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Fight Me, Bite Me	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 39446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 6
Aftercare
When Gray woke up in his own bed, there was no sign of Natsu. Still, unlike the previous morning, he had no doubt that last night really happened. He touched a divot in the pillow beside him and smiled to himself.
Who in a million years would have thought he and Natsu would become a couple? It still felt unreal, but Gray was glad it had happened. He felt that Natsu needed someone like him, a person who could handle his complexities and keep his secrets. He definitely needed someone like Natsu, who could handle some sadistic pain play and still want more. Gray was usually too scared to do that with a girl, but he knew he could not hurt Natsu too badly. Not physically, at least.
Mentally … well, that was something they still had to work out. Both of them.
As Gray got up and stretched, he thought about the previous night. After they left the love hotel, Natsu took him out for ice cream, although it was after midnight. They had stayed pretty much silent the whole time, with nervousness tingling the air between them. In the midst of that awkwardness, Natsu had reached across the table and held Gray's hand. It was a move only lovers did. The waitress saw, and Gray heard her giggle. It made him blush, but Natsu merely squeezed his cold fingers even tighter, as if to tell Gray that he did not care if people thought it was weird.
On the walk home, Natsu had suggested an alternate route. They had walked along one of the canals that ran through Magnolia, through deserted streets lit by the moon and streetlights. They held hands most of the time, but Natsu always let go just seconds before someone came by, usually to scratch his scalp or rub out his neck. After the fifth time scratching his pink hair, Gray guessed Natsu was sniffing out other people, keeping their little intimate touches a secret. That was oddly sweet of him.
Then Natsu walked Gray home, they stripped to their underwear, and Natsu cuddled Gray throughout the night. The ice wizard had woken up a few times, stifled by the heat pressed up against him, only to feel Natsu's hold tighten possessively. Each time, it made him smile, relax, and he could drift off to sleep once again.
Now he was alone. He guessed Natsu woke up early and went to check on Happy, maybe make the Exceed some breakfast. He still felt the lingering heat in the bedroom, which was much warmer than the rest of his cold home. As Gray made breakfast, he hoped Natsu was okay. Not just physically—although belting him would probably hurt for a day or two—but mentally. Natsu had issues, and as much as Gray wanted to know what he was dealing with, if Natsu was not ready to tell him, he had to respect that.
Still, as he munched his cereal, he stared off and let the previous nights' events run through his head. The last two days were so surreal. He almost could not believe it had happened.
After all, this was Natsu. They were rivals. He never would have thought Natsu would be a masochist, let alone submissive.
A part of him still wondered if this was all one huge, elaborate prank, but Natsu would never let Gray hit him with a belt if it was a joke. Plus the panic attack Natsu had was way too real. It almost seemed like another person, but the anger he showed for a brief moment was totally him. That face when he snarled "Release me, you sick bastard" was definitely the look Natsu gave to enemies.
Which made the whole thing even more surreal. Natsu could go from whimpering to growling, from timid to voracious, and from cutely innocent to warmly romantic, all in the blink of an eye. It was like he had two personalities.
Considering the rest of his mental issues, Gray would not be the least bit surprised if that might also be the case. Not that Natsu had two completely different personalities and one did not know what the other was doing. Just that there was normal Natsu, and then there was bedroom-Natsu. In the bedroom, Natsu had issues that made him need to be suppressed, tied up, confined, and he was so naive that he had to be told what to do. Outside of the bedroom, Natsu was … well, Natsu. A surprisingly romantic guy, but still a bit immature, loyal and watchful, argumentative and stubborn, playful and innocent.
Gray knew he faced a challenge sorting out a guy this complex, but if the past couple days were any indication, he figured his efforts would be worth it if he could do this level of bondage with Natsu.
Gray washed up, dressed, and headed to the guild. Part of him felt a slight dread about how he and Natsu would face one another after a night like that. Two people did not wildly fuck one another and then simply wave hello with a casual smile the next day. He also wondered if anyone saw them when they were on their date. Natsu had a point about keeping things secret. Gray still had scratch marks on his chest from where Natsu clawed him in the shower.
God, that had been hot!
Gray forced himself not to think about that because he would only get aroused.
"Gray-sama."
And there went his boner.
He cringed as Juvia bounced up and grabbed his arm. Seriously, how many times did he have to tell this woman that he was not interested?
"Gray-sama, Juvia wants to go on a mission."
"Then go on one," he replied frigidly.
"Juvia wants to take a hard one."
"You're strong. You can handle it."
She pouted stubbornly and told him outright, "Juvia wants to go on a mission with Gray-sama."
"Not interested." He swiftly pulled away from her grip, letting her take his shirt along with her. Now missing his top, he walked over to the bar. "Hey, Mira. Something cold to drink."
"Gray, what happened? Did you fight a vicious beast?"
"Huh?" He looked down and saw the scratch marks. He let out a light curse and ran back over to Juvia. Her eyes lit up with hopefulness; however, he yanked his shirt away from her hands and tugged it back on. Stupid flame-brain, marking him like that!
Lucy walked in while he was still buttoning his shirt. Gray eyed her, thinking back a couple nights. Natsu had first gone to Lucy's place when he had that nightmare. If Loke had not been with her, apparently busy in an act that would make Natsu horny—and Gray could guess what that meant—then Natsu never would have gone to Gray's home that night, and he would not have been in that sort of mood. Gray might have to thank Loke some day.
"Good morning, Gray," she called out cheerfully.
Behind him, he heard Juvia hiss, "Love rival!"
"Hey, Lucy," Gray said with a placid smile. "Have you been busy?"
She blushed, and Juvia seethed, and chanting like a curse, Love rival, love rival. "Busy, yeah," Lucy muttered. "I've been … training. Extensively."
"Cool. Maybe you can call Loke out and we can spar." He loved how that blush went crimson at the mention of Loke's name. Those two were totally banging all weekend.
"Oh, I guess so, but not today. I … um … that is…"
"Ah, you kept him busy … with training," Gray said, and he watched as the crimson on her face went almost maroon.
Lucy laughed nervously. "Yes, w-with training."
Mira looked over at them. "Do you need an iced drink, Lucy? You're looking feverish. I hope you're not coming down with whatever Natsu has."
Gray jolted at that, left behind Juvia's seething jealousy, and hurried to the bar. "What Natsu has?" he repeated. "What's wrong with him?"
"I'm not sure, really," said Mira. "Happy came here early this morning and said Natsu was feverish, and he wanted some hot soup. He said Natsu was out for two nights in a row. I wonder if he's sneaking out to see a girlfriend."
Lucy laughed at that. "Natsu, with a girlfriend? That's impossible."
"Oh?" Mira asked slyly. "Are you jealous, Lucy?"
"Not in the slightest."
Gray left their conversation and rushed out of the guild. Natsu was sick? Why didn't he wake Gray up, if he was feeling ill? Or had he sneaked away so he would not bother Gray with his illness?
That sounded like Natsu, all right. He hated to show any sort of weakness.
Gray made a stop at the store. Natsu would need tea, and probably medicine for a fever, and…
"Ah shit," he muttered as something dawned on him. An old lady passing by him in the store aisle smacked her umbrella across Gray's head for cussing. He flinched and rubbed out the hit. "Sorry, ma'am." He hurried on and made sure not to cuss in public again, although now his mind was whirling.
He had forced Natsu to hold his bladder to the point of wetting himself. There was a danger in that sort of play. A person could easily get a bladder infection if they were not properly hydrated. He bought a few extra items in case that was the issue. Then he rushed out of town and into the woods where Natsu and Happy lived together.
When he knocked on the door to their rickety house, Happy answered.
"Whoa, Gray! Why are you here? Natsu is sick; he can't fight with you."
"I heard. I brought some stuff that might help."
"Oh." Happy looked confused by the act of kindness. "Well, we just ran out of toilet paper and I was about to go to the store. Don't fight with Natsu. He's really feverish and can barely get out of bed. Do you know where Natsu was last night?"
"You could ask him," Gray said cautiously.
"I did, and he just said he was out, but he was gone all night, and he was gone most of the previous night too, and he won't say where, and he's being really secretive."
"How should I know what that flame-brain does?" Gray grumbled to get out of answering.
"Well, just watch over things. There's a kettle on the stove if he needs something to drink." Happy took a pouch of money and flew off toward town.
Gray put the bag of goods in the kitchen and walked over to Natsu's bedroom. When he entered, the pink-haired Dragon Slayer was curled up in bed. Natsu rolled over, and his eyes widened at seeing Gray standing there. Then they narrowed spitefully.
"Why are you here?" he mumbled.
Gray ignored the cranky tone. "I heard you were sick."
Natsu glared in accusation. "Yeah, and it's probably your fault."
Gray froze as the scathing words pierced his chest. With a lump in his throat, he dropped his head. "Yeah, you're probably right," he admitted. "Which is why I'm here. It's my duty to take care of you."
"Duty?" Natsu questioned.
Gray nodded with solemn determination. "As a Dominant, it's my duty to take care of my Submissive."
Natsu stared at him for a long, tense moment before practically snarling, "Who the hell are you calling submissive?"
Those furious words took Gray by surprise. Then he realized Natsu probably did not know the proper terminology. "Well, that's what it's called. You're … you know…"
"No, I'm not. I'm not submissive to anyone, least of all you."
Gray looked shocked. "But … but that's how it works. You … we…"
"We're not that way at all, asshole."
Gray paused as he realized everything he had mentally conceived about their relationship was not at all what Natsu also thought. Gray assumed they were in normal dominant/submissive roles, yet he realized Natsu was not the sort who would want that. Tied up, maybe some pain, but…
Had he ever actually acted submissive?
"Shit," he whispered, running his hand through his hair as he realized his ideas had all been one-sided. "So, how do you want this relationship to work?"
Natsu pulled the blankets up to his chin. "I don't know. Is Happy here?"
"He left to the store."
Natsu looked a little relieved. He did not want to discuss these sorts of things with Happy around. "I need to be … tied up and … and forced," he said so quietly, Gray had to come closer just to hear him, "but I'm not submissive, all right? I don't want to be submissive, not to you."
Gray sat on the edge of the bed. "So … what? Just a masochist?"
Natsu sank even deeper into the blankets. Discussing this in the daylight was way too embarrassing. "Yeah, I guess that's what you'd call it."
"Okay. So … um … how do you want to … uh…"
"What's wrong?" Natsu asked, confused by the frustrated expressions on Gray's face.
"I'm trying to figure this out," Gray said a little snappishly.
"Does it need names? Do you have to title everything, label exactly what we have here? I don't want to be labeled, or feel like I have to fit into a category. I'm just gonna do whatever the hell I want, okay? And one thing I won't do is be a mewling, subservient slave to you. Like hell I'd do that!"
Gray tried to process this, rearranging his mental picture of their relationship. Natsu had a point. He had rushed forward and labeled Natsu: submissive masochist. It made things nice and neat, a textbook BDSM relationship, but in real life, things rarely worked that easily.
"So, you don't want me to order you around?"
Natsu snapped peevishly. "I'm not gonna listen to your orders. I mean, if you suggest we try something … I'm not that experienced, so if you have a suggestion, that's fine, but I won't obey everything you tell me to do."
"So, it's okay if I order you to do some stuff, right? If it'll help us with whatever we're doing that night?"
"Well, yeah, I guess," Natsu mumbled. "I wouldn't know how to do this kinky crap you're into." Natsu watched as Gray rubbed his chin with a furrowed brow. The Dragon Slayer chuckled and shook his head. "You're still trying to organize this into a nice, neat, perfect little category, Gray. We don't need to be categorized. Let's just be us. You don't have a role to fulfill. There is no dominant and submissive. I mean, I'm a masochist, and you're obviously a sadist, and that works for both of us, but … you know, I might want to hurt you, bite you, or scratch you. I won't limit myself to a role I have to play. I may want you to order me around, just for fun, but I won't always obey you. I'm not going to blindly follow you around like a puppy, obeying all your rules and orders. I don't want that. I want to just be us. Okay?" he pleaded, rubbing Gray's arm. "Let's just be lovers."
Gray looked down at those hot fingers and chuckled softly. "Lovers, huh?"
"Well, yeah. That's what we are, right? Let's just be us."
Gray did not mind the sound of that one bit. Just lovers. What a wonderful category to be in! "I'm still gonna take care of you."
Natsu sighed and leaned back on his pillow. "Fine, whatever. If you feel guilty for making me sick, then take responsibility."
"Guilty," Gray mused. That was what it boiled down to. He felt guilty for making Natsu sick. "I shouldn't have pushed you so hard last night."
Natsu glared, and then looked away. "Yeah, maybe you shouldn't have."
Gray turned to him in horror. "Wh-what?"
"I'm serious. That was probably too much. At least for the first time. I'm not saying I hated it, but…" Natsu's face contorted with embarrassment mixed with anguish. "Can we … slow it down a little? Ease me into these kinks of yours, Gray. I'm not used to this. Hell, two days ago I was a virgin."
Gray's eyes widened. "You really were a virgin?"
"Yeah. What'd you think?"
"Well, I thought you were at first, but then…" His voice faded away.
"Then, what?"
Gray thought about everything Natsu had told him about his past, all the horrible things he had considered might have occurred during that mysterious, torturous time that twisted the Dragon Slayer into someone who could not trust his own desires.
"Nothing, just … it's nothing…"
Natsu stared hard, trying to decipher him. "Graaaaay…"
"Nothing! I just wasn't sure. I mean … sheesh," he whispered, running his fingers through his hair.
"Gray, you're hiding something."
Suddenly, the ice wizard snapped, "No, you're the one hiding something." He caught himself too late and saw the wide eyes on Natsu's face. "Sorry. I'm not gonna make you tell me. I'm better than that."
Natsu rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. "Oh God, it's about that?"
"Well, yeah," he shouted. "Natsu, I … I…"
He growled and looked away. He wanted to say I love you but he was unsure if he could really say it. He was not even sure if that was the right emotion, and to say something like that, Gray wanted to be sure first.
"I'm worried about you, okay? I care for you, and I don't want to see you hurt. Yeah, I'm curious. It's affecting us. But … I won't force you to say anything. It was probably traumatic, right?"
Natsu gave a weak shrug. "Guess so."
"I can tell. So I won't force you to say anything. You can keep it a secret, but I'm still worried. I don't know when I might say something wrong, set you off, and … and I don't ever want to do that to you again. I want things to be good between us, I want us to have fun, and I'm seriously worried about you."
He saw the guilt in Natsu's face. It was obvious he did not want to talk about it, but by the tears gathering in Natsu's eyes, he realized that the Dragon Slayer felt deeply guilty for keeping it a secret.
"Hey, come here." He pulled Natsu into his arms, hugging him. "It's all right."
"You said it's affecting us."
"No, I … I mean … oh shit, I didn't mean it that way. I don't want to pressure you."
Natsu turned his face away as he scowled.
"Hey," Gray said lightly, tugging that stubborn chin. "Don't look away. Come on, give me a kiss. Just a kiss."
Natsu arched an eyebrow as he glanced over. "Just a kiss? You mean we can just kiss?"
"The hell are you talking about? Of course we can just kiss. Unless you don't want to," he said, feeling a little uncertain.
Natsu finally looked back over, and his face softened. His hand reached up, and he caressed Gray's worried face. "No, I want to," he whispered, and he leaned in slowly. "Just a kiss."
Gray felt those burning lips brush against his. Then Natsu's fingers threaded through his black hair, and he gripped a little tighter, pulling at the strands until Gray gasped softly. Natsu took that opportunity to slip his tongue past those cold lips and heat that mouth with his own scalding breath.
Gray moaned at the domineering kiss. This must be what Natsu meant. During sex itself, he needed to be tied up, but in moments of romance, Natsu tended to take the lead role. Gray realized, he did not really mind. He was bad at the whole concept of romancing someone. He was more used to picking up a person at a pub, buying them a few drinks, and getting what he needed out of them, maybe a week or two of treating the person to dinners and movies, but when it came to actual romance, he really was a novice.
So he let Natsu kiss him, hold him, and that heat utterly melted Gray's icy shell.
"Mmm, your lips are always so hot," he moaned.
Natsu leaned back a bit and smirked. "And your mouth is always refreshing, like mouthwash."
That made Gray laugh. He stroked Natsu's face, but it was hot, so much hotter than usual. Worried, he felt the Dragon Slayer's forehead.
"Sheesh, you're burning up. How do you feel?"
"Honestly?" Natsu flopped back down onto the bed. "I've got blood in my piss."
Gray flinched. "Oh God!" He didn't realize it was that bad already.
"Yeah, burns like crazy when I pee, and for it to burn me, you know it's gotta be bad." He twisted around as the aching sensation began to return. "I keep feeling like I need to pee, but then I don't have to. It's annoying."
"Rest for a few days," Gray ordered. "I'm seriously going to take care of you. I want to be there for you and … and…" Gray looked away with guilt. "I'm so sorry, Natsu. I didn't think it'd get that bad. I'm … really sorry." He firmed up a bit. "Next time we do this, I'll prepare in advance, make sure you're hydrated. And drink lots of water now," he insisted. "You need to flush this out of you before it hits your kidneys."
Natsu grumbled, "If I drink more, I pee more, and peeing burns."
"You need to drink," Gray insisted. Then he slumped down and ran his fingers through his hair in anguish. "I'm … sorry. I'm really sorry I made you sick."
"Hey," Natsu laughed, "a little bladder infection won't kill me."
"But you're in pain, and not a pain I want you to feel." Gray rubbed Natsu's arm and felt the fever under the skin. "Your body is burning up. I want to take care of you. Can I do that much?"
Natsu shrugged. "Yeah, if you wanna take care of me when I'm sick, that's fine." He blushed a bit, but then felt anger at how he was reacting. "Ya know, I'm starting to feel like some damn uke, and I really don't want that."
Gray chuckled. "But you are the uke."
Natsu glared at him. "No, I'm not."
"Yeah you are. You're the bottom."
"That doesn't mean anything. An uke is all doe-eyed and whimpering. Like hell I'd be that!"
"Okay," Gray said playfully. "Then what are you?"
"I told you, I'm not anything. No categories. No seme, no uke, no dominant and submissive … nothing. The only thing I do sorta fit is being a bit of a masochist, but I'm a sadist in my own way. I mean, I do like to bite you."
Gray had to laugh at that. "Yeah, and you bite pretty damn hard."
Natsu gazed at where he had bitten, and he caressed the purplish-red bruise. "You still have a mark on your neck."
"You have one too," Gray pointed out. "It's starting to fade, though. Before it fades completely, I want this infection to be healed up. I want to do more to you. I want to put a mark back on your neck."
Despite the fever, Natsu felt a chill shivering over his skin. "I like the idea of hiding it with my scarf. I also like some of the ideas we came up with last night." He unconsciously licked his lips as he thought about that.
"Oh, talking about that, I found my list, the whole list, not simply what I came up with from memory, and I have a few more questions."
Natsu rolled his eyes and collapsed back onto the pillows. "Oh God, the Checklist of Fucking?"
"Yeeeees," Gray teased. "First, something I forgot, but it occurred to me later: what do you think of roleplaying master and slave?"
Natsu stared hard at him, silent, his eyes narrow, and Gray got a chill from the fierceness in those squint eyes. It took half a minute before Natsu finally snarled, "What … the … hell?"
The flames that flickered on the Dragon Slayer's skin surprised Gray. "It's when you—"
"No!" Natsu shouted in outrage. "I won't be someone's slave. I … I won't…" His voice dropped to a whisper. "I won't do that."
"See, this is why we need a list. I need to know what I can and can't do. I realized when I said something about sex slave last night, it seemed like a bad idea to you, so that's why I'm asking."
Natsu shouted, "Do you mean you're psychoanalyzing me while we're having sex?"
"I need to know what makes you tick, what works and what doesn't. I need to remember this stuff so I don't mess up. I … I don't want to mess up with you, Natsu. I … I wanna…" He clenched his fists and turned away. "Goddammit."
"You wanna what?"
"I want this to work."
"Why?"
"What do you mean, why?" Gray shouted.
"Why?" Natsu demanded.
"Because!" He stared at that stubborn face. "I … care about you."
"Care about me?"
"Yeah!" Gray yelled in exasperation.
Natsu thought about that, and how he said it. "Do you love me?"
Now Gray looked hesitant. He pulled back a little as a shiver prickled over his skin.
"I wanna know," Natsu insisted. "I've said it already."
"Natsu, I told you." He turned his head aside and muttered, "It's … not easy for me to say things like that."
"See, now I need to psychoanalyze you."
"Why the hell do you need to do that?"
"Because I'm curious. You obviously have an issue with falling in love. I want to know why. Did something happen in your past, something you're not telling me, some secret?"
"Natsu…" Gray warned.
"I wanna know," the Dragon Slayer insisted stubbornly.
Gray stared into the corner of the room. "You wanna know, huh?"
"Yeah. I mean, that is to say, if you're okay telling me. If you're not, I totally understand, but—"
"Okay, fine!" Gray shouted. "It's not really a secret, I guess, and yeah, it's something from my past." He stood up and stomped over to the window, glaring out at the mocking sunshine. "Who was the first person you ever said I love you to?"
Natsu's brow creased. "Do you mean romantically or…?"
"Just saying the words. Saying I love you." He flinched to say it, even like this.
"I dunno. Probably my real parents. I don't really remember that far back."
"And they're gone, right? Who was the next person you told?"
"Igneel. I used to tell him I loved him all the time."
"And he left you too, right?"
"Hey!" Natsu shouted in anger.
"Anyone else? After Igneel, who was the next person you told?"
"I have no idea. Probably Happy. No, maybe Lisanna. Or possibly that old lady who found me when Igneel vanished."
Gray ground his teeth together. "Every person who I've ever said I love you to them … has either died or is no longer around. Every … fucking … one of them," he shouted. "So if I'm just a little hesitant about saying those words, I think I have a damn good reason."
"Whoa, wait," Natsu cried out. "All of your lovers died?"
"No! Because I don't say…" He cut the words off. "I don't say those words anymore. I said them every night to my parents. They died! I used to say it to my childhood friends. They all died! I said it to my second grade teacher who was my first crush. A week later, I saw her broken body during Deliora's attack." He broke into tears. "I said it to … to Ur. Now she's gone too." He snuffled up the tears and angrily wiped his eyes. "That was the last time I said it. That was the last time I ever told anyone I love you. Because…" He clenched his fists until his fingernails threatened to break skin. "I'm … scared. Okay? Every time I say it, every time I feel it, that person gets taken away. So I don't fall in love. I just … I can't."
"Sheesh, Gray. That happened years ago."
Gray gave a soft sigh. "So?"
"So!" Natsu cried out. Then he realized, he really had no right to criticize Gray about obsessing over an incident in the distant past. "Okay," he sighed in resignation. "I guess I can understand. You're just worried about me, right?"
"Yeah," Gray whispered, and he glanced back over to the bed. "I … I don't want to say it and lose you."
"That's superstitious."
"Fine. So it is. So I'm superstitious." He reined back his anger. "Look, I might say it someday, but … I'm scared at the moment. I really don't want to lose you, and I…" He let out a heavy sigh. "I care for you."
Natsu considered his words. "Is that your way of saying I love you without actually saying it?"
"Maybe."
"Okay. Just say it another way, if you're superstitious. Say I care for you. That's enough for me. I'll know what you mean."
Natsu reached a hand out with a beckoning smile. Gray sighed in happiness, walked back to the bed, took that hand, and kissed the knuckles. He felt blessed, but also scared. If he were to lose someone like Natsu…
No, Natsu was strong. He had trust that Natsu would fight this weird curse. Until the time when he felt brave enough to chance it, at least he could say:
"I care for you, Natsu."
The Dragon Slayer gave me a warm, happy smile. "I love you too."
The two stared into one another's eyes for a few sentimental seconds.
"We sound like idiots," Gray pointed out.
Natsu laughed happily. "So? Idiots in looooove," he crooned.
Gray rolled his eyes. "Shit…"
"Come on," he sang tauntingly. "Say I care for you."
"You make us sound like one of those stupid-couples." Gray's lips tweaked up. "You are cute, though."
Natsu glared hard. "Shut the hell up."
Gray flinched. "Oh God, I'm so sorry, I forgot you hate that. I'm sorry, I'm seriously sorry. I'll have to remember that. See! We're still figuring each other out."
"Yeah, I guess so." Natsu relaxed again. A stupid-couple figuring one another out! No categories, no roles, just foolish lovers. It was a nice category to be in.
"Well," Gray sighed, hefting up to his feet like some old man. "I'll make you some soup. I also bought some cranberry juice. That should help."
"Cranberry juice?"
"Yeah, it heals bladder infections."
"And you know this … how?"
Gray blushed crimson. "I might have had one or two."
"Because of your … thing? Your peeing fetish."
"Uh … y-yeah, because of that."
Natsu accused in anger, "Which means you knew this could happen to me."
Gray flinched. "It's a possibility. Usually it doesn't happen unless you've been holding it a lot, or you're dehydrated."
"Something you didn't know about me."
Gray realized he was right. He did not know if Natsu drank lots of water or not. He did not know if maybe he held his bladder frequently over the past few days. He had assumed too many things. "Okay, you're right. It was a danger I didn't fully take into account. I mean, anything kinky we do has the possibility of being dangerous. I could've tied you up and dislocated your shoulder. Anything with BDSM could be potentially harmful if done wrong. Do you still want to do it?"
"Yeah," Natsu mumbled. "I sorta like that stuff. Just be careful next time."
"Well, maybe next time you shouldn't hold it until you're in serious pain."
"Isn't that the point?" Natsu shouted. How dare this stripper accuse him.
"Perhaps … and it was really hot, watching you squirm."
Natsu paused, and then he glanced down to Gray's boxers. His jeans had vanished sometime since he entered the bedroom. "You're getting turned on just remembering it, aren't you?"
"Maybe," he mumbled, gazing over the bronze skin that was half hidden by bedsheets.
Natsu sighed and looked away. "Gray, I shouldn't—"
"No. You have a bladder infection. You shouldn't do anything sexual."
He turned away, but walking two steps told him that the stiffness in his boxers was worse than he thought. Now at a profile, Natsu could see the pole poking at the cotton fabric, and he licked his lips as he thought about what that thing could do to pleasure him.
"Do you want to do anything to ease it?"
"Like what? I don't want you to strain yourself."
"I thought it was really hot watching you jerk off."
Gray looked over to the bed. Damn him, but Natsu looked outright predatory with those narrow eyes gleaming at him like a wild beast. A surge hit Gray's cock, but he barely kept his hand away from touching it.
"We shouldn't," he whispered hoarsely. "Happy…"
"Oh right, Happy," Natsu recalled, frowning with disappointment. "Maybe later?"
"Another day," Gray said. "When you're feeling better."
"Yeah. Happy might come in, and you never know when Lucy or Erza might show up with chicken soup or some other thing they think will make me feel better. Yeah, probably a bad idea to do kinky stuff here, where people could see."
Oh God, it would be hot if Gray was in the middle of touching himself when they heard Lucy knocking at the door, or to see Gray scramble away at the sound of Erza's clomping armor boots. To push their limits, to do stuff where someone might find them…
Natsu laughed to himself. Crap, am I actually an exhibitionist?
Gray noticed the bulge growing under the blankets. "You're getting aroused by some perverted thoughts, aren't you? What are they?"
"Nothing," he snapped. Gray had said he did not want to do kinky stuff in public, and although Natsu's house was anything but public, it was also not as secure as Gray's apartment or a love hotel. Natsu had to deal with a roommate and friends who dropped by.
"Do you need me to take care of it?"
Natsu glanced over. "I … want to say yes, but I probably shouldn't." He softly chuckled that they were being such idiots, torturing one another with their fantasies. "Let's stop getting each other aroused."
"Hah! Yeah right." Gray stood there, staring at the door, not moving. Simply being in the same room as Natsu was enough to arouse him.
"So, what now?"
Blandly, Gray said, "I'm trying not to think about you so I'll shrink down."
"Ohhh?" Natsu teased. "Do you get aroused just thinking about me?"
"Hell yes, and you're not helping."
Natsu kept quiet, watching as Gray tried to regain his composure, but it did not seem to be working. "Gray, before two days ago, did you ever … I dunno … think of me in … in any sort of way?"
Gray sighed and looked away. "Is this one of those trick questions and you're gonna hate me if I say no?"
"Uh … no." He squirmed and rubbed his wrist where there was still a bruise from the handcuffs. After a long, awkward pause, he confessed, "I didn't think of you that way. Ever. I don't know if that's okay, or if that's really crummy of me. I mean, a few days ago, you were just the annoying stripping pervert, and now … lovers," he exclaimed. "I was wondering if that was weird." He paused as he thought over something. "Okay, maybe once or twice I had those dreams about you imprisoning me in ice, but they weren't serious. They were just … dreams."
"Yeah, same here."
Natsu jolted. "What? You dreamed about me?"
"Maybe," he whispered shyly.
"About doing what?"
"I dunno, nothing specific, just … dreams about you."
"So, did we have something before all of this?"
"Just our own fantasies."
"Okay." Natsu smiled, and then he laughed happily.
"You like that idea, don't you?"
"I'm glad this is more than a spur-of-the-moment thing, and maybe we're making a huge mistake. At least we felt something before, so … that's good. Well, I wasn't really in love with you. Just … fantasies."
"Same here."
"Okay," he said, slightly relieved. "We probably both just … fantasized about one another, not really in love, but … but now we are?" He ended it in a question. Gray sighed, and his brow tensed up. "Sorry. I know, you won't say it's love. So, we care for one another, right?"
"Yeah."
"Okay." Care for one another. It was Gray's way of saying it was love, without him committing to that taboo emotion that scared him. "Gray, did you want to tell other people? I mean, it'd be harder to hide everything, but I kinda feel bad for not saying anything to our friends, like this is shameful. I don't want to feel ashamed. I mean, I don't want people to know I'm … how I am," he said awkwardly. "I'm kinda ashamed of that issue, but I'm not ashamed that I'm with you. I don't want you to think I'm hiding it because I feel guilty for liking guys. I honestly don't feel that way. Hiding this from Happy all morning … it made me feel sorta bad."
Gray sighed in frustration that he was bringing this up again. "Natsu, I've said this before. It's up to you. I don't care either way. But you're right, if people knew … God, I mean … just look at your wrists."
"Huh?"
"Your wrists are all bruised up. Didn't you notice that?"
"Oh! Yeah, I noticed a little. I'm used to bruises."
"You were … thrashing around a lot last night," he whispered, remembering the sexy scene of Natsu writhing under him. This was really not helping his erection. "Those handcuffs were too hard. Next time we should use rope, or maybe the fuzzy cuffs."
Natsu laughed. "Fuzzy cuffs?"
"It's not funny. They're less likely to leave marks. I mean, right now, if people saw those bruises, they'd merely think you were in a fight and someone grabbed your wrists. If they know we're together, and they see bruising like that, the more perverted people in the guild will guess what we do."
"Perverted? You mean Erza, Cana, Mira, and Macao."
Gray laughed that he had named those people specifically. "Yeah, them."
"So, we should hide it?"
"I dunno. If you feel bad about keeping it secret, then let's not. We just have to be more cautious about leaving marks. I mean, look at my chest." He opened up his shirt and showed the pink scratch lines that still ached his skin. "Mira saw this and thought I had fought an animal. I've been struggling all day to keep my shirt on because of these scratches. If anyone sees it, and they know I'm dating you, they'll guess right away."
Natsu stared at those scratches. He had been so happy to leave the marks on Gray, but he had not thought about how marking Gray like that would be troublesome. Now he felt bad for doing it. A bruise here or there, they could pass off, but nail marks were not as easily explainable.
"Gray, do you not like doing this?"
"What?" he gasped. "Of course I do."
"Should I not scratch you?" Natsu asked meekly.
Gray looked down at the marks. "No … I liked it," he admitted hesitantly. "It's just that leaving marks can cause a bit of a problem. Still…" He gazed at Natsu, at the hickey, the wrist bruises, and the bits of skin that were still flawless, like a blank slate waiting to be decorated.
"What? You're looking at me funny."
Gray licked his lips. "I wanna mark up your body … bad."
Natsu's breath caught, and his heart began to race. "Gray," he whined. "Come on, don't get me turned on like this."
He snapped out of his salacious daze. "Sorry. I know, you're sick." He forced his eyes away. "I'll make you some juice. You should drink a lot, relax, take it easy. Don't think too hard on all this." Gray held Natsu's hand. "We'll figure this out as we go."
The Dragon Slayer squeezed those cold fingers tightly. Then Natsu raised Gray's hand up and kissed those pale knuckles. With his lips on Gray's hand, those narrow green eyes lifted, and the ice wizard gulped hard at the way those eyes gleamed at him.
Just then, a high voice called out. "Naaatsuuuuu."
Gray yanked his hand away. "Happy's home."
The Dragon Slayer blushed and pulled back. "Button your shirt up."
"Oh, right. And you might want … you know, scarf. Cover the…" He pointed to the purple mark on Natsu's neck.
"Oh, yeah." He pulled the white muffler around him, hiding the hickey.
Gray stepped closer to Natsu's bed. "Yeah, make sure it's up, and … here—" He tugged the scarf to hide the mark, but his hand lingered on Natsu's skin. Those long, cold fingers made Natsu shiver. "You're … burning up."
"Gray," Natsu huffed. "Don't … don't touch my neck like that. It's making me…" He awkwardly pointed to the arousal poking at the blankets.
"Oh! Sorry. I just … I wanna…" Gray wistfully gazed over that rock hard body.
"I know. Me too."
Right at the moment, the bedroom door opened, and Gray leaped away from the bed.
"Hey, Happy," he called out overly loud.
"Hello, Gray. How's Natsu?"
"Still sick. I'm gonna … you know … make juice. Um, can I borrow your bathroom first?"
Natsu arched an eyebrow. He had a feeling Gray wanted to do more than pee in the bathroom. Make juice…
God, he wanted to watch! He wanted to sit there, watch Gray touch himself, hear his seductive groaning, see his fingers stroke the length of his shaft, and have Gray come all over his face. He wanted to taste it, smell it, eat it up—
"It's down the hall," said Happy.
Natsu began to sit up. "I'll show you where—" He stopped in pain and grabbed his back. "Shit, ow!"
Gray rushed over to him. "Natsu!"
"I'm fine, just my back hurts."
Gray put his hand right over the kidneys. "Around here?"
"Yeah."
"Dammit. The infection must have hit your kidneys. Natsu, you're gonna need to see a doctor."
"I'm fine. I'll drink juice and—"
"You need medicine. I'll pay, if that's the problem."
Natsu had to admit, that really was the issue. He had not gone on a mission for a while, and his money was running low.
"We should go right away. Happy, you might have to carry him."
"Sure, but don't you need to use the bathroom first?"
"I … uh … don't really have to go anymore," he said awkwardly. Seeing Natsu in pain had killed his arousal instantly.

Once Natsu was dressed, Happy had to carry him and flew beside Gray as they walked to Porlyusica's house. They knocked on her door, and the ancient pink-haired doctor answered with a glare in her wrinkled red eyes.
"You two smell awful. What do you want?"
Gray stepped forward. "Natsu has a kidney infection. He's being stubborn about seeing a doctor, but he agreed to see you."
Natsu grumbled, "I know she won't charge an arm and a leg just for some medicine, and I trust her more than some lousy city doctor."
"Fine," Porlyusica snapped. "Bring him in. You stay out. You reek," she sneered to Gray.
"I showered this morning."
"You still stink like someone pissed on you."
Gray's face went pale, and Natsu's eyes widened as his cheeks flushed. Silently, Gray backed off, and Happy flew Natsu inside the old woman's home. He was dropped to the bed, and then Happy hurried out before the ancient healer had a chance to insult his smell too.
"Kidney infection, huh?" Porlyusica asked gruffly as she went to a sink to wash her hands.
"It hurts to pee, there's blood in my piss, and now my lower back hurts."
"Sounds like a urinary tract infection, all right. Any clue how you got it?"
Natsu shrank down and looked away. "Maybe from holding it too long."
"That can do it. For the next week, when you get even the faintest feeling like you need to pee, get to a bathroom. Don't hold it for more than five minutes. Don't eat anything sugary. Drink a lot of water. Cranberry juice too."
"Gray also mentioned about cranberries."
"I'm gonna give you a shot."
Natsu drew back at that threat.
"It'll clear up the initial problems and should ease the pain. Then there's some medicine you have to drink three times a day. I'll need a few minutes to let it brew." She tossed a bunch of herbs into a pot and set it over her fireplace. "I'll examine you while that boils. Shirt off."
Natsu tugged off his shirt. He looked down and saw the bruises on his wrists. She would definitely notice those. He wished he had worn his wristband.
Porlyusica checked his eyes, ears, nose, and throat, making him say "ah." This was all routine. Then she felt his back, and Natsu flinched when her cold hands reached the kidneys.
"What are these bruises on your neck and shoulder?"
"Uh … n-nothing. Maybe a fight."
"Fine. I'll check your temp and pulse." She rammed a thermometer into his mouth, then took his wrist. "My, my. You have some nasty bruises here too."
With the thermometer in his mouth, Natsu muttered, "Ish nothing. Jesh a fight."
"Just a fight, huh?" She sniffed him, then she leaned back and glared at him with hard eyes. "A consensual fight, or not?"
Natsu's eyes went huge.
"You reek of sex, you have bruises all over you, and you're sick. Were you assaulted?"
"No!" Natsu shouted so loudly, the thermometer spit out of his mouth. Porlyusica caught it with ease.
Gray burst through the door. "Are you okay, Natsu?" he asked in worry.
"Get out, you stinking human," Porlyusica roared, chasing him back outside with her broom and slamming the door on him. Then she looked down to the thermometer in her hand. "That's a bad fever. I'll give you something to take it down." She walked over to her cabinets. "That guy is rather protective over you."
"Gray?" Natsu looked toward the door. "Y-yeah, I guess so."
She glanced back at him warily. "Is he a good partner?"
"What?" Natsu cried out, and his voice cracked.
"If he's abusive—"
"He's not!" Natsu shrank down. "That is … Gray and I … It's not like he does anything I don't want." He shrank down even lower. "It's just … how I am. I don't want anyone to know."
"A doctor never divulges information about her patients," Porlyusica told him. "Drink this." She gave him a cup, and Natsu gulped down something vile. "It's not like I care, anyway. However, by law and by the ethics followed by all healers, if I think a patient is being abused, I have to report it."
"It's not like that," Natsu whispered, handing the empty cup back to her. "Not in that way."
She raised an eyebrow, but she said nothing more. "Drop your pants. I need to give you a shot."
Natsu shifted around, undid his belt, and grimaced as he lowered his pants. Porlyusica had a needle with medicine inside. She rubbed a spot on the side of his butt cheek with alcohol, but as she looked at Natsu's bare buttocks, she saw even more bruises striping the skin, made by what she could tell must have been a belt.
"Have him go easier on you."
"I already told him that," Natsu mumbled. Then he felt the stab of the needle and cried out.
"Oh yeah, it might burn."
"Holy shit!" Natsu screamed. "What the hell is that?"
"Medication to take away the infection." She pulled the needle out and put a bandage over the shot. "You might not want to sit on that side for an hour." She walked over to the bubbling cauldron now steaming with a pungent fetor of the herbs she had added. "The next time you have an infection like this, come see me as soon as you have symptoms. Don't let it get this bad."
"I was fine last night."
"Then you might be sensitive to kidney infections. You probably shouldn't do that sort of thing anymore."
"But…" Natsu hugged his arms and looked away. "What if I wanna?"
She gazed back at him and that bashful posture. "Then plan for it a day beforehand, drink a lot of water with frequent urination the day before, and when it's time for that, don't hold it to the point of pain. After you're done with your play, continue drinking a lot of water and pee as soon as you get the urge. Cranberry juice will help keep the kidneys clean too. However, if this happens again, then even if you like it, it might be something you simply can't do."
Natsu had a stubborn pout. Although he had warned Gray not to do so much so quickly with him, when someone told him he couldn't do something, he instantly set in his mind that he was going to anyway.
Porlyusica carefully poured the cauldron's brew into a massive flask. "Half a cup of this three times a day for a week, or until it runs out, even if you feel better. That way the infection doesn't return." She shouted to the door. "You can come in."
Happy was the first to fly in, followed by Gray, who held back a little.
"Take this dragon boy home and let him rest. You, naked one, you'll carry this medicine for him."
Happy hefted Natsu up and began to fly him out while Gray came forward to retrieve the flask. Before handing it over, Porlyusica stared hard at him.
"Make sure you take care of him," she scolded quietly. "That's the Dominant's job."
Gray jolted, stunned by her words. "What did that flame-brain tell you?" he asked angrily.
"Nothing much. I guessed most of it based on his bruises and your reactions around him. Not that I'm into that sort of stuff, but Fairy Tail wizards do tend to lean toward the … rougher side of lovemaking. I've seen some bad injuries from rough play like that in my years. Letting him get sick like this is bad BDSM. If you're trying to hide it, you need to make sure he doesn't end up like this. A Dominant's prime duty is to take care of the mental and physical well-being of his partner."
Gray glanced out the door where Happy was waiting a little down the road. "I'm not a Dominant, not with Natsu," he whispered. "That idiot could never be fully submissive to anyone." He said it gruffly, but he felt a little proud about his wild Dragon Slayer. "But you're right, the responsibility really does lie on me, if only because I'm the one who hurt him."
"You're still young. You'll make mistakes. Don't beat yourself up because you beat him too hard or pushed his limits."
"Yeah," Gray muttered. "This is the first relationship where I can truly go to any extreme lengths. I'm not really sure what I'm doing sometimes, but I can't let him know that."
"That's the sort of mentality a Dominant has, thinking they must always be in control."
"Because normally, that's how I am," he admitted. "It's different with him, though. I think he's pushing my limits, to be honest."
"Then learn together, but be more careful. If you're unsure about your own limits, you really need to be cautious about his."
"I will," Gray promised. "Don't tell anyone. He wants to keep it a secret for now."
"So long as you take care of him. If he gets sick again, bring him to me directly."
"I will. Here's money for the medicine." He dropped a pouch of Jewels on her desk. "Thanks again … for everything."
"I still serve Fairy Tail," she said solemnly. "Now get out of my house before you make the whole place smell like piss."
"Seriously, lady, I've taken two showers since we did that."
"You still smell. Get out!" She raised her broom, and Gray fled before she could strike.

Three days later, Natsu was better and back at the guild, although he felt too weak to do a mission. He laughed as he complimented Mira's fire chicken that he had missed so much, and he half-listened to Lucy as she went on and on—and on and on and on, he thought—about a new chapter of her story. It was nice to be back amongst all of his friends.
Then he heard Gray's taunting voice. "Well, look who decided to get out of bed. I hope you slept well, Sleeping Beauty."
Natsu snapped back at him, "You're the one who needs beauty sleep, you droopy-eyed Snow White."
"If I'm Snow White, you must be the Pink Carnation, so delicate and hating to travel."
They bickered, until someone swung a punch, a chair was thrown, and the whole guild broke into a brawl. It was sheer chaos as everyone joined in. Even Lucy laughed and called out Loke to see if he wanted to throw a few punches for old time's sake.
Natsu ripped off Gray's underwear and held them above his head as he leaped atop a table. "Haha! Got them. Hey, maybe I should toss this to Juvia."
"YES!" the rain woman shouted, eagerly stretching her hands out to catch them.
"Bastard," bellowed Gray. "Hand that back."
Just before Natsu could toss the boxers, Elfman was tossed into him, and Natsu crashed into Gray, who had just leaped to join him on the table. All three were propelled to the other side of the guild and slammed into the wall. Gray's back hit the wood. Right against him was Natsu, smashed between Elfman and Gray, their faces mere centimeters apart.
They stared at one another for a quiet moment, blocked from sight by the Take-Over wizard's massive body. Natsu felt Gray's nude body, and he gazed at the bare chest. He realized the scratch marks were gone, as was the hickey. He wanted to mark Gray again, and to be marked, to show ownership of each other with scratches, bruises, and the roughness of their love.
Gray's eyes went hazy as he felt the hard, hot body smashed against him. He reached forward and let his fingers glide up Natsu's biceps, feeling those powerful muscles. Natsu gulped at the cold touch. A sly smile rose into Gray's face. God, he wanted to see Natsu tied up, squirming under him, totally at his mercy, whimpering from the sweet pain he could dole out.
Elfman moved, pushing himself off of them. "Are you two okay?"
Gray's hand let go quickly. He continued to stare into Natsu's face. He flicked his eyes silently to the uproarious crowd, asking without words, Do you want to tell them? Natsu's mouth opened, yet he looked down sadly and shook his head. He did want to tell. He hated the idea of keeping secrets from his friends, especially about a relationship, but if others knew, it would make this sort of relationship more challenging.
"I'm fine," Gray said to Elfman, but then his eyes returned to Natsu, letting him know that statement applied to him as well. If Natsu wanted to keep it a secret, he was fine with that. Elfman moved away to rejoin the brawl, leaving Gray and Natsu against the wall. "So, how about you, fire-breath? Are you up to more?"
"Do you mean grappling with you?" Natsu smirked and leaned into his face. "It's not even hard yet."
"I'll vigorously beat you until you're too sore to walk."
"I can take any rough pounding you give me, popsicle-pants."
Gray was nearly panting with suppressed lust. "Your place or mine?" he breathed.
"Yours would be best."
"Let's get out of here," Gray whispered.
Natsu handed the underwear back. "I hope you're prepared."
"I'm always ready for a rough brawl with you."
As the riot inside the guild hall reached an apex, Gray dodged fighters to retrieve his scattered clothes, tugging them on as he made his way to the door. He saw Natsu already waiting outside. The Dragon Slayer beckoned with a come-hither finger, and Gray eagerly chased after him.
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