Welcome back for Day 5 everyone!

This is the second of the AU stories and guess what? No music. I know. A serious shocker there LOL!

But, I won't keep you from the reading!

Day 5 - Silence

Lucy shuffled through the stack of books in front of her and grabbed the note card she'd made. Fuck me. It wasn't there. She rechecked again and even scanned over the stack sitting in front of the others at her table. It was kind of a no brainer that it definitely would not be in Erik or Bickslow's piles. Contemporary Music: Theoretical and Philosophical Perspectives just wasn't very useful when it came to Biochemistry and Theology. She gave a sigh of frustration and scratched at her head. One of the most important books needed to complete her thesis research so it meant another trip back into the stacks. It didn't help that the school seemed to have a major dislike for arts and humanities because that section was located in the very back.

"What's wrong Doll?"

She glanced at the handsome, makeup covered face of her boyfriend of three months and couldn't help the smile that lifted her frowning lips. It was still rather hard to believe that four years at the university and they'd never once ran into each other. Despite having similar studies. He was a Visual Fine Arts major to her Musical and Performing Fine Arts concentration. It wasn't until the genius that was Freed Justine opened what he referred to his thesis made real and hired her on as a performer that they'd met. She leaned over and brushed her lips against his. "Forgot a book so be right back," she smiled and pushed her chair back to stand.

"You going by the vending machine?" Erik asked without lifting his head from the book it was buried in.

Lucy's face fell as she looked at the maroon haired man. She'd come to love him dearly as a friend and had to admit he was good for the guy who'd practically grew up in and around her home. Bickslow was her brother's best friend and while seemingly crazy, he was the biggest sweetheart. He deserved someone who loved him and there was no denying that Erik was head over heels. But he was sometimes the world's worst about playing the sensuous card. Since you was up… "No lazy ass," she chuckled. "I'm heading back to the arts section for a book."

Bickslow chuckled as he set down his pen. "What does my Coby want?" He asked as he pushed back from the table. "I need a drink anyway."

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that shit in public?" Erik growled.

The blue-black haired man grinned as he stood and moved behind the man "Awww but you like it when I call you that," He chuckled as he leaned down to slide his hand into the neckline of his boyfriend's shirt.

"Fuck!" Erik squealed as he jumped and tried to slide off the front of his chair. "That was a nipple, dirty Bitch!"

She could only shake her head at their display of affection. Even she knew the maroon haired man was over exaggerating. She unfortunately knew first hand via TMI conversations that one of his weak spots was his nipples. But, then she could completely relate and thank god her eyeliner wearing sex god had introduced her to clamps. Seriously Lucy? Get your head back on your thesis, you can jump his ass tonight.

"You two need a room," Macbeth groaned. "I'll come with ya Lu."

"You don't need to, I'll only be a second."

"Nonsense," He grinned. "You might need help reaching on the top shelf."

"Baby. You're only 3 inches taller than me," Lucy chuckled.

Macbeth's face fell in feigned insult. "Hey! Those three inches help."

"That's what she said."

Her head snapped back to the two across the table, her jaw dropping. "Erik!"

"Well it's true Bright eyes," The maroon haired man shrugged. "You screaming your face off last night clued in the dead."

Lucy glared at the man. She wasn't screaming her face off. Ok perhaps she was but she'd had good reason to and yes. It did, indeed, include a HELL of a lot more than three inches. More like eight but who's counting? She opened her mouth to refute his claim but was quickly interrupted.

"Must all of you good for nothing students be so loud?" Everyone at the table turned to blink at the elderly pink haired woman. She was known as the Library's demon. "This is a library, shut your traps or get the hell out." She glared at the four of them before turning and walking off towards her usual perch, mumbling about stupid, smelly human youth.

"I think that confirms that she's definitely an alien," Bickslow whispered. "I bet she's a scientologist or from the sixth level of hell at the very least."

Lucy bit her lip to keep from laughing, not sure what was funnier. What he said or the fact that he most likely believed it. "And on that note, I'll just go get my book now."

She made quick work of weaving in and out of the shelves, with her note card in hand. This was the only library she knew that didn't use the usual Dewey Decimal system. While most of her the books she'd needed on philosophy should have been in the one hundreds, she'd found them in the three hundreds. And the arts should encompass the seven hundreds, they'd moved them to the nine hundreds. Perhaps it was the fact that Magnolia University, home of the Fairies (that should have been a clue there), never did anything by the usual standards. Even traffic moved to a different beat there. It had taken some getting used to when she'd first arrived but now she felt out of place and off kilter when she went back home to Oaktown to visit her sister, Flare.

Spotting the row she was searching for, she turned the corner and noticed her boyfriend's ruby reds locked on her skirt covered ass as he followed behind. She knew the smirk on his face, knew what it meant but her eyes dropped none the less. Her tongue darted out over her lips as she mentally traced the distinct outline of his growing erection. The perfection that she knew laid beneath was perfectly framed by his jeans. It was almost a rare occurrence to see him wear them but heaven help her when he did. They had a tendency to hug him in all the right places. Ok girl, head out of his crotch and back on your thesis. She was seriously going to fuck his brains out for days when all of this was over. She turned her attention back to the shelves and scanned the row she was searching only to tsk in disgust. "Well crap that's why I didn't have it," She whined. "Someone apparently already has it."

"Think I could get it on kindle?" Macbeth asked, his voice suddenly just inches from her ear. His arms slipped about her waist to pull her back against him. "I'll just buy it but right now I've got a better idea."

A shiver ran down the length of her spine to settle between her legs. His voice, even in a whisper did things to her that even her trusty vibrator couldn't and that thing did absolute wonders. Her eyes darted to the sides as she slapped at his hands. "N-not here lover boy," she replied. It didn't come out as harsh as she would've liked, the breathy tone was just a neon sign glaring that she teetered on the edge of giving in. The soft wisp of what could be a chuckle from him feathered over ear just before she found herself pushed against the shelves. The full length of him pressed against her and she couldn't contain the gasp that slipped when fingers brushed over the nape of her neck to pull her hair to the side.

"Oh this is the perfect place," he murmured against her skin as his lips trailed up the side of her throat.

Her body seemed to have a mind of its own, its willingness to obey apparent as her hips pushed back against him. It never failed. From the first time he'd touched her, she was lost. He could snap his fingers and her body instantly responded, moistening for the impending taking. His tongue flicked over the fleshy lobe of her ear and soft whimper came from her throat. He truly was an artist and seemed to know just where to stroke, where to dab and where to place happy little trees from the get go. His fingers were his brushes and her body, his canvas. His fingers trailed over her sides and up her stomach before palming her heavy breasts. The thin, button up shirt and bra she wore did little to keep the warmth of his skin from reaching her.

"Fuck. You smell so damn good," he moaned softly against her skin as his hips thrust against her.

The friction only served to push the loose material of her skirt up as the ridge of his erection wedged between the cheeks of her ass. A moan slipped from her lips as his fingers dug harshly into her breasts, gripping them for leverage as he practically rutted against her. It was debased, animalistic, and perverse. She loved it and wanted more. She met his thrusts, pushing back against him. Her breathing became shallow and she was on the verge of begging him to just fuck her already. But she was afraid that if she opened her mouth to speak, her voice would carry in the otherwise silence of the library.

"So willing," He smirked as a hand slid down the front of her, his fingers curling to pull her skirt up. "Let's see if you were a good girl today and lost the panties."

She bit her lip to keep from crying out when his fingers ghosted over her already drenched and throbbing sex. His hum of approval vibrated against her ear when he found her bare and ready. She clutched at the wooden shelf as her knees threatened to buckle when a finger dipped between her folds. His long, thin digits drove her insane. His touch not rough or possessive but slow and teasing as they explored, spreading and softly stroking everything but the places she wanted to feel him the most. Any other time he was the utmost gentleman; quiet, reserved and sometimes kind to a fault. But when it was just them, naked and exposed, he was almost cruel. Demanding, pushing her to the very brink of her limits, unmasking every vulnerability she held, dominating and possessive. And she was addicted to that wicked, evil side of him as surely as she was falling for the man he presented to society.

"I want to taste you. I wanna slip my tongue inside of you just as you cum," he rasped as his fingers withdrew and he spun her to press her back against the rack. "But you'll have to be quiet or I'll be forced to stop." He gave her a sadistic grin as he brought his slick fingers up to her lips, tracing them lightly before pushing them into her mouth. "And that would only get you punished."

Lucy greedily sucked and licked at his fingers, tasting herself as his words made her tremble in the most delicious of ways. She knew what his punishment was. The thought of him holding her bent over the side of a table as his hand reddened her bare bottom, often to the point of leaving bruises and marks on her otherwise flawless skin. It embarrassed her to feel the throbbing between her legs and the evidence of her arousal slicking her thighs. She'd been appalled the first time he'd actually acted on the threat of spanking her, even more so when his hand had slipped between her legs to find her drenched in desire. The sting, the pain of it had her crying out and begging for more. He had a way of making her shameless in her need for him, even with tears streaming down her face. "Everything that Christian Gray wished he was." Cana's giggling voice rang in her head and for the first time since that fateful night, she had to agree. The fictional character didn't come close to her precious Macbeth. "Y-yes Sir," she mumbled around his fingers. The look of approval that flashed in his eyes made her glow.

"God you make me so fucking hard when you say that," he moaned as his fingers withdrew and he leaned in to nip at her bottom lip. "And tasting you on your lips…fuck."

Her cheeks heated with his words but the lecherous way his tongue licked at his black painted lips made her core clench for what was to come. His hand lifted one of her legs and he gently kissed and licked his way up the sensitive inner flesh of her thigh. The fires of what could only be likened to hell burned in the ruby depths of his eyes as his breath feathered over her desire slicked core. Even from the submissive position of kneeling she knew he had complete control. He hooked her leg over his shoulder and a whimper slipped out when his lips pressed against the top of her pelvis. She wanted to feel him lower, wanted to feel him tell the tale of them with his tongue on her body. But instead of giving her what she wanted, he teased her. His lips and teeth explored the flesh on her pelvis, the soft skin at the crook of her leg. Every time her hips bucked against him, he'd pull away.

Just when she thought he'd tease her endlessly, he dove in without warning. His lips locked around the sensitive pearl that was nestled in her folds. Her hand clamped over her mouth to muffle the cry that rushed up from the pit of her stomach. Her other hand found his hair and her hips moved with him as he took to lapping at her mercilessly. Every pass of his tongue sent her closer and closer to the edge of being unable to keep herself noises at bay. And he knew it. A finger teased her opening as his tongue teased her clit and just to raise the stakes, his teeth scraped over her sensitive nub as his finger entered her. A guttural moan disrupted the hushed tranquility that surrounded them. She felt a slap to her ass and found him pointing up above her without so much as a pause in his oral assault on her nervous system. Just a glance in that direction and she knew she'd be punished later. A sign hung from the ceiling that read "Silence is golden."

How the fuck am I supposed to stay quiet? The thought went unanswered as the cord inside of her began to coil. A hand clamped over her mouth and the other clutching his head for stability, all she could do was submit. Another finger joined the first as his tempo increased. His lips, teeth and tongue ravaged her bundle of nerves and it wasn't long until her entire body was trembling on the edge of release. The thoughts of punishment and repentance disappeared down the drain with her control. As always, he broke her free from the restraints of decorum and propriety. Her hips wantonly bucked against his mouth, meeting the thrust of his fingers and he moaned approvingly against her. "Oh god...M-Mac…I'm…"

Her tripped words and train of thought lost the battle as his fingers hooked inside of her, hitting that spot she didn't believe existed before him. Her entire body tensed and her teeth clamped down on her lip to imprison the scream that strangled her. The coil inside of her sprang loose and every nerve ending in her body lit up like the night sky on Fourth of July. Every muscle in her body quivered, wave after wave of full body spasms crashed into her. And it was only until her muffled moans began to weaken into whimpers that he began to slowly relent on her. His finger withdrew and the lock of his lips on her flesh released so that his tongue could lap up her release.

He eventually let her leg fall and slowly kissed his way back up to stand, his chin and mouth glistening with the evidence of his talents. "I could eat you for days," he growled against her lips. "But I can't wait till we get home to be inside of you."

That was all it took for Lucy's greedy core to clench again in anticipation. She moaned her approval as his tongue delved into her mouth. She felt his hands between them, hastily pulling at the belt at his waist. Her hands dropped to join the fray, pushing his jeans and boxers down just enough for his engorged length to spring free. Her fingers honed in on the heated skin and possessively wrapped around his girth. Already she could feel herself dripping at the memory of what it felt like to be stretched around him. He broke from the kiss with a raspy moan, his hips surging upwards to press his length into the tunnel her fingers created. His lips blazed a steamy trail along her jaw and a gasp echoed from her lips as he pulled a leg up to hook over his hip.

"Guide me in Baby," he gritted against her ear.

She didn't need to be told twice. It was a command she'd been waiting to hear. She needed to feel him inside of her. Knowing just what he liked, she lifted herself onto her tiptoes and brushed the velvety tip against the sensitive pearl. Her head dropped to his shoulder to muffle her whimper and rewarded her with a grunted approval. It was purely self-induced torture, feeling him throbbing not only in her loosened grasp but against her as she slicked the tip. Only when his teeth bit down on the juncture of her neck and shoulders in warning did she settle him against her opening. She'd barely pulled her hand from between them when his hips surged up against her, burying himself completely in one thrust. The speed of it stole her breath and choked off the cry that wanted to come. There was the slight sting of pain as his girth stretched her to her limit, that almost uncomfortable pressure of him pushing past the deepest part of her. And she loved every single second of it. She felt whole, complete in a sense that she'd never understood before him.

His words disappeared, melting into grunted moans as his fingers dug angrily into her flesh. Every harsh snap of his hips against her threatened to break the rule of silence. But she couldn't help herself. The painful way her body slammed into the shelves behind her, the way he lifted her other leg and pulled her in to meet him, the onslaught of thrusting brutally into her. It all combined and sent her spiralling into what would otherwise be the dead space in her mind. Her cries rose in volume without care and he pressed her onto a wooden ledge so that he could clamp a hand over her mouth. To anyone else it would look like he was brutally using her as unexpected tears began streaming down her face. But the fingers that dropped to grasp the barely exposed cheeks of his ass told a different story as she pulled him into her.

That tell-tale numbing tingle began in the base of her spine and spread, her stomach quivering as she neared that all too familiar cliff. It was so close she could practically taste it. Books from the shelf spilled to the floor with a loud clamour and the soft murmur of voices reached her ears. Someone was approaching and the thought of discovery was what sent her sailing over the edge of the cliff. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments even though it felt as if time slowed to a crawl. Every muscle in her body seized and she felt him swell within the tightened confines of her body. Fuck, I love him. That thought was what shattered her existence and her entire being broke into spasms that had her screaming his name behind his hand. The string of mumbled obscenities that barely escaped his clenched teeth vaguely registered as he slammed into her. The feel of him erupting inside of her forced her higher into the clouds of orgasmic bliss.

Bickslow let his book fall to the table and leaned back in his chair. If he had to read one more damn line, his eyes were going to fall out of his head. It would be different if he was reading some smut filled story or something about magic wielding mages kicking some major dark mage ass. Or something with dragons. He glanced over at his boyfriend and smiled as he watched the maroon haired man chew on the cap of his pen while jotting notes down. He could almost imagine his ass with pointy ears and scales. He'd be the sexiest dragon out there. As if the guy knew he was being watched, amethyst eyes met his and a lopsided smirk flashed his way before the guy went right back to reading. He was by far the luckiest mother fucker alive.

He glanced across the table and his brows furrowed when the chairs across the way sat empty. It had been a while since the blonde he saw as a little sister and her gothic, glam rock boyfriend had gone off. He'd had his doubts when the girl first started dating Macbeth. It wasn't that he didn't like the guy, he'd hardly known him. But the man's appearance and too quiet nature was just strange. But the more he got to know him and the more he watched the guy with Lucy, Bickslow was growing to like the guy. He could keep up with his sense of humor, which was usually hard to do and he made the blonde smile like a million dollars. A real smile. He'd seen her give that fake shit for years, since hers, Laxus and Flare's father had passed away. Maybe they slipped out for a bit?

He shrugged and reached for his book again. He read and reread the last paragraph on the page. He couldn't help but think that perhaps he and Erik should do the same. Impromptu afternoon sex suddenly seemed like a golden idea. He opened his mouth to speak but jumped as a book dropped to the table in front of him with a loud slap. His head jerked up, ready to go the hell off on some stupid ass but was held silent as he stared at the couple in front of him. They were busy collecting their things, rushing if truth be told. But it was their appearances that practically screamed at him. The blonde's hair was pulled from the immaculate finger curls she'd had when they left, her button up shirt clearly buttoned in a hurry given the fact that it was now lopsided with some holes left bare. Macbeth's hair looked as though a hurricane had fingered it and a smug smile graced his features. His brow quirked as he reached for the book with a grin and laughter burst from his lips.

"Wha-" Erik's gruff voice started only to die when his head lifted. "What the fuck you two?"

Bickslow shook his head and wordlessly handed the book over to his boyfriend. He knew the old Alien was probably on her way over but he just couldn't control his laughter. The couple grabbed their items and headed for the door, Lucy's step noticeably off and a lot on the shaky side.

"What...really?" The maroon haired man exclaimed as he turned to glare at their retreating backs. "They Came in Silence? REALLY?"

The old, crotchety pink haired woman looked up from her perch and lifted a finger to her lips. "SILENCE!"

Dominant Macbeth…soooo sexy LOL! I want to know what library he goes to hehehe. And BixCo…I so love them. And while I didn't bring you music…I did finally break out the smut. I know…RARE for me lol! But hopefully it was worth the wait!

Tomorrow I will return with Day 6 – Makeup.

Don't forget…in just three days!

~BixLu Week, November 2015~

GemNika and I have officially lost our goddamn minds. So, we've created BixLu Week, and decided that it should begin on All Souls Day. What better day to give our favorite Seith mage some lovin'? The dates are from November 1, 2015 – November 7, 2015. And here are the prompts:

Day 1: Fix

Day 2: Hidden

Day 3: Home

Day 4: Doctor

Day 5: Vendetta

Day 6: Fluffy

Day 7: Space

Please let me know if you're planning on writing for either of these pairing weeks, so I can make sure to check out your stories! Get those fingers to the keyboard and get to work! I know I'm extremely excited to see what you all write!

As always, please R & R!

Till tomorrow…Big hugs!

Princess Nana