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Fight Me, Bite Me	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 39446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 11
Face Fucking

Gray slowly woke up to heaven. Pure heaven. He tingled, and he felt the most wonderful heat around his groin, wet and warm and sucking him just right. He moaned before even fully awake. Struggling through somnolent fog, he opened his eyes and looked down.
"Natsu?" He found his voice dry, maybe sleeping with his mouth open again.
It was dark, and it took a moment to clear his vision. Finally, through early morning silver-green light, he saw a pink head down at his hips, bobbing up and down. Gray collapsed back onto his pillow and hummed in sleepy delight.
"Ooh, what a way to wake up! Mmmh, God. Oooooh…" He leaned his head up again to see that Natsu was only using his mouth, not his hands. In fact, he could not see the Dragon Slayer's hands at all. His arms were behind his back. "H-hey. Did you handcuff yourself?"
"Mmh," Natsu hummed, not removing his lips.
Gray groaned and flopped back again. "Oh man, don't hum like that. It's too good. I'm not even full awake."
"Mm-mrh," Natsu hummed again, and Gray tensed up from the vibration.
"Ooh! Seriously, don't hum. Too good." His brain wanted to drift back to sleep, but his body refused to miss a single second of this pleasure. "You weren't joking when you said you'd suck me off in the morning. God!"
He laid there, enjoying the feeling, listening to the soft slurping. Then he chuckled, put his hand down, and pressed on Natsu's head, pushing deeper into that mouth.
"Come on. You can take more." Gray's fingers yanked at Natsu's pink hair and dug into his scalp as he urged him on. "You're not using your hands, so use that tight throat of yours."
Natsu choked a little as the erection hit the back of his throat. He twisted his head to a different angle, went back down, and pressed deeper. Slowly, his throat opened, and Gray slid down.
"Oh … oh God!"
Gray had only been teasing and had not expect Natsu to actually deep-throat him. He shuddered at just how tight that narrow passage was. Saliva leaked between Natsu's lips and trickled down Gray's shaft. The feeling lasted only a few seconds before Natsu pulled up, gasping for air.
"Are you all right?" Gray asked in amazement.
"Yeah," Natsu panted. "Guess I need to take a bigger breath." He went back down and swirled his tongue around the head first, licking up the taste. Then his lips slid down the shaft, he took a deep breath, and he exhaled slowly as his throat relaxed. Gray's erection slid down the narrow passage again.
Gray saw the shape of Natsu's throat change as he glided deep within. Not only was the feel heavenly, but knowing how uncomfortable that must be, the fact that Natsu was going this far just to please him, sent tingles of pleasure all through Gray's nerves.
Gray moaned a curse, leaning back and straining to fight the instinct of thrusting up into that burning throat. "You're quite a talented little cocksucker."
Natsu thrust down with his throat, small bobbles only, lasting for less than a minute before pulling up for air. With drool covering his chin, he gazed over to Gray. "Do you like that?"
"Yeah," he said with a shiver in his voice.
Natsu grinned and happily licked Gray's entire length. "Hey, stand up."
He crawled off the bed and waited. Gray was still sleepy, but he forced himself to get out of the bed. He saw clearer now that Natsu had indeed managed to get the handcuffs on behind him. Not only that, but he was wearing the white leather collar again. He looked stupidly eager as he waited for Gray to get out of bed.
"Like that," he said, and then Natsu dropped to his knees. "Thrust into my mouth, like you're forcing me to take it."
Gray chuckled, and he ran his hand through Natsu's hair. "You look really erotic, handcuffed like that, wearing this." His fingers drifted down to the collar. "My bitch."
"Your dragon," he corrected.
"Should I get different embroidery on the collar?" he asked wryly.
"It'd be nice if you did, but I can be your bitch once in a while. I'm willing to be that now."
"Indeed." Gray put one finger into Natsu's mouth and pulled his jaw down until his mouth was wide. "Head up," he ordered, and those sage green eyes turned up. That forced his mouth to open even more. "Yes. Like that."
Gray suddenly thrust his cock into Natsu's gaping mouth. The Dragon Slayer gagged a little in surprise, and the choking made Gray chuckle sadistically.
"Yeah, take it." He held the back of Natsu's head so he could not back away as he slammed into that throat again and again, drawing up tears in Natsu's eyes. Gray moaned as he watched himself fucking that face, forcing himself in hard and fast. "Look up at me," he ordered again, and narrow green eyes glared up. "Yeah. Yeah, like that. I like to see your eyes as I thrust into that mouth of yours."
Gray grabbed Natsu's scalp with both hands, pulling his hair until Natsu groaned in pain. That vibration buzzed all through him and made Gray moan, wanting to thrust harder. He felt his stomach coiling already, turned on by those eyes gazing up at him, the drool, the way Natsu's cheek poked out when he thrust just right, and that heat—that amazing, scalding heat—being in and out of that wet furnace. It was becoming too much, too soon.
"I'm gonna come in your mouth, okay?"
Natsu made a mumble noise and nodded his head.
"You're gonna swallow it down. You better swallow."
"Mmmmm."
"Is that all right?"
"Mm-hmm!"
Gray tensed up. He went faster, and even when one of Natsu's teeth scraped his shaft, he didn't care. He needed the heat. He needed that tightness. He needed…
"Natsu!"
He felt himself spill into that mouth, and Natsu grunted in shock. Gray pressed more, slamming in deep, almost thrusting down his throat. He heard Natsu sputtering and gagging, and Gray only rammed harder as his body shivered in pleasure.
"Yes. Like that. Swallow it, bitch."
He felt Natsu's throat working, and he saw him flinch at the taste and thickness of the cum. Natsu struggled to get it down, but Gray did not pull back. He liked feeling that hot mouth working around him. Natsu kept swallowing, and Gray felt his tongue and throat tensing and releasing in gulps. The mouth was such an all-encompassing part of the body, and Natsu's mouth was exceptional.
"Ooh, best wakeup ever."
Finally, Gray pulled back, and Natsu collapsed to his heels, his mouth and throat a wet mess as he gasped for air. Gray leaned over, yanked on the ring of the collar, and pulled Natsu back up.
"Not yet, dragon. I'm not through with you. Lick me clean. You made a mess, so clean it."
Natsu raised back to his knees and lapped up the drip still hanging on the tip of the penis. He sucked the softening cock as it went down, licking it over and over. Gray looked down with pleasure and a sense of wonderful domination.
"Good dragon." Suddenly, Natsu doubled over with a coughing fit, and Gray tensed with worry. "Are you okay?"
Natsu gagged on something, and swallowed harder before looking up with a wide, satisfied grin. "Yeah. That stuff's hard to swallow. Sticks in my throat."
"You did good," Gray praised, stroking his pink hair. "Come on, let me unhandcuff you."
Natsu stood and turned around. Gray unlocked the handcuffs and began to reach up to the collar; however, Natsu drew back, wanting to keep wearing it. Gray felt happy that Natsu loved his present so much.
"Get up into the bed," Gray ordered him. "I wanna hold you while I finish waking up."
They both laid down on the mattress. Gray flopped onto his back, spent and feeling wonderful. Natsu leaned up onto an elbow to gaze down on Gray's prone body.
"Did you like it?" he asked with an eager bite to his lip and hopefulness in his eyes.
"Oh hell yes! Your mouth is so hot."
Natsu chuckled, feeling a little smug.
Gray peeked an eye open. "I'm surprised you were able to do that."
"So long as I'm not getting any stimulation, I can do that much, I guess. I wasn't sure, so I handcuffed myself just in case, but I didn't feel like attacking, so I think it's okay."
"That's good," Gray moaned sleepily. "Maybe we can do that more." He laid still for a while, enjoying the full-body tingle while it lasted. "Hey, um … Do you wanna go out for breakfast?"
Natsu's eyes went wide in shock. "Go out? Like together?"
"There's this breakfast-only café, I hardly ever wake up early enough to go there, but it's really good. Their breakfasts are the best in Magnolia."
"But it's broad daylight."
"Natsu, I don't think any wizards will be up this early. Hell, why are you awake this early?"
"I woke up to pee, and when I came back I realized you had a morning woody. I wanted it," he answered bluntly and honestly.
"Greedy bastard. Not that I mind." Gray hummed a groaning sigh as he stretched his arms above his head. "That was good."
Natsu blushed and confessed, "That was my first blowjob."
Gray jolted out of his stretch. "What? Your first?" he shouted.
"Yep. Was it really okay?"
"First?" Gray repeated, hardly able to believe it. "But that was amaz- … I mean … Damn," he laughed. "You're a natural-born cocksucker."
"Shut up."
"Was that really your first?" he asked again. In Gray's experience, a person did not learn to deep-throat like that their first time. It took practice. "I mean, I know you said I was your first partner but … maybe a fling, a not-really-boyfriend?"
"Oh," Natsu muttered. "I … I guess … maybe not my first."
Gray knew he shouldn't have asked, because jealousy roared up inside him. "What? Who?"
Natsu looked aside with troubled eyes. "That man … in the past."
Jealousy instantly turned to revulsion. "Oh God." He never should have asked. Gray hugged Natsu firmly and yanked him up on top of his chest. "That doesn't count. Okay? That … does … not … count." He stroked Natsu's hair, grimacing at the idea of it, especially as he realized how young Natsu must have been. "You should have bitten him."
"He always had a knife to my throat. Always. And … it wasn't like … like that. Like just now. More like … he'd…" Natsu shivered and shrank down. "I don't wanna talk about it," he mumbled. Then Natsu shouted in frustration, "I know I'm always saying that, but—"
Gray bonked him on the nose. "Stop it. I don't want details. I don't want to dredge it all up and make you suffer. Only tell me what you're comfortable telling me. Besides, whatever he did, it didn't count. So this was your first."
"I guess—"
"It was!" Gray snapped. "You said it was your first, so it was. Maybe not the first time you've had a dick in your mouth, but it was your first blowjob. That's final."
"Fine, fine," Natsu laughed in irritation while actually feeling glad that Gray was not trying to get the whole story.
Softly, Gray confessed, "Your mouth is amazing too."
Natsu blushed. "Really?"
"Totally. Really damn amazing."
Natsu felt overjoyed at the compliment. Still, the troubles of the past put a damper on the moment. "Gray, you taste good," he realized in mild surprise.
"Yeah?"
"How do you taste so good?"
He laughed at such a bizarre question. "What do you mean?"
Natsu looked sick and turned away. "Never mind."
Gray wondered for only two seconds before it dawned on him. The man in the past must have tasted bad. The fact that Natsu could still recall the taste of something that vile made Gray's stomach twist.
"You know, the trick is eating a lot of fruit."
Natsu flipped back around with a stunned expression. "Fruit?"
"Yeah. Fruits and berries make the semen taste good. You might want to try that, eat some berries and stuff, that way you taste good too."
Natsu thought about the suggestion. "Do I taste bad?"
"No, just … you taste like you don't eat a lot of fruit. That's all."
"How big is the difference?"
"I'm not sure, honestly. I haven't given many blowjobs. That's what I was always told, though."
"Who told you that?"
Gray laughed at the jealousy in Natsu's face. It was adorable when he looked so angry. "Ooh, you don't listen to when the big boys in the guild talk, do you?"
"Huh?"
"The older guys in the guild have a lot of stories. Actually, it was Loke who told me about eating berries."
"Oh," Natsu muttered. "I guess Loke is experienced."
"That's putting it mildly."
"Did you and Loke…?"
"No, don't ask. I hate when you ask stuff like that."
"Then … you two did?"
Gray hesitated before answering, "We didn't have sex."
"Oh, okay."
Gray glanced over. Obviously, Natsu thought that meant there was nothing between him and Loke. Gray was fine with leaving it at that. He gave a long sigh and stared up at the ceiling.
"Why do we always mess things up?" he asked, more to himself than asking Natsu. "We've got a good mood, a good blowjob, and we end up screwing it up with our crap."
"Sorry."
"No, not just you. Me too. I'm just in such a good mood, I don't want to think about the past: your past or my past. I just want to think about you." He smiled sleepily. "And about getting another blowjob."
Natsu laughed and rolled on top of Gray. "Really?"
"Well, not right now."
"Later tonight?"
Gray looked up in surprise. "Seriously? I mean, you don't have to."
"I liked it. It made me a little aroused, but not to the point where I felt … bad. It was a good arousal." To show him, Natsu rolled his hips against Gray, rubbing the ice wizard's naked cock with his hard, hot boxers.
Gray felt the erection inside, and although his groin complained that it was sated already, his mind wanted to see Natsu lose control. In a low, lusty voice, Gray asked, "Do you want me to touch you?"
Natsu's body pulled back, and he looked suddenly hesitant. "I … I … don't know."
"What about in the shower? I could wank you off in the shower."
"I dunno. I like when you rub me, but I also like … not coming."
That was one aspect about Natsu that truly confused Gray. "Why? I'm curious: what do you get out of it?"
Natsu thought it was obvious. "I keep in control." However, he saw the confusion still on Gray's face. "Does that not make any sense?"
"I guess it does. Wanting control makes sense, at least. That's why I like to tie you up. I feel in control."
"I like knowing I'm in control of my own body," Natsu whispered bashfully. "I also like giving up that control. Outwardly, not inwardly. If I know you're there to catch me, I can let go. But one thing I always want to control is being able to not come, to hold it back as long as possible. It's the ultimate control, stopping a natural physical response."
"I can relate to that," said Gray. "It's like me and my kink of watching people needing to piss. If they really do want to piss themselves, or they just don't care, it's not erotic at all. It's seeing them struggle that's arousing. It's watching the battle to maintain control over themselves, and especially if they lose control because of me, if I take that control away from them, that turns me on."
Unlike himself, though, Gray had a strong feeling that Natsu's desire to control not coming stemmed from that past horror. It was Natsu's way of defeating the darkness. Since Natsu must still be mentally messed up from the confession last night, he wanted to remember that he was now in control of his body again by being aroused but not giving in.
Gray laughed as he realized their similarities. "We're both control freaks. We just show it differently."
Natsu hummed at the observation, but that was all. He did not bother to wonder why he felt the way he did. "Gray?" he asked with a hint of nervousness. "Can I stay over here until Happy comes home?"
"Sure." Then he teased in mockery. "Are you too scared to sleep alone?"
"Shut up. I just … I like … sleeping with you. Although, your toes are cold."
"Bastard. You kept stealing the covers."
"Maybe if you leaned how to turn a heater on at night."
"You can stay here so long as you don't touch my thermostat."
"No promises."
"Then I can't promise I won't kick you out." He grabbed Natsu and hugged him tightly, rolling on top of him and gazing down. It still amazed Gray sometimes that it was the pink-headed fire-idiot who made him feel this happy. "I'd like to have you stay. Especially if I get to wake up like that."
"Not every morning."
"Yes, every goddamn morning. I want a cocksucker as my alarm clock. Now let's get a shower. I promise to behave this time."
"You first. I don't trust you and that shower."
"Fine, but if we're out of hot water, don't cry."
"Your idea of a hot shower is a melting glacier. I don't think I'll have a problem with you stealing the hot water."
Gray chuckled, and he rolled completely over Natsu to get out of bed. "Are you going to touch yourself while I'm in there?"
"Maybe," Natsu said with a sly smirk.
"I wanna see that."
"Too bad. Imagine it."
Gray's gaze slid head to toe over the Dragon Slayer, pausing on the erection in his flame-print boxers. "Don't be too naughty," he warned before heading to the bathroom.
Natsu's smile slowly fell after Gray left, and he muttered in shame, "I can't be. Not in that way."
Gray's smile refused to dim as he set up the shower. The two of them were still a mess, but he could put up with the occasional awkwardness when Natsu was such a fiery lover.
It was not all that weird anymore to share a bathroom. The first few times Natsu had stayed over were awkward, but Gray got used to it. He even bought a spare toothbrush for the Dragon Slayer to use. It was always Natsu who stayed at his house. Gray had not yet spent the night at Natsu's place, since Happy was usually around.
Now Happy was gone, and Natsu…
… wanted to live here.
Live with Gray.
Living together!
It made Gray blush just thinking about it. He never had one of his lovers live with him. Plus it would make their relationship much closer. They would surely annoy one another after a while. They would argue and have to work it out. Compromising was part of becoming a true couple.
Were they even compatible? The two of them were fire and ice, summer and winter, polar opposites. Living together would either bond them closer, or drive a wedge of incompatibility between them. It was risky, but if it worked, it would be wonderful.
Natsu stepped into the shower after Gray, giving only a smack to his wet ass as he walked by. Gray flushed that Natsu could be so casual about this already. Deep inside, Gray still felt tense, unsure of himself, although outwardly he acted cool and in control. He never knew what Natsu would like, and what might trigger a panic attack.
At least they had talked. He now understood Natsu's issues, and they were some damn issues. He tried to imagine it, but his brain refused. He remembered that time in history. Two years after Natsu joined … Gray had been thirteen. Happy was a newborn kitten. Lisanna was still around. He vaguely recalled that Natsu had gone missing, running off on one of this searches for Igneel. He did that a lot back then. Gray could only faintly remember now, but he seemed to recall that Natsu had been missing a lot longer than usual.
As the S-Class trials approached, Gray wondered where Natsu was. Weeks passed, and no Fire Dragon Slayer. Finally, Gray began to ask around. Where was Natsu? Why was he still missing? Had the idiot run away?
"Natsu is very sick," Makarov had told him. Then in a sad tone, the guild master had added, "He won't be in consideration for S-Class this year anyway. Don't worry about it, Gray. He'll get better someday."
It had seemed like an odd thing to say. Normally, Makarov never flat out said if someone was not in consideration. Age meant very little when it came to the S-Class trials. At the time, Gray was only smug that Natsu was definitely out of the contest.
That must have been it. That was the time when Natsu was captured, tortured, molested, and driven insane by some sick pedophile. It made Gray want to vomit just thinking about it. He could not even imagine how that past affected Natsu himself. Obviously, it left him a mess, even now.
No one made it to S-Class that year. When Natsu had returned to the guild, he was quieter for a time. Gray had tried to pick fights with him, but Natsu kept pulling away. He refused to hit anyone. He stayed with Happy and Lisanna more. For a while, it seemed like the wild Dragon Slayer might have fallen into some sort of domestication. Of course, everyone thought that was Lisanna's doing. She was training him to be a good father and husband. Gray was annoyed that he had no one to annoy.
That peace and quiet lasted almost two years. Natsu did not go on any of his searches for Igneel during that time. He raised Happy with Lisanna as a pseudo-wife. Then Gildarts left. That triggered something in Natsu. Maybe it was something the older wizard had said to him, but after Gildarts went on his hundred-year mission, Natsu suddenly snapped back to being his normal self. He had been slowly getting better, feistier, and at least he did challenge a few people he trusted. After Gildarts took off, the old Natsu was back. His goal was to become S-Class now, and he trained obsessively.
Had it taken him two years to fully recover from that horrific ordeal? Thinking about the past with knowledge of that darkness now marred those sunny memories and changed everything Gray thought he knew about Natsu.
He combed through his wet hair, but he noticed a spot. Softly, Gray cursed as he saw he had a pimple where his bangs draped down. He had not had one of those in months. He wondered if it was from stress, or maybe sweating. Sleeping with Natsu really did make him sweat at night. He used a clamp to hold his bangs back and pulled out some medication. He scratched the pimple with his clean nails, just to break the skin slightly, and leaned in close to the mirror.
Just then, the water turned off and Natsu stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and began to wipe away the water from his body. When he looked to the sink, he saw Gray leaning in ridiculously close.
"What are you doing?"
"I woke up with a pimple," Gray grumbled. "I'm just trying to pop it."
He almost had it when suddenly Natsu shrieked. It made Gray jolt in shock.
"Natsu?" he shouted. The Dragon Slayer had collapsed inside the shower. Gray feared he might have slipped, but when he rushed over he saw Natsu was sitting on the shower floor, knees curled up, and eyes massive. "What the hell happened?"
"Don't pop the pimple. Don't pop it," Natsu muttered, half-insane.
"What the…? It's a pimple. How the hell can you freak out over a pimple?"
Natsu was shivering too hard to answer right away. Gray knelt beside him and wrapped his arms around Natsu, trying to console him.
"That man," Natsu finally whispered breathlessly. "He … he used to call me … disgusting little pimple. He … he'd call my penis a pimple, saying he needed to … to … pop it. He once showed me his own pimple," he snuffled. "He popped it. Right onto me. He wiped it on my face. Then he … he did the same but … but to me … and he showed how both shot out white stuff. He said it was just like a pimple, and he was just popping the pimple."
Gray sneered in disgust. "That's messed up. Look, your cock is not a pimple. It'd be one hell of a pimple if it was."
Natsu faintly laughed. "I was still little back then."
Gray grumbled angrily, "That makes it worse. So what did you do during puberty? Almost everyone gets pimples."
Natsu gulped hard as he remembered that awkward time. "The first time I got one, I had a total mental breakdown. Happy had to go get Makarov. I was sent to a special dermatologist. I followed his orders obsessively and never had another pimple again."
"So you've never actually popped a pimple?" he asked in surprise.
"No! For one, it's gross. For two, I would probably freak out again if I ever got one."
Gray nodded in understanding, and then he looked up to Natsu firmly. "Pop my pimple."
"What?" he shrieked.
"Pop it. You've never done it, so you don't even know how different it is."
"No, I … I can't!" Natsu curled down into his legs. "I can't do that to someone else."
"For God's sake, you just gave me a blowjob. You can pop a lousy white-head. Look up! Look at my face." Gray tugged Natsu's chin up sharply. "Look at my goddamn pimple."
Natsu cringed back, but he stared at the swollen skin with its white tip.
"Now, put one finger onto my forehead, to the side of the pimple, not touching it."
Natsu's hand shook, but he slowly reached toward that dreaded pimple.
"Good. You're doing fine. Now, with your other hand, put your index finger on the other side, close to it, but not touching it."
A little easier this time, Natsu put his other finger on Gray's forehead. His breathing was still coming fast and shaky.
"You're doing just fine. Now, press the two fingers together."
"I can't pop it!"
"I'm giving you permission."
Permission? Natsu realized that was a huge difference. Permission to pop it. Gulping hard and barely able to breathe, he pressed the two fingers together.
"Harder," Gray encouraged in a quiet tone. He knew the pimple was ready to pop anyway. "You have to squeeze it firmly."
Natsu was shaking, staring in terror, yet he kept pressing. It was like a jack-in-the-box, knowing the toy inside would spring at any minute, but still swirling the handle, anticipating with inner fear. He cringed down, not even breathing anymore, waiting and waiting until…
Instead of an explosion, the white core oozed out. Natsu stared at the anti-climatic pop.
"That's it?"
"What did you expect? It's just a clogged pore."
"That wasn't how the man's pimple popped. Come to think of it, his was massive."
"It was probably a boil or sebaceous cyst. Those can be nasty. Eww, if he popped something like that at you, no wonder you have a fear of pimples. That'd gross me out too."
Gray took a tissue, wiped up the white core, and pressed together a little harder to make sure the pore was cleared out. When only blood drained, he put medicine on the spot.
Natsu watched with mild interest now that the worst was over. "I can show you how to wash your skin so you never get pimples. Erza made me show her when she realized I had such good complexion."
"Sure. It's a pain in the ass when I get them."
Natsu laughed tensely. "Ya know, when I was a kid, I was so messed up in the head because of what that guy said, I thought pimples were filled with semen. I refused to go anywhere near Elfman during that bad acne breakout he had when he was fourteen."
Gray glanced at the reflection in the mirror to where Natsu stood behind him. "Are you serious? Filled with semen?"
"Hey, after something like that…"
"No, I get it, that guy messed you up bad, but … seriously? Didn't you wonder why pimples were on people's faces?"
Natsu looked away petulantly. "My first pimple was on my butt, and I got it after having a wet dream. I thought the semen had dripped to my ass and the white stuff was that. When I saw others with pimples on their faces, I … I used to…" He laughed nervously. "I thought they gave blowjobs and it squirted on their faces."
Gray blinked in shock. "You thought Elfman…?"
"Oh, shut up! I was a kid."
"But … Elfman?"
"Don't you dare tell him."
"No, because I wanna vomit just picturing it. I mean, who the hell would Elfman suck off?" Gray turned and tried to finish brushing his hair while Natsu dried himself. Then the comb stopped. "Oh God, I'm picturing it! I am never forgiving you for this mental image."
"What's worse is I'm picturing fourteen-year-old Elfman, when he was all geeky."
"Oh hell, Natsu! That's a hundred times worse. Dammit, my mind can't unsee that mental image. You are so dead."
"You know, the first time you got a pimple—"
"No! Oh God, no. I don't even want to know."
Natsu laughed at him. Then he smirked deviously. "You had your breakout at about the same time as Elfman, so of course I thought—"
An icy punch hit him in the face. "If you keep talking, I will beat you until your whole body swells up like a goddamn pimple." Gray tried to hit him again, but Natsu laughed as he fended off the fists.
"That's fine." He grabbed both of Gray's hands to stop them and leaned his face in close. "You're the only person who I'll allow to pop me." He bit Gray on the nose, then turned and ran off to the bedroom.
Gray rubbed his nose, but he smiled to himself. One more awkward mental mess, cleared up!
End of Chapter 11

A/N: One of my more bizarre fetishes is acnephilia, the love of popping zits. I have an obsession with grooming the skin and clearing away blackheads and pimples. When my husband had a massive boil, I was titillated as I drained it: the thrill of tending to a medical condition, the trust that must exist between two people, the intimacy of working together to deal with something that is generally embarrassing, fully surrender their pride. Then there's the feeling as the pressure releases under your fingers; the orgasmic-like popping and draining of something from inside the body; hearing his groans as I press out the toxins; the childlike wonder as I see the clog, knowing that was inside him; the joy of healing him from his infection; caring for him afterward, tenderly cleaning the area, applying medicine, and "kissing it better." To me, it's the ultimate trust, the closest skin-ship between two people, far more intimate than washing one another. It evokes a surging sense of nurturing. I wouldn't call it erotic, but there's a "grossness" to it that is completely surreal. I didn't want to gross people out, though, so Gray has just a small, normal pimple, enough to help Natsu overcome a fear to the things I find fascinating.
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