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Gajeel straightened and dodged away, sensing the static filling the air before lightning consumed Laxus. Laxus zipped through the trees, faster than even Jet with his Speed Magic. Laxus bit his lip against the need, against the heat flooding through him. God he wanted the raven-haired man but he wasn't going to do this again. Gajeel wasn't in his right mind. He going to let his desires carry him away. He refused to allow it, wasn't going to force himself on Gajeel again.
But he wants it…
Laxus stopped breathless, his muscles sore from the sudden release of Magic. He couldn't hear him, couldn't smell the mind-twisting scent of the man that drove him absolutely insane. He got away. He was fine.
That was until he realized he had no fucking idea where he was.
And he'd gone the complete opposite direction of escape.
Quick footprints in the brush made his heart seize. He spun around, golden eyes darting into the foliage. Goddamn, he had never been good with stealth but Gajeel was a master. He blended into the shadows in a way that was almost enigmatic. He heard the footsteps to his left, the snap of a twig to his right, the playful growl from somewhere behind. He was being stalked by glittering red eyes and he hated it, hated how it caused his stomach to bunch and his heart to leap to his throat.
Fear of what?
"Goddamn it Gajeel! Fucking face me like a man!" Laxus roared out, rage summoning lightning down from the sky.
Shit. This was exactly what he didn't want to do. He didn't come here to fight. He didn't come here to fuck. So… what had he come there for?
"Do you like it rough, Sparky?" Gajeel was on him in an instant, an iron blade that was his arm suddenly pressing against his neck. A sadistic grin was curled on the Iron Mage's face, fangs flashing dangerously, "Because I do."
Laxus reacted, summoning a bolt of lightning down on the Dragon Slayer. But Gajeel dodged, almost as light as air on his feet, and feigned a tumble into the arms of the Lightning Dragon. Laxus caught him, concern rising when he saw a grimace come to the other man's face. They tangled legs, tumbled down onto the ground and Laxus turned so Gajeel landed on top of him.
"Shit!" Laxus's breath was knocked from his lungs but the smaller man didn't move, his raven locks had fallen over his face and his cheek was pressed against Laxus's hip. He didn't move and for a second and Laxus didn't breathe, "Dammit, I barely even-"
Bloody eyes tilted back in an instant and suddenly hungry, dominating lips were attacking his own. Fingers knotted into blonde hair and pulled Laxus's head to an angle that pleased the Iron-covered man. Gajeel sighed into his mouth, tongue darting out to slide against Laxus's and a strong hand pressed roughly to Laxus's erection, causing a grunt to escape from his lips.
He could tell Gajeel relished it.
He pressed harder, stroking against the fabric. Laxus couldn't stand the smell that was filling his lungs nor the heat bunching down in his groin; the need filled him with such carnal desires it almost made him shake. Gajeel was moving masterfully, as if he knew exactly how to get Laxus off, and dear god was he getting close. He gripped Gajeel's hips, felt the man above him grind his erection against his thigh. A gloved hand slipped past Laxus's waistband to grasp onto his member. Laxus broke their kiss, a tattered breath easing through his lips. Gajeel's thumb was pushing at his head, his hand running down his length. Gajeel's lips were on his neck, hungrily starting fires all down his skin, nipping at flesh down his chest, his naval, just above his jeans. He pressed lips hungrily against cloth, squeezing Laxus's erection and causing a moan to tear through him against his will.
He could see victory in his bloody eyes and his wicked grin was once again contorting his features, "Do you like that?" his voice was husky and he let his teeth push against the fabric, eliciting another moan from the man above him. His other hand was pulling down his pants, trying to free his dick so he could control the blonde even more. Laxus's mind was fuzzy, the pleasure making it impossible to think. He had enough rational thought to grip Gajeel's wrist, to make him stop his advances.
"Gajeel…" his voice was little more than a husky whine, a tiny call to what was left of rational thought. But his name leaving the Lightning Mage's lips made the other man visibly shake with desire, his eyes raking up to meet golden irises with frenzied question, "…Stop."
Red eyes widened.
"Please…"
"Stop…?" the way Gajeel said the word seemed like he was tasting it for the first time. His entire body was as taut as a bowstring, so rigid and inflexible he looked like if Laxus pushed him the wrong way his entire body would shatter. He released his hold on Laxus and sat back on his heels, something destructive and powerful suddenly overcoming him. His words were conflicted and pained when he spoke, his knuckles pressing against his lips angrily, "…why?"
He was becoming irate, an emotion that was quickly usurping the lust that had been there before with surprising ferocity. He looked violent, his gleaming eyes turning from lustful and hungry to livid. He was shaking, a loss of control overtaking him in a way that almost frightened Laxus. Laxus was transfixed on his tanned, pierced face as red eyes raked across him like he criticizing a meal. An angry tongue ran harshly against fangs to the point that Laxus saw a droplet of blood swell and disappear into his mouth.
"I could take it from you…" Gajeel was thinking aloud, his hands clamping around Laxus's biceps, squeezing to the point of pain. It was hard to believe that just seconds earlier those hands were caressing pale skin, calling forth trembles and pleasure instead of incredulous terror. Green magic was dousing the area in emerald light, shading the chiseled features of the Iron Dragon and reflecting sadistically off his iridescent scales. Cold iron was coiling around Laxus's arms and legs so quickly he couldn't squirm away from its grasp. It forced his back to arch and clamped both arms painfully behind him. His legs were forced to bend, spread eagle, until it stretched his groin in a way that made Laxus hiss. Laxus didn't consider himself to flexible at all, and it was painfully apparent just how unaccommodating his body was.
Laxus released electricity only to have it turn and bite back at him, travelling up the new conduits wrapped around his wrists, arms, and thighs. He ground his teeth and threw his head back against the shocks, realizing for the first time the pain his power could bring. With a sinking feeling he realized he couldn't fight back at all. His limbs were completely restrained until almost pain, his magic now working against him because of the conductive metal, and Gajeel was still kneeling between his legs, passion melting in the white-hot anger because of Laxus's oppugnancy.
He felt Gajeel's weight leave his hips, his shadow falling over the pale man as he slowly paced around his twisted body. His steps were almost leisurely in their deliberateness, heavy boots landing against the earth closer and closer to Laxus's ear. Golden eyes squinted open and searched for what was just out of sight. Heavy, iron-studded boots stopped on either side of his head and lowered the tanned body of Gajeel down until Laxus finally met red eyes. Gajeel's molten rubies held Laxus in suspense, completely helpless literally at his feet.
His rippling body reached forward until a hand splayed across his lower stomach, fingers just grazing his right thigh and travelled up, feather light across his flesh. It was a touch foreign and agonizingly seductive to Laxus, causing gooseflesh to rise wherever the tips of Gajeel's fingers met him. Every nerve stood on end; his lungs found it harder and harder to breath as his silky touch travelled up his chest to trail a line across his neck, finally ghosting across his pale lips before vanishing. Laxus realized he'd dug his boots into the ground trying to lean into it. His body craved more and his golden orbs rolled into his skull.
How? How could this man do this to him? He was breathless, muscles stretched to their extent, fear and passion fighting angrily in his core because of the dominating male over him. He was incredibly hard, his body deploring for more of his touch even though his lips refused to speak it. Then Gajeel's lusty voice broke through the confusing wall in front of him, adding fuel to his raging fire.
"All I have to do is bite you…" hot lips were pressing against his neck, fighting against skin, pushing until teeth were running across his throat, "And you'll be like molten iron in my hands…"
The words weren't meant as a threat but the thought of losing control completely shook Laxus's core. He didn't want to ever do that again. Snippets of memories were flashing through his mind, showing him what happened when he didn't maintain himself. When his dragon instincts ruled he was a terrifying type of destruction. He didn't want that again.
Incredibly, against all of his angry fairy pride he let out an exasperated whimper. The noise silenced the silver man, caused him to retract his fangs and Laxus's restraints became loose, still not allowing him to escape but easing the tension that had him squeezing his eyes shut against sharp pain.
"Gajeel… let me go…" the words seemed tiny from the hulking blonde man and it didn't settle well with Gajeel, "Please don't…"
He was released, hitting the ground hard, his stretched body letting out a sigh. He was lifting himself up in a second, for a fleeting second seeing bloody before fists were gripping his collar, bringing his face incredibly close to a bleeding lip. Gajeel must have bit himself, because Laxus knew he hadn't caused that damage. Gajeel's hot breath covered his face almost as if he were about to kiss him, but their lips stayed an eternity apart.
Laxus's scarred eye met Gajeel's raging red.
"You better get the hell away from me," Gajeel's voice sent a powerful shiver down Laxus's spine that he tried to hide to no avail, "Because the next time I catch your scent near me, I'm not letting you leave until this fucking heat is done with me."
He let Laxus drop gracelessly onto the ground before he turned, eyes strained as he stalked off into the forest. The light from the sun must have finally ducked behind the western mountains because as soon as he left Laxus was left in an unnatural darkness.