Sons of Magnolia [2]
A sort of crossover of Sons of Anarchy and Fairy Tail
*Gajevy
*NSFW
*Not intended for younger users. Reader's discretion is advised.*
*May contain triggers. That whole show needs a trigger warning ha.
Summary: Gajeel is in a motorcycle club called Sons of Magnolia. Levy is his ex-girlfriend and together they share a young daughter. Levy is against bringing Melina to the club to see her father as there are many dangers being associated with it, but their romantic feelings for each other haven't changed. Gajeel soon gets caught up in a dispute between the club and a rival charter in an illegal gun trade, and the Sons prepare for a war where no one is safe.
Media: Every Part of Me - Godsmack
Wanted Dead or Alive - Bon Jovi
The urge to light a cigarette rose inside of Gajeel.
His eyes dropped from the tv screen to the clock on the DVD player. There was roughly still fifteen minutes left before Levy would be home. He wouldn't dare smoke one in the house, especially with his daughter asleep on his lap. He smoothed out her black strands as she continued undisturbed.
Gajeel didn't stop his lips from sliding upwards as he watched her breathe. He had missed the first years of her life. He didn't blame her mother, it was understandable. The club was a dangerous one. He just wished she could have been there to watch his kid grow from a baby. Adjusting Melina's blanket, he tucked it up under her chin.
The urge came again. His next cigarette would have to wait.
His phone vibrated against the couch cushion. It took him a little longer to retrieve it from his pocket with a three-year-old holding him down. "Yea, Laxus."
His friend answered. "Hey, man. There's some trade shit goin' down at the bunker tonight, I thought you were comin'."
"Change of plans. I'm held up. I dunno when I'll be back," Gajeel quickly sighed. He threw his head back, talking softly as to not wake Melina. "Can you and the others handle it?"
"It's a simple trade. We're already here and waiting. They ain't here yet."
"Yea, well, there's nothing simple about this, bro," Gajeel glanced at the clock again.
They were dealing with some savage members of the Mayans. They only did business with the Sons when it benefitted them in some way or another. "Let me know how it goes down. And be careful. Those shithead bastards are real pieces of work. They'll fuck you over ten ways to Sunday. Then we'll really be up shit's creek."
"Ten-four. Tig and Sting are just down the ridge in case the trade goes south."
"If they get pissy, give them the discount on ammo. They'll ask for piercing rounds-" The sound of an engine outside caught his attention. It must have been Levy. She would definitely not appreciate him using her quiet home as a place to communicate to the other club members. "Listen, I gotta go. Don't fuck it up, Lax."
"When do I ever." Laxus' voice disappeared when he ended the call.
He decided to let Levy let herself in with her key. The only light in the house was the lamp by the door. In the slim case that it wasn't Levy, he had his M&P .9 tucked away inside his jeans.
Levy quietly walked in, knowing her daughter wouldn't have been able to stay away as late as it was. She took a deep breath. "Hey. Has everything been ok?" she asked as she hung her purse on the coat rack.
Gajeel nodded. His arms were thrown over the top of the couch, their daughter asleep enclosed in a pink blanket on him. He watched her as she took off her work shirt and leaving the white tank top she wore under it.
Walking over to them, Levy leaned over to look at Melina. She gently brushed her lips over her small forehead. "How was she?" she questioned without looking at him.
With some effort, he tore his gaze from the swell of her breasts. "She was good. A little fussy when she was getting tired."
Levy didn't seem to notice the way Gajeel eyed her. Her attention was on the little girl. "Well, I'm glad she behaved. I'm sure she loved having a new babysitter for a change."
She silently watched as her ex carefully picked up the sleeping toddler. He followed Levy to Melina's pink bedroom and tucked her into her bed. Gajeel was gentle and loving, kissing the top of the little girl's head and whispering the words 'I love you'. The sight warmed Levy from the inside out and was very grateful for his help. She felt her lips slide up at the corners.
Once Levy poured her goodnights onto her daughter, both parents quietly left the room, leaving the door cracked just a little bit. Gajeel moved to the front door, patting down his black cut with his palm looking for his pack of cigarettes.
"Are you leaving?" Levy asked. She stood by the hall entrance with her arms tightly crossed over her chest. From the look on her face, Gajeel could have sworn she looked disappointed.
"Nah, gonna smoke."
The time was twenty till midnight. The trade was supposed to have happened at 11:30. Gajeel knew it was too early to expect a call. He hoped the deal went smoothly, but a deal organized by something akin to the mafia rarely ever went according to plan. He shook his head as the thought crossed his mind.
Ten minutes later, Gajeel came back inside and switched off the porch light. He looked for his ex in the front room and kitchen but didn't see her. He was aware he smelled of smoke, his clothing and his breath. Stopping in the middle of the kitchen, he took a guess where she kept the drinking glasses.
More memories came back to him of when they both lived here, before Melina, and a little after. He had guessed right. A smirk appeared as his memories overtook him for a brief time. For a moment, he wasn't in the club. He wasn't Levy's ex-boyfriend. He wasn't even a father. He was simply, happily living with his girlfriend and working at the auto shop.
Before things got complicated. Before incarceration, injury or death could occur at any point in the day.
As he filled his glass with water from the faucet, Gajeel was snapped into reality. The memories were still there, though faint. A sweet, womanly presence was felt at his back, causing him to turn. He noticed she wore black sofee shorts and a different tank top. A stirring iced his core when he saw she wore no bra.
Levy gazed at him. Her expression was neutral, her inner Levy was confused. She didn't know what to feel upon seeing Gajeel in her kitchen nearing midnight. His tall, muscular form was slightly hunched, his shorter black hair in a messy mop on his head needed a good combing. His voice, the way his red eyes were always piercing. Everything that was Gajeel appealed to her.
He set down the glass. "How was work?"
His words broke her haze. Levy took a breath to reply. "It was alright. Not as busy in the last half than the first."
"Well, it's midnight at a gas station," he snorted. "Not a lot of people out."
Levy twisted her lips. "Except for the club."
He pursed his lips at her statement. He didn't particularly want to think about the club. Not while he was with her. She was a break from club business. He said plainly, "Sure."
From her body language, Gajeel could see she didn't know what to do or say. Her eyes flickered to the floor whenever she saw that he was looking directly at her. It was something he had liked about her. Those submissive qualities had made for some interesting times in their past. But there had also been times -when it was called for- where she was certainly not.
She could be a vicious wolverine.
And he was pleased to see that she stood her ground when he began to tread towards her. The submissiveness in her hazel doe eyes was still present when he looked into them. He planted his feet and found himself towering over her. "Are you tired?" he asked.
"No."
Laying one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her hip, Gajeel bent his head around and tenderly pressed his mouth to hers. She had applied more of the scented chapstick after changing. His lips glided over her glossy ones, prompting her to open them wider.
He slowly pulled her body closer to his, his hand tightening on her curvy hip. When her lips parted, he took full advantage, dipping his tongue into the warm cavern, sliding it over hers. It had been a long while -excluding earlier in the day- that he'd felt his ex in the way he wanted. His dick began to throb as blood rushed to it. Gajeel needed her.
A small inadvertent moan escaped his throat at the growing sensations. He found her hands had wrapped around his waist and were now sliding up under his white t-shirt to feel the defined muscles. That made his erection grow further. It pressed uncomfortably against the front of his jeans.
"Levy…" Her name swiftly rushed out of his mouth in a murmur when he had the second to take in air, the only thing he could think to say. She was the only thing on his mind.
She deepened the kiss. Gajeel followed suit, pressing himself into her as far as he could. Their breathing quickened against one another. When he heard her muted moan, he roughly picked her up, pushing her to his waist with his hand on her round, plump ass.
Levy didn't object. She said nothing when she felt the cold fridge doors on her backside, only taking her arms out from under his shirt to wrap them around his neck. The two of them willingly forgot their relationship issues, the club issues, and focused their minds on each other and the potential pleasure that could soon erupt.
Another soft moan slipped from her open mouth as Gajeel quickly slid his hand up her tank to grasp her left breast in his palm. The action heightened the heated arousal for each as he squeezed the mound of flesh. He tore his lips away from hers long enough to say in a rough murmur, "God damn, Lev."
She smiled and ran a hand up into his hair and gently tugged, eliciting a deeper carnal desire out of him. Gajeel's grip on her tensed. He shifted her weight from the fridge to combine with his and headed towards the back bedroom, the one he remembered as their room.
"We have to be quiet," Levy whispered into his ear. She flicked her tongue onto the skin around his ear. Gajeel pleasantly shivered while he kissed her neck. He highly doubted she could be quiet. Not where he was concerned.
Once he entered her bedroom, Gajeel shuffled the last steps to the unmade bed and lowered them both in between the sheets. He kicked off his boots and ripped off his black cut, throwing the charter's vest to the floor. He attached his lips to hers once again, only to break the connection when he pulled the tank top over her head.
His eyes grazed over the naked mounds before thrusting his tongue back into the warmth of Levy's mouth. He rolled one of the pert, pink nipples in his fingers, then held the breast in his hand to give it a squeeze. She moaned into his mouth with closed eyes.
The warmth from his face disappeared. When she opened her eyes, Gajeel was pulling his t-shirt over his head, revealing a perfect torso of chiseled physique that wetted her core even more than it had from the growing passion between them. He hurriedly unzipped his jeans and began to tug them down.
"Gajeel, is that a gun?!" Levy hissed, trying to keep from throwing her voice across the room and out the hall. She eyed the black metal nestled between his boxers and pants.
"Don't worry about it," he countered gruffly. The sexual tension had crept into his voice, making it deep and rushed.
"I don't want that loaded in here."
There was a sharp intake of breath above her. His hands left the zipper next to his massive erection and reached for the pistol at his hip. He released the full mag from the bottom of the handle and tugged back the top slide with a jerk. A small golden round popped out of the slot and fell to the sheets. Tossing the now harmless weapon to the mattress, Gajeel returned his attention to Levy. "There. Unloaded," he said thickly.
Before she could say anything else about it, he had the rest of his clothes on the floor. He hovered over her and wrenched off the black shorts. He eyed the pink, lacy panties that guarded her by now slick vagina. It had been a while since he'd been down there. He was pleased to know she kept up the care as she had way back when.
He reached up and pulled the pink cloth down her legs and onto the floor, leaving them both naked and dripping with tangible need. His hand slid down from her knee to the side of her leg below her hip as he lowered and pressed his body onto her.
The bluenette spread her legs wider. Her hips rolled up to his hips. She wrapped an arm around his neck, tangling her hand in his black hair. "Gajeel…" she panted, breaking their kiss. Her half-lidded gaze and sensual moaning nearly made him rush their love-making.
Instead, Gajeel gave her one last hard kiss and moved his mouth from hers to her wet slit. If he learned anything over the years, it was to let the woman get close and off first. All of that pent-up passion with no climax. It made the sex better in the end for both of them. And it was probably how they ended up with Melina.
Squeezing her hips, he began to eat full force at her soaked slit.
Levy's eyes shot open when his mouth enclosed her. She moaned, tangling her fingers in the black strands between her legs. Her hips automatically rose up and down as Gajeel did work, lapping and sucking her pussy. The tip of his tongue scooped up her seeping juices and circled it around her clitoris. Another round of intense moaning flew from her throat, her hips rocking into his face.
He grunted, and the vibrations tickled her. She began to shake as he flicked the pink nub over and over, ending with gentle nibbles that threatened to be the end of her. When he backed away to look at her, she was sopping, glistening with the mingled liquid of herself and his saliva.
"N-no, please don't stop," Levy groaned. Her fingers sought out her clit in an attempt to finish what he had started.
Gajeel's dick was fully hardened now, and the sight of Levy playing with herself… he pursed his lips. He was tempted to just watch her fingers enter up into her opening and squish into her liquid now very clearly visible, but the sexual tension and his need to fuck her overwhelmed his willpower.
He stroked himself once as he spread her legs again. Guiding the tip in to replace her fingers, Gajeel entered her. The thick shaft easily slipped inside about half way on its own thanks to how fucking wet Levy had become since they entered the bedroom. They let out moans and sighs together, both reacting to the heavenly sensation of interconnecting.
With his arms on either side of her, Gajeel adjusted himself between her legs and moved his hips forward and up into her.
Levy's moans increased in volume each time he hit her spot. "Ah, ah, ahh…"
Her reactions in his ear caused him to shudder. Her inner walls contracted around him, and immediately he began thrusting harder and faster. "Fuck, fuck, ah," he grunted. His lips smashed between her jaw and neck, silencing further sounds as he kissed and sucked at her skin.
"Oh, ohh, Ga-" Levy all but cried as he shoved himself inside as far as their bodies would allow. "Don't st-stop!"
He could feel his head hit her walls with force, each time feeling himself getting closer. Taking a deep breath, Gajeel focused his efforts. He put his weight on his elbows. He craned his head around to find Levy's mouth and kissed her. He then kissed her chin, watching her try to keep her eyes open to gaze into his red ones.
"God damn, baby," he quickly grunted. His gaze shifted from her face to her jiggling breasts and the curvy bits of her hips that shook every time his narrow hips hit against hers. The sound of their bodies smacking together added to the surroundings. "You're so fuckin' beautiful."
His hand cupped the top of her head, intertwining his fingers in her blue wisps. He lightly tugged on them while still keeping up the fast pace, and the moan in her throat deepened.
"I-I'm so close," she barely managed to croak. She wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing him to herself.
Her ex-boyfriend growled and quickened the thrusts, pounding his shaft repeatedly into her as if his life depended on it. Sweat rolled off their bodies. Heat from the friction rose from them, and the smell of sex was heavy in the air.
He felt her shift, and a sharp guttural cry escaped her lips. Levy tensed as her orgasm overtook her. "Gahh-!"
Gajeel never slowed down in his ministrations. He continued for her to ride out the pleasure in the haze of her climax. Her body tensed again when he did. There was a brief pause in his thrusting and a grunt when the initial sensation began. He rocked into her as he came, intermittently groaning into the pillow next to her ear.
A few more weak rams into her and Gajeel went limp, laying on her after he emptied himself. He kept some of the weight off of her as not to crush the air from her lungs. They could only hear their rough breathing and the beats of their own racing heartbeats.
Studying her face, Gajeel smirked. His breath was still rushed from blowing his load in her. "You were loud, Sweetheart," he commented smugly.
"I-I was not…" Levy weakly argued. She knew he was right. Sex made her quiet personality turn boisterous.
His thumb rubbed her cheek. "It's not a bad thing."
"It will be if Melina wakes up because of it."
"Oh no, her mother and father lying naked together," he sarcastically declared. His thumb smoothed her skin again.
Levy gave him a look at his remark but leaned into his touch. Their eyes met. It was like they both understood one another, all secrets and embarrassment out in the open. She saw the love radiating from him, saw his eyes change. He didn't need to say a word; she saw it all conveyed in his eyes, the conversation that never was, yet will always be the connection between them.
She saw their daughter in him. Her hair and eye colors. And she realized it had been a terrible mistake to end things with the man. Because she loved him. She loved him with her whole being. And then she remembered Melina.
"I need to check on her," she said.
"Stay. I'll do it."
Gajeel promptly dislodged himself from within her. He stood up, ignoring Levy's weak protest. He left the room after covering her with the sheet they had had sex upon.
He silently crossed the hall. From the bed, Levy could see his bare backside slowly peer around Melina's bedroom door. The little girl hadn't moved from the position he had last seen her in, fast asleep.
Gajeel returned to the bed, fully aware that his ex was staring at his front appendage. "Our daughter is still sound asleep."
"Our daughter," Levy repeated. She fought the smile at his words. She had waited a long time for him to say that. If tonight hadn't happened, she feared she wouldn't ever have.
He was about to climb in under the sheet behind her when his phone began to ring. "Shit," he murmured. He had forgotten he had told Laxus to call him after the trade.
"Yea," he answered when he picked the phone out of his jeans. He heard Laxus' voice.
"Trade went. They kicked up a load of shit. We're almost to the clubhouse."
He frowned and glanced to Levy as he listened. He saw the concern on her face the instant he did. And he felt guilty. She shouldn't have to hear. The living room would be a better place for him to talk.
His ex didn't move when he left the room, lying still in the bed where she had been the entire time. Striding through the house, Gajeel finally answered his friend, keeping his voice low. "What happened?"
"They gave us forty grand for the crate of semis with bump triggers and modified stocks. Chibs told him they were blatantly undercutting us."
"And?"
"And they gave ten more."
"So fifty G's for the whole damn lot," Gajeel growled. "It was supposed to be fuckin' sixty, plus fifteen for the mods! What the hell were they thinking?!" He tried to keep his voice down.
"Chibs let it slide, he didn't know what else to do. They brought twelve of their guys. There was only the three of us. And I doubt if Tig and Sting joined the fight that all five of us would be alive, man."
Gajeel tried to calm himself, breathing through his nose. "Dammit… what did Clay say?"
Laxus paused and blew out a breath. "He saw it as a slap in the fuckin' face, same as everyone else. They're gonna start a war if they don't amend their mistake. He gave them a week to produce the money. or give back the guns. We're out twenty-five on this deal. Gajeel. If they don't deliver in good faith, we just gave our rival the means to end us all. They double-crossed the Sons."
Gajeel couldn't contain himself. He balled his fist and punched the top of the recliner twice. "Goddammit!" he loudly swore.
"Where you at? I thought you'd be back," Laxus said, insinuating that they had made it back to the clubhouse.
He shook his head, trying hard to calm himself. "I'm gonna be away for the night unless you need me back right now."
"You're good. I'm just letting you know what went down like you asked. I'd stay low for a while until this blows over."
"If it does," Gajeel snorted. "We've got good relations with the Sabers. We can see if they'll back us with loaned gunmetal if all else fails. Pass it along to Clay."
"Will do."
He ended the call and stared at the home screen. A baby Melina held by a smiling Levy stared back. He fought the urge to throw the device across the room.
"Shit! Shit," he hissed.
His life just got a whole lot more complicated. And it indirectly threatened his family. It threatened everything. The Sons had labored for good relations will all the charters in the area. All of them agree to live in peace unless certain issues arose, except the Mayans.
The trade was an act of goodwill between them. The Sons' president, Clay, had contacted Marshall, the Mayan's president, and had set up the whole deal. It seemed as though Marshall had changed his mind and fucked over the whole of the area's clubs.
What a shitty thing to do.
Levy looked up from the pillow with worry when he strode into the room. "Is everything ok?"
"No," he snapped. "It's not."
He snatched the unloaded M&P from the bed and the magazine and shoved it in, effectively creating a hot weapon. He placed the phone and the loaded handgun on the nightstand beside him. He wanted to get back to the club, but it was 1 a.m. and he was tired.
The bluenette cautiously sat up, holding the bedsheet to her chest. She watched him expertly handle the firearm, cocking back the slide to arm the weapon. It made her uncomfortable. Especially with a young child in the house.
This type of thing she remembered was the reason she had left him in the first place.
Gajeel saw her expression. He sighed as he turned off the lamp before sliding into the bed. He wrapped an arm around her chest in an attempt to lay her back down alongside him. "I'm sorry, baby. Just a bad call."
"You didn't have to snap at me though."
She had a point. His temper could be too hot at times.
"I know. And I'm sorry," he said and kissed her temple.
Settling in behind her, he pressed his naked front into her plush backside. He wrapped an arm around her stomach. "Just a lot going on with the club."
Levy held up a hand before he got a chance to say more. "I don't want to know."
"Then let's go to sleep." He yawned before pushing his face into her neck.
Here in the same bed as the mother of his baby, Gajeel could put the worries of his life temporarily behind himself. At least long enough to not think about shit going wrong. He breathed in the scent of her blue hair and lovingly grazed her shoulder with his lips. Right now, this was the only place he wanted to be.