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Regrets in the Crying Sky	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 7052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Fairy Tail is the property of Hiro Mashima. I make no money, I just do this for my own pleasure.

Chapter List
- 1-Rain
- 2-Regrets
- 3-Hesitancy
- 4-Taboo
- 5-Dessert
- 6-Domestication
- 7-Crying
- 8-Vow
- 9-Freedom
- 10-Decisions
- 11-Only
- 12-Stay
- 4
- 5
- 6
A/N: Sorry for getting distracted by writing "Dangerous Drugs" and then "Fight Me, Bite Me." This story is only halfway done, and I really should finish it so everyone is satisfied.
I was listening to "Final Distance" by Utada Hikaru and "If Only For One Night" by Luther Vandross while writing this.

Chapter 5

Dessert
Gray started up the shower as Natsu went around lighting candles to brighten the bathroom. Their wavering glow made shadows dance on the walls, like a warm, slow waltz for lovers.
Then Natsu walked over to the shower. Gray was frowning, unable to get any heat to the water with there being no power in the house. Being an ice mage, he did not mind cold showers, but he was worried about Natsu. The guy was weak against anything cold.
"I told you, don't worry." Natsu reached up and grabbed the main pipe. A little heat from his hand instantly turned the ice cold shower into a hot summer rain.
"Hah, nice trick," Gray chuckled as they stepped in together, "but you'll have to hold the pipe the whole time."
"Yeah." Natsu stood in the shower, the water dripping over him, one hand trapped from holding onto the pipe, and he gazed imperiously at Gray. "So wash me," he ordered.
Gray eyed that toned body and the serpentine rivulets of water trickling through the vales of sculpted muscles. He was amazed at how much Natsu had changed over the years. He had always been muscular, but now he was just a little broader, a little taller. Such small changes made a drastic difference.
Or maybe it was just him.
Gray took a sponge from the side, soaped it up, and began to rub it over Natsu's body, starting with his neck, over the shoulders, and down his chest. He went up the arm holding the pipe, carefully washing it all the way up to the wrist. Then the sponge went to the other arm. Gray took his time, carefully cleaning every bit of skin, from the armpit, down to his elbow, to his hands, caressing the soap over the knuckles and palm. He used his hands to stroke the soap between the webbings of each finger, rubbing them erotically.
Natsu stood there, watching, simply gazing at Gray, how wonderful he was, how sexy he looked as the water made his black hair drip down into his face.
This is so much like a dream.
It truly did not feel real, and he was afraid that at any minute, an alarm clock would go off or someone would knock on the door, and he would jolt awake. Then it really would be nothing but another hopeless fantasy.
Gray knelt down, cleaning Natsu's abdomen, his hips, and down his thighs, avoiding that one spot. He scrubbed down to the knees, rubbing soapy circles over the calves, and gently lifted Natsu's foot. Gray popped out his own leg, kneeling as if proposing, and rested Natsu's foot on his bent knee. He ran the sponge over the feet and underneath to the rough pads of the toes. He set the sponge aside for a moment and used his thumbs, giving Natsu a soapy foot massage.
Natsu hummed sensually. It felt amazing! He was unsure if anyone had ever given him a foot rub before. Gray's hands were not as cold as they probably normally were, not after so much touching and the hot water beating down. Still, the slight chill running over his feet, up the arch and over toes, felt simply amazing.
Then Gray set that foot down, lifted the other one, and set it on his knee. He gave the same attention with the sponge, and then used his hands to give Natsu a light massage.
"God, I could get spoiled by this," Natsu groaned.
Gray chuckled as he used a little more pressure while rubbing up the tendon that formed Natsu's foot arch. "Do you like it?"
"Yeaaah," Natsu moaned. He was about to ask something, but he knew he shouldn't. Still, in the back of his mind, he could hardly help it.
Was this something Gray did to Juvia?
He wanted to cry just thinking about it. As he looked down, he wanted Gray all to himself. He wanted to be greedy, just once. Yet sadly he knew, when morning came, his ice mage would be gone like a snowflake in the sun.
Natsu did not want that, but there was no way to stop it. It was their fate. They had picked their lives, made their decisions, and now they had to live with it.
"Gray?"
The raven-haired man hummed.
Natsu wanted—so much—to tell him, Stay with me. Don't go back!
Yet he could not say it. It wasn't fair, and it wasn't right! All he could do was run his hands through Gray's hair and think sadly how much he regretted keeping quiet all those years when all he had to do was open his mouth and he could have had this.
Exactly this!
Gray looked up. He saw the wistfulness in Natsu's eyes, and he could guess. Gray was trying so hard not to think about it, but it was true. He cleaned Juvia's feet just like this when they showered together. Maybe he had even learned from her about giving a light foot massage while bathing, a treat to his beloved wife.
He did not want to think about it now, though.
Instead, he focused on something Juvia most definitely did not have.
He soaped up his hands and reached up to Natsu's groin. Oh, Gray could have played with him, most definitely! Instead, he was gentle. He cupped the balls, just rubbing the soap around, then carefully stroked up the limp penis, gingerly washing it. He heard a hum from Natsu. He was sure it felt really good, but he honestly was not trying to make it erotic, and Natsu was not hardening up. He was just cleaning, tending carefully to him.
"G-Gray…"
He looked up at the tense voice. Natsu's hair was so much longer now, a few strands of gray in it, not much, but enough to make it shine in the right light. Those long, pink strands hung down as Natsu looked at him. The dragon slayer was flushed, and Gray could hardly help but think how cute he looked this way.
Suddenly, Natsu reached down and took Gray's chin. He lifted the ice mage up and stared at Gray for a silent, tense moment. Something like that, cleaning that area, was just so sweet. It was something lovers did. Not two people out for a quick fling, but real lovers.
It was everything Natsu wanted.
He wanted to be lovers.
"I love you," he declared.
Gray looked mildly startled, but then he smiled. He could see so much emotion in Natsu's expressive eyes, so many untold regrets and silent desires. Gray leaned forward and kissed those trembling lips, calming them, soothing Natsu's heart.
Natsu wrapped his arm around Gray, pulling him closer. He felt their groins press together. He was still tired, but he almost felt he could get hard again, especially with Gray around.
He kissed Gray more and eased his tongue out, licking slowly, savoring the taste. His free hand rubbed up and down Gray's body, so wet and slippery. Despite the hot water, he still had a slight chill to the skin that probably would never go away, no matter how much Natsu heated him up.
He wanted this feeling.
He wanted this smell. The smell of snowy forests and mint, like a celebration in winter.
He wanted this!
Yet he knew—son of a dragon he might be—this was one treasure he could not horde.
Still, he wanted to possess Gray … just for now. He grabbed Gray with both hands, yanked him closer, and pressed Gray up against the shower wall. He was getting aroused, and he thrust up against that chilly groin.
He just wanted him. It didn't even have to be about sex. He just wanted Gray!
Gray's hands slid over Natsu's back and down to the rump. He grabbed those muscular globes in a possessive grope and yanked Natsu up against him. He did not want to belong to anyone else but this man, this fiery fiend that had burned down all his walls and exposed a tiny flame in his heart that had always burned for the Fire Dragon Slayer.
They kissed passionately for less than a minute before Natsu suddenly jumped back.
"Ahhhh, it's cold! Cold, cold, cold!"
He reached up to the pipe and applied heat again. Gray leaned back against the tiled wall, laughing at the idiot Dragon Slayer.
Yet this was an idiot he loved.
Gray gazed over Natsu's body. "Turn off the water."
"Huh?" he asked in surprise.
"Just turn it off." He reached past Natsu and twisted the faucet knob. "There."
"But you're not cleaned."
"I know." This time, it was Gray who pressed Natsu up against the wall. His eyes narrowed as he gazed hungrily at those shocked, green eyes. "I have a feeling I'm about to get dirty again."
Natsu eyes widened more. Gray dropped to his knees. He had just been down here, yet so much had changed. Natsu was definitely getting hard, ready for a second go. Gray rubbed up the turgid shaft. Just a small, meaningful touch was enough for Gray to feel a surge as Natsu stiffened.
"G-Gray! No, stand up."
Gray felt a little hurt. He had planned to suck Natsu off. Was he too tired? He rose back to his feet with a petulant pull on his lips. Natsu reached down and grabbed Gray. The ice mage hardly even realized that he had gotten hard as well.
"Like this." Natsu stroked him. "Touch me. Equals this time. I wanna touch you while you're touching me, okay?"
Gray stroked slowly, and Natsu followed the lazy speed, just touching each other. He leaned forward, and they kissed softly, letting their lips linger together. Then Gray leaned back and gazed up.
"I'm really getting annoyed about you being taller than me."
It made Natsu laugh a little. Leaning against the wet wall, he slunk down a bit. "Is this better?" he asked mockingly.
"Idiot," Gray grumbled. "That's how short you were when you were thirteen."
Natsu stood to full height again. "Is it so bad, me being taller than you?"
"No. Little crick in the neck, maybe."
Natsu hummed, and his free hand drifted up to Gray's neck and shoulder. "You gave me a massage. Maybe I should repay the favor."
"Do you even know how?"
"Well, Happy has massaged my back before, although his claws hurt a bit."
Gray laughed as he tried to imagine it. "Yeah, uh … I don't think I want a cat massage."
"Then how about just this?"
His thumb dug into Gray's neck, rubbing out the stiffness. Gray moaned wantonly, and the sound shot straight down Natsu's spine, shivering the whole way.
"I'll use my hands," Natsu said softly. Then he leaned forward and kissed Gray's neck. "My mouth," he whispered against the shivering skin. He licked up Gray's pulse and to his ear, hissing a fervent moan, "My tongue."
Gray's hips instinctively pressed up against Natsu's warmth. "That's not a massage anymore, idiot."
"Who cares!"
Natsu kissed him roughly, and Gray returned it with just as much strength. Their wrists began to speed up. They heard the wet friction of their fingers as shower droplets and leaking pre-cum moistened their skin. Their low groans echoed through the bathroom. Every gasp, every grunt, every soft sigh amplified in the shower. Their heavy panting as they brought each other closer sounded so loud.
"Gray…"
That low voice brought up his attention. "Natsu." He leaned in closer. "You feel so hot in my hand. So good!"
Natsu's eyes widened. What the hell was he saying?
"Did you like earlier? Did it feel good?"
Natsu gasped softly at the ice mage's salacious voice, so low and sensual. "Y-yes," he croaked out. God, Gray's voice was rousing all by itself.
"Did you like being inside my body?"
Natsu tensed up and groaned. "Yes!"
Gray nipped Natsu's neck and whispered into his ear. "Would you want to feel that?"
Natsu peeked an eye open in confusion. "Feel what?"
Gray gazed right up at him, their noses almost touching. "Would you want to feel what it's like to have me inside you?" Gray's hand slipped down, and his finger tickled the rim of Natsu's hole.
"Oh!" Natsu cried out, and his voice almost cracked. After breathing through the choking lust, he gazed firmly back at Gray and replied with no uncertainty, "Yes. I want that, too. I want everything. I want you to do … everything to me."
Gray smirked smugly. His hand was still just wet enough. He began to press a finger inside, slowly easing into that hot body. Down in his other hand, he felt a definite surge as Natsu groaned loudly. His entire body began to heat up, inside and out.
Natsu began to pant harder, and his hips thrust instinctively into Gray's hand. Gray gave long strokes to the curved shaft and gentle thrusts from his finger inside.
"I want to do this to you someday, Natsu."
God, he wanted that, too!
"I want to claim you."
He wanted it! Yet he knew it would never happen. Gray couldn't claim him. Nor could Natsu claim Gray. It wasn't allowed, because Gray already belonged to someone else. Neither had a right to fully claim the other.
He still wanted to. So badly!
Gray stopped stroking, making Natsu whimper in protest. He wanted to feel more. So much more! Natsu opened his eyes, ready to complain, when he saw the gleam in those stormy blue eyes.
"I want to mark you more, Natsu."
Gray's hand slid up Natsu's dripping chest. Like the claws of some predatory bird, he slowly scratched down the skin. Five red marks were left behind, scratched deep into the skin. They did not bleed, but they left behind angry lines on Natsu's bronze flesh.
"I wanna mark you. Heh, a dragon being marked!" he hummed in amusement, gazing at those scratches.
Natsu could not even speak. It was so hot, seeing Gray being possessive like this, showing with no doubts how much he craved Natsu. He really felt desperate and worried now.
Dear God, please don't let this be a dream!
Gray leaned over and kissed each of those five scratches. Then he leaned down and licked across Natsu's nipple, running his tongue around, before taking it into his mouth. Natsu's hips thrust forward.
Teasing me? Screw this!
He grabbed Gray's arousal as well as his own, rubbing the two together while Gray's fingers kept scratching Natsu's skin: his back, his chest, his shoulders, down his arms, up his thighs. Gray dug his nails in, clutching possessively, leaving moon-shaped marks pressed deep into the skin, or sometimes just clawing at him. His mouth moved up and latched onto Natsu's collarbone, sucking on it, nipping the skin. Then he went higher to the neck, sucking there, leaving red and purple marks everywhere. Any bit of skin he could bite, scratch, suck, anything … he wanted to claim Natsu's whole body.
He wanted this man!
Natsu couldn't mark him, but Gray was definitely going to leave his mark on Natsu.
"Gr-Gray … I'm close."
Gray added a second finger into Natsu's ass. Then he reached down, and their fingers clasped together as they both touched each other, stroking together, rubbing their cocks and frotting with passion as the mix of hot and cold swirled them both closer to the brink.
Natsu's face drew up. He was trying so hard to hold back. He wanted to keep experiencing this with Gray until they came at the same time. That rarely happens, though, especially between two people who are unfamiliar with one another and cannot read each other's bodies with practiced ease.
"Nnngh … ah … ahhhhh … G-Gray!"
It was all he could choke out before the tension snapped and he came with a hot moan, spilling over Gray's hands, slathering the ice mage's still-eager cock.
Gray let go of himself and slowly, carefully, milked Natsu, feeling the hot liquid on his hands, the musky funk of sex, and the slow thrust of the Dragon Slayer's hips as he pressed out the last of that wonderful feeling that enveloped his body. Natsu leaned his head down into Gray's shoulder, panting hard, inhaling the scent of arousal in that cold, sweaty skin, and groaning softly as the pleasure overwhelmed him.
"Gray," he whispered in exhaustion as his body shuddered with ecstasy. He wanted to declare how good it felt, how wonderful this night was, how happy he felt to have Gray with him, if only for one night. However, his weary body refused to give the effort to speak, and his brain could not focus on anything besides the warm, shimmering bliss of this moment.
Gray felt the hot puffs of air on his shoulder. He nuzzled the wet, pink hair and kissed Natsu's scalp. The Dragon Slayer rolled his head over, still too tired to rise up; still, he looked up at Gray and gave him a languid smile. Truly, this was a sight Gray had wanted to see for years. Finally getting to see Natsu's orgasmic bliss was a dream come true. He wanted the Dragon Slayer's sated expression to burn into his memory.
As soon as he recovered, Natsu grabbed Gray in a carnal embrace, spun them around, and thrust Gray hard against the tiles. He instantly dropped to his knees. His semen was all over Gray's arousal, but Natsu rather liked that. It was his smell, his fluid. As Natsu took Gray into his mouth, it was his own taste—bitter though it was—mixed with the pre-cum flavor of Gray. This was his way to mark Gray. It was his only way: mark him with smells.
His smell. His semen.
His hands still had the viscous pale white fluid, and he rubbed it up Gray's thighs and stomach, rubbing his seed, his smell, all over Gray's body. Gray felt it and looked down as Natsu marked him, slathering him with cum.
God, that was hot! Just thinking about that, about being washed in Natsu's own ejaculate, and that hot mouth on him, sucking on him, those firm lips and fiery tongue…
He wanted to mark Natsu one last way. Natsu had marked Gray deep inside, filling his ass. So Gray would mark Natsu inside, too. Down the throat!
"I'm gonna come," he warned urgently.
Natsu hummed and nodded his head. He wanted this, the taste of Gray!
He kept sucking, bobbing his head up and down. Gray tensed up. His fingers dug into Natsu's shoulders, clawing even deeper. Natsu felt one nail actually break skin. He groaned loudly, almost a shout, but he did not dare want to tell Gray to let go. Just a little scratch in the skin, a little cut, to truly mark him. Although he felt blood dripping down his back, Natsu did not care. He wanted that mark, physical proof, a scab—with any luck, a scar—a mark that Gray had really been here, it was not a dream, they had really done all this, they had truly known love for at least one night.
Gray gasped and grunted out a cry. "N-Natsu!"
That was all the warning Gray could give before exploding, utterly overwhelmed. He felt Natsu's throat working, swallowing him down. It felt … so good, knowing a part of him would remain here, inside Natsu.
Slowly, Natsu pulled back, lapping up anything left. He kissed Gray's thigh, then his hip, giving a slight nip, not enough to show on the skin, but just a little mark he could pass off as a bug bite.
He wearily rose back to his feet and gazed at Gray. What an amazing man, truly! He didn't want to let go.
"We'll have to wash each other again," Natsu pointed out.
Gray laughed wearily, resting his head against the tiles in post-coital happiness. "I guess so. And after I gave you such a nice shower."
Natsu hummed and swallowed down more of Gray's lingering taste. "You'll just have to do it again, including the foot massage."
"Hah! You don't get a second massage."
"Hey, I liked the foot massage."
"Yeah, well, you don't get it," Gray insisted stubbornly.
Natsu chuckled in amusement that they could still banter, just like usual, yet over things so sensual. "Maybe I should wash you in ice cold water." Natsu stood behind the shower head and turned the water on. The freezing water shot out onto Gray.
The ice mage just stood there, glaring at him. "Really?" he asked mockingly. "Do you really think a cold shower bugs me?" He splashed the water at Natsu, who cried out and jumped away.
"Fine!" Natsu reached up to the pipe, and with even more heat, the water suddenly turned scalding.
Gray jumped back, shouting and trying to knock the burning water off of him. "You idiot! I could get seriously blistered."
Natsu laughed and adjusted the water to a normal temperature. He pulled Gray back to him and gave Gray a sensual kiss under the shower, with the water dripping over their heads, moistening their mouths as they lapped at one another with hungry, adventurous tongues. Gray could taste himself in Natsu's mouth. That bitter taste let him know he had marked this wild dragon.
"Just showering this time," Natsu suggested.
Gray nodded breathlessly. "Y-yeah…"
"Are you okay?"
Gray just laughed, overwhelmed with happiness. "That was a nice dessert."
Natsu nuzzled him as he chuckled softly. "Maybe we can have dinner now."
"Heh … yeah, I guess we should actually eat. I'm pretty hungry after all this."
Natsu hummed in agreement. "Me too. I built up a good appetite. Let's wash up for real this time."
"Hmmm … yeah."
Gray took the sponge and was about to just clean himself, but Natsu took the sponge away.
"Nu-uh. You washed me. The least I can do is wash you back. But…" Natsu let go of the pipe. "…you get a cold shower, you horny ice bastard."
Gray taunted back, "If you can handle it, flame-brain."
"Who do you think I am?"
All of a sudden, the icy water turned into steam before it could even touch Natsu's skin.
"That's cheating!"
"No it's not."
Natsu was not quite as graceful washing someone else. He had never done it before. Still, he tried to wash Gray. Maybe he was not as thorough, but as Gray felt the heat in his hands—quite hot to keep that cold water off of him—all the steam created a halo around Natsu's head. It was like having his own pink-haired angel.
Gray ran his fingers through Natsu's hair. He tried to spike it up like how he used to style it when they were kids, but the long hair always flopped back down. As he looked at Natsu's face, he could still see that wild teenager: mischievous, playful, rambunctious, a total flame-brain.
He was glad he had grown up with Natsu. They might have been rival all their lives, but they were friends, too.
They were nakama. That was all that mattered.

End of Chapter 5
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