Another chapter is finally here! I know you're all dying to know what happened to our fairy tail members, but we've got to see what's going on back at the guild. Definitely some serious action! And by that I mean LEMONS! Warning: This chapter is not for kids. Skip it if you are not mature enough to read it, just saying.

Sorry about messing with everyone's feels, and thanks to everyone for reviewing. I want to give a late shout out to StarCaptain for giving me the name Scarly. It's adorable, and I couldn't NOT put it in the story!

Once again, I do not own Fairy Tail. It is Hiro Mashima's. Everyone enjoy!

Oh! And one more thing: There's a small quote from T.S. Eliot's poem "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock". It's one of my favorite poems of all times, and one of the most important lines is somewhere in the middle of the chapter. I don't own that either! I wish I did, but I don't.

Levy's POV

I don't know how I'm going to survive this. I might go insane. Maybe alcohol would help? No…alcohol never helped anything, and I was one of those pathetic hopeless romantics when I'm drunk. Okay, I'm like that sober as well, but at least I can contain my thoughts when I'm intoxicated. Then again, there was no way I was going to live through this. Perhaps I could drink myself into a stupor and pass out so that I wouldn't have to deal with this… Ugh. That wasn't going to work; I'm not Cana unfortunately. I can't use alcohol as an excuse to ignore my problems. Dammit. That was my last idea too. Not even books could block out this.

How did anyone live in a family of dragon slayers?

After the extraction team returned from Lord Guffrey's house, we waited patiently all through the night until the others returned. After the last transmission with Laxus and Jellal promising to finish things soon with Mira, we lost communication with everyone. We waited, but nothing happened. Of course, Master said it was most likely due to them being so far away and the lack of magic was most likely draining on their bodies. He told us to go home and get rest, but I couldn't. It left a bad taste in my mouth not knowing if my best friend and the rest of the team were all right. I wanted to boycott and maybe volunteer to stay with the members in the infirmary, but Gajeel threw me over his shoulder and took me home. Naturally, Gale and Leevi followed since most of their team was MIA as well.

Normally, I would have went straight to Fairy Hills to submerge myself in any kind of book relating to Morgania's magic, but Gajeel had insisted that I take a break. He said I had been overworking myself lately, and it evidently was beginning to show. Now was especially not the time to be taking a break, but he wouldn't listen. We traveled to his house in silence, and I thought about what had happened since I was last with Lucy. I told her that I would finally tell Gajeel how I felt, but ever since then, I've been too consumed with trying to figure out how to save the guild that I completely forgot about it. I haven't even slept since then. Maybe the iron dragon slayer was right, and I needed a small break.

Gajeel owned a small house on the outskirts of town. Of course, from the looks of it, I'm pretty sure the iron dragon slayer had a lot of things bottled up inside that he didn't necessarily express to others. He had three main bedrooms, one for his and Lily's bed, one for his work out equipment, and the other he kept behind a lock and key and forbade us from entering. Lily had a small bed beside Gajeel's, but since he was staying at the guild trying to comfort an anxious Happy, it remained empty.

The twins were quick to call the pull out couch, and immediately began arguing about what sides they wanted and who was going to take a shower first. I don't know if it was the lack of sleep, or the fact that I hadn't read a book in over eight hours—yes, that made me upset—I grabbed the boys ears like I saw Scarlet and started yelling, "If you two don't start getting along, I'm going to tie you together and throw you over a cliff and watch you figure out how to climb back up without magic! Am I understood?"

"Y-yes, ma'am!" they whimpered together.

I released them placed my fists on my hips. A smug smile was on my face when I said, "Now. Hug each other and make up."

"What?" Galed asked.

"You can't be serious…" Leevi trailed off sneaking a sideways glance at Gale.

I'm sure hell fire was burning around me when I looked at them, because without even saying a word they started sprouting tears like a spring shower and hugging each other like lovers. I nodded my approval and cleared my throat. "Now, since you are a guest here, you have to respect the house you are in, and that means you have to follow the rules. No fighting. No swearing. Clean up whatever mess you make. Use manners. And do anything your father or I ask of you."

They nodded swiftly, still clutching to each other tightly in fear. I smiled brightly at them and kissed them both on the forehead, wished them goodnight, and went to Gajeel's bedroom. I closed the door behind me and started to reach for clothes to change into when I realized I hadn't had the opportunity to grab any… I moaned and fell back against the soft bed beneath me. What was I going to do? That was when I realized that there was only one bed…again. Shit!

There was a soft knock on the door a moment later, and I beckoned them to enter as I sat up. Gajeel drifted in and closed the door quietly behind him. "The twins are already asleep," he informed me, chuckling. "They sure can be a handful. There as noisy and as big a pain in the ass as the rest of the guild, but what you did to make them behave—damn, that was awesome. I've never seen anyone inflict that much fear into them except Erza's hell spawn."

I laughed tiredly. "Something had to be done. At least they know not mess with me," I answered. A loud yawn escaped me, and I rubbed my drooping eyes.

Gajeel chuckled again. "I told you, you needed a break, shrimp."

"Don't call me that," I muttered. I looked around, my face reddening when the situation finally became aware to me. I was sitting on Gajeel's bed and alone with him in his room with the door closed. My face burned as hot as Natsu's fire, and I suddenly found I couldn't look at the dragon slayer right then. The bed shifted as he sat beside me, and I could feel heat radiating off of him. I dared a peek up at him, and his face was as red as mine. He must have realized the same thing.

It's not like we haven't slept together before, but that was in a tent! Besides, I couldn't have let him sleep outside on the cold ground. But this was totally different!

"Umm…" I mumbled very ineloquently, thinking of anything to say to distract me from the fact that we were going to sleep in a bed together… "I need some pajamas."

He only nodded in response and started rummaging through drawers. He pulled out a long, black t-shirt, and tossed it to me. "Sorry, but it's the only thing I have since I didn't wash clothes yet." He started for the door. "I-I'll be in the room next door, so I'll leave you to get dress." He gulped audibly then rushed out.

It was almost comical how flustered he was with me here. I pulled the bandana out from my hair, and shook my blue locks out. They fell softly against my face, and I ran a careful hand through them. I chunked off my boots and placed them carefully by the door, before I started peeling away layers of my clothing. It was awkward not having pants to change into, but when I put the shirt on, I realized it didn't much matter. Gajeel's shirt was long enough and reached just a few inches above my knee. It hung off of me like a dress three times too large for me. I neatly folded my clothes, making a mental note to swing by Fairy Hills for shower and clothes in the morning.

Quietly, I reached for the door and cracked it open just enough for me to sleep through. The twins were both still asleep, and their snores were drifting down the small hall I was creeping in. Tiptoeing in the dark, I groped against the wall until my hands landed on the door frame. Squeezing the knob tightly, I slowly turned it and whispered into the dark, "Gajeel?" No answer. This was the workout room that he had showed us earlier, but why wouldn't he be here? He said he would be in the next room, and he clearly stated that the other was off limits…

Well, maybe I could sneak a peek. It wouldn't be my fault if he caught me creeping on his "secret man cave" after all. He wasn't in the room he said he would be in. My socks slid against the wooden floor, and I snuck towards the room. I wondered what was inside. Knowing Gajeel, it was probably a weapons closet that he didn't want the twins getting into. Or could it be filled with naughty things like revealing pictures of women in that risqué PlayMage magazine? Or maybe he had some weird fantasy with stuffed unicorns and had a huge collection of plush toys? Hehe, man you were so busted…

As silent as possible, I opened the door and shouldered inside quickly. I flicked on the lights, and when I looked around, my mouth dropped in shock. Tears started to fill my eyes, and my knees started to shake. I covered my mouth, and a pair of hands touched my shoulders. Slowly, I turned to face the iron dragon slayer, and when I looked into his eyes, I started to cry.

"I thought I told you not to come in here," he grumbled, scratching the back of his head and a blush on his cheeks.

"Y-you…" I tried breathlessly.

"Yeah. It's a lot to take in, and I was working on a way of explaining it to you," he replied with a heavy sigh. "I guess the secret is out now."

I pulled away from him and took another look around. Whatever I had been thinking he was hiding in here before…I was wrong. So, so wrong. Around the room, hanging from every corner, and on several art easels standing alone in the middle of the room, were portraits. Each showed a different scene and blurred with different colors. One painting used only hues of red, capturing passion. Another was a sketch of blacks and dark greys, depicting the pain of the memory it reflected. They were all so captivating and uniquely different, but they were all focused on the same obvious inspiration.

Me.

"You did all of these?" I asked, finally finding my voice.

He nodded, watching me study each painting carefully. "It's always been a hobby of mine. It's the only way I can relax after a long day," he explained, touching the black picture of me standing in front of the destroyed guild after Phantom attacked it. "When I first joined, Mira mentioned that I needed a way of expressing myself. I tried several things: reading, writing, and you know, singing. But the only thing I found that helped was painting. At first, it was just simple images of what I had seen that day. Houses, trees, rivers, and whatever. Then I started to try people. It was hard, and most of the images didn't make sense in the beginning, but that was because I didn't understand it. I was trying to draw someone I had seen off the street, but something was always wrong with them. Hair was too long, body was too small, and none of it felt right. That was when I realized I wasn't focusing on that person." He looked down at me. "I could only think of you."

My breath caught, and my heart starting pounding unnaturally hard in my chest. He saw me starting to step back, but his hands secured themselves around my waist. In all my novels I had ever read, this was always one of those moments when the hero and heroine finally were together. While I had always rooted for them and felt relieved when they were finally together, it was something else entirely when I was faced with that same dilemma. I was frightened, but of what, I'm not sure.

Lucy and the girls made me realize that I actually did love Gajeel, and I even vowed to admit my feelings towards him. Though I was scared of rejection, surrounding me were all the reasons why he loved me back… He loved me back? His eyes glowed passionately and made my skin feel statically charged while he held me. His fingers stroked against my cheek, and I swear I could have melted into him right then. Yes, I thought. He did love me. If I had been more observant, I would have seen the answer to my questions a long time ago. Yet, why was I scared?

I guess not all answers were written in a book, but someone described love as being the most confusing, happiest, painful, and terrifying moments of your life. My fluctuating emotions made me finally understand just how something so simple could also be so complicated. I thought I knew what love was but staring at him as he held me like this, I knew nothing.

My body began to tremble, or so I thought, until Gajeel gulped, and I realized, it was him shaking. I wrapped my arms around him and leaned forward. Slowly, oh so achingly slowly, he arched his head downwards, his beautiful red eyes drifting shut as if they could close and hide all of his fears. Mine fluttered shut, and I tried to pretend I was dreaming. Because only in my sleep was I brave enough to consider giving in and being everything with him.

His lips barely skimmed across mine when I felt a pleasurably shudder chase through every nerve. It was the lightest touch that spoke volumes of silent prayers and wishes. Time was cruel and slow, and hesitated as if this moment was the final stop and question before everything came crashing down—"do I dare disturb the universe"? Then suddenly, as if speeding forward in fast motion, he was upon me, his lips ravaging my own with their sweet nectar and startling bite. His fangs grazed against my bottom lip, and moans were rumbling from some primal animal hidden inside my body. These sounds only made him feast more on me. His body pushed against mine, and we were a waterfall tumbling, stumbling, and crashing down faster and harder to a place neither of us had ever ventured before until we finally hit the bottom and found each other ripping the other's clothes off and tossing such useless materials away like worthless debris caught in perpetually spiraling universe.

Heat pooled between my legs, only burning hotter as he tore off his shirt and allowed me to explore every ridge of his chest with my fingers. Something between a growl and a groan roared from him, and he briefly pulled away from my throbbing lips. His hands grabbed the collar of the t-shirt I was wearing, and only with the strength of dragon slayer, he ripped the shirt apart, exposing my matching black laced undergarments. I didn't even have a chance at recovering from his initial assault before he was back to my lips, pressing against me harder than ever. We crashed against a wall, paintings tumbling down around us, but neither of us cared.

He worked around to my back and began unlatching the bra. With a great relief, the pressure binding my chest was gone and finally exposed. Self-conscious as I was about my chest, I instinctively started to wrap my arms around them, but Gajeel grabbed my wrists. His lips left mine, and his breath tickled my ear as he said, "No. You're beautiful."

I smiled and started to reply when he began sucking and nibbling on my neck and all rational thoughts escaped my mind. Moans started coming out with each breath, and I whispered his name somewhere between. He replied with that same groan earlier and without hesitating, bent down to his knees and pulled my panties to my ankles. I felt ridiculous completely naked in front of him, but it couldn't stop me from wanting this. His hands wrapped around my butt, massaging the soft skin, and his tongue gave a curiously flick on my core. My body reacted with a twitch, and I felt him smile against my skin before he dove in.

Electric pulses shot pleasure through my body with each lick, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. He started with torturing me with long, slow laps of his tongue, every now and then, stopping to plunge itself into my melting core. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and I screamed his name. He laughed once, and then I was consumed by the hottest fire. His tongue danced circles around my clit while a single finger began pumping in and out as fast as it could. I was on a coaster, mounting the top, coming closer, closer, close… ugh…the peek…

"Gajeel!" I moaned, as my body began compulsing, screaming, exploding, releasing… every thought, every feeling was racing through me, every fragment of my being igniting with such a blissful high that I never thought I would be coming down. I collapsed into Gajeel's arms, unable to move and still unnerved with my first orgasm. The dragon slayer licked his lips before kissing mine. He lifted me up like a princess and started carrying me out the door.

"Where are we going?" I mumbled, light headed and dazed.

He didn't answer until we were back in his room, and he laid me on the bed. He straddled my fragile body and started licking my neck. His arousal started pressing between my legs, and the fire started burning even hotter than before. He moaned into my skin, and I pulled his lips back to mine. My hands soon became entangled in his hair, and one of his began running slowly around my clit. I fumbled with his pants, and he suddenly stopped, sighing.

"What is it?" I wondered, slightly impatient.

He placed his forehead against mine and thought for a moment before answering, "I don't want to hurt you."

My heart stopped. "Hurt me?" He wasn't planning on this just being a fling—was he?

Sensing my line of thoughts, he kissed me hard. "I meant physically. Mavis's sake, I don't know about any of this thought. Fuck, you're a good girl. A solid script mage that's been with the guild since you were a child and grown up like an elegant school kid. But me? I'm no one. I hurt you—tortured you—before I even knew you. It's a miracle that you even tolerated me since I joined. I'm a dragon slayer with a rough past and was once the enemy to Fairy Tail. I don't know how this is supposed to work… A few moments ago, I didn't even think about it, but now that I am…"

Now it was my turn to kiss him for assurance. He looked at me in bewilderment, and I pointed towards his door. "Do you know what's out there?" His eyes wandered towards the direction I pointed. "That's our future," I answered for him. "We were meant to be together, and something obviously worked between us that we created a family together. Who cares who I am, and who cares what you've done? Do you know what happened after I stopped fearing you after the Phantom attack? I tried to understand you, and when I finally did, I began loving you. I don't blame you or hate you for anything. The past is the past, and I'm only looking at the present and the future. You're here with me, and some day from now, I know you'll still be with me."

Gajeel looked back at me with a quizzical expression. "You love me?"

I gave an exasperated shout. "Yes! Now stop moping and carrying on as if you're a nobody because to me…you're everything."

He kissed me suddenly. It held none of the heated passion a second ago, but something more bloomed from it. I realized that it was his way of agreeing. It was soft and gentle and explained everything more than words ever could even though his next couple changed my life forever.

"I love you too," he whispered and held me against his steel chest.

I smiled against him for a moment, soaking in the warmth of his body…but then it reminded me of my own problem. I pulled back slightly, and said, "So, want to show me what you were going to do before you stopped?"

He chuckled. "Gihee."

The next morning, I woke more alive than I had ever felt. Gajeel and I had spent most of the night exploring one another's bodies and learning what it meant to make love with your soul mate. The twins must have heard something, even though I tried to tone down on my screaming. They remained mostly quiet and kept shooting us disgusted looks. I probably should have felt bad, but I was in too good of a mood and simply chuckled.

After a quick breakfast made by Gajeel, I changed back into my clothes from yesterday and headed towards Fairy Hills. Once there, I showered quickly, put on a fresh set of apparel, and skipped to the guild. Lucy and the others should be back by now. Master had been right. I shouldn't have been worrying about them. The toughest members had been sent after all! I'm sure Lu-chan would be back, and I wanted to tell her everything about last night. She was shyer about these types of things, but it was always funny to see her blush when thinking of dirty ideas. Today was going to be great!

I sauntered through the guild doors, passing by the usual loitering members. Instead of going to my new boyfriend—that name sent thrills through me!—I went to the bar and parked myself near Cana. She was frowning down at her keg, an unusual dark aura around her. I elbowed her knee, and giggled. "What's wrong? Not potent enough this morning?"

Her eyes shot up to me, and she gasped. "Levy…you don't know?"

I felt a sudden creeping chill. "What's wrong?"

She gave me an apologetic expression and pointed her thumb towards the infirmary. I didn't need anyone to explain further as I bolted off my seat and ripped into the room, my eyes blazing from one bed to the other. I gasped in horror. Gray, Juvia, and Jay were getting bandaged up, while Laxus and Jellal sat whispering in a corner. Natsu was laid out on a cot, his mouth open, struggling to breath. Wendy sat over him, using her magic to try to relieve some of the bruises that covered nearly every inch of his skin. Happy was by his side with Carla and Lily, crying over his broken body.

"What happened?" I cried.

Juvia's eyes met mine, and tears started streaming down her face immediately. Laxus looked up, but when he saw me, he peered down at the floor in shame. Jellal wouldn't even gaze my way. When someone finally spoke, it broke my heart.

"L-lu…lucy…" Natsu muttered. "Nashi…"

My gaze darted around, but the two were nowhere to be found. My hands covered my mouth. "No…"

I stumbled backwards into a familiar hard body. When I turned around, Gajeel was shaking his head and pulled me into his arms as I started crying. Gray's voice rose over my cries, as finally he started to explain, "We were savagely ambushed. They used tranquilizers to knock us unconscious, and then proceeded to torture us while we were asleep. Aside from some physical aches, we're fine…Natsu struggled against them the most, so he received a worse beating. He'll be fine in a few hours though thanks to Wendy…but the other two…"

"They were taken," Erza finished. I hadn't even seen her occupying the last cot beside Laxus and Jellal. Scarlet sat beside her with her head bowed.

"What do we do now?" I asked, trying to wipe some of the tears away.

Erza punched the wall beside her, not caring or noticing that she literally put a hole through it. Her eyes were glaring evilly, and she snarled, "We're going after our nakama."

I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to write Gajeel and Levy's POV. From what I gathered in the manga and anime, Levy is a little bashful, but she's more up front about some things than Lucy. I don't think it's ever mentioned where Gajeel lived so I just made up some place. I thought it would be a little more romantic if maybe there was a hidden side of the iron dragon slayer that no one knew about him. He had to do something besides sing in his down time because obviously he wasn't practicing on that "great skill". Lol

SO... Please leave a review! I want to hear opinions and rants! I'll reply back to them if I can. I need ideas about where i should go from here. How is Fairy Tail going to defeat Morgania?