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Fraxus Week 2015, Day 7: Confession

Thunder Rolls: Part VI

As dawn arrived in a pink glowing sky filled with chirping birdsong, Laxus woke with his head throbbing and the taste of cobwebs in his mouth. He ended up drinking the whole bottle of rum, and he regretted it now. All he wanted was to be drunk enough to obey the rules and allow Freed to kiss him. He felt Freed deserved that much.
He had not anticipated how nervous he would be at the prospect of kissing his teammate.
As he stirred, he heard a groan next to him. That was right, they planned to sleep in the same tent. Laxus' muscles protested as he sat up…
And realized he was naked.
He jolted and looked down at Freed. Rather than being in his own sleeping bag, Freed had ended up in Laxus' bed…
And he was also naked.
Sleeping together. In his bed. Both of them naked.
"Fuck," Laxus whispered.
Flashes of drunken memories came back to him: Freed shouting no, pinning him down, taking him by force, utterly overwhelming the smaller man. There were marks on Freed's body: bruises, hickeys, and scratches. Laxus shook his head. No! No, this was not how it was supposed to go at all! He wanted to give Freed the chance to kiss him and enjoy himself.
Not this!
Laxus covered his mouth as he felt more sick than the worst transportation. "Shit! Oh fuck!"
Freed stirred, opened his eyes, and saw Laxus looking down at him with a hand over his face. He tried to speak, but his throat was too dry to work.
"I'm sorry," Laxus blurted out. "Shit, I am so … so sorry."
"Lax- … -us…" His throat was too parched to talk.
Laxus slammed his eyes shut and turned away. "I'll … I'll leave. I'm sorry. Fuck, I am so sorry." Tears began to choke him. He wanted more than anything to shield his friends, to always be there for his team, to be strong enough to protect the ones he cared for. Not this! Never this!
Freed began to sit up, but he cringed in pain. "It's … okay." Dammit, he really needed a cup of water. "Laxus, it's not as bad as it looks."
"It is bad," he screamed. "I fuckin' raped you."
Freed looked down at his battered body, then back up with doleful eyes. "I'm okay, really."
"No!" Laxus roared. "Even if a part of you wanted it, you told me no. I did it anyway. I shouldn't have." He cringed as his chest shuddered. "I shouldn't have! You told me no. You tried to push me away, and … and I … Goddammit!" he screamed, ripping at his hair. "Fuck, I'm … so sorry. I don't even know what else to say besides sorry, and it's not enough." Tears watered his blue eyes. "It's not enough."
Freed crawled forward, and Laxus could not bear to look at that naked body. "You didn't rape me," he said softly.
"You said no. I forced you anyway. Don't you dare try to brush this off just because it's me. I don't deserve that. No one deserves that sort of forgiveness, not when they do something so horrible. No one! To do that … and especially to you. Fuck," he whispered in anguish. How could he even begin to apologize?
Freed draped his arms around Laxus' shoulders, hugging him from behind. "You don't remember, do you?"
Laxus cringed. He remembered only a little of the beginning, before the alcohol really kicked in. He remembered attacking Freed, pinning down his arms, and kissing him despite protests. He remembered panicking screams that now made his stomach surge. He remembered attempting to undress Freed, somehow getting his shirt off, and he was struggling with the belt when his memory blacked out.
"You really are helpless sometimes," Freed sighed. "You don't remember puking on me, do you?"
Laxus jolted and looked around his shoulder to him. Puking?
"You're an idiot, drinking a whole bottle by yourself, and that fast. Sheesh, and you threw up all that good food I made. What a waste!"
Throwing up? Laxus shook his groggy head. "What the hell happened? I remember … pinning you down." He flinched at the disgusting nature of that act. "You didn't want it. You were saying no."
"You told me you liked when I put up a fight, so I pretended to struggle. I wanted it, though. I mean, I didn't want to take advantage of you, but you kept repeating how much you wanted me and loved me, and all those incredible things you said," he related with a heated blush. "You were … poetic. I think anyone would fall for such sweet words."
"Wait, what?" Laxus cried out. He definitely did not remember anything like that. What the hell did he say?
"But then you threw up. It got all over both of us. I had to drag you down to the river to clean you off. You really thrashed around when the giant leeches began to attack."
"Leeches?" he cried out. He looked again at the hickeys on Freed, then down at himself. From the waist down, he also had marks, and not at all in erotic locations.
"Yeah, it was a real fight, and you scratched me a little as we fought our way out." He pointed to the claw marks from his collar down to his chest. "I got the leeches off, put you into bed, and then cleaned our clothes. I'm not sure if they'd be dry by now, though, since it was night. We might have to wait until the sun warms up. Oh, and … um … sorry I had to remove your underwear too, but … well … you … had an accident."
"Oh shit," Laxus groaned. As if that night could not get worse!
"Luckily not shit," Freed muttered. "I cleaned them. And don't worry, I won't say anything." Freed put a disapproving hand on his hip. "Really, never get that drunk again. Do you understand, Laxus Dreyar? You are forbidden from getting so drunk you puke and piss yourself. Sheesh! If I wasn't around, you'd really be in trouble."
Laxus suddenly threw his arms around Freed, startling him. "Sorry. I made things horrible for you."
"N-no!" he cried out. "It wasn't … really horrible." He cringed, remembering just how disgusting it had been, being under Laxus in what seemed like a sensual moment, when suddenly he threw up all over Freed.
"It's supposed to be your vacation, my way of saying how much I want you by my side, and instead I fucked up everything."
"Laxus," he said, touched by his words. He returned Laxus' hug, caressing the strong and naked back muscles while chuckling. "Don't push yourself. All you have to say is that you want me."
Laxus squeezed him tighter and whispered into Freed's shoulder, "I want you."
Freed froze and gulped hard.
"Fuck, I want you."
His knees began to tremble. "Y-you're … still drunk."
Laxus clung to him. "I'm so sober it hurts. This is me being honest now. I've never been attracted to men, it's just not how I roll, but … I dunno, I feel something for you, something way beyond friendship. I don't fucking know what it is, but I don't want to lose it. I need you, Freed. I'm a clumsy, bumbling idiot whose only strength is being able to fight. I'm happiest when you're there to keep me from fucking up everything. Maybe that's love. I don't even know, but I wanna keep feeling that happiness."
Freed's lip trembled. He was … in love? Maybe?
"Damn, you have no idea how scared I was when I thought I hurt you like that." Laxus ran his fingers through Freed's hair. "I don't want to lose you. I screw up with girls all the time, but I never, ever, want to screw up what we have. You're … too precious!"
"Laxus," he wept quietly.
"Can I break a rule?"
Freed stayed quiet, wondering what he meant.
Laxus looked him straight in the eye. "I made this rule, so I can repeal it. Fuck getting drunk. I just want to kiss you."
Laxus leaned forward and pressed his lips against Freed's. Their eyes fluttered down. Laxus caressed Freed's long hair, smoothing down the strands knotted up with sleep, and he felt those strong, thin fingers stroke over his shoulders. Maybe kissing a man wasn't such a bad thing. After all, he still thought Freed was seriously the best kisser he had ever known.
Laxus pulled back and rested his nose against Freed's. "Let's make a new rule. When I'm drunk and wanna do stuff, but you really don't want it, or if I'm doing something horrible to you, then say something to definitely make me stop. Say thunderstorm and I'll stop for sure. Set up runes if you have to, just please, make it so I never wake up thinking I hurt you." He closed his eyes in anguish. "Dammit, I was ready to throw myself in the river!"
Freed stroked down his rough cheek. "What if we had done something, but it was with my consent?"
"Then I'd just be pissed off that I couldn't remember it."
Freed's heart fluttered. That meant he was okay with more, more than just kisses while drunk.
Laxus realized a moment later what he just said, and he looked aside petulantly. "You tricked me into saying that."
"N-no!" Freed cried out.
Laxus smirked at how adorable he was when he panicked. "Is just this much okay for now?"
Freed looked at him, stumped. "This … much?"
Laxus leaned forward and kissed him again. "This much," he whispered deeply. "A real man kisses his wife in the morning."
Freed blushed and looked aside. "Can it not always be wife? That's a little humiliating."
He chuckled slyly. "Maybe I like to humiliate you."
Freed's chin tucked down even lower.
"But I suppose…" He tipped Freed's face up with a finger. "…it'd be okay to pretend you're my husband as well."
Freed's eyes widened, but then he turned away even more. "That's worse!" he whined.
Laxus laughed at the pinkness in his face. He patted Freed's head and turned aside.
"Make me coffee, wife."
Freed coyly tucked back his hair and watched as Laxus walked out of the tent, fully nude and glorious in the morning light.
"Yes … husband."
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