Pairing: Lyon x Gray, Erza x Juvia (mentioned)
Warnings: Yaoi, boy x boy
Disclaimer: I still do not own Fairy Tail or any of its characters (although I would love to)
A/N: I figured an author's note would be fitting after all this time. Hello, Emo here~ Finally there's an update to the story and this time, you'll be getting more of the two ice wizards. The concept for this chapter actually came after I let some of my friends proofread the first two chapters (before they were uploaded) and we sort of ended up discussing the whole 'naked apron'-concept and how it would be funny to put poor Gray through that ordeal. Then I recalled that Erza had an armor sort of like it - hence how the bet came into existence.
Also, I mentioned that Erza and Juvia will be a couple in this story - there won't be any real romantic scenes written between them and yes, it is pretty cracky. However, after the whole Tenrou Island-arc, I've been wanting to put them in as a minor couple in one of my stories. Plus, I sort of shipped their love interests of with other guys so... yeah. So please bear with me OTL The couple IS referred to in the story as I said, so I hope it is not too off-putting.
Alright then. Please enjoy one of the most perverted things I have ever written OTL I swear, those two will be the death of me. Especially Lyon. Perverted bastard.
"Now this is an interesting concept."
A couple of fingers had already gripped the cords holding the frilly apron in place. The icy fingers sliding over his skin made Gray hiss at his whitehaired lover.
"I have to say I never imagined that this would be your style." Lyon moved his hands underneath the apron, putting them on the hips of the other. "Don't get me wrong. You do look sexy, even in an apron alone."
Gray was indeed wearing an 'apron alone'. It was quite obvious that the skimpy piece of clothing was meant for a small female and not a muscular male like himself. The apron only covered a few parts of his body. For example, Lyon currently had a glorious view of his bare ass. Not that the older ice mage seemed to mind.
So how come Gray was even wearing this unusual outfit while cooking at home like some kind of housewife? The answer was to be found in a bet gone horribly wrong just the day before...
The usual gang had gathered around the table in the guild hall, discussing their take on a new job. Only a few minutes passed before Juvia and Erza were deeply engaged in their own conversation. By now, most Fairy Tail members had realized their relationship.
Natsu and Gray had started bickering, as they so often did, instead. Though fairly innocent at first, the argument soon took a more explicit turn when it came to insults. That had meant Lucy took her leave, rolling her eyes at their 'vulgarity'.
"Oh, look who's talking! Ashbrain's getting all high and mighty because he finally got some! Just how long did that take ya?"
"Says the guy who's sleeping around with his rival," Natsu snorted back, his cheeks pink as his hair from anger and embarassment. "You took longer in getting together with him, asshole. I sure as hell ain't gonna get friendly with you like that just 'cause I'm your rival too."
"Like I'd ever want you in my ass."
"I wouldn't want your ass in the first place," Natsu smirked before clenching his fist. "Though I'm sure I could easily own it any time I wanted to."
One could almost hear a vein pop in Gray's temple. When had Natsu become such a smartass? Visibly furious, the blackhaired wizard grabbed the smaller boy's scarf, sneering into his face.
"You wanna take this outside?"
"Yeah, why not?" Natsu growled, taking hold of the other's shirt which he, quite surprisingly, was still wearing. "I can't wait to kick your- what did that guy call it?" He paused before smirking widely. "Oh right. Your 'precious little behind'."
"As if you could," Gray snorted back as he had a brilliant idea. "Actually, I bet you can't, so why don't we make a deal. If you lose, you have to wear Erza's maid armor for an entire day!"
"Fine!" Natsu grinned back in a most unnerving way. "But if I win, you have to wear her apron armor and nothing else. Deal?"
"Deal!"
Just as the two were about to rush out of the guild hall to settle their fight, a strong red-haired women called out to them, stopping them in their tracks.
"Betting my armor now, are we?" If Natsu's grin had been unnerving, Erza's was terrifying, Gray thought. "However, let me heighten the interest of the bet a little. You two against me. If I lose, Juvia and will pose in the Sorcerer's Magazine together... nude."
For a second, Juvia looked as if she wanted to hide under a rock. Then it seemed some kind of realization struck her. Perhaps she recalled just how powerful the redhaired demon was.
"Alright," Natsu agreed, ignoring Gray's complaints for a chance to fight Erza again. "And if you win?"
With an even wider smile, Erza went past the two boys, shooting them a confident glare before she left the building.
"You can borrow the beforementioned armors and wear them tomorrow, of course. I would say that is a fair deal."
Needless to say, Gray and Natsu had been in for quite a beating. Even together, they still proved to be no real challenge for Erza. That woman was the one true definition of a monster.
Since he had to wear the rather revealing, and obviously embarassing, outfit consiting of only a frilly pink apron (as he had firmly refused to wear panties and kneesocks), Gray had decided not to leave the house for the day.
Not that it was the best solution. His guild mates could come knocking on the door anytime to poke fun at him. In fact, it was a miracle no one had shown up so far. Perhaps they were too busy with Natsu, which made it better for him.
But he could not have prevented Lyon from visiting unexpectedly as he so often did when he was closeby. While it was not the worst case scenario, considering how Lyon would likely keep this partucular secret between them, there was still an issue.
Gray was most certainly not getting through the day with just being looked at. No, Lyon was up to something and Gray knew it. If the whitehaired male saw an opportunity to have some fun, he would not let that pass.
"Lyon, I'm cooking damn it!"
As Gray turned around in a desperate attempt to wriggle free, he only found himself being pushed against the kitchen table. It had been a futile attempt from the start.
"Yeah, I can see that." Leaning forward, Lyon nipped at Gray's neck, his hands still on his partner's naked hips. "It's so nice of you to make me dinner. Perhaps I should refer to you as my wife?"
"I'm not your wife and it's my lunch!" Gray growled back, throwing a glance at the frying pan on the stove. "Now can you please let me finish before it burns?"
"Worry less about your lunch and more about me." A shiver ran through Gray's body as a finger moved in between his buttocks without prior warning. "And a lot more about what I'm going to do to you while you're looking like this."
"Pervert."
Lyon's only reply was a chuckle, his hands already roaming underneath the apron, teasing the soft pink nubs on the younger male's chest. Gray's fingers was grasping his hair, the boy breathing shallowly to try and keep calm.
"How about we try this, then?" Lyon asked, whispering sweetly into his lover's ear, his thumb on Gray's lower lip. "This time, use your mouth to service me."
"HAH?!"
Gray stared at the other man, his eyes wide in surprise. Was Lyon actually asking him what he believed he heard? The guy was indeed trying to take advantage of the situation.
"Do I really need to spell it out for you?" Lyon's eyes were glistening and his lips twisted in a devilish grin. Facing Gray, he slipped his thumb inside the boy's mouth. "Suck me, Gray."
It was probably far from enough to satisfy Lyon even if Gray agreed to his preposition. However, it seemed like the better choice, considering what else Lyon could come up with if he refused...
"Alright then."
Kneeling down, Gray slid his hands down Lyon's clothed body, stopping at his hip. With a smug grin, trying to be as seductive as he could, he flicked open the button of his lover's pants before unzipping them with his teeth.
"Oh?" Lyon ran a hand through the other's thick black hair, looking far too amused in Gray's honest opinion. "That did not take much convincing. It looks to me like you are enjoying this too."
"Shut up."
Pulling down the clothes covering his partner's lower body in a fluid motion, Gray paused for a second as he came face to... cock with Lyon's erection. He had experienced his partner's considerable size before but he needed a second to come up with a plan to go about taking that into his mouth.
And he was not about to let Lyon know that he had not tried anything like it before. Gray was too proud for that.
Sticking his tongue out, Gray took in the taste of his partner, doing his best to refrain from wrinkling his nose. The taste was not bad as such, but it was overwhelmingly different from what he imagined. It would definitely require some getting used to.
"Do you need directions?" Lyon asked teasingly, brushing Gray's hair away from his eyes. "Or is it the size that intimidates you, sweetheart? Too big?"
"Shut up!" Glancing up at Lyon with narrowed eyes, Gray put his lips around the erect member, letting his tongue play around the head before pulling back a little. "I know what I'm doing," he lied, his cheeks flushing red. "So be quiet or I'll bite it off."
"Okay, okay." Lyon continued to pet the black hair tickling his stomach. "Then I'll let the expert handle the rest."
Wrapping his lips around Lyon's erection again, Gray took it in deeper this time, moaning softly. His partner's audible hiss told him that he was doing quite well. He looked back up at Lyon while rubbing the head o the member against the roof of his mouth.
"Nnnngh..."
Gray had to admit that he was likely enjoying himself as much as his partner. For once he was in control. Lyon responded to his every action - if he was getting too aroused, Gray would slow down and effectively tease him. This had been one of Lyon's more brilliant ideas.
He was getting far too much into it. Gray knew that, but the situation was rather amusing. Looking up at Lyon, he put the most seductive expression he could come up with while licking the tip of Lyon's erection. Never had he imagined to see his partner's face flush such a deep shade of red.
"Damn it...!"
Seconds later, warm fluid entered Gray's mouth, portions of it ending up on his face. Swallowing without thinking, he grimaced at the bitter taste before wiping his mouth and looking up at the whitehaired wizard, who, for once, stood speechless.
"Fucking bastard. The hell was that for?" Gray growled, sending Lyon a sour glare. "At least warn me before you decide to explode all over my face."
Lyon said nothing as he immediately picked Gray up, putting him on the kitchen table, invading the mouth of the younger wizard. As he pulled back, a large smirk was on his face. Somehow he did not seem sorry in the least.
"Oh, but then I wouldn't be having this sexy sight in front of me, would I?"
"How the heck is this sexy?"
It appeared Lyon had no intention to reply. Instead, the older male leaned forward, slowly spreading Gray's legs apart. The blackhaired wizard sent him yet another death glare, trying to gather his legs again. He was, of course, unsuccessful.
"Oi, you better not be thinking of doing that here," Gray hissed as Lyon began probing at his entrance with a cold finger. "It's my kitchen, you idiot!"
"All the better reason to do it, don't you agree?" Lyon asked, whispering into Gray's ear. "You don't look like someone who wants me to stop now."
Gray wanted to take back that he had followed Lyon's request in the first place - the guy was right. Even if they were in the kitchen, damn, did he want more. He just wished that his lover would stop coming on to him in the strangest of places.
"We could at least take this to the living room..."
A loud laugh escaped Lyon at the suggestion, making him shake his head. It appeared that moving elsewhere was not in question.
"A little too late for that, Gray. I'm going to eat you up right here and now."
"Stupid bastard..."
Lying on his stomach on a couch in the living room, Gray quietly grumbled at the whitehaired male on whose lap his head was currently resting. His back was hurting, his stomach growling and he was still wearing that ridiculous apron.
In his heart, he wished, no, prayed, that Natsu's day had been much, much worse than his own.
"Still mad?" Lyon sighed, twirling a lock of the black hair around his finger. "You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself before. Though I have to admit, I love that grumpy side of you two. You're cute when you try to resist."
"Screw you. You messed up my dinner."
The whole thing had taken far too long for Gray to be able to save the sad remains of what he had been supposed to eat that evening. Now he was not only hungry, but also too sore to get back up and cook something else.
And it was all thanks to that stupid pervert lover of his.
"Ugh. I'd have to go get new ingredients too," Gray recalled, silently cursing the male playing with his hair. "Like hell I can go outside wearing this."
"You've gone outside before wearing less."
"Shut up. I don't want to hear that from you of all people." He rolled onto his side. "Would you want me to go out wearing this thing?"
Sighing, Lyon let his hand softly caress the cheek of his pissed lover, only able to smile at his complaints.
"Well, I suppose you can leave it to me then. I could go get something for us."
"Us?"
Getting off the couch, Lyon kneeled down, kissing the cheek of his surprised partner. Gray's cheeks flushed red again, partly from irritation and partly from the whitehaired bastard knowing exactly what buttons to push.
"Will you at least do me the honor of having dinner with me?"
Burying his face in a pillow, Gray tried to force that damn heat in his cheeks to go away, but to no avail. That was the kind of effect Lyon had on him now.
"...fine. But I don't think I can sit down at the table..."
Lyon snickered at the response, causing Gray to throw the pillow in his direction and hitting the other square in the chest. It did not stop the other from smiling widely.
"You could always sit in my lap and let me feed you-"
"As if that's gonna happen!"
Trying to jump at Lyon, Gray found his legs giving in beneath him as he took the first step. As he fell flat on the floor, he was pulled into an embrace by the older ice wizard who nuzzled up to him.
"Sorry. You're too fun to tease, Gray. I really can't help it." A soft kiss was placed on Gray's neck. "I love that part of you as well."
Exhaling, Gray looked back at his partner, a slight smile on his lips. While he had to deal with all those ridiculous situations Lyon would suddenly put him in, he never found it in his heart to hate the other for it. Rather, it only served to strengthen their relationship in some strange way.
Perhaps everything about them was strange. Gray chuckled at the thought. It was most likely true - the two of them made an unusual, yet ideal, couple.
"You're too damn hopeless, damn it. Stupid bastard..."