**Warning: Swears, sexual content, violence and some OOCness (situation specific).
Disclaimer: I don't own this.
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Chapter 4Fight
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…Eh?
He owns me? 'Cus I looked after his Exceed? Or does he mean to kill me? Wha-?! Lucy was more baffled than terrified at the moment. The shadow mage shrugged off his long jacket and wrapped it gently around the celestial spirit mage, further confusing the blonde. He was suddenly handling her like glass whereas a minute ago, he was ready to break her. Lucy decided against calling her spirits. It wasn't necessarily a dire situation, just a perplexing one…
"How'd you come to that conclusion? I think you're mistaken." The nineteen year old stated confidently, awkwardly accepting the proffered jacket. She didn't receive an immediate answer and was unceremoniously tossed over his broad shoulder before their abrupt and alarming flight into the air. "Well aren't you just prince FUCKING charming!" She yelled into his back, tired of playing Ms. Prim & Proper in this confusing situation. The unfairness of it all was staggering. "PUT ME DOWN YOU PSYCHO! WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!" Her screams prompted an amused laugh seasoned with derision from devil beneath her. Oooooh now she was pissed. She shoved at his hard back the second he had landed on an open balcony, hoping to pull herself out of his grasp.
"LET ME DOWN!" She continued shouting bloody murder, angry to be met with indifference and left without choice. He strolled through the archway of the grand hall with the banshee, the occupants openly staring. Well, angry glares from the Fairies but who's counting? Oh thank God my guild's here. They will help me for sure. The spirit mage ceased her struggles of protest to spot any guildmate she could in the crowd.
He finally let the blonde down on her shaking legs, though not releasing the possessive hold around her midriff and arms. She burned bright red from both anger and embarrassment, mentally berating herself for being beat again by the Sabertooth...And for sorta finding this mess exhilarating. She'd never been held like this before. It was possessive. She felt- oh Kami she'd never been so dominated before in her life. His god like stature was not helping her wade through the grey area she found herself in. Is this what Juvia feels like all the time? It also didn't help that they looked to be up to something naughty; his coat did little to disguise her nearly naked body beneath it. He jerked down the collar to expose her laced up chest to the crowd of cat-calling drunkards. Her indignant yelp caught Sting's attention across the room, Rogue's apparent intention for this whole debacle.
"She's mine." He declared with finality at the tensing white dragon mage. Sting had never before seen his best friend display this sort of... aggression. Or perhaps it was lust? It was the mating season after all, but still. This was Rogue, the hardened man who only knew of loyalty, power and occasionally a particle of dry humor. The white dragon mage should have paid more attention to the signs; there were always tells when a dragon couldn't stay in control during the season. Sting was now losing out on the girl for his carelessness. His jaw clenched.
That small thrill Lucy had in the pit of her stomach vanished when she felt her captor's hand tug away the dripping hair covering her chest and neck. She was out of the grey area and well into the black now. His hold tightened around her stomach and her keys, provoking a new wave of protesting struggles from the blonde Fairy. Searing hot breaths burned their way up her shoulder to her neck where she felt the smirk of his lips. Lucy was terrified that he might kill her and mortified that she let him get this far. Her guildmates seemed to think the same thing and raced towards the dangerous Sabertooth to intervene. The room was swallowed up in shadow and a piercing scream filled the air when sharp canines sunk into the celestial maiden's sensitive skin.
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The darkened room slowly filled back up with light, the deranged dragon slayer and Lucy gone. Mira couldn't believe she let this happen to her surrogate sister. They were watching out for the wrong dragon slayer the entire time and now they couldn't undo the poor girl's fate. It killed her to remember what Gajeel had told them about dragons and bite marks. Lucy was never going to be the same again. The Fairy Tail members collected from all corners of the room, huddling in a tight knot around their master.
"Fairy Tail," the old man, saddened, was speechless for a few moments. "Do not kill the shadow dragon slayer or Lucy will also die. Their souls share the shame fate." The guild was somber, dotted with looks of horror. They all remembered Gajeel's speech on the bite. There wasn't much left to do or say about the matter. "We must now protect that man to protect Lucy." The only neutral face of the group was a certain fire dragon, currently sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"Master," he began, "don't feel sad for Lucy." The guild swivelled their heads towards their naïve flame-brain. It was unusual that he was ever this serious. "It was meant to happen. Dragons only have one true mate and it takes forever to find them. Lucy will be happy with him." He reassured, not meeting a single eye. Natsu knew better than anyone the strong pull of the dragon mating season. If he was honest with himself, he'd have admitted he found his own mate. But Natsu Dragneel knew he wasn't strong enough to not bite her if he acted on his instincts. It was considered a curse by many to be bitten and he couldn't do that to her. He felt uneasy about his true nature for once; he couldn't fully be with the one he needed without her hating him. She'd hate him eventually anyway what with him playing the fool, but at least she'd be free this way.
"Natsu, come with me." Lisanna demanded, startling him out of him glum reverie. Of all people, it had to be her. He curbed his craving as best he could and steeled his nerves. The two left the room with many sets of eyes following them. Mira was unsure what her younger sister had planned but hoped she went easy on their fire dragon. Goodness knows those two were the most impulsive people she knew. The meeting continued about how to spread this information to the guild members not present. Guildarts, Levy, Gajeel and Juvia were nowhere to be seen. Droy seemed to be too drunk to move let alone make a psychic link, a minor setback to their plan…
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Gray grumbled thinking of how he was ordered by Erza to find Juvia and tell her the news. He searched around the grand hall for the water mage but did not catch a glimpse of her tell-tale blue hair. He exited quickly before being caught again by his fanclub and continued his search of all the watering holes he could think of on the mountain. It didn't take him long to identify his blue haired mage by a fountain outside. He stiffened as if struck across the face by the scene before him. Lyon was kissing Juvia. His Juvia. Hurdling into the courtyard, he approached the two in a storm of turbulent anger; the information about poor Lucy was lost in the tidal wave of hurt and betrayal.
Juvia was yanked back with a yelp and looked up at the assailant. Wha-GRAY? She felt shame burn through her, not quite knowing why.
Had he frightened her? Hurt her? Good, he thought. "You two-faced bi-"
"Shut up Gray." Lyon cut in, pulling Juvia out of Gray's hold. "She doesn't belong to you. You have no reason to be angry." The anxious water mage was hidden from Gray's view. Juvia felt horrible for putting both men in this awful situation. Wasn't this all her fault? It had to be. Part of her cried out to comfort the fuming ice mage but another, newer voice whispered to let him go. Lyon had a feeling that Juvia was berating herself for her actions. He was determined to stop her self-destructive thoughts. "How stupid do you think she is? You treat her like shit. She's done with you." Lyon knew she wasn't ready yet to stand up to Gray let alone say those words but he'd have to be patient. That would come with time, he supposed.
Gray couldn't fault him on that. Most of it was true and he wasn't proud of it. This revelation cooled his temper a few degrees but there was no way Juvia could be done with him. He wouldn't believe it. He certainly wasn't done with her. He was the king of his own little castle and Juvia washis servant, woman, toy, plaything… She was whatever the hell he wanted her to be. It'd been like that since he met her and she never complained about their odd relationship. She worshipped his feet for Kami's sake. "Why don't I hear that from Juvia? She's clearly not done with me." He snarled. "Move away from her Lyon," the dark haired mage warned.
The water mage peaked from behind Lyon's shoulder. An odd soberness settled over her. The newer voice in her head was more appealing by the second. "Juvia no longer loves Gray-samma." She blurted, stunned at her own statement. It felt surprisingly good. Lyon felt even better.
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Erza stared at her pillow, wondering whether or not she liked the changes happening in her guild. Everyone was tripping over themselves to fall in love or find a partner. Lucy had already been claimed in the worst way possible -not that it was her fault or choice, Mira already had nine marriage proposals, Levy and Gajeel haven't surfaced from their room -Erza made a face at that thought. She sighed heavily and flopped down in her bed, emotionally exhausted from all the stress of the day. She suddenly missed the good old days where everyone was carefree and had stupid little crushes. There was no turning back now. She flipped back her duvet and was ready to shut down for the night when she heard shouts growing in volume beyond her door. The red-haired mage curiously listened, picking up the voices of Lisanna and Natsu. Odd she thought, furrowing her eyebrows and scurrying towards the door. They never fight like this.
"I said NO Anna. I can't do that! You could die if something bad happened to me. And, EVERYTHING bad happens to me"
"You just confessed to me Natsu! I said I wanted the bond! Why won't you listen?!"
"You'll hate me. Trust me, Igneel wouldn't lie." His voice was tender but firm, Erza realized. And here she thought Natsu was emotionally stunted.
"Don't do this to me. Please. Don't push me away." A soft sniffle was heard. "It'd be better if I died with you anyway. I don't want to live without you." Lisanna's voice was sad and pleading. Erza felt a tad embarrassed that she was listening so intently to such a private conversation. Then again, they were having this exchange in a public hallway...
"I won't do it. It's for your own good. It's hard enough to control myself around you, so drop it. Stop Anna NO DON'T-"Erza heard a thump across the hall and then a brief silence. She blushed, imagining they might be embracing in some way. Knowing Lisanna, it wouldn't be a surprise if she'd snapped and acted on impulse. Her and Natsu had similar qualities that way. It was about time Natsu noticed the take-over mage's affection.
"I love you Natsu." Another brief pause. An audible smooch was heard this time. "I love your cheesy smiles, your spirit and even your arsonist habits..." A chuckle was heard. "I love all of it. When I say I want it, I mean it. I want to share my life with you… in EVERY way."
Erza couldn't hear any more of their conversation. It seems Natsu was defeated and dragged off somewhere by the take-over mage. Those two had always been close as kids. Their situation sorely reminded Erza of Jellal. Her heart clenched at the memory of their last private moment together. She knew all too well the anxiety Lisanna felt a few moments ago. Erza made a solemn vow that she wouldn't let herself become love's prey so easily again. Men would have to FIGHT her tooth and nail for it. As if a light bulb went off, the redhead began to formulate her plans for a fighting ring. If that didn't spit out a man worthy enough, she'd at least be entertained for the next two weeks.
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The biting pain was gone as soon as it came. Lucy hadn't realized she'd passed out until she was staring up at a foreign, dark ceiling. Or maybe I'm dead? Her trembling hands moved to the dip of her neck, feeling puncture marks. She briefly wondered if physical scars travelled with a person through death. On cue, a blistering headache raced through her frontal lobe; her throat burned from dryness. Yup. Lucy was definitely alive, which meant there should be a psycho Sabertooth nearby. Sure enough, she felt her hair being combed through by gentle fingers. God is punishing me for something she thought dryly.
"I shouldn't have bit you so hard. I apologize." The velvety voice spoke behind her. His hardened abs shifted beneath her head, propping her into a sitting position. She remained submissive to his movements, not wanting to set him off on more of his chaotic tendencies while she was incapacitated. Leaning on his bare chest, Lucy attempted to get her bearings and wet her dry mouth. As if her mind was read, a cool glass of sweet liquid was pressed to her lips. She greedily drank the tall beverage, now lively as one could be after what felt like being punched by Erza.
"Start explaining." She demanded as soon as she licked the last drop off her top lip. Lucy pulled herself off the admittedly gorgeous head rest and levelled him a scorching glare that could have burned the devil himself. She wasn't about to run off willy-nilly without getting some details on this situation. Then again, upon seeing his nude body with only sheet slung over his manhood, she might just –the celestial mage stopped that dangerous train of thought and blushed bright red. It'd been a few months since her last fix and her body was reminding her.
"You're my mate. That's all there is to know," the demon Adonis drawled lazily. The blonde's eyes grew wide, hand flying up to the bite mark.
"I'm guessing that's why my Guild hasn't hacked you to pieces yet…" She had this sinking feeling, remembering what Gajeel said a few months ago about dragon mates; when one dies, so does the other. Strong feelings from one mate can be transferred to the other –pain, hunger, fear, desire …love. That is, only if a bite is exchanged. She was suddenly impatient, a feeling obviously coming from the jerk off who bit her.
"What? It's not as if I asked for this ass hole!" Her impatience ebbed into cold fury. Her own fury, fortunately. "You could have just asked for a shag. You didn't have to bite me!" She yelled, climbing off the bed and feeling around for any doors in the dimly lit room. She noticed the absence of her keys and undergarments when the breeze from the window hit her skin. She picked up a foreign feeling of pleasure and whipped around to see her 'mate' staring at her ass.
With a "hmph," she ripped the satin covers off of him and wrapped herself snugly in its protective fabric. Lucy refused to look at his body, yet again earning a foreign humored feeling. She knew he was watching her every move but she could care less. The blonde had to find her keys, her precious friends.
"I could make your search shorter, you know." He finally spoke, earning him another sharp glare. It was like a bored cat playing with a mouse; it only made her angrier. He was truly a Sabertooth mage. AKA a sadistic basturd.
"I'm sure you could! You were the one who hid them!" She shot back, crouching on all fours to check under the vanity. She felt the sheet untie itself at the front, exposing her naked chest to him. She couldn't believe her bad luck. With a huff, she tugged it back up into a tighter knot. The bloody thing came undone. AGAIN!
"You're not going to win this one, Fairy." He chuckled, a sly grin spreading over his face. She frowned at him curiously. Lucy then observed the extended shadow of his hands play with the sheet on her body, tugging it this way and that before completely pulling it off. The blood red eyes of her captor mocked her struggles and cries of outrage.
"That's playing dirty," she hissed. Rogue was beginning to like the way her mouth pouted and eyes narrowed when she got angry. He had to goad her more.
"Your keys are up there." The wicked man nodded towards a shadow holding her keys above her head. Oh Lucy knew exactly what he was up to. He wanted to play. He was emanating a sick pleasure that nearly made her punch him. But she was determined to beat him at his own game. She was a Fairy mage –she never gave up!
She feigned defeat and calmed her raging soul, flopping on the bed. Careful to hide the juicy bits of her body, the blonde began fawning over her nails. Boredom and mild annoyance filled every pore. "I'm tired of this already. I dislike silly games." She awarded him an indifferent look, knowing it to be a complete mood killer. It seemed to work. The keys dropped onto her back as Rogue frowned. She lovingly picked up her keys but quickly noticed one silver key was missing. Her triumphant feeling was cut short, replaced again with fury. She had never known anyone to make her furious so many times in one day. And that was saying something. She travelled with Natsu for Pete's sake.
"And WHERE is my Canis Minor key?" She rounded on the demon, pushing his chest down roughly to the bed. How she wished she could beat up this cruel man. A warning voice in her head told her to move away and stop touching him. Lucy was feeling a tad hazy with a thrill creeping into her system. Is this what he's feeling?
"I'll give it back if you bite my neck." Lucy was taken aback by his calmly delivered offer, affording him the chance to lock her hips over his growing length. "You want the key?" he breathed, sliding his hands up her shivering midriff. "Then bite," he hissed aggressively, "my fucking neck." Lucy was whitewashed with blistering desire, her own fear and fury forgotten. The fairy's brain ceased to process higher function at the onslaught of arousal and urgent need. His demanding hands pushed her face down to his nape, eliciting a gasp from her lips. A foreign wave of aggression hijacked her last shred of self-control and she bit hard, her own mark reacting with a searing high. It took only a lick of her hardened pink peak for the fairy to sink onto the demon wet and raw. There was no thought in her mind as he devoured her fevered body.
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A/N: Rogue did something very bad didn't he?