I don't see the punch to the face coming. Though I make sure to respond. Hitting the arrogant Ice-mage in the chest without issue. He gasps but does little else as he shoves his palm into my chin, and I grapple at his hair, trying to pull at it harder then I normally would have.
"That's enough!" Erza interrupts prying my hand and pushing Grey away from my space.
"You bastard! You tricked us! All of us!" There it comes. He's more angry then I have seen him in a very, very, long time. The moment Erza rests her stance, thinking this will become a simple verbal match is when he punches me again this time under the jaw. The pain in my bone is throbbing and a warm blood fills my mouth.
"Natsu!" Happy lands on my head, and his warm body is strangely comforting to my aching jaw, easing the pain slightly as Erza rounds on her fellow teammate with a blurring movement of rage. Beside, and above me, Laxus makes a strange breathy sound of irritation, but he isn't annoyed at me, his eyes are glued to Erza's fire hair as she faces Grey. "Why did you do that Grey? He's bleeding." Ever innocent Happy asks, I don't want that guy answering him.
"Don't worry about it Happy, Grey is just a stupid person." What else is there to say, I could be vindictive and tell him to avoid the ice-make wizard, I could be snide and speak of all his faults. There's not point in that, obviously it will just continue as an unending cycle of insulting and fighting; to which I have no interest in. Even still, I don't know exactly how to respond now. I'm outed, of that I have no doubt, my guild is aware, and will continue to be aware no matter how I decide to move forward. So I can be plain and prideful, regain myself as a man of pride and ignore their jibes with the disposition of a man in denial. Or I can simply let be what is to be, as fate wills itself forward on a smooth river course.
Painful as it is, those who truly see me as one of their own will not exclude me entirely. Acceptance forthcoming or not, those who hope to keep a friendship with me will try even if they are uncomfortable. Anyone else? I will just have to pretend they don't exist. That's my stance, and there it will remain.
Hiding therefore is nothing but a child's whimsy. I have nothing left to pretend for. I glance to Laxus, waiting patient beside me, for my next move, what I want. I tilt my head to him, and motion that he can come closer if he likes. I know he is hesitant only for my sake, and while I appreciate the gesture, what I really need now is a strong sensation that what I am doing now is right. Regardless of situation, he is very good at giving me the calmness of justification with mere proximity. He knows me well enough to understand.
I knew it would be a somewhat violent confrontation. Some sort of fighting would be involved from one end to another, anger unjustified marking in blackness, the zeal of righteousness. Besides that I know Natsu, his anger is easily justified by himself and he has no reservations in punching anyone who he deems fit to beat up. He had spoken in frequent of Grey Fullbuster in particular. So I had of course had expected something extreme. That isn't the case, instead he seems hesitant. I find it a little odd that someone who has never been shy from telling the other man just what he thinks should require me there.
I move close, not knowing what his play is; I didn't expect the arm around my waist or the head burning in heat on my chest. Still I am not surprised Natsu has always sought contact, some form of affection, usually wordless. It had taken me a very long time to understand that most of the time it wasn't a freedom of isolation. No, his attachment to affection is actually a drawing of strength. Not in the way of physicality, it is in truth a way from him to feel strong in emotion something that he has never felt comfortable with.
Its near impossible to explain, but I knew for certain he finds comfort in my physical and emotional control and he draws on that to give him guidance in feeling, because he's so very bad at doing it on his own. In its own way, its actually quite brilliant.
His fingers press into my sides harshly, and I note the manner in which he is staring intently, not breaking contact from the rich princess and the stipper. Ah, so that's his ploy, he doesn't normally rely on me in such a way, but considering he knows these people very well, they aren't going to be intimidated by his words, action, or glare. So that leaves me to pick up the pieces.
Strangely, I have no issue with that. I drape my arm around Natsu, taking a moment to feel his muscle underneath my fingertips. In order to get a full response I bend over -I can't bend fully he's to damn small- and I kiss his strawberry hair, even if this is a play of power, I will take every opportunity to be near him, and he knows it. In looking over at the two targets of my boyfriend's rage I see the man scowling and the pretty little blonde appearing green around the edges. Its disgusting. I pull Natsu closer, honestly I don't want him to have to face such ugly expressions on those he considers family. I come close to following the impulse of shielding him with my coat, but I know he wouldn't appreciate it.
"You got a problem pipsqueak?" I feel a snort across my chest. Hes broken eye contact and instead is now cuddling in broad daylight into my abdomen, which is so unlike him I would be concerned if the situation wasn't so explainable. I've never known him to hide. Ever. He is hugging the small blue cat to his chest protectively, I can only assume he's frightened this guy will do something to the feline. I raise myself once more to my full height. I don't like the sensation that fills me when I think of Natsu being frightened; even if its over his cat.
I won't stand for it.
"What did you do to Natsu freak?" The chant I tell myself on repeat, not to let loose, not to punch this guy least I break his jaw. On impulse my eyes narrow down at this little shit, cocky and arrogant, not to different from myself, without the power to back it up. The pressure and warmth of the body attached to mine leaves suddenly, and I find myself very abruptly holding onto a shocked, blue cat. As my boyfriend now on a warpath punches to other man in the face so hard he crashes into the table behind him with a satisfying splintering of wood.
Natsu standing in a rested position from where he had uppercut the cocky little shit. Not far away from his raised fist is the little blonde who is slowly backing away from the very angry pinkett.
"Don't call him that." I feel a softness on my face as I stare at the magnificent sight of my boyfriend in anger, I don't want to look away but I do, to the cat in my arms. He has a gentle, curious expression, and very wide eyes almost meant for the purpose of getting sympathy attention. Yet, he is rather cute, normally I wouldn't say that about something touching my face without permission.
He looks determinedly at me, almost a glare, but I honestly don't think the poor thing can actually pull one off. Nevertheless he does look rather serious because of it.
"Lux, do you love Natsu? And I mean really love him?" Happy -as I remember,- asks me in such a way that I can only believe that he is more then aware people can use others especially such strong feelings to manipulate people. Or that Natsu has had experience in such things. Perhaps he can tell that I don't easily express my feelings verbally, and he wants me to be completely honest about it. Normally having been asked such a question would anger me, but I know Natsu loves this cat, so I think honest has to be the only policy regardless of embarrassment.
Matching his tone of seriousness I look him in the eye as an equal. "Yes, I do. More then my magic." I see the subject of conversation look at me from the corner of my vision and I meet his eye. He looks almost surprised, so very wrongly shocked at the truth. This, I think we should address privately, so I raise my brow, and smirk at him. "Kick his ass babe."
"Ha! Just you watch me!" Then he jumps over the down man like it's nothing a raging fist of fire spreading over his hand. As Fullbuster moves away just in time to avoid the rather detrimental impact that follows. Erza comes towards me, her eyes focused on the ensuing battle, arms crossed, over her armoured chest.
"I'm glad Natsu found someone." She sounds genuinely pleased, a smile of relief on her face, as if she hadn't expected it. Though I had heard that she had believed in the rumour of Natsu with that Lola girl, so that's a bit of an odd statement. Speaking of, that girl, shreaking as she tries to get away from the ongoing battle not far from her, turning on Erza with terrified fingers and loud voice of anger.
"Aren't you going to stop them?!" Her voice pitches, and I'm near laughing at her panicked state. Erza seems to find it less amusing then I, as her face turns into that of an almost threatening seriousness.
"Not this time Lucy, Grey was out of line, Natsu was well within his rights to fight him."
"Seriously?!" Now she is shouting, taking cover with her arms as a pile of stone shoots skywards.
"Sorry blondie, it was either Natsu or me. Honestly, you should be glad it's the former." Brown eyes rest on me in reproach, blameful and unyielding, her entire body language tells me she wants to fight. Yet, I am far away from the place where harming an innocent individual is acceptable, and I intend to fully revel in this new form of order I am so unaccustomed too. In fact, rather then engage myself in a battle better suited for Natsu then me, I think I will indulge in not having so many responsibilities. A rare thing in a guild where my father is involved. I can only imagine the amount of rage he will feel once he's realized I've betrayed him. The thought brings a simplistic thrill running through me.
The fight ahead, I can't help but notice that Natsu is holding himself back. Loyalty I suppose, although he is completely within his rights to give that little boy a thrashing he doesn't. Certainly, I would not hold back in teaching him a lesson or two. Probably a good thing I don't however, considering I need to make a good impression as under the laws of the Magic Council I'm a criminal in more then one way. Funny how the two crimes have no semblance of equality in their nature.
There were things however, that Ivan had taught me that I believe to be important even now. Vigilance, being the main takeaway presently. There are many members within the guildhall looking on me with contempt, older and younger alike. Not knowing these people I consider it amusing, escpially considering my experience with those who are…. Unsavoury. Some of them are gazing at Natsu I have to note, that is hardly acceptable.
Hargeon is safe from any influence my father holds. His sway over most council controlled areas is negligible at best, here however there is a freedom of knowing even spys do not cross. Dark wizards are not friends of Hargeon. From what I understand there are no extra guards or security, only a rather pitiful guild and cheap booze, there's no reason from people of my affiliation not to like it. However, there is a certain lack of entertainment here. Sure the odd job request will come out and there will be the estranged dark wizard scrounging cash but for the most part its quiet.
Perfect for a secret rondevu with ones equally secret boyfriend
Normally we head for smaller locations, in the darker areas for maxism hush effect. However this time I had actually been close to Hargeon and so had Natsu, so it was the ideal opportunity to meet considering the circumstances.
Its a strange little place with friendly people, and surprisingly good food. Lots of loud conversation and from what I can tell rather liberal views. That is one thing that makes sense, Hargeon had been the site of a rather rare, rather large, peoples revolt. Against Zentopia no less. A public outcry that had begun after the citizens began to question the authority of the head church in the region. The question had turned into bitterness and in turn a seperation of the religion from the town. In fact, it was a type of opposite area where an almost dark viewpoint had become the norm, and religious practises were frowned upon.
Actually because of how friendly the people were, it was a whole lot nicer in comparison to where I had grown up. I had even glimpsed a couple of young women flirting with each other at one of the cafe's. Like I said, an odd type of liberal.
Natsu noticed it too, because as soon as we met up he had grabbed my hand in his, and has yet to let go. Normally I wouldn't really allow it, however, this once it doesn't feel like an enemy is going to jump out from around a corner and try to kill me, so I let my hand hold his how it wants.. Exuberant as ever I find myself wondering my eyes to each direction he points to in excitement, half of the time not seeing nor understanding what he is talking about.
But he looks back at me sometimes with a shining smile and eyes like the midnight sky,. That makes everything worth it.
So many people flood by us, laughing and telling stories, and Natsu jumps before me in happiness.
"Everyone is so fun here! I bet they know how to party!"
"Have you ever been to a party?"
"Hey my guild gets pretty wild!" Hardly the same thing, and I think he knows it, but he just kind of beams at me instead of retroting. Very unlike him, but even as I go to ask his smile drops into a found one and his eyes rest on our hands. Mine seeming so large over his even though he has the tighter grip. The moment doesn't last long because just a second later he's sprung into action and dragging me along down the road at his usual completely unnecessary pace. Its a wonder I dont just stop him with a sudden halt and have him sprawled on his ass..
We end up outside of a kind of fancy looking dress shop, and it peaks my curiosity in a large way. Because I have no idea what we are doing here, and if he makes me shop in this area I won't be eating for a week. He breaks from my hand and with fluttering motioning tells me to stay where I am because he has a surprise for me.
He doesn't give me a chance to speak before zipping into the store like a devil is riding on his heels. The snort I give out is involuntary. And as I cross my arms in waiting I catch a glimpse of something odd. It is only instinct that keeps me from turning completely, years of rigorous training. A man stands not far off at the very right of my vision, standing clamly without any sort of warning sign. Only that I can smell him, most of the time I can't smell anything. Dragon slayer lacrima isn't all that powerful. But my brain knew the moment he was caught in my vision that he was the strange musked scent I had been picking up. I had thought it was just perfume originally.
It sets my nerves flaring, knowing I can smell someone is new, it is never occurred before now. So why is it? There's something off about it too, thats not his natural scent, its too strong. Way to strong. Anger surges forth from my abdomen with such a sudden fire that I almost keel over. My brain ignites.
'Lust, they lust, lust, lust, lust.' There pounds away comprehension in my head, connections subconsciously made by pure primal understanding. His eyes are focused on the door behind me as I hear it click open. The banging footsteps unmistakeable to my ears. I don't let myself turn around, because I see his stare so perversely focused and the thought of baring my teeth suddenly sounds acceptable.
"So what do you think!?" I hear him say, but I don't turn to look, the man stands so poised staring at my boyfriend as if given permission. "LAXUS! YOU AREN'T LOOKING!" That wakes my mind rather fastly. I'd rather not have him exasperated at me. So I do look this time.
In his hands, held high -awkwardly due to his height- is a finely made large, leather and fur coat. I blink.
Theres no fucking way.
"Natsu, did you buy this?" He almost alights with pride.
"Sure did! I've been saving up! I know its like two weeks late as our six month was ages ago but I couldn't really-" Sometimes, rarely, he rambles when he's nervous. Its actually adorable. I take it from his hands, but he keeps going, and I can only assume he has been worried about gifting it me for awhile now. For no good reason.
"Its awesome babe, really. But now I'll have to pay you back. Any…. ideas as to how?" He goes into thinking mode,eyes down, mouth persed completely confused, I take the chance to step a little closer, further into his space. I get the stares staring into my sight as my arms goes around his waist. Pulling him just that little bit closer, my arm drops lower, and a rose blooms across his face as he mutely shakes his head. I pull him upward using my right arm under his ass, and he clings to me at the sudden lift. Nails digging into my shoulder and chest. Now I can get at his neck easily.
"L-Laxus! So-somebody will- will-" A delightful moan escapes him. I'm sure he resents the fact that he is so very turned on by any form of biting. "You utter…. Asshole." The insult is lost as a whine carries it. I kiss along his jaw and a low growl springs forth but it isn't in anger.
"What do you say babe, want me to make you scream tonight?" His nails dig in further to the point where they are painful, and I think almost drawing blood, he squirms in my grip now aroused I can feel it on my abs easily, the protest is gone from him now.
"I say, you'd better." Then in an almost wicked twist of his lips he turns his mouth to my ear and whispers in the most quiet of ways something we have mutually agreed he would never say in public: "Stud." If I was a lesser man, by even one percent I would have just said 'who cares' and took him there on the ground for hundreds of people to see, right next to a fancy store. Because fuck does he know how to get me riled. Its a word I've heard so many times from so many people, but when he says it. No matter the occasion his voice goes wispy, airy, suggestive; seductive. My dick jumps every single time.
I teleport us out with a lightning weave, not supposed to be used with two people really, drains my magic power way to fast, but I my brain is the last thing I'm thinking with at the moment.
Natsu jumps off me, as (in)graceful as you please, still a cocky shit. We undress fastly, I do end up ripping his vest off, a fact which he doesn't seem to care about. And when we are naked? He pushes me onto the bed, an action I don't protest. One of his legs is already on the mattress when he looks to the ground and purks his eyebrows up suggestively. I groan, no idea what he could possibly be delaying for. That is until he slings the newly brought leather and fur coat onto his slight but muscled shoulders, and damn if the sight isn't erotic. Muscle, but small, dwarfed by a coat three times his size and climbing on top of me as if he was a wild animal. He holds himself above me on all fours coat draping over us. I want to flip him over, but I know he has a plan that in all likely cases I'll enjoy so I wait. He laughs breathily as he drops ontop of me, one strong thigh resting on my cock in mock pressure. The rest of him a solid weight, muscles flexing lewdly ontop of me. His head is on my chest, and he's gazing at me with his chin on his folded hands, an indulgent smile that only appears when feeling particularly sexy resting on his lips.
He scoffs a little, as if not amused, but his eyes say otherwise, and he rests both of his hands flat down on my chest, flicking absently at a nipple -and I try real hard not to make a sound at that, he knows, his grin quirks a little- his eyes draw down as if hes thinking about something, but I know for certain he's already made up his mind. "I suppose, it is a special day. I'll treat you. Just for tonight…" He slides a little, thigh barely moving, but just enough to stimulate and the feel of his body grinding on mine is difficult to deal with. His face hovers above mine, just centimeters away. I can feel his warm breath on my lips as he talks. "You can use me however you like."
A hot-bloodied man like myself, cannot ignore such a statement. He always becomes like a man possessed during sex, like a different man all together, sensual and sexy, confident and soft in ways that he almost never is outside of the bedroom, and it drives me up the wall with lust.
"Anyway I like?" Thats a large bargon, and even he knows it. He knows some of the kinky fantasies I have hidden in the depths of my mind. So I want him to fully understand what he's allowing. He nods resolutely. Thats all I need, I grip his small hips -so fucking small compared to my own- and switch positions on the bed, he wiggles underneath me for a moment. Looking up with starry eyes. "Oh baby, Imma make you regret that decision." I pet at his face a little, because how could I deserve this, he fucking suckles my thumb. Coyly looking up at me, pretending that he is an innocent virgin. He pops my thumb out with one of the most lewd noises I have ever heard him make.
"Call me baby again as I suck you off." Holy fucking shit. He has never been this filthy. But God if it isn't a turn on.
"Hm, tempting, but I control the show today." He fucking pouts. Pouts! Like I had denied him chocolate! -never, ever, ever deny him chocolate.- So hard to resist. "Why should I?" I ask instead, because I am not yielding to him now. His eyes almost sparkle.
"Please Laxus? I'll wear that leopard print lingerie you were eyeing in Barnifee if you let me, so please?" That had been one hell of an outfit, and with the way his thighs contort and his abdomen is so small and muscled it would look so good on him… Thats a deal I cannot forgo.
"Better get down there before I change my mind."
First thought upon waking up, my dick is sore. Like holy crap sore. Second: I seriously need to call Natsu 'baby' more. He just got more and more into it the more I called him that. A simple 'babe' doesn't have nearly this strong an effect on him. I suppose we both have public banned nicknames now.
His arms are calm pressed to my chest, and he is not far behind them, snuggled into the warmth. Though with the sheet above me it is almost to hot in here. I have no want to disturb him however, so I instead hold him a little tighter, he makes a breathy little noise in response. Even when fast asleep. Things got real extreme last night, I'm glad he's resting even if that means I don't have his attention on me.
It still shocks me to think he can be so downright kinky and perverted. Its not like we've never had sex before, so I thought I'd seen him all, but no, not even close. Its a pleasant surprise and I love it.
It occurs to me suddenly:
I don't really give a crap whoever thinks they can scare me with their homophobic shit, I'll shut it down before they get the chance. Because to be completely honest, the only thing I really give a damn about in this stupid ass world of ours is the man sleeping nigh ontop of me. Everyone else can go screw themselves for all I care.
I choose not to think about the growl that slips out of me at the direction of my thoughts.
