Welcome back everyone to another glorious day of BixLu love!

This one...yeah. It...well...I will let you read for yourself.

As always, I don't own Fairy Tail. As you can see if I did…the pairings would be cracked to hell and there would be smut on almost every page LMAO!

But onto the reading!

Day 5- Vendetta

Bickslow watched the closed bathroom door from the across the room, his eyes narrowed and a small smirk dancing on his lips. Thoughts ran rampant in his head, the packing he was supposed to be helping with forgotten. Twelve whole months now a brutal, vicious feud had been waging war inside of the guild. No one was spared, no place sacred. Lines had been crossed and secrets exposed. Each battle only seemed to entice the other side into greater, more devious acts of retribution. He had to admit that his adversary was cunning. Highly intelligent, stealthy (more so than that he had given credit for), sneaky and brazen. Any previous misconceptions he'd once had were completely blown out of the water. That was his fault though. He'd been warned, several times in fact, by close friends and confidants of both sides. But not anymore. The plan he'd hatched in the dead of night was fool proof and would see an end to this vendetta brought about. Yes, the prank war between he and one Lucy Heartfilia would finally be over and he'd laugh in the face of victory.

How it had all began, he wasn't exactly sure. Perhaps it had been the marker incident that resulted in his face being defiled with crude artwork for a couple of weeks. Or maybe it was when he'd swapped the rolls of toilet paper in her bathroom for duct tape before adding a little bit of laxative to her coffee in place of actual milk. It even might have been the time she'd come out on a mission with his whole team and he'd stood outside of her tent with an old chainless chainsaw. The way she'd screamed and practically tore her tent apart to get away had been fucking hysterical, even if Laxus had shocked him within an inch of his life for it. Of course, her retribution when she finally started speaking to him again had been just. And expensive. When she'd practically jumped out of his damn refrigerator as he opened it, he'd not only shattered the three thousand jewel bottle of wine on the tile floor but he'd ended up with stitches in his foot and hand. He was still denying her claim that he easily hit an octave above high C. He just refused to believe his nuts would allow him to get that high. Unfortunately things had only escalated from there and it was time to put an end to the madness.

Her prank last week had been the biggest by far and he was still unsure how she'd managed it. She'd been with him a couple of days by that point, discussing the move and the eventuality of a wedding sometime within the next year. The night before the incident, she'd been sound asleep when he finally turned the lacrimavision off. He had been sure of it and he just knew the marathon of sex that day had worn her the hell out. If a forensic team were to inspect the place they'd find her ass prints on damn near every surface of the house, walls and doors included. The early light of morning had revealed an empty bed beside him and a deathly quiet house. Even his babies weren't making a sound and that was never a good thing. They'd grown incredibly close to the celestial mage during their relationship and had often helped both of them during pranks. Pepe was always in the room first to greet him good morning but yet not one of them came in. Not even Papa and he tended to be the worrier of his little gang when Bickslow wasn't up on time. Fearing the worst but praying it was just a matter of them sitting outside, he quickly got out of bed and pulled on a pair of loose pajama pants.

Lucy was known to do that on days she woke before him. She'd brew coffee and go out to sit on the back porch with the Babies in tow. He'd searched the kitchen first only to find it empty, as was the living room and back porch. The front bedroom and his workshop had been empty as well. There'd been no sign of the totems or the blonde and it was starting to worry him. There wasn't even a note. On his second pass through to the kitchen, the sight of the front door just barely cracked open stopped him. He called out her name and that's when he'd heard it, a blood curdling scream that set his feet in motion. He took off like a rocked, flinging the door open and barreling outside. Or so he'd thought. His entire body met with a clear, flexible barrier that had just enough give to knock him back. And to make matters worse, he'd repeated it on the back door. Pulling himself off of the ground to see her rolling laughing on the back lawn with his babies cackling with her was the final straw. She was still tightlipped about just how she'd managed to shrink wrap the entire first floor of his home. He was pretty sure she had help and was willing to bet his life it included his best friend and teammate, Laxus.

"What ya think Bixy?"

The sound of her voice pulled him from his thoughts and he blinked to find her staring at him questioningly from the doorway. Plans for revenge took a momentary back seat as he took in the sight of her standing there in nothing but his Superman t-shirt and a black pair of barely there spandex shorts. He'd already seen just how barely there they really were when she'd bent over before, the bottom curves of her ass peeking out as the material rose up. Her hair was pulled up into a messy, half assed updo and her feet were bare. The day's light was starting to fade, the setting sun splashing the room in a golden glow and casting shadows on the floor. It still got him right in the gut that she was all his. She made the messy look sexy in a way that very few, if any, could. It was almost a shame, knowing what he had in mind for revenge. But oh was it going to be fun. "Think about what babe?"

"I should've known you weren't listening," she sighed. "I asked if you wanted to maybe call it quits for the day. Maybe grab a shower and then watch a movie, I saw a couple of good ones on demand."

"Kissy time! Kissy time!" The five totems chanted as they moved to swirl around her head.

"Babies! Shhh and leave the room," He chuckled as he pulled himself up from the floor and made his way over to where she was standing. "How about we play a game instead?"

Lucy's eyes narrowed in skepticism but her arms still came up to circle around his waist. "What…kind of game?"

Bickslow buried his fingers in her hair and tilted her head to the side, giving his mouth access to the tender flesh of her neck. He heard her sharp intake of air and grinned as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her skin. He didn't really care that they both probably smelled like dust and sweat, she still tasted like heaven. "I was thinking the Alphabet game," He said between the kisses he trailed up to the fleshy lobe of her ear.

"Th-the alphabet game?"

He loved it when he could make her stutter with just a scrape of his teeth against her skin. And her ears were one of those little spots for her that he knew drove her absolutely insane. "Mhm," he hummed against her ear as he reached back to shut the bedroom door behind her. Slowly he backed up towards her bed, pulling her along with him as his lips explored her jawline. "It's where I draw a letter of the alphabet on you and you have to guess the letter."

"How…how about we skip the game and take this into the shower?" She moaned as his lips reached the other ear.

He chuckled against her as he spun them so that her back was to the bed. "Nope," he grinned as he pulled back to look down at her. Already her lids were heavy with desire and the flames were dancing the cocoa depths of her eyes. He gave her a quick push back and was on top of her in the blink of an eye to pin her to the bed. "We're going to play."

"But Bixy," She chuckled as her hands came up to push at his chest. "I smell like Laxus after a workout."

His hands captured hers and he moved them up above her head to curl her fingers around the spindles in the headboard. "No," he grinned as his head dipped to brush his lips against hers. "You smell amazing and I can promise you'll taste even better than that." When he attempted to pull his hands down, hers followed and he moved them back to the headboard. "You have to keep your hands there for the game. Do I need to tie them there or are you going to behave?"

A devious grin spread on her lips. "When do I ever behave?"

"Duly noted," he chuckled as he reached down to undo his belt. He pulled the soft leather strip free from his jeans. Sliding one end back through the metal buckle, he slid the small makeshift cuff onto one of her wrists and leaned over her to hook the strap around one of the spindles. It took all of a few seconds for him to secure the other wrist and he grinned when she gave a tug to test them out. He pushed himself up to kneel, straddling her small frame and a moan died in his throat. Seeing her there, under him and vulnerable made his arousal jump in his pants. Could he really follow through with what he had planned for her? It would be hard to resist. He knew it because already he wanted nothing more than to rip her bottoms off and sink into the bliss that was her body.

His hands dropped to the hemline of the shirt she wore, his fingers lightly dancing over her pelvis. She squirmed beneath him, her teeth capturing her full bottom lip. He loved her lips. He loved every single part of her but the things she could do with those lips. She was the only one he'd ever met that could turn him on just watching her mouth move as she talked. His fingertips found the warm, flat skin and smiled when her stomach quivered beneath his touch. The sound of her breathless giggles only spurred him on as he pushed the fabric of her shirt up to expose her ample breast, the thin lace of her bra doing little to hide the pebbling of her dusty rose nipples. She arced under his hands ghosting over her chest, her soft gasps and little mewls breaking the silence in the room. Unable to help himself, he captured the hardened peaks of her breasts between his fingers and pinched until she cried out his name.

Only when she was left panting and squirming under him did he move, sliding down to straddle her feet. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and slid them down, allowing her to pull her feet free so that he could pull them off. "You went commando today," he teased when he found no panties underneath. A light dusting of pink stained her cheeks, making him laugh. "I like it when you're naughty," Bickslow growled against the skin of a delicate ankle. Slowly he kissed and nipped his way down the inside of a leg, spreading her thighs and exposing her naked center to his viewing. Finding her smooth nether lips already glistening with her arousal, his tongue swiped mechanically over his lips. He could already taste the sweet nectar and he hadn't even touched her yet.

"H-how is this game played again?" Her voice quivered in response to his breath blowing gently across her skin.

"So eager," he grinned as he settled between her legs with his face mere inches away from touching her. He pressed his lips against the inside of one of her thighs. "I will draw the letter of the alphabet against you and you have to guess what the letter is."

"That…that's it?"

An evil chuckle rumbled from his chest as he brushed his nose against the crook of her leg. He wasn't going to tell her that he didn't plan to go in order. "Only catch is that I will repeat the letter should you miss it."

"This won't last very long," she moaned as he flicked the tip of his tongue against her slit.

Oh babe you have no clue. A wicked smirk settled on his lips. It would go longer than she realized. A lot longer. "Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

He bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing. She didn't have a clue as to what he had in store for her. Using his fingers, he spread her open and leaned in. She smelled divine and he hummed his approval at the sweet, tangy flavor that was her on the first pass of his tongue. Carefully he traced the letter A into her folds, making sure to draw the cross line directly over her hardened clit. A couple of times just for good measure. The sounds of her mewls turned to long, drawn out moans and her hips in attempts to push herself up against his mouth.

"Ah-A," She moaned with certainty.

"Good girl," he hummed before slipping his tongue inside of her as a reward. It was more of a gift to himself as her flavor washed over his taste buds and her cry of pleasure assuaged his ears. Unfortunately for her, that was the only easy one he'd give her. He withdrew his tongue and not so carefully traced the letter M against her. Her first two guesses were off as she shouted the first things that had entered her mind. By the third, her fingers were already curled and pressing into her palms and her skin had taken on a bright flush. "Pay careful attention Baby," he grinned and she rewarded him with a whimper. Slowly he traced the letter again and felt her trembling against him.

"M!" She cried out.

There were no words of encouragement as he pushed her into the next string of letters. Q, C, L, U. A few she got on the first pass but the others she struggled with. Her passionate cries of pleasure and moans grew in fervor. He pushed her until he could literally feel her teetering on the edge and he'd pull back to allow her to come down. Every time his tongue disappeared from her flesh, he was awarded with her pleas to continue. His only reply would be a chuckle of amusement and he'd force her to wait until the tremors died down and her breathing slowed. Only to begin again. D, N, T, H, G. By the tenth letter, he could tell her ability to focus was reaching its breaking point. Her arousal was practically free flowing from her opening and tears shone in her eyes.

"P-please Bixy," she whimpered. "I'm so close. J-just let me go already."

He snickered at her command and nipped at the inside flesh of her quivering thigh. "Not yet Baby. The game isn't over until all of the letters have been done."

"B-but…"

He blew against her aching core and delighted in the way her body tensed against the bed. She was so tightly wound up, he knew it would only take one flick of his skilled tongue to send her careening over the edge. But that wasn't going to happen. "No buts," He smirked. "I'll give you a reprieve and allow you to guess this one without me drawing it again."

"O…no! G!"

"Which one is it Lucy?"

"G, d-definitely G."

"Are you sure?" He grinned.

"Y-yes."

He hummed his approval and slid his tongue back inside of her once more. Her walls clenched around him and his own arousal ached to replace it. He knew how good she felt clutching his member the way she was his tongue. Too many times she'd driven him insane with that very thing. Keeping his composure with her was always a difficult task. More of her essence washed over his tongue, his chin and lips were already well coated. Her hips undulated against him, trying in vain to work his muscle inside of her. Incoherently she begged for more. Deeper. A finger. Suction. Anything but another letter and he didn't pay heed to her requests as he continued on. F, K, W, B, P.

"What was that? I didn't quite get your guess Baby."

"F-Fuck y-you."

"That's not the let-"

"Y! It's fucking Y, alright?"

"Correct. Next."

"No! Please…god please Bixy. It hurts…so bad…"

"You can take it baby, just a few more…"

It was always the same. Push her until she was practically crying, her body a mass of trembling goo against the mattress. A sheen of sweat coated her entire body. Her words were broken at best. Unintelligible mutterings of locutions that held no true meaning or purpose. By the time he reached the final and last letter of the alphabet, she had a wild look to her eye and her wrists were red from the constant exertion she put on the leather restraint. His back was sore and he was sure there were bruises where her heels dug into him every time she tried pulling him in closer. He knew exactly what she wanted and he'd brought her so close, he knew she could taste it. When he pulled back, he pushed himself up to stand at the end of the bed. This is kinda cruel Bickslow…but it must be done. He moved around the side of the bed and set her wrists free. "Ok Baby," he said tightly with the best straight face he could muster. "End of the game. I'll be back first thing in the morning to finish helping you."

"WHAT?"

He ignored the shock in her tone as he turned and started for the door. "We're done and you probably need your rest." He heard her gasp from across the room and he had to force himself to leave the room. His pants felt like they were strangling him to death and he throbbed so bad that it was almost painful to walk. He gathered his babies and grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair. "Love you!" He called out as he got to the front door of the apartment. Silence settled over the rooms and he knew her brain was still trying to process. He reached for the knob and paused when she finally managed to speak again.

"You're fucking kidding me right? Y-you can't leave!"

He waited to hear her feet hit the floor but nothing came. "Yeah, we both need rest so we can finish this tomorrow." It took everything he had not to bust out into laughter. "See ya in the morning and remember to come lock this behind me." When no reply came, he walked out the door and pulled it closed behind him. He began a silent countdown in his head, counting his steps as he descended the stairs and made it out of the front door. The streets were empty now that night had fallen and he slipped into the shadows on the opposite side of the door. The faint sound of her mumbling drifted down through her open window and he began to doubt that she would give chase. And if she didn't, he knew this was going to be an epic fail instead of the glorious triumph he sought. "Babies, head home and retire for the night."

Lucy gaped at the empty doorway, unable to comprehend. Surely he had to be joking about leaving her in the state she was in. But the sound of his boots on the stairs told her he wasn't. When she heard the door downstairs close, she cursed under her breath.

"I can't believe that asshole. Fucking edges me for god only knows how long and leaves. Without finishing!"

She huffed and looked around her room, spotting her shorts on the floor. It would be easy to put them on and chase after his ass. But something told her that's what he wanted. This was just another prank in a long line of pranks they'd pulled over the last several months they'd been together. No. She wasn't going to follow.

"Fuck him. I'll take a damn shower and handle it myself."

She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the wall in front of her. It had once been decorated with pictures and mementoes collected over the years while in Fairy Tail. They all sat in a box now, taped up and ready to be moved. Moved into the house she'd share with Bickslow.

"Son of a bitch."

She flung herself from the bed and scrambled for the door. She nearly tripped over the threshold of her bedroom door, her sock slipping on the slick wood floor. She'd only barely gotten them up by the time she'd made it to the door. Her trusty pair of flip flops sat where she'd taken them off early and she slid her feet in before pulling the door open and rushing down the stairs. He better be out there. If he wasn't, she knew there would be hell to pay and she was the devil that would be cashing in. "You better ha-" She started as she pulled the downstairs door open only to stop when she was met with the sight of the canal and the buildings across the way. He wasn't where she expected to be.

She walked out of the door and looked off in the direction of his home, a frown settling on her lips when she found no sight of him there either. He had been serious. He'd drove her to the brink of insanity and then just vanished. Anger the likes she'd never known before flared in her chest. A joke was a joke but this was just cruel. She never thought him capable of something so…so…So fucking mean! Suddenly conscious of the fact that she'd run out of the house pant-less, she pulled the hem of her shirt down to make sure it was covering her.

"Looking for someone?"

Lucy nearly jumped out of her skin, a shout of terror filling the night air as she spun to face her would be assailant. Her eyes narrowed at the Seith Mage who was grinning like a fucking idiot, leaning against the building. "I'm going to kill you."

He pushed up from the wall with a laugh and was on her before she could blink. "No you won't," He smirked as his hands dipping down to palm her ass and pull her against him.

"Oh yes the hell I am," she growled as she pushed against the wall of his chest.

His head dipped, his lips finding the spot below her ear that got her every time. "Nope. You're gonna surrender and give up this prank crap."

"Oh no Bixy!" She tried in vain not to react to his tongue and lips on her skin. She tried squirming out of his grasp but he picked her up, rendering her pretty ineffective against the prison that was his arms. "Put me down you asshole. You started this shit and thi-"

"It doesn't matter who started it," He chuckled as he cut her off and carried her back into the building. "But I'm finishing it, resistance is futile."

She closed the door behind them and figured he'd set her down once inside but he shocked her by spinning and pinning her to the wall just inside. His lovely crimson eyes were gone, replaced by the green glow she knew she could never resist. There was something feral about him when they changed and it spoke to her inner wanton. "Th-that's not fair," she stuttered as she felt his arousal press against her through his pants. His lips captured hers and she moaned at the taste of herself mixed with the spearmint flavor of him. She hated him for it because her anger flew out the window so easily.

"Now," He grinned against her mouth. "If you agree to a truce, I'll take you back upstairs and make sure you get every single orgasm I've denied you."

"Every one?" She asked skeptically, afraid to believe it just yet. Oh, she knew she'd get hers. The toy drawer was the last on the list to be packed. She could easily go back up there and scream her face off on her own. But it just wasn't the same. She needed his touch, to feel him between her legs, against her and inside of her. She needed the sound of his voice and his lips against hers.

"And then some but you have to promise this whole vendetta thing ends with this."

She moaned when he punctuated his ultimatum with a rotation of his hips. Without the benefit of shorts to shield her, the denim material of his jeans was just harsh enough against her throbbing clit. He was going to kill her if she didn't agree. She just knew he'd tease her more and then really leave. "Fine!" She finally caved. "No more pranks now take me upstairs and fuck me before I kill you."

"With pleasure, Beautiful."

Ohhhh Bixy, you sneaky lil thing you! Letting her think you were going to leave our girl hanging. Hehehe. I have to give him a huge hug for the wonderful things he's whispered while writing these

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Princess Nana