he enjoyed, but it was now necessary. Natsu wasn't sure he had ever loved someone before, not outside of familial love, how could he tell if this was what he was feeling now?

He thought of how he would feel if Lucy were to decide to move on, a desire to start a family taking root in his beautiful blonde. Images of Lucy growing weary with him, tiring of remaining hidden in his dark shadow, her meeting another man, someone who could walk in the light beside her. His teeth ground together as a sharp pain exploded where his heart lay, unbeating for so very long, how could such pain manifest in an organ that no longer lived?

The epiphany hit him like a bolt of lightning, visibly jolting him were he lay in the bed. He shook violently as the realisation washed over him like a wave of understanding;

He loved Lucy Heartfilia.

~.~

Lucy had been suspicious, there had been a definite change in Natsu, not that she was complaining.

He was still the fearsome dominant male that he always had been, yet there was a new dynamic to how he interacted with her. He stopped retreating to his own room as often, preferring to remain in her bedroom whenever he had his day naps, and he seemed more aware of her habits and daily routine than he had before.

The evening that he had disclosed his newest wish, she had almost fallen out of her chair.

"Will you take me clothes shopping Ms Heartfilia?" he asked, the tone of his voice as commanding as ever, yet Lucy could detect the merest hint of nervousiness as he spoke.

She spluttered, the mouthful of hot tea slipping down the wrong way as she thumped her chest, coughing and wheezing until she was finally able to get her breathing under control.

"Such a pantomime," he drawled, his brow arched as he watched in light amusement at Lucy's bright red face.

He wants to go clothes shopping?! Seriously, I've never seen him outside of his usual 'vamp' get up or his adorable button up pyjamas.

Lucy couldn't help but smile, she adored whenever she caught Natsu in his sleep attire, the grey fabric stiff and unyielding on his body, but just so cute. No one would ever think of a powerful vampire wearing nightwear like that, and it always tickled her.

"S-sure. What are you looking to get?" she asked, trying not to sound as enthusiastic as she felt inside. The thought of him maybe, just maybe updating his looks truly thrilled her. Natsu was downright handsome, the man had no right to look as fucking delicious as he did, but she knew that with the right clothes he would look even better, if that were indeed possible.

He huffed, a little pout appearing on his soft lips before the tips of his fangs peeked out to rest on his bottom lip. Lucy squirmed, as she always did on sight of his sharp canines, and he noticed. Natsu crooked his finger, beckoning her over with one simple action.

As Lucy willingly slipped on to his awaiting lap, his arm circled her slim waist and he nuzzled into her neck, savouring her warmth and the decadent smell of her blood under her skin.

"I was thinking, that perhaps its time that I modernise. Just a bit," he hastily added as Lucy could not contain the happy little dance that erupted in her at those words. His fingers sunk into her flesh, eliciting a quick moan as Lucy ceased her wiggling.

Lucy lowered her mouth to his, feathering kisses around his lips until they finally met in a sweet yet searing kiss. She nibbled on his lower lip, stroking it with her tongue until he let her slip inside to explore. Lucy knew it was dangerous, but she could not stop herself from running her tongue along his deadly sharp fangs, adoring the groan that rumbled in his chest as she so brazenly teased him.

~.~

The shopping trip had not been as fun as anticipated, Lucy had expected to at least see the results, but nope.

She picked out armfuls of clothes for him to try, Natsu remaining passive, if not a little stiff as he glared from the bright fluorescent lighting of the shops. He already looked different, having been forced by Lucy to leave the damn cape and gloves at home!

Natsu looked like a young corporate guy, his crisp white shirt tucked neatly into his black pants. His pink hair was unruly as ever, looking like he had just had incredible sex, which of course they had before departing the mansion. His skin glowed a little more pallidly in the artificial lighting, yet there was a rosiness to his cheeks thanks to Lucy's blood that was coursing through him.

She was in her element, picking different fitting t-shirts, vests, shirts, jeans, sweatpants, hoodies and all other manner of clothing for him to try on. Yet when she had tried to follow him into the changing area, he turned with a scowl on his face.

He pointed to a chair that was usually reserved for bored men waiting on their girlfriends and wives to be finally done with shopping. As she sank into the soft seat, her heart also sank, and the wild fantasies she had been stoking of the two of them getting freaky in a changing room slowly wilted.

After three hours of the repeated steps; Lucy selecting mountains of items, Natsu trying them on and never with Lucy being allowed to see, they finally headed home with their bags of goodies. Lucy had been gobsmacked when Natsu had whipped out a black credit card from seemingly nowhere in the first store, giving her an annoyed nudge with his hip as she had fumbled in her own purse to pay.

She had questions, so many questions for him, and they were driving her demented.

~.~

Natsu knew that she was dying to ask him things, and he knew exactly what they would be without even having to think about it. Where did the credit card come from? Did he have money? Why couldn't she see him getting changed? Just what the hell was going on?

His head pounded from the whole experience, although he was happy with the purchases he had made. He was used to be secretive, did he want to spill everything to her? The truth was that he did, desperately.

It was barely 10pm, Natsu carefully unpacked his new clothes, looking them over with a certain amount of disdain. When had clothing become so casual? As he laid out the items on Lucy's bed, he sighed and girded himself for what was to come. There an an uneasiness in him, a small tremor of fear that he disliked immensely. Natsu was not one for feeling unsure of himself, but he was about to lay himself bare before the girl he had come to realise he loved.

She was working on her manuscript, the one that was at best, vaguely based on him, he opened the connection as he squared his shoulders. "Lucy?" he called out to her, revelling in the warming embrace as Lucy welcomed him into her mind.

"Hm?" she replied, clearly distracted by whatever she was reading over. He didn't like not having her full attention, he was utterly selfish when it came to her attention.

"I want to show you one of my new outfits, and I thought I would be gracious enough to let you choose it Ms Heartfilia," he murmured, sending a small amount of power down the connection to place a chaste kiss on her pulse point, it was already jumping from him words.

She didn't even reply to him, only hurtling along the hallways until she burst into the room, panting lightly at the exertion of getting here so fast. He chuckled at the darkly fascinated look in her eyes, the way her gaze swept over the items on the bed before settling on him, lingering on him as she always did.

Lucy was like a kid in a candy shop, she was practically bouncing with glee. She clapped her hands together as Natsu rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to stem the headache that was fast spreading over his temples.

He watched from a distance, trying to seem indifferent as she pondered her choices. Natsu cocked his head when she was finally satisfied; a dark blood red fitted tee, charcoal grey jeans and the black leather jacket that had actually been Natsu's only choice for himself.

"Does this mean I get to see you put it on?" she purred as she walked to him. One finger traced his top button, and he faltered.

If he didn't do this now, he never would.

He licked at his suddenly parched lips, watching the look of desire from Lucy soften into something else, something he didn't want to think about too much right now. "Yes, and I hope it doesn't change things," he said, his voice timid for the first time since they had met.

Lucy was confused, her brow scrunching in that adorable way that he was so fond of, and her nose wrinkling as he took a few steps out of her reach. This had more meaning behind it than she had first anticipated, cautiously she sat on the edge of her bed.

Natsu was methodical in his undressing, trying not to think of how Lucy might react. There was a reason he never took his clothes off when he was with her, despite the many times she had tried to get a sneak peek. He was guarded about his body, conscious of what lay beneath his protective layers.

Fingers swift and steady, he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the tails from his pants. As each button opened, Lucy watched as she took in the white vest under shirt that lay beneath, she had always assumed it was just a shirt on his torso, but no.

The shirt lay discarded by the door to the bathroom, his belt unbuckled and it set a shiver racing through Lucy as her eyes lit up from the sound. His pants were slowly peeling down his legs until he kicked out of them, his bare toes curled into the thick rug by her bedside as he stood in only the vest and modern black boxers which made her quirk a brow.

"Modern underwear is more comfortable," he groused, running a hand through his hair as Lucy placed a hand over her mouth to stop her giggling. She would swear he was blushing and it was cute.

His fingers caught the hem of the vest, and Lucy definitely noticed the quick shake that appeared in his hand before he controlled it, his face set in a grim expression.

She was on her feet, taking the few steps until she stood before him, her hand covering his and stopping him.

"Let me help," she whispered, their gazes locked and there was a quick look of fear that flitted through his eyes before being replaced with determination. His hands dropped away as Lucy took the hem in her fingers, she let out a breathy exhale as she felt his bare skin touching her for the very first time.

She lifted the vest, never looking away from his handsome and clouded face. He lifted his arms so that she could pull it off over his head, tossing it towards the growing pile of discarded clothes. His Adam's apple bobbed, eyes darting down, silently asking Lucy to look, and she did.

The gasp was not intentional, she simply had not expected what she saw.

Natsu's strong chest was defined, his pectorals like sculpted marble, the skin smooth until it met the top of a mass of scarred flesh. The entire length of his stomach was twisted, clearly it had been torn open at some point and this was the only way it had healed. There were faint jagged edges to the scar, and it was clear that the muscles that he worked hard to maintain were as strong as the rest of him, but it looked...painful.

Her fingers reached out to touch it, his stomach quivered as the pads met his flesh and explored it. To her surprise, the skin was not rough as she had imagined, it was supple under her touch, but as he let out a groan, she jumped.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked, lifting her gaze to his face.

Natsu could not see fear, disgust, rejection. All the things he had been so sure would have been evident on her face. He hated his scar, did everything in his power not to look at it, and yet she looked at him with such curiousity and sadness in her eyes.

He shook his head, fascinated by the way she lifted her hand to continue touching him.

She was edging into his body like a cat sneaking closer to the fire, the brush of her hair on his bare shoulder, it was heavenly. He had to ask, couldn't let this go any further without knowing, he would not be pitied.

"Does this bother you?" he asked, gesturing at the scar with disgust. He gripped her chin, tilting her head up to see her face.

Lucy smiled, "no Natsu, nothing about you bothers me," she answered, and the honesty of her words shone brightly. He kissed her, wrapping himself around her and marvelling in how his skin sung from every point they connected.

"Will you tell me what happened?" she asked when they broke for air.

Natsu nodded, "I will, but not right now," he answered before steadying her away from his body. "I thought you wanted to see the new clothes?" he asked, a hint of his old self shining through.

Lucy was in no mood to be denied, she snaked her arms around his neck, fingers quick to twist into the hair at the nape of his neck and making him bare his throat more. She stepped back into his body and licked up the column of his throat.

"Later." she cooed before giving him a playful shove and making him lay back on the bed. She stopped at the edge to pull off her own white camisole top, then crawled atop him, making sure her ass swayed exaggeratedly in her short grey skirt.

His eyes were back to those of a predator, the iris almost blown out by the dilated pupil. When she was above him, his hands rested on her perfectly rounded hips, admiring how her hair hung down like a waterfall to cover their faces.

She dipped to kiss his lips but quickly veered off to kiss at his neck instead, smiling at the frustrated growl he gave her, fingers digging in and telling her she was naughty. Lucy wanted to worship this man, her lover, her vampire, her partner.

Her mouth was hot and hungry, stoking at the flames of desire that were spiking within him. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this naked with a woman, probably back when he was mortal, and those dalliances hardly counted. Back in the times before the scar, when he had been young and foolish, uncaring if his partner got their pleasure, as long as he got his.

Now as he lay here, his erection grazing his underwear and begging for release, he indulged in being taken care of for once. Lucy's mouth was blazing a scorching path over his skin, leaving a wet trail of saliva in her wake. Every single one of his nerve endings was on fire, it felt both amazing and torturous. Teeth nipping at his collarbone before descending lower, a little pink tongue circling each of his darkened nipples until she nipped at those too.

"Aah, Luce," he grunted, his hips thrusting upwards as he felt the delicious spike of pain as she bit him lightly. She chuckled against his skin, never stopping in her exploration and his insides clenched as she reached his scar.

Her lips were light, almost reverential in how she used them on him. The kisses so tender, pouring love into her every stroke of his gnarled flesh until he felt a splash of dampness hit him. As he lifted his head, he could see the steady trickle of tears from Lucy's eyes. She nuzzled her cheek against the hideous scar, trying to hide her eyes from him, but it was too late.

Natsu lifted her upwards until she was again straddling his waist, pressing on her back until she was draped over his entire length, "why are you crying sweetheart? I promise it doesn't hurt," he murmured to her, stroking her back soothingly.

Lucy let out a shuddering breath, she nuzzled deeper into his neck, mad at herself for breaking the mood, but also having to confess this to him.

"I just hate the thought of you in pain. It might not hurt now, but it must have done at the time, and I'll wait until you are ready to tell me, but – oh Natsu, I'd do anything to keep you safe," she gushed, rambling on until he placed his finger on her lips.

"You know it's meant to be my job to keep you safe, Ms Heartfilia. Do you not think I could protect you now that you've seen this? I can promise you that this happened before my transformation, and there isn't a thing in this world that would keep me from you," he hissed, a little angry at her want to protect him.

Lucy's cheeks puffed, annoyed that his male ego was wounded when she only wanted to demonstrate how badly she cared for him. Then the idea struck here, it wasn't something she had ever even contemplated before, but now it was all she could think of. Not now, she had to wait until the timing was right, he would brush her off if she asked now.

She let him roll her over, his strong body braced above her as she parted her thighs to cradle his lower half. He nipped at her neck, nose running the length of her throat as she purred the words she knew would heat his blood, "I guess you are just gonna have to prove how strong you are, oh mighty protector."

She was teasing him and it was working.

Natsu issued a warning growl, his fangs gnashing as he bit through the front of her bra and quickly dived to her left nipple. He rolled it against his tongue, pulling on it with sudden harshness until Lucy mewled like a kitten, her head tipped back as he swapped to the other side and repeated the process.

His hands were everywhere, except from where she wanted them. She wiggled her hips to catch his attention, rubbing her now damp core over the hard erection in his boxers and he hissed at her. He flipped her over again, she tried to turn herself but his hand was quick to press down between her shoulder blades as he knelt between her legs.

He held her down with the one hand as the other hiked up her grey skirt, fingers skimming over the edge of her lace panties. Natsu freed his straining cock, lubricating himself with the moisture that had already seeped from the tip and pumped once as he gazed down at the still struggling Ms Heartfilia.

"Stop squirming my dear, it'll only hurt more. You tease me too readily these days, there are consequences to your actions," he mused, delighting in the little puffs that were blowing from her mouth as she watched him from the corner of her eye.

His hand was a blur of motion, rubbing her generous ass cheeks before striking down with more force than he had used with her previously. Lucy gasped, trying not to struggle as the stinging bite of his palm laced her cheeks, and he had worried a little. Small sobs were bursting from her mouth, and he would have stopped, never truly wishing her harm, yet what he scented painted a very different picture.

Lucy had already been aroused, he was all too familiar with her scent, but as he started to spank her, it changed. Intensified and clung in the air around them, after a few more spanks his fingers slipped under her panties and returned utterly drenched her juices.

He slipped his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean before leaning over her body to whisper in her ear, "you like it when I use my power over you, don't you? Such a little slut for me, you are soaking," he bit at her, his fingers slipping back to rub at her folds as he spoke the last part.

She mewled and writhed, desperate for friction and even more desperate for him.

Natsu pressed the head of his cock against her panties, letting her feel him there, so close but yet so far. "Tell me Lucy, what do you want?"

Lucy was on fire, if he didn't take her now she would go insane. Her need was so tightly coiled deep inside that it almost hurt, and he knew it. "I want you, Natsu, please," she whimpered, sounding exactly like the slut he had painted her as.

"Hm, you have me sweetheart. You'll have to be more specific," he chuckled darkly, enjoying her frustration, the thrill of his control over her was overwhelming.

Lucy grunted, craning her neck around as much as she could bear to look at him, seeing the smug look in his eyes as she opened her pretty little mouth, "I want your cock. I need you to fuck me like I've been a naughty girl. I ne-" she was cut off by the sudden force of being entered.

The air was knocked from her as Natsu stuffed his entire length into her pussy with one swing of his hips, bottoming out and grunting as his balls slapped against her clit with a wet sounding thump.

Oh god, don't stop. Don't ever stop fucking me.

Lucy could weep from the pleasure, the exacting way that he thrust into her, stopping to circle his hips and making sure her aching clit got all the attention it needed too. She would never have better sex, it simply wasn't possible, no one would ever be able to make her feel both this submissive and powerful all at the same time.

"Is this what you wanted Lucy?" he asked heatedly, his nails grazed along her back, faint red lines appearing briefly before vanishing. Natsu was on edge, this whole evening had been exhausting, and to finally lose himself in Lucy, his Lucy, well it was more than he could take.

Their naked bodies were flush against each other, skin slick with sweat that highlighted every contour on their lithe frames. Natsu held himself on his forearms, mouth suckling hard on her shoulder, bruising the skin with his intensity.

"Bite me," she whimpered, sending a shudder to course directly to his cock as it was slamming into her welcoming heat. She had never asked him to do that before, yes she didn't mind being his meal, but to ask for it outright...fuck!

His vision turned misted, he knew his eyes were crimson with blood lust, his fangs throbbed in his mouth and lengthened until they pressed into his lower lip. His mouth descended as he picked up the pace, the bite timed perfectly to when he kissed her cervix and she yowled and bucked beneath him.

His mouth clung on as she wildly writhed, her hips thrusting upwards to meet him halfway as he fucked her raw. It was over before he wanted it to be, her walls convulsing to such a crescendo that she practically forced him to cum.

His seed spurting into her with fiery abandon, the ripples of pleasure washing over the pair as they lay spent on the bed. Piles of new clothes lay rumpled around them, forgotten in their unadulterated lust and desire.

"That wasn't exactly how I imagined this evening going," Natsu acknowledged, sweeping Lucy up and placing her into the sheets as he stood naked at the foot of the bed. Her half lidded eyes watched as he valiantly tried to tidy up the mess, she devoured him with his eyes and Natsu would swear she was purring.

"Liar," she teased, "you always imagine the evening ending in sex." It certainly wasn't a lie, yet Natsu had not known how she would react to the most hated part of him, he was moved by how tenderly she had treated him and his mangled scar.

Natsu stuck his tongue out at her, wriggling his eyebrows as he marched to the bathroom with the outfit she had chosen seemingly forever again.

"Did you just stick your tongue out at me? Mr Dragneel, how rude!" she mocked, her hand fluttering on her chest in mock aghast.

Natsu growled, speaking over his shoulder before slamming the door, "don't test me again Ms Heartfilia."

~.~

The man was a god.

Lucy's jaw dropped as he stepped out of the bathroom. The tee fit snugly over his broad shoulders and sculpted torso, hugging his chest and she could see just the faintest hint of his happy trail that led into the well fitting jeans that hugged his ass in a way that should have been illegal. The leather jacket set the whole outfit off perfectly; he looked like the kind of bad boy that you just had to try and tame, and he was all hers.

"Does it look alright?" he asked, a little self doubt evident in his onyx stare as he looked down upon himself with a frown.

"Baby, if we hadn't just fucked...I would be on my knees sucking your cock right now. You look sinfully delicious," she admitted, delighting in the way his eyes widened and his cock hardened against his thigh.

"I don't see why that should be stopping you," he growled, pressing his hand against his erection, and that's exactly what she did. Spending the rest of the night worshipping her man, her vampire and the person she was going to be with for the rest of her existence…

~.~

It was becoming a familiar thing, wrapped in a cocoon of blankets and entwined limbs, basking in the afterglow of incredible sex, and Natsu was starting to enjoy the warm feelings that it gave him. It soothed a part of his soul to have Lucy wrapped in his arms, not always naked, it was still very new to him, but he was adjusting.

One of those evenings, tracing idle patterns on her stomach as she tried to contain her giggles, he was contemplating how to tell her the story of his scar, the story of how he had become a vampire, when she once again shocked him.

"Natsu, I want you to make me a vampire," she said calmly, her eyes boring into him as he swung around to look at her.

He was dumbstruck, did she even know what she was asking? To become like him, craving blood to sustain his dark existence, having to shy away in the shadows, and what about her friends? He knew that she had no family, her parents having died when she was young, but what about Levy?

"Do you even know what you are asking me?" he spat, sitting up and creating a distance between them as Lucy huddled into the soft blanket that covered her naked body.

He stopped her from replying, his anger at her naivety over the situation growing with every passing second, "I was looking for a way to tell you this gently, but fuck it, you need to know the truth."

Natsu pushed his hand through his hair, moving it out of his eyes as he started his sorry story.

"When I was 25, I was young and foolish. I thought I had the world under my heel, and that I would be a somebody in this city. I would use my family's money to improve more than just myself, I wanted to give back and make things better for others.

That was my downfall.

I didn't see the threats until it was too late.

The stories all say that I had no enemies or people bearing grudges, well that was only because the people that wanted me dead were the most powerful and influential people in the city. They were able to cover everything up, and truth being told, they don't know what truly befell me.

For all they knew, their devious ploy worked, and I was dead."

His voice shook as he remembered those power hungry vultures, the society that was so resistant to change for fear it would diminish their profits. Fuck the people of the city, the ones that worked for them, and they would have been nothing without.

"They hired some local thug to take care of me, to be careful and make it look like a bar fight that turned nasty.

I wasn't a complete idiot, I could handle myself and was able to send the thug packing, but he got me before I could send him running for his life."

Natsu slammed his fist into the wall by the bed, Lucy yelped and huddled further into the blanket as she listened intently.

"The fucker stuck his knife into my gut, and I passed out from the blood loss. It was winter and the cold weather had driven wildlife further into the city looking for food. Well, a small wolf pack found me, and that's how I got this fucking scar. They chewed on me pretty good until I was 'saved'."

Lucy didn't know what to think, it all sounded like the plot from a movie. She watched silently as Natsu paced back and forth, his shoulders tight with tension and an almost tangible air of fury that clung to his form.

"Makarov, my maker, found me. He had sworn that he would not turn anyone else, but he tells me that there was an undeniable spark of life clinging to me, begging him to save me, and he listened. He had lived more lifetimes than you would believe, and was as jaded by the world he lived in as I was.

He took me back to where he had been living, and turned me into what I am today.

It's not a romantic process Lucy, its not a simple drink your blood until you're dry then feed you some of my own.

No, it's a drawn out process and I'm not sure I would want to put you through it."

Natsu scrubbed his hand down his face, he felt tired, so damn tired all of a sudden. His ire slipping into an almost sadness as he contemplated a future where he didn't turn her. One where she would eventually die of old age, leaving him alone once more, and it broke his still heart.

Lucy moved, it was instinct now, she had to soothe his hurt and make him whole again. She loved this man, every little angle of his character, the changes she had witnessed over the past few months since they first met. Natsu was complicated, a mystery she was still untangling and this was just another piece of the puzzle.

He leant into her warm embrace, her legs wrapping around his stomach as she sat at the very edge of the bed and nuzzled into him. She placed one kiss on the spot over his heart and looked at him, "answer me these questions truthfully," she asked.

"Do you love me?" she swallowed, holding her breath as she waited for his answer.

"Yes," was the quick reply, startling her at how easy that came from him. He seemed startled too, but he quickly broke into an easy smile which sent her heart soaring at the sight.

She smiled, "do you want to spend the rest of your time with me?"

"Of course I do, Lucy, the thought of being here without you – fuck, it hurts too bad to even think about," he answered.

"Well, that's exactly how I feel," she said quietly, "the thought of leaving you here, alone and without someone to care for you, it makes me sick to my stomach. My heart feels like it actually burns from the thought of losing you somehow, or what if I get sick and there is no cure?"

If Natsu's heart could beat, it would be beating so wildly that it could be felt in other rooms. He melted, sinking on to the bed and cradling his beautiful Lucy to his chest as she began to openly sob.

Was he really considering this? Did he dare believe that he could truly have Lucy forever? The alternative hurt too much to think about, this was it, the point of no return…

"I'll have to drink more of your blood than I usually do, then you'll have to drink some of mine. It takes around five sessions until the transformation fully takes roots. Are you sure you want to do this, once we start there will be no going back?"

Lucy flicked him on the nose like he was a disobedient puppy, and he growled in annoyance, swatting her hand away angrily.

"Get on with it Mr Dragneel," she teased, nipping on his earlobe affectionately.

He moved fully on to the bed, sitting with Lucy straddling his hips. "I'm going to bite you, and then I'll bite into my wrist so you can drink. You aren't going to like it, but keep going until I say stop, got it?" he demanded, full of his usual authority.

Lucy wiggled in his lap, eliciting a low growl from the vampire.

"Got it," she purred.

Natsu was quick to plunge his fangs into his favourite spot on her neck, she trembled against him as her fingers clung to his shoulders. Small mewls of pleasure bubbling from her plush lips as he drank past his normal stopping point.

He could hear her heart rate slowing, and it scared him.

He withdrew and watched through lust filled eyes as she flopped against his chest, panting slowly as her skin became slick with cold sweat. He bit into the flesh of his wrist and hastily pressed it into her parted lips, her tongue flicked out and swept over the open wound. She licked at his skin until he felt her mouth clamping over his wrist and the heavy drag of her sucking his blood into her body.

It was over quickly, Lucy slipping into a quiet delirium as he had expected from the hit of vampire blood in her system. He tucked her in for the night and didn't stray far from her side as he watched over her with an excitement building in him at the possibility of their shared future.

~.~

Lucy could only describe her dreams as like fever dreams; they moved so fast she could not fully comprehend what her brain was trying to tell her. Vivid colours, incessantly loud sounds and such odorous smells assaulted her every sense, and it was more than a little unnerving.

When she had finally awoken, the winter sun creeping into the room and casting long panels of light on to the cold wooden floor, she wanted to rush over and throw over the curtains as the light hurt her aching eyes.

She struggled to sit up, Natsu's grip on her body effectively pinning her into his side, but after several careful manoeuvres she was finally free. As her feet hit the plush rug she was swept with an overwhelming urge to vomit; clamping a hand to her mouth she ran for the bathroom, making it just in time to spill the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

A cool hand swept the hair back from her face, scooping it up and out of the way as she continued to retch and shudder against the cold porcelain bowl. Natsu shushed her, stroking cooling fingers against her brow as she whimpered.

"Lucy, I'm sorry. I had forgotten about this part, my transformation was so long ago and – fuck, I should have remembered." he chastised himself grimly.

The rest of the day was spent in bed with Natsu being on hand for any need that Lucy may have. Things had turned heated when she had asked for assistance with an 'itch' she had between her legs, but the vampire had pulled himself away at the last second, claiming she needed her strength much to Lucy's growing annoyance.

The next three sessions had been the same, except Natsu seemed unwilling to have sex with her, and it hurt her heart with each continued rejection. The rational part of her brain knew that he was simply concerned, scared even, that he might cause more harm by being with her, but it was hard not to take it personally when she was used to being ravished at least once a day.

Each day she would awaken, later and later into the day and she knew that things were indeed changing. Lucy's appetite was almost non existent, despite Natsu's insistence that he could eat, just not too much and that she should continue to do so as well. Her hearing was more sensitive, she was able to detect exactly where Natsu was in the mansion just by standing still and listening and she delighted on finally being able to jump out and scare him for once, it was so very fun.

She had expected these changes, Natsu had warned of what to expect with such worry in his dark gaze as he continued his vigil over her.

The day of the final blood exchange arrived, Lucy awoke with a jolt running the length of her body. It was already getting dark outside, a quick peek at her new alarm clock told her that it was 4pm and the absence in the bed meant that her vampire was already up and about.

She slipped from the bed and dragged on her lilac satin robe, fastening the sash as she scurried to take care of her needs. It was during this time that a wave of heat tore through Lucy's body, it sent her almost to her knees with the intensity. Every inch of her skin felt prickly with need, the soft satin of her robe on her naked flesh was nice, but not enough. Heat flooded between her legs, making her press her thighs together for that much craved friction. Her nipples were taut and her breasts felt achingly heavy.

What is going on?

She jumped at every little touch against her, even opening the bathroom door made her want to mewl like a kitten. Her mind was clouding fast, images of her wildest escapades with Natsu running rampant; her being punished in the bathroom stall, the dreams before they met, Natsu with his head between her legs, Natsu taking her from behind in the library, above her in the living room. It went on and on, she was panting heavily as her eyes tried to focus.

Need to find him. Need him NOW!

Every single cell in her body was begging for him, and with that urge controlling her she managed to walk from the room without falling or stumbling. Lucy stopped at the bedroom door, listening intently until she could hear him, he was in his now mostly unused room.

~.~

Natsu could hear Lucy approaching, the pad of her bare feet as she strolled closer and closer to him. There was something ever so slightly off about her scent, but he did not expect what greeted him in the doorway.

Lucy stood bathed in some kind of ethereal light, her golden hair loose and round her shoulders. The lilac satin bathrobe hung from one shoulder, showing him there was absolutely nothing beneath and the sash tied haphazardly around her slim waist. Her eyes burned into him with such ferocity that he almost took a step back from her before he steeled his nerves and a crooked smile played on his lips.

"Did you miss me sweetheart?" he cooed, tilting his head as he slowly drank in every inch of her on display.

Two strides and she was before him, he blinked, fuck her speed had increased already…

Lucy pressed herself into his body, rubbing against his white shirt like a cat basking in the sun. Her fingers clutched at him, he could feel the dig of her nails through the material and it was arousing. Before he could react, she had moved back, walking backwards whilst crooking her finger for him to follow.

Natsu gulped audibly, choosing to follow the unusually silent Ms Heartfilia through the quiet hallways until they were both back in, what he should really start referring to as, their bedroom.

Fingers twisted deep in his hair as Lucy pounced on him, he grunted taking her weight as she twisted around his lean body like a deadly snake. Her mouth was hot and wet, kissing feverishly over the skin of his neck. A rumble of frustration echoed in her chest, hands flying to yank at his shirt until the buttons popped off and the edges were forcibly moved to the sides.

"Need you," she whined, her mouth only lifting to let those two words slide out before she was back to attacking him. Natsu wasn't sure, but it felt like her canines had lengthened as she nipped at his collarbone, drawing a deep hiss from him. His little vixen was rubbing herself determinedly against his groin, shuddering when she felt the press of his growing erection against her needy little heat.

He was about to take over, throw her upon the bed and make her see stars until her toes curled into his back when she stopped him.

Lucy's chocolate eyes flashed a faint pink before turning to a much deeper brown, "let me have the control," she asked on a whimper, her chest rising and falling fast as she pleaded with him.

Natsu chuckled, nodding his head and relenting his dominance...for now.

Her hungry was palpable, the tightness in her lower stomach almost unbearable as she undressed her man. He stood still, patiently watching her as she grew aggravated at the slip of her fingers unbuckling his belt, her actions becoming frenzied until he was at last naked before her.

She took his hand and led him to the bed, pushing his chest until he looked up at her from the soft pillows, the scorching look caused a small gush between her legs and she quivered. Quickly untying and dropping her robe, she pulled the satin sash from it as Natsu looked on with a puzzled expression.

"Lift your hands above your head," she commanded, settling herself astride his stomach, his rigid cock standing to attention between her ass cheeks.

His eyes blazed, the indecision showing for only a second before he willingly lifted the arms above his head, hands meeting as if in prayer. Lucy moved swiftly to wrap the satin length around them and gave an experimental tug.

It was all an illusion, they both knew it, nothing could hold Natsu back if he didn't want it to, and this knowledge only fed her desires. Fuelling her lust as he allowed her this control, gifted it to her as he had done for no one else.

There was no preamble, no wicked teasing from the blonde. She lifted herself and placed a hand around his girth until she was above him and ready to press down. Her need was too great for dragging this out, she needed him inside her like never before, and as she slowly sank down the feeling was euphoria.

Natsu groaned as Lucy impaled herself on his length, he watched his cock disappear into her soaking pussy and he burned for her. Her tight walls welcoming him home and convulsing around him as she rocked back and forth.

As much as her need was too great for her to wait to take him inside her, she also didn't want this to be over quickly. Her pace was slow, her hips rocking back and forth as she lowered herself to suck and bite at his skin. Enjoying the slight squirm that she pulled from him as she let her hot tongue swirl around each of his nipples before teasing them with her teeth.

Lucy worshipped his scarred stomach, trying to treat it like she would any other part of him, nipping in places before licking away any lingering hurt from the bites. Natsu groaned openly, and she revelled in his vocal appreciation.

She caressed her own breasts, fingers pinching at the nipples as her vampire lover watched on hungrily, licking his lips. Lucy smirked and leaned over his face, not quite close enough for his mouth to be able to take one in, his tongue peeking out to try though.

"Lucy," he hissed, eyes flashing crimson before receding back to onyx. She laughed darkly, a jolt of lust thrumming through her at his show of power, her hips begun to pick up the pace as she finally let him suckle her taut nipple.

He growled against her flesh, loving the way she squirmed and pressed herself further into his mouth. Natsu desperately wanted to grab at her hips and take over, to thrust into her with more force and angle himself to hit deeper, but he held back. His restraint was slipping, but he would allow Lucy a little longer.

Lucy could not stop her hands from running the length of him, her heart soaring as she watched him come undone by her actions. The change that he had gone through, just for her. Natsu was still the same dominant and rather cocky male she first met, but there was a softness to him now, a warmth that seeped into her with every gentle stroke, every loving caress.

She was getting sappy, her normally realistic outlook on life taking on the qualities of someone that truly believed in true love and soulmates. Yet she could not deny that when she looked at him, when he was inside her, their bodies joined in such pleasure, that she felt like they were two interconnected pieces. Not truly whole unless they were together.

Her thighs were tiring, the muscles giving way to cramps as she slowly rode him, circling her hips to hit every aching spot inside her pussy. It wasn't enough, and she looked at him with such pleading eyes, begging him to make the itch go away.

Natsu didn't need words, he could see it written all over her face, she wanted more. He snapped the satin restraint and sat up on his elbows, his kiss was bruising, heavy and addicting. He flipped them over, staring down at her flushed skin as he withdrew from her drenched pussy, just long enough until she struggled and whimpered.

This was going to be it, this was going to seal her fate forever and his body was bursting to get on with it. His gums itched, but he held it back. Rolling his hips into Lucy until she curled her toes into the sheets, not good enough.

Natsu lifted her legs until her knees were pressed tightly against her chest. The sound of skin slapping filled the air as he slammed into her relentlessly, all his pent up lust from the past few days spilling over into the way he took her now.

She braced her hands above her as she shook from the force of his lust, the slam of hips with each hit into her as wetness painted her thighs and soaked on to the sheets below. He was absolutely feral, taking her past the point of release more times than she could count, her body trembled from the immense overstimulation.

With one final snap of his hips he lost himself, releasing so deeply inside her until he grunted from the force of the pressure being eased inside him. He lifted her quickly, never breaking their connection, until he could kiss her lips before his head snapped back from the pain in his fangs.

He drove them home into the swell of her breast, feeling Lucy pulse around him as he drank heavily. The pull of her blood hitting him like a drug, washing over and feeding his desire for her and her alone. She sagged and it was time, biting his wrist and placing it at her mouth.

Lucy did as she had before, her tongue lapping at the spilled blood until the urge to latch on overpowered her and she sucked at him for all she was worth. This time Natsu bit her again as she drew out his own blood, he listened to her heart rate slowing as the warmth poured down his throat.

Lucy's heart stopped.

She fluttered against Natsu, limp in his embrace as her eyes slid closed and darkness fell upon her like a welcoming friend. As she slipped into the awaiting darkness, she could hear faint words being spoken, and she smiled;

"I love you Lucy Heartfilia."

~.~

This was the part he had agonised about the most, the utter uncertainty of what they had done. Was it done correctly? Would she wake the next evening? Had he just killed the woman he loved the most in this world?

Natsu spent the rest of the evening and night cleaning up, righting everything they had destroyed in their love-making. Stripping the bed as Lucy lay nestled in a nest of blankets he had fashioned on the floor, changing bedding and finally washing and dressing his beloved so he could tuck her into the fresh bed.

He could not sleep, didn't dare close his eyes for more than a second for fear that something would happen and he would not be able to wake himself. Natsu scanned the pages of Lucy's manuscript, chuckling over some of the interactions that were clearly based on things they had been through. She was such a good writer, and this transformation would not change that.

They had spent many evenings discussing how they would forge ahead together, Natsu warned that they could stay here for probably another ten to fifteen years before people would grow suspicious. Then they could simply move somewhere else, change names if they felt it was necessary and start again. Lucy would be able to continue writing, although she may need to change her pen name, not that that bothered her, and Natsu mused over things that he would like to do, now that his life wasn't simply in the shadows any more.

The pacing had begun an hour before the sun set, Natsu watched in growing fear as Lucy continued to lie in her bed, looking like an angel with her blonde hair fanned out behind her, yet not moving. The emotions were too raw, his anger rising too easily as he relived every moment of their time together, the fear that ate at him at being alone again.

"Mr Dragneel, can you stop your damn pacing, it's giving me a headache," drawled from the bed, Natsu almost gave himself whiplash with how fast his neck spun towards the bed. Lucy's chocolate eyes fluttered up at him, she stretched before burrowing herself into the covers as she watched his face break into the most dazzling smile she had ever seen.

The missing Dragneel was no longer missing, he had come home and found his missing piece, Lucy Heartfilia. Together they would continue to explore each other with unending time and a love that would see them through any challenges…