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Laxus was, despite his better judgment, standing just outside of the small town Camellia. He had a small bag with enough supplies for about two weeks slung over his shoulder, although he really doubted he'd need it. He quietly adjusted his headphones as he walked through town. His furred coat billowed out behind him in the wind and he barely took notice from the stares of passersby. No doubt this place was remote enough that visitors rarely frequented this area.
But it wasn't the tiny settlement he was here for, but the mountains that broke through the earth headed for the sky. It didn't take much to realize why this place was so remote. Although the forests were lush with ash and spruce, the wildlife was lacking and most food had to be outsourced. Besides being known for it's abundance of birds, the area was actually quite desolate as far as living creatures went. Hunting was rare as only a few types of squirrels, rabbits, and deer frequented the area. There weren't any shops as most of the shopping was done from the next town over, and inns were scarce. This was mostly a logging town, and it was off-season.
And the reason he was here was just on the other side of the mountain, along a path rarely traversed, on a side of the slopes that hadn't been yet touched by loggers or hikers.
Laxus traversed the tiny town, asking here and there for the correct direction to go, before finally steeling himself and heading in to the dark forest.
Juvia couldn't have been more confusing when he'd talked to her. A conversation that Laxus felt should have been extremely brief ended up turning into much more than he bargained for. Her pale cheeks had flushed a deep crimson when he asked her where Gajeel was headed, didn't seem worried in the least bit that he'd been acting strangely. In fact, she seemed to know a lot more than she was letting on and he briefly wondered if that should worry him or not. At first she tried to dissuade him from following him, and then after a while had started babbling nonstop. He didn't understand most of what she said.
Something about declaring his love?
He ran his fingers through his hair as he traversed the rocky landscape. There was hardly any grass. Most of the plant life consisted of strange, prickly ferns that tugged at his trousers as he walked. It was gorgeous though. The trees were thick despite the dry ground and the sun filtered through the trees to speckle the ground with light. The travelling was rough, though, and he often found himself having to climb up steep slopes to continue on his path.
How did Gajeel even find this place?
He set his thoughts aside as he approached a sheer face. He inclined his neck back to gage the distance, looked to either side to try and find a different way. He crouched, his legs tensing as he estimated how far he'd have to get to the top of the ridge. In a quick-as-light explosion of electricity, he leapt into the air, letting the lightning bolt carry him into the air. The static filled his entire being, exhilarated him as he passed the top of the crest and landed lightly on his feet. He looked down.
He could see the trees rolling like waves, sloping into a low valley in the middle of the four mountains. This was it, his point of no return. Now was the time to decide whether or not he was really going to do this.
"You could always come and check on me,"
He could envision the sly smile that had curled up the side of his face; those poignant, ruby eyes staring up at him in a way that was equally foreign and familiar. He had the sense that he was playing with fire, that he should just turn around and go home now. This whole thing was going to backfire he just knew it.
Only one valid possibility had come to his mind when he'd decided to set out after the Iron Mage.
He shook the idea out of his head quickly.
If that were the case, he'd turn tail and run the opposite direction. He was just here to make sure the infuriating man was alright. Nothing more. And if he was he would leave. That was all.
He had a strange nervousness broiling in his stomach that made him hesitate just before jumping down. He set his jaw, gripped his jacket over his shoulders, and jumped. Using his lightning magic once again, he zipped down the ridge into the valley, his eyes quickly adjusting to the change in light.
It was much darker here. The mountains surrounding did well to block most of the sunlight and what they didn't block the even denser trees did their best to consume. For a minute, Laxus just stood in the dim shadows, as much in no hurry to move as he was completely at a loss for direction. If he were to look for an angry Gajeel Redfox, where would he go?
He tipped his head back and closed his eyes. He breathed deeply through his nose and out his mouth, tasting the air like an animal. He listened intently as he inhaled, the silence around him consuming him. He couldn't smell anything. No faint scent of iron or trace or Dragon Slayer magic. Nothing but the invasive smells of the forest greeted him. He was contemplating just turning around and leaving, thinking briefly that maybe he'd gone to the wrong place or Juvia had just steered him wrong, when he suddenly realized just how silent it was in this part of the wood.
The wind shifted, coming at him from the completely opposite direction as before. With it, came a scent that crashed into him like a train. His golden eyes widened and a smoldering fire ignited in his core in reaction to it. He clenched his fists, turned on his heel to begin his flight. He was desperately trying to ignore the feeling that was screaming for him to seek out the source of the enticing scent, to find it and subdue it to his will. He wanted to fight, a tremor slipping down his spine in reaction to the intense feeling. But he wouldn't, refused to let this happen again. He had rational thought, so he could leave. Now.
A branch snapping in the foliage made him hesitate for just an instant before he felt hands on him, gripping his collar and crashing him in a tree. His head hit the bark hard, momentarily causing stars to fill his vision. He blinked wildly, letting out a threatening growl as he held onto a corded forearm. Familiar laughter had him opening his eyes to blood red irises.
Gajeel was holding his entire weight in one hand against the tree; eyes alight with wicked mischief as he looked up at the blonde. A wide grin was set on his features and his hair was even more a disheveled mess than usual. But what had Laxus's heart beating so frantically wasn't the wild look in Gajeel's eyes or the way his silver scales were glittering in the subdued light, it was the overpowering scent of the man. He recognized it but never had it been so full of need. He'd encountered it on stage, in the man's house, and even in the bathhouse, but never had it caused the reaction in the veins that was happening now.
"Well, well," Gajeel chuckled darkly, his teeth gleaming up at him, "And here I thought I was going to spend this long week alone."
"Gajeel…" Laxus started but Gajeel dropped him, letting him land hard on the ground. He squatted down until he was almost eye-level with the Lightning Mage, his cunning smile quickening his pulse to a whole new level, "I…"
"Just came to check on me, hmm?" his canines looked impossibly sharp as he ran the tip of his tongue against them, his ebony locks spiking down his shoulder. He reached a red-gloved hand out to grip Laxus's chin harshly, tipping his head at a compromising angle, "Is that all you came to do?"
"Gajeel let go!" Laxus snapped, his electricity sparking around them, threatening to snap at the wild Dragon Slayer. He went to slap his hand away but Gajeel took his free hand and gripped his wrist, twisting it to a painful angle that caused him to grit his teeth. He suddenly felt completely powerless, something he didn't take lightly.
A growl weaved through the Raven Haired Mage's lips, silencing his struggle, "Why would I do that? I like you this way," he twisted until Laxus's wrist popped dangerously and the man grunted against the pain, his lightning ceasing as the pain threatened to travel up his forearm, "Not a very fun place to be, is it?"
"Just fucking let me go," Laxus seethed.
"So what? You can finally give me some goddamn peace and quiet?" Gajeels face lowered until his lips barely brushed porcelain skin, "It's a little late for that…"
His tongue went flush against Laxus's jugular, trailing like a line of fire up his throat to his jawline. He nipped at his flesh, listening intently to the hiss that escaped the man's lips. A malicious laugh bubbled from Gajeel's chest.
"Look at that, I ain't even bit you yet and you're already nice and sensitive," a rough hand gripped Laxus's thigh, pushing the tip of it's thumb greedily against the inside of his leg, "I like it."
A shiver ran down Laxus's spine and he tried to struggle from him. Gajeel only twisted his wrist farther causing pain to sear up to Laxus's elbow and making it apparent that Gajeel didn't care if he broke his wrist or not. He pulled his arm up and pressed it against the tree, forcing Laxus to arch his back to try to relieve the tension. But as he did that, Gajeel dropped his knees on either side of him, sitting astride his waist. The hand that had been gripping his thigh he turned into a pointed talon, running the sharp claw up to the bottom of his shirt, pressing it threateningly into his skin. It travelled up his navel, over each ridge of his abs, and up his chest until he completely sliced through his violet shirt, a thin red line travelling up his entire front until it ceased just under his jaw.
Laxus hissed at the pain from his wrist, from the scratch that just barely marred his flesh. It hadn't been enough to break the skin, only enough to leave an angry red scrape up his skin. Laxus had never liked sharp pains and he didn't like the way Gajeel grinned down at him from his perch on the Lightning Mage's hips.
"What's the matter, princess? Don't like a little pain?"
"What the hell did you just call me?" Laxus growled up at him.
Gajeel just smirked, "I kinda like that face on you. Show me again."
"The hell I will," Laxus clenched his teeth defiantly. Who the hell did he think he was?
Gajeel's face dipped incredibly close to his, his free hand intertwining into his locks and pulling his head back to the point of discomfort. He felt his tongue again, this time closely followed by fangs threatening his skin. A tremor started from where Gajeel's lips connected with Laxus's skin and rushed to his loins, bunching his stomach and making a stray moan escape his lips. He could feel Gajeel's smile pressing against his neck, a warm kiss that made it's way down his clavicle.
Laxus could feel his member hardening, was trying to calm himself against it. But Gajeel could feel the tension against his pants, sensed the discomfort from the man below him. He brought his hand down to cup the growing bulge, pressing a thumb harshly against thick fabric. Laxus couldn't retreat although he pressed closer to the trunk of the tree behind him, eliciting a chuckle from the male above him.
"As much as you took advantage of me and you're suddenly so shy," Gajeel grinned down at him, causing blush to rise to the Lightning Mage's cheeks, "If I were a better man, I'd just bite you now and let you use that as an excuse for what's happening to you right now," Laxus's stomach rolled nervously under the hungry, bloody gaze that was obviously stripping him with its critical look, "But you've pissed me off."
He pressed Laxus's erection even harder, causing him to gasp and arch his back against the pressure.
"So I won't let you have an excuse," Laxus felt the other man's breath hot against his earlobe as his voice dropped to a tantalizing whisper, "You're going to moan my name, Laxus Dreyer, before I even let you taste a drop of venom."