Laxus POV
I locked my office door at the guild and went outside to teleport back home. Freed, Ever, and Bickslow asked if I wanted to grab a drink with them, but I was in no mood to deal with their bickering. I was cranky and frustrated. Blondie being gone for two days wasn't helping because, right now, I wanted her cunt and her perfect mouth more than anything.
Fuck this. She's not the only good lay out there.
I decided to get a drink after all, but not with my team. They fawned over me almost as much as the women did, and I didn't want that much attention.
Once home, I showered and pulled on a semi-decent shirt. I knocked back a few drinks before I left, knowing I'd need a slight buzz to be able to tolerate an evening at a noisy bar. I made my way to the most popular bar in town, figuring that my best shot at a hot chick was there.
The music inside instantly gave me a headache, and the stench of so many sweaty bodies made me want to hurl. I pushed past the throngs of people dancing and sat down by the bar counter. A bartender with vividly pink hair sauntered up to me.
"What can I get you?" she purred, batting her lashes. She didn't interest me.
"A large whiskey and a beer," I ordered. In record times, she put the drinks down in front of me along with a tissue paper that had her name scrawled on it next to a pink lipstick mark.
"This one's on me. I get off at midnight," she flirted.
I nodded briefly, before returning my attention to the dance floor. I downed the whiskey before sipping on my beer.
Suddenly, I caught a flash of blonde walking towards me. My stomach tightened in anticipation, but anticlimactically, the face attached to the blonde head was beautiful, but unimpressive.
She walked up to me, perching herself on the stool next to mine. She trailed a finger along my bicep. I staunchly ignored her, sipping my beer as I watched people grind against each other.
"Hi there," she cooed. I finally turned to look at her. "Wanna buy me a drink?" she asked seductively.
"Sorry honey, I don't do blondes," I told her flatly. I could see the sting of rejection flash over her face. She was pretty, and therefore was probably not used to being rejected. She slumped off the stool and quickly walked away.
Several more women tried after her. Some were subtle, with just a coy "hello," and a flirty wave; others were more forward, to the point where one woman straddled my lap and pressed her lips to mine before I had to gently, but firmly, throw her off.
I was starting to get irritated. Was there not one woman in this bar who wasn't a complete psycho, throwing herself at me? As that thought formed in my mind, I saw a woman in the middle of the dancefloor. She seemed to be alone, swaying deliciously to the music. Her long, brown hair hung loosely down her back. Her skimpy red dress threatened to fall off her shoulders every time she spun. She had sharp, angular features, and was tall, even by my standards. She might have been only a few inches shorter than me. I could see her bright green eyes all the way across the dance floor. Nothing about her reminded me of Blondie. Except maybe her impressive rack.
Perfect.
I ordered another large whiskey and gulped it down before walking over to her. I caught her hips mid spin, pulling her towards me. Our chests pressed together and I placed my hands on the small of her back, my fingers grazing her toned ass. She wrapped her arms around my neck, bringing her lips to my ear.
"The famous Laxus Dreyar gracing me with a dance?" she asked sardonically, a cocky smile playing on her lips. Shit, she really was stunning. I rolled my eyes, pulling her against me more firmly as we swayed. Her lips found my ear once more and she introduced herself.
Fay, I think she said. Though it could have been May. The music was too loud, and honestly, I didn't care that much. I let one hand skim up her side, grazing her tit, before drifting back down. I wrapped my fingers around her slender thigh and pulled her leg up. Our cores pressed together, and she ground herself sensually against me. She slipped her leg out of my grasp, spinning around to press her butt into my groin. She reached a hand back, tangling her fingers around the hair at the base of my neck. My arms wrapped around her waist as she moved her hips against my dick. She craned her neck back to look at me, pulling my face down into a kiss.
"Let's get out of here," she whispered huskily, holding my hand and dragging me to the exit.
We went back to her place, and before I could shut the door, she'd slipped out of her dress, standing before me in nothing but a pair of panties. I caught her in my arms and crushed my lips to hers. If I was being honest, it was a mediocre kiss, though I couldn't understand why. She knew what she was doing. She even knew what she was doing when she wrapped her lips around my dick and began sucking in earnest. It was a good blowjob. I may have even moaned once or twice, but it didn't take my breath away.
She was equally enthusiastic in bed, and her pussy felt damn good. She moaned my name as I fucked her and it sounded incredible coming from her mouth. We fucked on the bed, on the floor, against the wall, and on the couch. She came several times, and I came more than once. On paper, she was a fantastic lay, and if I was my normal self, I'd have eventually hit her up again at some point.
But the next morning, when I woke up, I had absolutely no interest in fucking her ever again. I slipped on my pants and was pulling on my shirt when she woke up.
"Stay, babe," she purred. "I was hoping to get a workout in before we got breakfast," she winked.
I internally cringed at her cheesy line, but for half a second I considered taking my pants off again. Normally, that's what I would have done. I'd have fucked her one last time before heading out.
"No can do. I gotta get to work," I said flatly, buttoning my shirt.
She got up on all fours and crawled towards me. She was still naked, and fuck, she looked good. She hooked a finger through my belt loop, pulling me towards the bed.
"C'mon Laxus, let's go one more round," she purred.
I leaned over and spanked her ass playfully before removing myself from her hold. "Really can't. Sorry," I said, winking at her as I walked out. Before I got to the door, I heard her rush up behind me. She pinned me to the wall and pressed her lips against mine. My hands held her bare waist as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. I responded half-heartedly before gently pushing her away.
"I'm running late," I said. I saw her face fall, and to appease her, I quickly kissed her again. "See ya, gorgeous," I smirked as I walked out.
I teleported back to my house to shower her scent off of me and change, before heading to the guild.
I sequestered myself in my office, now positive that something was wrong with me. Fay or May, whatever her name was, was a stunning woman and an absolute vixen in bed. She all but begged me to fuck her again, and I still walked out of there. I was worried I was sick, or maybe my dragon slayer lacrima was acting up. Maybe I had a brain disease. I considered asking Freed to check my symptoms, but decided he'd panic too much. Maybe Levy could help? Or Mira? I'd go to Porlyusica, but that old hag terrified me. I sat back and thought this through logically. I first needed to rule out the possibility of anything being wrong with my lacrima. I could maybe ask Cobra, or one of the Sabertooth guys, since they all had lacrimas, but that seemed like a lot of effort to go through for something I wasn't a hundred percent sure about.
I stepped out of my office, walking to the banister.
"Gajeel!" I yelled, my eyes scanning the floor. I saw him sitting next to Levy, his arm around her. He looked up to glare at me.
"What, Thunderbolt?" he snapped. I let his little dig go.
"My office. Now." I ordered, marching back to my chair.
A minute later, Gajeel appeared, shutting the door behind him and making himself comfortable on the couch.
"I was flirting with my girl. This had better be important," he said boredly.
"I think something is wrong with my dragon slayer lacrima," I confessed.
"Why? What's going on?" Gajeel sat up straighter, looking a little worried.
"There's this girl. And I can't get her out of my fucking head," I gritted in irritation.
"Is she your mate?" he asked.
"Mate? What? No. I don't think so…" I was confused. Was Blondie my mate?
"Have you slept with this chick yet?" Gajeel continued questioning.
"Yeah. And it was fucking great," I said, sounding a little dreamy.
"I don't need details, dude. And it's after you slept with her that you can't get her out of your head?"
I nodded. "I even fucked this other girl yesterday, and man, it was so good, but by the end of it, I just felt… meh. She was amazing in bed, but I didn't want to continue screwing her. It just felt like something was missing, you know? It didn't feel as incredible as it had with…," I almost let Blondie's name slip.
"Wait, wait, wait. You slept with another woman? Like you got it up for her and you came and everything?" Gajeel asked, his mouth gaping.
"I thought you didn't want details, man. But yeah, I got it up, she came, I came, the whole shebang," I waved my hand vaguely.
"Okay, well, we can rule out mating then," Gajeel deduced.
"Huh? What? Why?" I asked indignantly.
Do you want Blondie as your mate? I ignored that thought.
"Buddy, if you'd picked your mate and slept with her, you physically wouldn't be able to get hard for another person. It just wouldn't happen. You'd stop experiencing sexual attraction unless it was directed at your mate," Gajeel said matter-of-factly.
"Then what the fuck is wrong with me, Gajeel?" I roared.
"Fuck if I know, man. Maybe you just like this girl?" he offered.
"Dude I barely know her. Like emotionally. We just screw," I admitted.
"Look, I don't know what's happening. Maybe it's a second generation thing. Maybe you work well with this girl, and had you been a first gen, she may have been your mate, but because you're second gen, you're going through some of the emotions, without it being a full-fledged mating. I'm shooting in the dark here, but for now, that's my best theory," Gajeel shrugged.
"And what about her? Does she also feel the same things? Does Levy feel the same things you do?" I probed.
"With mating, it's a two-way street. Your mate will feel for you as deeply as you feel for her, with the only exception that she won't die without me. If she were to ever leave me, irrespective of how or why she left, I would physically die. But she wouldn't if something happened to me first," Gajeel's voice broke a little, his intense love for his mate becoming evident. Clearing his throat, he continued, "But with you, I'm not sure. I can't tell you if she feels the same way. And in all likelihood, if she left you, it would suck pretty bad for a while, and sex may never feel as good again, but you'd move on. Again, though, I'm talking out of my ass. This is just my best guess. Cobra may be able to help more, if you want to talk to him," Gajeel walked over to me and patted my shoulder.
"You okay, man?" he asked, concerned.
I let out a frustrated sigh. "Yeah, I am. Thanks, Gajeel. Your theory sounds like the most plausible thing right now. I appreciate it," I clapped his arm.
"Anytime, man. Shout if you need anything," he said kindly, walking out of my office.
I dropped my head onto my desk. Gajeel made sense. I wracked my brain, thinking of anything else to explain it, but came up empty. I didn't know what that meant for Blondie and I now. I couldn't date her. No way. I barely knew her, and besides, I wasn't the kind of guy who dated people. My irritation only grew the longer I thought about this. I stood up and punched my wall in frustration. Soon after I heard a knock on my door.
"Come in," I called. The handle turned and Gildarts stuck his head in.
"I heard the punch. All good?" he asked. I forgot that our offices shared a wall.
"Yeah, man. I'm good. Just girl trouble, you know?" I laughed humorlessly.
Gildarts had a smile playing at his lips. "Yeah, tell me about it," he said with a roll of his eyes. He pushed my door further, leaning against the frame.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Apparently, I have semi-mated with someone," I laughed at how dumb that sounded.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Gildarts asked, his eyes widening.
"It means she isn't my mate, because I'm a second gen slayer, but I feel strongly for her and so I'm experiencing a lot of the same emotions," I summarised Gajeel's theory.
"Well, go after her then," Gildarts said with a shake of his head.
"Nah, man. I hardly know the girl. I've slept with her a couple times, but that's about it," I shrugged. I felt a little bad, downplaying the times Blondie and I'd spent together, but in reality, it had just been sex. "She's taking up every single brain cell of mine even though I know close to nothing about her. It is frustrating, to say the least," I sighed. Changing the topic, I continued, "Anyway, what girl trouble are you going through, old man? What happened to the wisdom that comes with age?" I chuckled.
"It's just delicate. We aren't exclusive, but we also have an incredible connection, and keeping it like that without letting too many emotions come in the way is a little sticky," he shrugged. "Guess my issues aren't half as bad as yours, huh?" he asked, laughing.
"Definitely not, buddy. Our girl problems aren't even in the same league," I chuckled. Gildarts shot me an encouraging smile.
"I'll leave you to it, Laxus. Take care, man," Gildarts said, moving to close my door.
"Yeah, you too dude," I said as he pulled my door shut.
When I heard the door click into place, I let my head fall back on my desk, groaning at the situation I'd wound up in.
I needed to figure out whether or not this was something I wanted to talk to Blondie about.
A/N: I. Fucking. Love. Writing. Laxus. POV. That's it. That's the entire note.
I had a few people being like hmmm Laxus sounds like he's mated. And some more people were like please threesome irl not just in dream. Hopefully this chapter clears stuff up helps really ground all the various dynamics.
Also, I know you must be thinking, "damn this chick left a plot hole wide open. Why the fuck didn't Laxus recognise Gildarts's scent? Especially when they were in close proximity?" Well, the answer is, 1. Laxus didn't really fixate on the smell early on as much as just notice it; 2. He's stressed af at the moment and is probably not too focused on the way Gildarts smells; 3. It's fanfiction, there are no rules, and I choose to have Laxus not recognise the scent. I'll probably reiterate this explanation through the plot at some point, but in case I don't, here ya go.