Okii dokii, so, my ONLY request for a new chapter IS currently under way... kind of... but I can't find the proper situation to put them in without going too OOC, if you know what I mean. So... I thought you guys would like this one. It isn't as long as chapter 1, but I still like it. Enjoy guys. :)
Sometimes he was called Seigrain, though I didn't get why since everyone knew that Seigrain was only made up, others, namely some of those at Fairy Tail, called him Mystogan, but only when he was wearing 'Mystogan's clothing, an outfit I adored in all it's… uniqueness. His actual name was Jellal, but, with me being… well me, I couldn't help but make up my own personal nickname for him and secretly, I had an inkling that he liked my little nickname though he displayed a public dislike of the word whenever I called for him using it.
"Oh Jelly! You're so mean!" I watched in silent delight as his left eye twitched slightly at the nickname. I had always refused to call him anything else unless we were in a desperately serious setting, joining Mystogan in being silent in all public situations.
"Why must you call me that? Why can't you be like the others and call me by my name?" He propped the staffs that were a signature of his current outfit by the wall. For some reason he had been needed by Fairy Tail in the games and we had all gone with him, for support, of course, not to watch his muscles ripple as he fought in Fairy Tail team B. Nope. Not at all.
"Which name would you like me to use, Jelly?" I pushed myself away from the railing of the balcony outside 'Mystogan's designated room and walked towards the man as he moved over to the table, pouring himself a drink. "I know I've always preferred Mystogan myself. The strong, silent type." Without removing his mask, he looked up at me, his eyes dancing with amusement as I spoke. "Though I suppose Seigrain was always a looker. And a part of the Wizard Council at that..."
Taunting the man was always so fun. Especially using his alter-egos against him. I reached the table in no time and took a swig from the bottle of… Wine? Boring. Though the quiet growl that emanated from the man was ever so entertaining. Ahh, he was always one to be jealous, even if it was a jealousy of himself.
I couldn't help the smirk that broke out over my face as his eyes darkened. His drink hadn't moved from where he had poured it and I relished in the feel of his lust-filled gaze raking over me as he took a step towards me where I leaned back against the table.
"You would taunt me? With my own personas?" By now he was close enough that his breath ghosted hotly over the shell of my ear through the fabric covering most of his face and I couldn't help the loosening of my muscles. My knees all but caved, but I found that my body didn't move as arms held me up, pressed in against my shoulders.
"I wonder… Jelly… Why did you end up with your own room? All the other teams ended up having to share with their team…" It was a valid question and it momentarily took my focus away from the situation. But not for long.
"If you really want to know. I didn't want to listen to Juvia's complaining about competing against her 'beloved Gray' and I don't think any of us where eager to listen to Mira and Laxus' screwing all night. And Gajeel would only have had Levy over every other night if not every night anyway and I would much rather have spent my nights with you… Would you have subjected Juvia to all of that? Me and you…" He reached up and pulled his makeshift mask down, flicking his tongue out over the tip of my ear. "Gajeel and Levy…" His fingers loosened and danced on the skin of my arms. "And Mira and Laxus…" His body was now flush against mine, pressed between the table and his chest. "The poor girl would have gone insane…" I could tell he was teasing me. It was obvious. "I know that she doesn't know my true identity. But I'd rather your screaming my name wasn't the way she found out."
Gods.
I couldn't help the quiet moan that escaped my lips at his words as he moved his hands down my arms, around the back of my rear and down to the back of my thighs, pulling just enough so that I would have to jump, and I did, so he could move forwards a little more, placing me on the edge of the table, his body never moving from it's place between my legs as I tilted my head to press my lips to his, rocking my body slightly, creating the delicious friction between our pelvis'.
After what felt like millennia, he pulled away, leaving us both gasping for air.
"J-Jell…" He looked into my eyes with a fire I hadn't seen in him in so long I had almost forgotten what it looked like, so I smirked and moved my head so I could whisper in his ear. "Jelly. I need you."
A moment later, my back pressed against something soft which I found to be the bed sheets, his grin telling me everything I needed to know.
"Don't worry, I'll have you screaming my name soon enough." Wow this man would be my downfall, and oh I wouldn't have it any other way.
I heard a tear somewhere in the distance, but when I looked down, I found my tank top in tatters on the bed spread and a grinning Jellal stood above me, admiring the view I suppose.
"See something you like, Jelly?" I twisted my body slightly and lifted a hand to thread through my hair, holding back the smile that threatened me as his eyes followed the motion.
"Oh baby, you know damn well, that I always like what I see." Without a moment's hesitation, his body bent at the waist and he leaned over me, his arms boxing my head in as he leaned in to me, whispering quietly. "One day I will stop that nickname of yours, you can be sure of that." My body let out a little giggle before speaking.
"I wouldn't be too sure of yourself Jelly." I said, putting emphasis on his dreaded nickname, before I leaned up on my elbows, twisting my forearms under me to unhook the bra I was wearing before flinging it behind me, flicking my gaze over the large figure of 'Mystogan'. "I think you are wearing too many clothes, J."
I watched as he cocked a brow, his tongue flicking out to lick at his lips as he looked at my body before he stood, tugging at the clasp that held his cape together before he let it drop to the ground, pulling at the hem of his shirt before it too was on the ground, albeit further from the bed than the cape. I, myself, couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight of his chiselled abs and muscular chest as he dropped back to his spot over me, his lips only millimetres from my own.
Smirking, I closed the distance between us and moved my hand to brush my fingers over his glorious tattoo, smiling into the kiss as he moaned into my lips. I felt his fingers brush my abdomen before they travelled lower, hooking into the waistband of my shorts for a moment, before he flicked at the button, undoing it easily. I felt his smug grin as he pushed at my shorts and I took my fingers away from his face, lazily dragging them down his chest, teasing over his 'happy trail' before moving lower, hooking into his no-buttoned trousers, simply pushing the best that I could, lifting my own hips to help him as he pushed my shorts, kicking them away from my now bare legs.
Pulling away from his lips, I looked down, enjoying the fact that he preferred the freedom of not wearing underwear under these trousers and loving the grin that spread across his face as he watched me ogle his erection. "'See something you like'?"
Oh, the git. Quoting my own words back to me. I shook my head in amusement at the thought, smiling up at him, humming slightly.
"Hmm, definitely." Before I closed the distance between us again, I moved back to whisper in his ear. "Now make love to me Jelly. I don't care whether you want to be Seigrain, Mystogan or Jellal right now. What I want is to feel you inside me." His moan at my words was amazing to hear as I heard his trousers drop to the ground and a little rustle as he kicked away his shoes with them before climbing up onto the sheets, pushing me further onto the expanse of the bed.
Glad that it had been a warm day and I had taken the opportunity to go without underwear, I pressed my lips back against his as he lowered his body down to mine, grinding his midsection into me. I let out a loud moan as I felt his manhood brush up against my core.
"Gods." Feeling his skin against my own was bliss enough, though when I felt his tip brush lightly against my entrance, my whole body lit up in an intense burst of electricity. I looked up to see him watching me with an expression bordering on insane as he waited for my response.
My body bucked into his and he rightfully took this as a good sign and slowly pushed into me, causing a low moan to fall from the both of us. I wound my arms up, around his neck and pulled him down to press my lips back against his, revelling in the feel of his length pushing into me at an agonisingly slow pace.
Jellal set a slow motion for this and moved inside me slowly as my hips met his pace easily, though his thrusts got gradually faster and faster with every movement as I felt my internal coil winding tighter and tighter getting ready to release when the time was right.
Gods it was amazing to feel him inside of me.
Before long, I couldn't help it and I had to clench my muscles in an attempt at keeping my composure, though I could feel my face betraying that of me as I looked at my love.
"Go on, baby, let go, and scream my name for the world to hear." His whispered words were honey to my ears and my body involuntarily spasmed as that coil deep within me burst free.
My body clamped down around him, my mouth letting out a scream louder than any I would ever have used in any other situation, unintentionally screaming Jellal's name into the room, though I could not have cared less if I tried at that point, the only thing on my mind being that we had both just hit our orgasm at almost the same time and I could feel him strain to hold himself up.
I did what I normally did and grabbed a hold of his biceps, pushing to the side, my body following after his as I landed atop him, my legs straddling his. Grinning down at him, I simply shook my head slightly in amusement of the sultry grin he shot back at me, and dropped down onto his chest, my arms lying loose on his.
I let out a small sigh as I regained my composure and righted my slightly blurred vision before moving my arms to cross them under my chin on his chest to look him in the eyes.
"Tell me. Which of your persona's were you just then?" Despite trying, I couldn't help but smile through my words, chuckling at the look I received for my question before I felt the muscles underneath me clench slightly before Jellal himself began to chuckle.
"Ahh my dear, you never cease with your taunting. Though if you must know, I didn't give a flying fuck which one of them I was. All I cared about was that you were the one writhing and moaning underneath me and… Once again I was right." Stopping at a slight cliff hanger of his words. Cheeky.
"Oh? And what exactly where you right about this time?" I cocked an eyebrow and watched as his eyes flared with held back amusement before he whispered.
"I, once again, made you scream my name with wanton abandon. Despite your limitless attempts, you can't help it. I know you can't."
My smile was uninvited, but welcome all the same as I looked down at the man I had fallen in love with, his tattoo his most definable feature and the only thought running through my mind became clear as day.
I will never see him as anyone other than who he is inside.
Not one of his persona's. Seigrain or Mystogan.
No. He is who I've always seen him as.
Jellal.
Alright then.
So… There's a little Jellal Fernandes for y'all.
Let me know if you want anything specific writing, or if you have any characters you would like me to write a little one-shot for. Always happy to write new things. :D