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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.

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Warning: Lots of blood, not for the squeamish.

Chapter 39

Blood Fetish

It was morning in Magnolia, a normal day everywhere else in town, but in a chilly apartment room rented by a certain ice wizard, things were rarely normal. Last night had not been normal, and the past few months were anything but normal. This morning would be far from a typical, normal day for the two now sleeping together, cuddled in each other's arms as the sun peeked through the curtains and shined in their faces.
Natsu blinked as the beam of sunshine hit him right in the eyes. The smells of Gray's room were familiar now, and the scent of sex still hung in the air. At first, he did not want to move. His body hurt.
« You can take more. Count them, bitch! Count out your punishment! *smack* »
His wrists were aching, and as he looked down, purple bruises striped the skin where ropes had bound him, holding him still as he struggled against the pleasure being sadistically forced into him.
« How do you like that? Strung out like an animal. Can't move, can you? You want to struggle? Try it! »
This thighs, hips, and butt all ached with deep pain, bruising from hits, stinging from spanks, and muscle weariness from a long night of physical exhaustion. He had a feeling he would be limping today. Again.
« Oh God, Natsu! You're burning inside. So tight. Shit, your body is amazing! »
He shivered as he thought about everything that happened last night, now all a blur, a haze of pleasure and surreal pain that faded into even deeper pleasure. The scent of candles, lube, and semen all tattled about the wildness of last night.
« Natsu! N-Natsu! Nnnnngh! »
Yet when that wildness ended, that was sometimes the sweetest part of their sexual collisions. Sure, being tied up, paddled, humiliated, forced to beg, and then fucked so hard the neighbors pounded on the walls again—all of that was fun, but what Natsu liked best was the tingling just afterwards, when the fire simmered, the nerves sizzled, and Gray collapsed on top of him, spent and sweaty, breathing raspily into his ear.
« Natsu. You … are so wonderful, so amazing. My beloved. My dragon. I … care for you … so damn much! »
Always, Gray sounded like he wanted to say those words, yet always, they trembled on his lips, only to be replaced with something else. Natsu did not care which words he used. Care, love: they were the same thing. They conveyed the same emotion. Which syllables were strung together meant nothing at all. Natsu knew Gray's feelings. He heard those unspoken words through his whole body.
When he finally rolled over in bed, Natsu saw Gray still asleep. It was such an odd thing. He had seen Gray sleeping or naked most of his life. How did it all change?
It was such bizarre chance. Life worked that way, he supposed. Things that seemed horrible, like Igneel vanishing, led to wonderful things, like finding Fairy Tail. Something as simple as a nightmare could bring him to Gray.
Life was funny like that.
The sun slowly shifted, and the yellow bar of sunlight slipped over to Gray's face, lighting up the black hair and pale skin. Gray's forehead crunched up, and slowly his eyes opened. He saw Natsu already staring at him with his head resting on the pillow, their noses almost touching, his face so close he could see the colors in his eyes. It was the sweetest view to wake up to, those incredible eyes, that sensual gaze, and the tiny smile that showed how happy his beloved Dragon Slayer was to wake up this way.
"Hey." His voice was hoarse and dry.
Natsu's fingers combed through the soft hair. "Morning, sleepy."
"You look like you just woke up yourself."
Natsu shrugged and kept playing with Gray's hair. "I figured you'd be tired from last night."
"You're the one who should be tired."
"I wasn't the one swinging that paddle."
Gray smiled as memories of the precious night played in his mind. He reached up and stroked Natsu's arms where purple lines from ropes still marked where he had been tied up. "Did you like it? Are you hurting?"
Natsu gave a meek shrug. "A little sore. You hit hard at the end."
"You didn't complain."
"I loved it," Natsu whispered, leaning over Gray and lowering his eyelids. "I like when you beat the darkness out of me." He kissed Gray, savoring the softness of those cold lips. Then he rubbed his nose against the icy nostrils. He spoke with his lips fluttering right over Gray's mouth. "I love everything you do to me." His mouth went up, and he kissed Gray on the forehead. "I feel so much better now."
"I'll keep healing you from the darkness," Gray swore. "I like to see you looking like this. I can see it in your eyes. The filth is all gone. You're pure, bright, burning … angelic." A tear came to Gray's eye, and he blinked it away quickly. "I want to heal your heart. I want to see my dragon all pure."
Natsu smiled at those heartfelt words. Gray might not be able to say I love you, but when he spoke like that, Natsu knew the emotions in Gray's heart surpassed mere love. He did not need words. Gray's actions, and the things he said in tender moments like this, exposed the truth in his soul.
"I'm not pure yet."
"I'll keep working on that."
"You better!" Natsu chuckled happily at their bantering. "Coffee?"
"Sounds good."
Natsu climbed out of bed and yanked a robe around him. It was Gray's robe, a little long on him, stripped blue and white, but he liked wrapping himself up in Gray's smell.
Slowly, stiff and sore in the shoulders, Gray went to the bathroom. He saw he left the ropes out.
When they came home from their vacation, there had been an emergency. Erza yanked them away before they could even go home and unpack. The team fought off some rampaging monster let loose by a cult who worshipped the beast. Gray had no clue what about that fight Natsu faced, but something disturbed him deeply. No one else saw it, only Gray noticed as darkness filled Natsu's heart. It was subtle, but Gray knew that the Dragon Slayer was not the same.
Last night, Gray finally had enough of his dark attitude. He had tied Natsu up and beat him with a paddle. It was not much, but it seemed to work. Natsu liked being tied up, and the punishment purged out whatever was bothering him. Gray had only a little experience with rope tying, but he was getting a lot better, more creative, remembering what Loke had taught him once about how to bind a person in a way to minimize pain and maximize pleasure. He had learned a lot of stuff while being partnered with that playboy.
He briefly wondered if Loke and Lucy were doing stuff like that. Was it Loke tying her up, making the Princess of Fairy Tail give up control and act like a slave, or was it Lucy who took charge, taming her celestial Lion?
He would not mind sitting around for drinks and swapping stories with Loke again. He was the only man Gray could really talk to about sex and kinkiness, because Gray knew that, for how perverted his actions might be, Loke had done far worse in his existence.
Gray showered, dried off, but when he looked in the mirror he saw stubble had built up. Shaving was such an annoying chore, but Gray did not like the idea of growing a beard. That was for old men. He briefly wondered if a goatee would look good. Maybe Natsu liked the feel of facial hair. Nah! He pulled out a razor and shaving cream and began the task of cutting off the stubble.
Natsu peeked inside and saw Gray with shaving foam on his face. Natsu was lucky that he did not yet need to shave yet. It looked like such a weird thing to do, not to mention annoying. He hoped that he never grew a beard!
Gray stood by the sink stark naked, and Natsu stared in fascination at the pale butt cheeks.
Gray had one damn sexy ass! All the girls in Fairy Tail thought so too—and all the girls had seen it many times—but none knew that ass the way Natsu did. He had touched it, pleasured it, even manage to be inside that ass, if only briefly. One day, he wanted to conquer that area again, claim it, ravage it!
One day…
Natsu felt a little playful, so he sneaked up while Gray was focused on the mirror. Since Natsu did not shave yet, he did not realize just how sharp a razor could be. He just wanted to spook the ice wizard a little.
"BOO!"
Gray jolted in shock, and the razor sliced into his cheek. He shouted as pain shot through his face.
"Goddammit, Natsu!"
"Sorry," he said, scratching the back of his head as he laughed playfully.
Gray quickly washed the foam off and looked into the mirror. "Ah man, I'm really bleeding!" The nick was deep and right along the jawbone. Already, it was dripping down his neck. "Shit, this better not scar. Where'd I put the peroxide?"
Natsu stared at the dark crimson drops. All playfulness melted. He came up beside Gray, mesmerized by the dripping. He growled deep in his throat, leaned up, and licked over the cut.
Gray froze. Natsu had licked his wounds before, but usually when he had the ability to cure wounds with the hormones in his lust-tainted spit. This time, the Dragon Slayer was simply licking. It stung a little, but the feel of that hot tongue on his throat and face made Gray's cheeks go red.
"N-Natsu?"
"Shh," he hushed, enraptured by the taste dripping onto his tongue. He licked up the throat, and his tongue swirled around the cut.
Gray flinched as his body began to react. "Natsu…"
The Dragon Slayer chuckled lowly and purred, "You're getting arouse." He licked again, slurping the blood up. "I can taste it," he moaned. He sucked over the wound, and Gray flinched from the pain. "I can taste your arousal in your blood. It makes it…" He licked again and smirked slyly. "…sweeter!"
"Natsu." Gray gripped the edge of the sink as he began to harden up at those seductive words and the moist heat at his throat. "S-Stop," he whispered.
Natsu pulled back with a devious gleam in his narrow eyes, but then he saw Gray shivering. Suddenly, he realized just what he had been doing, and Natsu pulled back in shock. His hand went up to his mouth as he realized the coppery taste of blood was on his lips.
"I'm sorry," he muttered in shame.
Gray slowly regained control. He looked over to the Dragon Slayer with a bit of shock. "Does … Does that make you … aroused?" he asked in amazement. He glanced down, and sure enough, Natsu had an incredible erection poking at his boxers.
Natsu looked up with shame in his eyes, but his gaze was instantly drawn to the red still dripping from the cut. "W-What? What does?"
"My blood. I mean, you're staring at it. Are you … fascinated by blood?"
Natsu stared for a few more seconds before jolting himself. He pinched his hand and turned away. "It's bad. It's … it's wrong."
"Natsu…"
"It's wrong," he said angrily. "I shouldn't…" He looked back around, and the crimson streaking down that pale throat made all logic leave his head. He realized a shocking truth. "I … am," he whispered, slowly leaning toward it, wanting that blood, wanting to taste it again. "I wanna lick it up."
"Go ahead." Gray was mildly amused by the intensity in those eyes.
Natsu jolted back. "No! I … I can't. It's wrong."
"Who told you it's wrong?"
Natsu's eyes went wide, but then he scowled as he looked away. He pinched himself again, and Gray saw it was to the same spot on his hand.
"I'm giving you permission," Gray urged. He wanted to see that expression more, to hear Natsu's low growls and feel that tongue licking him. "Go on," he whispered, but Natsu still would not look at him. "Come on, it's just dripping. Lick it up."
"N-No. No!" Natsu turned away, hunched over, and hugged his arms, angry at himself for doing that.
"Natsu?" Gray saw him once again pinching himself. "Stop that! Hey, what's going on? If you like something, do it."
"No!" Natsu snapped, finally glaring around, but his eyes were instantly drawn to the bleeding cut. "No," he sighed in anguish. "Because, I do like it," he whimpered guiltily. "I'll want to see you bleed more, and … and that's wrong."
Gray scoffed. Yet another issue to handle, it seemed. "Natsu, it's not like you're going to stab me in my sleep—"
"I could!" Natsu shouted. Instantly, he jolted back at his own outburst. "N-No … no, I wouldn't do that, but … wanting to see people bleed … it's … it's crazy. It's wrong."
"Natsu, stop saying it's wrong."
The Dragon Slayer stared down at the pink spot on his hand where he kept pinching himself. "But … that's what they always told me. It's wrong. I … I sh-shouldn't … want to see blood. It's … bad," he whispered with a shiver.
"Natsu," Gray sighed, putting a hand on the trembling, muscular arm.
Natsu looked up at the tender touch, but his eyes were once again drawn straight to the blood. He growled softly, "But I want it!"
He bolted forward, pressed Gray up against the sink, and licked up his neck, lapping again and again to get all the blood.
"I like to taste it," he shuddered with a pained face. He licked again, and suddenly he felt tears in his eyes. He yanked away and stumbled back until he crashed into the bathroom wall. "But it's wrong!" he shouted. He reached down and pinched his hand so hard, Gray thought for sure he would bleed.
"Natsu, stop pinching yourself like that." He grabbed his hand away, brought it up to his lips, and kissed the inflamed area Natsu kept pinching. "Between us, it isn't wrong. I don't want you to lick anyone else's blood, but it's okay if it's mine. You've licked my blood before. I know you like to do that sort of thing."
"But I could hurt you."
"You're not going to hurt me. I trust you, Natsu." He kissed his hand again, right over that swollen spot. "I trust you. Now, it's just a little nick, it's going to stop bleeding soon anyway. Go ahead."
Natsu warily gazed at the cut. "C-C-Can I really?"
"Yeah. Come here." Gray pulled Natsu into a tight embrace, wrapping his arms around that fiery body. "I want you to lick my neck. Lick up all the blood. Don't bite me, but lick it up."
"Is … Is it really okay?" Natsu asked worriedly.
Gray rolled his eyes. "I'm giving you fucking permission. Do it!"
Natsu hesitated only a few seconds before attacking that neck, licking all that had dripped, and then sucking slightly on the wound to taste more. Gray knew he would have a hellish hickey, and right on his face of all places. At least with the cut there too, he could say he got punched and no one would question the bruising along with the nick. Then he felt Natsu thrust against him, and that massive hardness poked right into his thigh, slid up, and rubbed against his own naked groin, making him react. Gray's cock rose to greet that hot member, and he let Natsu frot up against him.
"Oh God," he moaned in pleasure. He loved it when Natsu was aggressive, perhaps because it rarely happened. "You're so aroused."
"It's wrong…"
"Shut up."
What a complicated boyfriend! Gray reached down and yanked Natsu's boxers until they fell to his feet. Then he grabbed that hot arousal. Natsu groaned and thrust harder into the chilly fingers.
"Feel my hand," Gray whispered seductively. "I want this, Natsu. I want you to lick my blood while I stroke you off." He thrust his fingers down and slowly slid up, feeling Natsu tremble at the touch. "So lick the blood, and let me touch you."
Natsu whimpered. All of his senses could experience Gray's arousal: the feel of that hard cock, the taste in his blood, the smell of hormones surging, the sound of Gray's groaning, and the flushed look in that face that was quickly becoming overwhelmed. Natsu licked more, then whimpered as he felt like he should pull away, but his instincts did not want to.
"You're getting more aroused," Natsu moaned.
"Can you taste it?"
"Yes," he hissed, licking the blood.
"Does it taste good?"
Natsu panted heavily, and his eyes narrowed. He glared into Gray's face. Half snarling and half shuddering, he growled, "Yes!"
Gray's eyes opened wide with a brief moment of fear. Natsu sounded animal-like, beastly, like some feral creature out to slaughter him. It was terrifying … and insanely arousing.
Natsu saw that brief fear in the eyes of his lover, and he pulled away with a shout. He stumbled over his dropped boxers and collapsed onto the toilet.
"No! No, no, no." He pinched his hand again, but he was shivering too hard to hurt himself more. "It's too much. It's … too much," he shuddered. "I like it … too much."
Gray moaned. Why couldn't they just have one moment of kinkiness without the mental drama? Then again, he was dealing with someone who had serious issues and not a lot of experience. Natsu was figuring this all out for the first time. Even something that was obvious to Gray was probably new and terrifying to the poor guy who had been a virgin just a few months ago.
"Natsu, you have a blood fetish," he explained simply.
Those green eyes gawked up in terror. "A what?" he screamed.
Gray walked over and knelt beside him. "It's okay. You have a fetish for blood. It makes you aroused."
"It's bad," he protested frantically.
"No, it's not. Well, it'd be bad if you hurt people without their consent. That's bad. But blood fetishes are kinda normal."
Natsu looked almost like panicking. "They are?" He shook his head. "But … but they always told me that wanting to see blood … it's wrong, and it's from that time, and … a-and I don't want to hurt anyone … not like back then. I don't…" Natsu yanked at his hair, leaning over as he fought with a darkness of his past. "God, I can see it!" he screamed.
Gray soothingly rubbed Natsu's leg, gazing up sadly into that tormented face. "Tell me what you see."
Natsu shook his head at first, wishing the sight would go away. "I was … d-dancing in blood. So much blood. Everywhere. Rain … and blood. The rain makes the blood spread out … everywhere. All over the floor. It's wet, slippery. Dancing … and sliding across the floor, like it's a game. I'm laughing. Laughing as I dance. I'm crazy and laughing and dancing in blood. And tasting it. Tasting blood … licking my fingers. Covered in blood. No! I don't … I don't want to remember!" he screamed, ripping at his hair.
Gray hugged him closely, and he felt the hot body shivering with emotions that Natsu tried so hard to bottle down. "That was in the past," he said softly. "It was in the past."
"No! They're coming! They're going to come here! I have to … to kill them too. Before they get me. Before they take me. I have to! I have to kill them all!"
Gray suddenly grabbed Natsu's feet and frozen them. The Dragon Slayer shouted at the pain of the ice.
"What the hell, you … ice … bast- … Gray?" he asked in confusion.
Gray stared cautiously at those bewildered eyes. "Are you back with me?"
Natsu looked around. The dark building was gone. There was no rain, no blood. He knew this room. Gray's bathroom. He was with Gray. The darkness and blood were only a memory.
"What just happened?" Natsu whispered in fear.
"Flashback, I think. Dissociation. I read up about it. The article said to try and ground a person in the present using smells, music, or ice. Obviously, ice is easiest for me."
"Oh. S-Sorry," he said awkwardly, feeling ashamed that it happened right in front of Gray. "I'm okay now. I just don't … I don't wanna be … c-crazy. Like back then."
"You're not crazy. You're Natsu Dragneel, a destructive pyromaniac who has no clue how to hold back his own strength. You're an idiot, but you're not crazy."
Natsu nodded, trying to stay in the moment. When he looked up, his eyes were instantly drawn to the cut on Gray's face. It had dried already, blood congealed into a scab. "The blood," he whispered. "They said it was wrong. Liking blood is bad. It's from when I was crazy."
"It's not bad. I don't mind you licking my blood, Natsu, but if it's going to cause a problem, we need to work through this."
Natsu shook his head. "I don't want to hurt you. I … I'm scared that I'll hurt you."
Gray smiled comfortingly. "An idiot like you couldn't hurt me."
"But I'll want more blood."
"I have a lot to spare," Gray said flippantly.
Natsu shook his head. "No. It's bad."
"It's not bad. It's a fetish. I know better than anyone how fetishes work. People who don't have the fetish might think it's weird, disgusting, even immoral, but if it gives you pleasure, then I want to explore this." Gray stroked his hand up Natsu's thigh and said in a low, sensual voice, "Tell me what you want. Don't worry about if it's right or wrong. I just want to know. I wanna know your desires."
Natsu gazed up. He knew what his desires had been for a while, but he had hidden them, fearing them. "I wanna … taste your blood. I like the taste. I always want more. More of your blood, especially when you're aroused. It's so sweet, so good. I … I want to … lick it and … and see you covered in it."
"Covered in blood?" Gray cautiously asked. This was definitely getting intense.
Natsu pictured Gray covered in red shininess, blood dripping all over his body. It was erotic to imagine. He had seen Gray badly beaten up many times in their battles. He always looked so bad-ass, so worn out, so helpless, so weak … so tasty.
"Yes," he whispered lustfully, enraptured by the thought. "Your blood. Licking it. Covered … in … No!" he screamed, flinching hard. "It's really bad."
Gray realized just from Natsu's words and actions, this was a deeply rooted problem; however, the lust in his squinty eyes when he let himself succumb made Gray's thoughts go dry. Damn! Natsu looked intensely aroused and sexy when he fantasized like that.
"Well, I don't want to be covered in blood," Gray reasoned. "Not my own, at least. I could … I could let you … you know, scratch me and bite me…"
"You don't want permanent marks on you," Natsu said sternly. "You said that at the very beginning."
"Well, if you do that dragon lust spit thing, it clears it all up. The only scar I have is from when you bit me while I was sick, but it's hardly even visible now."
Natsu shrank down and began to curl in on himself. "Gray, I … I don't know."
"Is this something you don't want?"
"I do want it. I'm just … I was always told that it's wrong."
"A blood fetish is not evil, no more than a fetish for ice or fetish for pissing." Gray tried to think how to help Natsu out with what was obviously an intense fetish. "Does it have to be my blood?"
He looked up in confusion. "Huh?"
"What if we go to a meat slaughtering house and get some of their leftover blood? You could cover me in that."
Natsu sneered. "In animal blood?"
Gray shrugged. "It's something we could try."
"N-No … no, I don't want animal blood. I want your blood. It's something that's inside you—your blood—and blood is life, so licking up your blood is taking in a bit of your life. I don't know if that makes sense or just sounds crazy, but … animal blood? No! That wouldn't do anything. It'd probably gross me out."
Gray rubbed his chin as he considered other alternatives. "What about your own blood?"
"Mine?"
"What if you taste your own blood? I'm not saying to bleed all over me, but I can't easily cover myself in blood, and you're scared of me bleeding too much, so maybe we could … um … combine the blood? I don't know," he laughed awkwardly. "I'm trying to think here."
Natsu jolted. "Combine our blood?" he asked sharply.
Gray shrugged. "A little from me, a little from you, enough to cover me without me bleeding to death. Maybe we could work with that."
Natsu repeated louder. "Combine our blood?"
Gray wondered if this was a problem. "Is that bad?"
"No! No, that's…" Natsu's eyes went wild with fascination, and he laughed in a shudder of dark arousal. "That sounds … really…" He was speechless at the thought of it.
Gray smirked in amusement. "You like that idea."
"Yeah," he whispered in euphoria. "C-Combining … our blood." He laughed again, barely holding back his giddiness. He licked his lips, imagining it so intensely, he could almost taste it. His blood … and Gray's blood … mixed together!
"Wow, Natsu, I don't think I've ever seen that face on you before," Gray stated. "You look really turned on."
He felt that way too. Any loss in arousal from his moment of angst sprang right back up with the thought of mixing his blood with Gray's own sweetly aroused blood.
"Is it sick?" Natsu asked worriedly.
"It's … shocking, but not sick."
Gray and Natsu sat silently for a moment as they both let this revelation sink in. Neither could look the other in the face, and it was so quiet in the house, they could hear the coffee percolating in the kitchen.
"So," Gray muttered, "you like the taste of my blood, huh?"
"Yeah," Natsu whispered, slightly ashamed but still being honest. "It tastes really good."
Gray gulped thickly, and then offered, "Do you want more?"
Natsu gazed at the cut on Gray's jaw. "It stopped bleeding already, and I don't want to hurt you."
He said that, but he actually wanted it. He wanted to see Gray bleeding, taste his blood, lick it, drink it, play with it as the blood flowed out of his body, draw pictures in blood, and write his name on that icy body with Gray's own blood. He sighed as he tried to put it out of his mind. He could not think like that. Wanting blood was one thing. Wanting to hurt Gray was quite another.
Timidly, Natsu asked, "If you ever get hurt and you're bleeding, can I … can I lick it up?"
Gray tenderly stroked the pink hair to calm his uncertainties. "Sure. Although, that's going to be awkward as hell if we're in the middle of a fight."
Natsu laughed at that, and Gray thought his laughter sounded so much better than all the self-deprecating worries. "No, obviously not then, but maybe after the fight?" He stroked up Gray's arm, tingling the ice wizard's skin with the heat of his fingertips. "I could tend to you," he breathed lustfully. "Lick up your cuts…" He stroked beside the nick on Gray's jaw, not touching the fresh scab, but close enough to make the ice wizard flinch from the pain. "…and lick your blood," he whispered, gazing heatedly into those droopy eyes. "Or if I'm also hurt in the fight, I could bleed onto you. A little of my blood…" He gazed up and down the ice wizard's sculpted body. "…and a little of your blood. Lick it up. Together. Both tastes in my mouth. The blood that is life—yours and mine—our lives mixed together. Your fluid, your blood, the liquid of your life. Not the sperm of a future generation, but your life. This life. This body." His hands ran up Gray's chest and rested over his frantically beating heart. "Blood that has been in your heart. Drinking in your soul. Having it inside me, mixed with my own. Our blood together. Our souls together. Making you a part of me. Joining your soul to mine."
Gray felt his heart racing so fast, he could only whisper, "Oh God, Natsu."
He jolted in a panic. "Bad?"
"No. You make it sound really damn hot. Almost … spiritual." Gray raised to his feet and walked aside, thinking over the tumultuous emotions bubbling inside him. "Blood play. A blood fetish. It's something I've never considered before, something I thought I would never like, but … you make it sound erotic."
"Do you want to try it?" Natsu leaned forward slightly, and those narrow eyes gleamed hungrily. "Do you want me to lick your blood? Can I taste it? Suck it? Swallow it?" His tongue ran across his upper lip like a hungry animal ready to pounce.
A shiver trembled through Gray's nerves. "God, yes," he whispered breathlessly.
Natsu chuckled to himself playfully.
"What's so funny?" Gray asked defensively.
"Not much, just…" He practically sang as a taunt, "I have a kink you don't."
Gray smiled at the teasing tone. "You have others I don't, like your feet."
"But you're always into this weird stuff, and now it's me." He leaped to his feet and came up behind Gray, wrapping his arms around the muscular torso and gazing at both of them in the mirror over the sink. "I'm the pervy one this time." He laughed at the idea of it, but then froze with worry. "Is that okay?"
"Definitely. It's not that much different from me liking omorashi. I mean, bleeding is different from pissing; that's something you do a few times a day. With blood play, we'd have to watch out and be cautious about germs. I don't think your mouth is the most sanitary thing."
"But I wanna lick it," Natsu protested with a pout as he hung onto Gray's back.
"I know. I just mean that it's something we have to approach carefully. But … I want to try it. You've put up with my kinks all this time. I really want to try your kink. I want to see if I like it. So far, I think I probably will." He looked at Natsu's reflection, then glanced in the mirror at his own face and the scab over the cut. "Lick my neck some more."
"But it scabbed over already."
"That's okay. I wanna … wanna see you like that. I wanna touch you off while you lick my blood."
Natsu gasped at the overwhelming desire to taste him once more. He looked at Gray's jaw again. "Can I get that scab off … with my teeth?"
That sounded really erotic, and Gray shuddered, knowing that this time, it would involve pain for himself. "Y-Yeah. Just be careful."
"I will."
Natsu leaned up, bared his teeth, and scraped over the cut. It did not take much to break the fragile scab. Still, the sharpness against his already swollen and painful skin made Gray hiss.
"It's bleeding again," Natsu whispered in awe. He leaned forward and licked the tiny droplet forming on the scab. "I'm sorry about this."
"Don't be sorry," Gray moaned. "Just be aroused. That's what I want. I want for you to be rock hard."
Natsu moaned, and he nipped the scab harder just to get more blood to come. "You're aroused too. I can taste it."
"Definitely, I am!" Gray groaned. "I'm gonna touch you again. Don't pull away."
Gray reached down and grasped Natsu's erection. He stroked it hard, and the Dragon Slayer tensed up. His nails scraped into Gray's back, but not hard enough to cut into the skin.
Panting, Natsu warned, "You'll need to handcuff me."
"Hands behind your back, right now. I'll freeze them."
Natsu hurriedly put his wrists together in the small of his back, and Gray grabbed them, frosting the hands in a thick layer of ice. Then he glared sharply.
"Don't … kick … me!" he said slowly and sternly.
"I won't. I'm standing, so I'm pretty sure I won't kick. Hopefully."
"I'll knee you in the balls if you attack me."
Natsu laughed at the threat, but he really hoped his instincts did not mess this up.
"More," Gray whispered in a low moan. "Lick me more."
Encouraged, Natsu latched himself onto the cut. He wanted more. More blood. A bigger wound to lick. More blood. More!
"Can I bite you?" he whispered into Gray's ear.
The ice wizard trembled. "Y-Yeah, but lower, not on my face."
"Right here, where I normally do it." He licked where the neck met the shoulder.
Gray quivered at the lick and the expectation of getting bit. "Yeah. There is okay."
Natsu gave no warning at all. He snapped down onto Gray's neck, piercing into the skin. Gray shouted, but Natsu slammed him hard against the wall, keeping him immobile despite having his hands bound behind him. Gray wanted to pull away, but then he felt that hot tongue on him. He heard Natsu slurping and groaning sensually from the taste. He did not move while Natsu drank his blood.
His blood … his soul … entering Natsu's body…
Damn that Dragon Slayer, but now Gray thought this was erotic as hell!
"Touch me, Gray," Natsu begged. "Please, touch me."
When Gray managed to move despite the pain, he found Natsu was completely rock hard and hotter than he had ever felt before. He gripped around that thick shaft and stroked him.
"Yesss! Like that," Natsu shuddered. He sucked on the wound hard, and Gray cried out in pain. "Don't stop touching me," he ordered with a beastly growl.
"Natsu?" Gray asked, wondering about this drastic change.
"I'm serious. I'm gonna—nnngh—need to finish, so I can heal this."
"O-Okay … okay," Gray panted, stroking faster despite the pain.
Natsu groaned and licked the wound more. "I love your blood," he hummed in gustatory delight. "Tastes—slurrrp—amazing! Oooh, Gray," he groaned as the stroking of those cold fingers began to win over him. "Like it. Want it. Want … more!"
Natsu suddenly attacked another area of Gray's neck, stabbing his sharp teeth in. This time, Gray screamed and cursed. He was ready to kick Natsu away, but the Dragon Slayer stepped on top of his feet, pinning them down, and his body crushed up against Gray's chest.
"Shit! N-Natsu! Owww!"
He tried to breathe through the pain, but something felt … wrong. Really wrong. The other bite had bled some, but this one gushed out. Gray felt the blood dripping down his neck, streaming both to his chest and some going down his spine. He could smell the metallic scent of blood in the air, and he felt the warm moistness dripping over him.
"Oh God, I think you hit an artery," he warned.
"Mm-hmm," the Dragon Slayer whimpered, lavishing the copious blood, rubbing his body against the bloodied chest. He wanted to play with it, touch it, run his fingers through this red stream flowing out. His tongue stabbed into the gushing pierced holes.
"N-Natsu!" Gray cried out in agony. "Okay, seriously, that hurts."
Natsu chuckled so low, so menacingly, it terrified Gray. The Dragon Slayer pulled back, blood on his lips and chin, and even some on his nose. He gazed with lust-hazed eyes.
"Safewords, Gray," he taunted.
Safewords? "What is this? Role reversal? With me?" He wanted to laugh, but Gray began to feel the effects. He was getting dizzy and numb. This needed to end soon, or it would be bad. If it ended badly, Natsu would blame himself, and he would be more messed up than before. Gray did not want that. He wanted Natsu to have his fun in this game of blood play. "You better come soon, bastard," he moaned as the numbness spread through his body. "Come … soon!"
Natsu tasted so much blood. Nothing but blood. Aroused blood. Sweet. Wonderful. Gray's!
"G-Gray … almost … there. Almost…"
He stopped licking the blood as his body tensed up. He cried out as the pleasure erupted from him. His orgasm felt more amazing than any other he had yet experienced. He gazed down as the semen splashed onto Gray's torso, right onto his blood. It dripped, white and thick, red and runny. The two colors blended and mixed.
His semen … and Gray's blood.
So much blood.
Way the hell too much blood!
"Oh my God! Gray!" Horror swept over Natsu as his senses returned and he realized just what he had done.
"Na-…" Gray's eyes rolled back, and he began to go limp.
"Gray! Release me. The ice. Release it now!"
The binding behind him shattered, and Natsu immediately grabbed Gray into his arms. Natsu helped the nearly-unconscious wizard down to the floor, letting him crumble to the ground. There was blood all over Gray's neck, his torso, dripping down his legs, and a small puddle on the floor. Natsu had been so wrapped up in the moment, he did not at all realize how much Gray had bled.
"Oh God! Gray?" he called out. "I'm so sorry. Oh my God, I'm sorry." Natsu suddenly grabbed Gray and hoisted him to a sitting position. "I'll heal it."
He licked frantically at the cuts. The nick on the jaw needed almost nothing at all. The first bite marks were small, and they healed after a few seconds. The other bite, though, was bad. Natsu kept licking it, lathing the wound, praying it would close up.
Gray drifted in and out of consciousness. He felt the licking, a tingle as the skin healed, and he heard Natsu's frantic whispers of "I'm sorry, please forgive me, please be okay, Gray."
He wanted to assure Natsu he was fine, except he could barely feel his tongue.
"Okay, the bleeding stopped." Natsu looked around again at the gruesome mess. "Dammit! This is what I was afraid of." Half of Gray's body was crimson wet, and the floor was bloodied over. His trembling hands, his chest, his whole body had Gray's blood smeared around.
"It's … fine," Gray said in a slurred voice as his tongue could barely feel how to move. "Maybe I should be … sitting down … when you do that." He slumped back again and slid to the floor.
"Gray!"
"It's okay," he panted. "Just … dizzy." He gazed up and saw the horror in Natsu's eyes. "Come on. Don't let it go to waste. You better lick up all of this blood."
"Gray?" Natsu asked, panicking with worry for him.
"G- … 'head … go ahead," he muttered through labored breaths. "An' if I pass out, just keep licking. But don't bite me … anymore."
Gray slumped down and did not move.
"Gray?" He feared the worst, and he screamed in horror. "Graaaaay!" Trembling, he felt Gray's throat. The pulse was right where he had bitten, right over the carotid artery. Thankfully, it was still going strong. Gray was alive, just unconscious. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. And I'm sorry…" he whispered in shame, "…that I like it."
He licked the bloody throat, slowly working down, slurping the crimson serpentine lines that trailed down Gray's pale body. Natsu savored the taste. So much blood! Gray covered in blood!
As he gave in to the bloodlust, Natsu whispered in regret, "I'm so sorry."
Gray felt softness under him and a fluffy pillow. He moaned and slowly opened his eyes.
"Natsu?"
"I'm right here," came an immediate voice. "I'm so glad you finally woke up."
Finally? It had been early morning. He felt like it was late, and he still had not eaten that day. "What happened?"
"You passed out. I'm sorry."
"Huh? Oh. You bit me."
"I'm sorry."
"No," he laughed. "I feel fine, just … dizzy."
"You lost a lot of blood."
Gray remembered now. He recalled the feel of hot liquid dripping over his body and Natsu's hungry snarls as he lapped up the blood. "Did you drink it?"
"I…" Natsu turned away in shame. "I made sure to heal the wounds completely, but the bite will have a bad bruise. I couldn't fix that problem."
"Answer me: did you drink my blood?"
Natsu dropped his head, and Gray saw he was pinching that spot on his hand again. Was it some psychological trigger, pain to make him not want something he actually craved?
"Did you?" Gray whispered.
Reluctantly, Natsu glanced over his shoulder to Gray. "Yes," he answered fearfully. "I'm sorry."
"No. You drank it, so that's good. I like the idea," he laughed softly, "weird as it is. I like the idea that you were drinking my blood, but … maybe not a major artery next time."
"Yeah," he muttered. "I didn't mean to hit that. Well, maybe I did subconsciously, but it wasn't like I wanted to almost kill you. You know I wouldn't do that."
"I know that, idiot," Gray whispered weakly. "I'm okay."
"You might want to rest for a day. You lost … a lot of blood." He gulped hard in regret.
Gray stroked his hand through the pink hair. "You got your wish. You got to see me covered in blood. Did you like seeing me like that?"
He hesitated again before confessing, "Yeah. I feel bad but … yeah!" he shuddered in a beastly growl. "You looked really delicious."
Gray smiled sleepily with satisfaction. "I'd be willing to do that again."
"But you got hurt," Natsu protested.
"It's fine. I'm a little worn out, but I'm not dead. You can heal me. Although it would be bad if I passed out before you came, and then I wouldn't be able to jerk you off, and you have an issue with touching yourself. That would be bad."
"Then we won't do this until … until I'm stronger," Natsu said firmly. "That way if something like that happens, I can take care of myself."
"You, jerking yourself off?"
"Well, I'd need to be able to, so I can care for you."
Gray smiled and leaned back on the pillow, daydreaming. "I want to see that someday. I want to see you touch yourself."
His eyes were closed, so Gray did not see the look of sheer terror on Natsu's face.
"Wanna see how you get yourself off…"
"Gray, no," Natsu whispered in warning, something horrifying brewing behind his eyes.
"That'd be nice…" His voice faded out, and his face went limp.
"Gr-Gray?" The fear vanished, and a different dread entered Natsu's face. "Gray!"
"Just resting," he mumbled. "I probably need some protein." Gray smirked to himself, then peeked an eye open to look at the Dragon Slayer. "I'm going to punish you."
Natsu felt a thrill spike through him. "Punish me?" For something like this, how would Gray punish him? Spank him? Beat him with the paddle again? Maybe the riding crop? Torture him slowly in some erotic way?
"Not like that, idiot! You're going to take me out to a steak dinner so I can get my blood count back up. I'm going to eat a lot of meat."
Natsu laughed at Gray's boasting. "Fair enough," he decided. "But I think I've had enough protein." Natsu hesitated, looking at Gray's prone body. He really had lost too much blood. His skin felt colder, if that was possible, and he looked paler. "I did like licking your blood, but I'm really sorry you got hurt because of me."
"Well, that's part of it, right?" Gray reasoned rationally. "I like hitting you. Sometimes I'm sorry you get hurt, but it's what I like, and so long as you like it too, it's fine. I like to see your skin turn pink, and you like to see my skin drip red."
"Yeah, but I feel bad."
Gray pouted, realizing they needed to work through the issue of guilt after BDSM. "Let me tell you what I've learned from having a fetish that hurts others. The other person really does need to give consent. When I want to do something with you, I'm constantly talking to you, asking if you're okay, if it's fine, right?"
"Yeah, it gets annoying."
"I'm being thorough. So long as you keep asking if I'm okay, it's fine."
"But you weren't okay," he shouted. "You passed out."
"That was our first time. We're bound to make mistakes. How many times have you freaked out because of something I did? I feel horrible when that happens, but we work things out. Then the next time, it's better. This was just our first time, and we made a miscalculation. Still, it worked out. I feel buzzed and amazing, worn out but like I'm drifting on clouds. I can only imagine that this is how you feel after I've punished you. It feels pretty good, like I'm on a high. So, it's fine," he assured. "Just make sure you keep asking me. And don't lick anyone else's blood," he added sharply.
Natsu smiled tenderly, leaned over, and kissed Gray. "I don't want to taste anyone else. Only you."
"Good! I don't want you to crave anyone else's blood. Only mine."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes, definitely no one else."
"I mean, are you sure that licking your blood is okay?"
Gray saw him pinching that part of his hand again, and he grabbed the pinching fingers. "Stop doing that. Whatever you're doing by pinching yourself, stop it."
Natsu fisted up his hands and looked away. "I was told for months that seeing people bleeding and enjoying it … is a bad thing."
That was the problem this past mission. One of the people Natsu fought had ended up doing something stupid that backfired and injured them badly. They had bled all over Natsu as he carried the enemy back to the team. He had a moment of wild enjoyment in seeing himself covered in blood, in feeling that sticky warmth flow over him, and the smell of blood all around him. That was the darkness that had haunted him last night. Now the same darkness was here, hovering around Gray.
"Is liking blood insane?" he asked quietly.
"No!"
"But I like the taste of blood because of that time. I know that back then, when I drank that man's blood, I was insane. I tasted his blood, and I liked the taste, how sweet it was. I remember clearly how much I loved seeing all the blood and tasting it."
"Natsu, you might have liked it before then and just never knew. You were a kid, for crying out loud. It's not like you can figure out all of your fetishes at that age. More than likely, it's a fetish you already had. You just hadn't had an opportunity to figure it out yet. It's not like you went around licking people's blood all the time."
Natsu's face lit up. "Does it work that way?" he asked with desperation, clinging to the hope that maybe this was not a piece of his screwed up past.
"Well, I don't know," Gray admitted. "I doubt you want to talk to a psychiatrist about this. So let's just say it works that way. For you at least, and we're all different. You probably already had a blood fetish, and you didn't discover it until tasting that man's blood. That's a hell of a moment to discover it, which of course would make you worried, but a person doesn't just suddenly form a fetish. It usually resides deep within our subconscious."
"Really?" he asked with hope. It made sense when Gray put it that way.
"So don't think this is bad. Don't think this is because of that time. You simply like the taste of blood, and that's not as weird as you might think. Some people have blood fetishes. It's normal."
Normal. That was a word he rarely heard from psychiatrists. It was a lifeline out of darkness.
Years of dread and disgust suddenly lifted off his shoulders. Gray was a better psychiatrist than all those doctors he had been sent to as a child, people who scolded him that his cravings were wrong, attributed everything to trauma caused by that man, and told Natsu to pinch himself whenever he wanted blood. The pinch would remind him of pain, that bleeding was painful to the person, thus it was something Natsu should not like.
He decided right there, he would never pinch his hand like that again. He probably liked blood long before the day he flipped out. It was part of who he was. It was normal. Just a blood fetish. It was not wrong if Gray liked it too, just like how wanting to be tied up and beaten were not wrong so long as it was consensual. It was just the way he was.
"Normal," he said as he felt brightness in his heart once more. "Not from him. It's … just me. Who I am."
"Right." Gray smiled, glad to see those eyes shine again. "It's normal. I bet I could take you to the sex shop and they'd have a book on this stuff. In fact, I should go there and buy one, read up on blood fetishes, so I know what to do next time."
Natsu gawked. "They have books on this stuff?"
"Yeah. How else are you supposed to learn about things?"
"Books?" Natsu cried out, shocked at the idea that anyone would write about sex.
"More like instruction manuals," Gray shrugged.
"Do they have a book on how to make people piss their pants?"
"Of course."
Natsu laughed and flopped back into the bed. "I can't believe that!"
"Well, I'm glad you're laughing…"
"Because it's stupid."
"It's not stupid. You gotta learn it somehow, and there's a lot of stuff I've studied, a lot of stuff I want to try. Now this … this is something you want to try. It's something you like. We'll try it again. We'll do it more delicately," he pointed out with a laugh to acknowledge that they really screwed up this time. "I like watching you get aroused because of me, and it's a good role reversal. You're damn sexy when you're aggressive," Gray purred, curling up into Natsu's chest. "I get chills when you go wild on me. That was … so arousing!" he hissed. "I want to see it again, see my blood drive you crazy, and hear you growling as you lick it. That was so damn hot!"
Natsu smiled happily that his little fetish was something that could arouse Gray too. "Are you sure you're not disgusted?" he asked timidly. "I mean, what I did in the past, it makes me vomit sometimes when I remember it. I hate dreaming about it. I don't have many memories from when I went insane, just can't remember it at all, but sometimes I get flashes of what I did and … and it was so wrong, so disgusting, so…"
Gray bopped him on the nose to get him to shut up. "You were a kid, and that asshole messed you up. Anything you might have done doesn't count. When you're in that type of situation, it does not count. Look, you did…" He swallowed hard. Picturing it in his head was almost impossible. Natsu had murdered someone! "You did something really horrible, but that wasn't you. That was a boy driven to insanity, a boy who has worked his ass off to get out of that darkness. Makarov forgave you, right? You said Gildarts was there the day they rescued you, so he saw … what you did. Still, he forgave you."
"Partly," Natsu mumbled petulantly.
Gray looked over in surprise. "What do you mean, partly?"
"The old man didn't forgive me completely, and Gildarts said he would forgive me fully if I made S-Class."
"What?" Then something dawned on Gray. Makarov had warn Gray that he could not fully forgive Natsu for what happened back then. This was likely tied to whatever issue Natsu had experienced. He wanted to ask, but with Natsu just recovering from his horror, Gray decided to let the matter go for now. Then another memory surge, one to do with Gildarts. "Is that why you suddenly became more aggressive after Gildarts left? I always wondered about that."
"Huh?"
"There was a time when you were … well, we were told you were sick, so that was probably this bad time … and when you came back, you were … passive! Then Gildarts left and you were back again, the old you. I always figured he must have said something to you."
"Yeah, he said I had gotten better, but he could still sense that I had darkness in my heart, and he would fully forgive me when I made S-Class. That's why I feel like I gotta train hard and make it. It'll clear up everything in the past."
Gray rolled over on top of Natsu and gazed down seriously at him. "Being a strong wizard doesn't mean you have a strong heart. Your heart," he said, placing a hand over Natsu's chest, "has a lot of strength to it. I think you've really come out of that darkness, and even if there's more to this…"
Just by those words, Natsu's eyes widened in dread.
"…I'm going to help you get better." He could definitely see now, Natsu was in no condition to talk about that painful past right at this moment. "We'll work together, okay? I'm gonna bring you out of the dark. Then Gildarts will completely forgive you, just as I've forgiven you."
"Are you sure?" Natsu frowned. "Even though I did all that?"
"Yes." Gray smiled, and he kissed Natsu's forehead. "I know that was a little boy driven to insanity. That wasn't Natsu Dragneel. That wasn't the man I care for, this man, right here in my arms. You are not the sort of person who would do that. So I can forgive you. All the craziness, I can forgive."
"Okay," Natsu sighed, feeling emotionally drained.
"Good. Now come on. You owe me a steak dinner, and I haven't even eaten breakfast. I want steak and eggs."
"Can't I cuddle?"
"No! I'm hungry!"
Natsu laughed and complained playfully as he pushed himself out of bed. "Fiiiiiine, but I demand cuddles tonight."
"As long as you feed me."
"What if I feed you another type of protein?"
Gray glanced to Natsu's boxers, and then he smirked up at the horny boy. "Idiot. That is dessert!"
End of Chapter 39

A/N: Gray using ice to pull Natsu out of a flashback is an actual recommended technique for people with PTSD and dissociation. It's called "grounding techniques," ways to get out of the flashback and back into the present by focusing on one of the senses: loud music, a strong scent, biting into a lemon, holding a piece of ice, etc. Gray is a good boyfriend for doing his research to help Natsu with these flashbacks.

http://ptsd.about.com/od/selfhelp/a/flashcoping.htm
As for a blood fetish, it's called Hematolagnia, and it's a common sexual fetish. (No, Natsu is NOT secretly a vampire!)
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