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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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A/N: That omake is NOT part of the regular story. It's precisely what it is: an omake. Just me having fun while I suffered through writer's block. An anonymous asked me, since I'm over 40 chapters now, just how LONG will this story be? "As long as it needs to be" is my standard answer. Somewhere over 70 chapters, so far.
Thanks to Celebration Of Power for their info on bloodplay: http://celebrationofpower.net/blood.htm
Kinks: human dessert, sounding, and snowballing. Yes, these are real kinks!
This chapter is based on Nekoyasha12's fan art drawn specifically for FMBM … basically, a bribe to write this "yummy" scene.

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Chapter 41

Human Dessert

It took a few days for Gray to fully recover his strength. A few people questioned why Gray stayed away from the guild, but Natsu just said he was feeling 'under the weather.' No one questioned it any deeper.
After that day, Natsu did not bite Gray. Even during sex, he never used his teeth. Although he held himself back, he noticed something that deeply troubled him. Gray kept jolting whenever Natsu nuzzled his neck or caught him by surprise from behind. Not only that, but he smelled fear at the end of sex, when normally Natsu bit him.
He worried about this. Why would Gray be so jumpy? Did something happen on a mission? Was it deeper? Was it … him?
Natsu decided to test this. He was over at Gray's house. They planned to have lunch together, and they were hinting all morning about some special fun that evening. Gray was in the bathroom. He always left the door open, an invitation to watch that sometimes Natsu accepted, but often he did not. Watching Gray pee was still weird, not something he particularly found erotic, but he would do it if Gray asked.
This time, he went with Gray. He smelled the excitement and nervousness Gray always had when Natsu watched like this. It was hard for him to urinate, trying to stay soft yet wanting to get hard. The struggle was part of the fun, he had explained.
Natsu did not really watch. Just standing by the door was usually enough. When Gray finished and zipped back up, Natsu heard a satisfied sigh. He thought Gray's kink was weird, but it was easy to please him. Gray glanced back to the door with hope in his eyes. He was always just a little afraid that this repulsed Natsu. He knew it was not a kink the Dragon Slayer had, he was happy enough that Natsu humored him from time to time, but he still feared that it would be what drove them apart. Instead, as usual, Natsu had a small smile. There was no arousal tinting his cheeks, but he looked happy to be there. That alone was a relief.
"Do you … um … need to go?" Gray really wanted to watch Natsu piss, but the Dragon Slayer shook his head. Gray dropped his gaze and nodded. He supposed it was still weird. Maybe it would always be this way. He was just glad Natsu did not say anything to oppose his kink.
He went to the sink to wash. As he soaped up his hands, he felt heat approaching. Gray looked in the mirror and saw Natsu standing behind him.
Did this turn him on after all?
Natsu's arms wrapped around his waist. Gray sighed at the warmth and that hard body pressed against his bare back—wait, where had his shirt gone this time? He heard Natsu sniffing, and in the mirror he saw the nose snuffling around his hair. It sent a chill through Gray's nerves. Then there was a kiss to the back of his ear that jolted through his body. Natsu kissed the back of his neck and nuzzled the hair at the base of the scalp. Slowly, the kisses went lower, down his neck, then to his shoulder.
Gray flinched and gulped hard. It had been weeks since Natsu bit him, but he still remembered the pain, the sting of teeth breaking skin, and the feel of blood coursing down his body. His eyes closed tightly, but then the heat pulled away. There were no more sniffing sounds, only the water running in the sink, waiting for his soapy hands.
Gray looked into the mirror and saw sadness on Natsu's face.
"It's still a problem, isn't it?" the Dragon Slayer asked with a wary, mournful gaze.
Gray stared, perplexed by the question. Natsu's eyes dropped to the side.
"Wash up," he whispered. Then he turned aside and walked out.
"Natsu?" Gray called, but the room was empty and cold once again. He washed off his hands, dried them, and hurried out. Natsu was pulling on a coat. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice coming out much louder than he had meant it to be.
Natsu's eyes, normally so sharp, were softer and sadder. "You're still scared of me."
Gray scoffed at that idea. "Me, scared of you? Oh, that's rich! Why would I be scared of an idiot flame-brain like you?"
His light teasing did not ease the tension in Natsu's brow. "You know why," he said seriously. Slowly, Gray's laughing face fell. "I hurt you that day. I could have killed you. You saw a lot of blood in your childhood. Now … there's me."
"Don't say that." Gray shivered in a different sort of fear. If Natsu wanted to end this … No! No way!
Natsu turned toward the door. "I should go—"
"No!" In an instant, Gray raced over and threw his arms around Natsu, hugging him from behind, grasping hold of him. "Don't go," he whispered in desperation.
Natsu stood there, happy to feel Gray's emotions in those crushing arms, the love he could never say aloud, but also the weakness of his own heart.
"Stay here," Gray begged. "Stay the night. We can do whatever you want." His embrace tightened. "Just don't go."
Natsu turned around in those arms. Gray's head was down, the bangs hid his face, but Natsu saw his teeth gritted. He took Gray's chilly cheeks and slowly turned his head up. He hated to see Gray like this: the man normally so cool, so in control, suddenly beaten by emotions.
"Kainushi," he whispered.
Gray's tension cracked with that gentle name, and he looked at the shorter boy with wavering hope.
"Please, kainushi, can you tie me up and drip hot wax on me again?"
It took Gray a moment to figure out the words. Natsu … was staying? He wanted to stay? And he still wanted some play time?
"Uh, y-yeah. Yeah, we could do that."
Natsu smiled, leaned over, and gave Gray a kiss to chase away his confusion. He wanted Gray to be himself again, the dominant sadist who could deliver sweet pain with a chuckle of amusement.

That night, they were in bed together. Natsu had not meant to stay the night, but he fell asleep after sex. By the time he roused himself, it was after midnight, so he let himself fall back to sleep, figuring that if it was this late, Happy would know where he was and probably already had his dinner. Now, he felt something shaking beside him, waking him up again. Gray was curled into his body, but he was twitching. Natsu forced his eyes open.

"Gray?" he whispered. His voice was raspy and tired from all the moaning earlier. The slight convulsions continued. Then he heard a tense whimper. "Hey." He softly caressed Gray's neck.
Gray bolted straight up. "Don't bite me!" he screamed. He stared into the darkness, slowly waking from the dream. "What?" He looked back around at the pillows and saw Natsu staring at him, his mouth dropped open in surprise.
Suddenly, Natsu rolled over and clenched his teeth. He had never wanted to give Gray nightmares, and the fact that his fetish affected Gray this deeply pained his heart. He shook his head, knowing what he needed to do but not wanting to. He yanked himself out of bed and pulled on his shirt.
Gray was still disoriented from the dream. He looked around in the darkness. "Natsu?"
The Dragon Slayer pulled his clothes on, walked around the bed, and kissed Gray on the head. "Get some sleep."
"Wait, where are you going?" he cried out.
"Home. You can't sleep with me here."
"I … I'm fine," he insisted. "Just a weird dream."
Natsu stroked down his black hair. "I'm giving you nightmares. You can't sleep when I'm beside you, and I can't sleep if you're shaking from bad dreams. We have a mission tomorrow. We both need rest." He turned to the door.
"No! Wait! Natsu—"
He stopped by the bedroom door and smiled back. "I'll see you in the morning. Thank you for tonight, kainushi. Now get some sleep."
Gray watched him leave and heard the front door shut. He collapsed back into bed and stared up at the ceiling.
"Shit. Why is this a problem?"

A few days later, Natsu was sitting alone in the guild, poking at some food and being uncharacteristically quiet. Erza saw his melancholy mood and shifted her cake over to sit beside him.

"How are you and Gray?" she asked.
Natsu jolted and looked up with wide eyes. "Fine! Why?"
That panicked look told her plenty. "I've noticed that you two aren't in the guild together as often as normal. On the mission, you two hardly said a word to one another. For a couple weeks now, you two seem to be … distant." Her face belied her concern. "Is it not working out?"
"No!" he cried out, but then Natsu's eyes fell to his meal. "No, it's good, just … um … we're … I guess—"
"Would you like to talk somewhere else?"
"M-maybe," he admitted awkwardly.
Erza finished her cake, and Natsu asked Mira to pack up his meal to go. Erza took him outside of the guild and away toward the lake. The breeze off the water ruffled her red hair and fluttered Natsu's scarf. There were fishermen in their boats out on the water, but they were too far away to hear anything on land. No one else was out in this area of the water.
"So, what's going on?" she asked, getting right to it.
Natsu tugged on the end of his scarf. "It's not anything too serious. I … might have done something bad."
"Something to Gray?" she asked, and Natsu nodded. "What did you do?"
"I can't say," he mumbled.
"Did you hurt him?"
Natsu's head jolted up. "Why would you think that?" Her eyes held his without giving away anything. "Ah. Makarov must have told you something."
"A little," she admitted. "Enough to know you have … issues." She saw the sadness in his face. "Was that the problem?"
"It's not related to that precisely," he said. At least, he hoped Gray was right and his fetish for blood was not because of that time. "But … yeah, I hurt him. Now he's jumpy around me. I don't know what I can do to show him that I'm not going to hurt him anymore."
Erza hummed as she thought about this. "So you want a way to regain his trust?" Natsu nodded silently. "Without getting into details, can you tell me how you hurt him? Did you punch him? Attack him? Were you … excessively rough?"
"I bit him," Natsu muttered. "Pretty hard, too. Really hard," he confessed sadly.
Erza's cheeks flushed. "I see," she said to cover over her lewd imagination that was picturing the two in some lover's tryst and Natsu biting deeply into Gray's neck. How close she was to the truth, too!
"Now when I get near him, he acts like I'm going to devour him. He's having nightmares. I can't sleep next to him or he wakes up shouting, and I know it's dreams about me."
"So, you need to prove to him that you're harmless." She tapped her chin. "Perhaps this is too kinky for you two, but what about using handcuffs?"
Too kinky? Was there such a thing? Natsu had to chuckle softly, and he shook his head. "We tried that." That, and a whole lot more!
"Really? I figured Gray was so bashful when I mentioned bondage before, he'd never … ah, ahem! I mean—"
"It was my idea," Natsu said quickly. He knew Gray did not want people to think he was into kinks, but it was fine to Natsu if people thought it was him initiating things. Besides, being bound and having wax dripped on him really had been Natsu's idea.
Erza spent a little longer thinking. "Well, there is something," she said slowly. "However, I'm not sure if it might be too much for you two. You're just starting out, after all."
Again, Natsu wanted to laugh as he realized that something had to be pretty damn bizarre to be too much for him and Gray. "I'm up to trying anything, doesn't matter how kinky it is."
"Oh really," she chuckled. Who would have thought Natsu would be such a pervert! "Well, since you two have had sex already, this wouldn't be all that extreme, just … messy."
Natsu's eyebrow shot up, really interested now.

Gray sat at home reading a book on blood fetishes.

"It is very important to take good care of the toys used for bloodplay. Don't simply grab a kitchen knife and cut someone with it, or grab a needle out of a sewing basket. The dom should choose a good stainless steel blade. How sharp depends on the likes of both the dom and the sub, but the sharper the knife, the less chance of scarring there is. Never use that knife for anything else. The knife should stay in its sheath until the moment it will be used. It would be bad to cut a sub's thigh with a knife covered with dust, after all. Razor blades, preferably the disposable kind, are extremely sharp and usually leave no scarring once the cuts heal. They are ideal for doms who do not want to scar the pretty skin of their slaves."
"Che!" Gray scoffed. "Why do they assume that it's the dom who likes to do the cutting, not the sub? Then again, I guess that's how the situation normally goes. Not like we're normal," he chuckled with a fond smile. "Natsu really isn't submissive, and not purely masochistic either. I guess even amongst BDSM, we're deviants." He rather liked that uniqueness about them, too.
"Wash the blade thoroughly with water and soap, then submerge it in medical-grade alcohol for a couple of hours. That should kill most of the bacteria. Some people recommend lighting the blade on fire after taking it out of the alcohol, just to make sure."
"Oh, Natsu will have fun with that," Gray chuckled.
"After soaking for two hours in alcohol, wipe the knife dry with a sterile cloth. Preferably, leave the knife wrapped inside the sterile cloth until it is needed. This will help to minimize having it come into contact with any bacteria. It is recommended that the sub be placed on some kind of plastic sheet during bloodplay. Blood stains are not easy to get rid of, and people will wonder if they see them. Stay away from main arteries and vessels. Cut only on places that have a thick muscle/fat/flesh padding, like the butt, breasts, and hips."
"Yeeeeah, lesson learned," Gray muttered. He reached up to his neck again. No scars remained, but sometimes he felt a ghostly ache there.
"It is also important to make sure not to cut deeply, unless both dom and sub agree at wanting to leave scars. Some bloodplayers like to use knives on the inner thighs and across the back, but if the dom does not know anatomy well, don't go there! There are two main arteries that run close to the surface of the inner thighs. The dom will have to know precisely were they are located so they do not cut them and bleed the sub to death."
Gray suddenly set the book aside. He felt his heart racing and his lungs jolting. He knew the symptoms of a panic attack. He had felt this way whenever he faced demons.
He closed his eyes as he recalled a scene from childhood, rummaging the ruins of his house. The smell of char and death clung to the sooty air. The crackling of fires and moans of buildings slowly collapsing in the snowfall were the only sounds beside his own voice, crying out for his parents, praying they were somehow safe.
He wanted his mother to hold him as he cried, whispering into his ear, "It's all over, just a nightmare, sweetie. I'm right here. I'll always be here by you. I love you, my sweet Gray."
He wanted to feel his father's strong hand on his head, assuring him that everything was fine. "Nightmares are scary, but you need to be brave, Gray. It's over now. We're a family, we love each other, and we're together, so of course everything will be okay."
He wanted this to be just another bad dream, eating too many sweets late at night. He wanted his mother and father to hold him and soothe his fears. He just had to find them, search for them, pull them out of the nightmare too, and then he could wake up, it would all be over, his parents would be there with him in bed, he could finally wake up from the nightmare, and they would be there holding him like always.
Just then…
Blood! His father's body, his head split apart, blood soaking the ground, its fading warmth melting the snow, so much blood … and other stuff. Chunks spilled from the massive cleft in his father's head. Pink rope-like things had been pulled from his stomach.
What was all this?
What happened to his father?
Dad? Dad! Dad!

A loud knock on the door yanked him out of the memory. Gray gasped for air, and the brightness of the noon sun startled him. His face was wet. He wiped his cheeks quickly. Crying? That scene, the blood on the snow, his father dead, his head cleaved open by one of Deliora's claws as he stood his ground and fought to give Mika and Gray a chance to escape, and his intestines ripped out by the monster who still haunted him sometimes, years after Ur killed it … that ghastly scene would never leave him.

Another knock brought him fully out of the past. He dried his face and rubbed out his numb limbs. Hoping he did not look as shitty as he felt, he opened the door and was greeted by a blue face.
"Happy?" he asked in surprise.
"Hi, Gray! Natsu has a favor to ask of you."
"He could have come himself," Gray grumbled. He wanted someone to hold him after that bloody flashback, although he would never admit that even to Natsu.
Happy giggled, and somehow his mischievous face dashed away the phantoms of the dark past. "Nope! He's busy."
Gray arched an eyebrow. What was that idiot planning this time? "So what does he want?"
Happy handed him a piece of paper. "A slab of ice in these dimensions."
"Slab of ice?" Gray muttered. Why would Natsu want ice? Why not get Gray himself?
"Oh, and he said to make it an ice that doesn't melt easily, but also isn't all that cold on the top."
"Not too cold but doesn't melt? Sheesh, that idiot! Seriously, what is he planning?"
Happy giggled again. "Can't tell you!" he sang.
It had to be a surprise. But ice? The dimensions were large as well, slightly bigger than human-size. "How do you plan on carrying a chunk of ice this big?"
"I have a wagon outside. Oh, and it needs to be really smooth on the top. Like a table." Happy suddenly covered his mouth. "Uh, I mean…"
Gray shook his head. If Natsu wanted to surprise him, he would humor the idiot this much. He owed it to Natsu after worrying him with those nightmares. So Gray followed Happy down to the wagon waiting outside and created a massive slab of ice. He felt the top with his hand. It was still incredibly cold, but not as biting as normal ice. It was the same type he used when he froze Natsu in bondage, cold enough to hurt without damaging skin, and also durable against flames.
Happy flew off, humming to himself as he toted the wagon with its ice slab. Gray had half a mind to follow him and see what was up, but Natsu would smell his approach. Fine! He could keep his little secrets. He was also curious what Natsu might plan all by himself. He would have to wait it out and see.

It was late afternoon when Happy knocked again on Gray's door. Gray had just finished the book he got about bloodplay. He had to admit, it was not really helpful, only slightly insightful. Most of the information was geared toward the one wanting to draw blood. The book kept assuming this was the dominant in the relationship.

Perhaps I should write to the authors and inform them that sometimes it was the pet who wants to lick the blood of their master.
Knowing Natsu, all that stuff about knifes, razors, and needles were not what he had in mind. He wanted to bite, sink his teeth into Gray's flesh (something the book specifically warned against due to the risk of infection) and lick up the blood coursing down. In the end, it was a lot of good advice that mostly did not apply to them. They were deviants, after all.
Happy's arrival kept him from thinking too closely on the issue of blood and the dangers of bleeding to death.
"Natsu is waiting for you at the house," he said, snickering into his paws. "You better hurry or it won't be as fun."
Gray raised an eyebrow at that. He went downstairs, but Happy immediately flew off toward the guild. Gray began to smile. If Happy was not coming as well, this had to be something sexy. What sort of sexy thing could Natsu do with a two-meter long slab of ice?
Oh hell, what couldn't they do with that much ice?
Curious and getting himself mentally prepared—Did he really want sex after that panic attack earlier?—he walked the long path to Natsu's house with a slightly faster step than usual. After a long hike up into the woods, he saw the dilapidated house. All was quiet, and nothing looked weird so far. He knocked on the door.
"Natsu?" he called.
"Door's unlocked. Come in."
Not even opening the door for him? That was strange. Gray entered and glanced around. The house had a smell to it, something sweet, like stepping into an ice cream parlor. Had Natsu used the ice to make a special dessert?
He stepped into the kitchen, and instantly Gray's hand went up to his nose as pressure shot straight to his sinuses.
Dessert was right!
The Dragon Slayer was naked, sprawling leisurely on that massive slab of ice, his body outlined in strawberries. He already had on his white and pink collar—wait, when did he sneak that out of Gray's home? The only other things he wore were bracelets and anklets made of pineapple rings, the yellow juice dripping down to his fingers and toes. Chocolate syrup and caramel were drizzled down his chest to his pelvis, where three blueberries adorned his bellybutton like a blue jewel. Round slices of bananas covered his nipples with a dollop of chocolate syrup to make that region a sweeter treat.
However, what really made Gray sniff back a nosebleed was another thing Natsu had somehow stolen out of Gray's chest of sex goods: the cock ring was wrapped around, and he was fully erect, already straining against the pressure building up from the ring. Whip cream with a cherry on top decorated his tasty erection.
Natsu had white frosting smeared over his hands and toes, which had ended up slathered around other areas as he fidgeted while waiting, included around the neck, some on his chin, and somehow it even managed to get into his hair. As Gray entered and gawked, Natsu licked off his frosting-covered fingers in a sexy manner.
"Wh-what is this?" Gray asked, utterly floored by the display.
"Dessert?" Natsu said in a low, sensual voice.
Holy shit, had Natsu planned all this? A fucking human sundae?
Natsu's cheeks were flushed with anticipation, and the rose-and-alabaster coloring mottled down his neck to his chest, making the white frosting and zigzags of chocolate and caramel sauce even more inviting.
"Well?" Natsu asked. "Don't let your ice cream melt."
"I-i-ice cream?" Gray stuttered, totally taken by surprise.
Those eyes narrowed, and Natsu sucked frosting from his finger. "I … scream."
Gray slammed a hand into the wall to hold himself up as all blood left feet, brain, body, and all rushed to his groin in an arousal that surged so suddenly, he wondered if it was possible to go from flaccid to cum bursting out in three seconds flat.
"Maybe you should get out of your clothes before you mess your panties," Natsu teased.
"Sh-shut u-…" His voice faded as he had to gulp down hard. Dammit, but he really did feel like coming already! Only the smug chuckle from Natsu stopped him from fully losing it.
Oh hell no, he wasn't going to lose that quickly, not to some drizzled up Dragon Slayer.
Gray stalked over to him and gazed down at the treat laid out on a table of ice. He picked up one of the strawberries outlining his body, dragged it over the brown and tan sauces snaking over Natsu's chest, and lapped his tongue around it before popping the fruit into his mouth. Natsu watched him with fascinated and intense eyes. His tongue deftly flickered out to lick his lips as he gazed at Gray, then down to the bulge pressing against his jeans.
"So, where should I start?" Gray asked, eying the many choices. He seriously wanted to lick up that decorated cock with the cherry sliding down melting whip cream, but that could wait.
"Start anywhere you want. Although, that cherry is gonna fall off my dick if you don't eat that off first."
"I suppose when eating a sundae, there are two types of people: those who eat the cherry first as an appetizer, and those—" He plucked the cherry off and set it aside. "—who like to save it for last. Although, this ice cream really is melting. Perhaps I should lick up just the drips."
He leaned over Natsu's cock and licked the white cream dripping down toward the pink patch of hair. Natsu's whole body tensed at the hot tongue compared to the ice on his back.
All he gave was a teasing lick, leaving the rest of the whip cream there to hide the tip. Then he eyed Natsu's body again.
"I suppose if we have here a banana split, I could start with the bananas." Gray leaned over and licked the round slice on Natsu's nipple. The chocolate sauce only made it more desirous. Truth be told, Gray was getting hungry anyway. This was definitely an aptly timed treat.
He licked up the banana slice and chewed it, watching Natsu's reactions. His breathing was fast, his body a live-wire of barely restrained lust, but there was also a hint of curiosity. They had played around with the idea of using food during sex before, but never to this extent.
"Tasty," Gray growled. "But I think it needs more sauce." He picked up the other banana slice and dragged it over the sauces covering Natsu's chest and torso, smearing chocolate and caramel together. Then he purposely let the sauces drip over Natsu's pointed nipple. "Whoops," he smiled, popping the banana into his mouth. He ate it up and leaned over Natsu's chest. "I dripped some. Sorry for the mess." He latched onto the chocolate-dripped nipple and sucked the sweetness off.
Natsu clenched his teeth as he grunted. He had been in anticipation for this ever since Erza gave him the idea. It took some planning, though. The whole time chopping strawberries and bananas, and even shopping for the sauces, he kept getting aroused. Then when he sent Happy to go get Gray, he had to wait with his heart racing with building desire. Most of the dressings could not be applied until just before Gray came. The whip cream, for example, began to melt almost as soon as he squirted it on. The can was still beside the block of ice, because once it was sprayed on, he could not walk around. The cherry also had to be placed on just as Gray entered the house, so it would not fall off.
For how long it took to slice up the fruits and make the bracelets and anklets of pineapples, most of the decorating could not begin until Happy left, particularly anything below the belt. Happy was his best friend, he knew they were up to some sexy time, but Natsu was not about to do anything like putting on his cock ring with Happy around. The collar, too. He had to hide these two things and pull them out only when his friend left the house.
It was worth it, though. His cock pulsed with the tightness of the ring around it, and whenever his neck tensed in pleasure, he was reminded of the collar that showed whose bitch he was.
"Kainushi," he whispered, shivering from the ice against his back while the front of his body burned up with Gray's tongue.
"Quiet. I'm eating," Gray said languorously, licking along Natsu's torso.
His tongue hit a ticklish spot, and Natsu tensed up with a groan.
"Noisy little dessert plate," Gray chided. He moved down to the bellybutton. "Now, keep quiet. That's an order." He bent over and used his tongue to scoop one of the blueberries out of Natsu's navel.
His stomach tensed, but Natsu gagged back a cry. He heard a soft chuckle from Gray as he took pleasure in watching Natsu squirm. Three times, he bent over, each time dragging his tongue across Natsu's bellybutton a little longer.
"Berry sweet!" he teased.
"Hurry up," Natsu begged raspily.
"Come on, you took a long time preparing this." He lifted Natsu's wrist and licked the frosting on his fingers. "It'd be rude to scarf down such an elaborate gourmet meal without savoring all of the flavors." He sucked the white frosting off each finger. "Besides, you like it."
"A little too much," Natsu admitted quietly.
"Oh, I don't think you'll come any time soon," Gray chuckled, nibbling the pineapple bracelet and occasionally nipping Natsu's wrist, just enough to scrape his teeth over the sensitive skin. "I won't let you."
"Bastard!"
He licked up a flat-tongued slathering of sauce off Natsu's chest, then dragged his messy tongue over Natsu's mouth, smearing the chocolate sauce around his lips.
"You have a dirty mouth," Gray scolded. "How should I punish you?"
Natsu gasped softly. Punishment!
"Always cleaning up your messes," he scolded, licking the sticky sauces off of Natsu's torso.
Gray eyed the cock, now dripping with melted whip cream and its own bitter treat. He heard Natsu's breath catch as he stared. Those tense hips flexed just a little, begging for attention.
"I'll clean that up soon," he promised, continuing to move down. He lowered over the slab of ice, all the way to Natsu's squirming legs, and down to the toes. He had decorated himself in anklets of pineapples, but the juice had dripped all over his feet, frosting-smeared toes, and onto the ice under him. "Oh, this will be fun," he smirked, remembering how potently Natsu had reacted the last time he licked his toes. "No olives?"
Natsu was panting with anticipation. "Who the hell puts olives in ice cream?"
"I guess that would be weird," he agreed. "Still … sticky toes should be cleaned."
Gray lifted Natsu's foot and admired his tiny toes tipped with white frosting. Gently, he licked up the arch of the foot.
"Ah. Ahhhh!" Natsu cried.
"You and your sensitive feet," Gray chuckled. He popped the big toe into his mouth and began to vigorously suckle it.
"Fuck!" Natsu roared. Gray kept working on each of the ten toes in turn. Natsu began to reach down to his erection; however, his hand jolted back, and a pained look crossed his face. His eyes blinked as he saw something that made him drop a shade paler. Then he shook his head, and the moment was over. "Gray, freeze my hands," he asked in a meek and worried tone.
Gray eyed him. Why had he frozen up like that just before grabbing himself? It looked like a bad memory, and now he was requesting to be restrained. Something was up, but he did not want to ruin the mood by asking.
"Put your wrists down onto the ice. It's my ice, so I can change it into anything I want."
"Then really hold me down," Natsu requested. "Like our first time, when you froze almost my entire body. I don't want to be able to move at all. I want to be totally bound and helpless."
"Oh God," Gray moaned, and he reached down to his own crotch as he felt his cock pulsing from the pleasure of the idea. "Completely bound, huh?"
Both hands slammed down onto the ice slab, magic glowed around them, and Natsu seemed to sink down into the ice. It crept over his arms, legs, chest, and up his neck. It began to creep over Natsu's face, but he left his eyes, nose, and mouth free. His legs, from thighs to toes, were encased in ice. Natsu tried to move, but he was totally bound. He could not even move his jaw since the ice was over his chin and cheeks. Only his lips could pucker a little, and his eyes were free to blink. The only things not covered were those parts of his face, his nipples, and the area right around his erect cock.
"Beautiful," Gray admired, staring down at Natsu trapped in his ice. Even his wild pink hair glimmered within the icy prison. "All mine." He stroked over the exposed nipples and watched as Natsu's torso tried to jolt within the encasing ice. "My prisoner. My beloved little bitch can't do a thing now."
Natsu tried again to move, but except for a little space in the ice for his chest to move up and down, everything else was solid. It was terrifying and comforting at the same time. He could not stop what was about to happen, and he also did not have to worry about doing anything at all. He was wrapped up safely. Those instincts boiling inside him were captured, tamed, imprisoned so they could not burst out and…
No, he didn't want to think about that!
Natsu felt safer like this. He knew Gray was safer. He could relax and not worry about the past and about his violent tendencies. All he could do was lie there and enjoy the pleasure.
Gray ran his hands over the slick surface of ice. "So amazing, seeing you like this," he said softly, truly in awe. "So many times, I just want to … capture you! Do anything I want with you." His fingers caressed the stiff cock straining against the leather ring. "My own captive dragon."
Natsu tensed at the cold fingers, but he could not thrust up into those hands. He could only lie there and accept what little Gray gave him. He whimpered, but his mouth was trapped shut.
"I would completely gag you, but you don't want that."
"Maybe I do," he mumbled against the stiffness around his face.
Gray looked up sharply. "But that's on your hard limits. No gags."
Natsu wanted to shrug, but nothing moved. "I want to try it. Only like this, though. I'm … in the right place."
Gray nodded. Natsu had to be in the right frame of mind for something like this. Normally, being gagged would bring back bad memories. Now, either those memories were far away, or he was actively fighting them. Gray was not sure which, but if Natsu wanted it—dear God, he had been wanting this for months!
Gray waved his hand over Natsu's mouth, and ice crystallized over his lips. Now all of his breathing was just through his nose. Gray watched him carefully, waiting to see if this was truly okay before doing anything more. Natsu stared ahead blankly for a moment, as if checking to see how he would react. After a solid ten seconds, his eyes turned to Gray as if to assure him he was fine.
"We need an alternative to safewords," he realized. "Do you know Shave and a Haircut?"
Natsu hummed it. Shave and a haircut, two bits.
"Exactly. Hum that if it's Red. Got it?"
Natsu hummed an affirmative.
"Oh God, this is wonderful," Gray moaned. He stood up and stepped back just to take it all in. The slab of ice he had made now encased Natsu. Seeing him stuck inside his ice like that was completely overwhelming. "I'm gonna give you the best blow job ever," he growled.
Natsu's eyes widened at the hunger in those words, but before he could do anything, Gray leaned over and swallowed Natsu's cock whole. Natsu tensed so hard, he thought the ice should have shattered, yet it did not even crackle. Gray made this prison knowing Natsu's strength. As he felt the cold of the ice being replace with that hot mouth, all Natsu could do was hum out his screaming moans and shudder deep inside his chilled body.
Unable to move, unable to shift attention to anything else, he was forced to feel fully what Gray was doing. All other actions and sensations were literally on ice. He felt the bumps of Gray's tongue slithering over his skin, the ridges on the roof of his mouth rubbing his cock in a maddening way, and the soft wall of the back of his throat as Gray pounded down, again and again, starving for the finale of this human dessert.
"So tasty," Gray praised, before lapping all around the flared head. "Best dessert ever." He looked back around with a smirk at Natsu. "You spoil me." Both hands reached up and lightly twisted Natsu's nipples. Those green eyes widened and rolled back a little in pleasure as muted moans howled out. "I have to return the favor."
He leaned back over and let his lips slide onto the arousal, twirling his tongue around it, and then sucking so hard, Natsu thought for sure that Gray would siphon all the cum right out of him. Just as the sucking got painful, Gray slid back down, bobbing rapidly until all Natsu could feel was furious friction driving him closer … closer…
Then, just as Natsu thought for sure that this so-called best blow job ever was going to end in two minutes, Gray pulled back. Natsu wanted to scream, but it came out in muffled protests. He was close, so close, and Gray was denying him that release.
"I love how dark your dick gets when you're ready to blow," Gray said arrogantly. He turned around and looked into Natsu's face. "And I love how your eyes look like they're burning when you need to come, and I won't let you."
"Mmmgrrrrh!" Natsu raged.
"Call me what you want. You like it." He lazily ran his hand down the wet length, and Natsu groaned with his eyes closed tightly. "Oh yes, you enjoy this. How does it feel, having my ice surround your entire body? Must hurt. Is it painful?"
Natsu would have bragged that a little ice could never hurt him, but he could say nothing. Besides, the truth was that the coldness was numbing and painful at the same time. He was losing sensation in some parts of his body, which meant the exposed parts felt all the more intense.
"You have no idea what this is like for me, to see you encased in my ice. Remember how intense it was for me when you had those ice cubes up your ass?"
Natsu arched an eyebrow. Intense for him? He was the one who managed to fit ten ice cubes inside of him.
Gray was already starting to get a devious look. "Did you like it? My ice inside you?"
"Mmmh!" he cried out, and he would have nodded vigorously if he could have moved.
Gray began to lick his lips. "Let's try it again, only … you made me an ice cream sundae. I'll make you a popcicle."
Slowly, Natsu felt coldness slither between his butt cheeks, like an icy tendril crawling up to his anus. He cried out as he realized what Gray meant.
"Is it okay?" Gray asked quickly.
"Mmmmmh!" Natsu cried eagerly.
"Dammit, you seriously are sexy like this," Gray hissed. "I'll start small."
It was just a small rod of ice, no bigger around than a finger, but freezing. Natsu began to scream and thrash as it entered him.
"Safeword, Shave and a Haircut, remember!" Gray shouted over the gagged noises.
"Hmm ghmm," he hummed. I'm good.
"A little more, then." Gray closed his eyes and kept one hand on the ice. He could feel everything his ice felt, and vicariously it was like he could feel inside Natsu's ass. "So warm in there. You're already melting it. Seriously, you have a hot ass."
Natsu shut his eyes as the ice inside widened ever so slowly, filling more and more, hurting, pleasuring, burning and freezing and dear God he was going to blow without even being touched!
Just as he could feel the tingle building, Gray touched the tip of his cock, and ice slid down that much smaller shaft as well. "Not yet," Gray smirked.
Natsu screamed as the ice pierced through where only piss and cum had ever passed. He was a second away from Shave and a Haircut when the pain lessened, and what he felt … it was impossible to explain. It was like being penetrated in a whole different way, a thin rod of ice pressed down into his urethra, blocking him from coming and making him need it more than ever.
"I've never done this," Gray said, sounding like he was really focused and also insanely turned on. "You better as hell let me know if I'm doing this wrong."
"Nnh. Mmgz guuhf!" No. It's good.
"I can feel it, you know," Gray whispered. "If I focus, I feel what my ice feels. And this." He shook his head. "Shit, to be inside you in two ways … Natsu." He looked down with hesitancy but also direness. "You can't come like this. You won't ejaculate, but you might have an orgasm. You're only afraid of your cum getting into something. It won't get into anything like this. It can't come out at all. Get it?" His breath went shallow. "I could have you fuck me."
Natsu's eyes widened. "Nhhhh! Mmf mn-mn hmm hmk!" No! Shave and a haircut.
Gray jolted back. "Sorry. I'm sorry. I just thought—"
"Mmmn! Hmm nngh ngh grrr mmh pfffh!"
Gray waved over his mouth, and Natsu could move his jaw.
"I'm not in the right place for that," he said. "Another time, maybe, but not now. This … it's really weird, and I'm not sure how I'll react with it like this, and there is no way in hell I'm ruining this by freaking out. We can experiment later. Now, give me a damn blow job and let me come, you bastard! Nothing else weird."
"What about the ice inside?"
"Melt the ice in my dick. I like it, but I wanna come before I freak out."
"And in your ass?"
"Make it bigger!" Natsu grinned wildly. "Spread me so wide it hurts."
"Shit!" Gray groaned. He placed a hand on the slab of ice and focused again.
Natsu felt the ice in his ass growing, widening to a girth even greater than Gray's cock. "Oh God … ooooh God, yes! I may want your ice from now on and not your tiny dick."
"Screw you!" Gray's hand twisted, and Natsu felt the ice dildo twist within him.
Natsu screamed in pleasure. "Dammit, Gray, please let me come already. I'm seriously going numb from the ice."
"Fine, but not without work from you as well." He climbed up on top of the ice slab and positioned his cock over Natsu's mouth. "If your mouth is going to be free, I want to mute you some other way."
Those narrow eyes gleamed hungrily. "Gimme!"
Gray eased his cock into Natsu's mouth, who immediately began to suck. However, Natsu could not move his head. Gray had to press down into his mouth, with his hips slapping the ice slab at every thrust. While Natsu was forced to take his cock, Gray leaned over and saw the ice in the urethra.
"A kink for another time," he whispered to himself. "When I release this, you'll probably come right away. You do realize, that means I want you to blow me first. Then you get freed."
Natsu growled at the condition.
"Oh, and … I might want to play." He touched the ice sticking out of the tip and pulled it up, just a little, then slid it back down. "Just wanna see if you—"
"Yellow, yellow!"
"Yellow? What yellow?" Gray asked quickly, pulling completely off of Natsu in dread.
"Your cock. Shit, do whatever you just did and don't stop, but I will seriously bite off your dick because damn it feels so good and please do it again that was amazing!" he cried out in a rush of words.
Gray grinned at the reaction. "So, you like it after all?" He pulled the ice up just a centimeter, and then pressed it back inside.
"Arrgh!"
"It's really deep in there, too. I can feel it, you know. Feel my ice up your ass, inside your cock, so deep inside."
"Gr-Gray," Natsu whimpered. "No, it's … I'm gonna…"
"Let's go a little deeper," Gray said softly, and he focused his magic down the frozen rod.
"Fuck, wh-what the hell? That hurt a bit but … it … like it entered somewhere."
"Maybe it's in your firing chamber," Gray smirked. "I've read about this. The sounding rod can enter the prostate gland on its way to the bladder. Felt like a pinch, right?"
"Y-yeah."
"Which means if I do this—" Gray shifted the rod just a little.
"Fuck!"
"—and the ice in your ass presses upward just a little—"
"Arrrgh! Gray, no."
"Red?"
"No!"
Gray smiled. This was why safewords were important. The instinct was to yell no or stop, but the deeper desire was for more. He could only imagine the intensity, having the prostate massaged from both ends, not only peripherally from the anus, but directly right in the heart of the gland. Natsu tensed up so much, he definitely would have hurt himself if he could move. Gray watched, feeling through the ice.
Natsu eyes suddenly bulged. "Gray!" he gasped in shock. "G-Gray … oh shit, Gray! No! Oh … dammit!"
He began to howl as he felt … something. An orgasm? Definitely, it was an orgasm. Only, nothing came out. It was intense, and yet he felt even more built up instead.
"Gr-Gray … what the hell was that?"
"What I wanted you to do in my ass."
"Oh God, that … that wasn't … possible!"
"You mean an orgasm without cum? Of course it's possible. If the blockage is big enough, you can't shoot anything out."
Natsu stared up blankly. "I feel … weird. Oh damn, it's like I need to come again. How … this is crazy!"
"Good, huh?"
"Hell yes!" he groaned.
"Let me try something. I won't ride you, but what if I give you that blow job with this still in you, and when you're ready to blow again, right at that moment I'll melt it. You blast me with my own water and two doses of your cum."
All Natsu could do was whimper as he felt like he was ready to explode already.
"First…" He took hold of his cock.
"No, Gray, I … I will seriously bite you and that defeats all of this."
Gray wondered what he meant by defeats, but he knew one thing: he did not want his cock bit by a horny Dragon Slayer. "I'll free one hand, then."
"No!" Natsu looked up in exhaustion and lust. "Feed me, Gray."
Gray looked down at him, but it took only a second to realize what he meant. He reached down and began to stroke himself.
"Yes!" Natsu hissed, watching those fingers work. "I want to watch you. I know you like being watched, too."
"Dammit, I will gag you again if you talk like that."
"No you won't," Natsu smirked. "Because you like when I talk. You like when I admire your cock. You like my voice. So show me, Gray. Stroke yourself. I fed you a nice sundae. Your turn to feed me."
"Oh, I'll feed you all right!"
Natsu suddenly felt the ice in his ass moving. "Ahhhh!"
"Do you like that?"
"Oh God, yes," Natsu groaned. "I love your ice inside me."
"Oh shit, shut up!" Gray gasped, stroking faster.
"Feels so cold. It's freezing my ass. Hurts … so good!"
"Dammit, Natsu," Gray moaned, arching back.
"I want this again. I want you to ram that ice up inside me."
"Shhhit!"
"Your cock is dripping," Natsu teased. "Feed me your cum, Gray, and then suck on me, drink me up, melt that ice in my dick and let me come. I need it. Oh God, it hurts! Feels so good. Please, Gray, hurry before I come on my own. Feel like … like I'm gonna—"
"Not before me, bastard," he sneered. "Now open wide and catch."
Natsu opened his mouth, and Gray angled himself as he gave himself a final few strokes.
"Ready for it? Eat it. Eat it all!"
He tensed up, but Gray kept his eyes on Natsu's mouth, aiming for it. He missed the first spurt with a shot way high, but the second shot went right down Natsu's throat.
"Yes, swallow it," he sneered, stroking slower, milking it out.
More dripped, thick and milky, slowly dripping down into that mouth. Then Natsu's tongue reached up, and Gray let him lick clean the shaft and his own messy fingers. Natsu hummed as he ate up the cum and swallowed it all down.
"Good dragon," Gray smiled. "And now, back to you."
He flipped around and looked at the ice rod still in Natsu's cock. He pulled it up a little again, then pressed in.
"Oh God!" Natsu bellowed.
"Getting penetrated in two places at once! I really do envy you right now. Maybe I should try this on my own some day."
"You'd love it," Natsu moaned. "Dammit, this wasn't even on your Checklist of Fucking, was it?"
"Sounding? I don't recall. If it's not, it will be now."
"It's … good, Gray," Natsu whimpered, "but I'm really ready to come again."
"A little longer. I think I'm getting the hang of this."
"No! N-now!" He tensed up as he felt the sensation again.
Gray's mouth went around the cock, and right at that moment he let the ice melt and unsnapped the cockring at the same time.
"Oh fuck!" Natsu screamed.
What he felt was like exploding, bursting apart, and if the ice had not been holding his body in place, he had no clue how far he would have arched right up off the slab. Instead, he was trapped and powerless to do anything but ride out what was by far the most long-lasting and intense orgasm of his life.
His cock was cold, and then suddenly it was burning, searing, hurting with the pain of his own hot liquid. He could feel the water shooting out first, like pissing but also like a prequel to the main surge. Chasing that icy water was enough cum for two orgasms, maybe three since the feeling of that pressure being released was like an orgasm all of its own. It was so much! So much coming out, more than he had ever felt before. Even after it was all out, his cock throbbed with each heartbeat, lingering, tingling, as blood and warmth flowed back into it.
"Oh … God … Oh God that was … that's … I'm done. I am so done," he declared in defeat. "I am done for a week. Don't even try. I am so … damn done!"
As he began to catch his breath, he realized something. Gray had caught all of it, water and cum, but he did not swallow. Natsu sensed something was off.
"Gray? Gray, what are you…? Swallow it!" He felt the smallest bit of panic. His cum was in something. Gray had his cum. "Swallow!" he screamed as bad memories resurfaced.
Gray shook his head, his mouth still full. He pulled himself up to be directly above Natsu. Then his finger went into that hot mouth and pulled Natsu's jaw down.
"Whuh?" Natsu tried to ask with his mouth held open.
Gray leaned over, his eyes shining, and slowly thick whiteness spilled past his lips, laced with chilled water. Natsu jolted, but the watery cum dripped down into his own mouth. He had licked his own cum off of Gray before, but this … this was more tender. Gray was sharing the experience with him. He was also humiliating Natsu, making him swallow his own cum.
Natsu gulped and sputtered at the bitter heat mixed with coldness, but Gray let all of it pour down into that throat. Then he kissed Natsu hard and twirled his tongue around. Natsu's hot tongue met his in a sensual dance. The bitter taste from both of them was shared in their mouths now. When Gray pulled back, his eyes looked ready to devour Natsu all over again.
"I just wanted to feed you a little more," Gray explained. He finally picked up the cherry he had set aside and popped it into his mouth as a finale. "Thanks for the meal!"
"Kinky bastard," Natsu chuckled. "Warn me first, will ya?" He tilted his head to the side. "So, do you like my taste?"
"Obviously," Gray growled lustfully.
"I like your taste. This is no different."
Gray paused, wondering what Natsu meant. "You like how my cum tastes?"
"Not that. Well, I don't mind it, but that's not what I mean. I mean … how you taste."
Gray leaned back as it dawned on him. His fears that kept triggering due to the blood issue must have made Natsu feel awful. Suddenly, the ice encasing Natsu melted away, and the Dragon Slayer was able to sit up.
"I really am going numb from the cold," he complained.
Gray rubbed out the chilly limbs. "You … you did all this to cheer me up?" he asked, feeling deeply touched at the gesture. "The dessert, letting me bind you … everything?"
Natsu nodded. "I wanted to show you that I won't hurt you. I might want to bite you and lick your blood a little, but what happened that day … it won't happen again. If anyone's gonna get devoured, it'll be me." He leaned up and licked some chocolate sauce off of Gray's cheek. "I like when you devour me!"
Gray looked around at the messiness around them. "All this was just to make up for biting me?"
"Don't think I did it just for you, bastard," Natsu glared. "I wanted a blow job!"
Gray burst into laughter and hugged Natsu. "You're an idiot."
"Says the guy who still has his icy popcicle rammed up my ass. You can pull it out now."
"Maybe I don't want to."
"Maybe my ass is so numb I wouldn't be able to feel it even if you spanked me. Seriously, melt it and get me into a hot bath. I can't feel my kneecaps or my butt cheeks."
Gray gave him a kiss. "You're incredible."
"Of course I am."
"Okay, now you're just an arrogant dick."
"You know I like feeling cocky."
"Jeez, that's just an awful pun!"
"Shut up. And carry me. I'm not kidding that I'm numb. Take some responsibility."
Gray lifted Natsu into his arms. "Bastard, you're heavy."
"Shut up, fatty."
"Who the hell are you calling fatty?"
"The guy who just ate a sundae and a hot wiener."
"Your fault."
"Should I put you on a diet?"
"Hell no! I like eating a big, juicy sausage."
"I like serving it to you," Natsu smirked.
Gray chuckled and shook his head. "Keep talking like that and I might eat you up again in the bath."
"Maybe I'd like that."
"I thought you said you were done for a week."
Natsu wrapped his arms around Gray and pulled in closer to his face. "You know me. Just let me rest a bit, and I'll be all fired up again!"
Gray looked amazed at the virility of his little dragon. "I love that you're like this."
Natsu smiled. He said it again! Love! He leaned into Gray's chest and smiled to himself. "I love when you make me feel like this."
"Heh! Anytime." He carried Natsu princess-style all the way to the bathroom to clean up the dessert mess.

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