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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 3
Forcing, Watching, Belting
They got into the hotel room, and instantly Gray slammed Natsu up against the door, not even waiting for it to fully close. He tore the white muffler off and immediately began pulling at Natsu's clothes. Natsu fumbled with Gray's shirt, lacking the dexterity of the stripper. Gray pulled back, his mouth dripped with Natsu's saliva, and he yanked his shirt off fast. Then he pulled Natsu's shirt off and hungrily slid his hands up the burning torso.
"Nngh … ahh," Natsu moaned as Gray gave him kisses down the neck. "Gray…"
The ice wizard suddenly bit right on the pulse and sucked hard on it. Natsu cried out with a little pain. He was being marked again, and it made him want Gray…
Too much.
"Tie me up," he begged.
Gray chuckled at his eagerness. "Can't I enjoy it?"
"Please…" Natsu squirmed as Gray twisted his nipples. "I'm gonna go crazy. I need to be tied up first."
Gray peered down into Natsu's flushed face. "I brought handcuffs."
"Mmmmm … yeah," he groaned.
"Have you ever tried handcuffs, Natsu?"
He squirmed a bit. "Nngh … no. But I want to. I had dreams about it. About being handcuffed."
"Yeah," Gray purred. "That's what I want to do to you." He had remembered Natsu telling him that. It was why he brought them along, as a special treat to make up for the mess of getting drunk earlier. "That bag. I brought the handcuffs in that."
He stepped away and picked up a bag he had carried with him to the hot springs. Buried on the bottom were steel cuffs. They clanked as Gray pulled them out, and he showed them to Natsu, dangling them like both a threat and a promise.
"I'm going to cuff you," he sneered, and the lust within him was nearly at a breaking point. "Get out of your clothes and onto the bed. Now!"
Natsu scampered over to the bed, unbuckling his pants as he went and yanking them off his legs as he collapsed onto the love hotel's firm mattress. Gray also loosened his leather belt and dropped his trousers and boxers to the ground, stepping out fully naked. He stalked over to the bed, and Natsu watched him with bated breath.
"Hands up," he ordered, and Natsu snapped to obey.
Natsu watched the ice wizard pull the metal handcuffs out from behind his back, holding them between his fingers like a sinful treat. Gray sat on the side of the mattress, stared down hard at the anxious pink-head, and then he suddenly yanked Natsu's hands up a little harder, making the Dragon Slayer grunt. He clasped one cuff around Natsu's left wrist, wrapped the chain around the bars of the cast-iron headboard, and snapped the other cuff tightly around the right wrist.
"Ow!" Natsu yelped as the metal bit into his flesh. "Hey, careful."
Gray just laughed. "They're metal. They hurt. They're not like the fuzzy ones I have. These are the type that will leave dark bruises on your skin."
Natsu licked his lips lustfully at the thought.
"So don't pull too hard. You'll really bruise yourself, and then what will Lucy and Erza say?"
Flippantly, Natsu stated, "Who cares what they say?"
Gray just smiled down at his captured dragon. "Yeah, but if they ask, what would you tell them?"
"I wouldn't tell them about us," Natsu promised. "You don't have to worry about that."
"Good," Gray said seriously. He definitely did not want people in the guild to know he had these sorts of tendencies, but then again, he was sure Natsu felt the same way. What would people say?
Gray gazed over the muscular body, his eyes taking it all in, yet he lingered on the stiff mast sticking up through wiry, dark-pink hair.
"You're really hard, Natsu. Just look at that cock," he breathed in admiration. If Gray ever wanted to worship anything, this was certainly praiseworthy. "You're wet already." He swiped a pearl of pre-cum off and licked it.
"Gray…" Natsu's voice trembled in pleasure.
Gray stroked Natsu's cock slowly, lazily enticing it. "Did you like touching me in the hot spring?"
"Mm-hmm," Natsu said, nodding fervently.
"I liked it," Gray moaned breathlessly. "I like to feel you in me." He looked down sternly. "I want to feel you in me, Natsu."
The trance Natsu had fallen into suddenly shattered, and he jolted with wide eyes. "Wait … what?"
Gray smirked playfully. "You heard me."
"Gray!"
"I … want … you … to … fuck … me," he said slowly.
"No…" Natsu yanked on the handcuffs. "Please, Gray. Not that."
Gray chuckled lightly. "What's wrong with you? You were okay using your finger."
"That's … different."
Gray squeezed Natsu a little harder, stroking faster. The Dragon Slayer's body arched up off the mattress. He yanked on the handcuffs again, rattling them against the metal headboard.
"Nngh … Gray…"
"Do you like me touching you?"
"Ye- … mmm…"
"You feel ready, Natsu," Gray moaned in a whisper. "You feel ready for my ass. I need to be ready for you." Gray reached to the nightstand. Being a love hotel, it always had lube ready, and he smeared a little onto his fingers. Then he reached under him and pressed a finger inside his ass. He hummed at the slippery middle finger slid in.
Natsu stared, enthralled by the sight of that finger disappearing into the ice wizard's body. He remembered the feel, how only a few minutes ago, it was his finger in there. Pure amazement and shuddering lust filled him.
"Gray," he whispered in awe.
"Do you like watching me touch myself?" Gray slipped out, and then he forced a second finger in. "Nngh! Fuck." He opened his eyes and saw that Natsu had calmed down just watching him. He smirked at the reaction. "Do you like to watch me—nngh—slide my fingers—mmh—inside?"
Natsu felt embarrassed that he liked watching so much. "I … I don't—"
"Shhh." Gray had an understanding smile. "I'll take care of the prepping. You don't have to worry."
"Th- … that's not it," Natsu stuttered.
Gray tenderly caressed the flushed and anxious face. "Don't worry, Natsu." Then he realized something. "You've never entered someone, have you?"
"N- … no," Natsu admitted awkwardly.
"It's okay. It's normal to be nervous your first time."
Natsu looked frustrated. "Gray, that's not it."
"Shhh," he hushed again, stroking the pink hair. "It'll be okay. I'll take care of you. I think I'm spread wide now." He straddled over Natsu and crawled to sit right on his groin. Then he took the bottle of lube and drizzled some onto Natsu's cock.
"Gray, please!" Natsu begged in desperation, trying to draw back, away from the cold, thick liquid.
"Hey, it's not going to hurt you." Then he softened his voice. "And it's not going to hurt me too badly. It's going to feel good. You're going to make me feel … very good. You want to make me feel good, right?"
"Well, yeah, but—"
Again, Gray hushed him. He smiled down with confidence. "Here we go."
He took hold of Natsu's arousal, stilling it as he sank down onto the cock. Natsu cried out at the tightness around him and all that warmth covered over him. He shook his head, but still Gray sank down, gritting his teeth as he spread open wider.
"Gray…" Natsu sobbed.
"Almost … ooh … yeah…" Gray felt himself sitting full on the cock. Goddammit, it hurt! "I can do this," he said to himself. Then he smiled down at the quivering boy. "Your little dragon is hungry." He chuckled at the annoyance in Natsu's face. Even glaring at him like normal, he was cute. "All right. Just give me a moment. Shit, you're huge."
"Gray…"
"Do you like to feel inside of me?"
"Yeah."
"How does it feel?"
"Nngh … I don't know," he mumbled. "You're … tight."
Gray chuckled softly. "Well, that's good."
Natsu peeked an eye open. "Have you ever … ever done this?"
Gray frowned a bit. "Let's not talk about that. It's just us here."
Natsu pouted. "Then you have."
"Please, let's not talk of the past." Still, as he tried to adjust to Natsu's size, he saw the Dragon Slayer giving him a demanding look, silently ordering him to confess. "Fine," he groaned in annoyance. "Once. It didn't mean anything, just … an experiment."
"You mean like this, tied up?"
"Oh, hell no. Look, I … I don't want to get into that."
"Who was it?" Natsu demanded quietly, clenching his cuffed fists.
Gray looked away. "Dammit—"
"Tell me who."
"Look, I really—"
"Who!"
Gray began to feel angry by the jealousy in those narrow eyes. "I don't even know. Okay?" he shouted. "It was just … someone. A one-night stand." Natsu still glared. "I'm telling the truth. I didn't get his name … or I was too drunk to remember. I just recall meeting him, going home, it happened, and in the morning he was gone and my ass was killing me. Look, I really don't want to think about that. I want to be with you. I want to feel you, and I want you to like this. Okay? Do you like it?"
"I … I don't know," Natsu admitted.
Gray chuckled softly. "Well, that's because I haven't moved yet. I think I'm adjusted. Here we go."
He raised his hips, and Natsu's cock slid along the lubed hole. The Dragon Slayer shuddered at the feel. It was so amazing, far better than anything he had ever experienced before. Then slowly, gripping the sheets, Gray lowered himself down again.
"Nngh!" Natsu clenched his teeth as the ring of tight muscles squeezed him. There was something … familiar. Something dark that loomed just behind the bright pleasure. Natsu wanted to ignore that shadow and indulge in Gray.
Gray felt loosened now, and the face under him kept him relaxed as he began a rhythm, riding slowly on top of Natsu, sliding up and down, letting his thighs do the work, while under him the Dragon Slayer writhed in pleasure.
"You like that, don't you?" Gray panted through the pain. "Up—uuugh—and down—nngh, God! Shit, you're huge. Nngh!" He panted. The smile of euphoria Natsu had pleased him. "Do you like that? Do you like how I'm squeezing you? I'm gonna make you come."
Natsu suddenly tensed up. The shadow in his mind lunged forward. A face. Cruel words. I'm gonna make you come, boy…
Gray saw those squinty eyes widen, filled with panic. Natsu trembled violently and choked out a suppressed cry. His mouth opened like he wanted to scream, but the squeezing tenseness of fear silenced him.
"Natsu?" he asked sternly. What was happening? Natsu looked horrified. No, beyond just being scared. He looked like he had just seen Death … or worse.
"Ru- … reh…"
"Natsu—?"
"RED!" he screamed, thrashing under Gray, trying to get away. "Red, red, red!"
"Shit!" Gray quickly pulled away, not caring how much doing that hurt his ass, and he sat to the side with Natsu still screaming the color over and over, convulsing in terror. "Natsu!"
"Red, red, red—"
"Hey, it's over, okay? It's all over."
Natsu suddenly sneered at him with flames dancing on his skin. In an animalistic growl, he snarled, "Release me, you sick bastard!"
Gray flinched hard, feeling like he got punched in the gut. He quickly reached up and unlocked the handcuffs. He thought Natsu might actually attack him. Instead, the teen curled into a ball, rubbed his wrists, lightly felt his neck, and huddled down, shuddering, breathing heavily, snuffling his nose.
"It's okay, Natsu," Gray whispered, trying to comfort him by wrapping his arms around that hot body. "It's all over."
"Gray…" he shivered.
"I'm right here." He began to caress Natsu's neck and shoulders.
"NO!" Natsu screamed, pulling away again. "Don't touch my neck."
Gray's hand drew back. He watched in confusion and fear, wanting to help Natsu, but he had no clue what to do. He began using those safewords, after hearing that they were the best way to make sure a lover did not go too far, but he never had a partner use the highest level on him. Not only that, but Natsu seemed to be reliving something.
Something really bad.
Something that worried Gray.
"S-sorry," Natsu muttered, not fully calmed down yet, but a little better. "I'm sorry for freaking out like that."
"It's fine." Gray tried to sound understanding, although he did not comprehend the situation at all. "That's what those words are for."
But no one had ever gone the highest level.
What the hell was going on?
With the dread fading, something else filled Gray. Guilt! He had pushed Natsu too far, and he felt like a wretched asshole for traumatizing him like that. It was not what this sort of sexual play was about. Not at all! It was supposed to be about having fun, indulging in the quirks that made sex more enjoyable. It was meant to be fun play, not agony, and not something to induce a panic attack.
Yet with the guilt came anger. Why had Natsu not warned him? Why did he freak out? If it was so bad—
"You should have said Yellow before it got that bad," he yelled in accusation. "I don't know your limits. I don't know—" Gray broke off, tears choking his throat, truly shaken by this. "I don't know what's okay and what's not."
He really did not know anything about Natsu, not on this level of intimacy. Traumatizing him was the ultimate betrayal of the trust that was vital for any encounter involving bondage. Without trust, there could be no relationship. Pushing Natsu this far was a sign that he could not read the body language of his partner. It meant he was a failure as a Dominant. He did not deserve someone to be submissive and obey him!
Still, failure in his role was secondary to being a failure toward Natsu. He knew Natsu had issues. This was only their second time together, and already he was pushing Natsu's limits to this degree. To go Red! The last thing Gray wanted was for Natsu to leave because he fucked up.
I pushed him too far. It's my fault! It's my fault! It's my—
"It's my fault," Natsu mumbled, echoing Gray's own thoughts. "I thought I was okay. I thought I could handle it … and then suddenly … I couldn't. It just … hit me too fast."
"Can I ask what triggered it? Whatever it was, I won't ever do it again."
Natsu snuffled moistly. "A combination. What you were doing. What you said."
"What did I say?" Gray asked quietly, truly worried now.
Natsu squirmed around, trying to loosen up his tensed muscles. "You said … 'Do you like that' and … and about squeezing and…" He was practically in tears. "…and 'I'm gonna make you come.'" His voice cracked as he repeated those dreaded words, and he rubbed his neck again. "You said it while … while doing that to me."
Gray's brow tensed up. "Natsu—?"
"Don't ask!" he screamed in shuddering panic. Natsu curled into a tighter ball and whispered, "Just … don't ask. Please."
"All right." Hesitantly, Gray hugged Natsu around from the back and pulled him up into his chest. He kissed the sweaty, salty shoulder and rested his cheek on the warm back, making sure to avoid contact with Natsu's neck. "I'm right here, Natsu. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm not gonna pry. I'll just stay right here with you."
"Thank you," he sighed weakly. "I'm so sorry."
"No, it's fine. We all have our limits, so don't worry about it."
"But…" Natsu twisted around to look at him. "I did like it," he assured with a smile.
That gave Gray a little relief. "That's good."
Natsu glanced down at the other's turgid cock. "Y-you still need it, right?" he asked hesitantly.
"Don't worry about me," Gray quickly assured, ignoring the aching arousal.
"I … I thought … m-maybe I could watch you."
Gray saw the excitement return to Natsu's eyes. He was shaken, but he was still eager, biting his lower lip with uncertainty. "Do you mean you want to watch me touch myself?"
"Mm-hmm," Natsu said eagerly. "Keep me handcuffed, and then touch yourself while kneeling over me. But don't touch me."
"You just want to be teased," Gray realized, and already his heart was beginning to thump at the prospects.
"I … I want you to … come on me," Natsu whispered heatedly. "I want to feel it drip all over me."
"Shit!" Gray hissed quietly, steeling himself back as his cock surged due to Natsu's erotic gaze and salacious words. His breathing came faster, and he licked his lips as they began to dry out from panting. "You want to watch, huh? Wanna see how I touch myself?"
"Mm-hmm," Natsu practically whimpered. His chest also moved faster.
"But no touching?"
"Nuh-uh." He shook his head firmly.
Gray picked up the handcuffs and chained the Dragon Slayer to the headboard again. Natsu gave a pull on his wrists, making sure he was secured, while Gray crawled down his body.
"Knees together," he ordered.
Natsu obeyed quickly, clamping the legs together. Gray settled over his thighs, his knees on either side, and smiled down at Natsu's enthralled gaze.
"You want to see how I like it?" he whispered. "Want to see how I do it to myself?" His hand slid down his torso, running over the taut muscles and scars. "I don't start right away. I have to build up the energy, y'know. It's really like pushing all that sexual energy … down." His hand caressed down his lower stomach, skipped over the groin, and went to his thighs. "Then up." Both hands now dragged up his thighs, and Gray shuddered, as if he really was directing a magical flow of erotic power through his whole body. "When I do this, my whole body feels colder than usual. Except here." He did not touch yet. He looked down at the strain of his erection. "That part's burning hot. But I still don't touch there yet."
He spread his legs a little more, reached down, and cupped his balls hanging heavy with building need.
"Here first. Just a little bit. Just stroking them." He closed his eyes as his fingers rolled the balls gently. "But then, quickly here." His right hand kept massaging, but his left hand grasped his cock, pumping with rough speed. "No pretext. Quick and hard, right from the start."
Natsu gulped through his dry throat as he watched Gray jerking himself fast. This was not the way he had expected. Natsu had never really been able to jerk himself off, not with his issues, so watching someone else do what he always wished he could freely do was exciting, yet also made him jealous. Natsu knew he had a serious issue. He couldn't come from desire alone. He had to mentally think he was being forced. But Gray … Gray wanted release, and he indulged in it. Natsu imagined, what if he could do that too? What if he could simply touch himself and pleasure his own body?
Gray glanced down and saw those narrow eyes glaring with longing. "Wanna touch?" he teased.
The desperation in Natsu's brow tightened. "I … can't."
"I could release one hand. You could touch yourself—"
"I can't!" he shouted with frustration growling in the back of his throat.
"Okay," Gray said instantly, keeping his voice calm, although Natsu's issues were disconcerting. "Just keep watching me. It feels good," he groaned. Then Gray smirked at him. "I like to have you watch."
The fast rhythm began again, skin slapping skin. Although he had already been hard for at least half an hour—hell, he'd been hard off and on since waking up that morning—he wanted to put on a good show. Having Natsu watch him fulfilled the slight exhibitionist tendency within him. In public, Gray did not want anyone to find out, but here, in private, having someone watch him was thrilling.
"Oh God, Natsu," he moaned. His back arched for a moment, and the pace slowed down. "I don't like coming too soon," he said, as if he had to narrate the whole act. "But I like it fast."
He began again, a steady but quick stroking. Then when it seemed like his wrist might tire out, his hips did the work instead, snapping into his hand just as he had been thrust into Natsu the night before, slamming him into the tiles of his bathroom.
"Oooh, fuck yeah," he groaned.
Natsu watched with near agony. He remembered the physical sensations of sliding into Gray, and as he watched, he imagined himself doing that. He wanted to do that to Gray, to thrust into him, to snap his hips and pound into that cold ass. Mental fuckery aside, he wanted the physical pleasure that was so close, yet so astronomically out of his reach.
Then Gray sat back on his haunches. "God, I'm so close. So close," he panted heavily. "I don't want to come too soon, though. I like to keep feeling it. I like to make it last. Shit, but my balls are so tight." He gasped as he realized this really was far more amazing than his usual solo sessions. Gray licked his lips, and then he lazily opened his eyes to look down at Natsu. The sight of the pink-haired Dragon Slayer handcuffed under him was almost too much. Gray felt a stab of need, and he grabbed his cock harder. "Do you want me to come?"
Natsu did not answer right away. He was trapped in a daze and hardly aware that Gray had even spoken.
"I won't if you don't want me to. This is all for you, Natsu. It's your own private show. So tell me what you want to see."
Natsu tried to speak, but his throat was parched like a man who had not drank in days. He swallowed a couple times before words could escape.
"I want you to come. I want it to splatter all over me."
That stabbing need became a goddamn spiked battering ram, slamming into Gray's libido and breaking apart the ramparts. He almost doubled over as his body shivered at Natsu's words. His hand instinctively moved faster, and his hips began to work in tandem.
Natsu smirked as he saw the look of being overwhelmed. "I wanna watch you lose it. For me, Gray. All over me. I want to feel it dripping over my skin—"
"Shut up, Natsu!"
He chuckled playfully. "Did I find your weakness?"
Gray glared down at him. "Bastard."
Natsu licked his lips, savoring having a little control over him. "Come for me, Gray," he urged.
"You don't have to—nngh—tell me. Almost there. Almost … gyaaah!"
The slap of flesh against flesh got faster, and Gray no longer tried to make moans that would turn Natsu on. He growled and cursed. Then his head flew back.
"N-Natsu…"
He went silent. His breath caught, his body tense, and Gray did not even breathe as strings of whiteness shot out, splattering across Natsu's chest.
Gray felt incredible. He needed that release … so much!
The searing heat that had built up in his cock eased away, melting back into the rest of his body. He shuddered out a breath, utterly overwhelmed … amazed at how much better even masturbating was when it was with Natsu. He looked down and saw those squinty eyes staring massively and an insanely aroused cock leaking with Natsu's own excitement. The Dragon Slayer's torso and chest were covered in white wetness.
"Good show?" Gray asked arrogantly.
Natsu gulped hard, enthralled. "That … was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
Gray had to laugh, feeling a little smug that he had been such a good spectacle. Then, still catching his breath, he nodded to the little dragon. "Do you need help with that?"
Natsu shook his head. "Is it weird: not wanting to be touched?"
"No," Gray assured. He climbed off the bed and walked to the adjoined bathroom. "Some people simply have a kink for unresolved sexual tension."
"Is that what it's called?" Natsu mused. Gray returned with a hand towel and wiped up the mess. As Natsu watched, he was amazed Gray fought the temptation to also rub his cock and the pre-cum dripping clear from there. Gray was truly taking care of all Natsu's needs, even the mental mess. "I just want to feel myself hard like this, but I don't want it to end. I don't want to be touched, but I want to stay aroused."
"Just teased, huh?" Gray asked. "Hmm…" He set the towel aside and thought about it. Then he got an idea, a devious and utterly perverted idea, and his voice deepened as he leaned into Natsu's face. "You know, I could really tease you," he whispered in a threatening, seductive voice. "I could tease you … and not even touch you."
Natsu gulped hard. Gray had that look in his face again, a gleam to his eyes like a storm ready to break and sweep away all sanity. "What do you mean?" he asked hesitantly with a tremor in his words.
"I could use something else. Something other than my hands."
Gray looked around, searching the hotel room, and spotted the discarded clothes. Amongst his jeans was his leather belt. He walked over, slowly threaded the belt through the pant loops, and checked out the quality of the leather. Not too frayed, but well worn in. Perfect! He glanced back over to Natsu. The teen's eyes widened as he saw what Gray held in his hands.
"I could use this," Gray said with a smirk. "I could belt you."
Natsu stared, transfixed by the sight of the leather running through Gray's fingers. "Yeaaah," he whispered in rapture. Then he caught himself and shook his head. "I … I mean—"
"Is it too much?"
"No! No, I … I think…" His eyes raised off the belt and up to Gray's face. "I'd like that."
Gray grinned down at the naked, sculpted body and ordered, "Flip over."
Natsu rolled over onto his stomach. Gray set the belt down for a moment and readjusted the handcuffs so they were not twisted and uncomfortable. Then Gray stepped back and gazed on the taut back, firm buttocks, and muscular thighs. Natsu's flesh was so perfect on the backside, a sign that he never turned his back to an enemy.
Gray wanted, so badly, to be the one to mark up that flesh!
Then, in a teasing jeer, he said, "You could always just frot against the sheets."
"Shut up," Natsu snapped. He placed his cheek against the pillow and looked over to where Gray was standing. "Just … do it."
Gray picked up the belt again, grasped the metal buckle in his left hand, and began to wrap the leather around his palm, coiling it until just the right amount of strap dangled in his fist. Slowly, Gray dragged the tip of the leather belt up Natsu's thighs, over the buttocks, and across the back. Natsu's breathing was heavy, but leveling, building tension as he felt the roughness of the leather. He squirmed just a little at the feel of it.
"It's rather tempting, isn't it?" Gray said in a low purr. "Tempting and teasing." He looked down at the half of Natsu's face that he could see. A moment of pity tickled his mind. "This is going to hurt, you know."
"Yeah, I … I can take it," Natsu insisted stubbornly.
"Are you sure? If this is too much, after what just happened … if you even get a hint that it's too much, just say Yellow."
"Yeah, I know."
Gray glared at him. "I'm serious, Natsu. Don't do what you did before. Don't be afraid to say Yellow."
"Okay, really, I got it."
Gray hoped he really did. He dragged the belt over Natsu's skin some more.
"You feel the leather on you, waiting for it." He looked once more at Natsu's face. "Are you ready for this?"
The Dragon Slayer gulped thickly. "I think so."
Gray raised his left hand above his head and swiftly swung the belt across the pale ass. The crack of the leather striking flesh was clear and sharp. The skin jiggled just for a moment before Natsu tensed up.
"Aaah!" he cried out in shock.
Gray leaned down into Natsu's ear. "Do you like that?"
"Yeah," he gasped, nodding frantically.
"Are you okay?"
Natsu spent a moment to make sure, and Gray was thankful that the fire-idiot was actually taking this seriously. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I'm okay."
Gray dragged the leather across the tender skin. Natsu tensed, then relaxed, but as the belt went over the pink stripe slowly rising to the surface, he tensed again, only to slowly release the taut muscles.
"It's a bit of a teasing effect, isn't it?" he said lightly. "The fear. You fear the pain. You wonder when it's going to happen again … and you want it to happen. You want to feel it, and you don't want to feel it, and you're wondering when is it going to—"
Crack!
"Ayyy … heeeh," Natsu cried out with a shuddering exhale at the end. This time, his whole spine arched at the pain.
"—when is it going to hit again," Gray concluded smugly. He laughed sadistically. Then Gray looked down at the twin stripes on Natsu's ass. "Well, this is leaving a bit of a mark on here. I like to see you marked. I want to touch it and rub it out. Kiss your flesh. I'm not going to, though," he said decisively. "You told me not to, so I'm not going to. The only thing that will touch you is the tip of my—"
Snap!
Natsu groaned and fisted up his hands.
"—of my belt." Gray sneered as he looked down at now three angry imprints of his belt. "God, Natsu, I want to touch you," he growled in frustration. He heard another groan from the pink-haired man. "Are you okay?" he asked in worry.
"Yeah," Natsu replied quickly.
"If you're not, then—"
"Nngh … No, I'm fine."
"We can stop right now—"
"No!" Natsu cried out in desperation. "Mmh … more. I … I want more."
Gray bit back his lust. "Shit, Natsu. You really drive me crazy, you know that? But you want more, do you? Do you like the pain?"
"I … I don't think it's so much the pain as … as how it makes me feel. Not pain, but…" He shrugged slightly.
"Pleasure?" Gray asked.
Natsu laughed and shook his head. Of course he would think that next. "I don't think it's even that."
"…Punishment?"
By the way Natsu froze, Gray could tell he had guessed it precisely.
"You like the punishment after what just happened earlier. You feel you need to be punished, right?"
"Mhn … something like that. I didn't want to … I really didn't mean to—"
"Shh. Don't," Gray said soothingly. "Don't do it anymore. Don't punish yourself. I'll be the one to punish you."
Natsu gasped and let out a shuddering moan. "Yeah…"
"You want to be punished. You feel guilty, and you want that guilt beaten out of you. You want to be … purged. Cleaned. Of all the filth inside you, all the perversion. All of it."
He cried out desperately, "Yes. Please!"
Gray raised his arm again, and the belt came down with two fierce smacks. This time, Natsu shrieked, and his body shuddered at the stinging agony.
Gray smiled down sadistically and chuckled. "That's what you want, huh? Then ask me," he demanded arrogantly. "Ask to be punished."
Tears were in Natsu's eyes. Gray's words hit deeper than he could imagine, piercing straight to his heart. Now that he realized just why this felt so good, he could focus on that. Focus on being punished. Focus on having those dark feelings beaten out of him.
"Punish me, Gray," he sobbed.
Gray felt his cock leap. "Shhhhhit." He laughed at his own weakness against Natsu's tears. "You're really going to drive me crazy, you know that?" He leaned over Natsu's back and smelled the skin. "I want to touch you so badly. Are you starting to want it too? Want me to rub out the sting?"
Natsu sniffled. "I … I do but I don't."
"It's okay. You don't want to be touched, so we can stay just like this. But … you're driving me crazy now." His voice took on a more sinister snarl. "You're not letting me touch you. Which means I have to punish you more."
His arm lifted, the belt struck down, twice in a figure eight, two sharp, singing, staccato snaps. Natsu's head lifted back as he moaned wantonly.
"Dammit, Natsu! I really want to fuck you," Gray growled.
Despite his earlier release, Gray was starting to get hard again, aching in his groin that was already worn out. He had to pause. He needed to collect himself, calm down, and regain his wits. He looked back down. The two recent strikes had hit wide, one to the lower back, the other closer to the thighs. They joined the other five that striped Natsu's buttocks. The lashes looked like they were ready to bleed.
"You're … really getting red," he said softly, worrying if he had once again taken things too far. "We should probably quit."
Natsu tried to look back, his eyes moist, but panic in his face. "But Gray—"
"No. I'm just going to keep hitting you, and it'll hurt. Too much."
Natsu fisted up his hands in frustration. "I … want more. Please. Just … a few more." Gray looked at him questioningly. "Um … gimme three?" Natsu proposed.
"Three?" Gray asked in amusement. That would make ten total. Gray had not imagined that they would even get more than five. "You really are a masochist."
"I … don't feel right yet," Natsu mumbled, not understanding it fully.
Gray hummed, debating what to do. Any more and Natsu really might get a permanent mark. Then again, perhaps he needed this more than Gray imagined. He needed the guilt beaten out. He needed pain to cleanse him of whatever made him feel so disgusting, he did not even want to be touched.
"All right. I'm going to give you three. They're going to be quick … and hard. The first one will purge out all of your guilt. The second one will purge out all your shame. The third will purge every bit of disgusting filth in you. Is that okay?"
"Yes," Natsu said, sounding solemn, like this was a pact with the Devil.
"Okay. Only three. After those three, no more guilt, no more shame, and you won't be disgusting. You're just going to be Natsu. You'll be the same Natsu you were before any of this happened. Okay?"
Natsu didn't sound all that convinced when he mumbled, "Okay." He added, "Just make them really hard. Really punish me. I want to remember it."
Gray nodded seriously. "All right."
He dragged the belt over the flesh some more. He teased Natsu so he would not know when it would come. Natsu laid on the bed, tensed up, wondering when it was going to strike, feeling the slow drag of the leather over his sensitive skin, stinging him whenever it went over one of the burning lashes. He realized Gray was right; he was going to hurt bad in the morning. Right now, the pain felt so good. It was a reminder that he was human.
Without any warning, the strikes came. They were loud, and they hit the skin so hard, Gray thought for sure it would leave behind blood. Three brutally hard slaps tormented Natsu's flesh, one to the lower back, one to the ass, and one went diagonal across the buttocks to the upper thigh.
Smack, smack, smack!
Natsu screamed by the third one, and Gray was panting too hard. Even if Natsu wanted more, Gray probably would not be able to go on any further.
Sure enough, the belt dropped to the floor and Gray collapsed on top of Natsu, not holding him, but caging him in with his body, keeping just high enough so that nothing touched the Dragon Slayer's back, only the coldness of the ice wizard's skin radiating down to his flesh, a soothing coolness against the hot, marked, aching skin.
"Natsu, you're going to be the end of me one of these days," Gray panted. "Fuck, you are too … damn … hot!"
Natsu was lost in a world of pain and pleasure, purged of all guilt, feeling normal again. He felt aching, but the ache was a good sort of pain. It felt good to hurt. It felt good to be punished. He felt like he could walk out of that room and all that had happened—freaking out, nightmares of the past—all of that was gone. All of that had been beaten out, purged. There was a certain euphoria that flowed in, like water filling a hole that had been shoveled out of his soul. It was such a sweet feeling after the pain, so sweet it made him want to cry.
With the beating over, Gray's cock was realizing it really was too tired, and it shank quickly. However, the adrenaline was still thrumming through his veins.
"Gray?" Natsu muttered after a long silence. "Cuddle me."
Gray laughed in weariness. "You and cuddles, huh?" he asked teasingly.
"I just … I need it."
"All right," Gray said with a smile, "but … you still don't want to be touched, right?"
"Oh! I mean … down there. You can wrap your arms around me."
Gray snorted out a laugh. "Natsu, you're probably hard as a rock."
"Yeah, but … I just don't…" Natsu shifted around uneasily. "It's weird, isn't it?"
"No," Gray assured him, stroking his hand through Natsu's hair. "I told you, it's not weird. Nothing we do is weird. I mean, it's sex. Everything is weird. Everything is perverted. There's no such thing as normal sex. It's all perverted. Even plain vanilla sex, it's still perverted, right? So this, what we do, it isn't weird. It's just our way of … of … of having sex."
Natsu looked around over his shoulder. "Having … sex?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, we sort of are, in our own way." Gray paused and thought it over. "I guess it is a little weird to think of it as having sex with you, rather than just play, but … but that's what it is, right? It's our way of expressing…" His words broke off again as Gray found himself stumped.
"Expressing what?"
He considered it, but Gray pouted as he gave up trying to explain it. "Hell if I know."
He was done talking. He unlocked the handcuffs, and Natsu rubbed out his wrists. Then cold arms wrapped around him.
"Are you really sure you're okay?" Gray asked tenderly.
Natsu snuggled down into that embrace. "Yeah, I think I'm over everything that happened earlier."
"Well, if you ever need to talk things ov—"
"No!" he shouted, and then he muttered, "No, not…" He sighed in frustration. "Not yet."
"Okay. Just letting you know."
"Yeah … and thanks, Gray. I really do appreciate it, but … but I … can't talk about it. Not yet. Just hold me."
Gray squeezed him a little tighter. "I'll hold you, Natsu. I'll hold onto you for as long as you need me."
Natsu sighed and relaxed into Gray's arms. The ache of arousal slowly drifted away. For some reason, leaving that tension unresolved felt like even more punishment, and thus more thrilling. It all melted apart. The arousal, the doubt, the fears, it all shank and went away, drifting through the universe, never to haunt his mind again.
Not until the next time.
But for now, he was free of the past, and all that existed was a present of corporeal aching, emotional catharsis, and soul-rending weariness. He was not even sure when he fell asleep. He was simply out, conscious then not, drifting on a lake that reflected his own face, and it was not a dark face anymore. It was peaceful, relaxed … all thanks to Gray.

A/N: This chapter was super fun to write. It became so intense, I stopped typing and just monologued. That's how I write really intense scenes. My head gushes out ideas, and attempting to type would cause me to lose the power of the moment. So I'll grab my cellphone and record myself speaking in the characters' voices with occasional descriptives as they appear in my head in real time. Once I finish the "fantasy," I listen back and begin to transcribe it, filling in where I paused, imagining what they were doing without describing it, but it's still there in my head. I decided to save this recording, simply because it's damn hot! This is me making stuff up as I go, but if you listen and follow along, you'll see that almost all of this ended up in the story. I recommend you listen with headphones since it's NSFW. Profanity, belt cracks (actually, it's me slapping the hell out of my legs) and lots of sexy Rhovy moans. I should do an audiobook of this fanfic!
(To assure everyone … NO, I was NOT masturbating while acting this out. My mind simply gets that wrapped up in the scene.)
https://soundcloud.com/rhov/fight-me-bite-me-ch-3-full
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