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Catch the Thunder	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 17785 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 24
Master's Return
Freed barely remembered slipping away from the crowd. He had no idea how Laxus knew there was a broom closet in the back, precisely where it was located, and how to slip past security to get back there in the first place; he figured he probably did not want to know. Laxus once said he had visited every bar in town at least once. Perhaps he had learned the layouts of each place … for clients.
Freed did not even bother thinking about that now. He was shoved against a metal shelving unit, having the sanity kissed right out of him. The cold lines of steel shelves pressed against his spine, the pungency of cleansers burned his lungs, and hands that were still cold from being outside were sliding up under his shirt, chilling his torso as they groped at him. None of these discomforts bothered him, not when Laxus was kissing him so fiercely.
Those massive hands suddenly reached down, grabbed his ass, and hoisted him up. Freed grabbed around Laxus' neck, his thin legs wrapped around the muscular waist, and he was effortlessly lifted. He felt Laxus thrust up against him, hard and in need of friction. They clung to one another in a desperate passion they had never yet experienced, not like this. It was a wild craving, a need that outweighed everything, even the nagging voice in the back of Freed's mind that warned him they could get arrested for having sex in public.
None of that mattered. He needed Laxus! He needed to be filled up and claimed. He wanted to be ravaged so hard, he would feel the lingering ache for days. He wanted to be taken, right here, right now!
Laxus snarled between violent kisses, "I am so ready to fuck you."
"Yes," Freed groaned with a shiver. He missed this! He missed the tempestuous passion and thundering growls.
Laxus chuckled. "Do you want it? Public sex? It's illegal, y'know."
"I don't care," he moaned. Freed wiggled his body against the taut muscles, needing the ache rubbed out. "Please!" He was so desperate, he was willing to beg, to obey, to do whatever was ordered of him.
"Idiot." Laxus began to pull Freed off of him.
"No!" he protested, leeching himself even tighter to that sculpted body.
"Get off of me. That's an order."
With a reluctant whine, Freed placed his feet back down onto the ground. He looked up with disappointment.
"Are you stupid?" Laxus scolded softly. "As if I'd do something that could actually get you arrested. You've got a reputation to uphold, and there's no way I'm gonna screw that up."
"I don't care," Freed said needfully.
Laxus put a finger on his nose, holding him back playfully. "I do. I just fuckin' left you because I didn't want to drag your family's name into the mud. I ain't screwing up now that I'm back. You can wait until we get home."
Freed moaned in disappointment and dropped his head down onto Laxus' chest. "But I'm … really turned on."
"Of course you are."
Freed chuckled. It was the same arrogant tone Laxus always used. How he missed it!
Laxus leaned into his ear. "So am I. Feel this." He took Freed's hand and placed it against his crotch. Immediately, Freed grabbed that thick arousal and began to stroke it. "Whoa, easy there!" He yanked the hand off. "Who gave you permission to do that?"
"Please," he begged. He missed the feel of that cock. He wanted to touch it, taste it, let it take him and fill him. His mouth, his ass, he didn't care where, he just wanted that large member to pierce him and join Laxus to him, their bodies becoming one.
Laxus shook his head in awe. "Damn, I really did miss you."
Hearing that made Freed smile, although his groin was seriously aching with need. "Do you want to go home? The new place is set up. I just moved your boxes in from the storage shed today, so … so it's really our place now."
"Our home, huh?" Laxus said with a light smile. "That sounds nice." Nice? It was a dream come true! "Don't you think you should stay with your friends, though? I know someone like you didn't drag them out here. They're going out of their way to cheer you up."
"I'm happy now," he said, hugging Laxus and rubbing his cheek against his chest.
Laxus felt like melting at how adorable Freed could be, like a little cat ready to purr. "Yeah, but considering that's top-shelf shit you're drinking, I would bet money that you're buying their drinks tonight. If you offer to take the tab, you should at least finish the first round."
"I…" Freed felt stumped. Laxus had a point. It was rude to leave after he had offered to buy drinks all night for the guys, but he really wanted to get home and reunite with Laxus. "I want you."
Laxus looked pleased, but he shook his head. "That'd be shitty of me. We have time, and if I start up too soon, you'll never last."
"Last?" he asked in confusion.
Those blue eyes gleamed in the broom closet's low light. "I told you, the next time I see you, I'm gonna make love to you until sunrise."
"But … but that was when we thought you'd be gone for—"
"I've been gone long enough," Laxus said over his words. His hands ran up and down Freed's body. "Long enough to want you all night."
Freed trembled under the gentle touches. Laxus looked like he was starving, and when he kissed Freed, he bit on his lip, as if ready to devour him right there.
"You want me, right?" Laxus asked as he slowly kissed along Freed's jawbone and up toward his ear.
"O-of course!" he stuttered out.
Laxus suddenly grabbed his chin and lifted it. "Tell me!" he demanded.
Freed shivered from the aggressive dominance that he had missed so much. "I want you," he moaned. "Please!"
"Then you wait," he teased, pulling back and leaving Freed desperate for more. Laxus smirked at how easily he could mess up this son of a rich man. "You brought all of my stuff, right?"
"Everything I didn't donate. That was just clothes and some furniture."
"You didn't toss any of my … personal supplies, right?"
Freed blushed, knowing what he meant. "N-no. I packed all of that." It had been the first time he had seen all of Laxus' supplies, and he had diligently kept every item, from sex toys to old porn mags.
"Good," Laxus chuckled deviously. "There are a few things I wanna try on you. I said I would make love to you until sunrise." He grabbed Freed's cheeks hard with one hand until his jaw was forced open and he moaned in pain. "I didn't say it would be gentle."
Freed could not shut his mouth to hold back the groan, and the sound of it shamed him. "Y-you mean…"
Laxus leaned in close to his face. "You are going to hurt," he promised. "I couldn't take it out on that bastard father of mine, so you'll have to do. Just warning you," he whispered in a threat that made Freed's skin crawl and his heart race. "It might hurt worse than you're used to. Tell me when it's too much. I'm gonna push you to your limits. To the very edge of what you can withstand! I wanna see you unable to walk, unable to speak from all the screaming, my hand print on your lily-white ass, my teeth engraved into your skin, my marks all over you until not an inch of your body forgets who your master is. Then, I'm gonna pound that ass of yours so hard, so many times, fill you with so much of my cum, you won't be able to take a shit for a week without feeling the burn."
"Laxus," he keened, getting erect all over again from the sweet promises of sadistic pain.
"I said I'd make love to you until sunrise, but I never said you'd only come once." Laxus pressed himself up against Freed again, and the green-haired man felt the stiffness in those leather pants. "I wanna see how many times it takes to completely drain you. What's your record, Freed? How many times in one day have you made yourself come?"
Freed moaned at the humiliating question and looked away with a blush.
Laxus suddenly pulled his hair and growled. "Answer me, you little slave. What's your record for coming?"
Freed hissed at the hair-pulling. "S-seven! But that was a whole day."
"You mean you once spent a whole day jacking off?"
"Not the whole day," he mumbled in shame. "I just mean, that was from morning wood until evening finale. In one sitting … um … three? Three times, I guess?"
"Three?" Laxus hummed. "Not enough. We'll aim for seven. I wanna make you come seven fucking times. I wanna keep you going until you're shooting dry. And when you can't come anymore, I'm gonna keep going until you pass out. Don't even think about begging me to stop. I won't! I won't until sunrise. I'll fill your ass with every toy I have, and I'll make you ride me in every position in the book. Even if you pass out, I'll fuck you unconscious."
Freed whined and reached down as his cock pulsed to those dirty, sensual words.
"Hey," Laxus warned.
"No, I … I won't come in my pants," he said, fighting the need. "You taught me control."
"Damn right I did! And I wanna see you lose control."
Freed whimpered.
His hand drifted down as his mouth nibbled Freed's neck. "I wanna see you begging me! I wanna hear you moan, see you writhing all over the bed." He nipped Freed's earlobe. "I want to make you scream." He suddenly squeezed Freed's erection painfully tight.
"Laxus!" he cried out, giving a small push. If he kept that up, he might really come in his clothes. "Come on. I'm trying not to embarrass myself."
"Maybe I wanna see that, too," Laxus smirked. "Do you want to know what I fantasized about out there in Greece? Our first night, that lap dance. I was staring at how sexy you looked under me, but I wasn't paying attention to you, to your needs. I was too enthralled," he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind Freed's ear. "You looked incredible that night. I was lost, staring at your eyes, watching your body twist with need. I wasn't paying attention. Still, I felt when you came in your pants. I felt it twitch and throb. I could smell it shoot out."
Freed gasped as he remembered that night and the shame of it.
"So much humiliation!" Laxus hummed hungrily. "Wanna know a secret?" He leaned into Freed's ear. "I almost came right there along with you."
Freed looked up in amazement. "W-what?"
"Yeah," Laxus shrugged, wondering why he was confessing this now. "I wasn't about to admit it before, but … my God, you were hot," he sneered. "So that's what I kept imagining: that face you had in that moment. Fuck!" he exclaimed, remembering the total and utter humiliation he had witnessed, made more incredible because it had not been something consensual. It had been accidental, not something a client wanted. It was honest humiliation, forced shaming, and that had made it incredible. "I'm glad you didn't totally hate me for that."
"I admit, I was mad," Freed confessed. "It was embarrassing."
"Oh, I bet!" Laxus' voice dropped to a whisper. "I would love to see you do that again. I won't have sex with you in public, but … something like that, coming in your pants in public, in front of a crowd. Damn, I wanna see that."
Freed felt a cold sweat as the predatory gleam focused on him. "N-no! Not here!"
Laxus just smiled.
"No!" Freed shivered. "My friends are here."
"Exactly. It's perfect. Loud music so whimpers won't be overheard, crowded enough so no one will be looking directly at us yet you'll realize just how many people are witnessing you jizz your pants, and people you know sitting right in front of you."
"N-no," he whined. "I don't have a change of clothes. I … I couldn't go around a crowd like that with cum in my pants. That's just … it's … not right. It could get on someone."
That was an honest possibility, and Laxus realized it would be bad if some lady accidentally brushed against Freed in the crowd and got semen on her. Not only was it unsanitary, it was Freed's cum. The idea of even a single drop ending up on someone else pissed off Laxus. He didn't want anyone to have Freed's cum on them, no one else, only him. He was the only person who could feel that milky fluid on his skin. He wanted to publicly claim dominance over Freed, but he didn't want to share a single drop.
"Then into a condom you go."
Freed thought his argument would end this, but he saw the way Laxus looked at him. He gasped in terror. "You're serious."
"Dead serious," Laxus said coldly.
Freed gulped and began to pant. Oh damn, it sounded amazing, but … wrong. So wrong! And that made it incredible.
"It'll count as your first time coming tonight. First of seven. The apartment can wait. I wanna have fun now." He caged Freed in against the broom closet shelf and hissed into his ear. "I wanna see this. I wanna make you do things you'll never forget, things that will make you feel downright dirty tomorrow morning. I want everyone here to see how my slave looks after he's been pleasured by me. You'll show them," he said with cruel amusement. "You're gonna show them all that face. The face I jacked off to in Greece. I wanna see it again." He leaned back, reached into a back pocket, and pulled something out. "Here, take this." He grabbed Freed's hand and thrust it into his palm.
Freed looked down and saw the small square wrapper with a distinct circle bulging around. "Wh-what?" he cried out in shock. "Where'd you get that?"
"I brought it with me," Laxus shrugged. "I knew I wanted you, and I wasn't sure if I could wait."
Freed quickly hid the condom into his pocket.
"Go into the restroom. Put it on," Laxus ordered. "And to make sure it doesn't get filled before I finish my drink…" He reached into the other pocket and pulled out a cock ring.
"Wait a minute!" Freed yelled. "There is no way you got my cock ring from my apartment." He felt a sudden bolt of jealousy. "Whose is it?"
Why would Laxus have a cock ring in his pocket? Had he bought it in Greece? Had he used it in Greece? On someone else? The idea both angered him and made him want to cry. What if Laxus had slipped back into his old habits? What if he needed money and took some clients for quick funds? He always insisted that they meant nothing, he had no emotional attachment to those people, but now…
Things were different. Now, they were both wearing those silver rings. Laxus did not need clients for money, not when he had Freed. Of course, Laxus had promised not to call Freed while on that trip. Still, Freed didn't want to share him, not with a client, not with anyone. He had never been greedy in his life, taught that a man of his station was meant to share the wealth, donate to charity, and give away freely. However, he wanted to be greedy with Laxus. He wanted to be the only man for him. If Laxus absolutely needed a person with a higher pain tolerance to get some sadistic cravings out of his system, then Freed wanted to be the one who allowed it, to watch, to see everything Laxus did and know that he could stop all of it if he didn't like it.
The idea that Laxus might have taken someone while in Greece made Freed's heart turn dark.
"Idiot," Laxus scoffed. "I bought it just now, on my way here." He had a smug smile.
Freed's eyes narrowed. Bought it? Tonight? That was a relief! However, that meant… "You've been planning this all along," he accused.
"Maybe," Laxus admitted. "I figured, if you were out in public, why not? Then I tracked the GPS on your phone to the pub. Perfect! In front of your friends, in front of that roommate you once called drop-dead handsome—"
"I didn't—"
"You did," he shouted, "and I've been pissed at Loke ever since. I wanna show him. I wanna humiliate you right in front of him, and … seriously, how the hell do you know Gray?" he exclaimed. "Have you been watching him strip? I said no strip clubs, bitch!"
"No!" Freed cried out. "He's out. He quit the South Pole Club. Loke knows Pinkie—I mean, Natsu—and Gray is dating Natsu. That's all. Honestly, this is the first time I've met either one of them outside of the club. And I haven't been back to there, I swear. Well, except to go talk to Bob, but that was after hours. I was good," he swore.
"I'm still punishing you."
"Why?" he yelled.
"Do I need a reason? Because you're in a pub with hot ladies all over the place who could put their hands on your ass. Because you're with three young men, and two of them are gay and thus potentially could be interested in you. Because you smell sexy and I don't want others to smell you."
"Smell?" he asked. He had not put on any cologne. If anything, he should smell a bit sweaty from moving boxes. How was that sexy?
"Because I missed you until it hurt but you just said 'That was a quick trip,' and that pissed me off. Because I wanna punish you, and I don't need a goddamn excuse, but I have so many right now, I could spend the night listing them." He slammed Freed into the concrete wall and towered over him. "I want to punish you, and that starts now. You'll put on that condom, wear that cock ring, and your gonna sit in this pub until I make you come in your goddamn clothes. You're not gonna run off, or hide your face, and I won't distract your friends from watching. I'll make them watch you. You'll show them, and you're gonna shoot that cum out into my condom knowing you're doing it right in front of everyone."
"N-no," he shivered. With tears, Freed hugged himself and shrank away. "No. I … no." He sobbed softly, shaking his head and looking overwhelmed by it all.
Laxus stepped back, wondering if he was being too harsh. He had spent over a month plotting some of the worst torture he knew, only to have those plans put on hold. He did not want to take out his frustration and disappointment on Freed. He only wanted to pleasure him, to hear his arousing gasps and whimpers. He pouted at the shaking in those slender limbs and the tears dripping down his flushed cheeks.
"Is it really too much?"
Freed gulped hard and shook his lowered head.
"If it truly is, I won't—"
"No!" he yelled, looking up and seeing the gentle concern in those eyes.
For all his foul language and harsh treatment, Laxus cared deeply for him. He might make threats, but Freed knew that, when it came down to the truth, he was in charge here. He called the shots. He always had. If he truly did not want this, Laxus would stop. He was sadistic but not evil. He was tender and worried about Freed all the time, even when whispering sweet promises of pain and humiliation.
"I … I…" The words caught in Freed's throat, but the blush showed what his brain could not articulate.
"Ooooh?" Laxus smiled in amusement. "Do you really want it after all? Does a pervert like you want to come in front of his friends?"
Freed felt tiny and shameful because the truth was, he did want it. "I don't," he insisted. "It's green, and I don't!"
"Green?" Green! Green light to go, but Freed would act like it was against his will. He chuckled at the devious little vixen. "You horny bastard," he said softly. His adorable slave was playing hard-to-get. Fine, he would get forceful, if that was what Freed really wanted. He raised his voice, "You'll put that condom and cock ring on."
"No!" Freed said in stubbornness.
Laxus grabbed his hair again and yanked it hard. Instead of pain, the shout from Freed trembled with ecstasy. "You listen to me, you little bitch. You're my slave. You obey me. Master was away, but now Master is home, and you will obey."
"No!" he yelled back, summoning up all the pride and hubris he had been born into. "I am a working adult and junior manager at the Justine Corporation. I don't have to—"
Laxus suddenly slammed his foot into the metal shelf, making a boom so loud, Freed jumped in fear. Someone had to have heard that! Keeping his leg popped up, Laxus grabbed Freed by the hips, yanked him with bruising force, and threw him over his raised knee. Freed was thrown so hard, his hair fell into his face. His head was upside down and looking backward at his own ankles
"What the…?"
Freed's words were cut off by three cracks as Laxus' open palm spanked his ass. Those turquoise eyes opened huge. Freed honestly had not expected to be spanked right here, and he could not even cry out, it was so fast and so shocking. Then those sweaty fingers grabbed his hair and yanked him upright. Laxus leaned into his face and glared coldly while Freed gazed with massive eyes.
"You … will … obey … me … bitch!"
Freed's racing heart made him breathless. If this was just the beginning, tonight was going to be the best night of his life.
"Do you need to be convinced more?"
"No," he whispered in awe. He had almost forgotten how enthralling Laxus could be when he stopped trying to be gentle and went fully sadistic and dominant.
"Are you going to obey?"
"Yes," he said so softly, it was barely a hiss. He wanted this blond god to dominate him more!
"Put that damn cock ring on, shove your dick into the condom, and then come directly to me. I'll get a booth for our group. That way my hand can be under the table as I touch you. I want to stroke your cock in front of everybody. If it wasn't illegal, I would throw you over a table and pound that ass of yours in front of the whole group, for everyone to see. Hell, I'd ask Gray to give me a hand and have him suck your dick while I bury myself deep inside you."
Freed's eyes widened and his cheeks went crimson as he imagined both former strip dancers working on him.
"Do you like that idea?"
"I … I don't … I'm not sure," he said uncomfortably.
"Ever been in a threesome?"
Freed looked hurt by the question. "I've only been with you."
Laxus smiled and stroked his head tenderly. "Good answer. Now, go on. You should be thankful I'm letting you use a condom."
Freed nodded, but he looked up with sadness still lingering. "Do you really want Gray to do that?"
"Fuck no!" Laxus glared. "I'm too jealous and greedy. I don't like the idea of guys even shaking your hand, let alone touching you there."
Freed sighed with relief. He had almost been afraid that this was a fantasy of Laxus', if maybe he wasn't enough now, maybe Laxus wanted two lovers to order around.
"Freed." Laxus picked up his thin hand, kissed the inside of his palm, and then held his knuckles to let the silver promise ring gleam in the dim closet light. "What does the inside of this ring say?"
Freed's cheeks blushed. "Only you, Greenie."
"And what does my ring say?"
Freed gazed up lovingly into those electric eyes. "Only you, Thor."
He nodded and kissed Freed's knuckles. "Only you, and don't you fucking forget it!"
All of his fears vanished in that moment. His worries about Laxus' loyalty while in Greece, his guilt at being so greedy, his desire to covet this man, were all justified, because Laxus felt the exact same way. He didn't want men to touch Freed. He was angry just because Freed was hanging out with other gay men. He had bought these silver promise rings as a way to lay claim on Freed, even if it was greedy doing so. He had been just as worried, just as jealous, and just as happy to be together again.
Laxus leaned over and planted a soft kiss onto Freed's forehead. His eyes said it all. They were both greedy bastards who wanted it all, but there was nothing wrong with that, not when they were both rich enough in love to keep giving freely.
"Now go," Laxus told him with a firm tone but a tender smile.
"Yes, Master," he said, and he turned around to the closet door. He began to twist the handle.
Hearing Freed call him Master once again overwhelmed Laxus. Although the door was cracked open, he slammed a hand against it, shutting it with a bang. He pinned Freed against the door, grabbed his shirt collar, yanked it aside, and kissed him hard on the top of his shoulder. Freed cried out in surprise. He stuttered protests, but Laxus ignored them.
He suddenly bit into that pale skin and latched on hard with his lips. He needed to mark Freed as his, now! He did not dare let him walk around this crowd looking as sexy as he was and not be marked as his. He sucked as hard as he could, as if he could siphon the very soul out of him. Then he looked down. Sure enough, it was bruised with blood speckling just under the surface of the skin. Laxus liked seeing that. He kissed it gently as an apology for hurting him, but his skin smelled so good, sweaty and musky and not scented with soaps or body sprays. It smelled of sweat, sex, and lust.
He licked the skin, tasting it, then kissed, kissed, kissed! So delicious! More!
"L-Laxus!" he cried out. "Stop, really." Freed didn't know whether to expect pain or pleasure, but he knew that if Laxus continued, both of them would be too weak to stop themselves.
Laxus pulled away, satisfied that Freed at least had a decent mark there. He straightened up the shirt and made sure the hickey did not show.
Damn, Laxus wanted him! His desire was so potent, it was probably unhealthy, but he blamed it on the long separation. He wanted everything about Freed, wanted to make him feel everything, from the sweetest tenderness to the most violent passion. He wanted to claim everything, protect everything, to enslave him and worship him and hoard him and never let him be touched by another person. He was an angel, and no mortal should dare touch such perfection. Only a god could.
Only the thunder god could claim this green angel!
His fist tensed and shook at how much he had to hold back the desire to rip Freed's clothes off and take him, right here, right now, as roughly and thoroughly as possible. That lust clashed with the desire to just hold him, cling to him, caress every part of his body, cover him in gentle kisses, beg him for forgiveness, and crawl around on all fours if it could make up for making Freed cry. He wanted to cherish him, and he wanted to use him up as roughly as possible. He wanted to protect him from harm, and he wanted to make him tremble with erotic pain.
The emotions swirled, clashed, battled each other, and left Laxus frustrated with a storm of paradoxical passions.
"Mine," he growled, and that was all. He opened the closet door and stomped out, knowing that if he stayed there any longer, he really would do something illegal.
Freed stood in the dim room, panting and in shock from suddenly having Laxus gone. He looked down at the cock ring still in his hand and pulled out the condom that accompanied it.
"I guess it starts now," he said to himself. He firmed his shoulders. He had been given orders by his master. "I'll obey," he declared to himself.
No matter how shaming it was, he would obey his master, please his master, and throw all of his trust onto his master to protect him from truly doing too much. He would show Laxus how much he loved and trusted him, not just in private, but out here, in the open, in front of everyone. He would publicly prove his loyalty and obedience.
Finally, he walked out of the broom closet, determined to make this night incredible by obeying Laxus' wishes.
Next Chapter: In Front of Everyone
A/N: I made recordings of the next few chapters detailing what will probably be the best night of Freed's life!
Chapter 24 audio: http://chirb.it/Jemm7t
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