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Laxus kept his distance from the Iron Dragon for the rest of the night, watching him make his way through mug after mug of beer. He occasionally entertained his own glass, which was usually accompanied by Mira's mischievous smile, and a slight flaunt of her voluptuous cleavage. He would smirk and flirt with her slightly, although halfheartedly. More than anything he was watching Gajeel, though.

His body language was different. His smell altered just slightly. He'd picked up just a whiff when they'd been singing on stage. It was something he'd yet to experience since acquiring his new dragon instincts and with his lack of understanding he couldn't place it. But whatever it was, it was primal and warm. It reminded him of a rough fight or a fiery touch…

"He seems to be having trouble holding his liquor," Mira sighed, leaning against the bar and tilting her head to gaze at the Iron Mage, "A few more drinks and he'll start getting rowdy and someone will have to walk him home."

She looked at Laxus pointedly.

"Me?" he wrinkled his nose at her.

"You wanted to know what happened during your mission, didn't you?" her eyes glinted in the dim light, her voice hushed so the other Slayer wouldn't be able to hear her, "He has a hard time staying quiet when he's drunk."

"You're pretty crafty, you know that Mirajane?" Laxus's lips quirked upward in a sly grin.

She flipped her ivory locks gracefully, "I know. But I kind of wish you'd walk me home instead,"

"Mira…" he dropped his voice, his grin disappearing just slightly, "I thought we talked about this…"

"I know, I know," she crossed her arms, causing her breasts to swell as she gazed over at the Iron Slayer, "I guess I'll be finding someone else to spend my time with."

"A woman like you could have any man you'd want," he offered with a slight quirk of his brow.

"Yes… any man except you," she winked at him before returning to the counter to make a few more drinks for a couple of girls who walked up.

Laxus ran his fingers through his hair before pushing himself out of his chair and heading for the Iron Mage. He was guzzling down the rest of his mug, his whole body swaying back just a tad too far as he did. Laxus could smell the alcohol from his breath; so thick it was a surprise to him Gajeel hadn't already passed out. But no, he slammed his mug onto the hardwood and demanded another to which Mira shot him a devil glare.

"I think you've had enough," Laxus placed a palm on his shoulder, his yellow eyes locking with Gajeel's swimming red. The veins in his eyes were engorged with blood, making his eyes appear smoky and dark pink around the melted ruby irises. They struggled to focus for just a moment, sweeping swiftly behind the hulking Lightning Dragon to survey any onlookers behind him. It suddenly occurred to Laxus that he was still somewhat in his right mind, or maybe it was just the Phantom Lord training showing through the dozens of mugs of alcohol. He was still methodical even when drunk.

"Did I ask for your opinion, Sparky?" his voice almost startled Laxus, more just a low, feral growl than a voice at all. Laxus glanced up to Mirajane who shot the two men a wary look before turning back to smile at her customers. Gajeel hadn't moved his gaze the entire time. There was no venom in his stare but more a challenge for Laxus to try to move him and see what would happen.

"Mira's gonna cut you off anyway, Redfox," Laxus said coolly, "You probably can't even walk."

"I can walk just fine," he snapped still too low to attract attention. Angrily, he shrugged off Laxus's grasp and rose shakily, gripping the bar hard enough to warp the wood under his popping knuckles. His eyes adjusted and readjusted, his body swaying in his drunken stupor as his mind tried its best to muddle through the best route to the exit. After a few moments he finally stepped forward, making his way languidly towards the exit. Laxus followed after him, not daring to offer a hand lest the Iron Mage start a ruckus and Mira lose her temper with him once and for all. The chilled air was a blessing in a sense as it seemed to snap the shorter mage just slightly back to his bearings.

"Where do you live, Redfox?" Laxus crossed his arms and came up beside him, watching his eyes look blearily ahead.

"That way…" he sighed, his breath forming a foggy puff in front of his face. Laxus didn't ask him if he needed help, knowing well enough that Gajeel would immediately deny it. Instead he just casually slipped his arm underneath Gajeel's and let him stumble against him for their journey to a small house on the outskirts of Magnolia.

Laxus was a little shocked at the condition of the place. The outside was shabby with barren gardens that hadn't been tended to by the two bachelors who lived there. But while the outside was rugged in appearance and not much to behold, as Gajeel opened the door Laxus was immediately greeted with the gentle scents of a well made home. Gajeel stumbled forward, leaving Laxus in the doorway as he threw his keys towards a nightstand and missed. He stalked into the small home, shedding his jacket and boots as he walked before finally making it to the side of the couch where he toppled over the arm to land solidly on the cushions.

"Make yerself a'home," was his only welcome as Laxus quietly shut the door.

"All the missions you take and this was the best house you could afford?" he treaded softly up to couch, crossing his arms over the back and leaning over to meet hazed eyes below.

"Tch, no one wanted t'take in the man that destroyed the Fairy Tail guild," his lip quirked up in a crooked grin as he met Laxus's gaze, "Besides, 'used to be a lot worse. Fixed up half this shit hole b'm'self."

"I see," Laxus didn't return his smile; just let the two lapse into charged silence. He didn't know how to ease the conversation where he wanted it to go without bringing up the Iron Mage's guard. Gajeel, it seemed, was already on to him.

"If you're gonna say it, Sparky, jist get it over with," his head lulled to the side as he spoke, his raven hair spilling over the edge of the couch. Laxus could still smell the alcohol on his breath even from so far away. His feet hung lazily over the arm of the couch, just not long enough to graze the floor.

"I still can't remember," he conceded, staring at Gajeel's facial features. His studs glistened slightly in the dim light from the windows, his ruby eyes still swimming drunkenly despite how still he'd become, "I want you to tell me."

"I told you, remember it by yerself. I ain't helpin' ya," he pushed himself up angrily, wavered a moment, and then made his way past the couch for the hall. Laxus growled and grabbed his shoulder, this time digging his fingertips into the hard muscle. He spun the Iron Mage around and pinned him to the wall. Gajeel's attempts at freedom were muddled by his drunkenness and all he could do was glare up at the yellow-eyed Slayer.

"Just. Tell. Me."

"You think you can just fucking bully me like some little shit?" Gajeel spat up at him, ruby eyes filled with rage. Laxus met his irate stare, his mind trying to find a way to make him speak. Why wouldn't he just say what happened? What was it he was hiding? Weakness? Fear?

Laxus relented with a sigh, his grip loosening, "I want to know…"

"There ain't noth-!"

"…I want to know why I'm having these nightmares," Laxus diverted his gaze to the wall just beside Gajeel's ear, staring at the wood that desperately needed to be repainted. He couldn't meet the Iron Mage's gaze for some reason. It was like he was spilling his guts to him, and he didn't like how forced it felt, "I want to know if I really did that to you. I want to know why I was trying to kill you, why I almost succeeded. Why is my body changing? Why did I suddenly start hearing things and seeing things I never could before?"

He brought his eyes up to Gajeel's, noticing how the red shifted quietly in the shadows of the quiet house. They were just slightly wide from where he was trying to hide his surprise. His breathing was controlled, trying not to give away whatever thoughts were going through his mind. Laxus took in a silent breath, his lungs immediately filling with the smell of Gajeel. The same scent, the feral, raw aroma that had him reeling on stage earlier filled his lungs. His face was dipping lower, keeping those bloody eyes as he became strikingly close.

"I want to know… why you smell like that…" his voice was low, not quite a growl. Immediately, Gajeel's façade cracked and he brought his hands up to grip Laxus's collar, holding him in place.

"Yer too damn close if you can smell me, you ass…" his voice was rough and angry but his hands were just barely shaking, his eyes recalling something Laxus didn't have the luxury of remembering.

"Why are you shaking?" Laxus's voice was even lower now, not a whisper but no longer demanding to know, "How can I make it so you're not afraid of me anymore?"

"I'm not…"

"You don't get scared. You don't lose control. Everything that you do, you allow to happen. So what could I have possibly done to…" his hands grasped where Gajeel's held his collar, gently loosening his grip, "make your hands shake like this?"

"Tch, what the hell does it matter?" he mumbled, his jaw clenching angrily. Laxus leaned forward, taking a deep breath in. The scent worked its way through his ribs, his arms, swimming through his body hungrily, "Oi! Back the hell up!"

Laxus felt like his mind was fuzzy. Without hesitation, he crossed the empty space between them, pushing Gajeel's hands away from his collar. To Laxus's surprise, his grasp relinquished and he seemed to shrink back against the wall as if he expected it to swallow him up at any minute, or maybe he wanted it to. He turned his head to the side, tossing his Raven locks as he did so and glared at Laxus out of the corner of his eye. Laxus was inches away. He could feel the other Slayer's heat thrumming like energy between them.

"Laxus…" his voice contained a warning even though he knew he couldn't fight the larger Mage off. He was too tired, too drunk to do anything.

"I just…" Laxus's breath was catching in his throat. He felt like he wasn't in control of his own body anymore. It was reacting to whatever scent was falling from Gajeel's pores like a toxin. He leaned down towards tanned skin covering hard muscle. His lips pressed against the warmth of Gajeel's neck, feeling his pulse slamming into high gear at the contact.

"Laxus… stop…"

"Laxus stop!"

I can't…

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His tongue slipped from between his lips, running a cool trail up Gajeel's neck to his jaw. He could feel Gajeel's muscles contract, the shakiness of the breath that he took in. His scent seemed to explode all around them, making Laxus's body react in strange ways. He wanted more. He wanted to taste his skin, to feel him in intimate ways. The logical part of his brain was berating his actions, screaming for him to pull back that instant and leave in the hopes that Gajeel was too drunk to really comprehend what was going on. But his hands didn't release the prisoner under him, his lips didn't desist their ascent of Gajeel's jaw to his ear, his teeth pulling at one of the studs that was held there.

Gajeel's breath was in tatters and his body was shaking. Why was he still shaking? How was Laxus still scaring him even now?

"Laxus… please…"

"L-Laxus… Stop… I can't…"

Laxus brought his hand up to cup the Iron Mage's chin, tilting it towards him and meeting his bloody eyes again. They were guarded and chilled, reliving something Laxus couldn't even guess. His lips were pressed in a tight line, his body trying to keep itself together as he met Laxus's golden eyes.

"I don't want you to be scared," Laxus whispered against Gajeel's lips, his breath ghosting across the Iron Mage's face.

"Then please, let me go."

"I… I can't…"

His lips pressed against Gajeel's. They were warm and fierce, unrelenting, not soft and supple like he'd been used to. But it wasn't bad, in fact he relished the feeling of them fighting him for dominance. But he wasn't stopping there; his body was riled. His tongue pushed against him, prying for entrance and Gajeel tried to pull away from him. Laxus held his chin and pulled back briefly, letting a sigh roll from his mouth.

"Laxus, stop… this isn't… you don't want to do this."

I can't stop…

Laxus's kisses were becoming fiercer, pulling tattered breaths from the Iron Dragon. His hands constricted around Gajeel's wrists, keeping them trapped against the wall. His tongue pushed into Gajeel's mouth, sliding against the warm muscle hidden past his lips. Gajeel was fighting him, refusing to deepen the kiss despite the heat rising to his skin. He tossed his head back, breaking their contact with heavy breaths. Laxus didn't lose any steam, however, and continued his assault on Gajeel's neck, nipping at his skin and running hot trails up corded muscle with his tongue.

He wanted more. Felt lust like a beast, clawing through his chest to be released on the man in front of him. He released Gajeel's wrists to run his hands up his forearms and grip his biceps. Laxus could feel the muscles constricting and releasing beneath his fingers, couldn't help his hands from wandering to the button-down shirt he'd worn on stage that night. They were working without his command, running up the fabric and disheveling the otherwise neat garment that concealed the Iron Mage's form. Laxus pulled apart his shirt, revealing a scarred chest that was heaving with ragged breaths.

"L-Laxus…" Gajeel breathed, trying his best to resist Laxus's advances with no avail. He dug his claws into Laxus's arms, trying to halt their procession across his chest, "Laxus… please. You have to… stop…"

Laxus kissed down his throat, nipped at his collar and was making his way down his chest. Gajeel was shuddering under his touch, his whole body responding readily to Laxus's touches and licks. Shivers of pleasure were crawling up and down his spine the farther down Laxus went. His stomach bunched with nervous tension and expectation as Laxus's lips touched his peck and began a hot trail down his abs. He hissed out a breath when he felt the wet heat of Laxus's tongue run across the line of his trousers.

"Sh-shit… Laxus, wait!"

But he wasn't paying any mind to Gajeel's protests. He was running his tongue over the lip of the fabric, his fangs piercing into the offending clothing in an aggressive tug downwards. One of his hands was easily flicking open the metallic button that was holding the clothing in place whilst the other drew daringly close to the bulge that was throbbing in Gajeel's pants. Frantically, Gajeel tried to stop Laxus from continuing but in his drunkenness he reeled to the side and stumbled, digging his nails into the wall as he crashed to the floor.

Laxus was hungry, was craving more of Gajeel's flesh to touch, to kiss, to taste. He took the opportunity readily and pounced on the still disorientated drunk. He nipped his skin gently while his hands hastily fumbled Gajeel's hardened member out of his pants and boxers, relishing the hiss that escaped his partner's lips at Laxus's touch. He took hold of the ready member without hesitation, the soft skin a contrast to his calloused hands. It was warm and throbbing in his grasp, ever hardening as he circled his fingers around the shaft and slid them downwards.

Gajeel's claws dug into Laxus's shoulders, weakly trying to push him away despite the glaze that was quickly covering his eyes. After just a few pumps he was barely resisting at all, instead his breath was ghosting out of his mouth rapidly whilst Laxus worked him.

"Laxus…" the name was no more than a wonton groan escaping the other man's lips and it caused the hair to raise on the back of Laxus's neck. He pumped harder, his tongue running a hot trail up Gajeel's throat as he worked. He felt incredibly aroused, totally empowered. He could see every muscle on the Iron Mage's chest and stomach tense and release, his thighs beginning to shudder as he came ever closer to release.

Laxus's tongue travelled south, mapping out a path across Gajeel's tanned chest and scarred stomach. He was making his way to his navel, and then crossing the low sloping V leading to his ultimate goal. He hesitated just a moment before pushing the warm organ to his lips and running his tongue across the tip, tasting the bead of semen which had swollen there from lust. His eyes flicked up towards Gajeel's, watching the mage's ruby irises swim in ecstasy as they rolled backwards and his back arched, thrusting his hips upwards into Laxus's mouth. The hands that had been placed firmly on his shoulders to keep him away were suddenly making their way towards golden locks in order to help him angle deeper and before he knew it, Laxus was taking the Iron Mage's full member into his mouth.

The smooth skin slid past his sharp canines towards his uvula, desperately trying to sheath as far into the Lightning Dragon's throat as possible. Laxus's eyes widened, his mind trying to make his throat loosen and allow more of the organ inside. A deep groan ripped its way from the Iron Mage's lips as Laxus moved his tongue against his shaft, constricting his mouth as he sucked gently. He slid his head up and down, his eyes staying trained on the face above him. Gajeel was lost in the pleasure, his claws digging into Laxus's golden locks as he helped him move to the right rhythm. He was relentless in his want, pulling Laxus down hard and grinding his hips into the suction.

Laxus deep throated him until his lips were pushed against Gajeel's hilt. He could feel his muscles shaking and a curse slip into a wonton groan as heat shot into his mouth. Laxus's eyes widened as he processed what had just happened, swallowing down the warm cum quickly and leaning back onto his heels. He was out of breath, suddenly startled at everything that had just happened. His eyes whipped over to Gajeel's, meeting a set of bleary red eyes. He lay there for an impossibly quiet moment, not removing his gaze before finally his eyelids fluttered closed.