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Warning! Slightly inappropriate sexual gestures and language

Chapter 4

Gray's POV

It was my first kiss.

I was terrified. I wasn't sure what to do; my mind a complete blank. All I saw were suave, evergreen eyes shutting slowly. I started closing the distance as well, albeit shakily. I breathed in his comforting scent of sunshine and barley. All was silent at that very moment, the only sounds being the crickets in the grass and my heart hammering in my ears. A drop of sweat ran down the side of my face. He kept leaning, slowly, hesitantly. I closed my eyes completely. I felt his breath and heat against my lips. This was it.

"Well, good evening slaves."

My eyes snapped open and I jerked back just before our lips connected. My heart paced faster. Lyon took a step back, glancing around in suspicion. Freezing, I wrapped my arms around myself and searched for the source of the voice as well.

"Who's there?" he called out after a few moments. I heard laughter resonating from the bushes near the well. "I said who's there?" he demanded.

"Oh, don't mind me, now. It's quite entertaining, seeing young love." I turned around and saw Angel coming from the darkness behind the well. She was another one of Fairy Tail's Authority. Her long white hair billowed behind her flowing with the wind. Her cat-like eyes glinted with mischief and her grin suggested she was planning something. In her hand, she held a bottle of something I couldn't quite see. I glared at her.

"Don't give me that look. What are you two doing out of your cabin? Curfew's at eight. And look at that." She glanced down at an invisible watch on her wrist. "It eight o' one. You guys are out past bedtime." She smirked and looked back up, licking her lips.

"My clothes got dirty ma'am," I forced out, trying to control my rising anger. I put a fake, innocent smile on my face. "I'm just trying to wash them and myself." I gestured to my damp pants to prove my point.

"Why?" She gave me a half confused, half humored stare. "You're going to keep getting dirty. You are a slave after all." She spat the last sentence. I balled my fists and looked at Lyon. He stayed silent, but I could see the rage heating up his face, making him tremble slightly. I turned back to a smiling Angel. I didn't like this twisted expression.

"What are your names? Or do you not have any?" Her smirk grew wider. My hands started shaking now too. Control yourself, I thought to myself.

"Gray Fullbuster," I replied through ground teeth.

"Lyon Bastia," I heard Lyon say. I could hear slight anger, but he controlled it. Much better than I was doing.

"Oooooooh, last names," she mocked. "I thought you slaves didn't have last names-"

"Gave them to ourselves," I muttered.

"Don't interrupt me!" she screeched. I flinched. "As I was saying. Vastia kid, go back inside. I want a private talk with little Gray here." She smiled at me before pointing a glare at Lyon.

"No," he growled quietly. He stayed in his place, not daring to move. They had a stare down. The atmosphere thickened from their intense gazes, but both were too stubborn to back down.

"I said go," she said deeply. "Or do you want me to whip him more than necessary." She nodded her head to me. I heard him swallow, but his glower intensified. His stance didn't waver one bit.

I couldn't take it anymore. "Just go, Lyon," I said, breaking the silence. "I can take care of myself." Angel looked over to me and flashed a saccharine smile my way.

"Now that's a good boy," she said in a high voice, meant for a dog. I grit my teeth and tried to tell Lyon that everything will be fine. He hesitated still, not sure what to do. I nodded to the door. Now it was my turn to have a stare down with him, although it wasn't nearly as intense as it was with Angel.

Finally, after minutes of us just staring, he relented with a sigh and backed toward the door slowly, not taking his eyes off me until the door closed all the way. With one last peek out the window, Lyon disappeared. I turned back to the woman giving an icy glare, but she just returned a smirk in amusement.

Conscious of my nakedness, I reached for my still damp pants, but not before a hand grabbed my wrist. Angel was suddenly there, keeping my arm in place. She was fast and strong, like all mortus. I tried jerking it away, but her grip was like iron. She grinned from ear to ear, licking her dry lips, a hungry look in her eyes.

"You know, I'm kind of bored of the fun Cobra's been giving me. Plus, he's starting to grow old. For my taste at least." She crept closer. Her eyes brightened. "You are what? Sixteen? Seventeen?" She looked at me, expecting an answer. I stared at her, doing everything in my power to not show any of the hatred burning in me. I attempted to back away, but her steps followed mine.

"Eighteen," I muttered. I was suddenly feeling very aware of my situation and her proximity. I tried backing away again, but she stepped in time with me until my back hit the bricks of the well.

"Perfect," she purred. She was face to face with me. I inhaled her scent involuntarily. It was all alcohol. She sighed, blowing her boozed-filled breath in my face, almost gagging me. "Just the right age." Her hand crept up to my face and firmly held my chin in place. Then her hand started guiding itself southward.

"You're so much younger than Cobra, heck all the others too. You'll make me feel nice and young again," she whispered.

Flashing lights went off in my head. DANGER, they screamed, but I couldn't move. Her hypnotic eyes kept me in place. She caressed my cheek, closed her eyes and puckered her chapped lips.

That's when I moved. I pulled my face away. No way in hell is she being my first kiss. I grabbed her hands and shoved her to the ground as best I could. Swiftly, I pulled my pants on and made a break for the door.

I reached for the handle and there she was again, on my back, pulling me down backward. She escaped off of me before I fell down. Then there she was again, straddling my hips and taking off her shirt.

"You wanna play?" she cooed excitedly. "Let's play." Trying to pin my arms above my head, she leaned down to my neck. Somehow I managed to roll over on top of her. Her eyes glinted in glee, tracing her dirty nails on my abs. She reached her hand around and squeezed. Her eyes gazed at me, thick with lust. "You're so hoooooooot!"

I got up, making sure she stayed down. I ran to the door and this time, I was able to open it. I looked back and saw her lying on the ground, just staring at me, smiling widely.

She got up, looking a little tipsy. When she regained her balance, she shot an icy glare at me. "You'll regret this, slave. You could've gotten the privilege to have sex with an angel. Be ready for the consequences." She turned around and walked back into the shadows. Once I felt she was gone, I sighed in relief.

I went straight for my cot after that, ignoring the calls of my friends. I pulled the itchy covers above my head and just closed my eyes. Tears I didn't realize I was holding fell down my face in mini waterfalls. I couldn't stop crying. I tried to think of something comforting, anything to get that woman out of my head. I tried thinking of my friends, the songs we sing, the fights we have, I thought of Lyon and how we almost kissed but nothing stopped the tears. The weight on my chest got heavier. I choked on my sobs, trying not to let my cabin mates hear me. Nothing I thought of could comfort me. Eventually my tears tired me out, allowing me to fall into oblivion.

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I woke up from a dreamless sleep to the morning bell. Six a.m. Time to get up and go to breakfast. I ran my fingers through my tangles and walked to the other side of the hall with the tables. I took a bowl of porridge and made way to the corner I was in last night.

I didn't hear the footsteps coming toward me until the person was right in front of my face. I looked up and saw Lyon staring down at me. He smiled warmly, sitting down next to me. Thoughts of last night flew in my mind making me blush. Lyon laughed.

"You don't have to be embarrassed. We'll get another chance." I almost choked.

We almost kissed, I thought. My first kiss. It just had to be ruined.

Then I remembered Angel's words. She's probably just going to whip me. I shrugged internally, thinking it would be no big deal. The deep scars on my back proved I was capable of taking any punishment. I ate my food, ignoring Lyon's teasing.

After I finished, the six forty-five bell went off, signaling us to finish up and start heading to the fields. Some announcements went off, listing off duties different cabins had. We had barley today. Then they listed off different people for other jobs. It was a long list today. Usually I just tuned it out, but something caught my attention today.

"Gray Fulltrucker." Its Fullbuster damn it. "Before you begin your duties, you are to report to your Authority for important matters. That'll be all."

Lyon gave me a worried expression which I returned with a hopefully reassuring smile. In reality, I felt like crap.

I trailed to the barley field alongside my friends. I saw our Authority waiting for us at the edge. I tried to avoid Angel's stare as I walked to them, dragging my feet to make the trip as long as possible. When I got there, they all stood in an arc surrounding me. Midnight, Cobra, Angel and Racer, regarding me in disdain.

"State your name," Midnight said in a monotone voice, his black hair flowing behind him in the wind.

"Gray Fullbu-" Someone backhanded my face. I fell to the ground, clutching my cheek. Tears stung in my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. I stood back up, waiting to be dismissed.

"Look me in the eyes," I heard Angel say. I did as I was told.

Her glee made me sick, especially knowing she was enjoying my pain. I felt my cheek swelling.

"Turn around." I did.

"Get on your hands and knees." I did so. I braced myself, but I had no idea what I was in for.

Natsu's POV

I opened my eyes and looked around blearily. I stretched and looked over to a still sleeping Happy. I climbed out of bed quietly and headed to the dining hall. When I arrived, the entire table had food laid out. At the other end dad read the newspaper and took my place beside him and started filling several plates of the assortments of food.

When I finished, a servant came up to me with my schedule. Seeing my morning completely clear, I decided to go out to the fields again. I was anxious to see that raven haired slave again.

I went back to my room and changed into some jeans and a t-shirt. Happy was still sleeping soundly in the middle of my bed. I decided to leave him and go on my own. I walked to the back door and made my way down the path toward the fields, hoping I would find the cabin with the dark haired slave.

Fortunately I saw familiar faces in the barley field. They didn't look as exhausted today but I assumed that was because it was almost noon. I scanned the field for the black haired boy. I saw him to my right, his back to me. It looked strange.

I walked over for a closer look, knowing to keep my distance. I was about ten feet behind him now and what I saw almost made my breakfast come back up.

His back was covered in blood, dirt and pus seeping out of strange whip wounds. It hurt to just look at him. I could practically see the heat waves emanating off him.

"Young Master!" I heard someone call. "What are you doing here?" I looked over and saw an advancing Midnight on his horse. I switched my gaze to the slave, who subtly shimmied away from the Authority. I frowned as Midnight dismounted.

"Taking a stroll when I suddenly see this." I indicated to the slave. "What has he done to deserve such a brutal punishment?" The slaves stopped to stare but I ignored them. The raven haired boy turned as well. His left cheek was swollen and he had a black eye. A trail of dried blood was coming out of his nose. His devoid eyes were the worst.

"He sexually assaulted Angel, sir. Last night," Midnight replied quickly. I looked back to the slave and I saw anger on his battered face. I narrowed my gaze to the Authority. Something about him seemed off and it made me uneasy. I saw some sort of distress etched on his face and his grip on the reign was too tight. I walked over to him. He backed away, clearly intimidated. I scowled.

"I want you to bring him to my quarters. Now," I commanded. I spun on my heel and walked away toward the slave boy. I noticed the other slaves gawking at us, but ignored them.

"B-but young Master! This slave's punishment isn't even over yet-"

I turned around, rage rising in me. "I don't give a damn! Do as I say or I WILL have you fired!" I yelled. The other Authority stared at me dumbfounded. Midnight's wan skin blanched unnaturally from fear and sweat began to appear on his brow. I glared, daring him to defy me. He sighed but brought his horse near the boy.

Said boy looked reluctant to go with him at first, fear profound in his expression. Midnight smirked slightly. I walked over to them, opening my arms in welcome.

"Don't worry I'm going to take care of you. You need to get on the horse." He stared at me, mesmerized before moving hesitantly. Midnight, although disgusted, helped him up when he struggled. Then the Authority grabbed the reins and guided the stallion with me off the field.

...Raise your hand if you are utterly disgusted by Angel

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Raise your hand if you squealed when Natsu came to Gray's rescue

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Raise you hand again if you want to strangle the author for ruining the LyonXGray moment

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