All Rights to Hiro Mashima
As promised. The smut, the whole smut and nothing but the smut. (Also some talking and such cause come on…Laxus seems like a bit of a chatty Cathy when he gets going…yah know?)
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Just a reminder, this chapter is rated M but the lemony bits will be denoted by those pesky purity marks (XXX) just like my other fics. So, read responsibly my precious cupcakes, and enjoy.
BEWARE! SEX! PROBABLY TOO MUCH TALKING AND NOT ENOUGH SEX! DID I MENTION SEX!?
~ Lightbulb ~
Chapter 6: The Spark
In which Laxus and Lucy have a quick chit-chat then get down to the good stuff.
"Holy…shit. What the fuck was that Sparky?"
Laxus grinned down at the little blonde that he held captive in his crushing embrace. "My magic Blondie." They had materialised in his front yard after leaving the guild hall in the most ostentatious way possible.
"The fizzy-tingly thing?"
"You're body disassembling into individual atoms…moving at the speed of light…"
"Fuck. That's…"
"Terrifying? Crazy? Insane?"
"Super fucking awesome. Was I inside you at one point?"
Well…that wasn't a question he had ever been asked before, but there was always a first for everything, especially where Lucy was concerned. "Probably. When we touched back down, the atoms had to rearrange themselves into our bodies and minds again, they scrambled around for a moment before settling."
"Shit. That's incredible, also weird. Thought it would be the other way around honestly…not that I didn't like the feeling of being the one inside someone else for a change."
He snorted. This woman, damn was she fucking amazing. Witty and just crazy enough to keep him on his toes and doubt all the preconceived notions about women. Lucy was anything but typical. Where most woman he had slept with concerned themselves with jewels and gems and their nails and hair, Lucy surpassed all that and added another layer. Her superficial self-was nonexistent. Her beauty shone from deep down, her heart of pure fucking gold and sunlight and her shining soul. However, at this moment…looked a little pale.
Laxus eyed the woman that was still wrapped around him like a damn spider monkey. "You alright?"
Lucy gave a nervous laugh. "Uhm. Yeah. But I can't really feel my feet."
He laughed at that, she sounded so timid, as if he would reprimand her for something that was out of her control. "That's normal for first timers. Should have seen Freed the first time I took him anywhere, he was paler than midnight with all his makeup on. You wouldn't know this…but that guy can projectile with the best of them."
"Gross." After a moment where Lucy tested her tingly limbs to see if they could hold her weight, she had glanced around and gasped. "Laxus, where the hell are we?"
"On the outskirts of the East Forest." He swept his arms out. "Welcome to my home babe."
There, between two tall pine trees and beside a quaint babbling brook, sat the strangest sight Lucy had seen that year, and that was including that one time where Erza tried chocolate cake. Laxus' house was a weird amalgamation of old and new, made completely of beautifully aged wood and gleaming metal.
"This was once my Grandfather's, but he gifted it to me when I was eighteen and he decided to move closer to the guild hall…something about keeping an eye out for stray fires…it was all wood then and had a single bedroom and one bathroom."
He clasped her tiny perfect hand in his and guided his mate towards the door. "I updated everything when I came back from my…banishment. I contract Metal Mouth to create the iron that would withstand a damn hurricane and Laki helped with the rotting wood and expansions."
He opened the door ushering her in and shucked off his heavy coat, hanging it on its designated hook. Laxus let Lucy explore the living room, watching her exclaim joyfully over his kitchen and ogle his spacious deck. His Dragon preened and rumbled happily in his mind at all her praise over his nest. He liked that she thought it was a nice place to stay, hopefully, one day he could convince her to stay here permanently. I'll need to start on more bedrooms for sure. The nursery needs to go somewhere… Those legions of lightning spirit babies would need a place to sleep. But there was time to discuss that sometime later.
"Oi. Blondie. Thirsty?"
Her eyes glimmered with something playful. "Surprise me Thunder Thighs."
He quirked his eyebrow but said nothing as he poked around his special collection, noting that some of his Bourbon looked a little low, probably Freed and his perchance for expensive booze.
Spiced wine? Not tonight…better in the winter.
Screwdriver? No orange juice. Bickslow must have been by, that interloper guzzled the shit like it was going out of style.
He smirked as he remembered that his little Blondie liked unique things. Sambuca it was then, and a honey ale for him.
She accepted her drink with a smile. "What is it?"
"Black hole."
Her eyes lit up. "Hmmm…Exotic." He watched her throat as she swallowed, the motion smooth and strangely erotic in a way he still couldn't understand. Probably something to do with the image of her sucking him dry and drinking everything he could give that sinful little mouth of hers, but he wasn't going to get into that because the room was already feeling a little warm from her just sitting so close to him.
Also, the problem in his pants hadn't gone away yet, so there was also that pesky aspect. If he delved too deep into his daydreams now, he was liable to blow his load prematurely. And that wasn't who he was. He was Laxus fucking Dreyar. Lightning Dragon Slayer, master of the penis-arts and holder of incredible stamina.
But as Lucy licked a stray drop of that dark drink off the rim of her glass, her small pink tongue peeking out…Mister I-can-go-for-days-just-watch-me knew he was in a whole heap of trouble. She was shredding his control by doing nothing at all that was even remotely sensual.
He could only think about what would happen if she actually decided to come onto him on purpose.
Laxus was fucking screwed.
"So. Laxus. Explain this all, please. I didn't read much on mates and what actually happened between them. I was really looking for strange patterns of drowsiness and stumbled upon the information by accident while trying to figure out why my best friend was curled up in a ball and sleeping for seven days straight without eating."
So he told her. How he couldn't get her out of his mind, how everything in him – after they had started to work in close quarters and had become friends – had shouted and growled at him to be by her side…always. How he wanted to rip out Drew's spine and beat him with it. How he was utterly loyal to his mate, his Queen. How it all had blindsided him completely with the lack of having a Dragon parent. Why he had gone on that quest for that key and found Aquarius accidentally.
"You were trying to find me a gift?"
"Yeah."
"Why didn't you just buy me some flowers or something like all the other guys did?"
"Cause that shit isn't personal, and I know you Blondie. You don't give two shits about flowers, not when you have a chance to create a new contract with a Spirit. You live and die for your friends and family, same as everyone else at the guild."
"How do you know that?"
"I listened to everything you ever said, remembered everything about you. That's how my mind works now…well…has worked for almost two years at least. Anything to do with you is important, and I have never seen you as happy as when you were speaking about your Spirits. I didn't notice it before, but your smiles didn't quite have the same shine as they did before Tartaros. But I'm glad that Aquarius could come back to you Lucy. I really am."
She smiled easily back at him. "Thank you Laxus. For everything. I mean it, for bringing back a piece of my family, of my soul. For being right there when I needed to vent and rage over insignificant shit. For looking at me like I was a capable mage that didn't need saving. For giving me support but not overstepping if I didn't need it. For challenging me to do more, for being that asshole that didn't pull your punches because I am a woman, for showing me that I can be more than I think."
He had never been thanked for being his usually taciturn dick-headed self before, so he rolled with it. "Tch. Whatever Blondie. I'm the Master of Fairy Tail and one of the four Gods of Ishgar, so believe me. I know what I'm talking about. You are my successor as Master. I believe that you are what's best for everyone should the unthinkable happen to me. You've never been weak Lucy, just…misguided…shadowed. But you came into your own and not an add-on to "Team Destruction." No longer the cheerleader waiting on the sidelines, but the Star Bringer."
He drained the last of his drink as Lucy sat silently across from him, eyes glued to him with an unreadable expression on her face.
"You are Lucy of fucking Fairy Tail. Light of all our lives and a damn joy to be around every single day. You're not weak, you're the strongest of us all. You're your own damn knight in shining armour babe, you save yourself now and all of us in the process, and fuck if I don't love you even more because of that."
Within the next second, he was tackled backwards on his couch – thank the Gods he had put down his glass beforehand – as Lucy launched herself at him, slamming her sweet little mouth over his in a dizzying kiss that left him extremely breathless and slightly confused.
"Did you mean all that? Everything that you just said…was it the truth?"
"Shit. Yes. I don't fucking lie Blondie…especially to you."
Her eyes glimmered with wicked promises. "Good." She proceeded to take what little breath he had away from him as her tongue dove into his mouth. His hands clamped onto her perfect hips and pushed her down onto his steadily growing arousal. He had been hard for what felt like months and he wanted her to know that it was all because of her, he was stiff and throbbing just for her. Only her. She was the only one that could get a reaction out of him anymore and damn it if that didn't make him even harder.
He was hers. Completely and totally hers.
She ripped her mouth off of his and trailed a blazing path of hot, wet kisses down to his Adam's apple, lightly sucking on it, pulling a groan from deep in his chest. "Bed…Laxus. Now."
He had never moved so fast in her entire fucking life.
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She clung to his front, lithe little fingers sifting through his spiky tousled hair while his hands supported her underneath her perfectly round ass. He had longed for months – years if he was being truly honest with himself – to grab and fondle and not give a damn about how rough he was being because she could take it. She was strong and resilient, and if her smell was anything to go by (getting darker and deeper by the second) she apparently loved it when he man-handled her.
He had never loved her tiny skirts more than in that moment, his hands meeting soft pliable flesh instantly. Laxus groaned at the contact, her mouth nipping and sucking and ohgodsyes biting along his exposed collar bone and neck and jaw.
Heat pooled at the base of his spine when she bit down on the junction of his neck and shoulder, and his Dragon went postal with the feeling of being claimed and dominated, even just that little bit. She wanted him just as much as he ached for her.
"Dammit…Lucy…Cut that shit out unless you want me to throw you on the floor and fuck you raw. I'll fucking do it. Don't test me…"
He could feel her damn cocky smirk against the skin of his chest before she placed a single light kiss – nothing more than a brush of her lips – against his earlobe and he stumbled in the slow steady pace he had been taking towards his stairs.
Cursing the fact that he had built his bedroom on the second fucking floor of his house, cause damn he didn't think he could make it up that far right now, he spun around and pinned her roughly to the wall to his right.
Her tiny, cute little gasp of surprise had him even harder – apparently, that was entirely possible even though he thought it wasn't – and he pinned her arms above her head with one of his massive hands. His hips pressed closer towards her until he could feel the heat spilling out of her core, through both his pants and boxers, directly on his length that was way too fucking hard for her.
Laxus needed something, anything to even temporarily satiate the lust and need that was rolling around his veins and making his stomach flip excitedly. So his hips rocked forward and they both groaned at the feeling of hard against soft. "Fuck. I've needed you for months Blondie. Even you're damn smell gets me going. You don't know how exhausting it is not jumping you all the time…"
"L-laxus…" She struggled against the hand that held her arms at bay – her fingers were much too devious and he just couldn't handle that shit right now – and her hips rocked against his again. Then once more, as her arousal drifted up and hit him full in the face like one of her roundhouse kicks.
He dove down to get a small taste – their hips grinding and jumping against the other the whole while – and laved his tongue up her neck to nibble at her ear, before biting down harder on her collar bone while simultaneously using his other hand to roughly palm her breast.
A breathy moan spilt out of her mouth at the feeling of painful pleasure at the bite. Lucy didn't really understand why it felt as good as it did, but she didn't question it. Laxus was a beast, after all, and she wanted this man in every way possible.
As a heady mixture of her blood and the taste of Lucy's skin burst across his taste buds, his Dragon finally succeeded in breaking out of its mental prison he had locked it up in for years.
He had finally lost his cool calculating façade, his control had slipped and all that was on his mind was Lucy.
Please Lucy, control Lucy, fuck her, take her, protect, love, doanythingfor Lucy.
Just her, only her. She was what he needed and wanted and loved, and he would be the greedy ass Dragon he knew he was and take everything that she could give him and in turn, give her everything that he was. All the parts that no one had ever seen, everything hidden away in his heart of hearts.
Laxus growled and dug his sharp teeth (when had they gotten that incredibly pointy? He couldn't remember…) deeper into her shoulder as his magic buzzed and swirled around them both. By this time, his hands had released hers and half way through ripping off all of her clothes, her own fumbling with the buttons on his shirt until she got fed up and just enjoyed the feeling of the Thunder God's lightning sparking and arcing over her over-sensitized nipples (how long had her bra been off? She couldn't remember).
Liquid heat swirled in her abdomen as he shredded her panties into strips and dragged two fingers through her soaking folds. He hitched her higher against the wall to where she could feel his straining length against her inner thigh as he still rocked and humped against her.
As she opened her mouth to question him, or moan, or make any sort of sound at all, Laxus pressed his thumb to her clit and rubbed in rough tight circles, sending his magic spiking though her bundle of nerves and she screamed as ecstasy and euphoria blind-sided her. She had never had an orgasm shatter her sight into sparks, but here she was, coming down from the ultimate high in the arms of a massive blonde who was grinning cockily at her while purring.
Laxus detached his mouth from her shoulder his chest rumbling with a weird sound he had never made before, slowly licking up the mess of blood and she moaned only half-aware of what he was doing. "Shit. Laxus…that…that was…"
While he was overjoyed that she responded easily to his magic and he had reduced her so fast into a hot blissfully satiated mess, he still needed more.
And from the dark look she was giving him, she felt the exact same way.
He was done teasing, done with the appetiser.
Now he wanted the main course of his meal and knew exactly what he needed. Lucy was his devour and he was happy to savour every.
Single.
Bite.
He brought his soaked fingers up to her bruised lips and growled a little as she turned those devious eyes on him in a silent question. "Suck baby."
She opened her mouth and let her little pink tongue swipe over the tip of his finger before pulling it between her lips and fucking moaning while she sucked her own arousal off him. Her eyes closed in bliss as his breath stuttered and broke. "Shit. Holy fuck you are so sexy."
He ripped his fingers from her as his length throbbed again – reminding him about his still aching problem downstairs – and smashed his lips over her. The taste of her was…wild. Her own arousal, the taste that was entirely her, mixed with the blood left on his own lips pushed him over another edge he didn't even know that he had.
Pulling Lucy off the wall, he half-ran half-tripped up the stairs and made it into his room, almost crazy with lust and need and shit she was still fucking grinding on his cock which made nodamnsense at this angle.
She wiggled in his arms and he let her down onto her own feet, interested in just what she was going to do with that devious little smirk and those sex-eyes of hers.
Laxus could feel her fingers tugging once more at his shirt and he pulled that off, the bottom buttons popping off and landing somewhere on the floor, entirely forgotten until he would find them weeks later. The belt flew through the loops, button and zipper of his pants manhandled, until finally (FUCKING FINALLY) his arousal was released, still needy and dripping, but no longer tightly confined. She pulled his pants off his legs slowly – the little fucking tease – and followed them down until she was kneeling in front of him appraising his cock with a wide-eyed look that made his ego grow just that tiny bit more.
"What…I don't think it will fit Laxus…ohGods...you're fucking huge…" Yeah, they were going to have to butter the doors to get his inflated head through after that comment.
He grabbed his own arousal in one hand and tangled the other in her silky blonde hair. His grin was wolfish as Laxus' sharp teeth gleamed in the low light of the single lamp. He brought himself up to her slightly parted lips and felt her warm breath puff out over his tip, a shudder running down the length of his spine. He stroked his length twice, and felt himself twitch, but stopped before going too far. He wanted her to finish him, if at all possible.
"…suck." That single word was growled so low that she might have missed it Lucy hadn't been so hyper-aware of him and everything he did.
She drew him in, taking as much as she could right away. Laxus choked on the moan that barreled out of his chest, his grip on her hair tightening reflexively. "Yes. Fuck yes Lucy, you look so fucking good sucking me off like this…"
The scent of her own arousal grew deeper, more intense and he growled in response. So his mate liked dirty talk, did she? He could get behind that, especially because there were so many things he wanted to say in the heat of the moment.
Her lips wrapped around his tip while one of her hands palmed his balls, the other sneaking up to stroke him in quick little jerks. His hips surged forward without his permission, trying to get her to swirl her devilish tongue around him more, trying to feel more of her heat, make her whimper as her own need and lust ramped up.
"You love sucking my cock don't you Princess?"
She nodded as he pushed himself a little down her throat, that tight passage squeezing him while her eyes watered in a natural response. She looked so messy, so strangely innocent like this that he couldn't help himself anymore and he surged forward once again into her mouth, he wanted to defile her in all the best ways.
Her fingers gripped him harder on his thighs and her nails bit into his skin.
As he thought she was going to pull away, he was thoroughly surprised as she surged forward inside, taking more of him than he thought possible. "Shit baby. Just like that…"
She bobbed up and down, her own spit dripping down her chin onto her bare breasts. He moaned, closing one eye in an attempt reign in his need to cum in her mouth, but it was a losing battle and he knew it was only a matter of time before he blew.
"I'm gonna come, Princess, fuck…you're pretty little mouth is too much for me. So fucking sweet…" She looked feral and so incredibly turned on it sped his release that much more.
With only a single wink up at him and not a single word, she squeezed his balls slightly – a little pain mixing with the pleasure of her mouth – and stroked him with her other hand. She pulled off of him and he almost, almost whined petulantly at the loss of her heat. Until he watched as she opened her mouth, inviting him to cum.
He groaned low, his release barreling up his spine as both of his hands tangled in her hair and he came harder than any other time in his life. Three thick ropes of his seed splashed across her face, in her mouth and down her chest. The image of her panting, flushed with her own arousal and painted with his release burned into his mind as one of the sexiest things he ever seen.
"Shit…" Laxus' breathing was heavy, as he took in her kneeling form with wide-eyed wonder. How had he ever earned her affection? How had he gotten so lucky? "holyfuckingshitLucydamn…"
She grinned deviously, her amber eyes twinkling with something that made him twitch and throb – again, even though he had just fucking cum all over her tits – and she swiped some of his release off of her chin and lapped it off her fingers.
He gawked. Her smile grew wider.
"Where the fuck have you been all my life?" His heart pounded dangerously fast. She was it for him and he was entirely enamoured, forever ensnared in her trap. He was deeply and irrevocably in love with this little blonde spitfire of a woman named Lucy.
She giggled as he swooped down and plucked her off the floor, stealing his ripped shirt and roughly wiping the rest of his spunk off of her, and threw her down on his massive bed. She bounced once before propping herself up on her elbow and crooking a single finger at him.
The universal sign for 'come-hither-and-fuck-me-till-my-legs-fall-off' wasn't needed because Laxus was already there – slightly marvelling at his refractory period because hotdamn was he already uncomfortably stiff – and crawling between her spread legs. He eyed her perfect pink cunt for a moment before dipping down to swipe his tongue up her slit, grinning when a moan barreled out of her.
She tasted just as good as she smelled, but he would devour that part of her at a later time. Right now he wanted to be inside her as soon as fucking possible. Every instinct and part of him screamed out for him to take her as rough and as fast as he needed.
But he wrapped up the stupid bastard Dragon in his mind with iron bars and adamantine chains for as long as possible, just until he got her full consent. This was something he couldn't ever take back, she was stuck with him until their dying day and she needed to know just what that meant.
"Lucy…babe. Look at me."
She did with confusion in her eyes melting her lust until it only simmered in the back of her mind. Her breath hitched as she saw that he was entirely serious. "Laxus?"
He reached forward and smoothed her brow that was drawn taught in apprehension. His voice was low and firm, not letting anything but sincerity and love leak out. "If I do this…if we have sex now…this is it Lucy. I won't ever have anyone else, not that I want anyone else. But…our lives will be linked completely until the end. Is this truly something that you want? Are you sure you really want me more than just tonight?"
He wasn't even embarrassed to admit that his voice quivered and broke like a pubescent teenager. He knew that if she stopped him now, he would let her go, but it would break him until he was a shell of his former self. She held his heart, something that he hadn't even realised he possessed, but it was up to her what happened next. He would never, ever force her, or anyone for that matter, but never her.
Relief stole over her face and she laughed breathlessly. "I know the implications Laxus. And I want you. It's a two-way street for mates you know…just as you need me, I am drawn to you as well." She pressed herself to him, her soft skin sliding against his hard muscles scrambling his brain for a moment before she placed a single lingering kiss against his parted lips.
"You're mine Thunder Thighs. You're the one I love, no one has ever come close to you in my eyes and that's the way it'll always be." She wrapped her mile-long legs around his waist, bringing his length down to brush against the apex of her sinfully delicious thighs. "So…take me."
All thoughts in his mind fizzled out as she confirmed for him the one thing he had been desperate to hear. Lucy loved him. She loved the stupid, pig-headed bastard of a man with a Dragon living inside him and who had once tried to kill her while she was a statue.
The Dragon surged forward and shattered his restraints, his mind turning absolutely feral. His eyes sharpened to slits, canines elongating, and muscles bulking up. His magic was pushing him into Dragon Force and he didn't have the will to stop it. Sparks and arcs of lightning ran over his body and flickered out into the room, shorting out all his electronics and causing the light bulbs to explode.
There was only a single word that rattled around his mostly empty brain.
Claim.
And so he did.
He sheathed himself inside her tight wet heat in a single thrust and roared with the pleasure that kicked the shit out of all of his senses.
Lucy was damn perfect for him, everything about her was damn amazing.
"Fuck! Sparky…move! Please…"
Her plea brought him back to the present and he pulled out until only his tip inside her then rocked forward using gravity to give him that little bit of extra force, ripping a scream out of Lucy's throat. He could feel her tighten and grip around his length and he grinned. Laxus slammed himself over and over into her, his mind filled with thoughts of pleasing her and giving her everything she ever wanted.
"Faster Laxus…ohfuck! Yeeeessssss…just like that."
Her fingernails raked down his back and he clamped his teeth around her right nipple in retaliation. She threw her head back and moaned and panted and screamed for more.
Laxus was gone and in his place was the beast he truly was. The animal in him wanted to see her dominated, and he sneered down at her and flipped her over, pushing her head into the pillows. He spread her quivering cheeks wide, ducking down once again to drag his tongue over her slit and dove into her heat, letting her taste explode in his mouth. He just couldn't resist her.
Pulling his mouth off of her – which he was loathed to do in this position because she was just so pretty all bent over like this – Laxus speared into her without warning and her second orgasm shot through her, tightening her pussy around his length until he was being all but strangled.
He moaned and dropped over her, his chest covering her. He placed kisses and bites down her back until her smooth skin was mottled with small bruises and red patches, becoming the most perfect piece of art he had ever seen.
Lucy rocked into him slowly and he picked up a punishing pace and he knew this was the last time for him. Whenever her next inevitable orgasm would come, he would go with her.
His fingers were on her hips before she knew what was happening. Laxus was everywhere, inside her, around her, his scent and feel of his muscles and his damn arousing continuous growls. She was a melting, hot, panting, mess but she wanted more. She would always want more of this man…this Dragon that was her mate.
He pulled her up until her back was flush with his front, his thrusts growing even more insistent as the angle changed and he hit that special little spot that had her swearing and cursing and praising his goddamn name.
One of his arms banded around her torso right under her bouncing breasts and the other slid down to her way-to-sensitive bundle of nerves to shoot his magic through it again. Her legs trembled as the string inside her that connected all her extremities tightened and curled.
"Come on baby. Give me one more…please Princess, just one more."
She was panting and almost delirious from pleasure and his new pet name for her made her want to please this man behind her. But she was so sensitive that it almost hurt.
"…I can't…too much…" She was writhing against him, her hips shifting to take more of him even though it was too much and not enough at the same time.
"Yes you can…I'm a greedy bastard babe…" His hips were stuttering and his rhythm was off as she tightened around him, but damn it he wanted her to come just one more time if it was the last thing he did. "…one more. You're such a good girl. Gods I love you."
It wasn't the dirty talk, or the feeling of his arousal sliding against her walls, or even his lightning teasing her nipples, but that admission that he did love her that set Lucy off on her attempt to reach the stars. Her release slammed into her and she clamped down on Laxus and sucking him into her one last time before he roared and bit her shoulder, breaking the skin and letting her blood flow down her bare skin. His own orgasm was secondary in his mind, while the need to mix his magic with hers took the foreground.
Instinctively he pushed a little of his lightning into the wound which cauterised the bite mark instantly. Complete and total rapture stole over his entire being and another, much smaller orgasm ripped through Lucy's body making her shake and her vision flash white. She moaned and slumped forward, letting the blackness envelope her until she was floating on a sea of bliss.
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They were linked, irrevocably chained together for the rest of their lives and both Laxus and Lucy wouldn't have it any other way.
When Lucy came back to her senses completely, she was lying on a hard muscled chest with a face breathing in her scent against the crook of her neck while one large hand sifted through the tangles of her hair.
She was sticky and sore all over, sweaty and dirty but so entirely sated that she didn't even give a damn about anything else.
"Back with us Blondie?"
"Shut it Sparky. How long was I out?"
Laxus chuckled brushing his nose over the deep purple bruise that sat on her shoulder having already cleaned the blood off of her back and chest. "Only an hour."
Lucy flailed and squawked in his arms. "Only an hour? Why didn't you wake me up?"
He shrugged. "You needed the rest babe. And I didn't mind just holding you like this. It's nice…soothing."
That comment kept Lucy still for another full minute happy she could give Laxus a modicum of peace even if she was passed out. She groaned and stretched. "I need a bath. Or a shower. Or something."
Laxus winced as she tried to peel her breasts off his chest where they were mashed up against him, her skin sticking to his. "No shit Blondie."
She smacked his chest half-heartedly and giggled, slumping down tiredly against him again. "Not my fault. You're the one who came all over my chest."
He heaved himself off the bed, keeping his little Queen in his arms. She was half boneless anyways and he was way proud that he had fucked her so well that her legs didn't seem to be working correctly. "I have absolutely no regrets about that babe. Not when it was the hottest thing that I've even seen."
Lucy leaned up against his chest and he purred at the way she trusted him not to drop her. The yawn that pulled at her lips made him smile softly in a way that he didn't know he could smile. "Love you Laxus. Even if you are a stupid lizard."
He laughed genuinely at her pout. "Love you too Lucy." He kicked the bathroom door closed behind him, entirely ready to soak in his oversized tub with the jets on high for at least a full hour with his mate in his lap. And if they got to round two when her muscles had loosened up a bit, who was he to deny it?
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The guild Fairy Tail was bustling that morning, just like it did every other day. Only this was slightly subdued as a kind of tension crackled through the members who stole looks at the large front doors as if something interesting could walk through them at any moment.
The blonde pair that had left the beer hall in a flash of lightning and boom of thunder hadn't been seen for nearly seventy-two hours. Three full days of waiting for news, any news was excruciating. Cana was on pins and needles about just who had won the bets they had been placing after Lucy and Laxus had left. Mira wanted to know just how the hell she had overlooked that pairing, while Erza and Gray were fuming in a corner miffed at the fact that they didn't actually know where Laxus had taken their innocent little Celestial Mage. Lucy was their baby sister and when they had set out to find her and drag Laxus away from her by his testicles if need be, they had been stopped by Natsu of all people.
That particular Slayer had both refused to help them in their search and told them that Lucy was in the safest place possible at the moment, but she would be back to the guild around three days from then.
Right as Erza decided that she was done waiting around for Lucy to show up, the doors slammed open to show the pair in question.
While Laxus looked bored and resigned as if the upcoming confrontation was making him incredibly tired already, Lucy had the most deviously smug smirk plastered across her lips.
Cana took one look at the pair – taking in the massive hickey on Lucy's neck and the way the two stood so close together – and lifted her beer stein up in a salute to the new couple. "WOOHOOOOO! Go Lucy! Get some girl!"
To her credit, Lucy didn't blush as everyone's attention flitted between her neck – where her mating mark sat like a proud badge of honour – and the massive arm that possessively wrapped around her trim waist. Instead, she smiled and winked at the guild's resident drunk.
Everyone roared their approval as Lucy tangled her fingers with Laxus' while some gawked at the smile that the hulking blonde shot her.
Lucy clambered up on top of one of the benches and clapped her hands together to get everyone's attention. "Alright, listen up! Laxus is mine and yes we are together and will be for the foreseeable future…that is all." She stepped down and wrapped her arms around the Lightning Dragon Slayer happy that she finally had someone who she could trust with her whole heart.
Laxus smirked at her public claim of him and placed a single kiss on her blonde head while she hummed in pleasure. "I'm gunna go see my team. See you later Blondie. Oh…and don't die."
She looked at him quizzically until she noticed the mass of girls that waited for her to untangle herself from her mate. "Don't leave me. They'll eat me alive."
He chuckled and whispered in her ear. "Be good Blondie and I might eat you later. I know how much you like that."
She flushed with arousal and blinked languidly. Laxus stepped away from her, but not before he heard her mutter "traitor" as she was dragged away by an irate Mira.
He watched her procession as it was halted by her best friend who congratulated her on her new mate by slapping her on the back. She retaliated by shooting the pink-haired Slayer up with enough volts of his lightning for his hair to stand completely on end. The first time she had shown him the fact that she could control his magic was two days earlier and it had shocked him (pun not intended) to no end.
Now…it just made him chuckle, more than glad that she had a few more tricks up her sleeve if she ever needed it.
He slumped heavily on the bench beside a smugly smiling Freed who was gesturing to Ever and Bix in the universal "pay-up" way. He wondered what the bet was for a moment, before he realised he didn't really want to ask about that shit.
He motioned for Kinana to bring him a pint while he rolled his eyes at his team who had already started to bicker and whine. Nothing would ever change it seemed.
After a while it was quiet as they all sat in comfortable silence just enjoying the hum of the chatty guild around them. He could hear his little mate's voice above all the rest when she started to talk about something that had to do with his "magic fingers."
"So…what's it like Laxus? Being mates with someone."
He thought about the question that came from an uncharacteristically somber Bickslow, so he tried to answer as truthfully as possible. "…I don't know really. It just feels right. I love her and she loves me. There isn't anything else that I really need. That's it, just her."
Bickslow's eyes drifted towards the bar counter where a certain brunette was guzzling her customary pre-lunch barrel. "Sounds…nice."
Laxus glanced down at Bickslow and then back towards Cana and resigned himself to ask about that shit sometime in the future and he grunted his affirmative.
He chatted with his team – who he was entirely thankful for as they didn't ask him about the experience with Lucy and respected his decision not to divulge those secrets – until he heard Lucy's voice squeal at an octave much higher than usual.
He was out of his seat and half way towards her ready to absolutely murder anyone who had scared her so much she made that strange uncharacteristic sound, before he realised she was clasping hands and jumping up and down with Gajeel's shorty. She was excited and not under attack.
Lucy pushed Levy's sweater to the side to see a matching mark on her friend's neck. "When did you mate with him?"
Levy smiled wide and glanced at her Dragon who was sitting smug as can be in the darkest corner of the guild. "Two weeks ago. I wanted to thank Laxus though. He gave the big lug the push he needed to tell me. I kinda already knew, but…it was still nice for it to be confirmed."
"What do you mean Laxus helped?"
The man in question could feel something like apprehension creep up his neck. Something in the back of his mind tingled and he knew it was going to be bad.
"Oh, he and Gaj made a bet. They had to tell their mates within two months and the one who did it last would have to pose nude for Sorcerer Weekly and do an interview with Jason."
"Did he now?" Lucy's piercing gaze caught his and he stood in the middle of the silent guild hall wide-eyed like an Exceed caught in the headlights of a magic mobile.
"Shit." He was fucked.
Gajeel's signature laugh filtered up through the oppressive quiet. "Too late Spark Plug."
Lucy sauntered over to her mate, her hips moving in that way that she knew got him all hot and bothered. She was a stupid fucking tease and he loved it to no end.
Erza and Gray were still stunned in the corner from Lucy's earlier display. Where had happened to their baby sister? She was so…sexy now. Mated to a Slayer and one of the strongest of the guild, when had they stopped watching over her like over-protective parents? What happened to the good old days where they knew that Lucy was so innocent and cute and just kicked the shit out of every guy that eyed her up like a meal the way Laxus was doing right now. Gray wanted brain bleach to get that image out of his mind while Erza was determined to catch up with her favourite blonde sometime in the future. Obviously they had things to chat about.
"Laxus…what's this I hear about a nude spread in a magazine?" Her tone was calm but her eyes were blazing, just daring him to lie or try to squirm away from the question.
He growled and huffed petulantly. "Just a little bet I made with the Lightning Rod. I didn't think he'd win cause I know he's a giant pussy. But I gotta do it babe, I'm no coward and I don't back down from a bet."
She hummed as she wrapped her arms around his middle, prompting him to drop a kiss onto those lips that he loved so much. "I understand…but if you're gunna be all naked and sexy for all the ladies to see, I have one condition."
"Anything for you. You know that."
Her grin turned devious, in a way he knew would bring him immeasurable pain or pleasure. Sometimes both. Oh yes, he was absolutely fucked, but he didn't care. He loved it, loved her and he was hers through and through.
-ooo-
Two weeks later, the exclusive edition of Sorcerers Weekly came out that centered on a massive spread debuting Laxus Dreyer, Master of Fairy Tail, and one of the Four Gods of Ishgar. There were twenty four pictures of him, all in colour and he was completely nude in all of them. While not completely giving away the goods, the peeks of him were more than enough to send the magic world into complete chaos and melted women everywhere into massive piles of mush.
There were two things that kept the hordes of ravenous woman off his door step. One, was where he said in his exclusive interview that he was mated – essentially something that was much deeper and longer lasting than marriage – to one Lucy of Fairy Tail.
The second, for those who didn't already know who Lucy was, was the picture on the cover of the magazine that was voted one of the best that Jason had ever taken in his career. His massive back covered in his rippling muscles, head turned to the side so that his scar was seen, and magic sparking around and making him look like a complete badass covered the entire page.
What cinched it for most people was the curling script that flowed over one of his shoulder blades.
It read, "Property of the Star Bringer." When asked about it in the interview, Laxus was said to have smirked and replied that he was hers, forever.
And six months later, in a follow up with everyone's favourite guild, Lucy was asked about the tattoo that she had insisted upon. She smiled sweetly and turned around showing off her own ink in the same place that read "Property of the Thunder God."
That's it! This fic is officially done which I am over the moon about because I think that ending stories is much harder than starting them and I'm super fucking proud (AND MODEST OH YES). But…if you ask super nicely I might throw in a bonus chapter for a look in the future at our crazy blonde couple. :3
IF ANYONE GIVES TWO CRAPS: I WILL BE CONTRIBUTING TO COLU WEEK IN AUGUST (hosted by Dragonshost) AND I AM SUPER EXCITED. So stay tuned for that.
I can't believe there are so many lovers of Lalu out there that are dying for some good ole fashioned LucyXLaxus, that shit floored me with all the follows and favourites in the first 24 hours. You guys make me so happy. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE!
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~LoadedEel