They hate each other. Gajeel and Laxus have never gotten along, not after Gajeel pinned up Levy and her two friends to a tree and beat them until they were black and blue. Of course, that was all in the past and Levy had forgiven Gajeel for past transgressions and even considered him a friend, but not Laxus. No, Laxus was known to hold a grudge.

That and the fact that Gajeel's former guild was trash. The lowest of low and he dared enter the Fairy Tail guild hall like nothing ever happened. Even Natsu and his group didn't want Gajeel around and the iron dragon slayer didn't blame them—didn't hold it against them so he mostly left them alone. He stayed away from everyone besides Levy and Juvia, taking jobs on his own and only speaking to the others when they approached him.

But Gajeel absolutely hates Laxus and his arrogant smirk. That stupid smirk that draws him in and those blue eyes that call out to him. He hated how his skin would flare up and a fire flickered in his stomach whenever Laxus was around. His scent was so heavy and it practically smothers Gajeel. Laxus smells like stormy rains and salt—Gajeel couldn't really really describe the scent, but fuck, it was a wonderful smell. He has to restrain himself and not jump Laxus whenever he was around.

The primal urge to bury his face in Laxus' neck and claim him as his own. Dear God, it was enough to drive Gajeel insane. He couldn't bear another night with tight jeans, fighting back an erection that was so painfully swollen he thought he would die. The carnal lust—that sinful desire that built up inside of Gajeel scared him. He has never felt this way before and he didn't want to lose the feeling.

No, Gajeel wants to be filled. He wants Laxus to hold him down until tears spilled down his flushed cheeks while the lightning dragon slayer mutters filthy words into his ear. Gajeel wants Laxus to hurt him until he was begging for the pain to stop. It was a sick desire, he knew, but fuck, he needs it. His body is practically aching for it.

Maybe it's from all the years of being alone and having to fight to survive. Maybe Gajeel is just a sick fuck that got off on the pain. Did it even matter in the end? Who's to say and Gajeel didn't particularly care at this moment.

All he wants is for the swelling to go down so he could go about his day without any distractions.

His fingers aren't enough. Gajeel was whining, ass in the air while his fingers were desperately searching for that spot that makes him see white. He whimpers, rutting against the bed while his fingers work at a steady tempo. It's not enough; he wants—Gajeel needs him. Fucking hell, Gajeel needs to feel Laxus filling him up and claiming him. He wants to be bred; he wants to sob while Laxus forces him to take every inch of his cock and his knot.

Breed—yeah, that's it. Gajeel wants Lacus to breed him until his mind is blank and he's stuttering stupid. He wants to feel every drop of cum Lexus has to offer until it spills out of his ass; Gajeel was to be used and discarded once Laxus had his fun.

He could almost feel those calloused hands gripping his hips, pulling Gajeel's back so he could take every inch of his cock. "You'll sit there and take it like a good whore," Laxus would growl in his ear, biting down on his neck, and making Gajeel see stars and whimper.

Oh fuck, Gajeel needed Laxus so bad. His body shook as an orgasm rippled throughout him. Cum jutted out of the slit of his aching cock, and Gajeel couldn't help but rut against the pillow. He shivered, toes curled as he rode out the wave of his orgasm. White splotches dotted his vision as he slowly came down, breathing hard. Fuck, that was the best orgasm he's had in a long time but it still wasn't enough.

Gajeel picked himself off the bed, gathering the soiled blankets and pillows and dumping them in the dirty clothes hamper. He could do a load of laundry later—Gajeel needed to run down to the store and pick up soap anyway. That and stuff for dinner; he couldn't risk eating anymore pipes (he didn't need the landlord crawling up his ass about fucking up the place again).

The aftermath of his orgasm had him glowing. He wanted—he needed more. His fingers were barely getting him back and Gajeel wanted to be knotted. He craved Laxus's cock and wanted that stupid dragon slayer to fuck him silly; was that too much to ask for?

With a groan, Gajeel washes his hands and decides a cold shower would help him with the sudden heat.


"You two are needed for this job," Mirajane informes both Laxus and Gajeel as they step into the guild. "The master specifically said you two. I can give you the details of the job while you two get time to settle down," she says with a hum, gesturing for the two to take a seat at the bar while she got the job details.

Gajeel could hear Laxus growl underneath his breath; he didn't blame the other dragon slayer for being annoyed. Gajeel had attacked the guild mates when he was still in Phantom Lord and no one welcomed Gajeel with warm arms; Laxus had already to be annoyed, but fuck, he was going to kill Gajeel with that overwhelming scent. It makes him weak in the knees, struggling to keep his composure as the scent of heavy rain fills him.

He has to suppress the need to let out a needy whine, and has to suppress his voice. Fuck, Gajeel is already painfully hard, cock leaking with precum as he stews in Laxus's scent. He was fighting the urge to press himself against the lightning dragon slayer. His legs twitches, bouncing up and down to curb his anxiety while Mirajane came back with the job details.

Of course, Gajeel isn't listening. He nods when asked a question, not even knowing what Mirajane was asking, and followes Laxus out of the guild like a lost puppy. Thank God his pants were baggy enough to hide that growing erection; he is damn near ready to burst and it's almost painful to walk with the thick shaft pressing against his inner thigh.

Laxus says something—packing bags but Gajeel isn't paying attention. All he can focus on is the smothering scent emanating from Laxus the longer he stood there; focusing on how many different ways Laxus could fill him with his cock and breed him until he is filled with cum and sobbing for more—

"Don't fucking ignore me," Laxus snaps, yanking Gajeel close by the collar of his shirt. He's so close; his scent is so fucking thick and his neck—all bare without a single mark on it. Gajeel swallows the lump in his throat, absentmindedly wetting his lips while Laxus bares his teeth at him. "Fucking pay attention to me, dumb ass. Too much lead in your fucking head to even answer a question?" he spat.

Degrade me. Use me, is all Gajeel can think of. Slick runs down his legs and he's so desperate to be touched right now. He is so touch-starved and needy for someone—Laxus—to fill him up and pin him down. To put him in his place and make him beg like a bitch in heat.

Again, Gajeel swallows the lump in his throat. "Sorry. Was thinking," he mutters. It wasn't a lie; he is thinking about Laxus doing horrible things to him. Shocking him until his eyes are rolling in the back of his skull, until fat tears are rolling down his face and Gajeel is cumming from pure ecstasy. He wants those eyes glaring at him, mocking Gajeel when he couldn't take every inch of Laxus's cock.

Laxus pushes Gajeel away with a sneer, barking at him to pay attention next time. Gajeel agrees, more focused on the delicious curve of Laxus's ass when the lightning dragon slayer turns around. They both agree to meet up at the train station and then part their separate ways. Gajeel is glad, rushing home to fix the problem in his pants.

His cock is dripping with precum, head already flushed and swollen with need as he hisses, wrapping his hand around the base. The way Laxus was so mean to him, ordering him around like dog was truly erotic. Oh God, Gajeel wants more. He wants Laxus to use him, to make him beg and moan for his cock. He's so touch-starved, so hungry for any form of skin-on-skin contact, and how Laxus practically manhandled him has Gajeel drooling for more.

He jerks himself off, biting his pierced lip as warmth spreads across his stomach. Gajeel imagines Laxus's rough hands all over him, roughly grabbing his neck and choking him while squeezing the base of his cock. "Keep fucking still, you little whore. You asked for this," Laxus would growl in Gajeel's ear, ramming his cock into that spot that made the iron dragon slayer see stars.

Cum spills in his hand as Gajeel rides out his orgasm, shivering and gasping at the hot flashes that overwhelm him. Oh God, he really needs to get laid; his hand would not work for so long and he is so desperate to get fucked and stuffed like a whore. At this rate, anyone would do and Gajeel could just pretend that they were Laxus fucking him into a stupor.

Riding out his orgasm, Gajeel stumbles to the bathroom, washing his hands and decides that he should start packing before Laxus comes pounding on his door. As much as he likes being humiliated by the lightning dragon slayer, he didn't think he could handle a second orgasm.

He would need the essentials and maybe a change of clothes for after the mission. The details on the job were sparing so Gajeel wouldn't know how long they would be gone so it would be better to be prepared and not having to hear Laxus reprimand him for not packing everything he needed.

The duffle bag is set to the side as Gajeel double-checks everything one last time. Clothes, deodorant, medical supplies, yeah, he had everything he could possibly think of—toothbrush and toothpaste! How could he be so foolish and forget that?

Adding the last two items, Gajeel was certain that he was prepared now. All he needs to do is hope that the intoxicating scent of Laxus didn't make him go feral; the last thing he needs is another bruised eye for trying to jump the poor man's bones. His last jerk-off session should be enough to hold him over.

That was the hope.

Slinging his back over his shoulder and slipping on his steel-toed boots, Gajeel made sure to lock up before leaving. Laxus told him that they were meeting at the train station and he didn't want to be late, lest he be berated by the lightning dragon slayer for his tardiness. While he did enjoy the roughness of Laxus' voice, it was best that he didn't get hard before a mission. There was no way his balls could handle blowing another load in such a short time period.


Gajeel didn't understand how Laxus could ride the train without vomiting, but it was a fucking nightmare. He holds his stomach, quietly groaning as he leans over, gently rocking himself. It was a pain and a nuisance; how could he be affected by moving vehicles? Gajeel never recalls having this issue as a child and yet here he was, holding onto the leathery seat while Laxus stared at him.

His gaze is burning.

"You and that idiot aren't so different after all," Laxus suddenly says, crossing his legs with a shit-eating grin.

"Don't—don't you fucking compare me to that moron," Gajeel snaps before keeling over again, face almost turning green when the train speeds up. Dear God, when was this fucking thing going to stop? He could almost feel the bile rising up to his throat; it feels thick and hot and that alone grosses Gajeel out. He doesn't want to blow chunks on the train and hear Laxus bitch about it the whole time.

The blonde chuckles, rapping his knuckles on the small table. "Well, can you blame me for comparing you two? You're both reckless, get motion sickness, destructive, and piss me off," he stares, watching lightning sparks fizzle from the tips of his calloused fingers. He narrows his eyes, dropping his voice low—fuck, the bass of his voice has Gajeel burning red and submissive. "You're both a fucking pain in my ass."

Gajeel couldn't help but grin while fighting an erection. "Gihee, is that so?" he chuckles, bouncing his leg up and down.

"Don't get cute with me," Laxus warns.

This only causes Gajeel's laughter to grow—and his stomach knots. "Gihee, you think I'm cute?" the iron dragon slayer taunts, his grin growing when Laxus lets out another low growl—a warning to his fellow dragon slayer. A small part of Gajeel wanted to rest how far he could push Laxus—to see what his limits were until he just snapped. One would think that Gajeel would know better and not toy with Laxus, but he loves the sense of danger—it excites him and for his blood pumping.

The two fall back into the awkward silence; Gajeel clenches his stomach again when the nausea washes over him once more. Ugh, he really needs to invest in some money to prevent this shit from happening again. Maybe the Salamander was rubbing off on him? Ugh, the very thought made him shiver.

"Next destination: Oak Town! Please make sure to have all your belongings once we arrive, dear guests!" A voice chimes on the intercom, bright and chirpy.

Oak Town brings back many memories for Gajeel—some good and some he would rather forget. His first guildhall—the first place he felt like he belonged. The thought makes him grin, remembering how he would pick fights with the older guild mates, running his mouth and saying that he could take them all. Like every shit talker, Gajeel got knocked on his ass more times than he would like to recall. The silly thoughts of his old guild mates flooded his mind and he had to laugh.

He was such a dumb kid, always getting in trouble with the laugh. Running away from home and rebelling against his strict parents. Piercing his face and the rest of his body just because he fucking could. Gajeel is a menace to society—maybe that's why he joined Phantom Lord because they all couldn't fit into society.

Because they couldn't fit society's standards of good people so they all rebelled.

Ah, there was no point in getting sentimental and dwelling on the last. What's done is done and there's nothing he can do to fix that; he can just learn from his past mistakes and try to move on.

When the train stops at the platform, Gajeel lets out a sigh of relief before leaving with Laxus. He carries his bag over his shoulder, thankful that he wouldn't have to board any vehicle until they finished this mission. "Alright, where next?" he asks, dropping his bag.

"Were you even paying attention?" Laxus groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. He doesn't even wait for Gajeel to respond, saying, "We're going near the woods. There's something up in there that's been terrorizing the locals. It's near…it's where your shithole guild was located at."

Gajeel doesn't make a sound. He just nods and follows Laxus out of the train station, praying that they could finish the job sooner than later. The tension between them was already awkward enough and Gajeel could catch a whiff of Laxus's heavy scent again. The last he needed was to pop a boner on the mission—he would simply die if Laxus saw him hard.

"Move your ass or I'm leaving you behind, bolts for brains."

"I'm moving, fucking nimrod."


It's dark when they arrive in the forest. Their employer, an elderly woman with peppering hair and a soft face, tells the two that there have been many magical beasts lurking around and attacking anyone who enters the forest. Normally, the people knew to stay away from the forest, but these beasts have been venturing closer to the city and with the only guild in the area out of commission, they needed all the help they could afford.

"I know I don't have much to offer you boys, but please. I would greatly appreciate your help with this problem. I will find another way to pay you," is what the old woman says before they depart for the job.

Gajeel remembers the old woman—she was the appointed granny of the city when he was younger. He's surprised that she didn't recognize him or she did and was just trying to remain professional. Either way, it was nice to see that she was still in good health and as kind as ever.

"Do you remember your way around here?" Laxus questions, calling over his shoulder.

"Eh, yeah. I remember how to get around here. I wasn't allowed to come up here, but the rules never stopped me," Gajeel beams, taking the lead and dragging Laxus through the forest.

The night is still young and Gajeel can hear the chirping of the crickets in the distance. Such a soothing sound that warms him; he can remember how he and a few friends would run up and down the dirt paths, screaming and chasing after each other with sticks and other things they managed to get their hands on. How they would chase the pretty girls with worms on sticks, threatening to drop them in their hair and laughing when they let out high-pitched shrieks.

Gajeel did it for shits and giggles. The others did it because they found the girls pretty and had crushes on them. Gajeel—he wasn't attracted to girls. Oh, he thought they were attractive but he never wanted to date them. He thought that maybe he was just a late-bloomer and he would feel an attraction later in life, but it never came.

Men were always his thing.

He shakes off the memory, tensing up when he hears something in the distance—a branch snapping. Laxus came to his side, eyes narrowed as they both carefully stood their ground. It went dead silent again as both boys held their breath, scanning out the darkness.

"There!" Laxus roars, lightning gathering at his fingertips. He shoots one jolt of lightning into the open space of the forest, illuminating the darkness as it strikes a target. The magical beast let out a horrific cry before bolting into the forest, letting out several trilling noises as the duo chased after it.

Adrenaline flows through their veins as their lungs burn. Several other beings join the first one, running along Gajeel and Laxus while they snap and nip at their heels, growling viciously. Laxus has to pick up the pace as one almost manages to clamp down on his heel.

Again, he shoots off another bolt of lightning, focusing his energy on harnessing his power before he zips out of the way of one beast lunging at him. His whole body transforms into lightning, shooting him out of the way before he came back and struck the beast away from Gajeel. "Pay attention, you fucking moron!" Laxus hisses, grabbing the large animal and tossing away from the iron dragon slayer. "I don't care how fucking good you are, watch your ass because I'm not helping you again."

Gajeel rolls his eyes, hacking down another one of the fuckers. "I didn't ask you for your help, jackass," he retorts, baring his teeth.

The two argue as they quickly and effectively defeat the magical beasts, still snapping and swearing at each other. It was an invigorating feeling; their blood was pumping and their teeth bared as they drew closer and closer towards each other. They can almost feel each other's breath on their face; Gajeel is so tempted to close the gap between them and just claim Laxus.

Fucking hell, what was wrong with him?

He then feels a sharp pain radiate through his chest while knocking Laxus out of the way. He couldn't see it but Gajeel could sense something leaping out of the bushes for Laxus. His instincts kicked in as he bared his teeth, taking the blow to his chest before his arm conformed into his axe, quickly cutting down the beast. He doesn't care for the blood that's splattered as he grips his chest.

Ah shit, this is his favorite shirt and he's bleeding.

"You're a fucking dumb ass," is all Laxus had to say, peeling himself off the earthy ground.

"You're welcome, asshole," Gajeel chuckles, tugging off his soiled shirt and pressing the fabric to the wound across his chest. This would stop the bleeding for now; they needed to head back before the bleeding got any worse.

Thank goodness Gajeel remembered to pack medical supplies.


Every moment is cruel, blissful agony.

Granny welcomes them back and tells the boys that they were more than welcome to spend the night while they attend to Gajeel's wound. She provides them with dinner and change of clothes, showing them where their rooms would be before retiring for the night. The boys were thankful for her hospitality, taking their leave for their room.

A small part of Gajeel wonders if this is a bad idea.

He is shirtless, laying across the bed as Laxus carefully applies a salve to his wounds, cleaning up his wounds and the blood caked to his chest. Gajeel grunts, twisting his fingers in the sheets when Laxus's fingers carefully caressed the open wound. "Fucking watch it. That shit hurts," he groans through clenched teeth.

"Stop being a fucking baby," Laxus spat back, applying another bandage to Gajeel's chest. "If you weren't so reckless and didn't feel a need to prove yourself, you wouldn't be in this situation."

"I think a thank you is in order, you prick. Wow Gajeel, thank you for pushing my ass out of the way; I would have been kibble," he mocks, biting down on his tongue when Laxus purposely applied more pressure to his chest. He wants to headbutt the lightning dragon slayer for that, but his movements are restricted at the current moment.

"I can take of myself just fucking fine. You will get no praise from me; you are beneath me," Laxus reminds, sliding off the bed and hovering over Gajeel. His dark eyes stare down at the helpless dragon slayer before he crouches down at the bedside, hands skimming up Gajeel's torso before reaching his face and squeezing his jaw. "Make no mistakes, I still despise you. I hate you; I could kill you right here and right now but I would get expelled from the guild. You're only breathing still because Gramps will bitch about it."

Gajeel swallows the lump caught in his throat. How Laxus talks to him is so wickedly sinful. It has his heart racing and his blood pumping, words fail him as his jaw goes slack and his mouth falls open. His tongue lays flat in his mouth and he can feel Laxus pressing the pad of his thumb against the flat surface of the pink muscle. It feels wrong but fuck, he desires more and he has to choke back the whine that is simmers in his throat.

It feels violating in a way. Gajeel can only choke on Laxus's fingers, feeling him withdraw his thumb to replace it with his index and middle finger. They work in and out, pressing against Gajeel's tongue as saliva pools in his mouth. God, he can feel them trying to choke them, and Gajeel almost gives into his instinct to suck. It's a heat pooling in his stomach—a sinful desire to just give in and let Laxus have his way with him.

He opens his mouth wider, daring to look at Laxus's strong face. Those pretty, captivating eyes are staring back at him while his mouth is slightly gaped. It makes Gajeel shiver and his cock stirs, daring to press against the fly of his pants. Blood engorges the tip and he can just feel precum oozing from the slit; everything is so hot and it burns. He almost whimpers when Laxus chokes him on his fingers and the bastard has the nerve to laugh at him.

"Look at you: letting me do whatever I want to you," Laxus taunts, choking Gajeel on his fingers once more. His grin widening when a tear rolls down those pretty, burning cheeks. "You stopped being a smartass and arguing back with me. Is it because you realized you're worthless compared to me? That you won't amount to anything?" he sneers, yanking out his fingers and squeezing Gajeel's jaw again with a sly smile.

Oh God, Gajeel wants more and more. He wants to drown in this bubbling sensation—wants Laxus to talk down to him like he was nothing and he didn't matter. His cock is so painfully erect and swollen, he can barely hold back anymore. Those filthy words are making Gajeel melt; he wants to beg Laxus to use him, but he can't find the words to say.

That heavy, smothering scent is back, choking Gajeel the more he huffs it in. His eyes are burning and he swears he's about to go mad; his cock is so painfully hard, straining against his boxers and still spilling precum. His breath hitches in his throat when Laxus brings down his hand, squeezing his neck with a sadistic grin. This time, Gajeel allows himself to let out a quiet moan, shutting his eyes. He allows himself the chance to be selfish, sucking a deep breath in as Laxus croons at him.

"Look at you: fucking stupid and submissive. You're desperate for this, aren't you? To be fucking used like some whore," Laxus spat out, clenching his jaw. His free hand fumbles with his belt; the clicking of metal catches Gajeel's attention and he opens his eyes to see Laxus attempting to fish out his cock.

He's fixated, eyes widen with morbid interest. God, he can't believe that this is possibly happening. Gajeel absentmindedly wets his bottom lip, looking back up at Laxus and then looks back down at his cock. The head is tapered and flushed rush, already leaking with precum—holy fuck, is that a piercing just below the head—and a thick vein running along the underside of it. Laxus has a clean shave—Gajeel thought he would have had some hair below the waist—and his balls look so fat and swollen. He shivers at the thought of them slapping against his ass with each brutal thrust and jab to his prostate.

Laxus grips his jaw again, smacking his cheek with his cock. "You've been ogling me all fucking day. Ya think I can't notice? Think I can't smell your need?" Laxus asks, keeping Gajeel's mouth nice and wide for him. He rubs the head of his cock across Gajeel's lips, drawing out a pathetic whimper. "You reek and it's been fucking with my head all day and being a line with someone like you makes my brain wonder. Makes me think with my dick," he grumbles, easing the first few inches into Gajeel's awaiting mouth.

And Gajeel allows it. He lets his tongue lay limp while Laxus hisses above him, rocking his hips back and forth. His scent is thick and assaults his nose with each delicious drag of his cock. Gajeel tries to take him all, keeping his mouth nice and wide of Laxus, letting him fuck his face like a pathetic whore. Those heavy balls of his smack against the iron dragon slayer's face, relentless and unmerciful with each thrust and grain, but he never complains.

He moans around the girth, caressing the underside of Laxus' cock. He tastes divine; Gajeel wants more and more from Laxus. Wants him to fuck him until he can't remember his own name. It makes his ass clench; he's certain that if he had the proper genitals, he would be absolutely soaked.

"Look at you: taking my cock so well. Is this what you wanted, eh? Needy whore," Laxus mocks, threading his fingers in Gajeel's hair, yanking his head up and pulling him off his cock. Those flushed cheeks and his ragged breathing tells Laxus everything he needs to know and Gajeel knows this; he can feel it in his stomach. "Wanna feel my cock in your throat, don't you? Why don't you beg for it?"

Gajeel wanted to. He is so tempted to just get on his knees and beg, but his pride. His pride simply wouldn't allow him to submit so easily; he needs the fight. He wouldn't roll over and present himself like a bitch in heat; he wants to feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins as he fights for control—control that he wouldn't give up so easily.

He sits up, drool collected on his lips before he spits out a vicious, "No." It's daring, Gajeel assumes, squaring his shoulders back as those eliciting eyes narrow down at him again. He wants this—Gajeel wants a fight. It excites him and his cock stirs once again. When Laxus lunges at him, Gajeel returns the aggression, biting down on his shoulder.

Laxus gives a throaty groan, twisting his thick fingers in Gajeel's hair and yanks hard. The latter yowls in response, but doesn't let go. He keeps his grip firm on Laxus, eyes threatening to roll back in his head with each tug on his hair. Fuck, he really needs this—needs to be filled and fucked like a needy slut.

They roll around the bed, biting and scratching at each other, giving into their inner animals. It was a hunger that needed to be curbed—an instinct that they simply could not refuse. It brought them an odd sense of joy when one would attack the other, biting at any exposed flesh and clawing at each other's face. They were wild and voracious, desperate to taste each other, but not without a fight.

Clothes are strewn across the bed—correction: Gajeel's clothes are strewn across the bed as Laxus wrestles him on the mattress once more. Laxus' pants are still up, zipper yanked down as he straddles Gajeel's waist with that shit-eating grin of his. "Gonna stop fighting me and accept your role beneath me? You know you can't win this fight," he muses, one hand keeping Gajeel's hands pinned above his head while the other hands rakes down his chest, applying slight pressure to the fresh wound. "Wonder how much you'll cry when I split you open on my cock? What would your little water friend say if she could see you like this?" he taunts.

The humiliation has Gajeel bucking into Laxus's touch. He wants this; he wants to be humiliated and used like a touch. It's all he can fucking think about right now. White spots blur his vision when those calloused fingers brush against his nipples and Gajeel moans sinfully when Laxus gives a tug. "Fuck," he breathes out, back arching as Laxus chuckles.

The next tug is harsher and Gajeel clenches his jaw, screwing his eyes shut when Laxus twists his nipple between calloused fingers. Yes, yes, just like that—fuck, just like that. His mouth falls open to let out a needy cry, nor daring to look Laxus in the eye. He just knew that Laxus was mocking him, degrading him with those pretty eyes of his. You're fucking dirty is what his eyes said, and Gajeel knew it was true. He was so dirty for allowing this to happen—for allowing the man he swore to hate to use him and fill him up.

"That's it. Keep moaning for me," Laxus taunts, pressing open-mouthed kisses to Gajeel's chest, inching closer and closer to his navel. His hands smoothed across the supple and scarred skin, gripping and caressing everything he can get his hands on while Gajeel shivers. He grins again, biting down on a nipple and drawing out a pained moan from the latter. "Freak," he chuckles, pinching the other nipple. "Like having your tits played with, don't you? I could parade you around in a dress, make you my little woman."

God, wouldn't Gajeel like that? Maybe he was thinking with his cock again, but it made him shudder. Being a plaything for Laxus—being used and fucked when Laxus called for it; a man could into dream at this point. Having Laxus between his legs whenever the lightning dragon slayer was in the mood to fuck and to feel all that hot cum pour inside of him.

He was going to cum just from the sheer thought alone.

Nails are dragged across his chest, leaving about deep, red lines that would remain until tomorrow, and Gajeel is okay with that. He'll wear them with pride—they'll remind him that tonight was no fantasy and every thing he had ever hoped for came true. A sweet, secret scar that proves that Laxus has fucked him silly—that Gajeel was finally filled with Laxus.

Take that Freed.

Pain spikes when Laxus straddles his chest, rubbing the blunt end of his cock across Gajeel's chest, smearing precum across his nipples. "Don't act surprised. You have enough here to give me a decent titjob," Laxus teases.

I'm not complaining, Gajeel thinks, mouth falling as he watches Laxus rock his hips back and forth. He lets out a small moan each time Laxus' cock grazes his nipples, shivering and arching against the bed. He can't move but that's fine; Gajeel likes the view. Laxus' face is all scrunched up, cheeks burning red with his mouth slightly gaped and his tongue darting out to wet his lip.

Laxus is still moaning, rocking his hips back and forth at a steady tempo and Gajeel lets him. His mouth falls open to let out a hushed moan, but that's about it. He likes watching Laxus' eyebrows knit together while sweat gathers on his forehead, creating a small sheen. It has Gajeel wetting his bottom lip, still painful hard, but fuck, it's a sight to behold.

His mouth feels empty. Gajeel looks down at Laxus' cock and then back up at Laxus, hoping he gets the memo. Thankfully, he does and Gajeel feels the blunt head of his cock sliding in and out of his mouth. His noises are muffled by Laxus' pelvis, feeling his balls slap against his jaw with each thrust. He feels so dirty and humiliated yet he fucking loves every moment of it.

Gajeel swallows around Laxus, closing his eyes and letting the latter have his way with him. Yeah, use me. Fuck my face, shit, he thinks, eyes closed as Laxus groans above him, threading his fingers in the messy mop that's Gajeel's hair. It's a delicious and burning sensation that eats away at him; he gags a bit, but Laxus is relentless with his thrusts in and out.

"Ha, that got you to fucking shut up. Bet you've been dying for this, haven't you?" Laxus jeers, yanking Gajeel's hair again with a hearty rumble. "Bet you just wanted me to fuck your stupid throat until you're stupid, eh?"

Yes, Gajeel reflects, eyes rolling back into his skull when Laxus' cock reaches the back of his throat. He's choking but does he give a damn? Of course not, he's finally getting what he's fantasized about. No more using his hand to the sheer thought of being destroyed by Laxus. He would simply remember this day as he stroked himself to another orgasm—maybe he would hump his pillow like a horny teenager.

Switch it up a bit.

The first spurt of cum catches Gajeel off guard and he chokes, trying to wretch away from Laxus, but the iron grip on his hair keeps him in place. "Stay still," Laxus growls, making shallow thrusts as cum pumps from the slit of his cock.

Gajeel tries to swallow, eyes watering as his throat is filled with the sticky fluid. There's so much of it. He feels like he's gonna drown in cum and he has tears streaking down his face, looking up at Laxus with those pleading eyes. He needs to breathe; it's just too much right now and his jaw aches.

"Swallow it all," Laxus orders, pinching his nose shut. Gajeel has no choice but to obey, attempting to relax his throat and swallow. It's hot and bitter, going straight to his stomach. He nurses Laxus' cock like an infant suckling on their mother's tit; it's hard to breathe with a thick cock rammed down his throat.

"Fuck, just like that," Laxus pants, removing his hand from Gajeel's hair and strokes the side of his face when he pulls out, cock laying across those pretty swollen lips.

The praise makes Gajeel's chest swell.

He's flipped over, stomach pressed against the mattress as Laxus hovers behind him, hands caressing his ass. "Don't have much of an ass back here, do ya?" Laxus titters.

"Shut the hell up," Gajeel shoots back, looking over his shoulder before his eyes go wide and his body lurches forward. That abrupt pain that radiates through his ass has Gajeel biting down on the pillow, swallowing back the shameful noise. Oh, he didn't know that he needed that.

"Mouthy little bitch, aren't you?" Laxus scolds, giving Gajeel's ass another slap, watching the tanned flesh blossom a pretty shade of pink. He smooths his hand across the curve of Gajeel's ass, peppering kisses to his tailbone with a slight smirk. Carefully, he spreads the cheeks and drags his knuckle across the fluttering hole. "Want something in here, don't you?" he asks, prodding Gajeel's ass with the tip of his finger but not penetrating him yet. He just circles outside the hole and teases Gajeel, drawing desperate noises from the iron dragon slayer.

Gajeel swallows, biting down on the pillow. His voice wants to betray but he still wants to fight. His instincts beg him to keep fighting—keep fighting until Laxus just takes what he wants. It's all a game and Gajeel knows that no matter if he says yes or Laxus has his way with him, he still comes out victorious.

He grunts, knuckles curling when he feels Laxus's finger push in, being met with some resistance. Shamelessly, his mouth falls open and he tries to adjust his hips, raising them up to avoid the friction but Laxus keeps them pinned against the bed and attempts to push the finger in deeper. "No," Gajeel lies, eyes drawn shut as his hole greedily tries to suck Laxus in despite what he says. His body wants this—Gajeel craves this so bad, his body burns with an intense heat.

Laxus works his finger back and forth, still keeping Gajeel pressed against the bed while pressing open-mouthed to his unblemished neck. Gajeel's scent is so thick—almost as thick as Laxus' and it's such a wonderful smell. It's deep and musky—rich and so uniquely him. It drives Laxus mad and he can't help but bite down on the patch of flesh that so eagerly calls out to him. His dick stirs when Gajeel lets out another strangled moan and Laxus simply ruts against his leg.

"You sure? You keep sucking me in," Laxus muses, pressing another finger inside, catching along the rim of Gajeel's hole. It clenches and Laxus mocks him, pressing a kiss just above his taut ass. "I bet I could get you all loosened up, what do you think? How many fingers do you think I can fit in here? Maybe my whole fist?" he smirks.

Gajeel doesn't listen. His eyes are threatening to roll back, feeling Laxus' fingers press against his prostate, almost caressing that wonderful spot that made him see stars. His teeth are biting down into the pillow as his body is rocked back and forth with each brutal curl of Laxus' fingers. More and more! Fucking please, his brain screams, so desperate to be filled with something bigger—much, much bigger! He can feel himself growing weak, desperately clenching around Laxus' fingers and sucking him in. It burns but it's such a pleasant burn that makes him arch his back and shudder.

Laxus presses a third finger in, opening Gajeel wide open and simply tuts. "Can't even answer, yeah? Do I make you feel good?" he presses, curling his fingers into Gajeel's prostate.

He lets out a strangled cry, his legs tensing up as tears dot the corners of his eyes. Gajeel feels so wonderfully stimulated but it's still not enough; he needs more. Rocking his hips back, Gajeel watches the steady tempo of Laxus' thrusts, screaming into the pillow. "Need more," he shakes, clenching around Laxus' fingers.

"Can't hear you with that stupid pillow pressed against your face," Laxus snickers, adding yet another finger.

"More," Gajeel wheezes, tearing his face from the pillow and letting out a ragged breath. He can't even hide his shame anymore; the burn feels so delicious and he feels so full. His hole is stretched so wide, struggling to keep Laxus sucked in with each curl and jab to his sensitive prostate. "Laxus, fuck."

The blonde grins, daring to slide in his thumb. "Wonder how you respond to a whole fist in you? Bet it wouldn't be enough for you, would it?" he chortles.

"No," Gajeel keens, clenching his jaw. He's surprised that he's not a blubbering mess at this point. Laxus has stretched him so wide, he isn't sure that it'll return to its normal shape once they're through, but he doesn't utter a word. "Need more," he adds with a shaky moan.

More Gajeel receives, feeling Laxus slowly remove his fingers, leaving him strangely empty and yearning for more. Laxus puts a stop to his whimper, biting down into the taut swell of his ass. "Stop your bitching. I'm giving you what you want so shut it," Laxus orders, taking the ointment from his bag and slathering it across his fingers. "Can't have you bleeding out on me, now can we? I don't know if that's your thing but I don't want blood on my dick."

Again, Gajeel is stretched open. His hole is forced to accommodate Laxus' rough fingers, squeezing and clenching around them again. It burns so good and a dull sensation spreads across his lower half, cock brushing against the thin blanket. He wants to cum so bad but he forces himself to hold it back; it's so painful but he assures himself that it'll be worth it.

"Want," Gajeel rasps, twisting his fingers into the sheets, arching his back. "Need more," he spits out.

"Quiet," Laxus cuts off, sharply yanking out his fingers and caressing the curves of Gajeel's tight ass. "You'll get what you want. Give me a second, whore."

God, Gajeel always wants to cum from that word alone. He bites the sheets, drool gathering in his mouth while his breath hitches. He feels the head of Laxus' swollen cock at his hole, trying to force its way inside. It's big—too big!—and Laxus doesn't care when he's met with resistance (neither does Gajeel). The dragon slayer's voice wavers, muttering that it's not gonna fit and Laxus mocks him, calling him a baby for whining that it's not gonna fit.

Laxus tuts, ordering Laxus to shut and stop whining. His hips are thrusting forward, bullying his cock inside of Gajeel and Gajeel can't help but grip the pillow harder. It goes in finally and Gajeel's mind goes blank—filled with a sudden static while his body burns so delicious. It's so much—it's so good that he almost lets out a pathetic sob. Laxus's cock feels so good in him, stretching him out and filling him up so nicely.

He's weak, burying his face back into the pillow, gritting his teeth when Laxus grips his waist and starts thrusting. The slapping of his balls against Gajeel's ass, the growls and threats in his ear has Gajeel's mind spinning. He feels so fucking high, babbling utter nonsense as Laxus manhandled him. Each stroke had him choking on his breath, drooling and moaning into the pillow. Breed, that's all he could possibly think about. He wants Laxus to breed him and stuff him stupid with cum; wanted to be his cock warmer.

"Look at that: you're so loud," Laxus declares, smoothing his hand down the curve of Gajeel's back and reaching for his hair, yanking his head back and grinning when Gajeel shamelessly moaned. "You can't even form a proper sentence, can you? I got you stuttering stupid," he razzes, pelvis slapping against Gajeel's ass.

A moan is the only response Laxus can coax out of Gajeel. It wasn't Gajeel's fault that Laxus felt so good inside of him. At this rate, he was certain that he could feel the blonde in his stomach, trying to fuck his cum inside. His toes curled, mouth forced open when Laxus managed to hook a finger inside, choking Gajeel with each snap of his hips.

He wants to stroke his dick so bad, but the blankets will do just fine. They run against the sensitive head of Gajeel's cock and he lets out a strangled noise, rutting against the sheets. He imagines that it's Laxus' hand rubbing him, squeezing the shaft while said man was behind him, thrusting into his prostate. He needs—he wants to cum so bad and he's damn near sobbing as he edges himself, looking over his shoulder with hazy eyes.

"Cum," Gajeel huffs out, pressing his ass against Laxus's pelvis, matching the thrusts of hips. "Need to cum," he adds, mouth slightly gaped and his bottom lip covered in a thin sheen of spit.

"Wait," Laxus rasps, rolling his hips and shutting Gajeel up. He keeps the slayer pinned against the bed, pressing his chest against the tanned flesh with a groan that rumbles and mellows in the back of his throat. "You like this, don't you? Just can't get enough of me, can you?"

"Yes," Gajeel shamelessly whimpers, eyes blown wide with each plunge forward. It hurts so bad, it's good. His eyes are flooded with tears from the sheer stimulation, almost ready to break down and sob from Laxus fills him up so incredibly. His flesh is hot to the touch, covered in a dilute sheen of sweat. "Laxus, fuck, please," he pleads, clenching his jaw so hard, he swears his teeth are going to shatter.

There's a jolt of lightning that makes Gajeel seize up, ass clenching around Laxus that has both men moaning. It's a painful sensation that has Gajeel's eyes spilling back and drooling into the pillow. It happens again and Gajeel can't help but just scream blissfully. One turns into three, three into five, and the intervals just grow and grow. He is blinded by sheer lust at this point, crying out for Laxus and grinding his hips against the bed.

Laxus bites down on Gajeel's shoulder, teeth latched onto the patch of smooth flesh as he keeps rocking his hips back and forth. He's gonna make Gajeel feel so good; gonna fuck him until he can spill everything inside. Each thrust and rock of his hips had both Gajeel and Laxus moaning wantonly, hot and heavy as they took in each other's scent.

It was such an addicting smell.

Pulling out and earning a complaint from Gajeel, Laxus rolls him over and yanks him closer to his pelvis, draping those toned legs over his shoulder. "You're too fucking loud," Laxus notes, rubbing himself on Gajeel's hole, slowly working his way inside more more.

"You're, like, balls deep in me and fucking me. Are you really surprised?" Gajeel taunts before he tenses up again, feeling Laxus snap his hips forward. He chokes on whatever smart remark that had bubbled in his throat, tearing his nails into Laxus's shoulders and leaves behind deep, red wounds. "D-Dick," he gasps, wrapping his legs around Laxus' build and pulls him forward, ensuring the other male against his body.

"Maybe but I don't hear you complaining about it. If anything, you're a glutton for it," Laxus decides, squeezing the underside of Gajeel's thigh with a taunting simper. "You should have heard yourself earlier. Laxus, fuck, please. Ah, ah, ah," he mimics, purposely making his voice high-pitched while fucking Gajeel, adjusting his legs.

Gajeel grunts, legs tensing up when Laxus slides in deeper. Whatever retort or smart ass remark he had died down and his words are reduced to complete mush, nonsense falling from his chapped lips. "You—hn," he moans, pressing his face against the crook of Laxus' neck. It's a thick scent that covers him and one of the only things he can focus on; he feels so full—so wonderfully overstimulated and on the verge of tears. They threaten to fall from his eyes but they remain in the corners, blurring Gajeel's dark eyes.

With stuttering hips, Gajeel seizes up when the first spurt of cum fills him and the fat knot catches around his rim. It stretched him out—dear God, it's almost too much for him to handle—and he simply wails, eyes drawn close as he keeps his face buried in Laxus' neck, soaking the creamy flesh with hot tears. The cum inside of him burns—Laxus' knot inside of him burns so fucking much but he helplessly clings onto the larger dragon slayer, babbling incoherent words while Laxus keeps shallowly thrusting his hips.

"There we go," Laxus coos, keeping an iron grip on Gajeel's hips. "You're sucking me in. Desperate for more?"

Gajeel doesn't think he can handle another loud but meekly nods his head. The swell of the knot pumping in and out of his weak hole has him gasping, reaching up to twist his fingers in Laxus' hair, softly mewling, "I can't. I—too much."

"You can," Laxus grumbled, keeping his pelvis pressed against Gajeel's ass. He laughs, pressing kisses along the bite marks he left behind on Gajeel. "You'll be fine. Look: you're taking me so well. I can't even pull out yet. Doesn't that feel good, hm?"

It does. Feels so good; need more is Gajeel can think about, his breath ragged and labored as he tries to adjust his body, forcing his head to the side. He is so stuffed—honestly, Gajeel thinks that he can feel Laxus' cock crammed in his stomach and feels it bulging—and drool spills down the side of his face, wetting the sheets beneath them.

Gajeel tries to swallow, shifting his hips again. "Feels good," he admits, keeping his nails lodged into Laxus' back. He doesn't want the sensation to end but Laxus' knot is deflating, threatening to spill out of him. He presses against the stronger slayer, gritting his teeth. "Don't put it out. Feels good."

"I'll put it back again. You're such a greedy thing, aren't you?" Laxus snickers, pulling out of Gajeel with a wet schluck noise and rolling him over onto his stomach. Cum spills down Gajeel's thighs, pooling onto the sheets while Laxus works him open again, getting his fingers covered in cum. "It's never enough for you, is it? You just want more and more, don't you?"

"Yes," Gajeel slurs, arching his back when Laxus bottoms out in him again and he's fucked open. He forgets everything he wants to say, head hanging low as Laxus' balls slap against his ass. That pleasant burn is back and Gajeel doesn't even bother to muffle his pitiful cries anymore. Who cares if anyone hears? It feels so goddamn good and he likes the humiliation that settled in the bottom of his stomach.

Thr fucking kiss that follows has Gajeel sobbing into Laxus' mouth. Feeling those rough, calloused hands squeeze his jaw and forcing him to crane his neck leaves him hurting, but it's worth it. It's a terrible yet wonderful ache in his bones and leaves so helpless—so defenseless to Laxus' relentless and brutal thrusts. The feeling of Laxus' tongue choking him has Gajeel's blood singing and he's slightly disappointed when their kiss ends.

Laxus' hooks his finger into the side of Gajeel's mouth, forcing him to stare at the way with each thrust, forcing another finger inside to choke him. "If only you could see how you look from behind. It suits you," Laxus grins, squeezing Gajeel's waist with his free hand, marking up the delicate flesh.

It was desperation. It has hard, rough, passionate sex that has them. They are both wild, allowing each other to use the other to get off. The way their bodies fit together so perfectly, like they were made for each other, all hot and sticky as the seconds roll into minutes and minutes fade into an hour. It's hot, disgusting words and phrases, followed by sinful and delicious shivers that have them both gasping for air and devouring each other's mouth again. It's dark and disgusting, bright and carnal desire that swallows both men whole and refuses to lessen its grip.

A numbing sensation that leaves them both breathless as they come again, attached to each other by Laxus' fat knot. Gajeel is weak and barely conscious by the second orgasm, struggling to hold himself up as Laxus presses a kiss just behind his ear, gently rocking his hips back and forth. The knot isn't going down as fast as Gajeel expected, but he doesn't mind, laying his head on the pillow with a pleased sigh. He's filled with so much cum, he's certain that it's all going to ooze out the minute Laxus manages to pull out and get cleaned up. He relishes in the sensation, muttering a thank you as he closes his eyes.

When the swelling goes down, Gajeel feels so painfully empty and shivers when the cum comes pouring out. He doesn't bother reaching back to attempt to push it back it; he's so fucking tired and doesn't want to move. The dragon slayer just wants to sleep and curl into the pillow—maybe keep Laxus hostage and have his warm body at his side.

The bed shifts and Laxus leaves for a moment, tucking himself back into his pants and telling Gajeel that he's going to find some towels to get them both cleaned up. That's fine, Gajeel thinks, waving off the lightning dragon slayer and pressing his face into the other available pillow.

Right now, he just wants to enjoy the afterglow of his high and wallow in Laxus' heavy scent.


When morning arrives, Gajeel feels sore, groaning as he tries to sit up. Laxus pushes him back down on the bed, drawing out a complaint from Gajeel. "Let me up, asshole," he grumbles, hissing when he finally manages to sit up. Oh yeah, maybe he should just stay laying down. There's an ache in his rear end and pain that slowly chases after; he still feels weak and collapses against the pillow. "Never mind. I'm laying down," he sighs, pulling the covers over his head.

"Should of just fucking listened to me," Laxus scoffs, rolling his eyes and tugging his shirt over his head.

The boys sit in awkward silence for a moment, not daring to break the tension. They already fucked so now what? Did this change the status of their relationship? It's quiet—a cold chill passes through them and robs the very warmth from their bones.

Gajeel looks up, staring into those eyes he has come to adore. He is left speechless, wetting his bottom lip and opens his mouth before snapping it shut. What can he possibly say? "Hey, I've been thinking about you fucking me senseless like you did last night so thanks?" It sounds positively ridiculous and Gajeel doesn't want to burn with shame anymore. He already was exposed and vulnerable to Laxus last night.

The lightning dragon slayer speaks up, leaning back on the bed. "Last night, did I overstep any boundaries?" he quietly asks, looking over his shoulder.

"No. I was more so surprised you swung that way," Gajeel admits, rolling onto his side and gazing up at his partner—would they be partners now?—as he scratches his neck. He fumbles his words, spitting out, "Uh, I thought you and that one chick were a thing? You two seem clingy."

"Cana?" he asks.

Gajeel shakes his head, finding the strength to sit up without hurting himself. "Nah, the other one. The one who mans the bar—chick with the transformation powers."

"Oh, you mean Mirajane. Nah, she ain't my type and she doesn't like me," Laxus grins, drumming his fingers against the pillow. "She plays for the other team."

That—that makes a lot more sense, Gajeel thinks, closing his eyes again with a heavy sigh. "Shoulda seen that coming," he mutters, snatching the pillow away from Laxus' hands. That still doesn't ease his troubles; Laxus did say that he hates him so why? If Laxus despises Gajeel, why did he fill him with a pleasure that made him desperate and pathetic for more? Was it to torture him? To mock Gajeel and make him beg for another fix?

It troubles him.

They fall into silence again, giving each other quick glances and turning away. It's like they want to say something but words fail them, rendered useless as they remain in sheer silence. It has Gajeel's stomach twisting and knotting, wanting an answer out of Laxus, but he cannot force any words out.

Laxus then gets up, rummaging through his duffel bag. "We should leave soon. The train leaves in two hours and you've slept all morning," he informs, fixing his pants. He then leaves without another word, shutting the door behind him on his way out.

There's a certain hollowness in Gajeel's chest. That was it? Nothing else? They fucked, had some small talk about sexuality and if it was good, and then nothing else? Gajeel feels so empty, tossing the blankets off his lower half and forcing himself out of bed. He looks down, seeing the faint handprints from what had transpired last night and it sends a shiver rippling down his spine.

Perhaps he should have pushed Laxus away and not given into the sweet temptation. The carnal sin—the sheer pleasure that he felt last night when he was with Laxus was addicting and he wants another taste, but would not be granted another opportunity. Laxus despises him—he had made that abundantly clear but the signals are scrambled and Gajeel doesn't know what Laxus wants from him. It's driving him mad and he can feel the anger bubbling inside of him from total frustration.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Gajeel wonders if giving into the unholy desire was the right idea, because right now, it certainly doesn't feel like it. He feels absolutely foolish and holds his face in his hands, rocking himself back and forth.

Where the fuck do we go from here?