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Catch the Thunder	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 17785 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 6
Electric Blue
Freed thought Laxus would immediately start to do something. Instead, the blond sat in a chair, fingers together with his chin resting on the tips, staring at Freed. Those electric blue eyes were so potent, Freed felt himself blushing hard. He looked away uncomfortably.
"What's wrong?" asked Laxus.
"N-Nothing. Just … you're staring."
"I'm thinking."
"About what?"
"What I should do with you first." He continued to stare, and Freed felt tiny as he was scrutinized. "Does this make you uncomfortable?" Laxus asked in amusement. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me. Not just from this. To assure you, I'm clean."
Freed looked up in surprise. "Wh-What? Clean?"
"I figure you might be worried about that sort of thing, especially considering my profession. I don't do drugs, and you know what my sex life is like. Still, Jellal has us tested once a month, some law I guess. None of his strippers are allowed to have an STD. We'd get fired. Our tests were last week. I'm clean. I've never had an STD in my life."
"Oh!" Freed had not even thought about that sort of thing, but he belatedly realized that this was really important. After all, strippers had reputations. "Um, me neither. Well, I can't say I get tested, but … before today … a-and I don't do drugs. Well, once there was that frat party with the marijuana, but besides that—"
"Shut up already."
"Ah! Y-Yes, sir."
"What party?" Laxus demanded.
"It was, um, a party on my campus. Some Greek-letter fraternity, I'm not even sure which, a friend dragged me there. It ended up out of hand, kinda turned into an orgy."
"Did anyone do anything to you?"
"I got felt up by a girl just before bolting out of the dorm."
"Bitch," Laxus grumbled. Freed was amused to see him looking jealous. "Do girls often flirt with you?"
"I'm not sure I'd say it happens often…"
"Don't go to parties like that anymore," Laxus snapped. "College frat parties and drugs … too much trouble could happen."
"I don't do that anymore," he assured. Still, this jealous side was amusing. "You can't really order me not to do it, anyway." He knew he sounded flippant, but he wanted to tease his thunder god just a little.
Laxus finally stood and strode up to him. He glared down hard, and Freed cowered before those predatory eyes. "If I say don't do it, then don't do it."
Freed felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs. "Y-Yes, sir." Right at that moment, he felt like if Laxus had ordered him not to breathe, he would have died of asphyxiation.
"Remove your clothes."
Freed gasped as his heart surged. It was about to happen!
"Now!" came a quiet but forceful order.
Freed slowly undid his pants and stripped off the last of his clothes. He gulped as he stood there, completely naked. He almost wanted to cover himself, hide his shame, but a small part of him also wanted Laxus to see and approve of him.
"You actually look good," Laxus said, as good of a compliment as he would dole out. "Now, walk over to the bed. Lie just the top of your body down."
Shaking with the thrill of this perversion, Freed walked to the luxurious bed and laid his torso down with his feet still on the floor.
"Spread your legs a little." He obeyed the order. "Hands out in front of you." Again, he followed the commands and stretched his hands above his head. He heard Laxus striding forward slowly. "Going to frat parties, huh? Shouldn't a college student be studying? Yet here you are, partying, going to strip clubs, propositioning strippers—"
"I didn't—"
There was a whistle through the air, and something smacked him on the butt. Freed gasped and stared straight ahead, trying to sort out what just happened. That … was a riding crop. Laxus had just whipped him. It took him a moment to even process this fact. Freed had never even been spanked in his life. His parents firmly did not agree with the practice of physically punishing children. So the strike shocked him.
"How many university parties have you been to?"
Adrenaline made Freed shiver. "I … I don't know. Um … less than ten?"
"Less than ten, huh? Shall we make it nine?"
"Huh?"
Laxus chuckled softly and leaned in close to Freed's ear. In a sinful whisper, he explained, "I'm punishing you."
"O-Oh." Punishing! Being scolded, being upbraided, belittled, humiliated, whipped into obedience: there was no longer any doubt in Freed's mind. He was definitely into this sort of perverted thing. "Um … well, in that case, can we round it up and make it ten?"
"Heh! Masochist."
The riding crop struck him so suddenly, Freed cried out with a high yelp. He was instantly humiliated by the distinctly unmasculine sound.
"Are you okay?" Laxus asked with wry amusement.
"Just … didn't expect it."
"It's best that way." He cracked the riding crop over Freed's bare ass again. "But seriously, if I hit you too hard, you gotta tell me."
"I'm fine, really."
"You won't be later. Think of a word, one you'll remember, but one you don't use often."
"Huh?"
"You need a safeword. It shouldn't be a word you'd use casually, though. It's something you only say if what I do is way too much. I won't stop if you tell me to stop, but I absolutely will if you use the safeword."
"Okay. I … I've read about safewords. Um … something I would remember … ah! Écriture."
Laxus arched an eyebrow. "The hell sorta word is that?"
He shrugged meekly. "French. It means writing. I … I kinda … like writing stuff."
"Only a pretty rich boy like you would use some foreign word like that." Laxus whacked the crop against him again. "Trying to make me look dumb?" He let the crop fly again, whipping Freed on the butt.
"Ahhh! N-No, I'm not … I didn't mean—"
"It's a nice sound, you speaking French." Laxus whispered again into his ear. "Maybe I should push your limits just so I can hear it again."
He slapped even harder, and Freed shouted. That time, it really hurt. However, Laxus struck again, and the sting pierced deep into Freed. He clutched at the bed cover.
"S-Stop," he gasped.
The leather tongue of the riding crop struck again, almost shattering him. "I said I wouldn't stop if you say stop. Only the safeword. Is it really too much to handle? If it is, you gotta use that word."
Was it? It hurt, his ass stung, but he also liked this. It was supposed to hurt. That was the whole point. How much was too much?
The crop struck again, like a firebrand against already raw skin. Freed cried out at the pain, but he struggled to hold it in. Then another struck, much harder than all the others. This time, Freed's knees buckled under him. He slid to the floor, sobbing into the bed.
"Écriture," he groaned. He understood fully now what too much felt like.
Arms grabbed him. He flinched, fearing more punishment, but instead Laxus placed him gently on top of the bed.
"I told you, nine was enough. Ten was too much. Also, sorry if that was mean of me. I need to test your limits, though. I also really need to make sure you know how to use a safeword. That's important. Are you okay?"
Hardly thinking, Freed grabbed onto Laxus and clutched to him as he cried. To his amazement, Laxus stroked down his long, green hair.
A low but protective rumble purred out of that large chest. "It's over. It's safe."
"It … hurt," Freed sobbed.
"Of course it did." The words were quiet, not mocking, not hurtful, just stating a fact. "Should we stop now?"
The trembling slowly faded, and with its passing, Freed felt something more, something warm and gentle, like pure liquid happiness flowing through his veins, filling him up from the inside. He raised his eyes into a gaze as warm and blue as a summer sky.
"No. More."
Laxus had a surprisingly gentle smile. "Not many ask for more the first day."
Freed's brow creased distastefully. "Can you not talk about others when you're with me?"
"Fine. Same goes for you, though. No more talking about frat parties and flirty college girls."
"Agreed."
"It's just us when we're in this room. Nothing else exists."
Freed felt that liquid happiness gushing outward from his heart. "That's what I want," he whispered, closing his eyes and surrendering to the emotions. "Nothing else. Just this."
Laxus gazed at the young man's thin lips. "Just you and me." His eyes softened as he watched the parted lips and the way Freed's gasps and slowing sobs passed over his mouth. Laxus began to lean in, but suddenly he pulled back. Freed's eyes were shut, so he did not see the shock and confusion in the burly man's face. Laxus looked aside, scowling at himself. Then he glanced back over, and his eyes went tender again.
"You're already panting a lot. Your throat must be dry. Would you like a drink?"
"Yes, please."
"Hmm … nope, I don't like that."
Freed dared to look up, shocked that Laxus disapproved.
"How about this? I read it in a book once. You like books, yes?"
"Y-Yes, sir."
"When I ask if you want something, you have two ways to answer. If the answer is yes, say 'Only if it pleases you, sir.' If the answer is no, say 'Not unless it pleases you, sir.' So … would you like a drink?"
"Only if it pleases you, sir."
"Lovely," Laxus purred. He rose and walked over to the glasses set on a dresser. Laxus grabbed the tumbler, took a sip for himself, and walked back to the bed with the glass in his hand. "Get ready for it."
Freed sat up, expecting to take the glass. Instead, Laxus took another drink and held the liquid in his cheeks. He tipped Freed's head up, leaned over him, and placed his lips over Freed's. The green-haired man gasped, and just then Laxus let the alcohol flow down into the waiting mouth. The potency of the spiced rum was nothing compared to the firmness of Laxus' lips. Freed had pretty much surrendered any hopes that romance could be involved, but this … it was sweet, in its own way.
Laxus pulled back and smiled down at the complaisant face. "Was that good?"
"Y-Yes, sir," he said in a daze.
"Do you want more?"
"Um, not unless it pleases you, sir."
"Very good." He lightly slid his thumb over Freed's lip to wipe away a drop. He paused at the action, and with another scowl he drew his hand back. "Damn you," he whispered.
Freed jolted out of his haziness. Was Laxus angry? Why?
Laxus set the tumbler on the nightstand and rose again to walk over to the gifts he had bought. "Are you ready to try this?"
Freed choked up. He tried to find words, but his mind was too scrambled.
"Hey. We don't have to."
"No, just … I … I've never…" He blushed heavily and looked away. "I've never put something like that up there." He cringed and pulled into a ball. "Does it hurt?"
"It can," Laxus said honestly. "No more than taking a really constipated dump. If it hurts too much, tell me. It shouldn't be truly painful. If it is, something could be the matter, and we'd need to stop."
"The matter?" he asked sharply. "Why? What could happen? Is it safe? Has anything bad ever happened?"
"We promised not to talk about others. Do you really wanna know?"
"Tell me! Um, please, sir?"
Laxus folded his arms and spoke with little emotion besides disgust. "I had a client who apparently had a polyp in his colon. He had me use a plug on him, didn't tell me it was hurting, bastard never did use a safeword, until suddenly I saw blood and pus pouring out of his asshole. I had to call an ambulance and hurry out of there. I left him with the plug still up him so he wouldn't bleed out. I bet he had a hell of a time explaining that to the paramedics."
"What happened to him?"
"Dunno, don't care. He lived, still wanted more. I refused to take him back. I was vomiting off and on for a week by just the memory of it. I don't ever want to see something like that again. That's when I decided any clients need to know how the hell to use a safeword, and if they get hurt beyond repair, I'm outta there. I won't stick around to face police questioning."
"Sheesh! Has anyone ever actually tried to sue you?"
"I've heard that one called the South Pole Club, but Jellal doesn't give out our names, and I'm usually careful about not letting anyone know me. Even my coworkers don't know my last name, only Jellal, and only because it's on my employee forms. Besides, a lawsuit with a stripper who you hired from a gay strip club to be your personal sadist? Not exactly the type of publicity these sorts of men want."
"I … I wouldn't do that!" Freed shouted loyally.
"You better as hell not! I know your full name. One phone call from me to your parents, and I can guarantee you'll not receive a penny of your inheritance."
"Like I even care about that," Freed muttered. "Still, I wouldn't. I know what I'm getting into. So long as you stop when I say so, so long as you don't do anything I don't actually want, I won't complain."
"Good. Right now, I'm asking if you want this." He held up the butt plug again.
Freed stared at it with trepidation, but when he looked into Laxus' blue eyes, he knew he could trust this man.
"Only if it pleases you, sir!"
Laxus smirked and began to open the box.
Freed kept his gaze averted, hoping that if he did not look, he would not get too scared. He had used his fingers before, but never a sex toy. It was scary, but also there was a thrill to it. Laxus had purchased this just for him. He wanted to use this special gift bought by a man he had secretly lusted over for months.
When something touched his shoulder, Freed jolted and gulped down a shriek.
"Easy there," Laxus said softly. "I won't let it hurt, okay? I figured this might be an issue, since you're completely inexperienced. I'll do something I normally never do; I'll prep you myself."
"Prep?" Freed suddenly realized Laxus was wearing latex gloves. "What…?"
"We'll take it slow."
Freed was still confused, until Laxus pulled forward the bottle of lubricant and drizzled it onto his gloved hand.
"Oh! Prep," he gasped softly as it dawned on him. "Yeah, that … maybe that will help."
"Of course it will," Laxus said flatly. "Face up or face down?"
"I … um … c-can I look up? If I see you, I'll be calmer." He was surprised to hear Laxus chuckle. "What?"
"Most people feel too ashamed to show their face to me. They want it face-down. You think seeing me will calm you? You're a weird one."
"Your eyes are … calming," Freed muttered, pouting at being called weird.
"Then look up at me."
Freed gazed up into that face. The scar running down one eye caught his attention for a moment, as it always did, but then the intense color of his irises sucked him in. He felt Laxus touch his asshole. He flinched in a moment of embarrassment and panic, yet when he looked up again, those electric blue eyes calmed him.
"You really are something, Greenie."
"Freed," he breathed faintly, waiting for more.
Laxus gave a silent chuckle. "Freed," he whispered, and slowly his finger pressed in.
Freed moaned loudly.
"Don't clench."
He panted as he tried to calm down.
"Better. Stay loose and it won't hurt."
Once as a child, Freed had such a horrible fever, he needed a suppository. He would not say that was when he realized he was gay, he was too young to know things like that, but it was definitely the first time he realized he liked the feel of something up his ass. He had hazy memories of being scolded harshly as a tiny child for poking himself in the butt. His parents said it was dirty, disgusting, and Freed figured they were right. Poop came out of there, and even a six-year-old knew that poop was dirty.
That was why he only touched there in the bathtub, telling himself he was cleaning a part of his body that was dirty, while really getting a chance to finger a place that felt good.
As he reached puberty, he did research online, innocent searches for what these things were he heard about in school, or desires he had that made no sense to his naïve mind. Somewhere along the way, he accidentally discovered a gay porn site.
Freed had seen boys at school with naughty magazines, or internet ads for hot ladies looking for a good time. He was never interested in girls, but when he saw those two men together, he felt a tingle burning in his loins. He rubbed the tingle, but realized how good it felt. While watching a man getting jack-hammered by another, young Freed had palmed himself until he came in his underwear.
He felt terrified and guilty. He knew what people said about homosexuals, and at least once a month there was news of a gay person coming under attack, or other countries oppressing homosexuals. He did not want to be hated.
At one of his parents' numerous parties, he overheard gossip about one of the other upper class families who disowned a son when he came out as being gay. Freed did not want trouble with his family. He was indifferent about his parents at that point, but he did not want Evergreen and Bickslow to suffer public humiliation just because of him.
He visited gay websites covertly and kept his orientation a close secret. His late-night wanking sessions had to be done quickly, before anyone suspected. Maybe it was years of jerking off as fast as possible that led him to have issues with premature ejaculation. He also read it could be emotional, a feeling of shame and guilt. He had no clue, but as a teen, being able to come in just a few minutes was an advantage. It was not until college, an incident of coming in his pants when two girls at a party were watching a yaoi anime, that Freed realized this was a real issue.
Then earlier tonight … again…
"Laxus!"
A hand choked his penis, and the finger that had been wiggling inside came to a stop.
"I won't let you come," Laxus said forcefully.
Freed felt almost on the brink, but the grip, almost painful but not quite, stopped him.
"You're really sensitive," Laxus realized. "I bet almost anything can affect you."
He leaned over and merely blew across Freed's nipple. The lithe body arched up with a quivering cry.
"Yep, like I thought. You've never really been touched, have you?"
Freed looked away with humiliation. "I've done … stuff. Not like this, though."
"Heh! That innocent side of you is cute."
Freed looked up in shock. "Cute?"
A second later, Laxus looked stunned as he realized what he had just said.
"Laxus," Freed whispered. "Will you train my body?"
"Oh shit, do not say it like that!"
"Like what?"
"Sexy!" he snapped. "Like you want me to devour you."
"I do," he answered honestly.
Laxus looked away with a bright blush. "What is it about you?" he grumbled. "I'm not even fuckin' gay, but you…" His voice trailed off.
"Maybe you're bisexual and just never knew it."
"Nah, I've watched plenty of porn. Only thing that ever did it for me was hardcore BDSM."
"Then maybe it's mental. Maybe because you know you're going to do stuff to me."
"I do this shit all the time," he snapped.
"To old men who repulse you," Freed pointed out. "When was the last time you were ever intimate with someone your age?"
Laxus grumbled something.
"What?"
"I said not since high school, all right!"
"Really?"
"What's it to you?" he said angrily to cover his embarrassment.
"They were probably all girls, right?"
"Thinking back, yeah."
"So, you've never been with a young man."
"Guess not."
"I'm your first."
Laxus looked petulant and said nothing.
"Laxus, put two fingers in."
"What? But, you're ready to come from just this."
"Even if I do, it's okay."
"No, it's not! I said I wouldn't let you until sunrise."
"Please, Laxus," he begged. "If it pleases you, sir, I need more."
"Fuck you," he whispered, but Laxus slid a second finger in anyway.
The pain did just what Freed figured it would. It withered him just a little, just enough, so he no longer felt the need to come.
"P-Pain," he shuddered.
"If it hurts too much—"
"No!" he shouted. "Pain … makes it better. Takes it away."
"What away?"
"The need … to hurry." His eyes looked up with tears moistening the corners. "Make it hurt more, please, sir."
"Fuck," Laxus hissed. He pressed the fingers in harder, and Freed cried out. "Pain makes it better, huh? Do you have any clue how much pain I can give you?" He pumped the fingers in rapidly, then slowly spread his fingers until Freed moaned louder. "I could ram that butt plug in right now and make you sob like a child."
"Please…"
"Shut up! I could really hurt you bad, black and blue and bleeding. Do you want that too?"
"Nnngh!"
"Don't moan in such a sexy way. Shit, I should have had you facing down."
"No! Wanna … wanna see you."
"Yeah, but then I have to see these faces you're making." He pulled his fingers out, rose off the bed, and walked away. "It's not fair."
Freed was panting and shocked that Laxus moved away so suddenly. "Wh-What? What i-isn't … f-fair?" he huffed through a dry throat.
"That with you, I can do this." Laxus grabbed the glass of rum, took a drink, and pressed his lips against Freed's.
As the liquid poured into his mouth, Freed obediently swallowed. Then something else passed his lips, something soft that sent jolts through his whole mouth. His eyes opened wide as he realized Laxus was kissing him and using his tongue with such aggression, Freed could hardly even moan. His mouth was being assaulted by Laxus' tongue.
He remembered what Laxus said. He never kissed clients. He wondered if this thunder god had ever kissed at all before. By the firmness of the kiss and the powerful stroking of his tongue, he guessed Laxus at least had some experience with this much.
Laxus pulled up with flushed cheeks. "It's not fair that if I do just that much with you, it affects me."
Freed's eyes widened. "Affects you?"
"You have a horrible habit of repeating everything I say." He wiped the rum from Freed's lower lip. "Yeah, it affects me. Just feel."
At that, Freed felt those leather pants rub against him. He could feel the massiveness of something hard in there. He gasped and looked up into those blue eyes.
"You're…"
"Hard as a fucking rock," Laxus said with a sly smile. "Congrats, Greenie. You've made me insanely aroused."
"I have?"
"Yep. Sometimes, rarely, I've felt a little bit of arousal when I'm with a client, really hurting them, listening to them sob and scream. It's not really sexual arousal, though. More like an adrenaline rush."
"And this is?" Freed asked in astonishment.
"Hell if I know," Laxus mumbled. "I just have a feeling, if you keep this up, I'll be the one who can't make it until morning."
Freed remembered what Laxus had said earlier that night. Men and women normally did not make Laxus aroused. He did, though. He smiled weakly. It was like the ultimate compliment, to know he was pleasuring this thunder god.
"Do you want to keep going?" Freed asked him.
"Huh?" Laxus was not sure how Freed would react to this news, but he did not expect him to just brush it aside and continue. "Uh, only if you want it."
"I … y-yes. Can it be the butt plug now?"
"It can be anything you want, other than my tongue. I don't do that shit."
"I want to feel what you bought for me."
"Hey! I just happened to get it, understand."
Freed smiled at that gruffness. "Understood, master!"
"Oh?" Laxus asked drolly. "Is it master now?"
"Oh! Should it be sir?"
"It can be whatever the hell you want."
"I think … um … maybe I like master."
Laxus took the riding crop and lifted Freed's chin with it. "Is that what my little slave wants?" he asked softly, sadistically, but those electric blue eyes were gentle with amusement.
Freed bit his lip, giddy with sensual anticipation. "If it pleases you, master."
Laxus chuckled, and pink colored his cheeks. "Not fucking fair!"
Next Chapter: "Sparks Inside"
A/N: Laxus' request for how Freed should approve or disapprove was inspired by "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty" by Anne Rice.
"Écriture" is the name of Freed's magic.
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