Disclaimer : I neither own Fairy Tail nor profit from writing Fanfiction.

I apologize for jumping the queue, but this was written both for my own gratification and for my dear friends 窝窝and 临酱 XD

You two are awesome! And I thank 窝窝for opening my eyes to this wonderful ship that is Jerome/Gray ;)

Jerome/Gray (M): Like Animals

A/N: As of now, April 2015, we still don't know much of Jerome yet besides the fact that he's kind of a stalker who knows everything about Gray lol. So... To anyone who might read this after his character is introduced properly... Beware major OOC.

His mouth fell open in a silent cry, his slicked black hair starting to lose their shape and fall down to frame his face. He could feel those bony fingers begin a scissoring motion, brushing areas of his insides that no one had ventured for a very long time.

Too long.

He didn't want to be reminded; didn't want to remember the passionate moments he had once shared with another. Teeth clamped down relentlessly onto the shoulder of the man on top of him, and his sharp fingernails began raking the muscular back.

The corners of his mouth lifting slightly at the pained grunt he received, he released the bite to brush his tongue along his dry, cracked lips. The musky scent of sweat, the scent of grown men filled his nostrils. Maybe his temporary demonification had heightened his senses. Just maybe.

Those fingers withdrew, leaving him with an odd, empty sensation so hollow he almost cried out. Then three fingers intruded his mouth and pinched his tongue. Eyebrows furrowing, he allowed the digits to have their fun with his moist tongue until they were dripping wet.

His partner took his sweet time, leaving a wet trail down his body as he moved, then inserting the wet digits into his entrance once more. Shifting a bit, he gasped when a hot, moist heaven descended on him. Skilled and obviously experienced, the man hollowed his cheeks as his head bobbed up and down, all the while still comfortably stretching Gray nice and wide. A needy whine escaped his throat as he desperately moved his hips, at a loss whether to thrust forward into the wonderful mouth or to thrust backwards against those sinful fingers. As he was lost in a pleasured haze, the name of his partner finally tumbled from his lips.

"Jerome... Jerome!"

Gray tangled his fingers into that shaggy mane the other called hair, getting increasingly more vocal as he came closer and closer to his peak. The moment he noticed that fact, he instantly sank his teeth into his lower lip, effectively silencing himself. Like hell he was gonna embarrass himself more!

Unfortunately, his efforts were getting more and more fruitless. As if sensing his intention, Jerome poked his tongue through Gray's slit at the very same moment his fingers found a tiny nub deep inside Gray and prodded it forcefully.

"Nngaaaaah!" His vision went white, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Gray moaned wantonly as he came, emptying himself inside the all too willing mouth. Almost greedily, Jerome swallowed every drop of Gray's essence.

When he pulled back, Jerome's lust-filled eyes took in the erotic sight before him. Gray on his back, stark naked, legs spread as wide as they could go, his pale skin flushed due to the afterglow of completion. Gray was still panting, his chest moving up and down rhythmically. As if in a trance, Jerome watched. Naturally, his gaze soon strayed to Gray's pink, pert nipples. They looked so cute, and unbelievably entrancing. Before he was aware of his actions, he had leaned forward and took one of those nipples into his mouth.

"Wha-ah!" Taken completely by surprise, Gray's only instinct was simple - take it and moan.

Granted, he liked the way that tongue swirled around his nipple, but right that moment he was dead horny somewhere else. Gray parted his legs and urged, "Touch. Inside, now!"

Jerome gladly obliged - his hard-on had not been tended to for so long, it was actually starting to hurt. Positioning himself upright, he tossed one of Gray's long legs over his shoulder. Then he wasted no time in ramming himself home.

"So...good!" Gray supported himself by clawing at Jerome's back again, holding on as though his life depended on it. "Harder... Deeper!"

With ferocity, Jerome thrust in and out of Gray's tiny hole without mercy. They were both experienced, and the preparation they had done beforehand had been more than enough. Gray barely felt any pain; all that ran through his nerves was undiluted pleasure. However, something felt amiss. That special spot deep inside him capable of sending him over the edge, it was yet to be stimulated.

"Fuck... Jerome!" Gray gasped, "Fuck me like you mean it!"

Those words were like music to the other's ears. The devil slayer soon found himself facing the headboard on his hands and knees, and the thick hot length reentered him at a completely different angle, hitting his prostate spot on at the first thrust.

That marked the moment both men lost control. Jerome let out an uncharacteristic roar as he basically rammed Gray against the headboard so hard Gray could swear he was seeing little Flying Nappy Dragneel's circling his head.

As he was fucked doggy style, Gray surrendered wholly to lust. Pride, dignity, loyalty and even his important mission were thrown to the back of his mind. He pushed his hips back, meeting Jerome thrust for thrust.

They were like animals. They had no rationality, only instinct.

What had brought these two together? Neither of them had an answer.

Having reached his peak first, Gray let himself fall limp as Jerome continued slamming into him, riding out his climax.

They slumped onto the bed, exhausted but satisfied. And like obeying an unspoken rule, both instantly rolled away from each other. Neither tried to touch or kiss.

The moment was over.