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Author’s note: After SEVERAL rewrites (mostly because Laxus wouldn’t work correctly and ONCE becauase my computer ate the file) this part is finally completed. Though I am not sure I’m 100% satisfied with the characterization…so..we’ll just throw out the OOC warning if I haven’t mentioned it already. Warnings include graphic content of a sexual nature so be warned that this part is pretty much…well…just Laxus and Freed. Hopefully, Natsu and Gajeel will behave for the next chapter (though I doubt ONE of them well). Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this nonetheless! :D
Part Two
Freed watches Laxus set the jar down before gazing at him. “Have YOU ever done this?”
He was pretty sure his face colors at the question but he shakes his head. “I…was…rather intent on it being someone specific,” Freed hedges.
“Well, then you have my apologies for this.”
He swallows the annoyed remark that is dying to escape at him clearly just not paying attention and settles with, “It’s…fine, Laxus.”
“If I was waiting for someone specifically, I’d be pretty pissed at this point, Freed.”
“Yeah, until you realize, Sparky, what you’ve apparently been MISSING the whole time,” Gajeel snorts, “I mean how dense do you have to be?”
Laxus glares back at him. “You got something on your mind, Metal-head?”
“Yeah, I just keep wondering how you are so blind that you can’t see that he’s pining after YOU!”
Freed wasn’t sure this was the proper time for this argument but apparently Gajeel was just tired of things. “What…did you just say?”
“It’s NOTHING,” Freed cuts in immediately, “Could you please NOT fight about this right now?”
“Aww, I think it’s kinda cute,” their captor comments, “So harboring feelings for blondie, huh? Obviously, he’s not too good at paying attention.”
This really wasn’t making Freed feel any better about the situation that their captor was amused by it. “Freed…” Laxus’ voice makes him flinch slightly even though there was nothing in the tone that was worth such a reaction.
“Please…could we just…not discuss my issues right now?” Things were complicated enough without adding how he felt about Laxus to the table. “Suffice to say it’s not important and more than a little unwelcome and should never be mentioned AGAIN.”
“Very well,” the blond finally agrees though there was something about the tone that said that at some point in the future they’d be discussing it. Freed doesn’t like that thought but there was more to worry about then something down the line. He first had to survive sex with the other. While he was sure that the activity itself wasn’t fatal if a refusal was made THAT definitely would be. “If we’re going to do this, Freed…you need to get out of your clothes, you know.” The blond’s voice makes him start before he realizes that the other was stripped to his pants and Freed himself was still fully dressed.
Flushing he reaches down and undoes his coat struggling to stop the trembling his fingers were doing. ‘Just…don’t think about the audience,’ he tells himself, ‘just focus on the fact that it’s you and Laxus.’ He wasn’t sure that was possible but he was going to try and get himself to calm down. He finally manages to get the coat off but it’s clear that his nerves are completely shot. A moment later, he finds the buttons on his shirt undone in quick succession before it is pushed back off his shoulders. “You need to relax,” Laxus tells him quietly, “You’re far too keyed up to make this anything but painful.”
“We’re in the middle of a cell with spectators and you’re not thrilled with things…I’m not sure that calming down is at all possible at this point,” he retorts struggling not to look at the other who was actually now fully naked. Unfortunately, his resolve doesn’t last and he swallows staring at the sheer expanse of skin. He’d seen Laxus shirtless plenty of times but had never seen him fully naked and the sight has his face heating up. The snickers that follow as their audience notes his reaction has him immediately diverting his gaze feeling a rush of embarrassment and shame. Honestly, this was NOT the time to be ogling the other. However, it’s short-lived as he feels the others fingers slip into the hem of his pants and tug them down along with his boxers. A soft sound of embarrassment escapes him and it’s all he can manage not to jerk away which wouldn’t help. However, Laxus maneuvers him to the floor atop, strangely enough, the others jacket as he tugs the others boots and socks off before fully removing the rest of his clothes. Freed swallows gazing up at him. “Laxus…”
“Relaxing would be in your best interest,” he tells him. Freed knew that but the problem was that he was way too nervous and unsure and embarrassed that this had to happen at all to get to that point. Laxus watches him notes the rising tension and sighs in exasperation. Honestly, he could definitely understand where the nerves were coming from since the other had never done anything like this but it wasn’t like either of them had a choice in the matter. He kneels down setting the jar aside before taking a hold of the others chin and pressing his mouth to his in an attempt to get him less tense. Slowly, he feels the other relax into the kiss, his lips parting and Laxus can’t help taking the invitation slipping his tongue in and getting a taste of the other…which was surprisingly GOOD to the blond. He release his chin and slides an arm around him pulling him close as he deepens it.
When he releases the other, the flush to his face was a good sign as was the slightly more labored breathing. Deciding that this might as well be memorable, he traces his mouth down his jaw and throat lightly sucking and nipping at the skin as he works his way down. The soft gasps and moans as the other relaxes back for him were definitely something though Laxus tries not to think to hard on that.
As he moves though he can’t help but notice the difference in Freed and his usual bed-partners as he was used to softer skin and Freed was definitely not soft. That being said, the more he touches and explores and the more noises the other makes, he has to admit that he was hard pressed to recall any who were this responsive. Freed surrendered once fully focused on him with an abandoned that was…incredibly hot, fingers of one hand clutching the jacket he was on and the other threading lightly through Laxus’ hair as he shifts and squirms beneath him. Hell, his scent was even intoxicating all the way to the aroused state he reaches. It was something the blond just had to stop trying to understand and accept at the moment because he didn’t have the luxury of having a mental breakdown over this. So he just stops thinking about it and goes purely on instinct…which is probably an even WORSE idea in a way.
Freed is expecting a lot of things but not for Laxus to actually let his mouth touch where it does. The feel of those lips trailing slowly, experimentally up his length has the green-haired rune mage gasping and struggling to keep from squirming. “L-Laxus…wh-what are you…aahh…oh…gods…” It was impossible to ask questions when the others tongue traces where his lips had brushed. And quite frankly, he just didn’t want to at that point. It just then becomes a struggle to keep from reflexively gripping the others hair tightly or to press closer to him craving more of what he was doing. That restraint is definitely put to the limit when the other actually presses his mouth OVER him and Freed is pretty sure people three cities over hear the sharp cry that escapes him as the hand clutching his jacket twists violently and he finally forcibly removes his hand from his hair and slides it behind his head.
Squirming however is another story as his body is not about to listen to him and the other ends up pressing his hips down as he works slowly making Freed make extremely embarrassing sounds which he was sure their audience found hilarious but he couldn’t be sure as his sole focus was on Laxus and the havoc being wreaked on him. It suddenly didn’t matter WHY the other was even daring to do this only that he didn’t stop.
The orgasm that roars through him is enough to have his back arching almost painfully and him screaming and nearly blacking out mostly because he wasn’t used to such intense sensations. It’s a struggle to get his breathing regulated though it’s rather helped by the feel of his legs being lifted and pressed towards his his chest. Blue eyes widen as he stares at the blond wondering what he was thinking as both of his hands were holding him and he didn’t relish trying this without proper…His worries along with his train of thought is derailed as the other leans close and he has the moment of startled clarity before a choked sound would escape him and it’s hard to wrap his suddenly frazzled mind around the fact that Laxus was brushing his tongue THERE and how weirdly good it felt when the hot appendage presses in. And the noises that escape were probably hilarious to the onlookers but honestly he could help it.
Each brush of the others tongue sparks heat through him, and want, and this aching need and Freed is pretty sure that he’s made some noises that shouldn’t exist in the process of squirming and gasping the others name out and struggling to remember to breathe. It becomes that much worse when the other finally withdraws and lets his legs down in favor of taking a hold of the jar and coats a finger before slowly tracing around the sensitive opening before slowly working it in. There is that initial burning pain but it soon fades as his body adjusts slowly to the more solid penetration. Freed merely focuses on breathing and keeping himself relaxed which is definitely helped when the other crooks the digit just right and white-hot pleasure sparks through him making him jerk and gasp out.
This would be repeated twice more as Laxus opens him with his fingers making sure to take it slow as the other adjusted to the new sensations. His eyes were dark, slit, and he couldn’t remember EVER being this turned on by a partner before though he was still in that state of definitely NOT thinking about this in detail. It was just sex. That’s it. Every OTHER detail needed to be ignored or just not focused on. Finally, he slides his fingers out before dipping them back into the jar and slicking himself the feel of his fingers over hot skin making him groan low in his throat. Of course he was enjoying this…anyone would be with the sounds Freed made…and the way he felt…and tasted and…He derails the train of thought as he moves over the other gazing at the panting flushed rune mage. Carefully, he lines them up and slowly lets himself sink into the others heat which becomes quite the struggle to keep from moving too fast and too soon. His jaw tightens and his breathing comes in harsh, hissed pants as he reigns in his desires but gods above was Freed hot and tight and did he feel so damn GOOD.
There were no words for how it felt to have Laxus press in deep. Freed’s eyes flutter shut which only increases the way it feels and his fingers clamp tightly into the material of the others jacket. His breathing hitches sharply and he struggles to keep his body from tensing up at the strange invasion. Slowly, he relaxes once again and the other just remains still as he does so which considering how uneven his breathing was couldn’t have been easy. And then Laxus would make a slow, shallow thrust followed by another and then another and another and the initial discomfort would soon fade washed by sensations of pleasure that have him pressing up and meeting his thrusts. Each halting breath would be accentuated by a low sound of pleasure or a gasp of the others name.
It’s not long before the two of them are completely oblivious to all but the joining of their bodies and the feel of skin against skin. Freed finally can’t resist gripping the other as he presses as close as he can relish the feel of the other laying claim to him if only this once. And Laxus finds himself utterly captivated in ways he wasn’t used to and part of him didn’t approve though with what flared through him, it wasn’t possible to remotely focus on that. No, all he could focus on was the shifting, arching, moaning figure beneath him clutching his shoulders and back, nails digging in as emotions come undone.
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