Here's part three. I hope you all enjoy it. Warning, this has very NSFW content in it. And take note that it's between two drunk men who were arguing, and are undergoing a power struggle, so it's not the most healthy sex. If you want to skip it then not much plot happens, there's a summary at the bottom of the chapter.

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Chapter Four – Fucking

Laxus pushed Freed's back against the walls of the hallway, his hands knotting themselves into the long hair's belonging to his retainer. He was rough with his actions, unforgiving and putting as much power as he could into it, leaning down against the other man and flushing his strong body against his guard's, purposefully trapping him against the wall.

Not like that stopped Freed from returning every domineering kiss right back to Laxus with the same amount of power and frustration behind it. Just because Laxus had initiated the kiss, it didn't mean Freed would relinquish any amount of control.

That was fine. This could be a continuation of their fight.

After they broke for a short breath, Laxus took advantage of Freed's tilted head and dove his lips onto the other man's neck. He began to attack his retainer's pale skin with sucking and biting and whatever else he could think of that would cause a hideous mark when he was done; fully intending to make it as obvious as possible, knowing Freed would be forced to hide it when they were done.

Although he was focused on his task, Laxus could feel that one of Freed's cold hands had slid up under his shirt and was kneading and pushing against his stomach. Laxus hissed at the sudden coldness that was running over his warmed torso, and he could swear he heard the fucker chuckle at it.

That wasn't acceptable.

Satisfied that Freed would have a hellish time trying to hide the hickey, Laxus pulled his lips away from his neck and began kissing him again. He pushed himself further against Freed, his thighs either side of Freed's waist so that their crotches were pushed tight against one another, and smirked as he felt the man go rigid under his actions.

Spurred on by this reaction, Laxus slowly began gyrating his hips as to thrust against Freed. It was a subtle and slow motion, intent on teasing him. It must have been working, because even Laxus felt his cock rising to a half hard state.

With one particularly slow and brutal thrust into the other man, Laxus heard the quietest groan of pleasure; he couldn't be sure if it was his own of Freed's. It was entirely possible that it was his own as he was too distracted by the friction in his pants and the relentless kneading and scratching that Freed was tormenting his left pectoral with. Even when he was pushed against a wall and trapped by a man larger than he was, it seemed that Freed wasn't going to lie down and take it. Laxus smirked at the realisation, it was more fun this way.

Needing to outdo the other man, Laxus pulled back a fraction, just enough for his own hand to slide down the other man's form. He felt strong muscle ripping under the thin fabric of Freed's everyday clothes and took a moment to appreciate the man's build. He was stronger than Laxus had expected, a definite plus.

But the man's abs – which were apparently rigid cut, if the sensation under Laxus' wandering hand was correct – weren't his target. His hands kept sliding down until his hand was over Freed's crotch; he was starting to get hard too. Good.

That was only going to get worse for the retainer.

Laxus put as much strength as he could into groping and grinding his fist against Freed's cock and balls. He was rough, and sadistically methodical. He would pump and tug at the man's dick until he was on the edge of pleasure, then grab his balls and squeeze them sharply to make it all fall away for the retainer. The grunts and hisses were music to Laxus' ears.

Whether it was due to enjoyment at what Laxus was doing, or as a way to get power back, Freed didn't just sit back. He tore open Laxus' shirt in a single tug, and the prince couldn't be sure if all the buttons were still attached to it. That was the last thing on his mind though.

Now with his shirt open and part of his chest exposed to the cold hallway of the inn, Laxus couldn't help but hiss at the sensation as he pulled away from the kiss. Freed took this chance to lean up slightly and press his own lips against Laxus' collar bone, obviously trying to give Laxus a hickey that was equally as unsightly and hard to hide as the one Freed himself would have to deal with. Laxus couldn't find it in himself to care.

Suddenly though, he felt Freed's hands around his crotch. He expected a retaliation of groping, but it never came, and Laxus felt a sense of anger that his dick wasn't getting any fucking attention now. He glanced down to see what the hell Freed was doing, and almost froze.

The fucker was unbuckling his belt. He was stripping him. In the damn hallway.

"Out here?" He whispered harshly, voice somewhat croaky, and a patronising grin split open on his features. "Are you seriously that fucking horny?"

"Far from it," Freed replied, voice also hoarse. His expression was equally as cocky. "I just want to see you come undone when you realise anyone could leave their room and see the great Prince Dreyar getting fucked by his staff."

A lot of things entered Laxus' mind at that point. First; there was no doubt in Laxus' mind that he would be the one fucking Freed in this situation and the smug fucker should know this. Second was the urge to wipe away the cocky expression off the man's face and, indeed, let whatever was happening between them both occur in the middle of the hallway just to disprove what Freed had suggested. Thirdly, and most annoyingly, was the realisation that maybe this wasn't a good idea. Royalty wasn't meant to have one-night stands – hence why Laxus' sex life was all but non-excitant – and doing so with an employee was even more misguided. Even if they went into the bedroom, it was still a bad idea

But then, the idea of ploughing into this man, making him moan and squirm and cum while fucking him raw sounded so damn good. To have this cocky bastard under him, as his fuck toy for the night, would be hotter than any hell in existence.

He grabbed Freed by the waistband of his trousers, pulled him close and purred into his ear.

"I am going to fuck you in your own damn bed, Freed Justine, and you're going to fucking thank me for the honour," His voice was calm, did not quiver and left no room for arguments.

"Will I?" Freed showed no sign of being shaken by that. "Well, if you want even a chance of that happening, your highness, then I think it's fair to warn you that I am not a man to relinquish power easily."

"Didn't seem that bothered when you were getting my pants off," Laxus retorted.

"You're aware that all I need to do to end this right now is to go through this door and lock it, aren't you?" Freed said plainly. "And given this," He nodded down to Laxus' unashamed erection. "I imagine you won't like that."

"Like you're any better," Laxus growled back, pushing their crotches closer together so he could feel Freed's own hard-on against his.

"Perhaps, but all I need to do in walk into the town and I'll be able to find someone and take them into bed. I imagine a prince doesn't have that freedom," Freed smirked, and Laxus felt rage flow through him. He was right. "So, unless you want to end the night beating yourself off in all your princely glory, you really should start behaving yourself, your highness."

It was the alcohol, the blood pumping his dick, and the promise of destroying Freed in bed that made him spit out his next word.

"Fine."

"Good," Freed smirked, face like a devil. "Strip, only to your boxers if you're a coward, but do it quickly."

Now having lost all sense, Laxus found himself complying. He didn't dare look at the smugness of the other man as he shrugged off his shirt and tossed it to the old floor, only focusing on the eventuality that he would be atop Freed doing whatever he pleased. A small amount of pride did enter him when he glanced at Freed, who seemed to be raking his eyes over Laxus' stomach and chest as the blonde kicked off his pants and stood in nothing but his black boxer-briefs.

For a moment, Laxus stopped. He could keep his boxers on, but Freed had said doing so would make him a coward. It was clearly manipulative, but Laxus was not a fucking coward. Besides, his boxers were tight enough that they weren't keeping anything hidden, and if anyone did find them it wasn't as if his boxers would make this situation normal.

With gritted teeth, Laxus removed his boxers and tossed them atop his trousers.

There he stood, Prince Laxus Dreyar, first in line to the throne, naked, in a public place, at the demands of a bastard retainer who he was going to shag.

He wasn't going to cover himself up, as much as every instinct told him to. He expected Freed would treat that the same as keeping his boxers on, and he refused to give the man any more leverage over him. Besides, Laxus knew he had a good-sized cock and it was a thing to behold when standing hard. Soon, Freed would be split apart by it and that thought was enough to make Laxus keep going rather than gather his clothes and cut his losses.

"You done now?" Laxus snarled, glaring at his retainer as the man looked him up and down with the same sadistic grin.

"Nearly," Freed said calmly. "But as delightful a sight as this is, it's not enough to earn my submission. So if you really want this, you'll get on your knees, suck my cock and paint your face with my cum. So, if you want me that much, you know what you need to do."

The urge to punch the guy was large. Incredibly so.

But he was not going to lose this. Freed was pushing his buttons, trying to get him to give in, trying to prove that he was the bigger man. That was not true, and Laxus would definitely prove that the moment he had Freed on a bed at his mercy. This little game Freed was playing would be nothing compared to what Laxus was going to do to the retainer. He was sure of that.

With this promise in mind, the prince got on his knees. With a glare on his face, he ripped apart the man's fly and pulled his cock from his boxers. He didn't look up; the cockiness of the man would be unbearable.

He plunged his mouth on the man's dick with aggression.

This wasn't the first time he had sucked off a man, he'd had male lovers before. And as much as he wanted to restrain from using the few tricks that he had gathered so this could be as un-satisfying as possible for Freed, Laxus also wanted this to end as quickly as possible. So he began deepthroating his retainer, using his teeth sparingly to pull and tease at his foreskin while his tongue prodded at the sensitive slit.

The moan that came from Freed's mouth – undignified, wavering and loud – was music to Laxus.

He began to move his mouth up and down Freed's dick, slow enough to tease him slightly. He dragged the man's balls from his boxers as well and was fondling with more roughness than needed.

Either as a retort to the rough treatment of his balls, or simply out of need, Freed dug his fingers into Laxus' hair and held his head in place. He then began to thrust into Laxus' mouth, erratically and with a small amount of speed. Laxus tried to gain some control back, but Freed's grip on his hair was strong and he couldn't break it. The blonde didn't mind, though, as if this was going to get Freed to cum faster than he welcomed it.

Freed had his eyes shut, head resting on the wall of the hallway, hips bucking deep into Laxus' mouth. He groaned and moaned as his dick was enveloped in the warmness of the royal's mouth, unashamed as he face-fucked the blonde with as much power as he could.

Suddenly, Freed's thrusting slowed considerable, and Laxus knew that he was close.

Using a combination of his tongue and teeth again, Laxus did whatever he could to tease the man and prolong Freed's orgasm, even only slightly. It could have only worked for a few seconds, but Laxus hoped they were hellish torture for the retainer, who was moaning loud and hunched over now.

The dick was ripped from Laxus' mouth, and he only had a moment to close his eyes before Freed reached orgasm. The moan was loud and followed shortly by the feeling of spurts of liquid hitting his face. They kept coming, and Laxus felt a few drops fly through his slightly parted lips and land on his tongue, leaving a sweaty and salty taste. When Freed's orgasm subsided, Laxus felt cum over his closed eyes, his lips, cheeks, and perhaps some of it had gotten in his hair.

He must have looked fucking pathetic. Naked, on his knees and covered in cum.

All the more reason to get rough with Freed.

"This is rather a good look on you, prince," Freed taunted, though his words were a little shaky post-orgasm. "You should consider wearing it more often."

Laxus didn't reply. He had upheld his part of the twisted bargain between them both, and now it was time to reap the rewards. He stood up quickly, dragged a hand over his face to wipe the cum off of it and glared down at Freed with a face of dominance and anger. He had earned the man's submission and was going to make good use of it.

He grabbed Freed's hair with his cum covered hand, making sure the spunk slid down his well-maintained locks, and dragged him into a rough kiss. His other hand balled up Freed's shirt, and he dragged him as close as possible.

While he kissed the other man hungrily, he started to walk them both into the room Freed was staying in. He kicked his discarded clothes into the room with them both and slammed the door behind them. He wordlessly broke the kiss and turned on the door, locking it, and then looked back to Freed. The other man hadn't said anything, perhaps as part of his deal for submission. As the blonde swaggered towards him, Laxus smirked.

Two hands grabbed Freed's dress shirt and tore it open, the sound of buttons clattering off the floor after being ripped from the fabric filling the silence; the shirt now unusable. He tossed it to the side and looked down at Freed's chest. Strong, slightly scarred and well maintained.

He was strong, not bad looking if Laxus was honest. Fucking him would be good.

Laxus next slid the unbuckled belt from off Freed's trousers with a satisfying snap and threw it to the side. He tugged Freed's trousers from his, until he was left in nothing but a pair of tight boxers, which his cock still hanged freely from. As a petty form of revenge for Freed making him strip, Laxus grabbed the boxers and ripped them apart, making them as useless as the buttonless shirt.

With Freed naked in front of him, Laxus grinned. The prince had a bigger cock, and now had this man at his mercy. He was fit, strong, and Laxus had a whole number of things that he wanted to do to a body like that.

But right now, he wanted to shove his dick as deep into the man's ass as possible.

He strode forward and pushed Freed onto the bed. He straddled the man with his large thighs, leaning down and kissing him again. Their hard dicks rubbed against each other, and Laxus' hands roamed around the expanse of muscle that made up Freed's torso. Occasionally he would pinch his skin or slam his hand against Freed in a small slap to remind the retainer who was in charge.

This was who they really were. A prince and his underling.

As much as he would have loved to tease, scratch, bite and toy with Freed for the rest of the night, Laxus' cock demanded attention. Freed had been the one to reach orgasm first, and now it was his turn, and Laxus had no intention of drawing this out.

His hand roamed down, widening Freed's legs and finding his ass. He plunged three fingers inside without care, hearing another greatly undignified moan split apart Freed' normally calm façade. He began to stretch, loving the moaning and whimpering Freed gave while Laxus prepared the man's ass as quickly as possible. They had nothing to ease any pain, nor any protection, and Laxus couldn't find it in himself to care.

He repositioned himself slightly, so that he was kneeling before Freed. He lifted the man's strong legs up and placed them over his shoulders, giving him an unhindered view of Freed's ass. He looked down at the man before him with sadistic glee; this was as undone as Laxus had ever seen him. Naked, hard, vulnerable and breathless.

Finally, the kind of Freed Laxus could enjoy.

His fucking started immediately and was relentless. He was fast and brutal, uncaring for how much Freed would enjoy it. The retainer had gotten his fun in the hallway, this was the time meant for Laxus' pleasure only and he was going to make good use of it.

The warm tightness of Freed's ass was heavenly, and Laxus found his eyes fluttering shut as he rammed in and out of it, though never leaving it completely. When a particularly amazing thrust sent shivers throughout his body, his eyes shot open again and a loud moan filled the room; a mix of both his own and Freed's. He must have hit the right spot.

A dark grin on his face, Laxus made sure to hit it again. And again. And again.

Freed writhed and bucked his hips under him, and Laxus relished seeing this side of the stuck-up bastard. That combined with the amazing feeling of his cock sliding up and down the man's ass as he split it apart was fantastic, and Laxus found himself nearing orgasm quicker than he thought he would. Every urge told him to let loose, and let it happen, but he needed one more thing to bring back his dignity and the power in the situation.

He leant down so their chests were touching, lips inches apart again and Freed's legs flexibility was tested. Laxus' right hand wrapped around Freed's dick, acting as an impromptu cock ring that stopped him from cumming.

"I said," Laxus whispered, eye contact hard with Freed. "That you'd thank me for the honour. You wanna cum, you better do it."

Freed gulped, jaw setting slightly. He seemed to be considering what to do, so Laxus started to slowly buck his hips and apply more pressure around Freed's dick. The retainer moaned, grinding his teeth.

"Thank you," Freed spat out.

"I stripped naked in a fucking hallway for this," Laxus growled. "You wanna cum again, you do fucking better than that."

He punctuated the last word by slamming his dick into Freed's prostate.

"T-thank you," Freed said again, voice slightly shaking. "For the honour of your dick. Thank you, sire."

God Laxus wanted to push him further, but his need to cum overthrew his sadism. He removed his hand form the man's dick and began thrusting into him manically. Both men were moaning, and Laxus watched as Freed's dick erupted with cum for the second time, spurting seed over the retainer's stomach, chest, and even face.

The tightness that came with Freed's orgasm sent Laxus over the edge, and he felt himself get rocked by orgasm as he thrusted harder and harder. Cum shot from his dick, filling Freed's ass as Laxus' thrusting slowly came to a stop.

Once his orgasm had ended, Laxus removed himself from Freed, his thick cum spilling out from the man. He got a final look at Freed, satisfied with his work as the retainer caught his breath, covered in sperm. Laxus slid to the side and lay beside Freed as his own exhaustion caught up with him.

They both laid there for a few moments. Naked, uncovered, and panting for breath. Neither spoke, neither made any notion to clean up, and neither made acknowledged the other's presence. As tiredness overtook him and Laxus fell asleep, it was to the realisation that, while incredibly satisfying, what he and Freed had done was a mistake.

A stupid fucking mistake, and it would be hell to fix.

Chapter Summary: The two of them have sex, partially in the hallway where they kiss and partially in Freed's bedroom, and a power struggle is obvious throughout. Once done, they fall asleep in the bed and don't speak about anything.