My eyes stick onto the scene, and it replays, each moment replays as if for the pure sake of taunting my chaotic mind. Still gasping for breath slightly, lightheadness disappearing, and then I feel cheated. Because I was supposed to be calming down, but everything was contradicting me and the 'snap' of each punch made my gut drop faster. It was wrong, because although I didn't fucking need it, the man I flew to for stablity, protection, was getting beat up by a man I've never previously heard of. Continuous punches, magic attacks, that made no sense in logic, but maybe my logic isn't working correctly with my brain still lose of oxygen. Because Laxus was doing almost nothing, small defenses, little attempts at counterhits, his face keeps getting hit most of all- and it doesn't function with who I know the man to be. Bile is in my throat, my head is practically floating away, my body feels as if a boulder is sitting heavy on top of me. First them now this, watching the man I've admired for so so long just taking it is wrong.
My stupor breaks, I'm mad, I'm hurt and everything is just so much more enhanced. "THROW DOWN SOME LIGHTNING!" He doesn't even glance at me, and though he isn't the most affectionate person in the world -though getting better- he would have looked. He would have drawn his eyes to me for a moment, but he doesn't he isn't paying any attention to anything but defending and Laxus- my Laxus, wouldn't just be defending unless necessary. I let my growl slip out, and its loud enough to ring in my ears. Swearing is not something I really do but- but that isn't MY Laxus- "KICK HIS FUCKING ASS YOU BASTARD!" I'm leaning half way over the damn blocker. And then it happens, both men waver- their bodies literally become see through and some loud noises that don't match the current status of the fight. Something crashes loud, the sound of breaking rock- before the illusion completely dissipates, and there is my Laxus, my boyfriend; standing tall standing over his own father- and though I cannot see his face. I know he is angry, I can see how he is standing, so rigid, and I know he's glaring; because I've seen him like that, I've indured that same look before- but, I don't think he was ever heaving in restraint when those incidents happened; he is right now.
Everything in my head is crushing so far, so deep, my stomach torn open in darkened disbelief at how my friends had looked at me. But even so- his dominating stance looming over a man that has given him mental strife -and its obvious that he had- is just uplifting, some of it flows away. Flows away as I feel the pricklings of joy, and my grin spreading wide. Maybe I'm just proud, maybe I'm just happy to see someone in the wrong knocked out by a powerful fist, maybe that shooting of warmth in the pit of my stomach isn't desire, want, -but really there is no 'maybe,' its all of the above. I watch the crazy bastard being pulled away laughing all the while. Laxus sighing, and I know its in disappointment- he probably still feels affection for his father, even if its only minor.
The prospectors clean up the mess, and I stare at Laxus as he takes place back with his team, I know I'm grinning and it feels good against the black in my mind. Then Wendy gets called and I feel her shiver against me, I let my hand grip her shoulder and let just a little bit of my gay -happy- pride show, but she doesn't question it, just smiles back and bolts towards the door at the bottom.
I'm cheering for her even before she gets there, even if the blatant stares on my back from my teammates is more smoldering then my fire.
It makes me flinch, as a teather, a thread tugging me back towards my family as they speak excitedly together, but the thrill of celebration is lost to me. My rejection is slamming unto me just as any wall of hit when thrown, except my back aches, my chest, my legs and arms, and my eyes are dripping from the force of the impact. Maybe tomorrow I can pick myself up from the rubble and face everyone else, but I'm still down at the moment, and facing their piercing eyes is not something I can handle with the bruising forming on my back. Grey will say words, he'll speak, he won't hold back and all will be worse, but I still can't get my legs to turn and face the fire. Cowardice, I'm not used to feeling, but its oddly welcoming, like the warmth of Gramp's hug is, comforting in nature and as it has always been, accepting.
I barely push the door closed, but I can still feel it click shit behind, the soft light warming the room in atmosphere. Warming even though I'd considered not turning it on and just letting myself succum to the depression clouding my head. It doesn't stop me from opening the curtains and looking towards the changing sky, as it drifts into a fiery orange, red cresting at the bottom. It makes me hiccup as my tears start prickling again, I don't want to look at an undisputablely symbolic sunset, but I still am, and my hands are still tight on the curtains.
The door bangs open behind me though, and that sends instinct into my brain, turning fast and tugging at the fabric in my hands taught. It slams again as Laxus's large figure stands proud before it. I stare at him, for only a minute though -not even that.- Before he's holding onto me, and the solid chest beneath me is violently comforting, the muscle beneath feels like protection- I feel like I need it, I need it. I feel threatened, cruelly threatened by those I cannot bare to attack. His hand is coiled into my hair, perhaps tight in comparison to what is necessary. I force my head away from his warmth to look at his eyes, they will always be fierce and empowered.
"Laxus-" They are too empowered when I look, and my throat closes; they're smoldering, there's heat there, his body is trembling slightly but and his knees are lowing him slightly down- our gazes locked, he looks fierce, but its different from being powerful- its restraint, a pure restraint. And there, I have to shutter as my leg gets slightly cooler, his fingers brush against the outside of my thigh, hitching up my skirt. My breath is coming in small intervals, as slowly, his too large hand cups my hip overtop of my black panties -I'd choosen them happily without him noticing when we had been in the store.- He's caressing the lace at the top, moving closer to the front and its so sensitive there that my body shutters in response and I gasp at the feeling. Our eyes have been locked the entire time. He's testing me as he slowly moves us to towards the bed.
Maybe theres a trace of hesitance, because his hand losens from its firm grip slightly, but its still there. And that's enough to get my mind to work, hands gripping at his biceps, squeezing at the muscle, he grips tight again. Then, then, he's pushing me down onto the welcoming mattress, he's breathing through his nose only, and I'm only breathing through my mouth. He's pushing me upwards, I have to let go as he full raises himself to hover above me- my cheeks are warm with the intense stare he's giving me. Then familiarity comes as my mind is buzzing, his lips on mine, his chest isn't quite crushing unto me but its not light either. I'm nervous, and as he pulls away, one my small chuckle comes out choked and soft as I can't look him in the eye for a moment, "is it the dress?..." Its a joke, but it isn't at the same time.
His voice rasps out, but still almost silent "no, its just you." A pull comes into my body, nothing I can describe. Then he is crushing me with his body, its making me gasp with his mass, but its not something I can't handle. Especially as both his hands are running along the inside of my thighs, so close, and feeling heightened as one suddenly, experimentally grips me. My chest heaves against his at the sensation, but he props himself up a little on his forearm as he puts it next to my head hand still- down there, and his fabric covered abs are above my eyes -stupid height difference getting in the way.- Giving me opportunity though, my hands are still shaking as my fringers begin to undo each button, as his lower hand is tugging at my underwear lightly, as I reach the fourth button, he tugs harder. As I get closer to the hem of his pants my fingers have just a little more trouble, but his hand has gone to the other side and he tugs sharply down as I lift my hips- just enough, the back of his hand brushes against me. I moan, its the first time anyone had done so without blocking fabric, and its stimulating. My hands are over his abs then and something resembling a moan comes from his lips as I go lower. Feeling a jolt of adrenaline stab me, I kiss at his revealed pectorials tilting my head just enough to reach them, I feel his body tremble and then that one hand is stroking me, more firm then I'd expected. I let my tongue flick out and then he's squeezing.
It leaves though, the encompassing feeling of his hand leaves, and then his arm slides under my waist for some reason. I wiggle at the bulk of muscle suddenly under my back, because I don't get it. But then he flips us around, and I'm lain ontop of him. I want to look at his face, I want to see if I can distinguish what he's thinking, but as I shift my leg, I notice, I have to notice, the hardness against my thigh, way too big for a common man- but fitting so well with his height, the vibration of a moan in my throat is hidden. I don't know why I'd been feeling nervous, I really don't because its so obvious what I want. I let myself shift down as I run my hands down his chest once more before they go to his zipper, forcing the button to pop as I growl at the separation it causes. I spread my thighs over his lower legs -and god how far they have to spread, so muscled and tall.- Theres a jump in my panties, and my hips jolt slightly with the thought.
I'm in the perfect position though- the perfect position, and I tug his pants down, because why the hell should he be wearing any anyway, the muscles in his thighs are so prominent and artistic, his boxers are clinging tight over his legs, trousers shouldn't be covering them. I bite on his inner thigh, suckling at the tensed limb, the muscle quakes at the feeling and I brake away from the spot to pull down the rest of the purple boxers blocking me from what I want. He tenses further, this time I know its in hesitation, he's never done anything with a man before and his mind must be ringing as his proud cock springs forth to meet air. Its already dripping with precum and as I grab it, I'm almost wondering how I'll get him down, still, the large moan -baritone- I get as I lick up from the base is so worth it- I know that I'm going to. I suck unto the tip, because it needed to be done- conscious screaming, instinct pushing me to do so. I'm sucking at the tip but its still thick, very thick, I run my tongue over the very top and I hear a moan mixed with a stangled hiccuping sound from below me, deep and sexy as hell. I push myself further. He's panting just slightly, and as I pass the foreskin, I have to wonder if he likes my lip gloss. Even though I'm going slow my mouth is blocked by his gurth now, and my main method of breathing becomes my nose.
I force myself down further in a quick motion, and gag at the abrupt change as it is in my throat now -not half-way.- But god it feels good, just to have him in my mouth. With a glimpse through blurred vision I can see that his hands aren't doing anything more then clawing into the sheets, his head is thrown back and only the thick column of his neck is on display as he continuously groans. I can't really smirk with the big dick in my mouth, but my lips pull up just a little, I grip the rest of his length I haven't gotten to yet just a little more, a little harder. While I let my other hand grab for his right hand, he makes a sound in minor acknowledgement at the touch but he doesn't look at me. That is until I put his hand right onto my ass, then his eyes are as wide plausible staring at me with smoldering sunset irises.
Then, the unexpected happens. His hand just suddenly grips so hard that I heave a little as I suck, he's snarling, a growl is coming out and its just invading the very air. It isn't anger he's looking at me with though. He looks feral, he's acting feral, as his fingers find my entrance so damn fast, one finger entering just as quick. And my moan vibrates over his cock at the pained sensation. The other is dancing just outside as I pop my mouth off him. Gasping a much needed breath, then my lungs are only giving me uneven breaths because looking down and seeing the expression he's giving me is- dominating.
I let myself collapse onto of him, eightpack against my cheek as he prods at me, and I feel the corner of my mouth let out some drool. I'm gasping ontop of him, and there are already three inside of me, I clamp over them, shuttering at the feeling of them pulling me open even as I snap my body back into straddling him, higher this time, shifting myself onto his lower abdomen. There's a coil in my stomach, a tension, almost a rope pulling me into action, "now, now, now, now-" If I was coherent maybe I wouldn't have said it like that- but fuck being coherent, I want to get fucked not give a fuck.
"That eager for my dick Natsu?" I can hear the smirk he has, but he's growling at me, and protesting is out the window. "I didn't know you were that much of a slut." Something high pitched escapes my throat at that.
"Yes… Please." There are words coming out of my mouth and who knows what they are, I hover over him and he's pulling his fingers out before, just before, before I feel that large stretch.- the ceiling is so damn interesting at that moment. I'm enough of a masocist that I want it to burn.- and maybe he wants to go slow in some type of stupid chivalry, but I sure as hell dont, and even though hes trying to lower me down carefully- I slam myself down.
I gurgle at the burn, but then I'm also screaming in delight. He's in me warm and completely invited. Inside and god, stretch and all I feel whole with the filling feeling. Shifting to the sensation and wanting it everywhere is just part of whats right. His just right hands are clasping my hips, hot and sweated already as he helps me, pulling me up and down, like I want. He still has a form of snarl on his face and he's growling just as loud as he had the first time, pupils wide blown and fired with ferocity. I know I'm drooling, I know I'm panting, that I'm shaking in pleasure -and really what else is there to focus on?- He's inside of me, what else is there to want? My vision is crossed watching his expression as if there's two of him -and wouldn't that be something good,- as he becomes more forceful- I stop having to do anything as simply lifts me up and down with his biceps and abs flexing, a thick slick sheen of sweat plain over his muscles, as he shoves me up and down on his cock, I'm letting it happen and I'm not even moving- well besides clenching him in.
Then theres something more, right into me and he kind of roars the sound alone is enough to get me to scream -I might've squealed- and then, well, everything just goes black as I felt my head slam down onto hard muscle.