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Catch the Thunder	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 17789 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 47
Like No Tomorrow
Laxus stumbled off a bus, pale and sweaty.
"Sir, your bag!" the driver shouted.
Damn, he did not want to go back onto that metal tube of horror! Luckily someone brought the bag up front to him, Laxus muttered a thanks as he took it, and he collapsed onto the bus stop bench with his head dropped between his knees. The bus driver shook his head, shut the door, and pulled off back into traffic.
Somehow, Laxus had managed not to throw up the whole journey, not in the taxi that took him from the mansion, nor the train ride back into town, nor the bus with its frequent stops and starts. He did not want to be sick and shaky when he got home.
He checked his watch. It was a little after six. Freed would be home by now. The condo was not that far away, but Laxus knew he wanted to stay in tonight. Hell, he wanted to fuck Freed without end! Fuck him not just until morning, but through the next two days, nonstop! However, as he felt now, weak and sick and hungry from the long ride, he wouldn't last a quickie without fainting.
He shouldered his bag and went to a café oddly named The Snake Pit. He and Freed had eaten here a few times since it was close, and they now knew the couple who ran it, a sweet girl named Kinana and her shady boyfriend/partner/whatever named Erik, whom everyone called Cobra. He was quiet, but he cooked some amazing food, while Kinana was the one who served people and stayed social. Laxus decided to eat a light dinner here, guzzling three cups of coffee while he was at it to chase away the haze of all the alcohol he had earlier that afternoon.
While he was finishing a burger and chips, a young woman strode in wearing an angel costume. She chastised Cobra for not being ready for a party they had apparently planned to attend later. Laxus realized he was the only person in the café, and they had probably planned to close early. He shoved the rest of the food in his mouth, gulped it down with the coffee, and laid money on the table.
"That'll cover the bill. Thanks for the grub, Cobra," he hollered, waving as he left.
Kinana hurried to clean the table with Angel tapping her foot impatiently. She gasped when she saw the money. Although Laxus had only ordered a burger and coffee, he left a fifty dollar bill on the table.
"I knew those two were rich," Cobra grumbled.
Laxus checked his watch again. He still had ten minutes, so he began a relaxed walk to the condo.
How was he going to handle this? He had plans yesterday, wild and naughty schemes. That dream about his father messed him up, though. Part of him honestly did not want sex. He wanted to grab Freed, hold him on the couch all night watching whatever crap was on TV, and just be with him. However, he knew Freed has needs. He had a bad day from the sound of things.
Besides, it wasn't like he didn't want sex. He knew as soon as he saw Freed naked and submissive, he would not be able to hold back.
He just felt … different today.
He honestly did not know how to balance things in his life at that moment. He normally liked to plan a scene for them beforehand, but he figured today he would wing it. He would see how Freed felt, what he needed, and figure out how he felt when the moment arrived. Holding Freed just might banish all this darkness in his heart.
He went into the condo building and nodded to the bored security officer guarding the entrance. He remembered the first time he went into this place, where you needed a key card just to open the front door, and the guard would stop new visitors. How the hell did that guy know absolutely everyone in this big-ass complex? Laxus had never lived in an apartment with security. Hell, his last place did not even have a maintenance man, the landlord did minor repairs himself. It made Laxus realize just how posh this place was, a completely different world from what he had grown up in.
"Save yourself the decades of therapy and kill me so you can go back to your sugar daddy and suck his gold-plated cock."
Laxus shook the dream words out of his head. It was just a dream!
He rode up the elevator, still rubbing his head as that nightmare kept playing.
"You're gonna hurt him bad one day, y'know."
He would never hurt Freed! But … what if it was an accident? What if Freed tried to push himself for Laxus' sake? What if—?
The elevator doors opened, and he strode out. He needed Freed! He needed to see him and hold him, reassure himself that they were okay, they would always be okay, he would never turn into his father.
He checked his watch. 6:59 PM. He really did not want to wait, but he had promised, 7:00 on the dot. He took a deep breath. Freed needed him. Freed had a bad day, they both did. They needed one another.
'Damn, how did I end up so dependent? Fucking annoying!'
The minute hand twitched. 7PM. Show time.
No … he was not Thor anymore. Thor was a bastard who beat men with the purpose of training himself to murder a parent. He never wanted to be that man again.
Never.
He was Laxus Dreyar, boyfriend of Freed Justine and luckiest sonuvabitch in the world. It was time to be the best boyfriend he could be.
He opened the door and froze. Just as he requested, Freed had knelt on the ground in front of the door, naked except the white collar and golden chastity device.
His angel!
"Welcome home, master."
Laxus stepped in, closed the door, and simply gazed upon him. Freed's long, green hair splayed all around him, too perfectly. He must have struggled to get his hair to fan out like that. Who knows how long he had been kneeling there, waiting for this moment.
'Fucking divine!'
Laxus walked up to him and placed a hand on his lowered head, smoothing the unruly cowlicks only to watch them spring back up. Freed had an adorable blush on his cheeks. All these months together, and he still blushed. Laxus loved that about him.
"How is my angel?"
Freed jolted and gazed up. Angel? Not slave? His cheeks went even hotter to hear that.
"I'm good, master. I—"
Laxus dropped to his knees and crushed Freed in a fervent, needful hug. He could not control himself. He really needed to be in Freed's arms.
"Damn, I missed you. So stupid, not even forty-eight hours apart, and … I really am pathetic."
Freed jolted out of master/slave play. He wrapped his arms around Laxus and lovingly stroked his hair. Playtime could begin later.
"I'm glad you're back," he whispered into Laxus' ear.
"We're idiots," he grumbled.
"We're in love. We're allowed to be."
Laxus' shoulders jostled in a soft chuckle. Idiots in love! That was definitely them.
He grabbed Freed's cheeks, gazed at him for a moment as if he had not seen him in years, and finally kissed him. It was not deep, wet, or messy. It was just a kiss: tender, powerful, and compassionate. When he pulled back, he saw tears lining Freed's long lashes. The yearning and happiness in those turquoise eyes shined vividly. It was obvious he had missed Laxus just as much.
Laxus smoothed down the green hair and whispered, "Can it wait?"
Freed glanced down at the collar and the chastity device, then he looked back up with a smile and nodded. There was time for sex and kinks. Right now, they simply needed to be with one another.
"Show me that magazine. I want to read it while I hold you."
Freed slowly stood up, and Laxus steadied him as he rubbed out his legs after kneeling for so long. Once Freed could stand on his own, Laxus removed the dressy suit coat he had been forced to wear and loosened his tie, yet did not remove it yet. Meanwhile, Freed walked over to where he had placed the copy of Fiore Business Magazine. Laxus snatched it up and looked at the cover. He had seen this magazine in stores, although he never had an interest in the business world. However, the dashing man on the cover now would have made even him pause to stare for a moment.
"This picture is too damn good," he grumbled.
He wrapped an arm around Freed and pulled him over to the couch. He flopped down and patted on his lap. Freed gently sat down, but Laxus yanked him in, curling his arm around Freed while he glanced at the title and subcategories. He nuzzled Freed's hair and naked shoulders as he opened the magazine to the page with the article.
"Hold it for me," he commanded.
Freed held the magazine up, freeing Laxus' hands to rub over his body. He tried to hold the pages as still as possible, but Laxus kept nibbling all the sensitive spots on his neck. His hands clutched at him possessively at first, but slowly they stroked along his chest, across his pectorals, and along his abs. Freed gulped as Laxus petted him so tenderly, resting his chin or his lips on his shoulder, reading the magazine while breathing hot air onto his skin.
"Flip the page," he ordered.
Freed trembled at the deep-voiced demand. His hands shook as he turned the page and held the magazine up again.
"Huh! I never knew that about your company."
Freed gulped to free up his dry throat. "Wh-what part?"
"You guys are really global and shit. Expanding into Korea? That's adventurous."
"Father keeps leaving on trips there."
"Does he plan on taking you?" Laxus muttered, reading as his hands went lower, caressing up and down Freed's bare thighs.
He gasped and swallowed again. "He … he hasn't … m-mentioned it."
"I don't want you to go. Not yet. Not unless I'm there. I'll be your bodyguard. Strange country, strange people. I don't like it."
"You need … nnngh … p-passport."
"I'll get one. If you leave on a trip outside of this country, I want to be with you."
"So demanding," he teased, grinning back around at Laxus with love in his eyes.
"Shut up. You're shaking the pages too much. I can't read them."
"It's … it's hard to stay still … when you're doing that."
"Oh?" he said in amusement, and his hand slipped between Freed's thighs, cupping his balls. "You mean this?"
He gasped and leaned back into Laxus' chest.
"You moved the magazine. Hold it still."
Freed shook as he lifted the pages back up, barely able to focus as Laxus gently rolled his balls around in those thick, rough fingers. His cock struggled against the golden cage.
"Hold … it … still."
He groaned, but his hands clenched the magazine, straining to hold it as still as possible. Laxus kept reading, his lips sucking marks along the back of Freed's shoulder, his hand still pulsing between his thighs.
"Interesting. You're quite an important person."
Freed looked back around with flushed cheeks. "Maybe, but you're the most important person in my life."
Laxus took his eyes off the magazine and gazed at Freed. His hand stopped fondling him and reach up to caressing his cheek.
"How are you so perfect?" he muttered, partly to himself.
Freed set the magazine aside, twisted around, and straddled over Laxus' thighs. "I'm not perfect. Not at all. That's why I need this. I need to be your little slave. Please, just … have me do something to please you. I need to."
"You … need to please me?" he asked, slightly in awe. No one in his life ever needed him like that. They needed Laxus for their own gains. His clients, his father, even his mother at times, especially when she got cancer: they needed Laxus to help them.
How many needed him purely to help him?
"You said you would suck me," he muttered.
Freed failed to hold back a smirk. He slid down, kneeling between Laxus' legs, and caressed him through his dressy black slacks.
"May I, master?"
Laxus shivered deep inside, although nothing showed on the surface. He lowered his zipper, no underwear on just like Freed had requested, and pulled out a semi-hard cock. Freed licked his lips hungrily as he grasped it with both hands, eager to bring it fully up.
"Don't make me come, not until I finish the magazine. Suck it, but don't disturb my reading."
Freed looked up as if tortured. He could suck but not be disturbing? How?
"Figure it out," Laxus said to his unspoken question.
Freed pouted, but he looked at the cock with determination. He was smart, a college graduate, finished top in his class in high school. He could at least work out how to give Laxus a non-disturbing blowjob.
Laxus picked up the magazine and opened back to where he had left off. He was determined to read every word printed. After all, this was an article about Freed. It was a side to him he did not really get to see, the business side, the cunning junior manager, the heir to an international corporation. He wanted to see that side of his lover as well.
Laxus' throat hitched as Freed's tongue licked him. This was torture for him as well. He wanted to pound his cock into Freed's throat until he choked. Instead, he sat there, legs spread, magazine open, reading in silence while below Freed licked and slurped with soft hums.
"You're too noisy."
The sounds instantly went away. There was only that tongue, sometimes the whole mouth went down on him. Reading was a challenge, but Laxus pretended to not even notice Freed's ministrations.
He flipped a page, although he caught less than half of the last paragraph. He folded the magazine to hold with one hand, kept reading, and put the other hand on Freed's head, thrusting his mouth down onto his cock, bobbing him on it.
"You're already impressing a lot of people in the business world," he noted. "I wonder what they would think, though, if they knew you loved sucking cock so much. All those intelligent answers being spoken by a mouth that loves being filled with my dick."
Freed moaned loudly, shuddering at the humiliation.
"Such a good smile in this photo. Those pearly white teeth, perfect lips. None of them know what those lips look like stretched around my cock. None of them see those gleaming teeth snarling as you lose yourself to the pleasure I give you. Fuck, if they knew what you looked like naked with cum dripping from your mouth, they'd think you were a whore, not a business magnate's son."
Freed panted and reached down. His cock was swollen and caged, desperate but denied. Still, he touched what he could through the metal prison bars of his golden cock cage.
"They write all this fancy shit about you, but I know the real you. I know how much you love to come home, be my naked slave, suck my cock, pant like a bitch in heat, and spill your cum all over yourself with my name on your lips."
Freed yanked up with a pained whine. "Master, please! It's hurting now."
Laxus set the magazine down. "Hurting? You mean my dick, the one only I can free?"
As much as Freed liked the sadistic torture, his face showed displeasure with this sort of discomfort. "Release me, master. I beg of you. I … I want to be freed."
"Freed?" He cupped the flushed cheeks with both hands and pulled his face up closer. "Who makes you freed?"
He closed his eyes, savoring the rough hands, and a tear slipped out. "You, master."
"No. My name. Who makes you freed?"
Freed blushed slightly, but he said the name with all the love surging in his heart. "Laxus Dreyar."
He leaned forward and kissed Freed, tasting the tang of his own cock on those lips. When he pulled back, he looked on with serious eyes.
"Call me that tonight. No master. Call me by my name."
Freed's brow tensed. Was something wrong? Why was he so serious about this?
"Hold onto that magazine."
Freed picked up the magazine in confusion. Laxus suddenly grabbed Freed and lifted him into his arms as he stood. Then Laxus marched into the bedroom carrying him as he held on tightly around his neck.
Laxus threw Freed onto the bed with enough roughness to make him bounce over the mattress. The magazine went flying, and green hair spread out over the sheets.
"You want to be freed, huh?" Laxus reached into his back pocket and pulled out the tiny key. "If I free you, will you be my angel? Or will you fly away?"
Freed blushed at being called an angel again. "I'm not flying away anywhere."
"Then what are you going to be?" Laxus knelt beside Freed on the bed with the key in hand. "Tell me."
Freed shook his head, feeling it was too much honor.
Laxus grabbed his chin and yanked it up. "Tell me, and I'll free you."
His mouth was tight, but he muttered with embarrassment. "A-angel."
"Tell me clearly."
He gulped hard. "I'll be … your angel."
Laxus smoothed down the green hair and kissed Freed on the forehead. "You always are," he whispered.
Those tender words made Freed's cheeks go crimson.
Laxus finally unlocked the chastity belt, eased off the ring around the scrotum and the cage keeping the penis from rising too much. Freed immediately moaned in relief as his cock could finally lift without the tugging discomfort.
"You wore it all day," Laxus praised. He leaned over and kissed a spot that was pink from friction. "You did precisely as I asked." He kissed more, fluttering his lips along the arousal. "Such a good angel, protecting yourself from devilish temptation while your god is away."
Freed cried out sensually. His whole body arched at the teasing kisses. "Laxus!"
"Yes. Call me that tonight." He kept kissing, not sucking, not giving anywhere near enough. He saw from the flush to the cock, Freed would not last long if given the chance. His lips moved up, kissing along the sharp hips. Then he suddenly bit where Freed's hip protruded.
"Ahhh!" Freed reached down, needing just a little more.
Laxus grabbed his hand before he could stroke off. "No," he said coldly.
"Please, I need it!" He did not care that he was begging. His cock ached, his balls were tight, he was ready to go, and he did not want to delay any longer.
"I said no." Laxus yanked off his necktie and bound Freed's wrists together, securing them to the headboard. "I will decide when my angel can cry Hallelujah."
Freed squirmed against the necktie. He thought he could actually break out with ease, but he was stunned to find that the knot was completely secure. He gave a solid yank, and still it did not loosen. Laxus' knots were done with the skill of a sailor.
Laxus hovered over him, licking the muscular abdominal muscles, kissing all over the pectorals, sucking up marks along his shoulders, although avoiding the neck which might show at work. Under him, Freed squirmed like a caught fish. His face was red, and he bit hard on his lower lip as he felt a desperate need to come yet no friction, no touches to his cock.
"God! Please!" he sobbed.
Laxus continued to nibble along his collarbone. "Do you need to return the magazine?"
"What?" Freed struggled to think enough to answer. "I … n-no. No, it's mine."
"Good." Laxus grabbed the magazine and wrapped it around Freed's cock. "You're gonna come all over that smug face on that cover. All over those fancy words and praising paragraphs. You're gonna smear that whole fucking article with your cum."
Freed flinched at the roughness of the cover page and the sharp edge of the pages as the magazine surrounded him like a paper tube. It hurt, and yet he was already too far gone to care.
"You're gonna see that magazine at work, in the store, on shelves, probably framed on your father's wall, and you're gonna know you got fucked by that magazine. I fucked you with it. And you loved it. You loved it so much, you splattered your cum all over that glossy cover, all over your own face. You're gonna see that haughty smirk of yours in that photo and remember what it looks like dripping in cum."
"Laxus!" he screamed, arching and yanking tight on the necktie binding.
"Do you like fucking this magazine? You're really into it, moving your hips like that. Do you like thrusting against your own picture? Sort of like having sex with yourself. Such a whorish businessman! You'll remember this your whole life, ya know. You got on the cover of Fiore Business Magazine, and you fucked it!"
He cried out, knowing he really would always remember this, remember the feel of those pages on his cock, thrusting into the tube of that magazine because he needed to cum so badly, he did not even care what rubbed his cock. He would remember this every time he saw that magazine, and he would feel the deep humiliation each time someone mentioned it.
He drew up, his nails dug into his fists, tears slid from his eyes, and he felt his whole body blaze for a moment, glorious with release. He felt the moistness on the pages, smearing all over it and the cover.
He would remember this.
He would remember the humiliation of fucking a magazine.
And he would remember how good it felt.
Laxus saw him calming down and slowed his wrist. He slowly unrolled the magazine, keeping the cum on the cover and not dripping any of it.
"I'm keeping this. Gonna let it dry precisely how it is, smeared in your cum, and I'm keeping that cover as proof. That photo of you looks really damn good drenched in cum."
Freed breathed hard, slumped, spent, buzzing with relief. He watched as Laxus placed the magazine aside on a small desk, making sure nothing spilled onto the wood. Then he stood there and began to unbutton his shirt.
It was no striptease. Although Freed liked when Laxus did that, he also like it this way, no nonsense, simply getting naked so their bodies could come together.
"Untie me. I … I can suck … o-or … gimme a moment and … lube … need lube."
Laxus walked over to the bed wearing only his pants. He easily yanked the knot out of the tie—Freed wondered how he did that—and stroked his head.
"You rest. I gotta pee."
With just that, he left to the bathroom. Freed sat there, still in a slight daze and dizzy with afterglow.
Minutes ticked by. He figured Laxus must have needed to do more than just pee. He rose stiffly, walked to the desk, and looked at the magazine. It was a mess! Freed covered his mouth in shock at just how much cum was all over the cover. The white, thick fluid had already begun to congeal.
He seriously hoped Laxus was exaggerating when he said he would keep this.
He finally heard the toilet flush, and he returned to the bed, wondering what would come next. He had thought Laxus would beat his ass with the magazine, yet he changed his mind and used it to jerk him off. Laxus was obviously in a strange mood, calmer, perhaps even more gentle. Freed liked the change, although he really wanted some master/slave play tonight. Still, if this was Laxus' need, this gentler side who preferred to cuddle, caress, and pamper, he wanted Laxus to get over whatever stress he must have had that day.
When Laxus finally stepped back into the bedroom, he was naked. Freed gulped hard, his eyes unable to stop wandering. No matter how many times he got to see Laxus nude, he was still a sight to behold, all muscles and bronze skin, tattoos and scars. It was intimidating just to be in the same room as such a massive man overflowing with strength.
Laxus strode over to the bed and slipped under the covers, pulling them up to his waist. Freed looked on in confusion, but he also scurried under the blankets so he could be against Laxus' skin.
They laid on the pillows, faces close, noses touching, yet Laxus' hands stayed above the sheets. He stroked along Freed's arm, over the torso hidden by blankets, and his toes rubbed against Freed's feet, but nothing more.
"Just roll with me on this one," he whispered.
Freed nodded, not sure what the game was going to be, but willing to let Laxus decide.
Laxus threaded his fingers through the long hair and tugged to bring Freed in closer for a kiss. Their arms wrapped around one another, and they began to simply make out in bed. Lips and tongues danced, softly at first, gradually growing stronger, needier. Finally, Laxus' hands went under the blankets, and he pulled Freed's body closer. Still, all he did was hold him and kiss him. Their breathing got heavy, gasping, hands grew more adventurous, and Freed felt himself recovering slowly.
"I know I said I'd make love to you gently," Laxus said between kisses, "but sometimes … sometimes I really wanna ravage you."
"Yes-s-s-s!" Freed hissed as his hips began to cant on their own, frotting up against Laxus.
"Sometimes I want to worship this body of yours and barely feel worthy of touching it, and sometimes … fuck! Sometimes I want to defile it, because it's so goddamn perfect."
Freed shuddered. Both extremes sounded so good to him. To be venerated, to be desecrated. Everything!
"But sometimes…" Laxus grabbed Freed's hips and rolled hard, yanking him up on top. "Sometimes, I need to be the one defiled."
Freed gawked. Wait! Did he mean…?
"I'm a devil, Freed. I need my angel to smite me."
Freed reached down to touch Laxus' cheek with concern. "What happened today?"
He grabbed Freed's wrist, pulling away the gentle caress. "I don't wanna talk. I wanna be fucked."
"Laxus…"
"Shut up and do what I say."
"No! Tell me what's…"
Freed was lifted, thrown completely off the bed, and slammed to the floor. He cried out as his hip bruised, and suddenly Laxus was on top of him. For a second, Freed was honestly terrified at the desperation in those enraged eyes.
"I need to be fucked, and I ain't talking until I get it. I don't want you to comfort me or anything. I want you to moan as you pound my ass. Even if it's your cock in me, I am not gonna be gentle about this. We have safewords, and you better as hell use them, because I am not fucking around tonight."
He grabbed his necktie again and roughly wrapped it around Freed's mouth, gagging him. He pinned Freed's wrists to the floor with one hand, and with the other he grabbed Freed's cock, steadying it. Then slowly, Laxus settled over the arousal and sank down onto it. Freed's eyes widened in surprise, and he tried to shout through the tie.
"Shit, yes! I need to feel that."
Freed shivered. He could feel it now; what took Laxus so long in the bathroom was prepping himself. He did a thorough job of it, too. Freed slid inside with ease and watched Laxus' face as he gasped in pleasure.
"I'm gonna make you fuck me. Gonna make you defile me. Damn, I love making my angel sin like this." He grinned down haughtily as his hips rocked up and down onto Freed. "How do you like it?"
He could only moan through the gag.
"Ya know what the Bible calls this? Sodomy! Sodom and Gomorrah. People there were so damn horny, they wanted to fuck a couple of angels. God blasted 'em with fire and brimstone for it. And yet here I am, forcing an angel to fuck me. I bet those bastards in Sodom would be really jealous of me right now."
Freed cried out through the necktie. Perhaps he was not religious, but merely hearing about angels and smiting gods put a dirtier edge to what they were doing.
"Ya know, there's another story we used to hear in schul. Ever heard of the Nephilim? Angels came down, fucked a bunch of women, and the bitches had kids who were giants. The giants were called Nephilim, really screwed up the Earth, so God sent the Flood to wipe 'em all out. Stupid angels. They shouldn't have fucked a chick and gotten her pregnant. They should have gone to Sodom and Gomorrah, fucked all the gay guys there, and they could have kept on having fun." He smirked down at Freed as he pounded down onto his cock. "Is my angel having fun?"
Freed tried to speak through the gag and was muffled.
"You're right. I'm just taking you. That ain't the same thing."
Laxus pulled off and stood up. He grabbed Freed into his arms and set him back on the bed. Freed rubbed out his wrists. There were already pink marks that would turn into bruises from Laxus pinning him down. Suddenly, his chin was yanked up, and he was forced to look into dominant blue eyes. Without a word, Laxus unraveled the necktie from Freed's mouth. He stretched out his stiff jaw and licked his lips. Then Laxus laid back against the pillows and spread his legs.
"You're going to fuck me. Hard."
Freed jolted at the demand. Hard? He did not mind some gentle lovemaking on top, but … to do it rough to Laxus … he began to shake his head, not sure if he could do that.
"I said…" Laxus whipped the necktie around Freed's hips and yanked him in closer with a fierce tug. "…you … are going … to fuck me … hard! Now, get your dick in me. That's an order."
Freed shuddered at the commanding shouts. He hurried to obey, lining himself up and trying to be gentle as he guided it in. However, Laxus tugged on the tie wrapped around his ass so hard, Freed slammed in, unable to resist.
"Yes! Like that. Are you going to obey me, or do I need to force you to sin?"
Freed tried to steady himself to get some balance so he could resist another tug like that.
"No. I see what you're planning."
Laxus grabbed Freed's wrists and the necktie, bound them together again, and threw the end of the tie over the top of the headboard. With a yank, he hoisted Freed's hands up. They jerked forward and upward, and his balance faltered. He began to fall forward onto Laxus, but the contortion in his arms just barely kept him from crashing down completely. His hands were above the headboard now, unable to grasp it for support, yet too far away from the wall to brace himself on that. Laxus swiftly tied him there, his arms above, his body without any stability except the knees on the mattress.
"Better. Now…" Laxus grabbed Freed's hips and dug his fingers in tightly. "I'm gonna force you to fuck me the way I want it."
He yanked Freed's hips in, slamming them forward, and hissed as the cock pounded inside.
"Yes. Like that." He fully controlled how deep, how fast, and how hard Freed could go. "Fuck, yes. I need you, Freed. Need it hard."
Freed was completely at his mercy, unable to do anything but hang above that barrel chest with an ache in his shoulders and feel himself being forcefully pulled inside. It felt so tight, so good, and the fact that Laxus needed him so desperately sparked through his nerves. Everything Laxus whispered, every curse, every prayer, each puff heated breath, showed just how deep his love went.
"Laxus … Laxus, please … slow down a little."
"You don't get to tell me what to do, bitch."
Freed bit on his lips. "If you keep this speed, I … I won't last."
"You better! I want it in the ass, understood? I want it until I'm satisfied. Now, keep going, and don't you fucking come yet."
However, Laxus was forcing his hips to thrust in so fast, so vigorously, Freed began to cry. This much emotional need was overwhelming his heart, and the physical demand for pleasure was crumbling his resolve to hold back. Something was going to break at this rate.
"Laxus!" he sobbed.
"Shh. It's okay. You can come whenever you can't take more, but try to hold out. Try."
Freed nodded, straining to keep his desire at bay. He let Laxus pull on him, tried to focus on those rough fingers digging bruises into his ass and the silk tie giving rug-burns on his wrists with his squirming. If he could only focus on the pain…
But it felt so damn pleasurable!
"L-Laxus … can't … I can't…"
Warm lips fluttered against his ear and a godly voice commanded, "Fill my ass, Freed."
His cry of relief shook all the way to his soul, breaking all sorts of emotional barriers along the way. He had been so sad, so worried, so stressed, so angry, so depressed, so in love, all in just twenty-four hours.
"That's good. Fuck, I can feel that. I love feeling how your cock pulses inside me."
Freed had tears in his eyes, emotionally overwhelmed. He felt Laxus pull back, felt the cool air and loss of tightness around him. His hands were untied, and he fell limply to the bed. Just as he thought he could relax, his head was yanked up. He blearily opened his eyes to see Laxus in front of him, cock erect, dripping, and flushed with need.
"You did a good job earlier sucking quietly while I was reading. Time to make you really work for it."
Laxus held Freed's head still and slammed his cock into his mouth. Freed choked at the sudden force. He barely had time to swallow the surge in his stomach before the cock crashed in again, pummeling the back of his throat. Freed cringed with pain. He needed to tap out, but his hands were numb from the binds. He gagged, struggled to lift his hands, yet the cock kept pounding in. Finally he reached up enough to give three firm slaps to Laxus' thigh.
Immediately, the cock yanked out, and Freed curled over, spit and a slight bit of vomit mixed together and drooling out.
"Not done with you!" Laxus sneered.
"L-Lax- …"
"I warned ya, I ain't bein' gentle!"
Freed was grabbed and slammed head-down onto the pillows. He felt cold liquid on his ass, then two fingers rammed in. He cried out, but Laxus' hand smashed his head back down, smothering him into the pillow.
"Prepped yourself earlier?"
Unable to speak clearly with his face pressed down like that, Freed nodded.
"Good. I'm going in hard and fast."
Freed clenched the sheets and prepared for it. Laxus was not joking, either. His cock rammed in, and Freed screamed into the pillow with the sudden widening. Laxus did not slow down to let him adjust. He pounded in, yanking Freed's hips up when he began to sink. One arm kept Freed's waist raised, the other grabbed his Freed's forearm, pinning him down.
"Fuck, you're so good. So perfect. Too perfect. You aren't perfect though, are you?" he growled. "I know you. I know how dirty you are, how twisted you can be. I know how much you love sucking cock and having your ass filled. I know you, Freed Justine. I know the bitch, the whore, the cocksucker, the slave. I know that side of you they'll never know."
Tears poured from Freed's eyes as he listened to the words stabbing him with truths. Laxus was the only person who knew the real him, and it was not the pristine Justine in the magazine.
"You're pretty on the outside, but you're dark on the inside. Ain't that right? You've got a dark demon buried in you, and I'm the one who gets to release it."
"Laxus!" he screamed.
He leaned over and licked his ear. "Let me see it."
Freed arched and slammed his hips back to meet Laxus' thrust.
"Fuck, yes!" he hissed. "Ram against my cock."
Freed moved his hips again, thrusting back into him.
"That's right. You're not some perfect businessman. You're a whore who likes having a cock in his ass. So show me. Fuck yourself on my dick until I come."
"No … Laxus…"
"No?"
He grabbed Freed straight up, cock still in him, hulking arms yanking his slender legs apart, and carried him to the window. He pressed Freed up against the glass. It was cold, and he heard the window rattle with the pressure. Sweat and spent semen smearing the glass, and Freed gasped. This was so similar to the erotic dream he had, only it was him facing the view through a window. Laxus began to forcefully thrust into him while still holding him spread in his arms.
"Look out there," he whispered.
Freed cringed. If any neighbors walked by…
"The world out there thinks you're some angel. And you are. An angel of lust. A fallen angel. My incubus." Laxus chomped onto Freed's shoulder as he thrust into him, slamming him against the window. Freed howled at the sharp bite. "You're spent, I doubt you'll come a third time, so just enjoy the view. Enjoy that world out there while you feel the pleasure of our world in here."
"Laxus," he sobbed. Anyone could see!
"Are you afraid?"
He bit his lip, but finally he nodded.
"Are you ashamed?"
Freed had no idea how to answer that. He was not ashamed of Laxus, or of them two of them. It was different, selfish. "I look … awful. Hideous. I'm … I'm so…"
"Sinful," Laxus breathed lustfully.
Freed cringed at hearing the erotic truth. "They can't see … they … no … can't see it … I can't show it. Not to anyone." He began to cry. All of his life, he had to be the perfect son. No one could know about the inner darkness.
Laxus carried him back to the bed and let Freed down onto all fours on the edge. He stood behind him, cock still inside. He heard Freed crying and stroked his spine.
"Then show me. Show all of it to me. I need to see it, Freed. I'm the only one who knows the real you. You can release all that darkness when you're with me. You can be hideous, sinful, breathtaking, shining with the most corrupt perfection, but only when you're with me."
Freed nodded, trusting him, knowing he could show Laxus all the darker layers of himself.
Laxus leaned over, kissed the middle of Freed's spine, and whispered, "I like when you're Freed the Dark."
Then he began to thrust fast, hard, and mercilessly. Freed arched up with a shuddering cry.
There were snarls behind him as Laxus half thrust, half yanked, pounding harder. "Need you so much. Fuck! Need you…"
"Laxus!"
Hearing Freed scream his name undid him. Laxus grunted and slammed in hard. "Shit … F-Freed!"
Freed felt the pressure filling him, felt warm liquid dripping down his thighs, and heard the animal-like grunts as Laxus gave short, final thrusts.
He was sobbing. He felt ashamed to be crying while in the middle of sex, yet he could not stop. Laxus was home, and he needed Freed. Needed him this much. He was not just a pretty face to Laxus. He was not merely a prestigious son and aspiring business leader. He was a boyfriend and lover. He was needed. He was not "third generation" or "next in line." He was Laxus' one and only.
"Freed?"
When Laxus pulled back, cum smeared down Freed's shaking thighs. He kept his face buried, not wanting to be seen like this, so tiny and pathetic.
"Come here."
Laxus pulled him up to the pillows, yanked the covers over them both, and curled his arms around Freed. He whispered something, Freed could not even hear it over his sobs, but it sounded soothing. Being back in these arms was solace to a soul so stressed out, he had felt ready to shatter.
"Freed?"
He heard his name being called a few times, but he was still an emotional mess.
Laxus caressed the shivering arms and kissed where he had bitten Freed's shoulder. "Did it hurt that much?"
Freed shook his head. There was no pain. There was simply a release from stress about the world outside.
"Don't hate me," he blurted out.
"Freed!" gasped Laxus.
"The magazine … the company … my family … who I am, who they want me to be, who I need to be … I can't … can't handle it on my own. I'm not strong enough, not as strong as they think I am. I need you … I need this … so please … just please, don't ever hate me for it."
Laxus' eyes softened. BDSM had a way of tearing down emotional dams. He realized this was one of those moments. The business heir Freed Justine sounded perfect when described on paper, yet right here was the reality. He was a man under unfathomable stress from family, coworkers, an international corporation, and now eyes all around the world would be on him. The global business community would have his name on their lips, and his progress would be scrutinized.
Laxus had no clue just how stressful that must be.
He leaned over and kissed Freed's cheek. "How could I hate you?"
Freed curled into a ball. "I'll screw up. I'll destroy the future you want, your freedoms … your life."
"Ya think living in this fancy-ass condo is screwing up my life? Freed, you saw where I was living before. You saw what sort of shit jobs I did. You saved me." The image of his father chained to the wall returned. "You saved me from truly fucking up my life. I have a feeling you're gonna save me from something even worse in the future."
"Huh?"
Laxus suddenly reached around and held Freed with desperation, as if maybe this was the dream, one long and incredible fantasy, and when he woke up it would be to a lumpy bed, cobwebs, roaches, a noisy dump truck outside his window, returning to the yellow and red lights of the strip club's stage.
Freed sniffled up a runny nose and finally looked over to him. "Seriously, what happened? Just one day apart wouldn't make you like this."
Laxus' brow tensed. "I'm not ready to talk."
It was just a dream, after all. A silly dream. Why was it troubling him so much?
"You're gonna hurt him bad one day, y'know."
Laxus pulled back and looked over Freed. He yanked the blankets off and saw pink spots that would turn into bruises.
"Fuck. I really was rough."
Freed blushed. "I liked it. I was afraid you'd be too gentle."
"You'll have to wear long sleeves to hide the bruises on your arms."
"My suit jacket will hide them. At least you didn't aim for my neck."
"I figured that's stupid." He kissed down Freed's chest and torso, soothing the bites on the hip and inner thighs, and kept kissing until he got to Freed's feet. He kissed his feet, each adorable toe, and started to lick them.
Freed gasped with embarrassment. "L-Laxus!" He worried that his feet were sweaty and dirty.
Laxus ignored the protests and kissed back up, slowly, closing his eyes as his lips covered those long legs, the ankles, knees, thighs, hips. By the time he reached the groin, Freed was getting hard again. He glanced at the erection, then up to Freed, questioning if he wanted it taken care of.
"I … I don't think … I'll come."
"You don't need to," Laxus assured.
Laxus straddled him and slid down, once again savoring the feel of Freed's cock filling him. This time was slower, calmer. He rode atop of Freed while admiring him, indulging in the pleasure with no need for a frantic goal.
"Laxus," Freed hummed sleepily.
"You're getting soft."
"Tired."
Laxus chuckled at the sleepy cuteness and pulled off. He sat up and pulled Freed onto his lap.
"Can I?"
Freed curled up on his shoulder and nuzzled into his neck. "If you do all the work, I'll moan in your ear."
"You know that drives me crazy."
"Mmmm," he moaned, licking Laxus' earlobe.
"Fuck, you're so sexy," he whispered.
Freed lazily caressed all the sensitive spots he knew, feeling Laxus thrusting in. He was spent, but he felt happy to simply receive. Laxus paused, panting, sweat beaded on his forehead. He gazed at Freed and then snagged his hair, kissing him deeply while still thrusting into him.
"Look in the mirror," Freed whispered.
Laxus was sitting on the edge of the bed with Freed in his lap, and he saw the reflection across the room in the closet's mirror door. He gasped, seeing his cock embedded inside his lover.
"Watch yourself," ordered Freed.
"Who's wearing a slave collar?" Laxus snapped.
"An angel chained to a devil. You want me to smite you, you said. So watch yourself," he smirked, scraping his nails over Laxus' neck. "Watch the way you sin."
"Freed!" he hissed. Fuck, when he talked like that, Laxus felt ready to lose control.
"Look at your face. That's the snarling I get to see."
Laxus felt overwhelmed watching himself in the midst of sex, but he wanted to do as Freed asked.
"Does it feel good, sinning with an angel?"
"Freed!"
"Does my ass make you want to sin more?"
"S-stop … talking!"
Freed licked inside his ear and moaned heatedly. "Pour all your sin into me. I'll make you pure."
Laxus snarled and grunted as he came again, clutching so hard he left nail marks down Freed's spine.
"So good. Fuck … so good. Need you so much. Fuck it, Freed, I really need you."
Freed smiled passively and wiped the sweaty brow. "I'll always be right here."
Laxus pulled back, face in agony, and suddenly shouted, "I'm with you because you're you."
Freed blinked in confusion. What was this about?
"I'm with you because … because I choose to be with you."
"Laxus?" he asked, slightly worried. "Seriously, what happened to you?"
He looked aside in anger at the outburst. He carefully pulled Freed off of his lap and laid both of them down on the bed.
"Laxus? What the hell happened at that meeting?"
He stroked the long, green hair. "Nothing. Nothing at all. Don't worry. No one said anything, no one flirted. Okay, one old lady flirted, but she was like eighty and deaf! Nothing bad. I'm just rambling to myself."
"Something happened," Freed insisted, too stubborn to let him brush this aside.
Laxus shook his head. "An epiphany, I suppose you'd call it. I realized … I need you. I'm nothing without you. God, I really needed you, and you weren't there."
"What … happened?" he demanded, eyes glaring.
"I told you—"
"Tell me the truth, Laxus Dreyar!" he shouted.
Laxus jolted at the authority in Freed's voice. However, he looked away. There was no way he could admit he had a nightmare. That sounded so lame! Yet it was more than a nightmare. That dream felt more like a warning, but Laxus was not sure yet what it portended.
"Got drunk off my ass, threw up, and I realized I really wanted you there," he said instead. "I'm like a goddamn baby without you. Fuck, you've ruined me, made me spoiled. I'm like a fucking clingy boyfriend now. Pathetic!"
Freed smiled in sympathy at his surely tone. He wrapped Laxus up in his arms and cuddled him. "My spoiled-rich-boy ways are rubbing off on you."
"That's the damn truth," he grumbled. Laxus seriously doubted he could go back to living in a moldy, roach-infested tenement after lounging in such an opulent condo for so long.
"I'm allowed to spoil you, though," Freed teased. "And I'm happy that you feel clingy. It's nice to know I'm needed."
Laxus crushed him in a hug. "You're more than just needed, Freed. You're a goddamn requirement in my life now. Fuck, I'm nothing without you. Nothing! I'm a freak and a whore."
"Don't say that," Freed snapped, stung that Laxus felt that way. "You're strong on your own. You've managed to get this far in life all by yourself, by your own strength, your own ingenuity, struggling against damning odds. That's something I've never had to do. It's really inspiring."
Laxus turned his face aside as he blushed. "Shut up," he mumbled.
Freed chuckled and cradled Laxus' head, soothing him like hurt animal. "Maybe things in the past were rough. Maybe … you've done things you regret." He thought about what his father had said, that Laxus himself may feel he needed to be redeemed for his life before meeting Freed. He hated to admit it, but it seemed his father was right. "But that's the past," he insisted. "Surviving through that made you stronger. It made you into the man you are."
"That's what I'm afraid of," Laxus mumbled.
He was a man who had dedicated a large portion of his life into researching how to torture, how to make pain last, how to intensify agony. He had resorted to selling sexual services. He had thought nothing of it at the time, plenty of men at the strip club did far worse for some extra cash, but seeing first-hand with Llewellyn how his clients went through their normal life, how families could be sundered by such debauchery, and now, having to sit in a room with a former client's wife, children, grandchildren, business associates, lawyers, friends, seeing the reality of those fantasy plays … it really made Laxus regret his past.
How many marriages had he helped to destroy? Had he truly been nothing more than a fantasy tool, a shameful mar in people's lives? He had been using those old men to refine his techniques, but he was being used as well. He fed their lust. It was his face those men probably jacked off to on their own.
It made him sick to think about how many men in this area had fantasized over him. Not only in the past, but now too, working at the club. If it had been Freed, if he was the one people masturbated to … fuck! And now he was a poster boy for the Justine Corporation, featured in a business magazine, obviously used for his sensual looks, that pretty face, youth and strength, a beacon of hope for the corporation's future.
Women would swoon over him. Men, too. Of course they would! He was sexy as fuck! And Laxus hated it. He hated to think about people who would buy this magazine just to see that dashing green-haired man and have erotic dreams about this rich bachelor sweeping them away, fucking Christian-Grey-style!
Yet that was precisely what he had done in a far more blatant manner. All Freed did was pose for a few pictures. Laxus had danced as a stripper! He purposely played to gay fantasies.
How did it truly make Freed feel?
Why did he put up with it?
Was it just for the thrill Laxus gave him?
After all, before that fateful lap dance, Laxus had been nothing more than fapping material for Freed, a sexy man to fill his mind while his hand made quick work of his lusting needs.
It had obviously changed, but … how much?
Laxus knew he was utterly unworthy of a man like Freed. With that magazine now in print, he honestly could choose any person he wanted. People would flock to him even more. Influential people! People who could promote the company.
Laxus lent nothing to that part of Freed's life. If anything, he jeopardized it.
What role did he serve for Freed?
Just a bedroom accessory?
A soft hand rested on his shoulder, and worried eyes peered up into his face. "Laxus?"
He gazed down at Freed. He knew there was love between them, but … was that enough? People knew who Laxus was! He liked to think it would not be a problem, yet it easily could bring disaster. If their relationship became public, so many highly influential people would have the perfect blackmail over the Justine family.
He was a threat to Freed, to his family, and to the business that they had spent three generations growing.
Again, he recalled what that twisted version of his father had said in the dream. 'You're gonna hurt him bad one day.'
Laxus realized, it might not even be physical harm. Every minute they spent together in public was potentially threatening. His damning past could destroy Freed one day.
He loved this man so much, though.
So much …
… that he didn't want to see him destroyed.
Freed squeezed his hand, looking truly worried by the silence.
There was an easy solution. Leave! Stand up, walk out, and protect Freed by not being around him.
That was something Laxus absolutely could not do.
He had no answer, besides hiring someone to kill off every man he ever took as a client. Even that psychotic extreme was not a guarantee. Any man who ever watched one of his shows at the South Pole Club might recognize him. All the workers there: Jellal, Erza, Lyon, Gray, Bob. Every single person who saw his presentation at the exhibition.
It was too late. Too many knew Laxus' scarred face. Llewellyn, with all his money, could not hunt down and bribe each and every one.
Which still left him with an option he could not take: he could leave before the media found out.
Impossible! Freed was everything to him. Life without him would be bleak. When Laxus tried to imagine it, he realized a sickening truth. He would probably end up right back at the strip club, dancing for men, taking old masochists as clients, until the day he tracked down his father.
And after that? After his father was dead?
Nothing. He truly could not imagine a life after revenge. Not alone, at least.
With Freed, he could imagine a wonderful future, mornings waking up together, helping Freed dress in a tuxedo for some charity event, maybe adopting a child some day. He could have a future with Freed.
And he could also destroy his life, his family, his career … he could end up destroying Freed's future in a greedy pursuit of his own happiness.
"I'm a selfish bastard," he muttered, caressing the worried face. "I love you too damn much."
Freed smiled and leaned into his hand. "And I love you. Only you. Always!"
Hearing that made desires surge up in Laxus. Forget other people! He needed Freed, and Freed wanted him, and to everyone and everything else, fuck it all!
He grabbed the back of Freed's head and yanked him forward, crashing a desperate kiss onto his lips. Freed let out a muted yelp in surprise, but he shuddered at the sheer power of Laxus' passion.
Slowly, the kiss softened. Laxus wrapped his arms around Freed and laid down, resting on their sides, still kissing on the pillows. His hands reverently caressed the milky skin and slender waist. Everything about this man was divine, and he was a damn lucky bastard to get to have him.
Gradually, their lips fluttered back, noses rubbed instead, and they gazed at one another across satin pillows, each smiling with happiness.
"We need to clean up," Laxus muttered.
"I still have cum in my ass."
Laxus laughed and nuzzled Freed's cheek. "Me too. Quick wash-up?"
They went to the restroom to clean, then returned to bed holding hands. They stripped off the sheets and replaced the covers together, each working a side of the bed. Freed turned off the light, and they climbed into bed together, wrapped up close.
"I love sleeping with you," Laxus said, moving a strand of hair off of Freed's face.
"It was too lonely last night," Freed admitted.
"We'll go somewhere good to eat for breakfast and talk then. Tonight, I want to simply indulge in you." He leaned forward to kiss him again, then aimed for his neck, right where he knew Freed was sensitive. He got a shiver and soft moan, but Laxus' body was sated for now. He nuzzled against Freed's neck and inhaled the scent of his hair. "Missed you."
Freed felt Laxus snuffling around his neck and shoulder. He knew Laxus was still hiding something, he was really curious what happened, but Freed honored that he was not ready to talk yet. Besides, after such rigorous sex, he really needed sleep.
He remained quiet, enjoying the comforting warmth of Laxus' body, and gradually he heard heavy breathing. Freed kissed over the scarred eyebrow and laid his head down next to Laxus' to drift off to sleep.
Next Chapter: "Dirty Money"
A/N: The audio is mostly sexy noises, but it was soooo much fun to make. http://chirb.it/CDsC5g
"fucking Christian-Grey-style!" - Yes, I made a "50 Shades of Grey" reference.
Bible story time! This is for people unfamiliar with biblical tales, since I know not all of my readers have read the ancient Israelite legends.
Sodom and Gomorrah – These two cities were so corrupt, God decided to wipe out the entire plain: cities, crops, cattle, newborn babies, everything. He sent two angels to spare Lot, the nephew of God's "chosen one" Abraham. The men of Sodom swarmed Lot's place, wanting to gangbang the angels. Lot offered for them to rape his virgin daughters instead. (Great parenting!) The Sodomites got mad that he was judging them and threatened to "do worse" to Lot than just rape him. The angels yanked Lot back inside the house before he got himself killed and struck blind all the men trying to break down the door. They told Lot to get his family out of the city before God razed it with fire and brimstone. As they fled, Lot's wife looked back and turned into a pillar of salt. Lot and his two daughters fled to the mountains where they lived alone in a cave. Frustrated by the lack of sex … I mean, concerned about passing on the family lineage, the sisters plotted to get their father drunk on wine, then they raped Lot on two consecutive nights so they could have his children. Great family! Why exactly did God think they deserved to be saved? Seriously, Genesis 19 is one of the most sexually perverse chapters in the Bible. – http://www.biblestudytools.com/genesis/19.html
Nephilim – Interpretations vary, but commonly these are described as the children of angels and female humans: "The Nephilim were on the earth in those days—and also afterward—when the sons of God went to the daughters of humans and had children by them. They were the heroes of old, men of renown." They were part of the reason God sent a flood to wipe out humans. Yep … according to the Bible, God caused a mass genocide of the human race just because angels got a little horny. ("Dammit, Castiel, I know they were fangirls but…") – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nephilim
Schul – Yiddish word for a Jewish synagogue (place of worship). Since Jewish places of worship were banned in Europe for centuries, they would hold meetings in a university classroom; thus, European Jews would say "I'm going to school" (school = schul) and it meant they were going to worship.
Oh, and just to clarify, Laxus isn't really religious. Like he said before, "I'm Jewish, but not that Jewish." His interpretation of biblical stories is therefore not theologically accurate. (Obviously!)
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