It has been months after that fateful mission and Gajeel is so confused and conflicted. He has gotten what he wanted: he finally got a taste of Laxus, but it left him feeling more empty than before. He felt a need to latch on Laxus and feel him close—like he was dependent on the other dragon slayer.
He would lay in bed, hand wrapped around his painfully erect cock and grit his teeth with each stroke. It's so infuriating, trying to bring himself to the brink of an orgasm and failing each time. Gajeel can't understand why; he's even gotten a stupid toy to mimic the actions from that night of passion, and yet nothing. He is left feeling hornier than ever, burying his face in the pillow with a disappointed groan.
"This sucks," Gajeel grumbles, rolling onto his back with a huff. There's nothing he could do to curb the carnal desire. If anything, it's getting worse and worse with each week. Heat flickers under his flesh until it becomes unbearable and Gajeel was holing himself in his apartment.
Damn, is it mating season already?
Gajeel dreads mating seasons. He becomes incredibly horny and super attached. When he was still in Phantom Lord, he could sneak away for a week until the burning sensation dissipated, but things are much different at Fairy Tail. The silly little Fairies—his new family—would often worry about each other, always checking up on any missing members if they didn't show up in the guild. At first, it was suffocating and invasive, but now, Gajeel welcomes the gesture.
The feeling of belonging—of having a guild that made you feel welcomed—makes his insides clench and his heart throb. It's odd at first, but Gajeel manages to overcome his awkwardness.
Right now, he needs to get rid of his raging hard-on.
He sat up again, looking down at the problem that swells between his legs. Obviously, masturbation isn't going to do anything and he couldn't run to Laxus for help. Gajeel has no idea what their relationship was like and they hadn't spoken to each other in a few months. They would give each other occasional nods, acknowledging their presence, but never uttered a word to each other.
Curse Gajeel and his inability to speak about his feelings without sounding like a complete moron.
Well, at least he had another option that could help him. Good thing she lives a few blocks away.
"You're what? You never had this issue when we were in Phantom Lord? Why don't you ask Juvia to help you?"
Gajeel let out a groan, massaging the bridge of his nose. "You know that she's like a sister to me, Yoru," he mutters.
Yoru sighs, gesturing for Gajeel to follow her inside the small apartment. "Take your shoes off. I don't want you tracking mud inside," she orders, kissing her dog on the forehead when he comes running from the back room, yapping and barking. "Shhh, Hunter. Go lay down in your bed, baby. I'll give you a treat in a second."
There's a fuzzy static that filled Gajeel's head. The heat's returning again, bubbling and brewing underneath tanned skin while his stomach twists and knots. He can smell everything—every scent is amplified and he could hear everything so much clearer now. From Hunter's soft panting to Yoru's heartbeat thumping in her chest. If he strains his ears enough, the dragon slayer would sure he could hear her blood flowing in her veins.
Stepping into the small bedroom, Gajeel makes himself comfortable on the bed as Yoru sits beside him, drumming her fingers on her fat thighs, awkwardly muttering to herself. "Oh uh," she mumbles, turning to Gajeel, "you want a handy or something else?"
"Don't say it like that. You make it sound fucking weird," Gajeel grunts.
"But you asking to fuck me isn't weird?" she retorts with a quirked eyebrow.
The slayer groans, gritting his teeth. "You were the only one I felt comfortable asking, damn it. It ain't bother you before when we fucked around in the past," he adds quietly.
Yoru remains quiet, hiding her burning face in her hands.
When they both were still in Phantom Lord and couldn't get laid, Yoru made a stupid joke that they should just sleep together which Gajeel agreed with, saying that it was a win-win situation for the two of them. They were young and dumb, had no idea what they were doing at first. Yoru absolutely freaked out when Gajeel knotted her got the first time—he didn't know he could even do that as a dragon slayer. It had been awkward and tedious for them, being stuck together until Gajeel pumped out the last bit of cum and then they had to wait until the knot swelled down.
"What the hell do you mean you can't pull out?!" Yoru yelled, panicking and whimpering when she felt hot spurts of cum still filling her. She felt so weak, sinking back into the throw-pillows on the couch as Gajeel tried rocking his hips back and forth, still gripping her waist.
"I just can't," he grunted, mouth slightly gaping when he pressed himself against the smaller woman, trying to pull out but was only met with a wave of pain. He didn't know why, but he couldn't pull out and it only caused him discomfort when he tried. Carefully, Gajeel parted Yoru's legs, squeezing the fat of her thighs and pressing his face against her shoulder blade. He muttered an apology, saying that he thinks he knotted her.
She blinked twice before muttering, "L-Like a dog? What the hell?"
Gajeel grimaced, looking up at Yoru. "Don't say it like that. That makes everything fucking weird," he groused.
"This is already weird enough! Your dick is still in me," Yoru moaned, nails biting into the flesh of Gajeel's shoulders, trying to sit up as he kept a firm grip on her waist. "Just—stop moving, damn it," she gasped, clenching around Gajeel's dick when he shifted his hips. "Just sit there and don't fucking move. We'll wait this out."
An awkward experience, but they did it every other weekend until they guild was disbanded and Gajeel joined Fairy Tail with Juvia. Yoru denied Juvia's invitation, saying that she wouldn't belong and she would just feel awkward with the others. The ex-Phantoms told her that the guild was rather welcoming (to Juvia; Gajeel, not so much) and they could go on missions together.
It was still a hard no.
The two friends sat in silence before Yoru swung her legs over Gajeel's lap, straddling him and gripping his shoulders. "Don't be too rough and give me a warning before you knot me. I don't wanna freak out like last time," she mutters, threading her fingers in Gajeel's messy hair.
The dragon slayer lets out a grunt, gripping her waist and grinding against her. "Yeah, yeah. Don't get all bitchy about it," he jokes, pressing his nose against her neck, dragging his tongue across the length of her throat. Her skin is salty, covered in a thin sheen of sweat as she shudders, allowing Gajeel more access to her body. He tugs on her shirt, gesturing for her to raise her arms.
Pulling down Yoru's thin tank top, Gajeel bites down on the collarbone, flickering his tongue across the red mark before kissing up her neck, kissing her wildly. They fall back on the bed, Gajeel caging her body against the mattress as he just devours her. He drinks her moans, hands caressing the side of her bottom and reaching for her ass, giving it a good squeeze. When her mouth opens, Gajeel forces his tongue, drowning her in his need and desperation.
It isn't Laxus, but he sure as hell could pretend it is. Gajeel could pretend that it was Laxus that he's dominating. He wonders how he could make the other dragon slayer moan out for him. Would the blonde even submit? Laxus doesn't seem like the type that would give up so easily. The thought of fighting the lightning dragon slayer for dominance makes his dick jump as he ruts himself against Yoru's leg.
Yoru lets out a noise, sitting up as Gajeel latches onto her nipple, gently biting down and digging his nails into her hips as she shifts in his lap. "No marks, fuck," she shivers, toes curling as Gajeel tempts fate and bites down harder, gripping her waist.
Gajeel ignores her, cocks pressing against her thigh while he hungrily sucks on her breast, massaging her love-handles. He didn't want to penetrate her just yet; he's still imagining how pretty Laxus would look beneath him. Maybe Laxus would allow Gajeel to get off before he penetrates the iron mage. There's no way that Gajeel could actually dominate Laxus; the blonde is so much bigger than Gajeel and the dark-haired mage likes it when Laxus touches him, growling out orders.
Pulling off her swollen nipple, Gajeel lifts Yoru's lower half, attempting to yank off her tight jeans and underwear. "Holy fuck, Gajeel. Slow down," she squeaks, pushing him away before sitting up completely. Her face is burning red as she undos the button of her pants, muttering, "I don't need you destroying my clothes, fucking pervert."
The iron mage grins, tugging off his shirt while flashing a canine at his friend. "Gihee, it's never bothered you before. What's stopping you now," he taunts, guiding Yoru into his lap and groping her ass.
She shivers, gripping his scarred shoulders while his fingers tease her poor pussy. "Running low on Jewel right now. Still on the run—shit," Yoru reveals, leaning forward and moaning into Gajeel's neck when his finger slowly penetrates her, fucking her open. His finger is calloused and thick, working its way in and out, just barely stroking against her g-spot. She reaches up, threading her fingers in Gajeel's hair and yanks hard. "Add another, please," she begs quietly, pressing herself against his finger.
Gajeel is zoned out, curling his finger and trying to fuck Yoru open, gathering her arousal on the tips of his fingers. He is trying to imagine that it's Laxus but the cries are too soft. They are too feminine for his taste; Yoru is a pretty woman, Gajeel will not deny that, but it's not Laxus. With the thought of Laxus fading in and out of his thoughts, he finds it harder and harder to maintain a hard-on. He grunts, trying to press himself against Yoru, but she stops him with a firm hand on his pelvis.
"If you aren't feeling it now, you don't gotta force yourself to keep going," Yoru says, her one arm still draped across his shoulders. She grins before pressing a kiss to his forehead and letting him pull out his fingers with a slick schluck! She lets Gajeel sit there for a while, stroking his hair and scratching underneath his chin to calm him down. "We can just fuck around and drink a few beers. That's better than having sex with someone you don't like," she says, pulling up her panties and slipping on a thin teeshirt.
Gajeel feels embarrassed, hiding his face in the crook of her neck. He knew that—he's aware that he's never had feelings for a woman before but this was just sad in his opinion. He just wants to curb this hunger and get over Laxus, but the damn lightning mage is the only thing on his mind. It's so bad that he couldn't even perform, but thankfully, Yoru's understanding and doesn't berate Gajeel for going soft.
Slipping on her pants and tank top, Yoru gestures for Gajeel to follow her into the kitchen. "I stocked up on beer. You're gonna out drink me one of these days," she jokes, handing a bottle to Gajeel and leads him into the couch. Cracking it open, Yoru takes a swing with her head tipped back.
He says nothing, drinking away his shame as regret twists his stomach. Gajeel wants to rid himself of this feeling—of his obsession and attachment to Laxus but it's damn near impossible for him. The man is infatuated with the lightning mage and he finds it pathetic.
The terrifying Kurogane has fallen and damn, he's fallen hard.
Yoru prods, laying her head across Gajeel's lap. "Come on. Talk to me," she urges, setting down her drink.
"It's nothing," he mutters, swallowing the last of his beer and pushing the empty bottle on the table. If Gajeel can just forget about Laxus, then he would be fine. He wouldn't feel this suffocating feeling in his chest—wouldn't feel so fucking empty anymore.
"It's something. You're uncharacteristically quiet," Yoru sighs, bouncing her leg up and down. "You know I won't judge you."
Gajeel is aware but he doesn't want to admit it. The iron mage doesn't want to admit that he is hopelessly in love with a brash lightning user; he feels like he'll be judged and mocked. Sure, Yoru is openly bisexual and has made out with Lucy more than once, but that was different. How could Gajeel fall for a man that tried to destroy the guild?
Well, Gajeel has no room to talk as he did destroy the guild but Laxus was the guild master's son.
He shuts Yoru up, pinning her to the couch and claiming her mouth, pressing his tongue inside. This time, Gajeel is going to force himself to forget about Laxus. If he got entangled with that thunderhead, he was only going to get hurt.
She moans into his mouth, helpless against Gajeel's cruel touch and drowning in his need. Pulling away, Yoru gasps, arching against the back when Gajeel drags his rough tongue along the slope of her neck. "Mm—kissing me to shut me up isn't going to—fuck!" Yoru hisses, toes curling when he bit down hard, drawing blood to the surface.
Gajeel hums in approval, keeping Yoru's legs spread apart and nudging her underwear out of the way. His fingers press against Yoru's clitoris, eliciting soft and pathetic cries from the voodoo mage. She's arching against the couch, nails digging into the cushions with each sob and whimper.
"Fuck—Gajeel, s-slow down," Yoru slurs, toes curling and her heart jumping to her throat. She threads her fingers in Gajeel's hair, falling back on the couch when he inches lower, biting her inner thighs. It's deep and hard, blistering the pale skin red as he drags his tongue across each once he leaves behind.
Clouded with desperation and a need to rid himself of the sinking feeling in his chest, Gajeel sucks on Yoru's clitoris, keeping her legs apart and draping them across his scarred shoulders. He works his finger in, curling and pressing against her g-spot. When she cries out, Gajeel adds another to keep her stretch open.
He can feel how slick she's become and Gajeel hungers for a taste. Anything to keep him distracted from Laxus—that damn mage.
Without warning, he presses his tongue against the fold of her pussy, slurping and sucking like she's the last meal he'll ever consume. Gajeel is rewarded with sobs and cries, groaning when nails bite into the soft sensitive flesh of his scalp. He rumbles, vibrations spreading throughout her body as he works his tongue in.
Again, those pretty moans assault his ears as he buried his nails into the fat of Yoru's thighs. She's like a bird, warbling out pathetically with each pornographic slurp; Gajeel can enjoy this. Yes, he can make this work, he's sure of it.
Yoru yanks his hair, grinding against Gajeel's face while she desperately chases after an orgasm. "Gonna cum—your tongue, please," she sobs, head falling against the couch as tears spill down her blotchy cheeks.
And Gajeel happily obliges, working his tongue as far as he can, massaging her legs and buries himself in her pretty pussy. His nose is pressing against her rigid clitoris, stimulating her as she cries out louder and louder until she's squirting. He can feel the damp walls of her pussy clamping around his tongue, drenching his face in her arousal. He doesn't mind, drawing his eyes shut while Yoru twitches on the couch
When she comes down from her high, Gajeel is already undoing his jeans, fumbling to yank them off and free his poor cock. The tip is flushed red, spurting a small glob of precum while he strokes the shaft. He looks up at Yoru and then down at his needy cock, relaying the message with a quiet grunt.
She slides off the couch, pushing Gajeel back to her original spot and settles between his legs. Those pretty violet eyes are looking up at Gajeel and he just knows that his cheeks are burning. She looks pretty there, nestled between his thighs with his cock in hand. Laxus would look nice between his legs too—
Stop focusing on that jackass, Gajeel bitterly thinks, hips bucking when Yoru's tongue flattens against the underside of his cock, tracing a protruding vein that calls out to her. It's a throaty moan that rumbles in his chest as his gaze is averted down, watching her through half-lidded eyes. Her lips are wrapped around the head, working it in and out of her mouth and almost reaching her throat.
"Shit," Gajeel gasps, one hand resting in her hair, feeling Yoru's hands squeeze his waist. He arches his back, fingers tangled in her mess of hair and giving it a yank, working her head up and down the shaft with each ragged breath. He's so lost in the pleasure, working his hips upward to match the speed of Yoru's sucking. He clenches his teeth, feeling his balls slap against her mouth.
He's not sure if Yoru is breathing correctly but she makes no move to stop him. No, she's moaning around his cock and accepting whatever Gajeel does. That's good—she feels really good, deepthroating his cock and drooling like crazy.
He wants—tears prick at the corner of his eyes—Gajeel needs to cum so bad. Yoru's face is pressed against his bare pelvis and Gajeel can feel his cock fucking the back of her throat; it's so hot and tight, he feels like he's going to explode at any given moment. Tears are working their way down his face as he violently shudders, clenching his teeth as he lets out a low groan.
One spurt turns into two and then three, then Gajeel loses count, bucking his hips upwards to ride out the wave of his mind-boggling orgasm. Hot, thick ropes of cum coat Yoru's throat and she's drowning in his desperation once again, but makes no attempts to move. He pumps more cum into her throat until it's dribbling down the base of his cock, collecting on his pelvis.
She pulls away, leaning over to cough and catch her breath. Tears stain Yoru's red face and her eyes are watery, groping Gajeel's strong thighs. "Give me a fucking warning before you try to choke me on your dick," Yoru gasps, wiping the corner of her mouth and allowing Gajeel to drag her on the couch, caging her body against the cushions.
"That's assuming there's a next time," Gajeel counters, shucking off his jeans and boxers, kicking them to the side and grinding against Yoru. Like before, she's still soaked and Gajeel swears he can feel her pussy throbbing against his cock. This is good—this all is good.
"Knowing you, you'll go into this cycle again and will ask me again," Yoru huffs, gripping his shoulder as he squeezes the underside of her thighs. "Unless you manage to find a mate before the next cycle."
Like that will happen, Gajeel thinks, eyebrows drawn together before he smacks the blunt end of his cock against the swollen clitoris. There's a pause and Gajeel can't help but look down at Yoru, examining how red her face is and how her lips are so swollen. He caused that and it made his chest throb; did he look this weak when Laxus took control?
No, Gajeel hisses at himself, pulling Yoru's body close to his, roughly easing his way inside of her pussy. Stop thinking about him, he reprimands, jaw clenched once he's bottomed out in Yoru. Gajeel can hear her—can feel her squeeze around his cock and try to adjust to the size. The cold metal that is pressing against her spongy walls is probably making her lose her mind, nails biting into the meat of his shoulders.
"M-Mh! Gajeel," Yoru breathlessly moans, tears blurring her vision and she can barely spit out a sentence, feeling Gajeel draw back his hips to slam back inside of her. It steals the breath for her lungs and she cries out, body being fried with the sheer lust that is oozing from Gajeel.
He's so mean, brutally fucking her and keeping his cock pressed against her cervix, almost giving it little kisses. It hurts but it feels so good; Gajeel is hungry, face pressed against the crook of her neck while she yanks his hair, whimpering pathetically in Gajeel's ear.
It does nothing but spur him on, balls slapping against her slicked pussy. The lewd noises fill the silence and they hear nothing but wet slaps from their session. Gajeel keeps her body caged against his body, trying to fuck her into the cushion, quietly groaning in her ear.
It's so hot—Gajeel feels blinded by the lust that clouds his vision. His balls feel heavy, still slapping against Yoru's pussy with each thrust. He wants to breed—wants to be bred; he's not too sure anymore. Gajeel knows that he's desperate for an orgasm and he's going to do whatever he wants to get said orgasm.
The iron mage readjusts, bending Yoru's body so her thighs are pressing against her chest, legs still up in the air as Gajeel drives his cock in harder. Oh God, he's reaching so much deeper and Yoru shrieks, clamping around his cock.
"Wait—ah!" Yoru gasps, eyes widened and tears streaking down her face. She's discombobulated, moaning and screaming as Gajeel is so brutal—so rough with her body. It's like he doesn't care, just using her like a fleshlight. It's a pain so good, Yoru can feel herself wanting to cum again. It's a hot pleasure that shoots through her veins like liquid, filling her head with a numbing static.
The way Gajeel's cock is going in and out, giving kisses to her poor, beaten cervix has her toes curling. She can barely speak, only gasping and moaning wantonly with each jab to her cervix. It hurts but it's a blinding pleasure that makes her numb to everything else but the carnal desire. Her legs are twitching, barely able to stay up in the air but Gajeel keeps them up in the air, driving his hips back and forth.
He clamps down on her shoulder, feeling her pussy spasm and flutter around his cock. She's cumming and Gajeel is hit with a wave of pleasure arousal, his nose sensitive to the change of scent in the air. Yoru's eyes are flooded with tears, watching as she weakly hooks her arms around his thick neck, shifting her legs.
"You okay?" Gajeel asks, his voice raspy and low, still thrusting his hips back and forth.
"I can barely feel my lower half," Yoru admits, trying to catch her breath. "Are you trying to fuck my stomach?" she jokes.
Gajeel doesn't know what the hell he's doing at this point. The pleasure is making his brain dizzy, making it hard for him to remember that Yoru was a dragon slayer and her body was a lot more fragile than his was. She's so delicate compared to him, so easy to break if he isn't careful with her. If he tries hard enough, Gajeel is certain that he can make her stomach bulge with his cock.
Disregarding the question, Gajeel bites down on Yoru's neck, keeping her firmly rooted to the couch. He rocks his hips, drawing out a small whine for her. All he wants to hear are her moans—wants to hear her babbling and spitting nonsense. It's a good distraction—Gajeel desperately needs this.
"Gajeel, wanna try something?" Yoru blurts out, gripping his shoulder.
"I swear to God, if you suggest pegging," he growls.
She laughs, sitting up on her arms. "As hot as that sounds right now, no. It's better than that," she explains, dragging her tongue across her lips. "I can double our pleasure. It'll be good, I swear."
Gajeel pauses for a moment, mulling the thought over before he agrees with a nod of his head.
Allowing the magical energy to flow, Yoru produced the magical circle and her body shifts for a split second before she's back to resting against the couch, drawing Gajeel close. "If it's too intense, I can release the spell. Found this trick out by accident," she chuckled.
"Lemme guess: with blondie?" Gajeel snorts.
"What? She's fucking hot and I like hearing her whimper," Yoru retorts.
He shakes his head, grabs a handful of Yoru's ass and pulls her back to his body. There's a slight twinge of pleasure that shoots down his spine but Gajeel ignores it, ghosting his lips across her shoulder blades, marking her up as much as he can. Not a single patch of skin was going to be left unmarked once he was done with her.
Drawing back his hips, Gajeel slams in again and promptly chokes on his breath, eyes wide with an ignited pleasure. It shoots through him, lighting him up as he stays hunched over Yoru. It's like someone was fucking him from behind, stimulating his prostate with each drag of his cock. He's reduced to a sobbing mess, pathetically thrusting his hips back and forth as Yoru holds onto him.
Her fucking magic is the cause of this.
Gajeel can't breathe, clenching his jaw as he fights the urge to let out submissive and weak moans. His legs are trembling, failing to keep him up with each pump. The pleasure is ebbing and flowing, filling him up and up until tears are streaking down his face. He can't—he can't keep doing this. It feels too good—Gajeel feels so wonderfully full and he knows nothing is inside of him.
Oh God, is this how his dick felt? He could feel something pressing inside of him, thick and hard against his prostate. Gajeel keens, his pacing sloppy and weak as his knees threaten to give out. It's almost too much; he knows he's not entirely huge but it's just enough to touch him in all the right places and he swears he can see stars at this point.
Sensing Gajeel's distress, Yoru coos at him, easing his cock out of her pussy before laying him flat on his back. "It's a little intense at first, but it'll feel really good. I promise," she ensures, straddling his waist and guiding his cock into her pussy once again.
The iron mage let out a strangled moan, arching his back and gripping the dark mage's hips. There it was again, that blinding pleasure and the burning build-up inside of him. He's breathless, eyes barely open as Yoru moves herself up and down his cock., muttering reassuring words in his ear. His cock is nestled nicely against her g-spot, causing her to moan out his name.
It feels good—Gajeel can't stop moving his hips. He needs it to be rougher—he needs it to hurt. His cock bruises her cervix, rough and relentless with each devastating thrust. His pleasure is doubled, feeling how Yoru slicks his cock with her pussy and that jabbing sensation that consumes his lower half. His breathing is ragged, mouth slightly parted and his fingers interlaced with Yoru's, looking up at her with hunger.
He wants to hurt her. Gajeel wants Yoru to hurt him—wants to sink his teeth into her neck until he can taste the blood coating his tongue.
Leaning up, Gajeel yanks Yoru down, smashing her breasts against his chest. He frees one hand, only to thread those calloused fingers of his in her short hair and claim her mouth. His tongue darts in, tasting and savoring every inch of her while she moans pitifully into his open mouth. Yeah, just like that—that's exactly what he needs.
The sinful desire is too much at this point. It's building up in Gajeel, wanting to erupt and spill over. He thrusts upward, hard and fast as Yoru keeps squeezing his one good hand. She's close and needy; Gajeel can feel it—can smell it.
"Gajeel, Gajeel, please," Yoru chants, face lodged in the crook of his neck, drowning herself in his warmth and muffling her own desperate pleads. "Gajeel, it feels good—fuck, I'm gonna cum."
Cum. Fucking cum, Gajeel thinks, jaw clenched as his thrusts are more sharp and fast, practically stabbing her insides but yet, she never complains. He's mean, forcing Yoru to take every inch of him until he's shot his load inside of her. It's hot and thick, coating all of her insides while she lets out a small shriek. It's probably because he's knotted her and it's keeping her wide open.
Yoru hits against his chest with closed fists, eyes threatening to roll back into her skull. "You're—ha—you're such a dick. I told you to warn me," she moans, body going limp in his arms.
He lets out his own low moan, body twitching from the aftermath of his orgasm and the conjoined pleasure from Yoru's active magic. Gajeel knows that his cum is hot, almost burning but still feels good. It's a wonderful sensation that sates his desire for now.
Now, they just need to wait until the knot deflates.
"You okay?" Gajeel asks breathlessly, brushing Yoru's hair out of her face.
She sits up for a brief second, shivering when the knot shifts. "I'm—fine," Yoru manages to get out, gently pressing her stomach. There's so much cum in her—they both wonder if it was enough to make her stomach swell like in those cheesy hentai videos.
"The million-dollar question is if you're okay?" Yoru asks.
"Mm, 'm fine," Gajeel lies.
He lays there, aimlessly staring at the ceiling. His mind doesn't feel as fuzzy as it did before. His ass is sore though, throbbing from the aftermath of Yoru's magic. It's not as pleasant as when Laxus fucked him into the sheets.
Again, Gajeel has to stop himself. He can't think about the lightning mage anymore. They fucked one time, that was all, but his heart want Laxus.
Yoru touches Gajeel's face, thumb swiping across the curve of his cheek. "Hey, you okay? Was it too much?" she quietly asks.
"'m fine," Gajeel answers again, voice cracking as he sits up, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
"You're lying to me. You got tears in your eyes," she quietly points out.
He touches his eyes, feeling the hot tears building up and spilling down his flushed cheeks. Goddamn it, was Gajeel really that pathetic? Did he really fall for that stupid mage and cry when he realized that it would never happen? Yeah, he did and Gajeel feels like a fucking idiot, pressing his head against Yoru's chest.
He feels so fucking foolish for thinking he could betray his heart. Gajeel is in love and he hates every moment of it. He doesn't want to get attached to another person; bad things happen when Gajeel gets attached. He craves more and more, never wanting his favored person to leave until they had had enough of his smothering.
The iron mage can't help it. When Metallica left, Gajeel had no one. He had gotten in trouble so many times, causing wherever he went for a shred of attention—for someone to look his way. To have a place to belong.
Yoru strokes his face, easing him up so he's pressed against the soft plush of her breasts. She coos at him, rubbing his back while he tears his nails down her unmarked back—the voodoo mage lets out a stifled groan—heaving against her skin.
All Gajeel could do was sit there and curse himself for being so weak.
Laxus doesn't know what he has done wrong. Sure, he can be socially awkward, bullying his fellow guild mates and sitting by himself when the Thunder Tribe wasn't around, but he wasn't that bad to be around, right?
Mirajane likes to strike up conversation every now and then, the both of them trying to out drink each other and it always ends with Mirajane having to forfeit the watch, returning back to her duties. It's a weekly thing that Laxus surprisingly looks forward to, taking his usual spot at the bar and ignoring Natsu's taunts.
Of course, his anger gets the best of him most days and Laxus retaliates, zapping the salamander and sends him running to pick a fight with Gray instead—at this point, the ice mage has lost his pants and
Juvia clogs her nose with a wad of tissue.
An average day in the Fairy Tail guild.
He looks over at the other side of the bar, finding Yoru and Gajeel talking amongst themselves. Normally, the lightning mage wouldn't care but he can't keep his eyes off of the iron mage. It's been a few months since they had interacted with each other—Laxus doesn't blame Gajeel for putting distance between them. His approach had been so sudden, so direct, and he had just taken what he wanted. At first, the blonde kept blaming himself but Gajeel never objected his advances—no, that sounded rape-y when he put it like that.
Ugh, it's fucking with his head and Laxus hates this. He hates this awkward pit that has rooted itself in his chest and it doesn't help that Yvaine is too close to Gajeel. Of course, she can't smell the scent that permeates in the air—she can't smell that Laxus is possessive, claiming Gajeel as his own.
Fuck, he sounds desperate and it's pathetic.
Yoru's eyes meet Laxus's and they both just stare at each other before she stands up, whispers something in Gajeel's ear—which causes him to chuckle and leave from the bar—and approaches Laxus. She then takes a seat next to him with her drink in hand, clicking her nails on the counter.
"What?" Laxus rasps.
"You're staring awfully hard at Gajeel," Yoru coolly states, taking a long swing from her drink. She then turns to the heir, a confident smile on her lips as she pats his shoulder. "Didn't anyone tell you that it's rude to stare at a taken man?"
Laxus feels an urge to break something.
Instead, he wills himself to control his breathing, fighting back that beast that rattles the cage and demands that they tear this thing limb from limb. He does not act on his emotions and takes another drink from his mug, setting it down once he finishes it. "You're pulling my leg. Gajeel ain't that type of be tied down," Laxus declares, lying to himself.
"Are you sure about that? I've known him longer than you so I would know him better than anyone here," she reminds Laxus, asking Mirajane if she can have another beer. "What do you even know about Gajeel? Do you know anything personal about him?"
I know he's submissive, Laxus thinks but keeps the thought to himself.
Yoru takes this a chance to keep speaking, dropping her voice low. "I know that he loves it when he's scratched under the chin. How he loves hard rock music and the blues—jazz and punk pop are his guilty pleasures," she laughs, taking the beer from Mira with an expression of gratitude. "As I was saying, you don't know Gajeel like I do. I've seen him at his lowest—I've seen the shit he's been through."
Laxus presses his mouth into a tight line, gripping his mug until it threatens to break for the sheer force. "What the fuck does that have to do with anything? Telling me he's taken by you?" he growled.
"Maybe. Maybe not; who's to say?" Yoru sighs, running a hand through her hair. "I just know a starving man when I see one and Gajeel isn't your next meal," she adds, jabbing her finger into the flesh of his collarbone with a taunting smile.
Pounding the last of her drink, Yoru leaves Laxus stewing in his anger. He lies to himself, saying that Gajeel wouldn't date her but he can smell the iron mage's rich scent on the shorter person—could almost taste him in the air. It infuriates him—Gajeel is soured by her scent, he swears.
Leaving his half-empty mug, Laxus stalks towards Gajeel, letting his nose direct him to the fellow dragon slayer. He needs—Laxus wants to rub his scent all over Gajeel until it chokes him. A possessive thing he is, but who can blame Laxus? He's used to getting what he wants.
Gajeel offers no resistance when he's dragged away the collar of his shirt. Laxus tells the little book nerd that he needs to talk to the mage for a second and Levy doesn't even say a word, just nods her head and goes back to talking with Jet and Droy.
Making their way to the storage room, Laxus wrestles Gajeel, pressing him against the wall. The latter lets out a muffled groan, raising his knee but is stopped when Laxus latches onto his neck, piercing the first layer of flesh.
He goes limp—feels submissive as Laxus gives a nice, hard suck. It feels incredible; Gajeel claws at Laxus's back, arching against the wall with ragged breath. His mind goes blank, tuning out everything else but the sound of their heavy pants and pathetic cries. The smaller mage is painfully hard, precum already beading at the tip as Laxus moves lower.
"Wait," Gajeel chokes out, head tipping back upon feeling Laxus's tongue on his stomach, yanking up his shirt and licking towards his pierced nipples. He can't spit out anymore words, knees giving out at Laxus follows him to the ground, laying him down to continue his wicked assault. He feels too—everything begins to throb.
Laxus bites down on his chest, gripping Gajeel's waist and keeping him pinned to the wooden floors. It feels so dirty, knowing anyone could walk in on them and see them in such a compromising state. Such a thought shouldn't arouse any normal person, but these men aren't so normal.
Gajeel's pants are yanked down, just pooling at his ankles and Laxus lifts his hips, pulling him into his lap. The iron dragon slayer is huffing, trying to control his breathing and moans when Laxus bends down to bite his inner thighs. He's so small—Gajeel wants to feel like he's worthy of being loved. He hates having to be strong and he just wants to come completely undone—it was a selfish desire but he needs it so bad.
"You reek," Laxus huffs, pressing sloppy kisses to the dark wounds he leaves behind, inching higher and higher up Gajeel's thighs. The air is thick with need and desperation, but it's also soured by the overwhelming scent of the damn voodoo mage. It's an irritating scent that makes Laxus see red—it needs to be cleansed.
The iron user pants, pressing his back against the wall and watches Laxus's head dip between his thighs. Gajeel only has a chance to hold onto Laxus's hair, arching his back when he feels a hot tongue pressing against his hole; it's a weird sound that echoes in his ear and his cock twitches in response. Loud, obscene noises escape his throat while his cheeks are burning—his whole body feels so fucking hot, submitting to Laxus.
He arches again, feeling that hot muscle force its way deeper inside of him. Gajeel swears it's going to press against his prostate if Laxus keeps this up; tears blur his vision, threatening to roll down his face. He feels full—Laxus's scent is driving him crazy and his cock is so painfully hard. Mating season sucks—this hurts so much but he feels so good at the same time. Oh, Gajeel just needs to be fucked right now.
"More," he rasps, his jaw clenched while threading his fingers in Laxus's hair, moving his head back and forth. Raising his hips, Gajeel proceeds to fuck himself on Laxus's tongue without any shame—he was desperate, so could anyone really blame him for taking some control?
Laxus allows this, hands gripping Gajeel's muscular thighs, pressing against the tanned flesh until he was sure bruises would blossom in his wake. He devours Gajeel, fucking him desperately with his tongue and drinking in the delightful moans that fell past his hips. It's a disgusting, sinful noise that makes Laxus's cock jerk in response, pressing against the fly of his slacks, and he fucking loves every moment of it. How Gajeel arches for him, tearing into his hair with each shaky whimper. It's fucking beautiful and he craves more from the iron dragon slayer.
With a final slurp, Laxus pulls away and wipes his mouth. Gajeel looks divine with those burning, red cheeks and that sinful look on his face. Yeah, Laxus wants to see more—wants to watch Gajeel blubber and scream from the desire that consumes him.
They say nothing as Laxus kisses Gajeel. It's hot and heavy, tongues pressing against each other and exchanging saliva. It's messy and wet, resulting in both of them sprawled on the ground, Gajeel on top of Laxus and straddling his waist. He's so hard, pressing his cock against Laxus with a throaty groan.
Gajeel allows himself to pull away, swooping down immediately to bite Laxus's neck. He considers it payback for the earlier months—he's desperate when he bites down, keeping Laxus pinned beneath his body. The dragon slayer didn't want to let the heir go—didn't want to be left in such a desperate state again. He hates being alone—yes, he's used to being used for other people's success or pleasure but not this time. He was keen on the idea before but Gajeel doesn't want to let go.
"Gajeel," Laxus growls out in a low voice, arching against the wooden floor when Gajeel grips his hard-on through his jeans. Again, he manages to moan out, "Keep this up and I'm fucking you against the wall."
"Maybe that's what I want," is Gajeel's retort, pulling away with that shit-eating grin on face.
Laxus grunts, sitting up and gripping Gajeel's wasit, keeping him firmly pressed against his groin. It's a warm sensation that heats his bones and leaves him a bit breathless; Laxus was going to ruin Gajeel. He was going to fuck this man until he was a sobbing, drooling mess, keening and whining for more and more. Until Gajeel couldn't remember his own name.
The blonde looks up at Gajeel, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and parted lips. Yeaah, Laxus was going to make him scream once he was done with the iron mage.
"Take 'em off. All the way," Laxus growls, his voice thick as Gajeel aboves him shivers with delight.
"Take 'em off yourself," Gajeel challenges, smirk still widening. The look on his face is priceless as Laxus forces him to the ground, wrestling his pants and boxers off. God, the lightning mage is cruel, madhandling like Gajeel like he's some cheap sex doll and the sick part is that the iron dragon slayer absolutely loves it. The warm and rough hands squeezing and grabbing at his thighs, forcing them open until there's a dull pain that festers beneath the skin. God, he really needs this; Gajeel needs Laxus to fill him up and put him in his place.
Gajeel wants to lose control.
Finally, Laxus manages to undo his pants, cock sliding out of the pant-hole and dripping with precum. The tip is so painfully red, engorged and beaded with his own arousal. The cool breeze makes him shiver, still hunching over Gajeel with his thighs spread apart. Their breathing is labored and their senses are running rampant; the scent of Yoru still lingers on Gajeel and Laxus's anger flares up again.
He really despises that fucking woman.
"Don't just fucking sit there with your dick out," Gajeel pants. Clenching his jaw when Laxus slid inside of him with one thrust. It tears a muffled groan, forcing him to arch his back and claw at the ground. He tries to keep himself grounded but Laxus snaps his hips forward, pressing right against his prostate and arches again for Laxus. "S-Shit!" he hisses, toes curling from the sudden shock that ran up his spinal cord.
Laxus grins, gripping Gajeel's hips and snapping his hips forward at a steady tempo. His balls slap against the curve of Gajeel's ass, filling the room with deliciously wicked cries and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin. It's wet and messy, both parties covered in a sheen of sweat as the lightning dragon slayer keeps the latter caged against the ground. He can't help but swoop down, biting down on the junction of Gajeel's neck, drawing a pained moan from the smaller dragon slayer.
Gajeel's legs twitch, burning with a dull ache as Laxus forces his legs over his broad shoulders. He can feel the cock reach deeper, dragging across the velvety walls of his ass, hammering against his overstimulated prostate. It leaves him swimming in liquid pleasure and his back aches for more; Gajeel fists Laxus's hair with a strangled cry.
"Harder," he bites out through clenched teeth, vision slightly blurred from the tears that have gathered in his eyes. Gajeel throws his head back, letting out a dirty noise when Laxus presses hard inside of him. Just—oh fuck, this is exactly what he needs. He needs it rough—Gajeel wants to be manhandled and have all control stripped away from him.
He only wants Laxus.
Gajeel's back burns from the friction against the wooden floor but he doesn't care; he's too overstimulated by the sheer pleasure that chases up his spines and pollutes his brain. Everything feels so sinfully hot and Gajeel swears he's burning from the inside out. He can't barely speak, babbling out slurred and incoherent phrases with each jab to his prostate. He's moaning, legs still twitching and aching with a dull pain that throbs but he doesn't seem to care; everything but pleasure is foreign.
Laxus folds his body in half, pressing harder into Gajeel with a deep groan that rumbles in his chest and his teeth bared. Drool coats his lips in a thin sheen and Laxus feels like an animal, fucking Gajeel so desperately and roughly. His hips snap back and forth, pelvis slapping against Gajeel's ass; it's messy and the slick noises echo off the walls and ring in their eyes. "Gajeel," Laxus growls hungrily, claiming the latter's mouth again, drowning the smaller male in his desperation and need. He can't stand that Yoru's scent is so heavy and is still ingrained in Gajeel's clothes.
The first wave of their orgasm has Gajeel keening, back arching off the wooden floor and scratching Laxus' shoulders. He can't pull away and is paralyzed but the fireworks that go off behind his eyes. It's a blindly light that stuns him and has his head spinning. He feels so good and he holds onto Laxus like he's going to lose him; Gajeel doesn't want to lose this feeling or the latter again. His head falls back onto the wooden planks with a quiet thud and his chest rises and falls with each ragged breath. Gajeel can barely see, everything is so blurred and he could barely identify Laxus's silhouette.
Gajeel calls out to Laxus, voice still hoarse from the moaning and shrieks of pleasure—he prays that the fighting is still continuing and no one could hear Gajeel getting fucked like a a bitch in heat. He trembles, stilling up and grasping Laxus's shoulder, pressing his face against his neck. "Stay here," the iron mage mumbles, inhaling the intoxicating scent; it soothes him and calms his nerves, allowing Gajeel to relax against the lightning mage.
"You don't stink anymore," Laxus breathes, keeping his pelvis pressed against Gajeel's ass. "It was starting to piss me off."
"I didn't think you could smell much," Gajeel shrugs, humming when another spurt of cum fills him. "Since, ya know, you have a lacrima and shit."
Laxus resists the urge to roll his eyes, rocking his hips forward instead and grinning when Gajeel groans into his flesh. "Yeah, I can smell your friend on you," he voices, pulling the iron mage in his lap and thrusting upwards. "It has me curious—shit!—about you two. You smelled too much like her; you fucked her, didn't you?" he growls in a dangerous tone, swiping his tongue across the upper row of teeth.
Gajeel moans, legs wrapping around Laxus's torso. His mouth falls open, pressing wet kisses along any path of available skin, letting his teeth nip and wound the pale flesh. "Why does it matter to you?" Gajeel manages to spit out, twitching when Laxus brushes against that spot that has his toes curling. "You didn't seem to care after ignoring me for months. You smell like Mira," he points out.
"I didn't sleep with Mira," Laxus argues, squeezing Gajeel's hips.
"Who's to say I fucked Yoru? I spent a few days at her house," Gajeel grins, rolling his hips. "Even if I did, why do you care? Ya jealous?"
Yes, Laxus thinks, clenching his jaw and fucking Gajeel harder. He knows that he has no right to feel jealous since he practically abandoned Gajeel but can't help it; when Laxus wants something, he gets what he wants. Maybe it's his need to claim Gajeel that has him so possessive of the other man.
After all, it is mating season.
"Laxus," Gajeel hisses in his ear, needy and helpless. He buries his fingers in those precious blonde locks, yanking the strands hard while working himself up and down the thick shaft. Laxus was going too slow—Gajeel wants it to hurt until his bones are weak and aching. He latches onto Laxus like a lifeline, dropping himself onto his lap with a deep sigh, relishing in that wicked pleasure that licks up his spine. "Touch me," Gajeel quietly orders, gesturing to his painful erection.
And Laxus obliges, pumping Gajeel's cock as he watches him with hungry eyes. Gajeel looks divine as he rides Laxus without a care in the world. Sweat thinly coats his chest and Laxus licks his lips like Gajeel is his last meal on earth. He grunts, face scrunching up and his head falls back with another pleased sigh. "Fuck, Gajeel. You're gonna make me cum again," Laxus admits.
"Good," Gajeel retorts, pushing Laxus onto his back. "Not letting you up until you do. I need—just stay with me right now," he shivers, allowing Laxus to rest his hands on his strong hips.
The only sounds that escape the duo are sounds of pleasure and the wet noises of skin on skin. They kissed each other hungrily, tearing at each other's flesh and skin, rolling across the floor and switching positions every so often. A desperate attempt to tame the beasts within each other, feasting on the other's carnal sin and claiming each other as mates. Their bodies screamed as heat licked the inner walls of their stomach, hungry to consume the other one and become the alpha of the relationship, but neither one was willing to give in even though it was obvious what the dynamic was between the two.
Only when Laxus sinks his knot in the tight hole a second time does Gajeel go completely numb, barely able to hold himself up. Laxus has to hold Gajeel up, waiting until his knot deflates; the blonde rubs circles into Gajeel's hips, chest pressing against his scarred back. Neither party speaks for a while, just enjoying each other's warmth and company. It's oddly soothing and neither one seems to be disappointed with what has transpired.
Gajeel looks over his shoulder, cheeks still flushed and gestures for Laxus to lean forward. He presses his lips against Laxus's open mouth, humming when the kiss is returned. "Stay like this for a bit longer. Legs are weak," Gajeel admits with a quiet chuckle, closing his eyes.
"I can take you home," Laxus whispers, inhaling Gajeel's scent. It no longer smells foul or muddied by Yoru's overwhelming perfume; it smells like darkness and wood. He doesn't know how to explain how Gajeel smells but it's something that's entirely new and uniquely him.
"Yeah, take me home so you can fuck me harder?" Gajeel chuckles. "Properly this time?"
Laxus swallows the lump in his throat. "Are you implying that there'll be a next time?" he inquires.
"Maybe. I don't know what will happen between us now." There's a slight pause and Gajeel leans forward, shuddering when Laxus's knot slides out with a slick pop and cum streaks down his toned legs. He then sits across from Laxus, using his ripped shirt to keep up the mess between his legs with a grimace. "You hate me yet you keep doing this with me and I—never mind. It's fuckin' stupid."
"No. I want to hear what you have to say," Laxus states, blocking the door.
Gajeel grits his teeth, flicking his tongue over his incisor. "Don't worry about it. Let's just go before someone notices we're gone," he grumbles.
But Laxus doesn't budge. He remains in front of the door with his arms folded across his chest and he even grins. "Sure. We can leave after you tell me what's on your mind, gears for brains," Laxus beams.
"It's nothing. You already made your feelings clear about me," Gajeel snarls, baring his teeth. "Do you just like being a pain in my ass and keep me wanting more? Do you get off on this?"
Laxus doesn't know how to respond. He's been conflicted about his own emotions for a few months now; he knows that he swings both ways and he does find Gajeel quite attractive, but he didn't want to admit those feelings. How could Laxus admit that when he attacked Gajeel months before for his past sins? It's pathetic how he couldn't vocalize his attraction but had no problem sinking his cock in Gajeel's ass without hesitation.
He runs his tongue across his lower lip, slowly speaking, "I—I don't know."
Gajeel presses him against the door with a grunt, claiming his mouth, His tongue darts inside Laxus's mouth, cramming his tongue down the latter's throat, attempting to drown him in his saliva. The iron mage then pushes away, red coloring his cheeks before he whispers, "You better figure it the fuck out because I'm not playing these games with you, Sparkles."
Laxus almost chokes, "Sparkles? What kind of shitty nickname is that?"
"I know you ain't complaining when you call me bolts for brains," Gajeel retorts with a click of his tongue.
"Mine actually sounds better," Laxus grunts, grabbing a handful of Gajeel's ass and keeping him rooted against his lap. He takes a deep breath, pressing his forehead against Gajeel's chest. "Listen: I don't wanna play games. To be honest, I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I don't know if I'm acting on instinct or on attraction."
Gajeel is quiet before he grins—it's wide and shit-eating and by God, it makes Laxus want to fuck him all over again. "You saying you play for the same team, Sparky?"
"Right, you didn't know that Freed and I used to date," Laxus sighs, ignoring the equally shitty nickname Gajeel has graced him with. He looks up at the iron mage, leaning against the door. "If it's not too much, can we just try to take things slow? Not rush into the sex bit like we did? Twice now?"
"Well, you marked me twice so I don't see why not," Gajeel chuckles.
"Mark?" Laxus questions.
Gajeel nods, gesturing to the faint wound on his neck. "Yeah, you did that months ago when we first did it," he explains, wadding up his shirt. "Put the rest of your clothes on and I'll explain at my place. This is probably your first heat cycle."
"It is," Laxus admits, letting Gajeel slide off his lap.
"Makes sense. You can't keep your dick to yourself."
The lightning mage rolls his eyes, pulling up his pants. "I didn't hear you complaining. In fact, you were begging for more," he taunts, pressing his lips behind Gajeel's ear. "Ah, fuck, Laxus, harder. Please—fuck, just like that," he mocks, grinning when Gajeel turns around to swing at him, but ultimately misses.
"Shut yer yap and put your fuckin' clothes on so we can leave," Gajeel grumbles, face burning with embarrassment as he loops his belt around his wast.
Laxus can't help but laugh, draping his coat over his large shoulders. "Alright. Alright, no need to get violent about it. Lead the way, lightning rod," he jokes.
"Fuck you."
"That's the plan, yes."
