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Gray and Natsu: Fuck Buddies Code	By : GraySmirks Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 6984 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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31. Game-changing deals in corporate Magnolia

Chapter summary: A really long day for Gray just keeps getting weirder and more exciting! Including waking up from a one night stand, a long weekday in corporate Magnolia, international relationships, oil deals in the dark and mass indecency.
Gray’s alarm clock rang. Groggy, Gray postponed it 5min like he used to do without realizing his company. The alarm rang again.

“Oh shit, today it’s gonna be an extra shitty day!” - he thought.

Gray realized Romeo embracing him from the back.

“Oh no! And that’s gonna bring me troubles!” - he continued thinking.

Gray: Romeo… Hey Romeo, wake up. It’s time to wake up and leave, my friend!

Romeo: Ugh… No! My head’s gonna explode.

G: Cause you drank way too much yesterday. Come on, dress up that it’s late!

Romeo finally woke up. Meanwhile Gray searched the kitchen for something for breakfast, he quickly decided it was time to go have breakfast elsewhere.

G: Hey Romeo, I’m a bit late and I don’t have anything to give you for breakfast. I’m sorry to make you leave so suddenly, but if you want I can buy you something on the go. On another occasion I’d let you stay here for longer but my partner arrives today and may come here.

Gray and Romeo left the apartment. Once on the street, Romeo followed Gray on his way to work. They stopped in a bakery and got coffee and a sandwich each one. Gray paid for it.
G: Well Romeo, it’s been a pleasure to meet you but now we must take separate ways.
R: Thank you Gray, it’s meant a lot to me. To be honest I had never slept like this for a whole night with anybody before you. Will you call me?
G: Oh Romeo, don’t talk about this here… I don’t think it’s a good idea. You are very young and deserve someone better. Plus I’m already with someone.
R: Ok, well, I copied your number. We can talk whenever. Again, thank you for tonight.
G: Good bye and good luck, Romeo.

Both guys split ways and immediately after Gray regretted giving Romeo his number. Did he? No, Romeo got Gray’s phone and called himself to get his number.

Gray finished his sandwich and drank the rest of his coffee in one swig and ran to work.

Gray worked in DinoForce, an energy company specialized in oil. He was a price analyst and that day he had to meet with some important providers who wanted to remain anonymous. Upon arrival, Gray’s boss communicated him the undisclosed important providers would arrive later at night and that they would want assistance from someone from the company. After a first presentation, Gray would take care of them. Such providers came very late that day. In fact, at 8pm, Gray called Natsu telling him he wouldn’t be able to meet him (Natsu arrived from holidays with his college friends). At 9:30 pm the providers still hadn’t come and Gray was tired and very hungry. He went to a vending machine to get some bread sticks and a coffee. That job was killing him. He had a decent salary but he hated the days he had to remain in the office for so long. His work day had been quite straightforward, with not much to do since he put everything aside to prepare for the meeting with the providers. But as he went out and had that thing with Romeo the previous night, he ended up sleeping very few hours.
Eventually he got a call. It was his boss, telling him the VIP providers were a single member of the royal family from a middle east emirate full of oil and his attendants. More precisely a sultant who would sell them tons of high quality crude, potentially at a good price. Gray’s job was to present him the company and help him until the big bosses would meet the following day. That meant doing everything for him to feel comfortable and not wanting to sell cheap oil to the competition.

After 40 more minutes, Gray got another call, the sultan had arrived at the airport and wanted to go visit the city. Gray had to go meet him. Gray called a taxi and payed it way too much to get him to the airport as quickly as possible. It started to rain heavily. The sultan meanwhile was waiting in his plane in a hangar, in an alternative terminal of the airport for VIPs. The taxi dropped Gray at the terminal entrance and there he identified and was shown were the hangar was. At that time the terminal was almost closed, and lacked most services, so no transportation to the hangar. Gray was indicated how to go to the hangar the sultan was. Without transportation and not considered a menace for the safety of the place he was allowed to go by foot to hangar #16 “just” 1300m away from the terminal entrance. Gray, hungry, tired and a bit disoriented ran to the site in the middle of the rain. When he finally arrived he saw the hangar brightly illuminated in the darkness of that rainy evening. In the middle of it, a shiny private jet and a rapper-fancy Rolls Royce parked next to it. The plane door opened and a young muscular man came out and squatted on the airstairs and a man in a keffiyeh climbed on him and was piggybacked down the stairs. Gray observed the unusual scene from the hangar entrance, just a few meters away from the heavy rain.

Sultan: Hello? Good night. Are you from DinoForce?

Gray: Yes! Good night! You… his highness must be the mystery businessman I’m waiting for! - Gray spoke out so the sultan could hear him. Then he approached.

S: It’s a pleasure, you must be Mr. Fullbuster. Your superiors were very kind to send me such a capable representative. They said you are the most appropriate DinoForce representative to guide and show me the city and the company.

G: It’s a great pleasure his highness! Should I address differently to his highness?

S: Well, highness it’s a bit pompous for my taste, what about you call me Sultan, or just Sul. My closest friends sometimes call me Sul.

G: If that suits you, I’ll call his highness Sul!

S: Weren’t you informed about the weather forecast and my time of arrival? I suspect you were not.

G: I’m afraid not specifically enough. Did I made you wait?

S: Just a bit, but don’t worry I have plenty of divertimentos in my plane. Should we get going? You may come in my car.

G: Yes Sultan!

Gray was damning his superiors for not telling who was the mystery provider and for not getting him proper instructions and transportation. All that was quite strange and fishy. He ended up showing up late to that important man, tired, hungry and soaked in rain and sweat. Was him object of sabotage by the competition? Was all that a bad joke? Weren’t DinoForce executives interested in a good deal?

Already sitting in the car, the Sultan interrupted Gray’s daydreaming:

S: Excuse me sir, Mr. Fullbuster, can you hear me?

G: What? I mean what’s the matter his majesty?

S: I repeat you that you can call me Sul.

G: Sorry Sul.

S: You look dispersed and tired. And you are soaked. Maybe you should change clothes.

G: Sorry Sul, but I wasn’t properly informed of your arrival nor was I provided with adequate transport. But now that I finally reached you, I’m at your disposal.

S: Ok, just relax and get comfortable. Once you are ready my driver will drive us to wherever you recommend me to spend a thrilling night of clubbing. Khaliz, Hafiz, bring dry clothes for our local guide!

Khaliz and Hafiz were the sultan’s personal assistants. They also wore arabian clothes but less fancy than the sultan’s. Khaliz was the bigger one who piggybacked the sultan moments ago. Hafiz was shorter, younger and less muscular. Both were remarkable handsome.

Hafiz got a keffiyeh from the car trunk and Khaliz indicated Gray to strip next to the car. When he arrived to the underpants, Khaliz told him to take it off as well. Gray did it, not that he had the alternative in front of that enormous man. Then, Gray put on the arabian clothes he was given (no underwear), equal to the ones from the assistants. Back in the car the sultan asked him:

S: Do you feel better in these new dry clothes?

G: Sure I do, thank you.

S: Very well, where should we go now? I want to have some night fun. I heard there is a local in the old quarter that they have good music and live shows, it’s called “Perse Nuit”, like Persian night in French.

Perse Nuit was a night club known for its sexual shows and parties, like a disco with live sex and scheduled orgies. Was the sultan for real? Was this man from a distant and repressive country up for alcohol, loud music and unconventional public sex? - Gray asked himself.

G: Well… I know where the place is, but it’s not a quiet place, and maybe you prefer to go somewhere fancier.

S: No, I think we will all like it, it seems a great place to go and google ads is recommending it to me. Raschid, please, drive us to Perse Nuit!

Raschid, the driver, brought the sultan and his retinue (now including Gray) to the old quarter of Magnolia. During the drive, the sultan offered a whiskey to Gray and both drank. A whiskey on an empty stomach felt like a punch in the belly for the tired Gray. Even though that part of the old quarter was only for pedestrians, the driver passed through the narrow streets anyway. The diplomatic immunity and the flags on the car hood sides probably helped. The men got out of that ominously expensive car and had no trouble in entering the place, as the bodyguard simply opened the door for them. Gray had it harder to enter Perse Nuits the first times he tried. Inside, as usual, a fully unrestrained thematic party, that night: “inside the friary”, dozens of men from 18 to 70 in religious habits, drinking, dancing, stripping and some starting to get naked. It was still early for the public group sex, but in a couple of hours, more than half of the attendance would be naked and a good number having sex in every corner of the place. Women, although a minority, frequented the place, but on “friars’ night”, they were almost nonexistent.

S: It seems they have a big party ongoing here, were we lucky or this is usual in Magnolia?

G: This club only opens certain nights, but when it does it gets pretty crowded.

S: Oh… that’s very interesting. Khaliz, please, get us a table with comfortable seats and drinks we can enjoy please.

Khaliz did not have to do much, as the club owner soon came to welcome us and invite us to drinks and snacks.

Gray smiled when he saw the food, although you can’t expect to eat much at 11:10 in a disco where they organize sex parties - the food are the attendees.

Premium gin and tonics and vegetables chips, nuts, some crudités to submerse in your drink or to dip in an assortment of hummus.

S: Look at that! Lovely! I love the hospitality of this town! You are fortunate to live here, Gray!

G: Yeah, all this looks very tasty, do you mind if I eat some? I confess I’m hungry.

S: No need to ask, this is for everyone!

Gray took advantage of it and filled himself with those light snacks.

S: Save some hunger for later, my friend!

The sultan sipped his free gin and tonic and looked around while munching a sweet potato chip. The music was loud and the boys were getting wild in the dancefloor. Hafiz and Khaliz also sipped their drinks and observed the scene. None of them seems shocked, not even surprised. It wasn’t the first time they visited a club like Perse Nuit. Gray realized he should give some conversation to the sultan and stopped devouring the snacks to address to the sultan. They probably had nothing in common and that member of the royal family had already seen everything in his life, but the drinks paved a shortcut to a club conversation.

G: Excuse me Sul, are you having a good time?

S: Sure, is it your first time here?

G: Ah… well I kinda was able to get in a long time ago, but I guess it has changed a lot since last time.

S: Do you think so?

Gray was increasingly uncomfortable and didn’t really know where that supposed business appointment was going. On top of that, now, the Sultan’s questions were getting a bit intrusive. Despite all that, Gray replied, each time more confused.

G: Yes I suppose.

S: Gray, my friend, I think you are going to enjoy this place as much as my loyal and dear assistants Hafiz, Khaliz, and myself as well. Khaliz, what do you think of Gray’s new clothes?

K: I think these look great on him.

S: Hafiz. Gray’s clothes are clean… but what about him?

H: He’s clean as well. It is now confirmed.

S: So that’s good. But being so clean, will it taste good?

H: I can smell that he will.

S: Those are all good news, everyone is hungry and the meat is hot. We shall start! Khaliz, ask for a quieter and more private space. The music is loud here.

Gray really didn’t have a clue of what was going on and definitely wasn’t in control of the situation. Ever more confused and half drunk, he was brought to a luxurious private room. The owner of the club accompanied and offered them expensive drinks, all the services they wanted and even illicit goods. Then, he retired and Gray, naked inside a keffiyed, was left alone with those three strangers in a party sex club for the real business meeting to begin and for the juice to start flowing.

To be continued
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