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Catch the Thunder	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 17789 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Fairy Tail is the property of Hiro Mashima. I make no money, I just do this for my own pleasure.

Chapter List
- 42
- 43
- 44
A/N: People liked my phone sex fic "Audio Without Visual" for Fraxus Love Fest, so this is similar but with a CTT twist.

Miles and miles away,
The only thing I can say
Is I miss you.
I hear you on the phone.
It makes me feel so all alone.
Ooh, I want to kiss you.
— Allen Kemp, "Every Time I Hear Your Voice"

Audio drama: http://chirb.it/Jnqa2c

Chapter 43

Hear Your Voice

Freed stepped through the door to his condo and locked it behind him. He gave a loud sigh, already knowing it was going to be a long, boring night. Laxus was gone. Freed realized he had not even asked how he was getting to the estate meeting, considering Laxus could not drive. He assumed the person lived relatively close, so maybe he made it by taxi.

He began to wonder about it. Who amongst the city's elite had died? He could probably call his father and ask, see if some business mogul or politician recently passed away. However, he had no reasons to ask such a strange question, and bringing up Laxus to his father was throwing a live grenade at a dog eager to play fetch.

He wondered for a moment: had his father also written Laxus into his will? It was an odd thing to do, making some dominant you hired at a strip club a beneficiary. Maybe whoever this old man was, he did not have family. Maybe it was one final deliverance of hush money so his reputation would not be tarnished after death. Freed had many questions and no way to answer them.

He undid his shoes and opened the entryway closet to hang up his coat. Inside the closet was a note and the collar. The note had only two words, scrawled in Laxus' messy handwriting:

Wear it!

Freed blinked in surprise, but then he smiled fondly. Laxus knew his routine, knew that the first thing Freed did upon coming home was to remove his shoes and hang up his coat. He took the collar off a hook and caressed the leather. Laxus had picked the black collar, their first collar. Although he had a white one now as well, it was new and bought for his angel costume for the club. This collar … it was special. Their first!

He loosened his dress shirt and pulled his tie off. Then he strapped the collar on and looked in the hall mirror by the door. It looked so bizarre, still in work clothes but wearing this kinky bit of bondage. The juxtaposition made Freed blush. Laxus wanted him as his slave, even when he was not home.

"You know I'm always yours, silly," he said to himself. He looked down to the promise ring and touched the silver band. Inside the band was etched the words Only You, Greenie. Knowing Laxus was wearing his ring gave him confidence. Laxus would only be gone for a day or two. He was coming right back.

He continued on to the bedroom, and on the door was another note stuck on with tape. He chuckled to himself as he pulled the note down. Was this a game?

Get naked. Don't wear anything for the rest of the night.

Freed laughed that Laxus was trying to order him around and humiliate him even when he was not home. He got into the bedroom, stripped, and opened his underwear drawer to change into some boxers for the evening. Maybe Laxus wanted him naked, but he could at least wear underwear. However, inside the drawer was yet another note.

I said don't wear anything and I mean it. Now, take a picture of yourself nude and send it to my phone. I want to see you wearing my collar.

Freed chuckled as he shook his head. Laxus somehow knew, eh? He wondered just how many messages were left around the house, little orders for Freed to find and follow. He picked up his phone and positioned himself in front of the closet mirror, trying to look sexy for Laxus. He snapped the nude selfie and giggled. That was the first time he had ever taken a nudie, and it felt so naughty. He texted it to Laxus, wondering where he would be when he got such a risqué photo. Hopefully not in public, like in a restaurant!

A few seconds later, his phone pinged with a text from Laxus.

'Since you sent this selfie, that means you were about to break my rule about remaining naked. Bad slave! As punishment, I want you to pleasure yourself. I've hidden a video camera somewhere in this bedroom. I'll be watching!'

Freed's mischievous side froze in horror, and he gulped as he realized Laxus did more than just leave some notes. A hidden camera? He glanced around, wondering where Laxus placed it. He saw nothing on the walls or on the dresser. Just then, the phone pinged again.

'I'm waiting!'

Freed shuddered. Laxus was watching him. That made this more than just coming home and masturbating for a quick stress relief. He was being watched! And he had no clue where those eyes were. It made him tremble, as if a wolf was stalking him out in the woods, but he did not know where it was crouched.

He sat on the bed, feeling the blankets under his naked ass. Just the idea that Laxus wanted to watch him made him already feel a bit aroused, although he had not really wanted to come home and jerk off. He instead had planned to catch up on some of the shows he liked that Laxus was not fond of. He had a pile of anime he wanted to watch and thought this would be a good night. However, sitting there, he licked his lips. He could watch anime after he pleased his master. The fact that Laxus went this far, setting up notes and a camera, just to have Freed to himself even when he was away made him blush with happiness.

"Are you really watching?" he asked aloud.

He phone pinged, and when he looked over, there was a single word in a text. 'Yes.'

"Why not call me up? A little phone sex could be nice."

Ping! 'You were a bad slave. You don't deserve to hear my voice.'

So, that was his true punishment! Laxus would get the full pleasure of listening and watching Freed, but Freed could not listen in return. Instead of phone sex, he was performing alone, purely for Laxus' entertainment.

Ping! 'My dick is waiting.'

Freed looked around again. Where was the camera? If he knew where, he could have played up to it. Then again, he would also know where to look away if he wanted to hide his face as he enjoyed his hand. Like this, he had no clue where to look and where Laxus would be focused on.

The more he let the unknown element of this setup get to him, the more embarrassed he got, which meant he was getting madly aroused, and he had not even begun to touch yet. Laxus was watching, waiting, somewhere in a hotel room far away. He wanted to please Laxus, even if it was remotely.

He reached down and wrapped his fingers around his half-hard cock. He began to stroke, closing his eyes and trying to pretend like this was a normal wanking. Still, he knew that somewhere Laxus was observing him, eying just how he blushed, watching his hand stroking. He was giving a performance, but his audience was unseen.

He remembered the exhibition. Then as well, he had been giving a show, but he was blindfolded. He never saw the audience out there. Still, part of him knew they were watching. This was different, though. At that time, Laxus had been the one doling out pain and pleasure. This time, he was doing all the work himself.

He heard the phone ping and stopped, opening his eyes in surprise. He glanced over, and with his clean hand he checked the message.

'You don't look like you're enjoying yourself.'

"I … I am!" he protested.

'There is a gift for you in my top drawer. Use it.'

Freed blinked in surprise. A gift? He already had a list of things it could possibly be, just from that much. He stood, his legs shaking already from the arousal, and walked to Laxus' dresser. In the top drawer was a box, and by the packaging Freed realized his assumptions were right. A sex toy!

Opening it, it was a little anal love egg. Although it obviously had a vibrator, Freed could not find either a switch to turn it on nor the remote.

Then he realized…

Laxus had the remote!

But it would not work over this distance, would it? Usually, two people had to be in the same room, or at least a few dozen meters. He wondered if Laxus could use this from afar. Maybe not. Maybe he got to know where the remote was hidden only if he was good.

He took it to the bathroom, prepping himself first, then thoroughly cleaning the bulbous egg. He returned to the bed, placed down a little towel to sit on so he did not get anything messy, pulled out lube, and finished the preparations by slicking up the egg. He shivered a bit, again wondering where the camera was, before spreading his legs and slowly pushing the egg up inside him. He moaned as it felt cold at first, but quickly warmed up. He laid on the bed, getting used to the feel.

Once he was used to the feeling of being filled up, Freed grabbed his cock again. This time, when he tensed a bit at his hand's friction, he felt the egg in his ass. He groaned, and he hoped Laxus could hear him. He hoped this was pleasing to his master. He imagined Laxus sitting somewhere, stroking himself as well, watching the video on his laptop and whispering his name.

"Laxus," he moaned.

There was a buzz in his ass, and Freed let out a definitively unmanly scream. His heart pounded with the shock, even after the vibration ended.

"Dammit, Laxus!" he bellowed.

The phone pinged again. 'That's for being naughty. The next time I order you not to wear clothes, I mean it … slave!'

"I bet you wanted to use this anyway," he grumbled.

Ping! 'Continue. Pleasure me and I'll forgive you.'

Pleasure him, huh? Freed wanted to. He wanted to look sexy for Laxus, even without being ordered. He squirted some lube into his hand and began to stroke himself.

The next time the love egg vibrated, Freed moaned instead of yelled. Laxus was being nice this time. The purring started low, just enough to give him more pleasure. Very slowly, the strength increased, and with it so did the speed of Freed's wrist. At one point, the vibrations grew really strong, and he thought he might end early, but then they dropped to a warm purr, and he found his hand also slowing.

"Laxus, more," he begged.

He thought Laxus might be cruel and turn it off, but instead the speed of the vibrator increased, and Freed let out a long, low moan of pleasure. Laxus really was listening to him, and in a way, he was pleasuring him.

"Laxus … I miss you." A tear slipped down. "Miss you."

As fun as this was, it reminded him that they were apart. He preferred Laxus' own touch, or at least his actual eyes staring, watching, and his voice ordering him around.

Suddenly, the phone buzzed with an incoming phone call. Freed jolted, ready to curse at the horrible timing, until he saw that the call was from Laxus. He hurriedly turned on the phone and put it on speaker to free his hand.

"Laxus!" he cried out in excitement.

"Fuck it, Freed, you are too damn hot for your own good. I can't even stay mad when I see you so fucking sexy."

He moaned to hear weariness in Laxus' voice, the harsh, husky tone he got after panting in pleasure. Definitely, Laxus must have been stroking himself to the erotic show Freed was giving.

"Laxus, talk to me."

"You keep doing exactly what you're doing. Keep doing it and don't you fucking stop until I'm done with you, got it?"

He groaned to be ordered with that dominant voice.

"How do you like my little present?"

"So good," Freed shuddered.

"I'm glad it works. Sorry if it scared you. Does it feel good purring inside your ass?"

"Mmh, yes. So good. I like it."

"Of course you do," he said smugly. "Do you want more? Beg for it!"

Freed began to writhe on the bed. "Please, master. Please, just a little more."

Laxus hummed in pleasure. "Such a good and polite little slave! I suppose you learned your lesson. You can have a little more."

Freed felt the vibrations go faster, and his mouth dropped open in a wanton moan.

"Nnngh … master!"

"Don't come yet!" Laxus commanded, and Freed steeled back the desire to come, forcefully denying himself. "Good. So good." Freed heard heavy breathing over the line.

"M-master, if I may ask: is this pleasing you?"

"Yes," Laxus said with a slight groan. "You please me. You always please me!"

"How can I please you more, master?"

"T-touch yourself," he panted. "Touch your nipples. I want to see you pinching your own nipples like a slut."

Freed stroked his fingers over his chest, then pinched himself. Right as did and moaned, he also felt the vibrator shoot up to full blast, and what he meant to be a sensual groan turned into a high yelp.

"Fuck, sorry. I'm sorry," Laxus said, and the vibrations settled back down. "My fault. Hand slipped. Fuck, Freed, that looks … damn, I really wanna fuck you so hard right now. So fucking hard!"

"Master," he mewled, pinching his nipples and enjoying the vibrations as well as Laxus' raspy breaths over the phone. "I wish I could watch you, too."

"I saved this for if you were a good boy. I think you're good enough. Open your laptop."

Freed wiped his hand on the sex towel under him and pulled his laptop off the nightstand. When he opened it, it was already set up for a video chat. He saw a call waiting from Laxus and clicked it. The video showed some generic hotel room with Laxus reclined on the bed, not looking at the camera but apparently watching something streaming onto the hotel television.

"Can you see me yet?"

"Yes," Freed sighed. Laxus was naked, and where the camera was set up, he saw the profile of his lover, back propped on pillows, cock in his hand, watching the television.

"I've got weird feedback, hold on." Laxus leaned over close to the laptop, smirked at the camera as his face filled the screen, and clicked something to mute the laptop so he could just listen to Freed's voice on the television. "There we go. Fuck, look at you. You look like a happy puppy. Are you that happy to see me, pet?"

"Mmm … yes, master." He melted a little, seeing Laxus aroused and pleasuring himself. It was a nice reminder of how much Laxus loved him and how much they needed one another. They could not even go a day without wanting each other.

"Do you like what you see?" He gave his cock a long, slow stroke up.

Freed groaned at seeing it flushed against those massive fingers.

"Put the laptop on the other side of you."

The order confused Freed at first, until he realized that the hidden camera must be to his left, which meant looking to the right was turning his face away. He unplugged the laptop so he could move it around to the other side of the bed.

"Better. Now … pleasure me, slave! Watch and see what I like, and aim to make me come. You're not allowed to come until I do. Understood?"

He gave a sassy, sly smirk. "And if I do?"

"Bitch," Laxus growled, and he clicked on his phone. Freed felt the vibrations turn to maximum, painfully arousing, then suddenly shut completely off. He rolled over to his own laptop, so that his glaring face filled Freed's screen. "Listen to me. If you come before me, your punishment will be to keep that little egg inside you tomorrow, all day. I will turn it on whenever I damn well please, for one minute at a time. You'll never know when I'll turn it on, you'll only know it'll last merely a minute, not enough to make you come in public, but enough to keep you on edge and aroused, painfully aroused. I may turn it on while you're chatting with a client, or giving a presentation to coworkers, or addressing your CEO father. That is your punishment if you disobey me again. So I recommend that if you feel the need to come, you stop yourself and you make me even more aroused, any fucking way you can think of, because I doubt you want that as a punishment."

The mere thought horrified Freed.

"Fuck yes, that face of yours…" He clicked something on his laptop. "I just took a freeze frame of that face. You look terrified."

"That's the worst punishment, Laxus!" he cried out in horror.

"Oooh?" he asked deviously. "Good to know. I'll keep it around for when you're naughty. Now, you better figure out how to make me come before you do, because I really wanna torment you that way now. I'm gonna hold back. I may not even touch myself and just watch you fall apart." He folded his hands behind his head just to show he meant it.

Freed huffed and folded his arms over his chest. "Then I'm not touching either."

"Bitch. You forgot."

Freed felt the vibrations in his ass again.

"I can pleasure my slave anytime, anywhere. I suggest you make yourself irresistible."

"Laxus," he moaned shaking his head. "Turn it down."

"No."

"But … I … p-please."

"I'm waiting. Amuse me."

"N-no … I…"

The thought of what Laxus had planned was pure horror, but the imagined humiliation made Freed's whole body tingle with a dark thrill. The idea of wearing a sex toy to the office, of being pleasured by Laxus at absolutely any time, even if he had to sit in the main office with his father again … to have Laxus pleasuring him in front of his father!

Freed felt himself dripping and knew he was in danger. He had to do something quickly. Pain! Pain eased off the need. Freed scrambled off the bed, the egg still purring in his ass, and ran to the closet where they kept their toys. He could not spank himself, and self-flagellation did not appeal to him. However, there was one thing, something they had only used a few times.

He pulled out a box and opened the packaging, panting as the need to come grew worse. His hands shook as he pulled out of dildo-like wand and carefully inserted a glass tube with the tip like a mushroom cap.

"Holy shit, Freed! Is that…?"

He turned it on, and the glass tube glowed purple. He closed his eyes as he brought the cupped end toward his cock.

"Freed!"

A tiny arc of electricity tickled his skin, like tiny pinches. He turned the power up to its highest and stroked the violet wand down to his balls, where it started to burn and hurt. He cried out at the pain, and the need to come eased off.

"Holy fucking shit, Freed." Laxus was panting, and as Freed weakly glanced back to the laptop screen, he saw Laxus' whole body stiffened as he stroked himself furiously.

"Your … favorite … toy," Freed said, weak from holding back so desperately.

"You … that toy is only for me to use!" he shouted.

"We never agreed to that." Freed stroked the violet wand along his cock again, this time at a lower voltage. It was an intense tingle, agonizingly pleasurable, leaving the skin warm and buzzing. It felt amazing on his cock and made him think of Laxus with those electrical touches.

"Who gave you permission?" Laxus demanded, but he was still stroking himself.

Freed smirked, not sure where to look, so he ended up looking at himself in the mirrored closet door. "You never said this toy was off-limits. Should I stop, master, or may I use it more?" He ended the request with a moan, arching his back slightly as the wand moved up over his chest, and the tiny zaps tingled his nipples.

"Fuck, Freed. Fuuuuck," Laxus moaned.

"It reminds me of you," Freed admitted. "My Thunder God. I only want you."

"Freed," he groaned. "Say that more."

"I want you," he whispered. Freed collapsed back onto the mattress, stroking his cock while the violet wand zapped his nipples. "I miss you. I miss your touches. I love how you thrill me. This wand doesn't even come close, but … it's good. It's like how you touch me, that same thrill. Mmmh, soooo … good! Love it so much."

"Freed … damn, Freed, you're … nngh … amazing."

He heard Laxus' raspy voice and raised his head to look at the monitor again. Laxus was staring hard at the hotel television, watching the video of Freed, and stroking off to what he saw.

"I love watching how much I please you, master," he sighed. "Please, tell me how to please you more."

"S-sit … fuck … sit up and … a little to the right. No, just sit back up against the headboard, that was a good angle."

He still wondered where the camera was, but he scooted up to the center of the bed and leaned against the headboard.

"Stroke yourself," Laxus commanded, and Freed obeyed. "Yes. So good. Now, put the violet wand on your balls again. Give yourself a few zaps for me."

Freed lowered the wand, and from the glass tube came a miniature shower of tiny electrical sparks. Freed tensed up from the pain and let out a loud moan.

"Oh … f-fuck! Fuck!"

"Laxus," Freed keened. "So … hurts … so good."

"Shit! Shhhhhit!"

Freed looked over at the laptop again. His own movements stopped, and he pulled the wand away, watching instead as he saw Laxus' face tight, teeth clenched, eyes slammed shut, as spurts shot out onto his stomach. Freed watched and smiled with happiness.

He had pleased Master.

"Bitch," Laxus whispered, staring up at the ceiling as he caught his breath. "Too sexy for your own good."

"May I come now, master?" he requested.

"No. Wait. Wanna … wanna watch," he panted. Laxus grabbed up a handful of tissues from the hotel's box and wiped himself up. "Okay. Do you need more?"

"If it pleases you, master."

"You please me … so much," he sighed. "If I was there, I would give you an incredible blow job for being this good. I would suck you off gently, slowly, and thoroughly."

Freed closed his eyes, letting Laxus' voice carry him closer. The vibrations in his ass grew stronger, and the wand went back up to his chest, lightly zapping his aching, tingling nipples.

"That egg in your ass should be my cock. That's my ass, my territory!"

"Only you," he swore, writhing as he thought about what was engraved on his promise ring.

"Only you," Laxus repeated tenderly. "I want only you. Want you so much, all the time. When I get home, I'm going to make love to you. No wild fucking or kinks, just making love. I'm gonna take you and make you soar, an angel and a dragon!" His words softened as he sighed wistfully, "My angel!"

Those endearing words ached Freed's heart but also tingled down his spine. When Laxus simply made love to him, he could be so tender, and all the love poured out in each and every thrust. He loved Laxus' kinky side and the painful pleasure they did together, but he loved the gentle side as well.

"L-Laxus! I miss you." A tear slipped down. "I miss you!"

"Same, Freed. Soon. Soon, I'll touch you everywhere. I'll kiss every part of your body. I'll worship you like the Rapture was tomorrow, and I'll show you a glimpse of heaven and hell. I'll fill up that ass of yours, all the way to the hilt, make you feel so full … so full of me! I'm gonna fucking possess you."

"Laxus!" he moaned.

"I'm gonna spread you so wide with my cock, and I'm gonna stay inside your ass as long as I can. Hell, maybe I'll make love to you once, wait with my cock still inside, and after I get my second wind, I'll fuck you. Fuck you hard! Fuck you like no tomorrow."

"A-ahhh!" The gentle love-making was nice, but when Laxus went wild, that thrilled him as well.

"Slam you into that bed, pound my cock right into you until you scream."

"Laxus!" he howled as his toes began to curl.

"Dammit, you got me hard again," Laxus grumbled, and he began to stroke his cock. "You slut, making me want it twice in a row. Such a slutty little slave. Just look at you. Fuck, so slutty, so fuckable. You're made for my cock, Freed. Custom-made, no one else. Only you, and you pleasure my cock … so fucking good!"

Freed felt the coiling deep inside ready to snap.

"NOT YET!"

"No!" he screamed. There was no way he could hold back more.

"Freed, I just … need little more."

"N-no … no! Coming!"

He felt it snap, and his body jolted. He heard Laxus cursing softly, mad that Freed was ending sooner than he could go a second time, but also he heard muttered exclamations.

"That's beautiful … fuck, so hot … look at you … Freed, you're … you're so … amazing."

As the rushing high faded, Freed laid back and let those words flow over him like Laxus' soothing hands after hard sex.

"The … vibrator," he huffed wearily.

"Right, sorry." He picked up his phone and clicked a button. "There, is that better?"

Freed hummed and smiled now that the purring had stopped and he could fully bask in the afterglow. Laxus watched the screen, how Freed stretched with cum dripping over his stomach, and he smiled in awe at this incredible man.

"Sorry for yelling at you," he muttered. "Ya just got me hard again."

Freed used the sex towel to wipe himself up, then curled toward the laptop. "Show me. Please. I need to see how I please you."

Laxus gave a sigh. "You can see for yourself, right?" He was still slightly aroused, although it was drooping now. "I'm probably too tired for another go anyway. Hell, I came earlier today while sucking you off. If I go for a third in one day, I won't wanna wake up in the morning."

Freed smiled and hugged a pillow. "Thank you … for setting this up."

Too … damn … cute. "Heh! I figured you deserve it for me leaving with so little warning."

Laxus stared at the television. He reached forward, but he realized that was not good enough. He rolled over, pulled the laptop forward onto the bed with him, and clicked a few things, bringing the display from the television back to the laptop. Now he was looking right at the camera, just as Freed was looking right at it. Both of their faces filled their screens. Laxus reached forward again, caressing the monitor.

"Touch your cheek for me."

Freed reached up and caressed his own cheek, closing his eyes to slits, looking only at the blue eyes in the monitor.

Laxus pouted. "This is the first night we'll be apart since I moved in. I hate it already."

Freed sighed at the inevitable reality. "It'll likely happen more in the future."

"Fuck that. I want you in my bed all the time."

"In a way, it's like you're in bed with me now," Freed said with a slightly shrug, although he knew it was not the same.

Laxus looked wistfully at the monitor. "I wish I really was Thor, and I could ride the lightning to you. Bang! A flash and I'm there holding you."

"Mmm … that would be nice," sighed Freed.

"What would you want me to do?"

He stretched lazily. "Make me a sandwich." He chuckled playfully. "I'm hungry now."

"Heh! Same. I skipped lunch since I was sick from the train ride. Hey, keep the collar on until you go to bed. I like to know you're wearing it. Tomorrow, put on the chastity belt. On your bathroom break, I want you to take a dick pic wearing that golden cage and text it to me."

"Mmh, so kinky," Freed smirked with a soft, naughty laugh. "In that case, you're not allowed to wear underwear tomorrow. I want to know you're sitting in that inheritance meeting commando, and when you come home, I want you without underwear so I can suck you as soon as we're together."

"I said I'm makin' love to ya first thing."

"I'll only suck a little, then. I want to remember the taste of your cock."

Laxus flinched at the dirty talk. "Dammit, Freed, I'm almost softened up and you say that?"

He laughed at the blush on Laxus' flustered face. "Am I allowed to wear clothes now?"

"No! Only the collar. You're my slave tonight, even if I'm not there, so I want you naked the whole time."

"Can I at least wear an housecoat? It's chilly in the living room."

"… Fine," he grumbled. "But naked under it, got it? Watch your anime shit or whatever, but you're still my slave. Mine!"

"Only you," he swore, smiling flirtatiously.

Laxus clicked something.

"What was that?"

"Print-Screen. That smile … damn, you're angelic at times," he sighed in longing.

Freed reached forward, touching the sad face in front of him and wishing he could cheer up his master. "I'll be waiting for you."

"Don't touch yourself again. Be saved up for me."

"Same goes to you. No jacking off in the shower while you're away."

"No way. It's no good anymore unless it's you." Laxus gave a heavy sigh. "Take care. Text me tonight."

"Can I call you before bed?"

"No. I'm hitting the bar. I plan to get drunk and pass out early so I can get this over with and return to you as soon as possible. If I sleep through it, I won't miss you as much, since I know I'll dream about you."

Freed hummed happily. That actually sounded romantic. "Then maybe I'll have some wine and sleep early, too."

"Whatever works. Sleep nude."

"Fine, but you too."

"Sure. So demanding for a slave, though," he admonished, lifting an amused eyebrow.

"Needy," Freed confessed. "I need to know … I dunno, I just need to know."

"I get it," Laxus said gently. "I'll text before bed if I'm not too drunk, and I'll text you when I wake up."

"I'll call you at eight to make sure your drunken ass is out of bed."

"Bitch. Fine, but make sure you don't touch yourself in the morning."

"My cock is all yours, master. Only you may order it to rise and be pleasured."

"Oh shit, the things you say!" he hissed, blushing again.

Freed laughed softly at the expression. "Eat something healthy."

"Fuck that, I'm getting a burger."

"No flirting."

Laxus' forehead tensed. "Freed, you know I'd never!"

"I know," he smiled, glad to know that Laxus really would reject all flirtations.

Laxus looked flustered, being teased like that. "Cock cage tomorrow. Don't forget the dick pic."

"If it pleases you, master."

"Don't you forget who your master is!"

"Not a chance," he chuckled. "Return soon, master."

Laxus sighed and caressed the screen again. "I will. Love ya."

The screen blipped as the video vanished. Freed still sat there, staring at it sadly, already missing Laxus.

"Good night," he said to the blank monitor.

He looked over their king size bed and around at the room filled with his and Laxus' things. The house was too quiet, and the bed felt so large without him. Freed rose off the mattress, washed up in the bathroom, pulled a housecoat on, and walked out to the kitchen. He opted for a quick salad and poured himself a glass of wine. Then he sat on the couch with the meal and turned on the television to watch some anime to cheer himself out of his loneliness.

Next Chapter: "Dream Lover"

A/N: The love egg is partly based on the Dolce 10 Function App Controlled Bluetooth Vibrator. Some of these new vibrators work over WiFi with an in-app purchase, for long-distance usage. They can also be synced up with audio books. Imagine listening to "Catch the Thunder," and your vibrator begins to purr every time Laxus touches Freed. (I wish I knew how to make something like that!)

(Note: AFF considered posting the link to the Dolce as "advertising" although it was meant only as a reference. Still, I have removed the link in compliance with their rules.)

This chapter also introduces something many readers have been demanding: the violet wand. This form of electro-stimulation delivers a mild voltage, up to 50,000v. We'll see more of this toy that is totally perfect for the Thunder God. Violet wands range anywhere from $25 "facial therapy" wands to $800 deluxe high voltage kits with multiple toy attachments. Of course, I imagine Freed and Laxus decided to buy the very best.

(Again, AFF says that posting a link to the 5-Star Tesla Violet Wand Kit is "advertising" as opposed to my intent of referencing my inspiration for this chapter, but I am complying and removing the link.)

For anyone wanting to see what these look like, AO3 allows me to post pics and in-text links.

(Apparently AFF also doesn't allow me to post the link to THIS EXACT SAME STORY HOSTED ON ANOTHER SITE. So if you want to see reference pictures and reference links to the items used in this chapter so you can visualize them, look up "Rhov" on ArchiveOfOurOwn.org (AO3). Wonderfully versatile site, far less restrictive than FFN or AFF.)
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