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Catch the Thunder	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 17789 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 11
Master and Slave
When Freed entered the VIP room again, Laxus stood by what appeared to be an MP3 player built into the wall.
"What sort of music do you like?" the large man asked.
"Wh-what?" Freed stuttered in confusion.
"It's your turn, so you get to pick the music."
"My turn?" Then Freed remembered, he had offered to suck off Laxus. "O-oh!" His cheeks began to turn pink as he thought about it. He had blurted it out earlier, but the truth was that he had never given a blow job, he was afraid he would do it badly, and the VIP room of a strip club was not the most romantic place to have such a monumental first.
"Classical won't cut it," Laxus muttered. "Anyone who hears Mozart is gonna wonder what the hell is going on and peek in."
"Wait, people can peek in?" Freed cried out.
"The bouncers do if they think anything might be a problem. Screams, arguments, weird sounds. Classical music would be weird."
"What about … a love ballad?"
"Aw, ain't you just a fucking romantic," Laxus teased. He changed music selections, and Barry White began to croon over the sound system. "Next best thing. I personally added this song into the mix when I saw that they didn't have any Barry White. I mean, what the hell! Barry White is pure vocal sex."
"I … I like this song," Freed muttered nervously.
Laxus smirked around his shoulder at him. "Yeah? Does it make you hot?"
"It … does, yes."
"You have a good taste in music."
Laxus turned back around and continued to fiddle with the volume. Freed glanced around, found a glass of water, and took a drink. His nervousness was making his throat dry.
"How the hell do you lower the bass on this stupid thing?" muttered Laxus.
Freed walked up behind him and looked over Laxus' shoulder at the wall-mounted player. Then his eyes drifted to Laxus' face. He looked so serious as he tried to fix the balance of treble and bass. It was such a minor thing, it would not change the enjoyment of the song that much, yet he looked so focused. Freed began to wonder if Laxus was doing this because he was also nervous and trying to put off the inevitable a bit longer. Laxus had said that no one had ever given him a blow job before. Maybe he was anxious and trying to hide it. Freed wanted to help break the ice, so he stood on tiptoes and licked the back of that brawny neck.
Laxus shivered at the hot wetness. "What the hell?"
Freed wrapped his arms around Laxus' wide body and licked again, from the tight muscles near the base of the neck, gliding his tongue up slowly along the spine, and up to the hairline, licking the first few strands of blond hair, moistening them and making them stand up. He felt Laxus' body jolting, and it made Freed smile that he could give back to the thunder god some of the pleasure he received.
"S-stop," whispered Laxus.
Freed was stunned by the whimpering sound. Was this a weakness? He wanted more! He licked along the edge of the neck, and then he kissed right at the hairline, softly sucking the neck with his lips, letting his mouth drag over the skin.
"Stop!" Laxus shouted, twirling around and pushing Freed away. One hand flew to the back of his neck to feel the wetness left behind. "Fuck, what the hell was that?" He leaned over as a burning sensation tingled his groin. Somehow, just that tiny bit had almost made him lose it.
"Did you like that, master?"
Laxus sharply looked up into those eager eyes. He felt lost, overwhelmed, slightly scared by these intense emotions that burned his chest. Freed truly was a client right now, and there were strict rules of conduct within the strip club. Right at that moment: fuck the rules! He had been fantasizing over Freed for weeks, and now that he was here, Laxus was being conquered so easily.
He needed to somehow reestablish control over himself and the scenario.
"Sit," he ordered, although his voice still sounded faint from the shock of almost coming from a mere lick.
Freed sat on the couch again, and Laxus straddled him.
"W-wait!" Freed cried out.
"This is for me, not you," Laxus insisted, thrusting up against Freed. "Just feeling you under me—" He leaned over and licked Freed's neck, giving back the same sensual tenderness. "—just this much is all I need."
"L- … Thor."
"Just call me master. Here or somewhere else, that word is safe."
"If it pleases you, master."
"It does. You do. My cute little slave pleases me very much. And I want to please my slave. You're mine. Mine alone. A slave can't have two masters, so you're only mine. My beloved slave."
Freed bit his lip in happiness to hear that.
"I want you to suck me, Greenie," he whispered into the flushed ear. "I wanna show that bastard Jellal, I do more than dance. Show him what I do to you. Make it so loud, the bouncers hear you."
He sucked on Freed's neck, making him writhe with a shuddering cry. He clutched tightly to Laxus as he felt erotic pain in his neck and the scrape of teeth.
"Yes, like that," moaned Laxus. "Shit, I'm ready to come just feeling you squirming. How can you do this to me so quickly? Sexy ladies, hot guys, a room full of people who want me to pleasure them, old men who would pay me a small fortune if they could just suck me off, and I can't get hard for any of them. You barely moan a little and…" He thrust up against Freed to show him the engorged results. "You do this to me, Greenie. No one else. I ain't ever let a person suck me, not because I'm chaste and shit, but because nobody gets me hard. Ya wanna be the first to taste me?"
"God, yes! I mean, if it pleases you, master," he moaned as he thought about this ultimate chance to show Laxus how much he would do to pleasure him.
Laxus stood and yanked off his loose shirt. "Don't do it so much that it hurts you, okay?"
"I won't. Not here, at least."
Laxus laughed wryly as he unthreaded his belt. Freed's heart began to race, and he caught himself licking his lips.
"That hungry?" Laxus asked, smirking at the eager face. He unzipped his leather pants and pulled out a cock already enlarged and wet on the tip. "Does my angelic slave want to eat from the fruit of sin?"
"Please," Freed whispered as the erection got closer. His mouth opened, and he began to lean forward with his tongue out to lick. Suddenly, a hand grabbed his hair and yanked his head up, tongue still lolling out. Laxus glared down at him with a playful twinkle in his blue eyes.
"Please … what?"
Freed cringed under the hair pulling. "Please, master, let me suck you."
The fingers released, and Laxus stroked the lengthy green hair in praise. "Good boy. Since you asked so nicely, I'll let you. But only you, got it." Laxus stroked down his scalp. "Only you get to do this."
That exclusive privilege shivered in Freed's nerves. He felt even more potently how much of an honor this was, to be Laxus' pet, his slave … his first and only. He felt unworthy of the honor, and he wanted to show that he would try to live up to such high expectations.
He looked at Laxus' cock sticking out from the leather pants. The audience out there in the hall blaring with music that he could just barely hear under Barry White crooning Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Babe, those people would never see this sight. Laxus would show them only the root of a limp, unaffected penis. None of them could make Laxus rise to attention like this. Nothing they did, even if they touched and groped him with their lecherous hands, nothing would cause this to happen.
Only him.
Freed reverently kissed that arousal. He lifted his eyes and met Laxus' gaze. It was a silent look of permission. He took the head of the cock past his lips, cradling it with his tongue. Slowly, he pressed his face closer, smelling the sweat of Laxus' skin, fresh from his dance both on stage and in this room, and a muskiness wafted around his nose. Sweat, leather, sexual musk: it all blended as his face pressed closer into the sculpted lower abdomen and his nose felt the tickle of dark blond pubic hairs. He could hardly stop the hedonistic groan that vibrated around that girth.
Laxus was silent as he watched his cock vanish into those thin, pale lips. His hand came down onto the green hair, stroking it, feeling the softness of that hair tumbling past Freed's shoulders. Girls in high school had offered to suck him, but he never got aroused enough. Old buggers had offered to pay him for the privilege, but he felt disgusted by the mere thought of their tongues on his skin. Freed, though … Freed was different. Laxus still was not sure what it was about this man—maybe he would never figure it out—but he knew he could finally experience this sort of indulgence with only one person.
Freed pulled back and looked up, worried about the silence. "Is it okay?"
"Don't you dare stop again," Laxus said, his voice hoarse as the intense pleasure betrayed him.
When Freed took Laxus' cock back inside his mouth and started to suck with more vigor, Laxus could no longer hold back a long and low moan.
"Damn, you're a talented cocksucker."
Freed groaned at the insulting praise.
"Do you like being called that? Maybe instead of calling you my slave, I should call you Cocksucker."
The feel and taste of it was excruciatingly good. Freed took it deeper into his mouth, until it hit the back of his throat. Then he prolonged the suck back to the head, making an obscene slurping noise around it as he kept it tight in his mouth, sucking hard. The hand on his head clenched, tugging at his hair. Freed pulled off to catch his breath and wipe his chin.
Laxus growled. "I told you, don't you fucking stop."
"I'll drool on you."
"Then drool. Make it wet. Make my whole damn crotch wet. I want your spit in my pants, got it?"
Freed nodded and dived back down on the whole thing. Laxus could hardly help but grunt and thrust deeper, wanting more of that moist heat.
A part of Freed realized that his spit would be on Laxus' pants. Even if Jellal made him dance on the laps of a hundred men, they would never feel him hard, and his own spit would be rubbing on them. Laxus would only let them feel that much. His spit! This was his way to claim Laxus, coating him in saliva, shielding him with his mouth. It was like he was spitting in the faces of all those men, lechers who did not care about the individual, only about their own gluttonous desires.
"You're damn good," groaned Laxus.
Freed bobbed his head on Laxus' cock in earnest, closing his eyes, relaxing his throat, and sensing his returning arousal. Instead of focusing on his needs, he wanted to fulfill Laxus' desires. Last time, he had done almost nothing to show Laxus his deep appreciation. Now, he wanted to pleasure his thunder god, his lover, his … whatever they were.
"Freed…" Laxus whispered urgently.
He looked up, the cock still in his mouth. He saw Laxus' cheeks flushed and his teeth clenched. He was ready, but he was not ordering Freed to take it. He could have. Freed had partly expect him to grab his hair and demand "Swallow it all, bitch!" Instead, Laxus was showing a small bit of sensitivity. This was something truly intimate, and he was letting Freed make the call, whether to continue to suck, or to finish off with his hand. Freed smiled around the cock at the gentleness Laxus expressed only to him. To show his determination, Freed took hold of Laxus' muscular butt cheeks, pulled him closer, and kept sucking.
Laxus wanted to pound that throat, but he feared his strength. If this was some bastard client, he would not have thought twice about possibly hurting the person, but this was no client. Freed may have paid for his time in this room, but he was different. He was special. Laxus wanted to be rough and never hold back, but he did not want to actually hurt this slender man. Instead of slamming into Freed's throat, he let Freed take it at the speed he wanted…
Which was too damn slow!
"Greenie," he snapped. "Speed up and make me come, bitch."
Laxus swore he felt a purr of lust in that throat. The rapid back-and-forth of tight lips, now with extra suction, pulled him over the brink. His fingers clenched in Freed's hair, but somehow the man did not cry out and lose the grip of his lips. Laxus gasped three times, hips barely thrusting, as he came.
Hot, bitter semen flooded Freed's mouth. He groaned, swallowing it as best he could, but some overflowed his mouth, dripping from his lips and down his chin. Swallowing was hard. The cum was thick and stringy, sticking to the back of his throat. Suddenly, not meaning to, he pulled back and coughed.
"Greenie!" Laxus cried out, kneeling in front of him with worry.
"I'm fine." He pounded on his chest as he coughed. "Swallowed wrong."
"You didn't need to swallow it, idiot." Laxus grabbed up a towel and a drink from a table beside the couch and handed both to Freed.
"Wanted to." Freed wiped his face with the towel, but he did not spit anything out. He instead swallowed some liquid from the cup, only enough to get the thickness out of his throat. Finally, the choking stopped, and he looked up with tear-moistened eyes. "Did it please you, master?"
Laxus' face softened, and he placed a hand on Freed's thigh. "It did. Incredibly." As his hand slid up, he felt that the bulge had returned. "You're hard again. Did sucking me get you aroused?"
Freed looked aside with embarrassment. "Sucking my master is … pleasurable."
"Greenie."
The gentle voice made Freed stare in amazement at those tender blue eyes.
"Stand up."
Thighs shaking, Freed rose to his feet.
"Drop your pants."
He undid his belt, bashfully lowering his pants and underwear. Laxus sat on the couch and pulled Freed closer to him.
"I ain't never done this, so you gotta tell me if it's wrong," he said sternly.
"Master!"
"You've got talent, as I'd expect from a man I want as my slave."
"Your … slave?" It was both demeaning and absolutely heartwarming, being the slave of the thunder god.
"You should be proud, but not arrogant," Laxus warned him, and Freed nodded in agreement. "So, since you're a natural-born cocksucker, you have to teach me your trick. That's my order."
"Y-yes, master."
Laxus smirked, then nuzzled the erection, kissing him, and gave a peck to Freed's balls. "I want to pleasure my slave. That's what makes me happy."
Freed silently sighed, deeply touched, yet he had no clue what to say.
"But I ain't never done this. I don't like doing stuff I haven't tried. It makes me feel like I'm stupid. So don't tease me, or I'm outta here."
"Anything you do will pleasure me."
"I'm not joking," Laxus said harshly. "Tell me how you like it done, but don't laugh if I do it wrong."
"I understand," he solemnly swore.
Laxus nodded sternly, and then he faced the penis in front of him. This was definitely intimidating. Hurting others was his specialty, but giving pleasure was something new. Still, he tried to think about what Freed had just done. He mimicked as best as he could, licking softly up the shaft. Freed gasped and his body tensed. Laxus instantly pulled back in worry.
"That felt good," Freed quickly told him. "Like that."
Laxus relaxed and took just the head into his mouth, wrapping his lips just under the glans. Freed bit back a whimper.
"They can't hear you," Laxus muttered, lips flickering over the turgid arousal.
They! Freed finally remembered that there was a camera somewhere in this room. There was a possibility that they were being watched, right now, filmed and broadcast onto a small monitor in some dark security room. The thought intimidated him, but then he remembered what Laxus had said. He wanted to show Jellal that he was more than just a dancer. Laxus wanted to prove himself. Freed decided, he would do anything to help.
He stroked the spiky blond hair. "More," he whispered gently.
Laxus obeyed the request, mouth working down the shaft an inch at a time before pulling back up to the tip to swirl his tongue.
"Oh God, that! Just like that," Freed cried out in a shudder.
There was a good reason Laxus had never sucked off any of his clients. Oh, plenty had offered outrageous sums of money to have that done, but Laxus only ever used his hands. Never his mouth. There was something about the mouth, the intimacy of it, a portal into the rest of his body. Hands were external. Even his cock was external. But his mouth? He did not want people to get inside of him like that.
He did not trust putting something inside his body. He always figured it had to do with his father.
So as Laxus felt that cock enter, he cringed just a little. The taste was bitter but bearable, yet something flashed through his mind, some memory he did not fully recall as belonging to him, but he supposed it must have happened for it to be this vivid. Being tied down, straps over his chest and limbs, and something shoved in his mouth, a gag of some sort, shoved deep in his mouth so he would not bite his tongue. He briefly saw his father's cold eyes, but the rest of his face was hidden by a surgical mask. Then pain. His mind blanked out as soon as the pain began. Maybe he had passed out back then.
"Thor?"
That name, one that was not his own but somehow belonged to him, snapped him out. Whatever had been in his mouth was out now, and sad eyes were looking at him. Freed had knelt down, his pants still dropped, but he held Laxus' face, gazing worriedly.
"We can stop," he whispered.
Laxus only then felt moistness on his cheeks. He reached up in confusion. Were these tears? Why the fucking hell was he crying?
"Just … a memory," he muttered, lost between fantasy and reality, past and present.
The sadness deepened, and Freed combed his fingers through the short, blond hair.
"No, stand up," Laxus ordered. "Let me finish."
"If this is bad…"
"I don't like not finishing what I start, no matter what," he insisted. "Now stand up!"
"Laxus," he whispered tenderly.
"Please, Freed," he said just as quietly. Those blue eyes flicked to a corner of the room. In a secretive whisper, he explained, "Dammit, but they likely are watching me. Especially Jellal, after I bitched on him earlier. He thought I had hurt you, drove you away from the club."
"You didn't hurt me," Freed insisted.
"That's what I told him. Now that you're back, he's probably eying me like a hawk to make sure I behave. Right now, he's probably wondering what the hell is going on. I need to finish this, and … and I want to."
Freed nodded in solemn understanding. "Where's the camera?"
"Southeast corner." His eyes motioned to the direction.
"Master, forgive me." Then Freed stepped aside, twisting his body just a little to be in profile with the camera. With wild gesticulations, he pointed to his crotch. "Suck it!" he shouted. "Hard, you bitch!"
Laxus arched an eyebrow high. What the literal-fuck?
"I don't care if you don't want to. You're gonna swallow it, you whore!"
"Greenie?"
Freed suddenly grabbed Laxus' head and practically smashed his face into his crotch. "Choke on it," he shouted outrageously loud, pulling Laxus' hair harshly.
"Ow, you fucker! What the hell?" Laxus roared in pain-driven rage.
The door to the VIP room suddenly opened, and one of the bouncers entered. "Problem?"
Laxus yanked back, and Freed turned away from the door, which just so happened to angle him closer to the camera. Laxus rubbed out the pain in his scalp, but a second later he finally understood what Freed was getting at. He held back a smile, scowled instead, and lashed out at the green-haired man.
"Don't you ever fucking pull my hair again. I told you, this is on my terms!" Then he looked back to the large bouncer. "It's fine, Jura. He's never been in a VIP room. I guess I didn't explain the limits clearly enough."
"Does he need a lesson?" Jura asked, cracking his knuckles.
"No, it's fine. It won't happen again."
"I'm right down the hall," the bald man said, and he left.
Laxus glared over at Freed. "You little bitch," he said, his face terse but his voice inflecting amusement.
"You were crying. I had to make it seem legit," he explained.
"You're damn brilliant, that's what you are." Laxus stalked over to Freed and glared down at him. "Must be that rich boy schooling, eh?"
He tried not to look cocky, but his voice betrayed him. "You could say that planning ahead in battle is a specialty of mine."
"I really do wanna see you swordfight." Laxus reached down and stroked him. "But right now, I want more of this sword."
"You really don't have to. No one would question if you didn't, not after that."
Those large fingers squeezed Freed's cock, painful but only enough to be pleasurable. "I said I want more, so shut the hell up. Now, I assume you're standing precisely here to be at a good angle."
"They'll see you swallow me."
"Good. Let them watch you. Make it a good show, Greenie."
"If it pleases you, master."
Laxus dropped to his knees and licked up the shaft. He was half conscious of where the camera was, and he tilted his head just a little to show off his lapping tongue. If Jellal and Erza really were watching—and since Jura arrived so swiftly, he guessed they must have sent a warning down to the bouncer at the first signs of trouble—then he wanted that bastard and his way-too-good-for-him wife to see just how much pleasure he could give to a client.
Laxus' fingers racked over the skin of Freed's hips, nails scraping lightly against his pale flanks, relishing the full-body tremor as he flattened his tongue to lick at the frenulum. Freed moaned loudly—far too loudly and erotically—as Laxus eased into a steady pace, lips wrapped around the erection. The wet sucking noises of saliva being dragged up and down made a secondary tempo as the music changed from Barry White to Marvin Gaye singing Let's Get It On.
Freed briefly wondered what sort of soundtrack this was. Seventies Sex-To-Music Soul?
Laxus bobbed his head, taking as much of Freed into his mouth as possible. The high moan struck deep within him, but he felt well-sated for the moment. It was just a tenseness in his gut, as if his brain was asking his cock if it should respond, but his libido answered instead. His dick never did listen to his brain anyway. He felt Freed's cock grow thicker, firmer against his tongue.
Fingers tightened in Laxus' hair. "Oh God, Thor," Freed's voice trembled. "Don't stop, just … don't…" Suddenly, he began to gasp, air spiraling up his chest, higher and higher, louder and quicker. His thighs quivered, his fingers curled, flexed, and curled again within the sweat-stiffened blond hair.
Laxus felt those thin hips thrust erratically. There were no more nightmares now. Just Freed. Just this. Just them.
"Lax- … Tho- … Master!" Freed panted, unable to articulate. "I'm going to—"
His breath suddenly hitched and his body went rigid for three seconds, everything still, aside from his fingernails scraping through the blond hair. Then suddenly, a grunt that sounded more like a sob punched out from deep within Freed's chest, and it felt as if his muscles all snapped at once. His head threw back, only faintly aware that he was probably giving one hell of a show. All he cared about was this feeling, stronger than his first orgasm, perhaps because he realized he was not merely coming into a condom. A jolt, another, then a powerful third rocked him. He felt the tongue on him, moving the cum spilling out over to the back of Laxus' mouth. Then he felt swallows around his sensitive cock.
Laxus' eyes closed as the bitter tang pulsed across his tongue. He was letting something into his body again. However, there were no weird flashbacks anymore. Nothing in his past was like this. Nothing compared! The taste, the smell, the feel of this body responding to him, nothing in the universe compared.
He opened his eyes to watch Freed gasp and twitch in aftershocks. It was probably the most beautiful sight Laxus had ever seen, this thinly muscular body reacting to something that was not at all painful, but pure pleasure. He held Freed in his mouth until his breathing evened out and he softened on Laxus' tongue. When Laxus finally let his mouth slip away, Freed trembled.
"You're a good teacher."
Freed was flushed and still breathing raspily. "I hardly instructed you at all."
"On the contrary, I think I learned a lot." Laxus stood and towered over Freed. He tipped the narrow jaw up. "I wouldn't mind more lessons, though."
Freed gazed up. He saw the shininess on Laxus' lips. His shininess. "Kiss me?" he requested softly, as if fearing this was taboo.
Laxus' eyes showed, it was. "I can give you a lap dance, a blow job, even kiss you as foreplay, but kissing afterward … that's probably pushing it. Kissing … it's not necessary. Not in this job."
Freed's eyes drifted down in disappointment.
"Help me clean up," Laxus ordered.
Freed looked up in shock.
"Restroom. No cameras. We can kiss in there."
"Right," he said.
They both pulled on their clothes, but Laxus left his shirt open. They left the VIP room to the restroom. Sure enough, as they began to approach, there were sounds again inside, but different voices.
"Gray!"
"I'm serious, don't call me that in this place."
"But your hands … so good!"
Laxus chuckled to himself. "I knew they were on a first-name basis." He paused and looked down at Freed. "I'm gonna ask a favor of you. Be vocal, and don't you dare call me anything but master."
"Y-yes, master."
"I'm fuckin' serious."
"Understood."
Laxus burst through the doors, and the sounds inside stopped. These two were less skilled at going silent, though. A higher sound kept breathing hard, struggling. Freed wondered for only a second before recalling Laxus accidentally slipping that Ice Prince's real name was Gray. He wondered if the other was Pinkie.
They both went into a toilet stall together, and Laxus suddenly thrust Freed hard against the divider wall, making it shake. He kissed fervently and loudly, sloppy sounds of making out.
"M-Master!" Freed cried out.
"Insatiable," Laxus scolded, grinning as he realized Gray would definitely recognize his voice.
"You … you taste like me," Freed moaned.
"Well, that's your cum on my tongue." Laxus thrust his tongue back into Freed's mouth, and the man gagged at the forcefulness of the kiss. "This is how good your cock tastes, you sexy little bitch."
There was a low groan down the way.
Laxus raised up, grinning, trying so hard not to laugh. Freed also thought this was amusing. Laxus was obviously trying to show off to a coworker.
"Please, master," purred Freed.
"You have a VIP room waiting for you, y'know."
"But here … please! We can't do that in one of those rooms, right?" he reasoned, stroking his hands over the back of Laxus' neck and up into the hairline.
"Oh shit," Laxus shivered, and it was not at all make-believe. Freed's hands were enticing him all over again.
Freed groaned noisily. "Please, do me, master."
"Not in the club."
"Master knows I don't like to wait."
"Little bitch. Master is getting angry."
"Oh, please punish me again. You know how much I love it."
Across the restroom, they heard Gray and that pink-haired kid groaning together. Laxus had to pull back and cover his mouth to stifle laughs. He swore, Freed should take up acting classes.
"Please, master." This time, Freed did not look like he was playing along. His eyes were heavy with desire. His hands ran up Laxus' barrel chest. "Please," he begged softly. "I need you. I need the way you make me feel. Please."
Shit, this little masochist was tempting as hell! "I get off work at midnight," he said.
"I don't want to wait."
"You have to. Did you bring your supplies?"
"I … um … n-no," he admitted.
"Then after your time in the VIP room is done, I suggest you hurry home and get them. Meet me back here."
"Will you … use that thing on me again?"
"I left it at home. Maybe I could buy something else for you."
"Like what?"
"I'll think of something. A new toy for being a good slave."
"Master!" mewled Freed.
Laxus kissed him deeply again. His hand drifted down, but there was no hardness in Freed. Not surprising, considering the man had come twice already.
"Are you sure you're good for a third time tonight?"
"Third?" he heard someone whisper down the way. That was not Gray's voice. Was Pinkie impressed with Greenie after all?
"I'm always ready for you, master."
"Let me wash up. Wait in the room like a good little slave."
"Will master hurry?"
"Master will take his own goddamn time," said Laxus.
"If it pleases you, master."
Laxus leaned into Freed's ear and whispered hotly, "You please me." He kissed Freed's ear, then his neck, on down, and finally latched his lips onto Freed's collar, sucking hard.
"Ahhhhhn!" Freed moaned loudly, quivering in his arms.
"Oh fuck," he heard down the stalls. Gray's voice, definitely. Laxus wondered if Pinkie had reacted in some way to Freed's moaning.
Laxus pulled back to see Freed's eyes glazed. A pink oval was coming up on the side of his neck. "That's my mark of ownership. You're mine tonight. No one else can touch you, got it?"
"Y-yes, master," Freed moaned, really loving the thought of being marked by this thunder god.
"Good boy. Wait for me in the room."
Freed left, and Laxus peed. He washed up, hearing low but distinct sounds down the way. He thought about tormenting Gray for being such a goddamn good dancer, but he decided not to make him and Pinkie wait longer. He left, and as soon as the restroom door closed, he heard their moaning voices start up loudly.
"Fuck, give the person time to walk away from the door," Laxus muttered to himself. He saw Jura down the hall. Although the bouncer was technically supposed to stop people from having sex in the restroom, that never happened. It was just a threat to keep too many from trying.
"Everything cool, man?" asked Jura.
"We've worked things out. Thanks."
"Only time I see you in a VIP room is with one of those rich old men you like."
"I don't like them."
"Well, whatever. That young guy isn't bad looking, I guess. Not like I swing that way. It's a first for you, though, someone your age."
"Yeah, plenty of firsts tonight," he muttered to himself. "What's the time?"
Jura checked his watch. "Quarter to nine. I'll knock when time is up."
"Take your time, Jura," Laxus said with a private smile.
The bald man gave him an understanding wink. "I might forget to check my watch."
"You deserve a raise."
"Tell that to the boss-man."
Inside the room, Freed was waiting for Laxus on his knees, head bowed. Laxus froze at the posture of a slave in submission. He only briefly realized, anyone bothering to still watch the video would also see this.
"Master was away for so long." Freed kept his eyes down.
"Don't complain," he said sternly.
"It's not a complaint. What does master want?"
"To get rid of that damn camera so I can know if you're doing this for real or just for show," he grumbled.
Freed glanced up finally. "I'm probably taking this master/slave thing too far, aren't I?"
Laxus strode up and put a hand on his head. "I don't mind one bit. Only do it as far as you like, though. If it's too weird, too submissive, then don't do it. We'll figure out what we both like."
Freed nodded, and at the offer, he stood up. Being on his knees like he had seen in dom/sub pornos was too uncomfortable.
"We still have half an hour. What do you want to do?" asked Laxus.
"Can we do nothing?"
"We can do anything."
"Cuddle on the couch?"
Laxus chuckled and pulled Freed in close, clutching the lean body against him. "You're a damn romantic," he whispered.
"Do you mind?"
"Not one bit."
They sat together on the massive couch, and Freed curled up into him. Laxus glanced once to the camera. If anyone was still watching … oh hell, like he even cared what they thought anymore. He ignored any potential audience and gazed down to Freed. The poor man looked exhausted. Laxus began to stroke back the long hair, and Freed smiled at being petted.
"Tell me about your roommate," Laxus said softly.
Freed glanced up in surprise at the question.
"I want to know more about you. Your roommate: is he gay?"
"Oh, hell no! A lady's man to the core. Prolific, at that. The dorm nicknamed him The Lion because we joke that he can mate forty times a day. He's actually the reason I began to come here on Saturdays. I'd leave until midnight, so he could have his fun with the ladies."
"Good looking?"
"He's straight. I don't hit on straight guys."
Laxus scowled. "So he's handsome."
"Drop-dead," Freed confessed with a shrug.
"What would he think if I came over to your dorm for a night?"
Freed gasped. "R-Really?" Bringing someone home and kicking Loke out: what a change that would be from the norm.
"Just curious," Laxus said gruffly.
"Knowing Loke, he'd say All's fair and leave to flirt with a girl at a bar or something. He's a cool guy. He doesn't mind that I'm gay, and he tries to accommodate."
"What the hell does that mean?" Laxus asked jealously.
"He got a porn vid once of a foursome: tattooed chick, straight guy, bisexual guy, and a gay guy. I have to admit, other than an obscenely large amount of screen time for the woman, the video was hot, although it was in French."
"Have you and your roommate ever masturbated together?"
"At the same time while watching porn together, yes. Touching one another, hell no. We're friends, and we keep it to that."
"Would you like to watch porn with me?"
Freed smirked up at him. "I wouldn't want to just watch it."
"It could be fun. Watch, get inspiration, tease one another, try to mimic the insane contortions of the actors."
"So long as there are no women in the videos. Sorry, but naked ladies just really turn me off."
"When you go home, pick one of your videos. We'll watch it at the hotel tonight."
"It's a date!"
Freed leaned into the large chest again. He felt safe with Laxus, like this strong man could always protect him from anything. He felt devoted already. He would love to have this man all to himself, but he knew, he was like lightning, a flash of glory, but too much for one person.
"I'll leave right after time is up," Freed said softly. "I don't want to watch you dance for others."
Laxus stroked down his hair. "I told you, you don't have to be jealous."
"I know, but it'll take some getting used to."
Laxus pulled him in closer and gave a clandestine kiss to Freed's forehead. "You're marked as mine, Greenie. No one else gets my mark."
Freed smiled to himself and touched his neck. The mark of the thunder god! "They say lightning never strikes twice."
"Thor can strike his lightning anywhere he damn well pleases," Laxus said, not caring if it sounded like a corny boast.
They both laughed, and their noses rubbed together. They gazed into one another's eyes, so close that they could see the details of the irises, the streaks of colors, and the dilation of the pupils. They could feel the breathes from their nostrils mingling, and they felt like their hearts had begun to beat at the same rapid pace.
"Laxus," he whispered, "I don't care about the cameras. Kiss me. Please."
Laxus stroked the blushing cheek and gazed down at the waiting mouth. "If they don't like this, screw them!"
Tenderly holding Freed's face, Laxus leaned in and gave him a firm, lingering kiss on the lips.
Let them watch! Fuck Jellal! Fuck the club rules against exclusive relationships with clients! Fuck his own insecurity! He wanted this man. He wanted him!
With a tremble, Laxus realized he had fallen in love.
Next Chapter: Opera Date
A/N: Songs mentioned in this chapter include "Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Babe" by Barry White and "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye. I do not own either of these songs.
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