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Fight Me, Bite Me	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 39446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: Fairy Tail is the property of Hiro Mashima. I make no money, I just do this for my own pleasure.

Chapter List
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A/N: Sorry for the break. I won NaNoWriMo, by the way. Double Nano, writing 100k words in 30 days. I averaged over 3000 words every day. That's the length of a typical chapter. FMBM chapters are anything but typical, though.
Bad news: My physical therapist has put me back into the dreaded wrist brace. If you recall, I broke my wrist around September. Apparently, things didn't heal so great, and those tiny wrist bones are not aligning properly. So it's back into the brace that slows my typing down to a crawl. I want to BURN this damn brace and feed it to Natsu!
SPOILER ALERT: If you don't read the manga, the 3rd segment of this chapter contains one hell of a spoiler for Gray's background.

Chapter 37

Cold Comfort
Gray looked down a snowy slope. The course was straight, with spires of pine trees lining the sides. He shifted his feet, testing out the snowboard he stood on. He lowered his goggles and refocused on his course.
With swift grace, he pushed off, snowboarding down the hill, swaying a tortuous path down the white powder and feeling the cold air on his face. Part of him wanted to strip off all of his clothes and go flying down this hill naked just to feel that chill all over his body. Of course, he would probably get evicted from the ski resort if he did that.
Just as he was really enjoying the beauty of the snow, the mountains, and the forests on both sides, something white flew past him. Gray chuckled to himself. More white balls flew past him, one after the other. He finally saw their source.
"So that's where you're hiding," he muttered to himself, grinning that now he had found his rival. Gray clapped his hands together. "Ice-Make: Gatling Snowgun!"
Granted, this was something he just made up, but the glory of Ice-Make was that it was limited only to the user's own imagination. If Gray wanted a gatling gun that shot snowballs, he damn well could magically create one.
Balancing on the snowboard, he turned to the source of the snowballs and began to rapidly fire the gun. A barrage of snowballs exploded out.
"Fighting back? That's totally cheating!" Natsu voice rang out.
"We never said I couldn't fight back, you idiot flame-brain," he shouted back. "If you can't knock me off, you lose."
"Bastard! If you wanna play it that way…"
Natsu stood up from the low snow wall he had built as shelter. Suddenly, what Gray had thought was a snow-covered hill behind Natsu moved. The Dragon Slayer held above his head what was hardly a snowball. More like a snowboulder!
"Eat this, blizzard breath!"
"Shit!" Gray cursed. He dropped the gatling snowgun and focused on speed, hoping to reach the area they had agreed upon as being the end of their challenge course.
Since Natsu could not ski or use any form of transportation, but he still wanted to have some fun, they made a bet that Gray would snowboard down the hill, and Natsu would pelt him with snowballs. If Natsu could knock Gray off his snowboard, he won. If Gray could make it to a spot where two massive pines grew like a natural finish line, then Gray won.
Just as Gray saw the two trees and a line in the snow Natsu had etched out, something slammed into him. This snowboulder was not soft and fluffy. With the heat of Natsu's body, it had melted a little, then refroze so that the outer shell was a layer of hard ice. The boulder made a loud crack as the ice crunched into Gray's body. He was thrown far off the course and into the surrounding trees. The boulder splattered against a spruce, and Gray was left dazed on the ground, half buried in snow.
With his head still spinning, someone leaped on top of him. Gray groaned and opened his eyes to see squinty green and spiky pink.
"I win," Natsu declared.
"Bastard! Fine. That was totally cheating, but I should have expected you to do something that ridiculous."
Natsu chuckled in victory, but slowly his wild face softened. Gray … looked really good in the snow. The white powder really made his black hair and blue eyes shine. Seeing his ice princess here in his own element made Natsu aroused. He wanted Gray … right here … claiming him in his own element!
Natsu dived down and kissed him, not wasting time in thrusting his tongue in. Gray was panting with the adrenaline rush, and he grabbed Natsu, clinging to him, loving how the snow felt icy on his back, but this fiery body felt even hotter here in the snow. Having Natsu, here, in his own element…
Gray grabbed Natsu's shoulders, ready to flip him and take the top position; however, Natsu pinned him down, not breaking their starving kiss. Gray's eyes widened. This was his element! Did Natsu really think he could beat Gray when they were surrounded by snow?
That momentary flash of rivalry melted. 'Hell, why not! He won our contest. Let him do what he wants!'
As Natsu felt Gray surrendering to him, he grew even wilder. One hand pinned Gray's hands above his head, and the other reached down to palm him through his pants. A moan vibrated through their rapacious kiss. Natsu suddenly moved his mouth aside and bit Gray's ear.
"Oww!" he cried out.
"Mine!"
Gray opened his eyes to see that predatory gleam Natsu sometimes got when he was feeling particularly dominant. It was amusing to see this side of him as well. Yesterday, he had been whimpering on a ferris wheel. Today, he looked like a wolf in the snow starving for meat.
Natsu removed a glove and slipped his hand inside Gray's snow pants. His fingers felt the semi hardness already growing, and he smirked as Gray looked nervously to the side. There was someone skiing by, and in their weaving pattern down the hill, they happened to ski right near their area. The mound from the snowboulder was not that high. If anyone really looked, they would see a tuft of pink from Natsu's hair. However, the Dragon Slayer saw that his captured lover was aroused by the danger.
"Graaaay?" he said in a slow, insidious whisper. Suddenly, Natsu squeezed the arousal and pumped it hard and fast.
"Ahhhh!" he cried out, arching up into that burning hand. "Nnnngh … oh God!" Gray wanted to cover his mouth, but Natsu still had his hands pinned down.
He smirked slyly. "They might hear you."
"N-Natsu!" he said, much quieter now.
"You like this, don't you?" he chuckled. "Pushing your limits. Doing these sorts of things in public, where someone could hear you."
Gray shivered. Yes! He liked it. The thrill made his heart race wildly and aroused him even more.
Natsu leaned up into his face with a starving smile. "How far should I push you?" He let go of Gray's hands and lowered himself down that chilly body to the thighs. He breathed steaming air against Gray's crotch, and those sharp hips thrust toward the heat. "How far?" he asked again, mouthing nips along the erection through the pants.
"Oh damn. Please!" Gray whispered in desperation, and he pulled the pants down just to the thighs, enough to expose himself.
Natsu admired how flushed the penis was despite the cold air, and the blush on Gray's cheeks as they dared to push his kink for exhibitionism. He licked slowly up the shaft and lapped around the head.
"You're sweaty," he said in a lighthearted complaint. "Your smell is … overpowering," he whispered with a soft growl. He gave Gray a slow lick up the shaft. "Musk and sweat and you. You smell good when you're sweaty."
"It's not my fault I'm sweating. It's hot in these pants," Gray said in excuse.
"It's about to get hotter!"
Natsu slid his lips down the erection, and Gray barely held back a cry. The air was frigid, and Natsu's mouth was a furnace in comparison. The extremes of hot and cold were nearly painful.
"Shit…" Gray whimpered, fisting up his hand and pressing it to his mouth. He heard another skier whooshing by. "Oh fuck!" he whispered. People were so close, he could heard the snow crunching under their skis.
Natsu pulled up trailing saliva and gazed down at Gray with low, lusty eyes. "Your smell is getting even stronger. I wonder how long you'll last," he teased with an arrogant smile.
"Damn you," Gray hissed.
"I love this smell," he groaned. Natsu ran his tongue down the edge of Gray's erection until his nose was pressed into the wiry black hairs. Then he inhaled deeply. "Mmm … good smell." His mouth moved lower, and he lightly took one of Gray's balls into his mouth, sucking on the lump within the sack.
Suddenly, Gray let out a loud, high pitch moan.
"Mama, what was that?"
Natsu yanked up in horror, and Gray's eyes were massive. They scrambled, Natsu rolled off and hid behind a tree, and Gray yanked his pants up. A few seconds later, a little boy wobbling on skis slid up and looked over the edge of the snow mound.
"It's a guy!" he said. "Mama, it's a guy in the snow."
Two parents came over on their skis. "Are you all right, sir? Did you crash?"
Gray was breathing hard, but they hardly seemed surprised. This family enjoying the ski slopes were also slightly out of breath at this elevation. "Um … y-yeah. Snowboarding." He pointed to where his board had flown and stuck out in the snow. "I'm not hurt, just … startled. Thanks, I'm fine, really."
When they still looked concerned, Gray slowly stood up. His erection was withering, and his crotch ached in protest, but he still stood and stretched all of his limbs to show them.
"See, no injuries … except to my pride," he added softly.
The little boy giggled. "You sounded like a snow bunny! You scream like a girl, mister."
The mother hushed him. "That's a rude thing to say. Are you really sure you're okay?" she asked Gray.
"Just fine. Thanks for coming to check. Have fun, and be careful out there." He grinned and waved to them as they slowly moved onward, the two parents helping their son on his skis. Gray kept smiling forcefully as they left. "Natsu," he grumbled, still with a tense grin. "I'm gonna kill you!"
Natsu came out from behind the tree. "I'm so sorry. I swear, I did not smell that boy."
"How could you, of all people, not smell him?"
"He smells like pine, like a pine-scented shampoo or something, and there's pine everywhere, and … and … I was really focused on your smell," he added quietly, blushing slightly.
Gray glared at him in sexual frustration. "You owe me! I don't care if you won that damn competition, you owe me!"
Natsu lowered his head and nodded in agreement. They could have been caught, and it was Natsu's fault for not being more vigilant.
"I'm done with this," Gray grumbled, roughly yanking out his snowboard.
"But you only went down the hill once."
"I'm not really in the mood now," he snapped.
Natsu pouted and glanced around. "We could … go into the woods, finish off. If we go deep enough…"
"I'm spooked now, all right?" Gray shouted. "I can't push myself if I'm already spooked. That was damn close, Natsu. And a kid! If that kid had seen us…"
"I already said I'm sorry!" Natsu shouted.
"When we push our limits in public, it has to be cautious. We both have to be alert. I can watch out, but I need to rely on you to smell people who are out of view, and down in the snow like that, I couldn't see a fucking thing! I was relying on you."
"Oh, so it's my fault?" Natsu yelled. "You're the one who screams like a snow bunny!"
"Shut the hell up!" Gray bellowed.
They both glared at one another, their breaths steaming in the snowy chill. Then Gray turned away forcefully and growled in frustration.
Natsu's eyes lowered, and sadly he whispered, "A lovers' fight."
"Guess so," Gray grumbled. He shook his head. This was supposed to be a romantic getaway, and he really did not want it to end this way, with them arguing and angry. "Hey, um … how about we head to that temple? It's supposed to be close by. We can cool off, calm down."
"Sounds good," Natsu said hesitantly, watching Gray with worry. They bickered all the time about stupid stuff, but this was their first lovers' fight since coming out to the guild.

Gray returned the rented snowboard to the ski lodge while Natsu warmed up with hot cocoa. Gray said nothing when he came back. He still looked peeved, so Natsu followed silently. They followed a path that was cleared, apparently well-used by the vacationers. Gray seemed to know where he was going, and they made the trek to the temple in silence.
It was a small temple, and it looked very old, from a time before the Zentopia religion spread its influence throughout Fiore. Natsu was not very religious, but he was fascinated by the golden dragons that adorned the four corners of the temple.
"I wonder if this temple was dedicated to dragons," he said to himself.
"It was," Gray said, finally talking. "I read about it. It was built before Zeref's time, when humans and dragons coexisted, but there were often conflicts between the two. An ice dragon lived on this mountain, but humans wanted to live here, too. The ice dragon was friendly toward these humans, and he allowed them to build a town. One year, a storm like none other ravaged the entire mountain range. Most of the mountain villages were completely buried, and the people trapped in the snow died. However, the ice dragon used his wings to flap away the snow before it could completely bury the village. For three weeks, the dragon used his ice-enforced breath to build wind shelters out of pure ice to protect the buildings from the storm winds, and he constantly flapped his wings to blow the snow away so it would not bury the village. After the storm ended, the dragon collapsed. He had not eaten that whole time. The villagers brought all the food they could find and nursed the dragon back to health. To thank the ice dragon, they built this temple and held festivals here. For many generations, the festivals gathered food, and they gave the food to the dragon as a perpetual thanks for saving their village."
"I wonder if the dragon is still alive," Natsu mused. "Or if not, maybe his spirit is at this temple." He clasped his hands and bowed his head.
"What are you doing?"
"Praying for the dragon."
"You're not religious."
"I can still hope the dragon lived a long and happy life, and maybe he's still alive somewhere."
Gray smiled. When he was looking up about this resort while planning their vacation, he read that legend, and he knew immediately that Natsu would like this place.
"There's more to the story," Gray mentioned slowly. "After the storm, survivors from other villages came to this one. They were mostly men, people hardy enough to have survived. At first, they were not fully welcome, so they had their own community just outside of the village. Although the elders did not want these survivors around due to political reasons, the villager girls would sneak out and meet those men here at this temple. Eventually, the men married the girls, and then they were allowed into the village. So locals believe that if lovers meet here … one day … they'll marry."
Natsu jolted out of his prayer and looked over in shock. Gray had a worried but hopeful expression.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you," the ice wizard said quietly. "It was my fault. I forgot to keep quiet. It was a stupid mistake. I just wasn't ready. Your mouth … really felt good … doing that."
Natsu blushed at the hesitant words. "I'm sorry, too. I was teasing you, but I wasn't taking the danger seriously. Even if I couldn't smell the kid, I should have been able to hear him. All of my focus was on you."
"We both lost ourselves in the moment."
"Yeah," Natsu smiled privately. He could lose himself in Gray's smell anytime!
"Next time, we'll both be more careful."
Natsu nodded. Slowly, with caution, he reached over, and his fingers brushed against Gray's hand. The ice wizard looked down at the touch that felt so much hotter in this snowy world, and he smiled as the touch melted his heart. He took Natsu's hand and squeezed his fingers. They shared a smile together as the sun gleamed on the snow and the golden dragons on the temple.
"Hey, what time is it?" Gray asked.
Natsu glanced at the sky. "Around noon?"
"We should have time. I want to take you somewhere. It means a train ride, though."
"Traaaaaain!" Natsu moaned.
"I really want to take you there," Gray said, and he pulled Natsu along by the hand.

Back at the lodge, they caught a train. It went down the mountain and across the mountainous range. Gray kept looking out the window, while Natsu laid curled on his lap with a bucket ready for his sickness.
Finally they got out, and Gray rented a car, driving it slowly up a mountain road.
"Seriously, how far away is this place?" Natsu groaned in sickness.
"It's not far now," Gray promised.
Natsu was ready to complain that he was totally ruining their romantic vacation, but he saw a strange look on Gray's face. By just the gleam in his eyes, he knew that whatever Gray wanted to show him, it meant a lot to him. So Natsu did not complain, even when he threw up again.
Finally, with the sun starting to sink on the horizon, Gray came to a halt. Natsu gladly left the car. As he looked around, the area was desolate. Snow covered everything, but ahead of him he saw the ruins of a village. The place looked like it had been demolished by a monster.
"Where are we?" Natsu asked quietly. It was a lovely valley, but it was eerily quiet.
"This is where I grew up," Gray said with reverence.
Natsu snapped his head over in shock. "This is your hometown?"
He nodded silently, looking around at what was left of it. "Come over here."
He walked through streets covered in snow, past stone rubble and charred wood, with the wind howling through shelled-out homes. Finally he came to one pile of snowy bricks.
"This was my house," he said quietly. "I was born in this house, because that night there was a blizzard and my mother couldn't make it to the hospital. My father delivered me on his own. I grew up playing around this neighborhood. My best friend lived three houses down. I thought of him as a big brother. My school was just down the road. We would walk there together every morning. He used to tease me to bundle up, because I always forgot my gloves, and I was always cold back then."
He gazed around at the phantoms of the past.
"I had a lot of friends. I was probably a bit of a terror, getting into trouble, getting into fights, but my dad always forgave me. He often hid what I had done from my mother, and he would tell me to learn from my weaknesses, overcome them, and get stronger. My dad … was pretty damn awesome." He smiled with pride mixed with regrets. "It was a good childhood overall … until that day."
Natsu stood silently, watching Gray's face. He looked so sad, but he did not cry. Natsu supposed that Gray had spent plenty of years crying for all he lost. Natsu's childhood was marred by Igneel vanishing. Gray had lost an entire village's worth of love, friends, and memories.
Gray began to walk again, and Natsu followed behind him. He glanced around, sniffing. There were no human smells here, nor the smell of death or demons. That happened so long ago. No one came to this village anymore.
Gray walked to what was probably the backyard to this house. There, beside brick rubble and splintered wood, Natsu saw two grave markers. One was old, a wooden cross with two names: Mika and Gray, with Gray's named scratched out with two deep slashes, as if the person who removed that name from the grave site was overjoyed to do it. The other was newer, but it looked about the same, wood from the house that once stood there, with the names Silver and Mika carved in a different handwriting.
"Mama, Dad," Gray said, kneeling by the newer grave. "I'm glad you're both at peace now. I hope you're together in heaven."
Natsu stood back, feeling awkward being here. He got to meet Silver only briefly, and he seemed like a rather nice guy … well, besides freezing Natsu solid.
"I brought someone," Gray said, and he reached back to Natsu. Slowly, the Dragon Slayer stepped forward and took Gray's hand. "He's Natsu. Dad, you remember him. Mama … well, you'd probably slap him over the head and tell him to watch his language," Gray said with a gentle yet sad laugh. "You'd like him, though. Natsu … is my boyfriend now," he said softly. "I like him. A lot. He's precious to me." Gray glanced up into Natsu's eyes. "He's my beloved," he whispered.
Natsu squeezed that cold hand. He knelt beside Gray and lightly touched the wooden grave. "Hello, Mister and Missus Fullbuster. I'll take good care of your son."
"Natsu is helping me," Gray told the grave. "I know I … I haven't been able to … to…" His face cringed, and he slammed his eyes shut. "…t-to love anyone in a long time. Not since you two died. It was here, in this village," he said, looking around at the obliterated town, "that it all happened. Everyone I loved was wiped out." He let go of Natsu's fingers, put both hands on the wooden cross, and bowed his head. "Mama, Dad … I can say it to you, because it's already too late. I love you. Even though we fought at the end, Dad … I love you, too. I loved both of you very much," he said, his voice shaking with tears. "I promise … I promise to both of you … one day, I'll let go of the nightmares. One day, I'll be strong enough to stop being so afraid. I'll be able to say those words again." He looked back to Natsu, and the Dragon Slayer saw tears pouring down Gray's face. "One day … I'll be able to tell Natsu what I used to tell you every night before bed."
Natsu's heart swelled. "Gray!" he whispered plaintively. He grabbed Gray and felt his whole body shaking. Natsu hugged him closely and kissed the side of his cheek. Then he whispered into his ear. "I think we all know how you feel, Gray."
Gray sank into Natsu's arms, surrendering to the warmth. "I would still like to tell you every night, like I did with them. But it would be different."
"It's a different sort of love," Natsu told him softly.
"I can't forget the past," Gray gnashed. "I can't just pretend it didn't happen. This pain in my heart … I don't think it'll ever go away. Still, I don't want to live under the shadow of Deliora's terror. That beast is dead! I need to be able to move on."
"You lost a lot. Of course it'll take a while."
"I still want to say it," Gray insisted. "Especially here, in front of my parents, I want to tell them that I … I … feel that way about you … goddammit!" he yelled, burying his face down into the white scarf in shame. "But … but especially here, seeing what happened to every single person I ever said those words to … I just can't let go of that fear. The fear that the same thing will happen to you, and I'll have to watch you die, like I saw my dad … and my mother … all of my friends … everyone!" He broke down into sobs and clung to Natsu, as if fearing that nightmare might come true right here, where it all began. "I'm too scared … to risk losing you," he gnashed. "Damn bastard! You really mess me up."
"I'll help you to get stronger," Natsu swore. "Whatever I have to do, just tell me. We're both working through our issues, so rely on me once in a while."
Gray wiped his eyes and smirked with a glare. "I hate relying on you, squinty-eyes."
"I know," Natsu grinned. "But try. For their sake, not mine. I already know how you feel. You've shown me many times. But for them, one day … one day, we'll come back here, and you can tell them clearly how you feel about me."
Gray smiled at that. "It's a promise." He looked back to the graves. "Mama, Dad, do you hear that? I promise, here in front of your grave." He lowered his head. "I … I'm not sure if either of you would approve of this, me being with another man, but I like to think you would. I know Dad would be okay with it. If it made me happy, I could go ahead and do whatever I wanted." He ran his hand over the carved name. "You really spoiled me. But Mama, you were much stricter. Still, you were so kind, I think you'd love Natsu as your own son. I … I really … want to think you would."
Just then, the clouds overhead parted, and a single ray from the setting sun beamed on them. The snow glittered orange and pink, and the tombstone gleamed. Natsu smiled up at the heavens, and Gray chuckled softly. If ever he wanted an answer from above, this was it.
"Thanks, Dad and Mama."
He sighed as he tried to remember her face. His hand ran over her marker, now lit up by the sun. He also glanced at the old marker, the original one. His name had been carved there by his father, when Silver thought both he and Mika died. Probably, all three of them should have died that day. It was a miracle Gray lived, and only at the sacrifice of both of his parents. When Silver found out his son was alive and well, he slashed his name off that marker.
When Gray came here to make a tombstone for Silver, he was surprised to see the crude cross, and seeing his name was darkly ominous. He had been tempted to remove it, yet he realized that this wooden cross held all the pain and grief of his father etched into those names, and all of his joy when he deeply gouged out Gray's name. Silver had made a long journey all the way back to this place, a ruined town filled with painful ghosts from the past, just so he could cross Gray's name off.
That made this marker special. It showed how deeply Silver had loved his wife and son. This was where his father had grieved over his lost family. So instead, Gray left the marker where it was. Instead of his plans for an elaborate tombstone of ice, he opted for the same humble wooden cross. It somehow seemed more appropriate. Perhaps someday the wood would rot away, like the rest of this town. Until then, Gray honored his father's feelings by keeping the original marker where it was. He made his own grave marker, carved with his feelings, and placed it here where his mother once kept a little garden of turnips, brussels sprouts, cabbage, parsnips, and carrots.
Slowly, Gray stood up, and Natsu rose with him. Gray had a bittersweet smile.
"I won't come back here again until I'm strong enough to escape the nightmares that began in this town," he told Natsu. "Sorry for dragging you out here."
"No, I'm glad you did," he said. "Maybe, one day, I can take you to Igneel's cave."
Gray grinned. "Yeah, I'd like that."
Natsu took his hand and together they walked back to the car.
"We have to take the train back, don't we?"
"Yep."
"I really hate transportation, you know."
"Yep."
"You suck! You could have bought me one of those motion sickness bracelets first."
"I didn't think I'd come here. It was a spur of the moment thing."
"Why did you, anyway?"
Gray shrugged. "Who knows?"
"Che! What sort of answer is that, droopy-eyes?"
"Good enough for a flame-brain like you."
"I'm gonna puke on your shoes on the way back."
"Do, and I'll punch you out like Erza does."
"You couldn't punch out a sick rat."
"Oh yeah?"
"Try it, blizzard breath."
"If I punch you out now, I have to haul your pathetic ass back."
"Wimp."
"Motion sick little kid!"
"Bite me!"
"That's your job."
Natsu jolted and looked over with massive eyes. Gray had a playful smirk at him, and he laughed as he saw Natsu's expression.
"You're so easy to tease."
"Shut up!"
"Make me."
"Fuck you!"
"Any time you want," Gray purred.
Natsu blushed crimson. "H-Hey!"
"I told you, you're easy."
"Bastard."
As the sun set on the snowy village, Gray and Natsu walked off toward the car bickering nonstop. The fiery light seemed to linger on the wooden cross, shining like a blessing from beyond and lighting up the home where Gray was born and raised.

End of Chapter 37
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