Dragon Family Values
Disclaimer – I do not own Fairy Tail
Summary: Sting gets drunk.
Author's Note #1 – I'm using the 100 Theme Fanfiction Challenge for this collection. I thought it'd be something different.
Author's Note #2 – This one I am rating T.
Author's Note #3 – These drabbles are pretty much one-shots and are not related to each other in any way unless otherwise indicated.
Author's Note #4 – *Illusion: a false idea or belief
Illusion (Rated T)
Natsu entered the guild with Gajeel and Rogue where they were suddenly accosted by a panicking Wendy.
"I couldn't stop him! I'm so sorry!" Wendy cried.
"Stop who from what?" inquired Natsu as he tried to calm the young girl down.
"Well," interceded Gray as he snickered, "your dragon pal over there got in a drinking contest with Cana."
Natsu's eyes widened dramatically. It was then he noticed that Sting was up on the bar, dancing around. To no music. Cana was laughing and encouraging him to continue.
"You let him drink?!" Natsu exclaimed, looking ready to bolt.
"Shit," said Gajeel. If the iron dragon-slayer knew anything, it was that you never gave a true dragon-slayer alcohol. Well, it least it was just Sting. And not Sting, Rogue, and Natsu. That would a whole other hell.
Rogue sighed. "He knows he's not supposed to drink. What brought this on?"
Gray continued snickering. "It started with Cana challenging people to drinking contests. Then she set her sights on Sting. He refused at first, but then she called him a wuss, and here we are."
Natsu started creeping backwards. He'd dealt with a drunk Sting before. It was not pleasant. He was just as bad as Lucy.
Suddenly, Sting stopped dancing when he noticed the small crowd near the guild doors. He gasped and grinned. "Natsu-sama!"
Gray flinched. "Juvia! No—wait. Natsu-sama?" He turned to look at the fire mage, who was now hiding behind Gajeel.
The guild members watched as Sting jumped down from the counter and ran over to Natsu. He shoved Gajeel out of the way and hugged Natsu.
"Natsu-sama, I missed you," he said as he rubbed his face against Natsu's cheek.
The fire mage tried desperately to get out of Sting's vice-like grip. "Sting, let go."
Sting moaned. "I love it when you say my name. Say it again."
Natsu placed his hands on the white dragon-slayer's chest and pushed him away. "Seriously, stop it."
To his surprise, Sting did. But then the white dragon-slayer's eyes started tearing up. "Are you mad at me, Natsu-sama?"
Natsu took a step back. Why was it always crying? "I'm not mad," he insisted, hoping Sting's tears would stop before he started sobbing. "You're just making me a bit uncomfortable."
"Oh," said Sting as he began smiling stupidly at him. "I know how to fix that."
Before Natsu could respond, Sting grabbed him by the hand and shoved him into a chair next to a table laden with food.
Everyone in the guild watched in amusement, confusion, and embarrassment when Sting straddled Natsu on the chair and began trying to feed him.
"Say ah," started Sting, bringing a forkful of chicken to Natsu's mouth.
"I'm not doing th-mmph." Natsu was cut off by Sting shoving the food into his mouth. Why did drunk people always want to feed him? "Sting, I don't—mmph."
"Is it good, Natsu-sama?" Sting asked hopefully.
Natsu—crying internally—nodded. He cast his gaze around the guild hoping someone would help him. The fire mage was not pleased that the girls were staring at them with blushing cheeks.
Once he made eye contact with Gajeel and Rogue, who were watching the exchange in amusement, they approached the two dragon-slayers.
"I think the Salamander has had enough," said Gajeel as he tried pulling Sting off of Natsu.
Sting responded by wrapping his arms around the fire mage. "You will never take me from my Natsu-sama!"
Juvia watched the exchange with interest. "Juvia has been too passive," she said, turning her gaze to Gray. "Juvia must be more like Sting-san and take what she wants."
Gray decided now was his time to make a run for it.
"Would ya let go of him already? He looks about ready to suffocate," said Gajeel.
"Sting, you're embarrassing yourself," added Rogue. And me.
"I don't want to leave Natsu-sama," insisted Sting.
"We know that," said Rogue. "But I think…Natsu-sama wants you to take a nap. Right, Natsu-sama?"
Sting stuck his tongue out at Rogue. "No one's allowed to cal him that except me!"
"I'm gonna kick this brat's a—"
"Sting," interrupted Mira, cutting off Gajeel. Maybe she could help them out. "Natsu cares for you, right?"
Sting nodded.
"And don't you think he wants what's best for you?" she continued.
Sting nodded again.
"So don't you think it might be a good idea to do as Natsu wishes and let go so that you can take a nap?"
Sting shook his head. "No."
"No?" Mira echoed. She was so sure her plan would work. "Why not?"
"Because if I leave, Natsu-sama will go away. I don't want him to go away. I love Natsu-sama," Sting answered simply.
Natsu blushed while several of the girls squealed, commenting on how cute it was that Sting confessed to Natsu.
Thump!
"Oh, dear," said Mira. "It seems this was too much stimulation for Erza. She's passed out."
"S-Sting," stammered Natsu.
"Yes, Natsu-sama?"
"I…I won't leave," he said. "I just want you to…sleep this off. I'll stay with you."
Several of the girls squealed again, this time about how cute the two dragon-slayers were being.
"Promise?"
"I promise."
Sting hugged the fire mage once more before getting off his lap. He grabbed Natsu by the hands and walked out of the guild.
"We should probably follow them just in case," said Rogue.
"There goes my evening," growled Gajeel.
Sting woke to a pounding headache. Placing a hand to his aching head, he opened his eyes. Where was he? It took him a few seconds before he realized he was in Natsu's house.
In Natsu's bed.
He looked down at himself. Where were his clothes?
He looked next to him. Where were Natsu's clothes?!
"Holy shit!" he yelped as he fell out of the bed, the sheets tangling around him.
The sounds caused Natsu to stir. "Are you yourself now?" he asked, stretching as he sat up.
"What the hell happened yesterday?" he shrieked. In a manly sort of way, of course.
"You don't remember?" Natsu responded with a frown.
Sting shook his head as he continued staring at Natsu wide-eyed. He was almost afraid to ask.
"You decided to take Cana up on her offer and had a drinking contest," Natsu began. "You were totally drunk. First, you were dancing on the bar counter. Then you hugged and nuzzled me. After that, you straddled my lap on a chair and fed me, and then you said you were afraid I'd leave and told me you loved me."
"I-I did all that?"
"That's not all," continued the fire mage. "I took you here so you could sleep it off. But you had other things in mind."
Sting swallowed hard. What had he done? He hadn't done what he thought he'd done…right?
Natsu got out of the bed and knelt close to Sting's face. "You walked up close to me, kinda like this. Getting even closer and closer…"
"Y-Yes?"
"You threw up on the both of us," finished Natsu as he pulled away. "You threw up all over Igneel's scarf, too. Do you have any idea how disgusting that was? Not to mention it was a pain in the ass trying to clean you up! Who tries to hug another person when they're covered in vomit?!"
Sting blushed in embarrassment. His thoughts had been correct. He had thrown up. It always happened when he drank. He still wasn't sure why he was so clingy, though.
"I'm sorry," said Sting. "I know I upset you when I drink."
Natsu sighed. "It's not that. It's the fact that you always think I'm going to leave you. I'm not going anywhere, Sting. I love you."
Sting grinned. "I love you, too, Natsu-nii."
Suddenly, Natsu shot up and gripped his hair in angst. "I just realized something!"
"What?"
"The whole guild heard you say that you loved me! But I think they misunderstood!" That explained the nosebleeds and Erza passing out.
"Misunderstood it how?" Sting asked confusedly. Then it dawned on him. "Wait! Like that?! What the hell are we going to do?"
"Tell them you're like a brother, not a lover?" Natsu offered with a weak smile.
"I have a feeling they won't believe that."
"You're probably right. We might need a distraction."
Sting frowned in thought. "We…could always get Gajeel drunk. No one's got anything on him when he's wasted."
Natsu paused. "Let's do it."
Author's Note – My brain baby has finally left the building. Please review!
*Next Theme – Blood*