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Gajeel stumbled through the cave, pulling Laxus after him all the way. He knew he was in deep pain but wouldn't allow them to stop. If he had to fight the other mage and act as a shield for Laxus there was no way he'd last. The mage, Ceatus was his name, had already proven that he would take an advantage if it was given and Laxus in his current state was just that.

"Red… fox…" Laxus panted, coming to a halt and falling to his knees, "I can't… can't…"

"Dammit…" Gajeel growled, looking behind them anxiously. He stayed in a tense silence for a moment, listening to see if they were being pursued. The only sound was that of Laxus panting, his breathing much more labored than when they had set out earlier. Gajeel could smell the blood filling the air and knelt down to help him sit back.

"I can't… run… anymore…" Laxus grunted as Gajeel leaned down to check on him, "She… threw something… at me…"

"She what?" Gajeel wrinkled up his nose, "Do you know what it was?"

"Something glass," he panted, his arms shaking as he tried to keep himself up. Gajeel quickly slid off Laxus's jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt. Laxus didn't object, just punched the ground as he winced from pain when Gajeel pulled the blood-soaked clothing away.

"Bitch got ya good," Gajeel growled, quickly finding the shards and pulling them out. His fingers were clumsy from fatigue and he tried to cause as little discomfort as possible as he worked.

"I feel strange…" Laxus huffed, his breaths beginning to hitch again, "Lightheaded…"

"Can you lean forward?" Gajeel grunted, putting a hand to his back and helping him up, "You've lost a lot of blood. You probably need to eat and rest…"

"Not that… hot…" Laxus's hands were shaking; his skin felt like it was crawling. He was panting and couldn't calm his breathing. His heart wouldn't slow, just kept hammering at an alarming pace, "Why is it so hot?"

"Calm down," Gajeel tried to keep his voice calm despite his worry. He'd never seen Laxus like this before. Had he really lost that much blood? Or was it because of whatever that bitch had thrown at him? But most potions had to be swallowed to take effect… unless this was specifically designed differently. And with her trade, that probably wouldn't be too surprising if it was…

Gajeel froze as a scent started to mix with Laxus's natural smell. His pheromones were changing drastically, turning muskier and aggressive. He was panting harder, his canines starting to extend and quick shocks of electricity were zigzagging through the air to snap at Gajeel's metallic skin.

"What's going on… with me…?" Laxus groaned, his eyes sparking yellow as his anger started to grow, "What is this?!"

"Laxus, calm down…" Gajeel said coolly, trying to act as if nothing was wrong, "I need to stitch your wound again…"

"Don't touch me!" Laxus punched him in the chest hard, making him fall backwards.

"Laxus, you need to calm down…"

"Like hell I can do that!" he roared, pushing himself up and stumbling to the side, "What's wrong with me?!"

"You just need some fresh air," Gajeel huffed, not moving from his spot on the ground, "That's all. You're going to be fine…"

"You know what's going on, don't you?" Laxus regarded him harshly, fury making lightning spark even harder around him, "Tell me!"

"Laxus, I don't-"

Laxus grabbed him by the collar and flung him against the wall his fingers constricting harshly around his throat. Gajeel gripped his wrists as tightly as he could, doing his best to keep from being throttled by the raging Thunder Dragon. Laxus's face was close, electricity making Gajeel's body flinch as each bolt made his muscles contort involuntarily. He gritted his teeth to keep from calling out.

"What's wrong with me?" Laxus's growl shook his ribs as he spoke.

"You're going into heat…" Gajeel choked out.

"You know I can't," Laxus sent volts into the Iron Slayer's body, making him grunt as he tried not to scream from the pain, "I'm not a real Slayer, remember?"

"Laxus, I can't-"

Laxus sent more electricity into him. He wouldn't call out, only gritted his teeth and arched his back in pain. It enraged him. Why wouldn't he tell him what was going on? Obviously he knew. Why was Laxus the only one who felt like this? This was all Gajeel's fault. If he hadn't insisted on exploring the caves they would have never been caught. He should have just attacked back in the forest when he'd first heard that psycho bitch's voice. What did Gajeel even know about this shit? Laxus was the S-class mage here, not him. He shouldn't have ever listened to the dumb brute in the first place. This was all Gajeel's fault.

"Laxus stop!" Gajeel screamed, his voice choking in his throat as another blast of lightning hit him. Laxus only growled in reply, his mind lost in the heat. Gajeel screamed as another volt had his body warping from the pain. He could barely breathe with Laxus's choking hold around his throat and each hit sucked the little breath he had out of his lungs. Finally, Laxus threw him to the other wall of the cave and Gajeel cracked his head against the stone. He felt dizzy, his body still wracked with pain as the residual effect of the lightning attacks made his muscles shake and his heart beat irregularly.

He had barely lifted himself up when Laxus kicked him in the face, whipping his head back to hit the stone wall again. He felt dizzy and something hot and sticky was trickling down his face. His vision was blurry, his strength failing. Another attack had him screaming again, his body bending into unnatural positions as it sought release from the pain.

"Laxus…" he groaned out, "Stop…"

He felt himself being lifted up from the ground again, strong hands gripping his throat. He couldn't breathe, his windpipe was being crushed. He held onto Laxus's arms weakly, his lungs screeching for the air they couldn't claim. He had to think, get Laxus to stop before he was killed.

With as much strength as he could muster, Gajeel kicked him in his wounded side. He fell hard to the ground, gasping for breath as Laxus staggered and fell backwards roaring from the pain his wound was enduring. Gajeel pulled himself to his hands and knees, still coughing and gasping as he tried feebly to crawl away. A hand gripped his ankle and pulled him back. Laxus was over him, hands aimed for his neck again and Gajeel tried to keep them away. Blood was making it hard for him to see and he didn't know if he could endure another attack before he blacked out.

"Laxus…" he panted, his voice hoarse from the abuse to his throat, "Snap out of it…"

Blinding yellow consumed him, had him screaming from the pain he didn't think he could take any longer. From the bottom of his heart, he thought he was going to die. His mind couldn't think of a way to get out. His body was at its limit. His iron shield couldn't protect him against the lightning attacks but only magnify the pain.

He was actually going to die.

Laxus was panting over his bloody and broken form. There was a look of finality in his eyes as he charged his next attack. Gajeel just gazed at him, feverish from the pain and unable to fight him any longer.

He was going to die, killed by a friend no less. Why was this so ironic?

Maybe it was Gajeel being delirious or just his brain's last attempt at finding a way to live, but an idea started to unfold in his mind. He arched his back, closing his eyes as he ground his hips against the figure above him. Instead of releasing another attack, Laxus gasped. The furious yellow sparks in is eyes vanished and he dropped his head. Gajeel froze.

"What the…" Laxus was breathless, lost in his instinctive desires. Gajeel leaned his head back, closing his eyes as Laxus's pheromones changed again. His aggression was dissipating and being replaced with something else, something much more primal.

"Shit…" Gajeel turned his head away from the Lightning Slayer's face when he felt him grinding against him. Something very akin to fear bunched up in his stomach. What was he supposed to do now?

"What the hell do you think you're doing…?" Laxus's voice was deep but weak, his yellow eyes glittering with a totally different rage than he had before as Gajeel pressed his thumbs into the blonde's hips, his cheeks flaring with red heat of a totally different kind.

But Laxus's hands had gone slack. His arms on either side of the raven-haired mage's face. Gajeel could hear his knuckles creaking as he balled his fingers into tight fists. Gajeel's heart was hammering erratically. He couldn't believe what he was doing as he slowly glided calloused hands up porcelain abs, gaining a shuttering gasp from the Lightning Dragon above him.

"Don't fucking… touch me… like that…" he growled, though the anger from before had all but completely subsided. Laxus's mind was getting fuzzier and fuzzier, like he was just watching this happen to someone else. This wasn't really his pulse that was filling with fire, it wasn't really Gajeel's touch that was sending gooseflesh running across his skin like it was going to eat him alive. He was gazing down into swimming red eyes; eyes that were filled to the brim with so many things. He could see pain, fear, and shame surfacing as his thumbs hooked to Laxus's pockets, barely shimmying his waistline enough that his member had to resist against it.

Laxus's veins were filling with a new aggression, a new need that was quickly claiming the few remaining sane thoughts he still had. He squeezed his eyelids closed against it, against the muscles that were telling him to collapse on the man under him, against the urges that were screaming for him to commit an entirely different set of atrocities on the barely functioning body shivering so close to him. He heard Gajeel swallow hard, felt his heat getting so much closer. It wasn't until Laxus opened his eyes did he realize he'd leaned down so close to the tanned face underneath him. Gajeel's head was turned to the side, eyes glaring at something in the darkness surrounding them. Despite the clear stiff discomfort he could feel in the scarred man, he couldn't bring himself to pull away. He should have been appalled, stumbling away from the compromising position they were in, but he couldn't. He found himself staring at the sweat gleaming off of his neck, the artery pulsing so quickly it made the muscle beneath tanned skin jump.

Laxus's eyes were already glazing over with lust, a look that chilled Gajeel's veins. Laxus lowered his head again, this time planting kisses down the Iron Mage's neck. He couldn't believe this was happening, but then, what did he expect? Whatever it was, it wasn't that Laxus would suddenly go from wanting to kill him to wanting to mate with him. Gajeel swallowed hard when he felt Laxus's fangs pushing harshly against the skin of his throat.

"Laxus…!" Gajeel pushed his face away, gaining a curious and agitated look from the Lightning Mage, "D-Don't…"

Laxus brought his hand up to Gajeel's chin, a feather light touch compared to the brutal attacks from earlier. His lips were pressing against Gajeel's collar, travelling up to his jaw and stopping at his pierced ear. His tongue was hot and it pressed hungrily against Gajeel's skin, causing a chill to run through him. He was beginning to get impatient, trying to push Gajeel's hands down so he couldn't fight back.

Gajeel swallowed hard, so many different emotions running through him he didn't know what to do. He couldn't let this continue or else Laxus might actually try to have sex with him, but if he made him angry again he might not be alive to be mortified by the entire event tomorrow. He didn't want to die especially when his pride was the only thing that was going to mean the difference between life and death. But he couldn't help the degradation that was making it hard to swallow as Laxus's kisses made their way down to the base of his collar, his teeth once again threatening to break his skin.

He pressed his hips against Laxus's again, causing the man to let out a low moan. Reluctantly, shakily, Gajeel moved his hand down to the growing erection in Laxus's pants and pressed against it. Laxus gasped, a light blush beginning to tinge his cheeks.

"I ain't gonna fuck ya," Gajeel said quietly, seemingly more to himself than Laxus, "I'm just gonna calm you down."