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Fight Me, Bite Me	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 39446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 47

Vertical Suspension

Gray felt something incredible. Maybe it was a wet dream. Wet dreams were nice, pure pleasure with no guilt, just messy sheets in the morning. The mouth pleasuring him was hot, wet, and voracious. It was an intense delight and made him hum in his sleep. The dream felt so real; he could hear the wet sounds of lips sliding up and down his cock and feel the roughness of a tongue slithering around. Best damn dream ever!
As the sensation of being sucked and licked intensified, it broke through sleepiness. This was no nocturnal fantasy. He forced open his dry eyes and saw pink hair down at his groin.
"N-Natsu," he tried to say, but his throat felt parched. The fiery mouth relentlessly pleasured him. Gray cursed under his breath at just how good Natsu could suck him. "What do you think you're doing?"
Natsu languidly dragged his tongue around the flared head. He planted a kiss onto the tiny leaking slit and answered simply, "Enjoying myself." Then he went back down on him, sucking wetly.
It felt so damn good! Gray had always thought that Natsu gave the best blow jobs. Then Natsu pressed the cock to the back of his throat and angled to take it in deeper. Gray felt himself slide into that narrow throat and the blazing heat brewing within.
"Ah, Natsu!" He pressed a hand down, carefully easing him away.
The Dragon Slayer pulled up with a worried look. "Is that not good?"
"No! It's great."
He wanted so badly to just enjoy this like he normally would, a wonderful wakeup, Natsu sucking him, a blow job before breakfast: he sometimes teasingly called Natsu his cocksucker alarm clock. However, this was not a normal time, not after what happened between them earlier. Yesterday, Natsu had not even wanted to be touched. Now, he was naked and sensual.
"Are you okay?" he asked, hesitating to say too much, but knowing he could not enjoy it if he was worrying.
Natsu gave a light shrug. "Yeah," he said, as if the question was silly.
"I mean … earlier." Gray bit his lip, wondering how much he could say without crossing some invisible border into a taboo subject. Natsu had said last night, he was not ready to talk about whatever he had experienced.
Natsu took Gray's hand and squeezed his fingers. "I'm good," he assured.
Still, Gray felt hesitant. It felt like too drastic of a change. For a week, Natsu had been completely against anything intimate and barely able to kiss. "You mentioned … stuff in the past … what he did to you."
That goddamned fucking bastard had made a mere child give him hand jobs and forced Natsu to swallow his cum. Gray's brow tightened as the urge to go back in time and kill that sick psycho ran through his mind for the hundredth time. Now Natsu was doing the same thing that man had forced him to do. It felt weird, wrong, and it worried Gray. Was this therapeutic? Was it going to scar Natsu worse?
He looked at Natsu with worry. "Are you sure doing this is okay?"
Natsu dropped his head. "Gray…"
"I know we shouldn't talk about it—"
"No, we should," Natsu cut in. He sat up, but he stayed between Gray's legs. When he spoke, it was uncharacteristically solemn. "I want to do this … to you. It's like assuring myself, that past is gone. What happened then—" He broke off and looked aside as the scene flashed through his mind. "—was really … awful … but I'm better, and I have you, and I want to do this with you."
Hearing that was nice, but Gray wondered if Natsu was pushing himself too soon after his memories returned. "Natsu…"
"The past is gone," he insisted, "and the present is here—" He pointed straight down. "—and it's you, and it's this love between us."
Gray cringed slightly, remembering what he had said to Natsu last night while he was asleep. However, it did not seem like Natsu had any memory or was even awake when Gray confessed his emotions.
Natsu rubbed his hands up Gray's thighs, glancing at the erection. Then he gazed straight at Gray and said firmly, "This is what I want."
Gray still felt worried for him, but if this was therapeutic then he would give in no matter what. He felt Natsu trying to entice him into more with those hot hands caressing up and down his legs and hips. What an incorrigible boyfriend!
"Well, I'm not gonna argue."
"You better not." Natsu dived down, bobbing fast on him, and Gray's head threw back with a groan of pleasure. Then Natsu gave a long, slow slurp all the way until the cock popped out of his mouth. He gazed up with a predatory smirk and threatened, "I might have to tie you up."
He kept sucking, feeling Gray's cock pound into the back of his throat, inundating himself in the smell, the taste, the feel, everything. He wanted everything of Gray, and to be fully in this moment, this place, this action, this man!
"Oh God!"
Hearing Gray's sensual moan made Natsu twinge below. He was already turned on just by the smell of arousal, but he had been ignoring it. As Gray now panted and began to writhe on the sheets, Natsu's own need was increasing. He looked up with glazed eyes and a moist chin.
"Gray."
"Yeah?" he asked, lost in pleasure.
"Are you good for more?"
Gray opened his eyes and looked down at the starving lust in that round face. "Dammit, I'm hardly even awake."
"I know." He slid up, rubbing his body against Gray's, purposely dragging himself over that sensitive erection until Gray trembled. Natsu pulled himself all the way up until he could gaze straight down into Gray's face. He was sleepy, his black hair stuck out unruly, he had a slight yellow crust on his eyelashes, yet his cheeks were flushed and his body a mottled pale and pink. It amused Natsu to see Gray so aroused despite sleepiness. "You're sexy when you're like this."
Gray turned his face aside in embarrassment. "Natsu."
"I want you." He sat up on Gray's hips and reached back to spread his butt cheeks.
Gray saw and panicked. "Natsu!"
He paused and looked down, worried about the protest in Gray's shout. "Is it okay?"
Damn those puppy eyes! How could he say no when Natsu looked so eager? "Y-Yeah."
Was this still therapy? Was it desperate need? Was it just hormones? Did any of that matter?
"You want to do this?" he asked. That was the important thing. Why Natsu would want sex first thing in the morning, that did not matter, not anymore. Just so long as it was safe psychologically.
"Yeah," he answered with assurance.
Gray reached up and caressed Natsu's cheek. Natsu leaned into those fingers for a moment. Then he took hold of Gray's cock, aligned themselves, and slowly sank onto him, piercing himself. Gray moaned loudly as he entered that heat. Natsu was always so burning inside, almost painful, yet incredible. He heard a soft whimper, and he forced his weary eyes open to see the flinching discomfort. Natsu was only using his own saliva, not lube. Still, he forced his way down, not stopping until Gray was all the way inside. Then he held still, struggling to adjust to Gray's girth.
"Natsu…" he whispered in awe.
Gradually, Natsu relaxed, and his eyes opened, grinning down into that wintry gaze. "I wanna do this." He raised his hips up and slowly slid back down. "I want you," Natsu whispered. "I want it to be just you."
Gray groaned at the feel of submerging into that heat. Natsu thrust down again, over and over, using these sensations to focus on the moment. He spit on his hand and added that below to make it a little easier. The added wetness made it better. He could move faster, harder, really rocking his hips down onto Gray. The ice wizard hissed, feeling himself getting worked up way too fast.
"Oh … God!" he cried, clawing into the mattress.
Natsu paused, not wanting Gray to come too soon. "I want to thank you…" Slowly, he raised his hips. "…for helping me…" He pressed down, dragging out the pleasure. "…for doing all that."
Gray shuddered and grabbed Natsu's hips, needing to hold onto something.
He paused again, holding still this time. "Gray."
"Yeah?" he shuddered.
Natsu held his cheek, and Gray opened his eyes to see that beloved face smiling down at him. "Really. Thank you," he said with heartfelt gratitude.
Gray chuckled and squeezed Natsu's hips. "Anytime."
Their gaze lingered, filled with thanks and with relief. Then, without much warning, Natsu started up again, undulating his hips and setting into a rhythm. Gray's whole body was rocked as his cock slid in and out. Natsu whined as he found where he liked and kept moving to hit it over and over. His stomach began to coil. He wanted Gray to touch him, or to touch himself.
Suddenly, his mind saw something. He flinched and thrust the memory aside, but the poisonous thought still lingered.
"C-Can you … ice my hands?"
"Where?" Gray asked quickly, expecting that much already.
Natsu gave shorter movements, shallow thrusts, dragging it out longer. "I still want to touch you." His palms ran up the muscular, pale chest, and Natsu groaned sensually. "I like to touch you."
That desperate look melted Gray. "Shoulders," he demanded.
"Yeah, this works good." He placed his hands up on the shoulders. "Is this okay for you?"
Gray had a gleam in his eyes. "Definitely!"
With a pale glow, ice formed over his skin and encased Natsu's hands and wrists.
"Nngh! Cold. Ah!"
Gray smiled at seeing that delicious discomfort and the blush Natsu got from pain. "Do what you want now. Anything you want," he whispered, leaning back and letting Natsu decide what was safe for himself with his current mentality.
Natsu blushed at being granted the chance to take control, at least a little. "I just want to be with you," he said, sliding up and back down Gray's shaft. "To feel you inside me."
Gray moaned as he felt Natsu's heat sheathing him, his body in motion, and his iced hands clawing into his skin. "Oh God," he hissed. He knew he should probably tense up his stomach, try to hold back longer, but he was too sleepy. He wanted to enjoy this without worrying about how fast or slow it went. "Nngh … Natsu!"
"Yeah?"
"Ah," he cried out, arching in pleasure. "Speed up!"
Natsu chuckled deviously, leaned over until his nose was against Gray's, and asked in wicked delight, "Is it good?"
"Yes…" Gray hissed. "Come on!"
Natsu obeyed. He rocked his hips now, riding Gray harder, thrusting onto his cock and moaning in slight pain. He watched Gray's face grimacing, the tension building, teeth gritting, fingers squeezing, stomach muscles clenching, until suddenly…
"Shit! Shi- … Ah. Ahhh!"
Gray grabbed Natsu's hips and slammed in hard. Natsu was forced to stop, and he felt the surge filling him so full, it dripped back down. The feel, the smell, and the sensation of fullness made him quiver, while Gray shuddered hard under him, gasping and weary.
"Dammit," Gray groaned, sinking back down. He had to laugh. This flame-brain idiot was too good sometimes. He hated how Natsu made him lose control, and he secretly loved it. He swallowed, his parched throat worse with the panting and moaning. He seriously needed a drink now.
Natsu watched with a satisfied smile as Gray came down from his orgasm. He was handsome anyway, but like this he was incredible. Something about seeing Gray worn out, either from fighting or sex, tickled him inside. "You okay?"
"Yeah." He sighed and laughed at his own exhaustion. "Sorry that was so fast."
Natsu smirked haughtily. "Was I that good?"
Gray shook his head in a silent laugh. "Shut up." He huffed a bit more, but he saw Natsu still erect with a shiny line of pre-cum dripping down. "Hey, get off."
"All right."
Natsu shifted up and felt cum dribble back out. Gray dispersed the icy binds and slowly slid to the floor onto his knees.
"Wha-?" Natsu began to ask.
"Sit on the edge," Gray ordered.
"Okay…" With uncertainty, Natsu shuffled around, but then Gray pulled him up onto his feet. "Ah, wait!"
Gray crawled closer on his knees until he was right at Natsu's groin.
"What are you doing?" Natsu asked in astonishment.
He smirked up at him. "Like this."
"Gray?"
"Thrust into my mouth."
A flinch passed over Natsu's face, and he tensed up. Something dark was in the back of his mind now.
"It's okay. You can do that," he encouraged, remembering Natsu's first blow job and how wonderful it had been. He wanted to pay back that experience.
Natsu shook his head and looked aside as a shadow passed through his mind.
"Come on, what's wrong?"
What was wrong? Even he did not fully know. This was not something new between them, yet this time it was different. "I'll try," Natsu said timidly.
Gray laughed at what he mistook as mere bashfulness. "We've done this before."
"Yeah," he agreed, and he tried to firm up. "Y-Yeah, we have."
It should be no different. He and Gray had lots of experience now in oral sex. He could not even count how many times he had done this same thing, seeing Gray on his knees, thrusting into his mouth, that wetness and warmth and incredible suction.
So why did the idea chill him now?
Trying to push aside his doubts, he ran his fingers through Gray's raven hair. He had done this before! It was no different! Gray licked up his shaft with encouragement, and Natsu gulped. Slowly, he let his cock pass through the waiting lips.
It was a feel he knew, one he loved. It should be fine. It was the same as always. And it felt good. Incredible! Gray's hands wrapped around, grasping his butt cheeks, pulling him eagerly to go deeper. He felt his cock hit the back of the throat. His hands tensed up within Gray's hair, scratching at the scalp. He looked down, holding that dark head, thrusting into those lips, fucking Gray's mouth.
Something shattered in his mind.
"N-No. No!" he screamed, yanking back. His legs hit the edge of the bed, and Natsu collapsed onto the mattress. He pulled his knees up and hugged himself into a ball. "No," he trembled.
"Natsu?" Gray asked sharply.
Tears poured down, much to his annoyance. "No! I can't."
"Natsu!"
Gray scrambled up and sat beside Natsu on the bed, hugging around the trembling shoulders. A panic attack? Why? What the hell happened? This was nothing different, nothing they had not done dozens of times before. What the hell happened? Gray held onto him as the Dragon Slayer shook.
"Natsu, what's wrong?"
"Can't … I can't…" he whispered. Then Natsu lashed out in anger. He hit the lamp by the bed and threw it across the room. It smashed into the wall, and the bulb shattered. "DAMMIT!"
Gray was stunned by the anger. "Natsu, it's okay," he insisted.
"No!" He sniffed up snot and punched the pillow in frustration. "Dammit!"
He wished the tears would stop, and the shaking, and the memories, and everything. Why now? Why for this? They had done it before. From the beginning, before they were dating, this much had been okay. It should be no different. He huffed, feeling like the most fucked up person in the world, some mental mess so screwed up in the head that he could not even enjoy a blow job from his boyfriend.
Gray held him loosely, unsure what to do except stay there and whisper his name.
Natsu scrubbed away some tears. In emotional weariness, he breathed out softly, "I'm sorry."
"What is it?" he asked, wishing he could help somehow.
Natsu snuffled up more snot. What is it? He wished he knew. Or he wished he could say it in a way that made sense without getting into details. Coldness settled onto him, and he shivered out more tears as his desires clashed with what happened last night.
"Y'know, I feel better … in a way," he added with a weak laugh. Then he looked up to Gray, shattered and miserable. "And I feel like I've just taken ten steps back." His head fell, glaring at his cock, now softening, and to his hands.
Those hands! Blood on his hands. So much blood. That man's blood. Other people's blood. His own blood. His own … blood! Natsu felt sick and pulled himself in tighter.
Gray rubbed his shaking arms. Natsu actually felt cold, and it worried him. "It's all right," he whispered, wishing he could pull Natsu out of this.
The Dragon Slayer scoffed. "No, it's not." How was any of this all right?
"Natsu," he sighed. "Look, we … we'll figure it out again, okay? We'll figure out what … what's okay." He rested his cheek on Natsu's shoulder, keeping his arms around him as he whispered, "We'll figure it out."
Natsu was glad Gray was there, and he was being understanding, but that made him feel worse. Gray had worked so hard to get him to this point. Now he was back to panicking and crying in horrific flashbacks. He could not stop his tears and the anger. It pissed him off. He hated this! He hated feeling so weak.
"Heal at your own pace," Gray insisted. "That's what we both have to do … and take your time. Seriously." He rubbed Natsu's arms and still felt tension in them. "I saw how deep you went last night." So deep! Deeper than he ever imagined. What had he seen? Natsu said he was not ready to talk about it, and this showed it was affecting him still. Gray gave him a kiss on the pink hair. He pulled Natsu's chin over and insisted gently, "Take your time."
New tears came, hotter and soothing. "Thanks." He turned his face away. Gray was so understanding, it was painful to be weak in front of him. Then Natsu chuckled softly. "At least I can give you a blow job."
"Heh, and I can still take your ass."
"Yeah." Natsu smiled and gazed longingly at Gray. "I like that."
Gray began to lean in for a kiss. "Me too."
Natsu stared at his lips, wanting them, wanting everything, to fall into his arms and love him and be loved in return. He wanted to be Gray's beloved, his bitch, his everything. He leaned in closer, smelling Gray's morning breath, feeling the permeating chill of his body, and wanting it all. Then suddenly, he turned his face aside at the last second. It was too soon; his mind still trembled and his heart still ached with darkness. He cringed in shame.
"I'm sorry…"
"Hey, don't worry."
Gray leaned back and ran his hand through his messy hair. He still had tangles from sleeping and thought to himself that maybe he needed a haircut. He tried to act casual, hoping to cast aside the awkwardness, but Natsu did not move. He looked lost in thought, or maybe in nightmares, visions of the past, things he had seen or done or had done to him, horrors so dark he had buried them in his mind and still could not talk about them.
Gray feared that Natsu would pull away, trying to distance himself. He did not want that. It took so long for them to get to this point. Things had seemed like they were going good.
Why did it all have to go to hell again? How could he make this better?
It was like starting over again.
Hmm … starting over…
"What if…?" Gray began to say, but he halted. "Maybe this is a bad idea."
"What?" Natsu looked up curiously, privately desperate for anything that might help, because he truly had no clue what to do on his own.
"When we first started out…" Gray hesitated, but whispered, "…you had to be forced."
"… Yeah."
Natsu remembered those days. Simply ejaculating had been a terrifying thing, and he had to trick his mind into thinking he was helpless to stop it. That was a dark time for him now. So much had changed. He had healed so much from those days. In just a few months, he changed. He had been someone who only came in wet dreams, fantasies of being tied up and forced against his will, someone who had to resort to rape fantasy just to accept what his partner was doing, bound with sadistic forcefulness while screaming to stop. Now, he loved indulging in the pleasure Gray gave him, and although certain aspects were still a challenge—he had to be restrained before the moment of ejaculation or else be so into the moment that he did not feel fear—still, he had progressed to the point of desperately wanting sex.
Gray cautiously asked, "What if we try that again? It seemed to work."
Natsu stared incredulously. "Wh-wh-what do you mean?"
Try it again? Rape fantasy? His days of needing to think of it as a forced act, distancing himself from it, pretending for his own sanity that he did not want this, were over. Or so he thought. Could this work? It did in the past. Did he really have to go back to square one? That was a huge disappointment. All that work, all that healing! All for nothing.
Gray kept his face calm, inviting, but patient in case this was a bad plan. "I could tie you up, just like earlier."
Uncertain but curious, Natsu asked, "Tie my hands up … hanging?"
"Yeah. Only this time, instead of flogging you…" Gray's hand slid up Natsu's naked thigh, and his eyes narrowed salaciously. "…I'm gonna suck the hell out of you!"
Natsu let out a groan, part desire, part trepidation. He looked around the room, seeking something to stabilize him as his mind swirled. He wanted it! He feared it! He felt aroused just thinking about it, and it made his blood run cold.
"I … I—I…"
"It won't be you doing that to me," Gray cut in, figuring out on his own that this was a big part of the problem. "It'll be me forcing you." He watched, but Natsu shivered and could not look at him. Maybe this was worse. He had no clue what happened in the past, how to help, what would make it worse, and he did not want to push Natsu into talking about something when he obviously was not mentally ready. Gray instantly second-guessed himself. "O-Or is that bad?" he stuttered. "I mean—"
"N-No, no…" Natsu said, but he could not stop from shivering. Desires and phobias were battling in his brain, and he hoped the phobias lost because damn that sounded hot.
"Is that going to trigger anything?" Gray asked in genuine concern.
Natsu felt happy that he was so attentive, but he had to shrug. At this point, he had no clue what his triggers were anymore. Blow jobs had never been an issue. "W-Well, um…" He tried to think how to say it. "He never did that."
Gray brow flinched just slightly. "He never—?"
"Sucked on me," Natsu supplied.
"Well that's good." Gray rubbed more enticingly up Natsu's thighs. "Only I get to."
"Yeah…" Those cold touches made him shiver. "Y-Yeah." To be forced again! The thrill, the danger, the ability to cast aside responsibilities and pretend he had no control! He wanted it and fear it. It was advancing out of his current rut, but it was also slipping back into an old habit he thought he had ditched.
"Is this bad?" Gray asked again, not sure what Natsu's conflicting facial expressions were about.
Natsu lifted his eyes to him. "Let's try it. I'll see." He hoped it worked, not just for himself, but for Gray, for them both, to move past this and reclaim their relationship. "Just warning you, this is going to push me."
Gray figured it would. "Safeword."
"I know." Still, Natsu gulped and shivered. "I know," he repeated softer, "and I'll use it."
Needing safewords, needing something that went beyond screaming No, stop it. He remembered those moments in the past with Gray, struggling against him, pretending it was unwanted. When had it changed? When had he gotten better? He wanted to get better again.
"I need to get over this," he said softly, wanting to get themselves back to where they had been, angry at himself for such a massive setback.
Gray clasped his shoulder and looked sternly into those narrow eyes. "Don't go too far."
Natsu took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I won't, and you always pull me back."
Gray saw the love and confidence in those slanted eyes. "That's right."
It was a promise between them. He would always be ready to pull Natsu away from the edge and yank him out of the pit, no matter how deep he went. He wanted to always be the one Natsu could rely on. Now, he needed him again.
"All right, get up," Gray ordered, naturally slipping into the role of a dominant. He felt far more comfortable this way, giving orders and seeing them being followed.
Natsu rose and stood firm.
"Hands up."
Natsu shoved his arms out, wrists together, as if surrendering into police custody. Instead of handcuffs, Gray pulled forward the rope he had used last night. He threaded it carefully and began to coil, tying Natsu's wrists together.
"Ah!" he cried out.
"Too tight?"
"N-No, no. It's fine."
"Okay." He continued to coil, being mindful of where the rope would pull. Suddenly, Natsu flinched in pain, and Gray instantly stopped. "Are you okay?"
He tried to loosen his face out of its cringe. "It's just a little tender from yesterday."
"All right. I'll do the knot looser."
"No!" Natsu shouted, startling Gray. Softer, he said, "No, I want it that tight." Want it? It was more than just a masochistic want. "I need it that tight," he added, knowing that was closer to the truth. He did not trust himself, just like back then. He had to be forced, and he needed to be restrained tight enough so he could not break out and hurt someone. He did not trust himself and his bloody instincts.
Gray watched him cautiously, but he saw more than just need. There was desire as well. Natsu needed pain, just like he needed it last night, but his eyes gleamed at the return of something familiar. Perhaps they had moved past needing this, but that did not mean Natsu stopped liking it. Giving up everything, pretending to be forced, being thrilled by the lack of control, was a nice experience from time to time.
"All right. Tight it is!"
He yanked the rope harder, knowing he very well might leave red marks, if not bruises. Still, if it helped Natsu, then it was what he needed to do. He formed another hook of ice on the ceiling, tossed the rope over it, and took the free end. He spent a few seconds to admire the scene, Natsu standing there naked, his hands bound in front of him, modestly covering his genitals, yet still he had flogging marks from the night before, welts and pink lines and that one on his back that had bled. He was quite a sight to behold.
And he's all mine!
"Tell me when it's too tight."
Natsu nodded fervently.
"Goin' up!"
Gray hoisted the rope, and Natsu allowed his arms to be raised. His shoulders were still stiff, but the stretching felt good. Then a muscle pulled just a little oddly.
"O-Okay, okay!" he cried out.
Gray laughed quietly and sadistically. He stopped and slackened the line. "You all right?"
"Ow, my shoulders hurt," he cringed. He rotated his arms, and one shoulder finally popped.
"Is it bad?"
"No." He moved his arms until the strain was less. "N-No, this is…" He paused. He was trapped! He was bound up! The mentality alone was incredible. "Wow," he breathed with an airy laugh. Lacking freedom, feeling pain, being restrained: it was everything he loved. It was not enough, though. "Can you go a little higher?"
"How high?"
"Until I'm barely on my feet."
Gray had read about suspension and knew that being vertical like this posed problems with blood circulation. Pulling even tighter could also dislocate Natsu's shoulder. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Natsu answered eagerly. "I want to be on the tips of my toes."
Gray figured Natsu knew what he mentally needed. He gave a complaisant shrug. "Aw'right."
He pulled hard, and slowly Natsu rose higher. His shoulders stretched, his wrists burned, his fingers felt fat from swelling, and he was pulled off his heels until only his toes were on the carpet. Then Gray quickly knotted the rope to the bedpost. He hated to take his eyes off of Natsu for even a second in this new and potentially dangerous position, so he turned back attentively as soon as he secured the line.
"How are you?" he asked quickly.
Natsu breathed hard. Discomfort and even a bit of fear from hanging like this made his lungs shudder. "Good!" he gasped.
"Ya gonna be okay like that?"
"Mm-hmm," he hummed, struggling to keep on his toes.
Gray looked unconvinced. "Seriously, you're dangling."
"I know." Natsu had a wildly elated gleam in his eyes. It was obvious that this was something intensely arousing to him. "I can still feel the ground," he assured, but added with a laugh, "barely."
"Okay, we can't leave you up like this for too long. It'll be bad on your hands." Gray knew he had to hurry. He wasted no time and knelt in front of Natsu. "Are you ready?"
Natsu snarled, "Don't ask, just do it."
Gray was amused by that lusty growl. However, he was still worried about his inexperience in suspension. So much could go wrong. "Are you sure you are okay?"
Natsu opened his eyes and smiled down at Gray. "It feels amazing!" he exclaimed, wishing he could find the right words. "I'm totally out of control, Gray. I can barely touch the ground."
"Yeah." His hands ran up Natsu's thighs, steadying his imbalanced stance. "And now … payback!"
Gray devoured him immediately, and Natsu let out a shuddering cry. Gray was not taking his time at all. He sucked hard and bobbed his head quickly.
"Gray," Natsu wailed. It was good, so good! It was scary and forceful and painful and so fucking incredible. "Gray!"
He hummed and pulled back just enough to order him, "Say my name." Then he pounded down again.
"Nngh, Gray," the Dragon Slayer moaned lustfully.
This was something he loved, having Gray's mouth on him, having that wet heat, and smelling the scent of Gray's saliva as he drooled so much, it slid down his shaft, to his balls, and got his thighs wet. Gray smiled around his cock and kept sucking, finding a good angle for his throat. He reached up and wiped some drool from his chin and neck, but he did not stop.
Natsu looked down, and he saw that head right at his groin. He smiled lovingly, but suddenly it was like the room went dark. His vision changed. He saw something he never wanted to remember.
Natsu gasped and tried to pull away, but he lost footing and was truly dangling for a moment until his toes found their grip again. He let out a scream, wanting to scramble away, but being unable to move. He began to hyperventilate and thrashed on the rope as he shoved aside the hatred and fear that tried to bubble up.
Gray pulled back in worry. "Natsu?"
"Don't stop!" he screamed, gasping in terror now. "Please, don't stop."
Gray stroked him and kept kissing up and down his shaft, yet he watched a little closer in worry. "Safeword."
"I know!" He cringed as Gray refused to stop touching. "It's not…"
It wasn't that bad, but it was bad. He wanted this to be Gray, not … never…
He looked down again, but the flashback was not gone, the hallucination of past horrors would not go away.
"N-No!" he screamed, thrashing and not even caring that he was dangling from hands now going numb. "No! No, no…"
It was not a safeword!
"Too bad," Gray growled, holding onto his hips and forcing him. Natsu knew the safeword; he had used it before. Gray trusted Natsu to decide for himself how much was too much. His job was to thrust him past this and heal his soul.
Natsu shuddered and screamed as Gray became relentless, even rough, holding his hips in a bruising grip. This had never happened in the past. That man had never sucked on Natsu, never gave him a blow job, often said he would never stoop to the level of sucking off a kid. Besides, cum was unusable if it had saliva all over it.
Unusable cum…
He let that be a focus to pull him back into the present. That man never offered to do this. Only Gray had sucked his cock.
"G-Gray…" He said the name unstably, clinging onto that name like a drowning man grasping a piece of driftwood. "Gray." He moaned as the chill dissolved and burning pleasure filled him. "Nngh, Gray!"
Gray smiled and pulled back a little. "That's right. Say my name, bitch."
Bitch. His bitch. Gray's bitch. He almost wanted the collar. He wanted to be Gray's bitch this time.
"Oh damn, that feels good!" Natsu shivered as Gray continued to be aggressive and relentless. "Nngh, Gray … Gray … Gray!" He chanted that name over and over as he heard the wet slurps. Loud, soft, growling, whimpering, he just needed to keep saying that name, and it was all better. It was Gray. Gray!
His stomach coiled tightly, but his body was so stretched and strained, he did not fully feel it until he sensed the impending rush. He was about to come. Natsu gasped as the familiar tingle built and he knew it was too late.
"No!" he shrieked, pulling away and shaking his hips. "No. No, don't…"
"Go on," Gray growled, massaging Natsu's balls to urge him. "It's me!"
"Gray…"
It was Gray. Gray was doing this. Gray wanted it. He wanted Gray. God, more than anything, he wanted Gray, and wanted the pleasure Gray gave him. This was now, here, and it was Gray.
Natsu looked down and saw the scar on Gray's forehead. He focused purely on that scar as he felt the first surge gushing out. He watched and made sure it was Gray's hair, Gray's closed eyes, Gray's mouth accepting the bitter taste, and that scar. Natsu was there when he got that scar on Galuna Island. Only Gray had a scar like that. Only Gray had ever wanted to give Natsu a blow job.
As it all rushed out, Natsu felt the darkness crumbling. This was Gray. From now on, it would always be Gray to do this. Only Gray. Exclusively Gray. That made Natsu relax, knowing he had nothing to fear, because Gray was the only one. His one-and-only. His kainushi.
Slowly, Gray pulled back and swallowed. He caught his breath and kept swallowing to get all of the cum down. Gently, he licked the softening cock clean. Then as it hung back down, shrunken and hooded amidst pink wiry curls, he tenderly kissed it. He sat back on his heels and smiled up at Natsu.
"You taste pretty damn good."
Natsu watched all of this, and he laughed softly. Those fears seemed so stupid now. It would always be no one else but Gray. However, worries were hard to forget. "You swallowed it?" he asked, wanting to be certain.
"Yes."
"Good … good." That was a silly fear too. When had Gray ever broken that promise to always swallow after a blow job? He kept to their set boundaries and respected them. Gray had always taken care of his needs.
Worried a little, Gray rubbed a hand up Natsu's thigh. "Did you fight past it?"
"Yeah," he said with a nod. "It's you. It's not—" His words cut off sharply, and Gray saw the flinch in his face. "It's not anything else." He sounded defeated. The darkness … it was still there, it was still terrifying, yet he had battled it and won. Softly, wearily, but with determination, he repeated, "It's you."
"That's right." Gray raised to his feet and stood dominantly in front of Natsu. He held the Dragon Slayer's chin in a tight grip. "It's me," he said sternly, and a sly smile rose to his lips. "No one else can have their mouth around you."
Natsu cringed. His face yanked out of Gray's fingers, and his breathing went erratic for a few seconds before he forced himself to calm down.
Gray pulled his hand back at the unexpected panicking. What the hell just happened? "You okay?"
It took a few seconds to calm his heart enough before he faintly whispered, "Yeah…" Even he knew that did not sound like he was truly okay. The darkness! Memories! He looked up with sad eyes. His voice was tiny and scared as he begged, "Don't ever say that again … please."
What he said? About no one else having their mouth around Natsu? Had that happened? But he said that man in the past never gave him a blow job. What had happened then? Maybe it was some toy that man had used that Natsu was just now remembering. Maybe it was someone else. Maybe it was unrelated to that incident, but still a trigger. What the hell happened?
"Okay…" Gray wanted to know, but he was worried that asking now was bad timing. "Natsu—"
"Don't!"
The shout jolted Gray. Definitely, bad time to ask! Natsu was shaking, and his dropped head rocked back and forth, shaking in a negative.
The words were a mere wisp. "Don't ask."
Gray felt isolated from Natsu, like he was being pushed away. He wanted to pull Natsu to him, smother him, and crush away that darkness. However, he needed to give Natsu time to sort this out on his own. Something awful had come back to him, some forgotten memory, repressed because it was so horrific. It took such a long, long time before Natsu admitted to Gray about that man in the past. Gray sighed in acceptance as he realized it would take Natsu just as long, maybe longer, to feel comfortable enough to confess whatever he recalled last night.
Gray just had to help him heal and wait until that time.
He stepped back to show he would not smother him. "Okay. Tell me when you are ready."
"Yeah," he said softly, and muttered so low, Gray did not catch it. "Hopefully."
How could he ever heal from this? Natsu felt like it was impossible. It took so many years before he could freely talk about that man in the past. Would it take years for this? Would it ever happen? This was so much worse. So … so much worse! What happened to him, what happened to others, the blood and the screams and the pain and the madness … he seriously doubted if he could ever fully get over it.
Then he looked up to Gray. Would he even accept Natsu as a lover if he knew the truth? Gray already knew Natsu killed that man in the past, and it shocked him. Still, he accepted it and did not hold that murderous act against Natsu. But what about this? What about everything else? Natsu truly feared that Gray would leave him if he knew. Of course he would leave! Any sane person would hate him and run away. He was beyond redemption. Even Makarov never forgave him.
The thought of losing Gray scared him the most.
"Let's get you down."
The voice and the movement pulled Natsu out of his dark thoughts. He realized he was hurting, and his hands had gone numb. His toes were aching, and all of his muscles were pulled taut. When Gray loosened the rope, Natsu dropped flat to his feet, but his legs collapsed under him.
"Ow, Gray!"
Arms were swiftly around him. Gray smiled as he held Natsu up. "I got you."
Natsu looked at him in awe and felt so…
… so protected!
He wanted this man, these arms, this love. He never wanted to lose it. He could not tell Gray the truth, not yet. If he lost this … he had no idea if he could keep going on. He realized with a bit of comedy that he had actually come to rely solely on the man whom he had despised and argued with for years. His rival! Now his lover.
Natsu rested his head on Gray's shoulder, surrendering to him, grasping and realizing he was truly a helpless idiot. Gray squeezed him tighter, and Natsu melted in those arms.
"I really liked that," he said wearily.
"We'll definitely do it again."
"Yeah."
He wondered if this was going to be how he needed things again, always tied up, always restrained. Not just when he was about to come, but constantly. As he felt the tingle of blood returning to his limbs, he realized that maybe this wasn't such a bad thing. It felt amazing! And Gray obviously liked it.
"You'd have to put a good hook up in your ceiling at home."
Gray chuckled softly. "I'm not sure if the neighbors would like it if I pulled the whole roof down."
Natsu looked up into his face and seductive whispered, "I liked it."
"Yeah," he moaned.
Gray saw the life and energy in those eyes, so different from the dead eyes that haunted him yesterday. He gave Natsu a kiss, and the soft sigh between those hot lips urged him. He kissed again, and Natsu's hold around him tightened. Their tongue twirled, and Gray squeezed him tighter. They began to make out, right there, Natsu in Gray's arms, barely even on his own feet as those powerful arms held up his weight. Gray opened his eyes briefly and looked at the rope still around Natsu's wrists. If it helped Natsu to recover… hell, Gray had always loved restraining people. He was ecstatic to do this. Knowing Natsu liked it and needed it was a bonus.
Gray pulled back, and Natsu hungrily tried to follow his mouth. He felt empty air and pouted at having the taste taken away.
"Let's get cleaned up."
Natsu softly agreed. Gray settled him onto his feet, and once stable enough to stand on his own, he undid the coils around the wrists. This time, they had been much tighter, and Natsu had lost his footing many times. He had deep redness on the wrists that would turn into bruises. Gray massaged the arms to promote circulation and checked each of Natsu's fingers to make sure they could move. Natsu's hands were in pins-and-needles, but he could still move them well enough. Then Gray tried to pull him along, but Natsu stumbled.
"Can you walk?"
Natsu stood still for a moment as he regained balance. He laughed at how pathetic this was. "My toes hurt a little."
Gray wrapped his arm around Natsu's waist. "Take it easy. I've got you."
"Thanks," Natsu muttered, blushing that he was so sex-weary, he could barely walk.
They slowly made their way to the bathroom. There was a toilet, a sink, and a glass-enclosed shower. Gray walked Natsu over to the toilet where he could expel the cum in his ass.
"Sit down."
Natsu eased onto the toilet seat and quickly felt the release of pressure in his colon. He blushed as the cum dripped out into the water in the toilet bowl, but Gray watched with salacious fascination.
"D-Do you, um, have to go?" Gray offered nervously.
"Um … no." Besides letting the cum out, Natsu did not need the toilet. However, he saw the gleam in Gray's eyes. "Do you?"
"Yeah," he admitted, and laughed softly. "I just woke up. I … haven't … gone yet."
Natsu smirked, knowing his kink. "You want me to watch, huh?"
Gray frowned and looked away. "Well, you don't have to."
Natsu wiped himself clean, then looked up with a sly smile. "Get me in the shower, but leave the door open."
Gray's heart fluttered. Natsu would watch! "A-All right." He helped Natsu up and eased him over to the shower. "It's a small shower stall," he noted. It was a love hotel, after all. They did not have room for a spacious bathtub. At least the shower was barely big enough for two people.
"That's fine. I can still watch you from here."
Gray's throat went dry. "Um … yeah."
He left Natsu standing and resting against the tiled shower with its glass walls. He walked over to the toilet, lifted the seat, and stood in front. Gray took a deep breath and let it out slowly to ease away the sensual excitement of doing this and being watched. Still, he hesitated. It was hard to relax.
"Do it."
The stern order shocked him, but he relaxed quickly. He could allow Natsu to be a little dominant from time to time. At least for this—his personal kink that excited and humiliated him—it was okay to have Natsu ordering him.
Natsu watched as Gray relaxed. He smelled the urine and heard the tinkling. He did not really watch that part. He gazed fully at Gray's face, his blushing cheeks, the pleasure he took in doing this and knowing someone was watching him. It made Natsu smile to know he could please Gray in such a simple thing. It was weird, but if it pleased him, there was no harm to it.
Gray finished and looked over. Those narrow eyes piercing into him were thrilling. "D-Do you … like watching me?" he asked worriedly.
Natsu just smiled passively. "I like watching the faces you make when I watch you."
That sort of answer made Gray's face drop into a passive frown. "But you're not—"
"I'm not into it, but I like watching how much you are into it. You look really erotic."
Gray's face turned red. "Shut up."
Natsu held a hand out. "Come into the shower?"
Gray looked up, so glad to see Natsu inviting him, wanting him, despite all his weird kinks and perverse desires. He suddenly rushed at Natsu and slammed him against the tiled wall. Natsu moaned as his neck was instantly attacked. Gray was not gentle at all this time. He sucked and nipped Natsu's throat in all the places he knew the Dragon Slayer loved. His hands grabbed at that hot body, claiming him as he marked the burning skin. Natsu's nails dug into him, clawing his own marks and hearing the hiss of pain between those attacking lips.
"I love you, Gray," he moaned, trembling.
Gray sneered and bit Natsu's collar bone. "I care for you," he groaned. He bit Natsu again where the neck met the shoulder, harder there, and the cry was sweetly erotic. "So much," he exclaimed, angry he could not say more. "So … damn … much!"
"I know." Natsu held Gray's cringing face and kissed him. "I know."
He kissed him over and over until Gray began to reciprocate again. Finally, they shared a lingering, sweet kiss, tensions gone. Their foreheads rested together, and they smiled at each other. What a mess they both were! They really did need each other. Gray caressed Natsu and sought out the flavors of his mouth. Natsu tasted his own bitterness on Gray's morning-breath tongue, but it was a nice idea having him marked inside like this.
"We'll take it … mmmh … at our own pace," Natsu said between kisses.
"Mm-hmm."
Gray kept kissing his mouth, then moved down, sucking and nipping, never hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave marks all over Natsu's body. Then back up to his lips again. He wanted to kiss Natsu everywhere, to smother him. He finally pulled back and looked at the flushed Dragon Slayer. Natsu's neck was pink from all the roughness, and Gray hoped at least one of those marks would last beyond that day.
Natsu gazed at him. Feeling Gray claiming him reassured him that, despite his renewed issues, Gray wanted him. He wanted Natsu to be his. That was a wonderful relief to his fears.
"I'm so glad," Natsu said, and tears unwillingly came to his eyes. "So glad … you're in my life." He laughed and shook his head in frustration. "Dammit, that sounds stupid to say."
"No, I feel the same way." Gray laughed, caressed his knuckles down Natsu's cheek, and smiled lovingly at him. "Where would we be without one another?"
Natsu said playfully, "Well, our asses wouldn't hurt."
Gray laughed and rested his nose against Natsu's. "Yeah, but I wouldn't be this happy without you."
Hearing that overwhelmed him for a moment. "Gray…" he whispered as his bottom lip trembled. Maybe Gray could not say that dreaded L-word, but these little declarations were deeper than a single word.
Gray looked aside. "It's a stupid thing to say," he muttered, but the way Natsu stroked his face made him want to say even more, even if it was a little embarrassing. "What you said last night." Gray held Natsu's face, and his thumbs tenderly stroked along his cheekbones. In a gentle whisper, feeling moistness on his eyelids, he repeated with unsteady words. "Where have we been … all this time?"
The love in his heart terrified him; it was so intense, it felt like it would burst out in glorious rays of bright emotions. Still, he could not dim that brightness. The Fire Dragon Slayer had burned a branding mark on his soul. He was Natsu's mate, his, no matter what the future held.
Natsu reached up and held Gray's face as well. They looked deeply at one another. After a few seconds, their foreheads leaned together, and they rested against one another, caressing over cheeks and up into pink and black hair. Gray laughed softly at how ridiculously romantic this was. He had never acted like this in the past. He never felt love this profoundly. He never said stupid stuff like this. He never wanted to just stay in a moment and never have it end. He had never wanted—and felt he never needed—romance. Natsu had really rubbed off on him.
And he did not mind one bit.
"I'm so glad we've found one another," Gray whispered, then he laughed wryly and added, "Even if it took a while." He looked deeply into Natsu's eyes and said earnestly, "I'm glad."
Natsu saw all the unspoken love in that face, and it warmed his heart, dispelling the darkness of his past with bright hopes for the future. "Me too."
The shower was not even on yet. They stood there, not kissing, not doing anything erotic, just gazing at each other in silence and tracing the contours of each other's faces. Somehow, despite all the sex and kinks and erotic play, just this much was enough for them. Quiet moments like this, when their hearts were connected and the rush of hormones had subsided, were when Gray knew deep in his soul…
…he wanted no one else but Natsu!
They showered, dressed, and gathered the supplies from last night. It was time to go, although returning to normal life felt so monochrome compared to the incredible experiences of last night and that morning.
"Ready to go?" asked Gray.
"Yeah…" Natsu paused as he saw Gray standing by the door wearing only his pants. "Find your shirt!"
"What? I had it—" Gray looked down and saw his bare chest. "Dammit, where'd it go?" He began to look around to figure out where it had disappeared to this time.
Natsu walked over, picked up the shirt, and held it out. "Here," he said in exasperation.
"Thanks," Gray grumbled, annoyed that this habit of his would never go away.
He pulled it on and began to button it, but he glanced up at Natsu. They were lucky he brought his wrist bands. He definitely would need to wear them for a few days to hide the bruises. As his scarf dipped, Gray also saw hickeys left behind. He knew Natsu's back was a mess as well from being flogged. He would be hurting for a few days with all the bruises.
"So, are you all right?" he asked hesitantly.
Natsu smiled like a beast about to devour its prey and purred, "Definitely."
Gray laughed at how arousing he could be, and he ordered sternly, "Don't look like that."
Natsu smirked and asked innocently, "What?"
"Don't look like that in public," he insisted. Gray finished with his shirt, walked up to Natsu, and tipped his chin up. "I don't want anyone to see that face."
Natsu chuckled, but then he nervously asked, "Can we, um … g-go on a date?"
A date. After everything that had happened between them, he wanted a romantic date. Seriously, this Dragon Slayer was too adorable. "Sure. Where to?"
"I wanna see a movie."
"All right. We'll do that then."
Natsu bounced on his toes in excitement. "Good!" he said, almost giggling in happiness but holding it back.
Gray thought it was cute, how easily Natsu could grin again despite all the darkness from earlier. Of course, he would never tell Natsu that. Simply knowing he helped to bring about these smiles was truly amazing.
They left the room and walked through the hotel hallway. They got into the elevator and rode it down in awkward silence. Before they reached the bottom, Natsu glanced over at Gray, who was staring up at the descending numbers.
"Um, can we, um—"
"What?" asked Gray.
Licking his lips nervously, Natsu reached out. "This?" He wrapped his fingers around Gray's hand.
"Oh!" he gasped, a bit shocked by the bold move.
Just then, the elevator stopped, dinged, and opened. Holding hands, they stepped out. Gray was a little self-conscious, but it was also nice. So many people walked into love hotels all over each other but left alone, hoping not to get caught together. They were leaving like two lovers.
"Your fingers are hot," Gray grumbled.
"Your hands are cold," Natsu complained.
Gray glanced over and saw that Natsu was smiling at the familiar bickering. "I don't really mind."
Those narrow, green eyes glanced up to him with a smile. "Me neither."
Just as they came to the entrance, Gray pulled him to a stop. No customers were in the hotel at this hour. He tipped Natsu's chin up and gave him one last kiss before they went into public. Their hands squeezed together a little tighter, and they stepped out into the morning sunlight.
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