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Chapter 3

"Rogue, I can't believe you actually wanted to take a job in Magnolia. Are you that interested in her, as you say?" Sting bent over with a pool stick in his hands, setting it up to hit the white ball. They were playing pool at a local pub and Sting, after having a drink, decided to interrogate his friend.

Rogue took a shot at the ball, successfully getting one of the striped balls in. "Looks like I'm stripes," Rogue mused as he took his second shot, unable to get another ball in.

When Sting was taking his turn Rogue said, "I simply wanted to get to know her. Sure, I may be interested in her face and body, but I also want to get to know her."

"Damn it!" Sting groaned in frustration due to the fact that he was unable to get a ball in.

"But what I don't appreciate," Rogue said as he aligned his stick with the ball, noticing how dangerously close it was to the hole, "is the fact that you did not allow me to follow my nose to find her."

Rogue successfully hit the green, stripped ball in, putting him at a 2-0 lead.

"That's fucking stalkerish. You could get charged for that! Not to mention, you might creep her out," Sting warned the shadow dragon slayer as Rogue decided to break the bunched up balls in the middle of the table.

"Allow me to guide you my friend. If you follow the great Euciffe's advice you'll get her easily," Sting smirked as he noticed a perfect angle to position his stick and get a point.

"Yes because I want to learn how to attract all the sluts of Fiore," Rogue replied nonchalantly.

Sting gave his partner a rough look before defending the blond. "Lucy is hardly a slut. She's a respectable young lady, dick weed!"

"And what made you think I was talking about her?" Rogue raised an eyebrow the moment Sting's shot, instead of getting a solid ball in, scored a striped ball in.

"N-nothing," Sting stammered, embarrassed by the fact that, not only did he give Rogue an extra point, but that his mind began drifting away to Lucy.

"You can't get a ball into a hole, yet you're trying to teach me how to score into a female's hole?" Rogue's voice remained monotone, his facial expression remaining still.

Sting let out a groan of disgust as he glared at Rogue. The fact that the shadow dragon slayer was linking his ability to hit it with a simple game of pool was beyond insulting. What was worse was that he was actually losing. The great Sting Eucliffe was definitely not used to losing.

Yet, Rogue had managed to score two other striped balls in, giving him a 5-1 lead. Sting definitely had to get himself into gear if he was going to beat his friend.

"I always score," Sting bragged, the moment he landed two other balls in.

"And just trust me Rogue, we will see the ladies tonight. I have a good feeling," Sting added as he watched Rogue miss his shot.

"You better be right. Taking many jobs in Magnolia would make The Lady become suspicious," Rogue warned. The last thing they wanted to do was anger Minerva.

"Oh don't even talk about that man-lady-thing. He…she…ok it is such a fucking disgrace to the human race," Sting laughed, fully aware there was no way he would ever speak like that in her presence.

"Well The Lady would murder you if she ever heard you speak about her in such a disrespectful manner," Rogue warned his partner as he raised an eyebrow.

"It won't know. Besides, it knows that it's a bitch and the most hated thing on the planet," Sting smirked. He knew for a fact that the opportunity to insult Minerva was rare.

Rogue sat down silently, waiting for Sting to take his turn, but for whatever reason, Sting stopped. He took a sniff of the air and his eyes widened. He then took a listen and he was next to certain he could hear them. The reason they even came to Magnolia.

"Lisanna, we're not going clubbing! I want to go bar hopping and play some pool or something!" Sting swore he heard the blond say.

"Oh come on Lucy!" Lisanna's voice could be heard between the clicking of heels.

Then, the sound of a zipper opening, followed by the cap of a lipstick being flicked off. A short pause then, "Oh trust me! Some sexies gather at bars."

Heels stopped clicking as the other said, "Right, the sexies who want to drink away their worries because of wifey problems."

"Really. Did you just say wifey?"

Sting looked to Rogue saying, "I bet she rolled her eyes while saying that."

Rogue nodded his head to reply as they continued to listen in on the conversation. Their steps neared the bar and the Twin Dragons knew, they just knew, that the girls would be coming inside the bar."

"Lisanna. Trust me. I have a good feeling about this place," Lucy informed as the boys heard the door open.

Instantly, they returned to playing their game, trying to mask the fact that they had been eavesdropping on the Fairy Tail mages' conversation. Sting somehow managed to score a solid ball upon his haste. What luck too, because Lucy noticed it.

And despite the fact that she was fully aware of the fact that Sting was playing, Lucy decided it would be best to play hard to get. Her resolve had produced the thought, she'd simply walk past him, accidentally bump into him, and then continue to walk up to the bar. Of course, her plan would be successful when Sting stopped her and said hello.

It was perfect. A fool proof plan that would get Sting thinking, 'Hey, maybe Lucy wasn't waiting for me over these past 24 hours.'

And Lucy hated to admit it but she had indeed been waiting for Sting over the past 24 hours. Aside from his to-die-for face and his oh-so-sexy attitude and his OMG Fuck-me-abs (both she and Lisanna decided that Sting's code name would be FMA as a result), he actually gave her the attention she craved. The same attention that Natsu would never, in a million years give her because, the fact remained. Natsu had no idea what sexual intercourse was.

Lucy doubted Natsu ever having a boner in his life.

Off track Lucy! Stop thinking about Natsu, she reminded herself as she looked down at the skin tight, sexy black dress she wore. The faux leather look gave her a certain edge most of her outfits didn't. It stopped mid-thigh and had a v that dipped down her cleavage.

Sexy was an understatement.

And both she and Lisanna agreed that they would wear the exact same outfits. Something they decided to call their Torpedo dresses.

Why Torpedo? Because they would attack any sexy man and make him sink down to his knees, giving them whatever they wanted.

So Lucy began to walk into the bar, never once looking at Sting. No. She proceeded forward and with every click her black pumps made onto the hardwood floor of the bar, she neared Sting.

Her plan was going perfectly. She would successfully pull off that playing hard to get girl that wasn't hopelessly waiting for FMA to get his ass in Magnolia. It was going perfectly until…

"Oh Rogue! What are you doing in Magnolia?" Lucy heard Lisanna squeal out in an overexcited manner.

Really?

Really?

So much for that plan.

And as if things couldn't get any worse, Sting grabbed her right wrist and pulled her into him.

"Sting and I came here to do a job," Lucy could barely hear Rogue say because, she was dangerously close to Sting territory.

She couldn't help but stare deeply into the perfection that were called his eyes. She couldn't control her hands from trailing down his biceps. And she definitely couldn't stop herself from giving herself into the embrace, letting him hold her tighter. She had no resistance to Sting's hands running down her back to rest themselves onto her ass.

Captivated. That's what she was.

"And what are you doing here, dressed like that?" Sting growled into her ear.

That growl. It made her heart race and she was next to certain her face was bright red. So bright, in fact that Erza's hair would be envious.

"I-I-I…" But she couldn't speak. No. She was losing the battle. Torpedo Lucy wasn't attacking. She was being attacked.

And before she knew it, the positions changed and her back was facing the pool table. Sting had full control now. He would be able to do literally whatever he wanted with her.

Humiliated. That's how she felt.

Especially after she heard him say, "Do I have you charmed?" and without a doubt, a playfully hot smirk was evident on his lips.

ABORT MISSION! Lucy's mind was screaming.

GET OUT!

RUN AWAY!

SAVE YOURSELF!

But Lucy had to think of a new plan. She had to think of a way to get Sting back for successfully making her flustered. She would not lose the upper hand.

Biting her bottom lip seductively, Lucy purred, "So what if you do?"

Her hands went down his exposed chest. Since he unbuttoned his shirt, she had perfect access. But Lucy wasn't going to tease just his chest.

No way.

She was going to run her hands down lower. Her feather like touch brushed against his pride for a split second. Only a split second because she then brought her hands back to her sides as her head reached up to his ear.

"If you're going to play games, you play by my rules."

This time, it was Sting's turn to feel a heat rush up to his face as he made an audible gulp. This girl sent his hormones ablaze and he wanted, nothing more than to dominate her. Take control. Own her. Fuck her brains out.

There was one way to seal her victory of this round. Whoever could pull the other off first would claim victory. The one who could stop their heart from pounding out of their chest would be deemed the winner. The mage that was able to get their hands off the other would be proven victorious.

The only question was, who would win. And how would they?

Could Lucy stop her hands from gracing his muscles with their presence? Would she be able to control her mind from thinking up all the dirty little situations that she would get them into?

And could Sting move away from her, push those huge tits aside, the ones that pressed tightly onto his chest?Would he be able to stop his hard on from poking at her leg and showing her just how excited he was seeing her?

Who would come out victorious?

Torpedo or Dragon.

Ok so because the themes of this story are quite inappropriate I am changing it to an M rated. Chances of lemons here are slim but if it's demanded, then I'll see what I can do. It's just because sexual content will be heavily implied, as seen in this chapter.

So, how'd you like the new chapter? And the flirty ways. And the nicknames and code names. Torpedo and FMA (Not Full Metal Alchemist but fuck me abs).

Now here's my quick question: Who do you want to win the battle of self control? ;)