Sons of Magnolia [5]

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

AN: This is a shorter chapter. I've had a lot going on lately and I had to reread my notes and previous chapters lol the rest will follow. Give it time. I have other fics to update as well.

Levy blushed as she looked down. She tried not to sound silly. Now that she had said the words, she could only imagine what he was thinking as he stared at her. "I mean," she stated, crossing her arms over her breasts. "We don't have to if you don't want to. It's just something I've been feeling recently and-"

While she was still speaking, Gajeel pushed himself off the counter. His mouth made a slight tsking sound and he reached out to tightly grasp her hips. He roughly pulled her towards him with a jerk as he rasped, "Shut up."

The blunette's nervous rambling was silenced to a short, muffled hum against his mouth. Gajeel immediately sent his tongue in to push through her clamped lips, something he greatly hoped he would get to do with other parts of their bodies.

He couldn't believe what his ears had heard. Was she asking to get back together? Abruptly pulling his face away from hers, he gazed down at her.

His sudden actions had left her speechless, her eyes half-lidded as she lovingly touched his cheek with her fingers. The man wanted to strip her down and shove himself into her, or just to hold her until she fell asleep fully clothed in the bed next to him. His emotions were on an all-new high.

He was about to kiss those smiling lips, but Levy stopped him with her slim, painted fingertips to his mouth. "As much as I would like to, Melina is in the other room."

"She's asleep." His head tilted to the side as he swiftly gestured with it.

"I know that," Levy replied, turning to look at the stove's clock. "But it's almost 10 and she's going to my mom's in the morning. I still need to get her in her bed and then I need to take a shower."

The night was still young.

He loosened his hold on her, his arms feeling the loss of her body heat. Nodding once to her, he said, "You go shower. I'll do it."

Before she could say anything, Gajeel was already halfway to the other room. Her lips pursed. She suspected that he was only rushing them along to get her naked. But when she peered around the corner, those thoughts vanished.

He sat on the floor in front of the couch with -to her surprise- an awake Melina. She saw her father and a big, sleepy smile spread wider on her face. She rushed to him and threw her small arms around his neck.

"You're back!"

"Yes, darlin'," he said, his mouth curling upwards. "It's almost bedtime."

"No!" she whined.

"Your ma told me you're going to her grandma's tomorrow. She's got fun things planned for you." He tried to pry her arms off of him, but she had a bout of toddler strength.

Levy stifled a giggle at the sight. How many times had she wished to see the priceless picture now coming to life in her living room? Tears had stained her pillow countless nights while she continuously wondered if she had made the right decision for the two of them.

Gazing at the man her heart loved, she knew rekindling their relationship could be her healing.

She called softly to her clearly sleepy daughter, "Melina, it's time to go to bed. You can see your father tomorrow."

"Before Grandma's?!"

Gajeel stood up with a grunt, holding Melina to himself. She giggled when he moved, seeing the house from a higher perspective.

"Yea," he told her. He walked towards the hall. His tone was one he meant for Levy to understand as he strode past. "You'll see me in the morning for breakfast."

Levy's cheeks tinted red as she stared transfixed at the spot on the floor where he'd been seated. There was an intent in his voice, a camouflaged growl that expressed his need. Stopping them, Levy told her daughter good night and watched as Gajeel entered her little bedroom to tuck her into bed. With a contented sigh, she entered the bathroom.

Levy's bare toes were cold on the floor tiles after she peeled off her socks last, and she stepped on the soft rug. Her fingers stung in the warming water running from the faucet. She smiled, remembering the sights she had just witnessed. It was as if they were a family again. As much as she enjoyed Gajeel's body and general manliness, she wanted to be desired for everything she was. Not just what he could physically take.

He had already sampled that over three years prior and she had ended up pregnant. Though she knew from the way he was attentive to Melina that it wasn't the only thing on his mind.

With the water at her favored temperature, she stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. She kept thinking there was something important she should be doing. Putting Melina to bed was her job. It had been since the day she was born. For a long time, Levy had had no helper aside from her mother. Now that Gajeel had stepped in for the night, there was a sort of relief, a window of time for her to focus on herself.

A thing she rarely was able to do.

The hot water rained on her overly-tense shoulder muscles, creating a relaxing tingle that ran from her neck down her spine. Standing there a few more minutes in the stream, she gave a relaxed sigh and began to shampoo her wet blue locks.

Not long after, the bathroom door slowly opened. Gajeel peered inside the room, his outstretched arm on the doorknob. He had made sure Melina was on the verge of sleep before leaving for their bedroom. A thick moisture in the air from the hot water hit him in the face, making it briefly hard to breathe. The mirror was beginning to fog over.

There was intermittent humming masked by the water's dull roar.

He didn't give it a second thought.

Stripping out of his clothing from the top down, he threw the materials to the floor in a pile in the corner, letting out part of a growl he'd long been holding back. Spying his tiny lover from behind as she rinsed the rest of the shampoo from her hair, he stepped in. He knew the cooler air would alert her to his presence, he quickly wrapped an arm around her waist.

A startled gasp sprang from Levy's lips, her feet slipping on the stall's slick bottom. A solid arm held her up. He bent his head close on the space under her ear, kissing the freshly washed skin. The warmer feeling of his lips on her sent chills down her arms, which he felt with his free hand.

With a small sigh, Levy laid her head back against his chest and closed her eyes once again. The new angle broke the contact of his mouth and left him with an unobstructed view of the front of her body. His hardened dick pressed against her lower back as he glanced down at her breasts. Ducking his head to kiss the side of her face, his fingers moved to the apex of her legs.

Levy breathed in and pushed against his rock-hard chest as his two middle fingers slowly drove up into her. The woman was about as wet in there already as the rest of her. She wiggled while he worked his fingers into a faster pace, squirming in his grasp and desperately clutching his forearms. Letting out a little string of whimpers, her legs widened for him and he greedily pushed in further.

Gajeel breathed heavily against her ear, a miniature groan barely perceptible with the flowing water near their heads. Her hips rolled back and she let out a loud whine in protest when he abruptly took his fingers out from deep within her slippery slit. Then he roughly squished her against the wall tiles and leaned himself onto her backside.

Small hands threw themselves on either side of her face to brace herself for his onslaught.

"Gajeel, not so rough..." Levy tried to sound firm, but the tone and the airy breathlessness of her voice was every indication of her high arousal. She looked over her shoulder as he squared up his narrow hips with her ass.

"I'm sorry," he said in her ear. His abdomen covered her lower back and the tip of his large erection poked into her lower lips. "Am I hurting you?"

He rocked forward, all but shoving his thick shaft into her. A pleased groan kissed her cheek.

"Ahh..!" Levy's eyes scrunched with the initial hard thrust before she immediately relaxed. A short moan escaped her parted lips when he did it again. And then again.

The shower water splashed to the stall bottom. A squishing sound was made each time their wet bodies smashed together, connected at the waist. With a forearm above her on the tiles for stability, Gajeel rocked his cock into his favorite pussy. He used his knee to spread her legs further to give his shaft more access into her juicy cavern. His other arm pulled her waist down against him while he vigorously humped her backside.

"Fuck mmm-" He growled and breathed out with a rush when she pushed herself back, wiggling a bit on his dick the moment he pitched. The next few minutes consisted of energetic and desperate plunging into tight, drenched depths until he abruptly stopped. His shaft buried itself as deep as it could get with his selfish need.

His body tensed as he came, his breath sucking in with a hiss. Resuming his earlier actions with less intensity, Gajeel knew he had to give her a release. His lips nibbled on her jaw below her ear. When she moaned, his tongue dragged up until he reached her ear and sucked the lobe between his lips, his teeth lightly baring down.

Levy pushed herself down on him as he shoved as far as he could into her. He pressed his fingers onto her clitoris, eliciting louder sounds coming from within the tiny woman. After a bit of time playing with the overly sensitized nub, he felt her get off along with an intake of breath and a short-lived groan. Her lips turned up at the corners in a smile, happy the man wanted to be with her in such ways.

She wasn't particularly self-conscious, but when he placed his hand on her stomach, it caused her an inner panic. Of course, he'd touched her all over just moments ago, but sex was a different kind of caress. Now… now she felt sick for hiding, for making it a secret, even though she had known for almost two months.

"Gajeel-" Levy said. She felt the change in her gut. Her cheeks warmed and a very unpleasant tingling occurred. The pit of her stomach lurched.

"Mm." He turned to her as he set the soap in the holder and stepped back into the running stream.

Levy did her best to keep herself calm; she could feel the bile rising. "Let me out, please."

He shifted -thinking nothing of it- and she immediately drew back the curtain and carefully stepped out. She barely had enough time to wrap her torso with a towel before she was bent over the toilet, a violent heaving ensuing.

She retched again, another violent round leaving her shaking. She spit out the last of the bile and flushed. A jerk against the curtain told her she had forgotten the pipes were connected. A moment later, Gajeel appeared standing on the opposite side of the shower head.

"Hey, the hell was that?" He snapped.

"Sorry…"

When he really looked at her, his annoyed expression melted away. He turned the water off and quickly dried off, still standing in tub. Levy was shaking, he could easily see that when she moved. Her hand was perched on her stomach, the other poised to open the toilet lid if needed.

"What's wrong?"

The bluenette took a deep breath through her nose and blew it out her mouth. She needed her phone -any clock- to check. What time was it? Was it close to 11? If so, then it was right on time. She was about to answer when she felt that queasiness tumble through her again.

Gajeel twisted his lips when he got an unobstructed view of her heaving the contents of her empty stomach into the toilet bowl. He looked away to save her dignity and stepped out around her to retrieve the fresh clothes he had stashed there the last time he stayed over.

"I'm fine, Gajeel," Levy squeaked. She glanced up and wiped her mouth with a piece of toilet paper. It felt like the sickness was gone for the time being.

"It doesn't look like it." He put his hands on his hips, but he turned to leave, knowing she wasn't going to say anything other than the overused line he heard often.

Levy quickly brushed her teeth and combed out her wet, tangled hair, glad that Gajeel had left her alone. She hadn't planned on telling him that she had a pretty good idea that she was pregnant. He had shown up unexpectedly and she had wished he would have let her know beforehand. If only for Melina's sake. It was difficult enough to try and skirt around adult things around a three-year-old, now he waltzes in like he owns their home.

Levy slowly wandered into the front rooms. She did a quick bit of picking up after Melina and turned off the tv. Slight nausea made her seek the antacids from the kitchen. She shook a few tablets into her hand and popped them into her mouth, shutting off the kitchen light in the process.

It was then that he found her, emerging from the bathroom with a minty fresh breath.

"Don't you need to head to bed? An early day tomorrow?" Gajeel asked, still looking at her. The heaving incident hadn't completely gone away from his mind. Slight concern settled on his features. The woman was hardly ever sick. When she was, she was tough as nails, going about her business like nothing was holding her back.

She hummed. "Mhm." The tablets crumbled in her mouth like chalk. She ignored his concern. How would she bring it up? It was later than she had originally wanted to head to bed, as Gajeel's presence threw the night off. "Is Melina alright?"

"Yea, I checked on her. She's asleep."

"Is her night light on? She gets scared in the middle of the night sometimes."

He nodded. "Yes, baby."

Levy took a breath and laid a hand on her stomach, grateful that the queasiness was subsiding. Quickly checking the lock on the front door and leaving on the lamp in the corner, she prepared herself for eventual sleep.

"Are you sure you're ok," Gajeel murmured as she walked into the bedroom. He was lying where he usually did when he slept over, half under the sheets. His eyes narrowed as he moved closer to her. She never acted this... delicate. Tonight she seemed off. As if cautious in her own normal, everyday surroundings.

He hoped it wasn't him.

Nodding, Levy managed a smile. Her mind was running a mile a minute. Should she tell him now? Or wait? But wait for what? Why was she so afraid? She had been afraid when she found out about Melina growing inside of her, and now she was even more so with this second child.

The club would make it hard for Gajeel to do both confidently, without him second guessing what his heart really wanted. Were they both perpetually trapped in their own bad decisions? Informing him now of a second child might hinder him. She knew nothing of the club's activities as of that moment.

She saw the skepticism on his face and let out a heavy sigh as she said his name, "Gajeel. I am fine. I promise. It's been an exhausting day."

The bed hardly sunk in when she slid in beside him. A sigh escaped her, the soft pillow on her face making it easy to feel the tension in her body disappear. She faced away from him, only wanting her mind to drift away.

"I love you." Gajeel pressed his lips to her shoulder.

Slightly aware of him, she tried to say it back, though it was never uttered. Sleep had already beckoned her.

The bar was dark. Not only in lighting, but in the current customers. It wasn't an establishment strictly for clubs -as a club would have its own personal one- but nomads would come incognito to have a drink or two in the safety of a public setting. They could blend in. And it was disturbing just how easily they did.

Luca sat around a corner table with two others that had escaped Marshall's wrath. They had witnessed their ex-club members kill the others for the misconduct of the gun trade. Those poor members were just doing what they were told, unfortunately from the wrong lips. It was supposed to serve as a warning, a reminder to Luca and the two Marshall spared not to fuck around with a club's investments.

All it did was allow the festering of sores.

He observed the other tables with unconcerned interest as he sipped at his beer, hoping to catch sight of other ex-club members. It wasn't too difficult to do. Few could pretend. And those who did were quickly found out. There was no bullshitting in a club. That kind of life never left anyone who had once been deeply involved. One either did or died.

There was a young blond in the back, drinking alone. His haunted blue eyes searched the dimly light place as he hunched over his short glass of golden liquor. There was an effortlessness in his demeanor. A devil may care attitude. An ashtray with a few dirty orange filters suggested he had been there a while.

He wore a dark blue checkered jacket on top of a black t-shirt. He looked like an average town citizen. Except for the tattooing creeping out of his collar and up the side of his neck. Combined with his intense eyes, there was no doubt this young man was up to something.

Luca tried to catch his attention in the least way possible. When he did manage to silently communicate with him, it was apparent the blond was not going to leave his chair anytime soon. Making sure the two with him stayed put, Luca rose from his seat and slowing made his way across the floor.

He stopped a foot away from the table. The beer in his hand, he motioned to an empty chair. He simply inquired, "Care if I sit?"

Jax briefly twisted his lips. He never moved from his hunched position, only his head tilted upwards. His eyes glanced down to the chair the man indicated before they snapped back up to him. "You worth my time?" He asked gruffly.

Luca produced a small rectangle patch with his name embroidered onto it. It was from his Mayan cut. He had saved the material before Marshall burned the traitors' black vests in disgrace. He threw it onto the table. "Maybe."

Taking a long look, Jax hummed to himself. He had half expected to find another who he could confidently bring into his fold in hopes to create his own club. He hadn't expected to find one from the biggest club in the area. It piqued his interest several degrees.

For the first time in several minutes, he unfurled his arms and leaned against the chair's back. The stiffness in his shoulders cracked a few times, the sound hidden by the music playing on the speakers. He focused on the patch on the wooden surface before him. It meant something. It also meant something to know that the man waiting for his answer had been kicked out of a club. The reasons had to be grave.

Club presidents were not usually so petty enough to disown one of their own. He would know.

He glanced towards the direction the newcomer had traveled. Blue eyes shifted. "Is there more of you?"

"Two," Luca replied. He wanted to take a sip of his beer but stopped himself. He wanted this more. "But I'm fairly sure I can scrounge up a few more."

Jax made a sound with his mouth. He then asked in more of a comment, "What's the name."

"Luca."

"Well, Luca." Jax smiled, showing his teeth. He lifted a hand to the chair in question. "Take a seat."

The man did so and relaxed enough to take a sip of the bottle in his grasp.

The blond continued. "A nomad originating from the Mayans I assume, at least that's what the patch says."

Luca nodded.

Jax stared expectantly at him. He was wanting to know what happened.

"Had a little trouble with the Sons. I thought Marshall was being too soft on the negotiations. So I took control of a trade and made the deal myself."

"You altered the deal."

Again Luca nodded.

Jax looked skeptical. "They blacked you out 'cause of that?"

Setting his beer bottle down, Luca pursed his lips. "I was blacked 'cause I made extra cash on top of an illegal trade. It wasn't disclosed to the entire club. I made a judgment call."

"A call that ended you clubless." Jax's eyebrow rose as he regarded him. Should he trust him?

Luca's eyes narrowed. "I'd do it again. Marshall is running that club like the flaccid dick at he is."

"The Mayans is the biggest club in this area. I've done my research. I need to know what I'm up against if I start my own," Jax said bluntly. He ignored Luca's reasonings; if it were to ever happen to him, he would not hesitate to kill him. He hated backstabbing bastards. And he told him just that.

"I understand," the man replied. He seemed hopeful. "A club is only as strong as its weakest member. That member is their president. Never mind how big it is."

The young blond considered all of the information he was given as he gazed at Luca. It was a risk either way, but he had to have numbers. A club was useless without reliable bodies to push agendas and willing to go beyond the boundaries of the law. These men prepared to join his ship were better than none. Though he was still wary of nomads. However one had to start somewhere.

"What do you and your boys know of the Sons?"