Author's note: I have no excuse – this plotless snippet is a response to the surge in my fangirlism upon seeing the cover page for the newest chapter of the manga. Thank you all for reading, faving, following, and reviewing. QueenXyrielle: I will try to continue chapter 3 at some point. In the mean time, here's something happier. Enjoy.

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How to snap Natsu Dragneel

Natsu was used to taking photographs of drop-dead gorgeous models, and yet he still almost dropped the camera at Gray's new pose.

'Oi! What are you doing, stupid?'

Only reflex made him remember what to say while pretending to adjust his hold. 'Don't call me that. 'S not like you're that intelligent, ice block.'

'Then stop fumbling like an idiot. You're wasting my time.'

By the gods. Gray was saying that, and yet he remained in the same position, eyes staring up from under thick lashes, a small smirk gracing his features. The hooded cloak draped from the top of his head, over broad shoulders, covering the hands on them. Only his arms crossed over his chest were visible, and damn if it didn't look provocative as hell. This man knew what he was doing, what with canting his hips just that lightest bit to the side, the skin-tight boxer-briefs clinging to the way every muscle moved under that ivory skin.

'Ah. Uh, yeah.'

Was that a 'come-hither' look? It must have been. Natsu felt as though there was an invisible force drawing him irresistibly to the man in front of him, as if Gray was a siren and Natsu just another hapless sailor powerless to stop the seduction. But this wasn't even a song; it was just a look. With the right amount of intensity, suddenly Gray's gaze was piercing directly into his trembling soul, and all Natsu could see back was burning desire reflected in those blue eyes. Natsu could feel his insides turning to water.

Only the force of routine kept Natsu going through the motions of adjusting the lens and taking the photos, but he wasn't even sure he knew what he was doing. Then Gray subtly changed his pose, and Natsu's throat instantly went dry on him.

'…'

He should have been encouraging Gray on while furiously snapping shots with the satisfaction of a photographer privileged enough to have the perfect model who knew just what to do. Instead, Natsu's mouth opened and closed uselessly, flapping like a fish out of water when Gray merely tilted his head up and looked down at him with lowered eyelids. A pink tongue slipped out to slowly, torturously, swipe over his bottom lip in a drawn-out display of temptation.

'As I said, stop acting like an idiot and keep up with your job. That was a damn good shot that you missed.'

'…' Wordlessly, Natsu swallowed, before lifting his camera up again. He even forgot to quip at the name-calling, what with the way Gray's hands were tightening on his shoulders, before sliding down in that languorous caress he just used with his tongue. Those hands were magic, how they slid oh-so-slowly over his biceps, cupping his elbows for the briefest of moments, before continuing onto his sides. His fingers brushed against his ribs, and then his arms uncrossed, and those hands were running over his abs, one just grazing the cross-shaped scar at his side. Down and down they went, and when they stopped at the hipbones jutting out beneath the black of his underwear, Natsu could hear vaguely in the distance the sound of a camera crashing unceremoniously to the floor.

'And now you just ruined the entire photo shoot. Also, you'll have to either fix that, or buy a new camera altogether.'

'Uh. Um, yeah, sure.' Natsu was sure he had possessed a brain with the ability to speak at some point, before Gray fried it with the most sensuous blink ever. The bastard wasn't even irritated. 'Sorry.'

'Sorry? You ruined my photo shoot.' The minx before him faked a scoff, before the cloak slid away from his head and fell to his feet with a barely audible thump. The light hit his body fully, and a thumb hooked into the rubber band of his underwear, and suddenly the stark contrast between his snowy skin and the black piece of clothing became too much for Natsu. He took an involuntary step forward, imagining himself getting rid of that annoying contrast by ripping the black off.

Gray's smirk widened. He lifted a hand, crooked a finger in Natsu's direction, and delivered the last blow.

'So you'd better make up for it.'

There was nothing to it – the photo shoot was over, and he was pretty sure it played out just as Gray had planned it to, the bastard – so Natsu obeyed and pounced.