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Catch the Thunder	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 17789 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 38
You're Freed
Freed felt lost, drifting, fading in and out of reality. He felt the jolting of Laxus walking down steps and through a hallway, then jumped as Laxus pushed open a door and kicked it closed behind him.
Now that they were back in the dressing room, Laxus could finally slip out of his strict dominant role. He hugged Freed to him, kissing him, cuddling him, gasping as he finally allowed himself to physically react to all he just experienced. While on stage, he acted as detached as he always had with clients, but now … holy fucking shit, he just did all that … with Freed … in public! As it fully dawned on him, Laxus felt instantly overwhelmed.
"Damn, you were good. So good!" he panted, kissing Freed over and over as the mental and emotional onslaught shattered apart the cold, dominant exterior.
Freed moaned, and Laxus trembled at the sound escaping from the ball gag. Blind, mute, collared, caged up! Fuck, he was getting hard already! He placed Freed down onto his feet.
"Are you okay?"
Freed began to answer, but he realized he could not move his jaw or lips. He nodded instead and snapped once.
"Okay. I'll take this off." Laxus removed the feathered face mask and began to reach behind his head for the blinding eye mask. Freed yanked away with a grunt of protest and two snaps. Laxus drew back, stunned for a moment. "No?" Then he smirked sadistically. "You like it?"
Freed felt heat in his cheeks, but he nodded. The world was still out of reach, and he liked being in this dark oblivion where the only thing that existed was Laxus.
"Let me tend your ass, at least. I'm gonna sit on the couch and lay you over my lap. We'll get some lotion on that ass before you really start to hurt."
He grabbed a bottle from his bag of supplies. He had brought a small bottle for Virgo—good luck to Flare on snagging that extreme masochist—and a special bottle for Freed in his favorite scent. He guided Freed over to the couch, watching him shuffle his feet slowly. Laxus sat first and placed Freed stomach-down over his lap. He looked at that gloriously pink ass and … MINE!
He had seen that impression paddle in a shop earlier that week. It was hell hiding it from Freed for so long, which was why Laxus insisted on packing the supplies. He had to sneak that paddle onto the stage with help from the stagehand Ren. He would have to remember to grab it before they left.
Laxus squirted lotion into his hand and carefully rubbed out the skin. He told the audience that aftercare was vital. When he was a sadist-for-hire, he never once dealt with aftercare. He hated the idea of treating those disgusting men tenderly. With Freed, it was the best part. He heard Freed's sensual, relaxed moans as the pain faded and true pleasure settled in.
"You were incredible," he praised, and Freed wanted to smile despite the ball stretching his lips. "I bet you were shocked that there was someone else."
Freed tensed up and whined. He had been an emotional wreck filled with anxiety when he first realized Laxus would be working with another submissive.
The massive hand soothed over burning hot skin. "Were you jealous?" he asked casually. He heard a whimper from Freed. "You were, weren't you? Wondering who she was." His other hand stroked Freed's splayed hair. "How did that make you feel?"
In annoyance, Freed shouted something around the gag that was close to, "Obviously I can't tell you when I'm like this, you idiot!"
Laxus chuckled, petting Freed's head more, calming down his annoyance. "I know." He reached down and took hold of that slender hand used to holding a sword, yet soft and unblemished, the signs of a spoiled life. He stroked his thumb over the silver promise ring with its etched lightning bolt. "Only you. Do you understand? Only … you!"
Freed sighed, close to tears. Only you! The same thing that was engraved inside both of their rings.
Laxus pulled Freed up into his lap and held him so he could straddle his thighs. "Even if I hit someone else, even if I give these demonstrations, you are the only one for me." He lovingly caressed Freed's pale cheek. "Only you. Do you understand?"
Freed felt foolish for his jealousy. Laxus was used to cutting himself off emotionally. Having Virgo on that stage meant nothing to a man like him.
"You're the only one I'll touch … here."
He stroked the golden cage, using his fingertips to lightly poke through and caress the skin of the caged penis. Freed gasped and bowed his spine at the sensual touch, instantly wanting to get hard, agonizingly reminded that he still couldn't. Laxus' low chuckle taunted him.
"I'm glad I caged up your cock. Damn!" he exclaimed, running both hands up Freed's taut torso. "I don't want them to see you erect … ever! If we ever come to something like this again, you're definitely wearing this. I don't care if you're fully clothed." His eyes devoured the sight of Freed's creamy skin. "Fuck, I just love the idea that you can't get hard for others to see. Only me, right?"
Freed nodded desperately as that hand began to drift lower again.
"Am I the only one who can see it?" he asked in a taunting voice, slowing down, not touching yet.
Freed began to tremble, needing the touch. He nodded frantically.
Laxus breathed into his ear. "You'll only get hard for me, right?"
Freed was squirming now, needing it so much.
"You're the only person in the world who makes me hard, Freed, and fuck am I hard right now." He grabbed Freed's ass and pulled him in closer, frotting his leather trousers up against the gold chastity device. "Feel that. Feel how fucking hard you make me. I wasn't even a little aroused out there, despite doing all that, but I get you alone and you just moan, and I'm so damn hard. So god-fucking hard for you!"
Freed blindly reached forward and clenched Laxus' shoulders. He wanted so desperately to get hard. His cock felt like it was being utterly crushed inside this cage, pressing against the metal edges, straining to rise and forced to point down. It hurt … deliciously! Feeling Laxus hard, and being unable get erect for him in return, was torture.
Laxus chuckled as he humped against Freed and watched his body struggle so desperately. "Damn, I love seeing you like this. I almost wanna fuck you while you wear it. Watching you want it and not get it, fuck you until your cock blows even when it can't get up. Holy fucking shit, I want that!" he sneered, really thrusting up against Freed now. "Do you want that? Do you wanna be fucked while still being a caged animal?"
Freed frantically nodded, clenching his fingers in harder.
Laxus paused, but his hand went down. The metal was heating up with Freed's own rising temperature. "You wanna come though, don't you?" he said in a low, dangerous voice. "You want me to set you loose, let you come, stroke you off, maybe suck your dick?"
Freed nodded urgently, squirming as if he could break himself free, needing it like he needed air. He hurt so much, restrained and in erotic pain that gradually increased the more Laxus talked dirty to him.
"You do, huh?" Laxus mused, caressing down the cage and tapping the padlock holding him in place. "Good."
He tapped the lock a few more times, letting it hit the metal and vibrate Freed's dick. Then he leaned into Freed's ear and whispered two words to shatter his world:
"I won't!"
Freed screamed. To be built up, only to be denied, was beyond torture. He almost wanted to hit Laxus, and he did lightly punch his fists against those tight shoulders he was gripping. Stupid tease! And he was laughing. Stupid idiot was laughing!
"Instead…" Laxus sucked his finger and drenched it in saliva. "How about … back here?"
He nudged his finger inside of Freed's body, and all frustration flew out of his mind. He tensed, only to instantly loosen up, wanting it, ready to thrust down onto that finger. Laxus slipped all the way inside, and Freed began to groan in pleasure.
"Shh," Laxus hushed, knowing this was technically not allowed in the club.
His finger slid in and out, and Freed shivered, his head buried down into Laxus' neck. He trembled, thrusting down, meeting Laxus' hand, as well as thrusting against the bulge hidden behind the tight leather.
"Fuck, you're good," Laxus gasped softly. "Do you like that? Do you like my finger up your ass?" The trembling moan told him enough. "Good for more?"
Freed kept his head down and nodded eagerly. Laxus removed his finger, and Freed grunted out a maddened protest.
"It's okay," he whispered. "I won't keep you waiting."
He pulled his hand back up and spit a few times onto his other fingers. Lube would have been better, but that meant getting up. He reached back under, and two fingers nudged their way inside. He felt Freed's tightness quickly loosening, sucking him in.
"Fuck, so good," Laxus groaned as Freed thrust back onto his fingers. "You were so good tonight. So incredible. I love humiliating you in public. God!" With his free hand, he yanked Freed's chin up. "Please, let me do this again. Let me do something like this to you here, in public, for everyone to see. Please!" he pleaded.
Freed muttered something that was completely garbled by the ball gag, and Laxus arched an eyebrow.
"Is that a yes?"
Freed laughed, nodded, and also snapped once.
"Good." He kissed the side of Freed's neck and dragged his tongue up the salty skin. "I really do like it. I like letting them all know … you're mine!" he snarled, but then Laxus sighed despondently. "I feel like I can't tell anyone else. Damn rich boy!"
He loved Freed with his whole soul, but Laxus had no clue whom he could tell. Freed was not a celebrity, but his family was well-known, especially around town. His high station made Laxus wary. He never knew if perhaps someone knew Freed and would use Laxus' questionable past against the Justine family. He too often felt trapped in Freed's ivory tower. Although he loved living with him, he hated feeling caged within those pristine walls. He felt like he might destroy Freed's life at any minute, so he told no one about this. He had not even called his grandfather to tell the old geezer that he was in love.
"Out there, I feel like I gotta stay in your shadow so I don't mar you."
Freed felt a pain in his heart. Did Laxus really feel that way?
"But here," he growled, and he forced a third finger in. Freed jolted and let out an erotic whine of pain. "I can make you moan like a whore in front of everyone." He thrust hard enough to force Freed's whole body up. "I can make you low and dirty and let them all know—" He thrust harder, and Freed cried out through the gag. "—that you're mine!"
He began to thrust up faster, sneering as the sight of Freed riding his hand made his cock burn, confined within the leather.
"Oh … fuck." Laxus yanked his fingers out of Freed's ass and picked him up like a doll to set him aside. "Hold on a sec."
Freed hummed a question as he felt the couch under him.
"I'm gonna fuck you," Laxus declared, taking two steps toward their supplies before stopping and looking back around sharply. "Is that okay?"
Fuck him? Here? Earlier they had been warned that the back rooms were not to be used like that. The club had strict rules. Kink could happen, but nothing overtly sexual. Breaking the rules led to punishment, and worse, Laxus could lose his job.
Freed knew he should say no. He should put a stop to this, follow the rules.
Yet in that moment … damn all the rules! Unable to talk through the gag, he nodded his consent.
Laxus just needed that, Freed's permission, since this was impulsive and not allowed. Let Flare fine him, or even fire him, he didn't care, he just needed to get inside Freed … now. He stomped across the room to the supply bag and dug through, anxious and impatient.
"Goddammit, where's the condoms?" he sneered, tossing things out of the bag to search through the collection.
Finally, he found a box of condoms and yanked out a square. He undid his zipper and pull out his erection. It sprang forth, and a few strokes brought him up to full length. Then Laxus ripped open the condom packet and rolled it onto his erection. He looked back to Freed and saw him wincing from being seated on his sore ass. He walked back over, easing Freed onto his feet.
"Follow me, just a few steps."
He led him to the counter lit up by vanity mirrors and globe lights. He guided Freed's hands down so he could rest leaned over, standing in front of the mirror. Freed was still blindfolded and gagged, but Laxus could watch him. He smoothed Freed's long hair out of the way and stroked his fingers up Freed's spine, watching him arch like a cat.
So fucking sexy!
Freed wondered where he was. He tried to think of the room's layout, but his head was lost still. He was with Laxus, and that was the only important thing. He was here … with Laxus.
"Ready?" came a low and sensual whisper.
Freed felt something hard nudge against him. They were going to do this in public, and not like the strip club where it was expected. The kink club forbade it! Still, nothing could stop this now. They were too far gone, too lost in one another to care.
Freed nodded and let out a breath, preparing himself for what was to come.
Laxus rubbed Freed's lower back as he drizzled on lube, helping him to loosen up and relax. For this to work as quietly as possible, Freed had to be able to take it pain-free. Laxus squirted some lube onto Freed as well. He wanted to spread his butt cheeks to help, but the skin was still inflamed. Touching his ass would probably hurt far worse than penetration. Slowly yet with firmness, he pressed himself inside. Freed was ready for it, and only low groans of pleasure vibrated past the gag. Instead of his ass, Laxus grabbed Freed's muscular thighs, yanking him back while thrusting in, watching himself sink into that perfect body.
He stopped once he was all in and draped himself around Freed's back. He kissed the lean shoulders, the nape of his neck, and the tips of his ears.
"I love you," he whispered.
A shiver ran through Freed's body. No matter how many times Laxus told him that, hearing those three words always made him want to cry and melt in happiness. He wanted to say the words back, but his jaw ached from the ball gag.
Laxus did not need words. He looked in the mirror and saw Freed's face. He saw the love there, and he smiled plaintively. Without Freed, tonight would have been about smacking a piece of flesh and schooling a roomful of perverts. With Freed here with him, it was a lesson to people just like them, a lesson in intimacy, given with the assistance of the man who loved him enough to be placed on display, all for Laxus' pleasure.
Without Freed, BDSM was about hitting flesh and taking cash.
Without Freed, he had been merely a glorified whore.
Yet with him…
With him, Laxus was a god. He was an instructor. He was a lover so madly enamored, he was foolish enough to do this.
With Freed, he felt alive! He was no longer that emotionless shell of a sadist doling out pain with no satisfaction in return besides money to buy more whiskey to take the edge off his self-disgust. He got no money for what he did with Freed. He got love!
And love was priceless. You couldn't buy love.
Laxus felt Freed's body waiting motionlessly. He was loose, ready, probably feeling impatient. Laxus gripped his bony hips and thrust forward, grunting as the tight friction gripped at him. He pulled back and plunged in again. Freed let out a cry as Laxus moved right over his prostate, and the force of the thrust rocked his caged cock.
"I want you," Laxus sneered quietly, "so much." He thrust in again. "So much!" He kept slamming in, rocking Freed's entire body with each powerful strike.
Fuck, if Freed could just see himself!
Then Laxus had a fun idea. Freed's cellphone was in their bag of supplies since he could not keep it on himself with his revealing getup.
Laxus reached over to the phone, turned on the camera, and took numerous pictures in the mirror as he fucked Freed from behind. He had seen those damn pictures Freed took of him sleeping and drooling. This was payback. He did not even lose his rhythm as he took pictures of the blindfolded and gagged face, the flush spreading over Freed's body, his feathery wings sagging like the fallen angel he was, a picture of the word MINE imprinted on Freed's ass with a full and glorious view of Laxus' dick fully pierced inside.
He paused, kissing Freed's shoulders as if to give himself a rest, while really he was emailing all of those pictures to himself. Now if Freed freaked out and deleted them, at least Laxus would have them. Then he set the phone back into the supply bag. Freed never guessed he was Laxus' erotic model once again.
"You don't even know how sexy you are," he said, caressing Freed's masked and gagged face. Oh, but he would at least see now. He would see himself in full, debauched glory. "Those people out there know," he said. Then Laxus mocked in a musical tease. "They've seen eeeeeverythiiiiing."
Freed shuddered hard. He was right. Those people saw him fully nude except for his collar, winged harness, and the cage that shielded but showed it all.
Laxus reached into his back pocket. "But they've never seen you…" He pulled out a tiny key and fitted it into the chastity device's padlock. "…like this." He twisted the lock and pulled the cage off, freeing the cock and the balls. The gold chastity device fell to the ground with a metal clank.
Freed jolted at the suddenness, and his cock took no delay in filling up, so fast and so sudden that it was painful. Laxus laughed as he felt the full-body tremble. Fucking hell, that reaction was worth all the gold cages in the world!
"That's what you want, right? You want to be freed?"
He tried to talk, to agree, to praise Laxus for releasing him at last. He was voiceless, muted. His body said it all.
Laxus leaned into his ear and whispered seductively, "Because you're freed."
He froze with a hum of fascination, realizing the play on that word. Freed … he was freed.
"That's right," he breathed. "Freed."
His hand softly caressed the erection, and Freed thought he might just die from happiness.
"My Freed," he said, clinging around his waist to make sure the poor man did not drop. "Only I can make you free. You're only free because of me. Isn't that right?"
Freed nodded vigorously as that hand pleasured his emancipated erection.
"You're my slave. I decide when to cage you and when to free you. I make you freed," Laxus said with a raised voice, but then he chuckled to himself. "God, I love your name right now." He was having far too much fun with this.
Freed was bucking into his hand, then back at Laxus. Teasing about his name and newfound liberation had made Laxus stop his ministrations.
"Y'okay?" he asked, giving a full stroke to mean he wanted to be sure Freed was not in pain in that region.
He nodded and thrust back again, wiggling his hips with need to show he wanted it.
"Good," Laxus whispered. He pulled back and gave a sharp thrust in.
Now, Freed's whole groin could react to the thrusts. Whenever Laxus' hips slammed in, they brushed against the sore buttocks still smarting from the paddle. Freed felt it spark jolts through everything, base to leaking tip. Laxus had a hold on his hips now, holding Freed's lower half steady as he bucked into him, so Freed reached down to stroke himself, giving his cock the attention it direly needed.
"Gonna take you!" Laxus pulled Freed's hair, yanking his face up so he could see the drool running down his chin and the crimson in his cheek. "Have you!" He thrust in, tugging the hair just on the edge of pain. "Make you mine!"
He let go of the hair and gave a normal spank to Freed's ass. Although it was barely enough to make a sound, Freed shrieked as all of that burning returned. His cock could now react to that pain, salacious counteractions that had been forbidden earlier. Freed stroked himself faster and clung onto the counter; however, his head hit something hard yet cold. Glass?
The mirror! He remembered this room had a massive mirror for the performers who normally used these dressing rooms.
Laxus was fucking him up against the mirror! He recalled how reflections affected Laxus so strongly, and he heard it now. Laxus was grunting and panting. His speed began to accelerate. Freed heard the signs of him already beginning to lose control.
"You're close, aren't you?"
Freed whined and nodded, keeping his hand going on himself.
"Good."
Laxus dug his fingers deeply into Freed's hips as he slammed in, releasing with a suppressed grunt. Freed felt that massive cock throbbing now. He trembled just to know Laxus was coming inside of him.
"Fuck, you're good," Laxus sighed blissfully, feeling that tension drift away.
Still, he had a task now. He suddenly yanked Freed to stand up, reached around his thin body, and grabbed his cock. He watched Freed squirm in the mirror and watched that dripping cock squelching in his hand.
"So wet. I make you like this. Make your cock leak. Make you drool. You're a mess, Freed. You can't see it, but you are such a fucking perfect mess."
Freed reached behind and grabbed the back of Laxus' head, holding onto him as his knees threatened to give out from how much his body was shaking.
"Come on," he whispered, nipping Freed's ear. "It's all right. You can come."
Freed cried out in protest and shook his head. He realized Laxus would think he was just being bashful, so he snapped twice to show his protest was serious.
Laxus froze at the snaps. "What?" he asked in concern.
Freed tried to use pantomime hand gestures to show his concern. Laxus watched in the mirror. Cock? Get big? Erupt? Well, yeah, that was the point! Then Freed gestured to show it would splatter all around. He next shook his head. No, he didn't want that. Laxus was still confused by this. Did he not wanna come? Then Freed made more hand gestures. Hand over cock? Hand holding the cock? Oh! Cover the cock.
"Condom!" Laxus cried out, finally getting it. "Oh shit, that's right. You need a condom."
"Mm-hmm!" Freed cried out in exasperation. Damn, this boyfriend of his could be so dense!
Laxus reached back to the nearby supply bag. Luckily the condom box was still on the top. "Thanks for reminding me," he chuckled, pulling one square out and opening it. "Don't wanna mess this area. You might have already dripped, though."
Freed whined in embarrassment.
"You need to remind me sooner."
God! This idiot! Like he could talk! He had to play frigging Charades just to get his point across even at this late in the action.
"There," Laxus said, rolling the condom on nice and snug. "Damn, look at you. Look at my little angelic whore, wanting it so badly, loving my cock up your ass. Fuck, look at you!" He stroked Freed and kept him pulled up, standing, leaning back against his chest as Laxus stroked his sheathed arousal. "I love looking at you. Love seeing you fall apart."
Laxus felt his cock begin to slip out, so he slammed Freed down to the counter again.
"Oh no you don't! I'm staying in here until you come." He thrust back in, despite the softness. "I wanna feel you come around my cock. Wanna feel that ass of yours trembling as your balls get ready to shoot out a load. Fuck, I love feeling that. Love to feel just before you come. So do it." He stroked relentlessly. "I need you. So fucking need you."
Freed dug his nails into the counter, and his knees nearly gave out. Laxus wrapped an arm around him, making sure he did not fully collapse.
"Come on," Laxus urged.
Freed shook his head, but Laxus saw this was not a true protest. He was struggling to hold out. As admirable as that was, they did not have time for that.
"Come for me!" he ordered sharply in a deep, dominant voice.
Just like when he fell to his knees, Freed's body reacted on pure instinct. Holding back was not even an option. He came. He had been ordered, and his body did it. Freed felt his body throbbing with spurt after spurt, and all he heard for a while was the rushing of his own heartbeat.
He came … for his master! For his lover. His god! He was in heaven … here … with the Thunder God.
Laxus held still as he felt it. "That's right," he whispered in praise, savoring the moment. "Pour it all out, slave. All of it. Give it all to me."
All around his cock, he felt Freed's body react. He felt how things inside shivered and contracted just seconds before he came. He felt the muscles all around him tensing and convulsing. His hand felt the gentle throbs, the vibration as cum flowed out, and contractions of each spurt. He heard the huffs sputtering through the ball gag. He watched as Freed loosened up and began to sink. Then came a drawn out groan as it all swept away, everything faded, and that brief moment of divine glory passed. His wings seemed to fall, and Freed collapsed over the dressing room counter. His hair tumbled over the pearly inlay, a sweet angel, yet far more glorious now that he had fallen.
"God, that's good," he whispered in awe. Laxus leaned over and laid on top of him, holding Freed possessively. Both of them breathed hard, sweaty from the pleasure. "You're so good," he said quietly, gently stroking Freed's hair as he nuzzled the back of his neck. "So good," he breathed, almost too quiet to hear.
They lay there, splayed out, two men lost in the warm afterglow.
Freed breathed slowly and deeply through his nose as his spent cock shrank, shriveling up the filled condom. Laxus was still inside him, although soft and slipping slowly out. Still, they lay together, not wanting to separate this intense connection.
Laxus wished they could stay. If they were home, they would toss the condoms, maybe wash up—maybe not—and cuddle in bed, falling asleep in exhaustion. That was not possible here. They needed to leave before they got caught, if someone had not already heard them and reported it to Flare. Considering she was not bursting in now that things had settled down, there was a good chance that the stagehands were busy with the next demonstration and Flare was occupied with Virgo.
Still, they needed to move, clean up somehow, and get dressed. With reluctance, Laxus pushed himself up and gazed down at his defeated incubus disguised as an angel.
"You okay?"
Freed was floating. The world was black and endless. It was luminous and tiny.
"Freed, are you okay?" came a stronger question.
The world was Laxus. The only thing here with him in this world of expansive nothingness was Laxus. They were a duality, joined into a unity, floating together in nihility, for all of eternity.
"Snap if you're okay!"
Freed's mind cleared a little. Snap? There had been a question. Was he okay? Laxus had no clue just how okay he was. In this moment, Freed felt like maybe he really was that divine creature Laxus called him. Maybe he was an angel, and Laxus his god. God asked a question. Was he okay? God gave an order. Snap. Once, yes, he was okay, he was better than okay, he was floating in heaven on pure white wings.
Struggling, Freed snapped once.
Laxus sighed in relief. Freed was really out of it, but he needed to ease him back into reality. "I'm going to pull out."
Freed just hummed a vague acknowledgement, but he did not know what that meant until he felt Laxus' cock slide back and leave him. He cried out through the gag. No! He was alone now. One became two. Binary fission. He was no longer a part of this god. He felt so empty, and yet … freedom! Individuality. It was like rebirth, still floating, not in heaven anymore. More like an amniotic sack, ready to exist, but not fully developed. Not quite yet. He was floating.
Or was it falling now?
Falling from heaven, ready to be born as a human.
Falling…
"It's okay. I've got you. Come on."
Was he flying again? No, Laxus was holding him, helping him to sit on the edge of the counter. Freed was limp and lost between phases of spiritual and corporeal.
"I'm going to take this off. Close your eyes."
Eyes? He had forgotten about eyes in this dark world. He felt elastic tightness around his head come off, and there was light on the other side of his eyelids.
"Can you see?"
Slowly, feeling blinded by brilliance, Freed blinked his eyes. He wondered if this was how overwhelming it was for an infant to see the world for the first time. His vision was blurred and his eyes drifted aimlessly.
"Look at me."
Freed's eyes focused on the voice, and his first clear view were two blue eyes gazing upon him. He blinked some more to clear his vision. Laxus! It was like seeing him for the first time.
He remembered that day, nervously stepping into a gay strippers club just to see what the big deal was. Loke raved about groups of college guys going to strip clubs, but Freed felt uncomfortable around women. He thought he might comprehend the appeal at one with male dancers, but those were usually aimed at entertaining ladies. Despite his long hair, Freed doubted he could pull off looking like a woman, certainly not sounding female with his low voice. So he specifically went to the only gay strip club in the area. He watched "Ice Prince" dance, and while it was certainly erotic, it also seemed rather silly. He was about to leave, until he heard AC/DC playing Thunderstruck. At least the music was good, he could stay for the song if nothing else. Then the yellow flashed, and on that stage stood Thor!
He would never forget that first view, how "Thor" made his pulse race within seconds and made him so hard by the end of the song, he had to rush off to the restroom limping. For a whole month, he masturbated to that song, replaying the slow strip in his head. Just hearing it on the radio made his groin ache.
He used to wonder what color those eyes were, looking orange in the club lights. Now he knew just how blue they were.
His electric blue eyes! Freed gazed up into them now and smiled.
Laxus saw Freed's gaze finally focus on him. "Good," he said, stroking the disheveled hair but feeling the strap for the ball gag. "I'll take this off."
He unsnapped the gag and slowly, mindful of how long it had been wrenching Freed's jaw open, he eased the ball out. Freed gagged a little as it left his mouth. He could finally swallow, and his jaw suddenly felt just how sore it was from being forced open. He opened and closed his jaw, working out the stiffness, while struggling to swallow.
"You okay?" Laxus asked again.
A grunt came out, but Freed quickly remembered that he had the ability of speech. He got only a syllable out before his throat stuck to itself in dryness.
"Nod," Laxus commanded.
Freed knew he could speak, but his face hurt too much. He nodded his head, opting to remain mute a little longer. At least he hummed, "Mm-hmm."
Laxus smiled and caressed his cheeks, helping to rub out his jaws. "That's good," he whispered, glad to see him slowly coming back. He massaged right along the jawline, hoping to ease away the stiffness so he could hear Freed's voice again.
Now that he was sure Freed was all right, Laxus set about tending to both of them. He removed the condoms and wrapped them up in a massive wad of tissues. He moistened a washcloth that was tossed into their supplies and wiped them both down, starting with the dried drool all over Freed's chin, neck, and flaking on his chest, then a soothing but cold wash over the sweaty skin.
He undid the buckles to the winged harness and slipped the entire thing off from Freed's shoulders. The leather left faint pink marks in Freed's pale skin, and Laxus wiped the washcloth over them, soothing the lines with the cold moistness, then warming the skin back up with his lips.
Freed sat on the counter in a daze, watching Laxus wash him. Happiness surged over him. Laxus could torture him mentally, but emotionally, he had never been cruel. He pampered Freed, especially in these moments after a scene was over. The sex was fun, but the aftercare was when he felt deeply bonded together. As Laxus finished washing his skin and used the towel to clear any cum on his cock, Freed smiled at the tenderness shown to that sensitive area. His tired eyes watched as Laxus cleaned away the residue, then finally cleaned himself. He always took care of Freed before caring for himself.
"Can you stand up yet? Turn around. I'll clean your ass."
Freed felt the ground, but his legs did not yet work. Laxus had to spin him around. The cold moisture on the burn from paddling felt good, and Laxus was extra gentle as he parted the butt cheeks in order to get the lube and any filth off of Freed's ass.
"Okay, all done," he said. He put the washcloth in a plastic ziplock bag he packed as well, knowing he did not want a wet and contaminated cloth mixed in with sex toys.
Freed's legs suddenly gave out, but before he could fall more than a few inches, he was swept up into strong arms.
"I've got you. Are you okay to stand?"
Freed thought about it, but he shook his head. He doubted his legs would support him.
"Okay." Laxus lifted Freed up into his arms again to carry him. "What position works best for you?"
"Hn … d- … down," he answered, his throat still parched and gravelly.
"Was the couch okay?"
Freed nodded, not trusting his voice to be strong enough.
Laxus would not say Freed weighed nothing. He was lean, solid muscle, tall, long-limbed, and Laxus was terrified of catching all that hair on something. Still, he managed to carry Freed across the dressing room to the couch.
Freed looked up to see the bottom of a sharp chin. "Laxus," he whispered.
"I have you," he promised gently.
Freed sighed. I have you. And he had Laxus. They had each other. Knowing that made him smile with glowing happiness and curl up against the swirling tattoos on Laxus' chest.
"You did real good," Laxus praised. He knelt by the couch so he could set Freed down gently. He still hissed when his pinkened buttocks touched the cushions. "Get on your side," Laxus suggested.
Freed weakly rolled himself, and once he was free from Laxus' arms, the large man helped him to move, lightly shifting his hair out of the way and grabbing a throw pillow for Freed's head.
"Is that okay?"
"Uh- … -huh," he mumbled.
"That's good."
"How … are y- … you?" Freed muttered. His lips felt over-stretched and sore.
Laxus chuckled. How was he? Words could not begin to describe it. "I'm doing great." He leaned over and playfully rubbed Freed's nose with his own. "Incredible!"
Freed smiled in sleepy bliss. "D- … cu- … you…" His throat was not working again.
"Don't try to talk too much yet," Laxus warned.
In stubbornness, Freed gulped down as much saliva as he could and tried again. "Y- … you … khh … ugh … y-you liked?"
Laxus stared at him. Was he mad? Did he fuck his brains out? You liked? The hell sort of question was that? Did he like it?
"Of course I did!" he exclaimed, then laughed and ruffled up Freed's hair. "Silly."
"Y-yo- … omp … khh…"
"I said don't talk too much. I'll get you some water. How's your ass?"
Freed chuckled weakly. What did he expect him to say? It felt fine? If Freed said that, Laxus would certainly hit him far harder, or worse, take it as meaning he did not fully pleasure Freed. So he told the truth. "It's … sore."
Laxus smirked and kissed his forehead. "Of course it is."
Freed had to laugh. That same reply, as if Laxus already knew the answer to his questions and just wanted to hear it for himself.
"Do you need a blanket?"
Freed felt so cold without Laxus draped over him, or held in his arms, so he nodded. He felt like a child, a baby, and he wanted his blankie.
"All right, I'll get one. I'll be right back. Stay right there."
"Laxus!" Freed grabbed his arm in a strong gasp, considering he could not stand on his own feet yet. He did not want to be apart, not for a single minute. He knew he was helpless right now, an infant, unable even to move on his own.
"It's okay," Laxus promised him, patting his gripping hand. "No one will come in here."
Laxus stood and walked to the door. Down the way, he saw Ren. Laxus briefly wondered if the stagehand had heard them, but that had to wait. He had a sub he needed to take care of, and everyone in this club knew just how vital that was to prevent sub-drop.
"Ren!"
He turned around and looked a little startled. Then Laxus saw him pull earbuds off. If Ren had heard them, he had been purposely ignoring their noises. Laxus made a mental note to give Ren a big tip in thanks.
"Can you guard him?" he asked, thumbing back to Freed.
"Is he okay?"
"He needs a blanket."
Ren nodded. It was a common need for Submissives. "They're down the hall, same closet where they put the fancy tablecloths."
"Thanks. No one enters here, got it?"
"He'll be safe," he promised. Ren smiled to see the normally gruff bouncer being a protective and loving partner. This was the best part of BDSM, the gentleness that happened afterward that brought Dominant and Submissive closer than any mundane emotions.
Laxus hurried off, not wanting to leave Freed for too long.
Inside the room, Freed became more and more aware of himself and his surroundings. His collar was still on, but nothing else. The winged harness rested on the counter. The golden cock cage was still on the ground where Laxus let it fall. Freed reached up and touched the white collar. He was not the Green Angel anymore, but this collar showed he still belonged to Laxus.
He sighed in happiness, glad Laxus at least left the collar on. He began to drift off, sleepy and happy, filled with so much warmth and joy. Life seemed to suck the soul out of him, struggles at work, high expectations from family, all the stress of everyday life. Laxus filled in what the real world etched away.
He was truly reborn, whole and untainted in this moment.
"Are you falling asleep on me?"
His eyes opened. Had he slept? He could hardly differentiate between fantasy and reality yet.
"Tired," he whispered.
"Of course you are," Laxus said smugly. "I fucked everything out of you, didn't I?"
Freed gazed up into those electric blue eyes. "You fucked everything into me." He was whole and pure because of this incredible man.
Laxus was not exactly sure what Freed meant, but it sounded deeply spiritual, the way he said it with those eyes gleaming in adoration.
"Here." Laxus pulled forth a pale blue blanket. He draped it over Freed's naked body, tucked it around close, making sure his feet were wrapped up, and tugged it up to his chin.
"Mmmh … that's nice," Freed sighed. The blanket had even been warmed up.
Laxus grinned to see the childlike innocence in his face and smoothed down his hair. "I got the fuzziest one they had, just for you."
Freed giggled and snuggled down into the blanket. He could stay wrapped up like this, with Laxus stroking him like a sleepy child, all weekend. He wanted to remain in this puerile innocence and defenselessness. Youth had been gleaming and carefree; the adult world was cold and stressful. He wanted to linger in this nascent state for as long as possible.
Laxus saw that Freed was drifting off to sleep again. As adorable as that was, they could not stay here forever. He needed to get Freed through this phase. Before the night was over, they had to leave here, make it back home, and then they could spend tomorrow slowly recovering. Both of them needed it. Tonight had been intense, and they both needed to avoid the emotional drop that could happen afterward.
Laxus grabbed Freed and pulled him up enough so he could sit on the couch with Freed in his arms. He wanted—needed—to hold him, cuddle him, as an apology for putting him through all this, to reassure Freed of his love and reassure himself that, despite his sadistic side, he would never dream of truly harming this man. Laxus needed that for his own swirling emotions.
However, Freed let out a mewl of pain, and Laxus froze. Pain in the moment was one thing, but seeing him in pain afterward worried him.
"Is this okay?" he asked sharply.
Freed wiggled around in Laxus' arms. "My … butt … hurts."
Laxus relaxed a little. He really had gone far tonight. He would definitely make up for it on Sunday. "What if we roll you this way?" He carefully rolled Freed to face him on his side with his butt settled between his knees so there was no pressure on the sore parts.
"That's better," he sighed in happiness.
Freed liked this position because he could nuzzle up against Laxus' chest and feel the warmth of his skin. He slipped one hand out of the blanket and traced the tattoos. He remembered their first time together, when he woke up in the late morning after being pleasured all night until sunrise. He had traced these tattoos then, and Laxus told him that, since they were covering scars, the scarred flesh was dull, while the edges of the scars were highly sensitive.
"I didn't say to stop. I meant to kiss beside the scar, not on top. That way I can feel it. I like to feel your lips."
Even back then, Laxus could say surprisingly romantic things.
"Laxus?"
"Yeah?"
Freed looked up at him and smiled warmly. "I love you."
Laxus saw the tenderness in those tired eyes, and he grinned at seeing Freed so open, so honest, despite all the pain and humility he just put him through. "I love you too." He leaned over and just rested his lips on Freed's forehead. "I love you so much. You did such a good job."
Freed hummed in contentment. He felt warm in his blanket and in Laxus' arms. It was like being a child again, only … more loved. It was not nursemaids and nannies to care for him, just Laxus, and Laxus showed him genuine love and fidelity.
"How are you feeling?"
Freed stretched a little, still sore, but waking up from the daze of subspace. "Better."
"Okay. Gotta get you dressed."
Freed groaned petulantly and curled deeper into Laxus' chest in protest. "Don't wanna," he whined tiredly.
Laxus chuckled and stroked the green hair. "We can't sleep in here," he warned, but he liked seeing Freed so childlike and adorable. He almost wished they could stay like this, cuddling until morning, but they really did need to get dressed. "Well, I've done my part. Wanna sit around, watch some more?"
Freed thought about it while trying to stretch stiff muscles yet not wanting to leave Laxus' lap. "Nothing really new."
Nothing new? "Are you saying you've experience it all?" he teased. "Are you bored?"
Freed smiled mischievously and looked up at Laxus. "Hardly bored!"
Damn, he loved that sassy smile! "Good answer."
"But we have done most of that," he pointed out.
"Have we? Well, maybe we need to do it again, from the very start." He traced his finger along Freed's collar. "Everything we've ever done, do again, in our own bed, our own place."
Freed closed his eyes and smiled. Everything they had ever done! Electro-stim, vibrating anal plugs, riding crop, floggers, paddles, handcuffs … He hummed sensually as his mind thought back to all the pleasures they had splurged in over the past few months and whispered drowsily, "I like that idea."
Laxus was also thinking about it all, from their first time together to tonight, all of it. He caressed Freed's smooth skin and said softly, "Of course you do."
Freed chuckled. The same answer as always, and he would never tire of hearing Laxus say it. However, as he stretched again, he felt pain in his rump and fatigue in his limbs. He glanced up at Laxus and asked sleepily, "Can we go home?"
He arched an eyebrow. "Can you drive?"
"Mmh … maybe?"
"Maybe? I don't think so, not where your head is." Laxus could see, Freed was absolutely in no condition to drive, and as the Dominant, he had to make sure he got home safely. "We can call a cab."
"But my car!" he protested.
"We can get your car later. Where do you think your head is right now?"
Freed knew the answer, although he wanted to protest. He curled into Laxus and yawned. "Still there."
"Yeah, still there," he agreed. He petted Freed's head, swearing he looked like a content overgrown kitten curled up like that. "You like when I send you there, huh?"
"Mm-hmm," Freed hummed, happy to stay in this wonderful alternate reality Laxus sent him to, where he was a child being pampered and not a whining, needy adult.
As for Laxus, he hoped Freed stayed this way a little longer. He kept stroking Freed's hair, even when he felt the lanky body go limp in his arms. Freed was asleep again, and Laxus let him rest. He knew they needed to leave the room before…
There was a soft knock at the door. Too late.
Flare peeked in, but instead of looking angry, she looked concerned. Laxus realized she did not know what the two of them had done. She was simply there to check on them.
"How is he?" she asked.
Laxus looked down at Freed, asleep and not even aware that someone had entered. "He's doing good. We'll need a cab."
"You don't drive?"
"No, of course not."
"Oh," she said in surprise. "All right. I can call it for you. It'll be about fifteen minutes." She realized Freed was not moving. "Will he be okay?"
Laxus touched Freed's head, and the young man jolted awake. "He will be."
"You can't carry him out naked, you know."
Laxus rolled his eyes. "I know. He'll be dressed."
Freed suddenly realized someone was with them. He yanked the blanket tighter around him and rolled into Laxus as if to hide.
"All right," Flare sighed, leaving it up to Laxus to know what was best for his Submissive. "Fifteen minutes. That's usually about how long they take."
"Thanks, Flare." He caressed Freed's head. "You hear that?"
"Y-Yeah," he said sleepily. "I can stand." He began to sit up, but he stopped as his body felt the overwhelming fatigue. "Uh … maybe," he corrected, flinching.
"Take it easy." Laxus shifted Freed to sit on the couch first while he rose to his feet. "You can keep the blanket around you for now. Come on." He took Freed's hand and pulled him up. The naked man let out a sleepy groan of protest, standing but not moving. "Come on, one foot in front of the other." Slowly, he pulled Freed just a few shuffling steps away from the couch. "You're doing good." He brought him over to the supply bag. "Okay, let's get your clothes on."
Laxus retrieved Freed's clothes from the hanging rack, but Freed let out a groan of complaint. He did not move and just glared at the fabrics.
Laxus smirked at his stubbornness. "Do you want me to dress you?"
"Mm-hmm," he hummed sleepily. The only move he made was to drop the blanket to the ground, not even handing it over.
"Lazy," Laxus chided, leaning over to pick the blanket up. He threw it over to the couch, then pulled forth the boxers Freed brought. "Here. One foot," he said, but he had to hoist up Freed's foot by the ankle just to get him to lift it. "Then the next," he said lightly, again lifting the ankle while Freed made no effort to help. "Okay. Shimmy that up. Come on."
Freed groaned. After being naked for so long, wearing clothing felt so restrictive. It was the mature thing to do, and he still felt like being a child. As Laxus tried to lift the boxers up, Freed made no effort to help, not even spreading his legs a little.
"Come on!" Laxus said in a light insistence, yet Freed only pouted and grunted. "You little brat, come on. At least get your underwear on." With a sleepy groan, Freed widened his thighs so the fabric could slide between his legs. "Okay, ready for trousers?"
"Hh … hyeah," he croaked out.
His voice sounded awful. "You okay?"
Freed flinched and tried to swallow. "Still need water."
"Oh shit, that's right!" He had completely forgotten. Laxus reached over to the supply bag again. "Here. Good thing I brought a water bottle. Here you go."
He handed the bottle over, but Freed just looked at it. Laxus realized it was closed. The bratty boy was not even going to open the bottle for himself. Laxus twisted it open, lifted Freed's hand, and put the bottle into his fingers.
At least Freed did take hold of the water bottle, but he had to use two hands, feeling too weak to hold it with just one. He brought the bottle to his lips and began to gulp down mouthfuls.
"Slow. Slow down," Laxus warned.
Freed took a break, but quickly tipped the bottle back again, guzzling down water.
"Sips!" Laxus shouted, yanking the bottle from his lips. "Just sips."
"Yeah," he mumbled, but Freed tipped the bottle back again, taking a large gulp.
Laxus swiped the water bottle out of his weak grasp. "No, that's enough."
"I'm still thirsty," he whined.
"Just … sips!" he emphasized sternly.
Freed pulled back with a frown, but he saw sternness in those blue eyes. His master had been giving orders, and he had been disobeying. He lowered his head in contrition. "Y-Yes, master."
Laxus snapped at him, "I'm doing this for your own good, y'know. You don't wanna gulp."
"I know." He really did know. Gulping could make him sick. His body was in a delicate state. The excessive thirst was proof of that. So soon after such a deep, emotional scene, he could easily get nauseated. Laxus was simply watching out for him. "Just … thirsty."
Laxus knew thirst was common with BDSM. Especially how much Freed had drooled, and the lack of liquid going down his throat, plus all the sweating and general chemical change in his body from the altered mental state of subspace, he needed to rehydrate. However, it was up to Laxus to sanely decide what was healthy for Freed and what would make him sick. He set the water bottle aside.
"Let's get your pants on," he decided.
Freed gazed needfully at the water, but he could not fight Laxus, certainly not in his current state. All he could do was agree quietly.
Laxus shook out the slacks, and at least this time Freed obediently lifted his legs, trying to work with him, although he had to hold onto Laxus for balance. He looked sleepy and dizzy, so Laxus tried to keep him steady as he slipped the cotton fabric up those slender legs.
"There you go. Get you nice and belted in there." The belt was still through the loops, and Laxus tugged it together, not too tightly. "Is that okay?"
Freed's throat still hurt, but he answered hoarsely. "It's good."
"Okay." He pulled out the shirt next and shook it out. Leave it to Freed to wear a silk dress shirt to a fetish club. "Your shirt will be untucked. Is that fine?"
"Yeah." He liked that Laxus was even asking for his approval on how to be dressed. It made Freed know how much he was being pampered despite being dressed against his childish protests.
"Okay, let's get this on." He pulled the sleeves on easily enough, with Freed standing there like the rich heir he was, allowing his servant to dress him. However, Laxus' large fingers fumbled with buttoning the dress shirt. "Dammit, so many buttons!" he shouted in frustration. "Next time just wear a teeshirt."
He got it buttoned enough to be closed over Freed's chest and stomach, but left the tail out and loose. He realized the collar needed to come off. Wearing that in public would raise questions. Freed did not protest; he also realized everything needed to come off while they were still in the club.
"All right, there you go." He placed the collar into the supply bag. He liked this white collar, something they had both picked out … a collar just for them! Laxus picked up the water bottle and handed it to Freed as a treat for obeying. "A little bit more water. Sips this time," he warned.
Freed wanted to obey and just sip, but the cool water in his throat made him crave more. Sipping meant less water, so he clutched the bottle to him and kept sipping more and more.
"Okay, that's enough." He reached out for the bottle, and when Freed tried to drink more, Laxus snatched it away again. "That's enough," he said gently. "Feeling better?"
His throat was dry but not as pained anymore. His body felt fatigued, but in a good way. His brain was clearing up, but with it came a feeling of serenity. Freed smiled at the feeling of warmth smoldering inside his chest.
"Incredible!" he whispered.
"Good." Laxus smiled and stroked the long hair. "I'm glad," he said, gazing down at his lover, now dressed in plain clothes but still just as perfect as the slave with wings. His hand stopped, and he just gazed at Freed, feeling overwhelmed. "Man, you…" He shut his mouth and shook his head.
"What?" Freed asked curiously.
Laxus looked aside and blushed, not wanting to say it out loud. Yet as he looked back down and into those turquoise eyes with their long lashes, the words slipped out.
"You're breathtaking," he said in awe, and he quickly laughed in embarrassment. "And my God, that's like the shittiest thing in the world to say to a guy, but…" His laughs subsided, leaving an earnest pang in his eyes. "…you just look so incredible when you're like this," he said, tucking back a strand of green hair, "when you're lost in that space." He bit his lip, trying to hold his emotions in. Still, he whispered plaintively, "You look incredible."
Freed was stunned to see the sadist so overwhelmed. He whispered Laxus' name, but he was unsure what to say. He felt embarrassed, but also deeply happy. For Laxus to tell him that, he knew there was a well of love bubbling up inside this godly man.
Laxus could not contain himself any longer. He grabbed Freed into a powerful hug. "I love you so much," he whispered, clutching Freed to him.
They kissed, gently, passionately. No wild claiming anymore; they had claimed one another enough. Now, lust was sated, and pure love remain unquenchable. To Freed, after such a rebirth, it was like the first time their lips ever touched. Each kiss was fresh and perfect, adoring him, pampering him, letting him know how loved he was by this incredible man.
They could have spent the rest of the night tenderly making out, except there was another knock on the door. Flare opened and saw the two wrapped together, not as a kinky couple, but as lovers. She was used to walking in on naked people or couples in the midst of heated passion, but she blushed at interrupting such gentle, doting fidelity.
"Cab's here," she said softly.
Laxus pulled away from Freed's lips with a soft growl of annoyance. "Thanks," he said gruffly.
Flare left swiftly with pink on her cheeks. Laxus walked aside, trying to regain his composure. He finished packing their supply bag, being cautious with the winged harness and bagging the messy cock cage to be sterilized later. He handed the feather mask back to Freed. Until they left the club, he should remain in disguise, especially since at least one person here knew him. Freed carefully placed the mask back on, checking the mirror to make sure his facial features did not show enough to blow his anonymity.
"Okay, I think we're all packed away," Laxus decided. He swung the bag onto his shoulder and turned to Freed. "Ready to go home?"
Home. Once, going home meant leaving Laxus, and that was the worst thing in the world. Now, going home meant going to bed together, curling up into an embrace, and listening to Laxus' soft snores just before letting sleep win over.
"Yeah," he whispered, smiling at the prospect of staying all night and morning with Laxus in his bed.
"Good. Come on." Laxus grabbed his hand and pulled him along, eager to get out of the club now and get into some privacy.
Freed took two steps before crying out in pain and yanking free from Laxus' hand. The blond spun around in horror by the sound of agony.
"You okay?" he asked sharply.
It took Freed a moment. He tested his feet again. Moving his hips hurt the tender ass. The fabric of his boxers, despite opting for silk, shot stinging needles of pain across the swollen flesh. He was still fatigued and ached in so many ways.
"Slow," he warned, limping forward.
"Okay, as slow as you need." Laxus offered his arm, walking beside Freed and guiding him rather than pulling him forward. They left the room and went through the hall. Freed continued to limp and placed one hand behind him, rubbing out the sting in his rump. Laxus scoffed lightly. "I hardly hit you."
Freed gawked up at him. Hardly … hit? "It hurt!" he cried out, not caring that he sounded whiny.
Laxus just smirked at the prim and mighty Freed Justine acting like such a crybaby. "But it wasn't too bad?" he asked, just to be sure.
Freed shrank down. "N-No," he whispered, and a smile struggled up to his lips, slowly becoming a sly simper accompanied by a devilish gleam in his eyes. "You know where to hit me."
Laxus cocked an eyebrow down at his lover. "Damn straight I do!"
He nodded as they walked by Ren, and Laxus handed him the key to the dressing room. The club music was ahead of them, colored lights, noisy crowds, and the sounds of fleshy impact from the next presentation being given. Before they reentered the exhibition, Laxus jerked to a stop.
"Hold up a second."
Freed began to hum in question, but suddenly he was slammed against the hallway wall. Laxus was right up against him, crushing him with powerful, wild, snarling kisses that made any aches or stiffness vanish instantly. Freed felt out of control all over again, forced to surrender to those kisses. He melted, letting Laxus take him, all of him, anything he wanted.
"I told you, I'd praise these lips," Laxus said between kisses. "You were incredible," he declared with another kiss. "Really!" he insisted, not stopping.
Suddenly, Freed reached around him, holding the back of Laxus' head and pulling him to stop the rain of kisses. Then Laxus felt Freed's tongue. He slowed down, opened his mouth, and allowed the kiss to deepen. He groaned at the feel of Freed's tongue slithering inside. He let Freed explore him, let his tongue lap around inside, and tasted him. Such a kiss was so powerful, only a strong man like Freed could kiss him like that.
When they pulled back, Laxus had to wonder who was doing the attacking now. It might be Freed shoved up against the wall, but it was Laxus whose knees were ready to buckle as his head felt dizzy from the kiss.
"Thank you," Freed said coyly.
Laxus barked out a laugh. "Thank you?" He shook his head. His Submissive was thanking him? This gorgeous angel from heaven was thanking him, some wretched animal who debauched him and broke his halo? Yet his blue-green eyes insisted: thank you.
This man!
Laxus knew he should be the one thanking Freed for letting him have this night, praising him for enduring right up to his limits, and worshiping him for the love he showed. He cupped Freed's cheek, but Laxus could think of no words. He was bad at words. He caressed the pale face instead and smiled reverently. Then he pulled the mask back out so no one would recognize Freed in street clothes and slipped it in place.
"Let's go," he urged, pulling Freed to his side as an equal.
Freed wrapped around his arm and turned with Laxus as they stepped out into alluring lights and erotic music of the fetish club.
Next Chapter: "Night's End"
A/N: I don't know if I ever directly stated that Laxus' theme song as a stripper was Thunderstruck. Well, now it's clear. He stripped to AC/DC. I don't own that song. I do own nearly every AC/DC album, though.
Here's fan art of an alternate universe to "South Pole Club," where Fraxus and Gratsu are all strip dancers. http://sass-queen-justine.tumblr.com/post/134629415857
Audio drama: http://chirb.it/rq80Nw
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