A/N: Here's the second half to Loke naughtiness. So, I was thinking about the 2nd gen dragon slayers in terms strictly of their powers. Here's my question: where the f*** do you find a lacryma with DRAGON SLAYER magic in it?! Enjoy the story.

Once I was finished he licked me clean before climbing back up my body. I grinned up at him, "Why are you still wearing pants?" He grinned and flipped us over, and I had his pants off in a flash. His boxers were gone in the same blow and then we were guiding his shaft into me. He circled my opening once before allowing me to slide down onto him, and my toes curled in pleasure as my insides stretched to fit his long shaft.

I moaned and began gliding slowly up and down, simply marveling at his size, before we both became more hurried and his hands found a place to rest on my hips. It wasn't long before his hips were rising off the bed to meet me, and when he hit a certain spot I groaned. He took that as a cue and pulled me to him before flipping us over so that he could lay over me and do the thrusting. What was impressive about this was that he did it without once exiting me, and when he started up again – instantly – he kept his spot. Not only did this turn me on immensely, but he now had me sighing and gasping and moaning without interruption. My legs wrapped around him so that he could go even deeper than he already was, and each pound began to reach his hilt. I hissed through my teeth and moaned in his ear. His enthusiasm increased as he groaned as well. The arms I had wrapped around him held him tighter, and my nails began to claw as I tried to grasp for my senses – not that I really wanted them back. A few more thrusts and I was sent plummeting towards my release. My insides clenched around him and he twitched inside me. Upon hearing my loud groan of his name he too was sent spiraling over the edge and my back found its way back onto the sheets as his release filled me.

He pulled out and collapsed next to me on the bed, his eyes scanning up and down my more than satisfied, heaving form. He propped himself up on his elbow and surveyed me, his finger lightly trailing down my body and causing me to tense when it tickled. "The heavens have blessed me." At his words my head turned to him, and he explained as though it must be obvious, "I've just held an angel. Is that not a blessing?"

I scoffed and rolled onto his chest, "You little flirt." Then I looked down between our bodies, "Well, maybe not little." He grinned and slipped a hand behind my neck to pull me down and kiss me.

The next morning we were in the kitchen making breakfast together, with him stealing the occasional kiss and starting a butt pinching war. When things had calmed down to us just hitting each other with our hips he disguised his suggestion as a question, "So, will I be staying here until I find a place to live?"

I shrugged and scooped some pancakes onto a plate, "If you want. Gray lives here too, though. Thankfully there's more than one bed. We're just too lazy to set it up. If you want to stay, you'll need to pay for your share of the food, and help out with chores. That sound fair?"

He eyed me as he dug syrup out of the fridge, "That guy Gray lives here? And there's only one bed?"

I turned off the stove and turned to him, "Gray has been living in this house since the day Fey and I moved in. Fey is the purple cat. The only reason Gray has an apartment besides living here is that sometimes we both need or want privacy. And no, Gray can't stay at his apartment because it consists of all of three rooms. Bedroom, bath, and what's left of the space is a twelve by twelve square that everything else fits into. Tiny."

He thought about it, "Gray is cool, right?"

"You two would end up liking each other."

Loke nodded, "Deal. When is Gray coming home?"

"Probably tonight he'll leave the guild with Fey and I."

"And me."

"Of course, darling. Weilder of the rings of Regulus…" I thought aloud, "Or, since magic is a part of the wizard, Regulus is a part of you." I turned my head to him, "That makes you the constellation Leo, technically."

He shifted uncomfortably, "Just Loke, please."

I frowned momentarily; I had been proud to piece together that nickname. A grin perked right up on my face when he offered me a weak one, "Fine then, Just Loke." He grinned and stabbed a fork into his pancakes.