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Fight Me, Bite Me	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 39446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: Fairy Tail is the property of Hiro Mashima. I make no money, I just do this for my own pleasure.

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A/N: Contains watersports (erotic pissing). I warned you, this story is hardcore. I have a fetish for omorashi (watching a person desperately needing to pee) so this chapter explores my kink.
Chapter 5
Omorashi
Natsu felt himself go pale. Suddenly, the bed under him, the metal handcuffs, and his own nakedness were brutally obvious to him. The tinge in his bladder increased merely at the thought of what Gray had just said.
"Wh-what?" he whispered with a shudder.
Gray had a sadistic smirk as he leaned back in his chair like a prince observing the suffering of a bad slave. "Relieve yourself. Right there."
"In bed? Hell no!" Natsu yanked on the handcuffs harder, clanking them against the headboard, not caring that they were leaving bruises. "Let me go."
Gray rose, walked over imperiously, roughly grabbed Natsu's wrists, and encased the Dragon Slayer's arms in ice that would not shatter easily while also prevent him from really damaging his wrists with the metal restraints. "There. Now you can struggle to your heart's content."
"Gray," he screamed. Was the ice wizard really going to force him to wet the bed? Rage and humiliation made Natsu's blood boil. "Why the hell are you doing this?"
Gray sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at him. With a gentle hand, he stroked Natsu's chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his lungs and the frantically pounding heart. "I warned you, my kinks are extreme. I won't do this to you all the time, but since I have you here, it's the perfect moment. I'd never want you to ruin my bed like this, but a love hotel's bed gets thoroughly cleaned after every use, so it's okay."
"It's not okay."
"You know how to end it."
Natsu froze in his struggles. He could use a safeword to wiggle his way out of this, but … did he really want to deny Gray from his little guilty pleasure? Did he want to run away? It was humiliating, but it wasn't traumatizing. Then he remembered something.
"I had a dream like this," whispered Natsu. "One of my fantasies. A lady tied me to a chair and made me sit there until I pissed myself. I woke up just before I actually did and had to race to the bathroom before I had an accident."
"Then this is secretly one of your erotic fantasies too, to be humiliated like this."
Natsu frowned, not liking the thought that some part of him got horny thinking about pissing himself. At least he wasn't wearing clothes, and he wasn't in his own bed. Still, having Gray watch was embarrassing.
Then Gray reached down. Natsu thought the ice wizard might start trying to get him aroused—oh, that would just be the worst thing ever—but instead, his cold hand laid flat on Natsu's lower belly … and pressed. The need to pee tripled, and Natsu tensed up to hold back his bladder.
"Yes," Gray moaned. "The more you squirm and try to hold it in, the more turned on I get. So don't piss yourself too soon."
Natsu pulled at his wrists with snuffles already shaking his lungs. "No…"
"Say no and cry, Natsu. Be humiliated, sob, and beg. You know that's what turns me on. Having you completely at my mercy, being in control of you, even controlling when and where you piss, shaming you, making you piss yourself like the bad little brat you are." He pressed on Natsu's bladder again, and the pink-haired teen gave a cry as his thighs twisted.
"Gray, stop it. That fuckin' hurts."
"How about this, then?" He leaned over into Natsu's face. "Don't you dare wet the bed, or I'll have to spank you."
Natsu's eyes bulged, and instead of needing to pee, he suddenly felt like he might get aroused.
Gray chuckled at the reaction. Then he rose and walked toward the bathroom. "I'm gonna take a shower. Seriously, don't piss yourself while I'm in there or I honestly will be angry. Be a good boy and wait until I come out."
Natsu glared hard. "I told you, never call me boy."
Gray's swaggering steps froze, and he looked around in shock. "Oh! I'm sorry," he said sincerely. "I honestly forgot. I'll work on remembering that. Are you okay?" He looked guilty at forgetting a hard limit so soon.
Natsu rolled his eyes. It was not that the name would drive up an instant panic attack. More like hearing that degrading term made him unreasonably furious, and he did not want to feel anger toward Gray when they were playing like this.
"I'm fine. Just hurry up," Natsu snapped. "I'm seriously ready to piss."
Gray clenched his fists as lust surged through him. "Don't piss, Natsu. I'm serious. Don't you dare pee the bed while I'm gone." Then he shut the bathroom door.
Now that Gray wasn't there to watch, Natsu panted hard. He really had to pee, but now he almost wanted Gray to see. He wanted to hold it for Gray. However, when the shower turned on, the sound of the running water tortured his bladder. His thighs twisted, and he tried desperately not to think about the dire need to piss.
His bladder felt so full, he could feel the liquid inside of him. When was the last time he had peed? Sometime before Gray woke up with that hangover. That had been hours ago. It felt like it was past midnight now.
"Oooooh…"
Natsu's torment froze when he heard Gray moan. "Oh my God, is he jacking off in the shower?"
"Ah … mmm, damn. Ooh, Natsu…"
Natsu's cock went firmly hard, and he realized he could not piss like this even if he wanted to. Gray kept moaning, so loudly that Natsu knew he was messing with him. Gray did not moan like that during sex.
"Oh God … ooh fuck, yeah. God, I love being in your burning hot ass."
Natsu flushed, and his stomach began to cramp with dire need. He yanked hard on the ice and handcuffs restraining him. Although normally he could not stand touching himself, he desperately felt the need to make himself come, if only so he could piss.
But … he shouldn't piss. He should wait for Gray.
"Ahh … nngh, yeah … fuck!"
Natsu's cock stiffened and grew hotter. "Dammit," he groaned in agony. "Idiot, Gray. Don't do that."
He rolled over to his side, the best he could do with his hands like this, and curled his legs up to put pressure on his cock to hold it in. The minutes ticked by way too slowly. He had to pee, and it was pure torture to listen to that shower with Gray moaning. His gut burned, his bladder was ready to burst, and he felt like sobbing.
The pressure began to build. Natsu shook his hips, trying to distract himself, and he squeezed his thighs together harder to hold back.
"Fuck it! Goddammit," he whined as the need to go went beyond mere desperation.
He whimpered, clenching tightly, but he felt pressure building in his penis. It filled with piss and engorged painfully. Then Natsu felt a bit of hot liquid drip out. He clenched down harder to stop it and curled his legs up tighter. Still, he felt the droplets of pee drip down the length of his semi-hard cock.
"Oh shit! Dammit … n-no. GRAY!" he screamed.
Mere seconds later, the bathroom door crashed open, and Gray ran out dripping wet and pale, the shower still running behind him. He feared that maybe Natsu was panicking again, but instead he saw the teen curled against the mattress and a small wet spot on the sheets.
"I … can't … hold it," Natsu sobbed with gnashing teeth.
Gray relaxed the tension in his shoulders. "You were this close, huh? You've been good, holding it this long. Good…" He almost said good boy again, but he recalled that Natsu had an issue with people calling him boy. "Good Natsu."
"Gray…"
He stroked the pink hair. "Just a little longer."
"No! I can't hold it."
"Yes, you can."
"No … aaah!" A little more dripped out, but Natsu clenched hard to stop it. "Let me go already."
"Not yet, Natsu. Hold it more."
"I seriously have to pee," Natsu screamed.
"I know. Not yet. Don't piss yourself."
Gray stared at the squirming body, utterly enthralled. Natsu's cock had hardened with the need to pee, and with his arms restrained, unable to grab himself to stop it, his cock leaped and danced its own version of the potty dance. Gray licked his lips greedily as he watched a few more drops dribble out. Already, he was painfully hard from touching himself in the shower, and his breathing was getting deeper, desperate, shuddering.
"Gray," Natsu whined in a strained, high pitch voice. He felt ready to burst, and a tiny splash shot out before he could clench down. The mini shower spritzed his thighs with the potent smell of urine. "Fuck … dammit. I … I wanna piss."
Gray gasped in arousal when he heard Natsu say that, and he grabbed his cock firmly in his hand, stroking himself frantically. "Don't pee yet, Natsu. God, don't you dare pee yet."
Natsu glanced over, and although normally watching Gray frantically touching himself might have aroused him, now it only made his lower stomach coil, which shot white pain through his bladder.
"I … I need to go … now."
Gray was getting more frantic as he watched Natsu struggle. "Not … yet…"
"Gray … Damn! I'm totally ready to piss myself. This isn't funny anymore." Natsu felt more trickle out, and then more. He tried to clench, but the dripping increased. "Dammit … I can't stop it." Shame made his whole body burn. At the same time, he wanted to fully let go. He wanted to spray everywhere. Somehow he managed to regain control, but the mattress under him was getting wet. "G-Gray … it's … warm. Oh God, I'm pissing myself." Tears of shame streamed down his face.
"All right. You can do it, Natsu. Go ahead. Let it g—"
"GRAY!" he screamed, but this time in real anger. "Don't encourage. Discourage. Tell me not to."
Gray smirked even more at the frantic demands. Such a masochist! "Don't piss yourself. Filthy little brat. Would you really wet the bed at your age? Aren't you a grown man? Keep holding it. Don't let your cock drip."
Natsu seemed to react better to that, although it made him squirm much harder. A small spritz came out, but he clenched it off.
"I c-can't … I can't…" Natsu was in tears. The heat in his bladder made his legs feel cold. Natsu bit hard on his lip and curled his legs up to put more pressure on holding it in. "Hurts … it really hurts."
"Keep … holding it." Gray was so close now. He stroked frantically as he watched that cock bouncing with its need to let loose. More small spurts shot out, and Natsu groaned with a high whine each time, trying so hard to hold it in.
"Gray … gonna piss…"
"No, Natsu. Don't wet the bed."
"Fu- … damn … gaaah!"
Acidic burning shot backward and up to Natsu's kidneys. He screamed in true physical pain, and he lost the pinch he had on his self-control. His eyes went wide as he felt the piss jet out. He felt like he could have peed everything out in one massive explosion to rip his cock in two. Instead, the pale yellow stream shot up with a burst of pressure, drenching his belly and thighs and spraying onto Gray's skin. Natsu felt the wet heat dripping over him, dribbling down to the sides of his body, and saturating the bed under him in moist warmth. He smelled it, potent to his sensitive nose, and he heard the hissing as it shot up and rained back down onto him.
He let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief. It felt … so damn good. Almost as good as an orgasm, but on a totally different level, an erotic euphoria in his penis and bladder, spreading through his thighs and lower stomach, growing until the relief covered his whole body in tingling warmth. The release of that pressure against his bladder, prostate, and everything else inside him, his swollen belly slowly loosening as the piss drained: it was all so amazing. It also hurt. He had held it so long, maybe too long. His bladder was in serious pain.
"Natsu!" Gray shouted through lust-clenched teeth. Seeing the bliss on Natsu's face, the shame immediately after, and the helplessness—totally vulnerable, unable to stop himself, unable to cover himself, unable to save his own dignity—was so enthralling, Gray wanted to join in with the release. Instead, he leaned over, put his mouth by the bursting cock, and let it shoot onto his tongue.
Seeing that made Natsu's cock lurch and sputter for a moment in arousal, except now he was too far gone pissing to even try getting hard. He could not push Gray away, and he could not stop his bladder from pouring out. He was helpless … so utterly powerless. The humiliation made the heat of shame intensify.
He heard Gray swallow down the piss and growl deep in his throat. "God, you really are burning hot. That's like drinking piping kettle water. Tastes disgusting." Then he leaned back up and continued to jerk off with a rapid wrist, leaning over a little so the piss shot onto his own cock, moistening it, burning it with hot liquid. "So dirty. So disgusting. So … fucking … hot. Oh God!"
With a grunt, he came, and the white streams mixed with the yellow piss still coming out, mixing atop of Natsu's torso. Gray hung his head in relief, but as he looked down, he saw the liquid still pouring.
"You're not done?"
"A-almost," Natsu whispered.
"That's seriously a lot of piss."
"Shut up," he mumbled in shame.
Yet it kept going. When he thought he must be done, it kept leaking, not even with pressure to squeeze it out. He wanted it to stop already, but it kept going. He wanted to curl into a ball and sob like a child, like a naughty little boy who had peed the bed. But it wouldn't stop. It wouldn't end. Seriously, how much had he drank today?
At last, the stream came to a light trickle. It kept dribbling, warm and smelly urine dripping over his thigh, across his narrow hips, and pooling under his butt, soaking away into the sheets and mattress in a warm, disgusting puddle. Natsu wanted all of it out, and he pressed with his abdominal muscles. His cock sprang and shot a bit more, but that one movement made his low back hurt. He teased up at the pain.
Gray's hand rested tenderly on the Dragon Slayer's chest. "Natsu, are you all right?"
Suddenly, a memory returned to Natsu.
"Natsu," came the basso, rumbling voice of his adopted father. "Are you all right, son?"
He must have been no more than five, just a scrawny boy wearing clothes that were too big for him, something Igneel had pilfered off the clothesline of a farmhouse. His baggy pants hung heavily with wetness. A dark stain spread all over his crotch and dripped down his legs. He sat in the middle of a puddle of piss, crying into his arms, knowing he was going to get into big trouble. These were the pants Igneel gave him, and he had pissed in them.
"I'm sorry," he wailed. "I tried to hold it. I really did, but you were gone and I didn't wanna go out there alone, not after … after … that time. I … I was scared." Confessing that made his tears bubble out more. He clutched at his massive white scarf, his one protection from the scary things. "I was scared," he sobbed.
"I know, Natsu. I'm sorry I was gone for so long. Something … bad happened. It's okay now. I took care of it, and now I'll take care of you. Get out of those pants and leave them there. Come out of the cave and follow me to the river."
Tiny Natsu snuffled up his snotty nose, undid the pants, and let them fall into the reeking puddle. He walked out naked, not ashamed since it was only him and Igneel. He followed the massive red dragon to a stream that ran by the cave where they lived, and he let the flowing water clean away the filth.
"See, we'll wash you, so it's okay this time. Don't worry, Natsu. Your father will protect you. It's all right."
The memory faded. He was in a wet bed reeking of fresh urine, with Gray smothering him, grabbing Natsu's shivering body.
"You did good, Natsu. You held it as long as you could. It was just an accident."
Igneel's voice echoed in his ears. "It was just an accident. I'll clean you up."
Gray raised, looked down at Natsu, and wiped the tear tracks that traced down his flushed cheeks. Seeing this level of humiliation was so arousing, he almost had an urge to ravish Natsu right here, in a urine-soaked bed. However, coming three times in under twenty-four hours … seriously, if Gray wasn't a strapping, virile, horny-as-hell nineteen-year-old, he would probably be spent for a whole week.
"I'll clean you up," he whispered, unknowingly mimicking the gentle, parental tenderness in Natsu's memory.
Suddenly, Natsu felt like that little child again, a helpless child who wet himself because he was too scared to go outside on his own. He began to cry all over again.
"Father," Natsu whispered. "I'm sorry."
Gray was momentarily stunned, but he knew what was happening. Reverting to childhood: it sometimes happened in BDSM, a common issue. Gray tenderly stroked back the pink hair. "It's okay, Natsu. You did well."
"Gray," he sighed as the memory and the reality bled into one another. "I … I pissed the bed," he sobbed. "You told me not to. You told me … to hold it."
"Yes, I did. I said I would spank you if you didn't. That can wait. Let's get you washed. Can you stand?"
The ice on Natsu's wrists evaporated, and Gray unlocked the handcuffs. Natsu tried to sit, but the ache in his bladder was pure agony. He grabbed his lower stomach and gritted his teeth to hold back any moans.
"It really … seriously hurts," he warned.
"I'm sorry if it was too much," Gray whispered, giving Natsu some help. As the teen rose to his feet, his knees nearly gave way. "Easy. Up you go. Slowly now. Let's walk to the bathroom. I'll clean you."
Memories of Igneel washing him in the stream returned. Natsu recalled that those pants had somehow been washed too, although Igneel usually just burned any old clothes. That one time, the fire dragon had somehow washed the pants, knowing Natsu would feel worse if the clothes were ruined because of his incontinence.
Now again, Gray was taking extra care to attend him. Since the shower was still running, he helped Natsu inside to let the urine wash away. Gray grabbed a bath sponge and soap provided by the hotel, and he began to scrub Natsu's body, gently cleaning the stomach, hips, thighs, and wherever the urine might have touched. He knelt in front of Natsu, not washing erotically—they were both too drained for that—but wanting to take some responsibility for putting the Dragon Slayer through that humiliation.
Natsu stood there, watching the attentiveness with blank eyes as his brain tried to recover from the emotional overload. "You have one weird kink," he muttered.
Gray's rubbing faltered as he looked up at that weary face. Maybe he should have just watched Natsu pee into the toilet, or had him piss himself in the shower. Going this far on their very first venture into omorashi and watersports was likely too much. He would not be surprised if it completely turned Natsu off from the idea.
Gray's head dropped back down. He was eye level with Natsu's cock, and he looked at how cute it was limp and hanging so wearily. His conscience stabbed him at being so abusive to this poor, untrained penis, tormenting it so much. Still, Gray could hardly help it. He had been Natsu's rival for so long, hearing him whine and beg was tantalizing. Still, as a Dominant, he had to put that rivalry aside. He could be sadistic, but he should not be plain cruel.
"How is your stomach?" he asked in concern.
"Sore. If I tense my lower muscles at all, it's painful."
"I'm really sorry. For the next three days, as soon as you get an urge to pee, get to the bathroom immediately. Don't try to hold it in. Drink a lot of water too." Gray hugged Natsu around the legs, leaning in tenderly to his lower stomach and resting his cheek there, wishing he could ease away all the pain he put Natsu through. "I'm really sorry," he repeated in a whisper.
Then he felt fingers in his wet hair. When he looked up, Natsu was stroking his head with a tiny smile. It was enough to lift Gray's spirits. He had not completely broken Natsu.
"Will you want to do it again?" The words blurted out, and immediately Gray wished he had held back. Right after a BDSM scene, both would be in an emotionally altered state. Natsu's answer might be affected by that hormonal turmoil, and if he said no here, he might concrete in his mind that what just happened was a bad thing, not a good thing.
Natsu had to admit, for all the humiliation, the relief had been incredible. "Maybe," he whispered. "Not any time soon."
"No, you shouldn't do that too often. You'll wind up with a urinary tract infection. Those can be nasty."
Gray was glad that at least Natsu was not utterly repulsed. He knew that a fetish for pissing was really hardcore, and most people found the whole thing repulsive rather than arousing. He had to go easier, slowly build up to more.
He had been too eager all day, giddy with the prospect of exploring his fetishes. Despite that, he had to take Natsu's needs, wants, and desires into consideration, first and foremost. That was the duty of the Dominant, and the most important rule was to always, always, be in control. That meant having control over himself before he could even think about being in control of his Submissive.
His duty right now was to ensure Natsu regained emotional stability and to tend to any physical pains. Gray stood back up, ready to be in control once again.
"Let's have you soak in the tub. It should help."
Gray started a bathtub of extra hot water, how he figured Natsu would like it, and helped the Dragon Slayer in. The heat made the pain in his lower stomach soothe away. Gray stayed beside the tub, crouched on the floor, watching Natsu, waiting to find out what he needed to do next. He had thought Natsu might use this moment to guilt him into doing anything at all; instead, Natsu leaned back in the tub and stared ahead, still processing what happened.
"Did that really turn you on?" he asked quietly.
Gray sat on his heels and stared at that dazed face. "It did. A lot. Just thinking about you needing to pee … it turns me on. I don't know why. It just does. That's why I had to leave the room and take a shower. I was getting overwhelmed, and I didn't want to humiliate you too much. If I had stayed there, watching you twist around … I don't know what I would have done, but I'd've probably hurt you. I didn't want that. Not this time."
"You … wanted more?" Natsu whispered.
Gray wondered if he should actually confess this. Then again, in a relationship like this, honesty was vital. "What I really want to try is pounding into your ass when you have a full bladder. I've only heard about it, never tried it, but supposedly it's way more intense for you and more tight for me."
Thinking about that tingling pressure at the same time as Gray filled him made Natsu squirm, and his hand drifted down to the aroused cock under the bath water.
"Ah, that happens too," Gray noticed. "Holding it that long puts pressure on the prostate, so releasing that pressure…"
"It was almost as good as coming," Natsu finished with a dazed voice. "Only, the feeling lasted a lot longer. Ya know, like when you come, you feel it for … what, twenty seconds? That, though … that just kept on going. Damn." He was lightly stroking himself now, but only to relieve the ache.
"Exactly. But what I really want to try," Gray whispered in a dark voice, "is to have you bang me with your bladder ready to burst. You can't piss when you're aroused, so you have to go fast. You'll be driven on by pure desperation, needing so badly to piss, but too hard to let it out. You know you need to work it off fast before your bladder totally bursts. You'll pound in fast, screaming with how desperate you are for your release, crying from the pain in your belly, and when you finally do come, it'll feel so good, way more intense. Right afterward, as soon at the tightness in your balls releases a bit, you'll piss so hard, still inside me. You'll fill my ass with cum, then flush it all up into me with your piss. That's something I've always wanted to try. Rather than just a spoonful of spunk, you'd fill me with a whole bladder full of your liquid."
Natsu shifted in the tub and scowled. "That … probably isn't something I can do," he muttered hesitantly. "The whole my cum can't be in something issue, ya know."
"Oh," Gray realized, admittedly a little disappointed. "Well, you know, if you do it that way—coming in me but then pissing—you'd destroy all the semen."
Natsu's eyes widened, and he swung his head over. "What?" he asked with a shiver.
For a moment, Gray wondered if he was about to freak out, but then he realized that the hand Natsu had under the water was jerking harder. "The acid in the urine would kill any sperm you have in there. It'd destroy the semen."
A hesitant but ecstatic smile twitched on Natsu's face. His eyes were wild with glee. "It'd … destroy it? Destroy all the sperm? The cum would be useless?"
Useless?
With shivering arousal, Natsu whispered, "I wanna try that some day. Pissing in your ass. I think, if we did it that way, maybe I could come inside you."
"Then we'll do it another time."
Gray felt a flush over his whole body. Natsu was actually willing to try one of his wildest, most hardcore fantasies. Despite how happy he was to hear that Natsu was game for more adventure into watersports, that one word troubled him. Useless…? Was that part of his issue?
"You do realize, cum is useless to a man anyway. I can't get pregnant."
"Idiot, of course I know that, but you can still … you can—" Natsu gulped down the words and looked away sharply. "You wouldn't though. I know that. Dammit, I know that."
Gray realized the hand below stopped stroking. He's losing himself in the past again. God, did some lady try to force him to give her babies? I can imagine Juvia attempting that, but who would do that to a flame-brain like Natsu?
"Whatever it is, I'm probably not even interested," Gray mumbled cautiously.
"I know. Dammit, I wish I could just tell you."
Gray wished that too. It would make knowing what he could and couldn't do so much easier. "Did you promise not to?"
"Not exactly. I just … can't tell anyone. They … they said it'd … be better … if no one knew—"
Icy fury crackled in Gray's eyes. "The bastard who did that to you told you that?"
Natsu looked up in surprise. "No. Makarov did."
Gray jolted back. Master Makarov? That meant the guild master knew about Natsu's past, whatever this trauma was. Why the hell would Makarov tell Natsu to keep it a secret? Seriously, what happened?
Natsu grimaced with anger. "I don't want anyone to know that … that I … did that." He shivered and pulled his knees up to his chest. "I don't even like to think about it. It still gives me nightmares. All the blood—" His voice faded away.
"Blood?"
Definitely, this was some huge trauma, probably violent in nature. But who was the violent one? What if the fault was actually on Natsu? Dozens of possibilities swarmed Gray's worried mind, everything from Natsu was raped to Natsu was the one who raped someone. In every scenario, Gray knew only one certainty: no matter what had happened, he wanted to stay with Natsu and keep doing what they were doing. If he could possibly help Natsu overcome his trauma, that would be great; however, at the least, Gray wanted to be the one who accepted Natsu's past and still stayed by his side.
"Natsu, you can trust me," Gray said, feeling sad that, after all this intimacy, Natsu still felt he could not confide in him.
"I want to tell you," Natsu muttered into his drawn up knees. "I can't yet. Maybe someday. Just don't make me think about it yet."
How could he possibly help Natsu not think about something Gray didn't know? It was so frustrating, but Gray still wanted to help. He yanked Natsu over in the bathwater, pulling him out of the fetal position he had curled into, and hugged around those warm shoulders.
"I don't want your cum, Natsu. I want only to pleasure you, to torment you, humiliate you, make you cry for me, make you beg for more, and then comfort you afterward, care for you, wash you up, pamper you like my fiery prince." He leaned over, kissed Natsu's wet neck, and leaned up to his ear. "Even if you gave me your cum, I'd pour it out. Or maybe I'd swallow it. Even if you came in my ass, I'd shit it out. A few drops of fluid aren't interesting to me. It's watching you build up to that moment of release, watching you be aroused, listening to you whimper and cry. Not your cum, but your pleasure, and I'll milk that out any way I can," he growled softly. "If I have to beat you, whip you, torture you, make you desperate, make you hurt, humiliate you to tears, whatever it takes to siphon all that pleasure out of you, I'll do it. I'm greedy, and I want it all." He glanced down at the erection trying to poke through the surface of the bath water. "You're hard again just thinking about it."
"I was hard before, idiot."
"Do you want me to take care of that?"
Natsu flinched. He had denied himself release earlier, so he felt he really did need it this time. However, his body felt weak from the violent struggle to hold back his bladder and the emotional upheaval.
"Nothing kinky this time," Gray promised. "We don't have to be kinky. Just a plain blowjob should be enough. I promise to swallow it too. Sit on the edge of the tub."
Natsu rose out of the water and swung his legs over, sitting on the ledge. Gray knelt between his legs and caressed the needy shaft while smiling up at Natsu.
"You really are something, you flame-brain idiot."
"Oh? And what am I?"
"I dunno…" Gray kissed the cockhead, mouthed gentle sucks down the veined length, and admired the pearl drop leaking on the slitted top with a sparkle in his silver-blue eyes. "…but I wanna figure it out." He opened his mouth and slipped down the shaft all in one go.
Natsu hissed and clenched the side of the tub. Gray definitely had a talent with his mouth. His fingers were cold, callused, and they dug into Natsu's butt cheeks as he let just his mouth do the work. His lips were tight, his tongue curled around the underside of the head, and his throat took on the pounding as he bobbed down as far as he could without deep-throating. Natsu's fists clenched so hard against the tub, he heard a crack.
"Gray, restrain me."
The black-haired young man pulled up with saliva and pre-cum on his lips. "You're damn lucky I'm an ice wizard and can bind you on a whim." He grabbed Natsu's wrists and frosted them over, trapping Natsu to the rim of the tub. "Is that good enough?"
The Dragon Slayer nodded frantically. So long as he was restrained … so long as he couldn't use his hands … so long as he couldn't reach out and hurt the person pleasuring him…
Gray now sucked and used one hand to stroke the lower half of the cock, while his other hand reached around and slipped inside Natsu's tight hole, fingering his ass until he found the prostate. The Dragon Slayer cried out at that, and one leg suddenly crashed down in an attack-style kick. His heel rammed into Gray's back, making him cry out around the cock and pull off angrily.
"What the hell?" Gray shouted.
Natsu cringed guiltily. "I'm sorry. Instinct. Restrain my legs too."
With pain-fueled anger, Gray roughly yanked Natsu's thighs apart wider, gripped his ankles tight enough to leave bruises, and froze Natsu's feet to the bottom of the tub. "There. Now you can't fuckin' kick out my kidney."
"Yes…" Natsu hissed in pleasure. "Can't move. Can't fight. Can't do anything." He suddenly sneered down at Gray with a flame dancing on his skin. "Don't you dare touch me, bastard."
However, Gray heard the purr of lust hidden behind the words. This was not like earlier when Natsu demanded to be released from the handcuffs. His face was totally different. This was him starting on that journey he had to mentally travel, thinking he was being forced so that he could release. As Gray ignored the protesting threat and sucked on him, he began to piece together what little bits he knew about this complex pyromaniac.
Natsu did not want to be called boy. Could that be because the trauma happened in his youth? Whatever this trauma was, Makarov told Natsu to keep it a secret. That was truly perplexing, and if the tiny guild master felt the guild should not know about this issue, then directly asking Makarov about Natsu's past was out of the question.
He mentioned that his trauma included blood. Had it been Natsu's blood, or someone else's? He did not want anything gagging him, nothing restricting his air, and even touching his neck could trigger reactions. Kissing and gentle fondling were okay, but there was some invisible threshold where he flipped, attacking the one touching him. At that point, Natsu demanded to be tied up. He didn't trust himself. The ache in Gray's kidney showed that the demand was probably because Natsu knew he reacted violently to anything too sexually stimulating.
He demanded his semen to be swallowed, not spit. He could not allow his semen to be in any form of receptacle, and even the thought of it led to panic attacks. This included anal sex, condoms, some sex toys, and although Gray did not bother with asking directly, he guessed this included semen inside a vagina, probably to panic-inducing levels. That was the most confusing part of this. Natsu could be romantically attracted to either men or women, but he was not okay with ejaculation, or at least he had a lot of restrictions. He was afraid his semen might wind up in something.
He liked orgasm denial, and if he was going to orgasm then he had to indulge himself in a rape fantasy. He needed to fight against the impending orgasm. As he had put it on their first time together, "I can't lose control. You have to take it. You have to force it out of me." However, when Gray said 'I'm gonna make you come' last night while just touching Natsu, that increased the level of pleasure, yet when he said the same thing tonight with Natsu's penis inside of him, it evoked a massive panic attack. The pieces to this puzzle were falling into place, but something did not add up.
"Gray! Gray … nngh … Gray."
Natsu kept saying his name, over and over. Gray glanced up and saw in his face, Natsu was not chanting his name to be erotic. He was repeating it to remind himself who he was with, to reassure himself that this would be okay. Gray decided to test something. He pulled off the cock and only rubbed it with his hand.
"I'm gonna make you come, Natsu." He observed a slight flinch, but not on the same level as before. "I'm gonna swallow it down. All of it. I won't let a single drop stay behind." A definite change now happened, with Natsu shivering and the tension loosening. "I'll force you to give me every last drop. I won't let you hold back. There is no way you can fight me, no way you can escape. You're my own little sex slave, so I can use you however I want…" That brought up a harsh flinch. "…and right now, I want you to feed me. I'm gonna use your cum as my dinner."
"No, don't eat it." There was a small smile on Natsu's face that showed, behind the struggles, he was enjoying this idea.
"I'll swallow it all down, let my stomach acids dissolve all of it, digest that filthy cum of yours, and tomorrow I'll shit it out."
"Oh God," Natsu cried out, and the cock in Gray's hand surged, twitching with need.
Gray made some mental notes. Telling Natsu he was going to force ejaculation only worked if Natsu knew the cum was going to be out, as he put it, or swallowed. The idea of sex slavery was toeing some invisible line; that was something they would have to discuss later, perhaps as a subcategory under roleplay. However, the thought of destroying semen really turned Natsu on. Gray had no idea what a sexual fantasy like that was called—maybe a form of spermatophobia?—but he could definitely work with that.
"Your cum isn't good for anything but shit," Gray snarled.
Natsu's head arched up as he screamed in a surge of erotic delight. "Yes. Eat it. Crap it out. Dissolve it."
My complex little dragon! Gray quickly devoured Natsu's cock again, determined to do just as he promised.
Natsu shook his head back and forth. This was Gray. Gray would swallow, he had promised that much. He would swallow it all down. Still, mentally he wanted to hold back. He did not want to release. He wanted to break free. He yanked on the ice cuffing his ankles, trying to squeeze his knees together to stop this … this … rape.
Yes, rape! He's forcing me again. I have no control. I'm tied up. I'm helpless. Nobody is coming to rescue me. They don't know I'm here. No one knows. I'm alone, and he's forcing me to do this. I can't stop him.
"Stop," he sobbed, but Gray ignored him. "Stop it … no. I don't want to. Someone … anyone. Help me!"
Hearing those screams made Gray's heart pound. Instinctively, he wanted to come to Natsu's rescue, but he knew this was all part of the fantasy. Natsu was placing himself as the victim, helpless to resist.
"Stop!" Natsu shrieked as his hips thrust on their own will. "No. Stop already. God, someone, help!"
Seriously, if we were at my house and he screamed this loudly, I'd have the police at my door in minutes.
Gray forced himself to continue. Natsu knew the safewords. He had used both now. He knew how to stop this if the scene was truly too much to mentally handle. This was, in a way, a form of roleplay. Natsu was the rape victim, Gray was the rapist. Struggling when you were powerless brought a whole new level of arousal. For Gray, being aggressive and forceful was frighteningly erotic.
Gray pulled up and gazed at him. "Do you like this, brat? Your cock is leaking in my mouth. Such a slut! You love being ravaged, don't you?"
"No," Natsu sobbed, yet Gray dived down and sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks as he pulled back. "Oh God, please, don't rape me. I'm serious, stop it. Stop," he screamed, but Gray bobbed faster on him. "Oh, fuck … no…" Natsu whined as his already-aching stomach muscles burned from the coiling. "I won't give in to you. You can't make me. You … you can't…" His head swung back as he screamed to the ceiling, "Nooooo!"
Then Natsu doubled over, and his teeth crunched down into Gray's shoulder. Gray screamed, and because of that, the first spurt choke down his opened throat. Despite the pain of those teeth clenched on his skin, he kept his mouth firm as Natsu released the buildup of over half a day of play, although not as thick as he had been the night before.
Gray waited, feeling the little pulses after the main rupture. Then slowly, Natsu's jaw released, and Gray felt the hot dribble of blood snaking from his shoulder down his back. When he could pull back, he sucked everything up, and he swallowed before fully pulling off, that way Natsu could feel him gulp it all down.
"Oh God, Gray," he moaned in exhaustion.
Finally, Gray pulled back, and the limp cock flopped down, still dripping a little, but those tiny droplets fell to the bathroom tile. Gray sat back on his heels and gazed up at the glowing, overwhelmed face.
"Are you okay?" he asked in worry.
Natsu had a weak and satisfied smile. "Better than okay. Damn, that mouth of yours is talented."
Gray crawled forward and embraced the burning hot body.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Natsu cried out.
"What the hell does it look like? I'm cuddling you. You need that afterward, right?"
He laughed wryly. "How touching! You remembered."
"Shut up. I want to remember everything you need, every wish, every desire."
"I'll remember your needs too. Right now, while my blood is on a high, you need that shoulder healed. Release me." The ice vanished, Natsu shook out his freed hands, and then he hugged Gray back. "Thank you. I'm sorry if shouting those things troubles you."
"I don't like thinking I'm a rapist."
Natsu pouted guiltily. "I know…"
Gray caressed his cheek. "But I do like ravaging you," he said with a low, sultry voice.
Natsu's eyes lit up at that.
"Just don't say the word rape," Gray warned. "I know I say it when I'm taunting you, but hearing you say it…" He flinched a little. That had truly troubled his conscience. "Think it in your head if you have to, but don't say it to me. That part right there made me feel bad. But the rest of it … I feel guilty for admitting it, but I like to get forceful with you. It feels like our normal fights, except that I get to see you cry."
"Bastard," Natsu growled with a hard glare, yet he felt intense relief at hearing that. "Thank you, really. I thought I'd never find someone who'd…"
"Shut up and heal my shoulder before I pass out from blood loss."
Natsu leaned over and began to lick at the bloody punctures. His spit, laced with dragon hormones that could heal his lover, made the wounds from the sharp canines disappear, and the skin grew over as if it never occurred. However, this time Natsu left a bruise, since Gray had complained about not having that before.
"Sorry about the shoulder. You have blood down your back, so now you need a bath too."
"How about a shower? It's quicker."
They washed each other off in the shower. Natsu eyed the bruise marking his lover. He paused every other minute to nuzzle that bruise, grab around Gray's body, and cuddle him under the heat of the dripping water. Instead of the sponge, Gray used his hands to clean up the semen mess on Natsu's groin. Natsu blushed at those nearly erotic touches. Gray cleaned his genitals with tenderness, knowing how he cleaned himself in that highly sensitive area.
Natsu grabbed the shampoo bottle, squeezed some into his hand, and rubbed it through Gray's raven strands. They were so slick in the water, and the suds built up quickly. When a little soap began to drip toward Gray's eyebrow, Natsu swiped it away with his finger. Gray gazed silently as Natsu washed his hair. No one had ever done something like this. It was … weird. Weird, but good. Feeling Natsu's hot fingers scratching into his scalp was so nice. Then Natsu turned Gray closer to the shower head, and he rinsed out the suds.
"A mate cleans up the mess, and the dragon protects the mate," Natsu mumbled into Gray's skin while kissing his collar and racking his nails through the last bits of his scalp.
"What was that?" he asked over the hiss of the shower water.
"Something I think Igneel told me." Now it was Gray's turn. He was faster, running the shampoo through Natsu's hair and barely giving any scrubbing before turning the shower head to wash it all away. Natsu hummed at the pleasant feeling. "What happens when both mates want to clean and protect?"
Gray walked around to face Natsu. "Does there have to be set roles?"
The Dragon Slayer smirked, and he suddenly forced Gray up against the wet tile wall. "Nope," he answered, and he forced a rough, hungry kiss. Gray reached around, grabbed Natsu's ass in a bruising grip, and yanked those hot hips closer against him. Natsu's hands rubbed over Gray's wet torso, up to his dripping shoulders. Then suddenly, he clawed sharply down Gray's chest. The ice wizard shouted in pain as the nails left ten bright pink stripes down his body.
"The hell ya doing?" he shouted.
"Marking you more," Natsu stated as if it was obvious. He took a step back to admire the clawed skin. Dots of blood were rising just under the surface on some of the stripes. Most would fade before morning, but the harsher scratch marks would puff up into welts. Every time Gray removed his shirt, he would show off that bruise on his neck and the scratches on his chest … marked by a dragon. "I think we're done showering."
They left the steamy shower, dried off, but when they stepped back out to the main room, Natsu smelled the reek of urine. He had wanted to snuggle on the bed, but he flushed as he remembered the mess he made earlier.
"Still need cuddled?" Gray asked as he began to dress.
"Kinda," Natsu admitted, pulling his own clothes on.
Gray came forward and wrapped the white scarf around Natsu's neck. The Dragon Slayer touched the familiar fabric, and he looked up in surprise to see that Gray had done such an intimate thing. No other man but Igneel had ever wrapped the scaly muffler around him. Gray's fingers drifted along the hot, damp skin until he reached the day-old love bruise on Natsu's neck. He traced it with his finger, then adjusted the scarf to help Natsu hide that sign of their kinkiness.
"My house is closer. Stay the night," the ice wizard offered, walking away to finish finding his clothes. "I don't mind if you have to leave early, either. I know Happy probably is worried. Two nights in a row! Oh, and Natsu?" Gray was mostly clothed now, so he faced the Dragon Slayer solidly. He reached forward, rubbed down Natsu's arm, until he got to the callused hands. He took the fingers in his grip and squeezed them. "Will you go out with me?"
He raised his eyebrows in shock, and then he laughed softly. "I thought answering your damn Checklist of Fucking gave you that answer."
"It told me you want to be exclusive. It didn't tell me if you want to be my boyfriend."
"And you wanna be boyfriends?"
"I wouldn't have asked otherwise."
Natsu turned aside, trying to hide how happy hearing Gray ask this made him. He nonchalantly continued to button up his clothes. "Sure, we can give being boyfriends a shot. We're pretty good in the sex department, so let's see how we are with dating."
Gray took hold of Natsu's chin and turned his face back up to him. "You're cute when you blush."
Those narrow eyes gazed back harshly. "I will punch your goddamn face."
"Even cuter when you try to act all tough."
"I'm not acting, bastard. I told you, I hate being called sweet names. I really will punch you if you dare call me cute again."
"Is that a hard limit?" teased Gray.
"Hell yeah."
"Then what if I say you're handsome?"
The glower vanished, and Natsu stared in shock. He tried to turn away again as his cheeks went red, but Gray still had hold of his chin.
"My handsome boyfriend," Gray sighed. He leaned in and gave Natsu a gentle, lingering kiss.
Natsu smiled up at him. "I love you, Gray."
The ice wizard blinked, stunned. He wanted to say the words back. They rose to his lips so naturally, but something held them back. Instead, he smiled as a way to receive those emotions and leaned in for another kiss.
As his lips pressed against that cold mouth, Natsu remembered that Gray had warned him, he didn't say I love you unless he really meant it, and then he would not say it often. Natsu realized he had no right to demand Gray should say something he was uncomfortable saying. He saw in that pale face and felt in the tight embrace, Gray returned his emotions. Maybe he still had to sort out for himself if this was mere lust or actual love, so Natsu would give him time.
It seemed both of them had personal demons to battle.
"Wanna try a date?" Natsu offered impetuously.
"Now?" Gray asked in surprise. "It's almost midnight."
"There's a 24-hour café not far. They have good cake and ice cream. It's midnight, so it'd be a good time to try a date, since we don't have to be overly paranoid about our friends seeing us together."
"Yeah, but if anyone sees us two, of all people, together eating dessert at midnight, it'd be suspicious."
"It … was just an idea," he muttered sadly.
That pout was so adorable, Gray had to lean in and capture it with his lips. "I'd love to, but I'm kinda out of money now."
"Oh hell no, my treat," Natsu insisted stubbornly. "If we're on a date, I'm paying. You can pay for hotels and kinky crap, but I'm taking charge when it comes to dating."
Gray laughed at the determination in his face. Natsu had his pride, after all. He might have to take the submissive position in sex, purely because of his issues, but he would take the alpha role in romance. "Fine, but that means I'm finding the biggest goddamn bowl of ice cream they serve and I'm not sharing it."
"Greedy bastard. Fine, but I'm ordering a lava cake, and you can't have a single bite."
"I'll just steal a bite from you."
"Try, and I'll smash your face into the ice cream."
Laughing, they left the hotel room and walked down the hallway. With nervous hesitation, Natsu reached over and held Gray's hand as they walked toward the elevators. Gray squeezed his fingers back and traced his thumb over the roughened knuckles. The elevator opened, the two walked in, and as the doors slid shut, Natsu leaned over to give Gray a peck on the cheek.
Maybe dating a Dragon Slayer wouldn't be so bad after all.
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